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“What did he say,” you ask as we sit on the restaurant terrace eating lunch.

“He said he and his partner want to have sex with you.”

“Oh, for fucks sake! Why the hell did you bring us to this hotel?”

“Well, it got good reviews — I didn’t realise it was a swinger’s place!”

“So the hotel name ‘Hedo’ didn’t give you any clues?” searching for the vocal tone equivalent to the palm on forehead emoji.

“Well, it’s a nice island, nice hotel. We could always just enjoy the sunshine and relax. The guy is sat over on your right at the bar, by the way”.

You instinctively looked across. “Don’t look now!” I said.

As you glance over to the bar a bronzed and athletic man in a white, partially buttoned shirt and blue shorts notices you. He catches your eye, smiles, and raises his glass.

You smile awkwardly and nod your head at him. “Oh, for fuck’s sake! He saw me looking!”

I can’t resist a small laugh, then continue speaking, “He said he was watching us this morning by the pool and he liked you. He thought you looked good fun. I guess he assumed that is why we are here.”

“Good fun?” You say, a little exasperated, “and you didn’t think to explain that wasn’t why we came here?”

“Well no, I suppose not. It took me by surprise to be honest. I said I’d speak to you. I guess that is what he’s thinking we’re doing now — especially since you just gave him the come-on.”

“You are hopeless!” We sit quietly for a moment.

“Did you meet his wife, anyway? I didn’t see her at the pool,” you say.

“No, me neither. But he definitely said they both fancied you. Anyway, what shall I say to him?”

“I don’t give a stuff what you say to him. But I am NOT sleeping with them! I came here to relax. Remember this is my first day off in ten weeks. I don’t think you realise, I am on duty 24/7 on that yacht — I rarely even get time for a proper night’s sleep. I just need a rest.”

“Sure.”

We both returned to the food on our plates in front of us. I take a sip of water, looking across the terrace towards the sea, over the white sandy beach with people basking in the sunshine, or walking hand-in-hand along the shore with the sea gently lapping up over their bare feet.

“It’s beautiful here,” I said. “I’m so glad we came to Jamaica.”

You nod without comment following my gaze towards the sea. We sit in silence. Savouring the warmth of the sun, the gentle sound of waves, and the quiet relaxed voices on the restaurant terrace.

“You know what?” I say. “We could play a little. You always said you quite liked the idea of someone watching us having sex — perhaps we’ll never get a better opportunity here. What do you think? Did you know they are in the apartment next to us?” I add.

You look back at me. Shaking your head in a small gesture of disbelief.

You lean forward and say quietly but with intensity, “I did not expect to be setting up a row of deck chairs and inviting people to a show — it’s not how I imagined it at all!”

“OK, I get that. But I could tell him something along the lines we like to have sex in the open air when we can. And I could, sort of, explain I would try and get amorous with you on our balcony tonight. You’ve got to admit that bed on our terrace looks beautiful with the white cushions and drapes — it would be wonderful exploring your body out there – with the cool breeze over us.” I smile trying to invite you into some playful scheming. “I could say, you don’t feel comfortable sleeping with another couple, but I could, sort of, say that I wouldn’t mind them watching us playing, and that might be fun for them. It would certainly be a massive turn on for me.”

“And you would be very, very clear to them that I’m not aware you are inviting them to watch us? It’s just something you want, not me?”

“I could do so, yes — if that is important? Its not like we’re ever going to meet them again.”

“Its important to me. They could find our names easily enough. What if they video us? I need them to think they are spying on us — abusing our privacy — it would stop them trying to embarrass us. Well, embarrass me, more importantly,” you add, managing some look of sarcasm.

“OK”, I said. “I understand.”

“And no promises tonight, too. It depends how things feel. If it happens: fine. If it doesn’t feel right: also fine. OK?”

“OK, yes,” I say. “But wear something sexy for dinner tonight. Your blue dress with the buttons. The nude stockings with your sheer black lingerie”.

“I will.” You smile, and I notice you shuffle back in your seat, wriggling your bum into the base of the chair, sitting up. Your thin white top gapes as you lean forward and I admire the sensuous swell of your breasts beneath.

I lean over the table and kiss you.

After dinner that evening, we walk back to our apartment, my arm around you resting low on your hip. I can feel the strap of a suspender belt and play with it feeling your buttock sway underneath as you walk.

“I am so turned on, Jasmine. I just want to bury my head between your thighs again. I need to taste you. I so desperately want to feel your erotik film izle slippery juices under my tongue — I’ve missed you too much.”

We enter our apartment and go directly through the patio doors onto the terrace. I pause only to pick up a bottle of Prosecco and glasses.

Night has fallen, the air is still warm. Our terrace is on the top floor of the hotel with the patios from rooms below ours stepping out towards the sea. We have an unrestricted view of the sky above. A few light clouds drift slowly overhead, occasionally obscuring the moon and patches of starlight as they pass.

We kick off our shoes and lay next to each other on the sun bed. After the satisfying pop from the bottle cork, I pour two glasses of wine.

“Happy holiday, sexy lady,” I say, clinking glasses.

I lean over and kiss you. My hand running down the side of your body, brushing the side of your breast through your dress and bra, down over your waist, your hip, the front of your thigh towards your knee. Running back up the inside of your thigh, pausing on the skin above your stocking tops under your dress, caressing the side of your thigh and buttock.

Breaking away I say, “I brought something for us – I remembered – one moment”. I go back into the apartment and return with some black fur cuffs, some rope, and a bowl of strawberries.

“Do you still trust me?” I ask, showing you the cuffs.

“Oh Jesus,” you say, “I am sure I can’t possibly trust you”.

“It’s OK not to trust me,” I smile. “Just relax and do as I say instead, that is good enough. We need to try at least once. Put your arms above your head and lie back for me.”

You do so.

I place a cuff over your left wrist and buckle it — checking it is tight enough not to slide over your hand, but slack enough to hang lose. I repeat for your right wrist.

I thread the rope through the buckles on the cuffs and tie each loose end to bed legs underneath, checking neither of your wrists have more than about an inch of free movement, with your arms stretched wide apart above your head.

“Are you comfortable?” I ask.

“Not entirely,” you reply.

“Well, you look absolutely wonderful,” I say.

I stand to switch off the terrace light. The bed forms long shadows reaching out across the terrace from the soft light of the apartment. I disappear into the apartment and return with a pillow, placing it under your head, “Better?”

“Better,” you say.

“I also brought some strawberries — I thought they would go well with champagne and your pussy juices.”

I climb onto the bed and straddle you, sitting back on your thighs. I untie the belt of your dress and begin unfastening the buttons, working my way down from your cleavage. You feel my fingers skimming over your skin at each button, over the rise of your breasts, to your waist, continuing down over your pubis and your upper thighs. I wriggle further down your body as I finish all the buttons down to the hem of your dress a little above your knees.

I open your dress letting it rest on either side of your body. I look down admiring the sight. I can clearly see your pink, hard nipples through the smooth sheer mesh of your bra cups. The wide vintage black suspender belt around your waist with eight straps clipping your lacy stocking tops on your thighs. I can see small tufts of dark pubic hair under the sheer mesh of your panties.

I stand up and step back behind the top of the bed behind your head. I glance across to either side of our balcony. There are walls on both sides about 4 feet tall. I can see terrace lights on the apartment on our left and hear muffled voices with an occasional clink of glass. “I think our friends from next door are home,” I whisper in your ear.

“Oh, for fuck sake,” you say.

In the shallow light on our terrace your skin camouflages well with the white bed, but your black underwear and open dress form a clear contrast which defines the shape of your body.

I strip naked then climb back onto the bed. I kneel straddling your body — my knees beside your armpits. My hard cock lunging forward towards your face. I lift your head with both hands and push my cock into your mouth. You can taste how excited I am, small drops of fluid seeping from the head of my cock. I have waited too long to be with you — too many weeks tracking the meanderings of your yacht through the Caribbean, waiting for this evening. My balls are aching for release, having watched you dress for dinner; watching the thin material of your dress barely cover the contours of your underwear as you strolled through the restaurant; my hand exploring between your thighs while we ate at our table; and now with you laying open and restrained under the warm night air.

Holding your head firmly in my hands, I slide the head of my cock slowly in and out of your mouth, repeating the movement several times. I’m loving the warm, gentle feel of your tongue and mouth on my cock, I can feel desire and tension building in the pit of my tummy, but I don’t want to come yet. Not in your mouth. Not quite like this.

I pull back moving down your body and film izle gently open your knees. Kneeling between your thighs I reach under your bum and tug at your sheer panties, once they are over the mound of your buttocks, I pull them upwards forcing your legs and knees to straighten pointing to the sky as I slip them over your ankles before tossing them onto the floor. I put my forearm behind your knees and lean against you, holding both legs above my head while my other hand slides down your thighs to caress your pussy. I look down and can see your pussy lips stretching open and glistening in the subdued light.

Moving both hands under the backs of your knees I push harder rolling you up the bed with your knees touching the side of your breasts. Your pussy forced upwards pointing out to the night sky closer to my face.

With the weight of my body pinning back you knees I lean forward, my head closer and closer to your pussy, before my tongue lightly reaches your pussy lips, then searches for your entrance. I push against you, my tongue forcing it’s way as far as I can inside you. I find a deep pool of your pussy juices. So sweet and so slippery, tasting better than my memory dared to remember. I rub my face around your pussy lips pushing against you, enjoying the smell and feel of your juices over my nose and cheeks and chin.

I run my tongue up between your pussy lips reaching your clit. I kiss and suck and lick you. Pushing my tongue into the skin between your clit and its hood. As I push harder down on your knees, your pussy and bum forced further up towards me, opening your knees and exposing the puckered entrance to your bum.

I trace my tongue between your buttocks licking your anus, pushing against you trying to force a way in. I return to your clit and you feel the cool air drying the moisture around your anus left by my tongue.

I focus on your clit. I roll my tongue up and down. The silky moisture helping me slip lightly back and forth over your clit. I can feel your body wriggling under my tongue. Your breathing getting heavier. Gasping on occasions as my tongue relentlessly flicks back and forth over your clit.

I can feel your arms tugging at your cuffs as your body writhes with increasing desire. Your moans grow louder, and I have little doubt the neighbours must be able to hear.

“No, please. Oh, help me,” I hear you rasp in a whisper. My tongue continues its work, not pausing, not slowing. I am pinning you to the bed to restrict your movement but still your back is wriggling. My face is following your movements as my tongue torments you relentlessly.

“Oh fuck!” you cry in a hoarse whisper. Now I feel your body tensing. I can feel more juice released from your pussy, under my chin, dripping between your buttocks tickling your anus. You are gasping and moaning now, unaware of the noise you are making. I feel your body moving into spasms as an orgasm envelops you. I keep gently licking the exposed tip of your clit — the lightest possible touch – over your desperately sensitive nerves.

“Oh god. No. Please”, you gasp. Your orgasm waning but now your entire body thrashing to escape my tongue. But I follow, and I keep following. We wrestle playfully as you writhe and wriggle beneath me.

“Oh please, please stop!” Reluctantly, I lift my face and release my weight from your knees. I feel you relax. Your tummy muscles unclenching, and you sink into the bed. Your arms reach outward, no longer tugging at the ropes. Your breasts rising with heavy breaths and your eyes close, head resting to one side. “Jesus,” you murmur.

I release your knees and let you stretch out your legs. But I push your ankles apart, so your thighs remain open. You do not resist as your breathing begins to return to normal.

You feel something cold touch the entrance to your pussy. You open your eyes and lift your head to look. I am holding the bowl of strawberries in one hand while I look attentively between your legs. You feel something soft and cool forcing your pussy lips open and pushing into you. You feel it pull away and see me lift a strawberry now coated in your pussy juices to my lips. I place it in my mouth, my lips licking the surface of the strawberry before biting into it.

“One for me,” I say, as you watch me dip a second strawberry into a glass of prosecco and bring it to your lips to eat, “And one for you.” I wipe away a small drop of strawberry juice from your chin as you bite into it.

You see me take another strawberry and feel it pushed inside your pussy with the tips of my fingers following it inside holding the stalk. I pull it out and feed it to you.

“Perhaps you don’t like the taste as much as me, but I’d like you to know it,” I say smiling.

“Excuse me?” I hear a voice behind me. “We couldn’t help noticing and were wondering, would you mind if we joined you? We have our own champagne.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake”, you rasp, “get me a towel, will you? Better still, untie me, will you?”

I look behind and see two eager faces leaning over the wall, smiling at us, glasses in hand. One raising a bottle towards us. It’s the man from the restaurant, seks filmi izle with another man grinning enthusiastically next to him.

“Well,” I say, stalling for time, and looking down at you. Making up my mind, I say, “Oh, why not. Come on over. Let me just nip inside and get a towel. This is Jasmine.”

You lift your head awkwardly from the bed to peer over your arm, “Erm, pleased to meet you both,” managing a weak smile. You watch as the two athletic men, wearing just their shorts, vault over the adjoining wall. The contours of their bodies attractively highlighted in the subdued light. You curl up your legs, twisting at your waist, so your knees point away from the visitors, all too aware of your naked pussy and buttocks framed by the straps of your suspender belt.

“Lovely to meet you, too. Please don’t get up,” the man from the bar says. “My name is Pedro, this is Juan, my closest friend from schooldays.”

You notice his accent. You also notice both men have a prominent bulge in their shorts which they make no effort to conceal. You feel your pussy tingle. “Are you from Spain?” wondering what on earth you should say to visitors arriving in these circumstances, “it’s nice you have stayed friends for so long.” Oh Jesus, shut up Jasmine, you think.

“Sí, somos españoles y orgullosos de ser los chicos más cachondos de nuestro país,” says Pedro. Juan laughs.

I return to the terrace, now with a towel wrapped around my waist. I pass a small towel into your right hand secured above your head. You look up at it and wave it pointlessly, rolling your eyes at me, and let it drop to the bed. “Not exactly what I had in mind,” you mumble.

“Its good to meet you guys, thanks for bringing champagne. We were just enjoying some strawberries. Would you like some?”

“Si, gracias”, Juan smiles, taking a strawberry from the bowl and looking down at Jasmine’s legs.

I place my hand on the top of your thigh, my fingers gently pushing down between your legs. “Would you mind opening your legs for our guests, darling?”

The touch of my fingers so close to your pussy, triggering new waves of desire within you. Oh fuck, you think, telling yourself you never have to see these guys again. You close your eyes and open your legs.

“I find, if you hold the stalk you can dip the strawberry deep inside her pussy so her lips close behind it around the tips of your fingers,” I offer helpfully, “When you pull it out its entirely covered in her juices and tastes amazing. To me, its ambrosia from the gods, I will never tire of it. Here, I’ll show you.”

You raise your head looking through your open knees. Pedro and Juan’s excited faces are watching closely as you feel me pushing a cool strawberry deep into your pussy, with your clit yearning for more attention. As if I’m reading your mind, you see me lean forward and lovingly kiss your clit as I pull the strawberry out of your pussy.

I lift my head and turn to our guests, “she likes my tongue on her clit.” I hear you moan.

Pedro leans forward with a strawberry primed.

“Su esposa es muy hermosa, señor,” he says as you feel your pussy lips being forced open by Pedro’s strawberry. You let your head drop heavily back onto the pillow, closing your eyes as you feel Pedro’s warm breathe on your pussy.

“Oh Jesus,” you moan as your feel his tongue lapping at your clit, while he fucks your pussy with the strawberry and his fingers.

“Yes, just like that, Pedro,” I say. Try sucking on her clit too. You feel the skin around your pussy tighten as Pedro sucks hard on your clit pulling away from you, his tongue tickling the exposed tip. Once more you are writhing on the bed, pushing your hips upwards to meet Pedro’s tongue, as you feel the strawberry being pulled out of your pussy then firmly back inside.

“Oh fuck, yes, oh fuck,” you moan, desperate for new release as the waves of passion rise inside you. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Maybe Juan can make her come,” I say, “would you like a go?”

Juan moves forward ignoring the strawberries as Pedro flamboyantly devours his, smacking his lips and licking his fingers as he finishes.

Juan pushes your legs apart as he buries his face between your thighs. He dips his tongue into the entrance to your pussy, revelling in the thick, slippery juices within, noticing a hint of strawberry juice in the mix. He slides his tongue between your labia using his fingers on both sides to stretch your lips apart and force your clitoris forward. He flicks, and licks, and sucks. You are writhing underneath him and moaning. He feels your thigh muscles tighten and your breathing get heavier.

“Oh yes,” you moan, giving yourself up to the now inevitable orgasm building inside. You squeal as you come again and Juan can feel your pussy oozing yet more juices. You try to pull away from Juan’s tongue, but he chases you, pushing his weight down to keep you still and your legs open. He continues to lightly flick his tongue over the tip of your engorged clitoris as your groans get louder. Your arms tugging violently against your restraints. You kick out harder as you realise your helpless predicament, wholly at the mercy of Juan’s tongue. You are panting heavily, partly from your exertion to get free, partly from the desperately sensitive state of your sex, with all nerves primed and firing at the faintest touch.

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Candy and I had been invited to dinner at a friends house on Saturday. We had known Lisa and Mike for a couple of months, had a few dinners out and met once for a local band concert, but didn’t really think they were in the swinger’s lifestyle — just good, vanilla friends.

Mike indicated they would be grilling steaks and asked us to bring a couple bottles of good wine to complement the dinner — not a problem, we always had a decent collection in our wine fridge.

Since we weren’t expecting any kind of intimate activity we both dressed comfortably, me in a pair of stylish shorts and an untucked quayabara shirt, Candy in a flowing dress that accentuated her curves but left a lot to the imagination. If anything “crossed the line” it was the fact that Candy hated bras and had great perky nipples. Only a blind man wouldn’t notice that she was unfettered. Just watching her get dressed always made my cock hard and tonight was no exception.

We arrived at 6:00 with a 4-pack of good Cabernets, and were greeted at the door with hugs and air kisses. I did notice that Mike lingered a bit on the hug, obviously enjoying the press of Candy’s tits and nipples against his chest. Seemed like Lisa noticed it as well, but smiled slyly.

We opened a bottle of Daou Cabernet Sauvignon and settled down to small talk about the week that was and the one to come. Again, nothing overly salacious. That is until Lisa went to get the second bottle and upon returning both Candy and I noticed erotik film izle she was no longer wearing a bra. Her top was not exactly transparent and there was only one button undone, but she did have some nice jigglies with nipples that were standing at attention. I glanced at Mike, who also noticed and gave her a grin that seemed to go from ear to ear.

Candy whispered in my ear, “Ari, is there something planned that you are not telling me?”

“Not to my knowledge,” was my reply, ” but I am interested in seeing where it may go!”

Mike got up to light the grill and Lisa went back to the kitchen to gather the steaks. Upon her return we both noticed the second button was now undone!

I got up to chat with Mike, figuring that Lisa might open up to Candy if I wasn’t listening in.

“Mike, I love your lanai and pool. It is really designed for entertaining.”

“Thanks,” he replied. “We do like having friends over, especially during the warm months when we can enjoy the pool. If we are not overstuffed after dinner, maybe we can take a late night dip.”

OK, now I am starting to get a vibe that this may not be the vanilla couple that we thought they were.

By the time dinner was ending we were opening our fourth bottle of wine, and no one was feeling any pain. We all returned to the lanai and Lisa sat next to me on one love seat while Candy and Mike chose the other. Before I knew it Lisa’s left hand was massaging my thigh while she nonchalantly sipped film izle her wine. I glanced over at Candy and she gave me a wink while she proceeded to do the same to Mike.

“OK,” said Mike. “Is there something you ladies are not telling us?”

Candy leaned close to his ear and breathily replied, “Whatever do you mean, Mike?”

Lisa chimed in, “As a matter of fact Candy and I have been talking about how handsome you both look, and we were wondering if you two would be willing to mix it up a little bit.”

Mike looked at me, I looked at him.

“I’m game if you are, Ari.”

I smiled at Candy and nodded enthusiastically.

“Why don’t we all get naked and go for a swim?” asked Lisa. “I’ll get us some fresh drinks.”

When she returned she was already naked, with firm, but small breasts leading the way to the pool. That was all the encouragement Candy needed. She stood, shimmied out of her dress and slipped off her heels and panties.

“What are you guys waiting for?” she asked. “An engraved invitation.”

Neither Mike nor I missed a beat as we quickly shucked our clothes and headed for the pool.

At this point it was quite obvious this would not be a “vanilla” evening. Lisa brought a drink to me at one end, while Candy brought Mike his cocktail at the other end — and that’s when the fun started. Before I knew it Lisa had her arms around my neck, her tongue in my mouth and her legs wrapped around my waist grinding hard, giving me one hell of seks filmi izle a hard on. Candy was doing the same to Mike, but was facing me. We both smiled and gave our “go-ahead” nod that said ‘go for it, ’cause I plan to’.

I turned around in the pool, lifting Lisa onto the edge and threw her legs over my shoulders. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was ready and more than willing. Not wanting to waste a minute I dove in, licking my way up her thighs to a beautiful pouting pussy. It didn’t take long before she grabbed the back of my head and fucked my face while she reached her peak and let out a loud moan as he came.

After a few minutes she finally caught her breath. “It appears that both you and Candy are masters of the oral arts,” said Lisa. “Mike loves a good blow job and since we didn’t fuck this morning my guess is he won’t last long.”

Needless to say, Lisa was correct. I could hear Mike at the other end of the pool bucking against Candy’s face and moaning as he too came hard, filling her voracious mouth with hot spunk. Candy loves sucking cock, so I knew she wouldn’t waste a drop.

“This presents an interesting twist,” I told Lisa. “Candy will not be satisfied until she gets some stiff dick.”

“Well, perhaps we should all get together to see whether there is any way to revive the dead.”

We all retreated back to the love seats. Lisa seated Mike in the middle, then whispered in Candy’s ear. Together they both got down on their knees and began the process of raising the dead — orally.

Lisa looked back over her shoulder and said “Until we can get him hard again I guess you are going to have to fuck both of us!”

I didn’t have to be asked twice.

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My name is John Samuel Dinghy. I’m a six-foot-tall, good-looking older black man living in the city of Brockton. I’m originally from Cameroon. These days, I work as a nurse at Brockton Hospital. It’s an okay job, I guess. It can get a little boring. Which is why I find ways to spice things up. How? I kill the boredom by ass-fucking the meanest, fattest bitch on the staff. Her name is Marie Louise Heidelberg. She’s a tall, blonde-haired, German-American woman with a thick body, some seriously big tits and a huge round ass. A thick bubble butt. The kind of huge ghetto booty that is quite rare on white females. Lucky for me, she’s addicted to black cock and has no morals.

I walk into Marie Louise Heidelberg’s office. The tall, fat-bottomed, plump-bodied white slut gets up to greet me. I give her the look and she knows what I want from her. The same thing all guys want from chicks. A quick piece of ass. Seriously. Women are a dramatic, troublesome bunch. Lucky for us, many of them are totally down with casual sex with no strings attached. Which is why life around females is somewhat bearable. Sometimes. She looks at me and licks her lips. Yeah, she’s a total slut. I knew she ankara duşta veren escortlar wanted it. So I unzip my pants and whip it out. She looks at my cock. Ten inches long, and uncut, with balls the size of apples. And she’s about to feel all of it up her fat a ss real soon.

But first I want some oral action. So, I ask the six-foot, 300-pound ghetto white chick with the huge booty from hell to get on her knees and worship at my altar. Marie Louise does as she is told. She opens her mouth wide and in goes my cock. I lean back against the wall as Marie Louise goes to work on me. The fat white bitch sucks my cock and licks my balls. I groan a little bit. She’s going too fast. I don’t like it when bitches go too fast. I want her to take her time. She goes at it the way I like it and it doesn’t take me long to get mad hard. I am close to cumming. When I do, I shoot my load all over her face. Marie Louise drinks my cum eagerly. Then, I put her on all fours and have a go with her ass.

I spread the big white woman’s plump ass chees wide open and press my cock against her butt hole. I thrust my cock and go deep inside her. Marie Louise squeals as I began fucking ankara fetiş yapan escortlar her in the ass. A good fuck in the ass is what all fat bitches deserve. It might cure them of this attitude problem they all seem to have. I feel Marie Louise tight asshole grip my big black dick like a vise and I’m seriously loving it. I smack that plump ass of hers and she yelps. I watch as my hand leaves some nice red marks on Marie Louise fat ass. I laugh. This is so much fun.

I really enjoy sodomizing Marie Louise. She’s a bitch and she deserves it. Also, she’s got some seriously twisted kinks. She showed me a sex video featuring what she did to some half-black, half- Puerto Rican dude she was dating a while back. The dude’s name is Rico Pena and he was seriously twisted. She made a tape of their sex games. Unknown to him is the fact that she sold the video to an amateur porn company on the web. In the video she showed me, she had the dude lying on a carpet. On all fours. Face down and ass up. She came up behind him and spread his ass cheeks wide open. Then she greased up his asshole before strapping on a dildo. She shoved the dildo right up a black man’s ass. ankara iranlı escort This fat white bitch was crazy! And this dude was crazier for allowing it!

Anyway, Marie Louise seemed to really get off on sodomizing Rico Pena, the dark-skinned brother with the twisted mind. She rammed the dildo up the skinny black man’s ass and he squealed as she filled his ass with her plastic cock. I’ve never heard a man squeal before. It was a rather unsettling sound. What shocked me even more is the fact that the black bastard seemed to be enjoying himself. In fact, he begged her for more. And she gleefully rammed the dildo up his ass. Burying it deep. All the while she stroked his big black cock. The finish was equally unsettling. Marie Louise pressed a button on her dildo and it squirted. Yes, the dildo actually squirted hot artificial cum into the black man’s ass. And he screamed in pleasure. Onscreen, Marie Louise was even more perverted than she was at work. Now I’ve seen everything! Hot damn!

I resumed fucking Marie Louise in the ass. I slammed my cock into the fat white woman’s asshole and she screamed in pleasure. We went at it until I came, flooding her asshole with my cum. Afterwards, I made her suck my cock and lick my cum. It was fun. Then I let myself out. The bitch was crazy. A fine piece of fat ass with a juicy asshole, but way too crazy for me. She was fun in bed, though. Still, way too twisted for me. I let myself out of her office. I needed some air. Word.

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This is a new story about a new girl but I aptly titled it as such to show that it exists in the world of Tyler and Crystal. Enjoy!

*

“Boring,” I say.

“Why is it so boring,” Abby asks.

“I don’t know what to say,” I reply as I take a sip from my cosmo.

“Well,” she starts, “when was the last time you did anything experimental?”

“I really can’t remember,” I confess.

“I thought you and Derrick had a healthy sex life,” she says as she finishes her drink.

“We did,” I say in a low tone, “but something went wrong, I guess. I mean we used to fuck like crazy. But after we both got new jobs and started making money we kind have drifted apart sexually.”

“You really should experiment,” she says with a big smile as she gets off the couch and into her kitchen.

“What do you mean,” I start, “by experiment? Should I sleep with girls? Should we get toys?”

“If you want,” she says from the other room.

“But,” I say, “I’m so embarrassed to go to that sex store.”

“You shouldn’t,” she replies as she hands me another cosmo.

“Yeah,” I smirk, “I could never go into one of those things.”

“You’re missing out,” she replies.

“How so,” I ask.

“Laura,” she smiles, “anything you want they have it. Before David and me got divorced we would go there all the time. Now I go there alone, a lot.”

“Why do you go alone,” I ask.

“Because,” she laughs, “I’ve met so many cute guys there. A lot of military boys shop there. And I’ve met girls.”

“I don’t know,” I reply, “I need to go out there and just experiment. But Derrick is so prissy and clean cut now. I just can’t explain it.”

“When did you guys fuck last,” she asks.

“About three months ago,” I reply.

“Girl,” she laughs, “it’s been too long since you’ve gotten any dick! Or maybe you need some pussy!”

“Maybe,” I say taking a big gulp out of my drink, “I better get going. Derrick is going to be home soon.”

“Okay Laura,” she smiles as we both stand up.

“I guess I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” I say as she gives me a hug.

“Love yaw,” she says before giving me a brief kiss.

“You too,” I smile as I grab my purse and leave.

I drive my car directly home. I notice Derrick is already there. I walk inside and notice that he’s not in the living room. I walk to our computer room to find him there.

“Hey,” I say as I walk in the room.

“Hey,” he says not taking his eyes off the computer.

“How long have you been home for,” I ask.

“Not long,” he replies, “about fifteen minutes. I decided to bring the report home and work on it.”

“Oh,” I say, “um, I’m going to make some dinner.”

“What are you going to make,” he asks.

“How many of those pre-made meals are left,” I ask.

“I think five or six,” he replies while furiously typing away, “We need to get more.”

“I’ll pick some up next week,” I say as I walk out of the room.

I make the dinner quick and eat it in a similar fashion. I watch TV for almost an hour. I walk back to the computer room to find him sitting there working on that stupid report. I walk up to him and put my hand on his shoulder.

“What,” he says in a shrill voice.

“You okay,” I ask.

“Yeah,” he smirks as he keeps typing, “it’s just that we got this new boss and all he wants are reports due on time.”

“What’s his name,” I ask.

“Tyler,” he says as he keeps typing away, “how was work for you?”

“Boring,” I reply, “Abby and I went to her place for a drink.”

“How was that,” he asks.

“Fun,” I reply.

“Oh,” he says, “how’s David doing?”

“They divorced a while ago,” I reply.

“I forgot,” he says trying to play it off.

“I’m going to go to the store real fast,” I say as I leave the room, “did you want anything?”

“No thanks,” he replies.

I get in my car and drive to the porn store that Abby told me about. I look around for a few minutes and buy a small vibrator. I then drive back home. I have absolutely nothing to do. I find Derrick still plugging away at the computer.

I go into the bathroom and put a battery in my new vibe. I pull my skirt down and masturbate quickly. I don’t really cum. I try to stay quite since Derrick is in the other room. When I finish I take the vibrator to our room. I put it in my dresser. I decide to go to sleep.

The next day we go through our routine. We both take a shower separately and get dressed. He drives to work and I drive to work. I finish all my work while I’m there. I end up going to Abby’s house again. Her boyfriend is there and he opens the door for me. He’s black, which catches me off guard.

“You must be,” he starts.

“Laura,” I reply.

“Abby told me about you,” he smiles.

“She did,” I reply as he leads me to the living room.

“Yeah,” he smiles.

“What did she say,” I ask.

“Nothing much,” he says as I sit down on the couch.

“Nothing much,” I laugh.

“Hey Laura,” Abby says as she walks into the room with a cosmo for me.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” I say as she sits down next to me.

“Not escort ankara really a boyfriend,” she smiles, “more of a friend with benefits.”

“Oh,” I smile as I take a sip of my drink.

“I might be able to do something for you,” she smiles as she begins to play with my auburn hair.

“Really,” I say as he sits next to me.

“Oh yes,” she laughs.

I then feel his hand brush against my breast.

“Huh,” I say in disbelief as his hand grabs my right breast. He squeezes it slightly and is able to find my nipple. He then reaches into my blouse and begins to touch my breast with his fingers. He pinches my nipple and then pops it out of my bra.

“Take your shirt off,” Abby demands.

“I feel strange about doing this,” I grunt as he continues to fondle my breasts.

“Don’t,” she says as she begins to unbutton my blouse, “this is something you’ve been wanting for a while.”

I let her and her friend continue to take my blouse off. I feel his cold hand pinch at my nipple as he slightly kisses me. Then I feel a hand reach into my skirt. It’s my friend Abby and not him. I feel her finger probe inside of me. He continues to kiss me. I finally let his tongue penetrate my lips. Abby slowly fingers me and kisses my cheek. I then notice that one of my breasts is completely exposed and my blouse is wide open. Abby pops out my other breast. She begins to suck on my nipple. He takes his dick out. It’s very big, much larger than Derrick’s. I finally let go and grab onto it. I lean over and begin to give him head. It’s huge and I have a hard time taking the whole thing in my mouth. I’ve never been with a black man before. I begin to get used to the feel of his huge member inside of me. I deep throat it once and almost throw up!

“Damn,” Abby says as she brushes my hair out of my face.

“Fuck,” I exclaim as I come up for air.

Just then she pushes my head back onto his huge dick. She forces my face completely onto his dick. I begin to tear up as she holds my head in place. She lets me up and I sit on the couch. Her friend stands over me and spreads my legs apart. He slowly inches his penis inside of me.

“You have a condom,” I ask in fear.

“No,” he smiles as he continues to penetrate me.

“I can’t do this without a condom,” I say as he places the entire length of his penis inside of me.

“Relax,” Abby tells me as her friend places my legs on his shoulders, “are you on the pill?”

“No,” I grunt as he pumps in and out of me quickly.

“You’re an adult,” she smiles, “you can buy the morning after pill.”

“Fuck,” I yell out as he pushes me into the couch.

I feel my shoes touching the wall as he begins to fuck me. I’m afraid that I might damage her walls. He kisses me a few times as he pumps harder and harder. He keeps fucking me for what seems like an eternity. He then grabs my legs at the ankles and fucks me even harder. I notice that my panties are still around my left ankle. He then places them back on his shoulders and fucks me even harder than before. I look at my watch and realize I better get home soon.

“I gotta go home,” I yell out.

“Cum,” Abby demands of her friend.

“Not in me please,” I ask.

“You can get the pill,” she says as his seed flies into my pussy.

“FUCK,” I yell.

His hot seed flies into me. I feel it splash inside of me a few times. It’s warm, but it burns a little bit. He holds the back of my head as he kisses me one last time before letting me off the couch. I’m able to put my panties on and place my bra back on; Abby helps me get dressed as her friend leaves the room.

“Don’t worry,” Abby smiles.

“About what,” I ask.

“He had a vasectomy,” she smiles.

“Are you serious,” I ask as I readjust my panties.

“Yeah,” she says as she helps me fix my hair.

“Fuck,” I say as his seed begins to leak out of me.

“What,” she asks.

“Nothing,” I reply, “I have to get home and make one of those high end frozen dinners.”

“Have fun,” she says as she walks me to the door.

“I’ll try,” I say as she gives me a quick kiss.

“I’ll call ya tomorrow,” she says as I get into the car.

I put the key in the ignition. I turn the key once to turn the radio on. Just then it hits me! I want to know who this mystery man is. I need to know. I search the car and find a pad of paper. I write my name, cell number, e-mail, work number, and home number on it. I take the key out and exit my car. I hear my heels click on the concrete as I run back to her front door. I knock once and Abby answers.

“Laura,” she says in disbelief.

“Where’s your friend,” I ask.

“Let me get him,” she replies as she walks back into the house, “have a seat on the couch.”

I comply and notice where my shoes hit on the wall. Shit, I think, I hope she doesn’t notice that I scratched her wall. I look at the paper with all my numbers and contact information on it and realize I’m basically going to give this guy my entire life.

“Welcome back,” he says as he enters the room.

“Hello,” I say as I stand up to greet him.

“How are you,” he asks as he gives ankara escortlar me a hug and a quick kiss.

“Much better,” I start, “I was wondering if maybe you could give me a call sometime.”

“Sure,” he smiles as I give him the paper.

“What’s your name,” I ask.

“Why do you ask,” he smirks.

“I want to know the name of the man who gave me the best sex ever,” I say wrapping my hands around the back of his neck.

“Kamal,” he smiles as I give him a big kiss.

“All right Kamal,” I say as I let go of him, “call me anytime.”

“When’s a good time,” he asks.

“Anytime baby,” I say as I start to leave.

When I get home Derrick is still stuck at the computer. I feel as if he never left it in the first place. I wonder if he’ll get that report done. We barely talk when I get home. I make another dinner and go to sleep. I have a dream about Kamal and how he fucked me. I want him so bad!

The next day at work, all I think about is how he fucked me. Even though it was brief, I needed that so bad. Derrick would never dick me down like that. I start working on my reports and finish them up quickly. I guess Derrick could learn a thing or two from me. Suddenly the phone rings right before I go on lunch.

“This is Laura how may I help you,” I say in an upbeat voice.

“Laura, it’s me Kamal,” he says in his sexy voice.

“Hello,” I say in quiet voice, “how are you?”

“Good,” he says, “have you eaten lunch yet?”

“No,” I reply, “I was just going to go in a minute.”

“Meet me in the parking garage,” he says, “I’ll get you lunch.”

“What kind of car do you have,” I ask.

“Black Mercedes,” he replies, “see you in a few.”

“You too, bye,” I say as we both hang up.

I get up from my desk and walk to the garage and find the black Mercedes. It’s next to my car. I see him roll his window down just enough for me to see his hand wave me over. All the windows are tinted. I open the passenger side door and sit down. I look over to him and kiss him.

“So,” I say looking at his crotch.

“Yes,” he says looking at me.

“I think I know what I want for lunch,” I smile as my hand reaches towards his pants.

I help him unzip his pants and pull out his huge dick. It’s semi-hard, but nearly fully erect. I spit in my hand and begin to give him a hand job. When it gets fully erect, I place my entire mouth on his monster. I try and deep throat it several times, but the size overwhelms me. I keep sucking at it until I run out of breath. I come up for air briefly and then begin to suck on it some more.

“Damn,” he grunts, “Abby was right!”

“About what,” I ask as I take my mouth off his dick before shoving it back in me.

“You needed some dick,” he replies, “now keep sucking till I cum!”

“Yes,” I say coming up for air again.

“Shut the fuck up,” he says putting my mouth back on his large dick.

I keep sucking and he keeps pushing my face onto his dick. I gag a few times and I begin to tear up again. He slaps my ass briefly, and reaches into my blouse to feel my tits. I keep sucking at his dick and I taste the pre cum. I hear him grunt and moan as he is reaching orgasm. He keeps moving my head up and down his large shaft and finally he cums. His salty seed invades my mouth. It flies out in two quick bursts and I try not to gag as I try to keep it in my mouth.

“Swallow that shit,” he demands.

It takes me two times to get all of it down. I feel like I’m going to throw up. But much to his delight I keep it down.

“Holy shit,” I say in exhaustion.

“How was it bitch,” he asks.

“The best,” I say readjusting my clothes.

“What are you doing after work,” he asks.

“Whatever you want,” I reply.

“We’re going shopping,” he says.

“For what,” I ask.

“You’ll see,” he says, “I’ve got to get you ready for my friends.”

“Friends,” I say in surprise.

“You’ve got a busy weekend ahead of you,” he says.

“What am I going to do,” I ask looking into his eyes.

“Surprise,” he says in a stern voice, “tell your husband that you’re going to Abby’s house. But meet me at the mall, in the food court. And then we’ll go shopping. If you get home late tell your hubby that you got bogged down in girl shit. Now get the fuck out of my fucking car!”

“Yes,” I say exiting his car.

I walk back to the office and use the bathroom and notice my visibly pregnant co-worker. She smiles at me and walks out. I look at my face in the mirror and wipe away the tears that messed up my makeup. I reapply more makeup and take a leak. I forget to wash my hands. I go back to my desk and finish my reports.

After work I go to my car and drive to the mall and find Kamal in the food court wearing a nice suit.

“Hey,” I smile.

“Hey,” he says as he gets up from his chair.

“How are you,” I ask as I give him a hug.

“Good,” he replies, “we’ve got to get you ready.”

“Oh,” I say as I take his hand.

“Follow me,” he demands.

I comply and follow him to the Nieman Marcus store. He sees a young lady and she approaches us.

“May ankara kaliteli escortlar I help you,” she asks.

“Yes,” he starts, “Laura go sit down over there for a minute.”

“Yes,” I say as I walk away to the chair near the entrance.

I sit and watch the two talk. I see her get a big smile on her face. Then Kamal signals to me and I walk back to her.

“We’ve been expecting you,” the young lady says.

I grab Kamal’s hand and the young lady leads us to an empty room. I notice a few other workers walk in with clothing racks. The young lady sets a chair down for Kamal and I stand up waiting for further instructions.

“Are you ready,” the young lady asks.

“Me,” I ask.

“Yes ma’am,” she replies.

“She’s ready,” Kamal says.

The young lady then takes me to one of the dressing rooms and several other of her co-workers follow me into the large dressing room. They undress me and give me some strange hip-hop and rap style clothes. They put them on me and present me to Kamal. He passes on the first outfit, and the second. He decides to keep the heels from the second outfit. I feel strange wearing these clothes, but it is fun to play. The clothing people sneak a couple of cheap feels on me. I don’t mind most of them might be gay. He decides on another pair of heels and a new necklace. He keeps changing his mind on the shoes. I’ve tried on at least ten pairs. He likes the short skirts, and the wife beaters. He finally decides on two outfits. I model them both and he likes them so much that he buys them both. I see him take out an American Express Black card. The workers take me back into the room and undress me and put my old clothes on. They then lead me out of the dressing room.

“You ready,” he asks.

“As ever,” I reply taking his hand.

He leads me out of the mall and to his car. He drives me to my car. We don’t say much.

“Thanks for the clothes,” I smile.

“You’re welcome,” he says, “same time on Saturday. You’re going to get your hair done and a few other things. You and Abby need to look immaculate for my friends.”

“Oh we will,” I say opening the door.

“Hang on,” he says unzipping his pants, “you owe me!”

I engulf his penis with my mouth.

I still have the taste of his cum in my mouth when I get to my house. It’s not too late but once again Derrick is doing his reports on the computer. I have another frozen dinner for dinner. I go to bed and when I get up Derrick is gone.

In the morning I take a shower and get ready for work. When I leave I notice a box is on my door. It reads: Open me NOW!! I open it to reveal the clothes that were purchased, an appointment at a hair stylist at three, a note that says that I have reservations for two at the nicest restaurant in town, and directions to put my new clothes on right after work. It says that I have to be there at exactly six. I then put the box in the car and drive to work.

I’m so excited at work I barely finish my work. I just sit there and think about Kamal and a few other things. I don’t care that I’m cheating on Derrick. I really like Kamal now! He’s given me everything that Derrick wishes that he could. I leave early from work, around two. I change into the new clothes in the bathroom. I look different, and sexy. I wonder what they’re going to do to my hair at the hairdresser. When I leave my office the pregnant lady stares at me. I feel nervous around her.

I drive to the hairdresser really fast. When I get there, I realize it’s one of those places where black ladies go. I feel strange going in there. But the lady that greets me is real nice.

“You must be Laura,” she says.

“Yes I am,” I smile.

“Right this way,” she says as she leads me to the back of the hair salon.

She sits me down at the sink and wraps a towel around my neck.

“Don’t worry about paying you friend took care of everything,” she says as she begins to wash my hair.

She doesn’t say much as she dries my hair either. She just dries my hair and braids the front part of it. I look different, but I like the look. She barely cuts any hair off. When she finishes it’s nearly five thirty. I don’t think I’ll make it to the restaurant. I get in my car and speed away to the place. When I get there, my car is taken by the chauffer. I realize that I have only five minutes to spare.

“May I help you,” the Maitre d’ asks.

“I have a reservation at six,” I reply

“Yes,” he smiles, “you must be Laura, right this way.”

Several of the patrons look at me funny. But I could care less. I like my new clothes and they probably cost more than some of the other customers. He seats me at a booth in a dark corner of the room. He hands me a menu. There is a glass of wine all ready on the table. I take a sip as I sit down.

“Your server will be here shortly,” he says as he walks away.

“Thank you,” I reply.

I sit down and open the menu. I notice a note is attached to the menu. It’s in an envelop with my name on it. I open it up and read it. It reads: Take your panties off now and put them on the table! I feel strange doing it but I comply. I slide them off my crotch and legs. I place them neatly on the table. The waitress finally shows up. She doesn’t say anything she just hands me a note and walks away. It reads: Wait for the two men to show up at your table! And let them do what they want to you!

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Trust me, the thrilling life of a black Muslim woman in this world of wealth, power and corporate intrigue pales when compared to my other life. Indeed, the things I get up to would make my most ruthless competitors blush. I like to have my walk on the wild side and I keep my worlds separate. Folks are nosy in Atlanta. Can’t have co-workers find out about my other life. What other life am I talking about? Well, in the realm of BDSM, I am known as Mistress Shay, First Lady of Wickedness.

I feel that a lot of black folks have the wrong idea about BDSM. It’s not just whips and chains, something that freaky white folks enjoy. True BDSM is sensual, psychological and sexual, it’s about human beings exploring their wildest desires, it’s also most importantly about trust and confidence. You can’t do these things with someone you don’t understand or trust. I’m all about exploring that wild realm, and I enjoy it best with my fellow people of color. Those kissed by the sun. The sons and daughters of Africa. After all, black on black is where it’s at.

“How do you like the feel of the chastity device?” I asked snidely as I snapped it over Darnell Thompson’s long and thick ebony cock. Deep in the basement of my Buckhead townhouse, my latest sub and I explored the unthinkable. The six-foot-three, dark and handsome African-American stud looked at his long dark dick, now caged in a chastity device, and then at me, a look of shame mixed with lust on his handsome face. Gently I stroked Darnell’s face, and looked into his dark eyes, waiting for him to say the magic words. The ones that would bind him to me forever.

I met Darnell Thompson while visiting my cousin Mona Akech at Clark Atlanta University in the City of Atlanta, Georgia. The six-foot-three, burly and handsome African-American stud took my breath away. Darnell is studying for his Master’s degree in Business Administration at C.A.U. and it would seem that fate had plans for us, for I later ran into him on the website Fetlife. The brother is all over groups about female domination, chastity and cuckolding. The wild side of BDSM turns him on. I guess that’s why he came to me.

Patiently I lured Darnell into my world. As a dominatrix, I attract my fair share of whackos, disturbed men and women whom I avoid, but I also attract promising recruits. When a handsome, open-minded young black man seeks to explore his submissive side with a strong, sensual, dominant black woman, I’m not the type of dominatrix to pass him up. I play with submissive white guys and bored housewives with latent lesbian tendencies all day long. My brothers are a priority when they reach out to me. I love to mentor young black men in the world of BDSM, especially the ones who are man enough to admit their submissive desires.

“I’ve got some desires and stuff I’ve been wanting to explore but I didn’t tell anyone about them,” Darnell said to me on the phone, six days prior to this amazing encounter in my special dungeon. As I said before, ankara sınırsız escortlar Darnell and I initially met at my cousin’s school, then linked up on Fetlife. We exchanged numbers, and began regular conversations about black politics, love, sex, and of course, BDSM, our shared passion. Slowly but surely, I helped the brother admit his submissive desires.

“You need to explore these desires with the right lady, and my dear, admitting it to yourself is the first step, feel no shame for what you are,” I said to Darnell, smiling to myself as I talked to him on the phone. That night, I lay on my bed, speaking to my latest prey/pet project in my silken voice, getting him to reveal to me all of his most disturbing desires and forbidden fantasies.

The things this handsome, passionate young brother revealed to me simply amazed me. Darnell, a big man on campus who’d fucked dozens of girls during his illustrious career as a student-athlete at Clark Atlanta University, was curious about cuckolding. I always knew that a male being sexually turned on by watching his wife or girlfriend with other men wasn’t an exclusively white phenomenon. Black cuckolds do exist. I know this. I just never thought I’d be lucky enough to meet one. So, Darnell is a cuckold. Cool, the brother came to the right place. I invited Darnell to my dungeon for some fun.

“I am your cuckold, Mistress Shay,” Darnell said, a dejected look on his face as he looked at his locked up cock, then at me. I smiled and nodded in pleasure. Slowly I began taking my clothes off. I’m five-foot-eleven, curvy and oh-so fine, if I dare say so. My skin is dark chocolate in hue, and I am damn proud of my African heritage. I was born in the City of Juba, in what is today known as South Sudan. I am a proud Dinka woman. Where I come from, black is the definition of beautiful. Something I am trying desperately to teach to my African-American brethren.

“Good answer, bitch,” I said, and I bent low as I pulled down my panties, giving Darnell a great look at my thick, deliciously round ass. I could tell from the look in Darnell’s eyes that the brother was turned on. His dick strained inside its cage, and Darnell grimaced in pain. I smiled wickedly, for nothing turns me on more than the painful pleasure I see on the face of a first-time cuckold.

“Fuck, this hurts when I get hard,” Darnell said through gritted teeth, and I smiled and nodded. I snapped my fingers, and then a man with the stalwartness of a Baobab tree entered the dark recesses of my dungeon. I smiled as I beheld my favorite person in the world, Ray Lebrun. The tall, broad-shouldered, massively muscled, bald-headed Haitian-American stud smiled, flashing me a grin full of pearly whites. Clad in a sleeveless red T-shirt and black leather pants, Ray Lebrun looked simply amazing.

“Darnell, meet Lebrun, my Bull,” I said, and then I threw my arms around Ray Lebrun’s shoulders, stood on my tippy toes and kissed him on the lips, right in front of Darnell. The look of shock, intense jealousy and betrayal I saw on Darnell’s face thrilled me like you would not believe. I patted Ray Lebrun’s groin through his black leather pants, and Darnell’s disturbed eyes followed my every move.

“Bud, you’re going to watch her get fucked by a real man,” Ray Lebrun said, and he pulled me close, grabbing my thick derriere and squeezing it for emphasis. I grinned and unzipped Ray Lebrun’s pants, freeing his long and thick ankara suriyeli escortlar ebony fuck stick, that’s what I call his manhood. I gently but firmly stroked Ray Lebrun’s dick, and Darnell’s eyes bulged. Smiling cruelly, I got on my knees and then, with a final glance at Darnell, I took Ray Lebrun’s dick into my mouth.

“Oh,” Darnell said, and he watched helplessly as I began sucking Ray Lebrun’s dick with gusto. I massaged Ray Lebrun’s balls as I went down on him, and once I had him hard as a rock, I got on all fours and shook my big ass at him. Ray Lebrun gripped my thick derriere and palmed it, then smacked it. I giggled softly and pressed my big bum against his crotch, while winking suggestively at Darnell, who watched helplessly.

“Fuck me, big daddy, let’s show Darnell the punk how a real man handles a woman,” I squealed to Ray Lebrun, who laughed and then thrust into me, burying his dick deep inside my already wet cunt. Darnell watched us, his eyes bulging and his mouth slack, clearly stunned by what he was beholding. Ray Lebrun fucked me roughly, slapping my ass and pulling my hair as he did so. I screamed and hollered, and I absolutely loved every minute of it. Ray Lebrun fucked me real good and even came, exploding inside of me in a torrent of masculine passion. I shrieked like a madwoman, rejoicing at being filled with my Bull’s seed. Hmmm, what a feeling indeed…

I sat up on the couch, legs spread, touching my pussy, which was still store from the pounding it just received from Ray Lebrun. As I masturbated, Darnell watched me, and I looked at him, then at Ray, who sat nearby, stroking his big black dick. A deliciously wicked idea sprang to my mind, and I suddenly recalled one of Darnell’s most wicked confessions. The C.A.U. stud did admit to being slightly bi-curious, did he not? Time to do some exploration.

“Darnell, get your ass over here and lick Ray Lebrun’s cum out of my pussy like a good cuckold,” I said as harshly as I could, snapping my fingers for emphasis. Darnell looked at me then at Ray, who snickered. Obediently the tall brother got up, and walked up to me. I told him to get on his knees and spread my thick dark thighs, showing him all my business, as they say.

“As you wish, Mistress Shay,” Darnell said, and my eyes went wide as the ebony stud knelt before me, and buried his face between my thighs. Just like that, Darnell began eating my pussy, licking Ray’s cum out of my cunt like a true cuckold would. I licked my lips and clucked my tongue, and noticed that Ray was watching Darnell and I with interest, his dick growing harder as he watched Darnell suck his cum out of my pussy…

“Darnell, you can stop now, you’ve been such a good cuckold I’ve got a reward for you,” I said, and a smiling Darnell looked up, his mouth still wet from my pussy juices and Ray’s cum. I reached for Ray’s dick and stroked it, then kissed it on the head. I winked at Darnell, while Ray crossed his arms and smirked. I nodded at Darnell, who hesitated. Conflicted feelings appeared to be warring within him.

“Don’t be shy, Darnell, this stays between us, now just suck his dick,” I said, and Darnell sighed, then nodded. Without another word, Darnell grabbed Ray’s dick and began sucking on it. Greedily, I might add. I fingered my cunt and watched as Ray stroked the back of Darnell’s head while the young brother sucked his dick. I can’t tell you how turned on I was. Yes, I’m one of those sisters ankara türbanlı escortlar turned on by man to man action, and it’s even hotter when it’s black on black.

“Ray, I want you to cum on Darnell’s face,” I said, giggling, and both men looked up at me. I looked at Ray, then at Darnell. I am the Mistress of the House, and whether you’re a Bull, or a Cuckold, you obey the Mistress. That’s one of the iron-clad rules of the world of BDSM. Darnell continued sucking Ray’s dick until my sexy Bull groaned and warned that he was about to cum. I grabbed Darnell’s neck and kind of forced him to gag on Ray’s dick, and when Ray came, the brother obediently gulped it all down. And that’s just about when I came, my pussy twitched excitedly, oozing hot girly cum all over the place…

“That was insane but fun,” Darnell said, a little while later, after he emerged from the shower. I wrapped a towel around myself and looked at Darnell, whose dick was erect, now that I removed the chastity device from it. Ray stood there, still wet from the shower. Both of these studs looked good enough to eat. Masculine black men with few sexual hang-ups. Who says the party has to end? I sure as hell don’t.

“Yes, it was, now come fuck me, both of you,” I said, as I looked at Darnell, then at Ray. Both studs looked stunned. I stroked Darnell’s dick, and pinched Ray’s nipples. That got them revved up. Laughing, I led them to my bedroom, and just like that, our fun continued. Darnell had been aching to fuck me all night, so I let him that pleasure. I bent over and shook my thick ass at him. Darnell took me from behind, slamming his hard ebon cock into my cunt. Meanwhile, I sucked on Ray’s thick dark dick.

“Hot damn, I’ve been craving that booty all night,” Darnell said, laughing gleefully as he thrust his hard prick into me. I would have said something but it’s not polite for a gal to speak with a mouthful of dick. I sucked Ray’s dick, loving the way it smelled and tasted. There’s something about a black man’s natural, masculine musk which drives me absolutely nuts. I don’t know what it is, folks, but I just can’t get enough of it.

“I want some of that ass,” Ray said to me, and I smiled up at him and continued sucking his dick. Meanwhile, Darnell pulled my hair and spanked my thick ass as he rammed his dick up my cunt. We switched things up, and changed positions. Ray got behind me while Darnell lay on the bed as I straddled him. We made ample use of the bottle of Aloe cream on my nightstand, which I normally use to prevent my hands from being ashy. We found new use for it, alright.

“Ask and you shall receive,” I said to a grinning Ray as I spread my ass cheeks wide open, exposing a very obvious target. Ray pressed his hard dick against my asshole, and slapped my ass. Meanwhile, Darnell gripped my hips and thrust his dick deep into my cunt. With my pussy impaled on Darnell’s dick, while Ray’s cock filled my asshole, I felt wonderfully filled for the first time in ages. Double penetration is truly only for freaks, folks. Ray and Darnell slammed their dicks into my holes, and I howled in pleasure mixed with deliciously hot pain. The two chocolate studs fucked me silly, and didn’t let up until I tapped out and begged for mercy. Yeah, everyone had a grand old time.

Alright, so my pussy and asshole are sore after the pounding they got from Darnell and Ray. You know what? I’m a happy woman. After servicing the hell out of their favorite dominatrix, Ray and Darnell left my residence. I am definitely going to be seeing the two of them on the regular. It’s fun to experiment, and what better way to do so than with two sexually flexible, handsome and masculine black men? I am one freaky sister and that’s right up my alley. Goodnight.

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Who says a bisexual man can’t have it all? Modern society and the LGBT community apparently. Don’t ask these fools. They don’t know shit. Just ask me, Samuel Cullen. I’m a black man of Jamaican descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I presently work for Service Canada. I’m one of those nice people on the phone when you contact the Canadian Government about various services. Someone’s got to do it. Be glad I’m on your side.

Anyhow, I got a story to tell you. Today, I am happily married to a woman named Malinda Michelle Ways. She knows that I’m bisexual and she’s cool with it. We have two sons and a daughter. Not only that, but Malinda and I are fairly active in the swinger lifestyle. My best friend Anton Dwayne is also bisexual, and his wife Maureen Chan-Dwayne knows. Maureen is pregnant and Anton couldn’t be happier. They’re regular guests at our house, and believe me when I tell you that we do more than play scrabble. Good times, folks. Good times.

I became aware of my bisexuality a while ago, and although I tried to ignore it for a while, I’ve decided to embrace it. While most young men in my quaint hometown of Falmouth, Jamaica, were discovering the ladies, I found myself admiring both Tennis legend Serena Williams fine ass and Lebron James abs. As time went by, I continued to like big-booty women, but my fondness for tall, muscular and masculine men never went away…

Now, if you know anything about Jamaican culture, then you’d know that it’s not considered okay to be bisexual, gay, lesbian or whatever over there. If you’re a man whose masculinity is suspect, people will call you Batty Man. You can get mocked, or even beat up for that. Me? I never had to worry about those things. I’m six-foot-one, strongly built and dark-skinned, with a deep voice. I didn’t look, act or sound like a Batty Man. Lucky me.

I don’t know why some men sound and act feminine, maybe they’re born that way, or perhaps they do it on purpose. All I know is that I saw a lot of them getting beat up back in Jamaica and I didn’t want to suffer that fate. I definitely felt attracted to both sexes but focused exclusively on the ladies. Occasionally, another young man would come onto me but I always turned them down. I wasn’t trying to catch any diseases or have my life ruined by someone running their mouth. I was too smart for that.

When I moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, for university studies, I had the chance to experiment with my sexuality. I attended the University of Ottawa, which is smack in the middle of downtown. There were lots of bars and clubs in the vicinity. I would go to the Bourbon Room and pick up hot women and bring them back to my residence for a night of fun. I was more discrete in my liaisons with the fellas.

A lot of bisexual men think with their dicks and get themselves in trouble over sex. Sometimes they cheat on good women with lousy men. That’s why a lot of women are reluctant to get involved with bisexual men. Me? I’m smart. At the end of the day, I knew that I wanted a wife and a family, so a man could only be a temporary good time for me. If he wanted more than that, he was seriously out of luck and had zero chance of changing my mind.

If you’re a bisexual man, you can probably relate to this. Gay men don’t like the fact that you like both sexes and they try to sabotage whatever you’ve got going on with the females in your life. To them, women are shopping buddies and nothing more. To me, a hot woman with a pretty face, a nice figure and a big round ass is a good time waiting to happen. I’m not giving that up. So, for this reason above all, when I have to deal with a man sexually, I only deal with other bisexual men.

When you’re a bisexual man, you really shouldn’t deal with a man who is allergic to pussy. Those guys will always try to make you give up women. I cannot and will not understand their mentality, so I don’t deal with them. I see them walking around the Rideau Shopping Center and other malls, making way too much eye contact with other men, and they’re always eager to proposition you for some quick bathroom sex. Thanks but no thanks. I don’t like creeps…or STDs.

My first serious relationship while in university was with a young woman named Beatrice Thompson. You should have seen her. Five foot ten inches tall, sexy and curvy, with dark brown skin, short kinky dark hair and a big round ass. I love a woman with a big ass and Beatrice fit the bill to a T. Oh, and this cutie also hails from the Caribbean. She was born in Saint Lucia and raised in the City of Calgary, Alberta.

“I can’t get enough of you,” Beatrice told me, after a night of freaky sex. We’d gone to the movies at the Scotiabank Theater and then dined at Moxie’s, and finally came home. Beatrice gets really horny after fine dining, and she was feeling me up as we drove home. As soon as we got there, I pulled Beatrice into my arms, kissed her passionately and gave that big round ass a firm squeeze.

“Babe, let me eat your pussy,” I said and Beatrice grinned ankara moldovyalı escortlar and pulled down her short black skirt. I knew she had no panties on and grinned as she spread her thick dark legs. I love dark-skinned black women. Beatrice doesn’t shave down below and I couldn’t believe my luck. In Jamaica, most women don’t shave their vaginas. I have been with a few white women in Ottawa and find their shaved vaginas kind of weird. Alright, to each her own, I guess…

“Go for it,” Beatrice said and I buried my face between her legs. I ate Beatrice’s pussy like a champ, and soon had her squealing in delight. I like to take my time while eating a woman’s pussy. I enjoy sucking her clit and fingering her pussy with my thick but agile fingers. I like to get my whole hand in there and fist her. I enjoy making a woman cum with my fingers and tongue action. It’s a skill which I enjoy putting on display…

After polishing Beatrice’s pussy with my tongue, I put her on all fours and she shook that ass for me. I admired Beatrice’s big round ass. When I first spotted her while walking around the University of Ottawa campus, that ass was the first thing I noticed. Beatrice was bending over to tie her shoe while wearing Yoga pants and you know that ass was popping. I walked over to her because I simply had to holler…

“Make that booty clap for me,” I told Beatrice, and she laughed and did just that. I kissed her big round booty, then grabbed some condoms. I rolled a condom on my big dark dick and rubbed it against Beatrice’s booty. See? I’m a bisexual man who fucks responsibly. So much for the stereotypes about us being risk takers. I gripped Beatrice’s hips and thrust into her. She let out a happy squeal as I penetrated her. I began to fuck Beatrice with deep, passionate strokes.

“Oh yes, fuck me,” Beatrice squealed, and I went to town on her, slamming my dick into her pussy from behind and loving the way her big ass bounced against my groin. Beatrice and I fucked and sucked the night away. We had a great time together that night. Lying next to Beatrice, I found myself wondering if I could give up the other side and focus exclusively on her. I hoped I had the strength to do it. Unfortunately, Fate took the decision out of my hands.

The stereotype about bisexual Black men is that we are cheaters, liars and risk takers. Me? I loved Beatrice and wanted to have a future with her. Unfortunately, she was going through her hoe phase. You know, when females don’t want to be tied down, even to a good man, because they want to experiment and see what’s out there. I didn’t know Beatrice was like that. Shoot, she might be wild in bed but she was a church-going woman. Dammit, I was naive, huh?

One day, I went to Beatrice’s apartment in the Baseline area of Nepean, Ontario, to surprise her. It was our first-year anniversary. I brought her flowers and had a whole day planned. We’d go dine at a nice Caribbean restaurant, and catch a movie. I even planned on sending her to a Spa, on my dime. When I arrived at Beatrice’s apartment, I heard funny sounds coming from inside. I pushed the door, which was ajar, and went in. What I saw, I would never forget…

Beatrice was face down and ass up, getting fucked by Dwight, this white dude who was dating one of her girlfriends. I caught them right in the middle of some freaky sex. I got mad and attacked Dwight, and to my surprise, Beatrice defended his ass. Long story short? Cops got involved. Lucky for me I wasn’t charged, but I was forbidden from contacting or approaching either Dwight or Beatrice. Restraining orders are a bitch, man.

There you have it, the tale of the bisexual black man who was faithful to his girlfriend, only to have her cheat on him with a crusty-ass white dude. After that whole debacle with Beatrice, I wasn’t too keen on relationships. I went to the bars and clubs, and brought freaky women and even freakier men back to my bed. I was a horny bisexual man on a rampage. I didn’t care if you had a vagina or a dick. Bend over and give me your holes, and I’ll fill them with my thick bisexual Jamaican dick. Word up.

While going through my drunken man-whore phase, I met two people destined to change my life forever. The first was my future wife, Malinda Michelle Ways. Tall and slim, with long blonde hair and blue eyes, Malinda definitely wasn’t my type. We met when I ended up on academic probation. The dean of students at the University of Ottawa sent me to Malinda so she could help save my academic career. She ended up doing much more than that…

“Mr. Cullen, if you want to graduate on time, I can help you, but I’m not your damn nanny,” Malinda told me, the first time we met. I looked at this pretty but serious-faced white woman in her business attire and swamped office and smiled. Malinda kind of reminded me of two white actresses whose work I liked. The first one played the evil female angel in the movie Constantine. The second one portrayed the constipated-looking blonde lady in the TV series ankara ukraynalı escortlar Fringe. Look them up.

“Alright, ma’am, what do you need me to do?” I replied, and Malinda took a deep breath, and outlined her plan to save my academic career and possibly my life. I was addicted to booze and sex, and my grades had plummeted. I’d also put on weight and looked older than I was. I needed to make changes. At Malinda’s suggestion, I began going to Goodlife Fitness, and that’s where I met Anton Dwayne.

“Samuel, my brother, I will whip you into shape,” said Anton, and I looked at the tall, muscular brother and smiled. Anton had recently moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, from Trenton, New Jersey. The brother was taking business courses at Carleton University, and he was engaged to a young Asian woman named Maureen Chan. The brother was cool, but when he looked at me, I felt…it.

“Sounds good, Chief,” I replied, wondering why I felt funny around Anton, who looked straight, and sounded as tough as any Army Drill Sergeant. Anton and I began working out, and he taught me a lot about fitness and about myself. The brother wanted to be a big-shot businessman, and he also played football for Carleton University. Anton seemed like a superman to me. Were we on the same team, though? No, I don’t have gaydar or bi-dar or whatever. Unless a dude looks/acts feminine, or comes onto me, I cannot frigging tell.

Anton and I became friends, and I even started attending his football games. I supported Carleton University’s football team because of Anton even though they often creamed the University of Ottawa football team. The brother made me turn against my own school. Isn’t that something? Anton was changing me in more ways than one…

At the same time, I spent a lot of time with Malinda, and slowly the Ice Queen melted, revealing herself to be a friendly, decent and outgoing woman. Malinda was quite reluctant to get involved with me, a student in her care, but I eventually wore her down. For the first time in my life, I was looking at a woman as an individual human being rather than an object of my lust. I was…changing.

“Samuel, you’re something else,” Malinda told me, after I convinced her to try some spicy Haitian food, at a restaurant called Soleil Des Iles in the east end of Ottawa. We sat there, eating some white rice, brown bean sauce, and goat meat which we washed down with Pepsis. Malinda looked great in a long-sleeved Gee-Gees shirt and black jeans, and I looked alright in a blue silk shirt, black dress pants and black Timberland boots. Afro-Caribbean men are snappy dressers, unlike those Canadian slackers you see every damn day…

“Thank you mademoiselle,” I told Malinda, and I smiled at her. While we dined, several people came in. A big-booty Haitian woman in a tank top and short skirt walked in, and I caught myself checking out her ass. I also discretely checked out a tall, muscular, light-skinned black dude who came in shirtless, his arm around his plump Hispanic girlfriend. Malinda, an astute student of human behavior, noticed where my gaze went, and called me out on it.

“Samuel, I notice you check out that woman’s butt and that man’s abs, are you bisexual?” Malinda asked me point blank. I looked at her and froze. The blonde-haired and blue-eyed, tomboyish white woman had managed to see through my disguise of the super-macho, tough Jamaican man and guessed my secret. What should I do? What should I say?

“Yes, Malinda, I am bisexual, I understand if you don’t want to keep seeing me,” I replied, and my shoulders sagged. I looked into Malinda’s eyes, wondering what she was thinking. I knew the script. When you’re a bisexual man, women always say they want you to be honest with them. They also leave you because they don’t want to take a chance on you. I’ve been with more women than men, but that wouldn’t matter to Malinda. I awaited her answer, certain that I knew what it would be…

“Hmm, I think bisexual guys are hot,” Malinda said, and she laughed heartily. I stared at her, dumbfounded. Seriously, I had several scenarios going on through my head but this wasn’t one of them. I figured Malinda would dismiss me. Or friend-zone me. Or tell me that I was deluded, in denial, or whatever. I wasn’t expecting her total acceptance of who and what I was. Like, wow, man…

“Wow, alright then,” I said, smiling faintly, and Malinda winked at me. That’s when I knew. In this life, men don’t choose women, women choose men. Malinda had chosen me, and I wasn’t about to let her go. When you’re a bisexual man, finding a woman who accepts you and wants a sexual/romantic relationship with you is like finding a unicorn…next to a suitcase containing a million bucks. I couldn’t believe my luck.

Malinda and I began seeing each other seriously, and let me tell you, I got over a lot of things. I’ve always been attracted to curvy, big-booty women with dark skin. Fate sent me a tall, tomboyish woman with small tits, a slim body, almost no ass, and ankara minyon tipli escortlar guess what? I loved her so much that I ended up marrying her. To hell with those big-booty women ( whom I still check out ) I am happy with my Malinda.

“Make love to me,” Malinda told me as we lay in bed together, at her apartment in the Glebe. I looked at her, this tall, slender European beauty and grinned. I kissed Malinda and tenderly caressed her small breasts, then licked my way to her pierced belly button. As Malinda spread her pale, muscular legs invitingly, I inhaled her womanly scent and began eating her pussy.

“Relax and enjoy, my goddess,” I told Malinda, as I fingered and licked her pussy. Malinda seemed tense at first, and I later learned that she hadn’t been with anyone in over two years, not since her last lover, some guy named Floyd, ran off with her best female friend Natalie. As I pleasured her, taking my sweet time about it, Malinda relaxed and enjoyed. I really enjoyed pleasuring her. There’s something special about making love with someone who loves you…

“My turn to please you,” Malinda said softly, after I gave her pussy a tongue bath. I smiled at her as she laid me down and reached for my manhood. Smiling, Malinda stroked my dick and then took me into her mouth. I closed my eyes as Malinda fellated me. While sucking my dick, Malinda fingered my butt hole, which I considered a nice touch…

“Ride me, gorgeous,” I told Malinda, after she got my dick hard as a rock. I watched as my tall, slender goddess climbed on top of me, a coy smile on her lovely face as she straddled me. I caressed her breasts with one hand and her ass with the other. Malinda grinned as I playfully smacked her ass, and rubbed my dick against her vagina.

“Fuck me,” Malinda demanded, and I grinned and lifted my hips, thrusting into her. Malinda rode me, screaming madly as I buried my dick in her pussy. My lady turned from the demure academic into a wanton, bewitching creature whom I simply couldn’t get enough of. Malinda’s pussy gripped me tightly as she rode me, and I fucked her furiously, wanting to make her mine…

“Give me that ass,” I told Malinda as I put her on all fours, admiring her cute little ass. Malinda turned around and flashed me a savage smile. I stroked my dick, and caressed her ass. With a swift thrust I entered her, and just like that, we were one. As I began fucking Malinda with gusto, it suddenly occured to me what a wild woman I was dealing with…

“Pull my hair and fuck me harder,” Malinda hissed, and I heeded the lady’s words. I slammed my dick into her, and she began grinding that ass against me. I bucked my hips as I thrust into her. Malinda’s happy squeals and sharp screams echoed my manly grunts as I went to town on her. I banged that ass like there was no tomorrow, and we fucked and sucked the night away. Our first time together, and it was epic…

Lying next to Malinda that first night, I felt too happy for words. It was the beginning of better times for me. Malinda’s love made me stronger and more confident. I embraced my identity as a bisexual man. With an accepting woman by my side, I was no longer afraid of being outed by vindictive gay men. I loved what Malinda and I had, and would never cheat on her. I even felt confident enough to come out to my parents, who disowned my liberal ass, and to my good friend Anton, who accepted me.

“Bro, I’m happy for you and Malinda, you inspire me,” Anton said, and I smiled at my good friend. We sat inside Tim Horton’s, grabbing ice tea after a steamy workout. I nodded at Anton, glad that my macho fitness trainer was cool with my being bisexual and all. Suddenly, I thought of what he said and what it meant. What did he mean when he said that I inspired him?

“Are you like me, Anton? You are bisexual?” I asked hesitantly, and Anton replied, smiling. I exhaled sharply, and nodded. I wasn’t sure what else to say. Anton went on, telling me about how he’d always felt attracted to both sexes. He hadn’t explored it yet, and had only been with women. That puzzled me, and I queried Anton about it. So much about this handsome, masculine man was shrouded in mystery…

“Well, yes, Samuel, I like both women and men, although I’ve only been with women at this point,” Anton replied, and I smiled. That was the beginning of our special friendship. I invited Anton to dinner with Malinda and myself, and we encouraged him to share the truth with his girlfriend Maureen. As it turns out, Maureen was okay with it.

“To great friends and better times,” Maureen said, toasting to Malinda and I, after we got engaged following my graduation from the University of Ottawa. I looked at my beloved Malinda and our new friends Anton and Maureen. I was surrounded by people I cared about and had life on a string. Things simply couldn’t be better. Or could they? In lieu of a graduation party, the four of us got drunk and ordered takeout. Can you guess what happened next?

“Go for it, fellas,” Malinda said, laughing, as Anton and I sat next to each other on the couch. We were drunk and horny, and long-repressed feelings came to the surface. I looked at Malinda, whom I love and felt intensely attracted to, and I looked at Anton, whom I strongly desired. Maureen, sitting next to Malinda, was also watching us.

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Playing with a ‘wench’

This was written for a friend, who had fantasies of being treated as a ‘wench’ and serving people in public. It started out to include only those things she had thought about, but it soon included things she now wants to happen, but which she had not thought would turn her on before.

I had been taken to the club by a girl friend, who thought I might like a surprise for my birthday. I was surprised, but very excited. The club was private, and the booths provided discreet places to spend time with whoever you want. On offer was plenty of drink, but a couple of specials were drawn to my attention. In particular were the waitresses, or more accurately wenches. All were dressed alike initially, though I could see one or two in the dark recesses appeared to be losing or changing their attire. The one we had been given was wearing the standard shiny, silky electric blue top and black skirt. The top was close fitting and low cut, the skirt equally close fitting and short. Both clung to our wenches ample curves, and along with the shiny, nude-effect nylon on her legs and heeled sandals on her feet, made her a very appealing proposition.

Trudy, the friend who was treating me, whispered in my ear as our waitress approached. “As you know, she is to be treated as our wench for the night. She will do whatever we say once we have ordered from her, and I mean… anything. Happy birthday!”

I watched as our wench asked us for our order. Trudy asked for a bottle of wine and some nibbles, and turned to me. I looked straight into the wenches eyes and asked for her name. Vanessa was the reply. I asked if she was happy to be our wench and take our orders for the evening, and she nodded and smiled, saying that was the house rule and she hoped she could be of service to us. The word ‘service’ was emphasised with a lick of her luscious, red lips. On her return with our order I got straight into enjoying my wench.

“Show me what you are wearing underneath your uniform,” I ordered. Vanessa unbuttoned the low cut top and revealed a large firm pair of breasts inside a straining, silky black bra. She then lifted her skirt to display the nude nylon were tights, hiding a neat, white thong barely covering her mound.

“Mmm, nice, though I don’t like tights, they get in the way. Give them to me.”

Vanessa slipped off her shoes and slid down her tights, putting her strappy heels back on as soon as the nylon left her feet. Smoothing her black skirt in place she handed the tights over to me.

“Good, now as you are my wench, you will remain as you are wherever you go to around the club. And to remind you that we don’t take being disobeyed lightly, bend over and lift your skirt. I think I would like to spank your cheeks now, and as often as I can this evening.”

Vanessa did as she was told, her full, round breasts hanging perfectly inside teh tight blue blouse, straining the fabric. I leant over her and spanked her very firm round cheeks hard, until they turned a light red. I covered her over with her skirt again and sent her on her way, but asked her to bring me a large candle when she returned. I watched as she served both men and women on other tables, her nipples showing clearly that she was already aroused. Her wenches ankara bayan escortlar blouse was left wide open, and the erect flesh was pushing at the silky black confines of her bra as the other customers enjoyed the sights, but only Trudy and I could give her orders.

I turned to Trudy and smiled my thanks for this present, saying that we could both have some fun here. “How much do you want to be involved, or are you happy just to watch”, I asked her. Her smiled response meant we were both going to be taking advantage of our wench when she returned. Trudy is not a regular girlfriend, but is someone I have known a long time. She and I have had some fun and pretty rampant sex when we were both without partners, and she knows of my interests. Her eyes were glinting as she asked me if she could give the next instruction.

Vanessa returned quickly, breasts on show to the club as she walked across the room, but no-one seemed too concerned. As she placed the large candle down on the table Trudy slid to one side and ordered Vanessa to kneel in front of her. She did as she was told, and knelt facing Trudy’s legs, now open for the wench to view up Trudy’s skirt. Motioning Vanessa to kneel lower and look at what was on offer, the wench was ordered to remove Trudy’s underwear and give them to me. Vanessa slipped her hands under Trudy’s skirt and worked them up her thighs, making sure Trudy enjoyed the slow touch of her fingers against her bare flesh. I saw Trudy raise her pert ass a little and then watched as the wench drew off the flimsy knickers. Standing up she gave them to me as ordered, leaving Trudy smiling and now naked below her knee length skirt.

“I want to see your nipples properly, they look like they are ready for us. Take them out and really make them aroused for us to play with,” was Trudy’s next instruction. The wench looked at us both and then undid the front clasp on her bra. Her magnificent breasts spilled out and stood proud as her bra swung open. She slowly lifted her hands and pulled at her own, already erect, nipples. This was not quick enough or hard enough for Trudy. She reached forward, brushed the wenches hand away and gripped her right nipple hard. Pulling and twisting she raised the nipple away from the full breast and let it go, repeating the move time after time on both nipples until they were red and hard, points of tortured flesh. The wench was writhing in front of us in a mix of pain and pleasure, panting noises coming from her half-open mouth as Trudy tortured her. Suddenly Trudy stopped.

“Take my friends cock out and suck him, now, until I say stop”. I was happy to let Trudy keep issuing the commands, she seemed to be enjoying this “present” as much as me, and this order was one I liked. Vanessa, our wench, now bent towards me and unzipped the front of my trousers. I shifted to let her take them down a little. I was not wearing anything underneath tonight, and this was noted by Trudy as she commented, “Looks like there’s more than one of us enjoying the way this wench looks and feels!”

Vanessa sprang my hard cock free, and it stood proud in the low light of the club. It had grown to almost full length just with watching the events unfold, but as Vanessa went straight down onto my cock, it ankara seksi escortlar continued to swell inside her warm wet mouth. What a sight, a full-bodied wench leaning over me, breasts exposed and nipples aroused and with her mouth taking more and more of my length inside it. I grew harder and longer as her talented lips slurped their way up, down and around the head and length of my solid flesh. It was bathed in saliva as she worked away, and neither of us noticed what Trudy was doing until the flash – captured on her camera phone, the wench’s head perfectly poised at the top of her work, most of my now fully erect cock on display and sticking out from between her red lips.

Vanessa continued to work away, and I wondered how much of this I could take before unleashing a very full load into her mouth. I decided to take a little more control myself, and glancing over at Trudy for approval I stopped Vanessa when she had all of my cock embedded in her glorious mouth. I eased out of her mouth and tucked my cock back inside my trousers. “You need to work a little harder, and not on me. Can you get Trudy close to orgasm? Mmmm, I think you can and will, now. Wench, bend down and use your fingers on my friend, I know she is wet and waiting for you.”

Trudy arched her eyebrows at me, but didn’t object when our perfectly obedient wench, Vanessa, bent down and pushed the hem of Trudy’s skirt up and exposed her trim bush and already wet and pouting cunt lips. She bent to her task and spread Trudy’s lips apart gently before sliding a single finger inside. Vanessa was paying close attention to Trudy’s perfect pussy, and my view of her pendulous breasts and round, tight ass was perfect too. As Trudy began to move her hips a little, Vanessa slipped a second and almost immediately a third finger into the wet, spreading pussy lips in front of her, settling down on her knees to her work. I thought she needed some encouragement, after all she was a wench who is there to serve. A sharp spank on her ass brought a drawing in of breath, but barely a pause before she went back to work and lifted her cheeks to me for more. I duly obliged, and she started to drive her fingers in and out of my friends spreading, engorged cunt lips as I began to spank her harder and harder. The wench’s breasts swung free as she rocked back and forward with each blow, back to receive the blow, forward to take it and drive her fingers harder into Trudy’s cunt. Finally I saw her get a fourth finger into my friend and Trudy exploded onto her, almost gushing as she came, the juices flowing freely over Vanessa’s hand.

“Lick it clean, then you can receive your reward for a good deed well performed!” Slowly Vanessa brought her hand to her mouth and took each finger one by one into her mouth and licked off Trudy’s juices. My friend was lewdly spreading her legs and lightly teasing her clit which had been almost ignored with the wenches drive into her sopping folds. As she finished her last cleaning operation, I reached for the candle and then stood the wench up in front of me. Reaching under her black skirt I found the sopping wet knickers between her legs. This work had aroused her and she was waiting for her reward for arousing us. Moving the soaking fabric aside I pushed two fingers bayan ankara escort straight into her soft and welcoming cunt, and watched Vanessa stifle a moan as she felt them slide around inside her, reaching for that lovely spot that some women have that drives more quickly to reach their orgasm. However, I wasn’t going to play here long and after a few minutes of gradually driving my fingers harder and deeper into our wenches cunt, I slowly withdrew and reached for the candle. I asked her to carefully sit down, and I positioned the fat candle perfectly between the now wide open lips of her sex. She sank slowly onto it, taking its fat girth inch by inch inside her. It was a good 7 or 8 inches long, and a couple of inches across and I could see what it was doing as she struggled to accommodate it. I reached for her breasts, holding them, rolling their full weight in my hand before pinching the nipples again and again as she filled herself on the hard, unforgiving rod reaching into her depths.

“Vanessa, I want you to bring yourself to orgasm, to cum on this hard, fat candle. Make yourself come before me and I will cum all over your magnificent breasts. If you fail, and I have covered your flesh before your orgasm, I will remove the candle and tie you up to be used by anyone who passes this table for the next hour, but with the strict instructions only to take their pleasure and not give you any relief.”

Vanessa, our ever obedient and raunchy wench, began to rotate her hips on the candle, making it move within her folds. She began to pant as I stood up and removed my trousers and pointed my solid cock at her face and breasts. Leaning in I pushed it into the wenches mouth and let her suck, even though she was concentrating on the waves of pleasure building up in her stuffed love tube. Finally her dam burst and she began screaming around my cock as she came hard down onto the candle, driving it ever deeper and coating the table beneath her with her juices. The sensations of the noise and silky lips was too much for me and I could feel the point of no return arriving. I withdrew to leave Vanessa to complete her orgasm and slid my cock between my wench’s breasts. The smooth feel of warm flesh enveloped my cock and I came hard, a fountain of white cum spurting up onto the wench’s breasts and neck. More spasms, more cum, hard pulses as I coated her globes in my milky white liquid, finally slowing down and slipping between their weight with my own juices easing my now deflating cock’s passage.

“Wench, what a shame, I was looking forward to leaving you for others to enjoy. Perhaps another task will be harder so we can watch you serve as you are clearly meant to, and are very good at. However, you are free to serve another couple now, but you must not clean up until they tell you to do so.”

With that I had her stand up and Trudy and I watched as the candle slowly eased its way out of her cunt, leaving her groaning now, empty and wanting more of that hard invader. However, a wench needs to know who she serves, and tonight she had served us well. The rest of our evening was spent relaxing and watching the various couples enjoying the club and its facilities. We saw many wenches taken in many positions, some couples just enjoying each other whilst other people watched and at one point a lesbian couple using a male servant to service them both with his mouth only, whilst they had a huge double dildo sandwiched between them. Finally we left, but if I knew my friend Trudy it would not be long before we were back.

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A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists — Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 50). This story could appear in a number of genres (Loving Wives, Incest, Lesbian, Fetish, and more) depending on the chapter, but the overall theme is Group, so I have applied this moniker to all chapters. The story is still being written, yet I intend to post a new chapter every couple of days. Enjoy.

Chapter 54 — Out of Town Guests. Party Starts

Mark

What a night. I met Troy and Dan, the two men that Cindy and Elsa had picked up in a lounge a few months earlier. They had their wives with them — Sandy and Janet, and we resonated right away. I felt like seducing someone, so I turned my charm on them over dinner and then after we got back to my condo. I didn’t need much; they were pre-sold on our mating.

The huge icebreaker that moved things forward in one huge jump happened just as we returned to my condo after dinner. Melanie and KC were fucking some of the guys we hung out with right in my condo’s living room. They were all naked and going at it like a live sex show in Germany. I led the group returning from dinner past them, slowly, to my den, giving them plenty of time to observe the sex and hopefully get a little turned on by it.

Soon afterwards, Elsa and Cindy led Troy and Dan off to the bedroom wing, and I guessed they’d be fucking each other within a few minutes if I knew those two.

I immediately pulled Janet and Sandy to me and started to kiss them. They were very receptive to my approaches, and didn’t seem to mind a two-on-one FFM situation. I teased a few superficial pieces of clothing from them, until I could suck on some breasts.

Sandy finally asked, “The people fucking in your living room … is that normal?”

“Kind of. We’re very open about sex in our family and among our friends. Would you like to watch?”

Both girls nodded enthusiastically and said in unison, “Yes.”

I opened the door to my den and positioned the two women so they could watch the sex on the two living room sofas. Some partner switching had occurred. The girls waved knowing they were on display, but didn’t break stride with the guys. I proceeded to finish disrobing the two women and doffed my own clothes.

While making sure I remained in contact with both women, I’d focus on one and then the other, my mouth and fingers doing pleasurable things to them.

Soon I pulled them both into the living room and onto the third sofa that made up a ‘U’ in front of my fireplace — a unit that was giving off a nice glow and some heat. Janet and Sandy realized they were not only romantically and sexually involved with me, but also they were part of a sex show for the others. I could sense their mood change. The hidden exhibitionists in them suddenly appeared in glorious splendor.

I went down on Janet and suggested as I did that she suck on Sandy’s tits. After a few minutes, I reversed the pair, and then I had the two of them sucking on my generous shaft bringing it up to full hardness.

I had Sandy sit on my cock and sink her body down on the shaft, and I maneuvered Janet over my mouth. That went well, and I was able to deliver an orgasm to each woman. We reversed the women again, and I repeated my pleasure to them. As Janet came on my cock, she brought me with her, and I ejaculated into her sweet pussy much to her delight.

We separated and Melanie was right there to suck my cum from Janet’s quim. Janet looked shocked at first, but rolled with the situation. Sandy watched until Mel suggested that she take over eating her friend. Sandy slowly and tentatively started to eat Janet’s cunt while Mel watched from right beside her. I think that was a first sapphic experience for either of them.

Mel urged me to give both women The Experience. I considered that, and thought that given their background plus the relationship with Troy and Dan, that The Experience would indeed be a good idea.

I worked on Janet first, since she seemed to be the opinion leader for the two of them. I also knew if I could win her over, I’d have a devoted convert the next evening at the party when I didn’t want too many women who hadn’t known what was happening. I already had it in my head that I wanted to give The Experience to the two porn actresses Vanessa and Anna too. I wanted a comparison with what they knew from their acting experiences.

Janet was compliant as I talked to her about what I wanted to do as I explained The Experience to her. Although she’d heard a little about the event from Elsa, she was a slightly worried I might hurt her, but I assured her that all she had to do was say the word and I’d stop. I did guarantee that she’d remember the event the rest of her life with escort ankara fondest memories.

I began by eating her pussy, and then suddenly I had help from KC who was beside me. She whispered, “I love tasting new pussy and tonight is no exception.” Together we worked on Janet until she was hornier than a springtime toad in Louisiana.

I began the fingering as KC and Sandy worked on Janet’s tits, sucking and loving the taut, sensitive breasts as she moaned in acceptance and pleasure. I think I had my hand in her before she knew it, and experienced a G-spot orgasm right on my plan. Initially, she thought that was the end of The Experience, but KC assured her that there was a lot more pleasure to come.

I found her magic A-spot without much trouble, and then applied my talent to bring her off again from that location as I used my mouth and other hand to diddle her clit. Janet soared into a zone of pleasure I don’t think she’d ever even contemplated. According to Elsa, you can hear about The Experience and how good it will be, but you discount the pleasure until you’re actually involved in it.

Her back slowly arched her body upward as the big climax started to wend its way into and through every fiber of her body. She moaned to us that she was feeling something really big coming from deep inside her. She also started to call forth the gods and used every nasty and dirty word I think I’d ever heard as she implored me to do more, more, more to her.

As her arch into my ministrations became like that of a rainbow, her orgasm struck like a colossal bolt of lightning surging through her body and leaving no cell untouched by the shocking pleasure of her largest orgasm ever. I said, “KC, now!” KC pinched Janet’s nipples hard and then slapped them. I bit gently on her clit, slapped her cunt above my wrist, and then drove two fingers into Janet’s ass as I made my last strokes on her A-spot with my fingertips. Any pain or shock would be converted into impulses of pleasure a thousand times greater.

Janet moaned, “Oh, fuck. So wonderful. SO FUCKING GOOD … THE BEST …” Her body shuddered, shook, and vibrated as though she were at the epicenter of a Richter ten earthquake, and then the arch broke and she crashed to the bed, unconscious.

Sandy looked worried, but KC reassured her that her friend was fine. She moved up and kissed Janet on the lips.

When Janet awoke in my arms a couple of minutes later, she told me she loved me more than anything she’d ever known or thought about. In tears of joy, she told Sandy that she MUST have The Experience, and then asked me to fuck the daylights out of her because she loved me so and wanted my sperm deep inside her to carry forever. Sandy looked amazed at the transformation of her friend.

I did make love to Janet and it was a beautiful experience. Sandy and KC watched as they lightly played together. KC narrated our loving experience too. Melanie joined us since the guys had left. She also toyed with Sandy as I finished up with Janet.

After some cleanup of Janet of my spend by KC and Melanie, I repeated The Experience on Sandy with similar results — someone that loved me deeply, wanted to spend all eternity with me, and wanted my semen pulsed deep into her body on a continuous basis day in and day out. I accommodated the last request by making love to her, and then let the girls clean up Sandy as Janet and I kissed her.

Before we left the living room, I had Janet and Sandy eat out the cum that Melanie and KC had left in them from the men they’d been with earlier. I wanted them to have the full sapphic experience and not only one side of it. I must say that after the first minute or two, they got into the whole sapphic orgasm delivery idea like a couple of experts. I was also pleased when I saw the two of them kissing each other with our whole experience as prelude to their sapphic kisses.

We went to bed after that in my super bed.

Elsa

Cindy and I had awoken Dan and Troy with a pair of matching morning blowjobs. The guys declared they’d died and gone to heaven because no other females they knew provided such delightful wakeup service. Just as we finished and were slavering over the gooey but still erect cocks, Janet and Sandy announced their arrival into the room, both nude and carrying their clothing from the night before. They’d watched our grand crescendo and heard the comments.

I winced inside because of the hole the guys had just dug for themselves.

Janet made the off-hand comment with great sarcasm in her voice, “Why what a coincidence. We just did the same thing for Mark, and then we made love with him . He is such an energizer bunny, keeping up with KC and Melanie, plus the two of us all night. I just don’t know how he does it. It seemed soooo unusual, but soooo good.” She was needling Troy about his performance.

Troy said defensively, “I didn’t think you liked morning sex.”

Janet chuckled as she came over to the bed and stared ankara escortlar down at our nude bodies, “Try me. I’d love to go around with you right now … if you don’t mind sloppy seconds, although Sandy pretty well sucked the cum out of my pussy while Mark fucked her from behind, then I cleaned her up. I ate some jizz from KC’s tight little cunt too. You get the idea; hey, you could be doing that too. Do you know, Mark cleans up his messes. I’d like you to learn to do that; it’s so arousing.”

Sandy spoke up, “Yeah, I’d love another morning fuck from both of you … and some clean up afterwards.”

I nudged both Troy and Dan, “Go on men. It sounds to me like you have a command performance with each other’s wives right here on this bed. We’ll leave you to it.”

Janet and Sandy slid onto the bed as Cindy and I vacated our spaces. The men looked shocked at what had been said, and then at whom the women had partnered with. Sandy had gone to Troy, and Janet had immediately inhaled Dan’s cock trying to revive it back to life. Cindy and I left them to their passionate morning with each other’s spouse.

A couple of hours later, Janet, Troy, Dan, and Sandy went out for brunch and a tour of the city for part of the afternoon. Cindy and I worked out in the gym with a couple of the bodyguards doing mock attacks on us. We did a little knife play too with our fake knives and didn’t come out of the scraps too badly. The sparring was good for all of us.

About four o’clock, we again started working on party prep. Janet and Sandy had returned from touring and helped us by preparing plates of hors d’oeuvres. Troy and Dan went off to watch sports on TV, however, I noticed they’d both fallen asleep. Janet and Sandy were hyped up and confessed their excited state had everything to do with the sex they’d already had and the tidal wave of sex they expected to participate in later.

I asked if their marriages had suffered, but both women were vehement that since the men confessed to their one-night stand with us months earlier, seeing our videos, and then all the fucking the night before and this morning — including the swap with each other, that they now had the best relationships they’d ever had with their spouses.

Both women extolled the virtues of their new sexual freedom, and then got going on Mark and how wonderful he was and how much they loved him. They marveled at The Experience and how they wanted him to teach their husbands how to do that sexy act.

As we talked, each of the women made something to contribute to the large meal we’d serve that evening. Not everyone I knew threw a dinner party for thirty-five people to be followed by an intensive evening of sex. Further, we had a French restaurant on the ground floor of the building preparing two different entrees for us to serve, along with a host of other hors d’oeuvres. We would be well fed. We’d also hired a couple of sexy cocktail waitresses for a while to serve the hors d’oeuvres, tend the buffet table, and keep people happy with their wine or beer; they were young women who worked at the investment house with Cindy.

Barnes laid in a huge supply of beer, wine, and hard liquor, and worked Saturday to help us set up self-service bars in a corner of the living room and the open-plan kitchen. We had the makings for all kinds of drinks with margaritas being the foremost offering. Troy and Dan later established themselves as Margarita Men, making sure that part of things was ready to go. They pledged they’d be back there for a while that evening making the drinks. Cindy and I thought their interest might have something to do with the cute waitresses.

Ryan came by and dropped off a unique present for the men: about a hundred high dose Cialis tablets in a dish. He’d even left a little note card explaining about how to use them and what one might expect based on his own experience. Mark came by, read the card, and popped one of the pills in his mouth and went on his way with a smile. He was set for the next day or so.

Mark was already on a diet of supplements, vitamins, and hormones his doctor had cooked up to add stamina, staying power, and endurance to his lovemaking. Together with the Cialis he would be a force to be reckoned with all evening.

Eventually, the women stood and looked around. Until the party started, we were done. I looked at Janet and Sandy, and gave each of them a little look that posed the ‘Are you happy?’ question.

Janet blushed and responded, “I confess to wanting to try Dan. This morning was a treat, although he was in a state of shock. So was Troy, getting the opportunity to fuck Sandy AND watch his best friend fucking the daylights out of me. He’s had a thing for her for a while, but he wouldn’t admit it.”

Sandy said, “Well, the feeling was mutual. He was sure horny this morning. He has a very nice cock too, but you girls already know about that.” She liked to tease and I finally felt I could laugh at their humor.

Janet ankara kaliteli escortlar said, “The guys don’t know it yet, but when we get home Sandy and I intend to keep swapping with the guys. We both liked fucking each other’s husbands. I think we’ve discovered a new lifestyle. I think we’ll be getting together and swapping a lot.”

Sandy nodded with enthusiastic agreement. “We just talked a lot about doing that. I also think Janet and I will get together to play just the two of us. We’ve discovered another side to us we’d been suppressing.”

I asked, “And you’re OK with what happened last night? In a little while this place will be full of horny people scratching every itch they can think of.”

Janet spoke, “Oh, more than fine. As I said earlier, I love your boyfriend Mark. That thing he did to me was amazing. I kept having little orgasms all night long even when we weren’t fucking. I wasn’t kidding about his staying power when I was teasing my husband this morning. Mark did Sandy and me several times before we went to sleep, again in the middle of the night, and then this morning. I am a very happy camper. I’ve rediscovered my sexuality, and this time I don’t plan to lose it to malaise and disuse.”

Sandy added with a smirk, “We both wish our husbands would maintain that level of proficiency with us. I also want to keep swapping with Janet. I think the variety is good for us and I like Troy a lot. Neither of us will steal the other’s husband, so we have a lot of trust between us.”

Janet said, “I feel my inner slut about to really come out at this party. She’s already out, heck. I just want to fuck, fuck, fuck. I am going to be an easy woman tonight.”

Sandy laughed, “I’m right there with you, babe.”

The two women bumped fists to confirm their mutual horniness.

I suggested, “Well, you might want to wait until after we eat.” I laughed at the implications of that statement and they joined in.

We all retired to the bedrooms for showers and a change of clothing. I’d explained to Janet and Sandy about wearing exceptionally revealing and racy clothing. I even offered up my wardrobe if they wanted to browse alternatives, but they’d planned ahead based on our phone conversation.

We reappeared in the living room about six-thirty. Our caterers were setting up the buffet table, mixing their own dishes in with the ones we’d prepared. We had a surfeit of food. I was wearing a see-through blouse and my micro-skirt with no underwear. Cindy and KC were similarly attired. Sheila wore an outfit like a genie, all see through with no secrets kept but very alluring. Melanie had dressed like a sexy schoolgirl: short skirt, tight white blouse with her nipples showing through, necktie slightly untied, bows in her hair, and Mary Jane shoes and multi-colored knee socks.

Izzy arrived also wearing a short skirt and no undies. Instead of a blouse, top, or t-shirt, she wore a snug leather vest that made her tits bulge up and almost out of the garment. Her cleavage was arousing. She also had bright red and blue streaks through her hair that made her stand out from across the room. The fuck me shoes on the small girl got the message across about what she wanted to have happen.

To great fanfare Brita and Nils arrived next. They’d flown in that afternoon and although they were staying on the lower floor of our condo, they hadn’t shown themselves so they could catch a little sleep so they’d last the evening given they were on European time. Brita wore a white dress with two broad cloth suspenders covering her breasts in a crisscross, and essentially an ankle length matching white loincloth covering her privates and ass with both sides fully exposed. She looked sexy and beautiful, and showed a lot of leg that invited hands to explore further inside the fall of material. On all the women, ‘fuck-me’ heels abounded.

Mark showed up and did indeed do some exploring here and there as he greeted everyone. Suddenly too, the room started to fill up with other people as the elevator trips disgorged couple after couple after couple into our living room. Our guests came in, also looking sexy and desirable.

I counted noses at one point, and everyone was there, plus two sexy French waitresses wearing maid’s costumes I presume they got at some XXX store; Chloe and Zoé. The two girls were sexy brunettes in their own right, but with those little costumes on they were positively lewd, and doing just the right thing to get everyone in the mood. The push-up bras they wore and subsequent deep cleavage helped interest people in more than just the service.

I know when they started the evening they were wearing black undies, but midway through the cocktail hour I saw Andy lift up one waitresses skirt and she had a luscious bare pussy there for the viewing. I was thinking I should invite more of the staff to participate in the later activities. Andy sure looked interested.

Mark came and put his arms around me from behind. He said, “You’ve outdone yourself on this one. This is a sexy party, with a sexy crowd, wearing sexy clothes, and saying sexy things to each other. I’m a happy man with you and your sisters.” He kissed my ear, and I turned and we got into a real clutch.

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During conversations, Cindy had spoken of a fantasy that involved meeting several strangers at a party and then letting them do what they wanted to her. She said she had seen an advert on the internet for a party called “Greedy Girls”. It was to be an occasion whereby the ladies could show off a bit and let a few men enjoy them. As it was Cindy’s birthday as well and she had yet to receive a birthday treat, we answered the ad and were informed of the time and venue. I let her decide what she wanted to wear; knowing that whatever she picked would look great. She went shopping on the Wednesday and returned later that evening with a bag of goodies. She refused to let me see what she had bought though and told me to wait until the Friday night.

Friday night came and Cindy got showered and dressed and put on some make-up. We drove to the house about an hour away and parked up the car nearby. On arrival at the house, our hostess, Emma, met us. She was an attractive brunette about thirty and she wore a tight figure-hugging blue dress. We introduced ourselves and entered. There were four couples there already and a number of younger males, aged between 20-25. The living room was a fair size with a number of three and two seater sofas scattered around. The women were all dressed in a variety of sexy outfits, some quite conservative but some others revealing quite a bit. Cindy took off her black raincoat she was wearing and I saw what she was wearing for the first time. She had bought a new shiny, silver dress that came down to mid thigh and just exposed the lacy tops of white hold-up stockings. It clung to her figure and looked fantastic. She wore a small sparkly pair of shoes. We all introduced ourselves to the others in the room and sat down.

After a while Cindy started chatting to a group of three males; Rob, Jamie and Nathan. She sat between them and I could tell the conversation was getting more heated and hornier. She was laughing and giggling and occasionally one of them touched her legs or breasts. She loved the attention, even though a couple of them were quite shy. The other couples in the room were also sitting now in their own small groups. One of the guys dared Cindy to show her stocking tops, which she did. She was quite flushed and I could tell it was turning her on. Her erect nipples could be clearly seen through her thin dress. ankara duşta veren escortlar They openly groped her and Cindy pretended to push them away, laughing. She opened her legs a bit more and then said,

“Touch my knickers.”

She had a tiny pair of black PVC knickers on. Rob placed his hand on her pussy and rubbed the shiny material.

“You can all touch me if you want to.”

The three played with her as she sat back a bit opening her legs a bit more for access. She told Nathan to take her boobs out and let the others see them. He pulled her dress down a fraction and released her neat breasts. Cindy’s nipples were hard and poked out. She leaned over and started to kiss Nathan. He took her left breast and played with it. The others took turns to kiss and play with her. One by one she unzipped their stiffening cocks and ran her red painted fingernails up and down the shafts, stroking them into full erections. Cindy looked at me and asked me if they could take her upstairs to one of the bedrooms. Other groups had disappeared to the bedrooms as well. She gave me a stern but playful look, meaning that I had to sit and watch her get pleasured. The three put their cocks away again.

“Lets go upstairs then,” she said.

Cindy went up the stairs first with the men behind her, hitching her dress up a little bit; she exposed her bum, encouraging them even more. Cindy found a bedroom free. There were about five in the house as it was quite large. A large king-size bed was situated in the room, against the back wall with red satin sheets on it. It was tastefully decorated and lit with a few lamps beside the bed itself and on a chest of drawers on the opposite wall. She sat down on the bed and Nathan, Rob and Jamie stood near her as Cindy waited to see what would happen next. Undoing their trousers, the males took out their dicks again and masturbated slowly. Cindy beckoned them forward and lowering her head a bit, took them in her mouth one by one, tasting them as they hardened. One of them held her head and pushed her down onto his cock. Cindy took his full length in her mouth as her lips stretched around the base of his thick tool. She decided to stop before they came too soon and climbed onto the bed and lay on it. Cindy smiled and asked them shyly, who wanted to go first.

Jamie removed her little PVC ankara fetiş yapan escortlar knickers and went down on her, licking her pussy. Cindy moaned slightly and arched her back. Nathan and Rob knelt either side of her head and offered their cocks for her to lick and suck. She nuzzled the bulbous heads and kissed their balls. It really looked as if she was loving every minute of being pampered by these strangers. They swapped over and all licked her soaking pussy, even turning her over and licking her from behind. Her arsehole was exposed and Rob licked her, probing with his tongue. Cindy gripped onto the covers as her treat continued. Nathan rolled her onto her side and made to enter her from behind. Cindy told them to put condoms on but Nathan ignored her and slid into her for the first time. She gasped as he went all the way in and pleaded with him to pull out and put a condom on. He ignored her pleas and pushed into her again. Nathan lifted her leg up and held her open so the others and I could see her taking his prick. She turned her head round and kissed him on the lips as he fucked her. Rob lay in front of her and placed his stiff erection into her mouth and she sucked on it greedily, gripping his bum to get more of him in. The three all took turns to make love to her, holding her down over the bed and fucking her as she begged them to put rubbers on their cocks. They roughly entered her again and again, taking her from behind as she knelt on the bed and sucked one as the other rode her. Jamie played with her tits, rubbing his erection on her swollen nipples, smearing his pre-cum over them. Cindy rubbed her clit as they each took turns to use her.

Nathan turned onto her side again and fucked her, pulling out to the tip of his cock and plunging in again. Occasionally he would pull it out and rub the thick head of his cock against the entrance of her arse. Cindy told him not to tease her and said,

“You can put in me if you want, just be gentle.”

Nathan pushed his bell-end against her bum and slid inside her slowly, forcing his whole length up. Cindy breathed in short, sharp breaths as her bum relaxed to accommodate his full length. She told the others to move closer and as Nathan slowly built up a rhythm, she sucked them off, sometimes even managing to take them both in her mouth. Rob lay down in front of Cindy ankara iranlı escort and kissed her, placing his cock inside her pussy. The two moved in rhythm in and out of her, filling both her holes. She kissed them both alternately whilst they played with her boobs. The three changed round and all had a go of my wife as I watched. Cindy was in heaven and it was so sexy. After ten minutes of this, Nathan speeded up and emptied into her tight bum, depositing his cum deep inside her. Jamie quickened and came shortly after Nathan and came in her pussy. Nathan rolled off and Rob climbed onto Cindy and pushed his bursting erection into her bum, pumping her arsehole as Cindy came again and again. She spoke to Rob, telling him how much she wanted his cum in her arse and being a dirty bitch telling them all she wanted to them to take her again and again. Rob came seconds later and jetted hot cum in her bum-hole as she moaned with pleasure.

Cindy told the three to go and have a quick wash and clean up and come back through. They returned five minutes later and Cindy ordered the three to stand in front of her and wank. She knelt in front of them and played with her nipples pulling and squeezing them as the three coaxed their cocks back to full hardness. About one minute later they were rock hard again and, she kissed and sucked their dicks, rubbing them over her face and neck, enjoying being the centre of attention again. Occasionally she would lick their balls and wank them slowly, teasing them until the three were near bursting point. Only one was circumcised, and she slid her hand up and down the shafts, pushing their foreskins over the bulging heads. Rob said he was close to coming and Cindy motioned him to come over as the others moved out the way slightly. Wrapping her lips around his head and looking into his eyes, Cindy gripped his prick and massaged it, tugging at his ball-sac until he orgasmed strongly, cumming in her mouth. The others weren’t far off and Cindy took Jamie next and did the same with him, swallowing all his spunk. Nathan came quickly and gouts of sperm erupted from his penis, showering her face and neck. Cindy put her red lips over him and caught the last spurts in her mouth.

Cindy told me to come over and she took my cock and wanked me slowly, asking me if I had enjoyed watching her with her boyfriends. I told her it had been incredibly horny watching these strangers use my wife like a slut. At that I started to cum and my pent up balls exploded over her tits as she milked the last of my spunk from my balls. Cindy said that she had loved her special treat and hoped it wouldn’t be long until she could perform again.

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This is part one of a long tale…

My beloved Indian girlfriend, Anarkali, would sneak me into her dorm room with some regularity. No mean feat, since she went to Bryn Mawr and boys in the dorm rooms at any time was a big no no.

She was blessed with a really cool room mate, Annie. Annie was a petite girl with sparkling eyes and a tiny mouth that always seemed to have a smile. She didn’t mind that Anarkali and I would screw, laughing, drunk, just a few feet from her, in the middle of the night.

In the morning, she would make coffee and sit across from us, grinning and laughing with us, all a part of the silliness of being young and out in the world and full o’ beans.

Annie would accompany us on occasional road trips and on regular drinking forays. The idea of actually sleeping with her didn’t really occur to us, or at least it didn’t occur to me (MUCH!). One night she introduced us to a buddy of hers who went to my school, the University of Pennsylvania. Jo was half Japanese, though she looked mostly Japanese. She was short, cute, bow legged, and stocky in a girl jock muscle bound way. She had sort of a raggedy page boy doo, little glasses, capri pants (very mod for the early 80s) and a cotton sleeveless ankara bayan escortlar shirt on at the time. She looked at me and I at her like two cartoon dogs with their heads turned slightly in a look of total curiosity. There was an instant sizing up of each other, not unfriendly yet not friendly, almost a smiling challenge from each to both. In a flash I read her as a tomboy dyke and at the same time I was utterly floored by her natural beauty and by… I’m not sure by what but totally sure by SOMETHING.

All this lasted a split second and I don’t think it was picked up by anyone but she and I. But we both grinned our way through our helloes and from that point on we would occasionally, yet regularly, steal glances at each other. Imagine a glare with a smile, if you will.

I found all this delightfully confusing. Jo was small breasted, thickish waist that was all muscle, though fortunately she had a small but righteously fine woman’s butt. Her wiseacre face is what had me going. She was beautiful in a completely unusual way and I was embarrassed how utterly attracted to her I was.

We went out drinking, which is something we just loved to do in our college years. Later, all four of us stumbled back to the ankara seksi escortlar dorm… I was successfully smuggled in, and we collapsed into the two tiny beds, Anarkali and I into one, and Annie and Jo into the other. Before that night I hadn’t thought of Annie as a girl lover… but why not? What the hell? It was the 80s, after all, and it was Bryn Mawr, for chrissakes!

Anarkali passed out completely, and I was pressed against the wall in the darkness. Annie had a Charlie the Tuna nightlight on her side of the room, just above the bed. Low wattage or not, it gave me a clear view of the two of them, and I wasn’t shy about watching. There was quiet giggling and slow but steady grinding on the bed. Their kissing was very slurpy, and they kept cracking up. It was all I could do to keep from laughing myself, just from the drunken goofinrdd they were making of the whole thing.

Suddenly, their sheets flew off and Jo jumped up and took off the rest of her clothes. Annie was still on the bed, pulling all her clothes off as well. Jo stood at the foot of the bed, like a swimmer waiting for the gun. Annie now lay naked, turned towards the room, on one elbow, looking up at Jo, grinning. The soft light from Charlie the bayan ankara escort Tuna created a tableau like an erotic Renaissance painting.

Then they began to fuck. Hip grinding, moaning. Sometimes straight on, sometimes at more of an angle to each other. The passion, however, was amazingly thick. The kissing was almost violent, their arms around each other so tight it was like love wrestling. I was completely fascinated, having never seen girls fuck before. I’d been with neighbor girls growing up, who had 69ed, passionately, but this was so much more intense.

Then, BOOM! They fell out of the bed and exploded into laughter! From my angle I could only see part of them, but their drunken girlie horniness soon overcame their drunken silliness. There was more loud making out on the floor, then something else I’d never seen… they lay with their pussies together and their heads away from each other, holding each other’s hands and wrists and bumping pussies like wild creatures. There were very athletic groaning sounds, mixed in with sounds like teaching a baby the ‘m’ sound and then the ‘g’ sound, then almost the sound of a powerful car engine winding out a mile away, and snorting exhales.

They collapsed into long mmmmmmmm sounds, and I lay pinned to the wall by my beautiful, totally bombed girlfriend, my young dick a telephone pole with nowhere to go. I let the booze take me away, and slept a good sleep…. coffee would be good in the morning……

Stay tuned for part two…

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