Negril Escape

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Note to readers: To give you a full multi media experience go to my profile page and you will find pictures, videos, recipes and music on my play list to accompany this story. All places and most people mentioned in this story are real though the story is a fantasy. As soon as the plane door opened and I felt that blast of hot humid air I knew I was home. My home away from home Jamaica the tropical paradise I had come to love many years ago. Only this trip was something very different because it was only me and my pet Stephen. I was really looking forward to showing my favorite piece of ass around my favorite Caribbean island. Through customs and immigration in record time since the Montego Bay Sangster International Airport remodel then off to meet our driver we went for the hour and a half drive to Negril. I had my tour guide buddy David pick us up at the airport and the first stop was at the closest jerk shack for some chicken. I had to get Stephen his first taste of authentic Jamaican jerk and a Red Stripe beer. We finished our delicious jerk chicken then finished the beautiful drive along the coast with the most spectacular views of the turquoise Jamaican sea to the beach town of Negril . Arriving at my favorite little boutique resort on seven mile beach Idle Awhile, Natefa who had given me a tour of the property years ago got us checked into our beach view suite. I was so excited to take my sweet sexy bitch boi all around Negril and show him the sights but since we arrived a bit late in the afternoon getting settled in and relaxing on the beach was in order till it was time to head to the special dinner I had planned. Natefa had made dinner reservations for me at the Caves Resort restaurant on the west end cliffs. The resort and restaurant was literally built right into the side of the Negril cliffs at the west end of seven mile beach and has an atmosphere not to be matched in the romance department. After stowing our luggage and putting on our bathing suits we stepped right off our patio onto the beautiful white sand beach. Stephen set us up under a big palm tree while I headed to the bar for some drinks Jamaican Delights of course to celebrate our arrival in paradise. We had a lovely but short afternoon playing in the calm Jamaican sea and relaxing on the beach drinking our rum drinks and listening to the Mento bands playing calypso cruising the beach. This Jamaican tropical paradise was just inebriating but watching my sexy stud playing in the ocean was even more so. The way his body glistened with droplets of water as he exited the surf accentuating every muscle in his well sculpted body took my breath away. His wet board shorts clinging to his fine sexy ass drove me a little bit wild. I caught him getting an eyeful of my big tits that were displayed nicely in my skimpy bikini top once or twice when he didn’t think I noticed too. It was getting late so time to think about going to dinner. I sent Stephen off with David our driver to the grocery with a list of supplies that consisted of basic sundries, some rum and a little special request. I handed David the list with some money in an envelope and said “Round all this up and make sure they charge him right and don’t rip him off and there will be a good tip in it for you.” Off Stephen went with David to the Hi-Lo grocery in the Sunshine shopping center in town and off I went to the room to get ready for dinner. After a nice hot shower and pampering myself with all my creams, lotions and a little perfume I got dressed for dinner. Some hot lingerie is always a must so I started rooting through my suit case. Here we go a sexy sheer black thong with cream colored lace trim and bows with a matching bra would be perfect. Then a sexy little black mini sun dress with a plunging V neckline to show off some cleavage and short enough to show off some leg. A pretty shell necklace and a little pair of flat black sandals and my outfit was complete. All dressed I sat on the veranda sipping a drink and here comes David and Stephen. “Did you get everything on the list?” I asked David. “Yes Ma’am and I think you will be pleased with your special request” he replied as he sat the groceries down on the table and then produced a brown plastic bag from his pocket. I kissed Stephen and said “Go take a shower and get dressed for dinner your draw string linen beach pants and a tropical shirt will be fine for tonight babe.” With Stephen taking a shower it was time to get down to business with David. “So what have you rounded up for me buddy?” I said with a sparkle in my eye. “My Lady I was in luck tonight and the best purple skunk was available. Here is the amount you requested and some papers, a lighter and a grinder I picked up as well total $150 as we discussed” David relayed. “Perfect! You never fail me buddy” I said as he pulled out a big stick of the best şahinbey escort looking and smelling purple skunk weed I’d seen in forever. I gave David a $40 tip and told him to come back to drive us to the Caves in one hour. Sitting on the veranda I continued to sip my drink and grind up some buds to roll up into splifs. I like to roll my whole stash up so I can ration it out for the whole stay that way I’m not spending too much money on ganja. No sooner than I had finished rolling my pile of joints then Stephen is all ready to go. It always amazes me how fast a man can get ready to go out on the town when I need at least forty five minutes to take care of hair, makeup, clothes, moisturizers etc. etc. I pick up a splif place it in my mouth light it and take a drag of the sweetest smoke ever. Stephen looks at me in wonder and says “I didn’t know you smoked?” “I don’t not tobacco anyway. Here try this and just take a very small toke or you’ll cough your ass off this is some strong stuff” I told him. He looked unsure about my offer but took the splif anyway and took a little drag from it. Coughed a little but was soon appreciating the sweet pungent taste of the best ganja in the world and started bogarting that joint. “Give me that!” I snapped at him as I didn’t want to spend the evening with a stud stoned out of his mind! Stephen handed over the splif and sat next to me on the veranda couch while I finished my sweet smoke and we watched the beautiful sunset coloring the sky in rich majestic tones. Splif in one hand and Stephen’s thigh in my other I began caressing that flesh through his thin linen pants and was getting a little reaction. I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the suite. Over to the bed I led him and I sat down at the end of the bed. Looking up at my handsome hunk my hand went straight for the growing cock in his pants. He let out a little sigh as I loosened the drawstring to his pants then pulled them down to the tops of his thighs. Mmmm no underwear he’s going commando and his pretty cock was right in my face. “I think I need a little appetizer before dinner” I said with an evil grin. I wrapped my lips around the gorges mushroom shaped head and stroked the shaft of his hard cock. Massaging his balls with my other hand I could feel how heavy they were and knew my appetizer was going to be a big one. I also knew my sweet bitch boi wanted his hot ass fucked so badly but not enough time for that before dinner so that would have to wait. Of course that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be a nasty little tease so as I licked and sucked his straining member the fingers that were massaging his balls slowly moved behind them rubbing and playing with his ass crack and grazing his tight horny little hole every so often. Every time my fingers just barely brushed his ass hole he shivered with excitement. Slowly I was sucking him deeper and deeper until I was deep throating that pretty cock and it twitched with every pass over that tight hole. Just when the soft moaning started I shoved my finger straight up his ass and his cock exploded in my mouth. The more it exploded the more I drove my index finger home feeling his sphincter clench around my finger with his ass and cock throbbing in a prolonged orgasm. Feeling every last little spasm of his cock in my mouth I gently sucked him dry and withdrew his deflating dick from my mouth and pulled my finger out of his ass. Standing up I lean in for a deep passionate kiss. How lovely it is to have my bitch moaning into my mouth as he tastes his own seed on my tongue. Off to the bathroom for a little clean up and wipe my pussy down as my thong was about to be soaked from that hot blow job I had just performed. I called David and told him we were ready to go to dinner and meet us in the lobby. Hand in hand we met our driver and we were whisked away down Norman Manly Boulevard to the beach road going to the cliffs a short 10 minute drive. In the back of the taxi I could not keep my hands off my sexy pet. I had to be touching him in some way all the time like if my hands were not on him I might die or something. Arriving at the Caves we were greeted and taken to the restaurant and seated at our private table in a little alcove. The atmosphere was surreal as you were actually in a cave in the side of a cliff. There were candles tucked into all the crevices in the walls making the room and our bodies glow being bathed in the soft amber light. Sitting close to my man I took the liberty of ordering dinner as I was much more familiar with Jamaican food. A few Jamaican delicacies to temp the pallet like shrimp coconut rundown, fried green banana, rice and pigeon peas and a steak a good filet just in case Stephen wasn’t fond of all my Jamaican delights and a bottle of wine. We drank our wine and ate the delicious dinner while looking out and listening to the waves crashing on the rocks below. Romance was thick in the air and I did not want this moment to end. As we were finishing the wine and nibbling on some sweet sop fruit for dessert I felt a hand squeeze my thigh and roam down to the hem of my short little dress. Then that hand found its way up my dress massaging my inner thigh as it went. I looked into Stephen eyes and instead of that boyish grin I had become accustomed to there was a burning lust. His pupils were dilated, maybe from the low candle light in the room or maybe the weed we had smoked earlier or just maybe he was on fire for me just as much as I was on fire for him. I sat on the curved bench seat to our table that was carved right out of the cave wall moving so I was directly in front of him facing away and laid back onto his chest letting my body go limp. With his strong arms wrapped around me and our cheeks side by side he hiked the skirt of my dress up and massaged my hot pussypulling the thong aside to access my wanting sex. I exhaled a long sigh at the wonderful sensations traveling through my body. The feel of his chest on my back, his breath on my neck, his hands holding and massaging my most private areas all culminated in a state of total bliss. With one hand pinching a nipple he took the finger of the other and entered my hot wet hole. Alternating between flicking my clit and tickling my g spot my legs soon started to tremble. As I leaned my head back and he leaned his forward our lips met in smoldering kiss. As his soft warm tongue entered my mouth he drove his fingers deep into me and held me tight as waves of pleasure over took my body. Coming down from my orgasm he kissed my neck and I grasped the wrist of the hand he had been pleasuring me with and brought it up to my mouth. Turning around and looking at him I licked each finger clean of all my sweet juices while he eyes seemed to get lost in wonder at what he was seeing. All too soon the dessert and wine were finished and we were feeling the effects of our long day of travel. Back with David to Idle Awhile for good nights sleep. “Pick us up at 9:00pm tomorrow for clubbing time. I think we’ll check out the Jungle they are having a dance hall club party and any place else you recommend” I said to David and wished him a good night. Stephen and I were both so tired we stripped off our clothes him eying my lingerie as I peeled off each piece of clothing. We fell into the king sized bed, curled up together and passed out from all the travel, sun and alcohol we had consumed. Listening to the song of the tree frogs chirping we drifted off into a deep sleep. Awaking to the sounds of a little singing black bird out on the veranda steeling a piece of muffin off our breakfast tray I noticed the time. It was ten am we had slept in quite late. I lay in that big bed watching his chest rise and fall with each breath. My mind was wandering through all the fantasies I had of him and which ones I would choose to make come true on this trip. I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a joint and the lighter. As I took my first drag of sweet smoke his eyes opened, he looked at me and said “Starting a little early aren’t you?” “Hair of the dog that bit you baby, good cure for a mild hangover” I replied with a smile. I brought the breakfast tray in from the veranda and we relaxed having breakfast in bed talking about all the wild things we had done together up until that point. After a fun session of applying sunscreen all over each we set up out on the beach under our usual palm tree. We lazed on the beach and played in the ocean all day. There was no need to go anywhere with the hotels bar and restaurant Chill Awhile right there and the vendors walking the beach would happen along with a variety of goodies. Mangos, bananas, patties, bun and cheese all types of Jamaican treats. We relaxed and let all the delights come to us till it was time to get ready for dinner. I had Natefa arrange a private dinner on the beach by the hotels chef. We took our showers and got ready for the evening. “It’s going to be hot and crowded where we are going later tonight so just wear something casual and cool like shorts and sandals” I told Stephen. I already had my outfit in mind a little white tee shirt, v neck trimmed in lace and a colorful sarong wrap skirt. We goofed off in the room smoking some weed and teasing each other relentlessly always building that sexual tension until they came and got us for dinner just before the sunset. I saw a server walk up on our veranda and we greeted him at the door. He escorted us to our private beach dinner. The hotel had set up the cutest little table a few yards from the waters edge for our special dinning experience. It was dressed in white linens and full china and crystal service wear with a beautiful orchid in a vase. Luminary candles sat all around the little table in the sand. Our waiter poured sparkling wine as we gazed at the orange orb sinking into the sea and watched the daytime slip away with the setting sun. As the colors in the sky began to fade and the melody of the tree frogs began to kick in our dinner was served. I had prearranged a five course menu of pumpkin soup, spring greens salad, conch fritters, grilled lobster with garlic butter and root vegetables and mango cheesecake for dessert. The dinner was professionally served course by course in the slow European style of dinning I love. The food was delicious but my company was even more delicious. Everything my eyes saw, the sea lapping at our feet, the palm trees swaying in the light breeze, the luminary candles glowing in the sand and this gorges man sitting with me was just beautiful. After two hours of being methodically charmed and stuffed by our waiter Richard we waddled back to the room for a brief respite before heading out clubbing for the evening. Snapping awake to a knock on the veranda door there was David ready to take us out clubbing. With a stretch and a yawn we got up grabbed some money out of the room safe and a splif or two and off to the Jungle night club we went. It was dance hall club party tonight and the place was crowded early with all the guests of the all inclusive resorts that lined seven mile beach. The dance hall music was blasting we danced to T.O.K., Sean Paul, Elephant man and all the favorites. With all the tourists there from the surrounding resorts all the old standards were pumped out by the D.J. and we all laughed to the Big Bamboo song and danced the Dollar dance as well as some newer dances like Swit it Weah by Beanie man and we ended up on the dance floor in a crowd of tourists dancing and sweating our asses off. I grabbed Stephen by the arm and pulled him off the dance floor leading him outside where David was patiently waiting for us. “Too many tourists in there David how about we go somewhere with some good local reggae?” I asked.   “Alfred’s on the beach it is then they have live music and you can dance right in the sand if you want” was David’s advice. Alfred’s was a much more local scene with more traditional reggae being played like Bob Marley and Peter Tosh by a live band rather than a D.J. I sat David at the bar with a beer got two cocktails for Stephen and I then off to the dance floor we went. Grinding and ass shaking in true Jamaican style we danced and danced the night away. Stephen managed to find the entrance to my sarong skirt and his hands started exploring finding out it was my turn to go commando! We danced groping each other his hands in my sarong and my hands down his shorts squeezing that sexy ass. I noticed a young hot Jamaican boy eying Stephen and I from across the dance floor. I yelled in Stephen’s ear over the loud music “What do you think of that?” All I got in return was a big smile so I looked right at our young voyeur and waved him over. With the beat of the music the dirty dancing began taking turns sandwiching one of us between the other two. First me in the middle of my hot bitch stud and this sexy six foot tall Jamaican boy with an incredible body. Then Stephen in the middle pelvises grinding and humping each other on the dance floor then our new friend as Stephen and I ran our hands all over this young hot Jamaican specimen. The smell of booze and sweat filled the air with an occasional whiff of ganja floating by. After the round of fast songs were over we went outside to the beach bar to cool off a bit and stopped along the way to tell David we would be needing the car in about twenty minutes. “Hi my name is Bunny and this is Stephen nice to meet you” I said as I offered my hand to this stunning young man. His ebony skin was the color of coal and glistened as perspiration dripped from his well defined muscular frame. He shook both my and Stephens hand and said “Hey I be Philroy ya keepin’ it irie?” “You know it, Philroy how did you get such a spectacular body?” I asked as my eyes roamed all over this beautiful boys physic. “I’m a west end cliff diver it comes with the job” he told us. I had seen the cliff divers on previous trips and they were all in unbelievable physical condition. Just then a round of slow songs started playing with Bob Marley’s No Woman No Cry leading the way. “Philroy we’re staying at Idle Awhile would you like to come back to our room and party after I have a few slow dances with my stud here?” I inquired. “Ya mon me be needen’ to kick back” he said with a grin. With our arms wrapped around each other bodies melting together Stephen and I swayed to the mellow tempo of the music then the band started playing one of my favorite songs Angle by Shaggy. All the sensations we were experiencing were like a surreal state of heaven the ocean lapping up on the beach a few steps away and the rhythm of the music with our minds hazy from the rum and ganja we were floating on a cloud.

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DULCE DE LECHE (dool-say deh lay-chay) “You paid a lot of money to look homeless. It was the first thing Dalia had ever said to Cody. It was a whisper in his ear, a shared secret, in the noisy, art-viewing crowd. He was confuzzled, sure that he’d misheard her. This was his night, his show, after all. He’d won a spot in the new artist showcase and his artwork was being revealed to a receptive audience. She told him the designer names attached to his ripped jeans and sky blue polo shirt, and gray jacket, and left him wondering who she was and why he did not want to her leave. Maybe he was forgiving because he found her so damn attractive. Her mocha skin was radiant in a simple plum-colored dress that managed to be sexy without being out of control. “Do I know you?” He said. “No. But you want to,” she announced. Her generous lips curved into a smile that held him, and seduced him, even then. Later, his friend Marcus properly introduced them. To call meeting Dalia a surprise would be an understatement. Marcus had never said anything to make Cody realize that his wife was black. Cody felt he was at an disadvantage. She indeed was all the things Marcus had described: pretty, outgoing, and confident. He’d just left out her brown skin, lively, brown eyes, and cute, dimpled smile. With Marcus and his tall, tanned good-looks, they made a striking couple. She gave him a nickname. Shaggy. She liked his slight, trimmed beard and his dirty-blonde hair. When it wasn’t controlled by one of those hipster knit-caps (he always wore a hat), it was in a disheveled mess, like he’d just rolled out of bed, after sex. Like his girlfriend Anna had just raked her fingers through it. The real joke was that he reminded her of the iconic (rumored) stoner-character from the Scooby-Doo cartoons. His well-known pot-smoking, made the pet name stick. Marcus and Dalia’s condo, only a floor below his own, became a home away for Cody. Meanwhile, Anna had been working hard at her new job and had just now met the couple. “I think you’ve found a couple I can actually stand,” she said, tucking strands of her black bob behind an ear. It was then that he knew having Anna like them, meant more than he would admit. “That painting above the couch…” “Interesting work. It’s got…great energy. The artist is one of Dalia’s friends.” It felt odd talking about Dalia to Anna, and sharing her with Anna. The two women meeting must have been the event that he’d truly been nervous about. “You gaziantep suriyeli escort remind me of him,” Dalia had told him about the artist. “He was talented. A little troubled. But he was ‘good people’, as they say.” He was a bit of a mess, really. He didn’t trust people to like him, not really. His family was wealthy and he’d spend his time partying and pissing away money. He’d been on his way to being an alcoholic. Now the old friends were gone and he was now 26 and back in school, studying to be a lawyer, pretending to be an artist. Not sure he was either. He came over the next morning, which was their usual routine after Marcus had left for work. Dalia would have coffee waiting, smiling and cooing at little Tyler in her arms. She worked from home and wore her usual work outfit of a loose-fitting t-shirt, leggings and no makeup. Her curly hair was up in ponytail/bun hybrid thingy on the top of her head. The baby was asleep. She sat on the other end of the red loveseat, her legs curled under, and they talked about the night before. “You know, meeting Anna…” Dalia began, with a sly smile. “ …Has confirmed something I’ve suspected about you.” “That I’m lucky she puts up with me?” “Well, that. But also, something else.” she said, laughing a bit. “I hope this is good,” he said and took a sip from his coffee. “You my dear Shaggy, have dick of days, don’t you?” “What? Dick for…” “…for days! You know, a big cock, my dear. Plenty to share, to go around. The way Anna was all over you…It’s like she’s protecting her investment.” Dalia liked to pretend that Cody and Anna were strictly exclusive, ignoring the fact that they had a semi-open relationship. A situation that worked for two commitment-challenged people who genuinely cared for one another. Cody smiled from each to ear, of course. “You want me to whip it out and show you?” She only stared at him. And for a second, he thought he’d just do it, that she wanted him to do it. But then she broke off eye contact. “I just got sex on the brain, I guess. We got into a huge fight last night,” Dalia said. “My advice for you and Anna – don’t have kids. They ruin your sex life.” He panicked for a micro-second. He and Anna – having a family? Kids? Marriage? He was in no way ready. “So you guys aren’t doing the horizontal mambo?” “Something like that,” she answered. “He wants it more, of course. And I…” She stopped cold. “Should I be discussing this with you? I mean, it’s beyond embarrassing. Like, ‘does not leave this room’ type of embarrassing.” “Who would I tell?” He waited for her to continue, hoping he looked more patient then he actually felt. “We were finally alone and we started kissing and making-out, basically. Is it still making-out when you’re married?…Anyway, then IT happened.” Cody had images of what the happy couple were up to in his head. “I began to leak.” He didn’t get it at first. He pictured her getting so wet, her panties soaked, her pants dripping with her pungent twat juice. It was a lovely, beautiful image. “Leak?” he said. “My boobs. I started expressing milk. Getting turned-on triggered the milk flow and suddenly I had wet spots on my shirt and then it was dripping down my chest.” He hardly knew what to say. “Is that…normal?” She shrugged. “I’ll be damned if I know. We didn’t even fuck. It was a disaster.” Later, they were on her laptop. “I can’t believe we are doing this?” Dalia said. “Are we doing this? “Yep. We are doing this,” Cody said, as he typed his search into the MILF Sex porn site. Tons of videos came up. How could he have missed them before? The first video they watched showed a pretty, Asian women and her pretty, puffy tits being fondled by some guy off-camera. It bordered on silly, except that when he squeezed her huge tits, squirting the milk out in streams, she squirmed and moaned in what looked like an euphoric orgasm. What seemed previously taboo was highly erotic and seductive. It was so different from his normal porn choices that he felt instant regret watching it with Dalia. Especially, when the guilt gave way to an all too-familiar feeling of utter horniness, and his dick began to expand with her sitting next to him. He was acutely aware of her arm against his, their legs touching, and Dalia’s own impressive set of tits, begging for freedom, swelling against her white t-shirt. They moved on to a few more movies. More women and their milk-heavy, boobs being eagerly sucked by men or other women, and sometimes both. Cody cautiously looked over at Dalia, who had been quiet, and saw that the front of her shirt was wet. There were two distinct, and growing moist spots. When she realized it, she quickly excused herself and high-tailed it to the bathroom. “Are you okay in there?” He called out, after she had been in there a while. “Of course not! I can’t believe you saw that!” She refused to come out and he threatened to not leave until she did. “I’ll see your later tonight. I promise.” She was having him and Anna over for dinner again. Remembering that, he decided to give her some space. He had his apartment to himself and was quick about the business of relieving the tension that had built up in his cock and balls. He liked masturbating in any room but the bedroom when Anna was gone, getting a little thrill that she didn’t know. He settled for the couch this time, after popping in a porno. He quickly unzipped his khaki pants and released his wonderfully thick cock, lathered on some of Anna’s scented lotion that was on the coffee table, and began to furiously pumping his own prick. Dalia’s sexual energy was right there with him, taking off her wet shirt, holding out her milk-full breasts for him, squeezing and squeezing until the cream flowed. He was leaning forward as he opened his mouth to catch it, feeling it slide down his throat, and her nipples rimming his lips, rubbing against his beard. He came quickly, his cum landing on his shirt. He imagined it was Dalia’s cream dripping onto him instead. What did her milk taste like, anyway? “We had a good talk while you and Marcus were gone, ” Anna said to Cody with a wink. She and Dalia laughed, in that secret way that girls do. The guys had made a beer run. On their return, Cody presented Dalia, who wasn’t a beer drinker, with her favorite wine, a sweet rose brand. It was silly, but he wanted her know he’d remembered. He watched Dalia’s every movement during the evening. Everyone seemed normal, oblivious to him, or that anything in him had changed or intensified. She went from curiosity to Goddess that day for him. He had left-over energy from earlier that he wasn’t sure how to handle. Mostly, he hoped she wasn’t still embarrassed. He finally got a chance to apologize, when they were in the kitchen. Soon they were laughing about the whole thing. “Don’t blame me when Anna finds out though.” “She won’t.” “She will, when you try to get some 2% from her boobs, ” she said, amused. Cody froze. “I was only joking…” He’d had a quickie with Anna after tackling her when she got home. Dalia’s attributes had still been with him, and followed them to their bed. Anna’s b-cupped breasts got the bulk of his attention. It could be his hyper-imagination, but he was sure that Dalia had not just been joking, but had testing him, as he sometimes did her. “So, anyway…” She lowered her voice. “I’ve been dying to tell you the new developments.” She cut slices from a strawberry cheesecake and dished it out to Anna and Marcus in the living room.

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To Dance With Her (Part 1 of 2)

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August Bailey sat quietly by himself in the office. Staring through the viewing window into the dance studio, he tried to quell the nervous longing in his gut. It was slowly swelling more and more the longer he gazed through the glass. He wasn’t used to this uncertain feeling. He hated it. His attentions were focused on a young woman in the far off corner, going through her stretching and flexing exercises alone in front of the mirrors. Attired in pastel pink, one-piece dance-tights, she slowly and carefully shifted the weight back and forth between her bare feet. As she leaned backwards holding the barre, arching her belly up, her long, auburn ponytail dusted the floor. Like a silent pendulum, her left leg gracefully rose straight up and pointed towards the ceiling. She held the position effortlessly, a hint of rose blushing her fair-skinned cheeks, her sleek brown-eyes unwavering. August’s eyes were just as focused, yet he was nowhere near at ease as she appeared to be. The way she moved on the floor was mesmerizing; it made him shudder. She was one of those very few who seemed to have found that precise and delicate balance of grace and strength. Her whole body flowed like a river, just as vivacious and just as deceivingly powerful. He had heard of her, then he had seen her perform, and from that point on he dared to dream, despite his own limitations, and his world’s expectations, that there was no other partner he needed to be with. So many other women in his young past, yet none of them affected him the way she did and he wanted to be with her in a way completely different from all the others. Without ever having met, she had filled him with a relentless determination he had never experienced before. He had to dance with her. “Dumbass, ” he muttered softly to himself, “ Who the hell do you think you are? ” “August? ” An older woman with curly dirty-blonde hair peeking out from a scarf wrapped around her head looked into the office. She beckoned to the young man. August inhaled deeply then stood up from the chair and followed her out of the office, into the studio. “Wait here for a moment, ” the woman said motioning to him to stay by the wall. Then she walked across the floor to the woman warming up on the other side of the studio. Again he inhaled and shifted nervously on his feet. He watched the young woman carefully. He didn ’ t deserve to be with her. He was nowhere near as good as she was. She didn ’ t deserve to be with him but for completely opposite reasons. But he had to dance with her. *** Caleigh Lin was just about finished with her usual warm up routine. She was working on a series of upper body isolations when she saw Tristan enter from the other side of the studio. She offered her partner a soft smile. It quickly faded into a curious frown as the tall, lanky, man returned only a curt glare and walked off into a far corner, mingling with another group of dancers. She moved towards him but was cut off by her mentor and choreographer. “Good-morning Caleigh,” Thalia greeted her, “Done with your warm-ups?” Caleigh nodded, “I was just going to get Tristan…” The older woman shook her head and put her arm around Caleigh’s shoulder, turning her away from the dancers on the other side of the studio. “No,” she said, “I’m changing things up a bit. Tristan will be dancing with Annika from now on. I have a new partner for you.” Caleigh stopped on her feet and looked at Thalia as if she had just been slapped on her ear. Her pretty brown eyes blinked as she recovered from the blow and finally her mouth slipped open to say something. She was too slow. “Remember I told you about a young man whom I saw at the Open Air Grooves down at the Docks Stage?” Thalia said not giving the dancer a chance to protest, “And also at the Heritage Festival last month? The contemporary jazz, hip-hop fusion guy.” “Heritage Festival?” Caleigh repeated, frowning, “But weren’t those just open invitation talent competitions?” “And does this guy have talent!” Thalia insisted clasping her hands together, “He’s got power, he’s got energy, he’s…he’s also quite appealing, I must say.” Caleigh continued to shift on her feet, her eyes unfocused as she absorbed everything. She watched anxiously as the other dancers, along with Tristan, left the room to go into the adjoining studio. “Caleigh,” Thalia spoke with a placating voice, “I know you. You’re not only a wonderful dancer but you’re a lovely person and a superb, patient teacher. That’s what he needs. He’s lean ground beef who can become prime rib with proper guidance.” Thalia and her oddball analogies, Caleigh thought. “And I know he’ll help bring out some more traits in you that’ll make you gaziantep rus escort an even more attractive dancer,” Thalia continued, “Trust me, he won’t drag you down. He’ll make you better. You’re going to need him for the types of dances I have in mind.” Caleigh scanned anxiously around the studio as Thalia spoke, her vision flitting aimlessly before returning a quizzical gaze towards her choreographer. She started to say something but instead, Thalia turned around and beckoned towards the door to the studio office. Caleigh leaned slightly to her left to see past her head. A young man, black, leaning against the wall raised his hand slowly and managed an anxious smile. He rolled his fingers down in a half-hearted greeting. On first impression, he didn’t appear too sure of this either. “August? Come on over,” Thalia called to him. Hesitating for a moment, he peeled himself from the wall and slowly made his way towards them. Caleigh reached across with her hand to grab her other elbow and squeezed. At first, the way he took his time to walk towards her, Caleigh thought it was a swagger. Actually, the closer he came, she realized she saw on his face something not even close to overconfident or cocky. “Caleigh Lin this is August Bailey,” Thalia introduced them. “Hey,” August said. He managed a closed-lip smile as they shook hands. “Hi,” Caleigh nodded, offering her own hesitant smile. She was surprised to feel how gently –no, delicately — he held her hand. As Thalia continued with the introductions, extolling the virtues of each of them, Caleigh took her time to reflect on her new partner. He wasn’t much taller than her –she was in bare, taped feet as well– and with his baggy clothing, it was hard to see just what shape his body was in. She focused on his face. The first thing she noticed was the colour of his eyes which were a glassy green-grey. In regards to looks, August was at a crossroads between youthfulness and manhood. His black hair was set in cornrows and tied off at the back. Even with the short stubble around his mouth and under his chin, it was easy to still see some boyish features and freshness in his eyes and cheeks. What really struck her though was the way he was looking at her, or rather, the way he was trying not to look at her directly. His chin was low and his eyes flitted uneasily between the choreographer and Caleigh. He was struggling to maintain his smile. The moment Thalia stopped talking, Caleigh spoke, “You studied dance where?” “I’ve taken some weekend classes at the local community college for the last year and a half,” August said. His voice wavered, as if he were embarrassed. “Mostly I just danced on my own or with a crew.” When she saw him look down at his feet, Caleigh immediately regretted asking the question. It was an honest question but she realized how elitist it may have sounded. She of all people knew that the desire to dance didn’t come from classes or in the studio. “That’s good,” she said with quick nods, “That’s…fine.” “He was a standout,” Thalia insisted. Caleigh continued to nod thoughtfully. August looked anywhere except at her eyes. “Okay, enough with the hellos! August, go change!” Thalia declared, clapping her hands, “Time to dance!” *** August sat on the floor in a loose tank top and shorts silently observing the action. Thalia directed the dance as Caleigh went through some basic moves with a choreography assistant. Caleigh moved effortlessly and followed the instructions with barely a thought. Each time she glanced over to the young man sitting on the floor watching her she couldn’t help but find his expression to be rather curious. His eyes were wide, the whites showing through the dark, black features of his face and he had the slightest hint of a smile on his broad lips. He looked like a kid watching a magic show; absolutely mesmerized. In fact, August had to shake his head and blink a few times when Thalia turned to him and spoke. “Okay August,” she said, “Those are the fundamentals of the routine, the building blocks for some of the dances we’ll be doing.” As August stood up and Caleigh kept her joints and muscles limber, Thalia went through her ideas behind the choreography. The dances, a fusion of jazz, modern and Latin influences, were culled from the steamiest, sexiest, most torrid romance novels she had dredged up from her collection. They were no mere boy-meets-girl stories, she assured them. “We’re going to sex up the dance floor,” she insisted outright. Caleigh’s lips slipped ajar. She usually enjoyed listening to Thalia explain the dances she had concocted. The older woman with the thousand scarves often looked like she was planning a bank heist when talking about her creations. This time, however, she was particularly excited and the explicitness of her ideas unnerved Caleigh. One of the dances, a pure Alpha male story, involved the female dancer starting off with an innocent flirtation and quickly escalating into a struggle of desire with the man finally claiming his prize. There were a lot of up close holds and carries, the man’s show of strength and domination increasing throughout the dance, ultimately controlling the dance. “The woman doesn’t realize the man’s intentions? She lets him get that close?” Caleigh asked. “Oh he’s always been close. By the time she realizes it, she’s been long under his control,” Thalia grinned devilishly, “And he just has his way with her.” Caleigh shot her an open-mouth incredulous look. She had always sensed that her eccentric mentor was grooming her to be able to interpret her peculiar sexual fantasies. But Thalia had always guided her well since she was a child. No matter how many butterflies were bouncing around in her stomach now, she had to trust her. “And this is what we have to work with, Caleigh dear,” Thalia said as she turned and looked at August. She rubbed him on his rounded shoulder. In his dance attire, Caleigh could finally see the long, strong muscles Thalia had been suggesting when she had described August. He was a solid package to be sure, but right now he looked more like a boxer than a dancer. “We need this body to take you and hold you and lift you and not let you go until he’s done,” Thalia said with proud slaps on Augsut’s shoulder and back. The choreographer closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, very pleased with herself. Caleigh rolled her eyes and smiled crookedly, amused with her crazy choreographer. It eased her a bit to do so. She looked over at August. He seemed even more uncertain about this. Caleigh couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. “Okay! To work! To work!” Thalia said as she turned and walked away, twirling her wrist in the air. She spun around and pointed at the two of them, “Trust me. We’re going to perfect this routine so that everyone in the audience will need to smoke a cigarette once you two are done!” August looked anxiously at his partner. “This is dancing?” He asked. Caleigh nodded. “This is Thalia,” she said with a grin and a sigh as she patted him on his back, “Better prepare yourself.” *** The afternoon went by in stops and starts as they tried to grasp the basics of the routines– August in particular. Thalia was as patient as she was passionate. There was nothing in her voice or demeanor that indicated she wasn’t pleased with the initial results from the duo. August was quick to snap at himself but Caleigh was just as quick to calm him down and assure him. What she was having trouble with, though she gave little outward indication, was the concept of the stories Thalia had in mind. Thalia clapped her hands. “Good! That’ll be it for today,” she declared. August and Caleigh turned towards the choreographer. He was breathing hard and perspiring, she less noticeably. “Alright August?” Caleigh asked. He nodded. “Yeah. Mostly nerves, I think,” he replied. Thalia tilted her chin towards the backroom doors and said, “Go ahead and get cleaned up, August. You did fine.” With another nod, he walked away slowly towards the doors. Thalia stood beside Caleigh, both of them watching the young man exit to the change rooms. “So?” Thalia asked. Caleigh thought for a moment. “He’s good,” she conceded, “He’s raw like you said, but the fundamentals are there. He seems serious about it.” “But?” Again Caleigh paused and inhaled before speaking. “I don’t quite get that feeling of strength in his holds, though.” “That’ll come,” Thalia said as she removed the scarf from her head. She primped up her hair. “This’ll be good, Caleigh.” The dancer pursed her lips as she walked away, obviously deep in thought. Thalia could tell the normally confident and assured young woman was a bit stirred up, maybe even a little wary of August as a partner and the overtly sexual dances she had conceived. “Good,” Thalia thought, “I can work with that, too.” *** “Why do you dance? ” Caleigh had been asked that question many times in her life. Those who saw her dance would never ask her “Why do you like to dance? ” That was too much like “Why do you like to go to the movies? ” or “Why do you like to eat pizza? ” Those who watched her knew that this was no casual hobby or interest for the young woman. To dance for her was to walk or breathe for the rest of the population. Caleigh was never eloquent enough to explain why. She ’ d rather just let her dancing be her reply. She was the shy, button-faced child who never spoke up and always took comfort in her mother’s shadow. She was the runt who couldn ’ t decide what to take from the dinner table and so let the others have their fill first. But when her family brought her to the ballet at age 7, a little switch flipped in her brain and suddenly she had found her calling, something she could lose herself in and express herself without words. 12 years later, after endless lessons and performances, her family and friends simply referred to her as “the dancer” . The soft-spoken young woman grew up and blossomed on the dance floor. Yet, though she shined so brightly in the eyes of others, the shadow of shyness and vulnerability still lingered. Somehow self-awareness of just how sensual and sexy she was becoming, even when she wasn ’ t dancing, eluded her. Quite frankly, Thalia always thought that fact was the only thing holding back her young protégé : that little bit of raw, erotic edge. It was fine to be so innocent when she was a young girl, but Caleigh was a woman now, a very attractive one at that. That unlocked so many advantages for her if she only was aware enough to seize them. She didn’t want her to be like a stripper, but she really wanted the young dancer to experience the full release of inhibitions, appreciate the freedom of spontaneously succumbing to the deepest of human emotions and desire. Caleigh should throw herself at the dance. She just needed a partner strong enough to catch her. “That’s my job, to find the man who can take hold of you,” Thalia told her student once, “But Caleigh dear, no amount of practicing on your part in this dance studio will help you plumb those feelings I can see just bubbling under the surface of your pretty face.” Sometimes, Thalia spoke too cryptically for Caleigh and the dancer could only shrug it off and dance some more. The fact was, for her, she could never practice enough. She only had so much time in the studio for herself and she wasn’t the type to go dancing on her own in public places. Her uncle suggested a solution one night at a family dinner. “Your apartment building?” Caleigh asked. “Sure, you remember the 4 Corners down near the China Town area,” her uncle, Richard, remarked, “We used to pass by it after Sunday morning dim sum. One of the apartments on the 4 th floor has recently been vacated. I’m going to have it renovated so it’ll be empty for a little while.” “An apartment?” Caleigh frowned. “Trust me, Cal. There’s a lot of space. Just come with me and check it out.” A day later, Caleigh and her uncle made their way up the flights of stairs in the 4 Corners Residences. Built in the 1920’s as a brick office building, it was only four stories high. Converted into residences in the 1970’s, there were only six apartments, two on each floor above a row of storefronts on the street-level. The hallways and stairwell were darkly lit but her Uncle Richard kept them clean and painted. Caleigh liked the building; it had a retro elegance to it. At the top of the stairwell, they turned the corner towards the hallway. Her uncle led her to apartment 401 and opened the door. The young woman stepped into the apartment. Her eyes immediately widened as she took the place in. “Oh wow,” she exclaimed. Richard followed his niece into the apartment. He had known that she would be impressed. She couldn’t hide the grin on her red lips as she turned around, looking at the space. It was almost completely empty except for a couple of small boxes and an enormous green velvet recliner by the windows. “Can’t figure out what to do with that,” he said, “It’s still in solid condition. I m ay just leave it there for the next tenant.” “This is great,” she said excitedly, “There’s so much space, and the ceiling is so high!” “Well, all the apartments are studio lofts so when they’re empty, there are no walls to bump into,” Richard pointed out, “And these two apartments on the top floor have 11 foot ceilings. I figure if you need to do some jumps or lifts, you won’t be bumping your head — much.” Caleigh laughed. The afternoon sunlight from the windows stretched white shiny streaks on the waxed floor. She asked, “Is this hardwood?” “Yeah, maple. I approved the previous tenants installing it,” he said. He pointed towards the corner, “Those too.” Caleigh walked slowly towards 4 wide and tall mirrors, stuck side-by-side in the corner. “That’s amazing,” she said. “Told you that the previous tenants were dancers, right?” Richard said, “Ballroom. Rumba. They wanted to be able to practice in here.” Caleigh touched the glass with her finger tips. Everything was ridiculously perfect. It just seemed like fate had taken her in. “I’ll be renovating the kitchen and the bathroom over the next few weeks. I’ll let you know when I’ll be in here.

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Race relations in the United States were expected by many to improve after the first black president was elected and then reelected by wide margins. However, recent events involving conflicts between primarily black minorities and various police jurisdictions have caused numerous protests, some of which have turned violent. It is in the backdrop of those demonstrations that I first cuckolded my husband with some of the black protesters, many with prejudices against white people.My name is Tammy, and my husband Billy and I live in a modest home in urban Atlanta. We have a six-month-old daughter who I am still nursing, and I am off birth control and have been trying to get pregnant again. I was twenty-three years old at the time of this story. I have an associate degree, and work as an inventory control specialist for the finance department of a large plumbing supply warehouse. Billy was twenty-five and has a bachelor’s degree in finance and works as a loan officer for a regional bank.Billy was raised in a middle-class family in the Atlanta suburbs and was taught not to be prejudiced against others. I was raised in the country around a lot of good old boy rednecks who were vocal in their resentment of black people. My mother tried to teach me to be accepting of all people, while my father is a racist and always seemed to be out with his drinking buddies. He didn’t have much time for me. I ended up being pretty much on the fence regarding my feelings towards black people.This story begins when I was twenty years old, had just graduated from junior college, and got my job at the plumbing warehouse. It’s a cross-functional job, and although I report to the finance department, I am also expected to be a team player with dotted-line reporting to the warehouse foreman who I relied on to help me with my job. There are six men in the warehouse, four black and two white, one of whom is the black foreman named Calvin. He was in his mid-forties when I started there, and he immediately took me under his wing to give me a good start in my job, providing more mentorship than my direct boss.At least part of Calvin’s helpfulness was likely due to my appearance. I don’t mean to brag, but boys and men have been attracted to me since I matured physically in my junior year of high school. I have a kind of elfish appearance with large blue eyes and should-length, dirty-blonde hair. I’m also five feet and four inches tall and weighed one hundred and ten pounds at the time. I think he especially likes my big, firm and protruding bubble-butt, which seems to turn a lot of black men on. And of course, my breasts being 34Ds on my petite frame makes me stand out no matter what I wear.Calvin is very generous with his time and guidance for me, and over the first year we developed a very strong bond. As strange as this might sound, he was protective of me and a father figure, despite his obvious attraction to my body. We were able to talk openly and freely about almost anything. We also tease one another, sometimes with sexual overtones. He also uses foul language, tells dirty jokes, and teases me about my big ass and tits. Billy knows that Calvin is my best friend at work, and he likes the fact that I have an older man to look out for me there. He even knows about the naughty teasing and doesn’t seem to mind.The year I turned twenty-three, there were several important stories in the news regarding the claims of excessive use of force by white police officers against black boys and men. There were protests and some violence in many cities, including Atlanta. Calvin was extremely upset by the use of force issues. We talked about it at work, and while I did not agree with all his opinions about who was most at fault for the tragedies, I still feel his pain. He is my good friend and I wanted to support him however I could.One day he told me that he and a couple of his friends were going to join the protests in Atlanta, only being able to go into the city at night, after work. I had seen on the nightly news reports that there were a few white people mixed in with the black protesters, and I told Billy that I wanted to go there with Calvin to support him.We argued about it for quite a while, and then he agreed to let me go saying, “I can see that you won’t take no for an answer. I’ll be so worried about you down there, especially if the crowd turns violent, and you being white and all.”I responded, “Thank you for understanding, honey. I know that Calvin and his friends will protect me from any harm. I’ll use my breast pump to store milk ahead for you to feed the baby. I don’t know how many nights Calvin plans to join the protest, but I want to be there every time. He might not want me there either, but I plan to go anyway.”The next day at work I told Calvin about my plans to join them. He looked very concerned when he said, “I really appreciate the support, Tammy, but it might not be so good for you to be there. You and I have a good relationship, especially for an older black man and a pretty, young white mother. My friends can be very hardcore in their dislike of white folks, though. I just don’t know how they’ll react to you, and I don’t want you to be treated badly.”I replied, “Calvin, I think I understand your concerns, but this is something I have to do. I know there might be a little risk, but you’re important to me and I want to support your cause. Please don’t shut me out. I think I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”He realized how serious I was about it and said, “Okay, sweetie, don’t say I didn’t warn you. I don’t know if I can control the strangers in the crowd. Those men might say some pretty nasty things to you, so you better be ready for that. And just so you know, my friends can get vulgar too, and I’m not going to ruin my friendships with them by always interceding on your behalf.””One thing in your favor, though, is that they will love your big, tight ass and those humungous tits of yours, especially now that you’re nursing your daughter. They are forty-eight years old, like gaziantep escort me, and still think they’re players. Don’t be surprised if they make a move on that booty of yours. If you still plan to go after hearing all of that, then you can ride with me, and we’ll leave right after work.”I was used to having sexually oriented conversations with Calvin, but that was the first time he was so specific about men’s attraction to my ass and tits and that his friends would be hitting on me. And he was right about my tits being an attraction, since they had grown to full, round and heavy 34Es with me nursing. I certainly had no intention of having sex with any of those men, but it was still exciting knowing that I would likely be the center of attention with them.My sex life with Billy was frankly kind of boring and routine, and we mainly just had vanilla, missionary sex while we were trying to get me pregnant. He also has what I now know is a small dick, and thankfully, his one kinky habit is to eat me out before and after we fuck, and at other times as well, which always gives me orgasms.We drove down to the city and parked near the Underground Atlanta area, where we met the other men. His friends, Chester and Otis, were waiting in Chester’s full-size conversion van just finishing up their beers. Those men, like Calvin, are all ruggedly handsome, blue-collar black men, with dark complexions. They are over six feet tall, look fit and muscular, and weigh probably one hundred and ninety pounds.We got out of the car and Calvin introduced me to the men. They didn’t seem all that happy to have me there, at least not at first. Otis asked Calvin, “Do you really think it’s safe for any of us to have this cocoa puff with us? She might get us in a load of shit with the other protesters.”Calving chimed in saying, “You might be right about that, Otis. I tried to talk her out of it, but she wanted to support the cause. We’re good friends, so let’s just be careful and stay alert to what’s going on around us, so we can get out quickly in case of any trouble.”I found out later that ‘cocoa puff’ is a slang term for a white woman who fucks black men, and sometimes has their babies. It originated from the cereal of the same name that turns white milk into chocolate milk. I couldn’t imagine that he thought I was fucking Calvin, and he was likely just trying to be funny.We walked down an alley to the main drag and joined the protest. Being part of a protest was a new experience for me, and it was very exciting. At one point Calvin and I were in front of his friends, and I overheard Chester say to Otis, “Damn, Otis, that white bitch is a real Negro magnet with her booty and those big milkjugs. I’d love to tap that shit and breed that little white pussy for her.”Otis laughed and said, “Yeah, no fucking shit, man. I’ll bet that Calvin has already gotten his huge cock wet inside his little slut friend there and slimed her hole for her.”Calvin heard them say those things too, and he just glanced over at me, smiled, and raised his eyebrows. I wasn’t too sure whether his reaction was acknowledging that he warned me about those men, or if he was giving me a sign that he was pleased that they thought he might have already fucked me. I got the feeling that his friends wanted me to hear them. I have to admit that being objectified in such a crude, sexual way by them was arousing to me in a way that I didn’t fully understand at the time. Maybe it was their boldness and the sense of strength and masculinity that I got from them, giving me the impression that they wanted to dominate me sexually.My husband is very placid by comparison to those men, and much less likely to take charge sexually that way. My pussy got very wet at the suggestion from Otis that I might already be fucking Calvin, and I was actually visualizing it. I could hardly believe that I was getting turned on by their comments and beginning to wonder what it would be like to be fucked by him.We had been marching for over two hours, and I had been getting derogatory comments from other men on the street. I never really felt threatened, although I did wince at times, and just wrote it off to those men showing off for their friends. They called me other slang names too. Some examples are; chocolate dipper, marshmallow, flour bag, coal burner, night-rider and snicker licker. Calvin and friends never tried to intervene, maybe due to their fear of starting trouble, or even likely because they enjoyed watching me squirm. At about 8:30 pm, Chester said that he needed to get home, so we went back to the car and van and left the area.Calvin was uncharacteristically quiet on the ride back to my car. He kept glancing over at me, and I had the feeling that he wanted to say something and kept changing his mind. I did get him to talk by asking him to explain what some of those slang terms mean. As I expected, they are all variations on the theme of white women who dated, sucked, and fucked black men. Then we talked a little about work as we arrived at the warehouse.Billy was surprised when I got home so early, at only a little after 9:00 pm. We sat at the kitchen table and talked as I pumped milk from my painfully-swollen breasts, to store for the baby. He wanted to know how it went, and I told him everything, including all the things that I overheard Calvin’s friends say, as well as what the other marchers shouted at me.He was surprised by the crudeness of their comments and said, “Damn, honey, did it upset you when you heard those things? Tell me how it made you feel? I’m guessing that you won’t be going back again!?”I paused for a few moments, so I could choose my words carefully, and I had no intention of lying to him. I watched Billy to carefully gauge his reaction when I said, “Calvin warned me to expect some vulgar comments, so the things that the strangers said didn’t really bother me that much. I have to admit, though, that it did make me feel like a slut to be in the presence of all those black men, who glared at me when the comments were made. It was as if they thought I really was a black cock slut and fucking one or all of the men I was with.”My response didn’t seem to upset Billy, and in fact I thought I saw him reach down to tug at his crotch during my comments. I was surprised that he might be getting a hard on from hearing about those experiences. I continued saying, “Please don’t get upset, honey, but the things I overheard Calvin’s friends saying affected me even more. I found myself getting aroused and wet when they talked about my big ass and tits, and how they wanted to fuck me. Then when Otis said that he thought Calvin was already fucking me, I began to visualize it happening. I’m sorry, Billy, but after Otis said that Calvin has a big cock, I’m started to wonder what it would be like to be fucked by a big one.”I expected Billy to get angry with me; although I saw that he was actively rubbing his crotch and not even trying to hide it. He said, “Back in college, I heard some of my friends talking about black guys having large cocks, and how white girls and married white women liked to fuck them. I thought it was all bullshit. I did wonder, though, just how big their cocks are. Now, hearing about your experiences tonight, I can see that some black men clearly do have a taste for white women. You don’t think those men would try to fuck you, do you, Tammy? I have to admit that hearing all this has gotten me a little turned on, but I’m not sure that I would want that to happen to you.”Hearing Billy talk about what his friends were saying in college and knowing that it corroborated some of what the black men were implying, made me think that black-on-white sex might be more prevalent than I ever imagined. I had never had sex with anyone except Billy. Although I had never seen any other cocks, I knew that Billy doesn’t always satisfy me with his dick. The idea of trying a bigger cock seemed better and better to me.I didn’t know whether Billy was totally against the possibility of me fucking those men, or if he might be hinting that I should try it. After all, in the same breath that he mentioned being a little turned on, he also said that he wasn’t sure about it happening with me. He didn’t say no. I was getting excited by his potentially positive attitude about it, and didn’t want any ambiguity on something that important.So, I asked, “What are you saying, Billy. You damn well need to be sure how you feel about this, unless you think you’ll feel better if I make the decision. I don’t plan on starting or doing anything with those men. But, if an opportunity arises, I need to know where you stand.”Billy seemed a little excited when he responded, “I just can’t get the arousing picture of you fucking a big black man out of my mind. In my heart I would never want that to happen, but my dick is telling me that it does. And you’re right; I don’t want to make this decision. I think it is your decision more than mine, and those men will probably never push it that far anyway. If you ever get a chance to at least look at their cocks, though, I want to hear you describe how big they are. One thing you do need to worry about is that you aren’t on birth control anymore. We’ve been lucky with the rhythm method at different times in the past. If anything were to happen, though, they need to wear condoms. You also need to keep your fertile times in mind, in case you get carried away with no protection.”I could hardly believe Billy’s or my reactions to the black men’s comments, and his curiosity about black cocks. It just goes to show that we never know how we’ll feel about something, no matter how unlikely or repulsive we felt about it previously, until it arises at a time when we are most receptive.My schedule at work the next day was such that I didn’t run into Calvin until quitting time, when I was standing by his car waiting to ride with him to the rally. He gave me a funny look when he saw me, almost like he was surprised to see me there.We headed downtown, and he said, “I didn’t expect to see you here today, Tammy, especially after all the comments and rudeness that you were subjected to last night. Didn’t any of that bother you, even when Otis speculated about you and me fucking? And how do you feel about what Otis said? Have you told Billy about it to get his reaction?”I wanted to let Calvin know how I felt about him, without totally revealing my potential willingness to have sex with him. I replied, “As you know, I’m very fond of you, Calvin, and have been almost from the first moment we met. I’ve always seen you as a handsome and strong man. Up until last night, however, I saw you as more of a mentor and father figure. After hearing Otis’ speculation last night, I was flattered that he thought we might be having sex, and I now see you in a new light.”My words sunk in as he kept glancing at me as he drove the car, anticipating what I might say next. Then I continued, “I’m especially curious about you having a huge cock, since the only one I’ve seen in real life is Billy’s little white one. So, Otis has made me realize that I do have a sexual attraction to you. Given your questions, I’m assuming that you’re also attracted to me in that way. If I wasn’t happily married, I’d love to be your little cocoa puff. At least now that I know you have a big cock, I can tease you about it the way you tease me about my big ass and tits. To be honest, I would like to see your cock sometime, just so I know what Otis is talking about.”Calvin went through the positive emotions of hearing me say I was attracted to him sexually, only to be deflated when I implied that I couldn’t fuck him since I’m married. Then he said, “You haven’t told me yet if Billy knows what happened last night and how he feels about it. And just so you know, there are a lot of married white women who love fucking big-cocked black men, with the submissive husbands’ eager approval and involvement. Did you tell him about last night, and if so, how did he take it.”I knew that I couldn’t tell him the whole truth about Billy’s reaction and I replied, “Yes, Calvin, I told him everything that happened last night. He took it a lot better than I thought he would and was even rubbing his dick when I mentioned Otis’ comments. He’s pretty timid and not very forceful with me in family matters, and even though he said it was my decision, I’m sure that he doesn’t want me having sex with other men. He’s also concerned since we’ve been trying to get me pregnant again, and I’m not on any birth control right now.”Calvin might have realized that there was at least the potential to fuck me, primarily based on whether he could convince me to do it. I knew that he was excited about me being unprotected when he said, “I had no idea that you two were trying to have another baby. I love to fuck white women bareback, and never wear fucking condoms since they ruin the feeling for me. It’s much more enjoyable when there’s a possibility that they are fertile. Some white women even get off on taking the risk of getting pregnant. And about that other thing, anytime you want to get a good look at my cock, just say the word. You need to experience what a big, thick and meaty cock looks like, especially since you said that Billy’s dick is small.”I laughed to lighten the moment and said, “Your attraction to me is flattering, Calvin, and I appreciate the offer to see your cock. Maybe I can get a peek at it in the storage room at work sometime.”We continued talking about what was obviously an exciting new dynamic in our relationship, and soon arrived at the parking lot near the Underground. The other men were already there, and we headed to the rally. We were marching for almost two hours when the rally took an ugly turn. Some of the marchers were starting to break windows and throw rocks at the police.That’s when Calvin said, “We better get the fuck out of here. None of us wants to be injured or go to jail. It’s still early though, so let’s get a few drinks at a neighborhood bar that I know of in Grove Park.”I know enough about the city to be aware that Grove Park in Northwest Atlanta has a predominately black population and reasoned that it must be a black bar. I wasn’t worried though, since I was with three strong black men. We arrived at the bar, and the parking lot was only about half-full, since it was a work night and because of the protest march. We went in and took a big booth in a dark corner at the back of the lounge area. The other men there were looking me over knowingly, as if they thought I was some kind of whore, being a buxom, young white woman with three black men.That was to be my first opportunity to drink alcohol in fifteen months, since I abstained while I was pregnant, and then while nursing my daughter. I had enough milk stored at home to last at least three days, and I was looking forward to getting a buzz on. The men took turns ordering drinks, and within a half hour I had drunk three margaritas, while the men were mostly sipping on their beers. We were talking about a variety of subjects, including the protest march, and I realized that my mind was getting a little fuzzy.Chester is probably the man in our group who is the most biased against white people. He soon started talking about how he thought black people are owed reparations for the past sins of white society. I usually thought it was a bad idea to discuss politics, religion, or racial matters, and probably wouldn’t have if I hadn’t been so pleasantly inebriated.We disagreed on almost everything regarding the need for reparations, and my foggy mind finally challenged him by saying, “Look, Chester, there’s no fucking way that the government is obligated, or could even afford, to financially compensate even a subset of the black population that way. So what else would you want that’s doable and makes any sense?”He thought for a moment and said, “Okay, smartass, I think that black men should be able to choose any white women they want, whether married or not, and breed them. That would help make up for all the atrocities in the past, dilute the white race, and put more babies into the world with dominant black genes, even if they would be mixed race.”I knew that he was just trying to irritate me with that ridiculous comment, and I responded, “There’s no way that our society would ever approve something like that, and you know it. And besides, from what my husband and Calvin told me, there’s already quite a bit of interracial sex going on anyway, mostly with black men fucking white women.”Someone had started playing songs on the juke box when Chester replied, “Yeah, Tammy, I know all about that cuckold stuff. When I was younger, I had a few experiences with white wives and their wimpy-ass husbands. Let me ask you a question. You agreed with a couple of my previous points on the need for reparations. So, you tell me, what would you be willing to do personally to make things right?”Chester was putting me on the spot, and all three men stared at me as I considered his question. They knew that I had at least some understanding of the cuckold lifestyle because of what I said earlier, and the atmosphere seemed to be sexually charged. That’s when I focused on a song that was playing and thought that I had found a way out.I smiled at Chester and said, “Well, this probably won’t be that exciting for you, but I would be happy to dance with you guys, if that helps even a little. I’d like to start with Calvin since we’re friends at work.”Calvin stood up and I gave him my hand as he responded, “I’m glad that you and Chester could negotiate a compromise. This sounds like a really good start.”Chester and Otis looked on smiling as Calvin led us to the dance floor, which is only a few feet from our booth. 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My eyes flashed open. I looked around the darkened room to find the source of what had woken me but it was too dark for me to make out anything but shadows. I tried to sit up but was unable to move my arms. I tugged them experimentally and found they were bound, somewhat loosely, above me head. I felt my heart speed up as I once more scanned the room, my eyes pausing on a particular silhouette close to the foot of my bed. mersin escort I heard a soft chuckle and realised it was a man. In my room. At night. While I was naked. And he had tied me to the bed. I opened my mouth to scream but he moved faster than I could blink and covered my mouth with his hand. “Shh. This works so much better when you be quiet.” He moved his hand away and I bit my lip to stop mersin escort bayan myself from speaking. I could sense the smile in his voice as he said, “Good girl.” I watched his shadow as he moved between my legs to hover over me. “What are you doing?” I tugged more urgently on my bindings but stopped as he squeezed my breasts. “What did I say?” he growled. I clamped my mouth shut and waited. escort mersin I had to stifle a moan as he lowered his head to my aching nipples. I arched up into him, knowing it was wrong but loving how it felt. It had been so long since I’d been touched in this way. I gasped as he bit my nipple before moving on to the next one. I could feel myself getting wetter as he trailed kisses down my stomach to my mound. I couldn’t hold in my moan as his lips found my clit. He circled it with his tongue before gently sucking on it. I spread my legs wide as he moved his tongue down to probe my entrance. After making sure I was nice and wet he moved back up and I felt his cock nudge against my entrance.

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I was to pick her up at half past six. I rang her doorbell at 6:35 PM on a hot and humid July evening. The door of her apartment opened and a man about my age stood at the door. I said, “I’m looking for Tina.” “She’s inside. I’m just leaving,” he said. “Have fun, dude. She’s really somethin’ amazing.” I walked in as he left and saw Tina on her bed dressed in a purple see-through baby doll negligee, no panties, just the flimsy top. I asked, “Tina, do we have a date tonight or did I get it wrong?” “Come on in and join me, Mr. Hunk,” she said. “You’ve got the right day but I thought we’d have an appetizer before we go to dinner. By the way, what’s your name?” “Benjamin but people call me Benny.” “Okay, Benjy, the cork screw is in the kitchen. Open that bottle of wine you’re holding and bring us a couple of glasses. They’re in the cupboard above the sink.” Obviously, we didn’t know each other well. I met her in a uptown bar the previous week and we seemed to be getting along pretty well so I asked for her phone number. When she left the bar with a couple of guys, she turned toward me and said, “Now, don’t forget to call.” Today we were to go for dinner and get to know each other better. It seemed we were going to get to know each other very well and sooner than I had expected. When I got back to the bedroom with the wine and glasses she said, “Benjy, take off that tie and relax. We’re pretty informal around here.” “I noticed and it’s Benny.” “You found the cork screw, good. After you screw the cork, you can screw me.” Let’s say that this was a first for me. Once in college, my girlfriend greeted me at the door in a robe and when I went to kiss her, her robe flew open and she was completely naked underneath. “Surprise!” is all she said before she led me the bedroom. This time was different. I was being seduced by a complete stranger, well almost a stranger. I poured the wine but Tina had little interest in it. She was far more interested in what was between my legs. “What have we here, Benjy?” as she stroked my crotch. “Oh, just a little appetizer for you, Tina, and it’s Benny.” I thought it would be fun to play along and see where this would lead. “How nice of you to bring it along with that bottle of wine. I’m a bit hungry so can I have it now?” as she unzipped my pants. “I hope it is big because I’m very hungry, Benjy.” She pulled my cock through the pants’ zipper and gave it a first glance. “My, Benjy, you might just be the man to satisfy my hunger. You see, the fellow who just left didn’t satisfy my hunger. I’m still starving. He didn’t have as nice of an appetizer as you.” “I see. Maybe you will be stuffed before I leave and by the way, it’s Benny.” At that I dropped my trousers and was left standing by the bed wearing mersin escort a dress shirt, socks and shoes with my pants and briefs around my ankles. My cock and balls stood out like a nightclub singer under a spotlight. I was dazzled by Tina’s body. Her tits were large, firm and nicely shaped. I just stood there at the edge of her bed as she crawled on her hands and knees to closely inspect her treat. “I think I’m going to like this, Benjy. Can I have a taste?” “Go ahead. Is it alright if I just sip my wine while you are doing your taste test?” “Yum,” is all she said as she put her sweet wet lips over the head of my cock. I let her suck my dick and play with my balls until a certain urgency said it was time for her to have a drink along with the meaty appetizer. Pushing my cock deep into her throat, I released a prolific amount of cum filling her mouth as it oozed out onto her lips. She smiled at me licking her lips saying, “Delicious. That’s so delicious.” Then she smacked her lips to emphasize the point. “Benjy, maybe you would like an appetizer of your own.” She laid back onto the bed and spread her legs inviting me to eat her out. I obliged. Tina had such a beautiful cunt. It was smooth and puffy with only a slit to provide evidence of her tight vagina hidden inside. Her pussy was completely shaved. My tongue circled her pussy lips and I could smell a musty odor that was a mixture of her wetness and a deposit made by the man who visited before me. I pulled apart her pussy lips and could see the milky cum drip from inside her. He might have had a smallish dick but he made up for it with volume. A few minutes into licking and sucking her swollen clit, she abruptly closed her legs nearly crushing my head and said, “Let’s go to dinner. You can fuck me for dessert and anyway, you need to have a few hours to properly recover. I so much want your cock inside me, Benjy, but later.” “It’s Benny, Tina. I’m Benny.” “Okay, whatever. I’ll put on a dress and we’ll be off.” That was exactly what she did. She took off the baby doll and slipped into a dress, nothing underneath, just the dress with plenty of cleavage. Tina put on a pair of sandals and within minutes we were in the car headed to the restaurant. I imagined she had cum trickling down her legs but then, my imagination was ripe and swirling with ideas of what we might do after dinner. All the waiters knew Tina. Each came over to say hello and Tina introduced me to them as, Bernie or Benjy or Bart or Billy. At least she got the first letter right. “Hi Harry, this is my date Bernie,” she would say and Harry would be sure to take a good look down her dress knowing she was hiding nothing. We shook hands. Then George came over to the table. “Hi George, meet mersin escort bayan Billy.” I was never Benny but after awhile, it didn’t matter. All that I knew was that Tina was well acquainted with the staff. I can’t remember what we ordered but what I remember is that Tina had her hand between my legs for nearly the entire time. When I wasn’t shaking hands with one of the wait staff, I had my fingers under the table exploring her pussy feeling the sticky gooey cum she still held inside. Tina delighted in the attention she was getting from the servers as well as my fingers. It was past nine when I paid the bill and we jumped in the car. She gave me a big kiss thanking me for the dinner and especially for finger fucking her at the table. “Bobby, do you like fucking in a public place?” she asked as I started the car. “I don’t know, Tina. What do you have in mind?” “Let’s go to the kiddy playground and you can fuck me on the swings.” “Where’s that?” I asked. “Just around the block from my apartment. I love the excitement of doing something dirty like that.” “Okay,” I said and parked on the street opposite the playground. There was a family with two kids playing on the Jungle Jim so we just made out in the car. She had me unzipped and teasing my cock with her lips priming me for the swings. Eventually the family left and we headed for the swing set. She led me like a dog on a leash except the leash was my cock. Tina had a firm hold on my very hard erection until she pulled up her dress exposing her cunt to the evening air. I was a little tentative until Tina said, “Come on, Brady, fuck me.” “Someone might come along, Tina.” “Get over her and shove your meat inside me.” I was astounded by this girl who had the face of an angel looking so innocent but with the desires of a whore. I loved the way she talked dirty to me. She swung forward meeting my cock that easily penetrated her cunt. I just banged into her with deep strokes until in the corner of my eye, I saw a middle age couple coming up the sidewalk. “Oh no, Tina. We need to get out of here. There’s someone coming!” “Don’t you dare leave me before you finish,” she said. “Anyway, I love an audience.” She became more vocal with the sounds of lust as if to attract the attention of the couple that was now close enough to see us. I pushed in harder but the more I thought about the couple approaching us, the harder it was for me to cum. I kept hammering inside Tina’s soaking pussy and she kept yelling, “Harder, fuck me harder.” Meanwhile, the couple stopped and sat on the park bench to watch. I started to feel the excitement Tina talked about by having an audience and it felt like my cock had grown another inch or two. By the time I had finished with escort mersin a half dozen squirts inside Tina’s well lubricated tunnel, she had several orgasms of her own letting out screams of delight each time. We had an appreciative audience as they gave us a standing ovation when we left to return to my car. “What next?” I asked Tina while I zipped up. “Let’s go to the bar in town and have a couple of drinks.” “Okay. Where?” “Let’s go to Freddy’s Thirst Emporium on Maple Street,” she said. “Sounds good. Hey, here’s some Kleenex to wipe my cum from trickling down your leg. It’s making a mess on my upholstery.” She pushed away the box of tissues and said, “I’ve got a better idea, Buddy. Come down here and freshen me up.” Tina parted her legs and dragged my head down to where she enticed me into licking her clean. It took some time before we got to Freddy’s. Just when I thought no more milky fluid would ooze out of Tina’s cunt, more appeared so I was busy until about nearly eleven. I knew a few of the guys at the bar. Tina new them all and flirted with them all. When she sat at the bar, she would swing around on the bar stool and slowly cross her legs giving anyone interested a good look at her pussy. Believe me, everyone was interested, even some ladies. Several of the men came up to her and asked, “Are you okay for tonight?” She usually winked and told them she was with Benjy, which of course was me. Sometimes a guy would ask me if there was a party goin’ on tonight at Tina’s place. I didn’t know what they meant and simply said, “No, I don’t think so.” I never had to buy Tina a drink. The other guys took good care of her. One asshole grabbed her by the arm and said, “I’m takin’ you home to mommy, bitch,” but she was adept at handling jerks. She slapped him in the face and kneed him in the balls. He went away whimpering like a scared puppy. She knew how to take care of herself, that was clear. I took her home around two in the morning and she asked me to stay the night. I thanked her and said I was whipped. “Maybe some other night, okay?” “Look, Blake,” she said as I was leaving, “I’m not good with names but I remember cocks. You look like a cucumber so when you get in touch, just say you are Cucumber and I’ll know who you are.” “Got it and thanks for an entertaining evening.” -=-=-=-=-=–=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- This might be the end of the story with Tina but it’s not because a week later I received a formal invitation to a “Girl of Prime Attention” party at Tina’s on Saturday night. It was a black tie affair. “RSVP by phone only.” “Hi Tina, it’s Cucumber.” “Hey, glad you called. Did you get the invitation for Saturday? Can you come? she anxiously asked. “I’ll be there but do you really mean I need to wear a tux?” “That’s right. It is a formal occasion and Saturday will be a special event.” “Okay, I’ll dust off my suit and see you then. Bye,” and I hung up wondering what kind of special event she had in mind. I was the tenth of eleventh person to arrive on Saturday night.

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Going to a swingers’ party wasn’t Gail’s idea. Grant, her husband, insisted on going saying it would add spice to their sex life. Anyway, their best friends, Jeff and Selma had been there and recommended it. They said their marriage had really taken a dive after the kids were born. Now they were back having sex three and four times a week, sometimes twice a day. It was so much better than going to a therapist.Last year, Grant had pressured Gail to go to a nude beach. She went along with it just to keep him happy. She preferred a cruise in the Bahamas. A beach vacation wasn’t her thing, but it worked out. A swingers’ party would be a much harder sell.It’s not that Gail was a prude or shy because she has a very nice body for a mother of twin boys. Before getting married, she had many lovers and once posed for a men’s’ magazine. Gail just thought a thirty-six year old woman should be a little more, well, dignified.At the nude beach, she thought it was funny when Grant covered himself each time he got an erection. He wasn’t alone in that regard. Several men couldn’t keep it down. Grant and three others became known as the “Four Erecteers” for always having a gun with a long barrel. Truthfully, Grant ranked above the others for having the best model. Eventually, it was a sort of pride for him.Maybe being at the nude beach was enough of a boost to his self-esteem to suggest the swingers’ party. As much as he loved Gail, he loved naked women. Fucking them would be even better.Their friends said that the club they joined was a group of cordial couples in their twenties and thirties. In fact the club had an age maximum of forty and all participants must come with a partner of the opposite sex. Clothing was not permitted in the Rumpus Room, but allowed in the bar next door. Reservations were not required.”Look, Gail,” Grant pleaded, “why don’t we just go there, have a few drinks and meet some people. We can go home and never go into the Rumpus Room if that’s what you want.”Gail said, “Okay, maybe on our anniversary,” but the anniversary was months away, and she was hoping Grant would forget all about it by then.He didn’t. “Gail, our anniversary is a week away and you promised.””Promised what?”We talked about going to the swingers’ club that Jeff and Selma recommended.””I didn’t promise. I only said we could have a drink at their bar, then go home.””Yes, but what if we meet someone that we want to get to know better?””You mean want to have sex with? Then we go home sooner.””Give me a break, dear. You know how much I love you. Swingers don’t do it for love. It’s simply entertainment, not much different than masturbating with your toys, but better.””Yes but my toys don’t make a girl pregnant or get some awful STD.””Come on. If it ever got that far, we use a condom.””Easier said than done,” Gail replied.”Jeez, Gail, you’re getting me horny just thinking about this.”Apparently their discussion made her horny as well because they fucked like rabbits that night and the next. What Grant recognized ankara travesti and Gail would never admit, she was ready to spend their anniversary at the swingers’ club.Grant had left out one detail that Jeff and Selma had mentioned. It was that there are separate areas in the Rumpus Room. One was for condoms only except for married couples. The other was condom free for everyone. To go to the free section, a person needed to be tested and have a doctor’s certificate on file. Grant secretly got tested after their initial conversation and had it sent to the club. He was good to fuck bareback if they ever got that far.Their anniversary day arrived and Gail came out of her morning shower all in a dizzy. “I’m not going,” she said like it was settled.”Look, Gail, let’s talk about it after work.”Gail was home first after her work as a lawyer. Grant arrived a half hour later. He went to the frig and took out a bottle of Champagne and said, “Let’s celebrate!” With him was a small package wrapped in gold paper and a big red bow. He poured two glassed in champagne flutes and made a toast. “Here’s to us dear.”She was still agitated. “I can’t do this, Grant. I had a dream last night. I can’t do it.”He said nothing as they enjoyed the Champagne. He poured a second, then said, “Tell me about your dream.”With tears welling up she said, “Two men hugged me and asked me if I would do it with them. At first, I didn’t know what they meant. For some reason, I agreed and the three of us laid on a matt. One kissed me, the other touched me in, you know, a private place. I let him do it. Before I could tell him to stop, he was inside me. You know, a stranger had his penis inside me. The other guy was sucking my nipples. I don’t know, it was all so surreal. After awhile, the other guy pushed his cock in my ass. What do they call it, DP? For the longest time they kept at it.””Did you like it?” Grant asked.”I don’t know. It was a dream. All I know is they didn’t stop.””What happened next?””I woke up so wet down there I had to go to the bathroom and get some relief.””So it wasn’t bad?”Maybe it was okay, I don’t know. All I know is when I woke up, it seemed so real.””You shouldn’t let a dream make it ruin our anniversary.””Do you think, Grant, they do that at the swingers’ club?”What? DP? Maybe. I’ve never been with swingers.””Selma said they do. She did it once, she said.””Well, Gail, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. Maybe a nice fit would be with Jeff and me if you want to try it.””So you want to do it?””It would be a nice anniversary present,” Grant replied.”Oh Grant, I don’t mind doing anal with you but doing it with another guy like that seems so naughty.””Look, Gail, don’t go on thinking sex is naughty. It’s fun and entertaining.””I know, you’ve said that before. I just want to go for a few drinks, then come home.”They left for the club at nine thirty and arrived at ten. The club was buzzing with excitement. The bar was filled with couples dressed as if they were at a country travesti ankara club. Jeff and Selma were not at the bar. Grant ordered their drinks and introduced himself and Gail to the couple nearby. They were about their age, maybe a few years older. His name was Brian; hers was Wendy. The four of them sat at a nearby table and exchanged small talk for ten or fifteen minutes. Brian and Wendy were high school sweethearts and married out of high school. They had a daughter. Having finished their drinks, Brian and Wendy excused themselves and disappeared in the locker room.Gail said, “They are really nice people. Brian is so attentive to his wife. They are really in love, aren’t they?””I think so. Just like us.”They finished their first drink and Grant ordered a second where he met Clara who said her husband Dale was in the Rumpus Room and should be back shortly. In fact, just as the drinks were served, Dale arrived and the four of them sat together at a back table.Again the conversation was polite until Dale asked, “Have you been here before?””No,” Gail said. “We are only here for the drinks.”Clara replied with an enthusiastic response, “Oh my god, you are such a gorgeous couple. You should join us in the Rumpus Room.”Gail immediately said, “I don’t think so, Clara. This is our anniversary, and we are here to celebrate together.””Oh, Gail, you’ve come to the perfect place. Let me show you,” and she took Gail’s hand and ushered her into the next room, the Rumpus Room.”Oh my god, I can’t believe this,” Gail whispered to Clara. What she couldn’t believe was dozens of couples copulating together as if it was a dance party.”I know, Gail. Isn’t it exciting? Let me take you to the locker room and get undressed.”A combination of too much to drink and lust from seeing people having uninhibited sex compelled her to follow Clara into the locker room. Clara stripped, then helped Gail out of her clothes.”We’ll just go out there and be ourselves. If a man approaches you, do what comes naturally. If you like him, strike up a conversation. If not, move on.””I’m nervous, Clara. I’ve never done this before.””I know. The first time is awkward but believe me, once you relax, you’ll love it.”The first man Gail met was Tom. He was a little gruff, but handsome in his own way. They talked for awhile. It wasn’t much different from meeting someone at the nude beach, so she was able to relax a little. Another man, Charlie, joined the conversation and Tom went to talk with another woman.It wasn’t long before Gail had met four or five men. None asked her to join him on a mattress. It made her feel neglected. Jeff, their friend, joined her just as she began a conversation with Brian, the man she had met in the bar. Jeff said, “Excuse me, Gail, but Grant is waiting for you. He took her hand and led her to a mattress. Grant was there with a smile on his face.”Oh Gail, do you mind? I’ve invited Jeff to join us.”Gail wasn’t in the mood to object. She was so hot and wet from the erotic ambience, ankara travestiler she almost jumped on her husband’s erect cock fucking him like a sex crazy teenager.Soon, Gail realized she was Grant’s second that night because he normally would have cum by now. Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jeff with a cock the size of a cucumber slipping on a condom. She knew what to expect next.Jeff pressed in her bum hole slowly allowing him to gain entry without too much resistance. Eventually the two men rhythmically moved in and out of her holes, faster and faster until Jeff emptied his balls, filling the tip of the latex wrapper with his first load of the evening. Grant was still working her cunt until he had his second cumming. It felt as good as the first.Gail was practically in tears, and she really didn’t know why. “God, Grant, that was so much better than my nightmare,” and she slumped down into his arms. “I want to go home now.”Jeff said, “Thank you so much, Gail. You are a wonderful treat, and I hope this has made your anniversary special. Now I’ve got to see what Selma is up to. The last time I saw her she was in the “Free” room with Charlie. I hope she’s in the mood for me having sloppy seconds.” He laughed at his little joke.On the way home, Gail asked Grant who he was with before she got there. “I think her name is Wendy, the woman we met at the bar. She told me they spend time at the bar trying to connect with someone they like before going to the Rumpus Room. Apparently they liked us. I’m surprised her husband didn’t take you for a spin.””Well actually, he came up to me just as Jeff whisked me away to be with you. I didn’t see you with Wendy. Where did you go?””We were in the ‘Free’ room.” Then he explained to Gail how it worked and that he had been tested and certified. He continued, saying, “You need to make a doctor’s appointment and get tested for our next time at the club. It’s so much better condom free.””So did you like her? I mean did you like having sex with Wendy?””She was okay, a bit too assertive.””You mean pushy.””Yeah, that’s it. She had me between her legs doing oral for at least fifteen minutes before letting me in. I will say this much for her, she was drenching wet when I finally got inside.””And you came inside her?” It was more of a comment than a question.”Of course. That’s what the Free section is all about although it was a little embarrassing. I just couldn’t hold it, and shot my wad before she was ready.””I can see the attraction. I like it best when you shoot your load into me. It’s such a great feeling.”Their conversation ended there.Like their friends Jeff and Selma had said, Gail and Grant found themselves having sex more often and enjoying it like when they were first married. After a month, they were back to the same routine of once a week like before they had gone to the swingers’ club.About that time, Grant was in the drugstore picking up a prescription for Gail. In front of him stood Wendy. She wore a t-shirt that was a size too small and the tightest jeans he’d ever seen. He couldn’t help wondering how she got into them.He tapped her on the shoulder and said, “Hi, remember me?”She turned and looked puzzled, then said, “Yes, you’re Terry, no, it’s Grant, right?””Yes, it’s Grant.

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“Yeah give it a nice wiggle, thank you. Oh yeah baby!” said Lisa, groaning and standing up as the wet middle finger made its way into her anus. The beauty was naked along with her lover, now standing over him.Lisa was on the trip with Arvan and a couple other coworkers for a project but the virus had shut down all travel. The group was stranded in a smaller town without much to do and to make matters worse, it was shut down. Along with Arvan and the crew, Lisa worked for a massive corporation with hundreds and thousands of employees but her team was smaller.Standing at five-foot-eight, having dark hair, slight tan, and the same exact face as Brittany Xavier, Lisa was a twenty-eight-year-old beauty that was still single. Originally from California and of Albanian descent, Lisa grew up with somewhat of an overbearing family. Arvan stood around six feet tall, had black hair, a sharp beard, also twenty-eight, and looked exactly like Rohit Khandelwal. When factoring in other team members, the group was quite good looking. The shutdown leaving nothing to do in the city made the group with nothing to do and a lot of time to be close with each other.“You got a nice tongue too, here, just do your usual,” istanbul travesti said Lisa, gently tapping her pussy which had a subtle dark-haired landing strip.Arvan put his powerful hands on the soft-skinned buttocks of the beauty and shoved his mouth against her pussy, eating her out. The contrast with Lisa’s slightly tanned skin compared to Arvan’s darker skin was one thing that aroused her, despite being only a couple shades lighter than him. Lisa loved having Arvan eat her out, she often talked to her other coworkers about it as well as her close friends. Arvan knew where to lick the pussy, worked his fingers in the anus while doing so, and kept full control of the woman. As usual, Lisa would sometimes put her AirPods and dance to her favorite song while being eaten, closing her eyes as she moved her upper body. “Whoa whoa whoa, huh!” shouted Lisa, her upper body violently swinging in various directions as Arvan let go of his tight grip. “Oh man fuck yeah! Yeah!” groaned Lisa, fingering herself violently as fluids sprayed all over the place.“Whoa girl,” said Arvan, smiling as an intense look came over a sweaty Lisa’s face, staring down Arvan’s cock.“Always istanbul travesti boy, goddammit it’s always,” said Lisa, in an intense voice as she rushed towards Arvan’s cock.Lisa shoved the cock in her mouth as her legs rested on Arvan’s shoulders, making it a great opportunity for him to continue to eat her as she sucked his cock. The brunette started off with a violent intense passion for sucking the cock, shoving it in her mouth as she violently shook her head. Arvan kept the steady pace, continuing to eat the wet pussy but also licking her anus, occasionally fingering it. Even though Lisa gave it her best with the blowjob, hoping to make him cum, after many minutes of effort she gave out.“Ah fuck, whew, ah!” said Lisa, fluids dripping from her mouth as she tried to catch her breath. Arvan’s gentle pace continued, practically consuming Lisa and making her drunk with arousal. The brunette’s upper body involuntarily swung up from arousal as she let out loud violent moans, no longer able to hold her own.The sixty-nine position is a test of wills and Lisa’s will came up well short against Arvan’s, his gentle pace always ended up beating her initial aggression istanbul travesti which would always burn out. Seeing how spent Lisa was and how her breaths were shorter and deeper, Arvan put her over his shoulder with ease and carried her to the bedroom. For Lisa, this was the norm, by this point she was breathing heavy as her vision blurred from the arousal. As soon as she was thrown down on the bed, Lisa spread her legs out and gently fingered her pussy.“Yeah, hit it raw, hit this hoe raw daddy!” said Lisa, biting her lips.Whenever Arvan fucked, he was very close to his lover, tightly coiling his arms around her body and having his face against hers. While his thick dark cock had fun penetrating the pussy, to him it was one part of it all. Arvan realized that sex was psychological as much as it was physical which is why he often overwhelmed the impulsive Lisa. “Muah,” said Arvan, kissing the sweaty Lisa on the cheeks and neck as the two bodies tightly close to each other started to grind. The sniffs, whiffs, licks, and kisses kept Lisa guessing while the gentle pace of the penis thrusting into her body kept her aroused. With the pussy being wet after the orgasm, Arvan’s cock had no issues smoothly going inside of the aroused brunette whose legs were vibrating.  Feeling the powerful rush once again, Lisa aggressively grabbed Arvan’s head and tightly locked lips with him as her waist thrusted against his abs and the aggressive movement of her lower body massaged his cock.

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Captain Shay straightened his helmet as he pushed the door open, heaving a deep sigh. He hated interviews. He walked up to the silver figure waiting for him at the end of the room. Feeling slightly stupid, he cleared his throat loudly, sure that his loud footsteps should have announced his arrival, already.The interviewer was tiny, her back turned to him, her mane of silver hair reflecting the halogens off in all directions. She turned around, and for the first time in his short life of twenty-eight years, Captain Shay felt his knees buckle. A rush of air escaped his mouth, behind his helmet as he struggled to regain his control.”Consalat, Captain!” Shay flinched. It was her! There was no doubt about it! He could recognize that voice anywhere, even after… how many years had it been since he had joined the Agmen? Twelve!”I’m Reporter Renaa from the Patibil.”He flinched again. Get a grip on yourself, he growled to himself.”Would you like to begin the interview?” she asked, istanbul travesti smiling. Shay’s heart faltered, as he nodded, stiffly.”Please have a seat,” he said, his voice gruff, gesturing to the metal chairs in the corner. As they walked over and took his seat, Shay marvelled at how she made everything feel cold and hard and dull, now that she was here. He had sat in this room, in this chair for years now – and they had felt comfortable enough. But everything about her was so warm, and soft and bright, everything else paled.”First of all, what would you like to say about the Four Hours of Armistice?”Captain Shay made a derisive sound. “It’s inconvenient, to say the least. My soldiers are getting impatient – nobody wants impatient soldiers.”He watched the disapproval on her face settle into disgust, as she clicked her recording device on and off. It made his chest pang in weird ways.”You do not agree?” he asked.”I’m sure many do not agree.””I’m istanbul travesti sure all my fellow Captains could not agree more.””Our viewers would like to know more about the people who lead them. What made you want to join the Tumult?”A bark of laughter left him. “We’ve all been part of the Tumult since the day of Occupation, Madam Rena… But, I decided to be a part of the Agmen when I was sixteen. My town was eradicated.”Her eyes widened, but she remained quiet.”We witnessed horrors… and there had to be something done, to stop them.””Is that why you decided to commit horrors yourself?” she burst out, her cheeks flushing. It made strange parts of him ache, the color in her cheeks.His eyebrows rose. She had the decency to look embarrassed.”We were just wondering… what kind of people do you have to be to – to – “”I’m as human as you are, Madam Rena!” he interrupted. “I have two eyes that see, two ears that hear… and a heart that beats istanbul travesti -“He removed his helmet, and the strangest sound wrenched itself from her chest. “Shanzian!”She lurched towards him, and pulled away at the same time, her body conflicted in the strangest way possible. Her face was wet. He reached forward and grabbed her recording device, as she let out another convulsing sob. He flicked it away, and the room was more silent than it had been in years, without its constant beeping.”How have you been?” he asked her, his voice gruffer than he had thought possible.In moments, she had launched herself at him. She clung to him, close enough to be a part of him. Sensations that he had not felt in years came back to him, everywhere she touched him. Everywhere she touched him, there were flames, there was a fire raging in that room – and no one noticed it. He breathed in her scent, his hands felt the sides of her body, revelling in their softness. Then, suddenly, she pushed away, revulsion etched on her face.”You? You are a part of this killing army?” she asked, incredulous, tears streaming down her face, unstoppable.His face grew hard. “Renny,” he stared. Another sob rolled off her chest, at the sound of that nickname. “I am part of our defence force -”

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I arrived at Keflavik International Airport in Reykjavik, Iceland from Bristol, England. It had taken a while to find my bearings and luggage. Once found I made my way to customs I gave them my passport and made sure the visa was correct. My entry was approved, they handed back my passport and I went outside to wait for the taxi. While I waited for the taxi to arrive, I froze my balls in the below-freezing temperatures. Damn, it was cold this evening and could it be crazy to come here this time of the year. Being a keen birdwatcher, sometimes I need every opportunity to watch the birds. There’s a couple of birds on the list I’ve come to see and these where the snowy owl, the ptarmigan and the gyrfalcon. I could come any time of the year to see these birds, this is the only time of year to see the ptarmigan in its winter plumage. With the white plumage and a snowy backdrop will make the perfect photo. Eventually, the taxi showed up and I was taken to the hotel ten minutes away from the airport. It wasn’t long before we got there and the driver dropped me outside the door, I paid my fare, I went inside and warmed up inside the foyer and walked over to check-in. At check-in behind the desk was a beautiful young woman, she must be in her early twenties. With shoulder-length blonde hair, deep blue eyes and a big smile. I noticed from her name tag, her name was Ingrid. “Hiya, Sir how may I help this evening?” “I’ve got a reservation under the name, Tony Robinson.” “Okey-dokey, let me check the computer.” For a few brief moments, while ankara travesti she looked, I got worried there wasn’t a reservation. I could be embarrassed if there ain’t one, luckily she came back with good news. “That’s all good sir, your rooms number twelve on the second floor, along the corridor and last door on the right. Do you need any help with your bags?” “I should be fine with my bags.” She handed me a key and I looked back before I made my way to the room, I noticed her flutter her long lashes. Had she licked her lips? Had she tried to insinuate the moment? I glanced down and noticed I sported a massive boner. Had she flirted and licked her lips at the anticipation of what’s in my pants? Due to the sheer embarrassment, I hastily disappeared into the lift. On the way up to the second floor, I thought to myself why didn’t I invite her up, stupid idiot. I had an opportunity to get laid and blew it. Damn, where’s room again, should I go back down and ask. Ahhh! That’s right, room twelve on the right along the corridor. Hastily I found the room and went inside, I glanced around there’s a king-sized bed and a minibar for a cold brew. There’s a balcony that gave perfect views, I went outside, wow! it’s beautiful I could definitely get used to this for the next fortnight. The clear night’s sky was rather romantic and I wished I had, someone, to share this moment with. The night’s sky was strewn with reds, blues and greens of the aurora borealis. I rushed back inside and grabbed my camera I wasn’t going travesti ankara to miss an opportunity for a photo. In no time I was back outside and clicked away with the camera, it’s a moment I would never forget. It’s late and I decided to call it a night, after a long day I needed some rest. I had to be up early next morning to go birdwatching, may I ask at the desk about the best places I should visit, until then I need a good nights sleep. ~~ I woke early the next morning for a long day ahead, I had a simple piece of toast before I went down to the hotel lobby. I hoped to catch Ingrid, unfortunately, I had no luck and a colleague of hers was here instead. That’s perfectly fine, they should be able to give the best advice on where I should visit. “Hi, where’s Ingrid this morning?” “I’m sorry, sir she’s not here Tuesdays. I should be of assistance with any enquires you have.” That’s fine they are all here to help. “Where’s the best places to go birdwatching here in Iceland.” I know I should have done some research before I came. “Hmm! Let me think, an hour away there’s Thingvellir National Park. That’s perfect for wildlife, hope this helps sir.” “That’s perfect, thanks for the help.” “You’re most welcome and have a nice day.” After the advice I received, I went outside and walked to the car rental. I rented a car and drove over to the national park. It had taken a good half-an-hour longer than expected to arrive at the destination, because of the weather and road conditions. I hoped it was the right place ankara travestiler when I arrived and it looked right from the signage. There’s a footpath that led away from the deserted carpark. This never surprised me, as it was winter and not many people would brave the weather at this time of the year. I could be crazy and stupid, with the great rewards it’s worth the hassle. I had worn my warmest, thickest coat and I was still cold, on my feet I had a decent pair of hiking boots that should do the job. I left a note on the dashboard in case anyone came to find me and which direction I had travelled. I walked along the footpath, with my binoculars in one hand and my camera around my neck. Something rustled in the nearby bushes and I stalked whatever it could be. My binoculars were against my eyes and I scanned the bushes, I found the bird rather quickly. Could it be I thought? Yes, it’s a ptarmigan a bird that I came to see. I set my camera up and a few minutes later I had a series of pictures. I carried on and rounded a corner, I stopped in my tracks, there’s a bird of prey on a branch two hundred yards away. With my camera, I zoomed in it looked like gyrfalcon, before I pressed the shutter it took off. I kept up and followed its every move and managed several photos before it was out of range. I walked along the footpath pleased that I had taken pictures of two out of three birds. With the snowy owl still to go and I could still see it today. That doesn’t matter if it’s not today, as there’s plenty of time. I went over the hill and several hundred yards ahead, there’s steam. Could it be a thermal spring? There are hundreds here in Iceland, I hoped to take a dip and hopefully, it ain’t too hot. Without a towel or bathing suit, I can wear my boxers and dry myself off with the snow.

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