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My name is Aria. I’m seventeen. I’m 5’4″, 125 lbs and I have Dark brown/black hair, dark melted chocolate eyes and bronze golden skin. Kind of like what you get when you toast a marshmallow, as my best friend likes to say. And I have the body of a Greek goddess, as all the other guys I know like to say. My boobs aren’t that impressive, I’m not flat, but they’re not that huge either. Like a 36C. But I’m a hip-hop dancer so that’s fine with me. I have a perfectly flat stomach, a small waist and all natural butt that would make Nicki Minaj do a double take.But enough about me. I’m going to tell you about my best friend….and how we fell in love and had amazing sex. It was in the Summer. We were having one of our regular sleep overs. And we were at his house. His parents and my mom were alright with that because they didn’t think anything would ever happen between us. And honestly? Neither did I. One night, just like countless others, I was asleep in his bed, he always insisted that whenever we had ankara escort a sleepover, whether at his house or mine, that I’d always get the bed. So there I was, fast asleep, dreaming about screwing one of my favorite choreographers, and I felt something watching me. Don’t ask me how I just…I dunno, something was telling me to get up. So I did and I saw Riven sitting right beside me, staring at me with…a fiery passion in his eye. “Riven what are doing? It’s…” I looked at the clock across the room on his desk. “Its 1am. What the hell?!” I sat up. Immediately Riven’s eyes moved to my chest. And he had a perfect view since I always slept in my bra and shorts. He bit his lip. And I felt this wave of… what was it? Heat? Anticipation? Longing? Whatever it was it pulsed through my whole body, and I had the strongest urge to feel those full luscious lips against mine. And he knew it. “You’re beautiful Aria. I’ve always thought so.” He moved closer and I realized he was only wearing ankara escort bayan boxers. He was inches away from me. His lips only centimeters from mine. I could smell him. Cinnamon with vanilla, his trademark body wash. I loved that smell. Suddenly all I wanted was to feel his lips and mine. I leaned forward and kissed him. And there we sat for about ten minutes making out, then he started easing me down on my back. He moved down and kissed my jaw, then my neck. “Mmmmm…” I shuddered under him and he bit my neck, not hard but just enough to send ripples of pleasure down my spine. He was lying between my legs now and I could feel him getting harder and harder, pressing against my sex lips. He moved lower still to my chest. He looked up, made direct eye contact and smiled that irresistibly sexy devil smile of his as he unhooked my bra. Then still making eye contact wrapped his tongue around my perky erect nipple. “Ohhhhhh yesssss,” I moaned. It felt sssoooooo gooood. “You like escort ankara that baby?” He stopped and pulled himself up so that his cock was right against my pussy. “Mmhmm. I like that. You’re making so hot. But what about your parents won’t they hear us?” I was pretty much going on the blind hope that his parents were just incredibly heavy sleepers, but even they would hear us from a floor down. At that moment, Riven decided to make me want him more. He rubbed his rock hard dick right against my pussy making me arch into his chest and and scratch his back as he did so. “Oh god, Riven baby,” he laughed. And started to move in on taking my shorts off, and my panties with them. “They won’t because they’re not here. They decided to go see a movie right after you fell asleep. And now that they’re gone, I can have you all to myself. I’ve been waiting so long for this, Aria. I’ve wanted to feel myself inside you. I’ve wanted to hear you scream my name and tell me how much you like it when I fuck you. And now I can.” He stopped wrestling with my shorts and looked directly at me. “Aria, baby, I love you.” My heart popped out of my just, my best friend, my Riven, the guy I’ve known since we were in diapers, just told me that he wanted me, that he loved me.

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Roxanna could scarcely believe it when she received a letter in the mail on that balmy May evening. It was from the dating service. No man had asked her out on a date since she split up with Jack nearly two months earlier. Roxanna eagerly tore open the envelope and read it. She couldn’t believe it! Dan—the very same Dan whose own written profile had so intrigued her—the man she seemed to keep running into without getting to know each other—had read her profile! He wanted to ask her out. Was it okay for the dating service to give Dan her phone number? Was it okay? Oh hell yes, it was more than okay! Now Roxanna again succumbed to one of her biggest problems: she thinks too much! She began to think about how she was enrolled in a ballroom dance class that would be starting soon, and she was still looking for a dance partner. She recalled that Dan’s profile, which she had read so often that she had practically memorized it, said that he liked ballroom dancing. Dan didn’t know it, but he had actually danced with Roxanna once before. So Roxanna now convinced herself that Dan was merely responding to her ad for a dance partner, in the dating service’s newsletter. She was certain now that he didn’t, he couldn’t, want to date her! Roxanna couldn’t allow herself to believe that a man she found to be interesting, might actually be interested in her, too. That was almost too much for Roxanna to hope for. So it was safer for Roxanna’s fragile heart, to let herself believe that Dan was simply responding to her ad for a dance partner. There was less chance of her getting hurt if Roxanna didn’t allow herself to get her hopes up. Just in case Dan’s apparent interest in her wasn’t genuine. Roxanna wanted more from Dan than just being his dance partner. But now the pendulum of her mind swung back the other way again: maybe dancing with him again would be the first step toward her goal of a relationship with him. So, was it okay to give Dan her phone number? Are they kidding? She couldn’t call the dating service quickly enough, to tell them to tell Dan yes. A definite, resounding YES! Roxanna even wrote a short note for the dating service to give to Dan. And she personally dropped off that note at the dating service the very next morning, before going to work. She asked her dating counselor to mail the note to Dan, along with her acceptance of the offer to date her. *** Dan waited a week for a response from Roxanna. Would this amazing woman, who seemed to be his ideal match in every way, actually agree to date him? It seemed like the longest week in Dan’s life. But then a letter came in the mail. It was from the dating service. It contained a hand-written note that said simply “call me.” It was signed Roxanna, and had a phone number. Her note was so simple, and so direct. Dan liked when a woman was simple and direct. When she says what she means. A rare woman indeed, who doesn’t beat around the bush or try to play mind games. So Dan called her. Roxanna wasn’t home. So Dan left a message on her answering machine. He left his home phone number, and asked her to call him back. By that time, Roxanna had already found another partner for her dance class. Yet she had made it clear to this partner that it would be dancing only. That she wasn’t interested in a relationship with her dance partner. Maybe somewhere deep in the back of her mind, Roxanna had told her new dance partner to keep it strictly platonic, just so she would be free to start a relationship with Dan. The man whose written profile she just kept reading and re-reading. But now that she had a dance partner, Roxanna’s mind was at a loss for a new pretext for daring Dan. So she called Dan back. And of course, she got his answering machine. Having worked her mind into total confusion about what she wanted to do, Roxanna left Dan a very curt, almost hostile message: “I’ve already found a partner for my dance class. But thanks for thinking of me.” The next evening, when she returned home from work, Roxanna found another message on her answering machine. It was from Dan again. “I didn’t call you to be your partner in a dance class. I’m already enrolled a ballroom dance class, and I’m not looking to join another one. I found and read your profile, and I’m very interested in you. I want to ask you out on a date.” Roxanna thought about it. She had found a lot about Dan to like. And they had kept crossing paths without actually kocaeli escort introducing themselves to each other. But Roxanna worried about that damned antique car of his. Would he, could he, be more interested in her than in his classic car? Oh, why did her damned mind have to think so much, and talk her out of what she was feeling? First she had convinced herself that he was he was only interested in a dance partner. Now his car was her excuse. She was just about to give up on Dan before she even started with him. Still, Roxanna thought, Dan couldn’t be any worse than her last few dates. And if it didn’t work out, so what? If Dan doesn’t turn out to be Mister Right after all, Roxanna wasn’t really looking for a long-term relationship right now anyway. Or so she tried to convince herself. The next day, Roxanna called Dan again. They finally got to talk to each other in person. Not just one answering machine to another. “I couldn’t believe you asked me out,” Roxanna began. “I’ve read your profile about a hundred times. I’ve always found it fascinating. You seem to be so much like me. My kindred soul. But I was afraid to contact you.” “For heaven’s sake,” Dan laughed, bewildered. “Why should you be afraid to contact me?” “Every time I’ve made the first move and asked a guy out,” Roxanna explained, “it has never worked out. So all I could do was wait and hope that you would one day read my profile, and you would ask me out. And now you have!” Roxanna was so genuinely happy now. “So does that mean you’ll go out with me?” Roxanna replied with the most enthusiastic yes that Dan had ever heard in her life. They spent about three hours on the phone that night, talking about absolutely everything. They discussed how they share an interest in history, and in ballroom dancing. How they’re both single parents to adopted children. They talked extensively about his adopted daughter, Caroline. And about her adopted son, Bobby. About the challenges of raising an adopted child as a single parent. After three hours on the phone, what more was there to talk about? But the next night, Dan called Roxanna, and they talked for another 3 or 4 hours. “I enjoyed the light humor you put into your profile,” Dan told her. “I loved your pun on kissing frogs to find a prince. What was it you wrote?” “I appreciate the toad in every prince.” “That’s cute. And funny!” “Thank you, Dan. So tell me, are you more toad or more prince?” “You’ll have to go out with me to find that out, Roxanna!” Dan laughed. “I’m amazed at how many interests we seem to have in common,” Dan continued. “We both enjoy jazz and classical music, for example.” “We even have almost the same birthday,” Roxanna replied. “I read your profile. And your birthday is…” “Yes, I know,” Dan interrupted. “Just a week after yours. I noticed that coincidence, Roxanna.” “I’d like to get to know you…and your son,” Dan continued. In the course of their conversation, Roxanna casually mentioned a discipline problem she was having with her 8-year-old son Bobby. Dan surprised her by telling her that he once had that exact same problem with his 14-year-old adopted daughter Caroline, when she was about that same age that Bobby is now. Dan told Roxanna how he had handled it. “It’s a phase that they outgrow,” Dan reassured her. For the first time, Roxanna relaxed and really felt comfortable talking to Dan. Soon, Roxanna was telling Dan about her own childhood, and he was telling her about his. Then they drifted into all sorts of other subjects. Soon, they had been on the phone for another two hours. The next night, Dan called Roxanna again. He told her about a problem he was having at work. Roxanna told him about a problem she was having at her own job. Roxanna joked about being a woman with a career, not a career woman. Dan’s comments showed Roxanna that he was really listening to her, without being a jerk by offering an over-simplified solution to her problems. As so many men seem to do. Again, their conversation wandered into a wide array of topics. And again they talked for more than two hours. Dan and Roxanna spoke on the phone all night every night, about each other’s philosophies, raising children, her childhood, his childhood, past relationships, their jobs, anything and everything. These long phone calls to each other now became a nightly ritual. Roxanna couldn’t wait to get home from work and talk to kocaeli escort bayan Dan. Hearing Dan’s deep, masculine voice always made Roxanna’s heart race a little, while at the same time paradoxically making her feel calm and relaxed. His mellow voice put her into a contented swoon, washing away all her cares of work and single motherhood. Yet the sound of his voice was so sexy, so exciting. The things Dan told her convinced Roxanna that she had at last found a true gentleman, a real rarity in today’s world. Dan found Roxanna to be smart, charming, funny, and a very compatible personality to his own. She seemed to be a very open and giving personality. Yet she told him that when someone crossed her, she would and did “chew them up and spit them out”. This sounded terrific to Dan: Roxanna was warm, loving, and giving when it was reciprocal. Yet she was able to stand up for herself and not get pushed around by life, or by the jerks one so often encounters in life. They kept up these nightly phone calls for two months. Dan liked that Roxanna took a genuine interest in what he had to say. And he enjoyed listening to every detail of what she told him about herself and her life. Dan found himself racing home from work every evening. Because he could hardly wait to get home and start one of their all-night conversations. Talking with Roxanna was the highlight of Dan’s day, each and every day. He had never felt this strongly about a woman before. And as far as he knew, they had yet to meet in person! “My parents have the most amazing, loving relationship,” Dan told Roxanna one night. “Even after 48 years together. Always holding hands. Giving each other loving, sweet little pats so full of deep, hidden, secretive meaning, while she washes dishes and he dries them, every night after dinner. “My parents even still buy each other gifts for no reason,” Dan continued. “They tell each other these gifts are ‘just because I love you.’ When I was growing up, my parents went out for dinner and dancing every Saturday night, leaving my brothers and me with baby-sitters. They still have their Saturday-night dates, even now! For as long as I can remember, I’ve longed to find that kind of relationship for myself.” “I’d like a relationship like that, too,” Roxanna whispered. “I joined the dating service looking for something just like what you describe. But,” she sighed, “I have yet to find anything even remotely like the relationship you say your parents have, Dan.” Roxanna wondered to herself whether the apple might not fall far from the tree. Whether Dan would be the kind of loving and considerate man that he described his father to be. “For most of my life,” Dan continued, “women hardly ever noticed me. And I seem to always be nervous and shy around women.” “You don’t seem to be having any trouble talking to me,” Roxanna pointed out. Dan realized she was right. Roxanna was one of the first women he’d ever known who didn’t make him all tongue-tied. “Do you know the song You Can’t Hurry Love?” Dan asked her. Then he began to sing it to her over the phone, in his deeply sexy baritone voice. “Yes, I know that song,” Roxanna sighed. “Unfortunately, I know it all too well! What about it?” “Well,” Dan replied, “that song could be the story of my life.” “Mine, too,” Roxanna agreed, sighing. “I’ve often wondered how long I must wait.” A long pause. “Why is love so hard to find, Dan?” “I’m not sure. But I think my problem with girls started very young,” Dan explained. “I went through the usual boyhood strangeness of thinking girls were yucky, they had cooties, and so on. I don’t know why young boys think like that.” “Boys don’t have an exclusive on that!” Roxanna laughed. “As a little girl, I thought boys were as slimy as worms.” “Most boys are!” Dan laughed. “Anyway, I guess I was unusual. Because somewhere in the back of my mind, I also always had enormous respect for women, and for their intelligence. Probably because my mother had a Bachelor’s degree in radio broadcasting. And my maternal grandmother had a Ph.D. in pharmacology. Grandma even used to own her own neighborhood pharmacy store. Mom and grandma were both very smart, and I looked up to them enormously!” “So you really prefer smart women?” Roxanna asked. “I guess so,” Dan replied. “One girl I grew up with from kindergarten through fourth grade was very smart, and I admired that about her. But she seemed izmit escort to have a somewhat superior attitude. She never really seemed to accept my offered friendship I’ve always been shy, and it wasn’t easy for me to offer my friendship to anyone. Least of all to a ‘yucky girl!’ So I took her rejection of my friendship fairly hard.” “So,” Roxanna asked. “When did you first start dating girls?” “Well, I don’t think you could call it dating,” Dan pondered. “But it was the first time I started really noticing girls. I celebrated my birthday aboard a cruise ship. As my family and I were boarding the ship, I met and had an instant rapport with this cute brunette girl who was a year old than me. I was the son of a factory worker, and traveling second class. She was the daughter of a doctor, and traveling first class. So we were from different worlds. But there was an instant chemistry. We went everywhere on the ship during our five days together. ” “A real ship-board romance, eh?” Roxanna laughed. “She snuck me into first class,” Dan continued, “where I technically wasn’t supposed to be. But it wasn’t like I had a big sign on me saying Second Class. So who was going to know? We found a secluded stairwell to talk. She told me her father was a doctor. Then she asked me, all giggly, if I had ever played doctor. Having lived a fairly-sheltered middle-class life, I didn’t even know what that meant.” “So did she explain what that meant?” “She didn’t exactly tell me!” Dan stammered, feeling himself blush at the memory. “More like she showed me. Right there in the stairwell, she undressed herself. Completely! And she showed me things I’d never seen before. “Then she helped me take my clothes off. She seemed fascinated to see what a boy looks like. And I have to admit, it fascinated me to see how different a girl was ‘down there’ than I was. But I was still too inexperienced with girls, and with life in general, to really understand anything about that. It was just mostly a curiosity. There was no touching or anything. Just looking. The whole encounter lasted maybe five minutes, if that. We spent a lot of time together through the whole five-day cruise. But we never saw each other again after the cruise ended.” Dan paused. “I really shouldn’t have told you that story.” “Why not?” Roxanna asked. “I just don’t want you to think I’m a sex fiend or anything.” “Are you a sex fiend?” Roxanna laughed. “No,” Dan admitted. “Technically, I’m still a virgin.” “Technically?” Roxanna wondered. “Well, I’ve never taken it further than oral sex.” “.I don’t understand. You’ve had oral sex but you’re still a virgin at 40? How did that happen?” “I was in college,” Dan explained. “I was 19, and just like the girl on the cruise ship, my college girlfriend was a year older than me. She and I had kissed. A lot! But we had never done anything more than that…not yet. I often told her I respected her way too much to ever do anything that might make her feel uncomfortable around me. “Then one day,” Dan continued, “We both had the day off from school. I went over to her parent’s place. At 20, she still lived with her folks…and I still lived with my parents, too. But it was daytime, so her parents were both at work. They wouldn’t be home for hours.” “Uh-oh!” Roxanna laughed. “Sounds like the perfect setup for getting naughty!” “I guess it was. Because we sat on the edge of her bed and watched the noon news together on TV. We kissed again, as we so often had.” “All alone in a girl’s bedroom, Dan? And all you did was kiss her?” “At first. But then she asked me quite sweetly if I wanted to take it further. “And you said no?” Roxanna asked skeptically, remembering that Dan claimed to still be a ‘technical’ virgin at 40. “I told her quite honestly that I really wanted to save that for the girl I would marry.” “Wasn’t she mad that you rejected her advances, Dan? I think I would have felt insulted!” “No. Not really. Actually, she smiled and told me, ‘No problem. There are other things we can do.’ I was only 19 and I really didn’t know what she meant. She was 20, and she was more sophisticated about such things than I was. “That’s when my girlfriend lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties,” Dan continued. “She instructed me to put my face between her thighs, and she gently guided me about what to do. “That was when I first discovered,” Dan confessed, “That I genuinely enjoy the sight, the smell, and the taste of pussy. The feeling of a woman gushing onto my face.” “You’re making that up!” Roxanna laughed. “What do you mean?” Dan was slightly hurt that Roxanna doubted his honesty. “There’s no such thing as a female orgasm!” Roxanna replied adamantly.

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Paulina couldn’t keep her eyes off him, though he could tell she tried to be discreet. Her face looked wooden, pale, but her eyes…those black orbs glittered full of poison, hatred…there was so much malice in those eyes. During dinner, Daniel regaled them with tales of his many trips around the world, searching for budding new musicians and singers. North Star Records dealt mainly with non-mainstream music. What they lacked in the way of famous pop recording artists, they made up for in an abundance of renowned orchestras and symphonies as well as single artists and singers. “I’d like to branch out and expand our repertoire. It’s the reason my people have been in contact with your representative,” Daniel was saying as he dabbed at his lips with a crisp white napkin. He grinned at Gabriel, his light brown eyes twinkling. “I promise not to mix tonight with business, but later on I cannot promise anything.” Gabriel tried to smile back at him. Lifting one corner of his lip was almost too much effort. “Ah,” Paulina finally spoke up, her eyes boring into Gabriel’s, “what type of instrument do you play?’ Gabriel leaned back in his chair, his chin lifting fractionally, “I play keyboard, any string instruments, and percussion.” The woman’s eyes flicked over him coldly, “Oh, so you read music?” Daniel chuckled. “He reads and composes, mother.” Gabriel narrowed his eyes at her, almost tempted to add that he could add and subtract too. Mikayla snorted, “Mother made us take music lessons when we were younger. It was just so boring. I’d rather just listen.” Gabriel focused on Abigail. “Do you play anything?” Before she could answer, Paulina stated, “Abigail is quite an accomplished pianist. Naturally not quite as talented as my son, Daniel, but it is a joy to listen to her.” Abigail blushed under his scrutiny. Mikayla only rolled her eyes and sulked, her eyes darting from him to her sister. “She also has a lovely singing voice,” Marjorie Brown added with an indulgent smile at her eldest daughter. Abigail began to imperceptibly shake her head, but her mother pressed on, “perhaps later, she can allow us the pleasure to hear her perform something.” Abigail’s mouth opened in dismay, her eyes imploring her mother. “That sounds like a great idea,” Gabriel said, his eyes never leaving Abigail’s face. When Paulina cleared her throat, he reluctantly glance her way. Whereas before, the woman’s expression was devoid of any outward emotion, now, her lips were pressed together tightly and her brows much lower over her eyes. Gabriel cocked his head at her, daring her to say anything about his obvious display of interest in Abigail. “Mother,” Daniel began, steel in his tone, “Gabriel has asked Marjorie for Abigail’s hand.” Paulina slammed her napkin down on the table. All the females started in their seats. Abigail lowered her eyes to her folded hands in her lap, Mikayla sat back, her eyes keenly interested in what her future mother-in-law was about to say, and Marjorie had her hands clasped against her chest, her eyes staring beseechingly at Paulina. Paulina remained silent a long while, just glaring at Gabriel. She finally sat back in her chair, spine completely stiff and straight, and lips pursed. “And how do you feel about this, Abigail?’ Gabriel’s attention flew to Abigail’s face, his fists tightening to either side of his plate. She looked at him over the rims of her glasses, the sweet red hue covering her cheeks intensifying. Whatever she saw in his face made her cringe more. Damn. “Well,” she began, her voice so soft and low it was a miracle if those sitting at the opposite end of the table even heard her, “we still haven’t discussed this fully.” Paulina’s blistering gaze swung back to Gabriel before going back to Abigail. “I thought you were seeking a religious vocation?” “Well,” Gabriel interrupted, a tad scathingly, “now she’s obviously found something better.” Paulina’s cold gaze settled on him once more, her nose lifting infinitesimally. “You consider yourself better than God?” Gabriel grinned, but didn’t answer. Paulina’s eyes narrowed a bit. Dinner trudged on with various courses. Each plate had a minute amount of food, artfully arranged on the Montenegro estate’s fine porcelain china. A second bottle of wine that probably cost more than a hundred grand was opened like nothing. Gabriel wrinkled his nose at the silver cup of sherbet he was being served. He’d change all of this crap for a heaping plate of his grandmother’s cooking. They’d gone through four courses and he was still starving. Abigail was nibbling at her food. She took dainty little bites and chewed, lips sealed tight, eyes on her plate. He thought of the kiss he’d given her. Seeing the horrified look on Mikayla’s face had pleased him. He felt bad for his idiot half brother. He’d never been engaged or had a formal girlfriend, but the day he did, he’d be pissed if the chick fucked around behind his back. His eyes focused on Abigail’s soft lips. That kiss…she’d been so hesitant…so shocked. Fuck. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear it might have been her first. Jesus Christ. That was impossible. She was in her mid twenties. First kisses were for preteens and high schoolers. Where the hell had these people had this chick stashed away? Ah…the convent. Jesus. Leaning back as they cleared away his fourth dish and brought a fifth, he huffed a sigh of frustration. She was too innocent for the likes of him. His first woman had been older—a sexually ravenous freak who’d taken advantage of his young stamina while he was in his teens. That lasted for a long time until the band started taking off, and then bursa escort she’d turned into a jealous psycho. He frowned down at his steak as he cut into it angrily. Okay, he was getting off point here. There was nothing between him and Abigail. He wasn’t sure why he’d kept up the pretense there was something between them…why he’d kissed her. He smirked. Fine. He’d kissed her because he wanted to antagonize Mikayla and Abigail looked totally kissable shivering at the sight of him. Hell, that alone had been quite a turn on. Chicks always pounced on him. They didn’t flush beguilingly and look at him as if he were a great big hungry panther and they a succulent little mouse. Abigail’s wide blue eyes rose to his shyly. Her flush intensified as her lashes fluttered over her cheeks. He hardened in his pants. Interesting reaction. Completely stupid too. He finally tore his gaze from her and concentrated on finishing this unsatisfying dinner. The butler poured him another glass of wine and he gulped it down, uncaring that he’d just swallowed a mouth full of something that probably cost more than his treasured Fatboy outside. The torture continued for an hour more until they finally stood and proceeded to the main parlor. The room was enormous, two stories high with glass panes looking out to vast gardens and a view of the setting sun. A balcony hugged the front and left side of the room, giving a glimpse of the second floor to one of the manor’s various wings. The white marble floors gleamed beneath an array of sumptuous rugs. Expensive art hung on almost every wall and vases filled with blooming flowers decorated almost every table. The large fireplace, only one of the breath taking focal points in the room, had an arrangement of red roses bursting within. Paulina excused herself a moment as Daniel sat at the Steinway and played an impressive piece for all of them. Gabriel sat on the edge of the cream-colored leather couch and waited. So far, the subject he’d wanted to broach had been cautiously avoided, due to the presence of the Brown women. Gabriel was anxious to speak with Paulina and Daniel though. He wanted to see Paulina Montenegro’s reaction when she found out his father had left him half of everything. Everything—fucking halfsies! He wasn’t remotely interested in the obscene amount of wealth around him. He’d still continue to live in his beach house, but he was interested in starting some kind of charity for homeless people and maybe free music schools for young kids in the city. So much more could be done with all this wealth than pamper this pack of wolves around him. His eyes fell on Abigail again. She was different. She wasn’t like them. He could see it in her eyes and the way she acted. Pop Tart was a simple girl with simple tastes. Christ. A sane man could lose his heart to a sweet girl like her. He could almost imagine her wearing one of his shirts at the house, walking barefoot out onto the back deck that overlooks the beach. Her hair would be loose, the breeze toying with its golden waves. He’d entice her into the woven hammock he had tied beneath a cluster of coconut trees near the glass doors to his bedroom. He’d kiss her again, feel the satin texture of her pretty legs, press his chest against the softness of hers, feel her nipples harden into sharp little points against him. Light clapping had him tearing his gaze from Abigail to look at Daniel. He’d finished his fancy piece. Not bad playing. Now he wanted to see the man play something from Dreamtheater. Gabriel snickered at the ridiculousness of it. Daniel was watching him, and his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. Why was he so touchy? Did he not like the way Gabriel devoured his spurned ex with his eyes? Daniel might have been stupid enough to drop Abigail for Mikayla, but Gabriel didn’t have a stupid bone in his body. Pop Tart was going to be his. Paulina swept into the room as Daniel stood. “If you ladies will excuse us, my mother and I would like to speak with Gabriel in the study.” *** Abigail didn’t dare look at him anymore. Good Lord! The man had stared at her almost all during dinner. He alternated between predatory observations of her every movement to volatile glares at auntie Paulina. Abigail had decided the best thing to do was simply not look anymore…at anyone. Keep her head low and escape the first possible opportunity. She was still reeling about him announcing their engagement. Why? Why was he doing this? Why had he chosen her to sacrifice? She didn’t deserve to be treated this way—a pawn to whatever Machiavellian scheme he was plotting. What Mikayla had done was deplorable, of course, but now he was involving the rest of the family. Daniel was keenly interested in signing his band onto North Star Records. Auntie Paulina, though she appeared neutral on the subject, would most likely not agree. She hated what she termed as the devil’s music. Abigail had even seen her look of extreme displeasure when Daniel mentioned that Gabriel’s band was called Diavolo—devil in Italian. Abigail wondered about that. Why had they picked that name? She shuddered. Perhaps they were devil worshipers. Oh-holy-mother-of-God! She’d kissed a devil worshiper! She peeked up from beneath lashes to see Gabriel, Daniel, and her aunt walk toward the study adjacent to the living room. Gabriel’s shoulders were broad, his dark hair coming just between his shoulder blades. Though dressed like a Hell’s Angel, he looked authoritative, imposing. This charade had to end. She needed to leave. Go back to Italy and the safety of the convent before she lost her soul. The devil bursa escort bayan with the feline green eyes and midnight hair would certainly tempt her into a life of debauchery. Oh, she would resist, but still, she feared his arduous charm would eventually overwhelm her. She wasn’t accustomed to being accosted by men. She wasn’t accustomed to men-period! Brutal fingers gripping her arm and hauling her up snapped her out of her dismal pensive mood. Her mother and sister flanked her and drew her out onto the terrace. “What is the meaning of this?” her mother demanded swinging her about to face her. Mikayla stood almost between them, her eyes blazing. Abigail cringed and gulped. “Um…well…we’re engaged…I guess.” Marjorie opened her mouth, but Mikayla cut in enraged, “that’s bullshit! You never even knew of Gabriel’s existence until last week.” Abigail was out of words or ideas to explain. Anger surfaced now. She wasn’t one to lie and that was what she was being forced to do…all this to protect Daniel from being hurt by Mikayla’s behavior. “Fine,” Abigail finally snapped. “If you want to know the truth, he threatened to spill all to Daniel.” Abigail stepped into Mikayla’s personal space and continued despite her sister’s defiant glare, “He’ll tell Daniel and probably aunt Paulina all about your illicit affair. He might even take your shame as far as the media. Everyone will know how you’ve cuckolded poor Daniel,” she finished on a sob. Her mother gasped, horrified as she stared from one daughter to the other. Mikayla lifted her nose, “he wouldn’t dare.” Abigail clenched her teeth as her sister smirked at her. “I knew he wouldn’t be interested in you.” She laughed, her eyes flicking over Abigail with insulting superiority. “As if.” Abigail felt her eyes smart with the onset of tears, but she refused to let herself seem weak before her much prettier sister. There were more important things than outward beauty, and Abigail had never been vain in her life anyway. Marjorie Brown grabbed Mikayla’s arm and yanked her around. “Listen here, young lady—“ “Ow,” Mikayla complained with a pout, trying to wrench her arm from her mother’s vise grip. Marjorie would not relent though. She went nose to nose with a now cringing Mikayla and hissed, “I have been living with Paulina Montenegro for many years now. I’ve sacrificed my life to remain by her and am not going to let you ruin all that for me, you little tramp.” Abigail’s eyes widened. Mikayla sputtered. Marjorie continued, clearly not done with her tirade, “you seduced and tempted Daniel between your legs, took him from your sister, now you keep him.” “I never seduced him and, for your information, we’ve never fucked. Daniel is too uptight and antiquated to manage such a feat. That’s why I went after Gabe. A girl needs a good fuck every once in a blue to stay sane.” Abigail grimaced. Her mother winced and released Mikayla’s arm in disgust. Mikayla only laughed. “Look at you two. The saint and the old maid—“ Her mother sputtered. “I will not permit you to disrespect me—“ “Oh, stuff-it, lady,” she sneered, turning on her heel to flounce off. Marjorie rubbed her temples, eyes closed in frustration. Abigail wringed her fingers. She wanted to leave. This was not her mess…but…poor Daniel. There had to be a way to convince Gabriel to back down. He was famous and had to have hoards of women following him. Why was he so obsessed with Mikayla? Why was he so angry with her deception? “So he’s using you?” her mother asked folding her arms over her chest. “He said he wanted revenge.” Marjorie’s eyes widened. “Revenge? Just because Mikayla…but that’s absurd.” “I know, mother. I don’t understand myself.” Her mother sieved a well-manicured hand through her bob and took a few steps toward the outdoor fireplace. “He can’t. If word of this becomes public…” She turned around suddenly, eyes wild, “We’ll be ridiculed. Your aunt won’t stand for this. She’ll throw me out and I have nothing, Abigail.” Abigail turned her face away, unwilling to hear her mother’s rant again. “You talk to that man, Abby. Dissuade him from this scandalous pursuit. Make him listen to the voice of reason.” Abigail closed her eyes as her mother took her hands and squeezed. “I’ll try, mother. I promise.” “Abigail, I know you’ve always been a good girl, darling, but perhaps in this instance you need to leave your piousness aside and take a more…drastic measure to insure this man forgets your sister and her promiscuousness.” Abigail blinked her tears back, staring at her mother in disappointment. “You want me to lose my virginity to keep you from becoming destitute?” Her mother dropped her hands in angered exasperation. “Really, Abigail, I cannot believe you’ve taken your antiquated beliefs this far. I know a woman shouldn’t delve in immoral behavior, but you’re almost in your thirties for Christ’s sake. Surely, at least one lover wouldn’t have been frowned upon even for curiosity’s sake.” Abigail gaped at her mother. Her own mother was telling her she should…Oh, it was too horrifying to contemplate. She turned away, unable to bear the shame of looking at her any longer. “I’ll do the best I can,” she repeated in a dead tone, even to her own ears. Her mother squeezed her shoulders and kissed her cheek. “I am relying on you, sweetheart.” She heard her mother’s footsteps fade away and she was now alone on the terrace. A warm breeze caressed her, played with her loose hair. Reaching back, she gripped the loose ends and sighed. Her hair-tie was somewhere out in the front entry. Her life was slowly coming apart. First, Daniel had fallen escort bursa for Mikayla instead of her. Her heart had been so broken, she’d actually become physically ill for days. Always having been a bit too rounded in the hips and thighs, she lost so much weight her college professors had asked her if she was sick. As the time passed, she’d been content to imagine Daniel happy. It was all that mattered. Love wished no ill and she certainly didn’t begrudge Daniel his happiness, though she was completely broken inside. And now this. Gabriel. He had to be dealt with. He needed to go. She would not allow dear sweet Daniel to suffer because of the wiles of two selfish people. *** Gabriel sipped his glass of cognac, his eyes never leaving Paulina’s face. Daniel went on about the benefits of branching out their genres of music to expand their recording enterprise. “What do you think, Gabriel?” Daniel was saying. Daniel was quiet a moment before leaning back in his armchair and crossing his ankle over his knee. “That sounds reasonable, but I leave those kinds of discussions to my band manager. My real purpose for coming here has nothing to do with Diavolo.” Daniel nodded and sat back in his chair too, his shoulders squaring out. He looked into his own glass of liquor as if for inspiration. “And to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?” Paulina asked, one brow lifted. Gabriel reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and retrieved a copy of one of his father’s letters to his grandmother. He stood and sauntered over to her. Those black eyes scanned him thoroughly, embarrassingly thorough. He tossed the letter unceremoniously onto Paulina’s lap and stood before her, hands on hips. Paulina, her elbows resting on the arms of her chair, pressed her fingers together forming a steeple. Her eyes stared at the letter as her lips tightened into a frown. Gabriel’s patience was wearing thin when she simply said nothing for the longest time. Finally, she raised her head and stared at him fully again. “How much do you want?” Gabriel frowned at her. “I don’t want your filthy money.” Her lips twitched, almost smiling. “You look like you need it. How is my mother? Is she still alive?” Rage detonated in Gabriel’s heart. Were she not a woman he would have slugged her. As it was, he barely restrained himself from throttling her anyway. “Anna Maria Arroyo is alive and well,” he hissed. A brief flicker of emotion, a blink, and it was gone, too fleeting to gage or ponder. Paulina just nodded. “She favored your mother always over me. Blamed me for what happened, though I was nothing more than a victim.” She blinked innocent eyes up at him, but he knew better. Gabriel snorted. “Victim? I read her diary. I know exactly what happened.” Paulina’s face went red with rage. She stood, letter in hand and faced Gabriel, shoulders back and hands fisted. “Lies. She couldn’t bear knowing Daniel preferred me after all, and did her best to lure him away.” Just as Gabriel was about to give her a scathing retort, Daniel stepped in. “This is all terribly misfortunate, but rehashing the past cannot fix the damage already done. Mother, Gabriel is in his right to feel angry over this situation. He grew up without our prestigious name and all it entails. Had my father been alive, I’m sure he would have rectified this situation.” “This situation has no rectification except to put a price on it,” Paulina spat, her eyes blazing as she looked from Daniel to Gabriel. “And, as for this,” she shook the envelope in front of them before striding to the fireplace in the study. “This is what I think of this rubbish.” Daniel made a sound of dismay as he darted forward, even too late, to rescue the smoldering letter from the flames of the hearth. Gabriel gripped his shoulders to halt Daniel’s momentum, his eyes on Paulina’s smug face though. “Don’t worry about it. It was just a copy.” Paulina’s smug expression slipped a bit. “State once and for all what you want and then kindly leave my home.” “Mother,” Daniel snapped, expression scandalized. Gabriel released Daniel and stood straighter. What did he want? Certainly not to just walk out and leave this bitch here, pleased with herself. “Well for starters,” he began crossing his arms back over his chest, “I want what my father intended me to have.” He stepped closer to Paulina. She stood her ground and tossed her head back defiantly. “Half,” Gabriel spit out. Her eyes literally glowed with rage. “Over my dead body,” she answered through gritted teeth. “That could be arranged,” Gabriel seethed before Daniel stepped in and pushed them apart. “Enough,” Daniel barked. Paulina looked like a snake about to strike. “You heard him. He had the audacity to threaten me. I should call the authorities.” “Go ahead,” Gabriel dared. “I can almost hear the paparazzi that followed me here buzzing overhead. They’d certainly love to see a line of cop cars pulling up outside. It’ll be a great intro for my tell-all interview.” Her eyes widened and face grew pale. “You are an abomination.” Gabriel just laughed in her face. “Let’s discuss this in a civilized manner, shall we?” Daniel said, adjusting his tie. He looked at his mother angrily. “I do not want to judge, but I think Gabriel is owed some sort of recompense for all that has happened. It couldn’t hurt to allow him to learn the ropes at the company and perhaps even be part of the board.” Paulina made a disgusted sound and stepped around them. “Do whatever you want.” Gabriel watched her stalk out of the study, enraged that she’d backed off. He wanted to continue to tear away at her. Let her see that as much as she’d tried to come between his father and mother, their love had been too strong. He was the proof of that. Daniel was clearing his throat. “Forgive my mother. She’s a very strong willed woman.” “Forgive her? Did you read through that diary?” Gabriel said incredulously.

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It was late by the time we served everyone and cleaned up. This had been the busiest Christmas Eve I’d seen in the ten years I’d been volunteering at the shelter. Between the unusual number of people seeking shelter from the storm, and the volunteers who couldn’t make it because of bad roads, those of us who did make it, had to work doubly hard to see everybody fed. I myself had considered not coming, when I’d seen the road conditions, but my truck was good in the snow and even after ten years, I still couldn’t face spending Christmas Eve at home without Kate. Kate loved Christmas, every year when December rolled around, she was like a kid again. The first Christmas after our marriage, she had decorated our little two room dump of an apartment above my uncle’s garage like it was Santa’s own home. There were lights and tinsel and ribbons everywhere and, of course, a tree far too large for the tiny living room/dining room/kitchen. We ate dinner standing at the counter for a month because there wasn’t room for our small kitchen table. I didn’t mind though, it was worth it to see my Kate so happy. Every Christmas morning, no matter what I got her, even those early years when I couldn’t afford to get her the gift she really deserved, she would rip the paper off and squeal with delight at whatever was inside. But, I think the thing she took the most joy in, was not in receiving, but in making others happy with what she gave. Each year, as I opened her gift to me, she would sit, almost trembling, with anticipation as I peeled away the brightly colored paper. I always took my time just to draw out the anticipation and tease her a little, I loved seeing her so excited. It never mattered what she gave me, seeing her like that was better than any gift I could have received. Once we had progressed a little in life, and could afford it, she started a new tradition, one I continue to this day. She would find needy families and we would provide a wonderful Christmas for them. Every year, I bursa escort would tell her how much we could afford and every year, she would spend more than that. I never minded though, seeing the excitement and joy on her lovely face as we delivered the families’ Christmas gifts, was worth whatever she spent. Our last Christmas together, she was up to five families, I had to rent two moving trucks to deliver everything on Christmas Eve. She was so excited as we drove from house to house, I thought she might actually burst. It was the first time since her diagnosis, months earlier, that I forgot she was sick. In fact, the entire month of December, she showed no symptoms at all. It was truly a magical month for me. After everything was delivered, we would return home and sit by the fire, sipping her special recipe egg nog and watching A Christmas Carol. Afterwards, we would make our way to the bedroom for a little, what she liked to call, jingle balling. Once in the bedroom, she would peel off her clothes and surprise me with sexy new Christmas lingerie. She always said Santa made it only for girls on the nicely naughty list. My first Christmas without her, I didn’t put up any decorations. I tried, but when I went to get her decorations from the basement, I was overcome and had to close the door and walk away. I didn’t feel like doing all of the shopping and wrapping and everything for needy families, but I knew how much it had meant to her, and how disappointed she would be if I didn’t continue the tradition. So I did it anyway. After I delivered everything that Christmas Eve, for the first time since her death, I felt a little joy, knowing I had honored her memory. I couldn’t face the rest of the evening at home without her and passing the shelter as I drove aimlessly, I pulled in and started my new tradition. I was happy this Christmas Eve, between the late hour and all the extra work, sleep would come quickly and I wouldn’t spend long sleepless hours missing her. bursa escort bayan Bitter cold and driving snow stung my face as I trudged to my truck. It had snowed at least another foot since I’d arrived, and with the wind it was beginning to drift. I started the the truck and let it warm up while I cleared the snow off the windshield, the wind was bitterly cold and, despite wearing ski gloves, my hands were numb before I was through. As I started to pull out, I noticed Ashley, one of the other volunteers, the snow was piled higher than the hood of her car and it was clearly going nowhere. I had seen Ashley at the shelter a few times before. She was a college student home for the holidays. I had only spoken to her a few times, but she seemed like a lovely young girl with a serious, but cheerful demeanor. I stopped and got out. “I don’t think you’re going anywhere in that,” I said, squinting at the snow being blown into my face. “Come on, I’ll give you a lift home.” “Thanks! Come on Phil!” she hollered, waving her arm. I looked over in surprise as Phil ran around the car, I hadn’t seen her there. The two girls hurried to the passenger door as I climbed back in the truck. Phil climbed in first, sitting next to me. I had never seen her before tonight and assumed she was probably a friend of Ashely’s from college. We pulled out of the parking lot and Ashley directed me toward her parent’s house. The roads were bad, even the ones that had been plowed had six to eight inches of snow on them. Ashley’s house wasn’t far, but it was slow going on the slick roads. “Thanks so much, Randy. I don’t know what we’d have done if you hadn’t been there to save us,” Ashley said as I turned on Main Street, “My car would never have made it through this.” “Not a problem,” I answered, “Just glad I saw you there before I left.” “Yeah, we’d have been stuck there till the spring thaw,” Phil said, slapping her hand on my thigh, “I’d have had to eat Ashley to survive,” she laughed. “What escort bursa makes you think you’re the one who’d be doing the eating? Maybe I’d have had to eat you,” Ashley protested. Phil shook her head, “Nah, I’m the survivor, you’re definitely the one who gets eaten.” “As if! Which one of us do you think would survive, Randy?” Ashley asked, trying to drag me into their lighthearted dispute. “Whichever one is smart enough to go back inside, where there’s food, shelter, heat, and beds,” I shrugged, feeling a little uncomfortable, having Phil’s hand on my thigh. I didn’t think she was coming on to me, but it seemed like an unusually intimate thing for a young woman to do with an old fart she had just met. “There you go. I’d survive cause I’m the smart one,” Ashley stated, triumphantly. “Not if I kill you before you reach the door,” Phil retorted. The girls fell to laughing and jostling each other. Phil’s hand slid up and down my thigh as they tussled. I had not felt a woman’s touch since Kate’s passing and held my breath as I was reminded of the sensation. We arrived at Ashley’s house safely and she invited me in to warm up with a cup of coffee, but I declined as it was going to be a long drive home with the poor road conditions. Ashley thanked me for the ride and wished me a merry Christmas, and Phil did the same, kissing me on the cheek before sliding out of the truck. I was too surprised by the kiss to say anything, but waved as the door slammed shut. I waited until the girls were safely inside before I put the truck in gear and backed out of the driveway. The snow and wind had really picked up and I could barely see past the hood as the truck plowed through the deep drifts. I hadn’t seen a storm like this since the blizzard when I was a teenager. About halfway home, I hit a particularly deep drift that sent the truck sliding sideways. A second drift spun the truck back the opposite direction and off the road into the trees. The truck bounced down the embankment, tossing me about the cab and bashing my head into the side window. The truck came to a violent halt as a large branch crashed through the passenger window missing me by a fraction of an inch. I was a bit woozy from the blow to the head, but otherwise uninjured.

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After writing my first story, I am now delivering on the follow-up. Actually the reason I wrote my introduction is so people would be able to see how I entered my current lifestyle.

After college, I moved to New York City, several hours from my home and quickly became bored with the kinds of lesbian and bi girls I had met. None could compare to the type of sexual chemistry I had with Catherine. Fortunately, I eventually saw an ad in a local underground publication that piqued my interest. It read:

“Attractive, late 30s domme lady seeks attractive sub woman as live-in companion. Please send resume, with picture, on your qualifications to serve.”

I figured the ad might just be a gag but I did send a letter and picture. I wrote about how I served Catherine but didn’t really expect a response. However, one week later, Susan called and we chatted for about half an hour. She told me she’d like to ‘interview” me and asked me to bring documentation that I was STD and hepatitis free. She added that she liked what she had read and asked whether I could get Catherine to email her a letter of recommendation. Catherine was more than happy to do so, as long as I told her how it all worked out. Susan also made it clear that she was looking for a good-looking woman to be her sexual slave whenever we were alone together.

Two weeks later, Susan told me to come to her house for my interview. I dressed up in my nicest work suit and went to her house, which turned out to be an estate on Long Island. She answered the door, also dressed in formal clothes and welcomed me. I was happy to see that she was indeed attractive, what would classify as ‘soft butch.” Susan has short, dark hair, very striking, attractive facial features, thin body, 5’8″ and 36b chest.

She asked me if everything I told her about Catherine was true and if she could be trusted to be truthful in the email she sent. I replied that yes, I expect Catherine had been 100 percent truthful in her recommendation. “Good,” said Susan and proceeded to read the last lines from Catherine’s letter aloud: “Though I was occasionally willing to give Amy a lateral role in our sex life, it was clear that she relished domination and I believe can easily be trained to be even more submissive.”

Susan then commanded me to remove my clothes. She told me that if I was “hired” I would be wearing next to nothing around the house, I would address her as Mistress or Mistress Susan and I would be referred to as “slave,” among other things. After I had stripped, Susan complimented me on my body and asked me to take a seat. While she was still fully dressed herself, she then proceeded to tell me a bit about herself.

She: Is 38, has been gay since she was a teenager but in the past ten years has been increasingly dominant in her sexual relationships. She acquired her home in an inheritance and works full time as an executive in Manhattan. She recognized that she has a strong libido, might be able to entice a housemate to be her sex slave and placed the ad. I was the first respondent who was worthy of an interview.

Susan then told me to remove her clothes but only touch the clothes, not her body. I carefully removed her tailored suit jacket and blouse, leaving her breasts covered in only a black, strapless bra.

I was very nervous about this part of the interview process and was shaking as I got on my knees to unzip her slacks. She laughed at my trembling and kicked off her pants so that she was only in her bra and black lace panties. I was instructed to continue…

I reached around to remove her bra and I saw her very pointed dark nipples. Her breasts are magnificent, very firm and stand high on her chest. I lowered her panties to see a gorgeous pussy. A beautiful fold of pink lips (nowhere near as big as Catherine’s) with a narrow row of dark, trimmed pubic hair around them.

Then Mistress Susan turned up the heat on our situation from what, despite our mutual nudity, still seemed very formal. I was somewhat shocked as she grabbed my head and pulled it so I was inches from her pussy. “Like what you see, slut?” I knew this was very much still part of an interview though and quickly replied, “Yes, very much so Mistress.”

“Good, because if you’re hired, it will become the center of your whole world,” said Mistress Susan as she sat back on her bed. She continued, “Catherine wrote that you were not good at sitting on your knees sucking pussy, that you preferred having your face sat on. Well, the first thing you’re going to learn here is that you must spend many hours kneeling between my legs.”

Mistress then pushed my head in closer so I could do just that. şişli escort I could not stop staring at her pussy and she could tell. She reached down and caressed my hair. “Pretty, isn’t it?” she asked. I could only nod in response. “Make it cum,” said Mistress and I felt myself instinctively leaning into kiss her fold of pink lips.

I was floored by how soft her lips were and the sweet taste. I licked her up and down for a couple of minutes, then Mistress pulled me away by my hair. She looked down and said “My my, you ARE a cunteating lezzie whore aren’t you?” “Yes Mistress,” I replied. “NO,” she said. “Say it ALL back to me!” “Yes Mistress Susan. I am a cunteating lezzie whore.”

Mistress smiled. “Do you want the job of servicing my desires, of worshipping my cunt, my tits and my ass and becoming a complete slave to me.” I repeated it all back in the affirmative.

“Good! Now get to work bitch,” she yelled as she grabbed my hair and jammed my face back against her pussy. I returned to licking her. I must have done it for half an hour and she came multiple times. As she neared climax each time, Mistress Susan would wrap her legs tightly around my head and start to call me a slut. She would shudder as she came and more of her juices would coat my chin.

My jaw was sore at the end of it but I was incredibly aroused. Mistress Susan told me that my reward for pleasing her would be to masturbate to orgasm. “I will never be licking you or fingering your pussy. You are not worthy of that but you will learn to love cumming on your hand while kneeling before me,” she said. “NOW, rub your clit till you cum!”

I was instructed to keep eye contact with her while I diddled my wet pussy, which made me feel very much inferior to her as she stood above me. I came explosively a minute later. Mistress Susan commanded me to lick my wet hand clean.

I moved in with her the following week. And I’d like to explain what things I have been doing since I took on my role as her slave.

Mistress Susan and I both work full-time career-oriented jobs. When we are out in public together, most people would just consider us roommates or close friends. When we are alone, I assume my duties of sex slave.

My clothing is very limited at home and subject to her whims. She has purchased me a few outfits, including that of a catholic schoolgirl, cheerleader and tennis player, all of which have short skirts. I am not allowed to wear underwear and usually have a tight top to go with it. Fortunately, Mistress heats her house well, so I am not cold in the winter in such skimpy clothes.

As we sit around the living room following dinner, Mistress will often beckon me with her finger. I know that I must drop to my knees between her legs. She then leisurely peels off her pants and pulls my head in close. Mistress will look down and say something like: “You may begin now.”

I then lick her pussy and clit until she has cum several times and left my face drenched in her secretions. Just like at my interview, with each climax, she is verbally abusive and calls me a whore and a slut who will be forever on my knees eating pussy.

When mistress wants a change, other nights she will make me eat her ass. Of course, I had done this for Catherine but Mistress Susan expects an equally thorough ass sucking, which I apparently had still not properly learned. The first time I did not perform analingus to her expectations, she gave me my first spanking. I had never been spanked before and it was a surprise that it turned me on. She beat my ass red and told me I would get another spanking the following night if I did not suck her asshole completely clean.

I made sure to do a better job the next time and when I was done, she instructed me to bring her face up to hers. Mistress sniffed all over my mouth, nose and chin before she pronounced that I had done a good job. “Your face smells like you’ve been eating an asshole!”

I now eat her ass almost as much as her pussy and rub her clit to bring her to orgasm when my tongue is completely inside her rectum. I can actually feel her sphincter clutch at my tongue when she cums.

A few weeks after I started as slave, Mistress came home with a dog collar. I was told I would be wearing it on certain occasions, the first being that evening. I was ordered to strip and only wear the collar. Under the moonlit sky, Mistress, herself nude, took me out in the backyard. I was ‘walked’ around by a leash on all fours. When I had gotten the hang of it, Mistress asked “Does my doggie have to pee?” I nodded. “Then go ahead,” she said. I couldn’t believe how kinky it felt to be treated this way mecidiyeköy escort and piddled into the lawn.

Mistress then brought me back into the patio and commanded me up on my knees. She asked whether it felt good to pee on the lawn like a dog and I told her yes, very much. “Now rub your clit and cum for me,” she ordered. I began my ritual of masturbation while crouching between her legs.

She began saying softly, “mmm, you like pissing when I tell you too huh?” I was nearing orgasm and a little lightheaded from all we were doing. I was shocked back to reality when she harshly yanked the leash so I was up against her pussy and felt Mistress let a stream of hot pee go right into my face. Mistress said loudly, “Drink my urine you goddamn whore. What kind of woman lets herself be turned into a dog? Well I’m going to make you my toilet. Drink it!”

I opened my mouth and got so much pee that I gagged. Mistress stopped for me to catch my breath, then dragged me down on my back and squatted over me. Again, her stream started. “You….are….going…to…drink…every…drop… You.. fucking slut!,” I heard her hiss. I drank so much pee, my stomach felt queasy. Then Mistress ground her pussy into my face, all the while calling me cunt-eating slut. I never did cum myself that night but it was one of the most thrilling I’ve ever had.

From that day on, occasionally when we are sitting in the living room, Mistress will take the glass I am drinking out of, lower her pants and piss a little in it. I happily drink it down, which, by her twisted grin, pleases her immensely.

Mistress had a very stressful project at work a few weeks later and would come home very wound up each night. After the third night, she arrived home and called me to the front door. “Lie down on your back now,” she said.

I did as told and Mistress Susan stepped out of her shoes and pulled her stockings and panties down from under her skirt. She quickly squatted over my face so that the skirt covered my head and chest and proceeded to sit down on my face.

She rocked back and forth on my lapping tongue and mouth for almost 20 minutes, grinding her cunt and asshole all over me. When she was done, Mistress Susan said, “Now THAT was a great stress reliever.” Each of the next few nights, I was summoned to the front door when she arrived home for the same treatment.

The following week, I had my face sat on for only five minutes, when Mistress told me she had something for me to take out of her jacket pocket. I reached into retrieve a strange-looking strap on with a very small harness. She told me it was a ‘chin-strap on’ and to put it on immediately. I pulled it over my head and lay back again while Mistress lowered herself down on the fake cock, facing forward. I couldn’t believe how she brought her full weight down on the dildo, which I was tightly attached to my chin as she began to ride it

She was bouncing up and down on my head and groaning as she did. Occasionally, her clit would rub against my nose and mouth, which I loved. Mistress came twice this way. Then she got off my face and turned around. As she was preparing to squat over me, she spread her ass cheeks wide and said “bon appetite!” She sank down on the strap on and her asshole reached my mouth. She fucked the strap on again, while my tongue was forced up her ass. I made her anus quite wet. When she was done cumming this way, she leaned back to sniff my face, which she always does now when I eat her ass. Mistress pressed forward to kiss my forehead and reminded me “You smell like ass. Dirty Whore.”

The next morning she told me, that the chin strap on wasn’t the only one she bought.

That night I was collared and nude and Mistress took me in the bathroom and gave me an enema. I was a little uneasy emptying my bowels in front of her, I must admit. Then, she had me bend over and slowly twisted a thick, very well lubed butt plug into my asshole.

I was next positioned face down on Mistress’ specially designed sex cushion. She came over to face me wearing a strap on that is considerably larger than the one Catherine used and carrying a regular dildo, equally long with a strange button on the flat end.

I told her, I’d never had any thing so large inserted inside me. “Well, then, you’d better help me get it wet,” Mistress replies as she pushed the fat head of the strap on against my mouth.

I’d only sucked a real cock a couple of times and never a fake one. But I knew that was about to change. I sucked the head a little and got a very rubbery taste. Mistress kept pushing until it was nearly at the back of my throat. I started to get the hang of it as she fucked my mouth.

Mistress suddenly stopped and pulled the strap-on from my mouth and moved around behind me. She started to rub the head all over my pussy but it was clear it would not easily go inside me and I squirmed.

Mistress strongly slapped my ass and said “That’s it! If you’re going to squirm around while I try to get this inside you, I’ll have to tie you up.” I was flabbergasted as she got silk ropes I had never seen before from her dresser and in five minutes, tied each of my limbs down. Though I’d never been bound before, I completely trusted her, as it was obvious she never wanted to cause me any extreme pain. She then resumed working the dildo into my pussy. This time, it went inside me and I groaned loudly. The head felt extra thick. And Mistress pushed it in slowly, but steadily.

In a couple of minutes it was in my all the way. Mistress let my pussy loosen up and then started pistoning in and out if me. I could tell she knew how to use a strap on. While she said things such as “like that, you slut?” I could barely pant back, “yes Mistress, thank you”

With the butt plug still prying my asshole wide, I had never felt so exposed and open. Then Mistress said “You know what else Catherine wrote that you liked?” I could not think straight and didn’t answer. WHACK, I felt a very strong slap on my ass. I realized what she wanted me to say but I was hesitant. After another slap, I said “assfucking?”

“Of course,” she answered, slowly pulling the butt plug from my anus. “Why do you think I put this in you in the first place?” As the plug popped out, I felt an incredible sense of emptiness in my butt. However, the head of the strap on was quickly placed up against my rear hole and Mistress was grabbing my hips for leverage.

The thick dildo went into me much easier than I expected. The plug had definitely done its work well. But a few inches in, I could hear myself groaning involuntarily. I’d never had such a thick tool pushed up my ass. Mistress slapped one of my ass cheeks yet again and asked “What’s the matter?” When I replied that the thickness took getting used to, she said leaned into my ear and said “Oh Amy, your asshole will never be quite the same after tonight but that’s okay because it’s MY asshole to fuck from now on anyway!”

And as she said that, she pushed further into me. I clutched the bed sheets hard and could feel her begin to saw it into my ass. The sensation gradually began to feel good and I could sense that I might orgasm. I felt Mistress’ breasts touching my back as she positioned the length of her body directly against me. She was reaching for something. Then I felt it, the thick dildo she’d carried over to the bed being pushed into my pussy. Because my cunt had been stretched out minutes before and was still sopping wet, Mistress was able to push it to the hilt in record time.

Then, she leaned in close to my ear and said “Look at you Amy. You’ve got big dildos pushed up your pussy and ass!” By the tone of her voice, I could sense her getting more turned on. Mistress was now pumping my asshole harder as she hissed in my ear in time with her strokes “What…kind…of…woman….lets…herself…get… fucked in the ass?”

As I started to answer “A wh—” Mistress turned on the switch on the dildo in my pussy and it began to vibrate wildly. I could not finish my words. The vibrator pushed me over the edge. I exploded in orgasm and literally shrieked out loud as I spasmed. After a good 30 seconds or more, I passed out, just for a moment.

I next saw Mistress untying me and grabbing each of my hands. She could tell how weak I was, yet unceremoniously dragged me down the hall to the bathroom, leaving me face up on the floor. She parted her legs on either side of my body and let a torrent of piss rain down on me. She spent an extra amount to time drenching my face and hair. In addition to my most mind-blowing orgasm, what she was doing to me was making me feel lightheaded.

Then Mistress reached into the bathroom closet and fished out a towel. She tossed to me. When I began to dry myself off, she snapped “No you dumb bitch. You don’t get to dry off. You’re a toilet, understand?!! Put that towel under your head!”

I did as told and saw Mistress quickly straddle my head and drop her weight down on my face. I started to suck her pussy as she ground it down, back and forth, over and over. I occasionally looked up to see her smiling down at me and she came several times. I could not believe I was able to eat her well as weak as I was.

The next day, we talked a lot about that session and agreed to do it again. We’ve had similar ‘Amy gets fucked’ sessions monthly.

As you might imagine, I am very, very happy being Mistress Susan’s slave. We would both appreciate any feedback that readers would care to give.

Amy.

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Griff is an ex marine, trained in special forces but now his military career is over, early retirement due to injury in the line of duty. He has a good pension coming in and is providing his services on a consulting basis to several security companies, setting himself up with a nice little nest egg.

The injuries he’d sustained required some more surgery, the recuperative phase would be longer this time and he was unable to do any work at all for a few more months.

He was bored out of his tree.

He’d bought this house because the price had been right and he’d needed a place to stay anyway, preferring a house instead of an apartment or condo, he’d lived in enough of those.

Griff had noticed the woman across the street the first day he’d moved in, she appeared to live alone as well and in conversations with George next door who was more than happy to fill him in on all the neighbours, specially because it meant sharing a few brewski’s, it only took a 6- pack to do it and it wasn’t long before Griff knew more than he needed to about several of the neighbours.

Mrs. Marsh, the lady next door had been widowed, for three years now and was thinking of selling her home and getting a condo. Her kids were grown and at university, they wouldn’t be coming home except for holidays anymore, the big two story colonial had outlived its use. She was a friend of George’s wife, a nice, quiet lady who seemed content to be alone.

She was a looker all right, 48 years old and in good shape physically, though she had rounded out her curves more in the years since her husband’s passing. She coloured her hair the same as she’d had before the grey had appeared. She worked part time for a psychologist, as his receptionist, three afternoons per week. Just enough to get her out of the house, she certainly didn’t need the money, her husband had left her provided for very nicely.

Griff began to watch her on a regular basis, studying her movements, noticing the time her lights went off, when they came on in the morning, catching glimpses of her through şişli escort the windows before she put the blinds down.

A few days later when he knew she’d be gone for several hours, he let himself into her home, going about quickly and stealthily placing tiny cameras and very sensitive mikes in certain rooms of her home.

It took him longer in her bedroom, opening drawers, smiling when he found the one with her toys, flipping through the assortment. She also had several books in the back of her night stand and his smile grew even wider as he perused the titles.

In the en-suite bathroom he placed more cameras and mikes, checking the hamper he picked up the panties laying there, burgundy and silky, he sniffed the material, inhaling her woman’s scent, it was musky and womanly, his tongue licked the silken material, his cock throbbing he stuffed the panties in his pocket and finished up his work.

He returneded home to the basement, to a room that is always locked. There are a dozen monitors in a rack against the far wall, six of them show the outside perimeter of his home. The other six will be of the inside of Mrs. Marsh’s home.

He has everything in place when she arrives home in the late afternoon, watching her as she enters the kitchen and tosses the mail onto the table. She opens the fridge door and frowns as she peers inside, nothing seems to appeal.

She moves from the kitchen and into the living room, turning on the stereo as she pauses a moment. The room is filled with operatic voices but the song is a recent popular one, not a group he’s familiar with but nevertheless finds pleasing.

She then reaches her bedroom and begins to unbutton her blouse as she walks towards the closet, he has a great view of her ass as she bends to place her shoes inside.

Unknowingly turning towards the camera she removes all her clothes.

She doesn’t hear the moan that her watcher emits as he takes in the black lace bra holding two of the most luscious melons the likes of which he’s rarely had the pleasure to feast mecidiyeköy escort upon.

She wore a half slip and he watched her bending slowly as she pushed it down her hips with her thumbs, gasping when she stood and he saw that she was wearing thigh highs and no panties.

What made his jaw hang was that she was shaved completely bare.

As she reaches inside the closet he checks out her round ass and wonders why this respectable matronly widowed woman would walk around in the get up she had on earlier and with a shaved pussy to boot.

He watches her do some chores, put a frozen dinner into the microwave, clean up the kitchen and sit at the counter writing onto a list which she then sticks to the fridge with a magnet.

She ate her dinner with a glass of white wine, watching the news on television. The phone rang and she looked at the number, she must have decided she wasn’t in the mood to talk for she ignored it and let it click onto the answering machine.

After finishing cleaning up in the kitchen she made her way to a bedroom she’d converted into an office of sorts. There’s a computer in there and she sits at the desk turning the monitor on, he makes note to check what she looks at online, the next time he goes to her house, for he’d noticed one of the cameras wasn’t at the right angle, it would need to be moved.

He was surprised again by her. She reached into her desk drawer and took out a bag of what looked like weed. She expertly rolled herself a joint and lit it, puffing on it as she perused sites on the computer. Her attention seemed to be riveted to what she was reading and he wondered what could be so enthralling.

He watches her laugh and type quickly, her fingers flying on the keyboard as she gazes at the screen, flirting it seemed with the image there.

She and this person type back and forth for at least two hours, sometimes she doesn’t write for long periods of time, just staring wistfully at the screen.

At last she shuts the monitor off and leaves to go to her bedroom, going on into the en-suite he hears her running a bath. He’d noticed the very nice whirlpool bath earlier and had set one of the cameras accordingly.

She brushed her teeth and applied cream to her face and washed it off, turning she poured a single drop of some type of bath oil. Gauging that there was enough water she stepped in and switched the motor on, making the water swirl and bubble madly around her.

He watched as she lazily ran her hands over her breasts, stopping at her nipples and pulling at them, they were getting darker and quite puckered, the tip she pinched and pulled, twisting roughly, he heard her gasp.

He watched as one hand snaked down her chest, passed her rounded tummy, sliding slowly down to her bare mound. She arched her back and moaned as she touched herself. He zoomed in on her crotch but couldn’t see anything because of the bubbles boiling around her.

His grins wickedly when he realizes what she plans to do as she turns her body and opens her legs wide bringing her bottom closer and closer to one of the pumping jets.

She raises her legs over the side of the tub and positions herself so the jet is beating against her clit, pulling at her nipples she is moaning loudly.

She screams as her first orgasm hits her, her hips pumping against the bubbles shooting out of the jet, water sloshing over the side of the tub, she screams and moans as another orgasm hits her.

She moves back into position and rests her head back smiling, mmmm that felt good.

Then that look of wistfulness again and he watches helplessly as she bursts into tears, sobbing into her facecloth for long moments.

She stands and he watches mesmerized as the water slides off her, reaching for a towel she wraps it around herself and grabs another to clean up the water off the floor. She finishes her ablutions and goes into her bedroom to turn down the covers. She slips between the sheets naked and sighs as her head rests on the pillow.

He watches as she crosses herself and mumbles something that he cannot hear, she does this for several minutes then she rolls over to shut her bedside lamp off.

“Ah Paul, how I miss your hardness sometimes.” she sighs and closes her eyes.

Goodnight Mrs. Marsh.

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Once Cara had watched Robert with another man the day he’d introduced her to anal sex, the idea of seeing two guys together still excited her.

When she’d seen a cable movie one night that featured a woman engaged in sex with two men, she became curious and aroused, an element that never before occurred to her. Once it did, her newest fantasy could only be explored if she discussed it with the right person.

“Let me ask you something,” she said to Robert one day while they were hanging out at his pool. “Have you ever done a guy and a girl at the same time?”

He raised his eyebrows and grinned. “Well, what brought up that subject?”

“Just something I’d thought about a few times.”

“Wouldn’t have anything to do with you seeing me fuck Mark the other day, would it?”

“Possibly.”

“Too bad Mark’s gay, but I have someone else in mind. He’s even closer to your age.”

Cara was curious. “Who?”

“My cousin Marcus.”

“My God, Rob, he and I haven’t seen each other since his mom took off when we were kids.”

“I know, and the timing couldn’t be better. He could use a nice girl, and I think you’re ready for a boyfriend.”

“Maybe Marcus is already seeing someone.”

Robert laughed. “Yeah, right! Twenty-two years old and I doubt he’s gotten laid recently. Too busy with his nose in the books.”

“College is tough,” she said. “It’s likely he hasn’t time to think about anything else.”

“Marcus will have plenty of time to think about other things. He’s graduating this weekend.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and I’ve invited him to stay here since my asshole uncle can’t be bothered with him anymore.”

“That’s awful,” Cara said. “Marcus was always so sweet, yet ended up with jerks for parents.” She paused a moment, then added, “Robert, you aren’t planning to – “

“What? Oh, hell no! One, he’s straight, two, he’s my cousin, and three, even if he wasn’t, he isn’t exactly the type of guy I’d fuck.”

“Too young?” she asked, thinking of the irony that Robert would have sex with HER, but not with a man slightly older than she.

“Age ain’t a problem if someone’s legal,” he replied. “Just when it comes to men, I prefer muscle studs like Mark. Not that my cousin isn’t attractive, by the way.”

“Those light blue eyes,” Cara said with a dreamy look on her face.

“Aha! I knew you had a crush on him when you were kids.”

“Shut up! I did not.”

“Then why did your face just turn red?”

“From the sun.”

“Right. Hey, I got a recent picture if you want to look.”

———————————–

A young man Julie didn’t recognize stood on the other side of her door when she answered it.She knew he couldn’t be one of Cara’s friends, since Julie knew most of them.

“May I help you?” she asked.

“Jules! Don’t you remember me?”

“No, sorry. I can’t say that I do.”

“It’s Marcus! You know, Rob’s cousin? Cara and I used to hang out as kids.”

A gleam of recognition came to Julie’s eyes. “Oh my God, Marcus!” She hugged him. “You’ve grown up so much. Come on in!”

She looked over Robert’s young cousin with appreciation. Marcus had grown from a scruffy, skinny boy to a handsome young man who now stood six feet tall.

His 190-pound physique kept lightly muscled by cycling and swimming, but still had the same sandy blond hair and pale blue eyes he’d had as a child.

“So what brings you here? Visiting Robert?”

“Going to be moving in with him this weekend after graduation,” Marcus replied. “Dad şişli escort doesn’t seem to want anything to do with me since I chose college over going back to his homeland with him to do farming or some shit. I think he tended to forget I was born in this country and wanted to take advantage of all it has to offer. At least Rob is a little more open minded about things.”

“Well, you and he are much better suited for each other. By the way, if you’re looking for Cara, I think she went over to use his pool.”

“Another good reason for moving in with my favorite cousin,” Marcus said with a laugh. “I think he’s the only person I know who has a decent sized pool. I wouldn’t blame Cara for hanging out there.”

“Are you still swimming?” Julie asked.

He nodded. “Qualified for Olympic trials last year. I didn’t do very well, but that’s my fault for spending most of the time studying. Maybe next time.”

“Any plans after you graduate?”

“Maybe chill out for a couple of months, and then Rob offered me a position with his company.”

He then glanced at a photo of a beautiful blonde teenager which sat on a nearby table. “Wow…is that Cara?”

Julie smiled. “Yes it is. She just graduated from high school and was a cheerleader.”

“Damn, Jules, pardon me for saying so, but she’s hot!”

“I’ll be sure to pass on the message.”

“You said she’s over at Rob’s?”

“Yes, at least she better be there.”

His eyes lit up. “Time for me to make an early appearance at my cousin’s house!”

———————————-

When Marcus stepped inside the privacy fence that surrounded Robert’s house, he didn’t see his older cousin. Instead, a young woman clad in a white bikini was swimming alone in the large pool.

Cara.

After removing his shirt and shoes, he squatted near the pool’s edge. “Hey.”

She turned around, startled, before she recognized the man whose picture she saw earlier. “Marcus?”

“Live and in person.”

“Rob said you weren’t going to be here until the weekend.”

“I came in early to move my shit out of the dorm and store it until I get settled.”

“Rob went next door for awhile. He’ll be back if you want to wait.”

“Actually, I wanted to see you first.”

“Me? Why?”

“To see if the picture I saw at your mom’s really was you. Frankly, you’re much more beautiful in person.”

“Still the same sweet Marcus. Got to admit the picture your cousin showed me didn’t do you much justice either.”

She eyed his naked torso. “Looks like you’re still swimming.”

“Yeah, like I told your mom, I qualified for the Olympic trials last year.”

“Didn’t make it?”

Marcus shook his head. “Studies interfered.”

“Too bad,” Cara said with a giggle, “I would’ve loved to have seen you in one of those little Speedos.”

He laughed. “You women always got one thing on your minds.”

“Oh, really? Race you to the other end.”

“Cara, I’m not really dressed for -” he began before she grabbed his arm and pulled him into the water.

“You’re going to get it now, girl!” he said when he emerged from underwater.

For several minutes, he chased her across the pool’s length before they came to to rest in chin deep water.

Swimming away from him, Cara stopped and sat on the bottom step of the pool. Not taking her eyes off of Marcus, she untied her bikini top and tossed it aside, followed by her bottoms.

As if in slow motion, she began to make her way toward him. Marcus felt his cock stirring in mecidiyeköy escort his shorts and he jumped up on the edge and stripped them before jumping back into the water.

Cara reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled herself close, pressing her warm breasts to my chest, and began to kiss him lightly. He parted her lips with his tongue and the kiss went longer and deeper, both sinking into an abyss of passion.

Marcus felt her hands explore his tight backside, taking each butt cheek into her hands and squeezing tightly. His cock rested against her pubic bone and he felt her legs come up and wrap around his waist.

The end of his dick found her pussy and he pushed its length inside her. Soon, Marcus was fully engulfed in her pussy and began to rock her back and forth.

Cara met his thrusts with a clenching that felt like it would cut off the circulation of his dick. In a blur, they thrashed in the pool, releasing their longtime, pent-up sexual tension.

“I had no idea you were such a great fuck,” he groaned, moving in and out of her at a steady pace. “You have me so excited, I don’t know how much longer I can hold back before I shoot my load.”

Their tongues entwined in another hot kiss while the pace of Marcus’ thrusts increased. Cara soon felt his penis begin to twitch and swell inside of her.

It was not something for which he’d been prepared. With the deep signal that his climax was imminent, he breathlessly told her that he was ready to come.

She intensified her motions and squeezed his cock with her inner muscles. Growling like a gratified bear, Marcus ejaculated deep inside of her. She watched his face contort with pleasure as their respective orgasms began to dissipate.

When Cara collapsed in his arms, Marcus carried her to the pool steps, his cock still impaled in her pulsating pussy.

They held each other for several minutes, reveling in their satisfaction. She lifted her head from his neck and kissed him before they heard another voice behind them.

“You two kids just couldn’t wait, could you?”

Shocked, Cara wondered how long Robert had been standing there and how much he’d seen of them screwing in his pool. The hard-on that strained against his jeans was also not lost on her.

“How long…” she began.

“Enough to see you two getting reacquainted. Why don’t we all go inside for a bit?”

Marcus shrugged. “Yeah, sure.”

He and Cara climbed out of the water and wrapped their bodies in towels before following Robert into the house. The three of them chatted for awhile before Robert and Marcus excused themselves to have a “man to man” talk.

Cara saw them having an animated conversation. Both smiled and nodded in agreement before they walked over to where Cara still sat. Robert started kissing and nuzzling on one side of her neck while Marcus took the other.

She started to moan, becoming aroused from the sensation. Their hands removed the towel and began to roam her naked body. Each man took a breast and started sucking and teasing her nipples.

Robert dropped to his knees and buried his head between her legs. He pushed her back on the couch and continued to eat her pussy before he heard Marcus moan.

He looked up and saw his young cousin receiving one of Cara’s blow jobs. She had him down her throat and was kneading his balls while Robert continued orally pleasing her.

He inched his way up across her body, massaging her clit as he moved his lips to Marcus’ balls. Robert could tell by his breathing that Marcus was about to come.

Cara’s head bobbed faster and faster until Marcus groaned loudly, threw back his head, and busted his nut down her throat.

When he finished, Cara turned and stuck her tongue down Robert’s throat. He was able to taste Marcus on her tongue and noticed that the younger man remained hard even after the blow job she’d given him.

Robert suggested the three of them move to the bedroom.

Now naked, he and Marcus moved into a triangle between her legs. Cara started sucking Marcus’s cock again and Robert found himself in shock when he saw his own dick in Marcus’ mouth.

Robert almost came, but resisted the urge by pulling out of his cousin’s mouth. The men arranged themselves a second time, and Robert positioned himself between Cara’s legs.

She reached down, looked over at Marcus, and positioned the head of Robert’s cock against her pussy lips. He moved his hips forward and buried his entire length inside her.

He started out slow, pulling almost completely out of her before he rammed his entire shaft back into her. Robert took her feet and put them on his shoulders and started to slam himself into her as hard as he could.

Marcus stared in both amazement and lust as he watched Cara having sex with his older cousin and enjoying it.

He continued watching Robert and Cara fuck while he lubed up and then started stroking his cock. It was one of the hottest things Marcus had seen in his life, and he’d witnessed some wild sexual things during his college years.

Marcus watched for as long as he could and decided it was time to join the party. He moved behind Robert and wrapped his hand around his cock as it slid in and out of Cara.

Robert continued to fuck her even though Marcus had slid two fingers into his ass. He could feel Robert’s hardness as he slid his dick up and down the crack of the older man’s ass, and he stopped fucking her for a moment.

Marcus put the head of his dick to his asshole and slowly applied pressure while Robert pushed back on him and the head of Marcus’ cock popped into him. Robert gasped but kept pushing back on him until Marcus was balls deep inside him.

He grabbed his cousin’s hips while Robert started fucking Cara again. It didn’t take long to get into rhythm with the two of them. He and Cara smiled at each other as she looked over Robert’s shoulder.

Suddenly, she threw back her head while her body shook with orgasm. The feeling set Robert off and he came. His asshole had a firm grip on Marcus’ cock, which sparked his own climax. Marcus exploded in his cousin’s ass while Robert came hard inside Cara’s pussy.

They collapsed back on the bed after Marcus’ softened penis popped out of Robert’s ass.

Cara rolled over and not only kissed him, but also thanked them for the hottest “sex lesson” she’d had to date.

“By the way,” she said to Robert, “I thought you said you’d never have sex with your cousin.”

Marcus grinned at both of them. “Bet he told you I was straight and not his type too.”

“As a matter of fact, he did.”

“Hey, at least I THOUGHT you were,” Robert said to him.

“Dude, I also learned things NOT found in academics during four years of college.”

“Well, then welcome to the bi side, cousin! Even if you were one hell of a ‘top guy,’ don’t get used to it if you’re staying in this house.”

Cara smiled at their banter and said watching Robert getting fucked by Marcus the same time he was doing her was hot, and she was willing to do it again sometime.

She kissed Robert and then moved over to kiss Marcus before she rose from the bed.

“Anyone for skinny dipping? Last guy into the water has to bottom to the other while I watch.”

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CHAPTER ONE

Sunday morning sex. What a way to start the day. Waking slowly and then making love slowly. The best morning of the week.

Sunday morning and Julie, my wife of 17 years, has been rostered to work. Away to work before I am awake. What a blow. At least she will be home around midday. After breakfast, our 13 and 11 year olds head off to do whatever they do and I start to prepare something special.

Our bedroom is rather small, dominated by the waterbed. Waterbeds are comfortable, and give some unique sensations during sex. But they are restrictive in other ways. Instead, I prepare the lounge room. A couple of sheets over the carpet and then some cushions for comfort. Aromatherapy oil, massage lotion and some relaxing music. Curtains drawn to dim the light.

Julie comes home shortly after 12. As soon as she walks through the front door, she notices the specially prepared lounge on the right. She smiles “just give me a minute” and heads off to the bathroom to prepare”.

Returning I grab her and hug her. Although dressed for work, the tight skirt accentuates her shapely legs and bottom. I gently kiss her neck, the part that really turns her on. She unbuttons her blouse and removes it and her bra. I reach down and unzip the skirt, which she deftly steps out of. I continue to hold her, and start to gently circle her right nipple with my left hand. Starting with wide circles and gradually closing on the sensitive bit. She presses closer to me, I can feel the dampness of her white panties through the knee of my trousers. I move to the other nipple, while alternating between nibbling on her neck and kissing her full on the mouth. My fingers trace circles around her left nipple while my tongue traces circles around her lips. I pull her lower lip into my mouth and suck on it. I ask her if she wants a massage to relax. She lies down, making a bed out of the cushions. I quickly strip down to my underwear before returning to her pleasure. I lean over and start to pull her panties down. She raises her hips to help me.

I pour some massage oil onto my palm, it is a warm day so there is no need to warm it. Kneeling astride her, I start on her back moving up to her shoulders. She relaxes into it, recovering from a Sunday, interrupted. Moving up to her shoulders, easing the tension, before returning to her lower back and then her buttocks. I spend some time caressing and massaging the soft, smooth and brown skin of my African wife. Moving lower, her legs get the treatment. As I massage her thighs, I let my fingers brush her pussy lips. Instinctively, she widens her legs a little to allow me easier access. But I continue to tease her lips with the lightest of touch; there is time enough. Whisper for her to turn over. I start on her breasts, using oil in a circular motion around the nipples, working towards the centre. I move back to her legs, and continue to massage her thighs and tease her pussy with my fingers as I trace my hands from one leg to another. I gradually work my way toward her womanhood, and use my oily fingers to massage her prominent, almost black, labia. I gently insert an oily finger inside, and feel the warmth and wetness there before working back out and towards her clit. I start on her clit, izmir escort using the oil and her own wetness to massage the hood. She starts to squirm a little under my touch, and the relaxation moves towards arousal as her clit starts to become more erect. I continue to massage her clit, rubbing it with fingers on either side of the most sensitive parts. She continues to spread her legs, allowing me access to kneel between them and start on her with my mouth.

After 17 years, it is easy to know which buttons to push. Ordinarily, she doesn’t like me going down on her. However, I know when she is really hot, she responds better. I read the signals. If no response then it is best to get out of there. If getting wetter, or starting to move in the right direction, it is best to keep on going. Perhaps it is the romantic mood and the different feel of not being in a waterbed, but we are getting a response. So I keep on going, feeling for her reaction in a very gentle way. I use one finger inside her, crooked up into that special spot, while drawing her clit between my lips and massaging it. I feel her press up against my chin, willing me to take more. She breathing becomes irregular as I continue to suck her with my lips while working her inside with my finger. She gasps, and I can feel her contract and squeeze around my finger when she comes. Gently, like the rest of her.

“How would you like me?” “From behind”, as she gets on her hands and knees, head down. This position is very tight; from experience very hard on the legs too. I move up to her, and she reaches back and guides me in. I hold her by the hips, and start to stroke really slowly. I savour those large wet lips pulling at my shaft on the way out, and then the extra warmth and wetness as I push in again. I keep up the slow strokes, glancing across as our bodies are reflected on the dark glass of the television cabinet, joined together in the most intimate way. I look down, and watch my white manhood surrounded by her brown cheeks. I can almost see the head on each outward stroke, before I thrust back in again. I look at wonderment at my size. Although wide enough at any time, my penis is swelling to gigantic proportions as I prolong the arousal. Noticeably bigger as I continue to saviour the pleasure. I get into a rhythm, I want to prolong this. After a while, the tingling sensations start to build, but they are easily controlled. I start to move faster now, after about 10 minutes I know that we are both ready for it. I continue to look in amazement at the size of my penis, slick with Julie’s juices as it now slides in and out at a faster rate. I feel Julie pushing back against my stomach, trying to take all I have to give. Faster and faster until that wonderful point of inevitability. I flood her insides with spurt after spurt of cum, slowing down and still waves of pleasure. My penis is sensitive now, I continue to stroke in and out slowly with my slowly softening member before I gently withdraw it. My juices dribble out of Julies open pussy and puddle on the sheet between her legs. She grabs a corner of the sheet to wipe herself before lying down beside me.

We talk about nothing in particular, but I move the subject around alsancak escort to our neighbours. We have only been living here a little while and have not have had much of a chance to meet them. I mention that the lady next door is Michelle, and she is married to Joe, and the lady across the road from her is Carol. Carol’s husband left some time ago, and she looks after her two children on her own. “Michelle told me she has not had a man for a long time”.

“Are you offering?”

“Isn’t that what neighbours are for?”

“Well, I don’t think so, least not while I am around”

“How about we invite her around, I am sure she would appreciate it”

“I’m not sure about that”

“You know my fantasies, a bit of variety. You didn’t want another couple in the house. But she is a nice lady and it would be a change”

“I am still not sure”

“How about we invite her around, but at any time if you say no then it will be no”

“I suppose so, but no means no”.

Later that afternoon, I visit Carol and invite her for next Saturday afternoon.

CHAPTER TWO

Saturday, and the warm weather is still with us. Our two children go to Carols place to babysit. She arrives shortly after dressed in a short skirt and transparent top, clearly showing her bra struggling to contain her cleavage. Carol is in her late 30’s, perhaps even 40. It is hard to imagine why her husband left her, as she almost exudes sex. She is shapely with long and firm legs, a rounded and feminine arse, and full tits. Shapely but firm, she must work out.

Introductions, a little light talk. Something to drink, a little white wine, particularly to relax Julie for what may be to come. I take Julie to one side and ask her what does she think. She says she is not into girls, but she seems really nice. “Do you want to go ahead with this?”

“Ok”

“Ok indeed”.

Returning. “Carol, Michelle mentioned that you get a bit lonely”

“Yes, at night in front of the television, or in bed on my own”

“It must be frustrating”

“I have my vibrators, and my other toys, but it isn’t a real substitute after so many years of a real man”

“Julie and I would like to help you out”

I leaned across and kissed Julie tenderly, placing my hands on her thighs, just below her shorts. Carol watched, Julie watched Carol out of the corner of her eye. I moved my hands towards Julie’s crotch, rubbing it gently through the layers of material in the way. I undid the rope tie around the waist of her shorts, unclipped them, and worked my way down. I glanced at Carol, who slid her own hands up her short skirt towards her own panties. Julie unconsciously spread her legs when I unzipped her shorts and started on her. Julie took a while to get going, this was new ground for her. In the meantime, Carol fingered herself with one hand and started to massage her breasts with the other.

I removed Julie’s top, she had small breasts and was not wearing a bra. I started on her nipples, gently at first. Carol started to undress, removing everything down to her bikini panties and a delightful gold chain around her waist. I beckoned her over and she sat on the other side of the couch, buca escort starting on Julies other nipple. Julie noticeable stiffened, and after a while began to relax. Carol was oh so gentle (having had much experience with Michelle), and soon Julie was starting to enjoy the exclusive attention of two. She looked across at Carol’s larger breasts, much larger while almost defying both age and having had two children. Ever the gentlewoman, Julie started to massage Carol’s nipples. Just the way that she would want to be touched herself. Carol cupped her breasts, and offered them to Julie, who moved on them with her mouth, gently using her lips and tongue. In the meantime, I could feel Julie’s panties getting wetter, as she started to get into this. I suggested perhaps she could lose the last of her clothing. She stood up and removed her shorts and panties, revealing her ebony lips, her vulva freshly shaved, smooth but the traces of her coarse pubic hair are still visible below the skin. Carol started; she had never seen a pussy quite like that before. She reached out and took over my duties, amazed at the large, thick and now swollen lips. She gently rubbed her hand up Julies slit, getting her fingers moist before starting on her clit. “I have never seen anything like that, it’s just so beautiful”. Julie was puzzled until Carol removed her panties. Her pubic hair was trimmed, but her labia was not even visible. Carol then knelt between Julie’s legs, and started to work at her.

Julie lost all inhibitions. Julie is never a fan of receiving oral sex; Carol had a touch like she had never felt before. Julie raised her hips, forcing her pussy into Carols face as Carol stimulated her as only another woman could. I continued on her breasts and nipples, and any other parts in reach. I heard Julies breathing become more erratic, and her body tensing. Never one to yell or scream, she tensed, gasped and came.

Carol continued to gently work Julie’s pussy, as if she had never seen one like it (which was true enough). The she asked me “How about you big boy, you want to help me out?” I look across at Julie, her expression was startled but not cross. I took that as a ‘yes’.

I grabbed some cushions and arranged them on the carpet. “Carol, lay on your stomach”. I gently spread her legs, then admired the view, the sexy gold chain laying just above her hips. I lay on top of her, my legs outside hers. She gets it, reaches me back and guides me in. I look across at Julie, she watches wide eyed. She had seen some porn movies with me but she had never ever seen another couple have sex in front of her before.

After several minutes, I whisper “lets roll over”. She spreads her legs for me to enter her. Starting with deep, slow strokes, using my pubic bone to hit her clit. Julie continued to watch her husband fuck this lady. Carol was much more vocal than Julie, and she was really getting hot; “harder, harder” leaving me well aware of what to do next. The more vocal she got, the more turned on I got, and it started to become harder to make it last.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum”. She dug her fingers into my shoulders and raised her hips before a final “oh fuck yes” as she came with me inside her. That was it for me me, I bore into harder three or four times and grunted deeply as I emptied myself inside her, hot sperm gushing into her pussy as the waves of pleasure match each deep thrust and each spurt of cum.

While nestled between Carols legs, I look across at Julie. “Are you ok?”

“That was the most amazing thing I have seen.”

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Cathy was smiling at her friend Cynthia with a goofy oh I just got fuck by a big black dick kind of smile while I just had an oh shit I just got caught fucking a while lady here comes the police kind of look. Cynthia didn’t really move. She just looked at the two of us. I guess she was in shock seeing me fucking her friend.

I release my huge dick from between Cathy’s creamy pussy lips and Cynthia’s eyes were bulging at the sight of my pussy juice-dripping dick.

“May I,” Cynthia asks me.

I wasn’t going to be stupid and tell her no. You can’t have any. So I sat on the bed with my legs up in the air and my massive hard cock shooting straight up at the ceiling. Cynthia came over slowly and just stood between my legs, staring at my hard meat. I think she couldn’t believe how big I was and just never saw a black cock in her life.

“Well silly. Eat up,” said Cathy who was rubbing my thighs keeping me hard and throbbing. Her hands soon found their way to my giant hairy balls and caress them with her fingertips. I had chills going through my body.

Cynthia finally got the urge to move in and take my swollen thick cockhead into her mouth. The sensation of her warm winter fresh mouth covering the head make me quiver all over. Her warm moist tongue slowly swirling around the head and finding my pee hole.

Cathy just watches as Cynthia was sucking my big head. Her hands were still caressing my balls and thighs. I couldn’t help but to take one of Cathy’s huge tits into my hands and squeeze it. Feeling the soft spongy texture flood through my fingers was making my cock throb even more. Cynthia’s eyes were nearly coming out of her socket, watching my dick grow an inch longer. She took the head out of her mouth and beat it against her tongue. She had an amazingly long tongue. I just hope she can use it. She would soon prove to me that she could.

She starts to slither her long tongue up and down the sides of my cock. Sliding from the base of my big dick, to the very top of the cockhead. Cathy wanted to get in on the action, so she stuck out her tongue and starts to caress one side of my cock, while Cynthia had the other side on lock down.

I was moaning and breathing heavily, feeling these magnificent tongues slither all over my massive meat. Soon both of their tongues met at the center of my cock. They started sword fighting with their tongue while my meat was in the middle being assault like an innocent bystander by multiple licks. They soon started to suck at each other’s mouths with my cock still in the middle being suck on by these two rich white ladies.

I just wanted to cum right then and there but I didn’t want to ruin their spectacular show they were doing to my cock. Sucking and licking it in union. They released my cock from their mouths and both ladies had attached themselves to one of my heavy balls. Both girls had a unique way of sucking their respective ball.

Cathy had my right giant ball in her mouth while her tongue inside, assault it with lashes. Cynthia had izmir escort my left giant ball outside her mouth and was eating down on it like a rabid dog biting a piece of red meat. It didn’t exactly hurt because she was doing it in a very sexual manner that was giving me so much pleasure. She also used her tongue to probe every inch of my giant left ball.

They spend about five minutes sucking and coating my balls with their saliva. Cynthia stood up and unzips the front of her business suit. Cathy had my cockhead press hard against her huge right tit, rubbing my pre-cum into her skin. Cynthia soon had her blouse off and standing before me in her black bra. Just like Cathy, she had an amazing pair of big breasts. I couldn’t wait to see them.

“Well you do the honors,” Cynthia asks me while she turns around with her back facing me.

I unfasten her bra and it slowly drops to the floor. She turns around with her hands and arms covering as much of her tits as possible. From what I could tell, they were nicely tan and well… Huge!

She finally releases her arms and her huge tan titties flop out at me. They jutted out her chest like giant torpedoes and all naturals. It surprised me how big and natural both their tits are from being women their age. But I was a lover of big tits, so I would just enjoy fucking them while I have the chance.

Cynthia crawls over to me and gives me a deep and passionate kiss. I cup her breasts from the bottom and bring them towards my mouth. I didn’t waste anytime and stuff my mouth with her tit flesh. Sucking on each nipple in turn. Cathy was giving me an awesome tit fuck. Wrapping both her giant melons around my massive dick. Bouncing them up and down the sides. The swollen cockhead would emerge from between the valley of her tits. She could stick out her tongue and get a few licks in before it disappears back between her luscious tits.

Speaking of luscious tits, I had a pair stuff in my mouth by Cynthia. Her hands were moving all over my chest and shoulders. Trying to bear my hard and intense pleasuring of her big tits. I bet her husband never work her breasts like I was doing. Cynthia was breathing hard and letting out loud moans while I stuff my mouth with her huge tits and suck on her nipples. They were the size of erasers and were surrounded by large saucer like areolas. My tongue really works her nipples and areolas. Cynthia even moaned out that she was going to cum soon from the treatment her tits were receiving.

I was on my way to cum soon too, as Cathy increase her tit fucking and rapidly bang my thighs with her oversize titties. Her big hard nipples were compressed into my stomach while the big tits themselves surrounded my cock comfortably.

Cynthia drops her tits from my mouth and bends her face down above the bouncing tits of Cathy. As the cockhead pop from behind her breasts, Cynthia would suck on it while Cathy’s tits bounce and hit her in the chin. My hands rested on the top of Cynthia’s head, alsancak escort pushing her down into the bouncing tit flesh.

Cathy released my throbbing meat and let Cynthia push her head down further on my huge dick. She stuffs her mouth with 5 1/2 inches of thick meat. I felt like I was on ecstasy, just zoning out into a different world while these ladies work my dick over.

Suddenly, Cathy had my legs up and my ass had been lifted off the bed. I felt her wet tongue slithering its way inside my asshole. I have never felt anything in my ass before but her tongue brought me back to life like I had just died. She lays my right leg over on Cynthia’s shoulders while her hands spread my ass cheeks apart. Her tongue begins to drill its way deep into my anus. The licking gave me chills and my toes curl within my socks.

Cynthia was bobbing her head wildly on my cock. Her small left hand stroke my cock at the base while she pushes down more and more on it. She had taken in another 2 inches. Her other hand was between her legs, rubbing furiously at her pussy. I moved my hands up to her ass, which was push up into the air. I lift up her skirt and slide my hands over her nice round ass. It was firm and jiggling a little bit during my hands exploring it.

Cathy had removed her wet tongue from my asshole and started an assault on my giant balls. Moans flooded the room from the girls and myself while they suckle my nut sack. I felt my cock ready to explode and explode it did. I felt it spring up from my balls and travel through my shaft, spilling into Cynthia’s awaiting mouth. She pulls my cock out of her mouth and lets my cum flow from it like a volcano going off. Thick layer of cum covered my dick and spill onto her hand. Both girls then preceded to clean my cock up and lick up all the cum.

“We’re not done yet baby,” said Cynthia. “I have to feel your huge cock in me.”

Cynthia starts stroking my limp floppy dick. Trying to get it hard again. Cathy fed me her appetizing titties. I pull and chew on her fat nipples. I took a good amount of her areolas into my mouth as well. Sucking on them hard and savagely. My cock started to grow enormous again and Cynthia just stared at it in awe.

“Mmmm. Let me sit on this big dick,” Cynthia moans.

She hicks up her skirt just like Cathy had done and slowly eases her pussy lips around my swollen cockhead and then starts stuffing her pussy with my thick shaft.

“AAAHHH! Holy shit! So huge. The biggest cock I have ever felt in me,” cried Cynthia.

She presses down further, trying to engulf my entire cock into her tight cunt. Soon the only thing left outside her pussy was my huge balls resting at the lips. Her pale white face became bright red and sweat started to drip from her forehead. My hands grab onto her big as she begins to ride me.

“OOOOWWWWW GOD! So incredible! So huge and thick. UUUGGHHH!” Cried Cynthia riding my cock like she was bull riding. She was tossing her body in every direction buca escort while pounding my dick and pressing my balls against her pussy lips. Her huge tits were flying at my face and I had the urge to suck them into my mouth but a surprise to me, Cathy bet me to it. Cathy had her mouth and hands all over her best friend’s chest. Stuffing her mouth with tit meat that was bouncing from my huge cock. Watching her suck her friend’s tits drove me wild.

I started to lift Cynthia up by her ass and slam her down hard on my dick. Getting large amounts of her ass into my hands and kneading it. Cathy moved her right hand down between Cynthia and my pelvises. She started rubbing her loosen pussy lips with her fingers. Cynthia was moaning up a storm. Crying because of the pain and felt herself reach an orgasmic state.

Cynthia presses her body against mines, sliding her slippery huge tits against my chest. She was moaning in my ears while she kisses and suckles them.

“I’M CUMMMING!!!” She cried lifting her head up and pressing her hands down against my chest. Her massive sweaty breasts were bulging between her arms, swaying in rapidly at me. Cathy was behind Cynthia, pressing her down hard on my cock and smoothing her back with her big tits. I seen her hands move to Cynthia’s front and grip a handful of bouncing tits and do things to them that I couldn’t take any longer.

As soon as Cynthia came hard on my cock. I pulled out and position her on her back. I stroke my cock a few times before it erupted with three huge spurts of cum, hosing her chest and stomach down. Cathy even took my cock into her hands and strokes it over her friend’s breasts. Emptying my balls out for the moment and then taking the cockhead between her lips and starts sucking what’s left of the cum out.

“I wonder where could Cathy and Cynthia has gone to?” Said Cassie.

“I don’t know. Why don’t I go find them?” Suggested Cindy twisting the front part of her blond hair around into a braid.

“You don’t that,” replied Cassie. “And tell them that we’re going to be heading over to the club to show Theresa around all right?”

Cindy headed upstairs, hoping joyfully and came across my close door. She heard strange noises coming out and got curious. She pushes the door open slightly to find her board members Cathy sitting on Cynthia’s face, getting her pussy munch on, while I was on my knees between Cynthia’s legs, eating her pussy and sucking her clit.

She pushes the door open further and we all heard the doorknob hit the wall. I looked up from between Cynthia’s legs and Cathy had turned her head around. Cynthia wasn’t paying attention and just kept working Cathy’s sweet cunt. We didn’t know what Cindy was going to do or say to us. It was a moment of silence except for Cynthia slurping and sucking on Cathy.

To my surprise, Cindy rips open her shirt, revealing her braless huge breasts that shook and jiggle with their release. Her small frame makes her tits look gigantic. Perhaps bigger then both Cynthia and Cathy.

“34 JJs. You like?” Cindy asks me while my mouth was wipe open and in disbelief. Cynthia’s pussy juices was dripping from my mouth as Cindy makes her way closer and closer to us. I guest I was wrong about her small frame making them look huge. They were and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them.

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I had just turned 18, and my buddy and I went out to the bars for some fun. We closed em down and headed home horny as most 18 year olds were. Brad kept rubbing his dick thru his jeans complaining about how horny he was.

He gave me some directions to a place he said was a guaranteed blow job. Well, I was in. He took us across town on Northwest HWY. We went north on Harry Hines. The place isn’t there anymore, its further north on Hines, we pulled into the Paris Adult Bookstore. Brad had obviously been here before, but I didn’t know what to expect.

He explained to go to the counter and get $5.00 worth of quarters and follow him to the back. We each got our quarters and went to the back behind some curtains. When I say it was dark, thats an understatement. Even though it was close to 3 in the morning, my eyes had to adjust.

Once they did, I saw several people standing around and 2-3 rows of booths with lights on top showing if it was occupied. I found one with no light on, and entered.

I found a little latch and izmir escort hooked it closed. Next there was some fumbling about trying to see what I was supposed to do now. I figured it out and my first porn movie came to life.

It was about a candy striper who fucked and sucked Drs. and other nurses alike. It took me no time to get hard and drop my pants to jack off. While i was stroking I heard someone say “let me suck it.” I turned and noticed for the first time what a glory hole was and how it was used.

This was late 78, long before aids was known about. I turned and shoved my little 6″ cock thru the hole to “heaven”. The guy on the other side went to work on my cock and had me standing on my tippy toes, my body glued to the wall between us and shaking like a leaf. I came too quick, but lights exploded, the earth shook with my first blow job and first time to cum without my own hand.

I had to sit down for a moment to gain by senses back. I reached for the hole to help me get alsancak escort up. The door next to me opened as I attempted to rise. I quickly found out the signal for “I want to suck your dick” is the fingers in the hole.

I and my new friend never had a chance to see each other before his 8″ thick cock came thru the hole to my side. Never thought about another cock, but here it was hard as steel and a drop of precum on the tip. I’m not sure what I was thinking, but I knew what had just happened to me.

I reached out and tentatively touched the first cock other than mine. It was so soft, yet looking at it, it was hard, bulging, angry looking. I wrapped my hand around it and started to slide my hand up and down its length. The drop of precum became larger and started to drip off. I immediately stuck my tongue out and caught it, my tongue slicing thru the air and coming in contact with his hard cock.

It flexed and jumped, a small moan coming from the other booth. I did it buca escort again and again, he said suck it. I opened my mouth and slid the head in. since I was new to this, i couldn’t take it all in. I used my tongue and lips to apply pressure to the same spots i knew were sensitive on my own dick.

My new neighbor started to buck against the wall and making noises. I really didn’t know what was happening, I was to focused on what I was doing. Then it happened, he came without warning, filling my mouth with a huge load of cum. I swallowed out of instinct and the flavor was unique.

I began to think this was the most awesome place in the world. My friend didn’t say anything, but I could hear his pants and belt going up. I hurried to get mine up, I heard his door open to leave and I looked thru the hole and caught a glimpse of him leaving.

The name on the belt said “Brad”, I realized I had just sucked off my best friend and swallowed his cum. To this day, I don’t think he knew it was me. Afterward, we often talked of going back, and he bragged how the last guy gave him a great blow job and how he swallowed it all.

This was just the beginning of my life after this. I got married twice, had kids, then everything went south in the sex with my wife. I look forward to posting about my 40’s and how I turned back to sucking and getting sucked.

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