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When I was in my mid-Thirties I was working as a technical consultant installing brewing machinery around the world. This took me to some pretty interesting places but the town that really stole my heart was surprisingly Cork. If you haven’t been to Cork its on the Southern coast of the Ireland and the county’s third largest city. Cork is still a relatively sleepy place with friendly people who like to enjoy themselves despite the damp weather. Relative humidity is above 80% for the whole year but fortunately it doesn’t rain that much.

I’m John by the way. My story begins when I was installing some new equipment in Murphy’s Brewery. I’m sure you’ve all heard of the world famous Guinness stout, well Murphy’s stout is the main competitor with a slightly nutty flavor a hint of coffee and less bitter than it’s rival. My job was to help the technicians at Murphy’s install their new system and teach them how to use and maintain it for the long haul. The typical install was a two week stretch followed by a month long gap and another two weeks. The idea was to put the training wheels on and come back to deal with any problems that surfaced in the interim when the local team was running things.

My counterparts were an experienced master brewer, Pádraig, his second, Sean and their intern, Caitlín. From the first day I knew we’d hit it off, everyone was convivial and eager to learn. We worked hard each day and took to socializing in the evenings over a couple of pints at the brewery pub. That first weekend, Pádraig who had a wife and kids to go home to, nominated Sean and Caitlín to take me around the city to see it’s major sights.

Sean was the classic lad, with lots of friends and an interest in cars. He’s tastes were hardly mine but it was fun to see the city through his eyes – the youth, vitality and fun there was to have. Caitlín was almost his mirror opposite, intelligent, quiet, perhaps a little shy around men, but warm and eager to please. She had only just graduated high school and was taking the year off to work before going back to college. How to describe her? 5’5″ with long ginger ringlets coming down a foot part her shoulders, green sparkling eyes, freckles covering her whole face, and nice “B” cup of pert breasts. Her hips were slim rather than womanly. At 19 she was a little less than half my 36 years.

It soon became clear that I had more in common with Caitlín, so we agreed that just the two of us would meet up on Sunday to see the more cultural sights on offer of which there were many. We managed to see St. Finbarre’s Cathedral, St. Anne’s Church, the Cork Public Museum and the English Market before night started to fall. It was then that Caitlín surprised me with two tickets to go to the Cork Jazz Festival. How could I say no escorted by such a lovely lass. I insisted bursa escort I treat her to dinner first and I picked one of the nicer places in the city. Caitlín was a delight, full of life and smart and witty at the same time. The age difference melted away as she became more outgoing and shed her shy demeanor.

The jazz music was wonderful. Not too experimental but good old classics played to make the crowd sway in time. It wasn’t long before we were dancing with the others and Caitlín was in my arms. The signals she was sending were clear – she was definitely into me but I wasn’t sure whether I wanted a “holiday” romance with such a young Irish rose. I didn’t want to take advantage and break her heart or mine. The night ended late with an awkward parting. I took her back to her parent’s house where she lived and then went on to my hotel.

The next week was more of the same. Caitlín was friendly and flirtatious when no one else was around. My resistance was wearing down and finally I told her that I could stay an extra two days over the weekend if she’d like to keep showing me around. We happened to be behind a large vat when I told her and she fairly leapt into my arms and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek. We decided we would pretend that I was leaving on the Friday night and simply stay at the hotel for a few extra days while she took me around the surrounding countryside where we were certain not to bump into any Murphy’s employees that knew either of us.

Saturday morning came and I dressed casually with jeans and a warm jacket for the active day I knew to be ahead. My rental car was waiting at reception complete with a packed picnic in a wicker basket and an insulated container for champagne and two flutes. Caitlín came just at the appointed time looking as lovely as ever and trailing a small overnight suitcase – was I going to get lucky tonight I wondered?

How to describe Blarney Castle where we went? Possibly the most romantic spot I’ve ever been and famous for the Blarney stone – which by legend endows one that kisses it with the gift of the gab. We took our picnic lunch to a secluded spot under a large oak tree with a view of rolling open hills and I laid out a warm woolen blanket. For once the weather was cooperating and the air was warm and the sun streaming through the trees. We ate slowly savoring the delicious food and then broke open the champagne. Caitlín raised her glass and made a toast with a twinkle in her eye: “To the perfect day, the perfect lunch, the perfect man, and tonight, the perfect evening.” I nearly snorted my champagne up my nose but had a comeback: “To the woman who must have kissed the Blarney stone one hundred times, you are my siren calling me to stay in Cork and never leave.” With that I leaned over the short distance between us and kissed her. bursa escort bayan

We savored each other’s lips and mouths and enjoyed the build up as if we knew we had more time that just another day. Eventually we came up for air and stared into each other’s eyes. It was clear what we had was special – a mutual and powerful attraction. Caitlín was the first to speak: “Guess I’ll just have to come out with it, I’m falling in love with you and I want to stay over tonight. That’s why I brought the overnight pack with me. But you’ll have to be gentle because I’m still a virgin.” She looked a little hesitant and scared after her declaration but not for long when I replied: “I love you too Caitlín. I don’t care about the age difference if you don’t. I want to be with you and take care of you as you take care of me. That is if you’ll let me?” To which she responded simply “Yes.” On the drive back to the hotel we kept looking at each other and smiling and squeezing each other’s hands like love sick teenagers – which in a way we were since Caitlín was still 19.

Back in the hotel room, Caitlín took off to the bathroom to have a shower and refresh herself while I waited anxiously on the bed. 30 minutes later she appeared in a simple sheer slip. Her small pale breasts ended in tiny nipples, below was a smooth milky waist and below that a well trimmed thatch of ginger orange hair. Without a word she strode across the room and started taking off my clothes. It didn’t take long until I was naked sporting a huge erection and Caitlín had slipped out of her meager clothing. We kissed passionately as I touched her flanks and bottom. Before long my cock lodged at her wet and slick opening. Looking deep into her eyes I asked for her permission and she nodded her assent. Slowly I pushed in until her hymen broke and my cock was fully nestled into her folds. From there we built up a slow and loving rhythm while Caitlín got used to it all. I could feel my scrotum tighten and knew it wouldn’t be long before I came. I told her I was going to cum soon and was she protected. Caitlín asked me to just do it in her as she wanted to feel my cum deep inside her. But before I came she stiffened and breathed in tightly letting me know she’d got there before me, if only a few seconds ahead.

Afterwards we simply held each other and fell asleep naked in the warmth of each other’s bodies. The next morning I woke to the sight of those orange locks spread across the pillow and remembered what had happened last night. Instantly I was hard again. I started caressing Caitlín’s breasts and pussy. When her eye’s opened I kissed her slowly and she moved her legs open giving my cock access to her pussy for the second time. This time our love making was more relaxed and we came together with me depositing another load of semen deep escort bursa in her body.

The remainder of the day was a blur of lovemaking and meals in bed but in the end I had to leave. I promised to stay in touch and we knew I’d be back in a month anyway. But the month apart seemed endless. We Skyped every day and wrote old fashioned love letters mailed by post. Finally the day came and Caitlín was waiting at the airport arrivals hall when I came through. She rushed into my arms and kissed me hard. Then back we went to the hotel where she had already left an overnight bag. It was her intention to stay with me every night I was in Cork. I asked her what her parents thought of this and she said that she’d told them she was going to stay with her new boyfriend for a few weeks.

Surprisingly the work environment wasn’t strange. I’d thought someone would catch on about the two of us but no one seemed to. Just enough issues had surfaced to keep me busy but give me free time to spend with Caitlín in the evenings. About a week into my arrival back Caitlín slipped me a note at work saying we needed to talk. So back at the hotel we settled into a cozy nook of the hotel bar close to the fireplace.

She said: “John I have some news that I’d like to share with you and I want you to hear me out before you say anything back. Ok?”

I replied “Of course.”

Then Caitlín began, “You know I love you and want to be with you. I’ve been thinking of moving to London in the next few months when my internship is finished. Imperial College has given me a place to study engineering and I know that’s just around the corner from where you live. I hope it’s not to forward of me?”

I replied “Of course not, I’d love to have you living with me although I don’t know how much studying you’ll get done – it’s hard for me to keep my hands off you!”

Caitlín continued “About that, you see I wasn’t completely honest with you on your last visit. I wasn’t on any birth control when you and I made love and,” she hesitated, “…I’m pregnant.” From confident and assertive her face was now full of expectation and uncertainty.

I couldn’t help but smile. “So I have the woman of my dreams knocked up already. What more could I ask for.”

Caitlín breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. I just wanted our first time together to be perfect and didn’t imagine I’d get pregnant so fast.”

“Well I was going to wait by now is as good a time as any.” Getting down on one knee, I opened a small black velvet box with a gleaming and elegant single diamond ring inside. “Caitlín, will you do me the great honor of being my wife?”

To which she replied: “Yes, yes, oh yes.”

It didn’t take long until we were married and living in London together. Caitlín gave birth to a beautiful ginger headed girl just like her and went on to graduate from Imperial with a First Class degree. I guess she is very smart because I was always distracting her from studying with our frequent love making sessions!

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Goa. December 2011. I’d just got off the bus. Drinking alone at a shack by the beach. And that’s where He joined me at the table. We made the usual conversation. I noticed he used every excuse to reach out and touch my arm, my shoulder and even my knee.

He: Hey, listen. how about we share a room? Save some cash that way.

And with that he had his hand on my thigh. Well inside my shorts actually 🙂

Yummy. I moved forward in my chair as though I was offering him my crotch. I was too.

Not that I fancied him or anything… but that evening I was in animal mode. I just wanted to get slutty. I had been feeling my self on the bus all the way here, and the old man in the next seat kept groping me every chance he got. I was in heat. He was on the same bus in the seat behind us and had seen all this. He knew I wanted some.

Me: Let’s have another drink and we’ll get our room.

I could feel his breath on my ass as I walked …actually struted up the stairs to the room.

The receptionist and room service chaps leered at me. Was I such an obvious slut? Not that I mind, it is exactly what I want. To be a slut without fear and to have everyone know it and treat me like one. Wow. Was that a grope? That surely was a caress from my new found partner… And that is surely a hand finding its way under my pants…

Now I’m horny as hell and if this guy goes on this way I’ll be out of my thongs and riding his cock even before this room service fellow leaves. Maybe I’ll hold on to room service cock (with my mouth) to balance myself.

Privacy at last.

He: I didn’t think we would need to separate our cots.

I heard “cots” as “cocks” at first.

He: That’s why I didn’t ask them to. Hope it is alright.

I didn’t answer. Wasted breath. I walked up to the door and bolted it. If he had any doubts, they were gone now given the way I put out my ass. I took a loud husky desperate breath.

And then I walked up to the window and drew the curtains. That was when a hand was again trying to find its way around my left butt cheek. I arched a little and got the thumb to nick me between the thong and the soft part near my arse hole. Promising. Very very promising.

I turned around, walked to the opposite bursa escort window and drew the curtains. He just sat there stunned. His hand frozen right where my ass was just seconds ago.

Off with my sandals. I let my shorts fall and stepped out of them. Looking straight at him. Come get me tiger. 😉

He didn’t expect thongs I suppose. But he must have known something different was coming when his thumb brushed against my asshole.

As the T-shirt came off, my vest lifted up to my shoulder and stayed there a moment. It always feels delicious when I “inadvertently” expose my navel, my nipples and my waxed chest.

Love this moment. Thongs, baby! Thongs! A must for any self-respecting slut. It rides in the valley of darkness :D. Rubbing in it. Getting infused with every bit of your salty essence.

And so… I quietly slide out of my thongs and carry them gently to him, kneeling on the bed. And I tie it around his neck like a medal. Congratulations, Sir. You have won. As a reward, you will be allowed to have carnal knowledge of this fine piece of ass tonight.

He: Jenny…

Don’t you love it when they whimper.

I put my mouth on his. One long magical kiss… Woah. Tongues, you may now get to know each other. Wow. He tastes like beer and cigarettes and there is that foul taste under all this that makes me feel so dirty.

I’m dizzy. I can feel his hand on my hip. Surely a kisser this one. The others aren’t so taken with a kiss. Their hands are usually getting to know my ass by this time.

My god. He likes it slow. After my own heart this guy. This is magic. Our mouths are locked. I’m rocking gently my bare crotch rubbing softly on his shirt. I hold his face to mine.

We’re mumbling. Struggling to breathe. But neither of us wants to break it.

Oh. My. God.

I have half a mind to squirt him right now but a more gradual introduction to the dark side is preferred. I slip my hands over his shoulders and stradle his lap. I sit. The jewels nestling softly where his zipper is (bulging by the way).

He runs a finger in my valley. And is back trying to get to know my butt. Soft and gentle but firm. Every now and then a rough knuckle touches the soft edges of my hole. <3 Enough intro. bursa escort bayan I roll my vest up to my shoulders, baring my chest. Hey nipples, hey navel say hello to uncle. He will be sucking on you tonight. OK?

He runs a hand up and down my back. This chap is too good at this. I lean my bare chest against him. The soft silk shirt makes my skin horny.

I taste his cheek in one long slow lick, push him on the bed and am on top. Taking his shirt off. I feel our bare chests together for the first time. His hairy. Mine silk. 😉

Me: How many days you here?

He: A week. You?

Me: The same. We could stay longer and fuck ourselves to death if you’re interested.

He: Ha ha. Horny Bitch. I love you.

Me: I take that as a yes. Shouldn’t we get your pants off?

Both parties agreed on that point. I get on my knees on the floor and undo the trousers and help him out of it. There is a wet patch on the front of his Jockey undies. I plant another long kiss there. I rub my face in it. Taking in his scent. Junior suddenly makes an appearance at the top of his undies. Impatient fellow. Tasty too. Off the undies go. Some priming for junior. Quite a mouthful this one. Somewhere in this room is a fleshy little pink hole that is going to be stretched to the limits of its pinkness and be very happy tonight.

I get on top, my back towards him. He fingers my nipples from behind. I arch back. Delicious. Hole nice, tight and ready. And Junior is rock hard. I let out a little fart.

Hey Junior, meet Pinky. Pinky, say “Hello” to Junior. But Pinky didn’t have the chance to say anything. As soon as she opened her mouth, I parked my self on junior’s slimy head and gently eased him into the main hall of pinkness where most of the nights entertainments were scheduled to be conducted. I could feel junior was quite happy there hobbnobbing with one and all. Pinky seems stretched out as much as she can and is very happy to be a part of the proceedings.

Another fart and I’m off. Thrusting, bouncing, heaving, moaning… This goes on for quite a while and the fellow takes ages to come… this is good… thrusting, more bouncing…

He: Here, turn this way.

Me: OK.

Out you go Junior. Intermission time. I need escort bursa to turn around without getting you in a twist (we can try that another time). Now back you go inside. That is a part of the pink hall you hadn’t visited the last time I think. And junior is all slimy now and knows his way in and out with ease.

He: Never miss the look on a slut’s face when she’s pumping.

Me: :). I’m tired. you’re a long lasting one.

He: Wait. almost… there…

Me: I like it when you refer to me as a “She” when we’re fucking. Love you.

He grabs my bum on each side making like he’s gonna tear my ass open. I make like I want him to tear it open and give him the sluttiest smile he’s ever seen. Thrust… thrust… thrust… I take a break to suck on Junior one more time. And then I’m off again. Bump… bump… bump… and we’re near the finish line!

Yay. We have a winner. The unmistakable sensation of a squirting within the main hall. And my lover looks like he is having a fit. And a long one too. Thrust… thrust… thrust… bounce bounce bounce. Come on, darling. Almost there. Junior is twitching inside me almost like a vibrator. And then, “Aaah… Oh… God. Bitch. Slut. Woah.” Hmmm.

We kiss and get cozy. Time for sloppy seconds. and I am as sloppy as a runny nose. Slimy hole… no better feeling than that in the world I think… except for that kiss… and that tight fit and the burning sensation when the going gets rough… hmmmm… apart from those, there is no better feeling than cum leaking from your hole and your butt cheeks rubbing against each other in that slime. Joosy. <3 Kissy time. A couple of long ones. We lay back to discuss plans for the week. Me: I think they know what we’re up to. He: Who? The room service chap? Me: Yep. And the receptionist too. He: They certainly do. Mr. Room Service even cupped your ass on the stairs. Me: Oh. I thought it was you. He: When I cup it, my hand will be inside your thongs. Me: Really? How sweet?! Cup me now. He: Care to make a few bucks afterwards? Me: Like what? He: Just get friendly with the receptionist and the janitor. These chaps will pimp for you. Lots of tourists looking for some good meat. Easy money. Me: Wow. Does it really show that I am such a slut? Ha ha. I like!! He: You are the finest and most obvious piece of ass I have seen in all my life. Get on your knees. It’s my turn on top now.

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Chloe got slowly to her feet, and stood at the foot of the bench, looking down fondly at Nicky. She carefully knelt on the end of the bench, her knees either side of Nicky’s. She then lent forward, and supported herself on her forearms, so that she was looking directly into Nicky’s face. Their lips came together, and they kissed deeply, Nicky’s hands roaming over Chloe’s back and shoulders, and then slipping underneath to squeeze and caress her hanging breasts. Chloe sighed with pleasure.

She slowly lowered herself down so that their bodies came together gently. First their hairy mounds gently pressing on each other, then their soft bellies, and finally their warm full breasts squeezing together, nipple rubbing sensuously over nipple. The girls continued kissing, Nicky running her hands all over Chloe’s luscious body, and through her lovely red hair. Very slowly Chloe began to gyrate her hips round and round, so that their aroused pussies rubbed over each other, causing both girls to sigh deeply with utter pleasure.

Miss Shaw sat back and watched, adoring the view, believing it to be one of the loveliest sights she had ever witnessed — so sensual, so erotic, so loving. One hand dropped between her legs, and she gently fingered her recently abused pussy, while the other hand absently played with her own nipples.

She was starting to get lost in her own feelings, and the delightful view in front of her, when Adele’s strident voice brought her back to reality.

“Oi, Miss! Forget the lovers, you still owe me a damned good fucking…., and do you want your panties back? Or are you going without, like the slapper you are?”

Miss Shaw turned her head sharply to see the slim, tight bodied girl, still naked, sitting on the bench that surrounded the room leaning back against the lockers. She was pinching and twisting one of her small hard nipples between her fingers. As Miss Shaw looked round she spread her knees wide, and wantonly displayed her hairless cunt to her teacher. Miss Shaw gasped as she saw the end of her black thong still poking out between Adele’s swollen lips. Adele smiled dirtily and dropped her hand between her legs to flick, and rub her own clit.

“Come and get it,” she taunted.

“Oh I intend to, you dirty little girl, just you wait.”

She rolled over onto her hands and knees and slowly started to crawl towards Adele. Her movements were catlike; as though she was stalking her prey. Adele grinned as the older woman slowly approached; she loved the way her firm round ass moved from side to side as she stalked towards her, and the way her large hanging breasts swayed enticingly with every move.

Miss Shaw stopped and knelt up in front of Adele. She placed her fingers on Adele’s hips, dug her long red nails in and then slowly drew her talons down Adele’s thighs, who cried out softly in exquisite pain. When she reached her knees Miss Shaw held on to her legs and firmly pushed the palms of her hand back up her thighs, massaging and kneading the firm flesh, as though she were trying to erase her nail marks. When she reached Adele’s hips again she let her thumbs briefly graze over the top of her pubic mound before massaging upwards over her firm muscled belly. When she reached her small pert breasts she took one roughly in each hand, squeezing and massaging hard enough to make Adele gasp; she took each nipple between her finger and thumb and twisted and tugged them savagely. Adele squealed with pleasure and pain. Miss Shaw’s hands continued their travel upwards, onto her shoulders, and up the back of her neck. She ran her fingers up into Adele’s short hair, grabbed her head and pulled it towards her as she bent to kiss her roughly on the lips with a furious passion. She then made the return journey, this time with her lips; kissing her way down to the nipples, where she stopped to bite and chew each one in turn, eliciting more moans from Adele. She continued her voyage downwards, kissing and licking her flat belly, until she reached her mound once more. She roughly pushed Adele’s legs wide open and began to lick and suck ferociously on her exposed clit.

“Oh God, oh God!” moaned Adele. “Fuck me, please fuck me.”

At that moment Chloe and Nicky came over hand in hand. Chloe sat down next to Adele and lent over to kiss her, whilst squeezing and caressing her breasts. Nicky knelt next to Miss Shaw, but between Chloe’s legs and began to kiss and lick her pussy.

However she was compelled to stop and watch the erotic show unfolding next to her. The older woman bent forward and took the end of her own panties that were sticking out of Adele’s hairless hole between her teeth. She started to gently pull them out.

Adele gasped at the feeling of the rough material uncoiling and dragging down the inside of her tight wet love hole. Ever so slowly the black panties came into view, stretched between Miss Shaw’s teeth and Adele’s hot cunt that was so desperately trying to hang onto them!

Nicky could see that they were saturated in Adele’s juices, but what bursa escort excited her even more was the fact that large parts of their surface were thickly smeared in Adele’s creamy white secretions. All of a sudden she felt an overwhelming desire to consume these shining contents of Adele’s beautiful pussy.

As Miss Shaw continued tugging more black lace and thick pussy cream appeared, it was so enticing. Eventually the end was reached and they fell heavily out of her pussy. Miss Shaw sat up with the panties clenched between her teeth as though she was a clever puppy who had retrieved her favourite toy! Nicky and Chloe clapped in delight. Nicky nodded at the sodden thong and opened her mouth. Miss Shaw got the message. She lifted her head higher and Nicky deftly took the free end in her mouth, hungrily sucking the moisture out. As Miss Shaw opened her mouth the thong was so heavy with pussy juice that it swung down heavily and slapped wetly between Nicky’s breasts. She giggled at the sound and the feeling.

Nicky turned and sat up between Chloe’s legs so that the bottom end of the panties hung tantalisingly above Chloe’s mouth. Chloe reached up and caught it between her teeth. The 2 girls then faced each other, eye to eye, the glistening cum covered thong stretched between them. Ever so slowly, using teeth and tongue, they each began to suck their end of the garment into their own mouths. Moving slowly, closer and closer together, they sucked and devoured Adele’s pussy juice and her wonderful secretions from the thin material. As they got closer and closer both Adele and Miss Shaw could see Adele’s creamy white cum smearing all round both their lips.

When they finally met they kissed each other noisily, licking Adele’s secretions off each other’s faces, well as best they could with Miss Shaw’s panties still shared between their mouths! Eventually a smiling Nicky reached 2 fingers between their lips and slowly extracted the cleaned garment. She tossed it over to Miss Shaw, adding, “There you go Miss, a pair of pussy laundered knickers for you, I hope you like the smell, Chloe and I certainly did!”

With that Nicky and Chloe washed each other’s faces clean, and Nicky returned to licking and fingering her new sweetheart’s furry pussy. She was long overdue her orgasm.

With the pantie show complete Adele looked lustfully at her teacher and repeated her plea, “Fuck me Miss, fuck me now!” She lay back, spread her legs wide and closed her eyes, waiting longingly for her beloved teacher to roughly thrust 2 or 3 fingers up her quivering cunt. But the expected assault never arrived.

Instead Adele heard a strange rustling and scraping sound. Out of curiosity she opened her eyes to see Miss Shaw dragging her large handbag towards her. For a moment Adele felt let down, disappointed and frustrated, but that all changed when she saw what was in the bag. Miss Shaw withdrew the largest strap-on she’d ever seen, in fact it was the only strap-on she’d ever seen, and it was fitted with a massive black cock — long, ridged, and very very thick.

“Oh my god,” she gasped. “It’s huge!”

“And it’s all for you my dear,” came the reply. “How would you like to feel this beauty thrusting deep inside you?”

“I’d love it…, but it’s too big…, my tight pussy will never take it. You’ll rip me apart!”

“Oh, you’d be surprised, I think you’ll love him, I do.”

With that Miss Shaw lifted the giant cock to her mouth and erotically sucked the huge smooth glans; all the girls watched open mouthed. Kneeling up she then took the monster from her mouth, and dropped it slowly down her body until the glistening head nestled in her pussy hair. With one fluid movement, and a groan of utter pleasure, she drove the thick black phallus deep into her own pussy.

“Oooo, it feels so good; so snug inside here, I really want to fuck myself with it…..,” she said, slowly wiggling the giant phallus backwards and forwards inside her. “But it’s all for you my naughty foul mouthed little schoolgirl,” she added almost regretfully.

She slowly pulled it out of herself and showed the girls how it was now thickly coated with her own shiny juices. She caught sight of the envious look on Chloe’s face and laughed. “Sorry Watkins, this is all for your little mate, but I’m sure your new sweetheart can help you with this.”

She promptly reached in the bag and pulled out a 10″ long, thick and heavily veined dildo.

Chloe’s eyes lit up, “Oh yes, too right,” was her reply. She looked at Nicky pleadingly, “I need that inside me now, please Nicky…, please fuck me with it, make me cum, I so need to cum …now!”

Nicky reached over, grabbed the fat cock and quickly slid it inside Chloe’s flame haired hole as she bent to lick, suck and nibble on her engorged clit.

That was just the trigger that Chloe needed; she gasped with delight as the cock slipped inside her. She threw back her head and wiggled her body from side to side as the cock slid deeper. Nicky glanced up; she loved the way her magnificent, bursa escort bayan breasts trembled delightfully as she wriggled. Her nipples were so hard and extended they looked almost painful.

Nicky started to gently slide the dildo in and out, as she continued to suck and flick her clit. Chloe loved this. She reached down and grabbed a handful of Nicky’s hair in each hand and ground Nicky’s face into her throbbing pussy. “That’s beautiful…., suck my clit, nibble it please…. Oh that’s so good.” Nicky could feel her body start to tense up and begin to writhe as the orgasm started to build.

“Oh my darling, my lover, that is wonderful…, fuck me harder, please.” The dildo was huge, and Nicky, being unused to Sapphic love really didn’t want to hurt her, however as she increased the speed and depth of her thrusts Chloe responded beautifully! She began to pant and groan, and writhe uncontrollably on the bench. Her constant murmuring alternated between breathless endearments to her new lover, and insistent demands to be fucked harder. Nicky started to pump her pussy more vigorously with the dildo. She couldn’t get enough; the harder she fucked her the more she wanted. She was thrashing from side to side as Nicky now started to pump her ferociously. “It’s, it’s…, I’m cumming…, so near, so near, so fucking near!” muttered Chloe, caught right on the brink of orgasm, her body virtually vibrating with passion. Nicky’s hand on the big dildo was a blur as she plunged it in and out. However Chloe seemed to remain hovering on the brink until Nicky sucked really hard on her clit, clamped it between her teeth, and then flicked it viciously with her tongue. That was what she needed. With a huge scream of passion her orgasm hit like an express train. She bucked and thrashed under her, slamming her pussy into Nicky’s hand and face. Nicky was quite scared by the intensity of it all, but kept pumping and sucking as long as she could, so Chloe could keep riding the wave after wave of spasms that were racking her body. She was absolutely covered in Chloe’s sweet juices which were copiously leaking out around the dildo, but had no intention of slowing down until her lover’s passion was completely sated. Eventually Chloe began to relax and so Nicky slowed her stimulation accordingly, bringing her down slowly.

Finally Chloe slumped back onto the bench with a deep sigh of contentment on her face. “My darling, that was so wonderful, you were fabulous.”

Nicky beamed with pride, her heart filled with love for this beautiful girl. As she lay in repose on the bench Nicky gently extracted the huge dildo. It was covered in her juices, and it was with great delight that she let Chloe watch her lick and suck it clean. She then looked down; the neatly trimmed bush of fine red hair between her thighs was now matted and sodden, love juice was still seeping from her now red and abused pussy. Nicky bent down and tenderly licked her clean, flicking her tongue gently up her hole and licking her still swollen pussy lips; she then used her nails to carefully groom and untangle her pussy hair. When she was happy that she had returned her lover’s pussy back to its former beauty she sat back with a sigh of satisfaction. She looked up to see Chloe staring at her with an amused smile on her lips.

“Am I tidy enough now?” she asked with a grin.

“As beautiful as ever!” was the reply.

“You are gorgeous!” Chloe said suddenly. “Come here.” And she opened her arms. Nicky slipped onto the bench, and into her waiting embrace. They kissed deeply and lovingly, stroking each other’s hair, and face.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” said Chloe simply.

“I know I am with you,” said Nicky. “I can’t explain it, but it seems like we’ve been this close for ever, not just the last couple of hours. It’s weird.”

“Nice weird though?”

“Oh, very, very nice weird!”

They both laughed, and snuggled together, both feeling that there was nowhere in the world they would rather be than here at this moment. They sat in contented silence, both girls utterly satisfied, and filled with the warm glow of love. Idly Nicky looked over her shoulder and realised she was sitting opposite that damned mirror again! However this time she did not see a plain chubby girl full of self-loathing, but instead a happy, beautiful, naked girl with attractive womanly curves, her skin glowing as she lay in the arms of her new lover.

“I think my cure is complete,” she murmured to herself happily. And in a childish gesture of defiance she stuck her tongue out at her reflection. “So there! Bye bye old frumpy Nicky!”

As they lay in each other’s arm their attention was unavoidably drawn to what could only be described as the animalistic coupling that was now going on between Adele and her games teacher.

After Miss Shaw had passed the dildo to Nicky she had quickly slipped into the harness of the monster strap-on. Adele had sat back on the bench and spread her legs as wide as possible as Miss Shaw had approached slowly escort bursa on her knees, the huge black cock standing out from her pubis like a lance. Adele eyed the approaching phallus with a mixture of desire, and mounting fear. It was huge, she felt she was going to be ripped apart, but equally knew she wanted to feel it filling and stretching her near virgin pussy.

She had only been with a boy once, before she had decided that girls were really for her. It had been a drunken fumble after a school disco. His cock had been nice and hard, but could never have been described as huge. He’d only been inside her for about 30 seconds before spilling his load, and that had been enough. Adele had felt like her tiny pussy was being torn then, how would she cope with this?

Miss Shaw now knelt before her, the end of the black cock just inches from her tiny hole. The older woman reached out her hand, rubbed Adele’s clit and then slowly pushed 2 fingers into her pussy. She wiggled them around to get them nicely coated with cunt juices, and then pulled them out to transfer the natural lube to the end of the strap-on.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

Adele nodded her head nervously; she was actually quite terrified, but would never say. Miss Shaw placed the glistening fat head of the cock between her lips and pushed gently. Immediately Adele could feel the entrance to her vagina being stretched open, wider and wider. It started to hurt and she held up her hand. Miss Shaw patiently stopped and waited. Thankfully her body seemed to quickly adapt to the intrusion and the pain subsided. “Carry on,” she whispered. Miss Shaw pushed again slowly, the head now over halfway in. Adele felt she was stretching to the limit, and it was starting to sting. She bit her lip, and tears welled up in her eyes.

“Stop?” said Miss Shaw.

She shook her head and murmured, “Just slow.”

Miss Shaw pushed again, and after a moment more pain, the head slipped inside her, and with blessed relief the entrance to her vagina contracted around the slightly slimmer shaft. Adele let out a sigh of relief.

“Want me to carry on?”

“Oh yes please, it feels good now it’s in; it’s so big though!”

Inch by inch Miss Shaw slipped the thick black rod deeper and deeper into Adele’s tight cunt. Eyes closed Adele could feel it slipping further and further inside of her, stretching her walls like they’d never been stretched before. “How much can I take?” she thought to herself. She felt as though it would reach her womb, and then just keep on going. She felt so full. It wasn’t painful now, or unpleasant, just a strange, and quite erotic sensation. She suddenly realised that Miss Shaw had stopped pushing.

“More! I can take more,” she said.

Miss Shaw laughed and said “That’s the lot, you’ve got it all now, you dirty mare!”

Adele opened her eyes and looked down. She was amazed to see that she had taken the entire length. Her teacher’s crotch was hard against her own, the black pole had disappeared. She was truly impaled!

“God, that’s amazing; never thought I’d do it!” Feeling more confident now and more like her usual cheeky self, she winked at Miss Shaw and said “Get on with it bitch! I thought you were supposed to give me a good fucking!”

The teacher pulled away slowly, but for a moment nothing happened, then with a delicious wet slurping sound the cock slipped back a couple of inches. Both women giggled.

“Good God!” said Miss Shaw, “That is a tight fit.”

Slowly and gently the older woman pushed the cock in and out of Adele’s tight hole. To Adele the feeling was exquisite. To feel every bump and lump on the cock’s surface rubbing up and down on the inside of her pussy was just awesome. From fear and trepidation at the size, Adele’s feeling now swung to delight and passion. It was such an erotic feeling to have this stiff pole sliding up and down inside her.

With every thrust it got easier. Her juices were lubricating it nicely, her pussy was expanding and getting used to the size.

“I think I could take it faster now,” she said. “No! I want it faster and harder now! Oh God, I really really want it!”

Miss Shaw picked up her pace, but the petite Adele could barely stay on the bench; she was being physically pushed backward and forward by the repeated thrusts, and had to cling on to the bench with both hands, which rather distracted from the feelings. Miss Shaw saw the problem.

“Lean forward, put your arms under my armpits, and hold onto my shoulders. It gives us a good firm pivot point, and I can thrust harder and faster…., which is I guess what you want now,” she added with a smile.

Adele did as suggested and found herself in a much better position. She held onto Miss Shaw’s shoulder, and nuzzled her neck with her lips and teeth. Miss Shaw put her hands on her waist and held her firm as she built a nice steady rhythm — in, out, in out… It was beautiful feeling for Adele; she could relax and concentrate on the deliciously erotic feel of the cock pumping in and out of her wanton cunt. As an added bonus, on every thrust forward her teacher’s large firm breasts pummelled her own tiny buds, their nipples banging together to add that extra element of arousal.

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How could I possibly give up on her? I look around her office and just take it all in. Yes, I did just make out with one of my professors and yes, it was sexy as hell. I feel my hands trembling and I clasp them together to make them stop. I bite my lip and think, what can I do to leave my mark?

The idea strikes me as though it was sent from the heavens. I slide off my jeans and my lace panties that I wore, just in case. I take the panties and put them in the drawer where she got the flash cards from. I giggle to my self as I slide my jeans back on. Those panties are soaked.

I walk back across campus to my room and find it empty and dark. I flop down on my bed and feel my stomach doing somersaults out of nervousness and being so wound up. I run my hands through my hair and decide to call Kelly to see where she is at.

“Hey you,” Kelly answers, I can hear the smile in her voice. “How did it go?”

“We’ll talk about it when you get back”

“Damn, I’ll be out late tonight. I have a midterm tomorrow.”

“Your loss. How late?”

“I don’t know, don’t wait up for me.”

“Alright, I won’t. Bon chance!”

“Merci ma cherie!” Click.

I look at my phone as my mind reflects everything that just happened. I can still feel Ann’s breath in my ear and her legs straddling my lap. I no longer feel obligated to call her by her last name. That line is crossed. God, I just want to fuck her, not even make love. I rest in my bed for a while, feeling my entire body pulse with unleashed stimulation. The feeling has exhausted me.

I’ve decided to go the shower, maybe that will help relax me. I undressed in my room and walked into the shared bathroom with my towel wrapped around my torso. The water started with a fury and I jumped in, letting a moan escape my lips, it felt so relaxing. As I lathered the shampoo in my hands I heard the door open and close softly.

I figured it is just one of the other girls so I continued to massage my scalp and clean the day away. As I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair I felt a presence behind me, then hands on my scalp. I started to turn around until I heard a whisper in my ear, “Bonjour, mon amante.”

I felt goosebumps begin all over my skin. The voice was slightly drowned out by the water, but I know for sure Kelly does not know enough French to know the word for lover. My head was being turned bursa escort for a kiss and that is when I knew who it was. Ann’s cinnamon hot breath took mine away. I felt her soft lips caress mine and I almost collapsed. She wrapped her arms around my waist and held me still, working slowly on my lips, flicking them open. Her tongue slid past my lips and my tongue eagerly welcomed it.

She moaned as I sucked on her tongue and flicked it with my own, taking time to pay it all the attention it needed. It was her turn to make me moan as she pulled back and kissed the back of my neck over to my ear. Her hands massaging circles across my stomach as her mouth made wonders across my skin. She concentrated her kiss on one area of my neck, biting it, licking it, kissing it. She made me gasp and moan under her mouth and I could feel a smile creep across her mouth.

Suddenly, her hands grasped my breasts and she started to squeeze them. My hands flew up as I gasped and I threw my head back out of passion. She chuckled and continued kneading my breasts and kissing my neck and color bone. I was lost in how she made me feel. Her hands started to touch with a softness and delicacy. I tried to thrust forward but she just softly laughed in my ear and whispered, “No, Jamie, not yet.”

Her voice was so smooth and had flares of sounding husky that turned me on like never before. “Please Ann,” I begged, “Touch me.”

“What do you think I’m doing?”

“Please Ann, I…” That is all I could get out as she pinched my nipples with her fingers. She covered my mouth with her’s suppressing my moan, creating a dull hum. She kept pinching my nipples with an increasing intensity as my moans became more deep and passionate. Even with the water there, I could still feel my own wetness as it was repeatedly washed away.

“Do you like how I’m playing with you baby?” She whispered.

“Yes, I love it.”

“Good, now I want you to lift your leg up on the ledge. Can you do that for me, baby?”

I nodded yes, realizing at that moment that whatever she asked me to do, I would do it. I lifted my leg up on one of the shower ledges and balanced myself by placing on hand on each side of the shower.

“That’s my girl,” she cooed as she rubbed her hand over my inner thigh, gripping it and making me squirm. I felt ready to explode then and there. “Hold still,” she commanded. bursa escort bayan I froze exactly as I was and waited for her instruction on what she wanted next. She placed her hand on the inner corner of my thigh and her other gently found its resting place on my breast. She leaned in for a slow, luxurious kiss that made the world spin. It started slowly, with soft eager lips, soon becoming more urgent and demanding. As I started to open my lips to wrap my tongue around hers, she closed her lips and kissed my lips with a greater intensity.

She opened her mouth and slid her tongue into mine. Simultaneously, her finger tips started grazing my outer lips and her other hand was circling my breast. I melted feeling her all over my body. Her hand slowly made its way into my slit where she moaned at how wet she had made me. I was rewarded by feeling her fingertip lightly graze my clit and rub below it.

I moaned feeling the familiar tingle build inside, waiting for release. I tried moving my hips forward, but all she would do is rub where she would almost enter me to just below my clit. I began to hump her hand regardless. She giggled into my ear asking, “Jamie, are you horny? Does my little slut want to get off?”

I was taken aback by her language for a second until her fingers found my clit and my nipple at the same time. I almost screamed out from the sensation. I decided right then and there that she could call me whatever named she wanted to, it was worth it.

Her tongue flicked across my neck and against my earlobe, her fingers massaged my nipples and her other hand was working my clit with amazing accuracy. It was like she knew exactly how I wanted to be touched. She continued her assault on my clit with her thumb while her other fingers slid down and I could feel a single finger meticulously slide in. I ground my teeth to keep myself from climaxing to soon and gasped as she slid another finger inside.

“Mmm, Jamie, you’re so tight. You’re poor pussy doesn’t know what it has gotten itself into. I’m going to fuck the hell out of you girl. For now, I’ll be gentle. Don’t expect that later.”

For now? Later? Oh my god, she was so into me that she already made plans for the future. I was ready to cum at just the thought as she was pumping her two fingers deep inside of me, twisting them about and some how maintaining the perfect escort bursa pressure on my clit.

“Not yet, Jamie,” she purred into my ear. I found her lips to help muffle my moans and screams as she continued to thrust even deeper into my barely sexed pussy. I was bucking against her hand and moaning into her mouth so much that she pulled away. She looked me straight in the eyes with a look of complete lust and whispered, “Fuck my hand, Jamie. I want to feel your tight pussy cum all over my fingers.”

I moaned throwing my head back as her thumb attacked my clit and her fingers shot in and out. I was about to scream her name when she covered my mouth in a kiss. I started trembling as her two fingers twisted in and out. She pumped her fingers into me harder and harder as I bucked against them moaning into her mouth. The water landed on my body in just the right way, her thumb was working wonders and my nipples screamed for relief when I was able to let go. I came hard, screaming into her mouth, bucking and squeezing the hell out of her fingers.

I shook so bad and trembled hard. She held me in the shower as my body went limp. She took it upon herself to condition my hair and wash my body, essentially finishing my shower for me. She was gentle on all her areas of focus and was soft with every move. I swooned at her ability to go from being a completely dominate sexual goddess to being the woman I just so happen to be showering with.

She helped me out of the shower, drying me off and wrapping me in my towel. She led me into my still dark dorm room where she handed me my clothes and left me to get dressed as she went back into the bathroom. I was in a complete haze, barely looking at her face. I had gotten my fresh cotton shorts and t-shirt on when she came out of the bathroom fully dressed. All I saw was her outline but I felt the material of her dress as she kissed me as I placed my head on my pillow.

“How did you get in?” I asked, completely confused of the reality of the situation.

“Don’t worry about it, Jamie, okay?”

I didn’t push it. She bent down and kissed me with soft lips that had a romantic touch to it.

“Goodnight, mon amante.” Ann whispered in my ear.

“Jamie, wake up. Shit we both overslept!” My eyes fly open. I look across the room only to see Kelly there and the clock saying 9:01. Class started a minute ago. I jump out of bed and into the bathroom where I look at my reflection. I’m in my clothes from the day before and my body still aches of being ignored. Ann Romano, that is the last time you invade my dreams. Consider yourself fucked.

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I’m a gay man who loves to suck cock. Redundant, you might think, but not all gay men love to suck cock. Go figure! But I do, so when I first heard about gloryholes, I thought that sounded great. I could suck a guy’s cock, never have to see his face or body, never have to form a relationship of any kind, and in the end I’d get a mouthful of warm, thick cum, no strings attached. And the guy on the other side of the wall would get a great blowjob, and all he would care about is the warm wet mouth sucking his cock and coaxing out a big sticky load. Win win, right?

Trouble is, I kept thinking about the negatives. What about STDs? What if the guy wasn’t clean, or had a tiny little dick? What if he was on the other side, hoping to suck a nice hard dick and get a big juicy mouthful? That wasn’t the scenario I had in mind.

So, for a long time I resisted the temptation. One time, after I had too much to drink, I did actually go to an adult arcade, get into a gloryhole booth, and give an anonymous blowjob. It was fun, and I was hoping for more than one, but it didn’t work out that way, that time. But the thought was still there. Not an obsession, exactly, but an idea I couldn’t let go.

What made me change my mind about the negatives is this. I sometimes meet guys through Craigslist who will let me suck their cocks with no reciprocation. Don’t ask me why, but that seemed less risky than blowing some stranger at an arcade.

But the more I thought about it, the more I thought there wasn’t much difference at all. Sure, a guy on the internet might tell me he was clean, ddf, all that. But who knew, really? Plus, at a gloryhole I might be able to suck multiple guys, swallow multiple loads, be a total cocksucking cum eating slut, and no one would ever know.

Well, you know where this is leading, don’t you? I had a few drinks one night, got properly bursa escort horned up, and headed out for the local adult bookstore. I wore a tee shirt and gym shorts, no underwear, and sandals. I was planning to get naked, suck as many cocks as possible, swallow a gallon of cum if I could, and I didn’t want to mess up any of my better clothes.

When I got to the bookstore, there were several cars in the parking lot, which I took as a good sign. I went in, hung around in the gay video section a bit just to get my bearings, then headed back to the arcade. In our state the machines take real money, so there was no need to buy tokens first. A great feature, in my opinion.

I walked back along the row of booths, checking out which were in use, and where the gloryhole booths were located. I found one that was open, and noticed that the booth next door was also free. There were a few other guys in the hallway, and I think they were watching to see where I would go, but maybe that was just wishful thinking.

Anyway, I went into the booth, locked the door behind me, and put some money into the machine. I wasn’t really there to watch videos, but I knew you were expected to keep the machines busy while you were in the booths. I found a video that was somewhat interesting, a white guy getting fucked by several black guys. I took off my clothes, played with myself a little, and sat there thinking, What next?

I heard the door open to the adjoining booth, and I had my answer. The guy next door undressed, found a channel to his taste, got himself hard, then stuck his cock through the hole. Perfect! I ran my hand up and down his shaft, saw some precum ooze out of the tip of his cock, and took it into my mouth. Heaven! I was in heaven, for sure.

I sucked him slowly, trying to keep him going for a little while, but he was in a hurry, it seemed. He got harder, bursa escort bayan and I could tell he was really close, so I just kept working his cock with my lips and hands, urging him on to his climax. I felt his cock swell up in my mouth, felt it throb between my lips, then he let go and my mouth was filled with thick cream. I swallowed it all, as he pumped more and more into my mouth.

Then he was finished. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, put his clothes back on, and left. I wished I could suck him more, get him to cum in my mouth again, swallow all he could give me.

He left his booth, I heard some conversation in the hallway, than someone new came into the booth next door. I was careful not to look into the booth, careful not to see who was there. I held my mouth near the gloryhole, offering it to my neighbor, sight unseen.

There was a slight pause while he got undressed and found a channel on the video system, then a cock came through the hole. Uncut, nice size, sorta thick, absolutely suckable. I took him in my mouth and sucked him, feeling his cock grow longer and harder. I love that, feeling a cock go from soft or semi to long and hard, all thanks to something I was doing with my lips and tongue.

I sucked him for a long time, or so it seemed, before he was ready to explode. Not complaining, I love to suck a nice hard cock, and it doesn’t matter much to me how long it takes for the guy to cum. As long as he does cum, eventually. And when this guy did cum, it was a real gusher. I rarely have trouble swallowing a guy’s complete load, but this was the exception that proves the rule. Cum came leaking out of my mouth, down my chin, even onto my chest. Gotta love it!

Then he was finished. He left the booth, said something to a guy waiting outside, and I was ready to go again.

OK, so that gets me to number three. About escort bursa that time I lost track of who I was blowing, or the details. Cocks just kept coming through the gloryhole and I just kept sucking them. I know I gave at least 5 blowjobs, probably more like 7 or 8. I remember there was one guy, maybe more than one, who wanted to fuck me. And I wasn’t ready to go there, but maybe another time.

The last guy I remember was a black guy, pretty hung but not the footlong donkey dick black guys always seem to have in porn. Just a nice 9 inches, uncut, pretty thick, hard as a rock. I took him in my mouth, slid my lips up and down the shaft, loving the feeling of his cock sliding across my lips and down my throat. I tongued and licked his balls, ran my tongue up and down the shaft of his cock, worked my way down to his asshole. I half expected him to stop me, but when he didn’t I ran my tongue all around his asshole, then worked it in a little at a time.

Soon his anus was open and my tongue was buried inside. I rimmed his ass for quite a while, until my tongue was working in and out easily, tongue fucking him. I slipped a finger into his ass, and at the same time began sucking him vigorously. That was all it took.

I felt his cock swell up, his anus tightened around my finger, then he began to shoot a huge load into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, and not much got away. My friend let me suck him for another minute or two, then pulled back.

He put his clothes on, whispered “Thanks!” and left. I could have stayed longer, sucked more cocks, swallowed more cum, but that seemed like a good stopping place. I got dressed again and left. There were a few guys hanging out in the hallway, and I felt sorry to leave them hanging, but—-.

So. I sucked at least 5 cocks, maybe as many as 7 or 8. I got several mouthfuls of cum, could have taken more, but no complaints. Will I do this again? No doubt! Is it any more, or less, risky than Craigslist? Who knows! All I know is, I will definitely come back and suck as many cocks as I can get my lips around!

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No matter how hard I slammed on the brakes, there were no reactions. Seeing the end of the road coming up, I grip the steering wheel and yank it to the right, trying to get the truck to stay on the road, in hopes of it slowing down on its own on the flat portion.

The steering wheel locked up, and I bounced over a curb, taking out a male box, and hitting a house head on. The sounds of metal crunching, the windshield shattering, the hood slamming into my head.

I scream, and sit up straight, sweat pouring down my face, the sun was shining into the room. Dakota was sitting next to me, worry in her eyes. “It’s okay, bro. You’re okay. It was just a nightmare.”

Shaking my head, I sigh softly, the scars on my chest visible as I sleep completely naked. “Were you dreaming about your accident?” Nodding softly, I felt her hand on.my shoulder, and looked at her.

“I dream about it every night. I see it whenever I close my eyes, when ever I’m in a vehicle, if there’s a movie with a crash in it.” She smiled softly, laying me on my back, and laid beside me, cuddling up to me, her head on my chest. “Its okay bro. If you ever need to talk, and just need someone to comfort you, I’m here.”

As I nodded softly, I looked down at her, feeling a little better, but weird as I was naked under the covers, and my half-sister was cuddled up to me. Slowly, I felt Dakota’s fingers tracing some of the scars on my chest.

“Are all of these from the wreck?” Her voice had a hint of sadness in it, but also a hint of curiosity. “Most of them are, yeah. Some of them are from my stepfather. He wasn’t very…nice…”

“Well, that’s one thing we have in common. I hate my ex stepfather…he was very abusive.” She closed her eyes, shifting her head on my chest, her hair becoming a messy pillow on my chest, the heat from her body emanating on mine. “I know, Dad told me about what he did to you…he also said to be lucky that you wanted şişli escort to meet me.”

She smiled softly, wrapping her arms around me, placing one of her legs over one of mine, her leg resting on my member. “I don’t normally like men…so you really are lucky. I’m normally distant and wont let any guys around me..”

I smiled softly, feeling her leg moving up and down, rubbing against my member, getting hard. “I-I um, I’m gonna go take a shower okay?” Seeing her pout, I let a soft sigh escape my mouth and rolled over, putting a pillow against my crotch, between the both of us, and wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. “I’ll stay here for a bit longer..”

Smiling, Dakota nodded, before flicking my forehead, and sitting on my back, pinning me to the bed, as she laid down on me. “H-hey! What is this for?!”

“What? Have you never wrestled with anyone before?” she asked teasingly, rubbing the back of my head, messing my hair up more than it already was. “Oh…so you want to wrestle? Fine.” I rolled over onto my back, laying ontop of her, hearing her laugh, and struggle. “Noooo! Get off!”

Rolling over, I pinned her to the bed, covers barely hiding my body in more, pinning her hands above her head. “Whatcha going to do? Huh?”

She struggled, wiggling underneath me, giggling a bit. “I will…” she wrapped her legs around my waist, and flipped me onto my back. She was now sitting on my stomach, looking down at me, holding my wrists together, above my head, with her hands, her face just mere inches from mine. ‘Shit…this isnt good…I…I like this…too much..’

She smirked as her hazel eyes looked into my ocean blues. “Looks like I win~” I couldn’t help but blush deeply and smile. “That’s what you think.” Pumping my hips and stomach up, my plan failed, throwing her into the air and onto my face.

I couldn’t speak, and when I tried I could feel her squirm and let out a soft, muffled, and cute mecdiyeköy escort moan. “H-hey! Bad boy! You arent supposed to-” she let out another moan, biting her lip as she squirmed, when I opened my mouth, to try and say something.

“Mm…b-bro…s-stop…” She tried to say, but moved her hips, rubbing her pantie covered pussy against my face. At this point, I could tell she liked being like this, so I slowly licked her pussy through her panties, feeling her thighs squeeze around my head a bit, her moans becoming more prominent, her resistance was no longer there, her grip on my wrists lightened as she gripped the headboard of my bed.

“B-bro…I…oooohhh…” she released my wrists, covering her mouth with her hand. Taking this as a sign that she really wanted me to continue, I lifted her up a tiny bit, just enough to roll her over onto her back, and pull her panties off, from under her long shirt, and burried my face back in between her legs, licking her slightly damp pussy, from bottom to her clit, flicking it with my tongue, enjoying her squirming and wrapping her legs around my head.

Hearing her moans grow louder and louder, I burried my tongue inside her tasty soaked cunt, swirling it around before pulling it out, and holding myself above her, watching her breath heavily, her face as red as a tomato. “Youre naughty sis…enjoying your brothers tongue on your pussy…” I chuckled softly as she diverted her half closed eyes. “Sh-shut up…I was so close…”

Smirking, I rubbed her clit teasingly with my palm as I slid my my middle and ring finger into her, slowly pulling them out, then putting them back in, over and her, feeling her arch her back, pushing her body into mine. “F-fuck me~ Its so good…~”

“Mm…not yet…” I smiled, kissing her neck, fingering her faster and harder, feeling her walls tightening around my fingers as if she was about to destroy them. Then, I heard her scream, feeling her pussy tightening and loosening, tightening and loosening, as she came hard, coating my arm, and bed in her juices.

When I laid beside her, I could hear her panting softly. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

“Isnt it obvious…?” she asked between her inhales and exhales. She did enjoy it, and I knew it. “Good…I have never done that before…still a virgin..” I laughed nervously, awkwardly, feeling her roll over and sit on my lap, her pussy pressed against my erect cock, rubbing against it.

“Then, allow your little sister to take your virginity~” she slowly lifted herself up, then sat back down as she felt the head of my cock enter her tight opening. “Oh fuck…~So tight…”

Dakota smiled, leaning down and kissing me deeply, passionately, as she rubbed against me, my cock deep in her, and against her womb. I couldn’t help but kiss back, letting out a soft moan into her mouth, feeling her rubbing a bit faster and harder now, changing to bouncing after a few more grinds.

With her bouncing on me now, the bed was rocking slowly, creaking. The faster and harder she bounced, the more violent she did, the more the bed rocked, slamming into the wall.

Slowly, she broke the kiss, pulling away a few inches, a strand of saliva connecting our lips. “You like your little sister’s tight pussy?” As I nodded softly, I gripped her hips, pumping my cock into her every time she flung down, her ass slapping against my balls, my cock slamming against her womb. This made her speed up, biting her lip as she leaned back, placing her hands on the bed, slamming down on me as hard and fast as she could, screaming each time my cock slammed into her. “I-Im close…” we said simultaneously, but were both wrong about how close we were as I shot my hot load into her, filling her womb to the brim, and she came, squirting all over me.

“Fuck!” she fell down onto my chest, panting heavily, my cock still inside her, shooting the last little bit of my semen into her, it pouring out around my cock. “D-damn…that felt…amazing…” She nodded in agreement, falling asleep on my chest.

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On Monday morning, my phone buzzed with a text from my assistant, Ani, “GHO this Fri. Time and Location TBA. Txt Leslie 4 prescreening.”

I stuck my head out of the office, “Ani, what’s this text about? GHO?”

“Sorry Tim, must have included you in the group text by accident.”

Ani was a new assistant, but very capable. Her response made sense, so I didn’t think of it again.

Around the same time Tuesday morning, I received another group text from Ani, “Don’t miss GHO this Fri. Prescreening a must b4 u cum. Txt Leslie.”

Now, thoroughly confused, I called Ani into my office. “Hey, Ani, got another GHO text by mistake. What is this thing all about?”

Ani paused for a second, closed my door behind you and sat down. “Tim, I’m sorry. I should have told you. It wasn’t a mistake. I added you to the list. My sister, Leslie, and I run this little social networking thing for men only. It is invite-only. We cover all costs, so each guest pays only $500 per event, and that includes screening, refreshments, location, and complete discretion.”

Now, I was confused and a bit curious. “Ani, what tpe of event is this?”

“It is a place where men from all different backgrounds can meet for safe, clean, sex play. Like a private poker game, except all-male sex instead of cards.”

My jaw dropped to the floor. I stammered, “B-b-but Ani, I-I-I’m n-n-not gay. I’m m-m-married and g-g-got kids. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but it’s not m-m-me.”

Ani looked at me with a yeah-right grin. Her voice was tinged with the slightest bit of sarcasm. “Tim, I guess you’re right. I thought that maybe you would like to try something different. Forget about it. But if you change your mind, text Leslie. You need to be prescreeened before you can attend.”

She grabbed a sticky note, scribbled Leslie’s phone number and handed it to me. “Here’s Leslie’s number, just in case,” she said as she left my office.

I stared at the sticky note for a few minutes, thinking to myself. What on Earth made Ani think I wanted to be part of this? This is nuts. I put the paper down. I picked it up again. Up and down, 2 or 3 times. I crumpled it up and threw it in the trash, but 15 minutes later, I retrieved it again, smoothed the wrinkled paper, took a deep breath as I dialed the number. My hands were trembling.

A pleasant, professional voice answered. “Hi, Tim. I’m Leslie, nice to meet you. So glad you are thinking of coming to our event.”

I was in shock. “Ummm, how did you know it was me? I didn’t even say who I was.”

“Well Tim, we take great care to make sure our invitees are treated special, so we have all your information programmed into our phones, so we can answer any request at a moment’s notice. Think of us as a concierge for you.”

Leslie explained that she worked in the lab a couple blocks away, but that I didn’t need to wait. All I had to do was text her when I got there and she would let me in through a side entrance.

I grabbed my jacket and walked passed Ani on my way to the elevator. “Ani, I just have to run a quick errand…”

She cut me off. “I understand, Tim. Take your time.”

I walked the couple of blocks quickly and texted Leslie that I was there. As promised she let me in through a side door, down the hallway and into a small private room. Leslie was the consummate professional. She politely led me through a short questionnaire, asking whether I had an prior STIs or HIV, was an IV drug user, had been with prostitutes or had unprotected sex with men before. I responded truthfully that I had done none of that. “Good,” she said. “All we need is a urine sample, a small blood sample, and to take a quick look and culture.” şişli escort

I went into the adjoining bathroom and filled the small sample cup. In the meantime, she prepped a small tray with a needle and single vial. I sat down and she rolled up my shirt sleeve. She wiped my arm with an alcohol swab and told me to take a deep breath. I felt a quick pinch and after less than a minute she was done.

She then told me to open my pants and pull my pants and boxers to my knees. Wearing gloves, she made a quick, but thorough inspection of my penis and scrotum. She opened a sterile package and took a quick swab of the opening of my penis. As she removed her gloves, Leslie explained, “Everything looks good. We will have all your results in about an hour. Your number is 44. Remember that number because it is your only identifier. No one will see your name on any lab results, only your number. I will let you know if everything is clear in an hour. If it’s all good, we will see you on Friday for the GHO.”

As promised, I received a call in about an hour. “Hi, 44. Everything has checked out well. We’ll see you on Friday.”

The rest of the week was difficult. I tried not to think about the event. I fought with myself whether I even should be going. I kept asking myself, Tim, why are you going? You’re not even gay. But at the same time, the curiosity was hard to overcome. There was something about the thought of going that made me… well, excited.

Friday arrived finally. I did my best to busy myself all morning. At lunchtime, Ani came in and told me that she was taking the afternoon off to go set up for the event. She told me that I would get a text at 3:00 with instructions on where and when to go.

Sure enough, at 3:00 sharp, I received a text with instructions. I knew the place. A clean chain hotel, not far from my home that catered mostly to business travel. The suite was on the 4th floor. And the party started at 4:30.

Around 4:00, I packed my briefcase and made my way to the parking garage. My hands literally shook as I drove to the hotel. As I got closer, my chest began to pound from sheer nerves. I sat in the hotel parking lot for a minute or two, trying to decide if I should really do this. But then, I took a deep breath, turned off the car and walked into the hotel. I walked straight through the lobby and took the elevator to the 4th floor. I found the suite and knocked.

Ani opened the door and smiled. “Hi, 44. Glad you could make it. Come on in.” There already was a small crowd of men. Some seemed nervous like me, but others looked like they had been to parties before and knew what to expect.

Ani led me to a small desk in the entrance area, where she took my $500. She told me to give her my right hand and she put on 2 wristbands, a white one and a pink one with the number 44 written on it. She handed me a plastic box, also numbered 44, and told me to go inside, put all my clothes in the box and put it in an empty cubby on the shelves inside. Ani smiled at me. “Don’t be nervous. Just relax and have a good time. And remember, don’t share your name with anyone. You are 44.”

I opened the door and walked in. The suite, which was the size of 3 hotel rooms, was usually used as conference or meeting rooms. But, instead of chairs and tables there were 5 or 6 beds in the room. There already were 6 or 7 men in the room, all undressing and putting their clothes into similar, numbered boxes. A couple of the other men also wore white wristbands, but everyone had another, colored band, pink like mine, green or yellow. I had no idea at the time what the colors meant. The guys with white bands seemed to attract a lot of attention.

I found a corner and undressed quietly. It mecdiyeköy escort felt so weird to be getting naked in front of a group of other men, all strangers. I folded my clothes neatly into the box and found an empty cubby for my stuff. I stood nervously for the next few minutes as the last of invitees arrived and undressed. The men were in all shapes and sizes, different heights, ages, and races. I felt acutely aware of my nakedness, wishing that I had not put on those extra 15 pounds over the last few years. But, everyone seemed nice.

A taller, older man with a green wristband approached me. “Hi 44, I’m 26. First time, huh?”

“That obvious?”

“Well yeah, and you are wearing a white band. Those are for first-timers.”

I asked, “What are the colored bands for, then?”

“Don’t worry, You’ll figure that out soon. Ani and Leslie never get those wrong.”

Once everyone on the guest list had checked in and undressed, Ani and Leslie came in. Leslie spoke, “Thank you all for coming to the GHO, Gay Hotel Orgy. We have 3 new members and there are 5 pinks, 8 greens, and 7 yellows. The refrigerator is stocked with water and other drinks. Feel free to enjoy them. We have plenty of lube, cock rings, and poppers if you want to try. There are packages of wipes if you want, and the bathroom has a shower and clean towels if you want to wash up before leaving. Feel free to take a towel before getting on one of the beds with anyone. You all have been screened and are clean, but there are bowls of condoms if you want. Please keep the area clean and throw out your trash. And, most of all, have a good time.”

Ani put on some soft music and dimmed the lights a bit. Men started to move around, introduce themselves and pair up. The man I met earlier, Number 26 with a green band, approached me again. “Mind if I get to know you better?”

Number 26 reached out and began to stroke my penis. As I moaned, he leaned in and kissed me. My mind was racing. I felt so conflicted but at the same time, his mouth felt good. I opened my lips and felt his tongue slide into my mouth. As we kissed, I reached for his erection and began to stroke him as well.

Soon I felt another pair of hands, Number 18, on my shoulders. He also had a green band. He began to kiss my neck and slide his hands between my cheeks, teasing and rubbing my tight asshole.

Number 26 grabbed a clean towel and the 3 of us moved to the nearest bed. Number 26 positioned himself on the bed in front of me, while Number 18 got behind me. I could feel 18’s fingers against me, massaging my hole. I could feel him rubbing the lube onto me. He laughed and called Ani over. “Ani, you’re the best. You brought a virgin! He is so tight.”

“18 meet 44. He’s a sweetheart. Treat him well, but not too gently.” She looked at me. “You doing alright? I’ve got something here that might help you relax a bit.”

Ani opened a small bottle of poppers and put it to my nose. “Try a sniff of this. Not too much.” I inhaled and felt the effects immediately. It was a complete rush. I felt dizzy for a second, but then my whole body reacted. My skin felt so much more sensitive to the touch and everything just relaxed.

Number 18 continued behind me, now sliding his fingers in and out of me with a bit more ease. After a few minutes, he pulled his fingers out and I could feel the smooth round head of his cock pressing into me. At the same time, Number 26 positioned his cock close to my mouth and began to push throughy open lips. A man in front and another behind me, I was being spit-roasted, and I fucking loved it!

Numbers 18 and 26 found their rhythm, rocking me back and forth. As I rocked forward, Number 26 pushed into my mouth. As I rocked back, Number 18 pressed deep into my ass. In time, Number 18 began to fuck faster. I could feel him tightening, getting even harder. With a low groan, he pumped into me with 3 or 4 more hard thrusts and then held still. I could feel his cock twitching inside me as he emptied his balls inside of me. He held still for a moment or two longer and then withdrew slowly. He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear. “44, you were amazing. Welcome to GHO. I hope to see you again in a little bit.”

I lay still on the bed for another minute or two with my ass still up in the air. Number 26 pulled his cock from my mouth and moved behind me. I felt so wet and slick from Number 18’s cum that I didn’t need any lube. Number 26 slid right into me and began fucking hard. I could feel his massive hands holding my hips as he pumped hard into me. I moaned loudly as he fucked me. Number 26 would change his rhythm every few minutes from long hard strokes to short gentle ones. Faster then slower. I could feel my own erection grow as it rubbed the soft towel underneath me with every stroke. As Number 26 quickened his pace, I could feel my own asshole begin to twitch. My legs began to tremble and as my hole tightened around his penis, I could feel the wave of my own orgasm pass through my body. I ejaculated hard into the towel and my chest fell to the bed as Number 26 continued to pump into me until he also came hard inside me. I lay on the bed, trying to catch my breath, very aware of the semen that was oozing out of me.

The next 3 hours were a dizzying array of sensations. Numbered men, 16, 32, 29, 48, 19, 6, 8, 9, all took their turns. I lost track of the numbers of green and yellow bands that were touching me, massaging me, and fucking my ass and mouth. I looked around the room and saw other pinks and yellows spread out on the different beds in all types of positions, sucking and being fucked. A younger Hispanic man stood next to the bed and fed me his uncut cock, grabbing the back of my head and holding me tight while he spurted into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, sucking him until he was dry. Number 4, a thick, black man with a yellow band, lay face down in front of me, and held his cheeks open. I licked his hole still gaping as he pushed another number’s semen into my mouth before rolling over and feeding me his own.

The crowd thinned and around 8:00, Ani shut the music and raised the lights. I wrapped a clean towel around my waist and sat on the edge of the bed. I was drained, mentally and physically, very much aware of the semen that was drying on my face and body. I reeked from cum.

Ani and Leslie came over and sat next to me on the edge of the bed. “How was it?”

I sighed, “It was incredible. I think I figured out what the colors mean. Pinks are bottoms. Greens are tops. And yellows, do both?”

“Yes. Yellows are versatile.”

I started to ask a question, but Ani interrupted, knowing what I was going to ask. “So, you want to know how we knew you were a pink?” I just nodded.

“We’ve been hosting these parties for a while. Our brother is gay and we wanted a safe place where he could play without disease and without fear or judgment. And it grew from there. I looked at you at work, always in control, always being responsible. And, I just knew that if you allowed yourself to relax, you would get out of your own head and be a wonderful pink. I guess it is our talent to know who’s a pink, green or yellow, even if you don’t know yourself.” I nodded again. Yes, I was definitely a pink.

Soon it was my turn to shower. I stood under the water and felt the semen wash off and out of me. I turned off the water, toweled dry and dressed quietly. As I walked back through the entry, Ani smiled at me. I turned and smiled back. “Please let me know when you are hosting another GHO.”

“Absolutely, Number 44. You’ll be on our list.”

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Brad was in a home improvements superstore looking to buy a new shower head when a voice at his side cut into his thoughts.

‘That’s a real good model you got there.’ the deep bass voice rumbled. ‘It works for me every time.’

Brad looked up into the deepest blue eyes he had seen a long, time. The guy had jet black hair and pale skin and a rugged lived-in look accentuated by his carefully cultivated unshaven look. If it wasn’t for the fact that Brad had seen him walking hand in hand with his wife, or girlfriend, a few minutes previously he would have though his dreamboat had arrived.

‘Yeah?’ was all Brad managed to say.

He wanted to kick himself. It sounded so lame and stupid.

‘Yeah. Gives me a boner every time.’ came the stranger’s reply.

Brad gulped. Surely he couldn’t have heard properly. It must have been his fantasy world taking over, distorting what the straight stud had said to him. But even as he stood there trying to decipher what had really been said and how to reply the stranger lowered his zipper and pulled out a fleshy uncut cock. Brad’s eyes were out on stalks; his breathing grew labored as he drank in the beauty of that thick pork sword. He couldn’t believe that someone would just take their cock out in public like that and anxiously glanced around to see if anyone could see them but the aisle was empty. As Brad stared the stranger peeled back his foreskin, revealing a rosy cockhead. None of this made any sense. Was he just being teased? Was it being offered to him? And what was he supposed do about it if it was? He could hardly give the guy a blowjob right there by the plumbing equipment, could he? And what about the man’s wife?

‘See anything you like?’ the dark haired stranger drawled.

‘What about your wife?’ Brad asked.

‘Oh she’s over looking at light fittings; she’ll be ages yet and I nut real quick when I’m getting blown by a guy.’

‘You want me to….what, right here?’ Brad’s voice grew ever raspier as his throat dried up and his heart pounded in his ribcage.

‘Yeah. It won’t take but a minute or two.’ came the reply. ‘There aint many folk about today and I’ll keep an eye out while you work.’

‘How did you know…?’ Brad asked.

‘Buddy, you stared a hole straight through my jeans.’ The stranger told him. ‘Anyone that can undress me like that has got to be wanting it as bad as I want it right now. So, are you done with the talking yet?’

Brad went into zombie mode. He dropped to his knees in front of the stranger and let that fat cock fall into his mouth. The cock was slightly raunchy and Brad savored the sexy tang that slithered over his taste buds as he cleaned the underside of the hot dude’s foreskin. His own cock was painfully crushed inside his jeans demanding attention that he could not provide. He could not believe that he was sucking off a dude right there in the aisle where anyone could walk by. But in that moment he knew that he was prepared to take his chances because that beautiful cock was now fully charged, stretching his lips and giving the most intense pleasure he had ever experienced. This would be the one memory that he took to the grave with him. He only wished that he could play with the stranger’s nuts and stroke his thighs.

‘Oooh yeah, that’s it.’ a voice floated down to him as if from afar.

A large pair of hands gently closed around his face and that thick hungry cock grew a little more insistent. Brad loved that sensitive cock crown every way he knew how and he could feel the precum leaking out of his own cock and soaking his underpants. Damn, this was şişli escort so unfair! Why couldn’t he have this hot man properly, away from the danger of being caught and carted off by security? The stranger started grinding his hips, forcing his rigid cock deeper into Brad’s mouth. Brad could hear voices in the next aisle and started to feel really panicked and then suddenly there was an explosion of warm nut juice flooding his mouth. Brad swallowed every last drop as the stranger withdrew his cock and tucked it back in his jeans.

‘See, I told you I don’t take long when worked on by a pro.’ The stranger said.

And then, with a naughty wink he was gone. Brad felt absolutely dazed. He still wasn’t sure if the encounter had actually happened or if he had dreamt it up. But as he slid his tongue over his teeth they had that spunky after-feel. It was real enough. He decided that he would buy the showerhead after all as a way of rewarding the store for giving him such hot sex.

As he was leaving the store and walking to his vehicle one of the store’s security men came up to him. Shit! Shit! Shit! Brad tried to figure out is he could run to his vehicle and get away from this mess.

‘Excuse me, could I have a word?’ the security man asked. Brad was quaking with fear but even in that moment his eyes still roamed over the big guy’s body taking in the way that he filled out his pants.

‘That was some blowjob you gave back there’ the guy said. ‘I was wondering…do you think…well, maybe you could help me out?’

Brad couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He relaxed and took another good look at the handsome fucker, who he judged to be in his mid thirties. Brad loved the long, dark hair on the security man’s strong, swarthy arms and his full, sexy red lips. He had the beginnings of a tight beer gut and Brad almost asked him to turn around because he just knew that there would one hot big bear butt back there.

‘You saw?’ he asked.

‘Every little detail.’ the man said. ‘Fortunately I was alone in the control room at the time. Usually there are two of us in there and if my colleague hadn’t been taking a dump I would have had to bust your ass.’

‘It’s not the kind of thing I would ordinarily do,’ Brad told him ‘but this guy he came up to me and…well, I just couldn’t resist.’

‘I don’t pop as quickly as he does so maybe we could go back to my place, have some beer and pizza and you can work your magic on me.’ the stranger suggested.

‘You’re not married, are you?’ Brad asked.

‘Used to be until I discovered that I liked getting sex off men more.’ came the reply.

When Brad went round to the stranger’s house an hour later he wondered if the man had lied to him about not being married because there sure as hell looked like there was a feminine touch about the place. There was even a photograph of the man and a pretty woman on the wall.

‘Are you sure you’re not married?’ Brad asked.

‘Okay. So I lied. She’s at work. Our shifts clash and we don’t often get to have much fun that way anymore. So be a good bud and help me out, huh?’

‘The thing is, I so horned right now.’ Brad told him. ‘I want to be with you properly.’

‘Me too.’ came the reply.

And then the big guy took Brad in his arms and kissed him and Brad just melted into surrender. The older man’s aftershave competed with the muskier scent of a hairy hunk at the end of his shift and in the grip of lust. Brad’s hands dived down his back and onto that meaty butt trussed up tight in his close fitting pants. He grabbed huge handfuls of butt flesh and ground his mecdiyeköy escort hard cock up against the stranger’s throbbing tool. On and on that hot tongue dueled with his as the older man’s large hands fondled his little bubble butt. If he had any doubt that he would be allowed full access to this sexy man they soon faded away.

It was Brad who broke of the kiss to start undressing his hot husky hunk. His hands trembled as he undid the sexy bear’s buttons to reveal a jungle of dark fur all over his chest and down over his belly. His nipples were extraordinarily large and a deep, deep red color. Brad went into a feeding frenzy as he chomped down on those juicy little love toys while one hand went back to have another feel of that firm butt that would soon be his. His lust was off the scale and his cock grew ever more insistent; this time it was determined to be in on the action. Reluctantly Brad came off of those sexy man tits and quickly stripped out of all his clothes.

‘Wow.’ his hairy bear said when he caught sight of Brad’s big, curved cock.

The burly hunk took Brad’s cock in his left hand while his right hand cupped a handful of Brad’s peachy ass.

‘I’m not sure which I want more.’ the stranger said in a voice that was distorted with lust.

‘Why choose when you can have both?’ Brad asked.

Why indeed. The big bear went down on his knees and Brad watched as his cock disappeared into that hungry mouth. He was surprised at how skilled the guy was and reassured by the way the man’s fingers kept dipping into his crack and ruffling his fuck truffle. The thought of being penetrated by this potent alpha male almost made Brad dizzy. As much as he loved being blown by this stud he couldn’t wait for the real thing. He pulled the older man to his feet, pushed his arms up above his head and started licking his armpits.

‘Oooh man! Nobody ever did that to me before!’ the guy groaned.

Brad now turned his attention once more to the big, red nipples that jutted out of a tangle of dense fur. The hungry stud moaned and groaned as Brad’s experienced tongue and lips worshipped those sensitive nubs before kissing down his belly and dipping into his belly button.

Suddenly Brad was overcome by the desire to have this man’s cock inside him. He just about yanked the burly bear’s pants down to his ankles. Now Brad pressed his face up against the man’s underpants and inhaled the scent of his big bull balls through the almost threadbare cotton. Off to the left lay the outline of one incredibly thick, deliciously hard cock. Now he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and lowered those overstrained underpants. An absolute beauty of a cock sprang free and bobbed in front of his face. It was a reddish-brown color and grew out of a huge bush of jet black pubes that contrasted with the creamy pale skin of the parts of him that had never seen the sun. Those massive man eggs sat close to his body and were silky smooth as Brad caressed and then licked them.

To Brad’s surprise the big man turned around and pressed his pale, fat butt into his face. Brad soon found the treasure buried deep in that fleshy valley and the sounds that filled the room let Brad know that he was doing something right. The musk of the little man pit swirled through Brad’s nostrils and into his brain. Nothing in the world mattered except that he lick and tongue probe that hungry little slut-hole. The big guy reached back and held his fleshy cheeks apart, freeing up Brad’s hands to stroke his big, furry thighs and tease those big, overloaded spunk bags. The security man bellowed like a wounded beast as his senses went into over load.

‘Ooh fuck my big ass!’ he growled.

Brad quickly fished his bottle of lube out of his pocket that he had retrieved from the glove compartment when he parked outside the big bear’s house. Now he gently rubbed a gloop of stuff over that red pucker that already glistened with his spit. It was just the most inviting sight in the world. But sadly the big assed dude changed his mind as Brad’s finger invaded his virgin hole.

‘Shit! That’s hurts more than I thought it would.’ he complained.

Brad was too far gone to waste any time trying to get the tight ass to open up for him. He quickly lubed his own asshole and then got down on his knees and took his lover’s wilted cock in his hand. Even soft it had an incredibly impressive girth to it.

‘Sorry.’ The big guy apologized.

‘Ssssh.’ was Brad’s only reply before his mouth closed over that juicy member.

That beautiful cock was soon rampant once more and Brad lost no time in impaling himself on it. That first feel of hard, hungry cock sliding into his even hungrier butthole sent a shiver of delight through Brad’s whole body. He was filled to perfection and as he bent over the back of the sofa he surrendered his ass to the older man to use as he pleased.

‘Oh Roger! You have hit the jackpot!’ the big man called out.

‘I think Brad has too.’ Brad called out.

They both laughed as they realized that they bad both lied about their real names. And then they had more serious work to do. Roger took hold of Brad’s slender hips and started fucking him real slowly while enjoying the sight of his cock sliding into that peachy little ass. Brad’s soft sighs were really turning him on; he knew that he was doing a good job and he just wanted to pleasure the both of them as best he could. That slow rhythmic stroking was really getting to Brad’s cock and it soon was straining and leaking precum as it desperately tried to get its owner’s attention. When Brad got done pinching his tiny nipples his right hand dropped down to his big, curved dick. He just about shot his bolt as he smeared his precum over his overheated cock head.

The minutes ticked by. Roger pulled his cock all the way out of Brad’s ass and then slowly slipped back in. The groan that trembled on the air was so fucking horny that Roger almost lost it then. He pulled out again and felt the fresh joy of that sexy slide into a lubed up chute. The warmth of younger man’s innards enveloped his probing cock, welcoming it back in from the cold. And then he felt it; it was if a satin clad hand inside Brad’s ass had reached out and gripped his cock. He thought he must be imagining it but then it came again, and again, and again. He cried out in joy, surprise and delight as he realized that he was being manipulated by an expert.

Brad was really milking the older man’s cock now, clamping down on it something fierce as his own hand flew over his swollen dick. He was close, so very close and he didn’t want to wait for Roger. He could feel his balls grow restless and the pinprick behind his eyelids that told him he was at the point of no return. Suddenly Roger pulled all the way out of his ass and slammed back into him and let loose of volley of curses that were matched only by the geyser of spunk that he sent shooting up into Brad’s ass. Brad saw stars as his cock exploded in his bands spraying his jizz all over Roger’s sofa.

Roger stayed hard for ages afterwards and gently fucked Brad’s spunked up ass until at last his big cock softened and slipped out of Brad’s ass with a loud plop that made them both laugh. The moment was over; Brad quickly dressed while Roger asked if he knew how to clean up the evidence of their naughty encounter that soiled his sofa.

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It was just a job. Like a billion other jobs smeared across the want ads every day, scoured by the bored, the desperate and the luckless.

Well, I WAS a little bored. But I wasn’t desperate. And, hokey-smokes Bullwinkle, I sure wasn’t luckless…though I thought at first that I was.

I wasn’t real sure about working for a woman younger than myself. Lisa was only 27, and I am…well, I am older than that. Oh, no walkers, no being led gently back to my room by Nursie…but I am older than 27.

My first mistake, if it was one, was to wear my favorite sweater set to work on my second day there. A sleeveless wool turtleneck with a matching sweatercoat. I felt so sensual, just sitting there at my computer, so wrapped up in warm softness. No sense of urgency. No striving to achieve corporate goals. Sweater Slacker Queen rides again!

Not to say that I am not a good employee. It is just that, well, I have this thing about sweaters. So, there I was, feeling rather languorous when Lisa walked into my cubicle, my wretched little cell.

She bent to look over my shoulder at my computer screen. Oh, I was so glad it was not showing Collapse or Bounce Out or Bash the Bouncing Muskrat or something. Oh no, my computer, at least, was hard at work, a busy little beaver of a good machine.

And Lisa saw this as she leaned close to look.

As her hand rested on the back of my neck.

As her perfectly manicured index finger ran almost imperceptibly just above the neck of my sweater, like the kiss of a breeze. Oh my.

It was certainly an accident, I thought. Of course.

But no…

Her finger deliberately stroked my neck as she leaned close and I could smell Hugo Deep Red. I started to shift in my chair.

Lisa said quickly, peremptorily, “Don’t move.” There was a long moment, a bizarre shift from reality, and I thought this is inappropriate, this is insane, illegal, this is…her hand held my throat gently..this is oh, something, something…

I didn’t move. And my nipples stood up. I was sure Lisa could see them through my sweater. So disobedient they were! Such tattle tales! This won’t do, I thought breathlessly. How dare she, I thought happily. Hmm.

“There’s an eyelash, just about to fall şişli escort in your eye,” she said softly. “Hold still and let me get it.” Her right hand held me still as her left hand plucked the offending lash out of harm’s way. I blinked. Her fingertips had touched my skin, my face, just below my eye. So light. So…personal.

And then, she stroked my cheek–the rogue eyelash may have been there, who knows?–and turned and left, smiling at me like Mama Cat trotting off with a fat mouse in her jaws.

“Thank you,” I said after her, involuntarily admiring her tailored blouse and houndstooth skirt. I wanted to run my hands over that skirt. With her in it. Would that make me Employee of the Month or a jobseeker, I wondered vacantly as she rounded out of sight.

I exhaled deeply. I fumbled for my mouse. It may as well have been an astrolabe for all I knew what to do with it at that moment. I bit my lip. I raised my eyebrow. I smiled to myself. Ohhhhh my.

I may have been just the tiniest bit flustered by her after that. I would do things like drop my pen while we were standing together discussing a project, and then I would drop down in ladylike fashion to fetch it and there I would be, looking up at her gray slacks and up, further to her matching gray cashmere sweater. She was like a topographical map of gently curved Heaven. She would toss her hair and look down at me, amused, and I would flush, and stand back up. And discuss sales demographics or the price of dates in Istanbul or God knows what, and it was at one of these times that she said, in her dripping honey voice, “Meet me after work.” Again, it was way out of line. She was my boss and I was her employee, and it was rude as well, not a question, but a command.

I nodded, imagining my cheek against her soft gray shoulder. Ohmygod.

This is where I have to apologize. You see, we went to eat, or bungee jumped off the Arc de Triomphe or something, what difference does it make, what matters is that after we did whatever thing it was we did, she made me go to the mall with her.

Hardly shocking? Oh but wait. She steered me gently but firmly with her hand in the small of my back…caressing me through my deep red lambswool sweater…she made it clear where I was to go. mecdiyeköy escort She told me that I liked the gray and pink striped cashmere turtleneck we found. She informed me that I adored the deep green merino wool vee neck that would be huge on me. She helped me realize that I had to have the light blue mohair. I bought them all, in a trance.

Oh. I also bought the mittens and the scarves which she graciously pointed out that I wanted dearly. perhaps we were going spelunking? Certainly heights must be involved. We walked out of the mall and through the parking lot. She opened the passenger door of her sports car for me. She took my packages and loaded them in the back. And then she took us all home to her apartment.

I wore the gray and pink striped cashmere pullover. At her instruction, I wore nothing else. And she changed into a tight ribbed turtleneck of saffron yellow, and she wore leg warmers, and she wore…a smile as she approached me where I lay on my back on her bed.

She reached for the scarves I had bought at her bidding. She dangled them gently across my face and over the insides of my upturned wrists. I stretched my hands up toward the bedposts as she moved over me on her hands and knees.

“Would you like me to restrain you?” Lisa purred sweetly.

“Yes,” I nearly begged.

“I think you should stay right like that,” she cooed to me, “just because I have told you to. Don’t move until I give you permission, my sweet princess. I want you bound by my voice and my will.” She bent and kissed my cheeks and my hair. “I want you to show me that you are incapable of disobeying me,” she continued as she kissed my breasts through my sweater.

I longed to embrace her, to wrap my arms and legs around her in a lover’s embrace, but I stayed spread out as she wished me to, but I couldn’t help squirming and moaning as she sucked my nipple through my sweater. She lavished attention on my breasts for a long time before sitting back prettily on her feet.

I was on fire and I knew I was wetter than I had ever been, all because of this woman.

She reached over next to the bed and put on the mittens. I had not been told I could move yet and so I didn’t. It was delicious.

Lisa cupped my face in her mittened hands and kissed me deeply. I groaned into her mouth, out of my mind with pleasure as she savored my mouth with her tongue and held my face softly. The combination of sensations was driving me insane. Sexy mittens! Who knew?

Then she put her right hand, still wearing the mitten, between my legs and stroked me. I yelped from sheer delight and ground against her hand. I was panting and repeating her name over and over. And all she had done was stroke and kiss me.

Then she caressed my face again with the now wet mitten, and moved her legwarmer-clad thigh between my legs to take me as one woman does another.

I begged to be allowed to hold her.

“You may wrap your legs around me, but your arms stay where they are,” she commanded. Instantly, my legs went gratefully around Lisa’s hips and my calves caressed the backs of her thighs as I moved under her in a state of growling crazy lust.

As I got close, she took off a mitten and ran her fingers under my turtleneck and gently clasped her hand around my throat. She moved her sweatered body against mine and whispered in my ear a single word.

“Mine!” she said, and I had the strongest orgasm I had ever had or even imagined. I bucked underneath her screaming her name. I thought I would tear myself to pieces the sensations were so strong, yet I was surrounded by sensual softness and all was simply an ever-deepening pleasure.

After I had subsided, Lisa whispered in my ear again. “Put your arms around me, Lover.”

I did. I purred. I caressed her through her sweater and then ran my hands up under it to adore her more intimately. God, what is more thrilling than a woman’s soft skin, warmed by wool and softness? I groaned again in sheer delight.

“I’ve gotten your legwarmer all wet,” I said into her ear, and then circled my tongue there, following my words.

“All in a good cause,” she assured me with a wicked smile. “From now on,” she continued, “just the sight of me in a sweater will have you dripping. Just the sound of my voice will have you needing me. And you may never,” she added, running a mitten wet from my own sex across my lips, “see certain clothes quite the same way.”

“Shut up and do me again,” I commanded her.

“Hey!” she responded, smiling wonderfully, “Just remember who the boss is around here!” And then she made love to me again and again, until, in my joy, I wanted to cry. Oh my!

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Sophomore year was going to be great. The summer was fun, and while I missed being away from my college friends, I missed being in the city the most. Boston is a great place to go to college and it made suburban Ohio feel like a thousand miles away. I couldn’t stay out late, or go to parties because I was still only 19.

My summer had also been difficult because I broke up with my longtime boyfriend, Derek. We’d met in high school and just couldn’t make it work since he went to college on the West coast.

But I was finally back. I’d been lucky enough to get a room in the newest dorm. I had the best view of the downtown Boston. As I started to unpack, my best friend, and roommate, Kara walked in.

“Ashleigh!” she shrieked.

I ran over and gave her a giant hug. We’d talked and texted almost every day over the summer and I’d missed her terribly. Kara was my party partner. We joined the same sorority and attended all the social events and parties together. She’s about 5′ 7″ and 110 pounds with long red hair and a killer body. Like me, she was a swimmer in high school and it still showed.

“I just found out the boys are having an open party on Saturday night,” she said. “There will probably be a ton of people. It might be a great opportunity to meet someone new.”

“Wow, that didn’t take long to plan.”

“I know. And it’s a lingerie party. I guess they want to start the year off with a bang.”

“Ooo, that could be fun,” I said. “We’ll have to go shopping. I don’t have anything sexy enough to wear in public.”

Kara and I made a plan to go to the mall on Friday night after classes. If we were going to impress the boys we would have to really go all out. We popped into Victoria’s Secret and started looking through the outfits.

“Why did you and Derek finally break up,” asked Kara?

“Things were slowly falling apart last year,” I responded. “But, honestly, what really annoyed me was how he kept pushing for a threesome. He said some of his frat brothers had done it and they told him it’s something every guy should experience.”

“Wow, what a jerk.”

“And it’s not that I’m totally against the idea. I just didn’t like how every night he seemed to bring it up.”

“Wait, so you really would have one?” questioned Kara.

“I guess,” I said. “It would just have to be under the right circumstances.”

“And with who? A guy and a girl?”

“Sure, I dunno. I hadn’t given it much thought.”

The truth is I’d given it a lot of thought. I really wanted to try one and thought it would be fun, but I didn’t know how I’d feel about doing stuff with another girl. Kara and I had kissed in front of a group of guys at a party freshmen year and that was exciting, but I didn’t know how far I could go with another girl. I’d often fantasized about it at night, letting my fingers wander beneath the sheets before drifting to sleep.

While I was thinking about my fantasies Kara called out.

“Oh my God! Ashleigh, this is perfect for you!”

She found a soft white teddy that went down just below the panties. It almost looked like a very short dress, but it was slightly see through so you could see some skin and my underwear.

I found a pair of matching white string bikini panties and tried it on. I also picked out some white thigh high stockings to complete the ensemble.

“Wow,” said Kara. “You are going to şişli escort be attacked tomorrow.”

“I hope so,” I said. “I could use a little excitement.”

“Well I think you’ll be the one causing the excitement. When people get a look at you there’s going to be a lot of jaws on the ground. Hell, even I’m a little excited.”

I thought her last comment was odd. She’s never said anything like that before. I brushed it off and we continued shopping.

Kara found a red satin nighty with a red thong to match her hair. She picked out some black stockings and we went on our way.

Saturday afternoon before the party I decided to completely shave. It felt liberating and sexy. I wanted to feel the panties rub against me all night.

We arrived at the frat house and there was no shortage of cute girls in sexy outfits, but eyes were definitely on me. This was going to be a good night. We grabbed a couple of beers and started mingling through the crowd.

A couple of beers later, we were chatting with some guys when I saw a girl I didn’t know walk into the room.

This girl was drop dead gorgeous. And her outfit was to die for. She was wearing a pink corset, matching pink thong, and pink thigh high stockings attached to the corset. Her long, light brown hair went down just below her breasts which here popping out of the corset.

I was completely in awe. She looked up and we made eye contact. I quickly looked in another direction. I didn’t know what came over me, but I wanted to find out who she was.

A few minutes later, I was at the bar grabbing another beer when suddenly she appeared next to me.

“Hi, I’m Julie,” she said.

“Hey, I’m Ashleigh.” I barely managed to get it out as I took in the scent of her perfume. “What sorority are you in?” I asked.

“Oh, I’m not in a sorority. I was supposed to meet a friend here tonight, but he bailed at the last second.”

“Well, he’s an idiot if he’s missing this party. And especially if he’s missing you. That outfit is amazing.”

I couldn’t believe what I was saying. What was I thinking? She’s going to think I’m weird. Why did I say that?

“Aw, thanks! You’re outfit is really hot too, you know. I love how you can see through a little bit. Very sexy.”

“Thanks,” I said, not know where this was going.

At that second, Kara came over and pulled me away, telling me there was someone I should meet.

“Well it was nice chatting with you, Julie. I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

“Definitely,” she said.

Kara led me over to a group of guys and introduced me them. They were pretty cute and one guy, Tom, seemed like a really strong candidate for my phone number. My mind, though, was still on Julie. I just couldn’t get the image of her outfit out of my head.

I chatted with the guys for a bit and excused myself to go to the bathroom – a complete lie, but I didn’t want to spend the whole night talking. At this point I’d had a few beers and was ready to dance.

I made my way toward the dance floor and started to move my body, feeling the beat of the music.

Suddenly I felt a body press against mine from behind. Great, I thought. Another horny frat boy who wants to grind penis against me. But I didn’t feel any jeans or rough material. I felt smooth skin against smooth skin. I slowly turned around and there was Julie smiling at me.

“You don’t mind mecidiyeköy escort if I join you, do you?” she asked.

“Of course not,” I said, taking a slow breath to make sure the words didn’t come out too fast.

We started dancing next to each other, making subtle eye contact. Occasionally our hips would touch, sending a shiver of excitement to my core.

Oh my God, I thought. What am I doing? I’m not a lesbian, but there is just something about this girl that is making me incredibly excited.

At one point she reached her hand out and brushed me arm. I looked at her and smiled. She returned the smile and turned to face me. I decided to just put my thoughts aside and just go with the moment. We continued dancing and she moved closer.

Our bodies finally came into contact and our thighs brushed together. It was electric. She reached behind me and softly ran her hand along my back, down to my hip and back up. She brushed against the side of breast and we got even closer.

We started moving in sync and grinding against each other. I let me hands sweep over her body, touching her soft legs and the satin material of her corset.

Then, I looked up and we made eye contact. She leaned in and I followed until our lips met. It was incredible. When I’d kissed Kara last year it had been for fun, and while it was exciting, there weren’t real feelings behind it.

Julie opened her mouth and our tongues met, swirling.

I felt her hand move toward my inner thigh and she made contact with the front of my panties. I moaned softly. I’d never been so excited or wet in my entire life as this gorgeous girl lightly massaged my pussy.

Suddenly I was brought back to reality as Kara appeared.

“You two are going to have to either find a room or start charging money, because you’ve got everyone’s attention.”

I looked around and all the guys were starting, jaws to the floor.

“I don’t know what came over me,” I said, out of breath.

“Uh, I think everyone else does,” smirked Kara, looking towards Julie. “That was hot!”

Julie looked embarrassed and said, “look, I’m sorry. I should go.”

“I have a better idea,” Kara said. “Let’s all go back to our room.”

“What!” I exclaimed?

“You two look amazing and that was incredible to watch. We should leave the guys behind and have our own party in the room. We’ve got some beer there. You two can finish what you’ve started.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Here was my roommate inviting a girl I’d just been making out with back to our dorm room.

I looked at Julie and waited for a response. She thought for a second, smiled and said, “that sounds like fun.”

We grabbed our coats and made our way across campus. It felt like the longest walk of my life. During the walk Julie’s hand only left mine to caress my back or butt. We were smiling and flirting the whole way.

Once we got into the room, Kara sat on her bed and said to us, “I think you two should pick up where you left off.”

Julie looked at me and leaned forward for another kiss. She rubbed my breasts through the soft material of my teddy. It was unreal. When Derek had played with me, he was always so rough. Julie knew exactly the right spots.

She worked her hand down the front of the teddy and found the front of my panties. Slowly, she started rubbing my pussy.

I continued kissing her, thoroughly enjoying the sensations she was providing.

When I didn’t think it could get any better, she slipped her hand into my panties and I felt her finger on my bare pussy. She worked her middle finger up and down, gently pressing my clit. I moaned again, louder this time. Looking over I saw Kara with her hand in her own panties, watching the action unfold.

Julie led me over to the bed and slipped my teddy over my head. I reached around and unhooked her corset, exposing her breasts. They were bigger than I realized – at least a D cup – but perky and perfect.

I rubbed her breasts, bent down, and gently ran my tongue across her nipple. I’d never done anything like this before, but the feeling was simply amazing.

After a minute of alternating between breasts, she pushed me onto the bed and took my panties completely off. She spread my legs apart, smiled at me and lowered herself into me. She slowly licked around my inner thighs, running just the tip of her tongue up and down. Eventually I felt her hot breath on my pussy. I could barely contain myself as her tongue touched my pussy for the first time. I almost screamed it felt so good.

She moved her tongue slowly around my clit. I couldn’t believe I was letting another girl lick my pussy, but it just felt so good. She started moving faster and my body started tensing up. I gripped the sheets tightly in my hand as my body pulsed and orgasmed to the beat of her tongue.

I laid in the sheets and absorbed the feelings for a minute as she came up and kissed me. Suddenly I was reinvigorated and knew exactly what I wanted. I flipped her on her back and started running my hand up and down her body. I moved my hand from her breasts and slipped it into her pink satin panties as I again playfully licked her nipples. She was soaking wet.

I pulled her panties off and moved my head between her legs. As I inhaled her scent I looked up at her, made eye contact, and smiled. I moved my face closer and gently licked the stop of her slit. I’d never thought I’d be going down on another girl and was nervous. She tensed with excitement and approval. I again put my tongue on her pussy and let it sink in before moving it slowly up and down.

Then I felt the bed shake. I looked up and Kara had joined us, completely naked. I’d forgotten she was even here! She kissed Julie as I continued licking her pussy.

Kara then repositioned herself and lowered her pussy onto Julie’s mouth. She’d had enough solo satisfaction. I went back to work on Julie, moving my tongue faster and faster on her clit. Eventually I found a rhythm and felt Julie start to shake. Kara moved off and Julie cried out with pleasure. She laid there, breathing heavily and I looked at Kara and said, “I think you need some help.”

I moved on top of Kara and found my way to her soaking pussy. I did the same to her as I did Julie and Kara exploded in orgasm.

Afterwards we laid in bed and just cuddled and rubbed each other, eventually falling asleep. The next morning I woke up to Kara between my legs, returning the favor from the night before. We brought each other to orgasm one more time and all showered together.

After Julie left, Kara looked at me and said, “so I guess you just needed to find the right people for your threesome.” We both cracked up.

I continued seeing Julie, and Kara would often join in our escapades. We stayed friends throughout college and still get together to play every once in a while, but nothing will compare to the raw sensation of that first wild night.

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