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“So Jen and I walk into the room for our body exfoliation and there are these two massage tables, separated by this curtain that doesn’t even stretch the width of the room.”

I was recounting our afternoon experiences at the Spa des Rêves to our two friends, Tracy and Lamya. The four of us had planned to spend a girls’ weekend up North – away from the stress of work and family – being buffed, massaged, and generally pampered in a context of copious amounts of wine and good food. Tracy had suggested this spa on the recommendation of her friend, Shannon, who couldn’t stop raving about it. The wine was already flowing and Lamya topped up my glass with some bubbly pink Zinfandel – something festive for “Ladies’ Spa Weekend.”

And boy, did I need to relax! It had been a while since I had a weekend and didn’t have to bring any work home. My lifestyle was hectic enough, with job, kids, volunteering with school and activities – rarely a down moment. My last weekend away had been… well, that conference out West, I guess – and that was months ago. I was distracted for a moment recalling how I’d helped my friends Matt and Liane expand their sexual repertoire – and mine too. I had always considered myself somewhat bi-curious and that weekend had definitely solidified my attraction to women.

I realised that I had fallen silent, but fortunately, Jen had picked up the train of the story, with no one the wiser.

“Kate and I sort of looked at each other, wondering if they thought we were a couple or something,” she continued.

As if! I thought. Both of us were in our late 30s with young children at home and I was pretty sure Jen was as hetero as they come. Actually, Tracy was the only one of our group with no kids. And she was definitely one of the more adventurous too, with her platinum blonde dyed hair and tasteful tattoos – I think eight at last count. She was fit and muscular with small breasts and a confident attitude. She was also openly bisexual. Sometimes I envied her relaxed attitude about sex – Jen had regaled me with stories of her escapades – I always found it so ironic that two such divergent women were friends. I didn’t know Tracy as well as the others but I’d been pleased when Jen suggested her as an addition to our group this weekend. She had a delightfully cynical way of looking at things that managed to find the humour in any situation.

“Good thing we’re pretty comfortable with each other!” Jen said and sipped at her own wine.

She was sprawled elegantly on one of the overstuffed chairs in our room, her delicate feet resting on the edge of the enormous bathtub that seemed to take up half of the room. Jen did everything elegantly, I thought absently. Her short brown hair was a thick tousled mass that managed to look stylish even in the fluffy white bathrobe. My own auburn curls were still tied in the loose bun I had used to keep them out of the way for our afternoon treatment.

“The older of the two women points to this tiny bundle on the massage table and says something to us in French – I had NO idea what she was talking about – and then they walk out,” Jen added. “Turns out it’s this disposable thong and we’re supposed to wear that and nothing else! I couldn’t even tell which tiny triangle of fabric was supposed to be the back and which the front!”

I laughed along with the others, recalling how shocked Jen had looked after my translation. Although my French wasn’t great, hers was almost non-existent. She drained her glass of wine and held her glass out to Lamya for a refill. Lamya’s dark hair was also still in a bun from her massage this afternoon. The stark white bathrobe offset her dusky Middle Eastern complexion, making her look slightly tanned compared to the rest of us. I envied the neatness of her hair; while mine tended to be a frizzy mass, constantly trying to escape the confines of my hair tie, her sleek black hair always looked like she had just come from a salon.

Lamya hadn’t said much about her massage this afternoon, other than to say that she had enjoyed it and was looking forward to the treatments we had scheduled for tomorrow. I had noticed a slight flush to her cheeks when she said it and had made a mental note to ask her about it tonight when we were alone in our room. She and I were sharing the room next door, with the queen-sized bed, leaving Jen and Tracy the king-sized. The rationale for the room allocations had been that Lamya and I had been friends for more than 10 years but she had never met either of the other women before today. We were in a small cabin a few minutes’ walk from the main resort building. Our two suites were on the main floor, separated by a small vestibule, and there were several other rooms on the second floor.

“So what did you do?” Lamya asked, tucking a stray lock of hair into her bun. She perched on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs, her bathrobe gaping open with the movement and exposing the smooth line up to her thighs. She was a petite, voluptuous Ankara escort woman who seemed very comfortable in her own skin.

“Well, I’m guessing I put it on the right way–” Jen began.

“I opted for the larger triangle in front – figured I’d rather the wedgie be at the back!” I added.

“Ditto!” Jen continued. “Then the two women come back in – they didn’t say anything, so it must have been fine – and the older one starts explaining everything in French with Kate having to translate. And want to hear the best? Turns out the young one doing my treatment speaks perfect English! I mean – would it not have made sense for HER to do the explanations?” Jen shook her head, her hair swishing with the movement.

“Was it good though?” Tracy asked, picking another strawberry from the plate in front of us. “Mmm,” she said, “These are amazing! I’ve never had a body exfoliation.”

I opted for a slice of pineapple and answered, “Awesome! It felt like a back scratch but over my entire body.” I decided not to mention how the woman – Marie, I recalled – an attractive slim woman probably in her late 40s, had gently circled my breasts with the scrub, just missing the nipples. I hadn’t thought much about it at first, but when she rubbed in the lotion after I’d rinsed off the scrub, she hadn’t bothered avoiding them. I felt a familiar pulse in my groin as I recalled her soft touch and the slight smile on her face when she noticed how hard my nipples became with the attention. She had rolled them with her fingers before continuing to rub the lotion lower into my abdomen and hips. Her fingers had skirted along the strings of the underwear, even moving under the larger triangle to where my pubic hair would have been if I hadn’t been completely waxed.

I had glanced over to Jen where she lay on the other massage table, wondering if she was getting similar attentions. I could see that she was biting her lower lip slightly but hadn’t been able to focus much on it because Marie had asked me to flip so she could do my back. I had been a bit embarrassed to realise I was disappointed she hadn’t continued to massage lower under the thong.

I shifted slightly where I sat on the step leading to the bathtub, remembering her hands on my buttocks and thighs. I recalled thinking she had spent a lot of time rubbing the lotion into my inner thighs, brushing against the thin fabric of the thong. She had used long firm strokes along my butt cheeks and had casually moved aside the string of the underwear to caress along the line of my ass, even brushing my outer labia. I had held perfectly still, conscious that we were not alone in the room and having no idea of her intentions. I remembered thinking that she had to be aware how wet I was getting and wondering how far this was going to go, when she had pressed her lotion-covered thumb against my anus. She had rubbed gently, her other hand continuing to stroke teasingly up my inner thigh, and I couldn’t believe how erotic it was. I found myself hoping she would move her fingers to my clit, which was aching for some attention. My hips had risen involuntarily in a tacit request.

Just when I thought my wishes might be fulfilled, I had heard Jen’s aesthetician ask how she was feeling. Marie removed her hands from where they had been teasing me for one last caress along my back and she echoed the question, though in French.

“Très bien, merci,” I had responded shakily, my heart thumping with my arousal. She gave me instructions to take my time before sitting up, to drink a large glass of water, and that she would see me tomorrow for the scheduled facial. I found myself wondering if that too would hold some surprises.

I dragged myself back to the present where Tracy was recounting a hilarious description of her waxing this afternoon. She had opted for a full bikini wax and in apparently typical Tracy fashion, she was comfortable sharing all the gory details.

“She had a trainee with her and asks me if I’m okay with her observing. What am I supposed to say? No – I don’t want a hot busty 22 year old redhead staring intently at my cunt from six inches away while this gorgeous other woman rips my pubic hair from the roots?” She emptied the last of the wine into her own glass and stood to get a fresh bottle – red this time.

“I told her of course I don’t mind – I’m easy,” she continued with a wry grin.

“But not cheap,” Jen interjected quickly, smiling at her friend as she passed her the corkscrew.

“Never that,” Tracy agreed with a wink. “Has anyone else noticed that all the workers here are incredibly attractive? Or maybe it’s just me,” she mused.

She had a point, I considered. Though maybe it’s just the relaxing environs – the quiet refuge up in the mountains, the bubbling of the accompanying river lending atmosphere to the setting. One can’t help but feel contented, setting everything in a more positive light.

“So when do you ladies want to head for dinner?” Tracy asked us in a complete Ankara escort bayan change of subject. “My friend Shannon said we have got to try the cheese fondue. She’s been here four times and she said she’ll be completely shocked if we don’t come away from this weekend desperate to return.”

We agreed we would freshen up and head up to the main building in about half an hour. Apparently, it was expected that we’d just wear our bathrobes and flip flops to the restaurant in the spa and we were just as happy not to have to dress up.

The fondue was as delicious as advertised. We relaxed over white chocolate mousse with a delicate raspberry coulis, sipping a sweet late harvest white wine, and watching some of the other guests amble over to the hot tub. We hadn’t had time to explore that part of the small resort this afternoon, but we had talked about a soak before bed tonight. Tracy had informed us over dinner that the spa was all female and that bathing suits were not required for the hot tubs and saunas. Probably just as well since two of our group – including myself – had neglected to bring any.

We stepped into the chill night air, Tracy and Lamya heading to the sauna while Jen and I left our bathrobes hanging next to a pile of fluffy white towels and stepped into the hot tub. It was February and, while paths had been cleared through the snow, it was cold enough to see your breath. We didn’t dawdle. The hot tub was a great sprawling landscape of natural rock with submerged seats around the inside perimeter and several smaller pools branching off from the main section. With the steam rising off the hot water, it was almost impossible to see into those more secluded areas and I wasn’t even sure if they were occupied.

Jen and I found a spot near the entrance to the pool where the other women would be able to find us and immersed ourselves to the neck. It was delightfully hot and I found all of my muscles relaxing. I could see vague movement through the fog and could hear quiet conversation and laughter, so I figured there must be some other guests in the smaller pools. The sky was completely clear and the moon was full, adding a soft illumination to the artificial lighting tastefully scattered around the landscape.

We hadn’t been sitting long before Tracy and Lamya came giggling up the path from the sauna, clutching at each other’s arm. They hung their bathrobes next to ours and quickly moved to the steps.

“Holy crap! It’s cold!” Tracy exclaimed, rubbing at her arms. She had a gorgeous body, I mused, even though it was quickly being covered in goose bumps. She was about 5’8″ with firm high breasts, long toned legs, and a flat stomach. I sighed softly. My 38D breasts had been firm two children ago.

They sat next to us and Tracy immediately leaned forward conspiratorially.

“Oh my God! I have to tell you what we just saw!” she began. “So we got to the sauna and it’s super dark inside, but we could tell there were a couple of other women in there already. Lamya and I sit down – it’s SO hot, but we’re just relaxing and letting our eyes adjust.”

She glanced around the pool and probably saw the same indistinct movements that I had noticed. Lowering her voice, Tracy continued, “Turns out it’s not just a couple of women – it’s THREE women!”

“And they’re having sex!” Lamya blurted out. “Like – right there on the bench!” I saw she was breathing heavily, though whether from what they’d seen in the sauna, the walk up the slight incline to the hot tub, or just the heat of the pool, I wasn’t sure.

“What do you mean, ‘they were having sex’?” Jen asked, obviously puzzled. I was reminded of how naïve Jen is. I recalled having to explain to her why she probably shouldn’t use the term “double-fisting” when talking about someone holding two drinks.

Tracy rolled her eyes at her friend and explained. “One of them was lying on the bench with one woman basically sitting on her face and the other eating her out and finger fucking her.” She grinned. “I have to say, it was pretty hot.”

I was suddenly very aware that we were all naked and I became conscious of the tickling sensation of the water lapping at my nipples.

“Are they allowed to do that?” Jen asked, frowning and looking around the pool. “I mean – it’s sort of in public.”

“Shannon told me this place is rather… unconventional,” Tracy said. “I know I don’t mind. I’m tempted to go back and watch the rest of the show.”

I was tempted too and as I bit my lip, I noticed Tracy was looking at me rather speculatively. She held my gaze for a long moment and I saw a smile hovering around the edge of her lips.

“Maybe they actually enjoy an audience,” Lamya suggested. “Not me though – too cold to walk all that way back there.”

Tracy looked directly at me again and said, “I think I’ll go back. Hey – if they’re going to do it where they can be watched, then they shouldn’t be bothered by some company. Besides, I love the heat of a Escort Ankara sauna. I’ll come back to cool off in a bit. Kate, you should come check it out too – the cold air followed by the sauna is really awesome.”

I wasn’t sure if Tracy was flirting with me or if I was imagining it because I was so horny, but I didn’t care. The heaviness in my groin was doing my thinking for me. I stood up to follow her and said to the other women: “I probably won’t stay long – I usually find saunas too hot.”

“OK – report back in a bit,” Lamya said jokingly and the two of them moved a bit farther away from the steps into a slightly deeper part of the pool.

I grabbed a towel and my bathrobe and hurried after Tracy.

“It’s freaking cold!” I said to her, my teeth starting to chatter. My nipples had hardened almost immediately after leaving the pool and I noticed Tracy’s were as well. She hadn’t bothered to don her bathrobe but was holding it loosely in one arm as she ushered me down the path.

“You’ll be warm soon,” she said. “C’mon.”

We left our bathrobes outside the small wooden shack that housed the sauna and stepped inside, quickly shutting the door behind us. Tracy grabbed my arm to lead me to a small bench just to the right of the door and we sat, allowing our eyes to adjust to the dim light. I could hear gasps and heavy breathing from the other side of the room and it wasn’t long before I was able to see the two women on the bench across from us. One of the three that Tracy and Lamya had seen must have left but the scene wasn’t too different.

A shapely blonde woman who looked to be in her mid to late 20s was sprawled naked on the bench, a white towel under her. Her hair was a shoulder length dark gold in the dim light, her lips full and parted slightly. Her waist was trim and her breasts high and full, as one might expect from such a young woman. She was holding the backs of her thighs, exposing herself to the attentions of the other woman – a petite brunette, with much shorter hair and small tight breasts. She was kneeling on a towel in front of the bench, and I could see some sort of tattoo at the base of her spine. I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, but I could hear the wet sounds of her mouth on the blonde.

I felt my nipples tingle and my pussy throb in sympathy. I swallowed hard. I had never seen two women together in real life before. It was very different from watching porn, I thought. The woman lying down had her eyes open slightly, so it was obvious she knew we were there and either didn’t mind, or as Lamya had suggested, got off on the exhibitionism. I sat very still next to Tracy, wondering if she expected us to do something or just watch.

As the brunette shifted to lick at the other woman’s inner thighs, the blonde looked directly at Tracy, sliding her fingers down her stomach to dip into her snatch. She thrust it a few times and brought it up to her nipple, circling it slowly and holding Tracy’s gaze.

Tracy stood and said quietly to me, “I hope you’re not easily shocked, Kate,” then walked over to the other bench. As a matter of fact, I was not easily shocked. But I was a bit too shy to join the activity. At least for now…

Tracy knelt beside the brunette and began licking at the blonde’s nipple. I could hear the blonde moan softly and I pressed my thighs together. The brunette began to stroke Tracy’s back and bum, reaching between her cheeks to finger her. Tracy widened her stance obligingly. She sucked at the blonde’s breast, pinching the other nipple and evoking a louder moan from the woman. The brunette pressed her face to the woman’s pussy and I could imagine the sensations she must be feeling. I figured no one would notice or care what I was doing, so I slipped a finger between my own legs. My pussy was wet and I slowly stroked my slippery juices over my clit, dipping into myself for more and relishing the heat on my skin.

The blonde woman cried out and bucked her hips as she came, grabbing at Tracy’s arm as the other woman held on to her tightly, sucking as she writhed on the bench. She gradually quieted and the brunette moved away from her, leaning into Tracy with a deep kiss. I had known intellectually that Tracy liked women as much as men, but I had a moment of surprise watching her kiss a woman. I found myself staring at the graceful line of her back as she pressed into the brunette, wondering how much of her tongue she was using in the kiss. I realised in that moment that I wanted to be in that group, sharing in the kissing and fondling.

Tracy gently pushed the brunette away, positioning her to sit on the edge of the bench. I watched as she moved her tongue up in a line along her inner thigh. The woman let her head rest against the wall and tilted her pelvis toward Tracy, obvious in what she wanted. Tracy didn’t need more of an invitation. I admired her skill as she delved into the woman’s pussy, licking and using her fingers to send the brunette into a squirming, moaning mess on the bench.

My mouth was dry and my attention fixated on the scene in front of me, my finger still idly stroking my clit. I felt a hot hand on my thigh and started. The blonde woman had walked over to kneel in front of me.

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I could not believe it. Freddie must have dissolved the Viagra in the coffee and that was why my cock had become erect on its own, why it would not go down and why I was unable to resist his advances. Freddie had duped me. At least that is what I told myself. I decided to go back down to the basement and confront him.

When I went down to the basement I went over to the sofa bed where Freddie was lying on his back with his eyes closed. Still asleep, I thought. I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time just admiring his manliness, then a wonderful idea came to me. I went to my shorts and took my mobile from my pocket. I took a video of him lying there resplendent in his stockings and garter belt. I wanted some shots of his fat cock too. As I concentrated on his cock he opened his eyes, smiled that smile of his and then he spoke.

“Are you looking at my cock? You are, aren’t you? Do you want to take a photograph of it? Go on then, I don’t mind. You can look at the photo of my cock next time you play with your little cock.”

I put my mobile down and putting my hand in the dressing gown pocket I pulled out the empty Viagra box and sachet and waved them in his face. I pretended to be cross with him.

“You are a very naughty man Freddie. You tricked me and manipulated me with this aphrodisiac. You used it to seduce me and take advantage of me. You knew I would not be able to control my sexual urges. You deliberately waited until the Viagra had taken effect before you made your move. You have taken advantage of me Freddie and … and I want to thank you.” Having said this, I lay down beside him on the sofa-bed.

It happened again. My cock just became fully erect in an instant and was screaming out for attention. My face turned crimson, my breathing quickened, my heart was thumping in my chest. I did not care that Freddie had deceived me. I wanted more cock fun.

“Oh, did my little cock sucker finish the coffee,” said Freddie reaching out his hands and pulling me close to him. I offered no resistance.

“You are so naughty,” was all I managed to say before he forced his tongue into my mouth again and began swirling it around. Resistance was futile. He held me tight to his body and our naked cocks touched each other. He was thick and hard again and I could not stop myself from thrusting my cock out to meet his thrusting manhood and try, in vain, to match him. He licked my lips and then he licked my face. He nibbled my neck and then he nibble my ear lobe. Then he whispered in my ear.

“Don’t kid yourself that you do not want this, my little, cock lover. You know you want this, as much as I do. Just accept what you are.”

His hand went down and grasped both our cocks together. He rubbed our knobs together and I yelped in pleasure. It was so much better in reality than I had imagined it would be. Freddie’s precum mingled with mine and our cocks slid against each other. He was so calm and in control whereas I was lost in wonder and lust. His lips were only inches from mine as he spoke to me softly.

“Yes, my little cock sucker. You love this. I know you do. You love being cock to cock with me. You are so ripe for the plucking and I am going to turn you into my little panty boy, my very own cock sucking, cum swallowing, panty wearing, sissy. That’s really what you are, isn’t it? That’s what you want to be?

“Yes, yes,” I gasped. “Oh Freddie, you are wonderful. Oh, Oh.!

“Now get down there and lick my shiny knob and rub your soft, baby face into my leaking, cock. I have plans for you and you are going to love them all. This is what you were made for, to be a sex toy for a man, a real man that is. Show me how much you love my cock”

I did not refute a word he said. There was no fight in me. Everything he was saying was true. When my cock was hard I did want to be his panty boy, I did want to be his cocksucker, and I did want to swallow his cum. His words only turned me on, even more. He was running his fingers through my hair gently and then he stuck his long, wet tongue under my upper lip running it across my gums.

“You know I am right, don’t you baby. You are my baby now. You belong in my arms, in my bed, pleasuring me, meeting all my needs. Just admit it.”

“Yes, Freddie,” I whispered, almost breathless. “This is what I want.”

I looked into his eyes. Oh gosh he was right. I loved everything he was doing to me. He was setting me free. I had come to him, willingly. The Viagra just made it all more pleasurable. Freddie rolled over on his back and pushed me down on the sofa. As I traveled south I luxuriated in his hairy chest and rubbed my soft cheek against it, thrilling in the delight of the sensations I was experiencing. I came to his rock hard cock and luxuriated, again, in the smell and the heat that emanated from it. It was so beautiful and erect and proud.

“Enjoy yourself, sissy. Just, enjoy yourself. Make love to my cock with your sweet, soft, girly, mouth. Do it for daddy.”

“Yes daddy.”

The sound of his voice was my command to action and so Ankara bayan escort for the second time that day, I stuck out my tongue to french his purple knob and was instantly rewarded with sweet, precum that oozed out of his cock slit. In an effort to extract more of that precious nectar, I tried to force the pointed tip of my tongue, into the slit of his cock. This brought wails of delight from Freddie. I repeated my action and followed it, tout suite, with more licking of the underside of his crown, as I lightly caressed his big, hairy, balls with my fingertips.

I ran the very tip of my index finger, ever so gently and lightly, the whole way up his shaft and back down again and then slurped his cock head into my mouth and sucked hard. Ever so gently I caressed the length of his shaft with pursed lips and wet tongue, paying particular attention to the underside of his knob with my tongue. The more I played with his cock, the hornier I became, and the more Freddie moaned and babbled. He kept telling me that I was a good little boy and how lovely and sweet my mouth was. I reveled in his praise and felt so proud of myself. My mouth was dribbling saliva and precum all over his engorged, fat cock but the flavor of his cock was divine. I continued to play with his balls and slide a fingertip along his perineum. All I could smell, all I could see, all I could taste or touch was Freddie’s manhood. I was in heaven. This was where I belonged and it felt so good.

He pushed me over on my side and drove his cock in to the back of my throat causing me to gag. His cock was glistening now with my saliva and precum and the inevitable, little, threads of both, joined my nose, chin and face to his beautiful fat knob. Recovering slightly from his initial thrust into my throat, I placed my hand around his shaft and felt it pulsating and throbbing with his rampant lust. My hand did not reach the whole way round his manhood, yet I managed to get a firm grip on him and stroke him gently. He was out of control and cried out to me, to grip him tighter and rub him faster. He was going to shoot soon and I was the one making it happen. I had total control of his desire for me and took great pleasure in my manipulation of his impending, orgasm. His cock was so beautiful.

I formed a perfect O with my lips and in spite of his upward thrusting and his lustful yells, to allow him access, to my warmth and wetness, I only allowed his cock head to pass through this hole, into my waiting mouth, where my wicked tongue pounced, upon the underside of his knob, with many viper-like flicks, eliciting from Freddie, shrieks of delight, until finally, I could feel his cock expand to its maximum as he forced it into my mouth. I clamped my lips behind the ridge of his big, shiny, purple knob, gripped his shaft tightly, and sucked on him for all I was worth as he released his living seed, his precious, delicious sperm, in several forceful jets. His spurts of manly cum hit my throat, coated the sides of my mouth and filled me to such an extent, that even though I swallowed quickly, my mouth was overflowing with cock cream.

He did not have to tell me what to do next. I pulled his fat cock from my mouth and climbed back up on top of him. I brought my lips to his and he eagerly parted his to allow me to share with him, to snowball back and forth between us, his sticky seed. When he was satisfied and had swallowed what I left in his mouth, I scooted back down to suckle on what still remained, inside his deflating cock. I lay my face below it, against his thigh and placing just his purple, crown inside my mouth, I gently suckled his creamy dregs. I lay with his cock head in my mouth, savoring every last droplet and the flavor of him, until he told me to come up beside him. I have to tell you that I left my post reluctantly.

I lay down on my back and Freddie lay on his side, leaning on his elbow, his head resting on his hand again. This time he slowly massaged my chest and tummy. It was beautiful torture. The Viagra was doing its work now and my cock wanted him to palm me. Instead he played with my inner thighs and tickled my balls mercilessly. When he drew his fingertips along my perineum I had to moan.

“You like it when I tickle you down there with my fingertips don’t you? Heck, you really are a hairless little boy aren’t you? Your inner thighs are so white and soft, like a girl. Maybe I’ll get you to shave off this blondie fuzz you have around your lovely little cock. I love the fact that you are not circumcised. What is that like?”

I was moaning as I told him how the tip of the skin was ever so sensitive and he teased it until I was almost delirious with pleasure. He gave gentle little squeezes to the edge of my foreskin by using the tip of his thumb and his forefinger to pinch it. This was pure delight for me.

“I know you like my cock so I am going to let you hold it. From now on, you will come when I call you because you are a submissive boy by nature. Now, when I give you permission you will be allowed to hold my cock in your hand. You do like Escort bayan Ankara having a thick cock in your soft hands, don’t you baby? You are the sort of boy who likes to be told what to do and from now on you will do what daddy tells you, won’t you baby?

“Yes, daddy,” I gasped and I meant it.

His words were like a dream come true for me. He licked my lips several times more before continuing. I could taste his cock cream and smell it off his breath. It was heavenly. I wanted him to make me cum. I would do anything for him now and he knew it. How many times had I dreamed of lying down naked with a lusty man like Freddie, who teased my cock as he was doing and made me want to willingly submit to all his sexual wishes? When he stopped licking my lips all I could do was say his name and beg him not to stop touching me.

“Yes. Do you want daddy to talk dirty to you? Of course you do! I bet you love dirty talk. Don’t deny it. You want me to tell you what a sissy little bitch you are; that is what you are isn’t it? Yes it is baby. We both know how much you love my cock, don’t we? You want to hold it in your soft sissy hand don’t you? Why I can even taste myself from your mouth, your sweet, cock sucker’s mouth.”

Everything he said was true and I did not want him to stop talking to me in this manner. I had masturbated so often imagining a man talking to me like this, calling me his baby, his sissy, his cock sucker. I looked up into Freddie’s eyes pleadingly.

“Please Freddie. Please can I touch it?”

“Call me daddy now pet.”

“Please daddy. Please can I touch it?”

“Touch what? You have to be more specific. Tell me what you want to touch. Is it my fat cock?

“Yes,” I gasped. “Please daddy.”

“Then say it. Be a good little boy and say it.”

“Please Freddie, I mean, please daddy, may I touch your cock?”

“Do you want to hold it through my panties or do you want to feel it with your bare hand?”

“I want to feel it throbbing in my soft hand and to have you stroke me gently, tenderly, as you whisper dirty things in my ear. I have dreamed of this. I don’t mind if you lick me. I love it when you lick me. I will do anything for you, but please daddy, please, please, please, just talk dirty to me as you stroke me tenderly. I love that, Oh God, I love that so much.”

Freddie picked up the panties and took them in his hand. Gently he placed them over my cock. Oh my goodness, how he teased me with his wicked tongue. I was so hard for this. He stroked me up and down as he called me names. He licked my lips and whispered in my ear. I could feel his hot breath on my face and the occasional rasp of his manly face against my baby face. I was so turned on. I was his baby he said, his very own little cock sucker, his cum swallower. I had his thick cock in my hand and I was loving feeling it and touching his pubic hair, his black pubic hair.

He told me I would become like a girl for him and he would dress me in lingerie and that I would come to love wearing stockings and a garter belt for him. He promised me that I was his from now on, that there was no going back now. He told me I could never be with a girl because I was not a real man. He told me I could never really satisfy a woman with such a little boy cock. Besides, didn’t I prefer older men like him. Older men with big hairy cocks. Manly men. There was no denying it. I preferred cocks. He told me he owned me, because I adored his thick circumcised cock. He told me I was his to do with as he pleased. Had I not sucked his cock with relish? Then it follows that I was his cock sucking, cock loving, little cum slut.

“What are you?” he asked me.

Before I could answer he flipped me on to my tummy and to my surprise and delight he playfully spanked my bare bottom.

“You have such a lovely firm, bottom,” he said and proceeded to massage my buttocks. Oh God it felt wonderful and I did not want him to stop.

“You like that, don’t you baby? You like daddy’s hands on your bum. You have such a perfect, round, little bum.”

The next thing I knew he was sucking my bum cheeks. First one, then the other. He would pretend to bite me and then move to the other bum cheek and his hands parted my cheeks and I could feel his rough manly face rub against me. It was so strange and yet so sexy. Then he did something to me I never thought people did. He licked me. He held my bum cheeks apart and he gave me one long, delicious, sticky, wet lick all the way up the crack of my bum and all the way back down again. I nearly jumped out of my skin with shock and pleasure.

“Oh!” he said. I think you liked that baby.”

I was going to answer but could only squeal with delight as he proceeded to repeat the operation. I cannot describe the pleasure he gave me. I whimpered and yelped at the sensations I was feeling when his lips kissed my pink bum hole and his tongue flicked in and around the entry to my most secret place. His tongue licked and probed and I squirmed and squealed as I pushed back against this beautiful, Bayan escort Ankara soft, moist invader. My cock was on fire as Freddie relentlessly probed me with his long tongue and his saliva ran down along my perineum. I could hold back no longer. He raised my bum up to give himself a better angle and just as my sphincter opened up and his tongue entered me, he seized my cock and pulled it down roughly and I completely lost it and came all over the sofa bed.

Freddie did not stop. He tongued me without mercy and the more he tongued me the more I squealed and wriggled and the more I pushed my bum back begging for more, like a shameless little tart. I knew men licked women’s pussy but this was so unreal, so bizarre and the best thing ever. Something firm pushed in to me and while I was a little bit shocked at the stinging sensation, I knew immediately that Freddie had inserted a finger into my boy pussy. I shamelessly pushed back against this new intruder and a wave of intense pleasure spread through me as his fingertip glanced my prostate. I couldn’t help but moan and whimper.

Then two fingers went up me and he slid them in and out, in and out, relentlessly, unceasingly. Each time they passed over my prostate I could only moan. Freddie reached down under the sofa bed and lifted something off the floor. As I lay there exposed he withdrew his fingers from inside me. It was a tube of lube which he generously poured over his fingers and into my bum hole.

His fingers slid into me again as I lay in a heap upon the sofa. He placed both hands on my waist and raised me up on my knees. I heard him soaking his cock in lube. I trembled as he leaned forward with his cock in his hand, hard and erect. I felt him slide up and down in between my buttocks. His cock was so hard. He spoke firmly to me.

“Place your hands on your bum cheeks and show me your pussy.”

This was not a request but a command so I did what I was told. He was salivating at the prospect of taking me and making me his property.

“So pretty, so pink. This is mine now.”

I felt him climb over me, part my buttocks further and place his big, purple, spongy knob at the entrance to my inner sanctum. I begged him not to do this to me. I told him I was not ready. I was truly petrified. His cock was so fat even when only semi-hard.

“Ssh, little one. Daddy’s here for you. Just relax for me now.”

He pressed his cock head against my opening and pushed against it with some force. I froze. I was so afraid and so excited. It couldn’t fit.

He drew back a little and then pressed against my opening again, more firmly this time.

It hurt me. I told him so.

“It hurts, Freddie, it hurts.”

Gripping my hips firmly, Freddie pulled me to him as his fat knob made a third attempt to breach me. For some reason I pushed back against this intruder at exactly that very instant and his lovely purple crown entered my boy pussy. I cried out in pain as Freddie gasped loudly.

“It’s in. It’s inside you. My cock is inside you,” he cried out triumphantly. “Oh, fuck me, you are so tight!”

Ignoring my cries of pain, he gave a forceful, upward thrust and just like that, his entire cock was in my bum. He had penetrated me. I was in shock. I did not want this pain but Freddie held me tightly in his arms. I was going nowhere.

“Just relax. That’s my little girly. The pain will ease and you will accommodate me. This is your place. You are mine now, all mine. I own your girly ass and I am going to breed you. I am your master.”

Time seemed to stand still, but as the seconds ticked by the pain eased off and I felt the need to pee. I also felt so full. Then, of their own accord, almost like a reflex action, my bum muscles started to spasm around Freddie’s fat cock, slightly so at first and then with regular pulses. My God it was almost as if my ass was pulling him deeper in to me. I became conscious of his pubic hair tickling my smooth bottom. He held me so tightly.

“That’s my boy,” said Freddie who began to withdraw his rock hard cock from my bum, only to push it back in all the way again. He repeated this action, slowly at first and so began a gentle rhythm. New sensations began to take over. The pain was now just a dull ache, a discomfiture. There was a slopping sound being made as his cock went in and out of my boy pussy. I was beginning to like the sensation of being taken.

He reached his hand around me to wank my cock and started to laugh. He stopped fucking me to tell me that my cock was so shrunken it had practically disappeared. Freddie was fucking my manhood out of me and told me that this was yet more proof that I was his little girl now. I felt so humiliated but I didn’t care as I was picturing his fat cock so hard inside me, leaking precum.

“Tell daddy what you are, bitch,” he demanded of me.

“I am daddy’s little girl,” I whispered. “Daddy’s bitch”

My whispers seemed to urge him on and he started to vigorously pound his fat cock in to me. I tried to push back to keep up with him but his piston like action was too much for me. His breathing became labored and he was grunting with pleasure. Something went off in side me and I yelped as my seed gushed out from my soft little cock. He had fucked the cum out of me. I just gave myself over to his pleasure.

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When I was eight, my father was killed in an industrial accident. My mother grieved for him for a very long time, and I too missed my dad coming in from work and picking me up in his arms.

For the next ten years, it was just me and Mom. She went back to finish her college degree with the life insurance money Dad left her and eventually landed a great job that got us out of the city’s blue collar section where we’d lived for many years.

One day, Mom had come home announcing she had a new boyfriend.

At first, I was happy for her again; I figured that now at the age of 46 (but she looks about a decade younger), she met a nice older man at her job.

But that wasn’t the case; Mom had met him at a club when she went out with her friends from work one Friday night for a few drinks.

When she did finally did bring Brian home several weeks later, I nearly fell over dead. The guy had to be at least twenty years younger than she was.

My God, I thought, Mom’s going through a mid-life crisis!

He was dark, maybe with some Spanish or Indian in him, attractive with a great body and a promising bulge in his pants.

Brian wasn’t exceptionally tall, but at 5’10, he was taller than Mom, with black hair and green eyes.

He also had a landscaping business, which meant he was off during the winter months.

Brian had initially struck me as a total asshole that acted like he was king of the house once Mom moved him in two weeks later, and the attitude stuck after they got married three months later.

The winter when I turned eighteen, Mom had been away on a business trip.

Used to being in the house alone when she was gone, I would bring guys home for a study partner and yes, sex.

I wasn’t allowed to bring them home when she was there, so when she was gone, I would become a total slut, fucking and sucking any hot and willing stud I brought home, even getting into a threesome with two guys at one point.

On this particular day, though, I thought Brian had also been away.

I always loved fucking on Mom’s huge king sized bed in contrast to my own double bed, so that is where I had led Randy when we’d come home from the library.

Within minutes, he and I had gotten naked and my mouth quickly engulfed as much of Randy’s big hard cock as I could.

He’d gotten so excited from me sucking him so well and deep, a large load of his cum flooded my mouth as he grinned down approvingly while I swallowed every drop.

Randy then pulled me onto the bed, where he wordlessly dove his head between my legs, both finger fucking me and working my clit with his tongue, sucking and licking my horny pussy until I came right into his mouth.

By now, he was hard again; I pushed him onto his back and climbed on his stiff pole and began bucking wildly up and down, my legs clutching his hips as I gave him the fuck of his life.

After fucking him hard and riding high for over twenty minutes, Randy shot off his second load of cum, this time into my pussy, his loud growls in time with my own orgasmic cries.

We rested for a few moments before he had to leave, then we got up to dress before heading downstairs and I walked him to his car as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Ankara escort

He’d only wanted to study and to fuck. Besides, he had to leave anyway; Mom was due home that evening from her trip and the last thing I needed was to be busted with a guy in the house.

I then went back into the house to take a shower, washing myself well until no traces of Randy’s cum was left, then put on fresh clothes.

I made my way back downstairs to get a drink from the kitchen and made sure everything was in order. When I came out to the living room, there sat Brian on the couch.

“Have a good time with your boyfriend?” he asked slyly.

“When did you get in?” I asked, shocked to see him there.

“I’ve been home for over three hours. I was working down in the basement when I heard something up here, then noise upstairs. Lo and behold if I didn’t find little Autumn in Mom’s and my bedroom with a guy.”

He then pulled out his cell phone, showing me a video on it of me bouncing on Randy’s stiff pole.

“You fucking pervert!” I yelled.

“Didn’t know you had your own sex video, did you? I’m sure Mom’s not going to be happy to see this. I always figured you were a slut that opened her legs for anything with a dick when Mom wasn’t around, but now I have proof.”

“Brian, don’t do this,” I begged.

“Why not? You never liked me, and frankly, I think you’re a spoiled little blond bitch that thinks she can get by because she’s a hot chick with big tits. Got news for you, baby; it’s not going to be that easy of a ride anymore.”

“Please, Brian,” I begged again. “Can we just forget it? I won’t bring anyone else home, I promise. I’ll do anything.”

He then quirked an eyebrow. “Did you just say ‘anything?’ “

I nodded, desperate for him not to show that damn phone video to Mom when she came home. She would kill me for sure, either that or ground me for eternity.

“Yes,” I finally choked out.

“Just what I wanted to hear,” Brian said with an evil smile. “Because there is one thing you can do.”

I hated to ask, having a feeling that I knew what was coming, but I asked anyway. “What?”

“Suck me off. You know you’ve wanted to do me anyway.”

“Oh my God, you sick freak!”

“Your choice, bitch. Either get me off or I show this to Mom.”

Brian then pulled down his sweat pants, revealing nothing but a well-endowed erection.

“I always thought you were hot even if you are a bitch,” he said, beginning to stroke himself. “Watching you fuck that guy earlier really turned me on. Mom’s been gone almost a week and I’m horny as hell.”

I stood there without a word, wondering how I was going to give my own stepfather a blow job without being totally repulsed, even if he was sexy.

Had he not been Mom’s husband and a total jerk, I would have had no trouble going down on him.

But now I had no choice; suck Brian off or be in deep shit with Mom.

I got up the nerve, heading over to the couch about to get into position when he stopped me.

“Not yet,” he said. “Take off your clothes. I like my women naked when they suck my dick.”

Oh God, this is going to be worse than I thought as I undressed, feeling creeped out that his eyes were wandering Ankara escort bayan over my own body.

“You have some great tits there. Just like Mom’s, only a little firmer. Now let’s hope you have a good mouth too.”

Grimacing, I then kneeled between his legs, hoping this would be over soon.

“That’s my girl,” he said. “Suck me like a good little slut.”

Thinking about how I had sucked other guys, I closed my eyes and took Brian into my mouth, sucking his dick from tip to base, back and forth, swirling my tongue around the head.

“Fucking Christ!” he blurted out, then trailed off. “You DO suck cock as good as your mother….maybe better…oh God, baby, suck it..suck it…”

I continued licking and sucking before I let Brian’s tool pop out of my mouth to dip down and lick his balls.

“Oh shit, don’t stop now,” Brian moaned. “Suck that dick like the slut you are. Make me cum.”

I looked up at him for a moment before I put my lips over the tip and suctioned his prick back into my mouth in one gulp.

As I worked on Brian’s cock, I found myself strangely enjoying the sensation of having him in my mouth.

I upped my suctioning, taking his entire shaft down to his balls, bobbing my head up and down even faster, sucking my stepfather’s cock for nearly ten minutes before I felt him swell in my mouth.

He put his hands on both sides of my head, bucking his hips and fucking my face, before letting out a loud groan as he shot off into my mouth.

“Swallow it, slut,” he panted, still gripping my head. “Take all that cum down. Your mother won’t do it….I want to watch you swallow.”

He didn’t have to convince me; the taste of his sperm was turning me on and I swallowed every drop, watching the look of pure pleasure on his face as I did so, then licked him clean.

When I finished, I sat back on my heels. “What did you think?”

“You are one hot cock slut, that’s what I think. And you should get a little something in return.”

“You’ll erase that sex video of me?”

“Mmmmm…” he said, pulling me up. “Let’s try something else first.”

Brian then lay me back on the couch and opened my legs, hungrily eyeing my bald pussy.

“Hmmm,” he approved, running his hand over it. “Maybe I should tell Mom to shave her landing strip. Nothing is as hot as a naked cunt.”

The next thing I knew, I felt his tongue on my pussy, licking my slit up and down toward my ass while sliding two fingers into my now-saturated box, licking my clit, and totally eating me out, going down further at one point to lick my ass.

Rimming my asshole, he continued to finger fuck me then before licking his way back up to my pussy, sliding his fingers out of my cunt and one into my asshole, pumping it in and out while he licked my pussy round and round.

I didn’t want to, but I felt myself ready to cum. I began to shudder and exploded in the most intense orgasm I had ever known; I had never experienced such a hard cum with any guy before Brian had gone down on me.

By now, I was so horny I couldn’t take it anymore. My early repulsion of Brian now gone, I found myself needing his cock in me. I had to fuck him.

He had picked up on this, and hard once more, he positioned Escort Ankara himself between my legs.

Without any hesitation, I felt the head of his cock along my wet slit before he plunged his entire shaft inside me.

I gasped at how good it felt to have Brian’s cock fill my pussy. It had struck me that I was fucking a man that was my stepfather, but it was a real man I was having sex with, not some guy from school.

“You’ve always wanted this, didn’t you? You want to be my little fuck slut, don’t you? Oh God, Autumn, I’ve always wanted your hot cunt!”

He quickened his pace as he pounded my hungry box. The muscles in my pussy clenched hard around his dick while I cried out in pure pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” he said. “Cum for me. I want to have my fuck slut cum for me.”

“Oh yeah…make me cum again,” I said looking his deep in his eyes.

He must have enjoyed that scene as he pounded my cunt harder and faster.

“Dirty little Autumn. You’re a dirty cock-hungry slut, a bigger slut than Mom.”

I went into another mind blowing orgasm; I just couldn’t get enough of Brian’s pole slamming in and out of me.

“Yes,” I panted, grunting at him to give it to me. “I’m your slut. I want all that big dick. Fuck me, Brian. Fuck me like the dirty slut bitch I am!”

His eyes rolled back as he took long deep strokes and fucking me the hardest way he could; I could feel him getting closer to reaching his own climax.

Brian’s hips slammed against me a few more times before he quickly pulled out of my pussy and straddled my body.

“I’m going to cum…I’m going to cum all over you right now!” he growled, jerking his prick hard.

Long ropes of hot semen shot out, landing on my face, my tits, my stomach, and other parts of my body before he got up and rubbed his cock around my face as the last few drops of cum drained from it.

“Damn, you are one good little cum slut,” Brian said, out of breath as he collapsed on his knees and stared at my semen-drenched body.

“Did you like that, baby? Your mom won’t let me cum anywhere except in her pussy. I need a little variety now and then.”

I couldn’t respond; I just lay there smiling at him, reveling from the fantastic sex I just had. He had also been the first guy to cum all over me, and I loved it.

He grinned again. “Just one more thing to do.”

Oh no, I thought. I was totally exhausted now from the sex we’d just had; what else could he want?

Brian then pulled out his phone. “A man has to keep his promise, doesn’t he?” he asked as he erased the video he’d made earlier of me and Randy.

Shortly after, we heard Mom’s car pull into the driveway; both of us hurriedly gathered up our clothes, running upstairs.

Brian had dressed quickly in the bedroom as I jumped into the shower to wash his cum off my body just as Mom came into the door.

Whew! Talk about a close call….

Since that day, I no longer brought guys home for sex…or anything else.

Nowadays when Mom goes out of town or even nights while she’s asleep, Brian and I are doing all the wild, slutty things we both only fantasized about previously.

Unlike the other guys I slept with before, he always satisfies me, making me have no less than three orgasms each time we fuck.

And to think I always thought he was such an asshole. Was I wrong or what?

Who knew such a great fuck existed under my own roof and I would enjoy being his own slut so much?

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The Storm:

The thunder and lightning stopped as quick as it started. It was a quick storm, but a violent one. Not sure of the town’s damage as all electricity cut out a little while ago. I was home alone as my husband was out of town for a few days, but was glad the majority of the storm was over, just a little light rain continuing.

We lived out in the country a little, so when darkness set in and there was no electricity, it was extremely dark.

I called my husband just to let him know I was OK and asked him a few questions about our electricity, what to unplug, what to do with computers, etc, etc. It was calming to hear his voice as I was a little upset from the storm, but all got better after a few glasses of wine I retrieved from a half open bottle of wine I found in the fridge.

I was able to get some minimal light from an old flashlight I found in the kitchen junk drawer. It was faint and I knew it wouldn’t last too long, but it was enough to get me around the kitchen and illuminate what I needed. I looked out the windows and saw leaves and tree limbs all over the yard. Off in the distance I noticed a faint flicker in the darkness at the house next door and finally figured out it had to be a candle with the flickering light going back and forth.

We had meet our neighbors a couple times just briefly, but since we were relatively new in town, we really hadn’t had the chance to know them well. From what we did know, they certainly seemed like nice people. They were older then Mark and I, but most neighbors were as we were the newlyweds of the block. I thought about the pending night, Mark out of town and the batteries dying in the only flashlight I could find, so I got up the courage to venture off to the neighbors to see if they had some extra batteries I could borrow for my flashlight.

I knocked on the door and John answered and invited me in. We talked about the quick storm Ankara escort that blew in and I let him know of my dilemma with no fresh batteries for my flashlight.

He chuckled and said, “No problem, come on in”.

We walked into the kitchen where his wife, Trisha was sitting. She greeted me very nicely and invited me to sit down at the kitchen table while John went to look for batteries for me. The room was not well lite, as it was only the flicker of the candle that illuminated the room, but Trisha looked more stunning then I even remembered. She had long auburn hair, was tall, and had a tight firm body and a pretty smile to boot. John was a lucky man and I think he knew it. Don’t get me wrong, John had a nice athletic physique but you could tell that middle age was catching up to him. I mentioned to Trisha that I at least had a bottle of wine in the fridge at home and she said that’s a great idea to pass the time and got glasses for us and poured us some more that they also had in the fridge.

John was gone for several minutes and finally returned to the kitchen and admitted he could not find the C size batteries that my flashlight needed.

“No problem”, I stated, “it was just a chance”.

John went off to look some more, and Trisha leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry, I have lots of C size batteries, my Rabbit vibrator used C size batteries and I have a hidden stash for my use”.

I was shocked she was so open with me and she joked that obviously John was not aware of her hidden stash.

“Obviously, your friend doesn’t use C size”, she chuckled.

I reluctantly admitted to her that I didn’t have a friend like that.

She just laughed and said “You will soon!”.

Trisha went on to say, “I realize you and Mark are newlyweds, but when he’s out of town like he is now, don’t you need some company, if you know what I mean?”.

I just blushed.

Trisha Ankara escort bayan asked John to run to the store and buy some batteries for me, some ice and another bottle of wine. She just did this to get John out of the house. After he departed, she returned to the kitchen with a brand new packaged bright pink vibrator and a couple of packs of batteries.

“I just happen to have this one I have yet to open, please take it as my little gift to you” and she winked.

I looked at her and knew I was blushing bright red, but the thoughts overwhelmed me and I just muttered “Thank you”.

“There’s only one catch” Trisha exclaimed.

“What’s that.” I said.

“You need to to show me that you know how to use it”.

I didn’t know what to say, here was this sexy older lady telling me that she wanted to see me pleasure myself with my new vibrator I had just gotten from her. I was very reluctant and almost said No, but the excitement came the better of me, and I noded in agreement.

“Good, the store I sent John to is pretty far away, but we better get started before he gets home.”

We moved over to the living room couch and she was putting the new batteries in the Rabbit while I just watched.

“Well you better get undressed if you’re going to prove to me you know how to use this”.

I slowly removed my top and was standing there in my little bra right in front of her. I was blushing, but the erect nipples gave away my excitement. I unsnapped the bra and let it slip to the floor, my small but firm tits were now on full display for her to see.

“Continue”, she said.

I unzipped my jeans and stepped out of them as I heard a slight hum in the room, it was obvious she got the batteries in and the Rabbit was ready to jump into action. My light blue boy short panties were the only thing I had left on, and I knew they were next.

I gathered up the courage Escort Ankara and asked, “Are you going to join me?”.

“No this is all about you”, she exclaimed and I slipped off the panties and tossed them on the pile of clothes on the floor.

She handed me the Rabbit as I sat on the edge of the couch. I really didn’t need any warm up as the excitement of stripping naked right in front of her already had my juices flowing. I flicked on the Rabbit and felt the excitement in my hands. It was a whole new experience for me.

Don’t get me wrong, I have masturbated before and even used a dildo, but never had a vibrating one anything like this Rabbit. I slowly moved it down to the little tuft of hair I had just above my now wet glistening slit. The sensation was very erotic and pleasing. I rubbed the vibrating tip over my lips and knew immediately, I was going to love this. Trisha sat back and admired my actions and my body

She told me, “I always wondered what I looked like naked.”

I slowly pushed the Rabbit deeper and deeper into my now soaked pussy and my body was moving in rhythm to the vibrations. This Rabbit had an upper extrusion that was for direct stimulation to the clit. Once the Rabbit was deep enough inside my tight pussy, my clit was touched by this extrusion and it wasn;t more then a few minutes that I shuddered into a very intense orgasm.

I just layed there for a minute and realized I had not only one new friend, but two, the Rabbit and Trisha.

She just smiled and said “John is going to be home soon, you better get dressed”.

Wasn’t more then a few minutes later, John came walking in with a few batteries, some ice and other item’s, and he handed the batteries to me and Trisha walked me to the door with the new friend of mine tucked neatly inside a grocery bag she gave me.

She whispered, “John is out of town next week and it will be my turn to put on a show for you.”

I blushed, smiled and rushed home to continue my investigation of my new found friend.

It was a long night, a few more glasses of wine, several more “O’s” and not much sleep. I had a new found love in my life!!

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“Forgive me father for I have sinned. It has been one month since my last confession.”

Father Mulroney recognised Tommy Reynolds’ voice clearly and smiled to himself with the expectant sweetness of this innocent boys’ latest confession. Would it be looking at a girl across the quad again? Perhaps he felt guilty for eating too many sweets before bedtime. The Father chuckled lightly and waited for the naïve eighteen year old to speak.

“F… Father?” Tommy said slowly. “I’m in desperate need of confession Father?”

“You sound troubled my son, would you prefer to speak in the rectory?” Father Mulroney said.

“I feel better saying it here, if that’s ok.”

“Very well, take your time and ask away.” The Father settled in; he had a feeling this was going to be good.

“It all happened on Friday evening, after school. I’d stayed late after class to clean up the equipment room so by the time I got into the locker room everyone had already left.

“Like normal I stripped down and went to shower. Nothing out of the ordinary, I just did what I’d done all year. That hot water felt good on my body I can tell you that Father.”

The priest coughed silently as he tried not to picture the petite young lad who, he himself had christened, under a torrent of water in the locker room showers.

“But then Father, just as I was soaping my hair, I realised I wasn’t alone. I couldn’t quite make out who was there with me. I must admit I was scared for a moment until he spoke; it was Coach Masters.”

“‘You’re in late’ he said ‘Get the equipment room all sorted?’

“‘Yes’ I said as the soap began to cover my eyes. ‘You scared me Sir.’

“‘Oh I didn’t mean to scare you boy, just getting in a little last minute training before my big race this weekend’ he said

“‘What race is that Sir?’

“‘The annual Peninsula Marathon, tomorrow morning. I’ve been training for it for the past six months.’ He said gargling water.”

“At this point Father I didn’t know what to say, you see I’ve never been very sporty and talking to someone like Coach was tough. So I kept quiet and let him continue.”

“‘In fact now I’ve got you here Tommy, you could help me with my last minute training.

“‘Oh really?’ I said, in truth I was just excited to help. ‘What do you need me to do?’

“‘Well Tommy, my body is so highly tuned right now.’

“‘For your big race?’

“‘Yes exactly, for my big race. Well, even the slightest awkward stretch could cause me to suffer a muscle pull, which could end my race before it starts.’

“‘Oh no, that would be terrible. Just think about all those months of wasted work if that happened.’ I said seeing his difficulty very clearly. ‘Well you know best, just tell me what to do.’

“‘Are you sure Tommy? I don’t want to be a pain’ he said”

“I think Coach was feeling a little embarrassed about asking, so I made absolutely sure that he felt more comfortable. ‘Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it Sir.'” I said

“‘In that case, would you mind washing my back for me? I’m worried that the twisting might jar something loose in a shoulder or something, it’s very easy to do when you’re an athlete like me.'”

“He was right Father. I had never seen him without clothes before but when I stepped into his cubicle, I could see all the muscles in his back rippling as the water rolled down over each contour. I could see how easy he might pull a muscle if I’d not been there to help.”

“Is that what you came here for today my son?” the priest said.

“Oh no Father, there’s lots to tell you about.” Tommy said.

“‘Just take the soap and rub it in circles on my back. Make sure you cover every inch mind you.'”

“I took the soap from the tray and began to lather up his shoulders. I must have been doing it right because Coach began to sigh quite loudly. It must have been a relief to find someone who could help him with this awkward task.”

“I bet it was” Father Mulroney said, if he had said that to anyone else the smile on his lips would have given Ankara escort him away, but Tommy plodded on with his story oblivious to the priest’s sarcasm.

“I was determined to do a good job. As I said before I’m not too sporty, so I thought this might be a good way to get a good grade in Coach’s class. I soaped up every inch of his back Father. I made sure my fingers covered every taut muscle and I even slipped under his arms. He was like a piece of stone, a shiny, polished piece of marble as I kept rubbing my hands over his back.”

“‘That feels great Tommy, thank you, no need to go any further’ Coach said as I reached the base of his spine.”

“Now Father I’ve always tried to be proactive and go that extra mile to help, as you know from your church fete each year, so without Coach asking I dropped to my knees and began to soap up his legs.”

“‘It’s fine Coach’ I said, ‘We can’t run the risk of you pulling something before the race.’

“‘You’re quite right boy, you do what you feel is necessary.”

“I ran my hands up and down his thick calves, one at a time, covering every inch. Even rubbing the front, reaching around to make sure I washed him thoroughly. Coach must have been ticklish because he began to fidget and moan loudly. So I made sure to go slower as not to agitate him too much.

“After about five minutes of rubbing, I reached the top of his muscular thighs, but I did not stop. My hands continued on their way, nudging the seat of his butt and up over the large round orbs of his behind. The Coach moaned very loudly when I did that. I think he might have actually pulled a muscle that he hadn’t noticed. So I thought I should make a point to rub his butt extra hard to try and work the kink out of his muscle.

“Satisfied that my job was done, I sat back on my heels and watched as the water gently rolled the soap suds into big balls and led them snaking down his hairy legs, and finally down the drain.”

“‘All done Sir.’ I said holding the soap up in the air to hand it back to him.

“‘And didn’t you do a good job Tommy.’ Coach straightened from his position of leaning against the wall and began to turn.”

“What I saw next surprised me if I was to be honest Father. I’d never seen one before, not that close, and certainly not that hard. Come to think about it, I’d never imagined they could be that big either.”

“Please continue.” The Father’s voice had turned somewhat husky as he tried to speak with an ever increasingly dry mouth.

“‘Oh my Sir.’ Was all I could say, I think I actually put my hand over my mouth at the same time. He didn’t say anything at first, he just stood there with his hands on his hips in front of me.

“‘An unfortunate side effect of training is increased libido, I’m sorry Tommy.’ Coach said.”

“I did try to look passed it, I swear I did, but it was so big that I couldn’t focus.”

“What was it Tommy? Tell me. Describe it for me.” Father Mulroney said leaning his head back against the confessional wall and taking a deep breath. With the faint sound of vestment buttons, being softly tugged free in the background.

“Oh yes I’m sorry. It was his penis Father. It was hard and sticking out from his body. It was big, very big it almost hit me in the face. As thick as my wrist, no, even thicker. It had three veins spiralling around the length of it. They even throbbed while I looked at it. It was red. Very angry looking, but the tip was purple, very deep purple. I didn’t see any foreskin though. Maybe that was because he was hard? I don’t know.”

The priest in the next booth cleared his throat quietly and said, “He was circumcised Tommy. His cock was circumcised.”

Tommy wasn’t sure what that meant so he paused for a moment before nodding an acknowledgment to the grating and continued with his tale.

“I tried my best to act normal, just like any other jock in the shower would do. That is how they act isn’t it? I don’t know. ‘It looks painful Sir.’ I said.

“‘Not in the least, the only pain is my wife taking a fortnight Ankara escort bayan to visit her mother and not being here to take care of things like this.’ Coach said with a swing of his hips which again almost hit me in the face.

“‘W… Why Sir, what does she do?’ I said.

“‘Well you see Tommy, she’d massage me before the race. She’d take her hands and rub slowly like this.'”

“Coach began to slowly massage his penis with both hands Father, and there was still some poking out. He really was big. Up and down the length, showing me what his wife would normally do for him.”

“Tell me everything. Don’t leave out a single detail.” The Father said, as a slight, rhythmic creaking, and quiet moan, came from the priest’s side of the confessional.

“Well it was clear to me why Coach couldn’t do it himself. The repetitive nature of his movement could easily jar a muscle. Naturally, I felt terrible for him ahead of such an important race. So I did the only decent thing I could, I offered to do it for him.”

“‘Would you really? Tommy, I didn’t like to ask, after you’ve helped me so much already.’

“‘As you’ve told us before Coach, preparation is key. So if I can help you train and prepare then I’ll gladly do what you tell me to.’

“‘Let’s get started then. First take a hold of my cock, um, penis, just like I showed you, and start to stroke, er, massage it like I was.'”

“I reached up and tried to grip his penis Father, but it was really so much thicker than I could hold. But I knew the importance of it so I quickly grabbed it with my other hand and began to massage it up and down, slowly, just as Coach had taught me.”

“‘That’s a good boy. Just like that. Stroke Daddy’s big dick.’ Coach said

“‘Sorry Coach?’

“‘Oh, that’s something else my wife would do. It’s positive reinforcement. Calling me Daddy makes me feel strong and dominant. It all helps my mental outlook before the race. Don’t worry I wouldn’t ask you to do such a thing.’ Coach said.

“‘Oh I understand. It makes sense.’ I said, ‘After all, Daddy’s such a big strong man.’

“‘That’s a good boy, keep stroking Daddy’s big cock baby.'”

“I have to admit that I did feel a little uncomfortable, but Coach knew best, didn’t he Father?”

“‘Yes, I will keep stroking Daddy. I will keep stroking until you tell me to stop.'”

“My hands soon became a blur as my pace increased. Looking back now, I know that I was doing it too fast, but at the time Coach didn’t stop me so it must have been good enough. I just figured when he put his hand on the back of my head for balance, that he was in quite a bit of discomfort, so I better hurry.”

“‘Is there anything else Daddy needs?’ I said as I once again squeezed his fat tip between my fingers.

“‘Oh if only we had some… on second thoughts never mind…’

“‘Had some what Co… er Daddy, had some what?’

“‘My wife has special lubricant that she uses, sort of like a massage oil that she can use to really help with release of tension, but I don’t have any with me. I guess we could… No that’s too much.’

“‘Daddy, it’s ok, you can tell me, if it will help you prepare for the race then it’s important.’ I said, as the beginnings of tiredness crept into my arms.

“‘Well when she runs out of lubricant she often uses saliva as a good alternative, but the best way to apply it is a little personal.’

“‘Umm ok, well tell you what Co… Daddy, there’s no need for you to get embarrassed, whatever it is I can do it, just like your wife does. There’s no one else here so no one will ever find out that you needed this help.’

“‘Oh thank you, that’s very good of you, well let’s start off slow, first stick your tongue out for me.’

“‘Li dis?’ I said trying not to bite my tongue.

“‘Perfect, now let me just move you into position. Ahhhh yes, that’s it, lube up Daddy’s big cock.'”

“I couldn’t believe the heat of his penis Father, it was so hot, but straight away I understood why he needed the lubricant, it was to stop him from overheating. Escort Ankara It was so obvious, so I kept licking as he told me to.”

“‘There’s a good little boy, suck Daddy’s hard cock.’ Coach said, ‘open wide for me now boy, Daddy needs more lubrication.'”

“I did open wide, I didn’t want Coach to start getting embarrassed again so I just did as he told me. Besides, even I could tell the best way to get the lubrication on to his penis was with my mouth. So I opened as wide as I could and waited for him to slide his penis in.”

“‘Oooooh, nothing beats a nice tight teen mouth. You’re doing well boy. Your Daddy’s proud of you.’ Coach said as he pushed gently on my head once again.

“Almost immediately I felt my mouth watering like a faucet and I looked on with pride as tiny rivers of saliva began dribbling down his penis to his testicles making my hands slick with every passing massaging stroke.

“I had to fling my arms around his thighs and actually grabbed hold of his muscular butt because he started to bounce my head up and down on his penis very quickly Father. My throat began to convulse but I didn’t complain because it was clear he was in a great deal of discomfort. I remember thinking at the time that Coach was trying to choke me with his penis, hehe, but that’s just silly isn’t it Father? He was just eager to get it over with would be my bet.

“Again and again he grunted and moaned with his penis several inches inside my mouth. He must have been in so much pain. I really felt sorry for him. So I returned to massaging his penis while my mouth kept him lubricated. He even told me to massage his testicles too, just to ‘help him train’.

“Then all of a sudden he let out this deep, guttural roar, and held my head still with his penis touching the back of my throat. I was just about to cough when I felt something warm and creamy hit my tongue. Then there was another and a third. I tried to look up to ask what was happening when I began to cough, but instead I swallowed and whatever it was that had coated my tongue was gone. As I knelt there wondering what this strange sensation was, more hit my throat and tongue, and I must admit I liked it, it was like a salty syrup or cream. The more I swallowed the more Coach roared and I could just about see he was smiling, so I just kept swallowing.

“It carried on like that for a few minutes until he finally let go of my head. He began to pull his penis from my mouth and I let it out with a pop. I looked down at the strings of saliva hanging from my lips connected to his penis and thought what a frightful mess I’d made.

“‘I’m sure glad we’re in the showers Daddy, I bet your wife doesn’t make such a mess, hehe’ I said feeling rather embarrassed that I was so bad at doing it.”

“Coach said nothing but patted my head and smiled as he sighed deeply. He leant forward and pressed his penis to my lips. I opened up once more and let him slip inside one last time until he pulled back and let his soft penis fall free again. Naturally, I did what I understood he wanted, and began to rub and lick his penis clean, letting the shower water wash my saliva off his penis. He smiled at me once again gave his penis one last small massage, picked up his towel and left.

“I must admit that I was happy with the work I’d done to help him finish his training. I do hope he wins now.”

“So is that what you wanted to confide in me? That you did that with a grown man?” The Father said after a lengthy pause.

“Oh no Father, I was worried that doing it had made me erect. I mean I was helping Coach with a serious sporting situation and I took pleasure from it. I feel terrible. What should I do? What if he asks me to help him again?”

Father Mulroney composed himself and tried not to laugh, “My son, it was probably a reaction from the warm water, no need to worry. As for any future ‘help’ he needs, I think you should do what he asks. But please, promise me, to come straight here and tell me all about it…”

“Yes Father, definitely Father. I will remember. I promise.”

Tommy pushed open the confessional door and danced down the church steps relieved that he hadn’t done anything wrong, and secretly wished for the next time he could come and tell the Priest what a good boy he’d been.

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Slave. . . That is what some might call us at first glance, but what they don’t realize is why we are here like this in the first place. If they understood that than they might have an idea as to why we let Kristie treat us like this. Like the sex starved lesbian slaves that we all so desperately want to be.

I remember how it all started for myself, I was a college student getting ready to graduate from university. I had promise, I had hope and I gave it all up for this. . . A butt plug shoved deep inside me and no clothing. Perhaps I am just a slut that deserves to live in this house pleasing and being pleased by other women. Praying for the chance to have a taste of Kristie’s ass once again. Anyways, I had been in the last few months of university and as all people do I got bored and decided to look at a few porno’s on the computer.

This wasn’t out of the ordinary, I had figured every girl my age masturbated, but I always had a thought in the back of my head that I was different. Maybe it’s because I masturbated too much or because I would get turned on by things that most people wouldn’t view as a turn on. My favorite thing to watch though was anal sex. I had never personally tried it before, but I had found the courage to buy a toy once. Truth be told when I got it I was too ashamed and nervous to use it so I hid it in an old shoe in my closet at home. That was until I went to university, I knew my parents would do something with my room and I couldn’t take the chance of them finding it.

It was at university that I first used it and I guess had my first anal experience, even if it was just with a toy I bought, I will never forget the first time it penetrated me. It sent shivers up my spine, that was until the pain caught up with me. The pain I felt back then from having something shoved into my butt, it still makes me wonder why I ever continued.

That first time was the start of an addiction. . . An addiction that has changed my life forever, whether I am happy about that or not is still unclear to me. I do feel excited being here though referred to as an anal loving lesbian bitch. It’s a sensation all it’s own to hear these words directed towards me, I guess that does make me somewhat of a bitch. . . It’s all because of that dildo and my obsession with having it in my ass.

I remember how much I used that after my first time, it quickly became daily, sometimes even twice a day. I remember doing it a few times during the middle of the night while my roommate was asleep in her bed. It was a dangerous addiction that only seemed to be getting worse and changing me.

Soon I found that certain types of porn’s weren’t really turning me on anymore, where as others that I had masturbated to now flipped my switch instantly. I loved anal sex and just even thinking of the word anal would get me wet sometimes during class. I would have to run back to my room and relieve this built of pressure, it’s like I couldn’t go on until I had stuffed my ass again. It always felt great and gave me a rush like nothing else when that dildo would slide deep into my ass.

It was around this time that I had started realizing something else though that should have been apparent earlier on. It was the fact that all this masturbation and porn watching had all been to girls. I think it was around this time that I realized I was actually a lesbian. I mean my favorite thing to watch was girls licking each others butts or butt fucking themselves silly with whatever they could find. I just find the thought of big hairy sweaty men disgusting. The silky smooth skin of a woman with the figure of a goddess is what gets me wet.

I even found myself fantasizing about my room mate using my dildo on me. This turned me on faster than anything else did and it also started a new habit. I couldn’t help myself from digging through her panties while she was gone, I just couldn’t get enough of it. I would end up masturbating while smothering my face into her usually dirty panties, I just loved it. That was until she caught me however with a dildo in my butt and her panties in my mouth. It was a few days before thanksgiving and she had left to go home for the week, at least I thought. It turned out she was leaving the next day and I had now found myself stunned and frozen completely nude on her bed doing such an act.

To my surprise she wasn’t mad, instead she just grinned and locked the door behind her before taking slow steps towards me. I was so afraid and embarrassed that I didn’t even really realize at the time what was going on. I couldn’t tell if she was going to hurt me or what would happen, I just couldn’t think at this time.

I remember well what happened next though. . .

“I knew you were an anal loving whore. . . You think you have been keeping it a secret but I know that you have stuck that thing deep into your ass while I was sleeping. After all it’s hard to sleep when my anal loving room mate is moaning from having her ass full. . . You Ankara bayan escort know there are plenty of guys that would love to help you fill your ass. Or is it possible that you don’t want a guy in your ass? Yes, in fact now that I think about it you always fuck this dildo like those sluts you watch on the computer, hard and in the ass.”

I was too stunned to even say anything, she had known all of my secrets, down to the fact that I even got off from watching other women shove things in their asses. She had figured me out well and told me that if I didn’t want anyone to know about my secret that I would have to do something for her. This something turned into sticking my tongue as far up her butt hole as I could, it was my first time with another girl. Just the sight of her beautiful asshole made me tremble, I couldn’t help but finger my own ass while licking hers.

From there on I served as her stress reliever, which I think she thought I hated at first. Little did she know at the time that all I could think about was the next time I would be able to tongue fuck her butt again. I loved everything about doing this to her and it only made my sexual cravings worse. Soon I found myself uncaring if she was in the room, I would have that dildo in my butt almost constantly when we were alone. She even took control of it now and again which had me moaning like crazy.

This went on for most of the year, me being a personal servant to my room mates butt hole. I barley ever touched her pussy, though one time she did have me lick it clean after she masturbated. I didn’t mind though because after that she demanded I lick her ass again. I did happily, but all that would come to an end as the year came to a close and we got ready to graduate.

At least that is what I thought at the time, but now I find myself tongue deep in another girls ass and a butt plug in my own. It was a daily routine that could occur up to five times a day depending on the other girls.

I wasn’t the only one in this house nude and living about like a slave to sex. No there were eleven other women excluding Kristie. All of them had similar stories to mine, but none of them were as into anal as I was. Some enjoyed eating pussy, some enjoyed fisting, and two of them enjoyed water sports. Those two seemed to take a liking to me, because if I was willing to tongue fuck their butt holes than surely I wouldn’t mind being pissed on. I mean it makes sense, I guess. . . Either way I got used to this and eventually I found enjoyment from this. I was just a bitch in heat that loved to get pissed on by the other girls. It was a very big turn on when I started thinking of it that way.

How I got to that point though was actually through my room mate I was talking about. Towards the end of the year she had asked me if I wanted to lick her one last time before getting ready for our exams which would take most of our time. Of course, I didn’t even hesitate and within the next five minutes I was yet again feeling her tight asshole wrap around the tip of my tongue. It probably looked like I was french kissing her butt hole honestly.

Regardless it was the best licking I’ve ever given her and as a reward for doing so well she gave me something to think about. Then again she knew I was enjoying it at this point and probably would have told me regardless. . . Anyways, she told me that she knew a woman, mid twenties, blonde, slim waist, perfect tits, and an ass to die for. To say the least I was intrigued so I decided to listen. She told me that this woman might be interested in someone like me. I was told that this woman had payed attention to me for quite some time now.

Of course, I was just thinking a girlfriend finally! Little did I know that this girl knew what an anal loving slut I was. I wouldn’t find out about that until I met her in person over at her place. It was about thirty minutes from my campus and I was surprised when I saw the house. It was a pretty modern looking home with two floors, but what surprised me was that this beautiful girl owned it. I decided not to ask how for now and instead just enjoyed getting to know her. She expressed that she was a lesbian also and that she had indeed contacted my room mate to meet me.

I was already hooked after the first day and I didn’t even realize it. This meeting had really been an interview of sorts, she had never planned on dating me. Instead she was getting to know me to see if I was a good fit to live with her. I went back to my campus and when I got their I told my room mate all about her, I was as happy as could be. Especially the next day when I woke up to a text message from her asking if I was busy the following Tuesday.

I knew I had really important exams coming up, but one day wouldn’t hurt anything, so I replied with a simple, “no.” The next few days flew by as I anxiously anticipated my date with Kristie. Even then I still found time to lick my room mates ass. It was exactly cheating because I Escort bayan Ankara wasn’t really in a relationship with Kristie and I didn’t want my secret getting out.

Anyways when Tuesday hit I met her at her house like promised and we went out for our first date. We went out to dinner and a movie. When they were done though we still wanted to be together so we decided to go back to her place and have a drink or two. . . This is how girls pass the test. We sit on her couch thinking we have just possibly scored a wonderful girlfriend only to be put to sleep for an hour or so. Just enough time to wake up in the basement completely naked surrounded by other naked women and her, who is always still fully clothed.

I remember looking around the room and trying to move which was impossible as my hands and legs had been tied together. To say I was scared was the least of it, but Kristie assured me that everything would be alright. . . What did she say again. . .

“Shh, shh, everything is fine, we aren’t going to hurt you. . . In fact we are going to do quite the opposite. You see I have been talking with your room mate quite a bit, I did have my eyes on you. Just look at this video of you licking her ass in your dorm room. Never even thought the web cam could be running. . . Don’t worry though this video is in only my possession. Think of it as a way for your room mate to repay me.”

“The reason I have brought you here is because I think you will be a good fit. You see I find girls who can’t function right in modern society because they are sluts and give them a home. And you my dear are a very rare find. A lesbian who is really an anal loving whore. . . Now that being said I don’t keep girls here as slaves, it’s quite the opposite. All these girls want to be here because they can be what they truly are here without consequences. . . I am extending you the same offer that these girls have had, so take a good look around. All these girls want nothing more than to fuck your ass and let you eat theirs. . . So the decision is yours, do you want to walk away from this all and carry on with your boring life that quite honestly doesn’t suite you. . . Or do you want to be who you really are…an anal loving lesbian whore. The decision is yours.”

I think that is what she told me before cutting the ropes around my feet and wrists. I remember looking towards the door and looking back at all those girls bent over and ready for me. I wasn’t sure what to do, this whole situation was just so weird.

“Even if you choose to stay for now you can always leave later, but trust me when I say I have the money and videos to ruin your life if you expose us. Our family here doesn’t want to be exposed, these girls live here free of charge and are given regular meals. Think of this more like a shelter for lesbian sluts.”

I could leave whenever I wanted? I remember that playing over and over in my head as I looked around the room seeing all those exposed and horny assholes. I knew from the moment I stopped walking towards the door that I wasn’t going anywhere, I had what I truly wanted most in this room and before I knew it I was taking slow steps back towards the girls. Right when I got into the middle of the room Kristie spoke again.

“That’s right, this is what you want, all these girls butts smothering your face. . . There is a few rules though for a slut like you. The first which goes for all girls here is that you hand over all of your clothing. It will be embarrassing at first but soon being the whore that you are you will find pleasure in it. I will keep your clothes locked up in my room until you decide you want to leave. Second, you will have to wear this at all times. There a bunch of different ones, but I warn you that most of them have been used.”

I remember looking over to what Kristie was holding, it was a butt plug and just thinking of wearing it all times made me a little hot.

“So what do you say? Will you join our family for now and see if you fit in with the rest of your kind or will you leave now never to return?”

I blinked a few times as I looked back towards the door before turning back to the girls, it was at this point that I realized my hands had moved on their own. I was taking off my own clothes one piece at a time until I was completely nude and handing my clothes to Kristie. Once she had all my clothes she told me to bend over and I did nervously. It was only then that I had for the first time had my own asshole licked even though it was just once.

She made me spread my butt cheeks to gain better access to my slutty asshole so she could shove this rather large butt plug into me. My whole body quivered as it slowly entered it’s new home and once it was in I was instructed to stand. It felt weird moving with this thing in me, but it was kind of satisfying at the same time.

“There that is a perfect fit! Now I’m going to take your clothes and put them in my room, if you want to leave ever just Bayan escort Ankara tell me. We will talk about when you can leave to visit your family, we wouldn’t want anyone to think you’ve gone missing. . . For now though, just enjoy what you really want. . . Girls, make sure our new slut gets what she wants. Cover her face with your asses, I will be back in a few hours.”

When Kristie was gone I remember becoming very nervous as all the girls stood and started coming closer to me. I was a little scared but more excited than anything especially when they started playing with my nipples and feeling the rest of my body. One of them knew what I wanted though and started moving the butt plug around causing me to bite my bottom lip. I didn’t want to moan in front of the rest of these girls.

I must have been pretty obvious with my struggle to hold back though because some of the girls giggled a little. They were reassuring though that everything would be fine. It was here that I had my first kiss with another woman, I felt her tongue swirl around mine as we exchanged spit. I loved this taste and feeling and soon found myself giving into this kiss. When she finally pulled away I opened my eyes and was pushed down onto my knees before her. I had a shaved pussy inches from my face, I could feel the heat from it and looked up nervously.

She laughed and said “you don’t really want that do you?” I glanced back down to her pussy for a second before watching her turn around and bend over. She asked if this was what I wanted and I just simply nodded as she spread her butt cheeks exposing her tight little butt hole. “Well what are you waiting for?” That is what she asked me after a moment of remaining still.

Those words flipped my switch and without hesitation I licked from the bottom of her pussy to the top of her ass crack taking all of her flavor. It was delicious and before I knew it I was teasing the entrance to her ass hole with my tongue. I was lost as I licked back and forth, her asshole was amazing, I could lick it everyday if given the chance. When I finally pushed my tongue into her butt hole she let out a moan and started saying things to me.

She called me a dirty ass licking bitch and told me that I was only good for cleaning other women’s assholes. She said I was the only bitch in the world who could so easily eat another woman’s asshole. It didn’t stop their either because the more and more I got lost in her butt, the more and more everyone spoke to me.

They instructed me to finger my pussy while I eat out her butt because that was what ass loving sluts like me did. I swear I came faster than I ever had through all of this. It was such a turn on to be treated like this, an ass loving whore who gets off from licking girls butts.

This went on until the girl I was eating was satisfied and turned around to have a taste of her ass on my tongue. It was the first time a girl has sucked on my tongue, especially after being in her ass for so long. Once she was done though I didn’t even get time to think before my head was pulled into another girls ass crack.

The smell was different and the taste was strong, but either way I did what I loved to do. I licked her ass crack clean with my tongue before diving tongue first into her butt hole. I was truly a bitch in heat at this point. The only thing I cared about was having my face smothered with these women’s assholes and that was all they wanted me to do.

This went on for hours being called an anal slut or a butt licking whore along with various other things. I didn’t care though, they could call me whatever they wanted because it was true. At this time I only cared about having my tongue buried in their asses.

By the time Kristie had gotten back I was still busy making out with another girls butt hole. I don’t even know how many times I had licked this one in particular, but I didn’t care it tasted great.

When Kristie instructed the girls to leave I was left on the floor breathing heavy and swaying back and forth slightly. I was fueled by pure ecstasy at this point and wanted more, the only thing I wanted right now was to dig into Kristie’s asshole. She was so beautiful and her ass was perfect, I couldn’t even imagine what it tasted like. She must have known this though because she could only giggle and ask if I wanted a taste.

Without even a hint of hesitation I nodded and crawled on all fours towards her. She smiled and unbuttoned her jeans before bending over and pulling them down just enough to expose her asshole. It was tight, clean, and perfect. I just wanted to have it, I needed it.

“Look at you, you’re such a horny slut right now you’re practically shaking. . . Do you really want to eat my butt hole that bad?”

I could only nod before she went down onto her knees and spread her own butt cheeks. My eyes focused only on the one thing I wanted and when she gave me the go ahead, I dug in. I must have licked her ass crack maybe four or five times slowly before getting to her butt hole. Everything tasted so good, I just couldn’t even imagine living without this. When I stuck my tongue inside of her finally I almost came. I had to have been eating the best asshole on the face of the earth.

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This job was ruining her life.

Or so Annabelle thought as she sat in front of the computer, a pile of paperwork at her left, another of unanswered mail at her right. Because while all her friends were at the beach or by a pool enjoying their summer before going away to college, Annabelle was stuck in a law firm, working nine to five and missing on all the fun. Sure, the money was good and the job wasn’t too bad, but still, she would love to be out there having fun with all the other people her age.

But she wasn’t. And while her best friend paraded in the beach wearing a bikini she had helped her pick, Annabelle herself sat in an air conditioned room wearing a black skirt, a demure white shirt and heels. Upon receiving her uniform and having it fitted, the naughty part of her had toyed with the idea of taking the skirt’s hem up a lot more than the three-inches-above-the-knee the dress code required, or perhaps having a shirt that was more form fitting and flattering that showed off her curves the right way or that she, simply, didn’t have to button up almost to her throat. Even her heels, that at three inches gave her height a good boost, seemed boring to her.

Sighing, Annabelle felt a little rebelliousness blossoming inside her. Oh, to hell with everything! Even with the conditioned air she could feel the heat taking over her body. It was a slow day, and very few clients had showed up so far. Would anyone notice if she undid a couple of buttons of her shirt? Besides, if any client did show up and she welcomed him with a generous glimpse of her cleavage, Annabelle was sure they wouldn’t complain. She hadn’t missed some of the looks they gave her when they stood by her desk, even in what she considered an unflattering uniform.

Annabelle was a healthy young girl and at 18, she lived for those moments when men of all ages turned around to look at her, or when they told her how attractive they thought she was. She loved every minute of it, and whenever the chance was presented to her, she played along, which often led her to end up in a sexy situation with the most varied kind of guys. Sometimes she would end up in a car, riding the young and eager cock of a boy her age, others she would end up in a motel, bent over as the cock of a college guy pounded her hard. And then, some other times, Annabelle spent the night in an apartment, feet high in the air and thighs spread wide as an experienced, older cock plundered her young pussy so thoroughly, she always ended up begging for more. And those were her favorites.

Annabelle shifted in her chair, thinking of the last time she had found herself in such situation, and moaning as the tiny little panties she wore pressed her core in all the right places; she might have a boring uniform, but she’d be damned if she didn’t look as sexy as she pleased under it!

About a week ago, Annabelle had been jogging at the local park, wanting to blow some steam after a particularly long day at the office. After running around the park a couple of times, she was doing some stretching when a guy in his early forties came up to her. They chatted for a while as he asked her what the best paths were for a good jog and basically trying to spend some more time with her, all the while giving her looks that told Annabelle exactly what was in his mind. He was so attractive, Annabelle played along, showing him generous hints of cleavage as she stretched and giving him long glimpses of her ass in those tight shorts of hers whenever she had the chance. The moment he asked her to go for a walk down the paths she had mentioned, Annabelle knew what was going to happen.

And she had been right: the guy wasted no time in useless preliminaries, and as soon as they found a mildly secluded corner, he jumped her with lust in his eyes. As a consequence, Annabelle ended up with her face against a tree, her hands trying futilely to hold on to its rough bark as the guy lowered her shorts and panties, spread her legs, and ate her pussy out in the open. And boy, could he eat pussy! His tongue had done things to her that had her almost begging for mercy. She squirmed at the memory of that nimble tongue slipping into her wet, wanting hole. She had returned the favor by giving his nice cock a good tit-fuck right in the spot. By the time they were done, and Annabelle’s ample breasts were covered in his hot cum, they arranged a meeting that night at his apartment, where he fucked her in all ways imaginable. Young boys might have boundless energy when it came to sex, but older cocks, Annabelle mused, had the experience that satisfied her eager pussy.

Lost in her reverie, and enjoying the tingling of her wet core, Annabelle didn’t notice the man standing before her until he placed another big pile of papers before her with a loud thud. Startled, Annabelle looked up to find Mr. Anthony Robbins, one of her bosses, staring down at her with a slightly scolding look on his face.

“Annabelle, I need you to photocopy these immediately. We have a meeting tomorrow morning and Ankara escort I want them ready before you leave this afternoon. Understood?”

Straightening up, Annabelle looked at her boss as she mustered her most professional expression, one that belied the caliber of the thoughts she had just been having.

“Yes, Sir.” She answered, promptly taking the pile in her hands. “Should I leave the dossiers on your desk?”

Mr. Robbins took a moment to answer, and the reason had Annabelle blushing to a crimson red. His dark eyes were fixed on her exposed cleavage, which she had failed to button up since she had never noticed him coming. She wondered whether she should try to cover herself or not, but then decided it was a bit too late for that. An impish side of her, moreover, enjoyed the attention of who had to be the most handsome man in the firm: tall, dark, very handsome… and in his forties.

“Yes, please.” He finally answered, as if snapping out of a daze. “I’ll give them a look just in case.”

Nodding, Annabelle stood up, wanting to obey the order right away. Giving Mr. Robbins a smile, she picked up the pile of papers and headed to the small copy room down by the corridor. What she didn’t notice in her eagerness to make up for her distraction, however, was the pair of eyes that settled on her with a newly found hunger.

Anthony stared at the soft sway of his secretary’s hips as she walked away, stunned by the discovery he had just made. He hadn’t been involved in the process of hiring a new secretary for the summer; what was there so difficult about it, after all? They needed a girl who could manage her way around a computer, answer phones, make calls and coffee. Hardly rocket science, to be honest! Annabelle had been there for a few weeks now, and hadn’t it been for that generous cleavage exposed by the three top undone buttons of her shirts, he might have never really noticed her. But now, as she walked with a gentle, sensual sway of her hips, Anthony couldn’t help but feel a familiar stirring in his loins.

Annabelle had a body not even the uniform could hide. He had heard some of the comments his partners occasionally made about her, but only now did he notice how right they were. She had curves in all the right places; a waist accentuated by the skirt and flaring hips that begged for his hands to hold them tight as he pounded her sweet, young pussy from behind. Her legs were slender and long, and the high heels made them look even more inviting. And as for her breasts… Anthony shifted from one foot to the other, trying to ease some of the tension the zipper created on his hardening member. They were ample, full, obviously soft, and for a moment, his mind clouded with visions of his hard cock nestled between them. The idea got his already stiff cock growing into new proportions. Good God, the girl was young enough to be his daughter!

But she wasn’t, whispered a voice in his ear. And since Anthony’s lust-fogged mind couldn’t think properly, he did the one thing that seemed right: he followed sexy Annabelle to the copy room.

Inside, Annabelle was torn between scolding herself for her idiocy, and struggling against the sensual images that swarmed her mind. What if Mr. Robbins told her off for not attending to the proper dress code? Because flaunting her breasts for the world to see was not part of said code! What if he fired her for misconduct?

Yet, although the responsible part of her enjoyed the chance to give her grief for her mistake, the sensual, horny part of her relished on reliving some of her most exciting previous experiences, where her mind took great pleasure on replacing the man in them for a very aroused, very hot, and very sexy Mr. Robbins. She pictured herself riding his cock so slow he begged for more, then saw herself on her hands and knees, her boss pounding her from behind the way she liked best. Would his cock be big? Would it fill her mouth and satiate her hungry pussy with its girth? Annabelle fanned herself with some papers as the copy machine began to release sheet after sheet. Good God, she needed a good fuck. It didn’t matter if she ended up fucking someone in the bathroom of a bar; she would go out that night, and she would let herself be fucked in all ways imaginable, because that was exactly what she needed.

Annabelle didn’t pay much attention to the copy machine when it started beeping, not until the persistent sound managed to shatter the lustful haze that surrounded her. Fuck! That piece of crap did it every single time. Whenever Annabelle came here, the damned machine had to act up. Jammed paper, lack of toner, the machine was simply having a bad day… it was like a clock, it happened every damned time, and Annabelle cursed under her breath. Taking a step back, she bent over at the waist and opened the lid of the machine, trying to see with inexperienced eyes what on Earth was going on.

Nonetheless, being horny was first and foremost in her mind, and despite the annoyance inside her, Annabelle couldn’t help teasing Ankara escort bayan herself just a little, if only to forget the hard time the machine was giving her. Bent over as she was, she arched her back and spread her feet as far as the skirt allowed her to. When she did, the thin strap of cloth she was wearing under her skirt slid snugly between her pussy lips, deliciously teasing her in all the right places. A moan escaped her lips. With her back arched like that, her hungry pussy almost swallowing her little thong, and her breasts nearly hanging out her shirt, Annabelle could easily forget that the damned machine was acting up.

It was the tiny, sweet and wanton little moan what succeeded on making Anthony as hard as a rock. In her hurry, Annabelle had left the door open. He had braced himself for some privileged views of her lovely ass when she bent over to open the lid of the copy machine; what he hadn’t expected, however, was to have her assuming such an openly sexual posture, and to hear how much she enjoyed it. With Annabelle bent over, her ass high in the air and thighs spread, the moan she had emitted made his cock twitch. And that silent invitation her body gave his as it so submissively offered itself? There was no possible way Anthony could ignore it.

Walking up to her, he made sure he aligned his hard cock with her young pussy. Then, stepping close to her, he grabbed her round hips in his hands and pushed; not too hard, but enough to make Annabelle feel how much she had turned him on. Nonetheless, trying to cover up his true intentions, Anthony too bent over until his entire body covered hers, and reached for a switch inside the machine.

“Here.” He said, taking his time to flick the switches and pulling at some rods. “A pull here and a push there, and that’s it, the paper’s out.”

Annabelle could hardly believe what was going on. Shocked to immobility, she felt every inch of Mr. Robbins’ front glued to her back. His warm chest was wide and his body was strong, filling her with ideas of domination that made tremble. What she felt nestled between her thighs, however, made her weak at the knees. He was… hard! Her boss’ cock, which he had strategically positioned so it teased her already needy pussy, was hard as a rock. And those tiny little thrusts he gave her as he pulled at the rods of the copy machine? They pushed the strap of her thong further between her lips, making it impossible for her to restrain the lustful moan that escaped her throat.

Anthony wasn’t thinking straight and he knew it. Deep down inside he knew he could get into some deep, deep trouble for what he was doing, but to hell with it! His hard dick was doing all the thinking, and when it had a young, warm pussy so close to it, it demanded to be rammed in there. Nothing more. And Annabelle’s body was so tempting…! Her high heels left her at the right height for him to pump into her comfortably. Her ass seemed soft and plaint, and as he looked over her shoulder, he could see her breasts hanging under her shirt, dangling with her agitated breath even within the confines of her lacey white bra; a call he couldn’t resist.

“Um, Annabelle.” Anthony whispered in her ear as his hands went from the machine to her waist and then, very slowly, upwards until he cupped her full breasts. “You know you’re supposed to obey my every order, don’t you?”

Was this a test? Annabelle couldn’t form a single coherent thought, not with that hard cock poking at her, and not with those big hands cupping her breasts so perfectly, her pussy tightened with need. What if Mr. Robbins was seeing how far she was willing to go to keep her job? Would he try to blackmail her later on?

“Mr. Robbins…” She began to say, but a gentle squeeze of his hands silenced her. Also, it robbed her of her breath.

“My every order, Annabelle.” He repeated, his words accentuated by soft thrusts of his hips against hers. Then, one hand freed a breast and began a slow journey down her body, posing itself lightly on her mound through her skirt. “You should tend to my every need and follow each one of my commands. You know that, don’t you?”

Annabelle couldn’t answer, for the wild thumping of her heart barely allowed her to breathe. She was one big, tense muscle, clamoring for release. When she didn’t answer as soon as Mr. Robbins wished her too, he gave her breast a tighter squeeze.

“Well?”

She swallowed hard.

“Yes, Sir.”

“And if I ask you to suck my cock, you will obey, am I clear?”

Again, Annabelle swallowed, her mouth watering at the thought.

“I will, Sir.” The idea of calling him Sir, of him having all the control, was fuelling her fantasies of submission to a strong man until they blazed uncontrollably inside her.

“What will you do, Annabelle?” He wanted to hear the words, and as he waited, his hand slipped under her skirt.

“I’ll… I’ll suck your cock, Sir.” The moment those words left her mouth, Anthony felt his cock stiffening to a breaking point.

“And Escort Ankara if I tell you to give me this sweet, young pussy?”

Annabelle bit her lip when the tip of his fingers brushed her soaked flesh.

“I’ll give you my sweet, young pussy, Sir. So you can do with it as you please.”

Mr. Robbins seemed to like that last but of improvisation, for his fingers dived under her thong, tearing a strangled cry from her lips.

“You’re so wet, baby.” Anthony said reverently as his fingers slipped all over her flesh. They touched her everywhere. Mr. Robbins acquainted himself with every corner of her intimacy, teasing her clit with slow circles that made her whimper before finding a way into her tightness. When he did, he bit on her shoulder, hard, for his fingers fit so snugly in her wet, wanting hole, Anthony could only imagine what it would feel like to feel that softness wrapping his aching cock. Her hips bucked endlessly under his ministrations, and once he was satisfied she was properly teased, and that his hand was soaking wet as he wanted it, he took it to her lips. “Lick it clean, Annabelle. Show me how much you like to suck. And if you’re a good girl, I might clean your cunt with my own tongue.”

Annabelle parted her lips to answer, but ended up full of two fingers that dripped with her own cum. God knew she had sucked her share of wet cocks, but when Mr. Robbins slipped two thick fingers in her mouth and she tasted herself, Annabelle almost came. There was something about the whole situation, about fucking this older man, her boss, in a very public place, that was driving her over the edge. She pushed herself back against his straining cock as she diligently licked his fingers clean, showing him in great detail what she could do with her tongue.

“Oh yes, babygirl… suck them good… lick my fingers clean…” Mr. Robbins panted in her ear as one of his hands unbuttoned her shirt and then bunched her skirt up. “Boy, you’re good! I bet you’re a fine cocksucker, aren’t you?”

Annabelle lost it. That was why she loved fucking older men – that feeling of power they got from fucking such a young girl like her made her crazy with lust. She liked powerful men, men who weren’t afraid to show it, and this one that had her captive right in front of the copy machine was the epitome of that.

When his fingers once again found the path to her wanting pussy, Annabelle’s knees almost gave away.

“So wet.” Mr. Robbins whispered in her ear. “Mmm… this pussy needs a good fuck so bad, babygirl…” He tugged at the thong and her hips bucked when the pressure it applied teased her clit. “Such a little slut, wearing tiny little thongs at work. I bet you’ve worn this quite a few times, uh? Does it make you hot walking around wearing these?”

With his fingers clean of her juices, Annabelle let them go with a popping sound and stared at him over her shoulder.

“It does, Sir… it makes me feel sexy and dirty walking around all these men wearing a thong. And it makes me so, so wet!”

Anthony’s cock poked at her pussy, making Annabelle gasp with lust. Then, lowering his mouth to her ear, he whispered.

“Stay just like that, babygirl. Let Mr. Robbins see your sweet pussy and the piece of ass you’ve been hiding.”

Annabelle bit her lip when his big, strong hands moved down her body and his warmth abandoned her. Then, he slowly bunched her skirt up from behind, exposing her ass and a pussy that had wrapped itself around a tiny black lace thong that hid nothing.

“Oh, baby.” Mr. Robbins said as his hands massaged her ass cheeks. “You have the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen. God, I’d give my right hand to give it a nice, hard fuck.” Parting her ass cheeks and then pushing them together, he pressed an openmouthed kiss to her roundness. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, honey?”

A long, loud moan left Annabelle’s throat.

“No, Sir.” She answered with a trembling voice. Boy, did she want it now.

Anthony chuckled.

“Some other time, then.”

Before Annabelle could argue, his strong hands lowered her thong with a slowness that tortured her and Anthony’s cock throbbed with need when the thin black strap slowly parted her swollen, pink, and hairless lips, threads of wetness clinging to it and to her flesh. The sexy garment ended around her upper thighs, and the thought the sight her soaking wet, exposed pussy must be making, made her grip the copy machine tighter. What she didn’t know was that, under Anthony’s stunned gaze, the muscles of that sweet spot between her thighs squeezed tight too, juice overflowing her wanting flesh and filling him with a hunger he could barely control.

“Oh, sweet Jesus…” He murmured at the sight. That had to be the hottest thing he had ever seen in his entire life. He had fucked many women as a young man and still did, but that sweet, young girl exposed so completely to him? She was driving him wild. He wanted nothing more than to bury his face in that soft, enticing pussy and eat her until she came over and over again, so he could move on and fill her with that throbbing piece of flesh that made his slacks the most uncomfortable piece of clothing ever. Oh, yes… this little girl was in for the ride of her life.

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“On your knees,” Sir said as soon as we entered the room, the door closing swiftly behind him. I knelt without hesitation in the middle of the open space, eyes never leaving Sir. “Do you want to explain prancing around in that outfit all day?”

I flushed, eyes dropping to the floor. “I wanted to look good for you, Sir. Wanted to make you proud.” My hands pulled at the hem of my skirt, much shorter than anything I had worn before. “You had said…” I paused, not sure how to continue.

“Eyes on me, bunny.” Sir ordered, not harshly but still leaving no room to question. He looked, not disapproving as I feared, but curious. “What did I say?”

“You said, early on, that you may want easy access. That you may like for me to work without panties. So I planned for that,” I said quietly, the confidence from earlier in the day being stolen away by doubt, by the fear that I had overstepped my bounds. If I hadn’t been ordered to look at him, I would have missed the brief flash of realization that crossed Sir’s face.

“You wanted my attention.” Only those who knew him well would have caught the shift in tone that gave the sentence a questioning edge. I nodded slightly, still not able to pull my thoughts away from my inner fears and demons, telling me I was too needy, too clingy, that I was asking for things I had no right to want. “And if I had told you to bend over for me in the middle of the hall?”

“I’m yours, Sir. I would have obeyed,” I vowed. Sir took a step closer, and I had to look up so I could continue to follow his order to keep my eyes on him.

“You would have let everyone watch me stuff your needy bunny hole? Let them all know that you belong to me? Then gone back to work, the whole show knowing you were filled with my cum?” I swallowed, imagining it for a moment, seeing how dark Sir’s eyes had become as they looked me over possessively.

“If you wished so, then yes, Sir, I would.” Truthfully, the thought made me wet. The idea of Sir possessing me like that in front of so many people. The idea that he would show them that I was his, that he wasn’t hiding me away, that he chose me to be his bunny, it thrilled me. I hadn’t ever truly given thought to performing like that in public before I met Sir, but once he put the thought in my head, it grew and flourished until I desired it almost as much as he did.

I felt Sir’s hand run through my hair, petting me, and it worked like always, bringing me back to the present, to being nothing more than his bunny. The past and future didn’t matter, only listening to Sir. “I know you would. You like being my good bunny, don’t you?” Sir kept petting me, which made it more difficult to answer as the words never want to come out when I enter that headspace. Luckily Sir felt generous and didn’t press me. Instead, he stepped away, chuckling when I whined, trying to prolong the petting.

“Greedy bunny. Ankara escort You wanted my attention, and now that you have it, it’s not enough, is it?” Sir opened the drawer where we stored the toys. My eyes widened and I felt a new rush of wetness when he turned around holding the flogger. “Take off the shirt, shoes, and skirt.”

I wobbled as I stood up, still not accustomed to the heels, and obeyed. As I stripped out of the skirt, Sir questioned, “I thought you said no panties.” I blushed as I answered.

“I wouldn’t have been able to wear this skirt without panties. So I just made sure to wear my crotchless ones, Sir.”

“And I see you have your plug in?”

“I wanted to be ready for you, Sir.”

“Such a smart bunny I have.” I finished undressing as quickly as possible, until I stood in nothing more than my panties and harness. I paused to see what Sir’s next orders would be. “Lay down on the bed.” As soon as I lay down, Sir had me in the cuffs, restrained and unable to move my arms or legs. He picked up the flogger again, and let it trail across me, starting at my throat and continuing down my body all the way to my feet. “I watched you all day. I had you in my sights, saw you laughing and giggling. I watched you walk around the floor, and you may not have noticed, but I saw the way the men looked at you. Their eyes were devouring my bunny without my permission. And I couldn’t figure out why my bunny was letting them.”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I apologized, interrupting him without thinking. “I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t trying to-“

“Hush.” While loud, his command wasn’t harsh, but it silenced me immediately. “I know that now. You still don’t realize what delectable little prey you make. You didn’t think about the fact that I’m not the only one who wants to hold you down and have you take everything I want to give you. But we’ll address that later. For now, let’s focus on the fact that you had me so distracted, I lost two of my games today.” Sir pulled the flogger away from me, ready to strike. “I think 10 strokes for each lost game is appropriate, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whimpered, eying the flogger with a mix of trepidation and excitement.

“Count them out,” he ordered before beginning. I counted as he swung and the flogger struck me, just hard enough to be felt and enjoyed, without the extra strength that marked a true punishment. It landed seemingly at random, both in timing and placement, so I never knew when to expect the blow. After the twentieth blow, Sir dropped the flogger and pulled out his cock, moving to kneel next to me on the bed. “Suck it.”

Almost before the words left his lips, I had mine wrapped around him, moving my head as much as I could to get more of him in my mouth. Too much work went into developing the skill to take all of Sir for me to let it go to waste. As focused as I became, I barely heard the knock at the Ankara escort bayan door. “Fuck,” he muttered, before withdrawing, ignoring my protests. “Be there in a moment.” A loud chuckle was his only response from whoever stood outside the door. Sir looked me over while he tucked his dick back into his pants, and I’m sure I made quite a picture, wrists and ankles held in place by cuffs, mouth wrecked, red marks from the flogger. Sir smirked, self-satisfaction written all over his face.

“Are you okay with someone else seeing you like this? They’re on the list.” The caring tone contrasted nicely with the smug expression, and I nodded in response. “I need a color, bunny,” he chided.

“Green.” Although my voice was confident, doubts immediately hit me as soon as Sir went to let the other person in. Our list of people we were willing to share/indulge with was short, but most of them were attending this convention, so I had no clue who to expect. And having my eyes closed, fighting my own doubts and insecurities, made it more difficult to identify them, even as I could hear them joining Sir at the foot of the bed.

“Eyes open,” Sir commanded, and I hastened to obey, taking in the sight of Senpai standing with Sir. But my attention remained on Sir as he began speaking.

“I made plans for you, bunny. Thought with the display you put on earlier that you were wanting someone other than your Sir.” A quick motion silenced my immediate protests. “I know that now. But you need to be more aware of how others look at you, how they want my bunny for their own.”

“I’m yours, Sir, no one else’s,” I swore.

“Mhm,” Sir agreed. “Mine to share if I choose.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “After all, you wanted him to see what a good bunny you are, didn’t you? Isn’t that why you changed out of that corset and into your harness?”

“Yes, Sir, partly,” I admitted quietly, ashamed. “Also thought you didn’t like it, and wasn’t comfortable.”

“I was trying to play my games,” Sir admonished me. “It’s difficult to focus when you have a hard on and are thinking about bending your bunny over.”

“For some of us anyway,” Senpai muttered, grinning and nudging Sir.

“Fuck you.”

“Thought the point was for us to fuck her?” Senpai retorted, clearly enjoying himself. Sir’s response died in his throat as I whimpered and shifted, hearing their intent stated out loud setting me back on edge. Their smirks as I tried desperately to rub my thighs together, to get any sort of friction, matched perfectly.

“Oh, it is,” Sir muttered, walking around the bed, hand trailing along my body as he moved, pausing only to pinch and tease my breast. “Been promising my bunny that she’d be stuffed for quite some time now.” He stood at the head of the bed, hand cradling my face. When his thumb brushed over my lips, I couldn’t help but suck it. “Seems she wants to be a bunny Escort Ankara spit roast.”

“Where should we start then?” Senpai asked, tone dropping from playful and teasing to a darker promise.

“You take that side,” Sir directed, starting to undo the cuffs on his side of the bed. Once unrestrained, I sat up, looking to Sir for instructions. “Off the bed, bunny. And you,” he pointed to Senpai, “strip and sit here at the foot.” As we both followed orders, Sir disrobed and sat in the chair that gave a perfect side view of Senpai and myself. Once everyone was in place, Sir spoke again. “My bunny worked hard to be able to deep throat me. Why don’t you show him how well paid off, hmmm?”

I knelt in front of Senpai, hands at my sides. I hesitantly licked, getting a taste before drawing his cock into my mouth, sucking and tasting, going a little deeper on each bob until my nose pressed against Senpai’s stomach, and I felt him down my throat. I stayed as long as I could, eyes watering, until I had to pull back and breathe. I looked at Senpai, hands fisted by his side as though he’d been told prior that he wasn’t to touch me. Then I sneaked a peek at Sir, hoping my actions pleased him. Judging by the way he stroked his hard dick, leaning forward for a better view, they had. “She likes to be throat fucked,” he told Senpai, the way you would share a preference for a flavor of candy.

Before I knew what was happening, Senpai had my head in his hands, thrusting down my throat like he’d been holding back for far too long. I whimpered, fighting the urge to touch myself as Senpai used me for his pleasure. It stopped far too quickly for my taste, even though my lungs burned for a chance to breathe again. I sat gasping for air, while Senpai appeared to be fighting a battle to not start again, wanting to make me swallow as he came.

“Lay down.” The order came as a surprise, as though for a brief moment I had forgotten that Sir was watching. That he was in control of everything in the room. I flushed, ashamed at having been so caught up in the moment, and stood, moving to lay down on the bed. “Not you. Him.” Senpai’s eyes flashed, and he stared at Sir for a moment, something passing between them that I didn’t have the ability to comprehend at that point in time. Whatever it was, when it was over, Senpai scooted back on the bed, laying down in the middle, eyes on me as he teased himself with light touches and tugs. “Come here, bunny.”

I walked over to Sir, where he pulled me down to straddle him, one hand in my hair, holding my head in place while he laid claim to my mouth. His other hand gripped my hip so tightly I thought I would bruise, which just made the pleasure peak more. He pulled back, panting slightly, pupils so blown his eyes appeared black, only to tease my slit before sliding two fingers inside me. “So wet. Did you like tasting his cock? Putting on a show for me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now go ride him. Let him feel how tight and wet my bunny’s pussy is.” As I stood and shakily made my way back to the bed, I saw Sir lick his fingers clean before stroking his cock again.

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It was about eleven o’clock in the morning and we were sitting at home, Becca sitting on the floor playing her Game Boy and me reading the newspaper when Ashley walked in the living room and dumped herself on the couch with a loud sigh. I moved the paper enough to look at Becca, who looked up at me and smiled. We both knew how Ashley could be when she was bored. I folded up the Sports section and looked over at Ashley, who was starting up at the ceiling.

“Ash, baby? You okay?”

She sighed again and nodded. I looked at Becca again. She was having a hard time not laughing. I just shook my head and smiled.

“You sure, baby? You like you’re bored.”

Ashley turned to look at me. “No, I’m fine. You two just keep on doing what you’re doing. Pay no attention to little old me.”

I raised my eyebrow, one of my many talents that Ashley loved. She tried to hide a smile and went back to looking at the ceiling. I got Becca’s attention and made wiggling motions with my fingers, nodding my head at Ashley. Becca nodded and put down her Game Boy. I counted to three with my fingers and on three, we pounced on Ashley, Becca grabbing an ankle and tickling her foot while I grabbed her sides, just below her ribs. Ashley screamed and tried to pull her foot away from Becca while squiring against me while smacking me on the shoulder, all of which made us tickle her more. When her face turned red from laughing so hard, we stopped.

Ashley wiped tears away from her eyes, still suffering from tremors of laughter. I turned and looked at Becca with evil intentions in my eyes. She put up her hands and started to back away. I growled playfully and jumped her. I tackled her to the floor and pinned her there, tickling her ribs. She squealed and wriggled underneath me, which had some unintended physical side effects for me. I was in the process of trying to figure out how to deal with the when Ashley dove off of the couch and hit me, knocking me off of Becca and rolling onto the floor. Before I could react, Ashley was sitting on my stomach and Becca was holding my hands above my head, having moved as soon as Ashley plowed into me. Ashley dug her fingers into my rubs and started to tickle me, only to thump me in the chest in frustration, remembering that I wasn’t ticklish.

“Not fair, you bastard. You should be ticklish as we are.” She folded her arms across her chest and pouted.

“Okay, baby. I’ll work on that. In the meantime, would you two…um…mind letting me up? I know what you’re up to but the little guy down there doesn’t and he’s starting to wake up, as if something different was going on.”

Ashley blinked, taking in the scene and realizing how it would have looked. She mumbled that she was sorry and moved next to me, sitting on the floor and resting her elbow on my stomach. Becca released my wrists and gave me a quick kiss, leaning back again the couch.

“So,” I began. “What is with you and ‘little old Ashley?'”

Ashley blushed a little. Damn, she was beautiful. “You were right. I was bored.”

We started to talk about things we could do when Becca hit on the right one. “Guys, why don’t we go to a movie? We haven’t watched anything in the theater in a while. What do you say?”

I looked at Ashley and she nodded, reaching for the Entertainment section of the paper. In a few minutes, we decided on a movie and what time we wanted to see it. For us to agree on anything, that was Ankara bayan escort amazing. For all three of us to agree on a movie and a time so quickly, that was a downright miracle.

We got cleaned up and in Becca’s case, dressed since she had been in pajamas all day. I grabbed coats and met my lovely ladies at the front door. We piled into the car and I drove to lunch. Lunch was fun. It always was watching Becca flirt with the server, no matter whether they were male or female. I knew she had gotten a few phone numbers that way, but only one had led to an encounter. She had said that it hadn’t been any good, but she hadn’t offered us any details.

After lunch, we got back in the car and headed for the theater. As we walked toward the ticket counter, I had my left arm around Ashley’s shoulder, with Becca walking to my right. There were several clumps of guys handing around and a lot of them were checking out Becca, which I agree is a good thing. I get to do it all the time. She also saw this and snaked her arm inside my coat and around my waist. I looked toward her and put my arm around her shoulders, leaning down to give her a kiss. She smiled and didn’t pull away. Ashley saw this and tapped me on the other shoulder. I broke the kiss with Becca and looked at my wife, who planted her lips on mine. I smiled into it as I heard guys behind me telling each other that I was a ‘pimp’ and just how damn lucky I was. They had no idea.

I bought tickets and we headed inside, stopping at the snack bar for drinks and popcorn. I joked about how I was going to have to get rid of one of them because dating two women was way too expensive.

“But how will you decide which one of us to dump,” Ashley asked. “You love us too much,” she said, playfully snuggling against my left arm.

Not to be outdone, Becca snuggled her large breasts against my right arm. “You do still love us, don’t you? How on earth are you going to decide?”

What had started as a joked turned into a serious distraction. Having two incredibly gorgeous women snuggle against you had that effect.

“We’ll just have to go with a blowjob contest,” I jokingly announced as we walked what felt like four miles to the other side of the multiplex. Luckily, it was the middle of a school day, so I didn’t have to worry about kids hearing me.

This, of course, started the two of them in on a discussion as to who was better at giving blowjobs. While on one hand, it was an interesting discussion, each woman extolling her own virtues, but on another, it did absolutely nothing to help with my distractibility. Finally, I had to tell them to stop so we could watch the movie. They kept on for another few seconds and stopped when the previews started.

After the last preview but before the movie started, I raised the armrests between me and the ladies so that we could all be close. Becca leaned over and whispered to Ashley that she was sorry for arguing with her. Ashley told her not to worry about it and gave Becca a small kiss. Now, I don’t know about you, but watching two women kiss, no matter how innocently, is a huge turn on for me. If they kept it up, I might not have made it through the movie without a trip to the restroom.

The movie started and we got closer than usual since we were watching a horror movie. It started out the same as most: a group of attractive twenty-somethings going on a road trip, planning ‘one last party.’ I think Escort bayan Ankara they were going to a national park or something. They actually made it to their destination with no problems. After some drinking and a little pre-marital sex, two things that would guarantee your doom in a slasher flick, they woke up the next day to find their car wouldn’t start.

The leader of our gang, a hunky blonde guy with broad shoulders, tried to get the car to start, but it was dead. The ‘stupid, slutty blonde chick’ called for a tow, which was her first mistake. Never call for a tow truck unless you have AAA.

Sure enough, the driver showered up looking like a refugee from a ‘Deliverance’ remake. He was checking out Mr. Broad Shoulder’s girl the whole time. The Hunk put his arm around her shoulders and said, ‘She’s with me, buddy’ thus sealing his own fate, probably protection his woman somehow. This was the kind of thing that Ash and Becca just loved: the heroic boyfriend willing to protect his girl from the axe murderer. Becca reached across me and took Ashley’s hand, something they did when they were feeling romantic. Romance at a slasher flick. My women, I swear.

They laced their fingers together and sat their hands down…right on my crotch. The little guy had jut gotten himself relaxed and then that happened. He wasn’t happy about getting back up, but he didn’t protest too much. I looked down and saw the girls looking up at me, grins on both faces. I didn’t know what was going on, but it didn’t take long for me to find out.

Ashley, on my left, unhooked her hand from and moved it to the button on my pants. Becca, on my right, slid her hand to my zipper. They kissed again and as a single unit, they had my pants undone quickly. Ashley pulled the front of my boxers away from my body, letting the cool theater air in. Becca slid her hand in and pulled out my rigid cock.

She looked at Ashley and whispered ‘I got first.’ Ashley didn’t look too happy but she nodded. Becca smiled and plunged her mouth down onto my cockhead. Ashley pushed Becca’s hand away and replaced it with her own, stroking me as Becca bobbed her head up and down. I had to clamp my hand over my mouth to keep from moaning loudly as her velvety mouth caressed my cock.

She flashed her tongue around me as she kept just the head in her mouth, her warm breath making me shudder. She cupped my balls and looped her finger and thumb around my sac, just above my shaved nuts, holding them downward and not letting them tighten against my body, already working on delaying my orgasm.

Becca started bobbing slowly, pushing her lips further down with each passing moment to meet Ashley’s fingers. After several minutes of this exquisite torture, she pushed Ashley’s hand away and slid her soft lips down to the base, sealing her lips their and working her tongue from side to side along the side of my cock.

Ashley leaned up and kissed me, flicking her tongue tenderly on the inside of my lips. I sucked on her tongue and felt her hand replace Becca’s on my balls, squeezing them gently and rolling them around in her hand. As Becca raised her mouth back to the head, Ashley slipped her thumb and index finger around the base of my cock, making an ‘ok’ sign, jerking slightly as her other fingers remained on my balls.

Becca bobbed faster, sucking hard with each up and down motion. Not being held down, my balls rose. Ashley moved her mouth Bayan escort Ankara to my ear, nibbling on my earlobe.

“Give it to her, Will. Give her that hot, tasty cum.”

Ashley talking dirty always set me off and this time was no exception. I groaned softly, barely a whisper, and exploded into Becca’s mouth. Fireworks went off behind my closed eyelids and my hands balled up, trying to force as much semen out as possible. I could hear Becca swallowing, even over the screams of the girls in the movie.

I blinked rapidly and tried to catch my breath. Becca and Ashley were kissing again and I felt their hands moving around on my groin, but I couldn’t see who was doing what. They broke the kiss, each drawing their tongues back in, and looked up at me. Becca had her hand wrapped around my shaft, barely stroking up and down, keeping me on the edge of hardness. Ashley kissed her again and looked up at me, grinning.

“My turn, baby,” she said in a whisper. “I want some cum too.”

I’ve always thought Ash and Becca were about dead even when it came to their oral skills; it always seemed that both knew my body as well or better than I did. Instead of the finesse approach Becca used, Ash was using brute force, essentially fucking my cock with her mouth. She shoved my dick between her teeth to the inside of her cheek, chewing on my shaft as she moved her head. Becca’s hand moved quickly on my staff, the lubrication of her saliva mixing with Ashley’s. Becks leaned over and sucked my earlobe into her mouth. I had to fight from groaning loud enough to have security called.

Ashley jammed her mouth down on me, sucking hard and moving fast. She moaned softly as my cockhead hit the back of her throat and I felt my right leg twitch for no reason. Her hand went to my balls, tugging on my sac. I could hear her gasp occasionally as the need for my meat fought with her need to breathe. Then, she did something that she had never done before.

Her head sped up, sucking only my cockhead, her tongue working like mad. I felt her release my balls and then her fingers tickled my anus, pushing against it, causing me to gasp loudly. I had never felt anything like that before. I felt myself swell in her mouth and without warning, I unleashed a torrent of cum, one of my largest ever, and just like with Becca, my vision sparkled and my eyes glazed. I could only make out blurred figures on the screen as the Brainy Brunette struggled to get away from the Psycho Hillbilly.

Ashley cleaned my cock with her tongue and Kissed Becca, both acting simultaneously, tucking my cock back into my pants, Becca zipping me back up and Ashley working the button. They snuggled next to me again and we caught the finale, where the Brainy Brunette and Big Hunk finally killed the Hillbilly from Hell by knocking him out with a shovel to the head. When he woke up, he was tied to a chair that was connected to a take of propane that had been opened, letting the gas into the room. The Brunette said ‘That’s hot,’ obviously making fun of a certain celebrity as Shoulders tossed a light cigarette lighter inside as they started walking off. A few seconds and about a hundred yards later, the building exploded, signifying the end. Shoulders and Brain put their arms around each other and walked off into the sunset.

We three gathered our coats and walked out of the theater. The sun was still up, so I switched to my sunglasses. When we got back to the car, the pestering started.

“Will, who won,” Ashley asked, looking at me from the passenger seat.

“Yeah,” Becca said, hitting me in the shoulder from the back seat. “Who won?”

As I started the car, I smiled.

“I did.”

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“This is no way for a girl to behave.”

The words from his wife, watching him as he fucked her daughter, echoed the exact thoughts in his head. It was his main thought as Crissy pressed her face flat against the floor and arched her ass into the air. His cock looked huge as he watched it stretching her tight pussy wide open. There’s no way that such a young girl, barely 18 years old, should be taking a cock like that, but she was not even trying to escape from him as he rammed himself in and out of her.

In reality, he realized there was very little she could do. Her ability to resist was very limited, not the least because each of her arms was tied securely to each of her ankles which tends to force a girl’s ass into the compromising position that she found herself in. He also realized that the collar around her neck, being attached by a very short chain to a hook on the floor, gave her very few options except to keep her face down in this submissive position. In short, struggling would have got her nowhere.

Still, he knew that she was getting exactly what she deserved, and just as likely what she wanted. It would have been hard for her to deny since she still wore all of the clothes that he had caught her trying to wear out that night. They consisted only of a short little schoolgirl skirt – now hiked up around her waist to expose her bare ass, a white tube top – also now hanging around her waist so that her large tits were completely bare, and a pair of red heels. No panties, not even a thong, and no bra… only tight, revealing clothes that advertised to the boys she met, and to her “Daddy”, that she was ready and willing to do whatever a man wanted.

For at least the tenth time, he raised his hand then slapped it down hard on her ass. And for at least the tenth time, he was reminded even further that it didn’t matter that she was completely helpless to stop him from fucking her. Her squeal of delight told him that she was enjoying this treatment. Even more revealing, was the breathless phrase that escaped from her with a groan. “Oooh yeah. Fuck me Daddy.”

Now, it was true that he wasn’t really her Daddy. At least not in reality. He had married Crissy’s mom only a year before. None of them knew who her daddy really was. From what Diana had told him, a wild night of sex 18 years ago had resulted in a daughter from a stranger who had long since passed out of their lives.

But Diana had forced upon all of them the idea that this new man in their lives, her husband, was also to be Crissy’s daddy. Further, from Diana’s way of thinking, Daddy was the one in charge of discipline. Bad behavior carried consequences, and Diana had always urged him to make sure that this lesson was learned well. Crissy’s choice of clothes had been a problem that he had dealt with in the past. Apparently, she hadn’t learned her lesson which is why she found herself in the very compromising position she was in.

Looking over at his wife, he thought about how Crissy’s behavior was a reflection of her mom’s. Diana should have been setting an example for her daughter, how to behave properly. Instead, he looked at his wife dressed in the same outfit as Crissy – the same short skirt, skimpy top, red heels, and nothing underneath. They had planned to go out that night together, telling him that they were going to Crissy’s high school football game and wanted to dress alike as a gag.

Instead, Diana was now in the identical position as Crissy with her arms also bound to her ankles, her bare ass in the air, and her collar attached by a similarly short chain to the same hook that held Crissy’s chain. His wife also had a behavior problem. He remembered watching her take his friend’s cock into her mouth one day not long ago, and he was determined to punish her for that. As he looked over at her, she looked back and, with a look of lust in her eyes, repeated her earlier words. “This is no way for a girl to behave.”

She was exactly right…. and this time she was talking about herself. “After all, what kind of a wife behaves like that?” he asked himself as he watched his wife getting her pussy pounded from behind by the boy who had shown up as Crissy’s date that night. The well built young stud held her firmly around her hips, with each thrust forcing her back onto his stiff cock as he bucked himself into her over and over. Worse yet, Diana was mewing and moaning in pleasure, completely shameless as she was getting Ankara escort fucked right there in front of her daughter and her husband.

The young stud clearly had been with plenty of girls in his life. He rammed himself into Crissy’s mom with a steady, drumbeat-like rhythm. He reached down under Diana and squeezed her tits firmly, then ran his fingers over her nipples until they stood out straight. As soon as they swelled to their full hardness, he pinched each of them hard. Diana let out a scream as he did and her eyes flew open.

“Oh fuck. Fuck yeah. Pinch those tits,” she groaned. Then a moment later, with her eyes now closed as she enjoyed the fucking she was receiving, she surprised both the boy and her husband. “That’s it baby. Do it. Fuck Mommy harder.”

“Holy shit!” he thought to himself. “That little slut!” He could guess what effect her words would have on the kid. At 18 years old, most boys fantasized about their mom. Now Diana was serving that fantasy up on a platter for him and it didn’t take him long to respond.

“Smack!” A bright red hand print marked the location on Diana’s ass where the boy had just spanked her very hard. Diana screamed out, but again urged him on. “Ooooh yes, I’m a bad Mommy, aren’t I. A naughty Mommy that needs spanked.” Then, looking over again at her husband, she added for his benefit, “A dirty little bitch that needs to get fucked!”

Suddenly, Crissy demanded his attention again. It seems that, while he was distracted by his naughty little wife, his cock probing deep into Crissy’s tight little pussy had brought her closer and closer to an orgasm. “Ooooh, Daddy what are you doing to me? I think I’m going to come! You’re fucking me so hard! You want me to come for you, don’t you. You want to see your little girl come on your hard cock? Do it, Daddy! Do it hard! Fuck me hard! Make me cum! Ahhhhhhhh….!!!!” As she started to come, he reached down under her and found her hard, slick clit. Rubbing it in tight little circles, he made her orgasm kick into overdrive. She screamed out loudly, and he could see that it was starting to overwhelm her.

The intense orgasm was too much for Crissy, and she tried to move away from him even though her movements were nearly completely prevented. She squirmed her legs to one side, trying to rotate herself away, but he was having none of that. The feeling of her pussy as it clamped down hard on his cock was too good. Slapping her ass hard to remind her who was in charge, he grabbed her hips with both hands and took back full control of her, pulling her pussy back onto his thick cock. He pushed himself deep inside her and probed her most sensitive areas as she continued to shake and quiver for a short time longer.

His wife watched this show as intently as she could, although the cock ramming into her pussy was clearly having an effect on her concentration. Diana’s face would occasionally contort as a groan escaped her own lips. She also kept up a steady stream of breathless, half-whispered dirty talk.

“Oh yeah, do it. Fuck it hard. Fuck that pussy hard. Such a dirty little bitch. You want me to come for you? All tied up. Can’t do anything. Can’t make you stop. Big hard cock fucking Mommy. Do it. Fuck it. Fuck that dirty little bitch. Harder. Harder! Harder!!!” Her dirty talk gave way to screams of pleasure as she started to have a very strong orgasm, “Oh god, Yes! FUCK MEEEE!!!”

The boy was right along with her. He also started grunting and groaning and, as Diana reached her peak, the boy did the same. He plowed into her harder and harder then, with a few last thrusts, started to shoot his load deep inside her.

Daddy’s own cock was swollen to it’s full size as he watched his wife behave like a wanton little slut. A primal urge overcame him as he watched her being fucked by this other boy. Somehow, the need to prove his ownership of her translated instead into showing Crissy who was her master. Looking down at her exposed asshole, he knew that it was time to take her there.

Sliding his cock out of her, he slid the bulging head up along her wet slit until it was planted right between her sexy round ass cheeks. Her tight little ass looked impossibly small next to his thick cock, but she’d taken it before and she would take it again tonight. As he started to press into her, the begging began.

“No, Daddy. Not there. I’ll be good from now on. Don’t make me take it there. Only dirty girls get ass fucked.” Ankara escort bayan She tried to look back as best she could, restrained as she was by the collar and chain. “Please, don’t. It’s too big for me there.”

The last part of her pleas didn’t even register with him. By then, he was consumed with the idea of ass fucking his naughty girl. He’d already started pressing into her and spread her ass wide open to make it easier. He vaguely heard her pleas for mercy, but with one more push he entered her.

His wife, with her face inches from her daughter’s, talked soothingly to her as her daughter’s face contorted from the initial pain. Diana was still breathless from her own orgasm, but she spoke reassuringly to Crissy. “That’s it baby. It’s OK. Give your ass to Daddy. Show him you’re a big girl now. Show him how a big girl likes getting fucked there.” She then moved even closer and, much to the two guys’ surprise, stuck out her tongue and licked her daughter’s lips sensuously. She kissed her until Crissy responded, giving in to the sexual energy that was overtaking her and kissing her mom back with a hungry passion that was easy for all to see.

The feeling of her tight ass was incredible as he slowly pushed more and more of himself inside her. Seeing her and her mom engaged in such a passionate kiss also had a strong effect on him. Reaching down to slip his fingers into her pussy, he wet his fingers with her juices then slid them further down under her until he once again found her hard clit. He felt how stiff and swollen it was and pinched it lightly between his thumb and finger.

By now every part of Crissy was hyper-sensitive. The cock that was rammed inside her ass brought out a deep animal lust in her, and her Daddy’s pressure on her clit immediately made her buck herself back into him. She moaned loudly with pleasure as she gave into the need to be taken this way or whatever other way he wanted to have her. All she knew was that she wanted – actually… needed – to be used by him.

At the same time, now that he had emptied his balls into Diana, Crissy’s boyfriend had slid his cock out of Diana’s pussy and moved around in front of the two girls. He sat down then slid himself forward until his still hard cock stood straight up in front of them like a pillar for them to worship.

The response from Crissy was immediate. She dove onto his cock as if she’d just been given a piece of food after not eating for a week. She took him as far down her throat as she could, then began bobbing her head up and down on him. She sucked him almost frantically as if sucking his cock could somehow relieve the wild excitement overtaking her, and, as she did, the sloppy sounds of her nearly gagging on his thick member filled the room. It was definitely no way for a girl to behave and her Daddy let her know again.

“Smack!” Another sharp blow landed on her cock-filled ass. This time, instead of trying to resist, Crissy actually spread her legs open even wider to give her Daddy full access to her asshole. She kept sucking hungrily on the boy’s cock, completely consumed by her lust.

About that moment, Diana decided to get into this action. She started licking the base of the boy’s shaft while her daughter worked the bulging head. Looking up as best she could from her restrained position, Diana once again urged the boy on. “You want to come all over our faces?” she asked him. “Shoot another load onto the slut girls?”

Diana then moved her head a little more, pushing Crissy aside so that she could have a turn working the hard cock that was in between them. The thick red lipstick that she wore made her lips look so sensuous as she took the hard cock into her mouth. The boy smiled as he watched the mother fight with her daughter over his hard cock, then grabbed hold of her hair as she took him into her mouth.

Her style was a little different than Crissy’s. Diana would slowly lower her mouth onto his shaft further and further until it filled her mouth. She then pushed down even more until she had the entire length down her throat. The boy held her there for as long as she could take it — her eyes starting to water from the effort — then pulled her by the hair back up until his cock slid all the way out.

He twisted her head upwards, making her look up into his eyes while his cock pulsed against her wet, red lips. With a smile of happy pride, she looked up into his face as she licked Escort Ankara the bulging shaft. The way her eye makeup ran from the tears that formed as she choked down that big cock only added to the slutty appearance that she presented. He then tightened his grip on her hair again, and pushed his cock back down her throat.

He fucked her mouth making her bob her head up and down faster and faster. Obscene choking sounds filled the room as she gulped him down. Finally, he pulled her head back and grabbed his cock with his free hand. He began pumping it as he kept her head held back, facing up towards him. Diana glanced sideways with her eyes for a moment at her husband. “Are you watching?” she asked him breathlessly. “Do you want to see how a slut gets treated?” Then, looking back up at the boy she urged him on. “That’s it, baby. Do it for Mommy. Let me taste your cum.”

All the while, Daddy had kept fucking Crissy’s upturned ass. She grunted and groaned with animal-like sounds as he rammed into her. The feeling of her tight ass and the power he felt as he took her in this restrained position soon reached a peak. He could feel his climax approaching and as he heard his wife’s words, it started to send him over the edge.

At that same moment, the boy started groaning loudly. His cock swelled to its full size as he pumped it harder and faster. Diana kept her eyes locked on his and urged him on. Finally, with a very loud cry of released ecstasy, he shot thick streams into Diana’s face. She stuck out her tongue as he did, catching as much as she could as she happily lapped it up. The rest landed on her hair, her forehead, and her chin where it dripped slowly down.

Just as the boy finished shooting his second load of the night, Daddy grabbed Crissy by the hair and yanked her head back hard. “Now it’s your turn slut,” he said in a savage voice. His cock swelled even larger as rode her hard, pounding into her with a force that rocked her body.

Crissy’ responded in a gravelly voice of desperate abandon. “Oh god, yessss… Do it. Do it Daddy! Fuck that ass. Oh yes… FUCK MEEEE!!!!!”

As Crissy started to come again, with one last thrust he rammed himself into her as deep as he could go and began spurting a huge load of his pent up passion into her hot little ass. He held her hair tight, making sure that the little slut knew that he owned her at that moment. He could feel her ass clench his cock as she came, making his orgasm rise to an even higher level.

Crissy loved the feeling that she was being used by him for his own pleasure. She also loved how dirty she felt as she was fucked right there in front of her mom and her boyfriend. Screaming loudly, she came one more time. The feeling of her Daddy’s cock twitching violently as he shot spurt after spurt inside her was too much for her and she squirmed her ass back into him like the dirty fuckslut that she was, trying to get him in even deeper and making sure that he emptied his complete load inside her.

Finally, he let go of her hair. Crissy’s head fell forward with her cheek once again lying against the floor. She was wet with sweat and completely spent. Her Daddy’s cock still filled her ass, but he was now running his hands all along her back, her ass, over her tits, and then onto her back again to soothe her tingling flesh. His hard cock still filled her ass, but slowly he started to withdraw himself from her.

He now moved around and took a turn in front of the two girls after the other boy had moved out of the way. He waved his cock in front of Diana’s face, and she eagerly licked and sucked him clean. “Does Daddy’s cock feel good now?” Diana asked him as she looked up into his face with his cock brushing her lips. “Did you teach our little slut girl a lesson?” She sucked him into her mouth again, keeping his cock rock hard.

Reaching forward, he rubbed his hand over Diana’s sexy ass. As she sucked him hungrily, he slid a finger onto her tight asshole. She groaned as he did and he knew that there was one more thing to do tonight…. Two naughty girls had behaved badly. This one also needed to be taught the consequences of her bad behavior. It was probably no use. Just like her daughter, this one was apparently incapable of acting appropriately, but it’s what she deserved and he was going to give it to her.

Sensing his thoughts, Diana looked up at him and stopped sucking long enough to ask in an innocent little girl’s voice, “Are you going to punish me, too…. Daddy?”

Moving behind her, he entered her quickly. With a slap to her ass, the punishment began. “She’ll pay,” he thought to himself as he began fucking her. “She needs to learn….”

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