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Spring was heating up, and things were going great in my household. My wife Amanda was now about halfway through her first trimester. She had minor symptoms, but her pregnancy was proceeding normally.

My work at her family’s business was starting to become less overwhelming too. I was finishing my tour of the dealerships, and next month I would be working with Amanda’s father Anthony in the finance department.

I was continuing to meet Amanda’s Aunt Daniella weekly with the goal of impregnating her. Doctor Daniella had confided in me that if she was not pregnant in the next month, we would be going up to twice-weekly. I have to say I was rooting against my own sperm, as I was enjoying the curvy, tan beauty.

It was Friday night at our house, and Amanda was finishing some tidying up. Sunday was her birthday, and she had decided to invite her friends for a ‘girls’ weekend in’. This would also give her an opportunity to tell them she was pregnant.

As an added bonus, we were going to introduce Daniella to our fivesome after we returned from our weekly golf game. This would give Daniella a chance to ‘pick’ which girl she would take over to her house to spend the night with her and her husband, Amanda’s uncle Donny. Neither Daniella nor my wife’s friends knew of the plan, however. Amanda and I decided to keep it a secret until tomorrow.

The doorbell rang as I walked by. Amanda was upstairs, so I answered.

I barely had the door open before I was nearly tackled, a pair of pale, freckled legs wrapped around me and a pair of lips locked onto mine. I staggered backwards to recover.

Dropping to the floor, Amanda’s oldest friend Anna broke the kiss.

“Hi Anna. Nice to see you too.”

“Hey Charlie. I hope you’ve been taking your vitamins. I’ve been in a dry spell, and I have a hankering for some meat.”

“Sure. In that case, you can carry your own bag upstairs so I can rest up. Amanda is up there.”

I saw Anna was a little in awe of our house as she headed upstairs. She had grown up with Amanda, so she knew how well off my wife’s family was, but I guess she was surprised how fast we had risen. Honestly, she should be. After all, not everyone can blackmail their wife’s grandfather into two cushy jobs.

Soon after, Bonnie and Jane arrived. They had carpooled. After they got inside, I pulled Bonnie to the side. I sniffed her mouth, then her hands. Satisfied, I looked at Jane.

“Good. You followed my directions. Nothing sexual until after dinner.”

She shrugged, also looking around our new house. I sent these girls upstairs as well.

With the big house and no kids, the girls would each have their own bedroom this week. We didn’t necessarily expect them to all sleep separately; however, it would be nice for each to have their own space since we had it available.

I headed out back to fire up the grill. With the weather just warming up, this was only the second time I had used it since we bought the house. I didn’t want to take the chance of ruining dinner with a grill I was unfamiliar with, so it was just burgers tonight.

Soon the five of us were eating in our dining room. The girls were raving about the new house, and asking if we were hiring.

I had opened a bottle of wine. Amanda didn’t have a glass, which wasn’t unknown, but now the talk was flowing freely. The five of us hadn’t been together since Amanda’s ‘trial’, and while I knew the girls talked in the interim, there was still a lot to catch up on.

Finally, as dinner wore down, Amanda stood up.

“I have an announcement.”

The girls all hushed quickly and looked at her.

“I’m pregnant!”

The girls all roared, congratulating their friend and then me. As they started discussing details, I went and brought out dessert.

Baby talk dominated the talk from then on, and when they were finally finished, I could see each girl start glancing at me, as if waiting for a cue.

When I thought they had waited long enough, I stood up.

“Ladies, I know you have all been patient, and you are all eager to play. However, I am not cleaning up this mess. Amanda and I will go prepare the bed while you three do the dishes.”

Despite some light complaining about long car rides, they acquiesced quickly. With three of them, and some direction from Amanda, they made quick work of it and soon they were all upstairs.

Clothes were discarded in their own rooms, and soon there were four naked women standing around my bed who were sated in one way, but hungry in another.

“Before we start, I also have an announcement.”

“You’re pregnant too?” Anna burst out.

We all got a chuckle at that.

“No, but… nevermind. Okay, here is the deal. If you all swear yourselves that what I am about to tell you never leaves this room, I have a surprise.”

I looked at each girl and they nodded in turn.

“Tomorrow, we will have a guest playmate.”

“Who?” They all asked.

“I can’t tell you that. Well, I can tell you it is not Nicole. But I promise the new girl escort izmir will add to the fun.”

Amanda and I looked at each other, knowing that it was really an opening for Daniella to pick a girl.

“So don’t wear yourselves out tonight. In fact, after we call it quits tonight, no sex until I get back from golfing tomorrow.”

“What’s your definition of sex?” Of course it was Jane, the lawyer, who wanted to argue words.

“Don’t do anything you wouldn’t do in front of your grandparents.” I smiled back.

I was soundly booed after this. The booing only stopped after I grabbed Anna, who was closest to me, threw her on the bed, and dove into her snatch. The pale redhead, whose thin, dancer’s body was almost a twin to my wife’s, writhed in enjoyment at my attention. That broke the ice, and soon our bed was a tangle of naked limbs.

The girls were more interested in re-introducing themselves at this point than anything organized. Amanda was not interested in being fucked tonight, so I took my turns with the three other girls. As was becoming tradition, I finished by grabbing Bonnie and blowing my first load in her mouth. The smallest of the four girls quickly gulped it down, her swallows followed by an orgasm as Anna ate her out.

I took a break after that and handed out bottled water. I owed it to Daniella to not be wiped out in the morning, so I encouraged the girls to pair up after that. Anna’s white, freckled ass was looking especially fuckable as I watched, but I held back and chose to penetrate her with my fingers, plus several hard spanks.

Despite their initial energy, the girls had all worked that day and then drove out to our place, so they tired quickly. When the fun finally died down, I made them change our sheets and then kicked them out. They decided to sleep separately tonight, knowing that a big day of fun was coming.

The next morning I rolled out of bed, showered, and was on my way to the course before any of the girls woke up. Amanda was under strict orders to prevent any interactions until my return. I hoped that would hold, but knowing those four, they would push it.

After our first round went in my favor, Daniella and I didn’t compete on the course again. That was a good decision by her. Being out on the course every Saturday, plus a round or two during the week with Amanda’s grandfather Jack, one of his sons, or some other manager or VIP, had brought my golf game close to where it had been in high school.

I had also made it my mission to improve Daniella’s game, and while I think her biggest improvements were in the bedroom, her golf game was getting better too.

Today’s golf outfit was a red skirt, white top, and white visor, all tight enough to show off Daniella’s knockout body. The knockout doctor’s long black hair was down, covering her collar. The top was a zip polo, and while Daniella had it unzipped all the way, I was still disappointed with how little cleavage it showed and that there was definitely no way I could get a hand in there. So instead I kept myself entertained by seeing how many times I could get my hand under her skirt that covered less than a quarter of her long, tan legs and touch her bubble butt.

By the back nine Danny, as I now called her privately, was spending more time swatting my hands away than hitting the ball. Our flirting was continuous now as we played. Usually it stopped there, but once I had taken her on the course. We had ducked behind a tree on

5, just like we had during our first round. I wasn’t sure it was the same tree that I pinned her against this time, but I liked to think I had returned to finish what I started a couple weeks earlier.

When our round finished and we returned to the car, I told Daniella that for Amanda’s birthday, I wanted her to go into the house naked again. She complained, but got into the backseat and undressed as I drove back to our house.

When we got back, we both strolled into the house. Daniella started singing ‘Happy Birthday’, cupping her own tits to prevent them from bouncing as she strutted through our kitchen, her tall, hourglass body on display. I trailed behind, removing my cleats and hat as we went.

When she turned the corner into our living room, I could see the older woman stop and jump with an “Eeep”.

Walking up beside her and placing my arm around her bare waist, I found my wife and her three friends sitting in the living room, playing cards.

Surprisingly, they were all fully dressed, although Jane’s tit was hanging out of her loose tank-top.

I saw three jaws drop, and my wife’s face break into a laughing grin that matched my own.

“Ohmigod I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you had company.” Daniella turned to leave, but found her way blocked by my arm. Putting my other hand on her elbow, I half-pushed her into the living room.

“Ladies, you remember my wife’s lovely aunt Daniella. She is my regular Saturday morning golf partner.”

I let my words hang in the air as the girls all nodded.

“And after our morning twosome, we izmir escort bayan come back here and make it an afternoon threesome.”

Three jaws that had dropped once and recovered now dropped again.

“But today Daniella is here to make it a six-some.”

I saw three more faces start to smile now. Everyone liked a fresh face to play with, not that anything had grown stale.

“Why don’t you four go up to the big guest room and get ready? Danny and I will be up in a minute.”

As the girls pounded up the stairs, I turned to my wife’s aunt. My hands went to her bare hips. She was still shocked by this turn of events, I could see.

“My wife and her friends have been sexually involved with each other since college. For her birthday, Amanda asked them all here for the weekend. Just like with us, the only rules are that Amanda and I don’t play without the other knowing, and no one plays unless I give the go-ahead.”

The normally chatty Daniella simply nodded.

“I told them someone was coming, but didn’t tell them who. Now that you are here, I expect you to keep this secret, just like we are keeping yours.”

Daniella nodded again.

“Now, I told the girls no sex until I got back, so they are all raring to go I am sure. I promise that my primary task will be to try again to knock you up, but I can’t promise you much more than that. With you being the new girl, I am sure everyone will want a turn.”

With that, I touched Daniella on the small of the back again, and led her upstairs.

When we got to the big guest room, which Anna claimed last night, I found the girls paired up in 69s on the bed. Anna saw us first, and jumped off Bonnie to come and take Daniella’s hand.

“Hi, I’m Anna. We met at the wedding.” With that the lithe redhead kissed Daniella on the lips, and then dropped to her knees, heading for the taller, darker woman’s lightly haired snatch.

Daniella was surprised by Anna’s quick escalation, and closed her muscular legs quickly, preventing access.

“You girls don’t mess around, do you?” She asked, clearly a little uncomfortable with the amount of lesbian sex going on in front of her.

“No, they don’t,” I said. “Anna, why don’t we let Danny get comfortable first.”

With that, I sat in a chair on the side of the room, and pulled the curvy medicine woman into my lap.

We kissed some, and I played with her body as we watched the younger women go at it.

After a couple minutes, Daniella finally spoke again:

“They are all of her bridesmaids, aren’t they?”

I nodded. “Them and Nicole.”

“And they have been doing this since college?”

“Anna and Amanda since high school.”

“And you are okay with this?”

“I was not happy when I found out about it. Some of it was… behind my back. But we all reached an understanding, and now I get to play with three other women, and my wife encourages it and loves it just as much as I do.”

Daniella was silent now. As I finished speaking, my wife climbed on top of Jane. My wife’s long, light brown hair was down over her shoulders. Her thin body easily contorted to get a better angle on top of her larger friend.

At this point in the pregnancy, I hadn’t noticed any changes in Amanda’s body. She still had the same trim figure on her 5’6″ frame, capped by a pair of A-cups and cute butt that was currently grinding all of her friend’s face.

As we watched, Daniella and my touching had escalated, and soon I was jilling her clit while she slowly stroked my cock. Then, without words, she simply lifted her body off me, straddled my lap facing away, and dropped on slowly, impaling herself.

I leaned forward and kissed her neck as she bounced up and down. The gorgeous doctor’s hands went to her own breasts, kneading the flesh and caressing her nipples. She started to moan now, her pleasure rising.

I looked over my athletic dance partner to see that all of the faces in the room were at least half-watching us. I moved my hands to my wife’s aunt’s ribs, helping her bounce now. When she really got going, her hands moved from her breasts to my knees, letting the other girls see her round D-cups bounce in rhythm with our fucking.

Daniella came now loudly, freezing at the top of our pattern. I saw the rest of the girls were watching in rapt attention. I froze, dick buried in her bronze pussy. When her muscles relaxed, I lifted her athletic body off me.

Dropping to the carpet, I pushed Daniella down on her stomach so her face and chest were against the floor, her bubble butt sticking up prominently. Re-entering my new claim, I pounded away at her again.

Knowing that all eyes were on us, plus knowing this was going to happen all day, plus the fact that Daniella was gorgeous all conspired against me, and I emptied my cum into her waiting hole.

When I was done, I sat back into the chair, and Daniella rolled over onto her back.

Bonnie, ever diligent, came over and started to suck my dick. I was so out of it that I didn’t react when she turned around izmir escortlar to suck on Daniella.

Again the good doctor’s legs snapped shut. All three of us froze for a second.

Knowing that I couldn’t let the fact that I was trying to impregnate my wife’s aunt get out, I then lied to my wife’s best friend.

“Sorry Bonnie. Daniella’s still new to this. She can keep this load, okay?”

The tiny brunette nodded, and moved back to the bed. The girls had rotated, so Bonnie quickly joined my wife, who kissed her, tasting us both.

I took a break at this point, providing some refreshments as the girls took a break from their carnal snacks.

The girls asked some light questions of Daniella, but stayed away from the obvious “Why are you cheating on your husband?”

When Daniella stepped down the hall to pee, I waited until I heard her flush and then intercepted her in the hallway.

Pulling her close in an embrace, I kissed her neck. Her tan, athletic body was very sexy. Nothing sagged, nothing loose, just tightness all over her golden skin.

“Okay Danny, now I have a surprise for you.”

My wife’s aunt looked up at me, listening intently.

“As a thank you to your husband, I am going to send one of these girls home with you today. Do what you want with her, and we will pick her up in the morning.”

Daniella’s jaw dropped now. She clearly wasn’t expecting this.

“You don’t have to decide now. But I do expect you to… interact… with each girl. They all have their own talents.”

I stroked Daniella’s nipple as I said this. She nodded in response.

“Amanda even told them to bring a costume, so we can send her all dressed up. But don’t tell the girls. I want it to be a surprise at the end.”

My newest fuck-buddy nodded again. I kissed her neck and cheek again, then took her hand and walked her back in.

“Look what I found wandering the halls. Who wants her first?”

Three hands shot up, so I decided to have them go in the same order I originally did.

“Bonnie is first. Bonnie, show her what a good box muncher you are.”

With that, I led Danny to the bed, where Bonnie met her. Bonnie came up for a kiss, tentatively but confidently. The brunette and black-haired girls tilted their heads and kissed, and their hands started to roam each other.

While Daniella wasn’t as eager with other women as the other girls, she didn’t shy away, and soon she was on her back, Bonnie’s face buried in her crotch.

I took the opportunity to re-acquaint myself with Jane’s ass. The curvy black girl put her face into the bed as I pounded her from behind, her big breasts pinned to the sheet as my body slapped against her from behind.

Jane had not been with a man since the trial, so she was really getting into my fucking. I didn’t have long though, as Bonnie got Daniella off in record time.

Amanda pulled her best friend off of her aunt, giving the good doctor a minute to rest.

Switching partners, Anna plopped down next to Daniella. Personality-wise, Anna was closest to Danny. Both were smart, and quick-witted, but the older woman possessed the filter that Anna claimed to lack.

They chatted for a minute, and then started touching each other. I called out ‘breasts, her breasts’ and watched the black-haired beauty fondle the redhead’s nipples. Anna was silent after that, enjoying the touch.

While this all went on, Bonnie had moved over and started sucking my dick. The tiny brunette had come a long way from the girl I had sent home with her pussy full of my cum almost a year ago. She was still very submissive, but she wasn’t tentative. I finally pulled her off of me and spun her around.

Pulling her arms back behind her, I pounded into the smallest of the girls. Normally Bonnie was silent, but something about this position touched her, and she was more vocal than usual, her sounds cut off each time my body slammed into her ass.

Anna and Danny had moved into a 69 now, the pale redhead straddling the taller woman. I watched, then reached out to grab Anna’s perfect pale ass.

My wife giggled and did the same, both of us kneading her ass-flesh. Finally I got bold and stuck my finger into Anna’s ass. That put the redhead over the edge, and she gritted out an orgasm before collapsing off of Daniella, temporarily useless.

Amanda used the occasion to check on her aunt, cuddling her close. Daniella must have complained about not getting off, because my wife quickly took over, her fingers a blur over her aunt’s clit as she made the older woman cum again.

As Daniella recovered a second time, I pulled out of Bonnie. Asking Amanda what she wanted next, she chose Bonnie to eat her out. Originally I planned to keep fucking Bonnie, but Anna came over to me, asking if she could have the same.

Never wanting to turn down the sight of Anna’s ass split by my cock, I pulled out of Bonnie. The tiny brunette was nice enough to clean my cock before I entered the lithe redhead from behind.

As Bonnie settled into a 69 with my wife, Jane settled in next to Daniella. I saw them chat for a minute, before Daniella simply got up and sat on Jane’s face. Surprised that the black lawyer didn’t object to this, I watched as the gorgeous doctor rode Jane’s dark face.

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Part III: Shy Sarah

Introduction: The Blue Dragon Sex Club was a group of friends who met every Monday night for recreational lovemaking. Tamara and her boyfriend Eric, Dana and her lover Curtis, and occasional invited guests enjoyed finding new sexual games to play. On this particular Monday evening…

* * * * *

The first thing Curtis noticed when he arrived at Tamara’s house for the weekly get together was the new furniture. Another chair and a futon had been added to the furnished basement that had become the home of the Blue Dragon Sex Club. Tamara and her boyfriend Eric, also part of the group, had been shopping the past week, trying to make the room more “orgy friendly.”

Tonight was a big night. For the first time, a fifth person was going to join the group and their festivities. Sarah was a friend of Dana’s who was visiting from out of town. After meeting socially over dinner two nights ago, Dana had consulted the other three members of the Blue Dragons and they had given their approval to issue the invitation. Part of the club rules were no surprise guests- everyone had to approve any visitors.

Sarah was in her early thirties. Her shoulder length brown hair topped a plain but not unattractive face. She arrived with Dana, having had everything explained to her. That was another club agreement- guests were to understand in advance what the evening was going to be about. No one wanted to embarrass anyone or be embarrassed. That was part of what made the whole Blue Dragon idea cool- it was consenting adults doing only what they were comfortable with. No pressure, no awkwardness.

Despite that intent, Sarah was definitely uneasy. As the four regulars disrobed, she moved very slowly, obviously having second thoughts. Everyone sensed it. Although Dana was her friend and Sarah had met Curtis several times before, it was Tamara who took charge.

“Sarah, look you don’t have to get undressed right now. If you’d just like to kick back and have a snack and some wine, you can just watch for a while,” the pretty blonde hostess said in as reassuring tone as she could muster.

“Right,” Curtis added. “You know, just take things slow. I think if you just relax and have a few glasses of wine, that would be cool.” Everyone agreed, trying to soothe her anxiety.

Red-faced, Sarah smiled. “Sorry, but I am a bit nervous. This is the first time I’ve ever done anything like this. Thanks everyone, maybe I will just sort of edge into it.” As the others finished undressing, the newcomer stripped down to her bra and panties but no further. She took a seat in one of the chairs and began to fortify herself with a glass of wine.

Tamara was at the stereo setting up some “mood music” when she felt two arms slide around her waist. She was a bit taken aback when she realized it was not Eric, but Curtis. He whispered into her ear. “Eric and I talked it over and decided we’d change the starting line-ups this week. You know, like you’re always sayin’- keep it exciting. Is that okay?”

Tamara turned to face him. “Yeah, oh yeah, by all means let’s keep it exciting,” she said as their lips met.

Eric and Dana had already claimed the futon, which had been placed on the floor for this evening’s fun. As they lay there, they embraced and kissed, running fingers through each other’s short black hair. Eric slowly moved his mouth down her body to suck on Dana’s istanbul travesti breasts. He alternately sucked and licked her huge melons, as his right hand started to explore between her legs.

Sarah was watching intently as Eric and her friend writhed on the floor. She thought Eric was very hot. His features were almost what one might describe as a “pretty boy,” but Sarah didn’t mind pretty boys at all. And Dana. She had known her for a long time, but now seeing naked, seeing her doing this. Sarah thought her friend was very hot too!

As she studied Eric and Dana, Sarah could feel herself getting hot. She gradually slid her right hand into her panties and began rubbing herself. Her motions were slow and deliberate, so that the others wouldn’t notice. After a while, she mentally laughed to herself and thought how silly she was being. These people are having sex right in front of me, she thought; like they care if I’m over here in the corner fingering myself.

Tamara had now moved into one of the other lounge chairs, and had each leg slung over a chair arm. Curtis was licking and finger fucking her shaven pussy. His tongue and mouth caressed her clit as his large fingers explored her twat. Eyes closed, Tamara was stroking her small, firm boobs and running her hand over his hair as he worked his magic.

Sarah had now removed her bra and was continuing to rub her crotch underneath her blue panties. She alternated from watching Eric and Dana (Eric was now on top of Dana, pumping her hard with her legs wrapped around him) and Curtis and Tamara (Tamara was in the middle of a series of mini-orgasms as Curtis sucked on her).

Sarah had been right about Tam; she had come several times. Ever the hostess though, not to mention the de facto head of the Blue Dragons, Tamara had noticed their guest “loosening up” on the sidelines. The blonde leaned forward to Curtis and said something softly to him. He nodded, got on his feet, and headed in the direction of the bathroom.

Tamara toweled off, then went over to where Sarah was, under the pretext of getting a glass of wine. The brown hair woman had now removed her panties and was standing next the wine shelf, pouring herself another glass.

“Are you doing okay?” asked Tamara. “I don’t mean to embarrass you, but I couldn’t help noticing you were getting into it a little there.”

Sarah blushed. “Well, it’s kind of hard not to. You guys are all so hot. Makes me feel a tad self-conscious.”

“No reason to. You’re a very attractive woman. You have a nice body.”

“Thanks. You too.”

Tamara took a large gulp of wine. “You know, I was going to send Curtis over here to seduce you into the action, then I reconsidered. He’s a pretty well hung guy, and I thought the sight of that big stiff Johnson coming in your direction might scare you off,” she joked with a wink of the eye.

Sarah laughed, and Tamara placed her free hand on her guest’s arm. “That’s better. Laughing is good. Shows you’re having a good time, and that’s what all of this is about.”

“Thanks Tamara,” Sarah said sincerely. “I appreciate your kindness. And by the way, I love big stiff Johnsons.” The two laughed, and both took sips from their glasses. Curtis had returned and was putting different music on the stereo. Eric and Dana had disappeared for the time being, to the bathroom Tam guessed.

Sarah got a more serious expression istanbul travestileri on her face and continued. “Actually though, when Dana invited me tonight, I really didn’t know why I accepted the invitation. I think watching you all though, I’ve figured it out. The thing is, not only have I never done anything like this with a group before, I’ve never done anything with another woman before. I’ve always been, you know, curious. Dana’s been my friend for so long, but I didn’t want to hit on her…”

Tamara smiled at her, then took both of their wineglasses and placed them on the shelf. “Would you mind?” Sarah asked timidly.

“Hey, it’s not everyday I get to make it with a pretty thing like you,” answered Tamara as she embraced Sarah and kissed her, first on the cheek, then on the lips, then opened mouthed with extra tongue.

The two of them took over the empty floor futon and were locked in a passionate kiss when Dana and Eric returned. “Looks like somebody has relaxed,” Dana said to Curtis.

“Shit yeah,” Curt replied. “How ’bout you? You ready to go another round?”

Dana smiled and placed her hand on Curt’s swelling cock. “Shit yeah,” she said as she led him to one of the couches. Eric grabbed a glass of wine and settled in to play voyeur for a while.

Sarah and Tamara were both on their knees, kissing and exploring each other’s skin. Tamara was intrigued with Sarah’s breasts. They were not that large, a bit bigger than Tam’s but nowhere near the mass of Dana’s. The thing that peaked Tamara’s interest however was the size of her nipples. For normal proportioned boobs, Sarah’s nipples were very large. On each tit, the areola was oversized and very dark brown. It wasn’t exactly freakish, but unusual, and most definitely a turn on for Tam.

Both girls groped at each other, embracing, kissing, licking. Tamara gave a lot of attention to Sarah’s tits, sucking and licking her large dark nipples. Sarah reached down to place her hand between Tam’s legs. Tenderly she stroked the patch of hair above Tamara’s pussy, eventually working her fingers down into the hairless slit itself.

In time, Tamara stopped the things- just to reposition their bodies. She gently eased her new carnal friend onto her back, and the dark haired blonde arranged herself so that her face was in Sarah’s crotch. Lovingly she inserted one finger, then two, then three, then her tongue. Sarah twisted and groaned with delight. Tam worked without hesitation, knowing that this girl had plenty of orgasms in her for the long night ahead. No need to nurse this one.

As Tamara ate Sarah, Dana and Curtis were climaxing on the other side of the room. As they recovered and went to get something to drink, Dana was pleased to see Sarah enjoying herself. Eric had been watching the action and had a substantial erection.

“Why don’t you put that thing to good use on one of them?” Dana asked, motioning to his stiff rod.

“I’m going to, but it’s not time yet,” he said under his breath. “If I blundered in there now, Tam would have my nuts. She’ll give me the signal.” The three of them were now the audience for this splendid show.

Tamara now stood up and straddled Sarah, then helped the brunette sit up. Sarah was now face to face with Tam’s crotch. “Time for you to taste it,” said Tam, in a commanding voice. Tamara opened her stance a bit, reached down with her left hand and spread travesti istanbul her cunt lips open.

Sarah delayed for a split second, steadying herself with her hands on Tamara’s hips. As Tam held her pussy open with her fingers, Sarah moved close, placing her nose at the opening. She took a single large breath, inhaling the smell of female love deeply. She then drew her right index finger forward and slowly placed in inside Tam, as deeply as she could. Drawing it out, she put it in her own mouth, sucking and licking it as though it was a lover’s cock.

The spectators loved those moves. Eric almost shot his wad and quickly decided he needed another glass of wine. Curtis and Dana grabbed each other and kissed. “I hope Sarah comes to visit more often,” thought Dana to herself. Little did she know that Curtis was thinking roughly the same thing.

Sarah now enthusiastically dove into the muff in front of her. As she licked, Tam maneuvered her body to press her crotch down harder on Sarah’s mouth. After a few minutes of this and before she herself came, Tamara motioned Eric to join them, telling him to lie down beside the two fevered women.

“I think we should continue things on top of Eric,” Tamara suggested.

“Sounds delicious,” smiled Sarah as the two mounted Tamara’s boyfriend. Tam positioned her crotch over Eric’s mouth. Sarah faced the other girl and slowly slid herself over the black-haired man’s throbbing dick. She was so excited and wet, no lubricant was need. Eric howled with delight as he felt Sarah’s moist pussy engulf his staff. Tamara silenced him by dropping her own soaked cunt over his mouth. He got the message and began to lick.

As Eric’s tongue lapped at Tamara, Sarah rode his pole with a vengeance. Eric concentrated hard on his pussy eating so as not to come too fast. One of the things that Tamara loved about her man was his staying power. Tam leaned forward and grabbed Sarah’s tits, massaging them and sucking on her large nipples.

Eric and Tamara had made love often enough to develop a “sixth sense” about each other’s bodies. Eric gave his girlfriend a little tap on the leg, and she knew he couldn’t last much longer. Tamara signaled Sarah to stop and dismount, which she reluctantly did.

“Let’s finish this off together, shall we?” said Tamara as she swung her face down to Eric pelvic region. Sarah grinned and made an agreeing “uh-huh.”

Eric’s blood-gorged member looked like it might break if it was touched. He would probably be considered a man with average endowment, but this cock would have been the envy of any male. Tamara could never remember seeing him this large. It almost made her jealous, and would have if she hadn’t been having such a good time. The smell and taste of Sarah’s love juices smeared on Eric’s manhood just served to further excite her.

The two women were lying on each side of him, and they both began to lick. Tam had secured the base of his rod with her right hand, and every few licks she would bring it toward herself so she could completely take him into her mouth. Then, she would tilt him toward Sarah who would smile and place him totally in her mouth, drawing off of him slowly for full effect. It was like two girls sharing an ice cream cone.

It didn’t take long for this cone to melt however. “Here I come,” grunted Eric as he blasted semen high into the air. Both girls stroked him to completion and gave him a final lick; their lips meeting above Eric’s spent tool.

Reaching for the back of her head, Tamara brought Sarah’s face to hers and gave her a long, deep, wet kiss. “Sarah, welcome to the Blue Dragons,” Tam purred.

To Be Continued…

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The wheels of the airliner screeched against the runway, bounced and then screeched again. The sudden pressure of the stop tightened the seatbelts against the waists of the travelers.

Mrs. Mower startled awake in the cramped seat, her hips aching where the armrests had pressed into them throughout the flight. As the plane stopped at its gate, Mrs. Mower shook her mind awake. She pushed her son’s wobbly head from her shoulder. The boy was still deep in sleep. He and his classmates had been rambunctious before and after takeoff, but in a few hours over the Atlantic Ocean, most of them had collapsed. Mrs. Mower dreaded them waking up full of energy and excitement.

She knew the kids would be pumped, and there would be no break as a chaperone of twenty-five young teenagers. This was just the start of a five-day, whirlwind trip to Paris and back.

She checked her smartwatch. 5 in the evening, Paris time.

Twisting to stretch, she immediately glanced toward Orlando. He was already standing to get his bags. This was the first time she had seen him and he had seen her in real life. For weeks, she had enjoyed reminiscing about their one-time, midnight rendezvous. A dirty thought crossed her mind. Knowing men, after sleep, they can wake up happy. Was he stiff after his sleep?

Glancing, nothing was detectable at the moment. Mrs. Mower’s mind meandered further. She wondered if she could coax his cock from several rows away. She reached higher than necessary into the overhead compartment. She hoped his eyes would outline her contours. From her shoulders to her heavy breasts, along her waist and to the ass she had been toning, despite the closed gym. In her position, however, she thought about all other eyes on the plane. She straightened herself. She had packed her ass into workout pants, leaving little more than a color as covering. The students didn’t need to see that.

However, her bag hadn’t loosened from the overhead compartment. She daintily tried to wiggle the bag free from the cramped space.

“Let me help you with that,” a man said.

She turned to him.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Greg. Darren’s my son.” He pulled down her bag.

He had a cute butt. “I’m Mrs. …”

“Mower, yes. It’s nice to meet you in person. I’ve heard you’re a great teacher. You know your calculus.” He smiled.

“An important subject.”

She noticed his sly eyes, making her wonder about this trip to Paris. This would be an aching weekend, on several fronts.

She might be in need sooner than she planned.

On the bus, the students had their noses pressed against the windows as the Eiffel Tower came closer and became brighter in the dark sky. Soon the twenty-five students and the chaperones arrived at the Hôtel de la Tour Eiffel. She didn’t expect to be so close to the centerpiece of Paris.

The bus was barely able to drive down Rue de l’Exposition to the hotel, because the road was so tight. When getting off the bus, students essentially flooded from the bottom step of the bus directly into the lobby.

After unloading bags and divvying out suitcases, the students went to their assigned rooms. Mrs. Mower was assigned to Room No. 6, on the floor with all the girls.

She corralled the young ladies onto their floor. But before unpacking her things, she had to grab some personal items for several absent-minded girls.

The bell on the elevator pinged, and her pulse suddenly rushed when she saw Orlando standing in the elevator. She was befuddled and couldn’t think of something to say.

He eased her. “Got a few forgetful kids who need more supplies?”

“Many of them.”

He was twisting Mrs. Mower’s thoughts. This man had thrilled her that one midnight. She had watched him stroke his dick. It was lusciously thick and long. It had been deep, dark red with intensity and stimulation. She recalled seeing his taut waist and a thick patch of dark hair. A full-blooded man.

“These kids are so unprepared, but that’s Paris for you.” He glanced up at the antique hand that was moving. “Paris twists minds, makes people punch-drunk. They do things here, all sorts of things.”

Mrs. Mower gulped. Orlando had read perfectly what Paris was doing to her. She tried to steady herself, as her mind and body continued to be twisted.

He winked cunningly at her. His lips stretched into a grin. “The City of Love is conducive to love-making.”

A heat wave rushed up and down her spine, making her stiff. Her cheeks flushed. A familiar warmth flooded down to the base of her neck. It tightened her throat. The feeling was the same when Mr. and Mrs. Simon and her husband were climbing over her body and kissing everywhere.

Mrs. Mower wanted to say more, but she still couldn’t think of anything witty. Orlando was so easy to talk to through Zoom. She never expected it to be so when they first met in person.

The elevator’s soft ping broke Mrs. Mower’s haze. To her surprise, Orlando took her hand. He placed a key in Mrs. Mower’s hand and closed istanbul travesti it with a gentle squeeze. “Anytime, come see me. No. 12. It’s where I’m staying.”

He leaned to her ear, and said, “I’ll be up.”

He stepped off the elevator.

She watched him walk away. His back was to her, but she gave him a twinkle of a wave as the doors closed.

More than three hours later, the teenage girls had settled as much as they would for the night, so Mrs. Mower slipped away to her room. She was sharing the room with Misty McGuire, a history teacher who was cute and young. Silvery-green eyes and blond hair. Word was that Misty was a “TILF.” It was a term Mrs. Mower had recently heard gossiped in the hallways of school. She didn’t know Misty well but was looking for the right opportunity to bring up the subject. Mrs. Mower was unsure if other teachers liked being a bonified TILF, like she did, or if they thought it was humiliating and degrading to them and all women.

Misty was in bed reading Gone With The Wind when Mrs. Mower came in.

“Ready for this trip? It’s going to be a wild ride,” Mrs. Mower said.

“I am as ready as I’ll ever be.”

Just then, they heard a screech next door.

“I was hoping to be a tourist with some kids to watch. Now though, I think I’m doomed to be a nanny,” Mrs. Mower said.

“Let me nanny for a moment.” Misty giggled, and set down her book. She slid her feet into slippers and headed to the door. Mrs. Mower liked her quiet body, soft, small. A body that would make innocence shine in the night.

Mrs. Mower slipped into a gray knit sweater dress—easy access—and a pair of gray Nikes. Before leaving, she undid her bra and tossed it on her bed. One less hindrance for Orlando.

Stepping into the hallway, Misty was still settling the girls, so Mrs. Mower opted to offer a little help, despite the agitation inside her that Orlando had already quelled and could quench.

However, the girls were talking and yelling, giggling and dancing. That night, the bubbly ones kept Mrs. Mower from visiting Orlando’s room.

The next day, while sailing down the River Seine, Mrs. Mower’s mind was lost in the alluring sights and sounds of the capital of France. She felt a soft pat on her butt. She spun, ready to slap someone. But she saw Orlando.

“Missed you last night.” He rested his elbows on the railing of the boat, barely touching her arm.

She saw his eyes drawing the contours of the Victorian era buildings. Her eyes contoured the breeze ruffling his black hair, heavy eyebrows, arched nose, chin, his thick neck that was lost in the shirt’s sharp white collar.

She fumbled out the reason for missing it. “The girls, they didn’t settle down until late. I fell asleep before they did—at least I think I did.”

Orlando didn’t turn to her. “I had to alleviate myself but I had to wait until Greg, my roommate, dozed off.”

“Did it take long?”

“For him to get to sleep or me to get off?”

Mrs. Mower was not expecting that response. She stifled a sudden giggle, which turned into an uncontrollable laugh.

“Didn’t take me long. We’re both Americans in Paris.”

After settling the laughter, she felt giddy and proud at once, knowing she had such sway over him. As much sway, maybe, as the City of Love. Orlando notices two boys readying themselves to jump to see if they touch the bridge their boat was about to cruise under.

“Time to nanny,” he said. “Try to come by tonight. Be ready with a reason though. In case Greg answers.” He patted her hand.

She gave that same twinkle of a wave as she had the night before in the elevator.

The group went to the Montparnasse Tower for a panoramic view of Paris, and the day of sightseeing ended by visiting Notre Dame and Sacré-Cœur.

In the Paris Metro car, Greg sat down next to Mrs. Mower.

“My feet hurt,” he said, leaning back on the seat. “Paris has already worn me out. How about you? Got enough stamina for Paris?”

She smiled back. She put on her more formal teacher front. She had noticed his cute butt on the plane but still he was Darren’s dad, first and foremost.

“This has been a very informative trip. The city is more than I anticipated.”

“Coming from a math teacher, I am impressed.”

“From a math teacher, what do you mean?” She could easily have allowed herself to be offended. But she had learned being and staying offended is hard work.

“Trigonometry, the study of the angles of triangles. Calculus, the mathematics of continuous change. Geometry, shapes, distances, size. And algebra, arranging life in an intelligible equation. Paris may be the city of mathematics.”

“Very well put. You broke down Paris in an understandable form.”

“X plus Y equals …”

She was confused as to what to say. “Not very sure in terms of Parisian lights and sounds.”

“Then we should talk about it together while we’re here. Mathematics and philosophy and art. No chaperoning.”

She took a more intricate istanbul travestileri look-see at Darren’s dad. Maybe the teacher façade could be hung up. She was a chaperone now, not as much a teacher. Indeed, she thought this could be more than a school trip.

“That would be nice.”

With her answer, she questioned whether she was reading too much into Greg’s proposal. Only coffee and discussion. Or was it more? These initial overtures were often hard to gauge for her. It may have been her overanalyzing. She knew though that Orlando had dirtied her mind, so the simplest comment meant much more. Maybe Paris was dirtying her mind too.

“I’ll check the schedule for any downtime,” Greg offered.

Before he could say more, the train arrived at their departure.

“Time to corral the herd.” He stood, acted like he had tipped his cowboy hat, and slipped away. A man from the Wild, Wild West in Paris.

The hotel lobby doors slid open a moment later. She knew they were chaperones again. No longer intrigued adults volleying for potential trysts.

Later that evening, the students were settled and only talking lightly. Paris had worn them out, like the city had worn out Greg’s feet. Such a victory, nevertheless, came with its own casualties. Mrs. Mower was tired. Yet her deep insides ached with a heat but more than her feet ached when she remembered Orlando was close by. A floor away and likely waiting for her to show up that night.

“Karen,” Misty said, seeming to have just remembered something, “this was under the door for you. It may have been for a different room. I didn’t understand it. But whoever it’s for, they’re wanted in Room No. 23 at 2300.” Misty handed her the note.

The handwriting was scribble.

“Kids may have tricks up their sleeves. Beware and don’t become prey.” Misty slipped into the bathroom with her toiletry bag and bathrobe.

This was not a note from a high school boy, or girl. The handwriting was too professionally sloppy. And these kids didn’t know military time. Orlando, you are crazy, she thought. She pressed the note to her chest in excitement. Her smartwatch showed 10. She had an hour to hurry up and wait.

She slipped into her long, knit sweater dress and Nikes. She didn’t get to show it to him last night. It and the shoes could give her a more solid reason for being out of her room than wearing slippers and a teddy. Still she left off her bra again. Easy in, easy out.

She left the key to room No. 12 under her pillow. “I’ll be back soon, Misty,” she called.

The elevator pinged and the door slid open. Greg was there.

“Mrs. Mower, you’re out. Going for a walk in the Parisian night?”

She was thunderstruck and muddled an answer. “Just for a quick picture of the tower. I can’t get a good shot from my window.” She curse when she said it. She would have avoided any divergence from Orlando’s special room if she would have anything related to nannying kids.

“Mind if I come along?” he asked.

“Sure,” she said, her voice wobbling.

The hand above the elevator moved away from the floor she wanted to get to.

She tried to wrap her arms around her breasts to keep them from swaying, making it obvious she was braless. Outside, the cool night breeze snaked up her legs and tickled her pining pussy.

“Lovely, isn’t it?” Greg took his eyes off the tower to look into her eyes.

She noticed they were green under the streetlights. More than the color, they had a distinctness. He wanted more, Mrs. Mower thought. His proposed meeting at a café would be a step to his main intension. Mrs. Mower was not opposed to men who knew what they wanted.

She lifted her phone to grab the picture when she noticed him lick his lips. His eyes had glided across her chest and down her legs to the Nikes.

“We chose a great hotel,” she answered finally.

“The walls are somewhat thin.”

She laughed. “What have you heard?”

“I uh … I will let your mind wander.”

A breeze swept by. “It’s chilly. Time to go back.”

To her surprise, he put his arm around her and gave a gentle squeeze. Maybe to offer warmth on a cool night. Maybe not.

With the squeeze, her breasts pressed together and slowly broadened like balloons. His mouth oozed a sweet sound. The same as hers when she saw chocolate.

He led her inside to the elevator. They pressed buttons for different floors. While rising she was twirling in excitement. She always loved the attention of men and a new man was a thrill, a thrill to any woman, assuring her about her evident beauty.

Standing there heat burned beneath her dress despite the cold. Her nipples had hardened and were ready for thick lips and a wet mouth.

She checked her watch. 2310. Would Orlando be there or given up his post?

A soft knock and the door opened into a grand room, the curtains spread wide with the city lights gleaming on the floor.

Without a word, they hugged each other and kissed deeply. She felt his strong travesti istanbul hands slide through her hair and tug back her head. His tongue sought out hers. Her tongue touched his gently and escaped, like a little girl playing tag. She would be caught. Her hands pulled up his shirt to reveal the waist and chest that had been her image of stimulation since that night. She would not even let her husband trim the hair on his chest. Her hands now were roving through the dark forest. She tweaked his nipples and he jumped and covered them. She giggled as he rubbed the unexpected pinches. He grabbed and lifted her over his shoulder. She was laughing and slapping, until he heaved her onto the tall bed. She grabbed the waist band of his shorts and pulled his close.

“I’ve waited and waited to see you in person. I have not waited so long for one dick.” She reached into his shorts and felt the abundance, strong and ready.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” she warned.

“My roommate will be wondering about me soon. Just fuck me hard. I need it so bad.”

Orlando’s hands disappeared under her dress and she felt their roughness rub up her thick thighs. They dragged along the curvature of her waist and torso, and then grip her tits. In his play, he raised her dress to expose her nakedness to the lights of Paris shining through the opened windows. Soon her body was uncovered except her face, which was covered with the dress.

Meanwhile, his cock was aligning itself with her pussy. She felt, more intimately than his kneading hands, the tip of his penis brushed the folds of her sex. The hardness swept by, this time waking her clit. She twitched and the large head of Orlando’s long-desired cock passed into her. She gasped and gripped the blanket.

“Fuck me hard, hard!” she gave a muffled shout through the cloth.

Orlando obeyed gladly. He rammed her deeply. She immediately felt his balls slap on her ass cheeks. Her body tightened and her teeth clenched. She could not open her eyes because of the sensations. They connected in their bodily twists and thrusts. Her breasts twirled around and around in circles as he rocked her. She tried to grab them so they wouldn’t hit her chin, but her arms were trapped by her dress.

Orlando grunted once and she recognized it as the same huff as she heard through their e-meeting.

She urged him. “Cum good for me. All over me, daddy.”

He said nothing but it worked. He simply drove deeper, spreading her wide and making her pussy swell so as to trap him as best as possible. He grunted again and then followed by other raw sounds. He then said, “Shit, shit, shit. I’m about to …”

He pulled out his glistening dick, and she felt a hot spray land on her stomach and tits. He rolled over. She maneuvered herself from the binds of her dress. When he head appeared, her hair was bedraggled and her forehead was glistening with a soft perspiration.

“I want more and I’ll need a cigarette after,” she whimpered, while drawing an O in the load he had blasted onto her torso.

“As you wish.” He started to move but she stopped him with a giggle. “We need to get back.”

“Right. 2300 tomorrow.”

She wiped a bunch of his runny goo onto the bedspread. She stood and shuffled her dress to seem more presentable.

“My roommate is going to ask where I’ve been, so I need to get back,” Mrs. Mower said. She placed a kiss on his heavy lips.

“Tomorrow, please.”

He nodded.

Mrs. Mower delicately pushed open the door to room No. 6. The lights were off. She tiptoed into the bathroom and almost made it.

“Where have you been?”

She cursed. Misty was awake.

“Just a little time in Paris.”

“Outside?”

“I have some great pics. A great night.”

“I saw Orlando go into No. 23.”

Mrs. Mower paused. She went silent.

“Then I saw you go in after 2300.”

“You were checking?”

“I was making sure you weren’t being tricked by some crazy teenager. A quick pic by a student and you could be in a world of embarrassment.”

“I’ll tell you. He tricked me.” She forced a laugh. Her hand was gripping the door handle to the bathroom.

“Tricked you, hmm.” She clicked on the light over her bed. Mrs. Mower saw the face of a teacher scorned. “I heard you enjoying his ‘trick’. Or should I say ‘dick’?”

Mrs. Mower gasped. Her body tightened and her face flushed.

“Nothing to say?”

She only went into the bathroom. Misty hopped out of bed and made it to the door before Mrs. Mower could close and lock it.

“How was it?” Misty asked.

No answer, only Mrs. Mower bracing against the door.

“How was it fucking Jacob’s dad? Tell me, Karen. I want details, details.”

Mrs. Mower was surprised by the last comments. She opened the door. She wanted to talk about the night’s adventure.

Misty stepped in, wearing running shorts and a tight sports bra. Her taut stomach and her lean legs bare.

Mrs. Mower kicked off her Nikes and pulled the knit dress over her head.

“Is that … on you?” She pointed to the dried cum on Mrs. Mower’s stomach.

She put her hand under the faucet and wiped water over the dried gook.

“He knew right what to do.”

She flicked on the shower water and let it heat up.

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Part III — A Reconciliation

Amber woke me up with a light kiss on the lips. We were still naked and damp from the night before. She smiled and gazed into my eyes.

“Last night was perfect. Thank you for everything.”

I felt a rush of guilt rush over me. I cheated on my wife. Even though she had just cheated on me, I wasn’t able to stop myself from feeling bad for fucking Amber. I felt anger towards her, even though she hadn’t done anything.

“is everything ok?”

“I cheated on my wife.”

She stared at me blankly, “but she cheated on you first.”

Her voice trembled a bit and I could see she was getting upset.

“Yeah, but two wrongs don’t make a right. Yesterday was a lot. Last night was special and you are a doll. I just shouldn’t have…”

“No, I shouldn’t have. It’s my fault. I just…”

“Stop it Amber. You did nothing wrong. You had no responsibility to my wife in this scenario. You didn’t coerce or force me into anything. We both felt the connection and I was the one who should have stopped it.”

“Don’t do that to yourself, Tim. What happened, happened. I’m glad it happened and it makes me sad that you regret it, but I get it. But your wife isn’t innocent either so don’t beat yourself up about it.”

“Please don’t be sad about it. It means a lot to me. I know we barely know each other, but you mean a lot to me.”

We each took showers and went to breakfast after I checked out of the motel. The conversation was scant. Our little tryst was over and we both had big days ahead of us. Amber was off to start her new life and I had to go back to try to figure out if I could piece together my old life.

At the bus terminal, we waited together until it was time for her to leave. We were both excited, but also a little sad. We really had a connection.

“Tim, go be with your wife. Do whatever you can to make it work.”

Her final words to me hit home as she whispered in my ear.

“Good luck Amber, you’re going to be ok. I promise.”

I watched as she disappeared out the door, her pink suitcase rolling out of site in the sea of travelers. What a crazy weekend. It felt like I lived two different lives in the last three days. I knew Amber was right. I had to figure things out with Leslie and the truth is, she just lost control and broke the rules. She didn’t have feelings, but I did.

“Fuck.”

Thinking about Leslie for the first time without even a hint of anger, my guilt again overwhelmed me. She lost control in an out-of-control situation. It was bad for sure, but I just had a full-blown relationship over the last 24 hours. I had feelings for Amber. Not in love or anything, but we connected and I definitely cared for her as I would a girlfriend. Hell, I missed her before I even pulled out of the parking lot.

The situation with Leslie was already complicated enough and now this. ‘How in the fuck am I supposed to deal with everything?’ My mind raced for the entire hour drive home, going over a million scenarios, the anxiety building inside of me.

I was a mess of emotions when I pulled up to our apartment and saw Leslie’s car still out front. I had no doubts everyone would figure out how to get back, but I guess I just hoped I’d get home and have more time to prepare. She should have been at work. I was nervous as I approached the front door, stopping to take a big deep breath before I twisted the knob.

“Tim!”

The knob ripped out of my hand as Leslie flung open the door and grabbed me tight, immediately bawling and repeating “I’m sorry” over and over again. I squeezed her tight. God, she felt good. I love her so much.

We sat down at the kitchen table holding hands next to each other. I attempted to console her by letting her know I knew exactly what happened. It was a crazy situation, everyone was drunk, and her lust got the better of her. I told her that I knew she loved me and it had nothing to do with me, or us, it was just a crazy situation that got out of control.

She told me how they heard me scream and walked around looking for me for over an hour, then got an Uber back to the house, renting a car to get back home when they couldn’t get a hold of me. Tears poured out of her eyes the entire time.

As the conversation calmed, I began feeling uneasy. ‘Should I tell her about Amber? What would I even say? It’s over, does it matter? Am I about to drop an emotional bomb on this situation just to ease my own guilt?’

“Where did you go?”

The question cut through me like a knife, even though I knew it was coming. With a big deep breath, I made the decision to be completely honest. Our relationship has always been very open and honest, even when we knew the truth was going to be painful. I had no other choice.

I told her everything. Every detail. We sat at the table for over an hour, both weeping as I confessed my sins, having to pause for the sobs to subside enough to even communicate. She wiped the tears from her cheek, new tears immediately replacing them.

“I’m not in any istanbul travesti place to be angry with you, but this hurts a lot. I don’t even know what to say… I guess it’s all even now.”

“No Leslie, it’s not even. The situations were completely different. You lost control. I was…”

“Tim, I don’t want to do this. It’s fine. I mean, it’s not fine. It hurts. It hurts a lot. I feel sick. But, I love you. I want to put this behind us and forget about it forever.”

We stood and hugged each other, both feeling relief even though we were still in pain. The rest of the evening was quiet as we struggled for normalcy. The next morning was similar, we went through our usual motions and went to work.

For the rest of the week things seemed to almost like old times, the only exception was an obvious distance between us and no sex. We had sex a couple of times per week regularly and after hooking up with Dan and Maria, we fuck like bunnies every day for at least two weeks. Of course, given the circumstances, it felt right to have the space between us.

“I don’t think I’m up for anything this weekend, can we just be lazy?”

I had no objections as I hung my keys by the door and made my way over to give Leslie a kiss. She looked tired, but still looked sexy in her scrubs. I dropped my hand down the small of her back over her big ass and gave it a little squeeze. She smiled.

“I’m glad you still love me.”

“What are you talking about?”

Leslie, voice trembling and tears in her eyes, confessed to me that she didn’t feel ok. She kept thinking of Amber and even though she knew her actions in the club gave her no leg to stand on, she still felt betrayed and jealous. Truth was, we were both faking it all week. Neither of us were ok.

“I know. Everything is so fucked up on so many levels. I went from excited and horny to wanting to kill myself, then just wanting to self-destruct and get revenge and finally feeling like a hero, ending up caring for someone. I felt guilty. I feel guilty. I wish I could go back and just got a separate room. I know that doesn’t help, but it’s the truth. There’s nothing more to come of Amber. In fact, she actually told me to make things work with you. She recognized my love for you. I don’t want some girl or some big dick in a club to get between us. Well, I mean, unless we’re feeling frisky.”

My joke fell flat, doing nothing to ease the tension. Leslie’s quivering lip and the tears accumulating in her eyes made me wish I hadn’t even tried. I continued trying to reassure her.

“If that shit didn’t happen with Amber, I’m not sure I’d be standing her talking to you right now. I should have never fucked her, but I was a mess and connecting with someone away from our lives really helped put things in perspective. I might have killed myself. I don’t know If I could have actually done it, but that was my intention. All I can say now is that she’s hundreds of miles away and you’re my best friend. I want to grow old with you. I refuse to let anything come between us. We are both hurting, but I’m convinced we’ll get through this.”

We wept together, eventually pulling ourselves together and spent the rest of the weekend easing back into our lives, knowing we had a long hard road ahead of us. We spent months relearning what it was to be ourselves within our relationship.

I couldn’t sleep. This project at work was crushing my soul. Leslie quietly snored beside me. She was so cute. It had been 9 months since that crazy weekend and we were stronger than ever. We took a long break from playing with Dan and Maria, but were still hanging out for dinners and events pretty regularly.

Our sex life was full steam ahead and we had just started discussing opening things back up again with our favorite couple. As I scroll through my Facebook feed, a notification pops up. A new friend request from an ‘Amber Poole’ with a profile photo of a cute black lab. ‘I don’t know any Am…’

“Oh shit!”

‘How in god’s name did she find me? Why did she find me? Fuck me, is she pregnant or something? I swear to god I didn’t cum in her. Or did I. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.’

I placed my phone on the nightstand and stared at the ceiling fan. ‘What in the fuck am I going to do?’

My mind raced all night and I didn’t get a wink of sleep. Leslie’s alarm sent a panic through my body as she shut it off and slipped out of the bed.

“You’re awake?”

“Yeah, I didn’t get any sleep at all.”

She sat beside me on the edge of the bed.

“I know that project is intense, but Christ Tim, you need some rest.”

My heart sank. I had to tell her.

“Leslie, that’s not just it. I got a friend request on Facebook… from Amber.”

Her face dropped and her hand recoiled off my leg. I could see the pain in her eyes.

“What did she want?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t accept it. I saw it and put my phone down and have been freaking out ever since.”

She gets up and shuffles away from me towards the bathroom. I hear the nerves istanbul travestileri in her voice as her mind went exactly where mine did.

“Do you think she’s pregnant?”

“I don’t think so. I don’t know. I don’t know… I’m just going to ignore it.”

“No Tim. You can’t ignore it. What if she is pregnant? Are you just going to abandon your child? You’re not that guy and we both know it.”

She was right. I had to know. We shared few words the rest of the morning, but Leslie again reiterated that I need to find out. She assured me that we would make it work however we could. Leslie still loved me, but the hurt was palpable.

I didn’t feel like I could do it. My finger hovered over the ‘ignore’ option, but I forced myself to hit ‘accept.’ I half expected my feed to start blowing up with sonogram pictures and baby shit, but nothing happened. I started at my phone for 10 minutes; nothing.

My day was a blur, but thankfully a big contract went through which lifted a ton of pressure from my shoulders. I actually forgot about the whole Amber situation and was excited to tell Leslie about my breakthrough at work.

It was talking a mile a minute when I walked in behind Leslie stirring a pot of her grandma’s ‘famous’ marinara that tickled my nose along with the faint scent of fish in the oven. I steamrolled her with all the details of my day, unable to contain my excitement. She just stared at me as if I had told her the weather; no emotion at all.

“And Amber.”

“Fuck. I’m sorry. I got so busy, I totally forgot about it. I did accept her request.”

Pulling out my phone and unlocking the screen, I clicked the app and saw I had a new message. My stomach turned as I clicked on it.

“Oh thank God.”

After scanning her message for keywords like ‘pregnant’ and ‘baby’ I realized there was nothing of the sort in it. It was just a thank you letter, no mention of sex or anything else. Just Amber thanking me for everything I did and letting me know she was doing well. I read the whole thing to Leslie — ‘saved my life’, ‘got a job and started school’, ‘got a car’, ‘hoping everything worked out with your wife’, etc.

“She seems like a really sweet girl.”

Leslie’s sincerity was evident. I could tell it was a big relief for her.

“You should write her back, obviously you helped her a lot.”

I was a little surprised, but I know how my wife thinks. She was the sweetest person in the world and it would bother her forever if I just ghosted someone who cared for me, even under these circumstances.

Writing Amber back, I dictated every word to Leslie. I kept it short, telling her things were going well, thanking her for the message, and congratulating her on her success. My phone buzzed as I started place it on the counter, Amber had responded.

‘Did you tell your wife the truth?’

‘Of course I did. She’s my best friend. I’m always honest with her, even when it’s hard not to lie.’

‘Tim, you’re the best. I’m so happy everything worked out for both of us.’

Leslie pulled the fish from the oven and we sat down to eat, both of us glad everything was indeed, normal again. We cuddled on the couch and watched a terrible romcom on Netflix before bed. As I made my way around our place turning off the lights and double-checking the lock on the door, I heard Leslie from the bathroom.

“Amber just sent me a friend request.”

I couldn’t tell how she felt by her voice from that distance, so I said nothing as I made my way into the bedroom. I peered into the bathroom to see Leslie’s thumbs furiously working her phone, a look of focus on her face.

“What’s going on?”

Leslie looked at me with love in her eyes. As soon as she accepted the friend request, Amber wrote her a little note telling her how happy it made her that we had worked things out. She told Leslie that I meant a lot to her, but ‘not like that.’ I had saved her life and she would forever be in my debt.

“And what did you say?”

“I just told her she was really sweet and I was really lucky. I also told her I’m glad you helped her that day and I’m proud you’re my husband.”

We had amazing sex that night. Passionate love-making. We never ‘made love’; we fucked. This was different, more slow, more sensual, less about getting off and more about connecting as husband and wife. It was beautiful, but Leslie joked, “next time you’re going to fuck me silly.”

Weeks went by and we were totally back into the swing of things, literally. We had a nice dinner with Dan and Maria one random Tuesday, going back to their place and swapping for foreplay like we always had. Our lives were 100% back on track and it was wonderful.

“I have a surprise for you. Hope you aren’t upset.”

Leslie couldn’t contain her excitement, but also seemed a little unsure.

“Uh oh, what’s going on?”

“We are going to have a guest next weekend.”

I felt like I was dreaming as Leslie broke things down for me. Amber had been chatting off with her on and off ever since travesti istanbul that first night. They became friendly and Leslie decided she wanted to meet this girl who held me in such high regard.

Blown away. I still can’t believe it to this day. It was hard for me to wrap my head around her explanation.

She talked about how it wouldn’t be right to deny someone access to people who help them in such profound ways. She knew Amber wasn’t a threat to her and she’d like to meet someone who looked at me like a hero.

“Ok, seems crazy, but ok.”

When I walked through the door that Friday evening, I was greeted first with a big deep kiss from Leslie and then immediately after with a big hug by Amber.

“Hi Tim!”

She looked fantastic. Her hair was now to her shoulders, straight, natural, clean. She wore just a splash of makeup that made her already pretty face radiate even more. She had put on a little weight, still thin, but looking very healthy. She was wearing a tight pink t-shirt with what I’m guessing is a band’s name across the chest and a pair of white jean shorts, painted onto her noticeably thicker thighs.

We ate dinner and chatted at the table for a couple of hours. Leslie was very handsy with me all night. She kept her chair close; her hands rubbed my thigh and she leaned on me constantly. We were an affectionate couple, but this was clearly more than normal.

“You’re going to fuck me hard right now Timothy!”

I was shocked as I came out of the bathroom from my shower. Leslie was laying on the bed facing me, her thick legs spread wide, toying her pussy through her red lacey body suit. She squeezed her big soft tits together with her arms as she stretched to spread her pussy. The curves of her thick body instantly made me hard.

Dropping my towel and kneeling next to the bed, I pulled her lingerie aside and began tonguing her swollen bald pussy. Her hot plump lips greeted my mouth as I devoured her completely. I worked her pussy as if I had something to prove, and apparently, I did.

Leslie was moaning very loudly, almost to the point of silliness as I tongued her depths. My hand moved up her body, squeezing and pulling on every soft inch from belly to breast.

“GIVE ME YOUR COCK TIM!”

It was ridiculous, but also hot. She was flat out screaming. I stood and slammed my hard dick right into her sloppy wet mound.

“FUCK YEAH TIM, GIVE ME THAT DICK! GIVE ME THAT FAT DICK!”

I pounded hard, our bodies loudly slapping together so hard that it hurt my thighs.

“YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM! FUCK YEAH YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM!”

Honestly, I couldn’t even tell if it was true, but those are magic words to my dick. She says them and I start cumming. Works out perfectly almost 100% of the time.

“AAAAH YEAH BABY! FUCK YEAH! TAKE THAT CUM!”

I never talk like that, but I had to play my part. I pulled my pulsating cock out and Leslie slipped off the bed in front of me and took every last drop into the back of her throat, massaging my flexing balls the entire time.

“OH SHIT LESLIE, TAKE IT! GOD DAMN!”

It all felt a little silly, but I knew that’s what she wanted. Her real intentions of this weekend came to light. She wanted to meet Amber and assert her claim on me. She later admitted that she wanted to see if there was something there and if so, she wanted to absolutely crush it.

“I think you proved your point,” I said with a laugh.

“Too obvious?”

“I dunno Leslie, let’s ask the neighbors tomorrow.”

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed and the smell of bacon lofting through the air. Leslie was at the stove pulling a few pieces out of the pan, looking incredible in her short blue robe. She rarely wore it, despite my constant encouragement. I loved how the thin silky fabric laid on her curves and every jiggle teased what lied beneath.

I moved in behind her as she cracked an egg into a pan, running my hands around her waist and over her big tits, pushing my semi-hard cock between her cheeks and bending to nibble her ear.

“Wow, you two are really something!”

Amber’s voice came from nowhere, making us both jump.

“Oh shit, sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt, but it smells fantastic in here.”

Notwithstanding our intimate history, I felt a little awkward standing there with an obvious erection bulging in boxers in front of Amber. I shuffled around trying to hide it and sat down at the table. Leslie just gave Amber a nod and continued cooking.

“Anything I can do to help?”

I think Amber may have felt the hint of awkwardness in the air as she moved in next to Leslie.

“Sure, can you get the bread from the pantry and start on the toast?”

Sitting back and watching the two of them wrap up breakfast, I was feeling quite aroused. Leslie’s thick body swaying under the silky robe. Amber’s little hard nipples teasing through her oversized sleep shirt that barely covered her little shorts, giving the illusion of nothing beneath.

“I want to take Amber out today, get our nails done, girl talk, ya know.”

I didn’t know. ‘I get that she was marking her terrirotry, but now she’s going to take her out for the day. Is she going to threaten her or something crazy?’ That’s not her style, but this was already very strange.

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I walked into the apartment and didn’t see her anywhere. From the doorway I’m able to see the entire living room and kitchen with the open floor plan. I also can see the doors of our bedroom and the guest room, they are both closed.

Dropping to one knee I set my lunchbox aside and began to unlace my boots. “Hey babe, I’m home!” I shouted in the general direction of the bedroom door.

Almost immediately the guest room door opened and Tania walked out, closing it behind her. The question of why she was in the guest bedroom, and not our master bedroom flashed in my mind. But it is quickly forgotten as I see what she was wearing.

She had her long blond hair in two pigtails, held by a red bow on each side of her head. She had a little too much eye liner on her pretty, blue eyes and a big exaggerated smudge of rouge on each cheek. Her lips, painted bright red, showing a naughty smile.

“Hey you,” She said as she struts towards me, swinging her hips, her red high heels clicking as she walked across the hard wood. “How was work? I’m sorry you had to work on your birthday!”

By then she is standing in front of me. I gaze at her body, she’s wearing a schoolgirl outfit that’s way too small for her. Her shapely, smooth legs disappear into her red plaid skirt, which barely covers her pussy. Her tight white button down shirt is open to just below her big tits, which are braless and straining the thin white fabric. Her hard nipples are obvious, and inches from my face as I knelt there with a gaping mouth.

She bends at the waist and I get a delightful view of her cleavage before her smile blocks the view. I realized she was waiting for an answer to her question and I tell her, “Work was fine. We had to finish that job up today. And besides, we need the money.”

“I know baby. And I was selfish to ask you to call off today.” She kisses me softly and tells me, “It’s just that hitting 30 is a big milestone, and I wanted to make it special for you.”

“Well greeting me in that outfit is pretty fucking special!” I tell her with a big smile. “Glad you like it.” She says with a sweet, girlie voice. “Now stand up, let me help you with those boots.”

I stand and she kisses me again, before dropping slowly to her knees in front of me. She smiles up at me and starts to work on my boot laces. She lowers her eyes to gaze at the growing lump in my jeans, now just inches from her face.

With my laces undone she indicates for me to lift my feet up, one at a time so she can remove my boots. I place my hands on her head for balance and she smiles up at me again.

She pulled off my boots and the socks from each foot, then started on my belt buckle, then the button and zipper of my pants. Her face flushed with lust as she worked to get my pants off.

“Did you like the selfie I sent you at lunch time?” She asked with a sweet voice, playing the schoolgirl role again.

“I loved it!” I told her honestly. The selfie had been taken in the bedroom, showing her naked body sprawled on the bed. Her nipples were hard and she had two fingers buried in her pussy. “John thought it was pretty fucking hot too!” I added.

Her eyebrows raised and she asked, “Really? You showed him?” She was by now pulling my pants down to my ankles. My hard prick pushing against my briefs towards her face.

Still holding her head I again lifted my feet to allow her to discard my pants into a pile beside her. “He was behind me when I opened it. He saw it over my shoulder.” I explained. “Do you mind that he saw it? Saw you?”

“I don’t mind if you don’t.” She told me in that sexy, innocent voice. “Did you like him seeing your naughty girl?”

I wrapped her pig tails in my fists and pulled her face against my prick. I knew she could feel the heat through the fabric as she groaned with lust. “I loved it, he told me how lucky I am to get to fuck you.”

“Well you know, while I was laying there, masturbating, I was thinking about all the sexy fantasies that we talk about in bed.” She confessed. “And you know that John comes up in those fantasies about as often as Brit does.”

Her sexy friend Brit did come up in our fantasies often. I thought she was very hot, and we flirted constantly, just like Tania and John did. And Tania and Brit for that matter.

I felt my cock throb against her lips at the mention of our graphic pillow talk. She put the cloth covered head of my dick in her mouth and sucked hard. I groaned in response, feeling the moist, wet heat of her mouth on the head of my cock right through the fabric.

She pulled her mouth off my dick, and looking up at me with her big blue eyes, she told me, “I was a naughty, naughty girl all day. But I was thinking about you, and how you work so hard to provide for us.”

She ran her hand up and down my shaft as she went on. “I was thinking that you deserved a reward for being such a great guy. That maybe I could make one or two of our fantasies come true for you. For your big birthday.”

“Which one?” I asked. istanbul travesti “Which fantasy?” My voice was husky with excitement as I watched her pull the elastic waistband of my underwear out and over the head of my cock. My mind ran through the various subjects of our pillow talk. The dirty things we said to each other when we fucked.

I watched her rub my cock across her full lips and over her cheek and nose, to the other cheek, and back down to her mouth where she ran her tongue around the tip of my swollen head. She left a trail of my precum across her pretty face.

“Which fantasy? That’s what I was thinking about as I worked my wet pussy with my dildo.” She told me finally. “Which fantasy would you like to act out the most.”

Before I could answer she suddenly got up from her knees and told me, “And instead of telling you, I am going to show you.” She wrapped her hand around my prick and used it like a leash to drag me further into our apartment. “But first you need a shower.” She was still using the little girl voice that was so sexy and went with the outfit she wore.

She led me to the fridge and grabbed me a bottle of beer from inside, then drug me along to the small hall that led to our bathroom. As we passed the guest room, my mind again went to the fact that she had come out of there, and not our room.

But before I could question her about it she had me in the bathroom and turned on the shower as she told me, “Now you take your time. Drink your beer, get your body nice and clean for me. Especially this beautiful cock!”

“Yes dear!” I told her smiling. “But don’t you dare make yourself cum!” She admonished. “Just get it clean. And don’t be too long, I have been waiting all day for you.” She said quietly as she went back out of the room, closing the door behind her.

As I washed the days grime off my body I went back over the questions I had. Why did she come out of the guest room? Which fantasy would she make come true? Most of our fantasies involved other people. Either Brit or John joining us in bed. Was she really going to make one of those fantasies happen?

John had gotten a phone call towards the end of the day and he left work early. He was in a hurry when he left and would only say he had something to do. Was he a part of this?

I couldn’t help but stroke myself with my soapy hand, thinking about tag teaming Tania with John. Or Tania and I playing with Brit. We had so many scenarios that we used to excite each other in bed.

But I remembered her directions to not get off. Plus I couldn’t wait to see what she had in store for me. I didn’t want to waste my load down the drain. So I rinsed off quickly and got out of the shower.

I went to the sink and quickly shaved and brushed my teeth, then practically scurried out to find my woman. The only reason I took the time to shave was because I love eating pussy right after shaving, it just feels better with my face freshly shaved. And I had every intention of eating some pussy!

When I got to our bedroom she wasn’t there, and I paused in confusion. I hadn’t seen her anywhere, the only place she could have been was the guest room again. I was about to turn to go look when suddenly she was behind me. She pressed her body against mine and wrapped her arms around me.

Her hands went straight to my cock and grasped it firmly. “Where were you baby?” I asked. She stroked my cock with one hand and fondled my balls with the other, pushing her tits into my back.

She didn’t answer the question, instead asking one of her own, “Did you get your big dick nice and clean for me babe?” She kissed my neck and rubbed her tits against my back. Again I was totally distracted from my questions.

“Yep, nice and clean for you.” I answered as I reached behind myself to grab her ass and enjoyed her attention. “Good. Your balls feel nice and heavy, full of yummy cum. You must not have washed your dick too much.” She giggled.

“Nope.” I answered. “I didn’t want to waste it. I know how much you love it.” She continued to slowly jack me off and roll my balls in her other hand. “I do love it. Thank you. Now get on that bed!”

She gave me a push and I climbed onto the bed. She tackled me before I reached the pillows at the top and pulled my shoulder to make me flip over on my back. Once I was settled she straddled my hips and I felt her heat and wetness on my dick. I looked down and realized it was my first peak of her panties, and they were the red, crotchless pair I had given her last Valentine’s day.

“Crotchless? You really are a naughty girl, aren’t you?” I asked her. I ran my hands up her thighs and clasped her ass, squeezing and rolling her hips to rub her wet snatch on my dick. She was rolling her hips along with me when she whispered, “Pull my tits out baby.”

“Oh fuck yeah.” I replied as I reached for her shirt. “Put them in my face honey!” I pulled her shirt open more and her big tits bounced free. She grasped my wrists and stretched them istanbul travestileri out above my head, her body moving up mine and putting her luscious tits in my face at the same time.

“MMMmmm!” I moaned and started to kiss and lick her tits as she twisted side to side, moving them over my face “Do you trust me?” She asked breathlessly. “Do you trust your naughty little girl?”

I gasped “Yes, I trust you!” But even before it was all out of my mouth I heard the clink of the chain and felt the Velcro on my wrists. Before I could think, she had my wrists secured high above my head.

“Good!” She said as she sat up. I saw those titties displayed in all their glory, and automatically tried to reach for them, but my hands were bound securely. She moved forward until her pussy was resting on my chest. I could both feel her arousal, her wetness, and smell it, it was so close.

She leaned way over towards the nightstand and her pussy came into view. It was as engorged as I had ever seen it. Swollen and gaping, it looked like it did after I had fucked the hell out of her. I imagined that she had really been busy with her dildos. I wanted so badly to taste it, but it was out of reach.

She sat back up and I saw her phone in her hand. “I wanted to tease you awhile and stretch this out, but I can’t fucking wait anymore!” I asked what she meant, but she just ignored me, swiped the phone and deftly tapped it a few times. Then I heard the ascending “whoop” of a text being sent.

“What are you doing babe?” I asked, with maybe a little consternation. She leaned back over to put the phone down and asked her own question. “You trust me, right?” She sat back upward and gave me such a deliciously naughty smile, while hefting her big titties, that I could not help but say “Yes.”

She lowered one hand and started to rub two fingers over her clit, “And you like when I’m a bad girl? A naughty girl?” I was about to tell her that she already knew the answer to that. That she knew I loved it when she was a naughty girl, but suddenly I was surprised to see movement beside her. I caught my breath as Brit appeared beside the bed!

The fact that someone else was in the room was surprising enough. Add to that the fact that it was Brit, one of the most popular of our sexual fantasies, and she was dressed almost identical to Tania, and I was completely blown away!

“Hey stud,” She said in that smoky voice of hers that I had always found so sexy. “I hear it’s your birthday!” I couldn’t form words for a reply, so she leaned down and kissed me. It wasn’t the typical happy birthday from the girlfriend’s best friend. It was hot and passionate and made my cock throb.

Eventually the kiss ended and she kept her face close to mine and said, “Happy birthday! Your slutty girl here told me all about the naughty things you guys talk about when you’re fucking, and it made me wet! Then she told me about the plan she had for your birthday, and I just had to play with myself, and the next thing I knew, she was lapping at my pussy!” Her face lit up as she told me, “And I came soo fucking hard!” She climbed up on the bed and kneeled next to Tania as I lay stunned.

She put an arm around Tania and pulled her close, and began to massage her closest tit. I simply groaned in response, “Ohh, fuck! That’s so hot!” I told her. “I know, right?! She has great tits.” She gushed. Her face was flushed with excitement.

I looked at her and Tania kneeling side by side, Tania’s tits were much bigger, but Brit’s were standing up proudly in her shirt. There was no sagging at all, and her nipples appeared darker through the thin white fabric.

Tania saw me looking and reached out to pull Brit’s shirt open too, allowing her tits to spring free. Her tits only bounced briefly before settling on her chest, a testament to their firmness. I only got a second to admire them, before Tania’s hands blocked my view.

As I watched Tania’s tan hands grope Brit’s pale white breasts, she asked me, “Her boobies are awesome babe, I bet you would love to play with them, wouldn’t you?” My hands instinctively struggled against my bonds as I looked at her, causing both women to giggle at me.

I watched as the girls continued to fondle each other. Then Brit leaned in and kissed Tania briefly. “We’re going to let him loose eventually, right?” Brit asked hopefully. “Of course, but first we are going to show him some of what we were doing while he was at work!” Tania said sweetly as she reached down and cupped Brit’s pussy.

Then they were making out, kissing, groping, fingering each other’s pussy, moaning, going at it like it was the last sex they would ever have. And all I could do was watch.

Tania was still straddling my chest, with Brit right beside her. They were literally right above me, and I couldn’t even touch them. I was in ecstasy watching them. I was in agony not being able to join them. My cock was throbbing and I needed someone to touch it. But it seemed like they had forgotten travesti istanbul I was even there, they were so into each other.

Two hot women dressed in naughty schoolgirl outfits, right in front of me and I had to just watch. One, my girlfriend, tan, shapely body and blonde hair, held up in pigtails with a pair of red ribbons tied in a bow. Her big tits hanging out of her white shirt. Red plaid skirt bunched up to show her red crotchless panties. White thigh high stockings and red heels.

The other, her friend, with her jet black hair held by two white bows, pale white skin, also with her tits hanging out of her white shirt. Her titties not as big, but standing out firmly. She wore the same short red plaid skirt, also bunched up to show that she had no panties on at all. My girlfriend’s fingers stroking her labia, which was swollen and darker than the surrounding skin. Her stockings and heels were black, matching her hair and the opposite of her pale complexion.

All that inches from my face, and all I could do was watch! I couldn’t even reach down to stroke my own cock! “Fuck! You two are driving me crazy!” I finally blurted.

The hot and heavy make out session was broken up with laughter. The two lusty ladies looked down at me with a mixture of glee and pity. “Oh you poor guy, I bet you would like some action too, huh?” Tania asked me.

“I, I need something!” I sputtered. “I need to touch you, or I need you to touch me! Something!”

As I was saying this, Brit was looking back behind Tania at my dick. “Wanna suck his cock together?” She asked excitedly, but casually. It was like she was asking her to go to the park and toss the frisbee around.

“That’s a great idea!” Answered Tania. “I just knew you were going to be a fun girl!” She swung her leg over to dismount my chest as Brit wrapped her hand around my girth. “You weren’t kidding, this is a great cock!” She said as she ran her fingers over the tip gathering the precum that had oozed out, and offered it to Tania.

Tania took the offered hand and turned it back to Brit. “It’s okay babe, I get to taste him all the time. You can have it.” Brit smiled at her and said “Thank you!” Her voice husky with lust.

She looked at me with exited eyes and stuck her tongue out. She placed her fingers, wet with my precum, on her tongue and drew it back into her mouth, her wide lips enveloped them with a growl.

“Mmmmm.” She hummed with her fingers in her mouth. Then she pulled them out slowly and told me, “That’s good! I can’t wait to see what your jizz tastes like!” I was about to tell her to help herself to it, when Tania spoke up, “You’re going to have to wait for a little more honey, we have to do a few things first.”

“Right, well that will be fun too!” She replied, then looked back at me and added with a wink, “And it will be worth the wait. I promise.” Between her lusty smile, sexy voice and the firm grip she had on my cock and I almost shot off right then!

“So let’s suck this great cock then.” Tania exclaimed. They both leaned down and each of them wrapped their lips around their own side of my prick. I moaning loudly as their mouths met with my cock in between. They lapped it simultaneously with their tongues and then started to slide their mouths down to the base and back up.

It was done with such coordination that I thought it had to have been practiced. Had they been practicing with one of Tania’s dildos? I didn’t care at that moment, I was in heaven.

With my hands strapped together above my head I had to strain my neck to watch these two sexy women as they worked together on my dick. But I didn’t care, any cramps or discomfort I had to endure would be well worth it.

I watched as they went down and up my length in unison, kissing my head and each other on every trip up to the tip. They moaned with enjoyment, and I realized I was moaning right along with them.

Eventually Brit stopped and said to Tania, “You weren’t lying when you said he had a great dick! It’s just the right size, I can’t wait to fuck him.”

Tania stopped her sucking and said, “Would you like to blow him by yourself for a while first? I would love to see that.” Her voice strained with excitement, I knew how long she had waited for this.

Brit turned to me and said with her sultry voice, “I would love to suck his cock for awhile!” Then while still maintaining eye contact, she engulfed me. She hummed with satisfaction and I groaned in pleasure as I watched her beautiful face take my cock almost to the hilt, then slowly come back to the top. The sexy noises she was making, and the look on her face told me she was enjoying herself, almost as much as I was. This was better than I had ever imagined it would be.

I watched as she started a slow, easy rhythm, bobbing her head, sucking my cock, her dark eyes watching me, watching her. My hips began to rise and fall to the rhythm she set. We were pretty well in sync with each other, and I knew she could drain me soon.

I started to think about what would happen afterwards. Would I get a chance to show her that I loved giving as well as receiving? Would I be allowed time to recover so I could fuck her? Tania and I always said we wanted to see the other person fucking someone.

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Salutations, people. The name is Christopher Watson and I’m a big and tall young Black man of Jamaican descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I hold an MBA from Carleton University’s Sprott School of Business and presently work for the Canadian Revenue Agency. Being a CRA auditor is a supremely boring job but someone has to do it. Anyhow, when I’m not at work, I make my own fun. Ottawa is one of the most boring places on the planet, so you have to make your own entertainment at times. Otherwise you just might die of boredom.

I spend a lot of time online, mostly browsing through BDSM websites. My favorite is Fetlife, which does for kinky people what Facebook does for regular people. I shouldn’t say that. Kinky people are just regular people who happen to be kinky. Anyhow, while browsing Fetlife one night, I came across an intriguing group. The title of it alone made me shake my head. Black women cuckolding Black men with Black Bulls. Um, what the fuck? I’m familiar with cuckolding and it usually involves a big-dick Black dude fucking a lusty white wife in front of her limp-dick white husband.

A lot of white people are into that shit, man. I have played with many such couples. Last month I went to the suburb of Orleans, Ontario, and met with Jonathan Tremblay and his wife Gina. They’re a forty-something white couple of French Canadian descent. He’s a lawyer and she’s a schoolteacher. They were looking for a Black Bull for their, ahem, festivities. Well, that sounds right up my alley so after some phone conversations, and a quick meet-and-greet inside the Rideau Center, I went to the Tremblay residence in Orleans for some fun.

I had a lot of fun with Gina, man. The forty-something, red-haired and green-eyed French Canadian woman was freaky as hell. I could tell just by looking at her. Got that freaky gleam in her eyes, man. Gina knelt before me and sucked my long and thick, uncircumcised chocolate dick while her husband Jonathan watched us, masturbating. Dude seemed really turned on by the sight of his wife sucking a brother off. What is it with white guys wanting to watch white women getting fucked by Black men? Shit. I don’t know and I honestly don’t care. Bring on the delicious white pussy please!

I fucked Gina real good, putting her on all fours and spanking her big white ass while slamming my dick into her cunt. That’s what I like about white women from the French Canadian communities. They’ve got booty, and a lot of them are freaky. Gina cussed her husband while I fucked her, stunning the hell out of me. I mean, the stuff that came out of her mouth made me blush. And I am a former member of the Jamaican Naval Forces. We sailors can cuss like istanbul travesti the best of them, and Gina would put some of my old Navy buddies to shame. Hot damn. Are suburban white mamas freaky or what?

After I finished fucking Gina, the freaky white mama insisted that I take off the condom and shoot my cum all over her thighs. I found that odd but did it, shrugging. Once I finished ejaculating, Gina summoned her husband and made him lick my cum off her thighs. Wow. Dude licked every drop. He even sucked my dick. Now, I’m bisexual but I didn’t come here for any man-to-man action. I let Jonathan suck my dick but politely declined when Gina asked me to fuck him in the ass. Ahem, thanks but no thanks.

A little while later, I showered and left the Tremblay residence. Like I said, I’m bisexual but mostly into women these days. All I wanted to do was keep on fucking hot women in front of their husbands. Turns me on, dammit. I just never expected to meet Black women and Black men, actual Black people, who were into the cuckolding lifestyle. I met a Somali couple on that group, if you can believe it. The lady’s moniker was Mistress Bashira and her husband’s handle was Ali-Sub89. Wow, a Black Muslim couple where the wife is a dominatrix and the husband is her submissive. Hot damn, now I’ve seen everything!

When Mistress Bashira and Ali-Sub89 contacted me, I was surprised. They told me they were used to reactions of disbelief, shock and even anger when encountering newcomers to the site. Simply put, as freaky as the world of online BDSM is, a Black Muslim couple into cuckolding and female domination is definitely something that would stand out. Typically, whether Christian or Muslim, Black folks tend to be more conservative than other ethnic groups. That’s simply how we are, I guess. Of course you’ll meet freaky and outgoing Black folks who break the mold from time to time, but they’re relatively rare. Just a fact about the Black community in general. We’d been talking and flirting for a week before Mistress Bashira and Ali-Sub89 invited me to dinner at East Side Mario’s restaurant inside the Saint Laurent Mall.

I went to the restaurant clad in a red silk shirt, Black silk pants and Black tie. I’m a snappy dresser, whether I’m at work or not. With so many punks out there walking around with their pants hanging low, someone has to show the world that sharp-dressed gentlemen of color still exist. I was pleasantly surprised to find Bashira Hassan and her husband Ali waiting for me. The lady was tall and gorgeous, with dark brown skin and lively brown eyes. Her pretty face was framed by a silvery hijab and she wore a stylish silvery pantsuit. Her husband istanbul travestileri Ali was tall and slender, with light brown skin, curly Black hair and lime-green eyes. I later learned he was mixed, born in Mississauga to a Somali immigrant father and white mother. Dude looked gorgeous in a Black silk shirt, gray silk pants and Black Timberlands.

I greeted them happily, and we got to know each other over lasagna, cheese pizza and Pepsis. I must say, when I think of a Muslim couple, Bashira and Ali were not what I was expecting or envisioning. Bashira Hassan was born and raised in the City of Calgary, Alberta, to Somali immigrant parents. And she holds an MFA from the University of Calgary. These days, she works for the government. As for her husband, he studied Criminal Justice at the University of Ottawa and works for the Ontario Ministry of Corrections. Oh, and they’re the proud parents of twin daughters. Man, I was mightily impressed.

We talked about life, politics and religion, and the outward religiosity and private freakiness common to most Black folks in North America. After dinner, they invited me to their place. A lovely apartment located near the Embassies section of the east end of Ottawa. Pricy neighborhood. Once we got there, Bashira and Ali Hassan discussed what they expected of me, and we agreed on safe words, condoms and boundaries. All couples I’ve dealt with say the same things. It’s part of the game. Without further ado, we got the party started.

I lay on the Hassan’s king-sized bed, stark naked, and Ali sucked my dick while a gorgeously naked Bashira start nearby, fingering her hairy pussy, rubbing her tits together and watching us with great interest. I always knew there were women out there who liked male on male action. I just never thought I’d meet a Black woman into bisexual men, let alone a Black Muslim woman with a bisexual Black husband. Live and learn, eh? Man, Ali is really good at sucking dick. Got me hard as hell in no time. Rolling a condom on my dick, I got ready for the fucking.

Bashira came over, and lay on the bed in front of me, legs wide open. Smiling, I gently rubbed my hard dick against her pussy and winked at Ali. The Somali dude played the part of the cuckold perfectly. He came over and guided my dick into his wife’s cunt. I began fucking Bashira with deep, powerful strokes. The sexy Black Muslim mama licked her lips and urged me to fuck her harder. While I fucked her, Bashira barked cuss words at Ali, calling him every damn name in the book. I guess Black Cuckold Queens are just as mean as the white ones. Doesn’t bother me none.

After I finished fucking Bashira, I pulled off the condom. She travesti istanbul gestured for Ali to come over and suck my dick. I watched as the Somali cuckold sucked my dick, and then licked his wife’s pussy. Wow. I thought only white dudes were into this shit. Interesting to find out some Black women and Black men are just as freaky. I guess Black Muslims are freakier than people realize. After getting my dick sucked, I was hard and eager to fuck. Since Ali wanted some of my magic stick, I decided to give him some. I bent the Somali brother over and his wife Bashira lubricated his ass before holding his ass cheeks wide open for me. The kinky Somali wife guided my thick Jamaican cock into her Somali husband’s asshole. And just like that, I put my hands on Ali’s narrow hips and began fucking him in the ass…

While I slammed my thick ebony dick into Ali’s tight asshole, he buried his face between his wife Bashira’s gorgeous chocolate thighs and licked her sweet pussy. Later, Bashira donned a strap-on dildo and made Ali suck it while I filled his ass with my eight inches of Jamaican manliness. Ali was moaning and squealing as I fucked his ass. His wife Bashira’s dildo silenced him. I fucked him even harder. I wanted his Somali ass to remember my Afro-Caribbean dick. I’ve seen a lot of Black Muslim guys with Christian sisters from the African and Afro-Caribbean communities. These guys from Somalia and Gambia fuck a lot of our Black Christian women while their Black Muslim sisters remain off-limit. Well, tonight, I definitely got some payback. I fucked both a Somali sister AND a Somali guy! Just call me the bisexual Black Crusader! Hey, I’m not prejudiced or anything, I just believe in fairness and equality, that’s all. Fuck my woman and I’ll fuck yours, got it?

The tightness of Ali’s ass finally proved too much for my dick and I came and pulled out of him. The Somali dude slumped on the bed, spent. His wife Bashira had other plans. Grabbing Ali, Bashira put him on all fours and plugged him. I mean, she pushed her strap-on dildo so far up his ass you couldn’t tell where he ended and she began. Nice. I jerked off while watching them and when I came, Bashira ordered Ali to drink it. The Somali dude drank my cum like the obedient Black male slut he is. I smiled and nodded. A cuckold is a cuckold regardless of race or religion.

A little while later, I showered and left the Hassan residence with the heartfelt thanks of Bashira and her husband Ali Hassan, A.K.A. Mistress Bashira and Ali-Sub89. I went home that night feeling oddly giddy. Look, it’s not every day you make history or do something unique, you know? I mean, before tonight, I thought of cuckolding as something only white folks are into. It took a kinky Black Muslim couple to prove to me how wrong I was. Now I know that anyone can be into any kink regardless of color, gender, orientation or religion. The human race is freaky, man. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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From Emails to Owned 02

Ken would nervously check his phone every morning for a new story to be added to his wife’s account. It became a ritual of disappointment and angst, hoping it would appear–wondering what his wife was going through with Darius. A little more than a week since he had let his wife walk out the door with another man, he saw in the fetish section, a new story.

‘Dorothy becomes Owned: Day One’ was tempting, and yet mocking, him on the screen. He tapped to open it…

I’d just let myself be whisked away by my bull, my pussy aching, as we traveled. I was craving cock in my pussy that was so close, yet I couldn’t have. At some point, even my excitement couldn’t keep me awake, and I must have dozed off.

I woke up in soft sheets and bright lights, the curtains having just been pulled open. Burying my head in the covers, I expected to feel Darius’ firm grip shake me awake. Instead, it was a soft rub from an equally supple hand, and melodic voice calling, “Wake up, I’ve made us breakfast.”

Rolling over, I looked up. Before me, stood a woman of average height; black hair, with streaks of purple, combed to one side, the other side of her head shorn smooth, with an iridescent lily tattooed, where hair normally would exist. She wore a simple nightie that tented out in-front of her, her large breasts keeping the fabric away from her stomach and making sure her long, colorfully tattooed legs were exposed. She walked out, waving her hand, “Come on, sleepy head. Let’s eat.”

Not knowing the layout of the house, I followed the smell and sound of the kitchen. As I walked down the hall, my feet folded against the hardwood. Soon enough, I came upon the kitchen, the women sitting at the island overlooking a large window, staring out into the forest beyond.

“Come sit, sit,” she waved, her eyes aglow with excitement at the new guest, as I sat down and started to eat. “My name’s Rosalia, Rose for short. I’m Darius’…well, I’m kinda Darius’ right hand, of sorts. I cook, I clean, I organize and plan events; I do piercings for him, general assistant work and I help him with his little pet project like yourself. He hasn’t had a project for a bit, so it’s been a bit boring, but now you are here.”

Rose began to eye me up and down as we ate. “Darius said you were petite. He wasn’t exaggerating. We’re going to have a fun time making you into the woman of your fantasies. It just may take you a bit longer, a bit more stretching.”

Still in shock, I didn’t say much–which I think, Rose quite liked. She liked to talk about everything and was quite pushy. Once we were done, she dragged me off to the shower to clean off for the morning. I’d just slipped in and started to let the tension in my body wash away, as the water washed over me–when Rose jumped in the shower, too.

“Hehe, let’s see what we’re working with. Don’t worry, this is one of my favorite parts.” She proceeded to help soap my body, but as the bubbles washed away, her hands stayed caressing me. She dragged her fingers over my hard nipples, massaged the back of my neck, her colorful skin dancing over mine. I couldn’t bursa escort get over the sight of her breasts, especially as she rubbed my own, with a look on her face.

“Nice right? Mine used to be on the small side like yours, but the doctor coming later did this work. He’s amazing. I love it when a lovely pair of eyes can’t look away from them. Hehe,” she giggled, squeezing and pinching me.

“I don’t think I’d want tha–” I tried to reply, as her hand reached for my clit. It had been many weeks, and I was so desperate to have my hole filled.

“You never know. I’m sure a slut like you, likes the attention, and these tits get me lots of attention,” she said, as she continued to massage my clit with her finger. She shoved me against the wall, the tile cold on my back, and her warmth pushing me from the front.

She knelt down and admired my pussy. “Your piercer did a nice job, good placement,” she giggled, as she stuck her tongue out, lifting my clit and sucking it into her mouth. Jolts of pleasure and confusion ran up my body.

“I can’t, I’m not really into girls,” I was able to get out between panting breaths.

Her eyes looked up at me, admiring my body, as it writhed and became flushed. She pulled away. “Well, Darius says your mouth needs a lot of work, so if your pussy won’t be touched by him ’til he’s happy with your mouth. So just enjoy it. I’ll take good care of you for him, while Darius is at work.”

She proceeded to dive deeper into my pussy, and I count’t help but grind into her assault; thankful for the stimulation I’d been missing. Her deft tongue gave me an orgasm with surprising quickness, so much so that my knees buckled. She held me up, pushing my back against the wall as I came, suspended on her mouth, my legs wrapping around her head and digging into her back.

She let me down; still weak, I lay on the floor, the water washing over me. She stood and grinned, happy with her work. “A slut like you wants to come, you’ll do anything for it. Finish washing and I’ll be waiting in your room. We have a few more things to take care of before you’re ready for Darius.”

Doing as commanded, I finished up and walked to my room, curious what would be expected of me. I was hoping for a world of big, black cocks; never did I think I’d be getting orgasms from such a confident woman. Rose sat on one side of the bed, with a tray full of clean, shiny metal.

“Don’t get dressed just yet and lay back,” Rose purred. “I’m just going to add some jewelry to you. I know your pussy so well now, this should be quick and more-or-less painless.”

“More?” I asked, pleading in my eyes.

“Yes, more. Darius’ orders. Don’t worry, I’m a pro; it was my actual job before meeting Darius.” She smiled, as she thought about the powerful man, of what I assumed was both our dreams.

She was definitely a pro, I lay back, and in no time and minimal pain, she was done and cleaning up. She held a mirror for me. I now had four black rings piercing my labia, crossing from one side to the other, closing off access to my pussy.

“But,” was the only word I could get out.

“Darius had trouble bursa escort bayan with his first project. She kept trying to use her pussy before he was done with her mouth. This way, it keeps you honest. And it keeps you safe at the party. Those will get divided into eight rings only when Darius is ready to use your pussy.”

I could feel my jaw drop, with the realization flooding me of what I had gotten myself into. I was not expecting this. I was not ready for this. But what I was…was turned on. Darius, quite literally, owned my pussy from that moment.

“I’ll give you a minute. The doctor should be in to give you your birth control, and a general check up.”

I sat alone for a bit–waiting, thinking, fantasizing. The doctor walked in and got to work. I’m still not sure what he did because I was far too distracted by him. He was tall, with caramel-colored skin, hazel eyes, and freckles on his cheeks. His strong hand was a delight to have on me. His smile was a lustful grin. He was being professional, but I could tell there was a tremble in him that gave away the fact he wanted me, just as badly as I wanted him.

But, he soon left, and Rose walked in with a snack. “Darius should be home soon. Want to play a game while we wait? It’s one of my favorites.” Before I could answer, she shoved her phone in my face asking, “What do you think? Rate it?”

On her phone was a beautiful hard black cock, uncircumcised, veiny and long, half of its length jutting out from the light-skinned hand holding it. “What do you think?” she questioned, raising her eyebrow.

“Umm, it’s very nice. Almost as nice as Darius’,” I responded, biting my lip, wishing that dick was actually in front of me.

“It’s the doctor’s; it rubs your cervix so nicely, and it’s a nice change of pace from some of Darius’ more-girthy friends,” she said, grinning as widely as the Cheshire cat. Pulling her phone back, she swiped round, and flipped it toward me.

This one was kind of disappointing–a white guy, with a dick that seemed like it wouldn’t poke out of its owner’s closed fist. “Well, I know which one I’d prefer,” I responded, giggling having to judge such a small dick after seeing the doctor’s.

We laughed, ogled, and judged more dicks on her phone, almost all of them big and black, with a few small white ones thrown in, to appreciate the size difference. We lay together enjoying our time, until we heard a familiar voice call out, “My Lily, please bring the slut here.”

“Darius awaits, let’s go, and take the robe off, he’s going to want you naked to inspect my work.”

Rose dragged me down the hall holding my hand, rushing me to the living room, where, presumably, Darius waited.

He sat on the couch, dressed in a fine, charcoal suit, smiling at my naked form being pulled before him. Rose stood me in front of him, and grabbed at my thighs, exposing and pulling at my tender labia. “See,” Rose exclaimed, “I’d say my best work yet. It was a challenge putting four in such a tiny cunt, but she took it like a champ. I like her.”

His grin became toothy, and he spoke with a raspy tenor, “I hope you escort bursa had fun with my Lily. She’ll be helping you evolve in my absence; after all, I have things to do besides my sluts. Now, slut, we’re going to put on a show for you and I want you to watch carefully because this is what will be expected of you within the first month. If you can’t keep up, then I might just send you back to hubby. Or, maybe, I will think of other fun things for you.”

So enamoured by the sex and power of the man before me, I hardly noticed Rose kneeling before him, adjusting herself, wiping her mouth, licking her lips and pulling out the massive cock that was in my mouth yesterday. She didn’t bother to pull his pants down, she just pulled it out of his zipper and started licking and drooling on the head, making slobber and slapping noises. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock aiming it upward.

But soon, the hand was moved away, and I looked on in awe as Rose used her whole body to force herself onto his cock, passing it deeper and deeper until it almost seemed like a ‘pop’ happened, and it was down her throat. It bulged obscenely, as she pushed forward, grinding her nose into his pubic bone. Sticking her tongue out and licking his balls, and she forced the base into her. She rocked back and forth with great speed, face fucking herself on his cock. It was glinting with so much drool, it ran down her chin and onto her chest, causing her tattoos there to shine in the late afternoon sun.

She was well experienced, with a rhythm that allowed her to breath between each of her throat’s strokes. Darius just sat back and grinned, as he gently moaned. His hands resting behind his head, satisfied that the desire he created in women, was the only force he needed.

Soon, Rose moaned loudly, and pushed herself down and held herself there. I could see Darius’ balls convulse and pulse for nearly forty-five seconds. Rose must have let it all stream down directly into her stomach because not a drop was spilt. She stopped kneeling, and lay down on the floor, panting.

Darius put his cock away and walked over to me. “I’m sure you’ll be just as good, soon enough. Now, come, let’s have some drinks in the kitchen. My Lily should come to her senses quite quickly, and make us all some dinner.”

You wouldn’t believe what followed after such a display of debauchery– kindness and romance. We talked and laughed; he listened and I listened; he smiled and kissed my hand; it was like we were on a first date. It was as if I didn’t see firsthand what he had wanted me to become. But deep down, I knew, and the fact that he so nonchalantly moved on from such a crazy sex act–just made me want him more.

He walked me to my room later that night; after we had cuddled, kissed, and watched a movie. “Sleep well, slut. Tomorrow, my Lily will help you prepare, but I want to see if you can even get close to her performance. Now, I must go reward her for her efforts. I hope to give you my rewards, just the same.” With that, he kissed my forehead and backed away from the door, grinning.

I lay in bed, thinking of it all, getting ready to sleep when I heard it. The pounding and the screaming. He was rewarding Rose, using her in ways I so desperately wanted to be used. I went to sleep, enviously listening and gently rubbing my tender pussy; sad that it was, quite literally–barred from me.

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I was a member of a large cycle club, we were all in our mid 30’s, some a little older, we had been riding together for a few years in Dubai.

A big group of us decided to go to Cape-town to take part in the Cape-town cycle tour, there was 20 all together, it’s a huge event and hotels fill up early, so to save some money we decided to stay in apartments near the waterfront, we were split over 4 apartments with 5 per apartment.

In my apartment there was me, my name is Darren I’m gay, tall and single 37, Brian who is as tall as me muscular, 32 single but very attractive always seems to have a new girlfriend. Mark, he’s married 35, shorter than me and Brian more of an average height neat short beard, then there is Jason 38, larger build than the rest of us who were really slim, he’s also quite tall and also married but still fit, and finally Sam, 39 single, he never really talked about his sexuality but I hadn’t known him to have a girlfriend he was slightly below average height.

After our first day of cycling we were all in the party mood, so had a few too many drinks that night. At the end of the night the five of us from our apartment were sat in the living room chatting and drinking some water in the hope of reducing any possible hangovers as we had a ride to do the following day, we were all a bit drunk though.

Out of nowhere Jason commented on how he could always see Brian’s cock silhouette through his cycling shorts and reckoned he must be massive, I’d often noticed how he looked like he had a big thick dick showing in his cycle shorts, I could always see the outline and felt quite jealous about it. Everyone was laughing, he looked a bit embarrassed as everyone was joking about his snake, I just kept quiet, then Sam dared him to drop his pants.

Brian pretended to not want to do it but after very little encouragement he went along with it, stood up and dropped his pants, his massive uncut cock flopped out, it looked incredible dangling out from his thick black shiny pubes. It must have been at least seven inches and was definitely completely soft, I could tell by the way it moved I’d seen plenty of dicks in my time!

They were all amazed and in awe of it, I could tell they were all jealous including me, it looked massive compared to my embarrassing little dick that was only 4 inches completely hard. Suddenly the conversation turned to who might have the smallest cock.

Mark quickly jumped up “sure as hell it’s not me” he dropped his pants and stood next to Brian, they both started swinging their dicks from side to side and laughing, Mark was slightly smaller than Brian, but there wasn’t much difference.

Sam stood up “for fucks sake, can’t believe I’m doing this” he dropped his pants too, closely followed by Jason, they all stood there with their dicks out, both a bit smaller than Brian, but still quite large, it was an amazing sight, I could feel my own stiffening in my pants as I stared at four good sized cocks swinging from side to side surrounded by bushy pubes.

I kept quiet and pretended to show no interest in them, I turned away and shook my head in fake disbelief hoping they would move on. Jason looked at me and smiled, then Sam and then Mark said ‘come on, get it out, your shorts always look flat at the front, that must be a little dick, prove us wrong’. I was so embarrassed, clearly they had noticed I wasn’t packing much down there, I always wore black shorts so it didn’t draw attention.

I started to protest, but before I knew it Mark had grabbed my legs and pulled me off the sofa on to the floor my erection quickly dissipated, Jason was kneeling across my chest with his back to me and a leg each side, Brian was kneeling over my legs, pinning them down with one of his knees each side of me.

I laughed with them but really not wanting this to happen, I squirmed about trying to free myself, but the two of them had me held down securely. Mark and Sam were kneeling either side. I felt my pants being undone, the panic about the exposure of my little dick had made me loose my semi erection completely now.

There was nothing I could do to stop them, I started to plead “please don’t do this guys, stop” I was enjoying this but I didn’t want the humiliation of my little dick being exposed, especially now I’d seen how big they all were and knew I had by far the smallest dick in the apartment.

They were all laughing too much to hear me and carried on with their fun as I squirmed to escape, then I felt my pants getting pulled down, and taken off, I see them fly across the room, Mark pulled my T-shirt off so I was completely naked in front of them all. They’d now pulled their own pants up so I was the only one with their little dick out.

I know I’m now completely exposed, there’s a thrill and a feeling of humiliation at bursa escort the same time they’re all kneeling on the floor laughing at my little dick and tiny balls and I’m wriggling to try and free myself and can feel my dick bobbling about, but unable to do anything about it, Jason was blocking my view so I unable to see how shrivelled I might be, when I’m embarrassed my dick always seems to shrink even more but this is turning me on so much. I try not to get hard, I don’t want them to see my little erection which would add to this humiliation.

I can feel someone’s fingers are jiggling my dick about as I try to escape, it seems to go on for ages. They make comments “look at that jiggle”, “what a tiny little worm”, “look at that baby dick bobble”, I can feel that my face is reddening with embarrassment, they’re all laughing.

I felt someone’s fingers lift my balls from beneath then heard Mark say “look at these tiny little balls”

Sam laughed “good thing they’re tiny, they match the little dick”

“It’s a shame you can’t see it very well, it’s shrivelling up trying to hide in these bushy pubes”

I felt him give my pubes a little tug. Mark stood up “I’ll get my beard clippers, give it a trim so we can get a better view” they all laugh, “great idea” shouts Brian, he seemed to be holding my legs down by kneeling on them, he probably had the best view of my little one resting between his legs.

I started squirming more to try and escape “please don’t shave me guys, I’m begging you, you’ve seen my little dick now”

Part of me was enjoying this, but the humiliation and embarrassment was overwhelming, my little dick and balls were about to be totally exposed, smooth and hairless like a baby.

Mark returned with the clippers, looked at me and switched them on and off a couple of times. “Are you ready for us to get a proper look at your button dick?”

I was laughing with them to try and show I wasn’t bothered “You bastards, I’ll get you back somehow!” They didn’t seem to care, they’d all had a few drinks.

Mark started the clippers “keep still, I don’t want to hurt you”

I stopped wriggling, it was pointless anyway now, it seemed my small bits were now going to be totally exposed and I really didn’t want any nicks.

I felt someone hold the end of my dick as the buzzing sensation moved from my dick towards my belly button, it felt nice, I was going to have to concentrate if I didn’t want to get hard!

Then I felt the buzzing sensation to the left and right of my pubic area, I saw Sam reach forward then he held his hand over my face and sprinkled my trimmed pubes over my face, I shook my face from side to side “wait till I get out of this Sam!” I wasn’t quite sure what I was going to do though.

As the buzzing headed to my balls I could feel my dick growing, it was too late, I couldn’t stop it now, I was getting an erection in front of them all and they were about to see my embarrassingly small hard on.

Jason shifted his weight on my chest now I was staying still. “He seems to be enjoying it, looks like his bobble dick is getting a semi hard on”

I felt someone pull my dick down towards my feet then Sam’s voice “that’s no semi, that’s completely hard” they laughed as he let go and my hard dick bounced back and hit my belly with a slap, it only did that if it was pulled down and let go.

Brian leaned around Jason to look at me with a concerned expression “how small is that little guy, you’re really tiny?”

I lied “about 5 inches”

I was hoping they’d believe me, we were all drunk after all!

Mark stood up again “there is no way that is 5 inches, I’ve got a tape measure to check my seat height, I’ll get it”

He was soon back, I was still hard, I felt the tape measure held against my embarrassing little dick, they were about to find out I was only just 4 inches.

Mark shouted out “Wow, he’s not even 4 inches, that is a tiny little dick! Let’s get it completely shaved smooth like the baby dick it is, I’ll get his razor”

He soon came back with my own razor and shaving cream as they removed the last of the hair from around my dick and balls.

I just lay there and let them, I was feeling a bit cold now the wet foam was on me, I could feel my balls tighten.

Jason leaned towards my dick “lovely and smooth shrivelled little baby dick” he gave my dick a jiggle then moved his fingers on to my balls “this little balls look so cute nice and smooth”

I heard Brian’s voice “I think it’s time we did a comparison”

I felt him moving around on my legs then something resting on my balls, I knew it was his massive cock, I could actually feel the weight of it, I could feel my own starting to grow at the thought of it, I couldn’t see as Jason was blocking my view, but I could imagine bursa escort bayan it, the thought was turning me on, I could feel my little dick growing again.

Sam shouted “someone is enjoying this”

He was correct, I was, I felt my dick reach full attention and twitch.

Sam seemed very excited “the little guy is fully had and still smaller that Brian’s soft dick!”

Mark commented “that dick is a shame” in quite a serious tone, after all the hilarity of the evening that felt the most humiliating comment of the ordeal. “Brian, get hard I would love to see the comparison!”

I heard Brian “haven’t we humiliated his little nub enough for the night?”

Sam laughed “no, he’s loving it, that little dick just twitched at the thought of it.”

He was right, the humiliation and thought of Brian’s big cock resting on my balls was turning me on so much.

I felt Brian lift his dick from my balls, I was disappointed, but then I felt him slowly moving his hand, I guessed he was stroking that monster, the thought of it was keeping me hard “I can’t believe I’m stroking my cock in front of you guys!” he said.

It didn’t long for Sam to let out a gasp “Wow man, that is HUGE!”

I felt Brian Shuffle down my legs towards my feet, then I felt the end of his cock on my balls, I wanted to see, but I was unable to get a view, the feel of his dick.

Mark commented “Wow, that is some comparison, you wouldn’t believe they were both human!”

I saw a flash of a phone camera

“Come on guys, please don’t take photo’s of me, please”

It was too late there were more pictures taken. I felt Brian’s cock lifted from my balls and he pulled his pants up. The embarrassment of them all just looking at my dick had made me loose my erection again, they never stayed long for me.

Eventually they gave up and Jason got off my, I could see my dick shaved for the first time, I was so small and smooth, my shaved little genitals looked even more pathetic without hair.

I got up to get my clothes, I needed to cover up my embarrassment but Mark was stood with them in front of the door, I held my right hand over my dick and balls, it only took one hand to hide my shame, I wasn’t sure why, they’d already seen everything. “come on, give me my clothes”

Mark looked at me, “get them” as he threw them to Sam.

Sam held my clothes “I think you should give us a little dance if you want your clothes back”

I looked over to the door, where Mark was still stood, stopping me from leaving the room, I was feeling so humiliated.

“Please don’t make me do this”

They all laughed, Sam spoke “stay naked then”

I had no choice I lifted my hands up and danced to the music in the back ground, I could feel my face burning red with embarrassment they all started clapping along, I looked down at my body as my dick bobbled and bounced about smooth and shaven. They were all having a good laugh at it and I was enjoying the humiliation my tiny dick bouncing above my little balls bouncing about for all to see.

At the end of the song I was a bit out of breath and sat down, still naked, they’d seen all of me now anyway, I didn’t bother to cover my embarrassment now.

Once they’d all calmed down from their hysterical laughter Mark picked up his phone then all our phones buzz, “there you go lads, that should give you something to have a laugh about when you need cheering up”.

I looked at my phone to see he’s sent photos of my shaved dick as well as a video of my little dick jiggling about to our apartment whatsapp group, they all have another giggle, then another buzz on my phone and in comes another video of my dick getting shaved, and the comparisons with Brian’s then soon followed by another buzz of me dancing naked, I hadn’t noticed Mark filming it!

Brian laughs again “you’d better not go swimming naked, because a fish might think it’s a worm” I laugh along with all the others and join in, what other option did I have but I was feeling totally humiliated looking down at my shaved little dick and balls especially when I thought about them all stood in a row swinging their big hairy dicks from side to side earlier?

Eventually everything died down and we went to bed.

I lay in bed and started to look at the pictures of Brian’s huge cock compared with mine, I felt myself getting hard, so reached down and held my dick between my thumb and forefinger and started stroking, my other three fingers caressing my smooth shaved balls where Brian’s dick had been resting earlier. There were a few hairs left on my balls, I’d probably get rid of them in the morning to make myself look tidy.

The head of his huge dick completely covered my little balls in the photo’s, I was wondering if there was any of his precum left behind escort bursa as I massaged them with my middle finger and slowly stroked my cock with my thumb and finger, my smooth little dick felt so good in my hand as I imagined reaching down with my other hand and holding his big cock in my fist and sliding my hand up and down his shaft.

It didn’t take long for me to shoot a couple of squirts of hot cum on my belly, I lay there thinking about how humiliating and embarrassing it had been but I had enjoyed it so much, they all knew how my little dick looked now.

The next morning I woke up, and look at my phone to find Sam had sent the videos to the WhatsApp group for everyone on the trip after we had gone to bed, I was dreading facing them all at breakfast!

I got out of bed and headed to the kitchen for a drink in my boxer shorts, I was thirsty, Jason was eating a bowl of cereal, he looked up “Sorry about last night hope you’re OK with it, just a bit of fun”

What could I say, I’d enjoyed it myself “I know, no worries, just a bit of a laugh, you could have done a better job of my balls though, you missed a bit”

He looked at me and laughed “I thought we’d done a good job”

“No! look at this” I pulled my shorts down a bit without a second thought, my dick bobbled as they went down, I held it up so he could see my balls “look at that, useless ball shaving, I can’t have half shaven balls, I’ll have to finish it myself.” I wanted to embarrass myself and I was succeeding, I enjoyed the humiliation of him looking at my tight little balls.

We were laughing at my partially shaven balls when Mark entered the kitchen “Oh my god, are you still laughing at his shrivelled little dick” he said with a smile in his voice and grabbed my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles so I was naked again!

I bent down to pull them up and he stood on the crotch of them between my legs to prevent me “come on, stand up and give us another little jiggle for a laugh” This felt so good sober! Humiliating myself again.

I stood up, hands in the air and swung my hips from side to side to make my dick wobble just as Sam entered the kitchen.

“Will you put that little dick away” he laughed.

I stopped jiggling “whatever, you’ve all seen I’ve got a tiny dick now, there’s nothing for me to try to hide, so you’d better get used to seeing it” I felt so liberated admitting I had a small dick through the humiliation.

Mark still had his foot on the crotch of my shorts, I just stepped out of them, gave my hips a quick shake and stood naked drinking a glass of water, it felt so good, it felt so embarrassing, my little shaved dick visible to all of them, I’d seen all their big cocks and knew they must be feeling great about their own dicks seeing my tiny one.

I looked them all in the eye and started to leave the kitchen “I’ve going to have a shower and finish shaving my balls seeing as you lot did such a rubbish job of it” They all laughed as I walked off.

I took a shower, finished shaving my balls and got dressed.

We met up every morning at a nearby cafe for a full breakfast before the day of cycling, when we got there, there was a big cheer, and a lot of comments ‘what the fuck were you lot up to last night’ cute little dick Darren?’ I had to just laugh along with them.

I waved my hands in the air, “whatever guys, the best thing about having a little dick is think about all the weight I’m saving going up hill!” There was a round of laughter and comments about “I’d prefer to have a big dick than save a couple of grams by having a worm between my legs!”

Throughout the rest of the trip there were jokes and jibes about my little bobble dick, at every opportunity, I was loving the feeling of the humiliation, I wanted to show it off again, I regularly walked out of our apartment bathroom without a towel to walk around letting my dick bobble about but it lost it’s excitement after a couple of days.

When the final night arrived we had hired the whole upper floor of a restaurant and were all drunk again, John who had organised the trip stood up to do a little fun awards ceremony, ‘fastest in the event from our group’, ‘best climber’ and some fun awards, ‘most chatty’, ‘best drinker’, ‘slowest’ and finally ‘smallest dick’ I stood up and took a bow to them all, then someone started a chant “show your dick, show your dick, show your dick”

Shit, I did not want to do this, expose my little shaved dick to everyone but they’d all seen it anyway so there wasn’t much point in me not dropping my pants, and if I didn’t choose to do it I was sure I’d get pounced on so I dropped them and lifted my shirt to show my little dick bobble to a lot of amusement and cheering. The humiliation was exhilarating, I could see them all looking at my tiny dick jiggling about bouncing about my tight little balls, an incredible feeling I’ll never forget.

The WhatsApp group was deleted once we got back to Dubai, but I have no idea if anyone saved the videos, I still jerk off thinking about if anyone still watches those videos.

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In case it’s not your kind of story… Mrs. Stewart feeds Marcus more cum, including her husband’s. Story tags: female domination, femdom, male submission, chastity, teasing, cum, cum eating, foot worship, pussy worship.

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An Obedient Boy for Katherine, Part 2

Marcus stood outside the Stewarts’ bedroom, waiting to see what requirements Mrs. Stewart had for him that day. He was dressed in the sheer black shorts and the tight sleeveless t-shirt that she had chosen as his “house uniform.” Under the shorts, his cock was securely locked in the Holy Trainer chastity device that he had worn almost every day for the past month.

Throughout the month, Mrs. Stewart had continued his training, which seemed to centre around his obedient tongue being ready to please her most mornings after Mr. Stewart departed for work. Marcus still found himself working at staying calm in those moments before Mr. Stewart came out of the bedroom and saw him waiting. Their interactions were relaxed enough and there were no secrets about his serving Mrs. Stewart. It just remained a little awkward.

Living in the Stewarts’ maid suite by the garage, Marcus considered himself lucky that friends of his Aunt Bess lived so close to campus and were so generous to allow him to live there. Losing his part-time job soon after moving in, he had agreed to become a personal servant, of sorts, to Mrs. Stewart in exchange for rent and a little extra cash. That agreement had evolved until he was also her willing sexual toy and becoming their house boy. With little more than a decade separating his age from the Stewarts, and his Aunt Bess for that matter, it didn’t feel as awkward as it might have if they were older.

While he waited, Marcus held the key and chain that let him unlock the chastity cage each morning before he showered and shaved, the latter for both face and genitals. He’d gotten used to the smoothness in both areas and the morning ritual was a comfortable way to start his day. He’d also gotten used to the house uniform he wore at Mrs. Stewart’s behest. She had provided enough sets that he could change multiple times each day, after doing chores or working out, without the danger of running out of clean sets. To ensure they were properly maintained, she had arranged for their twice-weekly laundry service to clean the worn uniforms.

So far, only the Stewarts and their cleaning ladies had seen him up close wearing the sheer black shorts and top. Soon after starting to wear them, Marcus had begun cleaning his suite. It was one of his regular chores and the cleaning ladies, mother Sofia and daughter Isabella, inspected his room each time they came to the house and informed Mrs. Stewart if he was achieving their standard for cleaning. Partway through that first cleaning while in uniform, Marcus had realized that he would be in close contact with the ladies when they next inspected his room. Also on display would be his toned 19-year-old body in sheer black booty shorts and a sleeveless tee. He survived that first inspection, red as a beet from embarrassment and the subsequent ones slowly got better. Marcus was mildly impressed at how casually the ladies accepted his attire and made no remarks about it, at least not to him.

The bedroom door opened and Mr. Stewart came out on his usual beeline for the coffee maker before he headed to his car.

“She’s waiting for you,” he said over his shoulder to Marcus as he passed the waiting teen.

Marcus stepped through the doorway. Katherine was laying back on the bed holding a thick dildo in her pussy and moving it very slightly in and out. Marcus walked over and put the key on the night table within her reach.

“Strip,” she ordered, “and put your clothes on the chair.”

Naked except for the cage on his cock, Marcus approached the bed again. Katherine slid the dildo from her pussy and flipped it around to place the base on her pubic mound.

“Kiss my cock and suck my juices from the head, then I need you to lick me to orgasm.”

Marcus knew that he didn’t need to speak, only obey. He leaned over the bed and with the soft open-lipped approach that Mrs. Stewart had taught him and planted a lingering kiss on the tip of her dildo. He enjoyed that first taste of her juices and the heady scent of her arousal. Opening his lips, Marcus felt the head of the dildo slide into his mouth. He bathed it with his tongue, wanting to capture every bit of Mrs. Stewart’s flavor.

“Deeper,” she said huskily, “last time you took half of it, let’s see how much today.”

Downward his mouth went over the dildo. He adjusted the angle of his head and neck, trying to please her by taking more of it until it hit the back of his throat. Gagging slightly, he pulled back.

“Good boy,” Mrs. Stewart said, “one more try, and then lick my pussy.”

Marcus showed that he had been learning his lessons well as he licked Mrs. Stewart to two gentle orgasms, the way she liked to enjoy them in the morning. When she chose to bursa escort ride his face later in the day, she often sought to be built up slowly until the earth moved for her. Marcus was still getting used to having Mr. Stewart watch sometimes when he served her in the evenings. That change had come after the few times that Mr. Stewart had reason to return to the bedroom for something after Marcus’ face was buried in Mrs. Stewart’s pussy. Marcus had been taught to lick slowly when she had to speak with her husband, and he did the same when she needed to use her phone during a licking session.

Pushing his face back from her satisfied pussy, Mrs. Stewart sat up and pulled Marcus forward for a long deep kiss. She always enjoyed tasting herself on the young man’s face. Marcus moaned as her strong tongue fucked his mouth, it was a reaction he’d never been able to suppress. Smiling, Mrs. Stewart pulled back.

“I sucked Charles’ cock this morning, could you taste him on my tongue?”

Marcus’ eyes widened as he tried to determine if he had.

“No, probably not, then,” she continued, “we’ll have to try that kiss again right after he fills my mouth with cum. Anyway, stand beside the bed please.”

Marcus rose and stood beside the bed as Mrs. Stewart swung her legs over the edge to sit on the side of the mattress. In a well-rehearsed ritual, Marcus stepped forward between her spread knees. She took the key from the table and inserted it in the internal lock cylinder holding the chastity cage closed.

“Have you been a good boy, Marcus?” she asked playfully.

“That is for Mistress to decide,” he replied, an answer it had taken him a few tries before finding one that satisfied her.

Marcus waited to see if she would unlock the cage and let him cum. The change from jerking off three or four times every day to being allowed to cum not even every day had been more of a mental challenge to accept than a physical one. But he did accept it, and these moments where he waited for her to decide on his fate were deliciously tantalizing.

Mrs. Stewart smiled. She pulled the lock cylinder from its recess and, working quickly, removed the tube of the chastity device and the ring that circled Marcus’ cock and balls. As she often chose to do, she gently massaged his balls while watching his cock grow to hardness, leaving it untouched until it was full and throbbing.

“Where shall I let you cum today,” Mrs. Stewart mused.

Since the first time that she had milked his cock to spurt all over her full breasts, Mrs. Stewart had been inventive in her choices. The one essential element was that each time Marcus was allowed to cum, he was expected to lick up every drop without complaint. Marcus had adjusted quickly to this requirement, knowing that it would bring his lips and tongue in contact with his beautiful Mistress’ toned and tanned body.

He had coated her breasts with cum more than a few times, and also her toned stomach and had even covered her pussy with cum to be lapped up. Mrs. Stewart had occasionally rolled over and let Marcus stroke himself until he spurted all over her back, on the cheeks of her ass, or even been confined to filling the crack of her ass with his cum. Each time, he submissively lowered his lips to the mess he had made and cleaned up every drop.

Sometimes, when Mrs. Stewart was in a hurry to start her day, she would milk Marcus’ creamy load into her hands, and have him suck each finger clean. She had also explored having his fresh come covering her legs for his attentive tongue and lately had enjoyed having that cream sucked from her sexy toes. She giggled over that when she told Mr. Stewart during their afternoon catch-up over a glass of wine. She told her husband about it in detail as Marcus refreshed their wine glasses and said she would certainly be trying a cum-covered foot worship session again.

Marcus stood still, feeling his cock harden as Mrs. Stewart held his balls firmly. He dared not imagine how she might take his cum because he would invariably be wrong. To his surprise, he watched as Mrs. Stewart leaned forward and took the head of his cock between her lips. Marcus moaned, his knees trembling, as she softly sucked the head of his cock and used her free hand to stroke the shaft. It was one of his fastest orgasms in weeks.

With a tight grin, Mrs. Stewart sat back up on the edge of the mattress. She pointed at the floor and Marcus knelt in front of her. Leaning forward, she drew Marcus close for a kiss. As she had trained him, Marcus opened his lips to accept her kiss and was surprised as his own cum slid from her mouth into his. Marcus moaned against Mrs. Stewart’s lips as she held the kiss until all of the cum had been passed and she knew he had swallowed it. The sexual intensity of that kiss left Marcus trembling in submissive delight. Mrs. Stewart smiled broadly at his reaction.

“Well,” she said cheerily, “that was fun. I may have to try that again.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” bursa escort bayan Marcus whispered.

“Oh, you are welcome, my dear boy. Now go get yourself cleaned up, caged, and off to start your day.”

Throughout the day, on his walks to and from campus, while sitting in his classes, and after returning home, Marcus caught himself running the tip of his tongue around his lips as he imagined the feel of that kiss. Each time he focused on that memory, he felt his cock throb in its cage.

Back in his room after classes, Marcus stripped off his street clothes in preparation to don his house uniform. Before doing so he hopped in the shower to make sure he was clean all over in case Mrs. Stewart called for him. He checked the time and knew that Mr. Stewart wouldn’t be home for another hour and that he would be required to be ready to serve wine soon after his arrival. While he waited, he slipped into a clean set of shorts and a top and opened a textbook to review with the day’s lecture notes.

Marcus’ mind was pulled back out of his books by the sound of the garage door as Mr. Stewart arrived home. Waiting until he got in the house and past the maid suite where Marcus stayed, Marcus padded down the hallway and into the kitchen. As he passed the door to Mrs. Stewart’s home office he saw that the closed door still had a “do not disturb” sign on the handle. In the kitchen, Marcus set two wine glasses on the counter and ensured there was an open bottle with sufficient contents ready to fill the glasses for the Stewarts.

Mr. Stewart appeared first. He came out of the bedroom suite barefoot, wearing a casual slacks and a vintage 1950s bowling shirt with bold red and blue front panels. He nodded approval at Marcus who held up a wine glass in inquiry and slid into his usual space on one of the large low sofas to wait for his wife to join him. Marcus delivered the glass of wine to Mr. Stewart and returned to his place to wait.

It wasn’t long before Mrs. Stewart came out of the hallway and rounded the corner like a force of nature.

“Those bastards,” she exclaimed to no one in particular, and continued once she saw her husband, “Headquarters won’t accept that plan I’ve been working on for two weeks unless I change things to please that prick in Marketing, and I do not report to him.”

As she spoke, Mrs. Stewart’s hands were busy unbuttoning the blouse she wore. She stripped it off and dropped it on the nearest chair. Reaching behind, she unclasped the white lace bra she wore and exhaled deeply as she unpeeled it from her breasts to toss it aside with the blouse. Standing there in a grey calf-length pencil skirt and heels, she massaged her breasts with both hands while Mr. Stewart and Marcus watched.

As quickly as her emotions had burst, Mrs. Stewart was back in control. Releasing her breasts, she picked up her blouse and bra and headed for the bedroom suite. She spoke as she headed through the door.

“Pour my wine please, Marcus, I will be right there.”

Marcus poured the second glass of wine and walked around the counter to place it on the table closest to Mrs. Stewart’s usual spot.

“Well,” said Mr. Stewart, “it a good thing she doesn’t stay mad, or need someone to take it out on because I’d let you have that duty.”

Marcus, unsure how to respond to that, left it with a simple, “Yes, sir.”

Mrs. Stewart reappeared by the time Marcus had returned to his spot in the kitchen. He usually found that the Stewarts would let him head back to his room after he refilled their glasses. Mrs. Stewart wore a simple flowing sleeveless dress that reached mid-thigh. Too loose to reveal much, Marcus’ mind still toyed with the possibility that she wore nothing under it. Taking her seat, she took up her glass and had a quiet sip before she was ready to engage with her husband.

“So,” Charles said with a grin, “enough about your day, would you like to hear about mine?”

Katherine held up one finger, “Just a sec.”

She drained her wine glass and set it down.

“Marcus, may we please have refills?”

“Yes ma’am,” Marcus said quickly as he grabbed the wine from the fridge.

As he poured, Mrs. Stewart turned in her seat and stretched her legs out on the long, low, sofa.

“After you have put the bottle away,” she instructed Marcus, “come back here. I want you to massage my feet.”

Marcus returned and sat at the end of the sofa. He lifted Mrs. Stewart’s feet into his lap and began softly massaging.

“Mmmmm,” sighed Katherine, “go ahead, tell me about your day Charles.”

“Well,” Charles began, “we hired that new executive receptionist. She’s quite pretty, and it turns out she was a champion snowboarder in college. So now the boys want to organize a retreat in the mountains for the whole office because they think they can impress her on the slopes.”

Katherine laughed, “Competitive testosterone, mountains, and a new girl to show off for. That should prove disastrous.”

“Thank escort bursa you, dear,” Charles said with a chuckle, “I will let them know the family insurance expert recommends against the excursion.”

“You’re welcome, dear, try not to break your own leg trying to impress her, at least not until I’ve had a chance to seduce her.”

“As you wish, my love.”

Mrs. Stewart raised her free foot until her toes could tease Marcus’ nipples to hardness through the thin fabric of his shirt. The touch broke his concentration on massaging her foot and she used that opportunity to instruct him.

“I think your pretty mouth can be put to work too, Marcus.”

“Yes ma’am,” he replied softly and obediently raised the foot he held to his lips.

Marcus drifted into a level of subspace as his world was reduced to the massaging and oral worship of Katherine’s feet. He barely heard the conversation the Stewarts had as he applied himself to the service he was providing. It wasn’t until Katherine pulled her feet from his grasp that he looked up at her. Her broad smile indicated that she knew exactly how easily and deeply he could drift into that state.

“Before you tidy up and go to your room, Marcus,” Mrs. Stewart said, “I have decided that in the mornings when you come to see me, you will no longer wear your shorts or top. I want you to present yourself wearing only your cock cage. Is that clear?”

“Uh…,” Marcus faltered in replying as he glanced over at Mr. Stewart who carefully ignored him, “yes ma’am, I understand.”

“Good,” said Katherine as she stood, “Charles, now that I have been turned on by a very nice toe-sucking, I would like you to come to the bedroom and fuck me like you mean it.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Charles as he put down his wine glass and rose to follow his wife to the bedroom.

Marcus returned the wine to the fridge and made sure there was another bottle chilling since the open one might not be enough for their drinks the next day. He washed, dried, and put away the two wine glasses and did his habitual straightening and wiping down of the kitchen area. Back in his room he lay down and let the memory of worshipping Mrs. Stewart’s feet fill his imagination. He’d never thought of himself as having a foot fetish, but perhaps it was more about whose feet they were, he decided.

The following day, Marcus had a full day of classes on campus. The morning after that, rounding on 48 hours since his last orgasm, he waited outside the Stewarts’ bedroom door wearing only the chastity cage and holding the key as usual.

The door opened and Mr. Stewart appeared. It was a rare day that he was in a suit instead of business casual, he paused in the doorway to straighten his tie. As he did he took a few seconds to look Marcus up and down.

“That exercise program she has you on is giving good results Marcus, keep it up.”

“Thank you, sir,” Marcus said as the blush rose in his cheeks from having the older man check him out like that.

“She’s waiting for you, enjoy your treat,” Mr’s Stewart said as he headed for the kitchen to grab his coffee.

Marcus entered the bedroom to find Mrs. Stewart laying on her back on the bed. Her legs were spread wide and the fingertips of one hand idly traced in random patterns over the stomach and breasts.

“Take off the cage, Marcus,” she said in a calm but firm voice, “and kneel between my legs. I want you to cum all over me, add your cream to Charles’ for me.”

“Yes ma’am,” Marcus replied.

With practiced movements, he had the cage off and set aside in record time. He crawled between Katherine’s spread legs and moved forward to position himself on his knees close to her open pussy. He licked the palm of his hand and wrapped it around his hard cock. He was already stroking when his brain caught up and he realized what mixing their loads of cum would mean. He was still expected to lick up all of his own cum.

“I want you to cum for me, Marcus,” Katherine said in a husky whisper, “cover my stomach and tits with your hot cream. Give me a big load of boy cum. Cum for me…”

Marcus groaned as the intense desire to cum he always felt when released from the cage combined with the sensual instructions he was hearing. He trembled as his orgasm took over his body and the first thick spurt of cum reached the top of Katherine’s cleavage. In slowly lessening intensity, he shot four or five more heavy spurts and a few smaller dribbles over the top of Katherine’s pussy.

Katherine had pulled her hand out of the way of the flying shots of cum but soon returned to idly mixing the two loads together with her fingertips. She smiled as she tasted the tips of her fingers.

“I think you have a mess to clean up,” she said softly.

“Yes, Mistress,” Marcus whispered as he lowered his lips to Katherine’s pussy to start.

Slowly he licked his way up Katherine’s torso, cleaning up the mixture of his own and Charles’ cum that covered her stomach and breasts. With a final lick to capture away a droplet that was on the base of her neck, Marcus began to move to one side.

Katherine stopped him by holding his head near her own. She drew their lips together and she kissed him deeply, tasting the remains of the cum on his lips and chin.

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The next morning, when it was time to wrap up so we could get breakfast before checking out of the hotel, I set them down on the floor and turned on the machine. They both returned to normal. Once they got over the dizziness they realized they were both still naked – and their tiny clothes were still on the desk. I wasn’t about to tell them I could just zap their clothes. Instead I let them believe I would need to shrink them again so that they could get dressed first. I would of course, enjoy watching and helping them put their tiny clothes back on. But before that I asked them to come sit with me on the edge of the bed. They sat on either side of me and I hugged them first, then reached around to cup a breast. Very different at this size, but just as enjoyable to fondle.

Melodie leaned in first and planted a kiss on me Then she whispered in my ear. “Well if we have to shrink again, I want … “

I look her in the eyes. “Are you sure?”

She said OH YEAH.”

“Do you think Claudette will be okay with that?”

“Absolutely” she replied with a wink.

So I shrunk Claudette. She looked up at us from the floor and said “Hey! Why is Melodie up there and I’m down here?”

I bent down and lifted her up. Holding her in my hand, I said “We’re just going to have a little fun, that’s all.” Then I held her up to my lips and kissed her bare chest and whispered “Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn next.”

Then I turned to Melodie, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed with me. “Put out your hand.”

She did and I gently set Claudette into her hand. I said “Be very gentle with her.”.

Melodie squealed and said “This is SO COOL!!” and then looked down at Claudette, her close friend and co-worker, in her hand. She blurted “My own little sex toy!”

As Claudette looked up at her new captor with a hint of fear in her eyes, Melodie touched her stomach. Then she touched a breast. She spoke as if Claudette weren’t even there, telling me “Hey, I can feel her nipple. I wish it were hard though.” She frowned.

I said “Well, why don’t you make it hard?”

“I can do that?”

“Yep. You just need to get her in the mood. You can stimulate her with your finger. She is totally under your control now, she is incapable of resisting you.”

Claudette piped up, “Hey guys, I’m right here!”

Melodie looked at the tiny woman in her hand and grinned. “I KNOW! And you are SO cute. This is going to be so much fun!!”

She tried stroking and caressing Claudette’s breasts and pulling on her nipples. It took a minute, but Claudette let out a groan, unable to resist the continuous stimulation of Melodie’s huge digit, and that was enough for Melodie to get into it and rub harder. Claudette’s breasts succumbed to the overwhelming stimulation of Melodie’s finger and her nipples began to stiffen.

She blurted, “This is so exciting, I made her nipples hard!”

As I felt them for myself, sampling the tiny hard pebbles under my touch, I bent my head down and said “Claudette, it seems you’re making Melodie wet” (as I verified by feeling her down there; Melodie was so into her new toy that she hardly noticed, not that she would bother stopping me anyway…) “so Melodie’s finger is going to make love to you now, okay?”

Claudette looked a little panicked. I stroked her cheek and said “Don’t worry, lay back and enjoy your orgasm.”

Then I took her tiny feet and lifted her legs in the air. I told Melodie “Here, go ahead and touch.”

She held out a finger and touched Claudette between the legs. Claudette shuddered. I whispered to Melodie “Touch her anus and see what happens.” As I held her feet with one hand, I separated her ass cheeks with my other finger and thumb.

Melodie touched her anus and Claudette shrieked. She wiggled the tip of her finger in further and said “I can actually feel her hole, it’s so tiny! This is cool! You’re right, I think bursa escort she secretly likes that!” She smirked.

Next I separated her legs and told Melodie “Stroke her there gently. Don’t put your finger inside of her until she is wet enough. Otherwise you’ll hurt her.”

She rubbed her there, sliding the tip of her finger up and down Claudia’s cunt. After a time Claudette’s body trembled.

“I can feel a drop of come.”

“Okay, now you can try. Just go slow.”

She worked her finger almost an inch into Claudette’s pussy and began pumping in and out.

I told her “You can be gentle, a small movement will set her off. You are in control and you can decide when you want to make her come.”

As if to prove me right, Claudette began bucking her hips against Melodie’s finger and soon she was moaning. A minute later she was in the throes of orgasm, thrashing about in Melodie’s hand.

Melodie said “This is fun knowing I’m making her do this! I’m going to try a little harder and see what happens.”

She pumped harder and faster and Claudette began screaming and moaning and bucking her hips in tandem to Melodie’s finger. I touched her nipples and they were rock hard. Finally Claudette collapsed.

I told Melodie “Gently take her finger out. Now lift Claudette to your mouth and taste her there.”

She did and said “Mmm, it’s warm and sweet.” Then she said “OMG this is making me so wet, there is one more thing I have to try!”

Melodie scooted back on the bed so that she could lay against the headboard, and then she spread her legs with her knees up. She lowered Claudette down between her legs and touched her feet to her clit. Claudette was still half out of it and hardly reacted. She began to slide her legs into her pussy. Claudette started to realize what was happening and began kicking. All this did was stimulate Melodie even more.

She said “Ooh yeah, Claudi, keep doing that, it feels so good!!”

Nudging her even further into herself, until her breasts brushed up against her vaginal lips, she looked down at Claudette and said “The faster you make me come the sooner you get a break!”

Claudette was resigned to her fate and tried to reach Melodie’s clit. Melodie just pushed her further in, so that only her head and shoulders were visible. Claudette began frantically trying to stimulate Melodie, between moving her legs and rubbing the vaginal folds that were trapping her. I decided to help this along by rubbing Melodie’s breast with one hand, while I reached down with the other and rubbed Melodie on either side of where Claudia’s head was sticking out. Soon Melodie came, her whole body writhed in ecstacy and a trickle of warm goo worked its way over Claudette’s tiny shoulders and neck. I reached down and slid Claudette’s sopping wet body out of Melodie. I caressed her as I licked the sweet musty come off her body.

I told Melodie I needed to shrink her back again. I felt like Claudette deserved a little payback, so I fiddled with the controls to make Melodie even more compliant. Then I picked her up off the floor and held her.

Once Claudette was a little more with it, I returned her to normal size. I planted a big French kiss on her lips, it took her a couple seconds to respond but she began kissing me back eagerly. We sat on the bed and made out for a few minutes, I pulled her into my lap and kissed her lips and breasts, with Melodie dutifully sitting there on the table, clearly aware of the fate awaiting her.

Then in between kisses I said “Hey, are you ready for Melodie?”

“Hmmm?”

“I told you that you’d get your turn. Especially after what Mel did to you, I think you should have a little fun with her too. Here, give me your hand.”

I took her hand and set it down palm up, next to Melodie. I said “Melodie, sit down in Claudette’s hand.”

Resigned to her fate, and nearly lacking any inhibitions bursa escort bayan due to the influence of the machine, she stepped over Claudette’s wrist and sat down in the palm of her hand. Claudette just looked at her with fascination.

I said “Be gentle, but you can do whatever you want and she will obey your wishes.”

“Really?”

“Yep. Watch this.” I leaned in and said “Melodie, touch yourself.” And as we watched, Melodie parted her legs and brought her hand there and began to touch herself.

I said “Okay, lift your hand up slowly and let’s have a look.” She lifted her hand up to her face and marveled at the sight of Melodie touching herself.

“Okay, now why don’t you touch her.”

She looked at me for a moment first, and then back to the tiny woman in her hand, who continued to touch herself between the legs. Claudette touched Melodie’s leg, then moved her finger up to her stomach, and then to her breast. She stroked a breast and tugged on the tiny nipple.

“Hey, can I tell her what to do?”

“Yes!”

She said “Mel, play with your breasts.” At that she lifted her hands to her breasts and began rubbing and squeezing them and pinching her nipples.

I touched one of her breasts, nudging her tiny hand away with the massive tip of my finger, and felt that her nipple was nowhere close to hard. “Claudi, do you want to make her nipples hard? Just rub them with your finger. She can’t resist you.”

She said “Okay” and then began to fondle Mel’s breasts, smothering them with her finger, rubbing and kneading them between her finger and thumb. Melodie squirmed in her hand and it didn’t take long for her nipples to stiffen.

“Hey I feel them, that’s pretty cool!”

I said “You did that!”

Then she proceeded to bring Mel to her chest and pressed one of her hard nipples against her own nipple. She looked at me a little sheepishly and said “I.. just wanted to see if I could feel it. I think I do! Ooh this is so cool. Mel, suck my nipple!”

At that, Mel brought her hands out to hold onto the massive globe of flesh before her. She opened her little mouth and struggled to wrap her mouth around Claudi’s nipple. She began to suck. Claudi said “It’s SO cute, I can just feel it but it feels good!”

At that I surprised Claudi by locking lips with her again. She eagerly dove her tongue into my mouth as I pulled her closer in my lap, pressing Mel between us. With both hands free now, she embraced me and ran her hands up and down my back as we kissed. She growled “Fuck me. Now.”

I gently rotated her and lay her down onto her back, with Mel still pressed against her breast. I sucked on the other breast, while I felt down between her legs. I stroked her for a few moments, though she was already wet. Then I positioned myself between her legs. With the head of my penis I traced her pussy lips, teasing her. Then before entering her, I lifted Melanie up off her breast. I turned her around and parted her tiny legs. I held her up to my mouth and caressed her with my tongue for a few moments to get her going. Once I got a moan out of her, I lowered her down with her legs straddling either side of Claudi’s pussy. Then I slowly penetrated her, while I held Melanie down so that my penis brushed her between her legs as I penetrated Claudi. I began to fuck her, slow and rhythmically, with Melanie in between us. I took my time, slowly building both of them up with my long thrusts. I bent over and kissed Claudi on the lips again as I pumped.

I could feel Melanie squished between us, so before I dared go harder, I lifted her back up. I saw that she was slick down there herself, though I wasn’t sure if it was her own juices or ours. I had an idea though. I held her legs apart and with two fingers, held her pussy lips apart. Then I mounted her onto one of Claudi’s hard nipples. As I brought Claudi to multiple orgasms, spewing my escort bursa seed deep into her, I rocked Melodie on Claudi’s nipple, holding her ass between my finger and thumb, until she also came.

After the three of us came down from our high, I lay Melodie down gently on the bed and then helped Claudette up, so that I could shrink her back down. I scooped them both up in my hands and carried them to the bathroom, where I filled up the sink and gave them each a bath, taking my time and ensuring I cleaned every tiny inch. Then I hopped in the shower myself, while they soaked in the warm sink water. After I got out, I dried myself off first and then dried each of them, gently blotting them with the edge of the towel.

I carried them both over to the desk where their clothes lay, and then pulled up the chair and got comfortable. Remembering that Melodie was still lacking any resistance to our commands, I smiled and said “Melodie, dress Claudette for me.”

Claudette looked at me and said “Huh?”

“Shh. She’s still under mind control. Besides, I want to watch.” I grinned.

At that, Melodie picked up Claudette’s panties and held them out for Claudi to step into. As she did and Melodie started to slide them up her legs, I quickly stuck my finger there to block them.

Claudi looked at me, with her hands on her hips, and said “You just couldn’t resist, could you.”

I smiled innocently. “Who, me?” I brushed her pussy one last time before withdrawing my finger so that Melodie could finish pulling them up. Then she got her bra and Claudi lifted her arms so that Melodie could place it over her ample but tiny breasts and then fasten it in the back. Next came the jeans and then the top.

As Claudette stepped into her shoes, Melodie was still naked. I picked up Claudette and gazed at her in my hand, reminiscing yesterday when this sexual romp first started. I brushed her chest with my thumb, tracing her breasts through the fabric. Then I placed her on the floor and fired up the machine, restoring her to normal size. As soon as she got over her momentary disorientation, she planted a kiss on me.

Then I invited her to sit with me to watch Melodie get dressed. I picked up Melodie’s panties and held them out for Mel to step into. She did and I slid them up her legs, of course taking a last opportunity to stroke her bare pussy before I slid them up the rest of the way.

Next was her bra. I handed it to Claudi with a grin and said “I think this is your area.”

She took the tiny bra from my fingers and worked it over Mel’s arms and fit it over her tiny breasts. I said “Melodie, fasten your bra.” I figured the clasp was too tiny for me, I’d probably break it trying, and we didn’t exactly have a spare.

I held her slacks for her to step into and let her fasten those, and then worked the blouse over her shoulders and let her button it, touching her bare stomach again before it was covered up. As she put her own shoes on, I began to get dressed myself, but Claudi stopped me and spontaneously she got on her knees in front of me, then grabbed my shaft and plunged it into her mouth. She went at it with abandon, licking and kissing and sucking vigorously. I held onto her shoulders as she brought me to one more eruption, this time down her throat. She managed to hold onto it all, keeping her top clean despite my volume. She stood up and licked her lips, and then sat back on the bed to watch me finish getting dressed.

Once I was dressed, I put my hand out on the desk and asked Melodie to climb in. She sat down in my hand and I lifted her up, again taking a moment to enjoy the sight, to brush my thumb against her chest and feel the tiny bumps through her blouse, before setting her back down on the floor and using the machine to restore her size.

The three of us all hugged and kissed as I packed up the machine. We walked out arm in arm, kissing again in the parking lot. Claudi said “See you at work on Monday!” and winked, before she climbed into her car. Melodie did the same, but with a long french kiss first. I watched them both drive off, thinking Monday morning was going to be a very interesting day at work, indeed.

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