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Danny was home alone most of the afternoon and he was up to his usual play. A long time ago Danny found the key to the secrete briefcase under his parents bed. He would get a tingly feeling of excitement when no-one was home as he put the key in the lock and opened the suitcase full of pornos and toys.

His father was out of town on business and his mother was gone running errands. He sat sprawled on his parents bed thumbing through dirty magazines and squeezing his massive hard on, listening in case a car come up the drive. He pretty much knew when anyone would be home, so he got a bunch of stuff out of the briefcase. There were anal sex magaziness, movies and all sorts of toys. He was looking at pictures of large women with big tits and fat asses; almost all of it was anal penetration, enemas and even photos of women taking massive dumps. Danny loved the toys too. There were fake penises which he would suck in his mouth, butt plugs like in the magazines, and pumps for his Mom and Dad. He would go in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom and practice fitting his parent’s toys in his asshole, trying to fit bigger and bigger things up his butt. He came by pushing a massive dildo deep in his rectum while blowing his thick load all over himself, shooting rope after rope of thick creamy cum on his stomach, chest, and face. Then he would scurry to clean it all up and put everything unnoticeably back into place before anyone got home.

Danny’s mother was 49, a housewife with short blonde hair and a big motherly body that had begun to fill out years ago. Dianne was getting bigger, but not fatter. She was actually keeping a fairly trim waist, but put on weight in her arms, thighs, hips, ass, and her already enormous tits had an even fuller look to them now. In these hot summer days when she was vacuuming and cleaning around the house, she wore only her undergarments because it was so hot- tight white polyester top that held her huge knockers in while letting her big nipples poke out, and panties that stretched across her full hips and let her juicy big ass spill out underneath.

One afternoon Danny was working in the yard without a shirt getting some sun. His mother was working up a sweat vacuuming the house. Dianne looked out the window and admired what a man her handsome son had become- just turned 18 and getting ready Ankara escort for his senior year in high-school. She admired his smooth skin and young arms, and his small frame that had not yet filled out like his father’s. He was a man, but definitely still her boy. She loved her son with the close and intimate love that only a mother has for her baby and she loved to serve and spoil her beloved boy.

She went to the kitchen to whip up a couple sandwiches. “Honey, do you want to come in and have lunch?” she asked from the kitchen window.

“Sure Mom. Just a sec.”

Danny came in all sweaty from working outside. He quickly devoured his lunch as his loving mother looked on. He was about to rush back out when she said, “Hold on there. Come here and give your Mom a kiss” He went back over to her and gave his mom a peck on the lips and went back outside.

All the while after watching her son strain his body in the sun, his mother started to wonder how fully grown a man he was now, if he was ‘grown’ like his father. She had known from his stained sheets and tissues in his room he liked to jack off all the time. When doing the laundry Dianne pressed her sons cumstains to her nose to smell and would suck the taste out. When bathing her son as a boy she noticed he had his father’s penis, and often fantasized how big it must be now. She didn’t want her son to have to jerk off alone- she wanted to please him and do it for him. After all as a mother she could please her son like no one could. It was her ongoing fantasy to be able to service her son, to squat between his legs and stroke his balls and meat lovingly for her son.

She was having nasty thoughts in the heat, and soon disappeared to her room to go play with her toys. She watched her son from the upstairs bedroom window. Dianne got her pussy pump from the briefcase and began pumping her big pussy up. It was so hot and she was so sweaty, the sweat running down her enormous ass crack. There was enough sweat to easily slide a couple fingers in and out of her bum. She was getting off watching her son work outside, thinking about loving her son’s tool. She got so horned up that she wanted more. She went over to the open window and called out,

“Danny? Its so hot out, can I get you anything?” She was getting off talking to her son while secretly masturbating below.

“Yeah Ankara escort bayan Mom, I’m thirsty, could you make some lemonade or something?”

He was so sweet. She wanted to make him happy. By now her pussy was pumped up really big and it was wetter than the rest of her sweaty body. She pulled up her panties and went downstairs to make some lemonade. She brought it out to the porch on the sun table. “Come and get it, Hun!” She called. She reclined in one of the chairs, getting some sun. Danny came over sweating a lot himself.

“Wow thanks Mom. I really needed this!” And he reclined on a chair next to hers. She lay with her eyes closed, sunbathing. At a glance Danny took in his mother’s huge curves, her thick legs and- there was a huge mound in her panties! Whoa! Because he had actually seen all his parent toys, he figured that his mom had just pumped her pussy! He took another quick glance as she lay there with her eyes closed.

“Shit it’s hot!” He said.

“What did you just say?! I don’t like to hear my baby say foul words.” She let out. But the thoughts running through her mind were at least as foul.

“Sorry Mom.” Danny glanced over to check his mother’s puffy pussy. Fuck! He was getting a stiffy in his shorts. “I’m gonna go in and cool down. Are you staying out here?”

“Yeah, I want to get some sun in on this big ‘ol body of mine.” She said.

From the living room Danny could freely stare at his mother’s enormous pumped up mound without her seeing him. He thought it was a little weird that it was his Mom, but it looked so good he couldn’t help it, so he quickly unzipped his shorts and pulled out his massive dong and began stroking it.

His mother knew her son had noticed, and she positioned herself to be seen from the window. Sweat glistened off her body and her pussy let out a stream of juices thinking what her son must be doing.

He was furiously beating off his meat, looking out the window at his Mother when suddenly she got up to go inside and glanced toward the window as she did. Danny quickly zipped up his pants and turned on the TV, trying to cover up his massive hard-on. His mother nonchalantly passed through the room, eyeing the bulge in his shorts, knowing what her son was doing.

“Just wanted to get a magazine.” She said reaching to the coffee table. Dianne looked Escort Ankara down at her mortified son on the couch, her pumped, wet mound within arms reach of his face. Her son sat there awkwardly, looking a bit uncomfortable. “Danny, your shorts are unzipped honey.” She gave him a wink and a mother-knows kind of smile. “Honey, I don’t mind if you want to masturbate. Please don’t let me stop you!” And she shifted her weight to one leg and stuck her big hip out with her hand on it.

“Mom, I’m sorry, I just-“

“Don’t be sorry honey! Masturbation is a wonderful thing, especially in this heat!”

Danny sat stiff looking at his mother, just inches away from her wet panty covered mound, trying not to look at it.

“Danny, sweetie, will you let your mother help you with that?” She asked in a loving and helpful tone. She turned off the TV, sat down next to him on the sofa and put one arm around him.

“OK Mom, yeah” And he let out a tense breath.

She expertly spread open his fly and exposed her sons massive 8-1/2″ tool. “Just relax honey and let me do the work.” She licked the palm of her hand and slowly stroked the thick piece of meat, in full command, gently massaging her son’s raging hard-on.

Danny sat back in his mother’s arms and let her do the work. He watched her hand firmly but surely alternate between squeezing his big pole and rub it up and down. He glanced over at his mother’s massive sweaty tits being held back by that big polyester bra and he looked in his mother’s loving eyes, who shot him such a sweet smile back.

He could feel her left breast pushing up against him

After a few more long strokes his body quivered and Danny began to unload long streams of thick spunk onto his belly and chest. His mother was impressed with her sons virility. She pumped his meat more vigorously, trying to get all the juices out of it. He had a massive pole that was even better than expected, that was nice and thick, and monster hairless balls that blew more jizz than her husband could.

“That’s my baby. Just sit back and relax and I’ll get you all cleaned up.” She returned with a towel and wiped all the spunk off her son. “Baby, anytime you need me to do that just let me know!”

“Thanks mom, that was the best!”

“Now give your mother a kiss and go back and finish your work!”

He gave her a sweet smile and a peck on the lips and returned to his work outside.

Dianne went back upstairs and rubbed the cum covered towel on her face and all over her juicy pussy.

This was going to be a fun summer.

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Returning from their cruise, Monique flew back to the West coast to be with her daughter and new grandson. Gary waited to hear from her when she returned in two weeks. The time passed slowly and he was anxious to be with Monique again. They had been a perfect couple during the cruise and they had so much more to experience together. Neither of them was in love with the other, it was just that they loved being together and making love. Sex was the glue that bound them to one another and Gary was lonely for his lover. He received a card from Monique telling him that she was going to extend her visit for a few more days.

Gary was disappointed, but there was little he could do. After all, most Mothers were usually with their daughters when the daughter gave birth. The days seemed to crawl along, but finally the phone rang and it was Monique. “How much trouble did you get into while I was gone?” she asked instead of saying hello.

“How much trouble can a seventy year old guy get into?” he replied, “Hell, most young women I know want to stay up after eight o’clock in the evening…I can’t imagine why.” Monique laughed and told him she missed him, but family came first. “I understand,” Gary told her.

She told him that she had landed at the airport and was hoping to come visit him, if it was all right. “After all,” she teased, “it is nearly eight o’clock.” Gary laughed and told her he would welcome her anytime. As it turned out, Monique was calling from a taxi that was nearing Gary’s home. Within minutes she was ringing his doorbell. He opened the door and Monique embraced him to kiss him passionately. Gary closed the door, took her hand and led her to his den.

“Some Blush?” he asked, Monique smiled and nodded, yes. Gary went to the kitchen to get the wine returning to hand her a glass of the pinkish dry wine. Monique told him all about her new grandson and, of course brought out the customary grandmotherly photos of the new baby. Gary looked at her exuberance for life and was pleased that he had found her. He decided to build a fire in the fireplace since the evening air was a bit chilly. When he finished he turned to see Monique looking dreamily at him. He could sense her need for sex as his own arousal became evident. Gary popped two Viagra in his mouth and swallowed them with his wine. “You’re a naughty granny, staying away for a week longer than you first said,” he told her in a playfully stern voice.

“Yes, my love…I am naughty,” she replied eagerly sensing where Gary was going with this.

Gary brought a straight-backed chair and placed it near the fireplace. “Strip naked now!” he ordered her in a mock angry tone, “Naughty grannies need to be spanked!” Monique quickly stood up and unbuttoned her dress letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it to stand wearing only her red bikini panties and a lacy red bra. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and pulled them down and stepped away from them. Gary caught a whiff of her scent as he looked at her moist pussy. Her hands unclasped her bra, in the front, revealing her marvelous breasts.

“Undress me, now!” he commanded her. Monique moved seductively to him and removed his shirt, pants and underwear. She kneeled to kiss the head of his cock and licked his balls in homage to her ‘Master’. Gary sat in the chair and called to her to lie across his lap. Excitedly, Monique obeyed and lay down with her belly across his thighs. Her breasts pointed towards the floor with nipples hard, erect and sensitive. He looked down at her lovely asscheeks and spread her legs apart slightly. His hard-on was huge, he placed it between her thighs against her pussy and she trembled with anticipation.

Monique closed her warm thighs tightly around his cock as Gary’s prick throbbed with excitement. He bent down to kiss each of her asscheeks and draw his tongue all about them wetting them with his saliva. Monique moaned delightfully as his tongue graced her asscheeks. Gary spread his thighs apart so his left thighs lay against the underside of her breasts. She twitched when she felt his warm thigh touch her breasts. Monique waited patiently for her ‘punishment’ to begin. She gave a start when his palm slapped her asscheek forcefully, but without real pain…just a good hurt on her lovely ass.

She moaned with pleasure as he struck her ass again, leaving a bright pink palm print. “Oh God, ‘Master’, I love it so!” she declared, as his palm pummeled her asscheeks again. She clasped her warm thighs tighter around his hard-on, positioning herself so his cock was tight against her pussy as he spanked her. “Ummmmm,” she moaned, “I’ve been so naughty, ‘Master Gary’,” she said playfully as the sounds of a palm slapping flesh punctuated the room. Monique’s pussy seeped heavily with her juices, wetting Gary’s cock and balls as well as his thighs.

Her ass was very warm and lightly burning with Ankara escort a bright crimson shade. She breathed hard and moaned with delight. He spread her asscheeks apart to reveal her rosebud nestled between the cleft of her asscrack. Gary wet his finger in her cunt juices and lightly applied the moisture to her asshole. She moaned and twitched as he touched it. He bent over to blow air on her wet asshole. Monique trembled and cried out. Wetting his finger again, he slowly inserted it into her asshole up to the first knuckle. She moaned gleefully and begged for more.

Gary began to finger fuck her asshole while she writhed in pleasure. His other hand found her breasts to toy with her nipples. Monique groaned with lust and passion as he fingered fucked her asshole. He gently rolled and tugged at her nipples too. Gary could feel her pussy twitching against his cock as he played with her tits and asshole. The bright crimson asscheeks diminished in color and he withdrew his finger from her asshole to spank her ass again with a bit more force than before. Monique was completely captivated as she submitted to his will, her ass smarting a bit, but aching for more.

Gary accommodated her perversion with slightly harder spanks, which now heated and slightly burned her lovely asscheeks. “Oooooo…yesssss…more…more,” she cried out as her flesh smarted lustfully from his hand. His thighs, cock and balls were drenched with her nectar when he suddenly stopped spanking her and ordered her to cleanse him. Monique got up to kneel between his spread thighs and proceeded to lick his thighs free of her juices. Quickly, she moved to his balls and licked the coating of cunt juices from them, saving his cock for last. She drew down his foreskin and slathered her tongue all about his cockshaft, before licking his bulbous cockhead clean.

Gary’s sensitive cock oozed thick clear pre-cum and she licked it clean then milked his cock for more. He stood up and had her crawl to a huge leather armchair and lie on her back with each of her legs over an arm of the chair. The cool leather soothed her smarting asscheeks as she laid back into the chair. Gary pulled his belt from his pants and folded it so the leather belt formed a loop. Ordering her to shut her eyes, he waited for her to comply then swatted her pussy lightly with the belt! Monique gave a start and whimpered, but kept her legs spread wide.

The next blow splattered her juices upon impact with her cunt. She wailed softly, but clearly wanted more. Gary spanked her pussy repeatedly with the leather belt. Monique moaned her pleasure and begged for more. Carefully, Gary aimed at her erect and swollen clit as he landed several swats directly upon it. Monique gasped with deep pleasure and lifted her ass to expose more of her clit to the leather. He sensed correctly that Monique was being driven headlong into her first orgasm of the night as the belt repeatedly swatted her pussy. Gary dropped the belt and began to spank her drenched pussy with his hand, adding to her pleasure and delight. He wet his finger of his other hand in her juices and fully inserted it into her quivering asshole.

Her breathing was more pronounced and labored as her clit stood proud and erect, withstanding blow after blow from his hand. Monique closed her eyes and pulled at her nipples while moaning nearly continuously. Gary continued to spank her sweet cunt with his hand, while finger fucking her asshole too.. Finally, her clit and pussy could take no more and she screamed as she exploded in a massive ‘pain’ induced orgasm! She bucked, jerked, shuddered and came again and again. Gary dropped between her thighs to cover her pussy with his mouth to torment her clit as she spasmed in orgasm repeatedly. She moaned continuously as he licked her clit and spewed her juices onto his face, mouth and tongue each time she would cum. Gary could feel her asshole clenching hard at his finger each time she spasmed and came.

Monique reached a point where she could stand no more of being ravished and she released her fingers from her nipples, dropped her arms to her sides and laid still, gasping for air. Gary looked at his lover, red assed, with a crimson pussy and juices cascading from her sweet cunt. Eyes closed, she licked her lips with total and complete satisfaction, even as her cunt and ass smarted from the spanking. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at Gary saying, “Oh Gary…I loved that sooo much,” she gasped, ” I so missed a ‘jolly good spanking’ as the British say.” Gary leaned into her to kiss her lips, probed for her tongue and gently swirled his finger in her ass before removing it.

Rising, while she lay in the chair trying to compose her self, Gary moved to his desk in the corner of the room. Opening a drawer, he brought out an elastic cord with a clamp on each end and two other elastic cords with clamps on one end, and slip knots on the other. Gary commanded Monique to kneel with her back straight and her arms at her sides. He stood in front of her and swung his hips from side to side as his massive hard-on struck her face, lips and cheeks. Placing Ankara escort bayan the elastic cord with clamps on both ends, around her neck, the clamps lay on the tops of her breasts, inches from her nipples.

Gary cupped her breast with his palm and lifted it up so the clamp was touching her nipple. The clamps had been altered to weaken the springs to lessen the effect on her nipples. They could still be felt, but the springs would not tighten hard around the nipple. Still, one knew that they were there, when worn. He clamped her nipple lightly and the lifted the other breast so the other nipple touched the clamp. Gary clamped her other nipple then released her breasts. Monique moaned in discomfort and pleasure as the clamps pulled her nipples and breasts upwards, suspending them from the elastic cord. “Now, naughty one,” Gary told her, “The weight of your tits and gravity will ‘pleasure’ your nipples and breasts to your hearts content.” Monique moaned joyfully in the predicament she found her self.

Gary placed the other elastic cords between her thighs and lightly clamped each of her cuntlips. These clamps too, had been altered to lessen the effect. He pulled the elastic cord clamped to her right cuntlip, to her left big toe, and looped the slipknot over her big toe. He did the same with her left cuntlip and the slipknot over her left big toe. The cords and clamps pulled and stretched her cuntlips delightfully. Monique was content, bearing her submission proudly and stoically. Although the clamps and cords hurt a little, it was a good hurt and she loved it. “Thank you, ‘Master’,” she said quietly, blowing him a kiss, “This slave girl deserves her punishment.” Gary lifted her head gently and kissed her lips passionately, probing for her tongue.

Gary kneeled and embraced her, pressing his chest against her clamped tits increasing her ‘pleasure’. “Play with my cock,” he ordered her. Monique raked her fingernails down the length of his body until her fingers clasped his cock. She lightly drew her fingers all about it, causing him to ooze thick clear pre-cum. As Gary moaned, Monique bent to his cock to kiss his cockhead and lick the pre-cum from his cockhole. She looked up and kissed him before returning to lick and suck his cock. Gary waited until she paused then stood up for Monique to nuzzle his balls with her face.

She opened her mouth wide to take in one of his testicles to lick and suck it while fondling the other one. She pulled her head back slightly to let the testicle pop out of her mouth so she could suck in the other one. “Mmmmmmm, sooo good, ‘Master Gary’,” she said as she tried, but failed to get both of his balls into her mouth at the same time. Gary took her hand and pulled her gently to her feet. The elastic cords on her cuntlips and toes stretched causing more discomfort standing than when she knelt. Gary unclamped her cuntlips and kneeled to lick them and soothe them with his tongue while Monique moaned delightfully. Her nectar flowed copiously and Gary licked her juices happily.

Freed from the confining cuntlip clamps, Monique breathed deeply, her heaving breasts pulling on her nipple clamps causing her to wince. Gary kneeled behind her to lick her bright crimson asscheeks soothing her warm recently spanked ass. She sighed and reached down to rub her clit while Gary drew his tongue all about her asscheeks. Spreading her asscheeks, Gary licked her asshole to gather her nectar that had coated her sweet rosebud. Monique moaned happily and clenched her asscheeks together holding his face between her asscheeks momentarily.

Gary stood and turned her around to face him, as he embraced her kissing her neck, shoulder and earlobe. Monique sighed with pleasure as his tongue moved to lick her breasts, still held fast by the nipple clamps. When both breasts were completely coated with his saliva, Gary removed the right nipple clamp and covered the nipple with his mouth. Monique groaned with discomfort as her nipple filled with blood restoring circulation, but Gary’s tongue quickly soothed it. He released the first nipple from his mouth to remove the second clamp. Gary tongued her other nipple as well to soothe the slight hurt from the clamp.

Monique’s hands grasped his cock and balls to fondle them again. Gary held her nipples gently pulling her towards him as he backed to the armchair and sat down. Monique, fully aroused and frantic with desire, kneeled between his legs to suck his cock. She pulled his foreskin back to reveal the sensitive purplish pink cockhead and kissed it all over, licking the sensitive spot in front repeatedly. Gary moaned and trembled as Monique’s expert tongue lavishly covered every bit of his sensitive cockhead. His pre-cum flowed heavily from his cockhole and Monique allowed it to flow nearly to his balls before scooping it into her mouth with her tongue.

Monique arose to sit on his lap. Her wonderful tits rubbed his face and Gary quickly set about to love them individually with his tongue. She gasped in pleasure and whined as he set off tiny electric shocks in her clit as he nibbled and sucked Escort Ankara her sweet tits. Monique held his head to her breasts kissing his forehead and eyelids as he suckled her nipples. Gary’s hard-on pressed against her belly, half buried in her bush. She gyrated her hips to send wonderful sensations through Gary’s cock nestled against her warm belly. Monique raised Gary’s face from her breasts and kissed him deeply, “I love how you make love to me, Gary,” she told him, pushing her tongue into his mouth.

She lifted her hips and his hard upright cock pointed at her pussy as she hovered above his manhood. Slowly she lowered herself until his cockhead touched her wet cuntlips. Still kissing him, Monique reached to her cunt to spread her nether lips and lower her self onto his cockhead. Gary’s cock throbbed as the warm inner folds of her pussy gathered about his cockhead. “Mmmmmmm,” she moaned, as ever so slowly she allowed his cock to penetrate her pussy until her clit was buried in his bush. “Ahhhh,” she gasped as she was filled completely. She hugged him tightly, sat on his cock for a few minutes and just clenched and released it until he could hardly stand anymore.

Gary lunged his hips upward, penetrating deeper than ever before into her sweet pussy. Monique gasped as she began to rise and fall on his magnificent cock. She kind of hummed and moaned into his ear as they fucked slowly, their genitals making a barely audible squishy sound. Gary’s lap was drenched in the juices from her sopping wet pussy. Monique kept her forehead glued to Gary’s as she had her eyes closed to fully relish, their fucking. Gary played with her nipples, gently tugging and rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers. The only sounds were the fire in the fireplace, Monique’s moaning and humming and the low occasional squish of their fucking.

Monique controlled the pace, slowing a bit to keep either of them from cumming too soon. She rotated her hips and smiled at her lover as the pleasure consumed her. It felt so wonderful to make love with this magnificent man who had come into her life to ‘save’ her from loneliness. She kissed him often as they fucked, moaning the enjoyment of each other as they made love. Gary too felt totally gratified with how his lover satisfied his sexual desires, as if she had known him for years. Everything about their relationship seemed to fit and revolve around each other’s sexual needs. Monique felt the first pangs of orgasm rising in her loins as she smiled at her lover. Gary sensed that Monique was near cumming and felt his own orgasm beginning to build swiftly.

Monique breathed harder and quickened her pace. He could feel her pussy twitching as she fucked him faster in preparation for her orgasm. “Ahhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned louder as her pussy reached the zenith of their union. “OH, GOD!” she screamed and exploded into a convulsive hard orgasm. Her body shuddered, cumming each time Gary’s cock rubbed her clit. He thrust deeply as she kept rotating her hips, exacting every bit of pleasure from her cumming. Her juices cascaded from her pussy, flooding Gary’s lap. The warm cum nectar from her cunt bathed his balls driving Gary over the edge.

“Ohhhhhhh, my God!” he groaned as his cock shot a huge volley of warm thick white cum deep into her pussy. Monique screamed as the warm cum washed through her cunt sending her into orgasm again. He blasted wad after wad of warm cum deep into her clutching cunt. Cum oozed from her pussy, flowing over his balls and on to coat his asshole. His balls contracted several more times blasting out his thick cum to fill her to overflowing. Monique groaned and collapsed onto Gary, gasping for air and groaning incomprehensively. Gary held her tightly as he too felt the strength sap from his body.

They sat in the chair wrapped in each other’s arms, struggling to breathe and fighting the urge to pass out from the intensity of their cumming. They tried to talk, but their tongues could not form the words. Their only sounds were soft moans and whimpers as they sought to regain their senses. Finally, Monique managed to blurt out softly, “Oh Gary…Gary…I…I love the way you fuck me, sweet Gary.” Gary was unable to respond as his massive orgasm had completely drained his ability to speak clearly. He breathed hard and swallowed several times before he finally spoke.

“I don’t believe I came that hard, sweet one,” he gasped, “You are totally incredible, Monique. Just incredible!” He breathed deeply then said, “I don’t think I can get up…everything I had shot out of me,” he said as he sighed deeply. “I feel totally exhausted.”

“Me too, lover,” Monique whispered as she snuggled closer to him, his cock still inside her. “I can’t keep my eyes open. I’m so spent, Gary.” She managed to kiss his neck then said, “I loved the way you spanked and dominated me. It felt so good and right.” Gary kissed her cheek, barely able to keep his eyes open too. “Next time it’s my turn to be in control…ok, my lover?” she said wearily. “I’m going to doze off, Gary…do you mind lover?” she said with her eyes closed. She didn’t wait for an answer as she melted in his lap and was fast asleep before Gary could answer her. Gary reached for the blanket he kept next to the chair to cover Monique and part of himself. He kissed her cheek and joined her in a well deserved slumber.

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A World of Womencraft story

Malala woke up before her harem with the sudden urge to urinate. She had learned the trick to early rising from some friendly humes of the Southern Tribes. There were too many different subcultures among the humes of the Infinite Plains to correctly identify each one, so the entire collective was simply called the Southern Tribes, much like how humes referred to all the tribes of catlna as cat people. Most catlna despised humes and saw the term “cat people” as an ignorant pejorative, but Malala thought herself much wiser than most and realized how valuable trading goods and experience with the Southern Tribes could be.

Both the Southern Tribes and catlna claimed a rootless existence on the Infinite Plains hunting great and terrible beasts for their meat, skins, bones, and poultices. The plains were massive, but the two races often entered into skirmishes with each other on sight, especially if they were on the trail of the same beast. Humes who lived in cities and settlements called animals prey or even game, but out on the plains, a hunter could easily become prey if they hesitated.

Malala took several steps out of their camp and squatted to piddle, lifting her breech cloth to do so. The sky was gray with slashes of orange on the horizon. The dim light made everything seem like a dream. She felt a mild agitation as none of her harem awoke despite her noise. She had hoped she had trained them better than that. As Malala returned to camp, she saw a glint in the closed eyes of Timber.

“If you have time to watch me, you have time to make breakfast,” she growled playfully. Timber stood and began the labor of making grass bundles for their morning fire. No catlna was born with a name. Each one was given a name to suit their personality and could be as old as five years before receiving a proper one. Timber was tall like the trees, and his voice carried a richness other kwanes admired. Around the fire after a hunt, Malala would always task Timber with the recounting of events. Now he avoided eye contact as he ripped pawfuls of grass from the ground, twisted and tied them into tight bundles, then arranged them neatly in a pyramid. Malala knew just how good Timber was with his paws.

Malala gave Rust a soft kick in the back. He stirred and stretched with a high pitched meow then blinked surprise seeing Malala standing over him with her paws on her narrow hips. Rust had a splash of copper fur down his back and moved slower than other catlna his age. He was reserved, but when he spoke, everyone listened for his words often carried strong observations.

“Strike the camp, wake the others. I want to be underway before the sun clears the horizon.”

Rust stood and began taking down the stretched hides which shielded them during the night. The others stir as he gently shook each of them awake. Fang grumbled as he woke, and Pool yipped in surprised to be touched. Fang had a massive slash of black fur across his chest, and one of his fangs was much larger than the others, jutting from his lip like a huge piercing. He was combative and ignorant more often than not, but in the hunt he was the best male in her harem. Pool was a special case. Her fur was a rare lavender color with black spots, and she was born male but chose to identify as female at a young age.

This was not unheard of among the catlna, but it did cause confusion and resentment when it came time for kwanes to choose their harems during Heat. The vast majority of catlna would never hunt under another who they perceived to be male, and most kwanes couldn’t tolerate another female taking sexual attention away from them. But Malala was wise with foresight. She had spoken to humes about the place of such unique individuals in their society. They had few problems with someone like Pool leading or following. Malala made it clear to Pool she would never be allowed to lead, but Pool would be safe and respected in her harem.

Though she did not possess any superior sexual or hunting prowess, Pool was a calming presence among the males. Fang would only let Malala or Pool tend his wounds. Sometimes, regardless of the amount of energy and attention a kwane devoted to her harem, they would bicker and fight among themselves. Pool carried a calming countenance which limited the amount of fights in Malala’s harem. Rust had described it best when he said talking to Pool was like staring into a pool of still water. She calmed you and cleared your mind.

In minutes, Timber had a fire going with the aid of the black fungus they had harvested, smearing it on a flat rock and scraping it with his spear tip to create a cascade of sparks. The other three packed and checked their supplies in the pre-dawn light. Rust worked diligently as Fang and Pool talked quietly as they worked. Malala assumed there was a relationship forming between them. It did not matter to her. Pool had no womb and no opening to give children, she could not harvest Fang’s Ankara bayan escort anima the way a kwane did.

The five of them ate in silence. Their last kill had been an urwalker: a massive tortoise that roamed the plains, devouring every bit of plant life as it went, constantly moving and constantly eating. The dung trail had been easy to follow, though such a trail could take days or weeks to lead to the source. The beast had hid in its indomitable shell, but their spears had been the perfect weapons to slay it. After the kill they harvested the meat, buried the bones to honor Giga, and lamented that the shell was too massive for them to transport. If they encountered any Southern Tribes, they could trade the location of the shell for some supplies as humes possessed the rare and valuable tools to shatter an urwalker’s shell. For breakfast they ate the sour, yellow grapes that grew wild on the plains and the sweet tortoise meat from their previous kill.

Life was simple on the plains: hunting, fucking, and sleeping. The catlna did not care to build towns or farm the dirt. It was never how things were done. After eating, the harem stood in a circle around Malala, as was always done to start the day. On her knees, Malala started with Fang to stop his complaining before it could even start. She kissed the spot where his furry sheath met his furry sack, making him growl. His pointy pink cock sprouted from his sheath like a sapling breaking the soil. Malala reached between his legs and felt his asshole clench and unclench. She dragged her coarse tongue up the underside of his shaft, making him tremble and let out an embarrassing whimper. Out of the corner of her eye, Malala could see Pool’s cock poke out of her sheath as Fang was pleasured. Malala fondled his fuzzy balls as she mouthed the base of his cock, slipping her tongue into his sheath. Her little black nose, the only hairless place on her body besides her nipples, pressed against his moist shaft, inhaling his musk as pre-cum dribbled on it.

“My jar,” said Malala with her paw out. Timber rummaged through their supplies and placed the jar in her paw. She kissed Fang on the underside of his bright pink cock where his flared head met his shaft, then took his pointy tip in her mouth. She was careful not to wound her male with her fangs as she sucked the cum out of him. Fang growled loudly and sprayed bitter cum into her mouth. Fang was always reliable to provide her with a generous amount of his anima. After his cock shrank back into his sheath, Malala carefully allowed his cum to drip out of her mouth and into her jar.

She turned her attention next to Timber. His coral pink cock already protruded from his shaft after watching Fang be milked. Still, Malala, had a special affection for sheaths and balls that might have seemed silly to the other kwanes. Male catlna always walked around with their balls and sheath exposed for anyone to see unlike the kwanes who almost always covered their slits with a breechcloth. It was uncouth for the males to stare and fantasize about a kwane’s pussy. The attraction to sheaths and balls couldn’t be explained by her.

Malala sucked his balls into her mouth and pulled her head back, making Timber whimper as he sprayed pre-cum in her facial fur. Timber was a big softy during milking who liked to be punished to Malala’s delight. She released his balls from her mouth only to fondle them with her paw and give them a squeeze. His cock sprouted from his sheath proudly, bouncing and twitching with excitement. Malala slowly dragged her tongue up his considerable length just in time to catch his cum in her mouth. She missed a squirt that shot in the air and came down between her eyes, matting to her fur, but she caught a healthy amount in her mouth which also went to the jar.

Rust was her next male. In the beginning, it was nearly impossible to make Rust cum before a hunt. She could make him hard and pleasure him at length, but he seemed incapable of giving up his anima to her. That all changed during one of their orgies when she was face first in his ass. Rust had let out a low grumble as she fucked his asshole with her tongue and then sprayed the grass with thick tendrils of cum. Now she knew he needed his little asshole played with to give up his anima. Again, Malala indulged herself, kissing and sucking where his sheath met his tight little sack. His cock was quick to spring up, and she went to work. Playing with his asshole like a toy, he came in just moments like all catlna men do, and she bottled his anima for the hunt later. Her jar was half full now. In such a thick puddle she could see their cum was not perfectly white but off-white like certain bird eggs.

Now it was Pool’s turn. Her cock was a bit smaller than the males’ but stood at attention for the kwane. Malala moved to her and looked deeply into her eyes.

“Are you ready this morning?” asked Malala. Pool grimaced and shook her head. Malala stood. Pool kept Escort bayan Ankara her head down, ashamed.

“There is no shame. I have more than enough anima for our next hunt.” Malala tied the bottle to her breechcloth and lifted her spear. “To the hunt.”

Pool had contributed her anima before, often, though not always. Her emotions played a profound affect on her sexuality. Though she could deliver anima when needed, her heart was not always in it, and Malala did not see the point of milking her unless it was necessary. Fang rubbed the top of Pool’s head, one of his incredibly rare gestures of affection. Malala led her harem across the Infinite Plains, setting out just as the sun peaked over the lip of the horizon. The endless ocean of golden grass swayed in the wind, sending ripples across the top like waves. Though they had no homes and no civilization, it hardly seemed to matter as they eternally took in the majesty of the plains. To the northwest, the low shadows of the Blasted Mountains broke an otherwise blank horizon. The sky was overcast that morning, and the air carried a slight chill.

Malala and her harem were on the trail of a glacier: a massive beast with a protruding snout and tusks, covered in perpetually frozen, shaggy fur. The glacier left round tracks of crushed grass in its wake. The night before, as the temperature dropped, Malala saw ice crystals glistening in the tracks and knew they must have been only hours away.

The day moved on quietly. Fang and Pool murmured to each other as they hunted. Timber walked beside Malala at the front, his height valuable in the grass of the Infinite Plains. Rust covered their rear. Just because they hunted beasts on the plains didn’t mean the beasts couldn’t hunt them in return. Jack beasts, manticores, hydras, ridgebacks, moonstalkers, and Devs knew what else would see a harem of catlna as an easy meal.

After a couple hours of tracking, that familiar shimmer of ice crystals returned to the tracks. They were close if the crystals were still intact after the night chill had been blown away. Malala could feel her heart flutter in anticipation. A glacier was an impressive beast, nearly eight strides tall and weighing ten archtons. The harem continued to track throughout the day as the sun slipped across the sky behind a shields of silver clouds.

“I can see it,” said Timber, barely audible, the first words spoken aloud that day since striking out. The harem stopped as Malala raised her paw behind her.

“Fang, you’ll take speartip with me. Timber and Rust, I want you to flank and control. Don’t drive it towards us but keep it from charging. Pool, I want you on tail it case it flees.”

Everyone ducked to conceal themselves in the golden grass that came up to their waists. Pool sprinted through the brush to cover the opposite end of the engagement. Timber and Rust flanked behind her. Malala counted to three in her head, grabbed Fang’s paw, and entered into the hunting pocket. Before they even reached their encounter, the height of the glacier could be seen over the grass. It was an impressive beast covered in shaggy fur the color of midnight sky and a head bigger than any one of them. The glacier honked its powerfully long wail through its nose and Malala and Fang stood. It knew they were there.

Standing only made the beast seem more impressive. The colossus was only five strides away and each step it took made the ground shake. In the distance, Malala could see Pool ready to drive the beast back towards them if it fled. Ten strides to her left and right, Rust and Timber corralled the mighty beast. Fang’s tail swished back and forth with agitation, eager to strike. In the beginning days of the harem he was unmanageable, fighting beasts without instruction, defying her. Malala had clapped his ears something fierce the first time he had defied her, but the only thing that seemed to have tempered his willfulness was Pool. Milking Fang first to avoid conflict was one thing, but Malala could not let one of her males take point in a hunt.

She approached carefully, spear out. The glacier stared at her with wide frightened eyes. She could smell the musk of the animal like rotten vegetation. The animal huffed and stamped with agitation. Her harem waited for her to act. Two strides out, she lunged at the glacier. Despite its impossible size, the beast leapt back, shaking the ground under her. Malala followed up, landing a jab at it’s massive tree-trunk leg. The glacier bellowed and reared up on its hind legs, landing with the sound of thunder. Fang lost his balance halfway towards rushing in. A second off, and he would have been crushed under its hooves.

“Let’s see some teeth,” Malala called out. Without needing to look at him, Timber hurled a spray of predator’s teeth from his whirling sling which sunk into the hide of the beast and made it bellow again. Malala took this moment to jab at its throat. Just the feel of the spear going in told Bayan escort Ankara her the hide was thick, and this could be a long fight. It felt like driving the weapon into soil. Fang mimicked her attack, stabbing at the neck behind the eye. Timber followed with another spray of teeth that embedded themselves into the hide of the glacier and drew blood.

Malala put her arm out to guide Fang and hopped back as the glacier whirled around, shaking the earth under their paws. Rust crept closer. The glacier spun again, looking for a way out. It turned and charged towards Pool. Pool threw her arms up to look bigger and let out the most powerful screech she could. Only catlna born female could roar. The glacier hesitated a moment from the new foe appearing, and Malala chucked her spear, landing squarely in its hind leg. The glacier stopped its charge and crashed to the ground. Pool followed up with a strike to the throat and retreated several steps as she was trained to do. Rust and Timber flanked and followed with their own strikes. The glacier bellowed in agony, but the catlna hunted in near perfect silence, so unlike humes who constantly shouted instructions to each other as they hunted like stupid wolves.

As Malala approached to retrieve her spear, the glacier let out a powerful whine like a trumpet and blasted Pool with a flurry of ice from it’s elongated nose. Fang screamed and ran to her, ignoring any hunter instinct. Malala retrieved her spear and rushed to end the great beast before anyone else was hurt. The glacier began to rise as Malala leapt in the air and landed on its neck. The weight of her frame did nothing to slow the beast down. Fang growled at the glacier as he cradled Pool in his arms. From Malala’s perspective, it almost seemed like he was growling at her. She took her spear with both paws and drove it into the center of the glacier’s neck. But again, it’s hide was nearly impenetrable. Malala uncorked the bottle of anima on her hip and swallowed the cum of her harem in three bitter gulps. The sticky, bitter fluid never went down easily, clinging to the back of her throat as she took two more swallows. Though bitter and unpleasant, the effects were incredible. She could feel her muscles flood with fire. Her face went warm, and her clit ached powerfully. Malala removed the spear from the beasts hide and drove it down again. This time it entered like a knife through tender meat. The strange whine of the glacier stopped suddenly, and the beast crashed to the ground.

Malala removed her spear and leapt from her kill. She could barely control her thoughts. She wanted to mounted her entire harem and fuck their brains out. She wanted to steal the men from the other harems and fuck all of them then hunt all night. She wanted to kill and fuck. But in short moments, the fire died down, and her sensibilities returned to normal. Fang was on his knees cradling Pool, whimpering. Malala moved to his side as Rust and Timber approached.

“Please, we have to save her,” grumbled Fang. His dark, copper-lined eyes glistened with the threat of tears. Malala slurped the residual anima from her jar and placed her lips on the frozen lips of Pool who was icy cold like the glacier. Her fur was rigid with frost, and she wasn’t breathing. Malala ordered Timber to start a fire. As he rolled bundles of grass, Pool coughed and open her eyes. For the first time in her life, Malala saw Fang smile. He kissed Pool on the mouth and pulled her against him. Malala smiled to see her harem was safe. After the embrace, Pool worked her tongue then looked up at Malala with wide eyes.

“You used your anima to save me,” she said in disbelief. “Men are forbidden to consume anima.”

“But you’re no man, are you?” Malala smiled and Pool smiled back. Fang looked at his kwane with sympathetic eyes. He desperately wanted to thank her for saving Pool, but could never show that kind of humility to Malala.

“It’s okay, I know.” Malala placed her paw on his shoulder and smiled. Fang looked stoic, until Pool kissed his cheek. Malala rose and let out a mighty roar to alert any catlna in the area a massive kill had been made, and they should come to receive their take. A kill such as a glacier could provide for a dozen harems which meant a dozen trades could be made. Her roar was answered by a chorus of roars from all over the plains. To Malala’s shock, Pool laid on the ground and presented for her kwane, paws up.

“Are you certain?” asked Malala. Pool nodded bashfully. Malala laid on the ground to meet her, pushing her legs up to kiss her asshole. Pool whimpered as Malala had her way with her. Malala pushed her middle claw inside her asshole and carefully fucked Pool. Cum dribble out of her cock like a natural spring, matting into her lavender fur.

“Kwane, may I?” said Fang, which caused the rest of the harem to flinch in surprise.

“You may.”

Fang knelt over Pool, taking her small feline cock into his mouth. Malala continued to eat her asshole as Fang sucked on her cock lovingly. She worked on her female’s balls, kissing them and sucking them into her mouth. They were such a pretty lavender color like the sky. Fang and Malala kissed with Pool’s dribbling cock between their lips.

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With a nod to Tacocarnitas for the inspiration. A number of my readers have requested an “incest story’. Here it is.

Warning. Nothing much happens in this chapter. In fact almost nothing happens. You should probably just ignore this posting and pick up the story in Chapter Three. Something will probably happen in Chapter Three.

“Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking”

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“Holy CRAP! Who is THAT?” said Rod looking over Lance’s shoulder to the parking lot.

“Hell if I know,” responded Pete, staring in the same direction.

Turning to look at what had caught their attention Lance grinned.

“That’s my Mommie!” he told them. He didn’t blame them for staring. He stared too!

This afternoon Mommie was dressed in a skin tight blue knit sheath dress that ended closer to her hips than to her knees. It was designed to show off her amazing figure. She was wearing it with the shoulder straps pulled down onto her upper arms leaving her shoulders bare. Apparently she was not wearing a bra. There was a large section of cleavage exposed with inches of mounded bosom showing above the dresses square cut neckline. Her tanned legs glowed in the sunlight supported by the five inch heels she favored and which lifted her to just over six feet in height.

Seeing Lance looking her way she waved energetically, her breasts bobbing and bouncing. She hopped a couple of times in excitement which caused even greater seismic reactions.

“Tha, tha, that’s your MOM?” said Pete.

“Yeah, come on, I’ll introduce you!” Lance was proud of his Mommie. He knew the guys would get a kick out of meeting her. And he suspected Mommie would get a kick out of meeting them.

Lance led them over to stand in front of his Mommie. She was busy adjusting her dress which had exposed more of her incredible bosom when she had hopped up and down. Even without a bra her breasts were perched high on her chest. The mounded hillocks that were exposed were larger than most girls in the school could boast yet were just the smallest portion of what was obviously the most gigantic bosom either of the boys could have imagined.

After she had finished her adjustments Mommie reached out and pulled Lance to her. His head disappeared between her humongous tits as she hugged him close. She smiled down at him after letting him go.

“I’ve missed you so much today!” she enthused.

Judging by his now evident hard on, Lance had missed her, too!

“And who are your little friends?” Mommie asked.

“Mommie, this is Pete and Rod,” Lance introduced his companions. “And this is my Mommie.” he told them.

“Gu…gu…good to meet you,” stumbled Rod. Pete could only gawp at Lance’s Mommie.

“Well, its certainly nice to meet you boys!” smiled Mommie, politely ignoring how openly the two were staring at her magnificent figure. She was getting used to how males of all ages reacted to her. And she truly did enjoy it, she admitted to herself.

In the course of just a few months Mommie had evolved from a prim, prissy, dour looking woman into a fabulously sexy exhibitionist who loved nothing more than to provoke every man she met to sprout hard ons.

Almost without thought she was subtly posing for the young men. She took a deep breath to bring her bosom to greater prominence. Twisting slightly she allowed them to admire her as her gigantic boobs swung and swayed in front of them. Barely contained by the straining fabric of her dress her tits flexed and shimmied, bouncing and shivering as they jostled together. Ankara bayan escort Lance’s friends stared openly, to her delight. Both of them had hard-ons, of course. Neither was anywhere near to the size of her Lance’s. Of course.

“Oh, Lance, “she cooed as the two boys continued to gawk at her, “I’m so sorry to bother you at school but I need you to come shopping with me this afternoon.”

“Today? Shopping? Why do you need me?” He asked.

“We need to buy some clothes, honey.”

“Clothes? For me or you?”

“Why, for me, Darling. I need some new outfits and I want you to help.”

“Oh, well, I guess, sure.” He didn’t want to seem too eager in front of the guys. But wild horses wouldn’t keep him from helping his Mommie buy some more of the smoking hot outfits that she loved to tease him with.

Clambering into her car he tried to adjust himself into a more comfortable position. Hard to do with a hard on the size of the one he had to cope with. Being hugely hung could be a bit difficult from time to time, he thought.

Leaning over the transmission tunnel Mommie addressed his buddies thru the open window “You know, we have a lovely pool. You should come over some time and, um, take advantage.” Mommie was providing an unparalleled view of her endlessly deep cleavage. Her hands, out of sight under her enormous tits were squeezing and fondling Lance’s hard on as she spoke to the boys.

Wiggling her fingers in a casual farewell she sat up and pulled away leaving two stunned young men with memories that would inspire both of them until long after bed time.

“So, clothes, huh?” inquired Lance.

“Yes, I need to get some more clothes. You’ve seen almost everything I’ve got and I want to expand my choices.” She smiled over at her son. At the same time she made sure to push her upper arms together. Her outsized boobs surged strongly, pushing up, over flowing the neckline and exposing even more of her huge tits to his enraptured gaze.

“And who knows, maybe the sales person will be some busty young classmate of yours or maybe a more mature woman who will get turned on seeing your enormous hard-on throbbing in those tight jeans of yours,” she teased as she reached over to run her hand up and down his inseam, fondling his gigantic hard on.

But to both her and Lance’s dismay the sales person at Burns & Adrian’s turned out to be a proper elderly woman who explained in no uncertain terms that Lance would have to sit outside while she attended to Mommie in the fitting room. No exceptions would be made!

It was not until hours later that Mommie was strutting down the stairs to her living room while Lance, sitting naked on the couch, gaped up at her. With each step Mommies massive breasts shimmied and shook. They were supported, lifted high on her chest, by a royal blue, wasp waisted, bustier. More than half of her tremendous titties were on display, her erect nipples only just covered by the blue satin. She was also wearing stiletto heels, dark hose clipped into a garter belt and a skimpy pair of panties. She looked fabulous!

“Come here, Lance,” she beckoned. As he approached she enfolded him in her arms and drew him closer to her. Her boobs, raised unnaturally high, rested on his shoulders while his head completely vanished between her gigantic tits. She giggled as she looked down on him. The crests of her boobs were higher than the top of his head!

He was holding himself to her with both arms behind her back. She could see only the top of his head. She could feel him as he tongued and licked at her massive beyond belief cleavage. She loved it Escort bayan Ankara when he did that!

Slowly she turned until Lance was directly behind her. Reaching down she pulled his massive erection between her legs, allowing it to stretch out in front of her. Using one hand she stroked his rock hard dick. At the same time she scooped both her breasts out of the cups of the bustier. Still partially supported, they hung proudly in front of her. Lance was just able to reach far enough to pinch her nipples and twist them as she began to pull on his dick with both hands.

“Oh, you are so freaking big, Lance,” she sighed as she fondled his erectness. “So, so long! So hard! I love feeling you between my thighs!” Still holding his cock with both hands her hips were rocking back and forth, sliding over the top of his hugely thick cock. Her juices were soaking his penis, smoothing the way for her as she slid and slipped back and forth.

“So do I, Mommie,” there was a chuckle from him as he tried to control her massive breasts. “I love how big these titties are. No one has bigger tits than my Mommie!” His enthusiastic voice was choked with pride and lust as he felt up her enormous boobs. No matter how often he saw her titties, no matter how much he got to fondle her incredible assets each time was exciting and sexy!

“That was what the sales lady said, honey. She hadn’t ever seen anyone like me before. I guess it’s just as well that you weren’t there. If she had seen your giant cock throbbing in your pants she would have had a heart attack!” She laughed at the thought.

“And now I have so many new outfits to show off for you, Lance. Just wait. You’ll be hard for hours!”

“I’m hard almost twenty four seven, thanks to you, Mommie. I don’t know how I could be hard any more than I already am,” he was plucking and twisting her nipples as he spoke.

During the course of the night Mommie showed Lance just a few of the new items she had gotten. Just enough to keep him pounding away between her thighs until they were both exhausted. They fell asleep on the couch, limbs entwined, his head resting on her mammoth pillows.

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The next day at school Lance was summoned from his last period study hall. At the office he was directed to the School Psychologists office.

“Lance, I wanted to speak with you today about how things are going for you. Since I had a conference with your Mom, I must say that your attitude here at school has gotten much better.” She regarded the young man across the table. He presented as somewhat shorter than normal, almost 5′ 6″, but otherwise was unremarkable. His skin was clear, somewhat unusual for an eighteen year old boy. His eyes met her squarely, no glances to the sides, no prevarication.

Getting up from her chair the Psychologist hung up her jacket revealing her solid breasts. Cupped closely by her thin red v-necked sweater they swelled in front of her, the hardening of her nipples allowing them to poke thru both bra and sweater. As she slowly turned back to face Lance she noticed that he didn’t glance at her profile. This, in her experience with high school boys, was unusual. Her Triple D cup, 42-25-36 figure always drew attention. Attention which she felt was her due. After all, there were few girls in the school with anywhere near her good looks and generous figure. Besides, they were girls and she was a woman, a sexually exciting woman with a killer bod! She worked out daily to maintain her buxom figure. And this young man didn’t even give her a glance?

Regaining her seat she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the Bayan escort Ankara desk. She was careful to rest her bosom on her forearms. She knew that this would cause her neckline to gape open. Lance would have a splendid view of her over filled bra and swelling cleavage. And while she wasn’t wearing one of her many push up bras that REALLY emphasized the rounded bosom under her close fitting sweater, her pose had never failed to draw the interest of whatever male was on the other side of the desk. But with only a flicker of a look Lance returned his gaze to her face!

Was he gay? He had been warned about doing inappropriate things to his female classmates. But to just ignore her? To seem uninterested in her? This affront to her self-esteem, to her narcissistic ego would have to be addressed.

Rising again she rounded her desk to speak to Lance. Leaning her butt against the desk she looked down at him. Resting her hands on the desk behind her, she posed for him to drink in the view. Her bosom, emphasized by the arch in her back, powered forward. Stretching her sweater almost gauze thin, she knew Lance would get an impressive view of her big titties! Gazing over the impressive shelf that her breasts made, she watched him. Again, he glanced at her. Did he seem unimpressed? Dismissive? Of HER?

“Lance, I’m pleased that you have been much more appropriate in school. Have you been having any other troubles?” Carefully she smoothed her hands down the front of her thighs and shook her chest in an attempt to draw a reaction from her young visitor.

“No, ma’am, everything is going really well.”

“And at home?” she pried. “How are you getting along at home? You live with your Mother, right?”

“Yes, Ma’am. We get along really, really well!” As he spoke he shifted in his chair, seemingly uncomfortable.

Peering down at him the Psychologist watched, dumbfounded. The bulge that had formed in his crotch was insanely large! As she stared in disbelief the tubular growth swelled, extending down his pant leg. Growing larger and longer in front of her eyes it approached his knee before stopping.

“Oh, Lance,” she breathed, “that’s amazing! What was it that caused that? Were you looking at my legs, you naughty boy?” The flirtatious tone of voice let him know that she was not angry with him. “Perhaps you were admiring my bust? Hmmm?” she was purring while gazing at his erection.

“Do you need some help with that giant boner?” she asked. Her hands were stroking her bust, plumping the large mounds for his appreciation.

“Oh, thank you Ma’am, but no. I’ll, um, take care of it when I get home.”

“What? You don’t want me to help you get that huge thing down?” She inhaled deeply while pushing her tits out at him. “I can help you. I’d like to help you. Here, feel my big titties!” She reached out for his hands. She didn’t want to let this horse hung young man get away!

“No, that’s okay Ma’am. When I get home Mommie will help me. Besides, her breasts are so much larger than yours! And she really knows how to relieve me when I get like this. Sometimes she has to help me three or four times. I couldn’t ask you to spend that much time.”

“What? Your Mommie? Your Mother has large…” she gestured at herself.

“Oh, my yes. She’s tall, you know, and has really great legs but the thing that gets me hard every time I think about her,” he touched his hard on, “is the size of her gigantic titties. They are at least twice as large as yours, maybe more. I need to get home now.” As he spoke he rose from the chair and, shuffling a little because of his pulsing prick, made his way out of the office.

Behind him the School Psychologist was gaping at him. No one turned her down! She had never been so blatant and had never been rejected so thoroughly! She was humiliated and angry! Her revenge would be epic, she vowed!

End Chapter Two.

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They were old school friends but had not seen each other in 20 years. Melanie had always been in awe of Julie, she was bold, brassy, outspoken. Everything that Mel wasn’t. Mel had always been the quiet one, in the background, almost Julies’ stooge. She hadn’t cared though, Julie was popular and she had chosen Mel as a friend. Being the butt of the jokes was worth it, in her opinion, all those years ago.

And now here they stood. Time had not been overly kind to either of them. Mel had stayed big, two kids had helped see to that. Julie was the biggest surprise for her though. She knew her immediately but now the glamorous, pristine Julie was every bit as big as Mel was.

Mel hugged Julie tightly to her, she still smelt the same, after 20 years so little had actually changed. Julie hugged back and then held Mel at arms length. They looked at each other and grinned.

“Wotcha Mel” said Julie laughing. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

“Wotcha Jules” Mel laughed in reply. “You have.”

Julie laughed deeply. “Yeah, just a tad. I started putting it on once I got my divorce. Can’t believe how vain I was back then.” She shrugged and laughed again, hugging Mel close.

The women found a table and sat down with their drinks, talking about school days, friends and enemies alike, who they had seen since they had left school, who was still local, who had moved away, just general chit chat. Both trying to avoid telling each other about their lives since they had left school.

Conversation turned to arrangements for the night, the reunion was being held in the school. It was school summer break and the boarders at the private school were all at home with their families, leaving the girls at the reunion to use the dormitories to sleep overnight. Jules had opted to stay but wasn’t sure who else had. She had, almost instinctively made her way straight to her old dorm. She had put her bag on one of the beds and gone back down the stairs.

Now sitting with Mel she laughed when her friend had told her with an embarassed grin that she had also gone straight to her old room. Jules suggested that she move her stuff to the dorm where she was staying and they both made their way back upstairs to move bags from one room to the other. When they got to Mel’s dorm they found that she was in there on her own with four beds whilst Jules knew she already had three other people in her six bed dorm.

“Why don’t you come in here?” said Mel.

“Sounds good to me, anyway this one is less draughty.” Jules giggled.

They quickly went and got Jules bag and took it back to dump it on the bed next to Mel’s, Jules grabbed Mels’ hand and they left the dorm and made their way back down to the hall. Mel made her way back to the table with refreshed drinks in her hand and on the way was suddenly yelled at from across the room.

“MEL!!!” the voice yelled. “OH MY GOD!”

Mel turned around and saw an old school friend that she had not seen since the year after she left school when she went to her wedding.

“Oh my god! Monica!” she gaped.

Monica moved quickly across the hall and embraced Mel. Mel yelped and held her arms wide.

“Watch the drinks.” She laughed.

“Ooops!” grinned Monica and she let Mel go. “Where are you sitting?”

Mel turned around and indicated the table.

“Over there with Jules,” she replied. “Come on. Oh unless you are with someone?”

“Nope, on my lonesome.” Monica replied. “Come on.” and she bustled over towards the table.

As they approached, Jules grinned at Mel.

“I thought you had got lost.” she said and then saw Monica. “Mon?” she said quizzically.

“Allo Jules” Monica grinned.

“Oh lord, how the hell are you?” Jules said embracing their old friend.

“Fat and happy kiddo.” Monica laughed.

“Well I think that goes for all of us.” Mel replied.

“Who wants to be a size zero anyway?” Monica said. “I’m FAR happier being me.”

The women all sat down and caught up again on missing years. Monica’s husband had divorced her after 3 years stating that she had become too fat.

“Fuck him,” she said. “I was only a size 12 at that point,” she indicated her large frame. “He’d have a stroke if he saw me now.” She finished, a deep laugh leaving her.

Mel, Jules and Monica sat for some time talking about relationships and life in general, as the drinks flowed, the tone of the conversation got lower and the voices got louder. Monica’s deep resounding laugh turning heads every time she boomed across the room, her large breasts heaving and raising more than a few eyebrows. People came and went to their table, passing the time of day and polite hellos until they decided that the conversation was not for them and they moved on.

After a while someone moved in behind Monica and covered her eyes.

“Guess who…..” the broad but feminine voice said.

Monica frowned under the hands thinking furiously. Suddenly her mouth dropped open…..

“Sunny?” she asked tentatively.

The Ankara escort cackle from the woman behind her boomed out and she took her hands away from Monica’s eyes. Monica spun around in her seat and looked up into the beaming black woman’s face. Her bright white smile lit up her face and she leaned down to give Monica a hug.

“Fucking hell! Sunny!” Monica squealed as she stood up. The two women embraced and their large frames came together with a ripple.

“Oh fuck me! Sunny…” Monica laughed holding her at arm’s length.

“Well I could, but it’s a bit public.” Sunny boomed laughing as she gathered her old friend in again. She let go of Monica and moved to one side to look at Jules and Mel.

“Hello girls,” she drawled “How the hell are we?”

“Allo Sun,” said Mel. “You told me you weren’t coming.”

“Yeah, well, woman’s prerogative,” she answered. “Anyway, I had nothing better to do.”

Mel grinned and indicated the last free seat at the table.

“Sit your arse down then.” she said.

Sunny swung her bag off her shoulder and sat down.

“So” she said with a smile, looking around the table. “Everyone staying tonight?”

Everyone around the table nodded and they discussed which rooms they were in. Mel and Jules knew they were in the same room and soon found out that Sunny and Monica, by chance were in the next room. They all grinned at each other as they continued discussions about life, health and love.

Sunny revealed that she had never got married and that she was happy as she was. With a twinkle in her eye Mel took great relish in telling the other two it was because Sunny had decided that she was happier in the company of women. Sunny stuck out her tongue and laughed.

“Nothing in the world like hearing a pussy purr,” she said. “And I do enjoy my cats.”

Mel laughed, “You haven’t got any bloody cats.”

Sunny buried her nose in her drink and winked at Mel while the other two watched.

“Do close your mouth Monica dear, you look like you’re catching flies.” Sunny said primly but instantly let herself down with a laugh.

Monica closed her mouth with a snap and just watched Sunny silently for a moment. Sunny looked at her old friend.

“Monica dearest, I have ALWAYS been a lesbian, it simply took me a while to work it out.” She said with a flourish of her glass.

Mel stood up and made her way to the bar. She had known Sunny most of her life and had enjoyed a brief affair a few years previous. She turned and watched the girls, wondering what they would say if and when they found out. As she watched she could see Monica chattering away to Sunny and Jules sitting watching. In their school days the roles would have been reversed. Jules was always the loud one, Monica was often called dormouse as she was small, quiet and often curled up in a corner somewhere.

Mel took the bottles of wine back to the table, it was quite clear that Sunny had every intention of letting her hair down and now she was encouraging Jules to do the same. Monica it appeared, needed no encouragement in that direction. She plonked the bottles on the table and sat down. Refilling her glass she turned and filled Jules’ too. The conversation continued loudly as they discussed sexuality and the things that people enjoyed. Monica revealed that she had never really enjoyed sex and was not even sure she had ever had an orgasm. Jules raised an eyebrow.

“Not even self induced?” she asked in surprise.

“No.” Monica said snappily and went bright red.

“Monica?” Said Sunny suspiciously, “Don’t tell me you don’t own any toys.”

“Toys?” Monica asked.

The three women burst into gales of laughter as Monica watched them all.

“Oh fuck off.” She said grumpily and refilled her glass again.

“Oh my lovely Monica, do hush,” Sunny said. “Come with me, I have an idea. What room are you in girls?”

“7A honey.” Said Mel smiling. She had a feeling that Monica’s predicament would not last much longer.

Sunny smiled at Mel and raised an eyebrow towards Jules. Mel answered with an almost imperceptible nod and satisfied, Sunny grabbed a wine bottle in one hand and a handful of Monica in the other. Together they floated off across the dance floor like two galleons at full sail. Jules turned to Mel.

“OK, what’s going on?” Mel was surprised to hear the slur in Jules’ voice. She smiled.

“I think that we may have two room mates when we get back upstairs and I think Monica might just find out what an orgasm is all about.” She said with a grin.

“Really?” asked Jules. “Do you think Mon will let her?”

“Oh yes,” Mel replied. “Sunny can be VERY persuasive.”

Jules looked at her friend and Mel realised just how drunk Jules was as she tried focus with a drunken one eyed squint.

“Ok you, spit it out.” Jules said. Mel laughed.

“Well I think you have worked it out for yourself honey.” Mel replied.

“You and Sunny? But when?” she asked. “Anyway, you aren’t a lesbian!” she finished Ankara escort bayan quickly, falling over her words.

“No my lovely Jules but I am bisexual,” Mel laughed, “and in answer to your question, about 3 years ago.”

Jules looked her up and down. “Well fuck me, you are a dark horse.” She slurred.

“Come with me and I will show you exactly how dark a horse I am.” Mel said and held out her hand.

Jules only hesitated for a heartbeat and the two women made their way out of the hall and up towards the dormitory.

******

Sunny led Monica up the stairs and the women went and got their bags, moving them into 7A where Mel and Jules’ bags were already sitting on the beds. Sunny dropped hers on the floor and turned to Monica.

“You can say no at any point.” She said softly.

She watched Monica put her case on the floor and look up. She nodded mutely and walked towards Sunny’s outstretched hand. Sunny took her hand and pulled her towards her, taking Monica’s other hand. She looked at Monica who had her head down and was looking at the floor.

“Look at me.” She said

Monica’s head came up and Sunny looked at her.

“You can say no at any point.” She repeated again.

Monica nodded again, Sunny leaned forward and kissed Monica gently. Monica drew in a shuddering breath and responded, returning it.

Sunny cupped Monica’s face in her hands and pulled her forward. The women’s bulk posed no problems as they came together and Sunny continued to kiss Monica softly and gently taking it slowly, she didn’t want to frighten the friend she had always held dear. They stood in the middle of the room and kissed, Monica’s arms coming up slowly and wrapping around Sunny’s neck, playing with the short tight curls she found there.

Sunny’s tongue gently made its way towards Monica’s, Monica responded by moaning softly and pulling Sunny closer. The two women’s breasts came together, pushing together as they pulled each other against one other, their stomachs moving fluidly together.

Sunny pulled away and looked at Monica. Monica smiled, half shy, her cheeks reddening slightly under the black woman’s gaze. Sunny raised an eyebrow in an unspoken question and Monica nodded. Sunny’s hands moved around to Monica’s side and she gently undid the zip running down half the length of her dress. She slid the straps down Monica’s full arms and Monica took her hands out and let the straps fall.

Sunny traced her fingers across Monica’s shoulders and neck, down her décolletage to the bust line of her dress. Monica drew in a deep shuddering breath and held it in, pulling her stomach in to let her dress fall over her hips and puddle on the floor at her feet. Instinctively Monica bent and picked up the dress from the floor, stepping out of it. Her large pale pink breasts swinging pendulously, her deep pink nipples proud in their semi arousal, the wine loosening her inhibitions.

Sunny watched as Monica bent down, her eyes appraising her, her breasts round, not proud and pert but not taken by the ravages of childbirth and time. Her nipples proud but surprisingly small compared to the rest of her breast. Her eyes travelled down Monica’s body, sighing as she watched her friend move, her round stomach swinging slightly, folding and creasing as she bent down, very obviously holding it in. Sunny smiled to herself. Monica’s thighs were wide and pale like the rest of her, wide hips topped them. No angles, just pure curves from top to bottom. Monica turned back from picking up her dress and caught Sunny.

“Oh don’t,” she said with slight anguish. “I look awful.”

“Oh be quiet.” Sunny growled and walked towards her. She kissed her briefly and as she did, one hand gently cupped one of Monica’s breasts, lifting it. Her thumb brushed Monica’s nipple which made the woman sigh, as it hardened instantly.

Monica’s hands came up to Sunny’s blouse and started to unbutton it. Sunny helped by pulling the bottom of her blouse out of her skirt and unbuckling the wide belt she was wearing. With shaking hands Monica finished unbuttoning and she slid Sunny’s blouse down over her wide arms. She turned and put it on the bed next to her dress and turned back to Sunny once more, smiling nervously. For her part Sunny simply stood and watched as Monica started to unbutton the first 3 buttons running down the length of her skirt, allowing Sunny the room to get it down over her ample backside and onto the floor where she stepped out of it, bent down, swished it off the floor and threw it towards the bed.

Sunny stood proudly, her head held high, her ebony skin shining. The hot pink of her matching bra and panties in stark contrast to her skin, her large arms at her side, wrists and neck framed with silver. Her expansive breasts captured in lace, her large stomach only outdone by her backside. Large, round infinitely grabable, Monica smiled to herself as the thought crossed her mind and her eyes moved further down Sunny, over her thighs, wide and glowing like mahogany Escort Ankara table legs, strong and majestic, clad in red lace top stockings and finished with small but high black boots.

The two stood and looked at each other, Monica now not certain what to do. She stepped forward.

At that moment the door opened and Mel and Jules walked in. Mel dragging Jules by the hand as they laughed noisily.

Sunny and Monica both turned their heads towards the door. Sunny lifted an eyebrow and Monica clasped her arms over her breasts, looking for all the world like a startled rabbit.

“OOOPS! Hello you two,” Mel said breathless from laughing. “interrupting something?”

*

Sunny looked at Mel with a wry smile and then looked at Jules who was still hand in hand with Mel, her mouth slightly open.

“Do shut your mouth Jules dear or someone is likely to kiss you.” Sunny said looking at Mel.

Mel smiled, turned to Jules and before Jules could do anything, Mel pounced and kissed her. Jules immediately responded far more than Mel could have imagined and wrapped herself around her, kissing Mel deeply.

Mel let go of Jules’ hand, which immediately joined the other around her neck whilst Mel’s hands busied themselves up and down Jules’ curves. Jules wasn’t as big as the rest of them but she still had ample curves. Mel now made the most of every single one of them, firstly pulling her into her by placing one hand on each cheek of her peach shaped backside. Jules came in closer, Mel slid her hand under Jules’ top and made her way up Jules’ smooth back. She deftly undid Jules’ bra clips and then slid her hands across her breasts taking her now loose bra with her. Her fingertips brushed Jules’ nipples which responded and stood to attention, with a soft moan from their owner. Mel broke her kiss with Jules and looked at Sunny.

“Now,” Mel said. “Are we all getting comfortable?”

Sunny laughed and reached for Monica.

“Come here silly britches.” She laughed and wrapped her arms around the pale skinned, large woman.

The contrast was startling and beautiful, a small smile graced Mel’s lips as she watched, memories of old springing into her mind, hours lost to comparing skintones, marvelling at contrasts, getting lost in the love of intertwined limbs, Mel’s almost olive skin against Sunny’s deep ebony. Now as she watched, the two beautiful women intertwined their arms, their breasts coming together, the hot pink of Sunny’s bra contrasting a third way against the pale skin of Monica and the dark ebony brown of Sunny.

Sunny pulled Monica close and kissed her. Soft, light, gentle kisses, her thicker lips making Monica whimper as her own mouth searched for her. They came together finally and Monica’s tongue immediately slid into Sunny’s mouth, searching and finding its goal as they wrapped around each other. As their kiss grew more empassioned Monica’s hands searched for the clips at Sunny’s back.

Finding them, she unclipped her bra. Emboldened by alcohol and fuelled by passion, Monica wound her fingers into Sunny’s bra straps and pulled them down her arms towards her, releasing her very large breasts whilst she continued to kiss her. Sunny arched back slightly and dropped her hands down, letting her bra drop to the floor. She moved back in and put her arms around Monica’s waist again, pulling her in towards her.

Mel turned back to Jules and looked at her smiling. Jules blushed and Mel walked behind her, reaching up to undo the ties at the neck of her top. The front of Jules top fell to her waist exposing her pert breasts, her strapless bra fell to the floor as her top fell and Mel ran one fingernail down Jules spine making her shiver. Moving in behind her, Mel placed small kisses on Jules’ shoulders and back as she undid the small buttons at the bottom of her top, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her standing in her black hip hugging trousers.

Mel moved around to the front of Jules and looked her up and down. Jules’ rose pink nipples stood to attention and Jules watched as Mel appraised her. Mel ran her fingernail down between her breasts and then bent to take one nipple between her teeth. Sucking on it gently, Jules moaned softly, her hand coming up to the back of Mel’s head, pulling her close. Her back arching, her breasts offered. Mel’s hands busied themselves undoing Jules’ trousers. Button and zip open, she slid her hands inside the waistband and down over her buttocks, surprised to find that her hands were on bare flesh. Holding one cheek in each hand she pulled her close and immersed herself in her goal.

Jules moaned as she lost herself in the sensations now coursing through her. Mel’s tongue was soft against her skin, her teeth grating against her nipple, her breath catching as Mel caught the tip and pulled on it, tugging it away from her body slightly. Mel’s fingers busied themselves over Jules’ backside, her nails scraping as she slid her hands over the buttocks, sliding her trousers down over her hips, exposing her round backside. She let Jules’ trousers fall to the floor and expose her fully naked.

Mel stood and looked at Jules smiling. Jules smiled back, a slight twinkle in her eyes. Mel looked at Sunny and licked her lips. Sunny crooked a finger at Mel.

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All characters are over 18 years

This story is in English script but uses some hindi/urdu words.

NO CONDOMS IN MY STORIES. ONLY BARE BACK SEX.

Parineeti was a beauty queen 38-34-40 with skin which was so beautiful. She was sexually overactive and wanted me to fuck her every night. She normally wore sarees which were tied low and backless sleeveless blouses. She wanted to attract male attention. She also wanted to have group sex.

She was cursing me “BAHENCHOD APNI BIWI KO NAHI CHODEGA TO KAUN CHODEGA. TUM APNI MAA KO CHUDHAI KAREGA MAADERCHOD. CHUTHIA. MUJHE KAUN CHODEGA. MAIN BAZAAR MEIN RANDI BAN JAOON KYA.”

Parineeti continues “Apne dost Raghav ko bol mujhe chode aur mujhe uska bacha bhi chahiye. Uska lund pant se dikhta hai ki bahut sakt hoga. Mujhe Raghav se chudwa.”

I was flabbergasted. Never had i imagined Parineeti would openly ask me to get a fucker to chodo her.

Parineeti continues “bolo to mein Raghav se chudhai karne ko bolti hoon. Woh 6 ft kad hai, 30 saal ka hai, uski biwi Sharmila zyada to maike mein rehti hai. Sharmila usse umar me badi bhi hai.”

“Raghav 40 saal ki Sharmila ko chodh sakta hai to mai to sirf 35 ki hoon, Uska laurda bhi sakt rehta hai. Chooth to milti nahi hogi bechare ko. Meri chooth mein woh zor se jayega to uska juice bhi niklega aur uski tension bhi kam hogi.”

Parineeti then said “Meri chooth mein tension nikalega to phir tum bhi uska laurda choos sakte ho. Tumko aadmi ka ling choosna bhi acha lagta hai. Mujhe ek aur bacha bhi chahiye. Tumse to hoga nahi. Toh ussi se bolti hoon mujhe chodh kar pregnant kare.”

Agae Parineeti boli “Pet se hoongi toh tumhari maa, babuji aur behen bhi khush honge. Pichli baar jaise meri pooja aur dekhbal bhi hogi. Woh sab bache se bhi itne khush honge. Unko to lagega ki tumhare bache se hi pet me hoon.”

“Usko mere baal bhi ache lagte hain aur chumi ki koshish karta rehta hai. Woh bangali hei magar usko punjabi aurat achi lagti hai.”

Subah hui aur Parineeti ne phir se baat ki Raghav se apni chudhai karane ki. I asked her how do you know he wants to fuck you. The reply was we women know when someone is interested in us. I reluctantly agreed and she said she would call Raghav to arrange the days events.

I had just reached office when Raghav called to say “I will be picking up Parineeti in one hour and then I go out with her. I hope its ok with you that we will be having fun without you.”

I was at a loss of words and just mumbled something in reply and continued with my work. After some time I called my wife to enquire on the progress. Ankara escort

She said “Mujhe mazaa karne do. Baadme bolungi. Main to uske lund ke liye abhi tadap rahi hoon.”

After some time I was surprised to find Raghav and Parineeti in my office to take me home. I accompanied them and then got a barrage of complaints. They were basically saying they need me to be present to fuck each other. We then settled down and started chatting.

Parineeti was sitting on the sofa chair in a cotton saree with a deep sleeveless blouse I loved her in cotton. She looked beautiful with the cotton saree enhancing her beauty.

We chatted for a couple of hours and then went to the study which basically had cushions on the floor and no chairs. We were all sitting on the floor.

Raghav was at one corner speaking of some woman he had fucked in Seychelles Africa. He described her saying “She was wearing a short skirt with stilettos. Her boobs were a 48E (for readers I actually know someone who is 48E) and her hips were huge. Her skin color was a beautiful ebony black and so smooth. We met in a bar and she was a mother of two. She was saying the most raucous things and wanted to be fucked without saying it. I started to neck her and right in the bar my hands went up her skirt into her twat. Before I knew it she was moaning. Fortunately no one could hear due to the loud music. Her hand went to my zip and she removed my cock and she gave me a hand job. The effects of her hands on my brown Indian cock were magical. Right on the bar stool I was moaning saying FASTER BABE FASTER. MILK ME. GET ALL MY JUICE OUT. OH MY GOD. THIS IS HEAVEN. FASTER FASTER. I ejaculated and soon my semen was soon all over the bar stool. She cleaned me with her hands and licked all the semen from her hands. We then left the bar and went to the closest lodge where we fucked till the morning.”

All this got me hot and also Parineeti I could see was also in heat. Her saree and petticoat went up. Her legs were fully naked right upto her chooth. She was not wearing a panty. I pulled her to my side and started kissing her. I climbed on top of her and started kissing her neck.

Parineeti was below me and she opened my shirt and said “Jaldi pant kholo. Lund do. Chodo mujhe.”

Raghav in the corner was enjoying watching the scene and had his cock in his hands. He was playing with his cock.

I started to suck Parineeti’s big 38 boobs and they were perfect. Parineeti was screaming “suck my milk. Fuck me Fuck me hard. ZOR SE CHODO JALDI CHODO. POORA ANDER JAO. MADERCHOD CHODO JAISE APNI Ankara escort bayan MAA KO CHUDHAI KARTE HO.”

Hearing MADERCHOD I started ramming her harder because I loved ramming my mom. We kept ramming for a long time with Raghav watching us and soon my semen was all over Parineeti’s legs, petticoat and saree. Her smell with her chooth, my cock and my semen was overpowering. I then got off to her side and continued sucking her boobs.

Now Raghav came over and without ado rammed his cock in Parineeti’s chooth. It was a dream fulfilled for the couple as they had been dreaming of fucking for a long time.

Parineeti was moving her lips in tune with the cock ramming her. She was saying “Raghav kya mast lund hai. MUJHE CHODO. APNA BACHA DO. MUJHE EK BETA EK BETI CHAHIYE TUMSE.”

I on the side was cheering “Raghav ache se chodo. Ek bacha do. Usko pet se karo. BAHENCHOD USKI CHOOTH MAR ZOR SE MAR. TERA KYA LAMBA LUND HAI. MAZAA AA RAHA HAI.”

This way Raghav kept fucking her and she was enjoying it. Raghav did not say anything. He only kept grunting, ramming her like a piston and after a long time his cum was all over her chooth and legs. He then put his cock on her boobs and his cum was all over her bra, blouse and boobs. Raghav then kissed her like crazy.

After he got off her I went had licked her chooth and eat all the cream. She loved the feel of my tongue and hands and was so happy I had arranged for her servicing by Raghav. She also wanted to have his child even though we already had one child.

After this we all got dressed and went out of the room. We found our 25 year old maid Anjurie standing. The room was full of the smell of sex, semen, chooths and that typical smell when people have been fucking and having an orgy. Anjurie asked Parineeti “Didi mazaa aaya kya.” She also asked me “saab chudhai kaise thi. Mein hoti to mujhe bahut mazaa aata. Mujhe group mein mast lagta hai.”

Parineeti replied “Haan bahut acha tha. Raghav bhaiya ne bahut ache se chudai kari aur Ankit (thats me) ne bhi bahut ache se pyaar kiya. Aisi chudhai roz ho to zindagi ka alag hi mazaa hai. Tumko chudhai karani hai toh woh bhi agli baar ho sakti hai.”

Raghav then left after having a cup of tea. He now kept visiting us so as to fuck Parineeti.

Anjurie also established relations with me with blessings from my wife. More on that later.

After a few days Raghav called and said “Parineeti is not talking to me. What should I do.”

I asked Raghav to meet me and told him if you are serious then you should make it clear to her. Buy a synthetic Escort Ankara saree (the kind amids wear), bangles, mangal sutra, payal and bichooa and I will arrange the rest.

In the meantime I told Anjurie “Raghav bhaiya aur didi ki pooja karni hai mandir mein. Hum pujari ko bolenge ki didi ka bacha nahi ho raha hai to pooja karni hai. Do din ke baad talab ke paas jo mandir hai usme pooja hogi subah saat baje. Wahan didi, Raghav bhaiya, tum, mein aur didi ki saheliyan Reshma, Rita aur Amrita honge. Is pooja ke baad didi Raghav bhaiya ke bache paida kar sakti hai aur woh jab marzi yahan aa sakte hain ya usko bahar le jaa sakte hain.”

NEXT

We had the pooja in talab ke paas wala mandir. This was a very popular temple where childless couples went to pray for children.

For the religious ceremony Parineeti wore a synthetic red color saree, glass bangles, mangal sutre, bichooas and a ring. Her saree was worn in such a way that her petticoat could be seen and the saree was a little up. She wore a gajra. Her blouse was backless so her back was very inviting and sexy. Her lipstick was bright red. She wore typical chappals like what maids wore. She was dressed like a maid because the priest said maids are more fertile and dressing like a maid will inrease fer fertility and the Gods will be happy.

The priest did the ceremony and explained that the effect of the prayers is she will definitely conceive if they do enough chudhai. Within a year she should deliver.

He asked me (her brother as per him but really Parineeti’s husband that I should provide all opportunity for her to be with Raghav. I should also try to help in the conception (he did not elaborate).

After the ceremony we had a small lunch and then took the couple to Hotel Kanishk, a five star hotel for the night. The newly weds entered the suite and from what I heard did masti like never before. From what the two of them said the night was full of “chodo, fuck me, kiss me, your chooth is sexy, your cock is huge, OOOH AAAA MMMM.” It went all whole night long.

Anjurie and I went home and at night she came to me and started playing with my cock. She said it was a long time since she had sex and wanted a fuck.

I immediately obliged, started kissing her and removed her clothes. I was sucking her boobs, sucking her chooth and she even pissed on me which I enjoyed.

When I penetrated Anjurie she was in ecstasy and said “chodo, zor se chodo, laurda do, bacha do, tumhara lund bahut mota hai.”

I was saying “Kya chooth hai, mast hai, mera nufta lo, ache se lo. beti paida karo.” This went on the whole night.

The next morning Parineeti came home and Raghav went to his wife.

After a year a child was born to Parineeti and she was thrilled. My parents were thrilled and we were one happy family.

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This chapter and the next takes place after Anders met Erik in Valuable Lessons. However, it’s not necessary to read the first two chapters of that story first. All you need to know is that Erik is an older lover and a Dom.

Two and a half years after I met Mark on the west coast of Denmark and introduced him to male sex, I visited him and his boyfriend Peter, who was four years older than us. We had a nice meal with good wine and talking. At some point Peter left the room and stayed away for twenty minutes. When he came back, Mark was giving my sore shoulders a much needed massage. I’d been painting the walls of my apartment the previous weekend. Peter sat down on the couch and regarded us for a bit. Then he gave me a little quirky smile. “Mark told me you’re the reason he found out that he’s gay.”

I shrugged and mumbled something about him probably realizing sooner and later anyway. “Perhaps, but you seem to be the guy I have to thank for getting a boyfriend who enjoyed his first times so much that he was eager for more. And ready to do anything a man could want from his partner.” I blushed and had the feeling I knew where this conversation was going. Not that it surprised me, because Mark had been flirting and touching me all afternoon and evening. In addition, Peter had pinned me against the kitchen table with his body at one time, claiming to need something in the cupboard above me.

Mark’s fingers moved up to caress my neck and he slid into the comfy chair. He was flush against my back and his hot breath tickled my ear. Peter’s gaze held my eyes. “Have you ever been with two guys at the same time, Anders?” I shook my head, my mouth dry, and cursed my habit of being struck dumb whenever I got propositioned. “Neither have we, even though we’ve talked about it. But the problem is my inability to share Mark with anyone.” I nodded because Mark had told me that Peter was rather jealous and possessive at the start of their relationship.

Thankfully most of it faded once Peter found out how much Mark loved him and adored him. But it had been one of the reasons I hadn’t visited them before, even if I wasn’t a competitor for Mark’s affections. “But you’ve already been with him, so in a way this would be more like him sharing you with me – and Mark sharing me with you.” Mark’s breathing got heavier and he and Peter exchanged a long heated look across my shoulder. I failed to get the implication, and anyway I was more concerned with wriggling slightly so that my by now half erect dick became less uncomfortable in my jeans.

“So what do you say, Anders, do you want to be with us?” Peter stood up and walked towards me and I hurriedly nodded. He started to undo his trousers. “Tell us what you’d like to happen.”

By now Mark’s hands were busy under my T-shirt, and he was kissing my neck and nibbling on my earlobe. I swallowed and finally got my vocal chords to work. “I… I’d like to be fucked both ends… at the same time.”

A satisfied grin and Peter freed his cock. It was long, but only of average thickness, thank God, even if the crown was extra swollen. “Mark tells me you give excellent head, so let’s see if he’s right.”

A push from Mark sent me to my knees in front of the chair, so my face was right next to Peter’s fully engorged manhood. He grabbed my neck and pointed his cock at my lips, brushing them with his exposed glans. I could smell that he’d just washed it, so I opened willingly and let him possess my wet cavity. As I worked on the swollen head with my lips and tongue, I felt Mark’s hands undo my jeans. He pushed them down together with my underwear; what a relief to get my throbbing hard-on released from prison. Mark had undressed to, because his huge cock nestled against my butt, as he fondled my dick and my balls.

Fuck, this was like a dream come true, I was so horny. I pulled Peter’s pants further down so I could get one hand on his muscular ass and play with his balls with the other. Licking up and down the long shaft then taking it as far into my mouth as possible. My tongue prodded the opening, I sucked on the head and rubbed his hot rod with my hand. Soon Peter was moaning and I worried that he would unload in my mouth without warning. But he must’ve had high self-control, because he stopped me and pulled his pants up. “Undress each other and go take a shower. I want two squeaky clean dicks and assholes to play with.”

Mark and I were soon naked and after the necessary trips to the toilet we met in their large shower. It was wonderful to get to wash Mark’s cute body and huge cock again. He was still shaved all over, just as he’d been after our last time together. I guess Peter enjoyed the look too. When I’d finished rinsing him, I bent over and sucked him for a bit, god he was big. Mark returned the favor of washing my manhood and then his fingers got busy on my ass. He soaped my cheeks, crack and around my needy hole. “Are you sure you want to, Anders? Feel free to say Ankara escort no, if you…” I shut him up with a kiss and moaned with lust as he slid two fingers up my ass.

As he cleaned me up, I tried to express how much I longed for them to take me together. Mark laughed and adjusted the shower head, so it became a focused jet of water. I bent forward and held my buttocks apart so he could rinse me out. Having the hot water and his fingers manipulate my tunnel, making me ready to be fucked, felt so good. Even if I still feared his monstrous tool. Then I got to do him; I grabbed a handful of liquid soap and got really intimate with Mark’s super cute butt. It drove us both wild when I finger fucked him hard, and for a moment I just wanted to ram my dick up his ass.

It might’ve happened, if I hadn’t suddenly spotted two thin stripes on the lower part of Mark’s cheeks. He’d bent forward and pushed his butt out, ready to be rinsed, and as the water removed the soap, the red lines became visible. I finished my job of rinsing him, inside and out, then I hung up the shower head and turned him, so his back was towards the light. Tracing one of the two stripes with my finger, I let outrage fill my voice. “What the fuck it this, Mark? Does he HIT you?” Mark jerked away from me and turned the shower off. He avoided my gaze as he left the cubicle and got towels for both of us.

“Peter and I play a game sometimes.” His voice was low and hesitant. “It’s always ME who decide if and when we’re playing. I initiate the game by calling him Sir Peter or… or Master.” The last word was a whisper. “That means he can hit me max three times with a cane. Or give me another kind of punishment when I’m bad. Like if I’m disobedient or talk back.”

I gulped and stared at him. Fuck this sounded eerily familiar. “But… but what if it hurts too much. Or you really don’t want to obey him?”

Mark’s nervous smile was adorable. “I have a safe word, which means stop. Because it’s part of the game to say no and stop and please don’t and things like that. But I’ve never needed it, because the things Peter do are so exciting and wonderful.” His eyes got distant and his hand stroked the thick cock, as the towel dropped to the floor, forgotten.

I went over to him and fondled his ass. “What did you do to get these, Mark?”

He came out of his trance and grinned at me, the mischief in his eyes infectious. “I got one for pretending that I didn’t want to share you with him, and one for refusing to share HIM with you. This was after we’d talked about the chances of getting you to agree to a threesome. Ehm we got rather excited discussing the possibilities if you know what I mean.” Suddenly I understood the look they’d exchanged earlier, and I recalled how Mark got horny from being reminded of the situation which had caused his stripes.

“But mostly we make love normally, so you needn’t be worried,” Mark continued and gave me a hug. Hah, that wasn’t the reason why I had goose bumps, shaky knees and a leaking dick. To my surprise Mark’s revelations had made me even hornier. We finished drying ourselves and went to their bedroom. Peter was waiting for us; he sat on the edge of the king size bed and was naked too. Mark led me over to stand in front of his boyfriend who bent forward to taste us, first Mark then me.

As I looked down on Peter’s dark hair and almost stern, masculine face, and waited for his approval, it was so like being in Erik’s presence. And Peter was certainly an accomplished cock sucker. He soon had me moaning as his tongue explored every crevice and dipped into the opening to taste me. When we’d been accepted, he made me get on the bed on all fours. “I think we’ll grant Anders his wish of being filled in both ends. And since I’ve already tried your mouth, I’ll do the other needy hole. I’m sure Mark can keep you occupied up here.”

As he spoke, he arranged me, so my head was at the edge of the bed where his boyfriend was standing, and my ass was sticking provokingly in the air. Peter finished by grabbing Mark’s monster and rubbing the tip over my cheek and my mouth. “How do you feel about that plan, Anders?”

I thought it’s now or never, took a deep breath and replied. “Yes please, Sir.” Both Mark and Peter gave a surprised start and the ensuing silence went on for a couple of very long and tense seconds.

Then Peter grabbed my neck hard and his voice had a dangerous edge, as he hissed at me. “What did you just call me, boy?”

My voice shook but I persisted. “Sir Peter.” I saw his long thin cock jerk and moisture appeared at the tip. He turned to Mark and grabbed his arm with the other hand.

“Somebody has been telling tales, I think…”

Mark seized the opportunity to join the game. “Please Master, I couldn’t help it. He saw the stripes on my butt and he wanted an expl…” His boyfriend cut him off.

“He wanted to have marks just like you. Well, I can manage that. With pleasure.” He let go of Ankara escort bayan us and walked over to the dresser and pulled the top drawer out. Mark and I turned our heads to see what he was doing. The left hand lifted the expected cane, a long thin flexible rod, out of the drawer. But the right hand kept rummaging around until it came up with something wooden. I couldn’t work out what it was, but it made Mark moan with anticipation – and maybe a little fear.

“Yes, boy, you’ll get what you need,” Peter began as he turned back towards us. Suddenly his eyes narrowed and with a roar of anger he strode over. “What the fuck are you waiting for, I told you to suck him.” I immediately turned my head to take Mark’s cock in my mouth, but too late. The cane whistled through the air and a burning pain across my buttocks announced that Sir Peter had doled out my first punishment. As my mouth opened in a shocked gasp, Mark shoved the head of his huge manhood inside. I sucked and licked frantically and he groaned with pleasure.

So did I when I felt Peter’s mouth and fingers gently caress my sore ass. One of his hands slid between my legs to fondle my dick. I think he sighed in relief when the hardness showed I was still horny and game. His other hand parted my cheeks so his fingers could tease my sensitive star. His tongue found the aching line on my butt and licked it. It stung but at the same time excited me immensely. Peter’s fingers stayed gentle and sensual as they massaged lube into my entrance. I couldn’t wait to have his long shaft penetrate me, and I almost forgot my duty to Mark as I focused on his boyfriend’s preparation of my butt.

But Mark reminded me with a firm grip in my hair and a hard thrust of his hips which made me gag on his thick cock. I quickly resumed my oral ministrations and added a hand to play with his smooth balls. When Peter let go of me to get a condom, I concentrated on licking his boyfriend’s engorged rod all the way from the base to tip. Then I worked the head with lips and tongue and massaged his slick shaft with two fingers and thumb on either side. Mark loved this and clutched my shoulder hard, moaning “More, faster.” But when Peter’s hands exposed my entrance and I felt the tip of his spear poke me, I forgot all about Mark.

He opened his eyes when I stilled with my mouth full of hard cock. Realizing that his boyfriend was about to possess my tight tunnel, he leant forward so he could see the long dick slowly disappear into my ass. As Peter bottomed out, the two men kissed each other above me and I whimpered. Even if being fucked in my mouth and my butt at the same time had been a fantasy for a while, I’d no idea how much I’d love the feeling. My needy asshole ached from being full and eager to be pounded and spit ran down my chin as I fought to swallow around the huge presence in my mouth.

I did miss having a warm hole enclosing my own dick, but I managed to get my hand moved under me to grasp it and rub the foreskin back and forth. When they finally stopped kissing, I was so fucking turned on and desperate to have my ass pounded and very close to coming. Peter immediately saw what I was doing and pulled my hand away. “None of that, you naughty little cheat. Or do I need to add another stripe to make you behave?” He dragged the cane across my cheeks to illustrate his threat and I shook my head and mumbled frantic denials around Mark’s cockhead.

“Good boy,” Peter dropped the cane, gripped my cheeks with both thumbs firmly pressed against the sore areas, and proceeded with fucking me. He alternated between letting his swollen crown undulate just inside my sphincter, prodding all my sensitive spots, and deep hard thrusts that had my mouth surge further down on Mark’s cock than entirely comfortable. Oh yes Sir Peter was an experienced and skillful master of the art of butt fucking, and he rode me for a long time. He’d take breaks where he gave me tips on how to suck Mark’s monster. I appreciated them, but there was no way I’d ever manage to deepthroat him.

Finally, Peter pulled out and we changed positions. Mark got to lie on his back and I knelt beside him and continued to pleasure his manhood. Peter ditched the condom and sat between Mark’s legs and began playing with his balls and lubing up his tight aperture. I noticed he had the wooden implement in the other hand, and I could see what it was. It was a three or four inch long and almost two inch wide butt plug with a handle at one end. The tip was rounded so that it vaguely resembled a short thick cock, and it was completely smooth.

Mark noticed it too, when Peter let go of him to pull a condom on the wooden rod. He immediately moaned, “no, oh please no” and tried to protect his sensitive pucker by bending his knees and put his calves together in front of his pert little butt. Peter and I smirked at each other and grabbed a knee each. Slowly we forced Mark’s legs apart and up, until he lay with his ass tilted and his smooth Escort Ankara shaven star exposed and accessible. Peter added another blob of lube and positioned the wooden dildo in bull’s eye. With a look and a telling gesture he indicated that he wanted me to get on with the blow job.

I bent over and trapped Mark’s leg under my chest and pointed his huge erection up to catch the head in my mouth. I licked and sucked and worked the hard shaft with my hand, tasting his precum every time I milked him upwards. I could see how Peter gradually forced the plug into Mark’s ass, and his boyfriend whimpered and jerked as he was opened up. There was no way for him to escape our joint attention, and he had to submit. When the rod was nearly all the way in, Peter used the handle to rotate and tilt it, and Mark groaned and arched his back. I had the feeling his prostate just got tapped.

Peter let go of the plug and positioned the cane across his boyfriend’s cheeks, between the two old stripes and the dilated entrance. With his right hand he began fucking Mark with the dildo and the left held the cane. I increased the speed of my sucking and the massage of Mark’s shaft, and soon he announced his impending orgasm with an eager “yes, yes, more”. As his back arched again, Peter slammed the dildo up his ass, grabbed the tip of the cane, pulled back and let go. The moment the thin rod hit Mark’s cheeks, he screamed in ecstasy and split second later a shot of cum filled my mouth.

As the next load arrived, I tried to pull back, but a firm grip on my hair and a searing pain across my ass stopped me. “Finish the job properly, boy.” Peter had extracted the cane and used it to deal out another unexpected punishment. He enforced his demand by sliding the thin rod up my back and pressing it against my neck. With tears of pain and humiliation in my eyes I had to receive several shots of Mark’s warm salty sperm in my overflowing mouth, barely able to breathe around the huge spitting snake. My hand kept milking Mark’s cock and Peter fucked him with the hard wooden dildo, and it was obvious our victim loved the treatment.

I had to swallow most of Mark’s cum, another first for me, but there was so much that some of it dribbled down on his abdomen. My own dick was throbbing with lust as it lay trapped between my stomach and thighs, and I knew a few strokes would make me come. Strange that I was utterly turned on by being forced to do something I disliked and usually refused to do. When Mark finally stopped spurting, both of us collapsed on the bed, with my head lying on his stomach. Peter now became a caring companion, and I was able to work out his method. Whenever he’d smacked us, he turned considerate and nice, and the contrast was quite effective.

He lifted my head and wiped semen from my chin and cheek. He kissed me gently on the mouth and removed the last remnant of Mark’s seed with his tongue. Then Peter carefully pushed me over on my back next to Mark. He removed the plug and wiped Mark too, then returned to me and caressed my chest and stomach. Soon his skillful fingers were playing with my achingly hard dick and his mouth sucked my nipples. My manhood wept with delight and gratitude to finally receive some attention and I wanted to beg for release. But before I could do so, Peter let go and sat up. “Hmm, I think we need to take care of you now, Anders.”

Fuck yes, that was just what I wanted, but instead he turned to Mark. He was sitting up too, but still looked out of it after the prolonged orgasm. Peter kissed him thoroughly and whispered something in his ear. I couldn’t stand another pause on my road to ecstasy, and my hands snuck into my lap to rub my shaft and fondle my balls. I knew I risked Sir Peter’s wrath and so it was. As soon as he saw what I was doing, he removed my hands with a scolding. “I can’t believe it. I look away for a moment and you’re disobedient again.” He manhandled me over on my front and locked my arm behind me by pushing it towards my shoulder blades.

“Give me the restraints, Mark. This boy needs to be kept in line.” Two cuffs were put around my wrists and I could feel a strip of soft cloth across my back. My arms were half a meter apart and I couldn’t quite see the point. Not until they turned me back over and I found out that with the material connecting my wrists I couldn’t move my arms away from the sides of my body. I wouldn’t be able to reach my dick without moving the other arm under my back which would be rather awkward and uncomfortable. Nor could I get rid of the cuffs, even if they were just closed with Velcro, without my captors noticing.

But the design of the restraints meant that I was able to lie comfortably on my back or my front while still being confined. Peter looked satisfied with my helpless state as he stroked my leaking dick. I hoped he would proceed with taking care of me or get Mark to do it. But I’d forgotten that I had to be punished for being naughty. “Spread your legs,” his order was curt and very much like Erik when he was in full Dom mode. I obeyed immediately and Peter nodded to Mark, who straddled my stomach and pulled my butt cheeks apart. Moments later I felt something hard prodding my anus.

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Been in the IT field I tend to work a lot of long hours. My office is situated away from all the cubicles on my floor but I still have to walk pass these cubicles to get to the copy room. It was about 6:30 a Wednesday afternoon and everyone had gone home. While going to the copy room I had the go by the Training manager’s desk, which was a large cubicle with privacy walls. He was a young guy in his early thirties and we got along very well, always trading dirty jokes and stuff. On my way back from the copy room I heard a faint pant and stopped to listen for a while. I noticed that the sound was coming from his cubicle and it was a moaning. One filled with pleasure. I snuck up to his desk and peeked around the wall and saw the most beautiful ass I have ever seen. Nina was one of the training coordinators and she was a drop dead gorgeous blonde. She was about 5′ 7″ with long soft hair, blue eyes and just yummy. We have often spoken, as I’m the IT guy who fixes everyone’s problems so I had a good working relationship with her. But here was my buddy Richard having an even better relationship. Her ass was in the air with her legs stretched out and she was bent over his chair sucking his cock. His head was all the way back enjoying her warm mouth. And my cock just hardened. I slowly walked away back to my office, rubbing my cock and wondered what to do. I quickly grabbed the digital camera, which had a setting to record 10 seconds of MPEG and walked back to his cubicle. I turned it on and started recording zooming in on her ass and getting a great view Ankara escort of her cunt. After the 10 seconds were up the camera automatically shut it self off and this gave me away. They both looked at me stunned at the fact that they were not only caught but they were on camera.

Richard immediately started to beg me not to say anything while trying to cover his cock. It was a nice size tool too. About 6″ and about 2″ wide. But the best view was when Nina stood up. Her tits were amazing. She was totally naked. Here tits were about 36 B with really small nipples that stood out. She started to apologize and was started to beg when she saw the camera. She knew my field and was begging me not to say anything and most of all to get rid of the pictures.

Her clothes were on a chair behind me and she tried to walk over to get them, but when she got near to me I stepped in front of her and said jokingly, “you can’t leave my buddy hanging like that”

She looked at me puzzled and I took her hand and led it to my dick. She looked back at Richard and then at me and I let her hand go, pick up her clothes and said follow me. I walked away with her blouse, skirt, panty and bra and headed towards my office.

Richard got up and took her hand and they followed me. Once inside my office I closed the door and told her to get down on her knees. I slowly pulled my cock out and had a view of my 7 incher.

She immediately started to suck me while Richard got undress. Her mouth was warm and she looked up at me with those blue eyes as inch after Ankara escort bayan inch she slid me into her mouth. Richard now naked had positioned himself behind her and was fucking her doggy style and just staring at me with a grin. I took the camera and reset it and got ten seconds of her sucking my cock. Ohh how I will cherish this movie forever, I thought. My thought was interrupted as she started to cum. She took my cock out and was softly screaming as not to attract any attention ( I guess this is how she is used to doing it at the office).

I shoved my cock back into her mouth, and she made a grunt and rolled her eyes at me. I felt the juice in my balls start to boil and I knew I was about to explode. She knew this too. She positioned her head at an angle and slid my cock down her throat just as I was about to cum. I spray her throat with my juice and she just kept sucking it down. She tried to pull away but I grabbed her head and shove my manhood deeper into her throat. My balls were touching her cheeks. All this time Richard had gotten up and was massaging his cock waiting to explode in her mouth as well. I withdrew and he replaced me shoving his member deep into her mouth. I went and took up position under her wet pussy and started to lick her clit. Her juice was amazingly deliciously. After a few flicks of my tongue against she came again squirting her juice into my wide open mouth. I swallowed up everything and licked her pussy clean.

By this time my dick was hard again and Richard was stroking his flaccid dick trying Escort Ankara to get it hard again. I had a half bottle of coke on my desk and Nina took a sip to wash down double dose of come she had just swallowed. I sat on my chair and told her to straddle me, which she did. The warmth of her pussy captivated me. It felt great. I have dream of creaming this ass before but never thought I’d get a chance. We fucked in the position for a few minutes and now Richard was hard from watching us. I asked her how she wanted it and she said Richard in her pussy and me in her ass. Wow , I love a woman who knows what she wants.

I laid flat on my back on the carpeted floor and she sat over me, slowly inching my cock into her ass. It was tight. Holy shit. I wanted to scream. She final work me in and had a good rhythm going before she stopped and laid flat on my chest to allow Richard to position himself on top. This was amazing cause with every stroke that Richard made, not only did her ass tighten but the sensation of both cock rubbing against each other separated by the thin wall sent her into multi-orgasms.

She came several times during this sandwich and I felt my volcano boiling inside me. Richard was gasping and I knew he was ready too. Just as he started to cum I my balls tighten and I shot my second load deep into her ass. She was panting and I could tell she was worn out and quite frankly so was I. We got up and got dress and she looked at me and said ” no internet right’ point to the camera. I laughed and joking said “naw just our company intranet.” I kissed her and she and Richard left and went home. when I got home I pulled into the garage and before I could close the door my wife came out naked and I knew as spent as I was I couldn’t disappoint her. I love pussy…

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Warning: Contains reluctant/coerced consent.

Note: This story is a work of fiction and not intended to make light of sexual harassment but to illustrate the fact that men can be victims, too.

I stared at Clayton with an angry look on my face and biting my bottom lip. I’d heard about things like this happening to women—and some men—but never believed that I would be a victim of harassment. The epitome of an Intimidating Big Black Man (TM), I didn’t take shit from anyone. Six feet five inches tall with the thick, muscular body of a linebacker, I had no problem calling people and their bullshit out, no fear of white men who thought they were better than me or that they could cower me with their money or attitude. I was a fucking great lawyer and enjoyed what I did. I didn’t need anyone to give me a leg up. More than one person knew how valuable I was to the firm and that all I had to do was look at another firm and I’d be snatched up. But here I was, sitting in Clayton’s office suggestively being told I’d need to have sex with him in order to make partner in a way that no one would ever understand or believe. Clayton Harris, the fucking founder and owner of the law firm where I worked, was engaged in textbook sexual harassment.

Three inches shorter than me, Clayton had a lean swimmer’s body that was at least seventy-five pounds lighter than mine. His straight, blonde hair was all the same length and touched his shoulders. Depending on the day, he either held it back by tucking the locks behind his ears or slicked it back into a skeevy-looking ponytail as it was now. His steel blue eyes were always watching and calculating, not letting any moment pass without knowing how to capitalize on it for his gain. There was perpetual yellow-white stubble on his square jaw and his thin lips were severe but always ready with a fake, but convincing smile.

“I don’t deny you’re a good lawyer,” Clayton continued in a businesslike tone that one could legitimately argue held no hint of threat or suggestion. “But before you start kissing the asses of some of our most important clients, I need to know that you’re going to be looking out for me and the firm first and foremost.”

My eyes went wide as he stood and began to move around to my side of the desk. Sticking out of his open zipper were his balls and hard cock. It wasn’t his exposure that made me curse in my head, it was the size of it. What I saw rising out of Clayton’s pants, while not exactly small with its upward, banana curve and thick head, only reinforced the fact that I was hung. And the fact that he was behaving like it was the biggest one around, with me knowing that I was larger, annoyed me off even more. Without bragging, I had a big dick and was proud of it. That was the one stereotype about black men that I embraced. To have this white boy behave like he was the cock of the walk in my presence with me unable to show him the truth fueled my frustration.

As he leaned back on his desk in front of me, not acknowledging that his cock was pointed toward my head, he continued, “You’re a big guy who’s used to getting his way. It helps with negotiations and in the courtroom and I respect that. In fact, I want to capitalize on that. But I also need to know that when the time comes, you’re going to do what I tell you without fighting me. You’ll still have your autonomy, maybe more of it, but because of some of the clients you’ll be handling, I may have to step in occasionally. I have to be able to count on you to do things sometimes that you may not like and that you think could be distasteful. I need to know that you’re going to take care of me and protect the firm. Are you the man I’m looking for?”

I stared him in his eyes for a long moment not saying anything. I didn’t know what to say. I loved this job but, under normal circumstances, I didn’t need it. I could easily find a position with another firm. However, I knew that if I crossed Clayton, if I turned him down in this moment, not only would I have a hard time finding something similar in the city, he had enough connections that it would be difficult for me to find anything in at least ten states.

Standing again, he took the two steps forward that were needed for him to be directly in front of me with his feet on either side of mine. That put his cock directly in front of my face close enough that I could smell its clean, musky odor. While I’d seen other guys hard in locker rooms or during the two gangbangs that I had during college, this was my first time seeing an erect dick so closely. Even though I had a specific reason for not wanting to touch it, I suddenly understood why women were sometimes afraid of a dick.

Clayton’s cock had an unquestionable sense of power. It wasn’t simply a nebulous, ethereal sense of masculinity and manhood. Because of its size and firmness, his cock looked strong and dangerous. It was of above-average thickness and easily stretched longer than the short side of a sheet of paper. There was a raised, thick vein running along the top just off the centerline and from it, a number Ankara escort of slightly smaller but no less swollen vessels branched off from it giving the whole thing a muscular appearance. Still partially covered with a collar of foreskin, the crown was a slightly thicker acorn that because of its deep red color already looked ready to fire. And with the swollen sack hanging beneath and the size of the cum tube running along the bottom, there was no doubt in my mind that one shot from him would be powerful and possibly injuring.

“I have another meeting scheduled in about thirty minutes so I need your answer. Are you my man?” His voice was infuriating with how calm and detached it was.

My eyes moved between his cock and his dispassionate eyes. Even though his dick was hard, there was no arousal in his eyes. That made this situation even worse. If he’d shown even a moderate level of attraction to me, I might not have felt so angry and could have even felt a little sympathy for him. Absent that, it just meant he expected me to kiss the ring, as it were. His dick was nothing more than a tool to assure my loyalty. Indeed, I began to notice that his hard length remained steady as he stood there. It didn’t buck and jerk from arousal meaning it was hard just to be hard. The long piss slit was dilated but there was not even the hint of wetness from precum visible. It was the ultimate expression of power and control and unlike anything I’d ever seen. He wielded the same unquestioning and unwavering control over the firm and anyone with whom he did business.

Accepting that I had no choice, I leaned forward and briefly kissed the tip of his cock.

“I hoped you’d be my guy. But we need to seal the deal.”

“Wha—” I opened my mouth intending to ask what that meant and instantly regretted it.

Clayton pushed his dick into my mouth, sliding all the way back to touch my throat in one measured thrust. With my nose pushed between the open zipper and buried in the short hair on his crotch that was certainly as well-manicured as his nails, his length gagged me and the surprise of it caused me to choke and sputter while I pushed my hands against his thighs and torso attempting to get him out of my mouth.

“Calm down, Malcom,” he said as if he were talking to a client who had just found out his wife filed for divorce and was trying to take everything. There was a bit of concern in his tone but the edge of authority was its prominent feature. “Unless we need to call this off?”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I thought about it. I had come this far and, while I was far from enjoying it, the taste of his cock wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Reopening my eyes, I looked up at him and gave him a small nod.

Clayton immediately pulled back slightly and set up a slow pace moving back and forth through my mouth. There was no urgency to his movement and I again had the sense that he wasn’t doing this for his pleasure but simply to show that he could.

“I understand and accept that this isn’t your thing, but I appreciate that you’re willing to do it. There are going to be a lot of things I’ll ask of you that you might not agree with and I need to know I can trust you to do them.”

I sighed as best I could around his dick, resigned to what was happening. There was no passion, not even a basic eroticism as he used me. Clayton fucked my mouth as calmly and steadily as when he laid out the facts of a case. And the facts here were that he had the power and I was obligated to submit. I heard no moans of pleasure come from him and worried that I wasn’t doing a good job, which was odd considering I really didn’t care if I did. Whenever I looked up into his eyes, they were staring down at me with the same unaffected expression as if I were doing nothing more than pouring him a cup of coffee. That, more than anything, pissed me off.

I wanted to bite his dick off when he said, “You’re going to swallow.”

As straightforward and matter of fact as always, his tone was no different from when he assigned cases. It was infuriating and it must have shown on my face.

“You don’t have to like it but you’re going to do it.”

I became even angrier because he was right: I didn’t like it but I was going to do it. I didn’t need the promotion, per se, but I needed to work and to keep my reputation, and I knew without his saying it that if I didn’t swallow, that if I didn’t do whatever he asked, I’d suffer in some way. It might not have been by losing my job or being given cases less prestigious than those I currently worked on, but there would be something. There were attorneys in the firm who were suddenly shells of their former selves after a meeting with Clayton and I didn’t want to be one of them.

Because he’d told me to swallow, I expected him to be close to finishing but he kept sedately moving in and out of my mouth with no sign of stopping. I hesitate to say that I got used to his dick being in my mouth but I did relax into it and came to find it to be not so bad. That’s not to say that I liked Ankara escort bayan it, but, like cutting out bread from my diet, I didn’t hate it so much after a bit.

“Eyes up and don’t look away.”

I complied with the order and he began to come almost immediately. I was surprised because there was no hint of his climax approaching. Even as his cock pulsed and jerked in my mouth, his face and entire demeanor remained steady and unaffected. His breathing didn’t change and his hips continued their steady, measured rhythm. Though the first shot startled me, I swallowed it and the others that followed without complaint and tried to keep my face from expressing how disgusting I thought his bitter, slimy cum was.

My eyes remained locked on his expressionless gaze through it all. If his face had been smug and mocking, I would have blown my top. Had he shown some sign of pleasure, I might have felt a bit of shame about what was happening. Because they were as steady and dispassionate as ever, I could accept this as the most fucked up business transaction that I, hopefully, would ever have to be a party to. Sucking Clayton’s cock and eating his cum once was a small price to pay for the partnership and the prestige it would bring.

Mercifully, he pulled out shortly after I felt his cum stop flowing. His cock had softened enough that the upward curve had disappeared but it still stiffly pointed toward me at a low angle out of his fly. Bloated and coated with my spit and bits of cum, it somehow looked more intimidating than before.

“Be here at ten thirty tomorrow morning so we can finish this,” he said evenly as he walked to sit behind his desk with his dick still out and dribbling cum. “I’ll have the paperwork ready and we can finalize your parntership.”

Even though I knew he had just dismissed me, I sat stupidly expecting a thank you, job well done, or some other acknowledgement of what had just happened. It was difficult to believe that he could be so indifferent to forcing me to suck his dick.

Clayton looked up from the briefs he had begun marking through with a raised eyebrow and a look that told me more than anything our meeting was over whether I had more to say or not. After a short beat, he asked, “Was there something else, Malcolm?”

“No. I, uh, guess I, uh, just needed a minute.”

“You have a lounge or your own office for that. My office is not a break room.”

Pissed but unable to say or do anything that wouldn’t come back to bite me in the ass, I stood and left without another word.

I went through the rest of my day in a daze. Nothing felt the same but there was nothing I could say or do that would make it better. At home, my wife noticed something was off but accepted my lame but truthful excuse that it was work related.

“Good morning,” Clayton said from behind his desk the next day when I entered his office. He placed next to a small bottle a stack of papers through which he had been glancing. “Ready to be a partner?”

I took a deep breath and nodded. “I am.”

“Good.” When he stood, his hard cock was again pointing skyward out of his fly, peeking out between the panels of the suit coat he also wore. It wasn’t until he grabbed the bottle that I realized it was lube. “Over the end of the desk. Face the mirror.”

“Clayton, I—”

“You what? Don’t want to be a partner in the most powerful law firm in the state?”

I pulled myself up to my full height and looked down into his eyes, unwilling to submit in this way. Today his hair was loose and tucked behind his ears, further irritating me that this surfer boy was trying to cow and intimidate me. Yet, despite my size and the strength of my resolve, he still seemed to tower over me and unquestionably held the power in the room which caused me to say rather meekly, “I do, but—”

“If you want the clients, if you want the notoriety, if you want a future where you call the shots this is the price you pay. With your name as part of this firm, you’ll make connections with people who didn’t know you existed yesterday. You’ll be invited into the best clubs, get reservations at the best restaurants, game tickets, whatever it is, you’ll have it. But you need to remember—and occasionally be reminded—that this is my law firm. You may be a partner but you work for me. End of discussion.”

Even though his voice was as even as ever, I knew that if I opened my mouth again, if I made any move that wasn’t to demonstrate my compliance with his order, I’d be finished.

Holding back a sigh, I moved to the edge of the desk where he had indicated. Suppressing my hesitance because I didn’t want to show him weakness, I undid my belt and pants and avoided looking at the mirror in front of me. Though there was no sound, I felt him move into position behind me as I lowered my pants and underwear. I heard the soft snick of the cap opening on the bottle followed by the wet sound of him slicking himself.

“Eyes up.”

Inwardly reluctant but immediately compliant, I raised my head and met the reflection of his Escort Ankara almost bored gaze. Like the day before, there was no indication of arousal or anticipation of pleasure in his eyes. Clayton Harris was behind me because he could be. I felt his thick tip push between my cheeks and clenched my jaw to suppress my anger as he travelled slowly along my crack to find his target. When I felt the cool wetness touch my puckered opening, I flinched, clinching my asshole at the same time.

Clayton pushed forward with gentle pressure to secure himself then released his hold on his cock and gripped my hips in his strong hands. His eyes were indifferent as they locked on mine. We stared at each other for a few moments in silence. I was unable to look away and he wanted to make sure I didn’t. There was no warning, no indication it was about to happen when he thrust his hips forward sharply, causing his cock to punch into my ass like he was stabbing a pen through a piece of paper.

I felt the searing pain, the sharpness of skin possibly tearing, yet, despite the tears that formed in my eyes along with a wince and sharp inhale I refused to scream in reaction. Other than a slow blink to clear them, my eyes remained locked on his and my face quickly returned to a neutral expression. I remained tense and still as he took his time pushing all the way into me. Clayton’s hard rod stuttered and skipped against my violated hole. His cock forced my ring to submit even as it fluttered uncontrollably trying to eject him. I could feel the leading edge push deeper into me, prying me open like nothing I’d felt before. It seemed like an eternity before I felt the open zipper of his pants against my bare ass at which point I exhaled a long breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.

Clayton remained motionless for a moment holding my gaze with his unreadable eyes. His breathing was as steady as ever and betrayed nothing about his emotional state. Likewise, his cock was hot and hard within me, but unlike when I was buried in my wife, there was no twitching of his aroused flesh, no throbbing indicating a need for release. As always, Clayton Harris was in complete control of his body and everything around him, including me.

He eventually leaned forward over me, taking a moment to calmly tuck a few of the blonde locks that had escaped behind an ear, then reached out to tap the papers that he had placed on his desk when I first entered. It was then that I realized they were already turned and positioned almost perfectly so that I could read and sign them from my current position. Aligned with my shoulders was his laptop that he turned so he could see it. As if his cock weren’t buried in my ass and we were sitting across from each other at the desk, he said, “This is the partnership packet. Bruce and Robert signed the same thing and there is nothing different in yours compared to theirs. But, of course you’re a great lawyer so you’ll take your time and read through it.”

Lowering my eyes to the document, I felt him return to standing then pull back slightly. Though I tried to read, all I could focus on was his cock moving backward inside me before pushing deep again. When he pulled back a second time, I registered a little more of his dick leaving me as I reread the same sentence before he returned his entire length to my ass. I stared at the print on the paper unable to make sense of it as his fourth thrust had him not pushing back in completely before pulling out again. By the seventh, he had found his depth and pace and moved regularly through my ass. Though the pain remained, his movement was steady enough that I was finally able to put it out of my mind and move on to the second sentence.

While I read, my ass burned relentlessly from the friction of his motion. And even without him balls deep inside me, his thick length felt like it was coming out of my throat. Though I was able to focus on the contract, my mind and body both were having a difficult time dealing with the fact that I was being fucked by my boss, by a man, in exchange for a better position. For years, the quality of my work had been enough and now I was beyond annoyed that I had to do this in order to move forward any further in my career or risk losing it all.

I had finally made it through the first page when the phone on his desk rang.

“Pass that to me.”

I did as requested but I know my face expressed the disbelief I felt that he was going to have a phone converstion while fucking me. Indeed, as he continued to slide his cock back and forth within me, he spoke to another lawyer in the firm about a case, removing his hands from my hips to use the laptop as needed yet never stopping his hips. I returned my attention to the paperwork in front of me, vaguely aware of the continued conversation.

After he finished that call, I was surprised when minutes later he received another work call that he took. A third call followed from his wife. I openly stared with incredulity at him in the mirror discussing dinner, their kids and other minutae as he continued to pump my ass while holding my hip with one hand. Not intentionally eavesdropping on the call, I could nevertheless hear his words and was surprised that his tone with her was no different from the one he used with me and the other attorneys.

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Author’s Notes:

1. This can be read as a stand-alone story.

2. Though there are a lot of bodies bouncing around, most of the sex in this part involves only two people at a time.

– aliaspeterj

P.S. Thanks to everyone who gave me feedback on Part 1

***

Georgia didn’t say she was waiting for marriage and Jon didn’t get the sense she was a virgin. It wasn’t like she got upset if he said “fuck” or if they watched an R-rated flick. But when Jon let his hands wander or tried adding his tongue to a kiss, Georgia’s expression became intense, her eyes widened and then she stepped away and kept him at arm’s length for the rest of the night.

Not that sex on demand worked out any better. Jon hooked up a few times in the first two weeks of classes. It had gone from disaster, to okay, to a different kind of disaster. The first hook-up was fast and sloppy, really more of a misfire than a sexual encounter. The second time he was pretty hammered. He remembered the sex wasn’t bad, but it got uncomfortable afterward, wanting her to leave, and trying to make small talk even though he’d forgot her name. After that his endurance for partying waned. He got to the point where he did his time, getting a little drunk, bored and horny before taking off. He didn’t think it could get worse than being bored and blue balled.

The last night of his hook-up phase he was in over his head. The apartment building’s parking lot had nothing but Jaguars and Porsches and the partiers were the kind of people that filled them. Wearing sweat pants and a loose, turquoise button-down with a t-shirt underneath, Jon reeked of being poor. He couldn’t even make it up by looks. Though his face was handsome, because Jon was 6’2″ and weighed 124 lbs. he looked like a stick figure with hair. Actually he was amazed that he had even got into the party. Aside from seeing how the other half lived, he stuck around for the bottles of microbrew they had at the bar.

A flashy, thin blonde with beautiful fake breasts was toying with him for a few minutes while making eyes at a couple of prospects. She was a rich bitch, a cheerleader or sorority-girl-type slumming and prick teasing the poor, gawky guy. It wasn’t like he was fooling himself that he had a chance, but he was really horny so she had an effect. The blonde smirked as she eyed his cock bulge, amusing herself, trying to get him so excited he’d cum in his pants. He had a three-pack of condoms burning a hole in his pocket, but no matter how horny he got he’d rather turn them into balloon animals than use them on the smirking blonde.

“Mmmm… this beer is really good.” The blonde licked the bottle lip and then plunged her tongue down the neck. She licked a finger and streaked it between her cleavage. She took a sip of beer and thrust her wet breasts at him. “Would you like a taste?”

It would be so easy for Jon to stick his head into her chest and slurp away. But even as the blonde offered him her tits, she was already set to lean back. This wasn’t a come-on; it was a sexual mirage. Quelling his horniness, he swung his gaze around the room lingering on a couple of curvy brunettes.

The blonde stepped closer and brushed her big tits against Jon’s arm. Her breasts were so close he could chart constellations in the freckles around her cleavage. “I don’t blame you, not wanting to drink this stuff. It’s kind of off.” She moved her bottle back and forth letting the cold bottle brush against her chest and bring her nipples to hardness. “I hate it when a beer goes bad. I mean once you take a drink, what are you going to do? It’s all right for guys to be gross, but girls can’t.”

Jon looked around the room, knowing where this was going. He gestured at the corner where a few couples were moving to the music. “You want to dance?”

“What does a girl do with bad beer?” The blonde flipped her hair back in a practiced move and leaned down sighting him in the crosshairs of those cold hard nipples, this while still eyeing a guy by the sofa who, for some reason, was naked except for a diaper. Thank God he wasn’t too much of a tit man. Staring at that girl’s rack, he would have been helpless.

Just because Diaper Man was wearing a Rolex, the girl was interested in him. It didn’t matter that the guy was drunk off his ass and had a beer gut or that he seemed to be acting like he needed to be changed as long as he wasn’t poor.

It was enough.

He looked the blonde up and down. “So do you prefer being on top or doggy?”

“Answer my question first,” the girl said.

“For me, it depends on what she looks like. You want a beautiful girl on top so you can look at her face and you want an ugly girl from behind so you look at her ass. If both are bad, you can go either way; you just have to keep your eyes closed.”

“Just answer the question,” the girl said with mounting frustration. “What do you think a girl should do with a bad mouthful of beer?”

Jon drained his beer. It was time to leave, but he wasn’t finished with the girl. “Okay, I don’t know.”

The blonde Ankara escort took a pretend sip of beer and made a sour face before speaking. “Do you prefer girls who spit or girls who swallow?”

Jon toyed with his zipper. “Actually, I prefer girls who hold still when I shoot a load on their faces. Slutty brunettes are great, but it’s the dumb, prick teasing blondes who really turn me on.” He unzipped his pants, casually reached in and grabbed his cock.

“What the fuck?” the blonde said more because of his cock than his words.

“I start shooting on one side of their face and arc across to the other side, letting the cum stream down giving them a little white beard.” Jon stroked his prick casually while aiming the cockhead at the girl’s face. “I love the blondes because I tell them it’s smart juice and if they let it soak in long enough the wind won’t whistle through their ears so loudly. Sometimes I’ll give them the glazed donut. That’s when I swirl it …”

“You couldn’t get a woman to look at your prick if she was cross-eyed…” The blonde tried to talk over him, but failed because of his loud resonant voice. A voice that — even with all the party’s noise — would start attracting attention if it got any louder.

Jon stroked his cock harder and began wagging it to keep the blonde’s attention there. “If the blonde is dumb and ugly, I’ll give her two or three coats. It’s like painting over really ugly wallpaper.”

“You can’t say that to me,” the blonde said, looking both embarrassed and upset.

“Three coats are for those really hopeless blondes, the ones guys will only fuck if they’re drunk and the light’s bad; the ones they only call if it’s 3 AM and their hands are too tired to do it for themselves…” Jon grunted and jerked his cock harder. “Girl, you might want to kneel down right now or you’re going to miss a coat.”

The blonde tried to say something, but Jon talked louder and began flexing his prick as he jerked off. When he tensed and closed his eyes, the girl jumped back.

Jon’s eyes snapped open and he had a smirk on his face. “Whoops, false alarm.”

The blonde quickly headed for the door.

“Honey, don’t go. I’ve got some paint samples I want you to look at…” Jon said. He quickly tucked his cock back in his pants. He’d never been close to cumming. In fact he’d been so disgusted by the girl by then, just to stay hard he had to picture a naked centerfold behind the blond.

People were staring at him now. Talk about irony. If he wasn’t wrong, Diaper Man was undressing him with his eyes. Jon was trying to avoid Diaper Man’s gaze when a dark-eyed girl with striking blue-black hair came up to him. As beautiful as her hair was, it was her slutty smile and her creamy skin that attracted him. Skin tight jeans showed off her fine legs and a silken, filmy black blouse hinted at her lovely small breasts and nipples. God, why did so many of the women here have to be beautiful? Why couldn’t they just be stuck-up and slutty and ugly?

“Did you mean that?” the girl asked.

“About…?”

The girl smiled and looked him straight in the eye. “Did you mean that about painting a girl’s face?”

Jon laughed and would have kept laughing except for the power of that naughty smile. “Maybe, I am; Maybe, I’m not. But why take my word for it? You can waste fifteen minutes rubbing against me and wondering or you can put on your safety glasses and join me in the laboratory to find out for yourself.”

Jon looked at the exit. The beer was great, but it wasn’t worth having to put up with the Abercrombie assholes and Gucci bitches. It wasn’t like anything was happening here, and if he stayed any later, he wasn’t going to be in shape for his morning run.

The brunette pulled a pair of sunglasses out of a thin strappy black purse dangling from her shoulder. She nestled the glasses in the rich black expanse of her hair. “I’ve got my safety equipment. Now let’s find a room and do a little experimenting.”

Jon smiled wearily. “Very good, but I’m not doing this experiment with Miss Muffet. Once we get going, I don’t want daddy’s little princess to take out her handkerchief …”

The brunette stepped very close until the top of her head tickled his shirt collar. Small cold hands moved around his waist then shot down to cup his ass cheeks. “How many princesses have silver pins through their clits?” she said standing on her tiptoes.

“I’m not in the mood for a prick tease…” The girl’s warm breath tickled his neck a second before she got on her tiptoes and licked his Adam’s Apple.

He was still grasping for words when the brunette squeezed his ass and winked at him. “Are you starting to get the feeling that I’m interested?”

Jon leaned over to kiss her and the brunette brought her hands around and grabbed his cock.

“I need you to fuck me, baby,” she whispered, pulling his cock out, grasping the shaft hand over hand, jerking him with a slow, ten-fingered stroke.

“Ohhhh…” Jon groaned.

“Listening to you talk to that blonde got me so Ankara escort bayan horny. I want what you promised her, baby. You need to take me upstairs and punish me with this cock. I want you to shoot all your cum on my face and smear it in. And when you’re done you’re going to do it again. You said you’d give that girl three loads and that’s what you’re going to give me.”

“How could I do that to such a beautiful face?” He kissed her, trying for soft, but ending up with hard and breathless. She pushed his sweat pants further down leaving his crotch and ass open to the air.

“Mmmm … you need a little moisturizer,” the brunette said, lowering her face and spitting on his cock head.

The noise around them got louder as people yelled “Fuck her” and “Rape her ass,” but Jon had tunnel vision.

He cradled her head with both hands. “If that’s what you want, I’m going to give it to you. I’m going to hose you down with cum. I’m gonna give you a fucking cum pink-eye. You’re going to get a fucking shower of cum.”

The brunette was hanging on his every word; Jon felt her excitement as she jerked faster and harder every time he said cum.

“You’ve got to have it, don’t you?” Jon said. “You’ve been bad and you need my cock to fuck you. I need to fuck you here.”

God, this was so sexy; he needed to fuck this siren senseless. Damn it, he deserved it, but the conservative part of Jon just couldn’t do an anonymous hook-up. Maybe if he was blitzed, it would be different, but on a mild buzz he needed more.

Jon heard a guy screaming like an idiot and felt champagne spatter against him. Jon kissed her and groped her little tits. “I’ll fuck you upside down on the uneven bars, but, we’ve got to know what names to scream when it gets time for the dismount. I’m…”

She pushed her lips against his and pushed her tongue down his throat. “It’s sexier without names, baby.” She leaned down and gave his cock a quick lick. Fingers softly fondled his balls while her other hand played in and out games with his cockhead. “You need to give me this cock. You need to do it soon or I’m going to explode. Baby, I want to fuck you. I want to wrap myself around your body like a snake and climb your pole like a monkey and … I want to fuck you, but my body is so horny, my pussy is burning and my throat is so empty. It’s got to have someone.”

The brunette bobbed her head and took another lick; coming back up she kissed his neck and began boring in with steady suction.

Screw being conservative, Jon thought. If he walked away from this girl, he would be kicking himself for the rest of his life.

“I’m going to give your pussy and your throat all they need, baby.” Jon said rubbing her nipples with one hand while his other massaged her ass. “But you’ve got more needs, don’t you? God, your face is so thirsty. It needs my cock, doesn’t it? It needs someone to shoot all over it and then be cock slapped all over.” Jon tried to bury his hand down the back of her jeans, but they were just too tight. He rushed in for a hard kiss.

Jon kissed her neck while his hand pinched her hard nipples through her blouse. “Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to give you a cum moustache around your pussy lips?”

“After you shoot off all over my face, you can do anything you want as long as you do it hard.” Jon pulled his sweat pants up and followed her lead. She backed up toward the door pushing through the crowd, never letting her hands off his prick. “You’ve got to pound me. You need to ram your cock up my pussy. Will you do that for me, baby? Will you pound your little slut? Will you ram me and then christen my face with your cum?”

The music was so loud, they didn’t hear what the people were yelling around them as they made it out onto the landing. Once they were out the door the door, the yelling faded.

“God, I’ve got to see you naked,” Jon said, as the brunette ripped his button-down shirt off and tossed it over the stair railing.

Jon pulled his t-shirt over his head, crazy with need, ready to fuck this girl in the stairwell. Trying to get it off, his arms and head got tangled in the shirt. Blinded momentarily, he heard an evil giggle. His sweats and boxers were jerked to his knees and then he felt those soft hands seize his balls. Jon yelled as nails dug into his sac, but that cry was nothing compared to his scream when his balls were yanked forward and sideways, like someone trying to twist the stem off an apple.

The pain was a lightning bolt hitting so hard that he bit down hard in reaction, sinking his teeth into his tongue. “YOUUUU FUCKINGGGG BITCH!”

He twisted his body away and hunched over trying to protect his poor balls. He screamed and tried to claw his way out of the shirt and the girl kept giggling. As his t-shirt tore around the collar, the girl leaned close. “If you want to fuck me, you’re going to have to catch me,” she whispered and fled up the stairs.

Jon ripped loose of the shirt just in time to see a black-sandaled foot disappear around the bend of the stair. Escort Ankara His mouth tasted of blood.

“FUCK YOU, BITCH! The only time you’re going to feel this cock is when I slam it up your asshole!” Too angry and horny to think straight, he pulled up his pants and moved forward at the same time, nearly falling over as he staggered, hopped and finally flew up the stairs.

There was a jangle of keys. “Your pussy’s getting away,” the girl sang from somewhere above him and to the right. He took the stairs three at a time and reaching the landing sprinted left hoping he had guessed correctly.

He heard the voice coming from around a bend. “So close, but slipping away. The key’s turning. The door’s opening …”

“NO!” Jon screamed.

Taking the corner at full speed, he bounced off the railing, stumbled, lost his balance and kept blundering forward. The girl faced away from him, slightly bent over with the paradise of her tight butt staring at him.

The girl turned and reached for the door. “And now the poor, horny, little, cock …”

Hurtling out of control, Jon bounced off the door jam, knocked into the girl, skidded face-first on the carpet and tumbled onto his back. He groaned and closed his eyes trying to shut out the pain throbbing through his back and balls.

The door banged closed and locks snicked into place.

A sharp weight pushed on his chest. Opening his eyes, Jon saw a black sandal pressing hard against his nipple. He stared up along the barrel of a smooth leg, up, up, to the amused look on the brunette’s face. The foot moved from his chest to rest just beside his ear. Gracefully, the girl, moved to the side wiggled out of her tight jeans leaving her with just her sheer black blouse and a pair of white French cut panties pulled up so high and tight they were practically embedded in her ass. The girl stepped back and slowly squatted down straddling his face. Those beautiful white panties crept closer.

“Ready for your prize?” she asked, her fingers pulling the panties to the side, displaying a small pink pussy framed beautifully by a racing stripe of pubic hair.

Jon wondered about the silver pin that was supposed to be in the girl’s clit, but that thought fled as the brunette lowered her butt. Just as her pussy all but touched his face, he grabbed the girl’s ass cheeks in both hands and yanked her off balance.

“Screw the prize. I’m gonna get payback!”

She fell to the floor and he was on top of her, biting her neck and ramming two fingers up her pussy as hard as he could. Shifting quickly his kiss smothered most of the brunette’s screams. Seeing the girl’s tiny scared pupils staring up at him, Jon put his anger aside.

“You’re going to have so many orgasms you’re going to go insane. You’ll beg me to stop, but I’m just going to go faster. That’s going to be my payback.”

Despite his words, his finger fucking slowed and when he moved his head to her breasts he merely sucked on the girl’s tits through her blouse. The sensation in his cock went from pain to numbness and his cock sagged; he doubted he could do much more than tea bag the girl.

He gave a last deep thrust into her pussy and then he just had to get closer to those tits. He tore through the blouse then bit down on her small tits and tiny, very erect nipples.

“Shit!” she yelled, jolting every time he bit her nipples.

Jon rolled them onto their sides, his free hand tweaking the nipple he wasn’t biting. Her hands wrapped around his neck and pulled him deeper into her breasts.

“Harder! Do it harder!” she whispered.

He let his fingers wander down to her butt and just as he bit down he pushed a cum-slick finger up her ass.

“Fuck, yeah. That’s it. My tits and my ass!” she yelled, as she wrapped her legs around his midsection

He took his teeth from her bruised nipple. As sexy as this was, trying to fuck her now would be like playing pool with a cue stick made of Nerf foam. “Baby…”

She launched her mouth at his, kissing hard and pulling back and panting and kissing hard again using his ears as a steering wheel. She jammed her tongue down his throat and then sucked his tongue into her mouth and let him do the same. His finger pushed into her ass faster as she humped her pussy against his belly button

The numbness in his cock switched to a deep dull pain, but at the same time his erection firmed.

The girl pushed his head back to her breasts and gasped into his ear. “Do what you want to me! Shove your cock up my ass! Stick your fist up my pussy. Ram your cock down my throat!”

He pulled his finger out of her ass and pushed it into her mouth. She spit it out and looked ready to spit, but instead kissed him, sharing a kiss that tasted like shit, but that somehow made the sex hotter.

He heard hammering on the door, but the sound was a world away. They were beyond words now. They were just humping and grunting. He grabbed the hard nub of her clit in one hand and a nipple in the other and twisted hard, kissing her hard and shoving his tongue against hers. He sucked her neck. She pulled his hand from her swollen nipple and stuck three of his fingers in her mouth. He pulled back and dragged his sweat pants and boxers off. Just as quickly she pulled off her panties.

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