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They look up to see Pam standing at the door. She is naked. Breasts erect and proud with dark brown hard nipples on the peaks. The woman is a carbon copy of Pat. They are twin visions.

“My sister got that tasty pussy fucked?” she chirps walking toward them.

“Your sister got fucked by a man who fucks his sister,” Pat giggles fiddling with a wet and limp cock.

“Really?” Pam quizzes big eyed, “You enjoy your sister’s cunt?”

“Every opportunity I get,” he acknowledges smiling unashamedly.

She drops to knees. A set of wide brown eyes is transfixed on the soft rod. Pat suddenly lets it go and places a head on the broad chest.

“I become especially horny whenever I’m around a man who’s practicin’ incest,” Pam tells playing with the limp tool. “I’d had nothing but good fucks from guys who are totality a sex animal.”

Pam squeezes the head. A left hand gently plays with the cockshaft. She is on the way of getting it rising again.

“That probably won’t do’ya much good, Sis,” Pat giggles softly while making circles with a well-manicured finger on the masculine chest, “I pretty well drained it.”

“Well,” Pam chuckles, “let me see what I can do.”

She brushes the tip of Dale’s rod over the full, dark lips. A slow stroke of the cock causes a low groan to emit. A wet tongue curls around the head.

She shifts to a position where she is directly over the semi hard dick. Like a lizard, a pink tongue darts at the cock head. It flicks along the top. This is followed with kisses to the top and down the shaft.

The hardening tool is showered with loving kisses. Then, as desire starts taking over the healthy black body, the kisses became more compulsive. Excited lips trails along the side of the stiff shaft.

Dale’s cock begins to react as expected. It starts filling with hot blood. It thickens and pulsates. It is ready to go again.

“Makin’ love with a large throbbin’ dick is one of our special pleasures of life,” Pat whispers hotly in his ear.

“You’re wrong, Sis,” Pam says between licks, “He wasn’t all that drained.”

“You do have magic in that tongue,” Pat remarks to the passion driven sibling.

A pink tongue lavishly licks the erect cockhead. Then it slides between a pair of luscious lips. Pam moans as Dale’s cock brushes against the inner flesh of a hot mouth.

The girl just holds a third of the stiff shaft in a warm mouth. She is relishing the feel the hot prick. A hot tongue suddenly begins washing the head avidly.

“Oh, baby,” Dale, sighs, “That’s nice.”

“We both loved suckin’ cock,” Pat place kisses on Dale’s neck and upper chest saying lustfully, “We can’t go a day without tastin’ sperm!”

Pam’s head lowers slowly. The woman’s quivering mouth inhales the long stiff shaft with increases vigor. She hurriedly consumes it in one lunge.

Dale feels the tip of the hard rod touch the back of a pleasure-giving throat. The muscles relax accepting the stiff pole. Pam is up to the balls.

“Damn, you bitch,” Dale aimlessly moans, “I think you could teach you’re sister a thing or two about cock suckin'”.

“Don’t tell her that too often,” a smiling Pat quips, “She already believes she’s the best cunt on the planet.”

“Hell!” he groans louder, “It feels as if she wants to eat me entirely.” Feeling a quick, hot tongue massaging the shaft, he adds, “Her mouth is pure delightful.”

As Pam swallows Dale completely there is a speculation of how many men must have been satisfied by these women. How many felt the mouths of these sisters? The twins are cocksucking experts to the max!

Pam enthusiastically pumps up and down on the stiff shaft. Each time at the top of the repetition a lapping tongue would swipe across the head of engorged cock. He involuntarily arches with the sensations.

Dale lays back and tries to relax. At least relax as much as a man could while getting a good blowjob. Pam’s magic mouth continues to have its way.

Happy sucking sounds emit from the raven head. Pam movements speed up and then jackhammers the pulsating cock in a frenzy manner. She starts humming and an excited tongue increases tickling the thick shaft.

“Ohhhhhhhhh, you hot damn slut!” Dale groans with the sensations being produce by that busy mouth, “You wanna taste my cum! Well, you’re gonna!”

“That’s right, Tiger,” Pat states lustfully placing kisses on his chest. “She wants ya to cum!” As the hot girl works upward, she orders huskily, “Fill my sister’s mouth with your tasty sperm!”

They lock into a deep kiss. That is all is needed! One hot Nubian twin frenching him and the other loving his dick!

Dale releases hot cum into Pam’s sucking mouth. She first gurgles and then gulps all of the rushing love juices. His ass buckles off the floor while plummeting the twitching rod into a willing orifice.

“Ooohhh, Sweet Mary,” Dale groans breaking the kiss, “You damn bitch, do’ya have any idea how wonderful your mouth is!”

His entire body shakes as Pam spontaneously inhales Ankara escort every drop. The woman didn’t stop at the initial explosion. The sucking continues until the prick deflates.

“Damn, woman!” Dale pants, “I thinks ya is gonna suck me blind.”

“Nawh,” Pat giggles, “Only ’til you need glasses.”

She lays her head on a muscular heaving chest. Pam moves up and lay on Dale’s stomach. A set of massive tits surrounds the exhausted cock.

“You ladies are fantastic,” Dale, states, still panting, “You both have mouths most men dream about.”

“You went after his cum as if you are starve, Sis,” Pat says to Pam.

“No,” Pam snickers, “I just wanted to taste the cum drivin’ my sister nuts.”

Pat then kiss him stating, “My sister has one tasty cunt”

“I assume you speak from experience on that count,” Dale quips between kisses.

“Of course I do,” Pat admits kissing a corded neck, “Sister cunt is the best cunt to eat.” she returns to his face commenting, “Then I don’t need to tell ya that.”

Dale pulls Pam up. Pat moves back. She gives him the same lustful smile he had gotten from Pat earlier. The only difference between the two is that Pam had no dimple when grinning.

They kiss deeply. Dale’s hands treks the hot black body. Pam’s ass is rounded and firm. It is very soft to the touch. Tender fingers explore the carcass between the fine cheeks.

“My sister loves to be butt fucked,” Pat informs, “She loves to be ass banged more than cunt fucked.”

“Is that true, Baby?” he asks eagerly between deep kisses, “Do’ya have a whore’s asshole?

“Yes,” Pam hotly states, “I love feeling a long piece o’ meat up my bung hole.”

“Fuck her ass like you would her cunt, Tiger,” Pat orders in a voice laced with lust, “I wanna watch you cum up my sister’s ass.”

Dale’s middle finger inspects a hot anus. It is surprisingly wet. Pam wiggles to give easier access to the quivering asshole. The long finger enters the tight orifice.

“Oh,” Pam squeals, “That’s nice.”

Dale pumps the probing finger deep as they kiss more. Her hot Nubian body seems to melt into his. Their tongues dances and twists. A thick cock becomes stiff again.

“Mount the bitch,” Pat shouts lustfully, “Mount an’ fuck my sister raw!”

Dale pushes Pam back and onto the floor. She remains faced down. He hurriedly moves over onto the marvelous dark back. Masculine legs goes between hers forcing them wide.

An erect rod is at the entrance of the anus. It eases in. Dale realizes this is an experience ass. The trained muscles of the sphincter tighten as the penetration proceeds.

“Where’s his cock?” Pat asks hotly. She had two fingers in a wet pussy.

“In my ass,” Pam mumbles.

Dale the does a powerful thrust. A stiff cock is up to the hilt in a hot colon. An aggressive cock humps deeply.

“Oh man, baby,” Pam moans into the carpet, “That’s feelin’ righteous.”

Dale rammed faster. He lurches forward. His belly slams off a firm set of buttocks. A very stiff rod goes deep into a delicate asshole.

“Okay, my sweet sister,” Pam huskily states, “You wanna see me get ass banged?” she groans loudly, “Now watch me works this piece o’ meat!”

Experience ass muscles instinctively contract and suck on the invading prick. A hot twin hunches on a set of athletic legs. A rounded ass arches to allow full incursion.

Dale responds by grinding his crotch against the offering ass. A rigid demanding cock stuffs the hot back door. The rhythmical humpings increases in cadence.

Pat’s mouth emits a silent scream to the pleasure-pain of the carnal invasion. Soon low incoherent moans and groans follow. Sounds of delight heighten in volume while the rod pumps the ready ass.

“God! Oh God!” she prattles, “Oh don’t stop fuckin’ my ass! Don’t stop bangin’ this whore’s butt!”

Lustful excitement captures the ebony body. Pat’s head bounces in unison to the poundings. A long raven mane waves like a cheerleader’s pom-pom. He could see her eyes are closed and a beautiful face experiencing sexual fulfillment.

“That’s it, Tiger!” the whimpering Pat applauds, “You’ve got my sister cumin’ already.”

The voyaging sister is working a vibrator up a wet pussy. It hums and drones inside the quivering love hole. The panting girl is sits against the counter. With legs wide, she twists and turns the sex toy to get as much enjoyment as possible.

“Yes he is!” the sensation driven Pam agrees, “This stud has’a good cock!” She continues to head bob, increasing the gyrations, as a climax filled a trembling body.

“Bang my sister red!” Pat yells lustfully as the dildo’s hum increases. “Ass fuck that whore as you wish!”

“He is, Honey,” Pam moans back, “He is.”

Dale’s cock is lock deep into the hot ass tunnel. Firm hips quiver with the thrill of the rising climax. Pat is a soft mass of trembling female flesh.

His cum is anxious to be released. The lust filled desire is to send a river of sperm into the fiery recesses of the Ankara escort bayan lust driven body. Soon all control is gone.

“Oh damn it!” Dale blindly bellows, “I’m gonna cum!”

“Go for it, baby!” Pam shouts back, “So am I!”

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiii!” Pat’s voice wails. “Ya both look so fuckin’ beautifulllllll!” the sex hazed sister squeals, “I’mmmmmm explodin’!”

“Ooooooooooh!” Pam demands wildly, “Fuck me raw! Break my ass! Fuck me bloody!”

The solid ass pumps back on Dale’s cock. His balls slaps loudly on the buttocks. He slams savagely into the willing orifice.

Dale feels the rush of cum leave. It speeds into the waiting ass. The muscles of the sphincter and colon tense around the trembling shaft. They are in a joint cum!

The powerful waves of orgasm freeze them in place. The ecstasy filled lovers are paralyzed in place. Dale stays mounted on the beautiful black ass.

Pam’s eyelids flutters open. A raven-haired head lifts. A misty faraway look in the big brown eyes tells everything. It is mute testimony to the satisfaction that had just given.

Braced on elbows Pam silently asks her sister for a kiss. Pat instantly scoots closer. The sisters’ mouths met. Tongues perform an erotic snake dance with each other. The two pink tongues go from one mouth to the other.

The women are an exotic sight. The two gorgeous sisters are passionately making out. The twin’s mirror image enhances the erotic vision. Dale finds it to be unreal and hot! It is as if being in a drug haze watching a psychedelic scene.

Suddenly Pam contracts a tight sphincter around the rigid prick. It sends sharp spikes of pleasure thorough the length of the shaft. Dale automatically bucks forward sending the throbbing cock deeper into rounded ass.

“I’m not done with ya yet, baby,” Pam states huskily.

“I told ya,” Pat adds hotly, “my sister loved bein’ buttfuck!”

Dale’s rigid dick is ready for action. It is withdrawn slightly and then slams back into the tight cavity. The firm ass swallows the impaling lance lustfully. An involuntary groan is sounded.

Dale continues with the deep bangings. The sweat covered young husband reams expertly. The muscle tension of the ass tells another orgasm is approaching.

“Fuck me, Baby!” She huskily announces, “I’m gonna cum again!”

“Give it to her, Tiger,” Pat hisses, “Fuck my sister ’til her teeth rattle!”

Dale maintains the assault on Pam’s ass. A set of tight balls slaps solitarily against the firm cheeks. Whacking sounds reverberating in the room.

Pat moves from her sister’s side to her head. She looks at Dale with an evil grin. She opens a set of shapely thighs.

“Now it’s time for ya to see this bitch’s real talent,” the scheming sister states positioning so a soaked pussy is inches from the sibling’s mouth.

Without a word a pair of hands inches under Pat’s ass. A raven head lowers between the excited legs. The tip of a nervous tongue traces the outline of the taboo cunt lips. It hungrily licks the center of the quivering slit.

“Hmmmmmm,” Pam hisses softly, “your pussy always taste so fine.”

A probing index finger spreads the wet lips apart. Slowly and methodically the pink tongue explores the sibling’s folds of juicy flesh. The sibling’s sexy body automatically vibrates to the painstaking technique.

“Oh, jezzus, you slut,” the shuddering Pat gasps with closed eyes, “You make me feel better each time you make love to my cunt.” The shaky girl whispers excitedly, “Lick every part of my pussy. I’m open to all your lovin’.” She groans lustfully, “Make me cum now. I’m so fuckin’ hot.”

“You can cum soon, Baby,” Pam says, flicking a hot tongue over the swollen clit, “An’ your gonna climax big.” she huskily predicts, “But I’m gonna cum with ya.”

She halts the ass movements to the cock plummeting. It causes Dale to stop. It is slightly frustrating since he is ready to climax.

“It’s time for that white cock to meet my black pussy,” Pam hotly states leaning forward causing a loud ‘pop’ to sound. “Up my cunt with it, Mister,” she orders shifting back up on knees, “Place that beautiful lance up my hot sheath.”

The stiff rod aims at the offering wet pussy. A hard shove is done. A wonderful radiates over every inch of the stiff cockshaft.

To Dale the two women are identical in every way. Pam’s cunt is as tight and warm as her twin’s. The wet twat clamps tightly around the hot shaft.

“That’s it, baby!” she hisses, “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

“Damn!” Dale says gutturally, “Good pussy runs in your family!”

“I’m all cunt!” The Nubian beauty lustfully commands, “Fuck me hard! I love feelin’ a hard rod drill deep into me! Make me cum, darlin’!”

Pam returns to loving Pat’s sopping honey pit. A hot tongue brushes over the sister’s pulsing love button. Two fingers slides into the wet cunt opening.

A close-eyed Pat leans back. A set of large breasts is tenderly cupped. Thumbs plays with a pair of hard nipples.

“Oh, Baby,” Escort Ankara Pat moans into the room, “It all feels so fuckin’ good.” she huskily states, “I’m gonna cum hard!”

“Let it out, Sissy,” Pam coos, “Enjoy my lovin’ of your pussy. Make my face wet with your love juices!”

Warm breathe blows softly over Pat’s inner lips. The hot sibling shudders with the sensation. Hips arch to give complete access to the wet and dripping cunt.

“Yes, baby,” Pam continues to tease with a darting tongue, “cum with me! Let it all go!”

The incest vision has Dale even more turned on. He increases the banging of the hot cunt. The tight pussy clasp onto a hammering rod greedily. The firm love cannel trembles.

“Oh, Sweet Jesus,” she moans, “That’s a cock that fucks its sister! It’s just too good not to be an incest tool!” She orders, spreading wider, “Fill me up with that delicious cum!”

With rising passion, Dale pounds harder against the willing cunt. Again, a hard and thick cock goes up to the hilt with each stroke. He retracts to the edge and drive back almost roughly with each repetition. The vacillating pussy walls squeeze on the invading shaft tightly. The tension never lets up.

“Oh fuck!” Pam cries, “You’re so Goddamn good!”

Dale could feel the pressure building in this woman’s body. Waves of pleasure are rising. It would be a race to see who climaxes first.

A sex hazed Pam continues to make love to her sister’s pussy. An excited tongue licks repeatedly the wet inner lips. Two fingers spread open the willing box for more sucking. A pink and hot tongue washes all of the succulent flesh it touches.

Ecstasy controlled Pat is frozen with sensation. Unable to speak full words incoherent utters leave a set of dark lips. The hot sibling remains in position enjoying the oral fucking.

Pam’s tongue skates aggressively over the sibling’s fiery clit. Pat is helpless as thrill waves paralyzes her in place. A gorgeous black body quakes with lust.

Dale shifts closer to Pam. The sight of these twins fucking has him trembling with desire. A massive rise in lustfilled passions is ruling his movements. In the current sexual haze mental state the young husband could have humped an elephant.

A very hard white cock pounds the wet black cunt with unabated lust. Quivering pussy muscles don’t slack up. The pleasure-making hole is flowing with juices.

Dale’s rhythm becomes jerky. Climaxic waves increased in strength. A strong orgasm will be arriving soon.

“You’re pussy taste absolutely wonderful, Sis,” the panting Pam murmurs, “I want ya to cum real hard for me.”

“An’ I want ya to cum hard for me, woman,” a huffing Dale states.

“That’s gonna happen, baby,” Pam promises hotly, “That’s gonna happen real soon.”

“Iiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!” Pat wails jerking and bucking uncontrollably. “This feels so fantastic! I feel as if I’m gonna pass out!”

Pam attacks the trembling pussy with abandon passion. The loving sibling sucks at all of the emitting juices. Strong hands clinch twisting hips to maintain a hungry mouth over the love opening.

“Eat me more, sissy!” Pat screams lustfully, “Suck me dry!”

Dale could feel hot sperm ready to launch. A river of cum is going to unload into the tight black pussy. Athletic hips pump faster and harder.

“Mummmmmmh!” Pam muffled voice sounds.

It is a signal she is ready to climax. Trembling cunt muscles fastens tighter around the plunging shaft. Curvy legs press against his. The dark beauty wants all of the sperm in a hungry hot love canal.

“Yes!” A climaxing Dale shouts, “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna fill your pussy with juice!”

“Go for it, Tiger!” Pat pants as her sister promotes a strong orgasms, “Fill the bitch’s cunt with your sperm!”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Pam groans, “I’mmmm climaxin’ all over!”

Pam’s ass and thighs twists and contorts with Dale’s plungings. A quaking cunt spills out a lake of love nectar. Slurping sounds grow as passions increase.

Pam never removes the hot tongue from the sibling’s cunt. It continues to lick and suck on sweet flesh the taboo crotch. The sensations of eating out a pussy and being filled with a hard is promoting a hard climax.

“Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Dale roars feeling hot sperm rushing down a pulsating cockshaft.

The sensation is intense. In fact it is one of the most powerful climax experienced in years. The pleasure intensity is so powerful it actually hurts!

“Yes!” he screams almost insanely, “I’m cummin’! I’m cumin’ hard!”

“Oooooooooooooomiiiiiiigod!” Pam shrieks feeling a powerful orgasm arrive, “Oh sweet wonderfullllllllllll!”

The love juices splash together. Vaginal muscles tighten on the ramming rod. He pushes deep as possible. Pam presses back just as passionately.

“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” Pat howls wildly “I’m cummin’ again!” she falls back with legs raising and spreading, “You fuckin’ bitch!” she shouts in a sexual haze, “You’re gonna make me pass out!”

The words stimulate Pam to suck harder and lick faster on forbidden over sensitive twat. An excited tongue molests the wet and dripping pussy without mercy. Pat bucks and humps until a trembling body tenses. Then the sweat-laden sibling goes limp.

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A story my sister shared with me … Mostly true! … She does tend to embellish, but I have no doubt that this is basically the real story.

He stood there, the water running over his body and down through the wooden slates of the outdoor shower.

The body was young and black and athletic and sculpted. His cock hanging semi-hard out in front, him running his soapy hand along the length of it and then underneath to cup his balls. His eyes closed, faced turned up into the sun: toward me.

I had gotten a heads-up call two days earlier.

“Clair,” my friend and the owner of the beach house next door said, told me, “A couple of the guys from Todd’s swim team will be at the house this week. We’ll be there next weekend. See you then.” Todd, whom we seldom saw, was off to college, up in North Carolina – that school in Durham.

She was an attorney in Charleston, not one to chat when there were clients, when there was money to be made. She was like a new ‘big sister’.

Eli and I were summer time, weekend, residents; the new kids on the block, so to speak. He was back in The Up State, had patients scheduled all week. The two girls were at summer camp. I had a stack of books to read: the proverbial “beach books.” South of Broad and so-forth.

Houses on our stretch of beach had only a dozen feet between them, they were all three floors high. Our widow’s watch deck looked conveniently down onto the walled-in shower of the house next door, Ellie’s house. Mostly, in the summer, beach goers washed off the sand at these outdoor showers – without removing bathing suits: mostly.

Ellie, when she wasn’t in Charleston making money and when she knew I was the only one home on our side of the fence, was certainly prone to strip down. A damn fine body for a lady pushing fifty! Sometimes late of an evening her college age kids and their friends Ankara escort might share a mid-night shower, un-mindful of my night vision binoculars! They seemed to have other things on their minds. It was not unusual for me to see naked people in Ellie’s shower.

His, my new ‘neighbor’, shower didn’t last long enough. He shut off the water, ran the towel over his body with some degree of insouciance, walked into the house. His dangling cock swinging to and fro, bouncing off his muscled thighs. Left me with a wet and throbbing pussy.

Reading was no help. Pat Conroy hit the floor, even Melanie George didn’t do it for me. Fabio, my usually reliable silver bullet, was scant help; left me wet and trembling, but not satisfied. I timed myself, could not stay away from the overlooking window for more than three minutes, checking to see if he, my new next door neighbor, had made another appearance.

Mid-afternoon: he materialized. The cold surface of an ice-filled glass of Ginger Ale ran along the insides of my naked thighs without my knowing that I was even doing it. I had not checked for maybe two minutes, went to the window and there he was: on the chaise, a stack of text books close at hand. The heat of the afternoon sun struck him directly between spread legs, warmed his crotch.

“Warmed mine too!” I said to myself. I think his intentions were better than his resolve. The books were cast aside. Strong hands with long fingers grasped and squeezed a turgid cock through the smooth fabric of his shorts.

“I can relate,” I whispered to him. “I’m horny too!”

Binoculars in hand I headed out onto the widow’s watch deck, looked directly down onto this fine specimen of a young male body. Sweat beads stood out like diamonds. The leisurely squeezing and relaxing of long fingers filled the field-of-view: the juncture of legs and torso. Strong black legs. Ankara escort bayan The eyes were closed, when I checked. (Close as I was, the image I saw did not reach both face and cock/hands at the same time.) The lips were slightly pursed, showing the tip of tongue and incredibly white teeth. Wet had focused itself between my legs. The hand and long fingers that were the focus of my attention moved with more intensity.

“Oh, god! … don’t waste it!” I wanted to shout out. “I’ll be right there.”

But I didn’t. Didn’t go right there, didn’t shout out. He wouldn’t have heard me anyway. Sounds of the Buena Vista Social Club filled his space through the ear-phones. Without, it seemed, his hand making any overt move, the head of his cock appeared. The quintessential diamond at the very tip. A finger appeared, lifted the drop of nectar, moved to his mouth (my fixed stare through the glasses following the movement) to the tongue licking the finger. Sucking the finger into his mouth.

Then: he was looking directly at me! His brown eyes coming through the lens directly into mine.

“Meet me in the shower,” the words formed on his lips. I couldn’t hear them. I didn’t need to. I knew what they said. “Meet me in the shower.” His eyes looked directly at me.

There is no recollection, in the recesses of my mind, of me getting down three flights of stairs and across the space between the houses. It is just that suddenly I was there. He was in the shower, the water already running. Running down the hardness of his shoulders and torso, his mid-rift. Running over the cream colored silk running shorts, dripping off the head of his cock protruding from the leg on the left side.

He clutched the tail of my white cotton shirt just at front of my cunt, lifted it … the buttoned tail of my shirt … exposed the red hair that covered the slightly protruding Escort Ankara mound.

“I never fucked a white woman,” he said, in his perfect Jamacian accent. “Todd told me you were a fox … said you would be watching. We won’t tell him I fucked you, fucked a white woman.”

He did. He fucked me. With his black cock he fucked me. He sucked me, sucked my pussy. Stuck his tongue deep inside me and sucked on my pussy. He put fingers in my ass while he fucked me, rubbed the hardness of his cock in my cunt through the membrane that separated the two. He filled my mouth with cum, me unable to take all of his length.

“I never fucked an older woman,” he said. “I always wanted to fuck an older woman.” He fucked me in ways I hadn’t been fucked in over twenty years. Fucked me over and over, several times a day.

We swam naked at mid-night. He licked my wet, dripping cunt on the beach. We danced to slow and old and dirty blues music that he had: us both with just a shirt on. His cock exposed between his legs, my pussy hair showing. He poured expensive red wine onto my belly, licked it out of my navel. We grilled breakfast outdoors, him wearing only a running singlet, my tits jiggling in the morning sunlight. Me not feeling especially old at forty-six!

I rode him like a cowgirl at her first rodeo. I sat on his face, watched him work his tongue the length of my pussy; starting at the hole of my ass, finishing the stroke at my clit … sucking it in between his lips. Nip it with his teeth. I stroked his beautiful cock with my hands (it being too much to hold with just one!) all the while feeling his mouth on me, tasting the taste of me. I watched the first drop of cum appear at the tip, licked it with my tongue. I stuck my tongue deep inside his mouth. My upper lip was sore, him sucking on it in the midst of kisses.

Suddenly it was Friday. Ellie would be showing up for the weekend. Eli driving like a mad man to my doorstep: wanting to be fucked as soon as he finished his first glass of single malt Scotch whisky.

Me wanting the young black boy to fuck me, fuck my pussy.

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All characters in this fictional work are represented as being of the majority age of eighteen years (18), or older and are treated as consenting adults. All characters are fictional and any resemblance to real persons, either living or deceased, is coincidental on the part of the author.

*****

Okay, so college came as a complete culture shock to me. Quiet, hometown girl, suddenly plunged into a world of keg-parties and ‘Rush Week’ bullshit with the local ‘Greeks’. I had the unequaled joy of being flashed and mooned by the annual ‘Naked Mile Run’ during the first quarter as I was returning to my dorm room from the library. I had promised my parents to stay out of the sorority system during my first year and was therefore still living in the co-ed housing on the northern edge of the campus. There were not as many parties but the ones that did get past our Residency Adviser were epic and – especially if you had to study – were guaranteed to fuck your studying schedule six ways to Sunday.

Aside from the hijinks and campus lifestyle adjustments, my personal life had sort of taken a shit too. My boyfriend came clean two weeks into my year by confessing that he and my (former) best friend had been fucking one another for the better part of the last year. While his confession explained a lot of their weird behaviors around me it made me feel like an idiot for not realizing it sooner. It also left me without my physical release outlet for school induced stress. For someone that had been getting laid on a regular basis since her sophomore year in high school, this enforced celibacy was driving me ape-shit!

When you grew up in small-town, middle class, America you had two choices. Get high or get laid. I had opted for the safer of the two choices and sex had very quickly become my drug of choice. My brunette hair hangs straight and is just past shoulder length. It matches my hazel eyes and accents my naturally pale skin. My legs are long and my narrow hips and well-rounded ass have been admired by guys, and commented on, for years. If not those curves then there were always my 34B breasts. Not the best or the biggest, but enough to fill out my favorite tight t-shirts. The longer the drought went on the worse my body ached and I found myself looking in directions where I normally would not have dared!

“Hey Celeste” chirped my roomy, Giselle as she came in from the Quad. “Big party tonight at the Alpha’s, you want to go?”

“No. All they want to do is smoke weed and fuck cheerleaders” I said. Though I was pretty sure that if I gift wrapped myself and put it out there someone would hit it before the night was over.

“I think I am just going to stay in and watch movies.”

Giselle Ankara escort looked dejected but informed me that she and a guy from down the hallway, Teddy, were at least going to go and check it out for a couple of hours. I tried to act nonchalant but could not help looking at her rounded hips and swaying ass as she got ready to make the walk over to Greek Row. I was looking through my limited selection of movies when a knock sounded on our door. I opened it to see a skinny kid wearing a college sweater standing there. Not too bad on the eyes but just looking at him I figured he wasn’t much in the sack. For a guy picking up a girl for a party he wasn’t even filling out his khakis enough to raise my blood pressure.

Giselle reappeared – sans pants – and shamelessly paraded herself in front of poor ‘Teddy’ in her lacey panties while she pretended to think about what pants she wanted to wear to the party. Judging from the number of nights I had come home late only to find ‘the Sock’ on the knob of our door, Giselle was a pro and knew just what she wanted out of the evening. Going to the party was a ruse to get this poor bastard relaxed before she pounced on his sorry ass! I just hoped for Teddy’s sake that she wasn’t a ‘burner’. Giselle finally poured herself into a pair of skin-tight jeans and I waved the two of them off while discreetly dropping a couple of rubbers into her purse on their way out the door. Once they were gone it was time for me to see to some release before I fucking exploded!

Turning up my music a little louder than was kosher for a dormitory, I started stripping off. Knowing that I was a bit of a moaner I did not need to be disturbing our neighbors or having the RA on my ass for be too damn noisy after eleven o’clock. My shirt was off in a trice and my own jeans joined that shortly thereafter. It had been so damn long since I had last masturbated I was worried about being out of practice. I had a small bottle of personal lube just in case and I did like to think that I had a pretty good imagination! The last thing that hit the floor were my white cotton panties and then I was leaning back on my bed while looking at myself in Giselle’s full-length mirror. My legs were thrown open and while my fingers found my already weeping slit I took a personal note to have a trim the next time that I was alone in the shower – things had grown into a jungle down there – and nobody was going to see me without my undies on again until some badly needed grooming got done!

The tips of my fingers on my right hand traced lightly over my swollen lips, parting them, until they raked over my clit and I groaned under my breath as the first waves of pleasure hit me…

“Oh Christ” I moaned Ankara escort bayan as my womb contracted and I felt everything south of my navel and north of my upper thighs tense up as those curious little digits were suddenly moistened by my own natural lube!

My left hand was busy rubbing over my flat stomach and bouncing breasts, pinching my nipples, and pulling on those. My eyes drifted close and in short order my mind had gone to a place where it was someone else’s hand between my legs and on my tits! I felt the first diffuse waves of tension building low inside of me – signaling the beginning of an orgasm – when the room door banged open and Giselle stood framed in it. Her make-up was a mess and it was obvious that she had run back from Greek Row – alone. Is it wrong then that my first reaction was along the lines of; ‘OH SHIT! I fucking forgot to lock the damn door!’

Giselle’s eyes slipped down to what I was still doing and amazingly a small smile slipped across her lips as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She turned the lock in the knob and then fell into the desk chair that the two of us shared.

“Been a while, has it?” She started in, still looking at my busy fingers.

“I have a hell of a time getting off with an audience – unless they are helping – so either leave or… oh… never mind, just leave please! Give me… uh… another five minutes!”

Though in all honesty those first stirrings of orgasm had begun to vanish the moment that the door had flown open. Giselle might have sensed the difficulties that I was experiencing and instead of leaving walked over to her dresser and pulled open the bottom drawer.

“At least I am not the only one suffering from a lack of action” she said and started stripping off her own clothes.

My fingers came to a complete halt at this reaction and I watched, dumbfounded, as she continued to get naked until she was standing in front of me – in not but her skin – with a big smile on her face and holding a gel dildo in one hand and its leather harness in her other.

“Mind if I give you a hand?” She asked.

Not knowing what to think of the entire situation I just nodded dumbly and looked on as Giselle stepped into her toy, fixed everything in place, and then crawled up onto my bed with me.

Giselle used my small bottle of lube in order to work her ‘toy’ into a suitable condition to be used. I might have told her that I was wet enough but since I still couldn’t find my voice, I just surrendered it to her and decided that there was no such thing as too much lube where these things were concerned. She was between my still parted legs in a second and I felt the head pressing against me in another Escort Ankara moment. My body – much to my own amazement – relaxed and allowed her to press that thing into me and as my vaginal canal opened to admit it and my muscles found a grip on it to pull it still deeper inside of me. I moaned at the long missed sensation of being so filled up! Tears sprang to my eyes but my hips ground against this sudden and welcome intrusion, and I hooked Giselle’s ass with my heels before pulling her flush against me…

“Just there” I groaned! As I made small, shameless, circles with my pussy, grinding it against the toy and the leather which was holding it in place on my friend and inside of me.

“Oh yes” moaned Giselle! She made small thrusts with her toy and managed to press a thumb against the rock-hard nub that was my clit as we ground our pelvis together.

My first orgasm came roaring back from the brink of extinction as Giselle raised herself up on her arms and made a deeper thrust by re positioning for more direct contact on both my clit and my g-spot. The pressure of her thumb against my clit was what put me over the edge and I felt heat pouring out of me as my juices splashed against the leather harness and soaked Giselle’s own hips and pussy!

“OH SHIT” I gasped and then was lost in the sensation of my climax, only vaguely aware of my twitching hips and grasping cunt as my roommate and her toy teased a long overdue release from my hungry snatch and willing young body!

The head of that fake cock was pressed fully against the neck of my womb and the only thing I wished that it could do was cum so that I could feel a man’s release inside of me for the first time in what had, obviously, been too damn long. It might have been an hour or it might have only been ten minutes before I same down and was able to function again. Giselle had already stepped into our small bathroom and her toy lay on the floor between our beds – looking somewhat forlorn and forgotten. My pussy ached from being used so vigorously after such a long time without my regular supply of sex, but it was a ‘hurts so good’ feeling and one that I was perfectly willing to live with and welcome again if my social situation did not drastically improve sometime in the near future.

I reached down, picking it up, and admired its six inches of length and girth of three inches. It was still slick from the lube – both the bottled shit as well as my own – and smelled of my sex and orgasm. A pleasant, slightly musky, smell that spoke of pleasure, arousal, and fulfillment! Hearing the shower being turned off I dared to slip it on and adjusted the straps for a perfect fit. After all, if it had been good enough for me, then Giselle was probably in desperate need of some release of her own. As the bathroom door opened I stood at the foot of her bed and greeted her with a warm smile and a gesture for her to lose the towel and join me back in bed…

The End

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In the ancient Egypt, one can find almost anything one desires. Spices, treasures and even the most delicious looking people to grace ones home. On this day, a handsome prince would find a slave so appealing; one could not help wanting him.

The day began as any would. With the sun rising and the light shining off the glistening sand of the desert. A caravan moved along the horizon, a single cage behind them. Hours before, the person within was roaring his rage and displeasure. Now he lay exhausted from the blazing sun and lack of water.

“Give him some water before he dies on us.” One of the slave traders ordered from on top of his camel. “We can’t afford for one such as him to die before we get a profit for all our troubles.” They had already lost three men just trying to restrain the man. Even as tired as the man was, none of his captors dared to try and give him anything, for fear they’d fall like their comrades.

“He has survived this long, has he not?” Another said, glaring at the man in the cage. “I say we give him nothing. He is not normal and deserves no mercy from us.” A snarl sounded, making all who remained turn to the man in the cage. Every limb and major body part was restrained in some kind of chain or bond. Under the man’s sand matted hair, golden eyes glared at everyone and no one. Who knew who the man was really mad at? Them for buying him or the one who sold him to begin with.

Their leader, the brazen man he was, stopped the caravan and leapt off his Camel. He strode over to the cage and kicked it, not even rattling the man, though his glare turned to his current owner. This man was already mad about their previous encounter. The chained man tried to tear him to shreds before someone put him down with a blow to the head.

“I know you hate us. I hate you as well.” He sneered. “But be glad for one thing. That our association with one another will end soon. For I plan to sell you to the worst master I can find and drain every piece of gold I can from your mongrel self. So be good and accept the fact that you are no longer a free man. Or die. Either way, I will be rid of you soon.”

All that came out in response was a savage growl. After hours without water or refuge from the elements, the man’s body was drained of fluids. The fact he could even growl made the leader smile. What fun it will be to see him sold off and out of my hair. He thought, turning away. Maybe I should give him to a Master so harsh and cruel, the fire in those eyes will dwindle into nothing but ash.

The caravan continued, deciding to withhold the water until the man stopped glaring at them and begged them for water.

He never did.

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Prince Manu wandered through the palace with his head held high even though he felt anything but confident. He did not want to be here but it was too important to leave to a servant. Eyes drifted over him like slimy hands. He knew what they saw. The features of a foreigner. His hair was only slightly lighter than everyone else’s stark black hair. His hair was straight where other had curly and his eyes…. He tried his best to keep them staring ahead despite everyone being was so unnerved by them. Eyes so pale, one would think he was dead.

“M-my prince?” Someone called from behind him. Manu turned to the voice to see a servant in next to nothing kneeling behind him. The next to nothing wouldn’t be too strange, seeing as they lived in such a humid place, but this man wore less than a slave would. And he was not a slave.

“I am busy. Why do you bother me? ” He demanded in a strong voice, even though all he wanted to do was run from the fearful stares he received from the servants. He hated to be so harsh but as the next in line to be Pharaoh, it was necessary. “Do you wish to incur my anger? Speak!”

The servant cowered even lower, truly scared by Manu’s act. He was getting good at this. Whether that was a good or bad thing, he decided not to ponder.

“My deepest and most heartfelt apologies, Prince Manu!” He told the floor. “I have no desire to disrupt you but I was concerned that you may be lost.” Everyone gasped. No one who wanted to live would accuse the prince of anything, even something as minute as being lost. To do such a thing would usually be responded with a thousand lashes or worse. But Manu surprised everyone by just crossing his arms across his chest and staring at the groveling man with nothing more than curiosity.

“Explain.” He said, watching the man flinch with pity in his eyes. Slowly, the man raised his eyes in surprise.

“Pardon?” He stuttered, surprised that he was not being dragged out by his arms to the courtyard to be whipped. Rumors stated that Manu was harsh. Was it wrong?

“I am asking you what makes you think I am lost.” He stated. “If you’re answer is not satisfactory, you will be punished for your disrespectful words!” The man cowered once again.

“Yes, my Prince!” He answered, shivering despite the heat. “I only Ankara escort ask because you are in Prince Badru’s private wing and I thought that you might not be aware that his majesty had moved his entertainment room elsewhere.” Silence flowed that rushed rant. The servant was too scared to look up.

“So,” Manu finally spoke after a long silence. “what you’re saying is that I was going in the wrong direction? That my brother decided to move once again?” The servant nodded and heard the prince sigh. “I see.”

Manu shook his head, disgusted with his brother. With what went on in those ‘entertainment’ rooms, migrating so much was unhygienic. What was he going to use the former room for anyway? A dining room?

“Fine!” He said, shocking the servant who was now staring at the prince in confusion. The man before him was different than what he expected. “Take me to my brother. Now!” He ordered, genuinely annoyed.

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He should have expected this. Really, Manu should not have been as bothered as he was right now. But he did feel bothered. Sexually so.

He had been lead to his brother, Badru’s, new entertainment room. It, if he remembered correctly, used to be a place to worship the gods. But of course, Badru was not the type to hold back his debauchery just because the room used to be holy. Manu was planning to burst in, proclaiming his displeasure. He really was. But what awaited him inside stopped him cold.

Inside the room, wall to wall, was an orgy. That was the only word to describe all the writhing and moaning bodies doing all they could to reach that peak of satisfaction. Men and women clutched at each other, regardless of who they grabbed. Women moaned and cried out their pleasures as tongues and cocks brought them to the highest peak of ecstasy. Men called out as they penetrated and were penetrated themselves. Their openness bothered Manu to the point he actually ended up acting like himself and staring at the ground as he walked through the crowd of writhing bodies. There were two groups, on each side of the room, creating a single path to the front. There, Manu’s younger brother sat on a throne of his own creation. It was much like their fathers but was engraved with sexual acts and symbols. Manu never really liked it but Badru loved how everyone reacted to it.

The journey to Badru felt a lot longer than it actually was mainly because people kept looking up at him with lust filled eyes and reaching out for him. A few even grabbed his ankle to coerce him into joining their passionate mating.

The promises they made, brought color to his tanned skin. He shut his eyes and shook his head hard, walking faster. It wasn’t that he wasn’t tempted. He was. It was just that… Well, unlike his little brother, Manu was a virgin. It wasn’t something anyone but Badru knew but it still embarrassed him to no end. Because of his inexperience, Badru took great pleasure tormenting him.

“Brother! How nice to see you again.” Badru cried, drawing Manu’s eyes to him. Which immediately drifted down to the floor again. At Badru’s feet were three people, two men and a woman, showing their appreciation for his genitals. The two men kept switching between sucking Badru’s cock and balls. The woman caressed his thighs. His brothers’ expression showed how much he was enjoying himself and he even placed his hands on the men’s head, encouraging them to continue whatever they did.

“Badru…” Manu started, but stopped watching the act. Badru looked to be in ecstasy. His usually sarcastic face was relaxed with pleasure. Every couple of seconds, his face would tighten up in response to a lick or stroke. His breath rushed and his face, as tanned as any other Egyptian, flushed as he seemed both in a rush and taking his time to that sweetest release.

“You want in, dear brother?” Badru asked, through panting breaths. His head had lolled back and rolled until dark eyes landed on Manu. Flinching, Manu scowled in real annoyance.

“I need to talk to you, brother.” He retorted, looking very much like a prince. “F-finish up so we can have some privacy.” He tried to look away but found there were few places he could look without finding someone having sex.

Badru laughed, which quickly changed into a hiss. Someone, one of the men, had used their teeth on the young prince and he loved it. He pushed his adorers away, though they tried to get back to the object of their affection.

“You want more, do you?” He asked his voice so sensual, all his adorers groaned as they grew hornier. They all nodded fiercely. Badru smiled wickedly. “Well, I am about to cum. Which of you will get to taste the Prince’s seed?” He ran his finger over his cock and took some precum onto the tip of his finger and brought it to his lips. He slowly licked it off and sucked on his finger. All three people watched, entranced. They loved their prince because he knew how to rattle them up to the edge and make them beg. Badru looked up at his brother to Ankara escort bayan see his impatient expression.

“Oh! How sad. Brother is very impatient for my presence, which means no one is going to make me cum today.” His adorers whined, wanting nothing more than to drink that most delicious cum and watch their beloved prince climax.

“Please, Master!” One man said, looking up with beseeching eyes. “Please allow us unworthy slaves to taste your delicious spill.” The other two repeated his pleas as Badru looked down at them in triumph. He loved watching others begging for his seed.

“You want it?” He asked. They all nodded. “Then open up, you sluts.” He stood up and took his cock in hand and started stroking it fast. As much as he wanted to ride the wave of pleasure slowly but he wanted to talk to Manu too.

All three held their mouths open, desperate for a taste. All of them begging to be the first to taste him. After a couple minutes of encouragements and high speed masturbation, Badru came loud and long, shuddering as each shiver raced through his body. The first rope of cum hit one man’s cheek while they next three hit a bull eyes into each slaves mouth. They gave their thanks and drank it up. The woman even went as far to lick it off the first mans cheek.

Satisfied, Badru righted his clothes and walked past the feasting slaves to his brother and directed him to a separate room. The room was obviously his brother’s new bedroom. Though it was slightly smaller than his new ‘entertainment’ room, it still had enough room for a bath in the far off corner and luxurious bed made for relaxation. Or, in Badru’s case, lots and lots of sordid sex.

Manu turned to his brother and glowered down at him. Badru’s was shorter than him by a head and looked nothing like him, really. Badru had jet black hair and Egyptian features that Manu envied. He was lean but fit since he was always doing…. strenuous activities. Manu’s hair was much lighter by comparison and his features were strange. Like he was a beast just under his skin. It was why people often thought him a harsh man, but Badru had helped with that as well.

“You know why I’m here, right?” He asked, sitting on the bed since his legs were tired from looking for Badru so long. He had no illusions that the bed was dirty. It was in their culture to be overly hygienic. And with Badru’s hobbies, he had to be really clean. The only thing the two had in common was their father and their refusal to shave their head. Both took pride in their natural hair. Badru, the childish man he was, smirked and played coy. “What? Do you mean my migration?” He asked, knowing full well what Manu was talking about. “Well, you know me. I can’t just stay in one place for too long. It’s so boring and-“

“Don’t insult me, brother.” Manu replied, sighing. “There are more rumors about me than before. And they’re worse than the ones from before. That was you, right?”

Badru had had his back to Manu as he spoke and turned to his older brother when he finished. He leapt onto the bed and rested on his hands and knees beside Manu, grinning like an excited child. “Oh? So, you heard them, then? That’s great.” He cried, sounding so proud. “I had to make some new stuff up the other day. Someone tried to say that you were weak. I could not let them think that.”

Manu rubbed his head, both grateful and disappointed. Yes, he was happy that people thought him strong. Otherwise, father would berate him like he had when he was a child. Badru knew how much Father scared him and tried to protect him. But it was hard to keep up with the rumors since they changed from person to person and some point; he had became some kind invincible god like being that was hung like a horse and spit lightening. Almost none of that was true but what could he say?

“As much as I appreciate your kindness, Badru, you have to stop lying for me.” Manu sighed. “I understand your intentions, but it becomes complicated when you make up new things without telling me. Now I have to add infant tossing to my list of sins.”

Badru sat back, looking a bit confused by that. “Truly? I never told anyone you did such things.” Manu sighed, upset that his brother didn’t understand his words. It’s because he never said that that this was an issue. Now strangers thought he ate the hearts of their enemies. It was hard to keep up.

“But, more importantly, brother mine, I have something we can both do to cheer you up.” He suddenly said, changing the subject. Manu loved Badru but he was too flighty when it came to important matters.

“It’s nothing sexual, right?” He asked, slightly nervous. Badru was obsessed with sex. To the point where Manu was sure he’d go without food just for a turn with someone. And, to make it worse, Badru was not picky. He went for both men and women. Manu constantly fought the urge to ask why it was that Badru loved the act so much. Was sex really so enjoyable? He had very little experience so he could not say.

He kept thinking about Escort Ankara the few times he had accepted the touch of another and shuddered in disgust. His skin paled to a horrid white and his eyes took on a faraway and horrified look. Badru, seeing his expression, wrapped his arms around his older brother and brought his head to his chest. He stroked the older man’s head, waiting for the shivers to stop.

“I know how you are, Manu.” He said, softly. “I would not do that to you. Please, just relax and breathe.” After a couple of harsh pants, Manu relaxed in Badru’s chest. He noted how warm he was and how much he loved being this close to someone and not having to hide his true self. He wrapped his arms around Badru’s torso and hid his face.

“You know,” He muttered, his face now red. “I’m pretty sure I was the older one here.” Manu was so glad no one saw this side of him. He’d die of embarrassment. Or his father would do the deed for him. Whatever came first. Badru laughed uproariously. He loved how sensitive and dependent Manu was with him. It was like keeping a pet that no one knew about.

“You are. Physically.” He retorted. “But I’m older in every other sense of the word.” He teased. Knowing how Manu felt about said dependence. He knew what memories haunted his elder brother’s mind. He felt the same, though his fears were often hidden. Though it seemed unfair to hide his problems, he knew he was the stronger of the two. He could take it.

“Brat.” Manu retorted, looking up at him. He was scowling for real now. Badru smirked back. “So what are we doing that will ‘cheer me up’?” He asked, almost afraid of what his brother would do. He had a raging mischievous streak.

“I heard there a new slave coming in that is to be delivered to father today.” He informed his enthusiasm back in full swing. Manu just let it go, knowing he could do nothing to stop him in this plan. He was already planning their defense for when father ultimately found out.

“Let me guess. We’re going to redirect them again?” Manu stood up and stretched a bit sore from having to bend down just to hug Badru. He was damn near twice the young man’s size. It was no good. “You know, you really should stop this, Badru. Father will one day punish you much more harshly than he has before.” He warned hoping it sunk in this time.

No such luck. Badru laughed, arrogantly. “No way! I have you to defend my honor.” He stated, confident. Manu decided not to enlighten him on how much his defense was wearing thin on their father’s patience. Seeing that Manu had stopped his halfhearted attempt to steer his brother away from his plan, Badru took that as a ‘yes, I’ll help you.’

Taking Manu by the arm, Badru dragged him out the room, through the orgy that was still taking place and out the palace.

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The two rode down the Nile to the market place in relative silence. Badru sat in the seat under the canopy while Manu stood in front him, pacing back and forth. His footsteps and the sound of waves hitting the boat were the only sounds. Badru watched his brother with a bored expression.

“You are going to make a moat in the middle of our boat, Manu?” He asked on a sigh. Looking at the shore, he saw passersby’s kneeling to them. They could tell who rode on the boat and showed the proper respect. “You really need to relax. No one will know it was us, anyway.”

Manu turned to Badru, clearly worried. “Are you kidding me!? That’s what you said last time and what happened then?”

Badru looked away. “Father scolded us.” He muttered under his breath.

“That’s right! And yet here I am, helping you once more.” Manu complained, stroking his head exhaustively. “Do you know how much trouble it is to make sure you don’t cause so much trouble, Badru? It’s almost like you like getting-.”

“Manu!” He cried, drawing his brother’s gaze. He was looked across the river, his expression transfixed on the shore. Manu turned his head to see what caught his brother’s eye so readily. On the shore, three slave traders walked with a slave behind them. Messy hair covered the man’s face. He was muscular and fit, towering over the others yet was complacent, like he had no strength. Strange. Manu thought, frowning.

He turned back to Badru, about to ask what he wanted with the them until he say his brothers expression. It was like he was possessed and had nothing on his mind but that Slave. And that was who he was staring at. The slave who had only then turned his head toward them. The second their gazes hit, Manu felt like an outsider. Like he was intruding on some special moment in time. Which shouldn’t have been the case since this was a slave he was talking about. More importantly, it was his little brother the slave thought to ogle. Impudent! He was about to order the rowers to go faster but Badru stopped him.

“Brother, I want him.” He said, his gaze never leaving the slaves.

“W-who?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“The slave over there.” He said, finally turning back to Manu, who flinched at the expression there. If he hadn’t known better, he would have sworn it was a love filled expression that graced his dear brother’s face. “Give the order, Manu. I want him. Now.”

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(At the request of a fan, a tender and passionate story. And yes, he requested that the woman be called Dawn.)

*

She could feel his eyes on her, and he hadn’t even been in the room five minutes. Who the hell was he, and why was he watching her? Dawn eased her bottom off the high stool she was sitting on, and walked slowly away from his position by the door. Some sixth sense told her this was the guy who had left the provocative comment on her story, and as she stole another glance at him, she wondered why an obviously younger man, handsome, well built, and clearly looking to have a good time, would ignore the younger women who were even now ogling him as he followed her around the room. She put down the glass of wine she was holding on the table by the door, and slid as inconspicuously as she could behind the drapes and out onto the wide patio. Running, and grateful for the flats she wore, she sped away from the door, intent on escaping the man whom she knew was stalking her.

Down the steps and around a corner, she found a bench tucked away in a secluded little nook, hidden almost completely from the rest of the garden by a tall flowering shrub. She sat down, slowing her breathing, making herself as small as she could when she heard footsteps approaching. The part of her that wasn’t terrified was amused that she, a woman just-turned fifty, was running away from a handsome young man, instead of running toward him with open arms. If it weren’t so serious, she would have laughed aloud at the sheer absurdity of it. The footsteps came closer, and she almost stopped breathing, certain she could be heard by the din of her heart beating.

“I know you’re out here,” a deep male voice said. Dawn tried to place the accent. He wasn’t American, nor was he English, so what was he? “I just wanted to compliment you on a job well done on that story. It went exactly as I envisioned it would. I wished I was the lucky man when it was done!’ She panicked as she recalled that he had signed his name on his comment, which she now could not remember to save her life. “Please come out of hiding, Dawn!” He obviously knew HER name! How humiliating!

She remained where she was, hoping against hope that he would think she was really not there. But she knew her luck had turned when she saw the highly polished tips of an elegant pair of men’s dress shoes stop by the bush, and looked up to see him smiling in triumph at her from what seemed like a great height. She stood up, determined not to be at a disadvantage with him. He stuck a hand out, still smiling.

“Hi! I’m Scott McCallum. It’s so nice to meet you, Dawn!”

She didn’t want to touch him, didn’t want to have anything to do with him, but her hand seemed to have a mind of its own. It found itself grasped by a large, strong man’s hand, engulfed and warmed. She looked up again — he was a good six inches taller than she was, and her heart did a funny little flip at the observation — and tried to rearrange her face into a smile.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Scott!” she managed at last, feeling incredibly foolish and tongue-tied.

Up close, he was good-looking, but with defects that only added to his good looks, oddly enough. A thin white scar ran from the corner of his mouth up into the hairline on the right side of his face. His nose was crooked, as though it had been broken and not set back properly, and another small scar marred one of two arching brows that would make any young woman proud. His lips were thin, but they smiled beautifully at her, and the one dimple in his left cheek was adorable. She tore her eyes away from his face, swallowed, and asked,

“How did you know my name? We’ve never met before, and I don’t use it on the website.”

His smile widened, and when she tugged on her hand to remove it from his grasp, he tugged back.

“I asked,” he answered simply, and raised her hand to his lips, brushing a kiss across the back. Then he let her go.

He led her to the corner of the garden, away from the crowd, took her hand again and smiled.

“I don’t have any intentions of making you uncomfortable, Dawn, but I couldn’t resist telling you how great your writings are.”

He brushed her hand softly, running his thumb over the back of it gently.

“You are a very beautiful woman, inside and out,” he told her. “I’m single and live alone. I have a decent job, and I have never done this before. I mean approaching a lady whom I don’t know, but in this case, some internal force drove me towards you. I’m here only because of you. I had no intentions of coming here otherwise.” He took a breath, as if to give him the needed strength to continue, and then asked, “Will you go out to dinner with me? Wherever you like.”

After he stopped speaking, to Dawn’s eternal astonishment, he planted a soft kiss on her hand. It seemed like an eternity before he moved away from her, enough so she could take a breath and try to find her center beneath the onslaught of his unexpected attentions.

Scott could Ankara escort smell her warm breath, could see her flushed cheeks. He knew her head was in a spin, and he wanted to make her feel comfortable, because for him she was the most desirable woman around. He felt like a teenager with his first crush, instead of a grown man pursuing a woman. He was thirty-five years old, for goodness sake, yet here he was making what were definitely all the wrong moves, overstepping his bound, probably scaring the hell out of the woman he felt so drawn to, or else amusing her no end! He didn’t feel like being the bad guy, but he didn’t want to seem like a clown, either. He didn’t want her thinking he was a joke, or someone who was playing her for a fool, and using her to entertain his brain while he scoped out the women he was really after. He watched her gather her control around her like a cloak, and he couldn’t help the way his heart leapt both in fear and admiration.

“Look, I don’t know who you are, Mr. McCallum, and after this…your…behavior out here, I’m not sure I want to know who you are. Excuse me, but I must return to the party!”

Dawn stepped around him, fighting to avoid inhaling the spicy scent of his cologne. He was all man, even though she could tell by his face and his actions that he was younger than she by many years. She wasn’t in the market for men just now. And until she could protect herself against the charm of a player, she intended to keep it that way. No matter what her friends said, or how her body ached with need, she was in control. Nothing would make her open herself to anyone again, especially not someone she didn’t know, who was acting like a loon.

She hadn’t managed to take more than a few steps when his voice stopped her again.

“I know my behavior has been odd, Dawn, and I can’t blame you for being unnerved. But if you’ll give me a chance, I think you’ll find I’m pretty harmless. Just your average guy, wanting to get to know a woman he probably won’t ever have the chance to, just because her words stir him up.” He moved closer to her, and stood waiting for her to speak. When she said nothing, he continued. “Please at least have a drink with me.”

Dawn inhaled deeply, and decided a drink wouldn’t kill her. She didn’t have to leave with him, and when he left on his own, things would go back to normal. She nodded, strangely unable to speak, and went ahead of him back into the crowded reception hall. Her town’s first annual Blogging Arts Awards Ceremony had been a resounding success, with bloggers being the featured “artists”. People had been pleased to give awards to online gardeners, cooks, photographers, poets, novelists, and then they had all happily come to the town hall for food and drinks and dancing.

She felt Scott’s hand lightly touch her back, urging her to move through the crush of people to the bar that had been set up in the far corner, by the big entrance doors. She tried not to react to them, or to the fact that they were big, and radiated heat up and down her spine. She put her reactions down to all the years that she had gone without a man to ease the growing lusts that rocked her. Her stories had become increasingly wilder and more erotic as her need had grown, and it was one of the last ones that Scott had read and left his provocative comment on.

“What would you like?” His voice broke into her musings, a deep, sensual stroke over her sensitized nerve endings, reaching deep inside her where she hid from the world, and making her want to scream in agitation. She couldn’t have been more attuned to him if he had been touching her.

“A glass of wine, please,” she answered, infuriated that her voice was a husky whisper.

“Red or white?” The press of his sex appeal was a relentless lash of pleasure in her ear, on her skin, in her deepest core. She was humiliated that her unmet needs had led her to a place where simply hearing a stranger speak could reduce her to a mass of shivering awareness. She needed to escape, but she had committed to one drink, so she steeled herself to being in his company for another few minutes, while she racked her brain for a way to leave without either embarrassing herself or offending him.

“Red, please!”

Scott watched Dawn’s face while he ordered. He had felt the way she held herself stiffly when he touched her, and knew she was tightly wound up, ready to spring away from him in a heartbeat. He found her a fascinating mix of heated sensuality and frosty rationality. He liked that opposition in her; it drew him to her inexorably. He admitted, as he handed her the drink, that the first story of hers that he had read had turned him on so much he had had to help himself relieve the unspeakable ache, exploding in hard, pulsing jets of semen. But even when his cock had loosened its death grip on him, he had felt as if she were speaking to him, looking over his shoulder, seeing who and what he was, and stroking him into mindless release.

He had never had such a visceral response Ankara escort bayan to anything before, and he realized that there was something about THIS woman that called to him. He had been on that erotic writing site many times before, and had read many stories that had pushed him over the edge, but none had left him feeling a need to know the writer, all of whom had been female, till now. He wasn’t a spiritual man, but he took it as a sign that he was supposed to find her, when he couldn’t get her out of his head, when jerking off to her graphic depictions of lovemaking did nothing to assuage the ache of desire inside, where his hands could not reach.

And just these few minutes with her and he was cured. Now his ache was centered on her, and the knowledge that she was the reason her stories wouldn’t leave him, and that only with her would he feel real satisfaction. He knew, though he didn’t know how he did, that she was HIS story. He watched her sip delicately, watched her tongue slip out to catch the drop that clung to that sweetly curved upper lip. His groin tightened, and he shifted his stance to ease the constriction in his slacks. It was way too soon for that kind of reaction to her nearness, especially given how skittish she was in his company.

“Why did you need to ask who I was?” Dawn asked, surprising him. She was watching him closely, as thought to ferret out the lies she seemed sure he was going to tell her.

“You look different from the picture you have posted on your profile, and you don’t call yourself Dawn there. I wanted to be sure.” He told her the truth, and hoped he wouldn’t seem like some kind of stalker.

“Why did you have to speak to me? Wasn’t reading my stories enough?” Her voice remained cautious, unconvinced that he was just what he appeared to be.

“Am I the only fan of yours who has approached you this evening?” he asked, wanting to turn the tables on her, wanting to unsettle her just a bit.

“You’re the only fan who has asked me out to dinner!” she shot back sharply, putting the glass with the wine she had barely touched back on the counter.

Scott could see her getting ready to dump him, and he really couldn’t blame her. But he wasn’t ready to be parked just yet. He wanted more time with her. She was like a fever in his blood, raising his temperature, and he was determined to find out what his reactions to her were a symptom of before he let her escape.

“Look, I know I came on a bit strong,” he began, but when he saw the way she pursed her lips and rolled her eyes at him, he admitted, “okay, I came on really strong, but you don’t understand the pull your words have exerted on me. I’ve been to that site many times, and read a lot of other lady writers’ work, but when I read that first story of yours, it was like I recognized you. As though we had known each other in another time or place, but had lost touch. And I wanted to get it back.”

He stopped talking and just watched her, his mind racing to think of other things to say to keep her from bolting. He knew that was what she was planning to do; he could see it in her stance, the set of her shoulders, the way she clutched her purse, the way she avoided his eyes. He had the impossible urge to kiss that hunted look right off her face, and it bothered him that he could not shake it, despite his best intentions to buck up and walk away. She was obviously not interested in him, and he had rather leave than be left. He gathered the tattered remnants of his dignity about him and prepared to leave, determined to handle the ache he felt growing like a ball of iron in his chest.

“I’m sorry I was offensive, Dawn. I’ll go now. Enjoy the rest of your evening!” His voice was crisp and impersonal, and he grasped at his control, summoning up a smile before downing the rest of his drink, placing his glass on the bar, and turning sharply away.

“Mr. McCallum, please forgive my…lack of hospitality.” He heard her voice from behind him and turned back to look at her. He said nothing, waiting, half turned, to hear what else she had to say. “Perhaps we can sit outside where it’s quieter, and I can answer any questions you have.”

He squelched the sudden urge to grin like a fool, recognizing the huge concession she was making, and feeling immensely grateful that he had been given another chance to try to persuade her to take him seriously, even if he was acting like an impetuous ass.

“Another glass of wine?” he asked, and ordered a second drink for himself when she refused one. This time he let her lead the way to a quiet nook on the wide porch that wrapped around the mansion that housed the town hall. Waiting for her to choose a seat, then sitting across from her, he sipped his drink and watched her try to compose her features and settle her spine against the high-backed wicker chair she had chosen.

“So, aside from wanting to have dinner with me, what would you like to know?”

Dawn had no idea how provocative a question she had asked the man who sat watching Escort Ankara her the way she imagined a cat might watch a mouse. He looked hungry, and apparently he thought only she could sate his desires. She had closeted herself off from men a long time ago, but it did not stop her from recognizing the signs of desire in Scott McCallum’s gaze. She wondered idly — and surprised herself that she wasn’t more frightened by the thought — if he really was a stalker.

She watched him as she tried to decide on an answer, and when he said, “I’m not quite sure where to start. I wouldn’t want to give the wrong impression!”, she decided he wasn’t dangerous, just crazy. The thought made her smile. Here she was just turned fifty, trying to find a way to avoid the amorous advances of a man who was at least ten years her junior.

“Are your stories based on personal experiences?” He asked the question he knew she probably heard most often from the many men he was sure had contacted her about her work over the years. He found himself desperate to know whether or not she was as experienced as the women in her stories.

Dawn smiled. If she had a dollar for every time someone, usually a man, asked her that question, she could probably keep herself in expensive perfumes for life.

“I’m sure the thought of such an experienced woman would make any man salivate,” she answered, trying to keep the sarcasm and cynicism out of her voice, “but I have to confess that most of the stories bear very little resemblance to my life. There may be one event that triggers the inspiration for some stories, and my female characters may exhibit some of my traits, but as a whole these stories are entirely fantasy.”

As soon as she uttered the last word, she knew she had given him an opening she hadn’t meant to do, and she cringed inwardly, and hoped he would be less intuitively intelligent so he would miss it. Her hopes were dashed when he asked almost immediately,

“Fantasy? Are you saying the stories represent your sexual fantasies?”

His eyes watched her closely, his face expressionless as he sipped his drink, and Dawn groaned inwardly. He may be obsessed, but he was too damned smart for his own, or her, good. She wrestled with a way to respond that would not give away any more of herself than she was willing to give to a stranger.

“I think all writers’ stories represent their fantasies,” she finally said, and lowered her eyes to the table between them. She found she could not look him in the eyes and equivocate as she had just done. She was too bloody honest, and it irritated her to have to speak in half-truths, and angered her that he had put her in that position. Until she recalled that she had been the one to use the word which triggered his troubling question. She didn’t want to be the pathetic woman who had no sex life, and who had no other way to relieve her sexual frustrations than to write them out in her stories.

His silence was becoming unnerving, and she finally raised her eyes to look at him, only to find him watching her with a small, knowing smile playing about his lips. Lips she didn’t want to look at, or be aware of as more than a part of his face, a face she was not supposed to notice had high cheekbones, a tempting mouth — my God, it was sin personified! — and dark eyes to match the thick hair on his head. The cleft in his chin made her ache with a need to touch it, and the hint of a dimple was driving her crazy with desire. She felt herself coloring up, and stood abruptly, suddenly desperate to put as much distance as she could between herself and this man who was definitely a threat to her peace of mind.

“I’m afraid I must go back to the party, Mr. McCallum. It was nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy the rest of the evening!”

She hurried away, and Scott watched her run away from his question, from him, the smile on his face broadening. He had touched a nerve, and he was determined to explore it, like a surgeon looking for buckshot in a wound. He’d do his best to ensure that she didn’t feel the pain that his probing might cause, but more than ever now, he intended to know the woman who had captured his imagination. He finished his drink, watching the night sky and making plans.

Two days later, after his second double shift at the hospital was over, Scott parked his white roadster in the spot in front of his townhouse. He sat in the car for a few minutes, just letting the weariness he had been suppressing rise to the surface. He was exhausted. Between working sixteen-hour shifts, and not getting enough sleep when he was home, he could barely hold a coherent thought. He was even too tired to be hungry. Another double shift was in his immediate future, so he dragged his body out of the low-slung car, and went inside. A quick shower later, he was sprawled in bed, naked and incredibly aroused. It never failed. He’d be home, and barely able to move, and yet, before his shower was done, he was hard and aching. Thoughts of Dawn assailed him in the shower, and he seemed powerless to spare himself the torture of an unrelenting hard-on. He sighed and rolled over, pulling the sheets up over his hips, in deference to his mother and younger sister, who sometimes came over with food while he was asleep.

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My name is David and this is a brief story about my kinky sex life and mutual sandal fetish with my Mature Bodybuilder girlfriend Samantha.

It is mid May here in Tucson and the sun is rising over the rocky horizon. A cool breeze blows from the west as I step outside onto the back porch. It is about seventy degrees and seems to be getting warmer. I think the temperature will surely be in the mid 90’s today.

My loose pajama bottoms hang loosely around my waist. I breathe the fresh air into my lungs as I walk out onto the wooden deck. I am barefoot and avoid the various items on the porch that I can stub my toes on. My body aches from the wild sex I had with Samantha last night. I am thirty one years old and am six feet tall and weigh two hundred and twenty pounds. I physically am a good match for my mature muscled fifty five year old girlfriend Samantha. She retired last year after working nearly thirty years in the medical field. Sam also competed for more than ten years on the female body building circuit. I am shacked up and live with her here at her spacious home in Eastern Tucson. We met eighteen months ago and have been lovers ever since.

Samantha and I would dress in some light clothing today. I could only imagine what Sam would wear on her body today. We had planned a shopping trip to Tempe about two hours away. Samantha had recently decided to spend the day shopping at Arizona Mills Mall in Tempe. Samantha wants to buy several new summer outfits. She also wishes to expand her large collection of thong sandals.

I think of Samantha and am conflicted. I am in love with her in spite of the more than twenty years difference in our age. She and I have an uncontrollable lust for each other. I wonder what we will do to each other sexually tonight. Samantha’s sexual appetite is absolutely amazing for a woman that is eligible for AARP. Her fashion sense is very revealing and sexy. Short dresses and skirts with sleeve less tops are her favorite outfits. Samantha wears thong sandals of varying heel height. She will not adorn her feet in the ever popular rubber flip flop. The only time she didn’t wear sandals was during Tucson’s two month winter season. On some mild winter days she will wear sandals with jeans. During about nine or ten months of the year Samantha keeps her perfect feet displayed in her various styles of thong sandals. Her feet are flawless despite being large. Samantha wears a size ten or eleven depending on the manufacturer. Samantha is almost two hundred pounds with a height of six feet. Her size and muscular build are what attracts her to me. I think Sam is confident about herself due to her physical conditioning as a former professional body builder. She lifts weights several times a week to maintain her tone. She is the strongest woman I have ever seen. She and I are about equal in strength. I can out bench press her, but she squats and dead lifts more weight than I can.

Samantha’s old job as a radiologist had prevented her from dressing sexy. Upon retirement Sam got rid of all of her scrubs and crocs. Currently Samantha spends days sunbathing (nude), swimming, lifting weights, cooking, sucking cock and fucking. I am the lucky cock that Samantha sucks and fucks. My hours as an aeronautical engineer are fairly flexible. I am taking a two week vacation with Samantha starting today. After our shopping trip we will travel to San Diego. We plan celebrating our summer vacation at a resort in San Diego. We are leaving for San Diego in two days time.

I enjoy my coffee as I think of Samantha sleeping in the nude in the next room. The thought of Sam had produced a thick erection in my pants. I remove my pants and stroke my large thick cock and close my eyes. I think of Samantha’s muscular ripped body laying before me. I can see her smoothly shaven cunt splayed open for my tongue or cock. Due to Samantha’s steroid use in the past she has a huge clitoris. It is slightly over an inch long when erect. Sam had her clit pierced two years ago and wears a large steel stud that enhances her orgasms. As I masturbate I have a sudden feeling that I am not alone. I open my eyes and see Samantha’s pretty green eyed face smiling out the window of our kitchen. I start to pull my pants up and stop, as she motions for me to leave them off.

“Hey stud is that healthy cock for me? I hope you were thinking of me while you were milking that monster. “Samantha says as she moves closer to me.

“Yes I was thinking of you my love.” I respond.

“What were you thinking about? Tell me” She asks.

“I was thinking of your nude sexy body.” I say.

“What else were you thinking about David?” Samantha continues.

“I was thinks about your hard body, your shaved cunt, your mouth on my cock, your hard pierced clit, your great tits, and your sexy open thong sandals.” I say as I look at Samantha’s succulent nude body.

“I am glad we had that privacy fence put up last month David. You out here jacking off your immense penis would be a turn on for those old ladies Ankara escort that live behind us.” Samantha clarifies.

My eyes look at Samantha. Her pretty brown hair is very short cut in a pixy style. I think better access for cock sucking. She has stopped dying her hair which is a natural light brown color. Her ear lobe piercings stretch to accommodate the large brass ring hoop ear rings that hang from her lobes. Her sculpted body is tall, wide, muscled, toned and tan with a light brown hue from Samantha’s frequent nude sunbathing. Her tits are not very big, but are a firm C cup on her body builder physique. Sam is completely nude except for very thin strapped thong sandals with high heels.

Samantha moves on her sandaled feet toward me. “Like what you see?”

“You put those on to excite me Sam?” I ask.

“Actually I was planning on wearing these today. I am making sure the straps are adjusted. I heard noise out here and caught you out here beating off.” She explains.

“Those are so hot. What will you wear with them?” I ask as I stare at her perfect feet.

“My white sundress that you like so much will go with these nicely. I plan to wear my white hat that I bought last week.” She clarifies.

Samantha’s long red fingernails lightly scratch my smooth ball sack as she squats before me.

“I think I will eat some breakfast before we get ready.” Sam says as she looks up at me.

Samantha looks at my nearly nine inch swollen cock with lust in her heart. I feel her lips slide over the pointed head of my cock. Slowly her mouth slides down further and swallows another inch. Another bob of her head and another inch slips into her pretty mouth. Sam swallows me until she has about five inches in her mouth. As I look down I see her green eyes locking into my eyes.

“I love you.” I grunt as Sam opens her throat past her gag reflex.

I hold her head as her eyes watch me as her throat swallows me down until her lips meet my large testicles. Sam brings her head back up until my cock is free. She holds me in her hands.

“I love you too honey. I bet you love me more when I deep throat you.” She grins.

I look down at her perfect face. Her eyes meet mine again. Her lips take me in again. I gaze down at her and from this angle and I see her head and her outstretched arms as they hold my hips. She squats on the balls of her feet. I watch as her toes spread open as she moves her head down on my erection. Sam knows that I can see her thong sandals and feet and positions herself so they are in view. Her expression is of pure lust as she opens her throat. Samantha bobs her head forward and deep throats me. She picks up a steady rhythm and moves her head with only my cock head in her mouth and takes my length down to the balls on each down stroke. Sam is an amazing cock sucker. After about nine or ten deep throat strokes Sam holds my cock down her throat and uses her throat muscles to milk the head and shaft while my hanging balls dance on her chin. She uses this internal cock massage for about ten seconds and quickly deep throats my cock from head to base for anther ten strokes in about a five second duration. Her head is a blur as she deep throats me. She uses several hundred throat strokes and dozens of deep throat swallow massages on me before I start to shake.

“Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh!

I am coming honey! Sam deep throat my cock!”

I grip the sides of her head and fuck her throat with my cock. I go hard deep and fast. After about twenty deep throat strokes I come.

“Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh” I scream as I hold Sam’s head onto my shooting cock. Sam performs her swallow massage while I am balls deep in her throat. I put about eight or nine bolts of thick salty froth into her throat. She looks up into my eyes and swallows each spasm into her throat and stomach.

“Good morning, my love. Thank you for breakfast. That must have been about two fluid ounces. I love your semen. David I love your cock. You taste so splendid. I think your large healthy large portions of semen are keeping me young and healthy.” Sam says as she stands and licks her lips for stray drops of cum.

“We need to shower quickly honey. We need to get cleaned up and be on the road.” Sam says as she stands up.

We go into our large bathroom and shower and freshen up. We drink a cup of coffee together in our kitchen. I load our bags and an ice chest into our car. I get into the car and look at Sam as she sits next to me in the passenger seat of our SUV. Samantha’s face is lightly wrinkled and her cheek bones are prominent that gives her an almost feline appearance. Her lips are extremely full and they make her wide face sensuous. Her neck line is tight there are no wrinkles or excess skin. If I didn’t already know her age I would estimate that she is around forty. Many people on first glance think she is my older sister.

Her Ankara escort bayan white sundress is sleeveless and displays Samantha’s large veined biceps. Her powerful wide shoulders top her muscular frame. Her full 46 C cleavage is revealed by her minimal bra worn underneath her dress. Her waist is thick and with a small tummy to accent her figure. The skirt portion of the dress is wide, loose and short. It ends about eight inches above her knees. The lower portions of her muscled thighs are visible. Muscled tanned calves are prominently revealed. Thick blood vessel s cross throughout the length of her leg muscles. Her ankles are thin for a large woman as are her wrists. She wears very thin golden chains around each ankle. Her white thong sandals that she had worn earlier are a style from Victoria’s Secret. They are from an older collection by the designer Colin Stuart. The tan foot bed consists of a five inch spike heel on a thin sole. The thin thongs connect to a delicate ankle strap that connects to a cup strap at her heel. Sam’s sexy toes are all visible in this minimal sandal.

We drive for a little more than two hours to Mesa and take the exit to Tempe. We begin our shopping around mid day as we enter the entrance of the mall near the Harkin Theatres at Arizona Mills Mall in Tempe. After finding the mall registry of stores we began our first lap of the giant rectangular structure. This is the ultimate place to shop for almost anything. Sam wants to shop for clothing and shoes. This shopping spree is totally for Samantha..

As we exited our SUV “Hey what are you looking at?” Sam scolds me.

A nice looking young girl of about twenty five walks by us wearing some killer thong sandals. She has real nice feet mounted on a three inch heel. Her toes have multiple toe rings and spread slightly open as she walks. Her feet look very much like Sam’s.

“I was just looking at your competition.” I say.

“You are drooling at her feet aren’t you?” Sam asks. I smile and nod that I lust after her feet.

” I love her sandals. I am going to ask her where she got them. If you asked she would think that was creepy. ” Sam says.

Sam caught up with the sandal girl. She had purchased the sandals at Ross. We walk to Ross and find the same sandal, but all of them are in sizes too small for Samantha’s large feet. We find and purchase a pair of brown flat thong sandals with thin straps that Sam likes. We leave Ross and go to four of five other stores near Ross and didn’t find any sandals to Sam’s liking.

We decide to shop for Sam’s toes. We stop at Zales and I purchase four toe rings for Samantha. I sit in a chair and place them on her sandal clad feet. I receive some funny looks from several of the employees as I place the rings on Sam’s toes. Each baby toe and second toe receives a ring. Sam’s second toes are a tiny bit longer than her big toes and I think this makes her feet even more attractive.

We eat a late lunch and decide to shop at Spencer’s Gifts. Sam finds a thick steel ring bracelet that has an adjustable clamp for a smaller wrist. I try to clasp the ring on Sam’s wrist Sam whispers “Cock and Ball ring!” in my ear. I grin in reply. “For $7.99 that’s not bad.” I know we will try the thick ring tonight in our nightly copulation.

We stop at Old Navy and find identical brown and pink outfits for her. Both outfits are very revealing with bare midriffs and very low cut. The skirts are very short and leave little to the imagination. Sam has some pink thong sandals at home that match the pink outfit. We need some sexy brown sandals for the second outfit. Old Navy has mostly ugly flip flops and flat sandals. Sam wants a higher heel thong that matches the exact shade of brown on her outfit. At Marshal’s we immediately find a thong sandal that Sam falls in love with. They are a brown thong with a two inch raised platform sole mounted on a seven inch wedge heel. The thong strap is nearly an inch wide and connects to an equally wide adjustable ankle strap that clasps to the closed heel. They have a zipper at the rear of the heel to help with putting them on. The size ten is too small, so Sam finds an eleven and tightens them all the way to the last holes of each strap. “One hundred and twenty dollars you have to be kidding me?” I say as I question Sam.

“I have paid over one hundred dollars for designer sandals several times.” She responds.

“OK. I get to fuck you while you wear them. Is that a deal?” I ask.

“Of course you can. Would you like me to put them on after we buy them?” She asks.

“Yes I was going to ask you that. I am getting an erection just looking at your feet in those sandals.” I said as I admire her sculpted feet in an almost bondage style sandal.

“I have changed my mind.” Samantha says.” You are going to fist fuck my pussy while you suck my toes. After I am satisfied with my toe job you get to eat my pussy until I cum in your face.”

We find a Holiday Inn a few miles from the mall and check in. It is nearly Escort Ankara 4 PM and we decide to stay in a large suite. We are hot and sweaty so a great room with all the bells and whistles will enhance our sexual Olympics. The temperature outside is 95 degrees. The cool room feels refreshing. A nice cool shower is in store for our bodies. I get cleaned up first and shave my entire body smooth. I keep myself smooth. Sam prefers me smooth for fellatio. She even insists I shave my anus. She often enjoys rimming me before sucking me. Since I had shaven three days ago it only took me about ten minutes extra during my shower.

When I exit the shower Sam hands me the ring from Spencer’s to wear. As Sam walks past me I see our sexual apparatus in the center of the room.

“I thought you might like a work out during our fun.” Sam says.

“I had no idea you brought it with us I didn’t see it in the car.” I respond.

“I put it in the car after I gave you head.” She smiles.

“You are a magnificent slut. I didn’t know that contraption of yours would fold up small enough to put in the back of the Tahoe.” I say.

Sam smiles at me and enters the bath room. “I am cleaning my ass for you I expect to be sodomized tonight.” She hollers through the door.

“I can’t wait any longer. Hurry up.” I shout back.

I can hear the water running and she is taking a long time. I knew from experience that she is cleaning and shaving her entire body in and out. Sam always brings a large enema bag to cleanse her rectum and colon in preparation for anal sex. Sam has electrolysis on her arms, legs and face. She only needs to shave her pussy, ass, and underarms.

As I wait I put the metal ring around my scrotum and penis. I am hard now and the ring fits nicely around my genitals. Samantha will love this. I look over at the sex machine Samantha set up while I had showered. It was made of strong light aluminum rods that are connected by sleeves. The base has a base that is a triangular grid for stability. The base is attached to two columns that are about four feet off the floor. In the columns there is an axle that is attached to a short rack. The rack could be adjusted to form a flat bed or chair. Every part of the devise is adjustable to each a person’s preference. I place myself on the rack and swung until I was upright.

“Hey get off that. I go first. You are going to eat me out.” Sam says as she opens the bathroom door.

She is totally nude except for a brown dog collar around her neck and her platform brown thong sandals she had purchased earlier. Sam wears large steel rings in her pierced nipples. They accent her metal hoop ear rings. Sam has replaced her clit stud with a large golden ring. Her clit hung above her shaven cunt like a small penis. She walks toward me with a coy smile on her face.

“Now get off. I am first. Thirty minutes you do what I say. You belong to me. I sucked your cock this morning. Now you will return the favor.” Sam commands.

“OK. What do you want me to do?” I ask as I got off the rack.

“Get over here and eat my ass.” She says as she put herself on the rack and raised her legs up and apart for my access.

I place my hands on the edge of the rack as the tip of my tongue finds her rosebud.

“That feels nice David. You can sure eat ass. I am going to fist my pussy while you eat my ass.”

I rim her anus using the tip of my tongue. After a few minutes I am able to penetrate her rectum with an inch of my tongue. Sam fist is buried wrist deep in her cunt as I continue her rim job.

“I want you to eat my cunt.” Sam says.

Sam lowers her legs to less of an angle.” I want you to fuck me hard in my ass with my dildo while you eat my cunt.”

I secure the 8 and 3/4 inch lifelike dildo from the suitcase. This was custom made it was made from a cast taken of my erect penis. Sam had it made about a year ago.

“Shove the dildo in my cunt and get it wet first.” She instructs me.

I eat her open cunt as fuck her deeply with the dildo.

“That feels great. Suck my clit into your mouth hard as you do that. That is enough of the dildo in my pussy. Put it in my asshole.” Samantha growls.

“UUUgggghhhh.” she yelps as I buried the slick dildo in her rectum to the hilt.

“Stop messing around fuck me hard and fast while you eat my pussy.” Sam says.

“Um. Um. Um.”I gurgle with her erect clit and gold ring in my mouth.

Her eyes lock onto mine as she pushes into my face. I look up into her eyes as I suck her clit like a small penis. She smiles and smacks a kiss in the air at me.

“Use your tongue now on my clit and flick it “She says as she starts to shake.

I flick her tongue rapidly as I fuck her ass with the dildo. Her pussy gaps open like a cave below my tongue. I flick along Sam’s labia lips and stick my tongue into her vagina. This drives her crazy. I go back and attack her clitoris with my mouth. As I lick and suck her love button her body begins to spasm and shake.

“I am coming! Don’t stop keep eating me.” She screams.

She shakes and quivers. “Arhhh.Arhhh.Arhhh.” She bellows as she shits the dildo from her asshole in a huge orgasm. The dildo flies about ten feet and strikes the floor.

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Sleep does not come easily for either of us, but I do manage to get enough to keep me from being completely dead as I force myself out of bed. My eyes move to where my wife should be and find no trace of what should be a slumbering body. I leave the room and search out my wife with a desire to know if anything has changed.

It is a quick mystery solved as I see my wife standing in front of Susanna’s open door with nothing to cover her body. Despite her quietly watching our daughter sleep, the outline of her hands are clearly visible and they are bring pleasure to her body. My feet carry me to her and I don’t mind that I am interrupting her enjoyment.

I step behind her and press my hard dick between her sagging cheeks, which causes her to press back against me. My eyes are on my daughter’s body and I am enjoying the same view as my wife. As my hands move to her large tits and squeeze the nipples, my daughter has her legs spread more than enough to give a pleasant view of pink.

My wife starts to sigh as my voice is more than loud enough to be heard, if my daughter were awake to hear me. “What do you want to do today?”

She is sighing and it takes her a moment before her lips part. “Everything.”

I squeeze her nipples playfully between my fingers. “There’s no need to rush, Teresa. We have all the time in the world.”

She presses her ass back against my very hard cock. “I know, Joe, but I am having a really hard time deciding what I want to see first.”

My fingers twist a little and her sighs get louder from my masterful touch. I know my wife’s body very well and her dark nipples are a place she enjoys receiving attention. My fingers twist the other way and she moans out. Our daughter moves a little and her hole becomes slightly visible.

My voice is seductive as I narrow things down for my wife. “How about I make it easy for you? Do you want me to fuck our daughter’s ass or pussy first?”

She laughs and it sounds quite devious in my ears. “That does make it easy. I want to watch you fuck her ass.” She presses back against my manhood and her words sound wonderful to me. “I just have to see you enter with that big dick of yours.”

I remove my hands from her tits and step away from the warmth of her body. “See, Teresa, that wasn’t so difficult.”

She turns to me and there is a lovely look in her eyes. “I want to see every last inch enter her asshole.”

I shake my head and do not conceal a single doubt. “I told you she only took a couple of inches. I don’t think she can take anywhere near all of it just yet.”

Her brown eyes are locked on mine and her voice shows absolute certainty. “She will. I’ll make sure of it.”

My daughter calls from her bed. “I don’t think I can take that much, mom?”

I look away from my wife’s face and see my daughter sitting up in bed. “How long have you been awake?”

She smiles and her dark eyes sparkle. “A while. I guess mom likes my body as much as you.”

I grin and hold her gaze and my words show the desire I feel. “What’s not to like? My daughter has a great body and mom can appreciate it every bit as much as me.”

Her bronze cheeks redden and her face becomes resolute. “I know taking all of you is going to hurt a hell of a lot more, but I’ll do it for you.”

My wife’s voice is comforting. “I know just what to do about the pain.”

Her dark eyes move to my wife and her voice is filled with hope. “How, mom?”

There is a change in my wife’s voice and I Ankara escort find it pleasant to listen to. “By eating my daughter’s pussy while he slowly presses every inch inside of your asshole.”

Her eyes offer a spark of hope to match her voice. “That could work.”

My desire is increasing and my voice is filled with the desire to take all of her. “It will. Have you ever thought of being with a woman?”

She shakes her head and her voice is very firm. “No, dad, never. If it were just mom, or any woman, I’d be disgusted by the thought.”

Teresa’s voice is filled with doubt. “You seemed pretty excited about me eating your pussy.”

Her bronze face does not reveal even the hint of interest. “No, mom, I wasn’t. I’m excited about getting more of dad inside of me. If that means you eat my pussy to relieve the pain, so be it. If dad wants to watch me eat your pussy, I’ll do it for him. I’m happy you know about us, mom, because I don’t want to sneak around. I belong to dad and don’t want to hide what we do.”

I smile as her words pour from her mouth and my voice shows exactly what I feel. “Works for me. Go to my bed and wait for us.”

My eyes fall on her bouncing nipples as she walks past us and I whisper into my wife’s ear. “That really does work for me.”

We both turn and my eyes fall on her round cheeks as my wife whispers back. “Why do you have to be so damned good?”

I grin and keep my words quiet. “A lot of practice, but you know that. Don’t worry, Teresa, you’ll have your fun. How do you want to do this?”

There is no need to clarify anything, since my wife knows me very well. “Laying on her back with her legs held up by me.”

I grin widely and my voice is difficult to maintain its whispered state. “That’ll do it, but our daughter won’t be eating your pussy just yet. The only thing she’s going to taste is my dick after I cum deep inside of her asshole.”

I know my wife wants to object, but I start walking and she is right behind me. My daughter can no longer be seen and I know she is waiting patiently in our bedroom. Her hands move to my ass as I walk and I smile at the sensation. They squeeze as we come to a stop and see my daughter on her knees waiting for me.

I grin and my voice shows just how pleased I am. “My daughter is a quick learner.” She beams at my words and I continue with the same tone. “Lay down on my bed with your ass hanging over the side.”

Her dark eyes are glowing in anticipation and her words sound lovely to my ears. “Are you sure you don’t want me to do anything while I’m down here, dad?”

My wife squeezes my cheeks out of frustration that she is without any control and my voice is commanding. “No, Susanna, not just yet. Get on the bed.”

She rises without saying a word and my eyes fall to her tightly trimmed bush. Her legs spread wide as she falls back and her pink is glistening with an aching desire. My daughter’s fingers spread her lips and her tight hole is calling for my attention.

I grin at her obedience and my voice remains authoritative. “Mom’s going to lay on top of you, but her pussy won’t be near your mouth. I don’t want you to taste anything yet.”

Teresa releases her grip on my cheeks and walks towards the bed. I turn away to reach for the lube and make quick work of what is needed. There is need to ensure plenty of coverage, but I don’t want to take any time to enjoy this part. I set the lube down and turn to see my wife looking down at her daughter’s pussy.

Her Ankara escort bayan hands are holding our daughter’s legs in the air and her asshole is very visible. With my wife on top, Susanna cannot pull away. My legs carry me the short distance and my dick is very ready for what I desire. The ridges around her asshole are calling out to be caressed, but that will have to wait.

I press the head against her asshole and have an unobstructed view as it enters the tight space. Susanna groans loudly from the pain and my wife’s head moves down to bring pleasure. Her asshole is taking the same as it already had, but she had no control over anything this time. The pressure is every bit as wonderful as before and I have to have more of her.

My wife’s head moves down and I lose my view completely. It takes time, but her groans start to soften as an occasion sigh escapes and I give her a couple of inches more. Her groans return and they are far louder than before, but she is doing nothing to tell us to stop. Teresa is working very hard to dull the pain with pleasure and it does start to work. Having half of my dick inside feels really good, but I know a much better sensation awaits my body.

I cannot wait until the moans subside completely and settle for the occasional sigh. I slowly press myself deeper as my wife works her clit as best she can and do not stop with another inch or two. Every inch I give feels a wonderful vice pressing against my lubricated shaft and I love that my daughter is responsible for the amazing sensation that is coursing through my body.

My wife moves her fingers to replace her tongue and looks up at me with a grin. Her head is no longer blocking my view and it looks amazing as I give her the last inch I have. Pressure pushes at all sides of my slick cock and I smile at the sight. Her moans have changed to howls of pain, which cannot be helped and I must wait until my wife can ease her pain. Until that moment, I am content with the wonderful sensation that is spreading across the entirety of my body.

My wife continues to grin up at me and her head causes my view to be lost once again as she resumes the work of her tongue. My hands caress my daughter’s legs and her howls are dying down. Her asshole is clamping hard in an effort to push me out, which will not happen until I fill her with my orgasmic release. It is very difficult to hold off on any movement from my hips, but I must wait her out.

An occasional sigh can be heard as my wife works her tongue harder than she ever has. Neither of us have any interest in our daughter experiencing only pain when I fuck her ass and am glad she can associate something pleasurable. My wife is doing what I cannot, since her tongue works far better than my fingers ever could.

She is just starting to moan from Teresa’s tongue on her clit, but I force myself to wait a little longer. It isn’t these soft moans I am waiting for, but something much louder. I’m glad my wife doesn’t have her pussy covering a single sound, since I much prefer non-muffled sounds to escape my daughter freely.

I can wait no longer and her slowly rising voice will have to do. Slowly, I move back and forth just a little and the feeling is incredible. It feels like a loving vice has been placed around my shaft and I am tempted to increase the speed, but no I cannot do that just yet. Everything must be carefully controlled to prevent any unnecessary pain to cross her body and my movements are not dampening the Escort Ankara sounds leaving my daughter is making for us.

I press in slowly to get maximum depth and my eyes close in preparation of the orgasm that is about to tear across my body. The twitching of my dick can be felt and her moans soften just a little, but it is not by much. My ecstatic release feels far better than anything I have felt in a long time. Her vice is pressing down on all the right spots and I am carried away to the torrent of pure pleasure.

I back off just a little between the streams and press in deeply with a little more force. Another torrent crashes hard over my body and I feel more of myself leave into the forbidden hole of my forbidden desire. The moans of my daughter get louder as my wife works to ensure nothing painful is felt at all and I’m grateful that my wife has great stamina from years of practice.

This wonderful ecstacy is starting to pass and my eyes open to the back of my wife’s head. There is almost nothing I want more than to stay just like this until my wife’s tongue tires, which will not be any time soon. My hands release my daughter’s legs and move to Teresa’s head in preparation for what must happen next. I have to work to get her to move her tongue from our daughter’s clit and her face shows just how perturbed she is by being forced to stop her fun.

My eyes move down to my fully buried cock and I feel one last twitch as I give her the last of me. The ridges of her asshole are no longer close together and I enjoy just how stretched they appear around my still hard shaft. I slowly start to withdraw and her asshole grips down hard, which causes some to pull back with my movement. There is no doubt in my mind that my wife wants me to release her head, but she will have to wait to see what I am watching right now.

The slow release feels wonderful as the last of me leaves her tight hole and presses down to prevent any more abuse. I stand back and let my wife look at whatever she wishes. There is only heavy breathing coming from my daughter and I have no intention of letting it continue any longer.

I grin and call out before her tongue has a chance to get going again. “That’s enough, Teresa. Let our daughter up so she can get on her knees.”

Her grin matches mine as she rolls off of Susanna and starts to help her up. I can see my wife’s dripping on my daughter’s forehead and am looking forward to the time when it is much lower. My daughter’s dark eyes stare at my slick dick as my wife guides Susanna down slowly to her knees. There is little drool from her mouth and she licks her lips in preparation for taking my slowly softening shaft.

Her eyes move up as her lips part and I feel the wonderful sensation as she starts to take what she can. There will be no rushing this moment as she starts to explore and I know there are no walls left to break. My daughter’s tongue presses on some new spot and it sends shivers down my spine as my watches with an eagerness to join on her knees.

There is nothing Teresa can do right now, since our daughter is not showing any hint of relinquishing my cock. She presses her lips together and slowly withdraws my shaft from her mouth, which feels amazing. Upon being free, her hands hold up what has been cleaned and my daughter’s tongue seeks out what was unable to fit in her mouth.

I turn to my wife and press her lips to mine as my daughter sends chills through my body. Pressing my tongue into her mouth with no fight enables me taste what I am already familiar with. As I lose myself in the passion of the kiss and my daughter’s tongue, I know the future is looking very bright. My daughter truly belongs to me alone and she is my whore.

The End

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This took place quite a few years ago. Yet, the memory is still very vivid.

I was out of my Prep and to start my freshman-year in October. I got myself a decent summer job at one of the seaside resorts. Neither cash nor plenty of sex were in short supply those days. People have been always using their vacation to do the things they would normally stay away from. You are far away from home. No one really knows. No one really cares and they are also doing the same thing anyway.

I was swinging both ways at that time. A hot body was a hot body and whoever was willing to get it right now as opposed to ‘a bit later’ was welcome in my books. Girls knew, I was not into fidelity but I kept my gay side well under cover. Guys, on the other hand, knew I was scoring well above the average and that did not hurt either. Nothing succeeds like success or so they say…

Things started changing a bit towards mid-September. I met Mary-Ann who was going to attend the same college I got admitted to that fall. She was a soph girl at the time and we quickly clicked together. The summer was coming to its end anyway, and the days of limitless debauchery were numbered thin. Going ‘steady’ sounded kinda alright, though I had my own doubts and had no intention of ‘settling down’ and playing the role of a happy, monogamous boyfriend. Guess, monogamy has never really been my thing. Mary-Ann was neither deaf nor blind, though. What attracted her to me was that legendary story that I got laid with every qualified chick within the 2-hour drive from our resort base. (Admittedly, she did not know the other part, or pretended she did not. Whatever.) She was going to live with it all, for as long as she remained ‘the girlfriend’ and got recognized as such. She certainly had all the right attributes and was a fun guy to be with. (If I did not want sex, she knew I was hungry and made me a sandwich. That bit always worked. A simple, old but true cliché!)

Mary-Ann’s Birthday party practically coincided with the final week of our job assignments and all of us decided to make it our end-of-the-summer party, too. Basically, our last call to try and sort the things out before all of us took our separate ways.

Marcus was my co-worker, a seemingly very straight dude who was pretty much after Mary-Ann. I found him hot, good-looking, defined and all. Mary-Ann kept on giving him a cold shoulder, though. Just when I thought that everyone knew everything about everyone else at our resort, (save for the stuff, I did not want them to know) it suddenly looked like, something was wrong there. Good, ole’ Mary-Ann would normally flirt heavily and turn the dude down, when he was dead sure, he was going to score with her. Guess, I forgot to mention, she was a real bitch. She did not bother to go through those notions with Marcus. My curiosity was aroused and I thought the party would be a great chance to turn that stone, too. Not that it was any of my direct business.

For all of his bad luck with Mary-Ann, Marcus was a popular dude and was dating Isabelle pretty heavily. I knew Isabelle and have had a few chances to get to know her well. She was a bit too much into romance for my taste but sure did not miss a single opportunity to get her itch stilled, if she felt, the dude was qualified where it mattered. Been there done that and even did not bother to get a T-shirt.

Isabelle took a bee-line over to Mary-Ann, obviously to start on one of those absorbing subjects of the latest nail polishers or something to that effect. Being a co-host, I took Marcus on my side, offered him a drink and started the usual breeze-shooting session.

Yeah, he had no complaints. Life was treating him well. His college money was secured and he did earn a bit on the side. (For those of you, not familiar with the industry, it really was a code word for hustling or escorting on the side.) Now, this was news. Never a word about this on our bush telegraph. He was looking forward to signing up for the next summer, too. He liked the people, the cash and even the work. He was one happy trooper.

I went back to my host duties, mixed with the people and watched Marcus closely. He was befriending that bottle of vodka a bit too fast for his own good. The party was now getting in its full swing. Lots of guys came to say ‘bye, c ya,’. We all felt that somehow, the good times were over, for a while, at least. I thought I may as well score one more time before packing up to go. Men fuck, wussies socialize or so it says in my book.

I knew I was going to try my luck with Marcus. Risky as it was, he was the only guy on the grounds I still wanted (and thought I could jump) and I was not going to pass on this one, if I had any say in it. We were all checking out in some two days. Time was running short and so was the vodka in his bottle. Yeah, we all drunk in those days, but Marcus must have been doing a richly paid overtime. I did not like that overtime bit.

Besides, I needed to extract the two of us from the slowly dying party. For all I cared, he could drink somewhere else, too. And I certainly wanted to fuck him somewhere else, too. Since he claimed he was familiar with that Ankara escort hustling thing which has been going on all the way through, I thought, I’d play safe. I went over to him, showed him my pager (not that he was going to read anything on it) and said,

“Dude, they want me at the airport. Looks like one of our guys did not show up for work. Wanna come along?”

Obviously, he was either going to read the script and take it up or exit. No one would be embarrassed. At least not at this stage.

Fortunately, Marcus was holding his drinks well.

“Yah, dude! We’d better be going. Whatever they might need us for.”

He was fully compliant. He wanted himself outta there too. Hey, we drank; we ate and now was the time to bust the nut, one way or the other.

Holding my pager in my hand and gently pushing Marcus ahead of me, we went over to Mary-Ann, Isabelle and few other guys who were just hanging arpund and blurted out the news, pretending we were actually stoned but had to go anyway. Isabelle sounded like: ‘better you guys, then anyone of us’. Well, she did not quite know the script. That much was obvious.

I started leisurely towards my car and Marcus followed closely. The moment we both got in, he lit up for the first time that evening.

“Dude, thanks for getting my, or should I say, our asses away from that place. Sounded like a happy funeral with all those creeps there.” said Marcus with a note of ‘we-r-in-this-together’ in his voice.

Hope, no one gets me wrong here. I thought fucking Marcus was a good thing to do on that particular evening. I never thought starting a private conspiracy was in the cards, though.

“Sure, Dude. I thought I liked that story of yours of ‘making a bit on the side’. We could go through a six-pack together at my bungalow and you could fill me in on that one.”

“Wow, I was hoping you wouldn’t ask. I like to keep the rumors down, if you know what I mean? Do not want people talking.” Marcus was lying here and he was a poor liar at that. Sure, he did not want people talking. He wanted people envying him. Talk has been the least price ever paid for that deal.

“Like I said (I did not, but this sounded good and reassuring), your secret is safe with me.” I really did not care one way or the other. But Marcus wanted a firm word on this, so he got it. Another least price ever paid for a pending penetration.

I motioned Marcus out of the parked car and quickly hailed a cab. I was opening the door of my summer bungalow in less then ten minutes hoping to land that hustler stud on his back with his feet on my shoulders and the pained expression on his face in anything below the next 15 minutes. Yeah, we all kept scoreboards in those days. I soon started measuring the time needed to get where I wanted to be and was steadily increasing my speed. Practice makes perfect or something to that effect. Something was telling me that this time around, I was either going to have my average score ruined or not enter the score altogether.

I grabbed that cold six-pack and tossed a can over to Marcus. I wanted to know, I was not going to tell and we were two men, so there was nothing to be ashamed of.

There ensued a silence. Anticlimactic, bare silence.

I decided to give him another chance, lit two cigarettes and gave him one. You do not get closer to any male in a non-sexual context than this. He is putting his lips on where yours have been until a second ago. A powerful invitation to share in other pleasures. A firm, loud, ‘I-am-your-closest- friend-here’. I was good. And he started opening up.

“I suppose, I may as well just say that. I mean, I needed cash. So did everybody here, right?”

“Yeah, man, that’s why we all came here to work.” I confirmed, though I was still far away from catching his drift. Like most other people around the resort I seriously doubted the deeper truth here.

“I needed it more than all of you, guys. I am in bad shape.” Marcus went on.

“So, who has been burning your cash or should I rather ask the ‘what’?”

This was turning into a sadly predictable story of a young, still very much college-jock-to-be dude’s who was into some harsh, heftily priced stuff. Was I going to call this a consolation or an encouragement fuck in my books? But fuck, it was going to be.

“It is Isabelle, dude.” Marcus gulped down the last drops of his first beer in a record time and practically ate his cigarette with my spit on it.

“Isabelle?” This was more confusing than anything. “What’s wrong with her?”

“I have been paying her, ya know.” Marcus sounded broken here, yet willing to carry on with it.

“Dude, you have been paying her? For what, if I may ask?”

“To stay with me, pretend we were dating and all.”

“And you are not?” I ventured. I must have heard every single variation of the same story. She must have caught him in the act with another dude and he was now buying her silence. A totally outdated concept, if you asked me.

“No, we are not really dating. I never had a chance.”

“What makes you think so?” He was going to spill the beans now. This only goes Ankara escort bayan so far. Not that I ever boasted of indefinite patience.

“It all started just fine. I took her out for couple of drinks and a dinner. She did not want to appear cheap, you know? I’ll cut the standard details short. Looks like you have been there and done that more than any guy around here.”

Marcus needed some light encouragement here.

“Sure, dude! We all went through the same monkey business. You want to get laid, you pay the price. One way or the other.” I ventured.

“That one about the price is just about right. I just could not. You know… It just would not get going”, said Marcus.

This was as obvious as it ever gets. The dude could not get it hard. His best man declined him the favor. You do not think much about the penile dysfunction when you hit the college freshman class, do you? You have other problems to worry about.

“Gee, dude, this happens to all of us. Nothing to be happy about but, it sure happens. Not a biggie in my books.” I lied shamelessly. It has never happened to me. And yes, it is as embarrassing as it gets. There was no point in me telling him all that. He knew that alright.

This big lie worked like a charm. Marcus liked the support I was giving him. He liked the beer and the chance to share his little secret with a trustworthy guy. No matter what, I was not going to spill those beans. Frankly, I had little interest in the workings of his cock. I hoped he was a good cocksucker and he knew how to take it up his tail without too much drama. Yeah, it was going to hurt and all. I have grown very grateful to the dudes who have so far, saved me from letting me know how their assholes felt while I was having it my way with them. I expect a male to be a male under all circumstances. Hell, bite into something and keep it silent.

“So, we tried couple of times and it just wouldn’t work. I thought, something was wrong and started apologizing and all. Isabelle looked back and smiled coyly. She said, she heard, I was making some cash on the side with other men and I was not into women, in the first place. I mean, she was right. The bastard who tipped her off should be hanged by his balls. I was messing around with couple of older guys who were, you know, paying for it. Sounds strange, but I always wanted to do it. Yeah, I hesitated and all of that but when a guy offered me $200.00 to suck my dick, I did not say ‘No’, who would?”

Another lie was down my pipeline: “Sure, dude, who cares who sucks you, when two crisp Bens come out of it. Gee, no biggie!”

I am no better than the guy next door, so don’t get me wrong. But I do draw the line. I am not into hustling, unless, I like who I see and he is willing to pay for it. So far, the hot & cute freshman dudes did not come up with a good offer, and I strongly doubt they ever will. Why buy something that’s free anyway?

Marcus was taken aback here. “So, you’d have no problem with it? I never thought so! You are like the top dawg here and you’ll mess around with dudes for cash?”

Oups! This was taking a wrong turn. I needed to correct his perception ASAP. “Dude, so far, no one has offered, so I did not think about it. But, if I like the guy and the cash is plentiful, I’ll give it a thought or two. What’s wrong with that?”

Marcus was soon to know anyway, no harm in telling him upfront. It was hopefully going to speed it all up. Besides, I needed to regain the initiative here, too.

“Dude, since you opened up, I do not want to be a prick and hold my bit back. Hope, you understand the nature of these things round here and are not going to put it on the news, rite?”

Marcus tried to reassure me, his eyes burning with curiosity. I cut him short. Actually, I did not care. Other people talk, and I have fun. I see a difference here.

“Back at high school, I noticed a few guys from my basketball team, checking me under the showers and in the lockers, pretty much the same way, I would be eyeing up a chick. I guess I was giving them an eyeful, so they looked. At first, I did not make much out of it. But then, there was this lanky German kid, exchange student, an all around shy, if nice dude. A genuine redhead. He was looking more than the others and always smiled back. Now, I did not mind his looking, but I did not want the stories going around. Few short glances are standard. Guys, compare, few store up memories and few let the others know about the size of their endowment.” That was the part, I genuinely liked. It opened up quite a few new avenues for me. But, I am getting away from my subject, rite?

“So, I took the German kid aside and told him I was going to give him a lift home on that day.” He agreed, and knowingly smiled. I made sure I picked him up after the training, when all the guys were gone. He knew his plot, well. Anyway, for all his shyness, the dude did not hesitate to put his hand on my crotch the moment I sat behind the wheel. I did not know, if I liked that or not. But, I liked his courage. Yeah, we made a little detour on his way home and my dick and his ass became good, solid and lasting friends Escort Ankara for the whole term. Never regretted that. No shitting around, just pure sex.”

I was right on the dot. Marcus was tenting up big time. He was silent but was blushing like a teenage girl. Yup, we did the talk.

I stood up, stretched out a bit and pulled over my polo shirt. His eyes were glued onto my nipples and the washboard below. I placed my right nipple onto his lips and he started sucking at it, just the way I like it. Soft, yet determined to do it right.

I like taking my time. I have had my share of unmemorable fucks in the past and would skip on repeating that experience. But Marcus looked very promising. I helped him loose his t-shirt. We have seen each other shirtless many times that summer. Yet, the nicely defined chest and low body fat are always nice to look at.

He was about to loose his pants, too. This was where I had to start watching him closely. I had a bit of a plan here.

He progressed down to my belly button and was licking my treasure trail. He also started tugging at his cock, still in the red Speedos. I stopped him from doing that. I knew how to make him shoot without any handwork there and told him so. He looked even more embarrassed. Really embarrassed!

He looked up and said, “Dude, you wanna fuck me?” He sounded positively frightened. This was a total ‘no go’.

Now, that he put it in so many words, my only frank answer should have been, ‘Yeah, what else? Were you hoping? I was going to propose to you or something?’ But though I happen to have this big mouth, I also know when to keep it shut.

“Nope, dude, I know you are not that kind of guy. We are friends, we know each other so, you are fine with me.” I said.

Marcus lit up. I have just taken a huge burden of his chest. Messing around with another guy was bad in those days. But, yeah, you were drunk, the other dude was drunk and both of you wanted to get some relief. Lame, if you will, but still a far cry from picturing yourself lying on your back with your feet in the air taking up other’s dude massive tool up your ass, as if you were his bitch.

I led him towards my bed which saw a lot of hot action that summer.

“Dude, we are just going to help each other out a bit. That’s all!”

He calmed down completely and sat on my bed. I unzipped, pulled down my briefs and a fat 8-incher presented itself right in front of his lips. He looked up and his eyes locked with mine.

“I have never done this before, you know? Other dudes, those who paid me, only wanted to suck my dick.” he said. Well, I had my big doubts about that. Men love blowjobs and I figured, if they are paying, they also want to get their money’s worth. Little point in sharing my perceptions with him at this crossroads.

“Dude, this is all different. Like I said, you are my friend, you are helping me out. I’ll help you out, too.” This was good enough. He did not yet quite know that I was going help him pop his cherry that night and not suck on his dick, but sometimes such details are just best not mentioned at all.

Marcus went for it like a pro. He was taking all of the eight fat inches with some feigned gagging. OK, this looked sweet. There he was, a young, all-American jock sucking my fat, uncut dick, pretending that this was his first one. No harm done, he just wanted to make it better for me. And people lie all the time. Sue them!

I stood there rather motionless, save for the little caressing of his blond mane. He had a superb technique and was quickly changing before eating my cheese and deep-throating my whole, hot rod. This was pure heaven.

After a while, I started giving him a little, if gentle face fuck. It was too soon to drench his throat in my seed and frankly, I doubted he really wanted to taste me that intimately. But, hey, once you start sucking on other dude’s cock, accidents of that nature are bound to happen, sooner or later. Every cocksucker knows that. And, if he doesn’t? Well, he’ll learn fast, won’t he? It comes with the territory as they say.

Whatever little pretence of not being all that willing to take other guy’s cock in his mouth there was, was gone by now. He was getting a full, hefty face fuck and was loving it. He was gagging at it and even moaning like a little bitch that he really was. He got red in his face a lot, too. No one ever said sucking a big, veined, fat, uncut cock was easy. But he sure, loved it. His tongue was everywhere and hitting all the right spots. Nothing beats a man, who knows how to do it right.

I guess he knew what was coming. But he did not know that I knew how to control the tell-tale signs. By this time, he was getting used to my coming all the way to the explosion and then going somewhere else without the Big Bang. Neither he nor I really knew that the next time around, I was going to go all the way down, lock myself there and flood his throat. That was what I precisely did. He only got the news when the first volley of my cum hit his throat and put some little, token resistance. This was far too little, too late to impress either of us. Half of my mission for that evening was accomplished. I unloaded the rest straight into his mouth for him to eat and enjoy. I took his mouth and made him into my little cocksucker. He knew it and I knew it. No one would have been helped, if I stated the obvious.

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Years ago when we used to swing regularly. We used to go to this small club just outside Central London almost every fortnight. We went on different nights from Singles nights to couple nights. This particular night we went to a singles night where they had about 5 guys to each girl. It was a small club, a dance floor, a bedroom with a four poster bed which was next to the dance floor, on the other side of the dance floor was a smaller room which had a window into a larger room.

On this particular night, we arrived just after the club opened. We had danced around, talked to a few people. As with this club the action really doesn’t start until later in the evening. The first thing that we witnessed was a couple went into the four poster bedroom with another guy. The husband dropped his trousers and sat in a chair next to the bed and the guy and the wife stripped off completely. The guy then lay down on the bed, and the guy’s wife lent over the bed with her bottom toward her husband, giving this guy a blow job. Most the club, including my wife and I crowded at the door and into the room to watch. While we were watching, one of the guys we had been talking too earlier in the night was standing next to us observing the actions as well, he got a bit bolder and he started touching my wife’s breasts.

While we were all watching, another guy pushed past us all, he entered the room and dropped his trousers and pants and he started wanking his cock until he was very hard. He knelt behind the guy’s wife on the four poster bed and slid his cock straight in. She didn’t even turn around she just continued to give the guy on the bed a blow job. This guy started to fuck her slowly and then he gradually sped up his pace. The husband was obviously enjoying it all and was wanking himself very quickly while he watched this new comer fuck his wife and she was giving this guy oral.

The guy that was playing with my wife while we all watched was called John (not his real name), by now he had his hand in my wife panties, fingering her pussy, while we all watched the action. We watched as the husband looked on excitedly while this stranger fucked his wife and at the same time she was sucking the guy on the bed. The guy behind her started to really pound into her, she broke contact with the guy she was giving oral to moan very loudly. The guy behind her started to buck and we could all tell that he was spunking inside the guy’s wife. The guy just pulled out and got dressed, he then pushed past us all watching from the door, the guys wife still continued to give the guy on the bed oral, at no time did she turn around or look to see who had just fucked her. She had no idea who he was. At this point my wife mentioned in my ear that he hadn’t used a condom, we could all see his sperm dripping from her pussy, and it was running down her legs and also dripping onto the end of the bed. At that point Ankara escort the husband got up off his chair, kneeled down behind his wife and started to fuck her. She kept on sucking the guy on the bed, her head was bobbing up and down, the guy on the bed started to spunk, she pulled away and wanked his cock and we could all see his cum squirting out from his cock on to himself and her breasts. The guy on the bed cleaned himself up and then got dressed and left the room. We all watched this guy with his wife, he fucked her from behind like a piston engine, and then spunked inside her as well. What amazed us all, he pushed his wife onto her back on the bed and spread her legs wide and started to give her oral. A few people watching were excited at the idea, a few others were obviously disgusted. He spent ages licking and sucking on his wifes pussy. At this stage John had a finger in my wife and she was hanging on to me watching everything that was going on. I had her breasts out, pinching on her nipples, she was really breathing very hard.

Once the guy had finished giving his wife oral, they both got up, dressed and came out onto the dance floor. At this stage the spectator’s had all disappeared and John was lost back onto the dance floor.

My wife and I sat around the edge of the dance floor and occasionally danced. We had seen a few more couples playing in different rooms and on the dance floor. It was about one o’clock in the morning; most of the couples had played around except for us. We had even watched John fuck another couple through one of the viewing windows. It was about that time that John found us again.

We ended up against the wall of the four poster bedroom, it was very late in the morning. My wife was against the wall with myself on one side and John on the other. We established a crowd that was sitting on the bed, there were about four other couples and five single guys left in the club. A few of the couples had commented on wanting to watch us have fun and they started cheering us on.

The guys that were left, seemed to take the cheering as a sign to move in, within in a few minutes, my wife had about eight different hands on her, her top was very quickly undone in the front and her skirt was raised, her underwear pulled completely down, they got bolder and her skirt was completely removed, except for her top which was undone at the front she was almost completely naked. John was pushed out of the way by the guys, and reluctantly looked on whilst sitting on the bed . I reached one stage and found a number of hands touching her pussy. She was swamped, she had two guys sucking on her breasts, and she must have had about three sets of hands, playing with her clit and a couple of fingers belonging to different people moving in and out of her pussy. A couple of the guys had their cocks out trying to guide her hands onto them. She was very excited and Ankara escort bayan worried at the same time. I could see that she was getting very worried about things getting out of hand, the owner of the club could see that she was worried and decided to take matters into his own hands and said the club was closing.

He ushered everyone out except for us and John, once everyone had gone we ended up in the four poster bed room. We all started to strip off, myself and John ended up on the bed with my wife and the host sat in the same chair next to the bed and watched. He proceeded to wank his cock to full hardness while watching the three of us. My wife was on her back and I was giving her oral as she gave John a blow job, she was really enjoying herself and was moaning around John’s cock. When she was wet and ready, she started moaning that she needed a cock. I handed John a condom to put on, my wife interjected and wanted to feel John bareback, I glanced at her not approving but she pleaded and said that she got his cock hard and wanted to feel what is like without a rubber. I relented and nodded my head, my wife got on all fours and put her bottom to the edge of the bed towards the host. John walked around her and slide straight into her. I crawled under my wife and proceed to lick her clit, I could see John’s cock sliding in and out of her. I glanced over at the host between her legs and he smiled back while pumping his cock. I thought I would let John fuck her for a while and suggest a condom again. She was really into it now and John was really fucking her hard. She would sometimes stop sucking me to moan whilst John fucked her. I had given up on trying to lick and suck her clit, and just fingered her clit. I knew it would be long before John was going to cum. I crawled out from underneath her, and then kneeled in front of her, while John humped her she tried to suck my cock again. I suggested a condom, but she said no and was very adamant that she would let John fuck bareback. I didn’t object any further, my wife has a very naughty streak in her and when her mind is made up it is made up. It didn’t take long for John to announce that he was cumming, I watched his buttocks clench and he bucked and spunked into my wife. John withdrew and stood next to the bed.

She pushed me forward onto my back, in one smooth operation she moved her pussy onto my cock. She was riding up and down on my cock, John stood next to the bed sucking on her breasts. Her pussy was so wet, John really spunked her up well, his come was seeping out around my cock and becoming all foamed up. I was very aroused and it didn’t take me long to cum and I was pumping into her pussy.

The owner of the club got up from his chair, with a full erection, my wife rolled over onto the bed onto her back. I got up and searched my trousers for a condom and gave it to the him. I watched him, slip the condom Escort Ankara on his cock. He then got between my wifes legs in missionary style and started to fuck her, slow at first then harder. John knelt at her head, offering his cock to her which she tried to suck. I sat in the chair as I watched these two blokes make use of her. I needed take a pee, when I got back I from the bathroom I found them in a different position, The owner of the club was on his back, my wife was mounted on top of him riding up and down, John was lying at the head of the bed and my wife was trying to suck him back to life.

I sat back down in the chair to watch, whilst I was watching, I could see the guys cock sliding in and out of her pussy while she bounced her up and down on him. That’s when I noticed he wasn’t wearing a condom, I mentioned the condom, my wife broke lose from her sucking of John and said that it was getting in the way and she told him to remove it. He was really fucking her hard now, John not wanting to be left out, got down between the hosts legs and started playing with her bottom and pussy, She turned around and said to John not the arse, so then he got his cock and was sliding up into her pussy at the same time as the host was fucking her.

He was sliding his cock into her pussy in opposite rhythm to the host’s cock. He managed to get his cock into her pussy at the same time. I watched in amazement, she was impaled on two cocks. The two guys got into a rhythm, as one pulled out the other pushed in, taking turns in fucking her.

She was going out of control with the two cocks fucking her and was cumming continuously. The host couldn’t hold back any more and he started cumming, this triggered John at the same time. Both he and the host pushed deep inside her as they both release their hot spunk, she must have been stretched to the max as both their cocks longed to push deep inside her as they came. She looked like she was going to pass out.

John got up, she rolled over onto the bed and was breathing heavy and catching her breath. She lay on the bed with her legs spread wide for us to all see, cum was running out and all over her legs and the bed.

After we had all settled down, we decided to call it a night and we got dressed. We exchanged numbers with John.

As soon as we got home and through the door, she went to the bed room and stripped. When I entered the room, she was laying naked on the bed with her legs as far as possible apart. She was spreading her pussy lips, she looked me in the eye and told me she was a naughty wife because she had let three men cum in her and she had two cocks fuck her at once. I could see that she was very wet, I could see cum all over her pussy. Some of it had started to dry.

She told me she that I had better give her oral and fuck her again, I immediately stripped and knelt between her legs. Her pussy was so hot and I could smell the combination of all the spunk. I licked up and down and tried to fuck her with my tongue, she was going wild. I then fucked her until I added another load. Out of all our swinging adventures that was the most memorable.

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Hi I’m Liz and I’m 31 years old. I work in a local school as a secretary / finance officer. At Easter we had a new head teacher start work at the school. His name’s John and he is 45 years old. We soon established a very good working relationship. At the end of the first week of the new term in September he informed me that there was a conference / training course on office management and finance taking place and was designed to assist in the introduction of new financial systems. He told me the course was on Monday afternoon and Tuesday morning in two weeks time and was to take place in Birmingham. He said I needed to attend along with him because the new financial systems would be introduced in April. He also said that an overnight stay on the Monday night would be required and did I mind. I told him that that would be no problem.

On the Monday we travelled to Birmingham and checked into the the hotel, the venue for the conference. We had lunch with some other delegates and spent time in seminars and practical computer sessions during the afternoon, finishing at about six o’clock. I met John to go for an evening meal at seven. We had a drink with other delegates in the bar before enjoying a nice meal. After eating most people returned to the bar and informal socialising took place with chat over a couple of drinks. I had never seen John in an informal setting before and he was quite the centre of attention. At about ten thirty John and I were two of the few left in the bar and we decided to call it a night. Both John and I had rooms on the tenth floor so we made our way to the lift. In the lift John stood on the opposite side to me and I could tell he was just looking at my face. Before reaching our floor I said “What’s so interesting about my face? What are you thinking?”

“Nothing just private thoughts.”

“Come on you can tell me.”

“Not really.” The lift came to a halt on our floor. As the doors opened I stood between them blocking John’s exit.

“I’m not moving until you tell me.”

“No.”

“We could be here all night, go on tell me.” The drink had probably made me a little more relaxed to be talking to my boss this way.

“O.K then. I was pondering what your face looks like when you cum.” I was taken totally off guard by this remark and John could clearly see this. “You look surprised, but you did ask. I hope I haven’t upset you but last term I overheard a conversation you were having with Maggie (the other worker in the office), you were discussing me. When she asked you what you thought of me you replied that you ‘certainly wouldn’t kick me out of bed’. I’ve been thinking about that comment ever since and realised that you would have had to be asked into bed before you could be kicked out. I’ve been thinking about it again all day.”

I didn’t say anything. I knew what he was suggesting and my head was in a spin what with the situation and having consumed a little drink. I led the way along the corridor, towards my room, I opened the door and in an instant I had reached behind me, caught hold of Johns hand and was leading him behind me into my room. I moved forward and heard the door click shut behind us. “You’ve invited me into your room are you inviting me into your bed?” I heard John’s voice questioning behind me. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

“I’ve been married for five years and nothing like this has ever happened before.”

“There is always a first time and don’t worry everything will be alright I’ll take care of you.”

“I don’t know if I want this.”

“I think you do. You wouldn’t have let me in if you didn’t.” I felt him move closer “We can move as slow as you want,” he whispered close to my ear. I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. “It’s not wrong for you to enjoy pleasure, just relax. I promise I’ll fuck you nice and slow, if you’ll let me, and we won’t do anything that you don’t like.” I felt his tongue lick gently at my earlobe and could hear the sound of his breathing in my ear “I want to make you feel good.” I felt his arms circling me as his hands came up and softly cupped and squeezed each breast through my dress. I gave out a feint sigh. “There that wasn’t so bad was it, I think you liked it. Do you want me to continue?”

“Mmmm,” I responded, biting my lip; still not clear in my head as to what to say.

“Good,” he said softly but quite firmly, taking charge. “I’m going to fuck you until I make you cum. Do you want me to wear protection?”

“I…I….I’m not sure,” I said nervously still not having thought clearly.

“If we do it without I think it will be far more enjoyable for both of us.”

“O.K then.” I consented and with that he released my boobs and walked past me. He took my hand and led me further into the room.

“The beds in these hotels are nice and large for playing around on. Is there anything special you’d like me to do with you?”

“No, just be gentle and take it slow.” I knew his questioning seemed a little cold and practical but he asked in such a kind and tender way. He just wanted to know my likes and it helped Ankara escort put me at ease.

“Well be a lot more comfortable without our clothes. Can I help you with your dress?”

“Thank you.”

It wasn’t long before John had reached the stage of removing my panties leaving me in only my white hold up stockings. “Will you leave your stockings on?

“Of course if that’s what you’d like.”

“Go and lie down, I’ll join you in a minute,” he said as he started undressing himself. I moved towards the bed and made myself comfortable lying down on my back. I was beginning to gain a little more composure, although I was still a little dazed by what was happening. John came over to the bed. He was standing looking down at me “You look better than I ever imagined.”

“Come to bed.”

“Is that my invitation?”

“I suppose it is.” John clambered onto the bed kneeling at the side of me. His hands reached out and lightly brushed over my breasts.

“Your tits look gorgeous.”

“I think they’re too small.”

“Not for me they’re not. I prefer small firm tits and yours with those long thin nipples look fantastic. Your little tits were something that attracted me from my first meeting with you. They even distracted my attention a couple of times during my interview as you sat there taking notes. Let’s not talk about them as I’m sure they’d prefer to be given some attention.”

“I’m sure they would.” John lowered his head and sticking out his tongue he circled it around my right nipple before sucking it into his warm mouth licking it and gently nipping it with his teeth. It sent a sharp little quiver through my stomach, I was enjoying this. He transferred his attention to my left nipple, repeating his action, whilst rolling my right one between his thumb and finger. He then began rolling and tweaking both of them. “They’re so long and hard, you’re clearly quite an excited lady already. I’d love to have a taste of your pussy; will you be happy to suck my dick at the same time?”

“I love having my pussy eaten and sucking you is no problem.” I replied as John raised himself on top of me and adjusted his position to facilitate a 69. He was squatting over my face and his fairly long and ample looking circumcised cock was hanging down towards me. I could see clearly that his balls were shaved clean of pubic hair; they looked rather small in comparison to the size of his cock. John had reached down and pulled my knees up towards him. Sliding his hands down the inside of my thighs he manoeuvred my legs underneath his arms pulling them further towards him.”

“Is that comfortable for you?

“Its fine, my pussy feels so exposed like this.”

“Is that a problem?”

“No.”

“Good! Your pussy is so neatly trimmed. In my mind I’d expected to find a very bushy snatch, it’s funny what we picture in our minds.”

“Have you been picturing me then?”

“Many times.” I felt Johns hands either side of my pussy slowly pulling me more open. “Wonderfully pink and wet.” John lowered his head and I felt his tongue touch me in that area between bum and pussy. He dragged it back along the whole length just flicking my clit as it completed its journey. He continually repeated this action. It felt wonderful. I decided to take a little action myself. I reached out and caught hold of John’s cock with both hands. I started stroking and pulling on his rapidly hardening length. My first assumptions were right he was long and quite fat a good deal longer and fatter than my husband. I stuck out my tongue and began licking his head before allowing it to enter my mouth. I slid his cock further into my mouth until it felt comfortable. He was not all in by any means and he made no effort to make me take more. I began sucking and licking his cock and he began pushing it in and out of my mouth, but never working beyond my comfort zone. In the meantime he had started to explore my love hole pushing his tongue as far up me as he could and wiggling it about. He then started to concentrate on my clit. His tongue began circling all over it. I then felt his fingers working at the side. “Yes that’s it your hard little nub is sticking right out from its hood,” he said before gently easing it between his lips and licking it. This was incredible. I released his cock from my mouth.

“Oh shit! John! You’re making me cum!” I screamed and my body began shaking as an incredible climax ripped through me. John continued to suck my clit but was getting gentler as I eased down from the incredible explosion in my tummy. John released my clit and slowly pulled my pussy open with his hands.

“Wow Liz, you’re so wet baby, you let a lot of juice go then.”

“It’s down to you, you made me do it.” I informed him as I felt his tongue once again probing my love hole and lapping up my cum.

“Liz you taste terrific. Would you like to fuck now or do you need a rest.”

“No, fuck me now. I want you inside me”

“We’ll take it easy,” he said as he released my legs and raised himself off me. Still lying on my back he eased my legs apart and kneeling Ankara escort bayan between them he placed his hard cock at my entrance, slowly working his head inside and then more and more of him until he was inside. He began a slow rhythmic action sliding his cock out, just leaving the head in, before sliding it back up me. It felt wonderful and he kept going for a long time. “Do you want me to go deeper?” He enquired.

“Please.” I replied. He placed his hands behind my knees which were already bent and lifting them gently he forced them back either side of my head. He had left his cock inside me and he set about his rhythmic action again but each in stroke now penetrated deeper into my cunt. I was in heaven as he began to increase his pace and the feelings welled in my stomach as he made me cum again. “Wow John you’re making me cum again.”

“I told you I’d take care of you. Roll over and get on your knees,” he said as he removed his cock and moved away to the side. I got to my knees and John positioned himself kneeling behind me. He pulled my pussy open and once again slid his cock inside me. He started to fuck me once more with his long slow strokes. I felt him get to his feet and he was now above me with knees bent. He was now able to penetrate deeper on each in stroke. He again quickened his pace.

“Oh God John I’m cumming again. Aaaaaaagh!” I shouted.

“Lie down on your front, get your legs together but don’t let me slip out of you.” I eased myself down as requested and John was lying on my back with his cock going between my closed legs and into my hole. “I’m just going to move slowly and let you rest,” he said. He did just that moving his cock in and out but only by about two inches. I slowly began to recover and it was so gentle and considerate of him. We seemed to be like this for an age, not saying anything just enjoying the calm. I then felt John’s hand squeezing its way under my body. It wriggled until he had my clit under his finger. He moved it in a small circle pressing down on my button as he continued the small strokes with his cock. I began to feel a tingling and I knew I was cumming again but this time it was not so intense it trickled through me slowly and I was making small incontrollable jerking movements. I had never had a cum like that before. “Would you like to sit on my dick? I can play with those lovely little tits if you do.” John rolled off me and onto his back. I got myself up and could see his still fully hard cock standing up. I straddled his hips and rising up I was able to use my hand to guide his cock into my cunt. I lowered myself slowly until I felt myself sitting on his balls. He reached out and began squeezing each breast with one hand. He began rolling and squeezing my nipples. “Liz why don’t you start to ride me?” I began rising and lowering myself up and down his hard pole. His hands were under my buttocks encouraging me to go faster. Once again I felt that familiar feeling welling up inside me as I collapsed forwards onto his chest as I was cumming again. I lay there feeling very content and secure as once again I recovered myself.

“John I want you to cum.”

“Are you going to suck me again?”

“Yes please.” I replied as I lifted myself clear. I fell onto my back. John had got up and was standing on the floor. He caught hold of my hands and gently pulled me towards the edge of the bed. My arms hung down nearly touching the floor and my head was just over the edge. John stood over me and lowered his balls towards my mouth. I liked each one in turn before sucking it into my mouth and rolling it around gently. The head of Johns cock was resting on my lips as I opened my mouth and he lowered himself inside. I wrapped my lips around the shaft as John began to push it in and out. On each inward stroke it went in a little further until I felt it slide into my throat as I deep throated him and took it all. John withdrew his cock. “Cum in my mouth,” I instructed him. John began wanking his cock before returning it to my mouth which closed tightly round it as it began to twitch and four large loads of sperm filled my mouth. He removed his cock as I savoured his taste before swallowing. John was still wanking his cock.

“Open your mouth again baby,” he said as again his cock was in my mouth and I received another two loads of cream. I swallowed again as I felt his cock starting to soften in my mouth. John removed his cock and scrambled onto the bed. “Come up here and have a cuddle.” I wriggled over to him and nuzzled my head into his chest. He stroked my hair and face in a very caring and loving way. “I wanted to see what your face looked like when you were made to cum. You didn’t disappoint you came so many times tonight Liz, at least five. Your pussy was so wet each time you’re quite a prolific juice producer.”

“You can talk I’ve never known anyone fill my mouth with cum then fill it again straight away.”

“Did you like it?”

“Mmmmm, it tasted good.” John continued stroking my hair.

“Wake up sleepy head.” I heard a voice saying. I could also feel something stroking across my bum. Escort Ankara I opened my eyes and could see John.

“What time is it?”

“It’s seven o’clock.”

“Have you been here all night?”

“Yes I didn’t want to leave you; you were all cosy sleeping cuddled on my chest. This is the first time that my cum has had such a soporific effect.”

“It was you making me cum repeatedly that tired me out. Oooooh your hands doing nice things on my bum, I like you squeezing it. You’re so gentle.”

I felt Johns finger sliding down between my cheeks and he’d soon curved it under and pushed it inside my cunt. “Liz you’re very wet already. If we missed breakfast I could fuck you again.”

“That sounds good.”

“I’d like to fuck you standing up. It’s a thought I’ve had for a while. You always get me excited when you bend over to put files in the middle drawer. Your tight trousers show off your pert little bum and I can always see the outline of your little panties.”

“You have been watching closely.”

“Liz get my dick hard for me.” I caught hold of his cock, it was already semi-hard. I shuffled down and soon had him in my warm mouth. With a little sucking and squeezing of his balls I soon had his cock ready. “Come over here,” he said taking my hand and walking me over to the wardrobe. “Lean forward and put your hands on the mirror.” I did as requested and John came behind me pushing my legs apart. He worked his cock up into me and started to fuck me. I could see everything in the mirror. One of John’s hands came round and began playing with my breast and nipple; the other found its way to my clit.

“John don’t stop make me cum. That’s it oooooooooooh.” My legs buckled under me as I started cumming. I fell to my knees. John came round and stood in front of me offering up his cock to my mouth. I sucked it in and using my hand I wanked up and down his shaft until he started to twitch filling my mouth with hot sticky liquid. I swallowed all of it.

John got himself semi-dressed “I need to get back to my room, see you in the seminar,” he said as he exited my room.

We had a busy morning and left the hotel at one o’clock. We discussed the seminars and conference on the way home but nothing about the night before. Nothing was mentioned on the Wednesday or Thursday at school either. Friday was our occasional day’s holiday. On the way out of school on Thursday evening John pulled up alongside me in the car park. He wound his window down “I want to have you again. Come round to my house tomorrow about nine.” He wound his window up and drove off before giving me a chance to reply.

Going to Johns was no problem as my husband was at work and I had a free day.

I arrived at Johns at nine and parked in the driveway. I went up to the front door and rang the bell. To my surprise the door was opened by a dark haired lady, late thirties, five feet two and quite attractive. “You must be Liz come on in. I’m Carol John’s wife. John won’t be long he’s just out walking the dog. Can I take your jacket?”

“Err yes,” I replied taking my jacket off and passing it to Carol.

“Come on through to the kitchen I’ve got a pot of coffee on the go.” Carol ushered me through to the kitchen and made me coffee. “How was Birmingham? It sounds as though you had a busy schedule.”

“Yes it was rather. Quite a bit to assimilate in a short time.”

“I hope John took care of you.”

“Yes he did, he was very supportive.”

“All this work you both have to do. Doesn’t your husband mind that you’re working on your day off?”

“Not really, he’s at work anyway so it’s not that important.”

“So your husband believes your busy with school work when actually you’re here to do naughty’s with my husband. Don’t look so worried Liz I know all about you and John. We have a very open marriage and I knew John was hoping to have you in Birmingham.”

The door from the garden opened and in walked John “Hi Liz! I didn’t know if I’d see you or not today. I’m glad you decided to come. You’ve met Carol then; I hope she’s looking after you.”

“Yes, we’ve got coffee and I was just telling Liz about our open relationship and that I know all about the two of you in Birmingham.”

“That sounds fine. You can talk a little more because I’m going to have a shower and you can both join me in a little while,” John said as he left the room.

“You look worried Liz, there’s no need to be both John and I frequently take other partners for our mutual satisfaction. I know John was very satisfied with you in Birmingham.”

“I enjoyed John as well.” I didn’t know what else to say. Although very strange everything seemed very comfortable talking this way with Carol. “I’m sorry but this has been a bit of a shock, finding you here and everything.”

“I hope we haven’t upset you. It wasn’t our intention to make you feel uncomfortable. John wanted to have you again and I wanted to meet you and be there too. I didn’t know if today was going to be possible due work commitments and I only confirmed it with John as he was leaving school yesterday. Just so you know we’ve been seeing other partners for about ten years. I believe Johns your first since you’ve been married. I’m glad you had a good experience, he must have done something right to attract you back again.”

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