Ay: Mart 2023

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

“Okay, I’ve got him now, so fuck him good, Hank!” My girlfriend Sheila Sebastien all but shouted as she held my ass cheeks wide open while my buddy Henry “Hank” Mathieu got behind me and rubbed his hard dick against my well-lubricated asshole. Truth be told, I was quite nervous but I must admit, part of me was also craving this. That’s what happens when you’re a bisexual brother. Got all kinds of desires which can take hold of you at any given minute, yup.

Guess you’re probably wondering who this is. The name is Christophe Robillard, my friends call me Chris, and I’m a young black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Montreal, Quebec. I attend the University of Montreal, and as you may have already guessed, I’m totally bisexual. If my bedroom is a tad bit crowded tonight it’s because I let my girlfriend Sheila talk me into a threesome with my good friend Hank, who got kicked out by his obnoxious and closeminded parents, hence why he’s crashing at my pad.

“Oh yeah, Chris definitely has a cute ass, thanks for prepping it with Aloe cream for me, Sheila, ” Hank said, laughing as he gently caressed my ass. I turned around briefly and locked eyes with Hank, who grinned at me. Hank is six-foot-one, dark-skinned and muscular, with a smooth shaved head and a slick goatee. The brother has been my best friend since our halcyon days at Saint Justinian Academy in the north end of Montreal, Quebec.

We are both from a Haitian immigrant background. I was born in the City of Montreal to immigrant parents, while Hank was born in Cap-Haitien, northern Haiti, and moved to Quebec in his younger days. We grew up in the same neighborhood of Montreal-Nord, attended the same predominantly Haitian church, which, if you know anything about Haitians, is saying a lot. Our parents knew each other and everything. Yeah, Hank and I have always been tight.

After high school, Hank went to Concordia University to study civil engineering and I went to the University of Montreal to study computer science. Truth be told, I always had a bit of a crush on Hank but I never acted on it because I thought he was straight. I never would have guessed, since the dude always had a girlfriend, and not just any girlfriend. Hank always gets the dime pieces. Me? Not so much. I lucked out when I met Sheila Sebastien, seriously.

As you may have guessed, my girlfriend Sheila Sebastien is something else. Born in Les Cayes, southwestern Haiti, and raised in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, Sheila is a newcomer to the University of Montreal campus. She transferred from Carleton University and is studying for her MBA. With a unique combination of altitude, beauty, brains and booty, Sheila is what I call a Haitian Amazon. Don’t come at a female like that unless you’re correct, brothers.

The first time I saw this six-foot-tall, thick, fine-as-hell sister with the Jill Scott type of Afro, the dark brown skin and thick round and heart-shaped booty, I knew I wanted to make her mine. When you meet the one, you simply know. Sheila is six-feet-tall, bodacious and fearless, while I’m five-foot-nine, somewhat chubby and nerdy with thick glasses, but we clicked anyway. I should mention she’s a sexual dynamo. More fun for me, I guess.

“Oh yeah, Hank, I’ve fucked his ass with my strap-on many times, it shouldn’t be too tight for your big ole dick, hope büyükçekmece escort you like the feel of Magnum condoms, that’s all Chris and I use, ” Sheila said, laughing and playfully slapping my ass. Damn, I know we’re among friends, but does Sheila have to go there? Yes, I let my woman fuck my ass with a strap-on dildo. Don’t judge me.

Why is that, you may ask? Oh, there are a myriad reasons. It’s primarily because I’m kinky, and I’m usually a bottom with men, but I swore to my beloved Sheila that I’d be faithful to her, so she’s the only one I’ve let anywhere near my ass throughout our passionate, at times tumultuous relationship. Yes, bisexual men can be faithful to the women in their lives. Now it’s a different story, since Sheila revealed to me that she’s okay with threesomes.

“No worries, Sheila, I won’t wreck Chris’s ass too much,” Hank said, laughing and I shook my head. Why am I always surrounded by clowns? I felt Hank’s fingers up my ass, and heard Sheila tell him to add more lubricant. Damn, how did I let myself get talked into this again? Oh yeah, my best friend Hank came out as bisexual on Facebook, much to my shock ( and delight, since I kind of fancied Hank for years ) and my kinky girlfriend Sheila talked the two of us into this tryst that we’re doing now. Women, eh?

“Um, be careful you two, this is my ass we’re talking about,” I whispered and Sheila’s lovely face was suddenly in front of mine, her dark eyes glistening with mischief…and lust. Grinning wickedly, Sheila kissed me on the lips, and I kissed her back. Too late I realized that she was merely silencing me the best way she knew how. My buddy Hank’s dick popped into my ass, and a mixture of exquisite pleasure and wicked pain washed over me.

“Oh fuck,” I cried out, the moment Sheila stopped kissing me. Laughing, Sheila rubbed her big tits together, and then rubbed them against my face. I sucked on Sheila’s tits and she giggled and winked at me. Meanwhile, Hank was working his dick up my ass like a pro. Damn, his dick wasn’t as long as Sheila’s seemingly endless supply of strap-on dildos, but it was decidedly thicker. Which made it hard on my ass, pun intended.

“Chris, you alright?” Hank paused to ask, and I turned around once again, and was surprised to see a look of concern on Hank’s handsome face. I nodded, and Hank smiled, then resumed fucking my ass. I groaned as Hank’s dick sank deeply inside of me, going in places where no one had been before. Dildos are fun, and strap-on dildos even more so, but live dick is priceless. I say this as something of a connoisseur, folks.

“Yo, Chris, don’t leave your woman hanging, bro, eat her pussy,” Hank said, tapping my ass for emphasis. I turned around and shot him a look and my buddy grinned, and I turned and looked at Sheila’s grinning face. Looks like it’s two against one, not that I mind going down on my lady. Leaning back on the bed, Sheila spread her thick, sexy golden brown thighs invitingly.

“Hmm, yummy,” I said, looking up at a grinning Sheila, who nodded eagerly. Without further ado, I buried my face between my lady love’s thighs, and began to lick and tease the hell out of her wet, hairy cunt. A lot of guys don’t like hairy women but they’re totally my thing. I asked Sheila to stop shaving and she was totally fine with that. fatih escort More fun for me. I like to go muff diving in an actual muff, you know.

“Oh yeah, Chris, go for it,” Sheila said, giggling as I stuck two fingers into her cunt, teasing her clit with my tongue while fingering her. Meanwhile, Hank buried his dick even deeper in my ass. The brother went so deep that I felt his balls against the groove of my ass. Damn, I hadn’t gotten fucked like this in a long time and loved every minute of it. Got to intense that I had to focus in order to lick my lady, seriously.

“Damn, that ass is too tight for me,” Hank said, and I heard him sigh and moan as he pulled out of me. I winced as Hank pulled his dick out of my ass, and suddenly felt empty, but whatever. Sheila laid her hand firmly on the back of my neck, and I looked up at her. The stern expression on my lady’s beautiful face surprised me.

“Eat it right,” Sheila said, and I smiled and nodded. I lapped away at her cunt like a thirsty nomad finding an oasis after many days in the desert. Sheila closed her eyes, and I saw her voluptuous, Amazonian body shudder as I pleasured her with my mouth and fingers. I chanced a glance at Hank, and saw him sitting on the other side of the bed, stroking his dick while watching Sheila and I.

“The two of you are beautiful together,” Hank said, and Sheila’s eyes snapped open, and she grinned, then looked at me. Sheila winked at me, and then smiled at Hank. Just like that, we switched things up. This might be my apartment but everyone knows the lady of a house always takes control of everything going on in said house. It’s just the way of the world. Besides, I was too horny to argue, and Sheila always gets her way anyway.

“Let’s get this show on the road,” Sheila said, and next thing I knew, my lady shoved me against the pillows and then kissed me. Hank joined us, and I watched as my buddy grabbed my dick and stroked it. Winking at me, Hank kissed me on the lips, and then kissed Sheila, who caressed his muscular, tattooed chest and then looked at me.

“Chris, Hank and I are going to suck your brains out, think you can handle it?” Sheila said, a daring look in her lovely, fearless eyes. I grinned and nodded, and just like that, my best friend and my girlfriend went down on me. Sheila sucked my dick while Hank massaged my balls and then sucked on them like they were sugar cubes. Oh shit, this is driving me nuts in a most wonderful way.

“Yo, Chris, which one of us is better?” Hank said, grinning at Sheila, before he flicked his tongue on my dick head. Sheila licked my ball sac, then looked at me expectantly. I looked at them both, and then bit my lip. Alright, that’s the bisexual man’s eternal dilemma. Whom does one prefer, the woman or the man? Fuck it, I’m greedy and I want it all.

“You both rock, can’t choose between my lady and my best guy,” I said, grinning, while mentally keeping my fingers crossed. Somehow, that answer seemed to satisfy Sheila and Hank, and they resumed sucking my dick like it was a contest. Hell, maybe for them it was. Whatever, I loved every moment of it. When I came, Sheila and Hank drank my seed, and I smiled, for I was a happy camper.

“That was fun, now I need you both to cooperate so you can satisfy me,” Sheila said, eyeing Hank and I lustfully, esenyurt escort while licking those succulent lips of hers. What do you think Hank and I said to that? I kissed Sheila, and then sucked on her left breast while Hank sucked on the right one. I slid my hand between her thighs and fingered her pussy, and Sheila moaned softly, and urged me to continue.

“Hank, my dear, I want to taste you, if that’s okay with Chris here,” Sheila said, a challenge in her voice. I looked at her, then at Hank. Shoot, I’m not the jealous type. Grinning, Hank stroked his big ole dick, which served the hell out of my ass earlier, and fed it to Sheila’s full lips. Winking at me, Sheila grabbed Hank’s dick and began sucking on it with gusto.

Alright, I’m not going to sit here and tell you I didn’t feel a certain way when I watched my best friend Hank get his dick sucked by my girlfriend Sheila. Bisexual or not, a man is a man. Don’t forget that. About the scenario unfolding before me, I felt mixed emotions. Lust, envy, and more lust. A thought occurred to me. This is my three-bedroom apartment in Montreal-Nord which I pay for, and my damn bed, and fuck it, I can do whatever I want.

“Sheila, got room for one more?” I said, stroking my dick while looking at Hank. Sheila reached for my dick and stroked it, and then, amazingly, she managed to take both Hank and I into her mouth. Dammit, this woman is simply amazing! Sheila sucked us both, and in no time, I was harder than a rock. Which is good because I was horny as hell, and wanted to park my dick in someone’s hole. Didn’t matter to me whose hole it is.

“Alright, guys, let’s fucking do this,” Sheila said, laughing, and I kissed her, as did Hank. Reaching for the same bottle of Aloe cream that Sheila used on my ass earlier, I took some. So did Hank, who grinned at me. Just like that, we took Sheila. Now, in porno flicks, threesomes happen smoothly without any awkwardness. In real life, not so much.

“Sheila, ride Hank, and let me get a shot at that ass,” I said, slapping Sheila’s big brown butt for emphasis. Sheila rolled her eyes and I grinned then kissed her, while Hank gave me the thumbs up sign. We rolled condoms on our dicks. Hank lay on the bed, his hard black dick standing straight up, his muscular body glistening with sweat. For a brief moment I wished I were the one about to ride him like this, but only for a moment.

“Let’s see if you can handle all this,” Sheila said challengingly to Hank, then she turned around and blew me a kiss. I winked at her, then stroked my dick before adding more lube. I spread Sheila’s ass cheeks wide open and lubricated her hole thoroughly. You can never have too much lubricant when it comes to anal sex, I swear. I pressed my dick against Sheila’s backdoor and laid my hands on her wide hips, then I waited.

“Go for it,” Sheila said, and just like that, she impaled her cunt on Hank’s dick. That’s my gal, she’s such a trooper. A heartbeat later I eased my dick into Sheila’s asshole. Sheila shrieked, and I stopped, as did Hank. Sheila took a deep breath, and then nodded at me after I inquired if she was alright. I resumed fucking her, as did Hank. We buried our dicks into Sheila’s holes, and the tall Haitian Amazon howled in pleasure as we fucked her silly.

Much later, Sheila, Hank and I lay on the bed, happy as can be. I lay sandwiched between my best friend and my girlfriend. Had a big smile on my face that had little to do with sex. Seriously, I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy. I smiled at Hank, and Sheila, and they smiled in turn. Without another word, I hit the light, and then we went to sleep.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

My first time on an organised solo, gay sail holiday; I joined a large 65ft charter yacht berthed in a marina in Plymouth, for a two week holiday sailing to France and back via the Isles of Scilly. It was the first time that I had done this type of holiday, but I did have some offshore sailing experience.

On arrival in Plymouth I met the skipper of the yacht; he looked the Captain Birds Eye character, complete with white beard. He introduced me to his full time crew. A Sailing Master who looked like the old man of the sea, with a heavy Cornish accent, that he was very proud off, a Mate and a Cook, from his round shape must have enjoyed the food he prepared. We were to refer to them as Skipper, Master, Mate and Cook, a sailing tradition; so they claimed.

I was then introduced to my sailing companion’s that had already arrived on board. I was also introduced to Jim, whom I had never met before, but was to share a small cabin with for the next two weeks. We were both about the same age and build, I was from the North he was a local from Devon. Jim showed me the cabin and where to store my gear; the cabin was small but comfortable. Given the confined space within the cabin, it was clear Jim and I were going to get to know each other, well, during the next two weeks. I had the top bunk, Jim the bottom bunk.

After lunch the Skipper outlined where we would be going, what we would all be doing on board during the next two weeks and gave us a safety briefing. There were sixteen guests, on board, all male, most were couples or knew each other as friends before this holiday. Essentially we were paired off to crew the yacht. Two on sails, two helming, two as deck hands, under the supervision of the Skipper, the Sailing Master or the Mate at any one time. Two were assigned as galley slaves under the supervision of the Cook. We would all take turns on each of these duties. We spent the afternoon getting to know how the yacht worked and where things were stowed. By late afternoon we seemed to get the grasp of what was expected of us.

We spent the evening getting to know each other over an excellent meal prepared by the Cook and his two slaves, with drinks to follow. We all seemed to get along well with each other, although this would be put to the test over the next few weeks. As we were to leave early next morning to catch the tide out the river Tamar; we all turned in early.

Due to the confines of the cabin Jim and I had a challenge to get ready for bed; we kept bumping and rubbing each other as we maneuvered to get undressed. In many ways it was fun and a bit erotic.

We were both finally down to short close fitting bikini type underwear. Do we stop there or go for the full display. I was starting to feel, well a bit over aroused and would show if we undressed further. I think Jim was thinking this too. As we were about to climb into our bunks we were hit with the wash from something either travelling too fast or large or both leaving the marina.

We both collided and ended up face to face, bodily pressing on each other, intimately; I could feel Jim was aroused, as was I by this time. Also; I could see it in Jim’s eyes, like me, he was enjoying the moment. Jim then ran his finger down my arm, slowly and seductively, while nibbling my ear lobe, I mimicked his gesture. Both our hands reach each other’s underwear in unison, slipping our fingers inside exploring each other’s arousal. We both then slid each other’s underwear off in unison. Both being fully aroused by this time rubbed each other intimately, we felt a response building.

As we embraced each other we both decided to go to the next stage, it wasn’t long before we had positioned ourselves on Jim’s bunk. The close confines of the bunks bulkheads, gave us good positioning. akbatı escort Jim engaged with me, slowly penetrating to start with, and then he started to ungulate slowly. As he started to cum his rhythm increased until he unloaded. We changed position and I started to engage with Jim, after what seemed a long time I unloaded too.

We disengaged and started spooning each other. The bunks were not that wide to share all night. Not sure what to do next. We went to our respective bunks but with our underwear on this time. Next morning we got dressed one at a time. Although I did feel Jim’s wandering fingers from time to time, as he did mine.

Our holiday started proper the next day, as it was a very hot summer day we were all got dressed down to swimwear, tops and trainers.

Leaving the marina the Skipper took charge, before long Jim and I were on the sails as we both had done some sailing before. Took a while before we were both working together, initially we were almost literally getting tangled up with each other as we set the sails. Again as we bumped and rubbed against each other, we were both starting to enjoy the experience, again. Not as erotic as last night but comfortable with each other’s close presence; as we set the sails and cleared away the sheets and lines. The Master was a perfectionist regarding the tiding of his sails and lines. All ship shape and Bristol fashion he kept quoting in his Cornish accent. He was one of those really likable guys, even if he was telling you for the third time to do it again.

There was a lot of body contact between us throughout our watch, which we both didn’t seem to mind. But I think liked. By the end of our four hour stint we had got to know each other and became comfortable working together. We went down below to the large table to have lunch, was a bit crowded. Jim was sitting closely next to me; our legs were touching and rubbing as we sailed. Adding to what we had already experienced. I started to think maybe tonight we might just sleep naked.

After lunch, being off watch, we went topside and stripped off and enjoyed the sun together. We shared our backgrounds together; I worked in an office of a defence contractor, Jim in the Naval Dockyard. Later that evening we had a second four hour watch together, it was dark by now and we were alone. The others were having their evening meal below.

Jim shared with me that he was not gay when starting college. In his second year he ran into financial trouble, looked as though he would have to give up his studies and start working full time. He didn’t want to do this as he was doing very well in his degree studies.

He didn’t know what to do, when one of the students approached him saying he knew someone who was looking for male Escorts for visiting business men. He was assured all it was, was to be with them for companionship; nothing more.

He agreed and met with the person who was organising the meets, for a once over. He was told how much he would get, which was very inviting and would get him out of his financial hole. Anything undertaken on top was up to him and he could keep half for himself. But he was not obliged to undertake anything extra. It was up to him.

His first meet was at a big hotel on the Hoe with an American. He was very nice, well presented and polite. Enquiring as to what Jim was studying and why was he was doing Escort work. Jim felt guilty and told him. They had a nice meal, an unexpected extra. Was invited up to his suit for a drink, while he phoned his office in the States, they were on flip side time to the UK. Or, he could wait in the bar until he finished his call. Jim liked him and agreed to go and wait in his room while he made his call.

When the aksaray escort call was finished he came through from the bedroom. He directly asked Jim if he was gay, Jim said no, never did anything like that; why. He would be appreciative if he was and would show him what to do. He put some money on the table and sat on the couch beside Jim. Looking at the money; Jim said ok. They slowly stripped each other off, stood naked facing each other getting aroused together; and went into the bedroom together.

He showed Jim what he wanted and led him through his various preferences. He was very gentle with him showing how it should be done. Then Jim was invited to do the same to him, which he did. They then showered together, which was an experience too. Jim returned to his small one bed room but with enough money to pay his rent for the next few weeks.

He met up with the organiser, no names were ever exchanged, and who was very pleased with Jim as his client had called up, praising Jim. And, he would like to meet him for the next three nights. Jim became his regular Escort when he was over from the States which was once or twice a month. The organiser arranged other special meets for Jim. That’s how he funded his degree and found out that he was gay because he liked it too.

I explained that I was not gay, except when I went to college, I met Ian and all that changed and I liked it too. Ian was now a policeman in New Zealand, other than odd letters we were not in contact with each other. I also told him my story of my college days when I explored my sexuality with Ian. I also said that I wondered how I would have reacted had I been offered Escort work. This was to be a defining confession for me.

As he was telling me his life story he placed his finger on my bare leg and rubbed it slowly up my leg, I was starting to get aroused by this, not annoyed, and he started to stroke me gently. I was enjoying it. It was not long before I was stroking him too, he seemed to be enjoying it too.

Our watch finished and we went below. In the cabin we sat next to each other on Jim’s bunk waiting to see who would start. Jim pulled off his shorts, I did the same, and we both sat together each aroused. Then we joined in his bunk, we embraced and explored each other intimately. We reached the point where we knew we would have to take it to the next stage again or ease off. That was no longer an option as we both wanted intimacy.

We went to the next stage. Jim went first, positioned me to receive him and started to enter, uncomfortable to start with, but eased as we both relaxed. We were both a bit over excited this time and over quicker than it should have been. We reversed positions, bit less tense this time. Afterwards we lay together for a while then went to our respective bunks. Both of us slept naked that night. We were both awakened by the Skipper banging on the door telling us time to get up as we had the watch in 30 minutes. Both of us pulled on our shorts and went for a shower and tidied our bunks and cabin. Our first full day at sea and what a day.

We worked well together, the day passed quickly, we had joint mess duties that day, and fortunately we had a full time cook so nobody got food poisoning during our watch. We both looked forward for the night, as we had a mid-watch; the night was split in two. This meant we were twice as tired in the morning.

We arrived in France about ten in the morning so had almost a full day ashore that was fun too. We went to a nude beach along with some of the other guests. As it turned out most of the guests were gay or at least flexible. With time.

We had a fun two weeks in particular at the private beach parties. There was some swapping but limited to two atakent escort couples, but we all had a fun holiday and were well tanned, all over, when we returned to Plymouth.

As I had a third weeks leave Jim invited me to stay with him for the week in his apartment and he could show me the area. I agreed. Not long after we arrived at his apartment his phone rang. He said ok I will come back to you on this shortly. He then asked me, you know how you said you always wondered what it would be like to do Escort work. Yes? Well would you like to make up a foursome tonight; it was his organiser on the phone. Don’t know why but I agreed.

We went to the hotel on the Hoe, where Jim had his first client night. We were directed by reception to go straight up to their executive suit on the top floor. We entered, never saw a hotel room this big before, complete with bar.

There were four guys there; Jim said we were told there would only be two of you tonight. They apologised for the late unexpected change of plan but we would be compensated for it. There were two rooms in this suit if that helped. Jim agreed; I just followed his lead. We were led into one of the rooms, which were also adjoining. It was explained what they wanted which included dressing in a short nightie and we would have one room each.

We went to our respective rooms, got changed, not tried that before but must admit I liked dressing up. The first two came into my room with only towels on, sat on the bed beside me and started to fondle me. Hands were everywhere fondling and stroking me, they were so gentle, and it was nice and very arousing. Not what I expected. I felt some oil being applied and someone start to enter me, at the same time I felt the start of an oral massage. After a short while I was starting to cum, but holding it back, like Jim said to prolong the experience. My prostrate was starting to react as well. Never had both at once before. I couldn’t hold back any more neither could they.

After a short recovery respite, they wanted to reverse roles. They started as before, clearly they had worked in unison before. Wasn’t long before we all climaxed again. This time I was to give the oral massage, just as well as I don’t think I could have cum for a third time. His partner gave him an anal massage. Another role reversal and we started again. By this time we were all getting exhausted.

We all put on our towels or straighten our short nighties and returned to the main room. For refreshments and relaxation. After about a half hour or so the wanted to start over; but swapping around this time. I returned to my bedroom being joined by the remaining two. This time they ripped off the nightie and frilly pants I was wearing, not violent, just in a fun way. We then repeated what happened before; they were a bit quicker this time in cuming, I think long term exhaustion was setting in. When we finished we all lay in the bed together, this time they were both massaging the inside of my leg. I could feel cum building but couldn’t seem to hold it back. They liked that; I suppose I did too.

We all retired back into the main room, this time Jim and I were the only two standing there naked. They wanted us to give them a show while they watched, I didn’t know what they wanted but Jim did, I followed his lead. We both gave each other anal then oral as they watched on with drinks in their hands. I should have felt humiliated at this but I didn’t. I lost track of how many times I came that night or how many times I was entered.

They let us have a shower together; again they watched as we washed and cleaned each other, dried each other off and got dressed together. Jim was handed a thick envelope as we said our farewells. We headed back to Jim’s flat, went to bed to sleep this time. The next morning Jim gave me half of what was in the envelope, it paid for the rest of our week touring Cornwall. What an experience never expected that when I went on a gay sailing holiday.

Jim and I still keep in touch and have done the odd twosome Escort together.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Just a short 3 years ago I was a virgin going to church every sunday. I had never touched a drop of alcohol, never let a boy see me naked. Now here we are today, and I’m so different I don’t know if old me and new me would even recognize each other. But I have to admit I kind of like it. I love Kayden with my whole soul and everything he does to me feels so sinfully good. I don’t think a good girl would like the things he does to me as much as I do. So maybe i’m not a good girl anymore, maybe I never was. Maybe i’ve always been a bad girl on the inside and just never knew it until Kayden put his fingers inside me and tickled her awake.

My boyfriend Kayden has been asking me alot lately about my interest in a threesome. Most markedly since he met Conner and Alice at his new job. They are a sweet couple. Conner is a younger guy who just turned 21, and his girlfriend Alice is 26. You’d never guess their ages by just looking at them though. Conner is tall and thin but strong looking and fit. When he hugs me my head doesn’t even touch his chin and I am 5’5! He’s got sandy blonde hair and playful blue eyes. I am not usually attracted to blonde men but Conner just has that something that makes you bite your lip when he smiles at you. His girlfriend Alice is a tiny human being. She’s not that much shorter than I am, maybe 5’3; but everything about her is tiny. I imagine that if woodland sprites were real they would look very much like her. She’s got long wavy brown hair; and we are talking LONG long, like grown out to tickle the top of her ass cheeks long, not just shoulder length. She works her tiny curves quite effectively though by wearing really short shorts and skirts with cute boots. I’ve seen the boys at our parties watching her hemline like starving dogs when she gets wasted. She doesn’t disappoint them either. I suspect the panty flashing she does is not anywhere near as accidental as she pretends it is once she sobers up.

Now I’ll admit the idea of a threesome with either one of them does not disgust me or turn me off like I originally thought it might. If i’m being totally 100% honest I’ve kind of always had fantasies about playing with Kayden and another boy at the same time. But that’s all they ever were. Fantasies. Ideas that would never be realized.

Anyways, the story I wanted to tell you started when Kayden got me to take my top off in the kitchen last night. When Kayden gets to drinking he inevitably starts to brag or otherwise divulge details of our sex life to whomever is listening. This time it began with Conner. He was saying how the best thing about Alice’s A cup breasts is that she doesn’t have to wear a bra and they will never get saggy; so he can cop a feel whenever he likes. Kayden followed up with, ” Oh dude! You don’t even know! Karli’s boobs barely drop at all when she takes her bra off! They are perfect 36 double D’s of perky goodness!”

At that point the party was winding down, only Jaxon, Conner and Alice and our roommates Josh and Tony were still at our house. We were smoking hookah around the kitchen table and playing King’s Cup. That was when Tony chimed in offhand, “Yeah right Kayden, thats impossible! I’ve seen my fair share of titties that size and they all sag. Its just a sad fact of life.”

Tony is one of those guys who you usually just don’t argue with because it always turns into an hour long debate. However, in this particular case he was wrong…and I never have been able to resist proving somebody wrong. Kayden just glanced over at me with THAT look in his hazel eyes. That look that’s a cross between ‘come hither’ and ‘I double dog dare you’. I swear his eyes have hypnotic powers over me. He smiled his sexy grin with his dimple winking in his cheek and said “Karli my love, if that is the case then I’d like you to show the boys here what impossible looks like.”

My eyes went wide and I blushed. I would normally not even take that sentence seriously coming from him. I don’t know what was different last night, if it was the particularly potent mix of Fresca and Peach vodka I was drinking. Or maybe it was because I was extra horny from all the innuendo that night. Whatever the reason, instead of telling him no like a good girl ought to, I found myself saying, “Well… I guess I could… as long as it wouldn’t bother anybody. I mean I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.”

Looking back now its comical to me how fast they all rushed to say they didn’t mind and they wouldn’t be uncomfortable. My friend Jaxon added a quiet little quip that he wouldn’t mind getting a little “uncomfortable” in his jeans this evening. Even Alice, the only other female left at that party said, “Yeah come on lets see ’em!” followed by her drunken but adorable giggle.

So I stood up and they all watched me. I sucked in a deep drag from the hookah hose and glanced at Kayden again to make sure he was serious. Then as I exhaled the smoke I grabbed the bottom edge of my shirt and lifted it over my head. I was wearing my purple bra with white polka dots. Once my shirt was off I laughed a bit nervously but managed to jokingly say, “Okay Gentleman taksim escort and lady friend, this is what they look like in their containment zone… and this is how they hold up without it. ” With that I unhooked the back of my bra and let it fall forward and off. I locked eyes with Kayden as I let it drop and I felt rewarded when I saw his gaze turn hungry. I never thought my breasts were special until that exact moment. As I looked around at my closest friends, and saw the naughty thoughts dancing in their eyes. The power of it jolted straight through me and I felt my pussy getting wet at the naughtiness and undivided attention. Since everyone was watching they could see my nipples get hard and come to little points even though I wasn’t cold.

“Sweet Jesus it is good to be wrong.” Tony exhaled.

Jaxon blushed mumbling, “Oh wow.” Attempting to look away but never actually managing to do so.

Josh seemed kind of torn between appreciation for what he was seeing and condemning himself for seeing his best friend’s girlfriend’s tits. Conner however raised his hands and did a little golf clap for me and (trying to play it cool as if this happened all the time) continued his conversation with Kayden saying, “Yep no sag there you lucky duck you!”

I smiled at that and he grinned back at me, making me feel that bite-­your-­lip flirty feeling. Then Alice nudged his shoulder and said, “Look babe her nipples are so tiny and pink! I think mine are more of a purple.”

She got up and stood by me then pulled her shirt off exposing her petite breasts. “What do you think guys?” She asked, with her hands on her hips and her head cocked to one side. I had never seen another woman’s naked breasts in person before. At least not in a sexual context. I had seen my friend Elisza’s when we changed together at the pool or at girl’s camp. But then it was under the guise that neither of us was REALLY looking. Alice’s boobs were small, but also firm-looking, round and perfectly proportional to the rest of her tiny self.

I could not believe how much it turned me on to be standing in my kitchen, topless and bold as brass being ogled with Alice by our best friends. Conner reached over and caught Alice’s nipple in his fingertips and pinched it, then gently pulled on it before letting go. I heard her let out a breathy little moaning sound, so maybe it was less gentle then it looked. With a laugh in his voice he said, “You know, I just can’t tell if they are more purple. Alice you should touch Karli’s nipple with yours so we can compare them side by side.”

I thought that was a strange request at the time. But I figured what the hell? I’m already topless and I have nothing to lose. So I turned my chest toward Alice and bent my knees a bit. She still had to stand on tip-toe to match up. I cupped my breasts and guided my nipples more accurately till they were touching Alice’s. It kind of tickled. My nipples and breasts have never been very sensitive so I was surprised I felt anything. It suddenly felt weird for me being topless and touching Alice like that. I got really worried that maybe I was making her feel weird too so I said, “Well looks to me that Alice’s are larger and more purple and mine are more pink. SO if all the scientific boob curiosity is sated for tonight, I’m gonna put mine away.”

I bent over to grab my shirt and bra off the floor and I turned my back on the table while I put them back on. Everybody continued their previous conversations and the game of King’s Cup as if nothing strange had just occurred. I couldn’t resist doing a quick visual crotch check though and all the boys had at least half a chub. From what I could see Jaxon had a full on rager in his pants and that look on his face that he gets whenever he is daydreaming about a life outside the friend zone.

Alice left her shirt off and sat down giggling on Conner’s lap. I was envious of her carefree attitude towards nudity as I circled around to sit on the barstool next to Kayden’s chair. Oblivious or perhaps impervious to my gaze, She tossed her long hair over her shoulder and started making out with Connor. I usually glance away to give them some privacy when they have their little kissing sessions, but not this time.

Alice was all in. Sometimes I think of her as being like Tinkerbell; so tiny that her body can only focus on one emotion at a time. I watched her slide her hand over Conner’s bicep, then up his neck into his hair. Her other hand pressed against his chest as she kissed him eagerly and with all she had. I glanced over for a second and saw Kayden watching them out of the corner of his eye as well. I didn’t look at Tony or Jaxon because all of a sudden I didn’t care what my roommates were doing or watching or thinking. All I knew was that I wanted to be doing what Con and Alice were doing. I looked back at them just in time to see Alice lift her leg up and plant her foot on the chair next to Conner’s ass. Her tiny black ruffle skirt inched up and I noticed Alice wasn’t even wearing panties today. I started nibbling on my bottom lip topkapı escort then because I had the most desperate need to have something in my mouth. I wanted to straddle Kayden’s lap. But I thought if I moved they might stop, and as improper and probably indecent as it was, I didn’t want them to stop. I wanted to keep watching them and see what happened and for once I felt no embarrassment about wanting that at all. I just felt a need, like this hungry starving ache inside me that made me want to arch my back and rub against things.

Then I saw Conner’s hand move. He squeezed her knee and started sliding his hand up and down her bare thigh. I shifted my legs to try and get more comfortable because I was getting all hot and wet down there. Conner must have heard me move because his eyes opened then. He was still kissing Alice when his eyes met mine. I could tell he would have smiled at me if his mouth weren’t so busy. I blushed at being caught staring but for the life of me I couldn’t look away. Then he did something I had never expected.

He slowly slid his hand farther up Alice’s thigh, till there was no where else to go and his middle finger slid inside her. And he kept his eyes on mine, making sure I was watching him do it. He winked at me then and a shiver raced down my spine that made my pussy throb.

“Conner!” Alice gasped as she put her leg down and pushed away from him, giggling.

She playfully slapped his shoulder as she got up. He played dumb exclaiming, “What was that for? I didn’t do anything!”

“You know what you did Con!” She laughed, “I’m gonna get you for it later.”

She bent over to grab her shirt off the floor, giving Kayden and I another good look at her hairless and glistening lady-bits in the process. Then she pulled her shirt back on, tugged her skirt into place and the night went on like any other.

Eventually, Jaxon pulled the last King and had to drink the King’s Cup; an awful smelling mixture of Jack N’ Cokes, Peach Vodka with Fresca, and beer. To nobody’s surprise, he passed out on our couch shortly after that. Tony left to go sleep in his room mumbling about going to work in 4 hours and Josh followed him down the hall to his own room. Leaving Kayden and I and Conner and Alice at the kitchen table. We didn’t want to get any other gaming materials out so we decided to play Drinking Truth or Dare. Right off the bat Kayden dared me to do a shot of Fireball for each guy I’d ever gone down on. I laughed and poured myself 3 shots. Alice laughed when I stopped at 3, and said, “Wait really? You’ve only blown 3 different guys?!”

I shrugged. “I was really shy and self conscious in high school so I didn’t really date till my senior year. Plus I knew that most high school relationships don’t last so I wasn’t that invested in them.” I explained. I quickly drank my 3 shots. I’ve never been able to figure out how to “shoot” shots so its more of a quick sipping process than anything. Either way that cinnamon and whiskey fire coated my mouth and throat, making my lips burn and tingle. I ran my tongue over my lips delighted by the sensation and blew my cinnamon breath at Kayden with a smile. He smiled back and asked Conner a “Truth” question for the game. I wasn’t listening though. I was feeling too good. I was soo horny from Conner and Alice’s little show earlier. I kept crossing my legs and squeezing them together. I could feel my juices dripping out of my pussy and i knew my panties would be soaked when i took them off.

Then it was Conner’s turn. “Karli I dare you to do a striptease for Kayden.” He declared.

“Wait really?” I asked. “I can’t do that!” I protested, thinking about my soaking panties and what everyone would see or possibly smell if I took them off.

“Please baby? I love watching you take your clothes off. Plus you are so damn sexy when you dance.” Kayden looked up at me from under his gorgeous eyelashes. I was helpless to deny him anything. And he damn well knew it.

I sighed, “Well a striptease is no good without music to dance to.”

The three of them cheered and we all stood up and headed into the living room. Jaxon was stil asleep on the long couch so Conner and Kayden sat down on either side of Alice on the love seat.

I pulled up YouTube on the tv and the only song I could think of was “I Get Off” by Halestorm. The song came on and I started nodding my head and swaying my hips. I love dancing when I’m drunk and the beat thumps in my ribcage. I bent over with my ass facing away from them and touched my toes, letting my fingertips tickle back up my legs, outlining my hips as they swayed before lifting up my shirt and tossing it to the side. Then I spun in a circle looking over my shoulder at Kayden and Conner as I unzipped my jeans.

It felt like their eyes were on puppet strings connected to my hands, watching me touch all over my body. I wondered if they were wishing it was their hands on me, or their mouths. I started to relax into it, lulled into the role by the song. I peeled my pants off and kicked them away while tuyap escort rolling my hips some more. I put one finger in my mouth and sucked on it as I slid my other hand in the front of my panties, actually daring to dip the tip of my finger into my pussy. I wanted to feel how slick it was before I slid my hand out again and peeled my panties off too. I tossed back my wavy blonde hair, and strutted over to the loveseat when i was completely naked.

I straddled Kayden’s knees and braced my hands on the back of the couch. I bent so my breasts rubbed against his chest when i rolled my body. Then knowing the song was coming to an end i grabbed his shoulders and tossed my head back. Arching so much that i could see the tv again.

The music stopped and i pulled myself into a sitting upright position, my legs still spread wide over Kayden’s lap. “So… was it any good?” I asked.

Kayden made a growling sound and wrapped his hand around the back of my neck. He pulled my face to his and started kissing me hard. Desperately. My whole body zinged to life when he kissed me! I couldn’t stop myself from moaning and my fingers fluttered around his belt, yanking his shirt up and over his head. Then my skin was touching his and the heat was amazing. He kissed my neck, scraping it with his teeth and I arched my back pushing my body harder against his.

I could feel his cock was fully hard through the denim of his jeans and I wanted to get it out and shove it inside myself. Kayden grabbed my hips and held me down while he rubbed his cock up against me making me whimper for him every time his dick could’ve entered me and didn’t cause of those damn pants. I moaned at the feeling of the rough material pushing through the lips of my pussy, separating them and releasing all the wet heat that had been building up since i first took my shirt off.

“Holy shit babe,” he groaned. And i knew that he could feel it. Knew that he loved it. I smiled and ground my hips against him to tease.

That was when I remembered Conner and Alice were still there.

This was WAY over the line for me. I’ve always enjoyed being a teeny bit of an exhibitionist when we are out of town around people and places where we’ll never have to show our faces again. Where it wouldn’t matter if we were caught. But Conner and Alice were sitting not even a full foot away from us, just watching. I glanced at them with a guilty smile, blushing and remembering how it had made me feel to watch them; hoping I could make them feel the same way. Then Kayden was grinding against my bare clit and I didn’t care that they were there anymore.

Kayden rubbed himself against my clit again, hard, and I almost came right then. I jumped and then shuddered and let my head drop to his shoulder. I was biting and kissing every inch of him I could get my mouth on before my lips made it back to his. I reached down to his fly and tried to undo it but my drunk fingers would not obey. Then Kayden grabbed my hand to stop me and I looked up confused. He wasn’t looking at me so I followed his gaze and became immediately transfixed.

Conner had Alice’s skirt flipped up over her waist and he had pulled her butt to the edge of the couch. He was kneeling on the floor and was bent over licking her from her tiny asshole to where her clit was peeking out. I could have reached over and run my fingers through Conner’s hair while he was eating her out if I wanted. I could see his tongue sink inside of her before reappearing to flick her clit again. I could see the shiny wetness spreading with each pass. Alice was gripping the edge of the couch cushion tight in her little hands. She had her head tossed back, eyes closed and her mouth was open a little and smiling in the corners as she started to moan louder.

I looked back at Kayden with hungry eyes of my own and then, in what I can only assume was a show of manly solidarity, Kayden stood up with me in his arms and turned around, laying me onto my back so I was in the same position as Alice. Then he slid two fingers inside of me and wrapped his lips around my clit. I whimpered and grabbed the couch cushion in my hands planting my feet on Kayden’s thighs with my knees spread as wide as I could without actually touching Alice’s knee. I closed my eyes as he picked up speed focusing on that swirling, tightening feeling in my belly. I heard wet splurchy noises and had to peek again though.

Conner was fingering Alice now too. I could hear her breath puff in and out with each movement his arm made. For a moment I tried to picture Conner’s thick mechanic’s fingers inside of Alice’s tiny little pussy, probably bottoming out inside of her. Stretching her every which way. The image brought me right to the edge of an orgasm and my hips started twitching, wanting to buck against Kayden’s fingers and force them deeper inside me. He moaned when he felt me tighten up and it sent little vibrations through my clit. He pushed his fingers as deep inside my pussy as they would go and stopped moving them at all. Just keeping pressure on me from the inside as he slowly kissed his way back up my body. Until his lips were hovering over mine again. I swiped my tongue out across his lips and I could taste my own creaminess on them. He put his forehead against mine and started slowly stroking his two fingers inside me. Keeping the delicious pressure on and making my body feel like a guitar string being wound up tighter and tighter with each stroke.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

It was my son’s eighteenth birthday and we were having a party. How many people turned up for the affair I do not know, I lost count about half way through the night.

It was a warm night with a full moon shining down, and the “Guests” had retired to the garden were they were dancing and generally making a cacophonous noise, no doubt to the irritation of the neighbours.

I had spent most of the evening funneling food and drink from the kitchen to the garden, but around one o’clock in the morning the demand seemed to diminish, and I could relax a bit.

My alcoholic husband, who had been well and truly inebriated even before the party began, had gone to bed about eleven o’clock. He would no doubt wake in the morning with his usual headache and sick stomach.

To give a proper setting to what follows, I should explain to you about my husband and I. About five years into our marriage Keith began to lose interest in sex. He had started to drink increasingly heavily, and this resulted in what is known locally as “Brewers droop,” that is, the inability to get or maintain an erection due to excessive consumption of alcohol.

I am a very passionate woman, and I used to try to encourage him to have intercourse with me. He would fend me off irritably, and I would spend half the night crying with frustration. The outcome was, we decided to sleep, not only in separate beds, but separate rooms. You see, I am the sort of woman who, if she has a man lying beside her, she needs him sexually.

To try to get some relief from my sexual urges I had from time to time had affairs, and also resorted to the use of a vibrator. I do not know if Keith had any idea about these activities, but if he did, nothing was ever said. I don’t think he would care anyway as long as I left him sexually alone.

So back to the party. The calls for food and drink having slowed down, I took a walk around the garden, having a few words with those still capable of coherent speech. During this perambulation I observed the ruins of the feast, and began to pick up various glasses and plates, and take them into the kitchen for washing.

I had just begun the weary process of washing, when four young men burst into the kitchen. I looked over my shoulder and saw they were some of my son’s longstanding friends, and as such, I had known them since they were children. They did not seem to be very drunk, just at the joyfully aroused stage. I thought to myself, “They want more food and drink.” I turned back to the sink, and as I did, I felt two arms go round me etiler escort and hands cup my breasts.

I grabbed the hands and tried to push them away, saying, “Stop that.” I saw that the perpetrator of this breast grab was a young chap called Ken. I struggled to release myself from his grasp, but he was too strong for me. He laughed at my efforts to be free and said, “Don’t struggle, were not going to hurt you. The others gathered round me, and I felt myself being lifted up vertically until my feet were off the floor. Hands went up my skirt and pulled down my pants.

It had all happened so quickly that I had hardly time to take in what was happening to me. I suppose I could have screamed, but I was too bewildered to do anything but make feeble efforts to free myself.

With feet off the floor, and four strong young men holding me, I had little chance of escaping. Ken was still behind me and he must have had his penis out, because I felt him press himself against my buttocks, and his penis probed for my vagina. He found my entrance and his length slid into me. As he did this those holding me began to lift me up and down slowly, so Ken was moving inside me.

He must have been quite worked up because he came quickly. I heard him grunt and felt his sperm spurting into me. I was lifted off him and someone said, “Let’s go somewhere more comfortable than this.” I had stopped struggling by now, and I was picked up and carried into my bedroom and laid on the bed.

The boys were still holding me firmly, so I said to them, “You don’t need to hold me, I’m not going to struggle or try to run away. If you are all going to take me, then let me enjoy it as well.” They looked at me doubtfully. Tentatively letting go of me, they remained ready to grab me again.

I must confess that I now wanted it to happen to me. I wonder if any of you ladies have ever fantasised about being raped by some healthy young men? Perhaps, if you are like me, a passionate woman frustrated in her desires, you have. Now, beyond all my expectations, it was actually happing to me.

It is my contention that there are many negative situations that can be turned into positives. I decided that I would turn the negative aspect of my rape into a positive one of pleasure. I did not think the young men were engaged in a power game, what they wanted was sexual pleasure, and they wanted it with me, so it might as well be a pleasing event for both them and me.

Had my rapists been people who revolted halkalı escort me in some way, perhaps I could not have turned the situation around, but these were boys I had known and liked for years. In a sense, they were paying me a compliment. There were plenty of young women at the party who would no doubt have been willing to accommodate them, but they chose me, a woman of forty.

As they saw me spread my legs to take them, they became more confident that I would not flee. Instead of just carrying on entering me, they started to undress themselves and me. Soon we were all naked and I was being kissed and my nipples sucked, and clitoris licked. Son I was nearly mad with arousal and begging them to enter me.

Poor Ken, who had been the first to enter me in the kitchen, had been the one to have the most uncomfortable time. I thought it a shame he should have missed a more satisfying time with me, but I need not have worried. I saw that he was becoming erect again, and this presaged a second round with him.

Once we had settled to something approaching consenting sex, I think my body felt more alive than it had ever felt before. I felt I was desirable, wanted, even needed. I wanted to be generous, to give myself. I suppose it could be described as an act of love. It certainly seemed like that at the time, because I wanted to give to these boys.

The second boy came into me, and like Ken, he was well and truly down the track to his orgasm. As I was lying on the bed and comfortably open to him, I could work with him and meet his rhythm as he came.

I took the third and fourth boys, but had still not had my orgasm. They had all been too urgent in their need, so it was quickly over. But Ken was ready for me again, and having unloaded his sperm into me in the kitchen, he now took much longer to come again. It was he that brought me to orgasm.

I suppose it was the thrill of what had been done to me, the pitch of sexual excitement they had induced that brought me to the most explosive orgasm I have ever experienced. I held back until I felt him about to come, and then gave forth with howls and clawing that must have frightened the poor boy. I noticed afterwards that I had lacerated his back in a few places.

It was over, and their sperm and my fluids had soaked the bed. We lay around, me and a couple of the boys on the bed, the other two on the floor, recovering from our sexual activity.

Eventually I rose and dressed. The party noise had diminished innovia escort to a whisper. I said, “I’d better start the clearing up.” Ken came to me and kissed me very gently and said, “Not tonight. We’ll all be here to help in the morning.”

I waited until the boys had dressed and then opened the door. My son was saying goodnight to some of the guests at the front door, and he saw me come from the room with the boys. “What have you been up to,” he asked suspiciously. “Just looking at some old family photographs,” I lied quickly. “Oh, yes!” he said. Whether he believed me or not I did not know, and still don’t.

As good as their word, the boys turned up about eleven o’clock in the morning. It was Sunday and I had not long been up myself. My useless husband was still snoring his latest alcoholic binge off. My son, as usual, leaving me to do all the work, had cleared off somewhere. If it had not been for the boys, I would have been left to tackle the ruins by myself.

As it turned out, I did very little of the clearing and washing up. In our back garden, we have what we call, “The Sleep Out.” It is an additional room built at the time my husband and I decided to sleep in separate rooms. My daughter until her departure from home to go to a job in another city used it. It was now used occasionally if we had visitors staying overnight.

It was this room the boys and I used for another session of lovemaking. This time I had them one at a time while the others got on with the work and kept an eye open for my husband awakening. It really was a rapturous time, but not as much as it was to become in the following months.

The boys never came to me as a foursome again, unfortunately. At most, it was two of them. It could not be helped, as timing had to be just right with my husband and son absent and the boys not always able to be with me at those times. It did, however, give opportunities to expand our sexual repertoire considerably.

If you mature ladies have ever had the pleasure of sex with a young man; you will probably have experienced their willingness to experiment. The time with my young men has been wonderful. Their youthful, healthy and virile bodies have brought me the most satisfying sexual experiences ever, and I do not think it is going too far to say that real love has grown up between us.

One other point I wish to make is that they first came to me as a foursome. As our sexual relationship went on I was fearful there might develop jealousies between them. One of them might want to have me all for him self. This has not happened. They seem quite happy to share me, and in my time with them, I have always been willing and able to treat them all equally.

I am not sure how I shall go on when they can no longer come to me, and this will happen for all sorts of reasons. Perhaps I shall have to hold a twenty-first birthday party for my son!

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

“Trish! Hey, Trisha! Wait up!”

Trisha turned around at the sound of the voice, and saw Britney hurrying towards her. The head cheerleader looked just as drop-dead gorgeous as always, her long legs stretching out from a denim miniskirt, her massive tits swaying in a lacy, low-cut tank top. But all Trisha could do was stare down at her feet in shame. I betrayed Britney…I went back and fucked Dan…after she asked me not to! She’s never asked me to stay away from any other guy, except Dan, and…and I couldn’t even do that.

The worst part was that it hadn’t been just once, either. On Friday night, Trisha had shown up on his doorstep, in a little black minidress, so wildly horny that she had practically begged him to fuck her right there and then. The scene was so clear in her mind the next morning; Dan bending her over the balcony, pounding into her as she whimpered and wailed for all his neighbors to hear. The cheerleader had been so desperate for a good fucking that she hadn’t bothered to take her dress or her high heels off – she hadn’t even pulled her panties all the way down her legs, leaving them stuck around her bare thighs as she grinded her petite body against his hips.

Just one night, Trisha could have disregarded as a mistake; a momentary lapse of judgment. But the next day, he had sent her another text message. And the next day, another one. Both times, as soon as she flipped open her cell phone and saw his number, her legs went weak and her pussy grew wet. Just the thought of him was enough to turn her on; him, and his massive cock, pounding into her with such rough ferocity.

She still couldn’t get over the shame of lying to Britney – after everything she’d done for Trisha, this was her reward? Each time, she had paced around her room for an hour, vowing to stay loyal to Britney, vowing to show some willpower and never see Dan again. But there was something about the lifeguard that Trisha just couldn’t resist. Something about him just brings the inner slut out in me. I don’t even know what it is. Maybe it’s the way he just takes me…just grabs me and shoves me down without even asking…the way he pounds into me like we’re just animals, like I’m just a nasty slut to be fucked… On Saturday, he had bent her over his sofa and stuffed her twat full, making her scream with joy at his deep, thick thrusts. On Sunday, he had pulled out at the last second and came in her mouth, stabbing his meat deep between her lips without asking, watching her slurp up her own pussy juices, grinning down at her as she gulped down his length and swallowed his seed.

Now, as she stood outside the girls’ locker room, watching Britney walk towards her, all Trisha could feel was guilt. What’s the matter with me?? How could I be such an awful friend?

“Hey hun, just wanted to say sorry about the party on Friday. That was my first party that’s been busted, so I flipped out a bit. You okay?”

“Oh…don’t worry about it, Brit,” Trisha said, trying to offer her best smile. “It was no big deal. Was everything okay?”

“Yep.” Britney tossed her long blonde hair and grinned. “I had to suck a couple cocks to keep everything quiet. But hey, it’s part of being a good host, right?”

She winked, and Trisha had to laugh. Tell her! A voice rang out in her head. I have to tell her! She’s my best friend!

“Something wrong, Trish?” Britney asked. “You look like something’s on your mind.”

“I…um…” Trisha stared back down at her feet. I didn’t even want to go to her party in the first place…and if I hadn’t gone, I wouldn’t have gone to Dan’s… But the cheerleader knew that was just an excuse. I have to tell her!

At that moment, Trisha heard footsteps behind her. It was Mandy, carrying her gym bag, smiling at the two of them. Her short blonde hair was pulled back in a hairband, framing her friend’s dimpled cheeks and light blue eyes. “Hey Trish. Hi, Britney.” Trisha knew that Mandy still didn’t like the head cheerleader, but in the last few weeks she could tell that Mandy was trying her best to warm up to Britney.

“You ready to go?” Mandy asked, staring at Trisha.

“Oh yeah,” Britney said, nodding. “I forgot JV had practice right now.” She smiled at Trisha. “Okay, we’ll talk later, hun. See you guys!”

“What were you talking about?” asked Mandy, as the two cheerleaders headed into the locker room.

“Oh…it was nothing,” Trisha said, sighing and offering a smile.

“You sure?” Mandy’s face was all eagerness and trust, looking to support her friend. She was only slightly taller than Trisha, and just as petite, so the two girls were almost level as they walked.

“Yeah,” Trisha nodded. She smiled, but her spirit was falling. “It’s nothing.”

***

But Mandy always had a knack for cheering Trisha up. By the time she had finished dressing for practice with the rest of the squad, Trisha was already in a better beşiktaş escort mood.

“Yeah…I’m really excited to graduate too, but I wish we were going to the same college!” Mandy sighed as she closed her locker and bent over to retie her shoelaces.

Trisha was wiggling her slim hips as she tugged her cheerleaders’ miniskirt over her waist, smoothing out the pleats, feeling them dangle over her ass, tickling the tops of her thighs. She smiled. “It’ll be okay Mandy…we’ll talk on the phone and everything!” Even with everything else that was going on in the cheerleader’s life, she was happy for one thing: Mandy seemed back to normal, and they were friends again.

Mandy smiled back. “Yeah, of course!” The two girls were the last ones to finish dressing in their uniforms; a snug, tight blouse stretched over their little figures and a pleated miniskirt that swayed as they headed towards the locker room door. Just then, something chirped from Trisha’s locker.

“Oops. That’s my cell phone.” Trisha quickly hurried back, her miniskirt flopping back and forth over her thighs, pulling open her locker to glance at the phone. It was a text message. And it was from Dan.

“Come meet me. I’ll be in the parking lot in ten minutes.”

Trisha gasped. He’s coming here?? In the middle of school?

“Trisha?” Mandy was holding the door open, waiting for her. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh…sorry. Just a message from my mom.” Trisha glanced down at her cell phone. Not now…come on, Trisha, don’t go to him! Have some willpower! The cheerleader gulped. She already knew what he wanted, and even the thought of it sent a slight shudder of eagerness through her body. But she couldn’t go now.

“I have cheerleading practice until 5. I have to change afterwards.”

Then she put the phone back in her locker, and was just about to shut it when the phone rang again; Dan had already replied.

“No. Come out now, slut. Keep your cheerleading outfit on. We’ll have some fun.”

Trisha closed her eyes. She remembered Dan’s words on Friday: he had told Trisha that she was his slut – that she would do whatever he wanted. At the time she had dismissed it; just something that some guy says, in the heat of the moment, trying to talk dirty to her. But now she realized that Dan had been right: here she was, thinking about ditching cheerleading practice just because he asked her to. Don’t do it! The cheerleader’s mind whirled. It’s just sex, for God’s sake! Don’t do it! But even as she shouted those thoughts in her mind, over and over, she heard herself open her mouth and say:

“Um…Mandy, sorry but I think I’ll be a few minutes late. Can you tell Coach Pennings?”

Mandy smiled. “Yeah, no problem Trisha. See you in a bit!” Then she was gone, her short blonde hair a blur flying out the door. Trisha took a deep breath, then grabbed her purse and her phone, and headed towards the door too. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror: a petite cheerleader, barely over five feet tall, with a slender body, light brown eyes and a pouty face framed by wavy brown hair that tumbled over her shoulders. Her cheerleader’s blouse was tight and snug, hugging her dainty frame. Her 32C-cup tits bulged against the stretchy fabric, and her slim waist was exposed too; the top stopped an inch or too above her belly button. The pleats of her cheerleading miniskirt swished around her thighs, accentuating her firm ass, curvy in contrast to her slender waist and legs.

Trisha took a deep sigh, then slowly walked out the door. She was lying to both Britney and Mandy now, but somehow, the only thing that she could concentrate on was the thought of Dan’s dick, pounding deep inside of her…

***

The cheerleader’s guilt followed her all the way into the parking lot. Even as Dan’s car pulled up to the curb, half of her wanted to run away, back to the football field, back to her friends. All I feel now is guilty…I can’t take it! But then the window slid down, and she caught a glance of Dan’s face.

The lifeguard was wearing a pair of sunglasses, his mouth fixed in a big smile, his hair short and curly. His tan, muscular body was clothed in a plain T-shirt and ripped jeans. It’s funny… Trisha thought as she climbed into his car. This isn’t how I picture Dan at all. When she thought of Dan, all she saw in her mind was how he looked when he was fucking her – naked and sweaty, fierce, with an almost crazed look on his face as he bent over her. It was weird to see him clothed and normal, looking like a regular person. She almost didn’t recognize him.

“Wow.” Dan was stealing sidelong glances at her as he drove. “Damn, Trisha. I don’t remember these outfits when I was in school. You look very cute, my slut.”

As soon as the car had pulled away from the curb, Dan’s hand was already on the cheerleader’s slender, bare thigh, gently stroking beşyol escort it, sliding under the pleated hem of Trisha’s miniskirt. Instantly, the girl’s frustration with herself began to melt away, and she let out a soft sigh and shuddered slightly at the feeling of his hand. She couldn’t help it; her body had already come to identify the touch of his hand with the feeling of his cock inside of her, it was already anticipating another incredible orgasm. Part of her was still desperately trying to remember her broken promise to Britney, her lies to Mandy. But it was so hard to think of anything but his hand, sliding so close to her pussy, and his body, pressing her down and pumping deep inside of her.

Oh, by the way,” Dan grinned as he turned onto another street. “We’re going to a motel room. It’s only a few blocks away.”

“Oh…we are? Why can’t we just…ohhh….” Trisha never got to finish her question. Dan’s hand had slid further up her legs, brushing against her panties, teasing the snug, bulging pussy beneath it. The cheerleader whimpered softly as the lifeguard’s hand lightly stroked back and forth, egging her on with slight touches against her cunt, already growing wet. Trisha didn’t manage another question for the rest of the car ride.

***

“We’re here.” Dan’s car pulled to a stop in a small parking lot. Trisha was grinding gently on the passenger car seat, her legs tense and spread wide, her eyes closed and her bottom lip trembling. Dan’s hand was still buried under her skirt, nestled in her panties, and the cheerleader’s twat was dripping wet, her entire body burning with her desire for more after being teased the entire car ride over.

Thank God! Trisha opened the car door and was about to leap out, when Dan suddenly grabbed her shoulder, and began pulling something over her eyes.

“Wha…what’s going on?”

“It’s a blindfold,” the lifeguard said, grinning. “I’m putting it on.”

“Wait…w-why…” Trisha wanted to ask him why she had to wear a blindfold, or even to tell him to stop. But it was so damn hard to piece together a sentence with his fingers buried in her pussy, dipping so deliciously in her tender, soaked flesh, rubbing through her panties, teasing her petite body with jolts and twinges of pleasure. Instead, she was silent as Dan finished pulling the cloth over her eyes. All she could see now was black, and she waited silently in the car until she felt Dan’s hands around her dainty waist, guiding her out of the car.

The cheerleader could feel the sun on her skin as she let Dan guide her across the parking lot, her miniskirt flouncing around her ass. His hands were around her waist, and even as they walked together, she felt his fingers sliding down, sneaking under the waistband of her cheerleading skirt. Her body flushed at his touch and her pussy cried out for more, but she squirmed in protest.

“Dan!” she said, softly. “People can see!”

“There’s no one here, Trisha,” he whispered back, and his hand slid an inch further under her miniskirt, lightly grazing her panties, his fingertips deliciously close to her soft cunt

“Ohh…” she whimpered, “…no, Dan, stop!”

“All right, all right,” he said. “The room’s here.”

Trisha heard a door creak open, and Dan guided her in, shutting it behind them. As soon as the door clicked shut, the cheerleader felt both of his hands slide further into her skirt, pressing gently against her soaked cunt. Alone at last, no longer out in the open, Trisha gave in to her lust, and she sank back against Dan and softly moaned her pleasure.

“Ohhhh yesss…” The cheerleader began to lightly grind against Dan’s prowling fingers, pressing them even deeper into her twat, shivering with the twinges of pleasure that ran through her slender frame.

“Take off your panties, Trisha,” Dan commanded, his fingers still deep in her cunt, gently grinding into her.

Still blindfolded, the cheerleader hurriedly obeyed, slipping her hands under her miniskirt, blindly fumbling for her panties until she found the hem, then tugging them quickly down her bare, slender legs. Daintily, she stepped out of them one foot at a time, untangling them from her tennis shoes, leaving them in a little pile below her feet.

“That’s a good girl, Trisha,” Dan said softly, still behind her. His fingers were now sliding up against her naked, tender cunt, fluttering her skirt’s pleats as they moved, teasing her, barely pressing into the tender flesh even though she ached for more. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes…yes…” Trisha whimpered into the darkness. “God, it feels amazing…”

“Do you want to be fucked too, Trisha? Do you want a good, long fucking?”

“Yes…” Trisha nodded, lost in the feeling of his fingers in her cunt. She gave in to the pleasure, letting it wash over her body, building inside of her, filling her with a hungry beykent escort excitement, picturing the wild, fierce fucking she was about to receive. Her breathing was fast, her entire body quivered with lust. “Please, Dan…” She heard a soft snicker as she shamelessly begged him. It was from Dan, of course – who else would it be? – but it didn’t quite sound like him.

“You know, Trisha,” Dan said, chuckling. “I don’t know if one cock is enough for a slut like you. You might need many cocks, to please you.”

Huh? Trisha blinked against the blindfold, confused. “I…um…”

The cheerleader was leaning against Dan now, her legs spread and trembling, her own hand now wrapped around his and guiding it even deeper into her cunt, driving further towards her carnal desire. Trisha was panting quietly, grinding and rocking her slender hips against his hand. She heard a snicker again, from Dan, but then she heard something else. It was another laugh, but it was slightly different; the voice was slightly higher, and more distant. It sounded like someone else. Something wasn’t right. Even through the cloud of her lust, Trisha started to feel nervous.

“Dan…? What…what’s going on?”

“Take a look, Trisha.” And with that, the lifeguard swept off the blindhold.

Trisha blinked a couple times, and then gasped. The motel room was cramped, with a single bed in the center. She and Dan were on one side of the bed, near the door. On the other side, half a dozen guys, all about the same age as Dan, were standing and watching her, grinning. The cheerleader recognized one or two of them from the beach, and she suddenly realized that they must be other lifeguards. Dan’s friends from work.

Oh my God! The petite cheerleader blushed a fierce crimson as she felt six pairs of eyes sweep up and down her body. She could see the desire in each of their faces as they took in the sight: an eighteen-year-old cheerleader, barely five feet tall, with a slender waist and hips, and a perky, 32C set of tits. Her cheerleaders’ blouse was tight against her chest, and her boobs bulged out at them, two round, soft handfuls rising from a slim, petite figure. The zippered top stopped a couple inches above her hips, showing off her smooth, taut waist. Her discarded panties were piled on the floor between her feet, so they all knew that her naked cunt was covered only by her pleated miniskirt, fluttering out around her ass, stopping near the tops of her thighs and showing off her dainty legs. Trisha was still trembling against Dan, leaning against him as he plunged his fingers into her pussy, so wet with lust that she could feel some of her juices dribbling down her uncovered leg. Her sweet, girl-next-door face was locked in an expression of desperate lust. She was overwhelmed with lit, but even so, she couldn’t ignore her embarrassment.

“Dan…what’s g-going on…?” She stammered out. What’s happening?? Were they waiting for us? “I…don’t under – “

But Trisha never got to finish the sentence. Dan shoved her forward, and the cheerleader let out a yelp as she tumbled onto the bed, catching herself on her hands. The lifeguard’s strong arms quickly grasped her legs and lifted them onto the bed. Then he hitched up her cheerleader’s miniskirt, flipping it over her waist. Trisha was now positioned doggy-style on the bed, on her hands and knees, her naked, soaked pussy waiting for him. Her mind was divided, half of it still clouded with lust, half now wild with fright and confusion. The cheerleader turned her head to face Dan.

“Dan…” she pleaded again, trying her best to contain her lust, to stop the scene before it got out of control. “What are they doing here..? What’s going on?”

Dan just unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, and even in her fright Trisha felt her heart skip a beat at the familiar sight of his gorgeous cock, thick and hard, ready for her once again. He laughed. “They’re all here to give you what you need, Trisha. Every one of them.”

The rest of the men laughed too, and Trisha turned back to see that they were beginning to surround her, some walking around the bed, some climbing next to her on top of it. The cheerleaders’ eyes widened in shock. What??? What did Dan tell them about me?? Are they expecting me to…to…and with all of them??

But she already knew the answer. One of the lifeguards, who had clambered onto the bed in front of her, was now unzipping his fly, and Trisha could see a large bulge emerge as he stared down at her petite frame. At the same moment, she felt Dan’s hands on her waist, and then that familiar, wonderful feeling: the tip of his cock against her cunt, positioned and ready to stuff her full, filling her body with an animalistic hunger. But the cheerleader’s mind was whirling, and she tried to concentrate. This is crazy! There’s seven of them!! What do they expect me to do??

She couldn’t come up with anything to do but stare in shocked silence as the unknown lifeguard in front of her pulled down his pants, revealing a thick, throbbing cock. He was grinning down at her, sprawled across the bed on her hands and knees, as he slowly inched forward until the tip of his meat was inches from her lips.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Paulina was having a party with the people she met on the beach. She didn’t care how much damage she did to the assets of house, or the new Mercedes, or the murals hanging on the wall, or any of the other possessions they may have once shared. Those things were now like her heart, her mouth, her liver or her sweet, rounded ass, or the smooth, well-trimmed pussy he loved watching, licking or fucking: up for grabs. What mattered at that moment was that she needed another goddamn drink, and swigged from the bottle of Sauza with a vengeance. A promise of a sexual treat tempted the bartender from the Hilton into coming down and with the cash she gave him, opening up, icing down and mixing everything her guest asked for. Julio’s eyes and senses blurred and horny with the thought of creating a pleasure zone of lust and passion with the sexy woman asking for all he could give her.

In the corners, more people were moving, grinding, or fucking, legs high, toes pointed, and gasp of lust and pleasure rolled about on each other. Now the room of dancing, lost, drunken people getting off on each other was rising to a zenith of total pleasure and exhaustion. But the smiles they have will be immeasurable.

And yet all she could think about was the man not there.

For Paulina, another drink in her hot, slick throat and for him, the absent him, another different woman, one he shouldn’t have or touch.

*****

She began his day with the promise of lust to come, sitting on a settee, high heels adorning her small, delicate feet. A serape they’d gotten on a trip to Cancun and her tight, ass-gripping boy shorts that let her firm, round cheeks peek out of the back of them were his morning wake-up before heading for work in Miami. Paulina’s honey-brown and blonde hair waved over her twinkling, wanton gaze as she leaning back on the edge of the cushion, smiling with her Chanel lipstick touched by the overhead lights and the shimmer exasperated by the morning light slipping through the drapes and into the room. She loved morning for the delight of either being mouth-fucked or ridden orally and fingered, used and enjoyed, his personal kept fucktoy. Paulina knew what he’d like, her on the settee, her hair in his fingers, his zipper open and a cock hard and wet with her saliva, hot pink lips wrapped around like a kiss of life, making his manliness harder, thicker, fatter, the balls moving with her stroking, loving tongue. Within a few seconds of lust and wonder, he’d begin fucking her mouth in earnest, groaning and rolling his hips, his cock slipping along her throat and his balls slapping her chin. Then her cheeks were deflating and rising, hollow and eyes glimmering as she felt his excitement ravishing her mouth and pumping his hips like mad, growling aching to feel his release hitting her throat.

*****

That wasn’t this moment as the speakers moved with the song by Daddy Yankee pulsing through the group, making the wild people wearing bikini bottoms and heels, soft tans, and warm, smooth young sleek bodies. She may have met them on the beach, but she only chose the nicest-looking people or the really wild extroverts to invite… for now. If nothing else she’d fuck all the good-looking men before her conceit collapsed with a bottle of rum in her stomach and cruising through her mind and body, letting her fuck anything in that need for revenge.

*****

One day he’s going to miss having her boy-shorts around one thigh, wadded up and his fingers stroking the downy, manicured pussy lips, smooth away from the blonde-brown landing strip, a half-inch shy of being completely bald. Paulina loved his cock bracing against his tension, her mouth his pit of passion as she lay on her back, rolling and grinding as his fingers slipped over her clit, stroking it in circles, her head bobbing like mad. She ached to be used like that, or like her previous memory, just because her want was to taste, to savor, to drink his passion in a gulping reflex of her throat, having him fucking her mouth just because he could and she wanted it done to and for her.

After today all that may soon be gone from his touch.

Soon her boy-shorts would be wadded up on the floor, sticky with her juices. Her halter-top would be lost, soaking in tequila and wet kisses from anyone aching to touch their hostess. Paulina knew her heels would be up in the air, wrapped around someone’s neck, shoulders or back. The house would be a wreck and there could be no turning back from being turned out or used by anyone or everyone. All she had she was willing to give after the spectacle today.

Earlier today, Paulina wore a micro-mini skirt that clung to her asscheeks; heels higher than usual, very stripper-esque, no bra (or thong for that matter) on her 34-C’s and a blazer that draped her all-over tan. She knew the staff always saw the entrance, their eyes staring too hard sometimes; some of the security guards staring wishing Paulina could be their fucktoy. Avoiding the ataköy escort boredom of their eyes she would easily bypass them in her almost-indecent outfit by taking a side stairwell. It would open on his floor, using just a hidden key and saving her the staring eyes. She could make him happy, fucking him on his desk, setting aside his paperwork, soundproof as she might have moaned in total bliss, riding his cock and wiggling like a bitch in heat, letting him cum in or on her if he so pleased.

Or at least that was the plan.

When the door moved softly with the hydraulic lever, Paulina knew it would be a surprise, but not what she expected. Instead, there was his young, cute secretary on her knees, her business suit open, her tremendous, ripe, double-D breast wrapped over his cock, her stomach rubbing his balls, full and hairy. Her eyeglasses slipped down onto the end of her nose and she was licking and sucking the tip of his cock, making his head loll back in total ecstasy, making him moan as he leaned into the seat. He was groaning as his knees held her arms up, her hair in his fingers, his growls lustier than she could have imagined for the working girl on her knees with the over-sized tits slapping his dick like mad. Unexpectedly, Paulina’s nipples began tingling under the satin lining of the blazer and her well-wetted and trimmed pink pussy drooling juices like mad out of her.

‘No wonder he slipped out before touching me’ she thought.

Trembling, lifting the camera phone, Paulina smiled a tear on her eye and snapped a picture of the secretary sucking his cock, licking his hairy, rounded balls, banging her mouth with his pumping hips using her like a well-oiled, juicy fuck machine with teeth. She knew seeing his face and driving her own tongue deeper under his cock would be all she could have hoped for, and in such an indecent outfit, was now a waste of time and effort.

Down the stairwell she was lost in the oblivion of pleasure of watching that cock she loved being sucked by another lesser woman, a per-hour slut that needed a raise or promotion, letting the boss fuck her tits and mouth. Paulina stopped on the private stairwell, leaning on the rail, bending at the waist seeing him in her minds’ eye, fucking that young secretary’s mouth deeper and faster. For days like this she obviously never wore a thong, so she slipped her fingers under the hemline and began strumming her clit to the beat of her heart and the hallucinations of recalling her lover tit-fucking his sluttish secretary. The aural hallucination let Paulina imagine hearing the cry of pleasure as he came on her body and face, his stick semen shooting like a cannon out of the tip of his cock, arcing onto her blushing hot cheeks and licking, hungry lips. The secretary was going to work hard for the raise, and Paulina felt her own fingers touching and stroking her clitty like mad, moaning at the overwhelming shame and pleasure of her voyeuristic inclination. His quickie turned into her pleasure, as she knelt down, fingering her pussy with one hand and rubbing her clit furiously with the other as the pounding caress of her impending orgasm swam over her body like a dolphin on the waves. A few more seconds in the private stairwell and she could feel her fingers drenched, soaked with the splash of juices as she imagined the secretary sucking and licking his cock clean. Then his smile would touch her eyes, making her feel as if she’d conquered the world by making her boss cum like a trapped man losing his pride and senses. Had there been another camera with her in the stairwell, she would have told her lover what she thought of him and his typing whore. Sadly, all Paulina could do was dust off her knees, shake her long beautiful mane of chestnut brown hair, lick her fingers clean, roll the micro-mini back over her asscheeks and smooth pussy, and winced in heartbreak. Wiping the tears from her eyes with the same fingers she had just licked clean to pleasure herself, Paulina began checking her appearance, closed angling bosom-baring blazer and descended the stairwell.

Then she remembered the camera-phone and the image trapped on it.

Standing, dusting her knees once more, she smiled, rolled the hem back down over her perfect apple-ass and moved clicking down the stairs and out to the street, no matter how noticeable her slightly disheveled and tussled hair may look to the passing eye. Deep down inside, what mattered is that she came, and was going to cum multiple times tonight. And tomorrow, and the day after that.

So Paulina knew she had to have a party.

And the party had to be today. No, she’d wait for her revenge… until tonight.

Within minutes she had her heels took her across the street, clicking over the marble floor of the Hilton hotel, walking past the incredulous stares. The tourist and the locals all seemed to love her long legs and sultry heels, her micro-mini hidden under the hem of the tailored avcılar escort double-breasted blazer, and her attitude. She glared at the leering eyes from behind her Gucci sunglasses, seeing that she wasn’t she wasn’t just his whore, but his cheating made her just any whore. And if that were the case, she would be one; the best money could not buy. Some men leered and smiled as if she could be rented for a lapdance or just because she was attired in a revealing outfit. The flash of her smile and a wave of her head, and she showed them she was too good for them.

Way too good to be bought with mere money; her currency was mutual lust, desire and total abandonment. At the moment she felt bankrupt, but knew deep inside the smooth lips and jiggling breast with tingling nipples and wetted lips under her micro-mini, that this feeling wouldn’t last long.

She needed to be filled. Repeatedly.

The bartender was a clean-cut named Julio, dark skin with black hair and steely eyes, smiling with a gleam as his broad shoulders leaned over the surface: “What can I get you today miss?”

“Dos Equis” she replied, “and a shot of Sauza.”

“Lime and salt?”

“No”, she said. “If that were necessary I’d ask for a margarita.”

Julio chuckled, grabbing and tossing the bottle top behind him, letting it clatter on the floor, ringing as he placed it and a frosted mug next to her. A swing of his broad arms and shot of tequila hit the bottom of the small glass. “Anything else pretty lady?”

Paulina sighed, smiling devilishly, leaned over the counter, pressing her arms close to her bosom, creating a cleft of cleavage and breathed softly: “How’d you like a blowjob for tending bar at my place for a few hours tonight?”

“Sure. I clock out in a couple of hours.”

A fast scribble and her leaning over the bar kept the patrons peeking at the micro-mini’s hemline rising; her asscheeks and closely shaved mound would have been peering back at them. “Here’s the address and $500 dollars. Be there by 7pm or I’ll come back here and give you something you won’t like as much…”

A kiss on the cheek, a wink, and she sauntered out of the bar with a belly full of booze instead of man-juices and she continued strolling to the Mercedes in the valet parking out of the business office where he worked. A fast stride and motion and she was moving back to her ocean side mansion and sat at her computer, downloading the camera phone image from her account to a picture program. Opening the file with a chance to add text, she smiled seeing her lover stilled as he tit-fucked the secretary. She watched the secretary smile as she licked his cocktip and relished how her boss was smiling and aching to cum. Delight would be etched on his face and in his thick cock jutting from between her double-D breast.

Beep!

His e-mail sounded on his computer downtown. He was smiling and watching as the attachment opened, showing him the infidelity he had committed earlier with his secretary. Atop the picture was a caption that said all he knew he had lost her for the moment:

Don’t come home tonight. Call me Sunday and maybe we can start over on Monday. Spend this weekend fucking your whore secretary and see if it was worth losing me. — P

This meant shopping. A new suit for Friday and some casual clothes for the weekend; he’d tell his associates he needed a place at the Mariott Hotel for the time being since he didn’t want to drive out of the city for meeting his ‘clients’. He was still thinking about the cock sucking secretary and those amazingly tremendous breasts. Maybe getting rid of her would be worth the loss of a few items in the mansion…

******

The party was underway by 7:00 p.m. as the sun peaked and rolled back, moving and keeping the humidity but taking a few degrees with it. She smiled; dancing and wiggling like mad in a boy-cut bikini bottom, her ankle-strap heels and her halter-top already wet with salt water and rum, beer or tequila. The gourmet take-out trays were dug into, food and music filling the house as the pretty people she found crept into the hallways and along the rooms, over the furniture and like a coat of paint, settling in everywhere. She smiled bundling her hair over the center of her head, swapping swigs of tequila with Julio, pouring a limitless amount of booze on his chest and kissing him with a lime in her mouth, then letting him suck the salt off her finger and down his throat. Julio just kept smiling and swinging his hips to the beat of the music: Thalia, Daddy Yankee, Juanes, Pilar Montenegro, and anything with a great beat to shake your body to, wiggle, or make-out as the songs played was playing.

She was the good hostess, smiling and caressing people like mad, touching bellies, cupping asscheeks in her hands, manicured nails stroking the thighs and feeling the smooth spine and skin, kissing everyone, male and female alike, deeply with lots of tongue and bahçelievler escort groping. She never knew another woman’s touch previously. But now she hungered for it. A manly chest crushing her breast, smooth or hairy, or a woman pressing her full bosom to hers, cupping her cheeks in manicured nails, caressing her in the lusty touch of Sappho; she wanted it all. She was drowning in affections, people seeking mutual satisfaction, wanting her, needing her, aching to touch, kiss, grope, feel, or finger their hostess. A few brave people caressed her, grinding against her body as she giggled or gave body shots, or slipped booze from her mouth into theirs’, tongues dipping over each other and music helping the people lose more of their inhibitions as well as more clothing. She smiled, walking around, holding a camera, filming or taking pictures between swigs and shots, kisses and hugs, pats on the ass, and someone still trying to fondle a camel-toe between her thighs. That guy – Or was it a girl? – kept getting pushed away for the moment. She couldn’t cum again after her pleasure on the stairwell, moaning and whimpering on her fingers. She needed more to feed the new voyeuristic delight of watching others fucking and riding like mad. And she was much to busy being a good hostess.

For the moment anyway…

Her camera slipped between circles of beautiful, sexy women groping a very handsome African-American muscleman licking pussy like it would be his last meal. They kept reaching under his brushing hand, groping the elephant truck of a cock between his legs, the head almost on the floor as he continued eating out a naked pale blonde heiress that somehow entered the party. She was naked and loving his delights in her wet smooth cunt, the downy hairs his path to her perfect pink lips. Other women were kissing his back, his ears, stroking the dickmeat, fondling the full, round balls and pushing a wetted tongue up his ass. She zoomed in on several fingers gripping and playing with their own clitties and fingering their own pussies like mad, fingers riding and grinding like mad as they continued watching the black and white couple expressing their lust for each other on the couch in front of them.

Then Paulina moved to find two frat boys riding a hot young woman, pumping a cock into her wet shaved pussy, bending the dickmeat as it slammed mercilessly inside her sweet hot cunt. The other was riding her face, fucking up and down into her mouth, watching her losing her mind and willing the cock deeper down her throat as his pal continued banging away. All three people were being cheered like mad as the room shouted and the many spectators jacked off or fingered themselves before finding someone to help them achieve their own orgasms.

Now as the booze flowed and she gave them access to the mansion, she saw topless women having their nipples licked and sucked, the two men being jacked off by her rapid hands. In a bedroom, one young redheaded slut with a no tan lines or a bikini was doing shots of Absolut before sucking man after man off, five or more in a circle around her, using her, and wearing her bikini on their shoulders. Her body glowed of her not wearing a bikini very often, the bronze color interrupted occasionally by the sticky remains of the previous splash of jism she took on her face or her thick fat nipples and firm round breast. Her breast jiggled, thick hard nipples tipping the firm rounded breast and men reaching down as her cheeks hollowed and breathed on cock after cock. Their cock size and personal color a non-issue for she had the ability to make a hole in the back of her head appear so she could suck them deeper, down to the root. Her tongue kept licking the underside, touching their balls and feeling their veins in the corner of her mouth bouncing, aching to shoot their wad on her face and leave her that much stickier. She smiled every time someone jacked off or had her cheeks ballooning when the load was too much for her hungry mouth, through it wasn’t very often and she was glad the men loved this talent. Again, in the corners, more people were moving, grinding, or fucking, legs high, toes pointed, and gasp of lust and pleasure rolled about on each other. Now the room of dancing, lost, drunken people getting off on each other was rising to a zenith of total pleasure and exhaustion. But the smiles they will have will be immeasurable.

As hostess, filming the delirious debauchery, she kept losing herself in the total bliss of seeing her guest happy. She filmed and sought out every frame on her digital camera and on the 8mm DVD camera. This would be something to remember.

******

It was now night time, and she was tired. There were countless cartridges of filmed action between every area of physical interaction possible. Anything and anyone willing to be opened, licked, penetrated and enjoyed repeatedly was captured on Super 8mm, filmed for her personal delight and memory. It must have been about 4:10 a.m. when she realized that the party was done and people had left, fled or escaped from her den of debauchery. There was a scattering of men’s shorts and women’s panties were slipping out of the seat cushions, from between the liquor bottles or under the deli trays now lifeless and crumb-latent.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The club was full to bursting and just being in there with so many fit women around had got me horny, even though my luck seemed to be out when it came to getting any action. Every time I tried to catch a girl’s eye, she didn’t seem interested – I guess I must have been having an off night, it happens to us all.

“Excuse me” I heard and then jolted forward as someone pushed through the crowd behind me. I turned to snap at them in irritation, but the girl who’d done it looked too pissed to bother shouting at. Her big round face was red and sweaty, strands of hair sticking to her forehead. She was wearing all black, I guess she thought it was slimming, and had three drinks in her hands.

“Sorry!” she said cheerfully and carried on barging through the crowds, slopping beer over unsuspecting people as she went. I saw her reach her friends, pass out the drinks and start dancing to the pumping music. I’d seen her type before, they get a few drinks in them, start feeling horny and then throw themselves around like they’re a supermodel or something. She was grinding and shaking it along with the R&B music, looking like a wannabe lap dancer.

Now there’s a sure bet if I ever saw one, I thought. Was I really that desperate? Well I didn’t seem likely to get any better offers and a warm body is better that jacking off over my computer keyboard yet again. I decided on my plan of action and stopped at the bar to buy a couple of beers before making my way over to her.

“Here, I got you this,” I said, handing her the bottle. She looked surprised then grinned and thanked me before downing half of it in one go. The music changed and her face lit up.

“I love this song!” and she was off, dancing as energetically as her fat little body would let her. I followed her lead and started dancing to the beat while trying to catch her eye. When I managed it, I started giving her the ‘look’, the one that tells girls you’re thinking of them in ‘that’ way. She moved closer to me and we were dancing in sync, our hips mecidiyeköy escort moving in time. It was my opportunity to move in for the kill and I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her in towards me so that our bodies were touching as we danced. She responded as I’d hoped, pushing up against me with her tits and moving her hips in rhythm with mine. She was looking up at me with what I guess was supposed to be a seductive look as she pressed against me, and I was surprised to feel my cock start to react.

I kissed her and she was so eager, it was wet and messy and she sucked and licked my tongue and lips. She was so into it that I just knew she was as horny and up for it as I was, so I knew I was going to get what I wanted from her. I slid my hands down to grab her arse, it was soft and wobbly but I enjoyed how much of it there was to play with, squeezing and stroking the cheeks. The pressure on her bum pushed her crotch closer to mine and she started grinding herself against me in time to the music.

I moved one hand up from her arse to cup one ample tit, and watched the wanton look on her face as she enjoyed me doing it. She nudged one of her knees between mine and she started rubbing her crotch against my upper thigh, while moving her thigh over my cock. I was definitely in here!

I wanted to take things further, so I steered her off towards a corner of the dance floor. She was standing backed up against the wall and she put her arms around my neck and pulled me in for another wet kiss. In that position I had easy access to her tits, kneading and pinching them. I wanted to investigate them further so I slid my hand up underneath her top and pulled up on the underwire of her bra so that her tits flopped out underneath it. They were full, soft and heavy and only sagged a little.

Before long, her nipples were solid little pebbles and as I pinched and flicked them she was making moaning noises in the back of her throat. Then merter escort she pushed me off and I thought she was starting to regret what was happening but no, she was just reaching under her top to take off her bra and stuff it in the back pocket of my jeans.

I moved back in and felt her unconstrained boobs squash against my chest. They swung and jiggled as we moved to the music, and I soon had them grabbed with both hands again. By this point my cock was throbbing and I knew I needed to get in her knickers. I put one hand between her legs and started to rub her crotch. The moaning started again, and she opened her legs wider to give me better access while pushing herself against my hand.

I was moving the thumb at the front of her where I thought her clit was and then stroking my fingers along her pussy area. She was really getting off on it, breathing heavily and screwing up her face in a frowning look as I kept working on her. I knew her pussy must be dripping and I wanted to feel it so I tried to slip my hand down between her stomach and her waistband but there wasn’t room so I pulled down the zip on the front of her trousers and slid my hand inside.

First I just cupped her outside of her panties, then I moved my hand down the front of them. She was really hairy, and I stroked the curls there for a moment before sliding my fingers lower and between her legs. I was right, she was soaking wet and was whimpering in my ear as I touched her. I tried to move my fingers up inside her but the angle was all wrong because of the constriction of her trousers so I just stroked up and down the length of her pussy lips.

Then I felt her reach down and start rubbing my crotch through my jeans so I moved my hand off of her so that she could concentrate on me. She was cupping me, stroking me, and it felt good, but I didn’t want to make do with a hand job tonight, I wanted a fuck.

“Shall we go?” I asked, and she gave me a knowing smile mutlukent escort and said “I’ll just speak to my friends”. When she came back we made our way to the exit of the club and stepped outside. It was cool, but not cold, a nice change from the heat inside.

“Let’s get a taxi back to mine,” I said but she shook her head.

“I’m staying at my friend’s house tonight, we’re meeting here in an hour. Let’s just go for a walk.”

I was disappointed but fully intended to try and swing the situation round in my favour if I could. Apparently she had the same idea, because we soon turned off down a side street and then an alley way, past some big metal bins. She pulled me towards her.

“Finally some privacy!” she said. I grinned at her, pushed her up against the wall, pulled up her top and started licking and sucking her tits. I pulled her nipples into my mouth and sucked hard, and she moaned “Oh yeah, hurt me just a little,” so as I let go I grazed her with my teeth. She must have liked that, because she started tugging at the fly of my jeans.

Then she reached down, undid the button and zip on her trousers, took my hand and put it between her legs. I pushed her knickers to one side and began to explore her, easily slipping one and then two fingers up into her wet warmth. She was bucking her hips against me and I could see she was ready to be fucked properly. I went to move my fingers away, but she grabbed my wrist and kept my hand where it was, pumping her pussy over my fingers until she cried out and came hard with a shudder that felt even more intense from inside her.

“Now you can get your cock out,” she said, smiling cheekily. I swiftly pulled down my jeans and boxers and my cock sprang out, hard and ready. I positioned myself between her legs and slid inside her, pushing right up into her sopping wet pussy and building up a slow thorough rhythm and then gradually increasing the pace so I was drilling into her. She was panting and moaning, pinching and twisting her nipples which only made her hornier and wetter. Before long she was coming all over my cock and then I was pumping cum all over her pussy.

After it was all over, we were both a little bit embarrassed about how carried away we got, but we did exchange numbers, so maybe me and the horny fat chick might get together some time soon and see what else we could get up to….

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

This was about a week ago, well just a week ago. Last Friday to be exact. I had been to a friend’s house to her stag party. That’s called something else… right a hen night (internet is great for these things).

We had had a great time at a restaurant having a meal and then in the pubs and clubs of the area. Finally we had gone back to her house to finish off the evening. The way we planned to finish off the evening was original too.

There were six of us and we had “picked up” three guys at one of the first pubs we had been to. They had followed us from pub to club to pub and had become part of our little celebration.

At the end of the evening, around five in the morning, we had decided to go home and to invite them with us. We were all pretty far gone at that point and I don’t know what Meri’s idea was. Whether she really meant to have sex with one or several of them, it wouldn’t be the first time for her but she was getting married after all.

We drove home, stupid but old habits die hard in this part of the world, and the guys drove behind us. Meri parked her car in her spot and told the guys to park theirs in a vacant spot that is for sale quite near to hers. Then we fell out of the car, quite literally, six of us packed into her Audi A3, we opened the doors and literally fell out.

Amid laughter and lots of very forward suggestions we made our way to the door to the lifts. Meri, Lara and two of the guys took the lift up to her flat from the car park first. It is an old lift so really only four can use it or it stops all the time.

Whilst we were waiting Alex, the third guy, was pawing at all of us and we were all making very lewd and creative suggestions as to what might happen next, I swear he was fully erect already.

From the looks of it Sara was ready to have him right there too. He was licking her cleavage and moulding her breasts through her dress.

The lift arrived back down and saved us from impromptu group sex right there in the cold damp basement. We opened the door and Noelia jumped in quick saying she had to pee, Nerea got in with her and Sara, Alex and I were left there at the door.

Noelia urged us to get in quick but the question was who, the lift would take two more people but not three. Who should stay behind? Sara seemed to have it very clear and started pushing me towards the lift. I laughed and went along with it but then Alex pulled her into his arms and kissed her full on.

He kissed her hard and she let go of me and sort of just melted into him. He took hold of her wrists, gave her a small push into the lift, slammed the grill shut and the lift activated because Noelia already had her finger on the button.

The doors closed and it disappeared from view.

This took me a little by surprise and as I turned towards Alex I realised he wasn’t half as drunk as he made himself out to be.

There was nothing more than the dim light of an energy saving bulb above us. The stairs climbed up into darkness off to our left and the door to the car park was behind me. Alex took a step closer to me.

“If you want me to stop then just make it clear,” he said, “but I don’t think you will.”

He reached towards me and slipped his hand around the back of my neck. He was now very close to me, I was suddenly feeling very vulnerable, very small, very weak and üsküdar escort very very hot. He had tapped directly into the vein.

With his right hand he reached right into the front of my dress and inside the cup of my bra. His large fingers closed around my breast and he squeezed my nipple with his finger and thumb. Pleasure and just a little pain.

My lips opened as I started to breathe more deeply. He pulled my face over to just under his tilting me up towards him, his mouth was poised over mine.

“I am going to fuck you right here until you scream.”

God how sexy that sounded. I think I just moaned a little.

He moved his hand up and pulled the shoulder of my dress down, the strap of my bra went with it. He lunged forward and bit into the skin of my shoulder were my neck begins. He bit me hard enough to make me flinch and then began to kiss up to under my ear.

His left hand on the back of my neck controlled me and didn’t let me get away. Then he pulled back and kissed me for real, his mouth crushing down on mine, invading mine.

His kiss was bruising and tasted of alcohol. I was pushed up against the wall now to the right of the lift almost in the corner. He released the back of my neck as his kiss now kept me attached to him, sucking me in and making escape impossible.

With his left hand he now repeated the action of before leaving my dress pulled down around my bust line, holding my arms against me. The straps of my bra were now off my shoulders and he pulled out of our kiss leaving just enough space between us for him to see me clearly. He paused then took hold of the top of the cups of my bra and pulled them down leaving my breasts exposed.

I am very happy with my chest, I think my breasts, whilst quite small, are well shaped with well sized nipples. My breasts and especially my nipples give me a lot of pleasure so I like it when someone appreciates them. I adore seeing their appreciation in the expression on their face.

He had that expression then, adoration, desire, lust, a great combination that makes me really happy and is a real turn on. My nipples were already quite hard and I was looking good, Alex though surprised me. He slapped me hard on my right breast, a slap going downwards that caught my breast and nipple and really startled me.

I yelped and started to curse but then he did the same to my left breast. I yelped again, not so much from the pain but from the shock of it. My shoulders curved in as if to protect me and I brought my hands up between us. He caught me hands and leaned it again to kiss me.

His kiss was more forceful now, more a question of power and control. I squirmed against him tears in my eyes. His tongue invaded my mouth and he opened my arms so that his body pressed against me.

I could feel his hard cock against me and his chest pressed against my sensitive breasts.

Getting slapped like that was new to me and it was only thanks to the way he was kissing me that I managed to get over it. Then I discovered that it was like getting spanked, once you got over the initial shock and lovely warmth spread over me.

I started getting hot again. He seemed to sense this and so broke off his kissing. He still had hold of my hands. As he pulled away I bit into his lip at yenibosna escort the last moment and tasted blood as he pushed us apart.

We stood there facing off. He was sucking on his lip and I was staring at him defiantly. His hands on my wrists held me immobilised easily. He waited presumably to see if I told him to fuck off or something. I just stared defiance. He smiled then.

Flipping my round by my wrists he pushed me against the wall and placed a firm hand between my naked shoulder blades to hold me still.

One handed he undid the clasp on my bra so that it now hung trapped between my body and the wall. Then he reached down and fumbled at the back of my dress.

Undoing the zip would have been difficult given how we were standing but he managed to undo the fasteners on the left side that kept it snug to my body. With those undone it was now loose enough for him to pull it down past my waist and my thighs and for it to fall to the floor. I was left standing in my black thigh high stockings and my knickers.

I wondered what he would want to do now, I didn’t really fancy being spanked in a stairwell though who knows, once he started I may well have enjoyed it.

His right hand squeezed and moulded the cheeks of my ass. He seemed to like that as well. His left hand moved to the nape of my neck and turned me round again. We stood close, I was afraid he would slap my breasts again and was trembling slightly.

He reached out but this time traced patterns on my skin with the tips of his fingers. I trembled even more but loved the feeling. His hand went to his belt and he started unbuckling it. As he freed up the top of his trousers his left hand pushed me downwards, this was a game I knew how to play.

I sank to my knees, not easy in heels, thankfully kneeling mostly on my own dress. He had his trousers open now and I reached out with my hands to free his erection.

Again he surprised me, not an easy thing to do normally, he batted my hands away and pushed my arms down to my sides. When I was still he used his own hands to slowly drop his trousers to his knees and then he slipped a thumb into the waistband of his underwear to pull it down slowly.

He had a sense of the dramatic and took his time to reveal his cock. When he did I was licking my lips in anticipation.

His cock wasn’t extremely long but was very thick and had a large round purple head. He was circumcised and his cock was plastered with hot throbbing veins. A few cms under its head it went from light pink to a darker colour in a quite dramatic line. It was a very sexy member. I couldn’t see his face in the half dark but I bet he was smiling.

He put his hand in my hair and pulled me towards it, I had my mouth open in anticipation. He rubbed his head around my mouth, I stuck my tongue out to caress it. As I did he pulled away sharply. I put my tongue back in my mouth and he started again.

We played like this for a short while, me trying to catch his cock with my tongue and him just rubbing it on my lips. It was a fun game and made me feel very sexy.

I licked my lips a lot and soon the head of his cock was slipping around my lips rather than rubbing on them. Finally he allowed my tongue to trap him and pulled me close enough to be able to encircle zeytinburnu escort the head of his cock with my tongue.

I licked him and probed the hole in its head. I pursed my lips and kissed it hard. He was starting to get really turned on, I could taste his precum on my lips.

Finally he pulled me closed still and leaned into me. The head of his cock slipped into my mouth and filled it, I could feel it pushing against my palate. I tried to use my tongue on it in my mouth but it was hard because his head was so large. He changed the angle and pushed his cock further in down towards my throat.

It was large and thick and filled my mouth, I had my nose in his pubic hair and I could feel his balls swing against my chin as he moved. God I was loving it.

He didn’t make me gag, thankfully he didn’t seem to be trying to do it, because he surely would if he had tried. I did my best to cover my teeth with my lips but when my teeth did scrape against his skin he sucked in air sharply and seemed to enjoy it.

He was now fucking my mouth in slow but sure movements. He kept his left hand in my hair and kept on with the movements but he angled his body to one side so he could reach down with his right hand and caress my left breast. He toyed with my nipple cupped my breast. I was getting quite wet now, I could feel my own desire rising in me strongly.

I didn’t want him to come and me to lose the chance to get fucked but that suddenly became redundant as an option.

The lift beside us sprang into life. I heard its motors start and the whoosh as the counter weight went up. It was on its way down. Meri lives on the ninth floor so we had a few seconds. His cock was pulled out of my mouth, I gave a small cry of disappointment.

He pulled me up off my knees and scooped up my dress and bra bundling them up into my arms.

“Up the stairs quick, it’s dark there.”

He was right but I was very reluctant to leave him,.

“Come with me,” I said. “We can go to my place.”

As I said this he was pushing me up the stairs into the dark.

“I would love to but I can’t, I have to drive.”

I was on the first landing now standing almost naked in my heels and stockings. I threw my dress on the floor in disgust.

He was back in front of the lift, he was doing up his trousers, trapping his erection up against his stomach and using his belt to hold it in place.

The lift arrived. I stamped my foot hard in protest. My heel broke and I had to lean against the wall. He looked up towards the sharp sound from the darkness unable to see me but recognising the sound for what it was.

“Sorry,” he mouthed in my direction.

The other two guys stumbled out of the lift. They were cursing and bad mouthing Meri and the other girls who, from what they were saying, had quickly thrown them out of the flat.

One of them asked him about the other girl, not realising that I was only three metres away in the dark almost naked.

“She went back to her car,” he said, “they’re all the same.”

They professed their agreement and started to go back into the car park in search of Alex’s car.

He was the last to start to go out the door. Just as he looked back I clicked on the stair light switch I had lent against when my heel had broken.

The stairs were flooded with light and I struck a sexy pose just for him.

Legs akimbo, one hand cupping my breast and the other flat on my sex. His face was a picture and I really believe he might have changed his mind and stayed but his friends pulled him out into the car park from the other side of the door.

The timer clicked round and I was plunged into darkness again.

Damn.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

I am Red Cleopatra. I stand 5’6″, with red hair, blue eyes, and DD breasts. The major difference between the real Cleopatra and me is that I would have required my own harem. I love men, not one in particular, but all men. I love the feel of a hard body against mine and the texture of their flesh. I love the feel of a hard dick inside me, and calloused hands pressed to my flesh. I have the daily necessities of life that I must attend to, but when that is over I want to be fucked. One man has never been able to satisfy me, if one is ever had that can, I would be tamed. I have the stamina and the drive to bring one man to the point of exhaustion quickly. I can only remember one time in my life that I was truly satisfied, and that is what I am going to share with you.

I was 21 and was working a prison. After a twelve-hour shift of yelling at inmates, I was more than ready to release some tension. I called my Captain and asked if we could talk at my place that night. He was 6’3″ and very well built, still in the prime of his life being in his mid 30’s with blond hair, blue eyes. He was a large man, the kind I love that makes me feel small and overpowered. I was wearing a black pull over dress when I answered the door and let him in. I have found that men love to comfort a damsel in distress. When he arrived we sat on my couch and talked shop for a while. I sat as close to him as I dared with my hand on his thigh. I went and got something to drink and when I came back I stood in front of him between his knees. I looked him in the eyes as I straddled his lap and kissed him.

He pulled me to him and we kissed. All I wore under my dress was a black bra and I loved the feel of his coarse jeans against my shaved pussy. As we kissed I rocked my hips over his hard cock, teasing him and myself. While he was still kissing me he had one hand cupping the back of my head and the other wandered to my pussy. He used the back of his thumb to slide over my clit and inside me, using sancaktepe escort the ridges on the back of his thumb to tease my clit. He moved his other arm around my waist and I arched my back. He was teasing my nipples through my dress as his thumb was driving me insane, unpredictably slipping inside my pussy from time to time just to slide back over my clit again. I had my hands on his shoulders for leverage and was riding his lap while trying not to lose my mind, while he teased me with how he was going to fuck my tight pussy. When I finally reached my orgasm, he told me to keep my eyes open and the whole time he told me how wet I was and what he was going to do to me.

He slipped my dress down to my waist and hooked my bra under my breasts so he could explore them better. They were too big to fit in his hands so he cupped them while he sucked and nibbled on my nipples. My pussy was still sensitive and the feel of his jeans moving against me almost made me cum again. We stood up and he zipped his jeans, he had barely freed his cock when I went down and tried to fit it all in my mouth. Sucking his hard cock in as far as it would go while moving my tongue over it at the same time. He fell back on the couch again and moaned. I settled in next to him on the couch never relinquishing his cock and he reached between my legs and plunged his middle finger back into my cunt careful not to touch my clit again… yet. His cock was thick, I could feel my lips stretching to accommodate its size and it was long enough that I had to circle the base of it with my fingers because I couldn’t fit it all in my mouth. His jeans were around his ankles. I had his huge cock in my mouth sucking and licking with everything I had while he had his finger in my pussy; I rocked back on his hand, bringing my mouth up to the tip of his cock and then back forward again. It only took about five minutes of that and he we were both Cumming. sarıyer escort I kept sucking the whole time, not letting any of his cum escape my mouth.

He stood up again and picked me up. He leaned me over the back of the couch and grabbed my hair as he impaled me. His cock had gone a little slack after he came, but he still had to work to get all of it inside me. As I rocked back on his cock I would tighten the muscles in my pussy to squeeze down on him. He groaned and slapped me on the ass with his free hand, telling me that this time he wasn’t going to cum so quickly. As he fucked me he reached around me again and started to play with my clit again. I came quickly as he slammed his cock into me, but he never stopped. I came again and again, him never letting up on the exquisite torture. By the time he came, I was crying. My whole body was so sensitive that it was shaking and, if it weren’t for him holding me up, I would have been in the floor. We lay down in my bed and went to sleep my body still tingling and full of his cum.

When I awoke an hour later it was to him running his finger over my clit again while he nibbled on my breasts. I came again quickly, my body bucking and him holding me down, covering my body with his as he impaled me once again. He brought my legs up to his shoulders and brought the lower half of my body up so he could enter me fully, and enter me fully he did, slamming into my cunt over and over again, while I went crazy under him. I never stopped Cumming while he pounded into my pussy. When I woke up around midnight, he had left. There was a note and a rose on the other pillow and my pussy was sore to being at the point of hypersensitive.

I knew what I had to do, I needed more cock, but to do so I had to hurry. I pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt and jumped in my car. I had been seeing a bouncer at a local bar for about 6 months and it was close to closing time. sefaköy escort I arrived at the bar about an hour before closing. He was watching the door and most of the clientele had gone. I gave him a hug and sat down on the stool beside him. As I have said before, men seem to love a damsel in distress so I confessed my deeds to him and told him that I couldn’t believe what I had done. How was I going to look at my Captain again at work? He closed the bar early since it was almost empty anyway, and I followed him to his place. He ran a hot shower and undressed me. Tenderly he washed my body and hair. He laid me on the bed and started kissing me. Oh, I love the way men comfort a distraught woman. I got up on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. I loved his cock. I loved his body, shaved of all hair.

He knew better than to put his hand on the back of my head while I sucked his dick, he knew I would stop, so he grabbed the headboard as I sucked him dry. I really do love the taste of cum. He knew it was going to take some time for him to recover so he started sucking on my clit while he teased it with his tongue at the same time. My cunt was still hypersensitive and my body began to buck. He finger fucked me while sucking on my clit and my body arched up off of the bed. The only contact my body had with the bed was the heels of my feet and my head and shoulders. He could sit between my legs with my cunt coming up to meet his mouth with his finger still moving in and out of my aching hole. When I came it was explosive, he had to hold me still to keep his mouth on my clit. Draining every bit of the orgasm out of my body.

He then rolled me over on my stomach and entered me. My legs together and him deep inside my pussy with the length of my body pressed into the mattress. This is one of my favorite positions because I can imagine it is another man under me pressed to me while the one above me fucks me. I love the feel of his stomach against my ass as he pounded into my pussy. Moving in and out, hitting my cervix with each thrust. By the time I made it back to my home I had been fucked by two men, had about 15 orgasms and swallowed about 4 loads of cum all in less than 12 hours.

I lay in my bed still filled with cum and touched myself, while remembering both men and Cumming one last time before I slept like a baby.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Cuckold was a familiar term in Shakespeare’s plays. And I knew, even before I married Clara, that it would come to this.

For ten minutes she had been holding my gaze, but as her eyes fluttered, and her breathing quickened, she finally gave in. Closing her eyes, throwing back her head, parting her lips, and uttering a long drawn out cry, she started to cum.

I was watching her face, framed by the arm of the sofa, and his head and shoulder, his naked body arched, and flexed above her. Her long legs were half in the air above his dark, muscular buttocks, which were glistening with sweat.

A few more thrusts of his hips, and he started to cum too. The telltale pumping reaction of his brown testicles, were witness to the gushing of his semen inside her.

Gradually their two bodies relaxed down into the leather sofa. Clara’s eyes opened, and looked into mine. I was transfixed by it all. I had been cuckolded, as she had planned, and I knew my place.

As the tall, black, muscular body disengaged himself, and stood up, he turned, and I saw his large cock still seeping spunk. I watched the white liquid drip onto the carpet.

Clara otele gelen escort lay back, spreading her legs even wider to show me the oozing semen, which was dribbling from her pussy.

“Get down and lick him clean,” she barked.

I hurried to kneel before him, and took the head of his cock into my mouth, tasting the cocktail of spunk, and pussy juice.

“Ok Carl, you get back to work, I’ll be in touch.”

Carl, the black guy, picked up his t-shirt, jeans, and trainers, got dressed, and left.

“Well, slug, you’ve finally watched me have better sex than ever you could give me. Get down here, and lick me out.”

Obediently, I moved on my knees to between her thighs, and pushed my tongue into the mush that was Clara’s cum covered pussy. I sucked up the semen, swallowing it as I went. My face was smeared with the remnants of this sexual episode, and I knew that this was just the beginnng.

Clara was a successful, high powered defence lawyer in the criminal justice system. She was tall, attractive, intelligent, highly sexed, and loved being in control.

When pendik escort we met six years ago, I was a successful property developer. A self made man, who had everything except a partner or wife. I was easy pickings for this ambitious woman, who at that time needed a wealthy benefactor.

She clearly knew I didn’t match up in bed, but she singled me out, and within a year we were married.

How it all happened I do not know. Maybe because I had no family, and marriage provided the one thing I didn’t have. But it became obvious that I had to live by the rules.

Essentially at home Clara was in charge, outwardly in public we were a wealthy, average couple.

I realised after a few months of marriage that she was probably having sex elsewhere. I was allowed sex with Clara on the last Friday of every month, but she rarely had an orgasm with me, and usually only when I performed oral sex on her.

The episode with Carl was last month.

He was a guy she had contacted on an online swinging site, and had briefly met for a coffee, and had told him what she required.

Each rus escort day since, she had reminded me about it, and when she wanted to humiliate me it became a ritual that I was forced to sit in the chair in the corner of the bedroom, and watch her masturbate using one of her many ‘toys.’

She liked to show me how she could orgasm at will, and how completely unsuccessful I was at pleasing her. Occasionally she would ask me to masturbate myself, and then ridicule me, at the lack of pleasure I showed.

As I watched her she would tell me how Carl had satisfied her, and how she was going to repeat it whenever she felt the need.

And we did repeat it. Carl was called into action the following week.

This time I had to watch as Clara was made to cum, Carl buried his face into her pussy, and using his tongue brought her off. And then with me inches away, she straddled him on the carpet, and rode him, cumming again, before he masturbated over her breasts. I was then made to lick up every last drop, and swallow it all.

On the few times Clara was away on legal cases in the north of England, I was allowed to watch her masturbate on Skype in her hotel room. This was her way of keeping control at a distance. However, even these occasions were gradually becoming more humiliating for me.

The last couple of times as she masturbated she would show me another guy watching her in the room, then as soon as she’d cum she would end the Skype and let me imagine what happened next.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32