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Melissa was away for a couple of days visiting her mother in Springfield, who was in the hospital. Fortunately, it turned out to be relatively minor. I got up early and went to the office. I rarely worked Saturdays but I was up against a tight deadline on my project and needed to review the weekly field reports. Sixteen of the twenty sites were on track, two were ahead of schedule and two were behind although one had made significant progress the previous week. If that team had another good week, they would be up to speed.

Game three was starting at four o’clock and although the Sox were down two-zip, like every other Red Sox fan, I was sure this one would be different. They were back home at Fenway. Although I had just spent the entire day at the office, I still needed to get some work done, so I brought my laptop and briefcase. Normally, I went to McNally’s, a pub closer to our apartment when I wanted to catch a game out. But it would be loud and packed wall to wall with boisterous patrons pounding down beers and cheering on the Sox. I went to Sullivan’s instead. It was closer to the office but still walking distance to our apartment. It wouldn’t be nearly as busy on a Saturday. It catered to a more upscale work-week crowd. Drinks were a bit more expensive and the beers on tap were all craft brews and Irish or English imports. If you wanted to drink a mass-produced American beer at Sully’s, you were getting it in a bottle.

Melissa called just before I left the office. She told me her mother was doing well and would be discharged the next morning. She was going to dinner with her father, two brothers and their wives, and would get home late that night. When she asked me what I had planned, I told her what I was up to and where I was going. She asked why Sully’s, and I told her I still had some work to do. It would be quieter. I could get some work done and still catch the game. I made Mel promise not to drink too much. She promised to wake me when she got in.

I got to Sully’s just before the starting lineups were announced. It was somewhat busier than expected but I still didn’t have any trouble getting a booth where I could spread out and work. Most patrons crowded around the big screen. I ordered a Sam Adams Honey Porter, a Rueben, and a Caesar salad from the attractive Irish immigrant waitress and got to work.

Like every other Red Sox fan on the planet, I was sure the Sox were going to turn it around but in the back of my mind, I couldn’t escape a well-justified sense of doom. The Yankees jumped out to an early lead in the first but the Sox went ahead in the second inning. When the Yanks tied it in the third, the place got quiet. In the fourth, after Sheffield hit a three run shot, a collective groan went through the bar that made me lift my head from my work. That was when I saw her.

She looked out of place. She drew attention from the predominantly male patrons as she passed by the crowd. She wore an expensive gray silk business suit with a magenta silk blouse. The suit seemed odd for a Saturday. She was about five foot six with thick, wavy dark hair that hung past her shoulders. Her eyes were a positively luminescent blue-gray. High cheek bones, a flawless fair complexion, sensuous lips, a narrow nose, and a small narrow chin assembled a face from a fashion magazine cover. She was slender with an appealing shape that wasn’t disguised by the suit. She moved with an easy grace that suggested she was an athlete.

I had a sense that I’d seen her before. But I was sure I didn’t know her. She nodded at me and I nodded back. She sat at the bar across from my booth. I could see her face reflected in the mirror behind the bar. Her attention was on the small television that I had been watching, just to her left. I watched the remainder of the debacle that was the Yankee half of the fourth inning and then returned to my work.

A parade of men, disgusted with the game, approach her. Every suitor was sent away. When one persisted and got a bit too close for her comfort, Sully, who had been watching from his post at the quiet end of the bar, approached.

Sully might have been in his late sixties, but no one fucked with him. He was six foot seven inches of muscle and looked more like he was in his forties than sixties. Sully’s didn’t attract a clientele that justified having a bouncer so a peaceable resolution was likely. The guy about jumped out of his shoes when Sully gently put a hand on his shoulder. He put up his hands in surrender and turned to go back to the crowd at the big screen. That wasn’t going to be good enough. Sully took him by the elbow and assertively led him toward the front door, telling his bar maid to call a cab. There was no resistance from the patron, dwarfed and cowed by Sully. Sully kept the guy company until the cab arrived. Sully would keep the conversation light and avoid any mention of the woman at the bar. But it would also manage to induce a sense of dread.

I hadn’t seen my waitress since she cleared my meal dishes and I wanted another beer. So I went to the bar üsküdar escort and stood next to gray-suit as I waited for service. She looked at me, openly dismayed by my presence. She expected me to hit on her, too. But I just nodded to acknowledge her and turned to get the attention of the bar maid. I returned to my seat when I got my beer. Several more guys approached, by this time the game result was a foregone conclusion, and she sent them all away. I felt sorry for her, but Sully was keeping watch and her issues were not my problem.

I started packing my work to leave when I spotted another guy approach gray-suit. She spotted him, too. Before he got there, she got up and startled me by sliding into the booth next to me. She nodded and smiled. The look on the new suitor’s face suggested he wanted to kick my ass. Some guys just don’t have a clue.

She leaned into me a bit and asked, ‘Do you mind if I sit here for a few minutes. If they think we know each other, maybe the parade will stop.’

‘Sure,’ I told her. ‘But I’m going to leave as soon as I get my check and settle up.’

‘That’s OK,’ she said. ‘I just want to sit for a few minutes and not get hit on. You’re not staying until the game ends?’

‘Nah. I know how it ends. I’ve lived here all my life. Once again, they’re going to disappoint in the worst possible way.’ I told her.

‘That’s a fatalist’s attitude. Where’s your faith in the team?’ she asked.

‘Oh, I have faith. It’s just tempered by years of disappointment.’ I laughed.

‘I thought you were going to be another one when you stood next to me earlier. But you didn’t make a pass at me. You just got your beer and returned to your booth. Just out of curiosity, why not?’

‘Well, there were two reasons. First, you sent a long line of guys packing, so it was pretty easy to conclude you weren’t interested in company. And second, but more important, I’m in a committed relationship.’ I told her.

She looked down at my left hand. ‘You’re not wearing a ring.’

‘I didn’t say I was married.’

The waitress appeared at that moment. I asked for the check. She reached into her apron pocket, rummaged through a stack until she found mine and handed it to me. I handed it back to her. ‘You need to add another porter. I got one at the bar when I didn’t see you for a while.’

‘Sully said that one is on him. When the lady joined you, he could stop worrying about her.’

I shrugged and handed her my credit card and she went off to run it.

Gray Suit leaned toward me again but this time, I felt her hot breath in my ear. Her hand slid up my leg and caressed my cock, which had been sleeping contentedly. Her hand didn’t linger. She removed if before I could move to push it away. But that didn’t stop the response. She grinned at me.

‘You really shouldn’t have done that.’ I told her.

‘Because you’re in a committed relationship?’

‘Well that, and now I have to sit here a for a few minutes before I can leave.’

Smiling, her hand fondled my erection, again briefly. ‘That’s OK. I can finish my beer and then you can walk me to my car.’

‘Not a good idea,’ I told her.

‘Relax. I’m not trying to pick you up. I just want to get to my car un-accosted. You seem my best bet.’

‘Why did you do that, then?’ I asked.

‘I was curious. It seemed like it might be fun to tease you a bit. It looks like you enjoyed it. And you haven’t really complained.’

She did indeed only want an escort to her car. She pointed to indicate the direction to her car, coincidentally toward home for me. She walked next to me. Close enough that an observer would conclude we were together, but not close enough to suggest we were a couple. She didn’t say anything on the short walk and I wasn’t inclined to initiate a conversation. No goodbye, no thank you, or anything else for that matter when she got to her car. She just got in, checked traffic, and drove away without a glance in my direction.

I headed home, watched a movie and went to bed, knowing Mel would wake me when she got in.

I’ve always been a sound sleeper but I guess I never realized just how sound. I woke when I felt something pressing against my lips. I opened my mouth and a ball-shaped object was thrust in and some kind of flexible band was pulled behind my head to secure it. When I tried to remove it, I found that my hands were secured to the headboard and my feet to the bedframe. A blindfold covered my eyes. I tried to scream but the ball in my mouth effectively stifled my ability to generate any kind of volume.

My first thought, was ‘What the fuck is going on?’ My next reaction was panic.

I thrashed around trying to get free but to no avail. The heavy, antique cast bronze headboard Mel contributed to our furnishings was not about to give. And whatever I was bound with didn’t give, either. The hot breath next to my ear, frankly, unnerved me. A feminine voice whispered. ‘Relax, this won’t hurt. In fact, I think şerifali escort you’ll enjoy it.’ It wasn’t Mel, that much I could tell. It wasn’t her voice and it wasn’t her perfume. The scent seemed familiar, though.

I thrashed about for a few more minutes until I felt cold metal on my belly. I stopped struggling immediately. I felt my tee shirt pulled taut and heard scissors cutting my shirt. The sleeves were each cut and the shirt was pulled from under me. I felt the steel again on my legs, as first one leg, then the other of my boxers were cut free. ‘You can thrash around again, if you like. We’re done with the scissors,’ the voice whispered.

I was in a panic. Mel was coming home tonight. If my tormentor was gone when she arrived, Mel would not understand finding me tied up and naked. Hell, I couldn’t understand it. I was at loss to even begin to understand how I got into this predicament. If my tormentor was still here, what would happen to Mel? How the hell did this happen? How the hell did whoever she was get in? Did I neglect to lock up and set the alarm?

I thrashed around a bit more, but eventually, I had to stop.

Once I stopped moving, I felt a fingernail begin to trace my pectoral muscles. The touch sent shivers through me. The fingernail moved to the center of my chest and headed south. When it got to my navel, it paused there and circled around it a couple of times before again heading south. When the finger nail arrived at my pubic hair, it was joined by the fingers of both hands. The fingers gently entangled in the hair, tugged it, and caressed the skin under it. I found it oddly arousing, considering the circumstances and I began to feel the sensations that heralded my imminent erection.

Once I was hard, the fingers stopped caressing and the hands pressed down on my hips. Next I felt hot breath on my cock. It felt like my cock was surrounded by her mouth rather than in it. There was no physical contact. Only hot, moist breath betrayed the presence of her mouth. The weight on my right hip went away and I felt the hand flutter across my leg, sending chills up my spine. Fingernails began caressing my balls while hot breath continued to stimulate my cock head.

The hot breath went away and the weight on the bed shifted. Her body came to rest on my chest. I could feel damp pubic hair rubbing up and down my chest. One set of fingernails continued to caress my sac. Another fingernail traced the vein on the shaft of my cock. The weight on the bed shifted again. Fingers cupped my balls and gently rolled them around inside the sac. The hand that had been on my cock shaft moved to my lips. The ball in my mouth pivoted a bit and I felt some pressure pushing it into my mouth. I bit down on the ball, which was made of a semi-hard rubber-like material. My teeth sunk into it readily and easily held the ball in place, although I could still feel a force pushing down on it.

I got a whiff of feminine arousal, then felt soft pubic hair on my chin. I wondered what the hell I had in my mouth. I knew what a ball gag was though I had no personal experience with one. But this was different somehow. The weight lifted off my face and the pressure pushing the ball into my mouth was relieved. In fact, it felt like it was being pulled up. I tried to spit it out but the straps held in in place. After just a brief moment, the downward pressure returned. I bit into the ball again.

The body above me let out a moan. It repeatedly lifted up and then pushed down. Each change in direction, brought change in the direction of force on the ball in my mouth. I figured it out after a minute or so. The ball in my mouth that had a dildo on it. OK, fuck this, I thought. Time to take some action.

When the pressure was downward again, I lifted my head off my pillow, thrusting into the pussy coming at me. I heard a gasp. When the pressure reversed, I relaxed my neck and my head fell back onto the pillow, eliciting another gasp. I did this several times, the woman above me gasping and whimpering. Finally, what I was working toward happened. All pressure on the ball went away as the dildo slipped out of her. I turned my head to the side. When she pushed back down, there was nothing to impale herself on.

She spoke again. ‘Son of a bitch,’ she said. ‘I was so close.’

The bed shifted as she changed positions. I felt the hand on my face again and felt the ball being pulled so that my face had to turn toward the pussy above me. I tried to resist but the pressure was too much. The pussy returned to my face and I felt legs move up to either side of my head. Feet went over my shoulders and hooked under my arms. My face was now trapped in place.

The up and down pace increased. She didn’t make the same mistake again. Fluids began to seep onto my lips. They were warm and slick. Pubic hair tickled the end of my nose each time she came down on the dildo. All through this, my cock remained rock-solid.

I felt her weight shift on the bed again as she changed positions. The hand forced my head back into position as she once again began fucking herself. I felt hot breath on my cock head. This time, I felt lips on the head and then a hot, wet mouth slid down my cock toward my balls. When the lips bottomed out against me, my face got soaked by her orgasm. She kept me buried in her mouth as her hips thrashed up and down on the dildo. I couldn’t bring myself to resist. The sensation of her hot mouth on my cock was pushing me toward the brink.

When I felt my orgasm begin, my hips involuntarily lifted off the bed. A hand grasped the base of my cock as the mouth quickly withdrew, stopping just long enough to swirl a slippery tongue around the head before releasing me completely. The swirls pushed me over the precipice. I fired a first jet of semen into space. I didn’t feel it land. The second, third, and fourth ejections were also launched into empty space but I felt them land on my chest and abdomen.

The pussy on my face lifted up and the dildo popped free, completely relieving the pressure on the ball. I felt the blindfold pulled off but by the time my eyes adjusted to the dim light, she was standing in the doorway with her back to me. Her dark hair looked like it had been through a windstorm. I lifted my head to get a look and the view confirmed that the ball did indeed have a life-like dick attached to it. The dark-haired woman had a trim waist, a nicely shaped ass, and great legs. She stood with her back to me and appeared to be sending a text message. She didn’t seem familiar.

She didn’t turn toward me but stood looking out into the next room. After a few minutes, I heard the front door open and Mel appeared. She barely glanced at me before going over to my tormentor. They kissed. This wasn’t a peck on the cheek between friends. This was a passionate endeavor undertaken by two lovers. By the movement of the muscles on her face, I could tell Mel’s tongue was active inside the unidentified woman’s mouth.

When they broke the kiss, she smiled over at me. ‘How did it go, Ashley?’ she asked.

‘It went just fine.’ I recognized the voice immediately. It was Gray Suit from Sully’s. ‘You were right, when he falls asleep, he’s out. I had him trussed and blindfolded without any response from him at all. He didn’t react until I started to put the gag in his mouth. He was a bit of trouble at first. He thrashed around but eventually realized he couldn’t break free. He’s inventive, I’ll give him that. He managed to get the dildo out of my pussy at a most inopportune moment.’

Mel came over and sat on the bed next to me. ‘David, remember our conversation last fall?’

I knew exactly which conversation she was talking about. At the time, we had been living together for about three months.

Mel had come home from work early on Friday and surprised me with my favorite meal. Fortunately, I got out of work on time for a change. We enjoyed a bottle of Malbec and snuggled up on the couch listening to classic rock. ‘Honey, can we talk about something?’ she asked.

I figured this was the ‘Where is this relationship going?’ talk. We had dated for a little over a year and then, at her suggestion, we moved in together. It was an easy transition. We looked for an apartment together and eventually found one to our liking. Walking distance to my job and two stops on the T to hers. The rent was high but still much less than we were paying for two apartments. Our taste in furniture was similar so we had no trouble furnishing the new place with what we already had. Even deciding what to part with was easy. After over a year together, I thought the talk was past due. And, frankly, I was ready to take the leap.

‘Sure, Mel.’ I told her. ‘I think I know what you want to talk about.’

‘You do?’ She sounded skeptical.

‘You want to talk about getting married. Or at least committing to a future together. I’d like that. The prospect of spending my life with you makes me very happy.’ I told her.

‘That’s sweet,’ she said. ‘But, no that’s not what I want to talk about. At least not right now.’

‘OK, what do you want to talk about?’ I asked, somewhat surprised and a bit embarrassed.

‘I’m not sure if I can really explain it but I’m going to try. You know I love you?’

I didn’t like the way that sounded. ‘Are you breaking up with me?’ I asked.

She was clearly exasperated by the question. ‘No, David, I’m not breaking up with you. I’ve got almost everything I could ever want in our relationship. But there is one thing missing and I need to resolve it before we can have the move forward talk.’ Mel had her head on my shoulder. Her hand was inside my shirt, caressing my chest.

‘What can I do to make everything right for you? I’ll give you anything I can.’ I told her, meaning every word of it.

‘I like girls,’ she said simply.

I sat upright. My change in position forced her to do the same. ‘What? But, our sex life . . . You always seem to enjoy sex with me.’

‘I do, I do. I really enjoy making love to you. I love everything about our sex life. I love it when you fuck me hard. I love when we take it slow and easy. I love sucking your cock. My senses fail me when you lick my clit and suck my pussy. Everything we do I enjoy and want to do with you again and again and again.’

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I couldn’t believe the situation I found myself in…. Jeff, my buddy, had asked me to help a female friend of his move some furniture and I agreed. After the moving was finished she offered us a beer and we sat around the living room chatting. She was just a little bitty thing, no taller than 5″3 and maybe a 100 lbs soaking wet. Short brown hair framed beautiful green eyes with a nicely shaped ass and small breasts to complete the picture. She was barefoot, wearing a pair of snuggly fitting shorts and a tube top with no bra. Inwardly, I started drooling when we first walked in, especially when Jeff told me she was just a good friend, no more.

A second round of beer was followed by a third and then the cards came out. She asked if we were poker players. (I wanted to poke-her alright.) We played a few friendly rounds and then she said, “Let’s make it interesting.) With two and a half beers down, I quickly agreed and so did Jeff. Strip poker was her game; loser removed a piece of clothing. I hadn’t done this since high school, but I certainly knew the rules. My dick leapt at the thought of seeing more of this young lovely and I begin to believe the evening would end with me screwing this beauty. Mathematically, I counted three pieces of clothing on her and Jeff and I were both fully clothed! This wouldn’t take long!

Jeff won the first round. Sally took off her short pants revealing a small thong. I took off a shoe. Sally quickly realized the inequity of the situation and demanded that I at least take off both shoes! I complied with the magnanimous gesture of removing, not only my shoes, but both socks as well. Jeff and Sally laughed.

The next round got a little more interesting. As Sally looked at her cards, she brought her feet together and spread her knees out giving Jeff and me a clear shot of her crotch. As she pondered her cards, she “absent-mindedly” dropped one hand and began running a finger up and down the small patch of fabric on her thong. Both Jeff and I were mesmerized by her actions as we tried, and failed to focus on our hands. The result was that Sally won that hand. Jeff pulled off his shoes and socks and I removed my shirt.

The next round yielded the same result as Sally continued to press her finger against her crotch while we watched and lost the hand. I swear I saw a little damp spot emerge on her thong. I didn’t know about Jeff, but I was about to bust a nut with all her teasing.

As she passed out the cards for the fourth round, sancaktepe escort she suggested a plan to make things even more interesting – a master and slaves round. Each one of us would kick in $100. The winner of the hand would be the “master,” and the slaves would have to do whatever was asked by the master. Here’s where it got interesting… the $300 pot would be split between the two slaves. However, if a slave refused to comply with the master, his or her half would be divided between the remaining slave and master. If both slaves bailed, the master would get everything. The thought of having Sally as my “slave” made my dick leap within my pants. Nor was I too worried about being Sally’s slave. At this point, Jeff wasn’t figuring into my thinking, only the little vixen sitting across from me playing with her pussy beneath a small triangle of cloth.

We all agreed to the terms and the cards were dealt. With all my strength, I ignored Sally as she continued to play with her crotch. The wet spot was definitely present and growing. I could feel the pre-cum spot growing in my own underwear as we played out the final hand. My pulse quickened as I dealt a pair of jacks. I kept a king and asked for two in the draw – a second king came my way and my heart skipped a beat. Jeff laid down one pair. I smiled as I laid down my two pair; then Sally triumphantly displayed three fives and said, “Read’em and weep, boys!”

The first thing she did was remove her tube top, revealing the most perfectly shaped set of small breasts I had ever seen. She looked at us and said, “One each, gentlemen; suck my breasts. The best sucker will be rewarded.” She laid back on the floor and we attacked those breasts like starving babies. I licked around the nipples and taunted the nipple with a flick of my tongue before I rested my mouth on that luscious mound. Her moans indicated that she was enjoying the experience. (I certainly was!) my hand drifted down to the wet patch of cloth between her legs and my finger continued where she had left off. Her response let me know my efforts were appreciated.

After a few minutes let go a guttural moan and her body shook beneath us and she pushed us away. Her orgasm must have been satisfying considering the look on her face. She has us stand up and take off our remaining cloths. I had never been naked with an erection in front of another man before and I paused just a moment and looked at Jeff, ümraniye escort who was pealing off his clothing without regard to my presence. The sight of his dick, standing tall and firm, captured my attention, having never seen a live hard dick before. I must have stared a little longer than I realized because Sally said to me, “Chris!! Whoa boy! There will be time for staring later! Off with your cloths, man!” I was startled my her comments and quickly removed my pants and underwear standing next to Jeff.

Sally crawled around on her hands and knees in front of us wiggling her perfect ass for a few moments before crawling up directly in front of us. “Hmmm,” she said, as she examined our erect dicks. “Look at this!” We looked down to see that both our dicks had a drop of pre-cum hanging from the tips. Sally got up on her knees and with the index finger of each hand, she caught the drips, raised her finger to touch the tips of our dicks, and then she pinched off the drip with her thumbs. She started to lick her thumb and index finger, but then stopped and lifted them up to our lips. “Lick it off, slaves!” I had tasted my own pre-cum before and had no reason not to comply with her demand, and I quickly (and completely) licked her fingers dry. Jeff did the same.

Of course, the drips reappeared almost immediately. She went to my dick and slowly milked it once, squeezing liberal amount of pre-cum into the palm of her other hand. As I anticipated lapping her palm, she offered the clear juice to Jeff. The look in his eyes revealed a moment of hesitation and she asked, “Are you quitting so soon? Chris and I will enjoy splitting your share and you can sit back and watch the game continue.” Jeff glanced at me and I just smiled. He quickly turned his attention to her palm and eagerly licked it clean.

I knew what was going to happen next as she repeated the scene by milking his dick and offering me his pre-cum. Having more time to mentally prepare myself, I dove in and devoured her offering. “Very good, Chris. You shall be rewarded. With that, she slipped off her thong, which was totally wet by now and raised it to my nose. I closed my eyes and inhaled her scent hoping for a taste of her honey. She offered Jeff a sniff and then commanded me to open my mouth and she stuffed the small patch of cloth inside. She went and laid back on the couch as I sucked the moisture from her thong, savoring every drip I could extract. tuzla escort When I finished, I took it out of my mouth, but she scolded me and told me to put it back!

She looked at Jeff and commanded him to bow before her and take one lick between her legs. Jeff did as he was told and quickly knelt before her. Starting at the crack of her ass, he took one lick and obediently sat back. Sally looked down disappointedly and said, “That was rather quick.” Jeff went back for seconds, but Sally stopped him with her hands and pushed him back. “I command Chris to kneel and render his lick!” With the thong still in my mouth, I knelt in front of her. I placed my hands on her thighs and waited for a moment. She smiled and reached down and removed the thong from my mouth and threw it at Jeff. “Put that on,” she commanded him. Then, looking at me, she said, “Proceed.” I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Jeff putting on a wet thong which would barely cover half of his dick. I gently spread her legs apart and lifting her legs I started my lick at her asshole and ever-so-slowly drew my tongue forward, penetrating the folds of her pussy eventually arriving at her clit. With a little flick, I finished off and she moaned, “That’s more like it. Jeff, you could learn a thing or two from this young man!” I smiled in self satisfaction as I looked over at Jeff. He stood there, a pathetic sight, wearing Sally’s thong, which barely covered his balls and half of his erection. The remaining part of his exposed dick was pressed against his stomach.

My smug expression immediately shifted as she continued… “Jeff, come sit next to me. Chris, give him a lick like you just gave me!” Jeff quickly complied and plopped down next to her and spread his legs. A look of horror must have crossed my face as I looked at Jeff and then Sally and then back to Jeff’s crotch staring me in the face. Sally spoke, “Did you want to forfeit and watch while Jeff and I continue the game, Chris?” What I wanted was to fuck the hell out of Sally. I knew I’d never get the chance if I bailed now. I held my breath and moved in to comply, but Sally stopped me. “No, raise his legs like you did mine.” I shifted my glance to Jeff who smugly smile at and then raised his eyebrows as if to say, “Well?”

Reluctantly, I lifted his legs and spread them apart. I could see is ass covered by the string of the thong. Again, I held my breath and moved in to complete my assignment. Jeff moaned as the tip of my tongue touched the string and his ass and I slowly moved up, thankful for the placement of the thong, covering the short distance of the cloth and continuing up to the tip of his dick. “Very good, Chris! You may give me one more lick too. I shifted quickly and repeated my performance trying to forget that I had just licked my friend’s dick. (To be continued if there is interest…)

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I whimper helplessly as Cole’s tongue draws circles over my clit.

I’ve never wanted to fuck so much in my life.

I fist my fingers in Cole’s blonde hair in an attempt to hold him in place, but he stops his attentions and laughs at my frustration.

“Tell him what you want.”

I love the way Derek takes charge, and I love how dirty his mouth is.

I answer breathlessly “I want to come!”

Without another word Derek bends down and takes my nipple into his mouth while Cole sucks my clit.

The pressure is building fantastically when they both stop. I feel the loss of their mouths deep in my soul.

The disappointment of the ruined orgasm is devastating.

I buck my hips and beg “Please, please. I want to come.”

“You can’t always get what you want princess.”

Derek’s deep voice drips with amusement as tears threaten to spill from my eyes.

He points to Cole and commands “Get up and undress him.”

I take a moment to admire Cole’s bare chest and the deep lines just above his hips.

I make quick work of the torn jeans before looking back to Derek for my next direction.

The hundred watt smile I’m rewarded with tells me he’s pleased that I looked to him.

“What do you want?” Derek asks, per usual.

“I want to suck his cock.” I reply, but what I really want is to suck both of their cocks. I want to strip Derek out of his charcoal grey suit. I don’t want him to just watch me this time.

Like he can read my mind, Derek fists his hand in my hair at the nape of my neck and forces my head back so that I’m looking him in the eyes.

“Do not lie to me! What do you want?”

I boldly answer “I want to strip you out of that suit and take you in my mouth, I want to feel you deep in my throat. I want to gag around your cock.”

Cole squeezes my nipple and in his easy going tone asks “Hey now princess, what about me?”

I smile at kozyatağı escort him “I want you in my mouth too.”

Derek roughly presses his lips to mine, obviously pleased with my confession.

He orders me to undress him so I take my time. Running my hands over the expanse of his hard chest.

His cock is huge, much bigger than his brother’s, and Cole doesn’t have a small cock by any stretch of the imagination.

I sink to my knees, the cold hardwoods are uncomfortable, but I don’t care. I just want to feel their cocks in my hands, I want to wrap my lips around their cocks and taste the saltiness of their skin.

With a dick in each hand, I slowly run the head of Derek’s cock across my lips. I dart my tongue out to lick the moisture gathered there.

I start at the base and slowly lick my way to the head, while I pump Cole’s cock in my hand.

I finally open my mouth and wrap it around Derek’s cock, but just the head. Satisfied I can take more of him I stretch my mouth wider and take him in slowly until my nose is nearly to his abs.

I feel Cole’s hand on the back of my head, slowly guiding me further.

“That’s it baby, take my brother’s cock. All the way, you’ve got it.”

I do have it. Derek’s cock is in my throat and I try hard to suppress my gag reflex, but it doesn’t work and my throat constricts. I pull away coughing.

I take Cole in my mouth now, eager for more. Back and forth I suck, running my tongue in circles over his smooth skin.

Derek grabs my hair and jerks me away from Cole’s cock.

“You’re not getting off that easy little one.”

I open my lips wide, but am not expecting the force of which he enters my mouth.

Derek’s head hits the back of my throat like a ramming rod. Causing me to cough and gag, but instead of pulling away he holds me there.

“Look at her brother.” Cole küçükyalı escort says “she likes it rough.”

Cole bends down to my level as Derek let’s me up for air. I gasp, my eyes watering and smile.

“More please.”

I can’t help it. I love it, I love the pain, and the challenge.

“Take his cock baby, let him fuck your mouth.” Cole encourages me and I feel invincible. I relish in the feel of Derek’s cock hitting my throat, over, and over, and over.

When Derek holds my nose shut and shoves his cock in my mouth my pussy pulses painfully.

My insatiable need for cock outweighs the fact that I can’t breathe. I close my eyes and take in the feel of losing air, the feel of the hard cock taking up every spare inch of space in my mouth. I feel my throat constrict around him, over and over as I fight not to gag.

Finally Derek pulls out of my mouth and drags me to my feet.

“Good Girl.” He praises.

My pussy tightens at his words. I want them both so band I can barely stand to be in my own skin.

My nerves are on fire. I want them to stretch my cunt. I want to scream their names. I want to feel a cock in my mouth while the other pounds my pussy.

I crawl on the bed on my hands and knees. Wordlessly asking for what I want.

Derek smiles “You can’t always have what you want princess. Get on top of Cole. I want to look at you as you ride my brother.”

I feel disappointed that Derek is only going to watch again, but my cunt is greedy for a cock so I straddle Cole and lower myself.

“That’s a good girl, now ride me while my brother watches.”

I ride Cole… slowly. Inching his cock out of my pussy then slowly letting him fill me again.

The bed dips as Derek climbs up behind me.

“Let me feel how tight she is little brother.” He asks.

Oh, God.

Derek’s cock hurts. It’s mutlu kent escort stretches my cunt but the pain becomes pleasure and I feel my muscles gripping around him, greedy for more.

When he pulls out and Cole enters me again I feel a sense of loss… until I feel Derek press himself against my ass.

I start to protest, but Cole takes my mouth and silences my word.

Derek speaks to Cole in an amused tone.

“I don’t think she’s had a cock in her ass before little brother. Should I show her how good it feels?”

Cole’s eyes sparkle and he looks me in the eyes as he answers. “Fuck her tight hole good for me big bro.”

I feel Derek’s cock coaxing my ass to open. It’s painful already. I squeeze my cunt around Cole’s cock and wait for the intense pain I know is coming.

He didn’t even bother to warm me up, there’s no lube other that the wetness from my own pussy.

I force myself to relax, focusing on the cock filling my pussy instead of the one poised to rip my ass open.

With one push Derek enters my virgin ass and I scream, struggling to get away from the pain, but I’m stuck between Derek and Cole with no choice but to take both the cock in my cunt, and the one in my ass.

A cock in my cunt, and a cock in my ass… wait… I like this.

The pain subsides and they both begin to move. I’ve never felt anything so wonderful in my life. My screams become moans.

I beg “Please… yes… please?”

“Do you want to come little one?”

Why does Derek insist on making me ask for it!

Angrily I scream “Please make me cum. PLEASE!”

Derek and Cole both move faster. Cole pounding my cunt and Derek stretching my ass.

The pressure builds and builds, it becomes almost painful and I snap.

My vision fails me as every nerve in my body explodes with the orgasm.

I vaguely feel both cocks pulsing inside me and shots of hot liquid fill both of my holes.

Derek and Cole pull out and leave me on the bed. My ass is up and my face is buried in the pillows.

My stomach clenches at the fact that my pussy and ass are both filled with hot cum. I love it, I love the feeling of it leaking out of me, mixing with my own cum and dripping down my legs.

I’ll never be able to have regular sex again.

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Sam Griffith had always been “one of guys” for as long as anyone could remember. The group of neighborhood kids had been 6 boys and her, so her mom had just set up playdates with them to save driving time. By the time Dan, Tom, Mark, Ethan, and her were all 10, they were inseparable. They would just walk to each other’s houses any time after school or on weekends, and always had standing invitations to dinner at whoever’s house they were at.

Then, puberty started to have an effect. Girls became “weird” or “gross” to the boys, but not Sam. She wore the same kind of baggy clothes they all did, and was always joking along right with them. She never talked about “girl stuff,” instead being the same, approachable friend they had all grown up with. The whole group were like brothers, even Sam.

They were seniors in high school, all recently 18, when they ran into an issue: Senior prom was coming up, and none of them were dating anyone.

“Well I guess one of us could go with Sam…” suggested Mark. The group were all in Dan’s basement after school, doing homework but mostly just hanging out.

“Who gets stuck with that?” piped up Tom, prompting Sam to punch him in the arm.

“What, like you can do better, virgin boy?” she taunted, hiding some genuine hurt at the insinuation she would be that terrible to take to the dance.

“Woah, woah, woah, chill, Sam!” said Dan, “every one of us here is a virgin, no need to get mean about it.”

“Yeah, but at least one of us has seen tits!” she scoffed.

“Really? Whose?” asked Ethan with feigned innocence. The boys all chuckled, but that started to die down when they saw that Sam had what appeared to be genuine hurt in her eyes.

“Come on, man, that wasn’t cool…” offered Tom, and he patted Sam on the shoulder. “Sam’s one of us, it isn’t her fault or a problem that she doesn’t have some cheerleader body.”

That prompted a sniffle from Sam, and she shrugged Tom’s hand off with tears in her eyes.

“You’re all assholes. You pretend we’re all friends and I’m just another one of the guys, but you pathetic little fucks can’t wrap your minds around the fact that I’m a woman!” she sobbed, glaring at them each in turn.

“Sam, woah, that’s not fair!” Mark answered, sounding surprised by her reaction.

“Fuck you all. Haven’t you ever noticed that I come to every party you assholes have except for the pool parties?”

“Uh… I guess?” responded Mark, confused and just realizing this phenomenon.

“Yeah, now you mention it!” Dan chimes in. “You don’t have to do that, Sam, we’re not going to judge you!” he assured her.

“Fuck you guys. I didn’t do that because I’m embarrassed; I did it because I love being your friend and didn’t want to change the way you looked at me!”

“It wouldn’t!” promised Tom, smiling at her. “We don’t think of you as a girl, anyways; we don’t care if you don’t look ‘sexy’ in a bathing suit!”

“You fucking idiots. No, it’s not me that’s the problem. I knew if you all saw me in my bikini, you’d never look at me as ‘Sam’ ever again. I’d never be ‘one of the guys’ in any of your eyes. I’d just be another pair of tits!” she almost screamed, causing the boys to all flinch back in shock.

“Wha – what do you mean, Sam?” asked Ethan, looking concerned for her.

“I mean this, you pathetic little fucks!” she yelled, ripping her baggy sweatshirt off over her head. “See what I mean? Look at you fucking idiots staring!”

She was right. Her 4 closest friends all sat there, struck completely dumb, staring at her chest. To be fair, it was a shock! In the years since they’d seen her wearing anything but baggy, concealing clothes, Sam had developed a rather impressive body, She had a very “centerfold” hourglass figure, with sensuous hips that narrowed to a slender waist before widening back out to her impressive bust.

“I’ve been hiding this from you losers for years because of exactly this!” she bawled, devastated by the reactions of her friends. “I knew we’d never be friends again! That’s why, every time I had to buy new bras because my tits got bigger, I’d cry in my room at night. I knew it was only a matter of time before they ruined our friendship, and I was right! Fucking 32DD, I hate them!” she screamed.

“Wait, you… You think this is us deciding we don’t want to be your fiends?” asked Tom, snapping out of his reverie. Sam nodded sadly, looking at him with watery eyes.

“Sam, stop being stupid!” Dan suddenly snapped. “We’ve all been friends for like our entire lives! Nothing’s going to ruin that!”

“Yeah, and the fact that you’re super hot isn’t a bad thing!” Ethan told her incredulously. “Fuck, I’ve never been this close to tits that nice!”

“Wait, you… You don’t think I’m just some dumb girl?” she asked hopefully.

“Sam, fuck you, we’ve known you forever!” Tom snapped. “You’re probably each of our single best friend, because you’re so funny and chill. Way better than these ass-hats!”

Sam laughed, “You really mean it?” She looked maltepe escort each of her best friends in the eyes while they nodded, smiling at her.

“You’ve really been hiding your amazing body for years?” asked Mark, shocked he hadn’t noticed. She nodded again, now laughing at herself.

“I should have known we were real friends, huh?” she asked, embarrassed at her mistrust.

“Fuck yeah, you should!” Dan said, feigning outrage. “Besides, instead of us all frantically jerking off to porn, we could have been thinking of our best friend Sam…”

Ethan punched him, hard, in the shoulder. “Not cool man!” he admonished.

“Wait, you really would have?” Sam asked, not sure how she felt about that. “And that wouldn’t have ruined our friendship?”

“I mean it might have, if you like teased us,” mused Dan said, rubbing his bruised shoulder. “But you’re cool, so it would have been just a crazy fantasy. I doubt any of us would have ever acted on it or made a move on you!” The guys all shook their heads in agreement.

“But you think I’m… hot?” Sam asked, just realizing that the body she had been hiding was actually exactly what they had all described as their type, including her – she was bisexual.

“Smoking hot, Sam,” laughed Ethan, looking at her shyly. “Now, do you think you can get dressed again so we can all just hang out?”

Sam started to reach for her sweatshirt, but then had an idea. “Well, if I’m hot, do I need to always wear baggy clothes? They’re kind of uncomfortable…”

“Wait, seriously?!” demanded Dan. “And you’ve been wearing uncomfortable clothes for years to hide that fact that your body is awesome?” Sam nodded, feeling silly. “No, of course not, just relax and be comfortable!”

“Well, this shirt and my pants are kinda loose, too… Are you sure it would be okay?” she asked, and the boys all nodded excitedly. She quickly stripped off her shirt and pants, leaving her in a pick contour bra, matching lace panties, and rainbow knee-high socks.

“Fuck, Sam…” breathed Tom, breaking a minute’s-long silence.

“Sorry, I -” she began, only for the boys to all cut her off with apologies for their shocked reactions.

“No, Sam, it’s totally cool,” assured Mark, and the guys nodded along. “We were just surprised, is all. But it’s cool, we’re all best friends and nothing is different about that.”

“Yeah, and I promise I’ll do my best not to stare,” laughed Tom, smiling. “But damn, girl…” Sam blushed slightly, but then smirked.

“You guys really think I’m that attractive?” she asked, flattered and surprised by the effect she was having on them.

“Fuck yeah,” whispered Ethan, smiling at her and gaving pointedly at her stunning rack.

“You like my… tits?” she teased, squeezing them together, and the boys all nodded with their mouths hanging open. “And my ass?” she said, turning around and bending over to show it off. She had always played sports with her friends, and was a serious runner (always in sweats), so her body was toned, slender, and sexy as hell.

“Christ, Sam… What are you doing?” asked Dan, staggered at her display.

“I’ve been hiding myself for so long,” she explained, “and now I know that you don’t all hate me for my body, so… Why not have some fun messing with you all?” She laughed at the end of her sentence, smiling at them as they appeared apologetic.

“You know…” Ethan began, but then trailed off with uncertainty.

“What?” Sam asked, so turned on by finally being able to display her body.

“None of us have ever seen a woman naked before…” he continued, then winced in discomfort. “Sorry! I just can’t get over how hot you are…”

Sam rolled her eyes, laughing at his discomfort. “So, like, you’re saying you’ll always wonder how I look naked?” she asked.

“Yeah, like the mystery is just so…” Ethan answered, but Sam cut him off with a push on his chest.

“Just shut up. You losers are about to finally see some titties, and my ass and maybe my pussy, and then the mystery will be gone and we can just hang out like always, okay?” she proposed, and they all gulped but nodded their agreement.

“Well, here we go…” she said quietly, reaching back to undo her bra. She held the cups in place as the straps slid down her arms, then slowly peeled the garment away, watching as the boys all stared with open mouths.

When the bra was completely free from her body, she shimmied a little to jiggle her stupendous tits, and watched her friends’ eyes following them. “Well?” she asked, seeking confirmation they still weren’t uncomfortable around her.

“Fuck, Sam…” Dan spoke up. “You’re so fucking sexy!” Again, the other 3 agreed, and Sam smiled.

“Well, should I continue?”

“Please!” begged Tom, and the others all laughed and nodded in agreement.

Sam turned, bent at the waist, and slowly pulled her panties down her legs to her ankles. When she stepped out of them, she heard pendik escort a whistle from behind her and giggled.

“Sam, you’re so beautiful!” Mark’s voice called out, making her smile.

“Well, I’m naked now, you happy? We still all friends?” she asked, and they all assured her that they were as close as ever. “So… You boys want hugs?” she teased, and this time their nods were shy.

She went to them one by one, hugging them tight and letting them feel her impressive chest pressed against them. When she was done making her circle of the room, she smirked at them.

“So, I’ve shown you mine… And I’ve never seen a dick before…” she suggested, making them all look at the floor.

“Oh, fuck it; it’s only fair!” reasoned Ethan, dropping his pants and revealing his rock-hard cock. His was about 9 inches long, and covered in throbbing veins.

“Shit, man…” breathed Tom. “Of course you’re okay showing her!” Tom laughed, stripping as well and revealing a 6 inch penis. Dan and Mark followed, packing 5 and 7 inches, respectively.

Sam looked around appreciatively, flattered by their arousal. “Are those all hard for me?” she teased, giggling at their embarrassment.

After they had all admitted it, she had an idea. “So, what was that about being ‘stuck with me’ for prom?” The mad dash to call dibs on taking her to the dance was comical, and Sam found it hilarious and heartwarming.

“Well, how about this? We’re all virgins, and really shouldn’t be for prom, right?” she asked, and they all looked scared and confused. “Well what if we all fuck, and then one of you can take me to prom and we can do it again that night?” she asked hopefully, the sight of all of the hard dicks around her making her heart beat faster and her pussy tingle.

“Okay!” Ethan answered immediately, and after various amounts of hesitation the other boys agreed.

“I’ve always wondered what sex is like…” mused Sam, and the guys all laughed.

“Yeah, us too,” replied Mark, “bet none of us ever thought this was going to happen!”

“Well, come on boys,” she purred, laying down on the couch, “Now’s a great time to lose our virginities, no?”

There was a scramble to form a line to get at her pussy, but then Sam interrupted them.

“Okay, I know you perverts watch that sick porn, and you know I do too; we’ve watched it together!” she started, and the guys all nodded confirmation. “Well, I need to be warmed up first, and I don’t want you all finishing in 15 seconds and leaving me a cum-covered, disappointed whore, so one of you is going to have to eat me out while I suck another one of you, then you can rotate!” she strategized, and the guys all seemed to think her plan reasonable.

“Wait, condoms…” Dan cursed under his breath, frustrated that none of them had any.

“Please, every one of us is a virgin and I’m on the pill,” scoffed Sam, glad to have thought of that solution to the issue.

“Wait, you’re on the pill? You never said anything!” Tom exclaimed.

“You never asked, did you? And yeah, I am, to help with my periods being too strong,” she answered, and laughed when the guys all winced at the word ‘periods’.

“Anyways, I’ve never sucked a dick before, so let’s have that line go smallest to biggest so I can warm up, then you can just go in whatever turn to get me ready?” she asked, and they quickly agreed and got into line. Dan was standing near her head, and Mark was by her waist.

“Wait, 2 things before we start!” Sam said, very commanding in her tone. When she had all of their attention, she continued, “first of all, we all are friends after this, no matter what, right?” They all nodded, and she smiled at them. “And second, ‘Sam’ is your ‘one of the guys’ friend. I’m feeling kinda slutty doing this, and I need a new name. How about…”

“Sammi?” offered Ethan, and she smiled at him.

“Perfect. Now, if you can all finish nice and quickly in my mouth, hopefully you can make me cum a few times before you fill up my cunt, yeah? Don’t worry, I’m multi-orgasmic so this should be fun!”

The guys’ minds were all reeling, and Sammi had one last thought before they could commence. “Oh, and this is kind of a quick-and-dirty gangbang, but at some point I’m going to need each of you guys to actually take me out on a date, romance me, and make love to me, yeah?” They all quickly agreed; hard to refuse, with her tantalizing body before them.

Okay! Well, Mark, you get started first. I can give you some notes before my mouth is full…” she winked at Dan. “Oh, and Dan, no holding back. This is quick, to get it out of your system. No pressure to make it last long; anytime you want a blowjob you can come over and I’ll do it, okay?” He nodded, shocked.

“Does that mean…” Tom started, and Sammi smiled.

“Yeah! I mean we’re all best friends, right? So if there’s something I can do to make you all feel good, why not? And if I ever want dick or anything else, I assume kaynarca escort your bedroom windows are kept unlocked?” They all laughed, and then she motioned for Mark to lick her, and he dove between her legs with enthusiasm.

“Fuck, man!” she squealed, squirming away from him. “You can’t just go right for it! This isn’t porn!”

“Sorry, Sam… Sammi…” he said regretfully. “What should I do?” After some coaching, that they all paid close attention to for their turns, Mark slowly leant in and breathed on her pussy, making it tingle.

“Good…” she purred, spreading her legs wider for him. “Now lick slowly up the slit, yesssss” she moaned as his tongue slid along, winding up near her clit. Based on her earlier advice, he started circling her hardened nub with the tip of his tongue, causing her breath to quicken and her pussy to moisten.

“Hey Sammi, can we play with your tits?” asked Tom, one of the 2 sitting on the sidelines.

“Oh, yes!” she exclaimed, happy to have them finally touched and realizing there would always be 2 free guys to do so. Tom and Ethan excitedly moved to the front and back of the couch before nervously reaching over and caressing her chest with gentle touches.

“Yesssss!” she called, arching her back and thrusting her big, perky tits up into their hands. “Play with my nipples, too; I love that!” The boys eagerly obliged, and soon the sensations on her boobs, combined with the determined licking of her pussy, had Sammi writhing and moaning like a slut.

“Okay, Dan, you ready to be the first cock in my mouth?” she panted, smiling at him teasingly. He eagerly stepped closer, dangling his short but excited cock in front of her mouth.

“Oh fuck Sammi, that’s so hot!” he called out as she licked the 5 inches of the underside of his cock, going from base to tip.

“Ooh, good idea!” Sammi said, pulling back and smiling at him. “Whoever’s at my mouth is in charge of sexy compliments, though you can all feel free to chime in from time to time. Except whoever’s eating me! You stay busy,” she laughed, smiling at Mark who was really making her feel good.

“Sammi, your tits are so fucking perfect,” said Tom, pinching her nipple and causing Sammi to moan and flood Mark’s mouth.

“I can’t believe you were hiding this from us,” Ethan said sadly, “we all love you like family, but had no idea how hot our ‘sister’ was!” The guys, except Mark, both agreed, and Sammi smiled before returning her attention to Dan’s dick.

She opened her mouth and took his head inside. Surprisingly, she didn’t mind the taste at all; he tasted kinda like… citrus? She’d thank him for his hygiene later. Dan moaned, and gasped, “yes, Sammi! Oh suck it baby!” and she did, starting to bob her head quickly back and forth. With his short length, the tip of his cock almost reached her throat but not quite, letting her take his entire length pretty easily and lathe the whole thing with her quick tongue.

“Oh my god, yes! Oh Sammi that’s amazing!” he panted, and she felt his cock start to throb. Her virgin friend was very excited, and she had read enough porn to know this meant he was close.

She pulled off his shaft briefly and, her words garbled by the head still in her mouth, moaned “cuu iii ma mowf!”

She moved her mouth back down his cock, wrapping her lips around the base and tickling her nose with his pubes. She focused on the feelings in her pussy and tits and started to moan and hum around the intruding cock.

“Sammi, wow! That’s so good! I’m gonna… oh! Yes! Take it, baby!” Dan yelled, erupting in her mouth and shooting stream after stream of hot, salty jizz into her mouth.

Feeling her friend explode in her mouth brought Sammi right to the edge, and when his softening cock fell from her mouth she looked up at Dan, panting along with him, and made a show of swallowing.

Mark, hearing the finale, thought they were ready to switch and started to rise from his task, but Sammi locked her ankles around his neck. “Nuh-uh!” she moaned aggressively, “if I’m making you each cum in my mouth, you each have to make me cum with yours!”

“Seems fair!” Dan breathed, and Mark quickly nodded and returned to work.

Sammi smiled up at her friend, looking past his wilted cock and at his bewildered face. “So, Danny, how was your first blowjob?” she purred.

“Wow Sammi! You were amazing! That felt so good and you’re so fucking hot and thank you!” he rattled off, beaming with gratitude.

“You can pay me back later,” she laughed, motioning between her legs.

“Your tits are what wet dreams are made of…” said Ethan, prompting her to smile.

“I’m so glad you guys like them!” she admitted nervously.

“How did you think we would stop being friends?!” demanded Tom, squeezing her heaving breast to emphasize his point.

“I just – oh yes, Mark, right there! – I thought you’d just see me as some dumb girl and not as ‘good old Sam’, y’know?” she asked between gasping breaths. Mark was quickly flicking her clit from side to side, and her pussy was loving it, becoming soaked in the process.

“You’ll always be our Sam!” Dan promised her, watching her face intently as she reacted to Mark’s efforts. “But now, even better, we can have some sexy fun with our best friend whenever we want!” The guys all agreed; even Mark mumbled into her cunt without letting up.

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Donald and Jennifer joined “Red” and “Harlem” in the bathroom. Harlem was already in the shower, so the other three decided Jen could be one-on-one with the guys in the shower, one at a time until they tired.

She drew the shower curtain and stepped in, appreciating the look of his glistening wet black skin against the bleached white tile in the tub shower. She reached for the bar of soap and began to suds him up all over. “Girl, can you even take anymore?” he asked.

“”I guess I must be some kind of nymphomaniac, because the more I get, the more I want,” she replied as her sudsy hand found his manhood and began stroking it to life again. “What do you want next?” she asked. “Use me anyway you like.”

She watched his cock leap in her hand and said, “Whoa, you’re ready for more pretty quick!” He found and pulled on another condom, several packets having been left around the bathroom from the night before. She dropped the soap and turned her back to bend over and he pulled her to him as he sunk his black pole, rigid and ridged, smoothly into her snatch.

While he stroked his cock within her sugar walls, he clutched her shoulders and pulled her hair. She shuddered and trembled with more orgasms, and when he withdrew he slipped his shaft in her asshole. He was the largest so içerenköy escort far, but she was relaxed and loosened up, so she was able to accommodate most of his length. To distract herself, one of her hands went automatically between her legs, and her fingers stroked her clit. With her other hand she leaned on the walls of the shower, because her knees were so damned weak and shaky. When he came with a grunt, they traded places, her under the stream of water, and he stepped out while Red stepped in.

“My old lady never, I mean never, gives me oral. Sweetheart, would you give me something to remember for the next few months?” She smiled and dropped to her knees, the water cascading over her shoulders and plastering her hair to her forehead, cheeks and back. She looked at his cock lovingly, hungrily, then stared up into his eyes and held his gaze as she opened wide and took every last inch of him into her mouth, down her throat and pushed her nose up into his pubic hair. Her bottom lip touched his ball sac and she moved her lips back and forth at the base of his cock. She slipped him out and put her head deep between his legs, licking at his anus and then up over his balls and slowly, up the length of his stick again, exaggerating kadıköy escort his length. She moved her lips and teeth along the side of his cock like she was relishing corn on the cob, and then she allowed her saliva to pool in her throat, drooled copiously over his cock, and began to suck and lick with intent, as her hand encircled and squeezed and stroked his beautiful, creamy white cock. She opened her eyes to gaze at him again, and made love to his cock the way every wife should.

She concentrated her efforts and regulated her strokes and licks until he grasped her head and burst forth, coming and spewing in her mouth, over her lips and down her throat. He pulled her to her feet, cleaned himself off with soap and gave her a brotherly hug. “That was something else. I hope your husband realizes what a woman he’s got.”

He exited the shower and Jennifer stayed in, washing her hair and lathering up all over. His last words gave her pause. How many husbands really wanted a wife who would fuck and screw and be gangbanged by strangers? She loved her husband to distraction, but had this need to express herself sexually that he just couldn’t appreciate.

She was going to put this weekend behind her and go home, prepared to kartal escort pamper and love her husband, and repent of the sins of the past two days. She knew she would suffer guilt pains, deservedly so, but she was prepared to pay penance by doing everything else perfectly for him and for the children. She’d had her wild fuck fest, and she was sore and tired. Please God, she thought, let this weekend and the memories I have of this weekend, stave of any more longings or wanderlust.

Donald knocked politely and peeked around the door of the bathroom as she toweled dry. “The guys are taking off. How are you?”

“I’ll be okay. This was everything I wished for and more,” she whispered. She gave him a tired smile and a long hug. “How long can you stay?” she asked.

“Actually, you wouldn’t believe it, but it’s still pretty early. I think I’ve got at least two hours.” He smiled, “We could curl up together and eat that Chinese food you brought…it’s cold, but I suddenly feel ravenous! Or I could take you out to a diner…but something tells me you are exhausted.”

“Let’s stay in. We’ll see what’s on TV and order a pizza if the Chinese food doesn’t do the trick. I really just want to lay quietly in your arms and talk.”

“Say…when’s my turn in the shower? I don’t get to see you soapy and slippery, on your knees or bent backward?”

“Of course you do. Can you get away tomorrow morning early? My conference doesn’t start until after 9 am.”

“Perfect. Just us two, right? No more surprises?”

“No more surprises,” she said as she combed through her wet hair. “Now go get that Chinese served up, Lover!”

The End

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Note: The following was written before Craigslist dropped its Casual Encounters section – a sad loss!!

*****

“Yuck!” Nancy muttered.

I gave my little Asian girlfriend a questioning look, but her attention was back on the screen in front of us. Watching porn was our usual Sunday evening entertainment and the video we were viewing was approaching its conclusion.

“That’s disgusting,” Nancy amplified, as the dark-bearded man pushed his cock deeper into the redhead’s ass. The redhead bit her lip as her anus was penetrated farther but seemed willing to continue. She’d spent some time sucking the bearded man’s cock, then had got on all fours to allow him to fuck her doggie-style for several minutes. Nancy had slipped her hand between her legs and had been vigorously playing with herself when the action switched to anal.

We were sitting on the ancient threadbare couch in the apartment we were sharing, both of us just in tee shirts after pushing off our shorts and underwear as the scene in front of us hotted up. I’d never tried anal, but was happy to watch and my cock, released from its clothing, was fully erect and rock-hard.

I glanced at Nancy, sitting by my side. She seemed to have overcome her distaste and was gazing at the screen as if mesmerized, her fingers moving rapidly back and forth across her clit. The redhead had apparently overcome any doubts also and was vigorously thrusting her ass back onto her partner’s prick as she emitted shrill excited cries. Nancy was making little gasping noises now, and I nudged her to move onto my lap.

“Christ, yes, stick it in me, Pete, just my cunt though,” she managed to get out as I maneuvered her into reverse cowgirl position. I just had time to see how wide open and wet her pussy was before she plunged down onto me.

“Fuck me, Pete! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Nancy chanted as she rode my stiff cock. My little girlfriend was always excited by watching porn but seemed even more aroused than usual this evening. I was happy to oblige her, feeling her cunt muscles gripping and loosening around my shaft as I thrust deeper into her.

I glanced past her shiny dark hair to see the action on the screen. The bearded man was still fucking the redhead’s ass, but now with his meaty hands on her hips, lifting her up and ramming her down onto his cock. The screen showed the man’s big dick almost out of its tight hole before pushing hard up to the hilt, then switched to a view of the redhead’s face, her mouth wide open in a guttural scream. Suddenly, the man pulled out of her, swung her around and aimed his cock at her open lips. As a stream of white cum sprayed into the redhead’s mouth and across the lower part of her face, I felt Nancy rise up, jam herself back down onto me and cry “I’m c-u-m-m-i-n-g!” It was more than enough to set me off too. I grabbed Nancy’s hips and held her down as my cock spasmed again and again.

“Whew,” Nancy commented as she swiveled around, still with my prick embedded in her cunt. She grinned at me. “You’re a disgusting pervert, Pete, loving that butt stuff.”

“I try,” I ran a hand up between her ass cheeks and smirked at her. “Seemed like you overcame your distaste pretty fast, too.”

Nancy slapped my hand. “Just don’t think you’re ever going to be able to do that stuff to me.” She prodded my wet cock as it slipped out of her. “Not with that fat thing.”

“Yeah, I know,” I agreed. My dick wasn’t any kind of a prizewinner for length but its girth was definitely substantial. “Still fun to watch though.”

“Uh-huh. Maybe.” Nancy wriggled off my lap. “Anyway, I need to take a look at the books for tomorrow’s seminar.”

“Me too, I suppose,” I responded. We were in our final years as graduate students at a Western Oregon university. “Though I don’t know what might be worse, flunking out or graduating and having to look for a job.”

“Lazy bastard—” Nancy’s comment was interrupted by her cellphone.

She picked up the phone, glanced at the caller ID, and mouthed at me: “Karen!”

I listened to Nancy’s side of the conversation, hoping there might be some fun in store for us. Karen and Alan were a couple we’d met on Craigslist Casual Encounters three months earlier. We’d had a couple of very exciting evenings of sex together in a Portland hotel, but then Alan had gone on a lengthy business trip to Paris, taking Karen with him, and we’d seen them only once since they returned.

“We’re great, but we’ve really been missing you guys…”

“Are you still recovering from Paris? We were so envious…”

“I bet!” Nancy giggled. “I thought Alan was supposed to be working all the time though…”

“You should be ashamed…” More giggles from Nancy, then: “Your birthday? Oh, we’d absolutely love to… That would be wonderful…” Nancy had a big smile on her face now, then I saw her frown. “Of course, we’d be delighted to meet Jean-Claude…”

Nancy made a face at me, then: “Great, we’ll look forward to it. And to meeting Jean-Claude… See you in ten days’ time, then. Bye.”

Nancy put the phone down. I said: gebze escort “So, tell me.”

Nancy shrugged. “Good news—and bad news, too, I suspect.”

“Go on.”

“Well, the good news is we’re invited to dinner Tuesday next week at Alan and Karen’s house to celebrate her birthday.”

“And the bad news?”

“There’s going to be another guest, some French dude who’s a bigshot in the Paris office of Alan’s electronics company, name of Jean-Claude. Sounds like he’s quite a bit older, like in his forties—”

“And not likely to want to play games…”

“Karen didn’t say anything, but the guy’s too old and too important a colleague, I’m guessing, for what we were wanting to do. Shit! It was just sounding so good, for a minute…”

“Flattering to be asked, though,” I tried to put on a cheerful face.

“Yeah, Pete. And I suppose you weren’t looking forward to fucking Karen?”

“Well…” I shrugged. Karen was the loveliest woman I’d ever had sex with, and I knew Nancy had been eager to play with Alan again. “You’re right. Shit! We’ll just have to behave ourselves and hope the four of us can get together some other time. Meanwhile, dinner next week.”

* * *

Alan and Karen’s house was in a pretty tree-lined street in the Portland suburb of Lake Oswego, with dense shrubbery hiding it from its neighbors. We parked in the driveway and got out of the car, more smartly dressed than in our usual summertime shorts and tee shirts. Nancy was in a pretty yellow cotton dress that emphasized her olive skin and I was in tan dress jeans and a blue sport shirt. I remembered, as I rang the doorbell, Karen telling us she was able to sunbathe nude in the yard, it was so secluded. It was too bad we weren’t going to see that lovely naked body this evening.

Footsteps sounded and the front door opened.

“Happy birthday!” We told Karen together, presenting her with the bouquet and bottle of champagne we’d picked up on our drive north.

Karen was looking especially beautiful in a long silky dress, its dark blue matching her eyes and contrasting with her blonde curls. She set the flowers and wine down and hugged and kissed us both. “It’s so good to see you guys again!” As she hugged us, I could feel her gorgeous body through the smooth soft fabric. I was about to run my hand across her ass when Nancy nudged my arm and I heard approaching male voices.

A moment later our friend Alan appeared, deeply tanned like his wife and casually dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and shorts. Following him was a tall slim man with a greying beard and closely trimmed gray hair, wearing a long white chef’s apron over denim shorts and dark blue shirt.

Alan hugged us both and kissed Nancy warmly on the lips.

“It’s great you were able to come this evening, it’ll really make Karen’s birthday more special,” Alan smiled at us. “And I’d like to introduce Jean-Claude Gaspard. Jean-Claude is the firm’s European sales director, and he also showed us around Paris.”

The bearded man shook our hands very formally. “Enchanté.” He moved quickly away and gazed at us with slightly pursed lips.

As Karen and Alan led the way into the house, I made a face at Nancy. If Jean-Claude was going to act the formal company manager, it could be a long evening.

“Help yourselves to champagne,” Alan invited, as we entered the long living room with windows opening out onto a flower garden. At one end of the room a dining table was set for five. A smaller table held champagne flutes and bottles—of much better champagne than Nancy and I had brought, I noticed—in ice buckets. At the other end of the room was a pair of big couches and another table with more glasses and several unlit candles.

Karen held a whispered conversation with Jean-Claude, already on his way out of the room, then joined us as we poured glasses of champagne. “We’re incredibly lucky this evening, Jean-Claude is cooking for us.”

As Nancy gave her a questioning look, Karen explained: “Jean-Claude was a professional chef before he got into electronics sales ten years ago…”

Alan interrupted “He’s fantastic! And he was an amazing host for us in Paris, too.”

“Really amazing,” Karen added. She grinned at Alan. “He showed us places in Paris ordinary visitors never get to visit.”

I caught an answering grin from Alan. “You know, little museums and such,” he explained.

It sounded pretty boring to me, but Karen was obviously happy about it, on the verge of laughing even. I’d not thought she would be so interested in museums, but I knew that both she and Alan had had a very good time in Paris. It seemed a little contradictory, though.

As we sipped our champagne, Alan and Karen talked about their six weeks in France. The four of us had been so eager for sex together on the one occasion we’d been together since their return that we’d heard almost no details of their trip. They’d been able to spend weekends exploring not just Paris, but also Versailles and Mont Saint Michel, as well as pretty göztepe escort villages in Brittany and Normandy. Karen was describing Versailles when Jean-Claude appeared from the kitchen.

“In five minutes, I am thinking, we will be able to start to eat. Perhaps, Alan, you can please to help me serve.”

As Alan followed Jean-Claude into the kitchen, Karen explained: “I haven’t been allowed to help or even see what’s being prepared. Alan hasn’t been allowed to do anything either, although he says Jean-Claude asked him for advice on dessert, which is obviously going to be a big deal.” She grinned at us. “Knowing Alan and Jean-Claude, I’ve an idea of what they may have in mind. It’s something you two will like a lot, I think—”

I gave Nancy a puzzled look—we rarely bothered with dessert other than an occasional tub of ice cream and I’d no idea what Karen would think we’d like—but Alan and Jean-Claude were already reappearing with the first course.

As we seated ourselves, Jean-Claude refilled our champagne flutes. “This evening, a very light meal, at least until the dessert—” He was interrupted by Alan spluttering into his wine glass. Jean-Claude continued as soon as Alan recovered: “So, first, the poached oysters with caviar and marinated cucumber…”

I’d never developed a taste for raw oysters, but the poached shellfish dish turned out to be wonderful, the oysters somehow ocean-fresh and elegantly sophisticated at the same time. As I finished the last of the half-dozen, I asked Jean-Claude why he’d switched from a career as a chef.

“It was, I think, mostly I wanted my food to be more perfect than the owners wanted to afford. Always, they complained that I was using too good of the ingredients. And, then, in Paris are too many American tourists who do not understand good food.” Jean-Claude gave me a rueful smile. “Please excuse me, I was not sure when you arrived if you would appreciate tonight’s menu—”

“Other than dessert, of course,” Alan interrupted, grinning at the Frenchman.

I stared at our friend. What was it about the dessert? Some very elaborate birthday cake, perhaps.

I didn’t have time to worry about it. Alan picked up our empty plates, and a few minutes later he and Jean-Claude reappeared with the next course, along with a couple of bottles of what I guessed was a very fine white Burgundy.

With Alan and Jean-Claude seated again, the wine flowing freely, and a superb main course—medallions of fresh lobster in a light lemony cream sauce—in front of us, everyone was having a good time. Even Jean-Claude—now apparently satisfied that Nancy and I were not totally unappreciative of his culinary skills—had relaxed and was telling amusing stories of his earlier Paris restaurant life. Opposite me, Karen was laughing at something the Frenchman had said, and looking utterly desirable in her long silk dress.

Shit, I thought, this was a lovely dinner party with good friends and dynamite food, but I’d still much rather Karen and I were fucking. I felt my cock stir as I visualized the pair of us on a bed, with Alan and Nancy watching us like the two or three times we’d all been together. Nancy, sitting next to me, must have sensed my thought. She slipped a hand under my napkin and ran it lightly across the front of my jeans, then shook her head at me. Bitch! My only consolation was that she was probably missing playing with Alan just as much.

More wine, and we moved on to an endive and pear salad, another marvel of lightness and flavor from Jean-Claude, along with more laughter and an increasingly warm sense of friendship around the table. I glanced across at Jean-Claude, chuckling over one of Karen’s stories from her job as an emergency room nurse. He was quite a bit out of our age group, but he was proving much more fun than I’d expected. I could tell, too, from the looks she was throwing at him, that Nancy was beginning to be attracted by the tall bearded Frenchman.

“I’ll clear the salad plates, shall I?” Alan asked Karen. “And then we might move to the other end for dessert.” He nodded towards the couches.

“It’ll certainly be more comfortable,” Karen commented, then giggled. “Follow me, you two.”

She was definitely merry, I thought, as we seated ourselves on one of the couches and Alan and Jean-Claude disappeared into the kitchen.

Karen kicked off her shoes. “That’s going to be better for dessert. You guys should do the same.”

Nancy gave me a quizzical look, but Karen had jumped up to draw the drapes and light several candles on the table beside us. She returned to the couch as we finished removing our shoes and continued: “I think dessert is going to be a riff on something we enjoyed with Jean-Claude in Paris.” She paused. “Jean-Claude did take us to places ordinary visitors miss, but they weren’t all little museums.” She ran her tongue across her lips. “There were some very interesting little clubs, too. The kind you guys might enjoy. Very uninhibited…”

I was just beginning to get the picture when haramidere escort Alan and Jean-Claude returned, carrying three platters, each covered with a silver dome.

Karen went on talking as Alan and Jean-Claude set the three platters down on the small table with the lighted candles, then opened bottles of dessert wine: “There was this one little club where a group of chefs were members…”

Alan continued for her: “Guys that Jean-Claude knew, who had a little game they and their ladies played.” He smiled. “The idea was to prepare desserts that would kinda illustrate what they’d like to do…”

I saw Nancy’s mouth open a little. I grinned at her as I got the idea. I’d no idea how far things might go this evening, but maybe we were going to have some fun with our friends after all.

“Voila!” Jean-Claude lifted the nearest silver dome. “The first dessert for Karen’s birthday, the trio of meringue…”

I stared at the confection in front of us. Three fragile tawny pink shapes were arranged on the platter, the center one overlapping a little with the other two. It took me a moment to work out what I was looking at.

Nancy was quicker: “Oh my God! Spit-roast!”

I focused in on the meringues. Nancy was right. The center meringue shape, very definitely female, had a delicate blonde topping, while the others had clearly defined cocks, one poised between the female’s legs, the other just touching her mouth.

It was obvious from the blonde topping who was the model for the female figure, and I felt my own cock starting to tent the front of my jeans.

“Happy birthday, Karen!” Alan told his wife. “And you remember from Jean-Claude’s club in Paris what happens next?”

“Oh yes,” Karen grinned. “I remember it very well.”

I glanced back at the meringues, my cock jumping some more. This was looking like more than I could have hoped for this evening.

Karen was silent for several seconds, then stood, smiled at each of us, reached around the back of her dress, and slowly unzipped it. “I remember it very well indeed.”

My mouth was suddenly dry as Karen gave a little wriggle and her dress dropped to the floor. Her body was gorgeously familiar in her skimpy dark blue underwear as she turned slowly around for our inspection. Her breasts filled the lacy bra, her nipples obviously hard, pushing out the delicate fabric. On the matching lacy panties I could see a tiny damp patch at the crotch.

“Spit-roast, hmmm?” Karen smiled at us. “One of my favorite desserts. And more to come.” She giggled. “So to speak.”

She stepped out of the fallen dress and turned to her husband. “Very well done, Alan, giving dessert advice to Jean-Claude, but I’m thinking I should share this course with just our male guests.” She hesitated. “Is that okay?”

I waited for Alan’s answer. My prick was now rock-hard in anticipation.

Alan smiled back at his wife. “I always enjoy watching.” He paused. “But hopefully Nancy and I can watch and play together at the same time.”

“Oh, please,” Nancy said softly from my side.

“That’s all right then,” Karen told us. “So perhaps Pete and Jean-Claude could get more comfortable. Those things in your pants look really awkward.”

Jean-Claude and I took the hint, slipping off our shirts and reaching for our belts. In a minute we were standing naked in front of her, our cocks rigid.

“Help me get these things off, will you?” Karen asked us.

Neither one of us hesitated. As Jean-Claude unhooked Karen’s bra and dropped it to the floor, I slipped a hand into her lacy underpants and slid them down her legs.

Karen stepped out of her underwear, spectacular in her nudity. I caught my breath as I saw her lovely breasts, the rich rose-colored nipples surrounded by paler pink areolas. My gaze dropped to her beautiful smooth shaved pussy, the lips beginning to be more apparent as she touched a finger between her legs. I glanced at Jean-Claude, a rapt look on his face as he ran fingers and thumb down the length of his stiff pole.

Karen smiled broadly, gave each of us a long kiss, then dropped to her knees next to the nearer of the two couches. As Jean-Claude and I stepped towards her I saw that Alan and Nancy were now seated on the other couch, gazing at our group of three. Alan had removed his shorts and Nancy had pulled up her cotton dress and was playing with herself.

Karen took Jean-Claude’s cock into her mouth. Like the rest of his body, the tall Frenchman’s cock was long and slim, much slimmer than my own, but almost two inches longer and shaved smooth. Karen raised her eyes at me, swirled her tongue around the cockhead, then licked her way slowly down towards Jean-Claude’s balls. I heard Jean-Claude groan. Karen nibbled her way back up the long rigid shaft as the Frenchman made soft gasping sounds.

“Now you, Pete,” Karen told me as she released Jean-Claude’s prick.

Christ, I was turned on! As Karen opened her mouth I moved closer to allow her lips to fully encase my prick. We’d had only a couple of sessions in the three months since the evening we’d first met in Portland and I was amazed all over again at the feeling of her soft lips and tongue. I put one hand behind her head and gently pulled her a little nearer. Lick, suck, lick, suck, one ball, the other ball, both balls… I took a breath and tried to control myself, we’d only just started the first “dessert.”

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Lots of you read my stories in the Transexual/Transvestite sections of the site. So I thought I’d expand my horizons and do a few girl stories. I have a friend of mine named Carla. She’s told me a lot about when she was in her late “teens and early twenties” (you need to know that the folks from Literotica are very paranoid about under age stories—they’ve never heard of that first amendment stuff). So here’s a Carla story somewhat modified from the original.

xxx Marlene

Hi–my name’s Carla. I’m eighteen and legal. Just for the record I’m 5’5″ and somewhere around 110 pounds. I have short dishwater blonde hair that comes to the middle of my neck. My eyes are kind of bright green and my skin is quite fair. I’m small boned and short waisted with fairly long legs. My breasts are B cups with small pink areolas topped with eraser sized nipples that get oh so very hard when excited. I’ve always been athletic so my muscle tone is very good—as in tight stomach muscles and well shaped legs. You know how some girls when they wear a bathing suit have that U turn thing at their crotch? As in it doesn’t go to a V? That’s me. Years of playing soccer gave me a really hard little ass. Everyone says I’m pretty hot looking but when I look at my self I seem pretty average—but what the hell I’ll always take a compliment. And by the way—I shave so that all that’s there down below is a little mustache. Know what I mean?

I have a boyfriend named Jerry. He’s what’s called a quadroon—small portion black but mostly white. Kind of a café au lait color. He’s 5’9″ and 150. Thin but nice build. Jerry’s got a gorgeous cock. An easy seven and a half inches and he’s quite thick. Cut. We set up a mirror once so I could see his cock going in and out of me. I love the sight of a big cock going into a small bald cunt. I like to be on my back when he fucks me. Supporting myself on my elbows so I can see when he’s ready to cum. He takes his big dick out of me and slides the head up and down my soaking wet slit raking it over my clit (somehow I got blessed or cursed with a really big one that swells up just like a little dick) until he starts to shoot hot cum all over me. çekmeköy escort Jerry’s one of those boys who don’t just shoot cum–they launch it. We’re talking a boy who can, on his first cum of the night (the record is four) shoot four or five spurts that travel a couple of feet.

We talk about sex all the time. Watch sex DVDs (I think the gang bang ones and the bi-sex ones are pretty cool). Look at sex sites on the internet. Sometimes we call xxx phone sex sites and mess with the 400 pound housewives who swear to god they’re gorgeous. Jerry’s got a sweet deal with me. After all, how many grossly oversexed supposedly hot looking girls do you know who just like to lay there while you watch a football game and suck on your dick for as long as you can stand it and then let your cum shoot into their mouths? Anyhow, I’ve gotten off the subject.

A couple of weeks ago we went to a party. Run of the mill later teen to mid twenties. Guys, girls, lots of smoke, some coke and x, plenty of beer and liquor. I had on a short denim skirt and black silk tank top. And naughty me had no panties or bra on. Jerry knew a lot of the people there but most of them were strangers to me as we live miles apart and this was a more his crowd than mine. I don’t do any drugs other than pot and poppers but I love to drink tequila shots and after awhile I was pretty fucking high and so was Jerry. Loud music, dancing and pretty soon it was dirty type dancing which I’m really good at. He and I were rocking away dry humping in the middle of the room with a bunch of others. I looked over and saw a couple of really good looking guys dancing together rubbing crotches together as well as girls doing the same thing. Got me hot. Jerry and I went out into the yard of the house and ended up on a chaise lounge towards a secluded part of it. We were laying down making out sucking on each other’s tongues. He had his hand under my top and was tweaking a nipple and I had a hand down the front of his shorts rubbing his pretty dick through his briefs (just HAD to wear underwear!). My skirt was riding up and I was hot enough to be cevizli escort humping up at him. Wet.

Jerry stood up and pulled his shorts and underwear off to reveal his rock hard cock. I pulled my skirt all the way up so my bald pussy was shiny with my girl cum in the moonlight. “Oh baby, stick it in me for a few minutes. I’m so hot for cock!” I said to him. My legs were spread and his hot body slid between them. His dick went into me and my legs went around him pulling him in tighter. I had my eyes closed just loving the feel of that white chocolate cock filling me up. When I opened them up I saw two guys standing on either side of us with their dicks out stroking as they watched us fuck.

I mean here’s two young guys beating off while they watch me and my boyfriend fuck. I’d never been into anything more than one on one so it was kind of a shock to see these guys getting all hot watching us. “Jerry, we have an audience.” I said. He came out of his sex reverie and looked at both of them and laughed.

“Oh, Carla this is Jeff and Mark. They’re seniors at Central. Guys, this is my girl Carla.” He laid all this out without ever missing a beat or should I say a stroke. The two guys were the ones who never missed a beat.

“Geez Jerr, she’s hotter than hell! Don’t stop fucking her! It’s getting me crazy watching you two.” Said one of the boys. “Get it on bud!” And with that he puts his hand on Jerry’s ass and pushes him further into me. The other guy is up by my head and is slowly sliding his hand up and down his cock watching. Six incher and nicely shaped head. Jerry was thrusting hard into me now and I had my mouth open breathing through it. The cock was maybe a foot from me and he must have taken my open mouth as an invitation as all of a sudden he moved forward and stuck his cock into my face. Without thinking about it I opened wide and his dick slid into my mouth. I don’t know why I did it. Maybe because I was pretty fucked up. Maybe it was just the moment. But I liked the idea of having a cock in my mouth and one in my cunt. I was looking up at Jerry as this guy’s dick erenköy escort fucked my face. His eyes were wide and his teeth were clenched as he watched me. But I could tell he wasn’t pissed.

The guy that was doing my face was pleading with me. “Oh yeah baby, suck it. Just the head. Yeah baby. You’re so fucking hot. You little slut cunt.”

And the guy behind Jerry was watching intently as he pushed Jerry into me. “Fuck her Jerr. Fuck her hard baby. Fuck her while I finger your hot ass!” I didn’t know this was happening but it was obvious that he was finger fucking Jerry’s gorgeous hole. I sometimes did it to him when I wanted him to cum. Every time I stuck a couple of my long fingers into him he shot off like a rocket. As the guy fingered him he fucked my wet pussy harder with his mouth hanging open.

“UhnnnUhnnnUhnnn” he moaned as he slid in and out of me. All of a sudden the guy in my mouth pulled out and moved his wet dick over to Jerry’s mouth and poked it into him. I was totally shocked but certainly not turned off. Jerry was obviously sucking his dick as he slid it in and out of his mouth. I knew he’d never done anything like this before as we’d talked about it when we’d watched bi-sex videos. He’d always said that he’d never do it and thought it was so queer but here he was with a nice sized dick fucking his virgin face. He was gagging and moaning around the dick when he pushed hard into me and shot off a load of cum into my cunt. The guy fucking his mouth pulled out and his dick pulsed a jet of hot cum into his mouth and then all over his face.

The sight of my baby boy getting a load of cum was all it took to push me over the edge and I came with a cry. The guy that had been fingering Jerry’s hot ass hurriedly came around to my face but before he could get his dick into my mouth he blasted cum all over my silk top, neck and lower face. He pulsed three or four times and I was drenched with sticky nasty cum. Jerry collapsed on top of me and his two friends moved back to zip up and kind of straighten out.

“Thanks Jerr. That was the hottest!” Said one of them as they laughed and walked back to the party. I stroked his head and told him how hot I thought he was and how much I loved his dick and how much I liked the whole scene.

“Did you like it baby? Did you feel gay? Or was it just so hot that you want to do it again?”

All he said was “Again.”

Didja like it? Want to read more about Jerry and Carla? Let me know. I’m hot from writing it. xxxxxxx

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Man there’s more to that old saying than I ever realized. Just when I thought things were going pretty well in my life, something totally unexpected comes along to make it better, followed by something so radical that I begin to wonder if I’ve made some bad choices in how I’ve changed my life. I guess to understand what I’m saying, I need to fill you in more about me. Hi, my name is Kathy. I’m married to a wonderful guy, have a great family, live in a middle class type of neighborhood where nothing out of the ordinary goes on. I survived a semi closeted childhood where sex was never discussed. Do you remember the book that came out in the 70’s called “Everything You Wanted to Know About Sex, But Were Afraid to Ask”? A copy was strategically located so I could find it in I was in eight grade. It answered a lot of questions I was afraid to ask anyone about. I had older siblings, but I couldn’t talk to them. Talk to my parents?? Are you nuts? Everyone else my age was just as stupid as I was, they were of no help either. So I loved it when the house was empty except for me, and I could pull the book out and learn all kinds of neat and interesting things. It was my first exposure to anything close to erotic writing. The only problem was it left me frustrated as hell, not being old enough to experiment except in the privacy of my own bedroom. Absolutely amazing what items around the house a young female can find to play with.

Thus I entered my early twenties still a virgin of sorts. Oh the hymen was gone by then, I’d taken care of that somewhere along the way, but I’d never had a date. I was constantly too busy studying, and no guy my age wanted to ask a girl out that wore glasses or got better grades than he did in physics. I was a threat I guess. Pity really, that I lost so much time compared to other girls my age. But I made up for it once I met the man of my dreams and married him. We learned about love and sex together and we were damn fine at it too, so we thought. But like many young couples, we got into the rut of the same old thing. With babies to take care of, house work to be done, working outside the home as well, I tended to resent the fact that I couldn’t be myself. I always had to be something for someone else. Needless to say, I let things go. Like my looks. I gained weight with each pregnancy and never could seem to lose it. As a result, I also lost my self esteem, something I’d had plenty of up to baby number one coming on the scene. For my own protection, I’d built a shell around myself. I wouldn’t even let the husband break into it for fear of finding out how unhappy I was. As if he didn’t know. Late night discussions after I was dead tired from a day’s work, always ended up in me being at fault for not wanting anything to do with sex. Sound familiar to anyone? Only with time and the family getting older, did I realize I wasn’t the only woman to go through this. I just hadn’t learned how to deal with it correctly until the Internet came around and I started finding out that men don’t mind a woman with some intellect. Imagine that!!! Same reason my husband chose me in the first place. I just didn’t believe him when he told me. I needed someone else to point it out for confirmation.

So as I hit the forty year mark, I was ‘reborn’. I lost the weight. I flirted on the net. I found out that I could be myself and not act dumb around men and my husband reaped all the rewards. Poor guy sure deserved to after putting up with the rough years of the twenties and thirties. He even got interested in someone on here. We’d have some great sex sessions while one of aydınlı escort us was talking to a ‘friend’. As long as the kids were to bed, it’s great being on the floor in front of the computer chair, giving a blow job while your spouse is having cybersex online. I love seeing how hard it is to type a complete sentence when his cock is in my mouth and my head is blocking the screen. At least I leave him two hands to type with, right? And for the most part, the cyber partner is ok with long pauses in the screen conversation, while I straddle his lap and move up and down his exposed cock. As if they could do anything about it. I’ve got the advantage of availability over them and I make use of it.

I was so glad when those short skirts came back into style. I’ve got a great set of legs, even if I say so myself. I’m not real tall, but I’ve got a long inseam, small ankles, shapely curved calves, nicely muscled thighs and an ass that goes to ……………well you know where…..grin. When he stretches his legs out in front of the chair, I love climbing up on his lap and facing him so I can grab the back of the chair. Gives me great leverage for the slow up and down movements, (part of the reason my calves and thighs are in such good shape. I get a lot of exercise this way). Anyway, those skirts make it so easy to slip over him, cos I refuse to wear panties around the house. Heck come to think of it, I refuse to wear them at all. Makes things too hard to get at if the opportunity should arise. And things do rise up for attention when a cyber chat gets started.

Now when I’m talking online, we quite often do things a little different….he loves to stand behind me and start massaging my neck and shoulders. I tend to tense up sometimes, and he knows me well enough to realize that all it takes to start pushing my magic buttons is to touch me. Slowly and softly, caressing my skin, undressing me while I ‘talk’ about making love to a cyber partner. Some of the guys are so good about it. They get turned on by knowing he’s in the room with me, and they’ll start telling him what to do. He obliges to most everything, but occasionally they’re moving or typing to slow for us. He reads me well and knows when I need to slow down or when I need to cum. Love that man and his talents. Always the gentleman, he brings the towels for me to sit on. It’s much easier on the furniture. You see, I’m a squirter. Not just on occasion, but every time. And I’ve finally learned that it’s not some freak of nature for a female to be that way. So I make use of the fact every chance I can get.

One time I was chatting along building the story and getting the guy hotter than hell, (or so he said), when I had my jeans unsnapped from behind and pulled off my legs. The next thing I know I’m changing the story online to what’s happening behind me, where my butt is getting licked and kissed to pieces. There was a hand reaching around in front of me to cup my pussy and start working it over. Quick thrusts and jabs took over control of my juicing. He smeared the excess up my crack and the next thing I knew I was getting hammered from behind while I was getting written a story on the screen. We missed the towels that night and I had a mess on the floor to wipe up afterwards. Smile….who cared, we sure didn’t, we were having fun. What’s a little honey to wipe up?

As we got more into being braver online, we also got interested in having a real time thing so we could expand our experiences. Problem was finding a couple who thought like we did. Amazingly, bağdat caddesi escort we found them closer to home than we thought and they were already friends. It only took the guys talking one day about sex to realize the four of us had a mutual need to explore some other areas of sexual pursuits, namely another couple’s intimacies . Plans were made to get together in a few weeks time and see what developed.

Now no matter what your brain tells you about any pre planned meeting like that, it never goes quite the way you want it to. Least that’s what I’ve found out. As far as physical attributes, the four of us are average, nothing outstanding, nothing ugly enough that you want two paper bags, one for their head and one for yours. Never having been with another couple, my spouse and I weren’t really sure what to expect. We both knew what we liked and how we liked to do things, but doing a foursome was starting from scratch again. And man who wants to go back to the time they first had a sexual encounter and were awkward as hell. Where we like to have a lot of foreplay before screwing, this couple got down and dirty immediately. I’d rather have my clothes removed slowly, temptingly. She just dropped the drawers and was down to the panties and bra minutes after we walked in the door. Guess the porn flick they put on the TV was enough to get her going, I never have figured that out.

Well since we were their guests, we decided to play by their ‘rules’. So my accommodating husband dove into her pussy and pretty soon had a sporting hard on. At least I got to enjoy watching him play around. The other guy ended up between my thighs and got a surprise shower when I squirted the first time. He’d never had that happen before in his life and I guess the two men hadn’t gotten around to the fact of discussing what my talents were. Unfortunately, I’m very astute to a person’s reactions to my explosions and his undid my mood real quick. None the less I persevered and decided to see if I could give him some enjoyment while he was watching his wife get humped on the other side of the room. Poor guy must have been very self conscious, I never did get him up with my mouth that night and I’ve been told I’m pretty damn good at it. Another thing we learned that evening was the fact she’s a female that has one hell of a time getting an orgasm. Must be part of the reason they wanted to try something different. After about an hour she had one. Me? I was just sitting in the chair by then feeling very uncomfortable with the whole situation. But I kept it to myself and just let it all pass in front of my eyes. When we got home later in the evening I got relief from the frustration at the talented hands and mouth of my husband. Thank god for blessings in life.

Well that wasn’t the last time we tried new things. I wasn’t totally against finding someone or some couple to try again with. Eventually several months later the opportunity came along again, with better results. This time I discovered I have some bi tendencies. We met with a mutual friend of ours that was between relationships and wanted to have a threesome. I know how much my husband had fantasized about having two females take care of his needs at the same time, and I figured what a birthday present this would be. I arranged for her to meet us at a nearby motel after I’d taken him out for a birthday supper, never hinting that our night alone wasn’t going to be alone.

I had given her one key to the room before we went to supper, so she’d be in bostancı escort the room when we got there. Imagine his surprise when I led him into the room. There she was on the bed, in a long tailed shirt with nothing underneath. I took his hand, moved him to the bed itself and pushed him back on to it. Between her and I we stripped the boy down to his birthday suit in no time and proceeded to give him a dual blow job from heaven. She and I would take turns having our pussies in his face while sucking his hard shaft. What we didn’t prepare for was accidentally touching tongues on one of the up-licks and discovering that we liked the feel of each other’s mouths. Before long we were breast to breast, french kissing and touching each other’s nether regions, discovering the fact that women are wonderful creatures to make love to. Now the poor guy didn’t get totally left out, it was his birthday after all. He just didn’t get to make it with us. He got to watch one hell of a video afterward too, ‘cos we filmed the entire thing.

Live and learn I guess. We, as a couple, had yet to find that perfect experience. We’d gotten some enjoyment from our extra encounters, but still hadn’t found the match we were searching for. Oh well, maybe it wasn’t really out there after all. Or maybe we had something so special ourselves that nothing we could find outside our own marriage and bedroom would match what our imaginations thought was possible. We’d about given up hope when another opportunity cropped up. It had been over a year since we had been with the other couple. I’d done a lot of soul searching to see where I went wrong since I couldn’t seem to make the gentleman comfortable with me. I’d talked to a lot of people on here about the situation and they all said the guy was crazy not to take advantage of what I had to offer, that it wasn’t me, but was him. Well that boosted my ego enough over time to allow me to take another chance at it. I just adopted the attitude I was going to have fun and not worry about how anyone else felt. I was going to relax and strut my stuff for once.

You know what the best part of getting past 40 is for me. Learning that I am sensual when I let myself be. Learning to love my body and how it reacts to the touch of another human being. Learning to say what it is I like to have done, how I like to be cuddled and caressed and teased till I can’t stand it anymore. Learning to show a man how to hold me, how to touch my pussy, how to finger me, how to lick the outside while he’s spreading my lips with his hand, how to rub the clit till it’s as hard as his cock and knowing that when I let myself succumb to the pleasure it gives me, that I glow from the inside out and that light in my eyes makes me beautiful to the beholder. And the night we got together with the other couple again, I was just that. I could see it mirrored in my husbands eyes as he watched me sitting on the couch with another man’s head between my thighs, drinking every drop of honey I produced. I could feel it in my husbands arms as he held me to his chest and watched over my shoulder while another cock was buried deep within the folds of my pussy, and when I was sitting on his cock with another one buried in my tight little hole at the same time. I came so many times that night we ran out of towels, and when the other gal commented to me that she couldn’t believe I could cum so often, I just shrugged my shoulders and said…it’s just the way I am. That was just before the three of us brought her to her second orgasm of the evening. Something new for her to experience.

Well you’d think that was the conclusion to this short story. I was walking on air for several days afterward. Then the bombshell hit once again. A neighbor dropped by and got way too suggestive and assertive and didn’t want to take no for an answer. I finally got him out of the house before I got more than I wanted to experience. Now I ask you…why is it you can’t win for losing sometimes?

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Cally was a drifter. Ever since leaving High School she had drifted from one dead-end job to another. However, it was soon after her eighteenth birthday that she found what was destined to be her true vocation, although it had not appeared that way at the time.

She had been casually trawling through the ‘Sits-Vac’ page of a large national newspaper when her curiosity was aroused by the following ‘Ad’.

‘If you are a liberally minded young lady with a caring nature then we may just have the ideal career for you. Every day will throw up a new challenge, where your enthusiastic involvement will be well received. This is a highly paid, live-in position with a guarantee of overtime at triple rates. Please send recent photo with application – No CV required’

Having nothing better to occupy her time, she duly replied to the intriguingly worded advert’ and consequently, less than a week later, she found herself outside a large ivy-clad country house, perusing the large sign that pronounced that this was ‘COXHOLME TOWERS – HOME FOR RETIRED GENTLEMEN.’ “My God – what have I let myself in for,” she mused to herself. Caring for a bunch of dribbling geriatrics was certainly not her idea of an ‘ideal career’. Still – the money sounded good and she was sure she could stick it out until something more favourable came her way.

The interview lasted but a few short minutes as the exceedingly buxom and rather ‘butchy’ woman, who introduced herself as Ms Dyke (sic) passed quickly through the questioning stage and appeared more interested in Cally’s long shapely legs that terminated in a firm and well-defined butt; a cheeky face that still retained traces of childish innocence, but most of all on her totally natural 32E bosom, that somehow looked out of place on her otherwise slim frame. They were in fact an erotic artist’s dream as the way they jutted out from her chest, they simply defied gravity and surely those cherry-sized nipples set upon the slightly darker aureoles were never real – were they?

Cally found the request to hitch her skirt up to her panty line a little disconcerting, but to demonstrate her required liberal attitude, she duly obliged. The nod of satisfaction and the somewhat lascivious glint that appeared in Ms Dyke’s eyes somehow assured that the post was hers.

“Now my dear”, purred Ms Dyke, “I will get your uniform for you and show you to your room where you can try it on in private.” The room turned out to be small but adequate and contained all the usual bedroom furnishings, complete with a large mirror that almost covered a complete wall of her snug quarters. Cally carefully laid the so-called uniform onto the bed and noted that it was similar to the ones worn by ‘candy stripers’, except that the skirt was a little shorter; the blouse a little lower cut; the shoe heels a tad higher; the black stockings a little sheerer and she couldn’t quite imagine a nurse wearing a miniscule lilac coloured thong and a crimson garter belt. The ensemble was completed with a somewhat flimsy push-up bra’ that would leave little to the most jaded imagination. However, when she eventually clothed herself with the outfit and glimpsed her shapely image in the large wall mirror, she realized that the overall effect was sexily smart although the delicately designed bra’, which appeared more for showing than supporting, was definitely losing the battle in containing her fulsome though firm young breasts.

Her reverie was disturbed by a knock at the door, which turned out to be the formidable Ms Dyke with a list of her immediate duties. She was informed that most of the elderly gentlemen in the home were from high society backgrounds, which meant in turn that they were mostly rich and could be most demanding. She was further informed that she would find it to her pecuniary advantage to go along with what was expected of her as regular big buck bonuses were to be earned by being ‘helpful’ to the elderly inmates. Ms Dyke then informed her that her first task was to give a bed bath to old Tom Granger, who, according to our Ms Dyke, was loved and appreciated by all the Coxholme staff.

As Cally entered the room she was somewhat surprised to find the old guy, dressed in an old fashioned nightshirt; seated in one of those luxuriously upholstered armchairs that could be adjusted to suit ones mood or posture and reading what was undoubtedly a most graphic porn magazine (was that cock for real on the front cover?).

“Come a little closer girl,” he instructed her, “Me eyes aint what they used to be.” He certainly appeared pleased as she stood close to him and gave a little curtsey that caused her firm breasts to jiggle ever so slightly. “My lass! You’re a bonny one that’s for sure – Are those tits real or have you had ’em seen to?” he enquired with a wicked grin. Cally was somewhat take aback by this forthright enquiry as to the state of her breasts but at least had the good sense to respond that to date that was a secret known only to her and her maker. This caused Tom to laugh out loud anadolu yakası escort and inform her that the best of secrets would eventually be shared between true friends!

“Now Miss Cally would you mind looking under my night table. I think I dropped a $50 bill there earlier.” Cally saw that it was there alright and as she bent to retrieve it she realised that her skirt had ridden up to such a degree that both cheeks of her firm little ass were in full view to all who cared to look – and Oh Boy – did our Tom want to look?

“Gee Cally” he exclaimed, “That takes me back a few years,” he continued in a rather shaky voice. “How would you like to keep that $50 bill you just retrieved?” With an air of caution she enquired,

“What, just for flashing my butt?”

“We-e-el,” he responded with a drawl, “perhaps if you just slipped outa them flimsy drawers and unhooked that bra’ of yours, which can’t be doing much for your circulation (although it was certainly doing plenty for his), I might just be able to find a companion for that bill your holding.”

Cally’s first reaction was to decline the old pervert’s offer, but then again $100 dollars for doing what she had done so many times in the past (although previous voyeurs had, on the whole, been considerably younger – apart perhaps from daddy and Uncle Pete – but that’s another story!) was just to tempting to refuse.

“Well – O.K. then Mr Granger – but no touching now!”

“Oh gee Cally, call me Tom,” he responded with a grin, “I feel that you and I are going to get really well acquainted.” Cally returned his smile coyly as she slipped the flimsy thong down from her slender hips to reveal a lengthy pussy slit, parenthesised by an almost child-like and only slightly raised ‘mons’. This was topped by a sparse covering of soft pubic hair, so fair that the mound appeared at first sight to be shaven. The external labia were barely formed and the prepuce that enclosed her clitoris was scarcely discernable. Overall the sight was most pleasing.

She then unhooked the delicate bra’ and as it fell from her ripe firm breasts they drooped not an inch, the long nipples pointing slightly upwards and old Tom was spoilt for choice as his eyes darted from tits to cunt and back again. He licked his now trembling lips and slowly reached out a scrawny hand in a vain attempt to touch the rigid breasts and was quickly reminded of his earlier promise.

“There’s another ‘fifty’ in it for you if I can just stroke those ‘titties’ of yours,” he added pleadingly. By now, Cally’s resolve was weakening by the minute as the contemplation of all that cash completely removed all thoughts of propriety. Where’s the harm she thought to herself. It’s not as though he’s going to leap from that chair and ravish me. A quick grope and he’ll probably nod of in mid fumble.

As it turned out she had been wrong in her assessment of old Tom’s staying powers and found herself getting quite ‘turned on’ by his rather expert handling of her breasts. She did not even protest when he slipped one of her now substantially enlarged nipples into his mouth, sucking and tonguing it with great authority, which sent erotic tingles through each meaty mammary. Neither was she surprised to feel a bony finger exploring the length of her pussy slit. However, she retained the wit to demand a further $50 for this particular excursion, a request with which Tom was delighted to concur.

Again, old Tom turned out to be most proficient with his insistent finger probing and he left Cally gasping and moaning as his long finger soon found the vaginal opening and was feeling around in that weeping little cavity like a true expert. The first digit was quickly followed by two; then three and finally four and as the quartet flipped in and out of the glistening pussy hole, his thumb expertly opened the hood to her now throbbing clitoris and was stimulating the blood-red nub in such a fashion that she had never quite experienced before. It literally flowered under his insistent ministration until it stood proud of the imperceptible darker hood that had initially enfolded it.

“Gee Cally, I sure would like to suck that ‘purty’ little ‘clitty’ of yours. Yea and O.K. I know its gonna cost – but what the hell” Once again she hesitated but had to admit that what he was doing with her pussy was to good to miss – despite his advancing years. “Now Cally, just adjust my chair and lower that pretty pussy to my face so I get the chance to lick that tight little ass-hole as well.”

Within minutes Tom’s tongue was forcing itself in such a way deep into her cunt that the juices flowed from the musky passage like honey dripping from the comb and she could tell from the slurping that the old guy was drinking his fill and spreading the excess around the tightness of her petal-shaped anus. He then set to work on her ‘clit’ which now stood hard and proud from its sheath and looked for all the world like a young boys’ first ‘stiffie’ atalar escort and as he sucked and tweaked it alternately it was though a series of electric shocks were coursing through her sexually stimulated body.

She was distracted from her sensuous reveries by the sight of Tom’s nightshirt inexorably falling away as a tent-shaped mound slowly appeared in his groin area. Intrigued by this somewhat strange happening she pulled the garment back and was startled to see that she had exposed the biggest cock that (to date) she had ever seen. Its length, although prodigious, was within the realms of acceptability. What really caused her to gasp and exclaim out loudly “Oh fuck me!” was the girth of this truly awesome penis. The shaft she estimated was about as thick as her forearm but the crowning glory, literally, was the huge bulbous head, even though it was only partially exposed, still held in check by the overstretched foreskin. Instinctively Cally reached out with both hands and grasping the monster just below the massive glans, she savagely yanked downwards, which freed the thick ridge of the ‘helmet’.

“Goddam it Cally,” groaned a somewhat distressed Tom, “Did you have to be so rough? – I think now you oughta kiss it better, and yes, I’ll add another $50 to the fund. Needing no further bidding, Cally swiftly went down on that bulging glans, her generous mouth just about wide enough to accommodate it. Tom continued to work around her now sodden pussy and as her sweet juices flowed he expertly worked the natural lubricant around and deep inside her tight ass hole as he fucked brutally against Cally’s overstretched mouth, forcing more and more of his chunky cock down her throat.

As she ‘came’ once again, flooding the old guy’s mouth with her musky discharge, all thoughts of propriety fled from her sex-addled brain and she knew then that she just had to have that magnificent dick deep inside her. As if sensing her body’s latest urgent demand, Tom reluctantly freed his mouth from Cally’s smouldering cunt and enquired of her,

“Think you could take it up that tight little pussy of yours? Could be worth another $50 bill to add to that stash of yours.” Now to be honest, Cally was so eager to have his ‘meat’ inside her that she would gladly have given him $50 for the privilege. However not being a gal to look a gift horse in the mouth, she acquiesced by roughly coming off his throbbing member and straddling him with her cunt positioned over the now pulsating penis. Despite the earlier ministrations to her poor pussy, it did not open easily as the monstrous glans nudged aside the child-like labia lips, but now all thoughts of sexual restraint were abandoned on the altar of lust as she thrust herself eagerly onto the steel-hard rod of flesh and was rewarded to feel that huge head finally breaching the vaginal opening.

As each inch slowly but inexorably slipped inside her, she felt herself raised to a higher level of gratification. She never in her wildest dreams imagined that her sweet little pussy could expand to the degree now demanded of it as the massive cock ploughed ever deeper in and out her vaginal cavity, each lusty thrust prompting a squeal of pleasure that grew in intensity as the pace intensified. At last she finally sensed that total penetration had been achieved as the huge thrusting tip butted against the neck of her womb and what little pain she had initially experienced was now replaced by an enveloping feeling of total euphoria as again and again she felt her copious juices flooding from her.

“O-o-h Cally” came a hoarse whimper from the owner of that gargantuan cock.”I think I’m c-u-uumming,” the final word now squealed as he arched his back and with one final desperate lunge shot his bountiful hot load deep inside that now blood gorged and battered vestibule. So profuse was the spunky discharge that it now flowed abundantly from her pussy and puddled thickly on the old man’s belly.

It was at that precise moment that the room door suddenly opened to reveal the rather forbidding figure of Ms Dyke. She quickly took in the scene of wild debauchery and with a slight smile creasing her somewhat thin lips she exclaimed,

“That was not what I had in mind when I instructed you to give Mr Granger a bed bath!” she said as she keenly observed the rivulets of cloying semen now trickling down Tom’s somewhat emaciated thighs.

“Oh please don’t report me” panted Cally as she attempted to extricate herself from the still rigid cock shaft. “I’ll do anything for a second chance,” she added pleadingly. M/s Dyke’s smile broadened somewhat as she whispered coyly, “Does that include eating my pussy?” Now Cally was just beginning to think that after all that had happened in the last couple of hours, then nothing could surprise her. However, she had to admit that that one had come straight out of left field. Before she had time to gather her thoughts, Cally realized that Ms Dyke’s skirt, along with her panties, ataşehir escort were now down around her ankles, exposing well-rounded thighs that parenthesised what was undoubtedly the fleshiest shaven cunt that she had ever seen.

“O-oh Ms Dyke, what can I say” she simpered.

“Actions speak louder than words girl,” she added as she fingered around the extensive outer labia lips before drawing back the hooded prepuce to expose a chunky clitoris that many a poorly endowed man would have been happy to see dangling between his own legs. “And let’s drop the formalities seeing as we’re about to exchange cunt juices – call me Olga.

Now it must be said that this would not be the first time that Cally had tasted pussy juice. Hadn’t her older sister made a similar demand the first time she had caught her fingering her tight little twat? But that act had been borne from a sense of filial duty and though not unpleasant it could never hope to match the experience of which she was about to partake. She reached out tentatively and took the extraordinary clitoris between her finger and thumb, which caused Olga to gasp with unrestrained joy. She in turn sought out Cally’s rigid nipples, which she fingered roughly, bringing each one to full attention.

Old Tom in the meantime, his spent cock now lying flaccid between his legs, decided that Olga was still undoubtedly overdressed, a condition which he quickly sought to remedy as he rose from his chair and deftly removed her blouse and bra’ which released just about the largest tits that Cally had ever laid eyes on.

It was impossible to estimate the official size of the gargantuan mammaries, however, any bra’ manufactured in an attempt to restrain such impressive tits would have had a cup size that would each have comfortably held a regulation size basketball. Although truly massive they were still quite firm, each one tipped with a blood-red walnut sized nipple, nestled in the centre of dark saucer sized aureoles, which in turn stood in bold relief from the fleshy bulk of milky-white breast tissue.

The eager trio fell upon Tom’s king-size bed giving Olga the opportunity to guide Cally’s not unwilling head in the direction of her large shaven slit. Soon she was munching on the outsized clitoris, which now stood proud and erect from its hood. As Olga’s juices began to flow more profusely she suddenly barked out a command

“Now you must fuck me with your fist.” Needing no second bidding, Cally balled her long slender fingers into a fist and rather fiercely rammed it into the steaming maw of Olga’s cunt. There was little resistance and soon her forearm was buried deep inside the warm slippery vagina at which she now fucked savagely at it with deep and rapid movements.

Cally was reminded of old Tom’s presence as she felt him stealthily probing between her shapely bum cheeks before inserting a long bony finger into her tight virginal ass-hole. It was strange to imagine that such a street-wise gal as Cally had never experienced anal sex. Many had tried of course yet each time an inquisitive cock head had brushed against the petal-shaped orifice, her early strict upbringing had caused her to flinch and deflect the probing organ into her more than willing cunt. To date this had appeared more than acceptable to her many fuck buddies.

However, Tom was made of sterner stuff and though she initially clenched her buttocks to minimize the hole, Tom’s whispered declaration of another fifty ‘bucks’ for a ‘bum shag’ was enough for her to relax to the degree that allowed the probing digit to enter the ribbed maw of her anus. The strange tingling sensation that this promoted was further enhanced as she next felt the cool yet sweet-smelling creamy lotion that Tom was now liberally working in and around her extended ass hole. She realized of course that the slippery unguent would allow further fingers to be inserted by the elderly gentleman but doubted very much that the huge glans that crowned his thick penis would ever pierce her dainty little bum slit. What Cally did not realize was that the cream also contained a very strong dual purpose ingredient that would totally relax the sphincter muscle, allowing entry for the most improbable sized objects, coupled with an anaesthetic agent that would totally block any pain or discomfort that the recipient may endure on the insertion of improbable sized objects, such as old Tom’s gargantuan dick.

Her reverie was somewhat disturbed by Olga insisting that Cally should insert her other fist into her gaping bum hole, now made slippery with the abundant juices that had flowed from her hard pummelled cunt. Once more Cally was somewhat surprised at the ease in which her balled fist had penetrated Olga’s anal cavity and as with the fist up her sopping cunt, she pumped it deeper and deeper inside her.

Meanwhile, Tom was now working Cally’s previously tight little ring with four fingers and the anaesthetic agent was obviously doing its stuff as not a whimper escaped her quivering lips. With a wicked smile, Tom positioned his now fully erect cock against the cream covered ass hole and slowly pushed down. At first it appeared that the petal-shaped opening would not yield but eventually the persuasive probing was rewarded and the little ‘flower’ finally blossomed and the oversize head was finally housed, quickly followed by nine inches of unyielding penile shaft.

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I was sitting at my desk when I heard the familiar tap tap on my cubical wall. Not having a door means you make do with whatever approximation you can.

“Mark, I need you to go to Japan for me,” my manager said.

I looked up from my monitor. I had been engrossed in a riveting and fascinating technology brief (not!), and welcomed the interruption. Even so, though, it took me a second to register what he said.

“I’m sorry,” I said, snapping back into the moment. “Say that again?”

“I need you to go to Japan for me,” he repeated. He smiled. “You like to travel, right?”

“Well, sure, I guess,” I said, blinking. I don’t go on trips very often. Being part of the corporate head office and not being a field guy, business trips were something of a rarity for me.

“Good!” he said. “You should go home and pack a bag then. Is your passport up to date?”

“Wait,” I sputtered. “You mean now?”

He grinned. “No, not now.”

“Oh, good!” I said, breathing a sigh of relief. “For a second there I thought -“

“Tonight,” he interrupted.

When he saw the look on my face he laughed. Moving to the spare chair in my tiny cubicle he laid it out for me. “Look,” he said, amiably. “We’ve got a really big deal that’s on the line with this customer in Japan. The field guys are worried that we can lose millions if we don’t give them a roadmap discussion about our plans over the next year or so.”

“So why the rush?” I asked.

My manager sighed. “Well, I was supposed to go tonight but just got word that I’m supposed to do a presentation to our Circle of Five.” He referenced the five Vice Presidents of the company we worked for, the level of executives that reported to the no-nonsense CEO. I understood that when the C5 (as they were known – we shortened everything into jargon in this company) called you, you dropped whatever you were doing.

This apparently included international trips to Japan.

“To be honest,” he said, “I should have sent you in the first place. This is your project and you know it better than anyone.”

This was true. I’ve been the lead on the new technologies for some time, and if anyone knew the benefits and value, it was me.

“So,” he said, standing up. “I’m sorry to spring this on you last second -” he looked at his watch – “literally.”

Just as he was about to leave, I thought of something. “Wait, just what are we looking to get out of this meeting?”

He looked me straight in the eye and said, “Get him to sign on the dotted line.”

“Wait a minute,” I said. My heart was pounding in my chest. “I can’t make deals. I don’t have signatory authority.”

He smirked. “You do now, for this deal only. It’s a huge responsibility, but I trust you and know you’ll do fine. Besides, the account team will be there and will handle most of the details anyway. You’re just the hired gun to get their CEO to understand why they should stay with us. You know, invest in us for the long haul.”

I swallowed, hard. “CEO?”

I felt like I was walking into a game where I didn’t know most of the rules. If I screwed this up, it could cost us tens of millions. Over the years, that number could be even higher.

The trip itself was blissfully uneventful though I spent most of the time attempting to sleep on the plane, without success. I took the opportunity to review something of the customer’s history. I only casually glanced through some of the documents, though, preferring to prepare myself for the kinds of technical questions that were sure to emerge. This was hot new stuff, and I was passionate about it. I figured it was critical that I make sure that I had all my facts and details straight. I simply couldn’t afford to blow the entire deal by getting anything wrong.

Everything went downhill as soon as I arrived at the airport in Narita, Japan. Turning my phone back on, I checked my work email only to discover the account team had decided that they would not be attending, and didn’t even give me the courtesy to explain why. A few frantic (and ultimately ignored) emails later, I began to make my way through the airport.

Customs went as smooth as it ever does, which is to say that I was grilled by a very severe looking Japanese woman who didn’t seem at all pleased that I knew no Japanese whatsoever. My little phrasebook only seemed to make her more irritated.

Baggage claim was even less fun, as I waited for the carousel to spit out my bag, and waited, and waited. I waited until the carousel simply stopped, and then had to explain to a very apologizing Japanese luggage agent where they could send my bag – if they ever found it.

So, exhausted, and clutching my carryon, I emerged into the arrivals hall to see a very formal-looking Japanese man holding a sign with my name on it.

“Hi, I’m Mark Jenkins,” I said, nodding to his sign.

“Mr. Jenkins-san,” the man said, and politely bowed.

I returned the gesture. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to meet me at the airport,” yenibosna escort I said. “This is a nice surprise. Oh! I’m afraid i can’t speak any Japanese.” I added with regret.

The man smiled. “That is quite all right, Mr. Jenkins-san. I will be your interpreter on this trip. Mr. Sato does not speak any English.”

Great, I thought. How am I supposed to get someone to sign on the dotted line with this language barrier? I regretted not having more experience in these types of deals, and really wished I had some help. This was one hell of a first time to have all these things go wrong.

“My name is Hiro Mosoto,” he was explaining. He looked around me. “Did you not bring any luggage?” he asked.

“They lost it.”

He bowed extremely low. “My apologies, Mr. Jenkins-san. I assure you this is not the way the Japanese treat honored guests.”

I was taken aback by the abruptness of his apology. “Mr. Mosoto,” I said, trying to get him to stop. Then, after an awkward pause, I added, “-san. This is not your fault. My bag was lost in America, not here.”

He stood up straight, and smiled a little. “Please, you can call me Hiro.”

I held out my hand. “And you can call me Mark,” I said. I was longing for a little informality.

I wasn’t going to get it, however. Hiro looked a bit shocked. “No, Mr. Jenkins-san,” he said, shaking his head firmly. “This is not the way it’s done. I would show you no such disrespect in front of Mr. Sato.”

It was slowly starting to dawn on me that Hiro’s logic was sound. If I were to face the CEO of this company as an equal, it would not do to have a breach of etiquette. Mr. Sato (-san? What’s the proper use for the formality? I was starting to feel hopelessly unprepared for what lay before me) would certainly not see his interpreter as an equal; I needed to follow suit if I had any hope of not screwing this up.

Hiro took me straight to the office. As I didn’t have any bags to drop off at the hotel, I didn’t object. I could have used some sleep, but apparently there was no way you would want to keep a man like Mr. Sato waiting.

The executive offices were outstanding. Giant fish tanks were everywhere, housing the most colorful fish I had ever seen. The office was awash in vibrant life, meticulously contained in gorgeous teak and cedar wood. The juxtaposition of chaos inside the tanks and meticulous rigid order for the rest of the office took my breath away.

Hiro led me to a conference room that looked like it doubled as a viewing room. There were three plush chairs arranged in a triangle, each with a laptop table conveniently placed beside them. Hiro suggested I choose a chair and I selected one. He excused himself to find Mr. Sato.

In the rich setting, I began to feel my heart pound hard against my chest again. Protocol… protocol… what’s the proper way to greet the CEO of a multi-Billion dollar company?

The answer, of course, is with respect.

Mr. Sato came in, a lot younger than I expected. A thin handsome man in his early forties, he carried a bearing of poise and honor that I simply didn’t see in my day-to-day life. I rose, and he cracked the smallest of a smile as he extended his hand. I took it, and bowed in greeting.

Mr. Sato was an attentive listener, as I went through my spiel and explained the projects I had been working on. It took a little time for me to get into the groove of speaking with an interpreter, but I quickly learned to keep my sentences short to give Hiro time to catch up and translate. Mr. Sato asked pointed, directed questions, showing a keen insight and intelligence. It was no wonder that he was the one in charge of the company. The man was brilliant.

“Mr. Sato-san says that he is very impressed with your presentation, Mr. Jenkins-san,” Hiro translated for me after we had been talking for about two hours.

“Thank you,” I said. Turning to face Mr. Sato, I said, “Arigato.” Sato nodded, unsmiling. I wasn’t entirely sure if “impressed” was a euphemism or not.

“Mr. Sato-san suggests that we take a break before continuing. He has additional questions that he must ask.”

I nodded. A break sounded good. Spending an hour talking about a new technology with an interpreter was far more exhausting than I thought. In addition I hadn’t gotten any sleep on the plane and was starting to feel like I would start yawning at any moment. The exhaustion of international flights coupled with intense technical conversations was starting to take its toll on my ability to recognize subtleties in the conversation.

Hiro pressed a button on a console next to his chair. Immediately the door to the room opened and three Japanese women entered the room in conservative business suits.

Each of them was absolutely gorgeous, and I began to think that it would be very difficult to work around here given how distracting it must be.

Then I found out exactly how distracting zeytinburnu escort they were.

They each went to one of us, and knelt before us. Before I knew what the hell was going on, the girl in front of me began unbuckling my pants and unzipping my fly.

I nearly jumped out of my seat in panic, and looked over at Hiro and Mr. Sato. Each of them had a girl doing the exact same thing to them. Neither of them seemed the slightest bit disturbed by this behavior.

Is this normal? What do I do? Should I stop her? Holycrapholycrapholy…

The girl had taken my soft cock into her mouth and worked her magic on me. She wasn’t just good, she was damn good. I was instantly hard, but at the same time I couldn’t get over what was happening.

Mr. Sato simply kept his hands on the armrest and let his girl suck his cock. Hiro was checking his phone, and he looked like he was texting as his girl blew him.

I didn’t know what to do or where to look. I felt as if I was invading a very private moment, but there was nothing private about any of this. I was in a room with the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company and his interpreter, getting sucked off.

Mr. Sato simply looked like he was meditating. The girl kneeling in front of him had her back to me and I couldn’t see anything she was doing, but I didn’t want to watch. I wanted to look away, but the room was too small and there was nowhere else to look.

Instead, I watched my cock disappear into the mouth of this beautiful Asian girl, whose soft, pouty lips were caressing me in ways that I had never imagined (and I can imagine a lot!).

I heard Hiro begin to breathe a little heavier, and stiffen as he shot his load into his girl’s mouth with a sharp grunt. She stayed there for a few moments more, letting him grow soft enough to tuck him away again. These women obviously knew what they were doing.

I watched as she put him back away, his cock still damp from her sucking, but nevertheless sated. She got up, bowed to him, and left the room. He went back to his texting.

I felt my girl start to fondle my balls, and nibble gently on the head, her tongue creating little suction points just beneath the crown. Self-conscious, I looked at Hiro to see if he was watching me but he had gone back to his phone and was paying no attention to me whatsoever. Apparently to him a break meant just that – a complete break from the moment we were in, even while remaining in the presence of others.

This girl, whose name I didn’t know, began to massage me with her hands, her tongue, and her cheeks. I could feel her hot breath against my pelvis as she tried to finish me. She never once looked at me.

Despite her considerable talents, I simply couldn’t get into the moment. I tend to like my women enthusiastic, and this girl was just doing a task, doing her job.

Mr. Sato suddenly grunted across from me. His orgasm was exactly like his persona. Strong, powerful, and completely restrained. He didn’t open his eyes, but I could see just how hard he was shooting into his girl’s mouth by her reaction. She looked as if she was struggling to take it all.

With two down and just me to go, the pressure was too much. I simply could not come at all knowing that I was the last one to finish, and that privacy was non-existent.

I leaned down and held the girl’s shoulders, trying to urge her to her feet. For the first time, she looked at me, eyes wide in confusion. Apparently she was not expecting this at all. My cock was still in her mouth and as I pulled her up it fell out with a loud pop.

“Thank you,” I said. “Arigato, arigato…”

She wasn’t buying it, and I had breached some sort of protocol here. Even so, I persevered while realizing I needed to try to place the burden on me, saving face for her. She looked over at Hiro for guidance, but he wasn’t providing any. He looked stunned as well.

Mr. Sato’s girl was standing up when I heard his distinctive Japanese baritone bark something that did not sound pleasant. My girl looked completely confused, but whatever it was that Mr. Sato had said she was accepting it.

Inadvertently I had caused some chaos, and wanted desperately to make it right. “It’s okay,” I said. “It’s okay.”

Hiro and Mr. Sato exchanged several words in Japanese, and I felt completely lost. I was convinced that I had screwed up the deal. Maybe I should have just let the girl finish me off, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. I knew that I would simply sit there, nervous, knowing that these two guys were waiting for me to finish, and it would never happen.

Finally, both girls bowed and left the room. Mr. Sato did not look happy.

“Hiro, I – ” I began, but Mr. Sato stood up and I stopped talking. He said something to Hiro, who bowed in return. Turning to me, Mr. Sato bowed and looked at the floor just a moment too long, before standing ramrod upright, turned, and left the acıbadem escort room.

I fumbled with my belt and zipper and tried to get Hiro to tell me what just happened.

It was no use. Hiro stood up, and bowed at me again. “Mr. Sato has terminated discussions for the day,” Hiro said in a brusque monotone. “He wishes to resume tomorrow.”

Ohcrapohcrapohcrap I fucked this one up. I saw my career heading into the toilet, which is where I felt I would need to go too in order to get rid of the unsettled contents of my stomach. My nerves were shot.

Normally I might have tried to protest or argue, perhaps even tried to recommence the meeting. I would have done something to try to make it right. This time, though, it just wasn’t possible. Something had happened, something cultural that I was not privy to, and I was just going to have to deal with the consequences.

Hiro took me to my hotel. On the way I began conjuring excuses for my manager for blowing the deal (or not blowing it, as the case may be). By the time I got to the hotel, though, I was no closer to understanding what had happened, let alone explaining it.

Still having no bags, checking in was a breeze. I was exhausted, and though I would probably have liked to explore Tokyo, I needed to get my sole set of clothing washed for the next day.

Room service and the bathrobe for tonight, apparently. Somehow it actually sounded quite appealing to have something low-key. It might have been nice to explore the city, seeing as I’d never been there before, but I simply had to accept the fact that it wasn’t going to happen this time around. After the high drama of the negotiations, I just didn’t feel in the mood to have a night on the town anyway.

My room was palatial by Japanese standards. Tokyo is well known for its lack of space, and for me to have as much room in my hotel as I did was mind-boggling. A king-size bed, jacuzzi, and a separate working room with a desk awaited me. There was no way my cheap-ass company did this. This must have been the Japanese.

After handing off my laundry to the hotel staff, I sat down at the desk in my terry-cloth robe (provided for my convenience by the hotel, complete with instructions on how to order one of my very own). I started going through my work emails, and felt the familiar twinge of nerves as my manager’s emails came across reminding me of just how strategic this account was.

Translation: Don’t fuck this one up.

A knock on the door brought me out of my work mode. It was a bit early for the laundry to be ready, so I opened the door with some caution.

When I did, the three women from the conference room entered in without a word, as well as one other woman that I had never met before.

“Mr. Jenkins-san,” the new woman said, bowing. “My name is Machiko Yoshuda. Mr. Sato deeply regrets providing you with an unsatisfactory selection this afternoon.”

“Unsatis… what?” I asked, looking at the three women in my room. They stood side by side, waiting patiently.

“Mr. Sato wishes to ask for your forgiveness and another opportunity to show that he is a proper host.”

“No, wait! I mean, yes, he is a very gracious host. I mean, he doesn’t have to,” I sputtered, completely shocked at what was beginning to dawn on me.

Machiko entered the room fully and stood over next to the other women. “I will ensure that you are not disappointed again.”

“Machiko, wait,” I said. “This isn’t nec-“

She said something in Japanese and the three women crossed to me and pulled off my robe, revealing my naked body. I tried to grab the robe but before I knew it, it was already in Machiko’s possession.

With six hands on me at once, I stood no chance. I was still aroused from earlier and hadn’t had a chance to come yet. I may have been shocked and surprised by what was happening, but my cock didn’t seem to care. It started to grow, rising between my legs.

Another short command from Machiko and one of the girls’ mouths was instantly on me. The other two began taking off their clothes, revealing flawless, perfect skin. The girl blowing me had taken me completely down her throat, opening her mouth to take me in easily and without any effort.

Machiko stood and watched the girls seduce me, like a supervisor watches trainee employees. I felt one girl move around behind me, rubbing my shoulders down my back to my ass. I felt her arms snake around to the front of my chest as she pressed herself against me. Her nipples scraped across my back and I felt her trimmed bush press up against my tailbone.

She pushed against me, keeping my body secure for the powerful pressure the girl blowing me was using. The third girl came up beside me, turned my face, and started kissing me deeply.

I was in sensory overload. I stood there, my legs slightly spread, being attacked by three of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen, and a fourth watching.

Unlike earlier, though, I wanted Machiko to watch. Suddenly I felt like I was putting on a show for her, wanted her to get turned on watching me.

She looked like she was all business, though. Another command, and the girl deep throating me looked up into my eyes. This was the same girl who had been sucking Hiro earlier, and she was very good. Having her lock eyes with me made it much, much more powerful.

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