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Author’s Note: This is an act of fiction. For those who like this type of fantasy/situation, please enjoy! For those who do not, I hope you find something on this vast site that DOES interest you. None of my stories, this one and any follow up chapters included, are intended to be what every member of the community are looking for. If you simply don’t like the scenario I have set up here, please move on and stroke to something you do like. Thank you!

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The night before our big night out, I met the 5 guys who were going to hopefully gangbang my wife at a local bar for a couple drinks. Even though they’d shared images of the forms I’d requested – proof of a vasectomy and of a clean STD test – I wanted to see them up close. I also wanted to meet the guys and make sure none of them were assholes and lay out some ground rules.

Basically, a reminder that while all of us guys wanted to have a good time, this was about my wife. There were no promises. While I’ve been trying to put the seed in her mind that she wanted this, we were surprising her and she may not consent. The guys all agreed that they weren’t trying to rape someone. If she said ‘no’ to any of this, they’d leave. They also agreed that if there was anything she didn’t want to do, they wouldn’t push the issue.

Thankfully, the guys all seemed pretty down to earth. We had a couple beers, told jokes, told stories from our sex lives and had a fun time. Each guy admitted to jerking off to the pic of my wife several times since starting this process and they really hoped tomorrow night would happen. I told them I did, too, and to make sure they all saved some cum for the real thing! I told them I’d text when we got to our room with the room number. They were to give us a little time to start on our own so she was good and horny, and to stagger their arrival so it wasn’t too intimidating at first. With that, we parted ways, all eagerly anticipating the next night.

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The next day – THE day – arrived. It was one of the longest, most excruciating days of my life. I tried to stay busy but nothing really helped pass the time. My wife could tell that I was antsy, but she just assumed it was excitement over a night out to celebrate my birthday.

Finally, it was time to head downtown. My wife dressed for the occasion for me. She wore a tight skirt showing off her long legs and a form fitting shirt that highlighted her flat stomach and showed just enough cleavage.

I was super horny, and flirted with my wife all night long. I gave her little smacks on her ass. While we sat at dinner I kept rubbing her thighs. She would push my hand down as I started moving it under her skirt, but each time she let me roam a little higher. At the bar later, I kept telling her how much I wanted to fuck her. I even joked that we could sneak into the bathroom for a quickee. She declined, as I expected, but I swear she considered it for a moment.

Around midnight, as I came out of the bathroom, I noticed a guy talking to my wife at the bar. As I got closer, I realized it was one of the guys I had lined up for tonight. This wasn’t part of the plan. I proceeded cautiously.

“Hi babe,” my wife said all bubbly as I walked up.

“Hey, man,” the guy chimed in. “Sorry, please don’t be mad. I didn’t see the ring on her finger when I came over, honest.”

“No worries,” I replied.

He stayed and talked for a few minutes. They were in the middle of a conversation when I got there so might as well let it finish. He started to walk away, but stopped short and turned back around.

“I’m sorry,” he started, “and this is going to be extremely forward. I think your wife is incredible looking and I’d really like to fuck her. Any chance you two would be interested in a third wheel?”

I looked at my wife. She didn’t refuse him right away. I even saw her bite her lip and give him a look up and down. But she finally thanked him for the compliment and said ‘no.’

I sat next to her and said, “Fuck, you’re so hot tonight, other guys are propositioning you right in front of me as if they know how slutty you are now!” I slid my hand up her thigh and she let me rub her pussy through her panties a few times. She let out a moan.

“Want me to go tell him we changed our minds?” I asked.

She breathed deeply and looked in his direction. “No, I’m your slut,” she winked. “But you remembered to pack the dildo, right?”

**********

Around 1 am, we decided to call it a night and headed to the hotel. On our way out, we passed the guy we had chatted with earlier. I stopped and quickly said something to him.

“What did you say to him?” my wife asked.

“Oh, nothing. Just said I hoped he was able to get laid tonight because I know I am.”

Once we got into the beşevler escort hotel room my wife headed to the bathroom. I took the minute she was gone to text the guys we had arrived. I told them the guy who came to the bar needed to arrive first and to give us about 20 minutes. My wife walked out of the bathroom in her naked glory. She walked to the bed and laid down.

“You and our dildo friend need to come join me. Now!”

I wasted no time. For one, my sexy wife was naked, slowly rubbing her pussy and I would never pass up the opportunity to fuck her. But also, I needed to get her desperately horny if I was going to pull this off.

I stripped immediately, grabbed the dildo and joined her in bed. I straddled her body while on my knees and presented my bobbing cock in front of her. She greedily sucked my member and I just watched as she rocked her head forward and back.

She perched herself on her forearms for leverage. I started to thrust forward a little, too, driving my cock a little deeper into her mouth. She had always used a gag reflex as a reason to not suck me, but I decided to test my luck here.

“That’s it slut, suck on my cock. Let’s see how much you can take.”

She looked up at me with somewhat pleading eyes, but she didn’t stop sucking. I pushed forward a little more and heard her gag a little, but still she didn’t stop.

“That’s it, take me in your mouth.”

I put my hand on the back of her head and laced my fingers through her hair. On the next bob, I pulled her forward a little. Again, she gagged a little. Again, she kept sucking. I couldn’t get her to open up for the whole length, but she took three quarters of it. Still holding her head, I quickened the pace of my thrusts. I could feel each thrust push into her throat and gag her a little, making her drool. She looked into my eyes the whole time, making it hotter.

Finally, I hit my breaking point. “Taste my cum, slut!”

Her eyes opened wider in surprise. I gripped her hair tighter, letting her know she wasn’t getting away from this.

“Here it comes, bitch. Swallow my cum!”

I shot into her mouth and I could feel her head jerk back in surprise, but I held her head so my cock remained in her mouth. I could see her throat move as she swallowed, and then again for the next shot that hit her tongue. I spurt a few more times and she ate it all.

“Thank you for swallowing, babe.”

“I guess it’s just what sluts do, right?” she replied. Then she added, “You’d better have more cum for me.”

“Oh, don’t you worry, we’re just getting started! There’s lots more coming your way.”

“Oh goodie!” she responded, having no idea just exactly what I meant.

I slid down her body and buried my face between her legs. She moaned as I began eating her out. I lapped hungrily at her soaking pussy, eventually concentrating on her clit.

“I need to be fucked, babe!” she exclaimed.

I smiled and then reached for the dildo.

“You want this stranger to stretch you?” I asked. She moaned.

“Say it.”

“I want to be fucked by a strange cock.”

I slid the dildo into her sopping cunt and she bucked on it. I slowly started fucking her with the toy.

“Whose cock is fucking you right now? Is it your husbands?”

“I don’t know who it is,” she responded with lust in her voice. “Some new cock. Some guy I’ve never met before.”

“Does that turn you on?” I asked. She didn’t respond, she just kept fucking the dildo.

“I asked you a question,” I pressed. “Does the thought of fucking a stranger in front of me turn you on?”

She looked me straight in the eye. “Yes,” she replied softly. I leaned down and kissed her. Just then there was a knock at the door. I broke our kiss and started to get up.

“You aren’t answering the door?” she half questioned and half stated.

“Well, it would be rude not to. I think they’ll get the hint,” I joked.

I got up and smiled at her, drinking in the sight before me. This was it, no turning back now. Either she went with this or the night and possibly more was over. Another knock snapped me out of it and I went to the door.

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“Who was it and what did they …” my wife started to ask and froze as she saw the stranger from the bar standing next to me. She started to reach for the sheets, suddenly remembering she was naked.

“Don’t,” I barked. “I think we both want to try this. Let this happen. Let him see you.”

“Take your time to get comfortable,” the stranger added. “I can wait.”

Her eyes looked at me questioningly as I climbed back onto the bed.

“I asked him to join us. We’ve had fun with the dildo, let’s try the real thing.”

I slipped büyükesat escort my fingers along her pussy, she was still soaking. She moaned, which I took as a good sign. I kissed her and she kissed back, another good sign.

“Fuck me,” she asked softly a moment later.

She closed her eyes and I positioned myself between her legs. I thrust forward and entered her.

I don’t think my wife had ever been wetter than she was right now. I easily slid deep inside of her, bottoming out as my pelvis pressed against her. I pulled back and quickly thrust into her again, as deep as I could go. I retreated, and as I pushed forward again she pushed forward to take me.

She felt amazing, and I knew we would both have an amazing orgasm if we kept this up. But this was not what the night was about. I had to push us forward.

“Open your eyes,” I whispered to her.

“I can’t,” she responded shyly.

“Our friend is enjoying what he sees. He likes seeing us. He likes seeing you. He’s hoping you’ll let him join. Open your eyes.”

My wife’s eyes opened. We both looked in our guest’s direction while I continued thrusting into her. It was obvious he was pitching a tent.

“He’s not going to make a move unless you ask him to. He will leave if you want and ask,” I told her. I could tell she was considering her options. Finally, she spoke.

“Take off your clothes.”

Without a word, our friend did as he was told. He stripped and his 8 inch cock sprung free. My wife gasped and my eyes opened wide. I pulled out of her and her eyes suddenly shot over to me with a “what the hell did you just do?” look.

“Let him touch you,” I suggested.

I backed away and he walked slowly toward the bed, almost as if he was trying not to scare a skittish deer. He knelt onto the bed, leaned forward and kissed my wife’s neck. She moaned softly and his right hand drifted onto her taut stomach, and then slid slowly up to her breast. I could see her tense at the touch of a strange man.

“Relax,” I told her. “Enjoy.”

She loosened slightly. As he kissed down her collar bone and then to her breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth, she gasped and moaned again. He slipped his hand down her body and she instinctively spread her legs as he reached her lower stomach. His fingers extended and slid into my wife’s wet pussy.

It was surreal watching another man pleasure my wife with his mouth and fingers. She was slowly humping herself into his palm and I watched as her hand slowly reached out and grasped his cock, stroking his member for the first time.

After a couple of minutes being pleasured by someone new, she seemed to need something familiar.

“I need my husband’s cock inside of me,” she stated.

“Hands and knees,” I responded.

She quickly complied and got into doggy style position. I entered her from behind. Christ, I loved this position! I smacked her ass while fucking her and she moaned deeply.

“Do you want another?” I asked.

“Yes!” she practically yelled. I spanked her again.

“Another?”

“Yes!” So I smacked her ass hard again, and she moaned louder.

“Another?”

“Yes!”

“I mean, do you want another cock?” I said this time.

“YES!” she yelled.

Our friend moved around the bed and kneeled before her. I pulled on my wife’s hair so that she was looking directly at him while I continued fucking her from behind.

“Suck him,” I told her. She opened her mouth and accepted half of his cock immediately. We were spit roasting my wife and fuck was it hot!

As if almost in a trance, I held onto my wife’s hips as I fucked her from behind. Her wet pussy felt amazing, as always, and normally I’d be staring at her ass screwing her like this. Instead, I watched the other cock sliding into her mouth. I slammed into her harder, pushing her forward onto the strange cock. My wife, who used to basically refuse to suck any cock at all, easily and happily accepted him into her mouth.

“Oh yeah, baby,” our guest moaned. “You suck so well. Suck my cock.”

He looked at me and saw the fascination on my face at the sight of my wife in this position.

“Your husband likes watching you suck another cock,” he added. “Be sure to put on a good show for him.”

She moaned in excitement. Each thrust of mine from behind pushed her forward onto his cock. Impressively, she kept her lips around his member and was taking more than half of his length. After a minute I could see a little drool drip from her mouth as she sucked him. I was so turned on I fucked her with full strokes, slamming my hips into her ass each time.

I had to reign in my excitement though. This alone was not the full reason I had set this evening çankaya escort up. I slowed my strokes and leaned over my wife’s back.

“Are you ready?” I asked. “Are you ready to have a stranger’s cock inside your pussy?”

Our friend didn’t seem to have any intent on giving her the option to just continue the blow job. He pulled his cock from her mouth with a little ‘pop’ sound and waited.

“Lie down,” I told her.

Slowly, she rolled over onto her back and spread her legs open. Her glory was fully exposed to another man for the first time since we had met.

“Are you ready, honey?” I asked.

She didn’t respond.

“He’ll leave if you don’t want to do this,” I assured her. “So just answer the question. Do you want him to fuck you?”

“Yes,” came the meek, barely audible reply.

Our new friend crawled around on the bed and positioned himself between my wife’s legs. She looked over at me and then reached between his legs to guide his cock to her opening like she had done for me so many times over the course of our relationship. He was in a pushup position above her body, arms extended so we could both still see her body. As soon as her felt her line him up, the man pushed forward. My wife was staring me in the eyes as her began to enter her. His full length slid in with one easy push given she was already opened up and soaking wet from the fucking I had just been giving her. As he bottomed out in her she closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure.

He pulled his hips back and then pushed forward again. This man wasn’t holding back. He used full strokes on every thrust at a controlled pace as he screwed my wife. I couldn’t stop watching. It was a live action porno staring my lovely wife right in front of me!

My wife is now lost in the lust of sex. She wraps her left leg around her new partner and he quickens his pace. A minute later he grabs her long leg and rests it on his shoulder. He is now slamming into my wife and she is loving it. I scan her taut body and watch her beautiful breasts swaying in every direction as the entire bed rocks.

I finally notice that I’ve been absentmindedly stroking myself slowly to the scene in front of me. I decide it’s time to remind my wife that there’s more than one lover involved with her incase she’s allowed herself to pretend there’s not.

“Does his cock feel good, baby?” I ask.

“Mmm hmm. So. Fucking. Good,” she moans between thrusts.

“Stroke me,” I tell her.

She reaches over and takes my rock hard cock in her hand. I also reach my hand over and start to play with her breasts.

After a couple more minutes, our friend has reached his point of no return.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum. Can I cum in your wife?”

“Yes,” I quickly answer.

My wife moans in response. He pushes deep inside of her and stays there.

“Oh, fuuuuuucccck,” he yells through gritted teeth. Another man is depositing his load inside of my wife. She is still gripping my cock but has stopped stroking it. When he finishes, he pulls out slowly, still semi-hard.

“I still need to cum,” I tell my wife.

“Lie down” is her response. I’m not surprised. Cowgirl is her favorite position. I do as I’m told and she climbs on top of me. She slides easily down my entire length. With the mix of her own juices and his cum inside of her, she’s never been so wet. She is fucking me as hard as she can. There is no mistake about it, right now the only goal is to bring us both to orgasm as quickly as possible.

“I can feel his cum inside of you,” I tell her, feeling a little dripping down my cock.

“Do you like it?” she asks.

“Yes,” I admit.

She moans loudly and places her hand under my back as if she’s trying to lift me up. After all our years of marriage, I know exactly what she wants. I grab her ass, sit up and take a nipple in my mouth. I squeeze her ass and suck her tit hard. This is her ultimate favorite, and most sure way to make her cum.

My wife is bouncing on my cock as fast and as hard as she can. I’ve started grabbing her hips and holding her down so that she doesn’t slide off because if she does, it’s going to HURT when she comes back down!

The earlier fucking, her stroking, the sight of her fucking another man, and now this! It’s finally all too much.

“You ready for a second load?”

“Uh huh,” is all the response she can muster as she pulls my head back to her breast. Cum explodes from my cock and I moan into her tit. My wife begins to squeal and I know she’s cumming, too. I fall back and she collapses on top of me as our orgasms start to subside.

“Thank you,” she whispers in my ear.

“Did you like that?” I ask.

“Yes. Did you?”

“I did,” I respond. “Do you want some more?”

“Yes,” she says shyly, almost a little embarrassed. “Do you want to see him fuck me again?”

“Him … others …” I respond.

She looks at me quizzically. There’s a knock at the door and I give her a sly smile.

“Hope you weren’t planning on sleeping any time soon.”

My wife rolled off of me and onto her side as I got up to go answer the door …

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My name is Madeline Jean-Christophe Bradshaw. I’m a plump White chick in her early fifties living in the city of Nepean, Province of Ontario. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, kind of curvy, with short blonde hair and pale green eyes. I worked as a Professor of Economics at the University of Ottawa for two decades and recently retired. My conservative husband Paul Bradshaw recently died so I’m free to explore my bisexuality at last. I’ve got the biggest ass you’ve ever seen on a White chick. A sixty-inch, heart-shaped White ass. I am a kinky bitch. And I love to fuck Black men ( and occasionally Black women ) in the ass with my thick strap-on dildo. You can say it’s sort of my fetish. Let’s explore this together, folks.

Right now, I’m fucking Anthony Mulenge in the ass. He’s a big and tall Black man from the Republic of Nigeria. He works as a Corrections Officer with the Ontario Ministry of Corrections. Anthony is married to a lovely Black lady named Miranda and they live in the suburb of Orleans. They have two daughters together. Anthony Mulenge seems like a respectable Black male professional. Yet he’s got a hidden fetish for bossy White women, which explains why he keeps coming back to me. I love the idea of dominating and even sexually enslaving Black guys and even Black chicks. So you could say that Anthony and I were made for each other.

I love sexually submissive Black guys like Anthony Mulenge. The big and tall Black guy from the Republic of Nigeria has a submissive streak the length of Lake Erie. I made him get naked and stroked his long and thick Black dick while fingering his asshole. Then I bend him over my knee and spanked him. I love spanking Black men. Anthony’s dick got really hard as I spanked his ass. When I started fingering his asshole again, he actually came. I smacked him for coming without permission and then told him I’d drill his ass with ankara olgun escort my strap-on dildo as punishment. Anthony actually grinned like a frigging clown.

Anthony squeals as I fuck him in the ass. It’s what he deserves for being a sexually submissive Black guy. I slam my dildo deep into Anthony’s asshole. I love fucking Black men in the ass. And lots of these supposedly macho Black guys love getting fucked by a bossy White woman with a strap-on dildo. It’s not something they discuss with their wives, girlfriends or buddies but you know it’s true. I’ve lost count of how many Black guy s contact me online for kinky fun. And I know how to satisfy them.

For decades I was married to a handsome albeit extremely conservative British-born African guy named Paul Bradshaw. He was a Theology student at the University of Ottawa when we first met. We got married, and had a son and daughter together. Our son Joshua is studying business at York University in the city of Toronto. Our daughter Megan is studying accounting at the University of Carleton in downtown Ottawa. We’ve done alright for ourselves. Unfortunately, my two decades spent living with Paul Bradshaw were the most sexually repressive of my life. I cared for him but now that he’s dead, I want to enjoy myself.

A big part of enjoying my newfound freedom and awakened sensuality is finding Black men whose asses I can ram with my strap-on dildo. And I am good at it. Just ask our friend Anthony Mulenge here. Actually, he’s kind of busy right now and can’t scream. Why is that, you may ask? Well, he’s been screaming a bit too much so I kind of had to gag him. Right now, he’s grumbling but can’t really scream. Even though I’m burying my twelve-inch strap-on dildo so far up his ass, it’s not even funny. I slam my dildo into Anthony’s ass, berating ankara ucuz escort and teasing him along the way.

After giving Anthony’s asshole a thorough fucking, I pull my dildo out of him. I look inside his now gaping asshole, pausing to admire my handiwork. I love to look inside a Black man’s gaping asshole after fucking him with my strap-on dildo. What kind of White dominatrix would I be if I didn’t enjoy this sort of thing? Yeah, that’s what I thought. I give Anthony Mulenge a few moments to recover, then I ordered him to kneel before me. I made the macho Nigerian-born Canadian law enforcement official suck my strap-on dildo after fucking his ass with it. Then I ordered him to suck my milky toes. And he did it happily. Afterwards he took a shower and left my house.

I took a shower and got ready for my next guest. I told you before that I am exploring my bisexuality. Well, I’ve always found both Black guys and Black women to be sexually attractive. Most of the Black chicks I meet think I’m a weirdo when I hit on them. That’s why I was really looking forward to my next meeting. I encountered Celestine Armando online and have been chatting with her for a while. She’s a tall, absolutely gorgeous young Black woman of African and Italian descent. She’s studying business at the University of Ottawa and she’s exploring her bisexuality these days. Well, I found that really cool. And the fact that she was into BDSM and looking to explore her submissive side was a definite plus.

Celestine Armando came to my house, looking sexy as hell. I invited her to my living room and we had a talk. I wanted to get to know her better. I found her intelligent, sassy and sexy. I simply love Black women. They’re uniquely strong, sensual and hot in a way that us White chicks can never be. I’m actually woman enough to acknowledge ankara yabancı escort that. Once we got all that out of the way, Celestine and I actually had a lot of fun together. This sexually submissive young Black woman was looking for a bossy mature White dominatrix and that’s exactly what I was for her.

I made Celestine get naked and admired her sexy body. The young Black woman was sexy as hell with her cute face, athletic body, sexy hips and big round ass. I got naked and she seemed to like what she saw. I’m not as young as I once was but I work out a lot and stay in shape. I’m fifty one years old, stand five feet eleven inches tall and weigh exactly two hundred and eight pounds. I think I look okay, if I do say so. And Celestine obviously thought so because she was eager to worship my mature yet sexy body. We ended up having a lot of fun together.

I ordered Celestine to get on her hands and knees and she did. I made her suck my pussy then lick my toes. The whole time I berated her. Then I bent her over my knee and spanked her. Celestine squealed as my heavy hands gave her sexy brown butt the spanking it deserved. I then fingered her asshole roughly while sliding a slim dildo into her pussy. I made my sexy Black slut scream. Then I took out my strap-on dildo and fucked her with it. Face down and ass up, that’s how I fucked my sexy Black female submissive. I spanked her ass and berated her endlessly while slamming my strap-on dildo into her cunt. Then I switched things up.

I laid Celestine on her back and raised her shapely legs in the air. I slid two fingers into her pussy to stimulate her. She moaned in pleasure. I slid my strap-on dildo into her asshole and the young Black slut began whistling a different tune. Laughing, I fucked her hard. I plunged the dildo deep into her asshole. I smacked her face, pinched her tits and spat on her. I wanted her to know who the boss was. I fucked her so roughly she cried. It turned me on so much that I came. After fucking her asshole with my strap-on dildo, I made her lick it. Then I told her to leave my house like the bitch she is. Later, she called me wanting more. I now have a sexy Black female submissive among my regular stable of sexually submissive Black studs. How cool is that?

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I am a pool slut.

I don’t mean the kind of pool you swim in, but the kind of pool associated with smooth felt, leather pockets, balls and cues — and the men usually attached to those cues.

You wouldn’t expect a girl raised in an affluent neighborhood to frequent seedy bars. I do, because I have been addicted to the game since my father, who I stayed with during holidays and summers, took me to his local pub when I was 14 years-old. He played, so I played. Within a year I had lost my virginity to a 22 year-old, good-looking, smart-ass pool jockey. The bastard dumped me after a couple of weeks, but I’ll always be grateful that he was as good at handling a woman as he was his cue. Thanks to him, my enjoyment of sex came as suddenly and forcefully as a hard, lashing break.

I have been in love with cues and dicks ever since, and especially when nicely combined. My experience shows that if a man knows how to use his cue with precision and finesse, shaping his shots, relying on confidence rather than arrogance, it doesn’t matter what he looks like, what clothes he wears, what tattoos or body adornments he sports, he’s usually good in bed. And if he’s not intimidated by an attractive woman who knows how to play a damn good game as well, then I’m happy to have him prove it to me. I may be the only woman in the world who can get wet from the way a man chalks his cue.

Yes, I’ve slept with a lot of men for no other reason. But last weekend I proved to myself that I am possibly the most hopeless pool slut of all time.

Lately I have been dating Mark, a lawyer with biker connections. He could easily make a living from the game if he wanted to. His performance on a pool table is calculated and exact, designed to warm up an unsuspecting victim and then finish them off without mercy. His performance on me, on my skin in particular, is similar. He can massé me into paradise as deftly as any lover I’ve ever had.

Our love life is a constant dare. Just as neither of us will back down at the pool table, neither of us will to back down when things get hot and heavy. Unlike anyone I’ve been with in the past, he actually enjoys having other men look at me lustfully. I love sexy outfits and he encourages me to wear them when we’re out together. I think he enjoys the power of knowing other men want to fuck me, but knowing I’m his to fuck. I like the power as well, of showing off and teasing, knowing Mark is going to want to rip my clothes off as soon as he gets me alone.

With this in mind, it is not hard to understand how I ended up as a passenger in Mark’s BMW on a sunny, spring Saturday morning, wearing a pair of Daisy Duke jean cut-offs, a loose tank top — and nothing else. He had the key to a friend’s cottage up the coast for the weekend. The property was so private, he said, that we could spend the whole time naked. Needless to say I had no objections to the invitation, nor to his request for my skimpy travelling attire.

My lack of clothing turned the normally boring ferry ride across the bay into 40 minutes of delightful torture. No sooner had Mark pulled the car to a stop in the darkness of the lower car deck, than his hand slid up my thigh and under my shorts. Already aroused by the weekend’s prospects, I gasped when his fingers slid inside me. Did I mention that skilled pool players usually have good hands? He played with me, from the time people left their cars, walking right past our side windows, until the ferry lurched to a stop. By then he had my shorts around my ankles, had lifted my tank top to toy with my nipples, had caressed, kissed, licked and flicked me to the edge of orgasm at least a dozen times. Each time I neared the peak he would stop, let me momentarily catch my breath while I cursed him, and tease me by telling me I had to save it. I warned him I was going to pay him back, which only made him laugh.

Half an hour later I was still a puddle of desire, even though my shorts were back in place. At first I objected when he suggested we stop at a roadside pub for a quick lunch.

“With what little I’m wearing I may as well go in naked,” I protested.

“C’mon Maddy. I’m hungry and I know you have to be,” he insisted with a grin. “Besides there’s no one here anyway. Whose going to see you, except me?”

The twinkle in Mark’s eye told me this had suddenly become a dare. I looked around. There was only a beat up, blue Dodge Ram in the parking lot.

“You never give up, do you?” I said with a smile, “Okay. Let’s go, you disgusting pervert.”

We decided to share a hamburger and fries. The old fellow behind the bar ogled me while he poured us a couple of pints of lager and then hurried into the kitchen. As we turned to find a place to sit, we were surprised to hear the familiar “clack” of balls colliding. Sure tandoğan escort enough, two guys were playing pool on an old Olhausen table, which, judging by the worn out track in the carpet around it, had been in the back corner of the pub since the place was built.

The guy who was waiting his turn, a tall, bearded, heavy-muscled fellow wearing a black John Deere hat, gave me a good look up and down and nudged his friend as we chose a table near them. We were giving them a good look too, because, by habit, we were already assessing their talent. By the time our food was served we knew they would be easy picking.

When Mark swallowed his last mouthful of greasy beef and bun he said, “Let’s play.”

“I knew it,” I said.

“Knew what?”

“Knew you were gonna suggest we take them on. And you probably like the idea that they are going to get a good look down my shirt while we kick their butts.”

“Down your shirt?”

“Fuck off you innocent bastard. You know this loose top won’t hide a thing when I lean over to shoot. And that doesn’t include the damn good view they’ll get of my ass and other unmentionables.”

“Come on Maddy. Just one game,” he insisted, grabbing my hand and his beer. “Let’s go make them an offer they can’t refuse. Just follow my lead.”

I have never been able to resist a game of pool. Besides, Mark deserved some payback for the ferry torture. The idea of showing myself off in this empty country bar, in front of these two men while Mark watched, was beginning to appeal to me. So I picked up my beer and let him tug me over there. Both guys were staring at my chest as we walked up. My nipples, on full alert, were jiggling against my droopy tank top.

“You guys up for a game?” Mark asked.

“Uh… yeah,” said the shorter, slimmer, mullet-haired man, still looking at me. He was wearing a Corona T-shirt. “Sure.”

“You want to put a little money on the table?” Mark asked.

Mr. Corona looked at Mr. Deere, shrugged and said, “Sure. What did you have in mind?”

“I’d say you guys put down twenty bucks each. If we win we get your 40 bills. If you win you get to fuck my pretty wife here.”

I’m not sure who was more shocked, me or our two intended marks. I started to speak but Mark cut me off.

“That’s right!” he insisted. “She likes pool player dick, any time, any where. And it’s fine with me as long as I get to watch. Only thing is, if you win, you’ve gotta fuck her right here, right by the pool table. In, out, in, out, bang, bang — before the bartender pulls you off and tosses you out. That’s how she likes it.”

Mr. Deere glanced down at my jean shorts and swallowed. I was trying to swallow too. Mr. Corona looked pissed off. “Hey man, don’t fuck around. Don’t say somethin’ you’re not willin’ to back up. If you’re yankin’ our chain… talkin’ shit…”

“Okay… ask her!” Mark said, cutting him off and turning to me. “Honey, can these two fine gentlemen fuck your hot little pussy, right here, if we lose? Huh? Will you let them?”

I could tell by Mark’s expression that he was daring me to say yes. He was playing a dangerous game, but there was no way we could lose to these guys in a million years. With a glance around the deserted pub I turned to our two victims, eyeballed their crotches, smiled and said, “I sure would. My pussy is getting all wet just thinking about it.”

“Damn! You and your little lady are on!” Mr. Deere blurted.

“And how about you?” Mark asked Mr. Corona.

“Twenty bucks, huh? Alright.” Mr. Corona said, his eyes narrowed. He nodded to Mr. Deere, then turned back to Mark. “But we get the break. Better rack ‘em up Slick, ‘cause my dick’s already gettin’ hard.”

“No problem,” Mark replied, quickly gathering the balls.

Jesus! I’d never had my body up for grabs over a game of pool. And I hadn’t lied. Thinking about it was turning me on. If we made a mistake these two country pool jockeys… no, it couldn’t happen. Relax, I told myself. It was no use. I could have taken my pulse by putting my finger on my clit, it was throbbing so hard.

Mr. Corona sank two low balls on the break, potted a third and then missed, leaving the cue ball in a crowd. He smiled at me and gave his crotch a squeeze. Mark narrowly missed an almost impossible shot, but managed to nicely break out a couple of our balls. Mr. Deere had nothing, missed, and then it was my turn.

“Hate to tell you guys, but she’s good,” Mark said matter-of-factly as I looked over my options.

“She’s good at a lot of things,” he added, catching a glare from me. I decided on a long cut to the end pocket and slowly and deliberately leaned over to line it up. My tank top drooped.

“Holy shit!” Mr. Deere couldn’t tunalı escort help himself. He was standing opposite me and had a clear view of my breasts. His beer stopped short of his lips. Mr. Corona stepped over to get a look.

“Not a bad set of fun bags eh?” said Mark. I hate him calling them that. My breasts are quite small, but they have a nice perky shape. I tried to maintain my concentration. “Watch how soft and jiggly they are when she shoots,” he added.

I shot. My breasts jiggled. The ball went in the end pocket. End of the first little peep show. Jesus! I felt hot between the legs. I was really getting aroused.

“Good shot,” Mr. Deere muttered.

“Thanks,” I replied, giving him a coy smile. Whew! My chest tightened when I saw the look of lust in his eyes.

“You trying to make me miss partner?” I asked Mark sarcastically, checking my choice of shots. Damn, not very good shape. I was definitely distracted. “Maybe you want us to lose huh?”

“Who me?” Mark mused. “No way. Just wanted to point out what a fine piece of tail these guys are going to get if they win.”

“Hah!” I decided on a bank to the side pocket. Our two victims were behind me now. Time for another little tease. I leaned over, arched my back and felt my jean shorts tighten. There wasn’t much left to the imagination.

“Sweet Mother of Jesus!” Mr. Deere again. I half expected to feel his hands grab me from behind. That thought sent another gush of warmth through me. At the very same moment something smooth slid up the inside of my thigh.

Sweet Mother of Jesus is right! I may as well have been touched by a branding iron. The shock caught me off guard. Tingles ran up my leg and into my groin, snatching my breath away, making me grunt in surprise. I put a hand on the table, took a gasp of air, then turned to see Mark grinning. He had stroked me with the shaft of his cue.

“Sorry Honey,” he said, holding a hand up in defence. “It’s just that you have such damn irresistible legs. I just want to give these guys a fighting chance.”

I glared at him momentarily. I was going to tell him to fuck off, but didn’t. Problem was, it felt nice, really nice, really damn naughty nice. Mr. Corona was still looking at my ass, his eyes as big as saucers. And then I noticed the rather obvious bulge in his pants beside his tightly gripped cue. Nice! All because of our naughty little act. I almost gave him an “oooh” of appreciation, but restrained myself. “It’s not going to work partner,” I muttered, turning to line up my shot.

I knew Mark would take my comment as a dare. Sure enough, the cue was back in an instant. The smooth rod started lower this time and pulled away just before it reached the frayed edge of my shorts in my crotch. Jesus! The ticklish nerves in my leg sent another fountain of electric sparks up my groin. I closed my eyes and lowered my head. He was making it impossible for me to play.

I vainly tried to line up my shot again. This time the cue slithered up my bare leg, rubbed gently on the inside of my thigh, then skipped to the other side. My belly filled up with warm pins and needles. My legs suddenly felt quivery weak. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. My muscles had stopped working because my ability to think was rapidly melting away. And then Mark bunted the end of the cue up against my pussy. He did it gently, but the nudge, right against my aching clit, lifted me onto my toes and made me chirp like a bird.

“Wha… the hell…” I gasped as my heels thumped back to the floor. I needed to tell Mark to stop or we were going to lose, but before I could speak the cue was stroking my thighs again and it felt so good I wanted him… I wanted him… oh God… I wanted him to nudge my pussy again!

Sure enough, the cue jerked up. Ohhhhh fuck! The blissful thud against my swollen lips and throbbing clit cut through me like a hot knife, making my fingers and toes curl with joy. And then, as if to beat me into submission, the cue began to thud up against me again and again. My head dropped to the table. Balls rolled helter skelter as my hands groped across the felt surface. Somewhere in the back of my reeling mind I realized that Mark had never intended us to win this game. Instead my wet and swollen pussy was being publicly spanked! With a pool cue! Bent over an old pool table that had hosted thousands of games! It suddenly seemed like the punishment I had always deserved, being the pool slut I am. I can’t tell you how aroused this thought made me as he gently beat all resistance out of me.

I barely felt the tug on the crotch of my jean shorts (I later discovered Mark had sliced it open with his knife) and then… oh God… fingers pried apart my pussy lips so türbanlı escort that the smoothness of the cue laid right against them. The shaft began to move against me, sliding lightly back and forth, gathering my wetness on the rod and… ohhhhh… I couldn’t help myself, I began to slide against it as well, riding it, moaning with shameless delight.

“I think she likes that,” Mark observed, his voice distant, but deeper, more urgent than before. “Maybe she’ll like this even better.”

A giant, deep-throated groan erupted from my throat as the smooth, rounded butt end of the wooden rod was suddenly shoved up against my pussy hole, rotating in the seeping slippery juice. At that moment I realized Mark was about to fuck me with the cue.

I can’t expect you to understand what this did to me. I was already hopelessly aroused by the thought that I deserved this public pool slut spanking. But suddenly, bent over this old table, with my face pressed against the smooth felt I love, I was transported into some otherworldly pool hall. In my mind the game that had defined everything erotic in my life, hell, the God of Pool himself, was about to fuck me. And the cue, pressed against my eager cunt, was his cock. I began to shake. What little control I had left fluttered away. Strained, urgent words croaked out of my mouth, “Unhhhh yesss… fuck me… please fuck me…”

And then he entered me… pushing inside, filling me, seeking the deepest parts of me. Slowly at first, the wooden shaft began to thrust in and out.

“Ohhh… ohhh… yesssss… shove it… up my… cunt!” I cried. I wanted that cue inside me, the whole fucking thing, even though I knew I couldn’t possibly take it all!

I’m sure Mr. Deere and Mr. Corona didn’t expect this bizarre performance when they came in for their mid-day game and beer. Whether by some signal from Mark, or just plain overpowering lust, they now got involved. Someone poked a cue inside my tank top and began teasing my nipples with the tip, flicking them back and forth, making them stiffen and tingle.

My hands, long forgetting the cue I had been holding, scrambled across the table looking for something to hang on to. More balls clacked as my fingers sent them flying. I managed to grab one in each hand and held on tightly as my body trembled with joy.

“Sure. Go ahead,” Mark muttered. Go ahead with what?

My jean shorts were yanked again. Fingers pried apart my ass cheeks. There was a spitting sound. Something warm and wet landed on my asshole, followed immediately by something small, round and hard.

“Unhhhhhhh… my… fucking… God…” I croaked as the cue tip corkscrewed inside me… an inch… two inches… making little fuck-thrusts as it went.

I was going to have an orgasm. A big, churning, meltdown one! One that had been building ever since the ferry… Christ, one that had been building since the first day I picked up a cue! The God of Pool was fucking my ass… my cunt… teasing my breasts and nipples… and oh Jesus there’s something… something… something rubbing my clit… breaking me, splitting me… gonna shatter me all over the table… gonna melt me into the pockets!

Everything inside me squelched tight. I was held… helpless and trapped… in the most exquisite vise I’d ever felt. I was going to break those cues in half… snap them off and keep them inside me! Oh yesss… I am… I am… I am… oh yes… my God… I am… a… pool…

“SLUT!” The word squealed out of my mouth like a dying confession. But even though my mind rocketed into nothingness and my harpooned body jerked and convulsed to the waves of orgasmic bliss, I did not die. I actually felt more perfectly alive at that moment than at any other in my life… insanely and deservedly taken by my Pool God.

I don’t have much memory of what followed. Mark said something about forfeiting the game. The cues were replaced by real cocks. I was lost in a fog of ecstasy, unable to move, so twenty men could have had their way with me if they had wanted. I do remember that one cock felt amazingly big, but in my mind they were all my Pool God, still fucking me. And I loved every second of it.

Eventually everyone was either satisfied or too spent to continue. I staggered off to the bathroom, leaving the three men adjusting their pants. They were laughing and joking as if their hockey team had just won a championship. Mr. Corona and Mr. Deere had apparently cashed in on their unexpectedly easy victory. When I came back Mark leaned over to me and asked if I had known which one was him. I laughed and told him the biggest one of course.

I was still weak-kneed when we said our goodbyes and headed for the car, with the cut crotch of my shorts flapping between my thighs. Behind the bar the old fellow was grinning from ear to ear. “Come back soon!” he said.

Somehow he seemed a little too happy. “No!” I said suddenly, turning to Mark. “Him too?”

“Believe it or not, he was the big one. Got a friggin’ horse dick hidden in there,” Mark whispered.

“Holy shit,” I muttered. They had all nailed the world’s most hopeless pool slut.

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It wasn’t really the thing I would do, or ever expected to do. However, now that I found myself in this situation, I could not imagine anything more exciting.

I looked at the time; it was nearly six in the evening. My friends’ train would come any minute, and as I stood outside the station, I could feel myself getting slightly wet. Technically, only one of them was my friend, I had no idea who the other two were, I only knew their names. James, Thomas, and my friend Harry.

Finally, the train arrived; I could see Harry and two strangers coming out of the gate. My clit was tingling with lust, and I gave Harry a quick hug, and the other two a handshake. It seemed a bit formal considering what was in the cards for later. We had planned it for a while, months actually. Having built up the sexual tension for so long, it was difficult to remain calm.

Together we stopped by the shop to buy drinks, before starting the short walk to my flat. Harry had a light smirk on his face as he talked to me; he seemed in a good mood. James and Thomas also appeared to be happy, so I got my hopes up.

As we got to my flat, we mixed up drinks and beer, and got our shoes off. As I took off my high heels, it occurred to me how much shorter I was than the men I had brought home. Oh well, not much I could do about that, I was known to be of the small type. I felt a bit shy in the little dress I was wearing, but I wanted to look nice for my guests. It was a black lace dress with an open back, and although my breasts were a bit squeezed together, it fit me pretty well. Underneath my dress, I had red lace knickers, bought new for the occasion. My red hair was tousled from a tight ponytail, to show off my slender back.

Getting out my nicest cocktail glasses for my drink, I was wondering if I should get drunk with strange men in my home, or if I should stay sober “just in case”. I decided to take it as it came, and follow their lead.

As we sat making small talk until eight o’clock, I could feel myself getting a bit impatient. Was I supposed to take the lead, make the first move? ulus escort Or one of them? I stared at Harry, trying to tell him with my eyes that I was tipsy and ready. I bit my lip and looked up at him. Harry must have got the hint, as he shuffled closer to me on the sofa.

He lifted me up onto his lap, my back to him, and started kissing my neck. James and Thomas didn’t seem to notice at first, until Harry gently undid the strap on the back of my neck. I could feel my nipples harden under the dress, not wearing a bra, they were visible to the others. Harry slowly pulled my dress down, exposing my breasts to the others. I had never had an intimate relationship with Harry until now; this was new territory for us all. I slowly stood up and let my dress tumble to the floor. Only in my knickers, I bit my lip again, slightly frustrated at this habit I have when excited. I can’t help but biting my lip, or even nibbling at mine or my partner’s fingers. I put my dress on a chair, and looked around as they were all staring at me.

I felt shy all of a sudden, and blushed. I had never done anything like this before, and it was intimidating and sexy all at the same time.

Feeling brave, I sat down on Harry’s lap, facing him, with my legs on either side of him on the sofa. My knickers were wet at this point, and my nipples could not get any harder. As he grabbed my breast, I sat up straighter to let him gently bite my nipple, as I had told him I like so much. I took his t-shirt off, and tentatively kissed him on the lips. I started rocking back and forth on his lap, before he abruptly moved me off and stood up.

Confused, I realised he was taking his jeans and boxers off, showing a hard-on like no other. He sat down on his knees in front of me, and removed my knickers. Pushing me down on the sofa, I became nervous. Harry put his head between my legs, and very gently licked my clit. He seemed to go down on me in a pattern, I couldn’t tell, just that it was an incredible turn-on.

I had closed my eyes in shyness, but yenimahalle escort as he pushed two fingers inside me, I gasped and opened them, only to realise Thomas and James were naked, masturbating at the sight of Harry and me. It was so hot, and I got closer to coming.

I wouldn’t usually come so quickly, but the build-up had been so long, and so slow, I could barely contain myself. As I started making quiet groaning sounds, Harry stopped what he was doing. He refused to let me come yet.

He picked me up from the sofa and carried me over to the living room wall, I panicked slightly at the thought of someone seeing us from outside the window, but that thought disappeared quickly as he pushed me against the wall and fucked me slowly. He was holding me securely in his strong arms, moving carefully in and out. I moaned again, he kissed me to make me quieten down.

I kissed him hard as I came, my entire body moving with the orgasm. Harry came after me, I could feel his warm cum fill me up, and it was dripping down my thighs as he pulled out.

I knew there was more to come. I smiled at James, who took a step forward. He nodded towards the big, wooden kitchen table, and I took his hint to lie down on my back on the table. James came over and looked me in the eyes, before putting his hard cock inside me. It started off slowly, but as James got more and more excited at how tight I was, he could not hold off. He fucked me fast, hard, furiously.

He pulled out just in time, and came all over my stomach and breasts. As he walked off, I wiped myself down with a towel, but there was no time for rest.

Thomas was more than ready. He waved me over to where he was sat on the sofa, hard as a rock. He stood up, and let me place myself on the sofa on my knees, leaning over the back of the sofa, facing the wall.

Thomas pulled my hair back tight and whispered in my ear, “You’re going to come so hard you won’t know what hit you”. I sighed in pleasure as he started on me, first slowly, and then picking up the pace. Bent forward as I was, his cock hit my g-spot, and it felt amazing. It didn’t take long before my thighs started to shiver, I was close to coming.

I reached down between my legs to play with my clit, I much preferred a clit orgasm over a g-spot one, but the very best was both at once. I barely touched myself before I came, my muscles contracting in the strongest climax I’ve ever experienced. I didn’t even think of Thomas, or what was going on, and I was loud. He came inside me whilst I was whimpering, my muscles squeezing his cock with each pulsation around it.

He pulled out, and moved away.

I was so exhausted, but Harry had recovered, and was not finished with me. Or rather, I was not finished with him. He took my hand and led me through to my bedroom. I had an enormous bed in a small room, almost going from one wall to the opposite. He lay down on it and pulled me along, I got the hint.

Gently teasing him, I stroked around his cock, and cupped his balls in my hands. I pressed a finger against that sensitive bit below his balls, that I know can make a man cum really quickly. I licked my lips and closed them, not too firmly, before pressing them down onto him, so that the pressure of opening my lips could be felt on his cock. I did this a few times, before going further down on him. I came off, and carefully licked beneath the head of his dick, listening to him groaning in frustration and enjoyment all at once.

I licked the insides of my hands and placed them around him, moving them in a loose twisting motion whilst letting my mouth go up and down. I could feel Harry tensing in my hand, and I took him all in, deep throating his perfectly sized cock. I came off, pushed down with my lips and all the way down until I nuzzled my nose into his skin. And repeat. It did not take more than a few minutes before I could feel him fucking my mouth, getting excited. I let him, and not long after, I could feel the warm liquid in my throat, swallowing as much as I could.

As I removed myself from him, we collapsed in a bundle on the bed, both too tired to speak. We had forgotten about Thomas and James, who were now sat naked in the living room, drinking again. I put on some new knickers, and we went to join them. As we sat down, I wondered… What would happen later in the night, if that was the start of it.

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Sometimes I think I live for Friday’s nights. It’s the one night of the week that anything goes. On Friday nights I eat pizza and drink beer while I search the bars, cocktail lounges, night clubs, and strip joints hunting for hot horny available women.

As I drove into the parking lot, of the apartment complex’s that I live in. I was beginning to make my mental plans for tonight’s adventures. I was already starting to fantasize about all the wild, sex starved women that I was going to pick up and sexually satisfy tonight.

As I got out of my jeep I heard someone yelling,” Hey Meat, come here over here buddy, I want to talk to you!”

I looked around to see who was calling me. When I saw who it was I moaned and said to myself, “Oh shit it’s that freaking weirdo Wally Wilson.”

I’ve known this guy all my life. But there’s something odd about him. I can’t quite put my finger on what it’s. But this guy is strange!

He’s always been friendly and he acts like he’s my best buddy. Maybe he’s just trying to hard. I really don’t know what it is about him. He just gives me the freaking creeps.

Some of the guys in the neighborhood joke about him and call him Tiny. But that’s a private inside joke that I don’t understand.

However, Wally is anything but tiny. He’s almost as tall as I am and I’m six two and I weigh close to two hundred and twenty pounds.

The difference is Wally weighs around three hundred pounds, and it’s all soft blubber fat.

Wally looks like a king sized Pillsbury dough boy with his milky white skin, and his soft, fat, flabby body.

All I really know about Wally is that he’s my friend and he’s not cheap, plus he’s some kind of computer genius.

Wally was sitting on a bench with his current girl friend Jane. I’ve never met her, but I’ve seen her around the neighborhood. I’ve always thought she was a lesbian, because of the way she dresses. She’s wears loose fitting manly looking clothes.

So I was kind of surprised when I saw her and Wally hanging out together.

As I approach them, I could see Jane clearly for the first time. She’s a small thin girl with mousy light brown hair, that she wears in long braids that are tied together at the ends with thin rawhide stripes.

Jane has pale white skin, watery blue eyes, with a lot of freckles across her thin nose and cheeks. She also has a wide mouth with thin lips and a pointed chin.

She had on a white blouse that looked like it was two sizes too big for her, a pair of tan slacks that looked like they would fall off her, if she stood up, or moved too quickly, with an old pair of dirty white sneakers on her feet.

As far as I could tell, she was as flat as a board. She looked completely sexless. If I were to rate her sex appeal on a scale from one to ten, she’d be a minus two.

As I neared them I could see that Jane was nervously chewing on the end of one of those rawhide stripes that held her braids together.

As I got closer to them Wally bellowed out, “Hey Meat, you wanna get laid tonight?”

I immediately thought to myself, I hate being called Meat. I’ve been called that since my first gym class in middle school. If I was a black guy, my cock would only be a little larger than average!

No matter how much I beg my friends to stop calling me that. They just laugh and keep breaking my balls about the size of my one eyed monster.

Then it hit me, “what the hell did he say. Did he really ask me, if I wanted to get laid?” Oh My God, I thought did he actually say those wonderful magical words to me? Those beautiful word, those lovely words, those words that sound just like music to my horny perverted ears?

“Do you wanna get laid?” I asked myself again! Is that what, that freaking weirdo asked me?

I looked at him like I was in a state of shock and asked,” huh, what did you say Wally?”

“Yeah Meat my cousin Rosemarie thinks you’re a hunk. You wanna get fixed up her?”

Holy Shit I thought to myself Rosemarie Esposito is the most beautiful girl in the neighborhood.

She’s kind of tall and a little on the chubby side. But she still has a great body; nice big boobs, and a fabulous ass.

She has long jet black hair that goes haft way down her back. She has dark olive skin, big beautiful, dark brown, bedroom eyes, and soft looking rosy red full lips.

In all honesty I’ve always had a secret crush on her. Because of her good looks and great body; I’ve always thought that she was way out of my league.

I hate to admit it, but I have this problem with girls that I really like. I get so nerves and shy around them, that I start stuttering, and I make a complete asshole out of myself.

Then Wally bellowed,” Rosemarie’s ex-boyfriend humped her and dumped her.”

Wally made a gesture with his index finger like he was pushing her over. Then he leaned forward a little bit and put the backs of his hands together and spread them apart like he was parting her thighs.

Then he said in a loud excited voice with a big mischievous rus escort grin on his round face” Meat, you know my cousin’s got round heels and peanut butter thighs. I bet she’d give you a piece of ass, just to spite that old prick. Well buddy do you wanna get fixed up with her?”

“Hell yeah, “I replied.

Jane was just sitting there gnawing on the end of one of those the raw hide strips glaring at Wally; while he was making his rude comments, and hand gestures about Rosemarie.

Then she blurted out angrily, “Meat my name is Janie and your big fat asshole buddy didn’t bother to introduce us.”

Janie turned her head towards Wally and gave him, one of those looks, that if looks could kill. Wally would have been dead!

Then she yelled angrily, “Wally you fat fucking little prick. That’s no way to talk about your cousin, and my best friend!”

Janie glared in my direction, as she said loudly and sternly, “Meat Rosemarie is really a nice girl.”

Then her voice soften up a little bit as she said,” Rosemarie was hurt badly by this old bastard, that took advantage of her good nature, and kind heart. Just to have sex with her!

For some reason or other Rosemarie thinks you’re cute and sexy.” Then Janie gave Wally another dirty look as she said,” And this fat little prick, says you’re a good guy too.”

Wally was holding his hand over his heart looking up at the sky sarcastically praying,” Oh my Dear God; the horrible things this young woman, the love of my life, says about me, her harsh words hurt me deeply.

Oh Meat, she just doesn’t care how much she hurts me. But what can I do? I love her!”

Janie looked at Wally, and started giggling as she called him a fat asshole.

Then Janie looked at me and said softly,” Meat I think it would be good for Rosemarie to get out and have some fun. But I wouldn’t plan on getting into her pants tonight, if I were you!”

I just looked at her and said meekly, “I’m not married Janie, and I’d really like to get fixed up with Rosemarie.”

Then we made plans to go to Tony’s Pizza Palace.

As soon as I pulled up in front of Rosemarie’s apartment building. She came hurrying out the front door.

Rosemarie looked awesome. She was wearing a black sweater, over a low cut pink tee shirt that showed off her cleavage and a pair of tight blue jeans that nicely hugged her hips, thighs, and her shapely butt, and she had a pair of white tennis shoes on her feet.

As she got in the car she said,” Hi Meat I’m Rosemarie. I’m sorry, but I’m not in a very good mood tonight.”

I could see that she was wearing a lot of make up around her mouth; trying to cover up some pimples.

I looked at her, and stuttered as I tied to say,” It’s nice to meet you.”

Rosemarie looked surprised as she said,” I didn’t know you stuttered.” Then she asked.” Where are we going to meet Janie and my cousin?

“At Tony’s” I mumbled, after that we didn’t say another word to each other.

Tony’s Pizza Palace is the most popular pizza place around New Haven,CT. and it’s always crowded.

He has large pictures of Italy painted on the walls, and those old fashion red and white checkered table clothes on all the tables. He also has old wine bottles on the table tops with tall white candles burning in them.

Tony has this big old fashion jukebox that’s full of classis rock and roll music from the late fifties and early sixties.

Needless to say, Tony makes the best pizza in town, and he has ice cold Budweiser beer on tap that he serves in chilled frosted mugs.

Rosemarie and I spotted Janie and Wally sitting in the far corner booth. We hurried across the room and got in the booth oppose them. Rosemarie was facing Janie, and I was sitting across from Wally.

I was aware of Rosemarie sitting next me. Our hips and thighs were barely touching, but I could feel the heat from her body against the side of my leg, and I could smell the sweet scent of her perfume.

Rosemarie and Jane leaned across the table towards each other, and they started whispering to each other.

Rosemarie was teary eyed and sobbing as Janie patted her hand trying to comfort her.

My date with Rosemarie was going down the drain so fast. I could almost hear the toilet bowl flushing.

We ordered a couple of mugs of Budweiser and a bottle of white wine for the girls.

Then Wally and I started bullshitting about the Giants, movies, and video games.

The place was crowded, so they couldn’t take our order for a while. But they did manage to keep the ice cold mugs of beer, and bottles of wine coming.

Rosemarie was sobbing and telling Janie how this old prick gave her a big line of bullshit about being divorced. Rosemarie believed him and went out with him a few times. Then she saw him in the Milford Post Mall, with his wife and kids.

I couldn’t help it. I felt sorry for her. I hate to see anybody being used and taken advantage of.

However,I also couldn’t help sıhhiye escort thinking to myself. Rosemarie is either very stupid or very naïve! Then I figured maybe she’s just a little bit of both.

Anyway I was disappointed! I really wanted to get to know Rosemarie and what can I say? “I’d die to have her for a girlfriend, and oh my God, what I wouldn’t do, to get into her pants.”

Wally’s a critic with a sarcastic sense of humor.

Wally and I were just sitting there drinking our beer, while Janie tried to console Rosemarie.

Wally looked at me, then at Rosemarie and Janie, and nodded his head, as if to say, ” Oh well.”

Then he started criticizing everyone and everything. I hadn’t eaten all day, so I was starting to get a little buzz on. Consequently, I thought all of Wally’s outrageous remarks were absolutely hilarious.

Wally played this old song on the jukebox, “Rocking Robin.” The lyrics went something like this, “Rocking Robin out bops the buzzard and the oriole, and he hops and bops in the tree tops all day long.”

Wally slid his hand under table, and gave me a wink, as he nodded his head towards Janie, to let me know he was feeling her up, under the table.

Wally looked over at his cousin and grinned as he said boisterously, “Rosemarie did you know that Meat got the biggest cock in town?”

Then he loudly sang out,” Meat can out fuck, the buzzard and the oriole.”

I groaned, mumbled, and turned a bright red. Rosemarie just gave him discussed look and ignored him.

Janie gave him another dirty look, but she didn’t more his hand from under the table. Instead she looked at me and said, “Meat your buddy is a rude, crude, inconsiderate, obnoxious asshole.”

I laughed out loud, and nodded my head up and down in agreement with her.

Then I thought to myself, “This skinny bitch hasn’t had a decent word to say about Wally since I’ve meet her! Maybe it was all the beer I was drinking. But I thought to myself someone ought to teach this bony board a lesson.

Then I got another sickening thought. Christ I’m starting to feel sorry for Wally the weirdo.

After we ate Wally invited us to his apartment.

Rosemarie looked at me and said,” Meat you go over to Wally’s and have some fun with them. But please take me home first. I’ve gotten my period, and I have terrible cramps, and I’m in a bitchy mood. I’m sorry we didn’t have more fun tonight. Maybe we can go out again some time, if you want.”

As we crawled out of the booth Janie and Wally looked at each other and smiled. Then Janie looked me over, letting her eyes linger on my crotch for a second.

Then she looked at Wally raised her eye brows and gave him a devilish knowing grin as she said to me, “Meat come on over and hang out with us, maybe we can have some adult fun tonight!”

“Okay,” I replied. I didn’t have anything better to do.

As I pulled up in front of Rosemarie house, she turned towards me to give me a little good night peck on the cheek. When I seen her move. I instinctively turned my head towards her. Our lips accidently brushed against each others. But we held our mouths together for a second.

The feel of her soft full lips against mine, made my heart jump, and my cock twitch. The tips of our tongues instinctively started to enter into each others mouths.

When I felt the tip of her tongue touching mine; I took my hand off the steering wheel, and I reached over for her.

Before I could touch her, she quickly pulled her soft warm mouth away from mine and said, “Maybe another time Meat, I’m sorry. I can’t. I just can’t!”

Then she quickly opened the car door, got out, and closed it. Then she turned and hurried up the sidewalk towards her apartment building.

My heart was sinking as I watched her beautiful shapely butt swaying from side to side as she ran up the sidewalk.

When I knocked on Wally’s door he called out, “C’mon in Meat were in my room.”

His apartment was in total darkness. But I live on the third floor, and all the apartments are the same. So I knew where I was going in the darkness. As I walked through the apartment, I could see an eerie red glow coming from under the door of the back bedroom.

As I opened the door and walked into Wally’s bedroom; I saw a red lava lamp on the dresser that gave the room a dim, erotic red glow. As my eyes adjusted to faint light, I looked around the room.

Then I saw Wally and Janie lying on the bed. By the side of the bed was a huge wooden chair that reminded me of “The Electric Chair,” it had restrains on the arm rests and around the bottoms of the front legs!

“What the fuck is this?” I wondered,

Wally was lying on his side facing Janie. She was lying on her back in the middle of the bed with her thin legs slightly spread. I could see that her blouse was unbuttoned, and her slacks were opened and unzipped. I could clearly see that Wally had his huge hand inside her slacks and under her powder sincan escort blue cotton panties.

I could also see that Wally’s pants were undone, and his zipper was pulled down. I could see that Janie had her little hand inside his underwear.

They were obviously playing with each others private parts.

I was stunned and surprised by this sight. So I asked,” Am I interrupting you two?”

Janie’s eyes were closed, and she was breathing heavily through her slightly opened mouth, as Wally continued to play with her.

Wally pulled his hand out of Janie’s panties and patted the bed beside her and said, “Meat come here and make your self comfortable Buddy. You’re not interrupting us.”

I was dumbfounded, as I stood there staring at them!

Then Janie partially opened her eyes as she said in a soft husky voice, “It’s alright Meat take your shoes off, and come over here and join us.” Then she patted the bed beside her.

I don’t know where I got the courage, I guess it was from all the beer I was drinking. But I kicked off my shoes, and flopped down beside her.

I watched Wally slip his ham sized hand back under Janie’s light blue panties and move his big paw down between her legs. I knew he stuck his fat finger in her.

Because Janie gasped passionately “Oh God Wally that feels sooo good” as she arched her up hips, pushing Wally’s thick finger deeper into her.

Then she looked over at me with her lust filled eyes and whispered,” Meat I’m sooo fucking horny. I can’t stand it.”

Then Wally pulled his enormous hand out of Janie’s panties and stuck his huge wet middle finger in my face as he asked, “Meat you wanna smell her cunt? Do you wanna taste it? Man she’s sooo fucking wet and ready for your cock!”

I looked at him strangely! But before I could say anything he stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked on it, and said,” Oh man she tastes sooo good.”

Janie rolled her head towards me and looked at me with her passion filled eyes and said, “He’s so gross.”

“Meat do you wanna see her nice little titties, “Wally asked. Then he slowly pulled Jane’s blouse to the sides revealing her little boobs. She had small breast, with gumdrop sized pink nipples.

Then Wally took my hand and placed it on Jane’s warm little tit, as he said in a low husky voice,” it feels good doesn’t it? Squeeze it Meat, pinch her nipple, she loves that. Kiss her titties, put your hand in her panties, and stick your finger into her hot wet twat.”

Janie was just laying there looking up at Wally with her lust filled eyes. Then she glanced over at me with a dreamy look in her eyes, and said,” It’s okay Meat, I love having a real man’s hands on me. Now kiss me!”

Then Wally looked at me with serious look on his face and asked in a low voice, “Meat, Please do me a favor? I want you to fuck Janie, for me!

Meat, Janie’s a passionate young woman, and she needs to have a man’s hard cock in her! I can’t give her, what she needs! I wish I could, but I just can’t!”

I was shocked as I asked “Wally, what the fuck are you talking about?

Janie answered for him, “Meat he’s too freaking fat and his penis is sooo small, he can’t get it into me!”

She covered my hand with hers, closed her eyes, rolled her head to the side and opened her mouth, and whispered, “Kiss me.”

As our lips touched she darted her tongue into my mouth, and our tongues started dancing around in each others mouths, first in hers, then in mine.

Wally took her little hand and placed it over my cock.

When Janie felt my errection, she unconsciously jerked her hips up and squeezed my penis tightly, as we continued kissed.

Then Wally started screeching in a loud high pitched excited voice, “That’s it; Kiss her, feel her up, suck on her titties, put your hand inside her panties, feel her hot wet box. Stick your big finger in her.

I want you to fuck her Meat she needs it, sooo bad. Please Meat, I want to see the look on her face, as you shove you big dick into her.”

The next thing I knew Janie was pulling her mouth away from mine and yelling excitedly back at Wally, “get in your fucking chair, you fat wimpy useless bastard! What the hell, do you want? You wanna see your big freaking buddy fuck me! Is that what you want? You fat asshole.”

“Holy Shit,” I thought to myself, “Now what the hell, did I get myself into?”

Wally nodded his head up and down, as he rolled over, and sat up. Then he put his feet on the floor.

As Wally stood up his pants slipped down around his ankles. Then he meekly shuffled over to that big wooden chair, and sat down.

As Janie rolled over and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and stood up. Her baggy tan slacks slide off her slender hips and fell down around her ankles.

She got a wild crazed expression on her face and angrily kicked her slacks off her feet. Then she pulled off her blouse, and dropped it on the floor.

She stood there for a second letting me get a good look at her, in her loose fitting light blue cotton panties.

For a small thin girl, she was perfectly proportioned, with perky little boobs, topped with stiff gumdrop sized pink nipples, a narrow waist, nice thin legs, with a cute little heat shaped butt.

Then she looked at me and yelled, “Take off your fucking clothes, you big muscle bound baboon!

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When I met Julie in college, I never imagined that she would fall as hard for me as I had fallen for her. Julie’s enthusiasm for life infected everyone around her, and I counted myself lucky to be in her close circle of friends during our first few years of college. During that time, it was all I could do to hide my undying crush on her. It didn’t help that she was gorgeous: a tall, slender brunette with a knock-out set of curves and a beautiful, vibrant face. When my yearning for her finally won out over my better judgment one night in her dorm room junior year, I was shocked to find her lips welcoming me. I took myself to be a reasonably attractive, well-built guy, but I was convinced that Julie was out of my league. That night, however, was the beginning of a steamy, college romance.

After graduating last year, we ended up getting jobs in different cities: me in Boston, Julie in DC. With the bad economy, we decided that we had better just take the jobs and keep up a long distance relationship until we could find new work in the same city. Needless to say, living hundreds of miles apart was tough. We did the best we could to save up the cash to visit each other as often as possible. It had been a month since she came up to Boston, and this weekend was my turn to fly down to DC. It was a long, holiday weekend, and I was thrilled to have three straight days with Julie.

As the plane rocketed off the tarmac at Logan Airport, my chest pounded with exhilaration. The only benefit, and I mean the only one, of a long-distance relationship was that these weekend trysts were always HOT. In the beginning, we would rarely make plans with other people, knowing that we would inevitably end up locking ourselves in the bedroom to release a month’s worth of pent-up sexual desire. This was always an uncomfortable situation, however, for Julie’s roommate, Lily. Lily had been Julie’s closest high school friend. She was a cute Hawaiian girl with a tight, athletic build. The three of us always got along, but on several occasions we had woken her up in the morning to the sound of the slamming headboard. We knew that she must have felt awkward staying around the apartment during the day while we continued our weekend marathon. Lily mentioned this to Julie a while back, so lately we had been making a point to emerge from the bedroom more often during our weekends so that Lily wouldn’t feel so isolated.

Still, our minds were always on sex the whole weekend long, and Lily was always on the other side of the wall to hear us speak our minds. And she didn’t have to leave much to her imagination! After the weekend would be over, Julie would always gossip all the details to Lily—new things we had tried, the little surprises I had been spending a month dreaming up, and whether the latest tips Julie and Lily had read in Cosmo turned out to as effective as they claimed to be. The best of friends for years now, Julie and Lily probably knew more about the details of each other’s sexual exploits better than all of their past boyfriends put together.

When Julie first let slip to me that she had been sharing all of the delectable details of our love life with Lily, she assumed that I would be upset. But as she went on—as a result of my prodding—to recount their conversations to me, I couldn’t help but think that this was hot! The very idea of Julie describing all those steamy details to Lily’s expectant ears, the two of them conjuring up images of my body as a sheer instrument of pleasure, Lily living out her fantasies vicariously through Julie’s sexed-up body—the mere thought of their conversation made the ecstasy of that one weekend reverberate throughout the month that I would have to wait until the next one came around. Once Julie realized what a fantasy this was for me, she would recount the conversations to me after each weekend in full detail—the way she described things, the way Lily squirmed and trembled at the thought of them, and so on. The sound of Julie’s soft voice tickling my ear with these images was enough to make me lose it right then during our phone call.

The echoes of last month’s conversation rang in my mind as the plane soared towards DC. I couldn’t wait to enact what Julie would be describing to Lily three days from now. Ever since Julie had started telling me about these conversations, sex had become for us like a grand performance—each weekend, we would dream up new and exciting ways to pleasure each other, knowing that come Monday the curtain would be lifted, and Lily would become the adoring audience of our latest revue. I didn’t know what Julie had in mind for this weekend, but my blood rushed with anticipation as I felt the wheels touch down at National Airport in DC.

Julie was waiting for me just outside the security gates as I emerged from the rotating glass doors of the terminal. She didn’t see me immediately, and I took that chance to impress her on my mind in the present, where up to this moment she had dwelled with me in memory. mamak escort She was beautiful. Her shoulder-length brunette hair fell effortlessly around her face, tucked behind an ear on one side, loosely hanging in front of one her rich brown eyes on the other. It was clear that she had come straight for work to meet me, as she wore a casual brown business skirt and a white blouse. Even in her work clothes, the shapes of her tight but curvy body screamed out from her slender figure. The skirt hugged her firm, round ass before trailing off down the smooth lines of her legs. The blouse, clearly unbuttoned a little lower since she left work, clung to her torso, giving her breasts that same look that they had when bare: refusing to be contained, roundly thrusting themselves out over her flat but tender stomach. I took in the lines and curves of her familiar but breathtaking figure as I took each longing step toward her.

With the next step she caught sight of me and, sweeping the dangling hair away from her face, cast me a beaming smile that nearly stopped me in my tracks. The excitement kept pressing me forward nonetheless, and in moments I felt her arms clinging around my neck, her breasts pressed against me. I dropped my bags, lifted her up by her waist, and pressed her warm belly tight against me. As I set her down, we locked in a kiss, both our lips trembling from what we hoped was ahead of us.

On the train to her apartment, we did our best to distract ourselves with talk about weekend plans. My college roommate, Steve, had recently moved to DC, so we had agreed to meet up with him at a bar that night. We would invite Lily to come along so that she wouldn’t feel abandoned when we locked ourselves up in the room for the rest of the night.

By the time we arrived at Julie’s apartment, it was nearly time to leave for the bar. We rushed into the apartment as quickly as possible so that we would have enough time to “relax” a little before having to spend the rest of the evening in public. As Julie pushed open the door, I noticed that Lily was home. Having to make small talk with her was just one more obstacle to the bedroom, but I was always happy to see Lily. She was a cool girl, and irresistibly cute. Growing up in Hawaii before moving to the mainland for high school, she had cultivated that tight, little surfer body. When we entered the apartment she was reclined on the couch wearing a little tank top and these tiny, tight shorts that hugged her round hips. With her bare feet planted on the couch, legs bent, and a Cosmo resting on her knees, the first thing I saw of her was her cute little ass barely contained by her shorts.

When she heard us come in, Lily set the magazine aside and stood up. Tucking her fingers into the waistband of her shorts, and bunching her shoulders up as she greeted us, it was obvious from the bounce of her chest that she wasn’t wearing a bra under that tank top. Her long, wavy black hair was tossed over her right shoulder, and she threw me a cute little smile when she saw me. This was the face I imagined every month quivering with excitement as she ate up all the juicy details from Julie’s stories. Julie set her keys on the counter, and Lily came over to give me a friendly hug. She was shorter than Julie, and compared with Julie’s tall, voluptuous body that could hold its own in the bedroom, I imagined Lily must have enjoyed the way her past boyfriends could toss her around the bed like a little toy. Still, Lily had a sporty physique, so I’m sure she could put quite a grip on a guy when she felt like it. I felt this grip as she pressed her arms around me. I gave her a little squeeze, said how nice it was to see her, and turned to bring my stuff to Julie’s bedroom.

“We’re going to get dressed for the bar,” announced Julie, “Are you still up for coming along?”

“You said this guy Steve is pretty cute, huh?” asked Lily, “Who am I kidding? I haven’t had a guy in months now! Of course I’m in.”

Julie chuckled as Lily pranced off to her bedroom to get changed. Julie followed her down the hall and met me in her own bedroom. She darted into the room, and immediately shut the door behind her. Before I could even walk across the room to meet her, she popped open the remaining buttons on her blouse and unzipped the back of her skirt, dropping it to the floor. I grabbed hold of her, feeling the heat of her body through my clothes. She pulled my face to hers and thrust her tongue into my mouth. She was hornier than ever! I could tell she needed some satisfaction and quick. She pulled me onto the bed and pushed my face down towards her hips. I took my tongue to her soft stomach, licking around her belly button and sucking on the ridges of her pelvis. I pressed my thumbs up under the little straps of her blue, silk bikini briefs and pulled them down over her hips, past her knees and onto the floor next to the bed. I lifted her legs from under her knees, and they ofise gelen escort melted apart readily. I kissed my way down her thighs to her awaiting pussy. Spreading her lips with my fingers, I extended my tongue to her clit, tickling it ever so lightly as she gasped and begged for more. Flattening my tongue to cover the whole area with broad strokes, I patiently lapped up her juices as she whimpered with delight. Pushing my tongue deeper, I felt her legs start to shake in my hands. Following her responses, I reintroduced each part of her pussy to the tongue it had been craving for the past month. As I wiggled her throbbing clit rapidly with the tip of my tongue, her hips thrust upward and she burst forth with a yelp that I knew Lily would hear next door. The yelps continued with each breath until the orgasm subsided. I teased her just a bit longer to bring her down until she took hold of my head and pulled me up alongside her. Gratitude shone from her face, and she pressed her lips against mine.

I placed my hand on one of Julie’s breasts and started to caress it gently, hoping we still had time for a full-on romp before the bar. I loved the firmness of her breasts, and I could feel her hard nipple pressing through her bra. Her breasts were just barely contained by the blue, silk bra she was wearing. She was always just a little too big for a C cup, but not quite a full D, so she would buy D cups for comfort and C cups for her sexier bras. And she was damned sexy as she laid there with her chest still heaving with excitement, her breasts aching to be liberated. Julie reached down to my crotch and felt that my erection was rock hard. She gripped it tightly and with a look of disappointment in her eyes said, “If we don’t go now, Steve might get upset that we’re late, and I don’t want to put him in a bad mood for Lily. Don’t you worry, I promise we’ll take care of ‘him’ later.” Julie liked to personify my cock, talking to ‘him’ and making ‘his’ needs a priority. Lily knew about this little detail, too, of course, and she thought it was adorable.

The grip of Julie’s hand around my cock made it ache for more, but I knew whatever she had in mind was worth the wait. I smiled, kissed her once between her breasts and then on the lips, and we proceeded to get ready for the bar. Julie slipped into a casual, gray, knee-length skirt and a pink, low-cut, sleeveless top. I changed into some khakis and a button-down, and we went to meet up with Lily in the living room.

Lily was bending over to slip on her shoes as we walked into the room, and I could see her breast hanging, nearly exposed in her low-cut, little black dress. Julie noticed this too, and shot me a little smirk. Julie knew she had me wrapped around her finger. Far from being upset when I noticed other women, she would amuse herself by seeing what attracted my attention. Lily was the opposite: she was never quite confident around guys, even with her past boyfriends, despite the fact that she was a complete knock-out. As a result, she didn’t make an effort to go out very much, and though she had been in some relationships in the past, none lasted for very long. I was glad that Steve had just moved to the city because I figured he was just the kind of guy who could bring Lily out of her shell, and any guy would be lucky to be with Lily.

“Ready to go?” asked Lily as she stood up and adjusted her dress, completely unaware of how sexy she was.

“Ready,” said Julie, “Let’s go get you laid!” Lily smiled and rolled her eyes at this, but as the smile lingered a while on her face, it was clear that she was hoping to have some stories of her own to gossip to Julie on Monday.

We arrived at the bar about ten minutes late, but Steve had just been waiting at a table for us, already enjoying a beer. Steve and I gripped each other’s hands and gave each other the customary ‘guy hug.’ He and Julie hugged and gave each other a peck on the cheek. Lily was hanging back a little bit, but Julie prodded her forward and introduced her to Steve. She gave him a shy but adoring “hello,” and it was obvious that they were both immediately taken with each other. Steve invited us all to sit at the table, and we had a great time catching up over beers for the next few hours.

As the night dwindled on, the bar slowly emptied out, and there was just one other couple sitting in our section. Julie and I had been trying to talk between ourselves for a while to give Lily and Steve a chance to get to know each other. Our waitress came over to let us know that it was last call, and we ordered a last round of beers. The waitress was a cute blonde—maybe a college student—and I couldn’t help but drop my eyes to notice her nice, round ass in this little skirt as she walked away from the table. This glance didn’t evade Julie’s attention, of course, and she leaned out from the table to check out the waitress for herself. “Tight little ass,” she whispered to otele gelen escort me with a smirk.

I smiled back, and she leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. Lily and Steve were oblivious to this exchange, they seemed to be getting along great as they laughed and flirted on the other side of the table. It was a tall bar table with one end against a wall, and we sat on stools, me next to the wall on one side, Lily next to the wall on the other. When Julie kissed me on the cheek she placed her hand on my thigh, reminding me of how much I longed to be back at the apartment right now. Julie glanced around our section of the bar where one other couple sat diagonally from us behind Lily and Steve. I assumed Julie was looking to see if the waitress was returning with our beers. But when she looked back at me, I felt her hand move up my thigh to my crotch. I swallowed hard, but Julie put her other arm around my shoulders and leaned close to me to try to keep me from reacting too obviously. To anyone else, including Lily and Steve, it probably appeared that we were just having an intimate conversation, and the tabletop was high enough that the motion of Julie’s hand was not visible. Under the table, she massaged my crotch through my pants as my cock grew harder and harder. She would try to make small talk with me as she did this so that we wouldn’t draw anyone’s attention, and I tried my best to mutter some replies. It was clear that she was getting a kick out of seeing me try to keep my cool while she handled my manhood under the table.

My cock was getting so hard, and as Julie ran her hand up and down its contours through my khakis, I wished we were home already. Julie knew how much she was teasing me, and I felt her stop rubbing for a second. But the next thing I felt were her fingers rummaging for the zipper as she silently unzipped my fly. I almost gasped as I felt her hand reach through the flies of my pants and boxers to find my throbbing member. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself as I felt her warm fingers trying to get a hold around my cock. The feeling of her flesh on mine, here in the middle of a public bar, was so erotic. She grasped my cock inside my pants, and I could feel her thumb start to rub right under my head. She uttered some meaningless small talk to try to remain discrete but added in a whisper, “Think you can keep your cool?”

How could I keep my cool?! But ‘no’ was not an answer I was about to give right now as I craved her touch more and more. I nodded hesitantly as she continued to work her thumb around my head. I glanced over at Lily and Steve, and they still so wrapped up in each other that they didn’t have the slightest idea what was going on. I would do whatever it took to keep my cool if it meant Julie would keep touching me that way for just a few more seconds. But when Julie saw me nod, she got a devious look in her eyes, and I knew I was in trouble. Just then, I felt her pull my cock right out of my pants! I looked deep into her eyes, simply trusting everything to her and to fate, and I gripped the edge of the table hard with my left hand. Julie slowly ran her hand up and down my shaft. She kept a loose grip and let her hand slide along whole length of my cock. She kept up this slow place for about a dozen thrusts, and then rubbed her hand over the top of my head, giving special attention to the most sensitive areas. She resumed her slow thrusting and repeated this several times. I simply sat there, stunned, focusing on Julie’s face as we did our best to make it sound like we were having a conversation. Julie was very good at keeping up this façade, but my end of the conversation consisted mainly in nods and “uh huh”s.

As I was trying to keep my face from showing signs of the extreme pleasure I was feeling, our waitress came around to the table with our beers. Julie didn’t skip a beat. As the waitress leaned in to place each beer on the table, her cleavage paraded in front of me. Even though they were a beautiful set of tits, I normally wouldn’t have gawked. But here with Julie yanking on my cock under the table, I was so thankful to have such a hot waitress. When she had placed all the beers, she said, “I’ll give you your check. We close in a half hour, so drink up, and have a good night!”

She reached into her apron to take out our check, but as she pulled it out, she dropped her pen on the floor. I froze. Oh god, I thought to myself, what if she bends down and sees what’s going on under this table?! But Julie didn’t stop. I think Julie had noticed where the pen had landed because she gave me a coy smile. The waitress took a couple steps away from our table, turned around, and bent over to get the pen that had rolled across the room. Lily and Steve were distracted as they looked over to see where the pen had gone, and Julie took this opportunity to give me several more forceful jerks. I took Julie’s cue and stole a good look at the lower part of the waitress’ ass that was revealed as her little skirt rode up. I was convinced that this was a ploy to get some bigger tips from us guys, but little did she know just how much service she was offering me right now. When the waitress stood up and placed the check on the table, Julie resumed her slow, discrete massaging. As the waitress walked away, Steve said, “I guess we should probably get going soon, huh?”

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Chapter II:
Lorraine, Mary Ann and I.
By; HDTopper

It was about a week or so later that Lorraine and I were at the burger shack when she blew my mind. I had been hinting about us being more like a couple, going steady it was called back then.

“I have to tell you something but I’m afraid.”

“Come on Lorraine, what can you tell me that is so terrible that you’re afraid.”

“I’m, I’m afraid you’ll hate me, and then my secret will be all over the place.”

“Ooh for Christ’s sake Lorraine, you have nothing to fear from me. We’ve know each other since we were babies, what makes you think I would do or say anything to hurt you?”

Lorraine looked into my eyes as hers began to fill with tears, then she just blurted out, “I really like you but this might be all wrong, I don’t think but we can be, you know, like boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“What the hell are you talking about, are you seeing another guy I don’t know about?”

“No, no, nothing like that, weren’t you curious why I didn’t go out with any of the guys at the sub-shop and why I was still a virgin?”

“Not really and what has that got to do with anything?”

“Well, well,” she began almost in a whisper even though we were alone; it was like she was afraid someone might hear what she had to say. “Well I like you a lot and I really enjoyed what we did the other night, but, but when I dream, most of the time I think about girls.”

Then Lorraine turned her back toward me, put her head on the passenger door and began to cry. I slid beside her and took her into my arms, and after a mild struggle, I pulled her into my chest and kissed her cheek, holding her close until she cried herself out of tears.

“First of all you are my friend so if you think you’re gay, who gives a shit, besides that is no one’s business except ours. Secondly, you’re full of shit; you are in no way gay, BI maybe, but not gay. I know you enjoyed making love to me as much as I did to you, so there you go, and that’s the proof you need. If that’s not enough proof, maybe I’ll eat your pussy until your head pops off again, I said laughing.

She just remained silent but whether she did it intentionally or not, I don’t know, but she smiled at me, and then she shifted her body so that she could snuggle deeply into my arms.

Obviously her snuggling meant she was seeking both acceptance and protection, I gave both willingly, holding her and for once in my life, being silent. Once she was totally calm I wanted to break the ice and thought humor might work. I turned her body so that we were looking into each other’s eyes and I took a chance.

“See that Lorraine, you’re more fucked up than me. Like you, I like to lap a nice sweet cunt or two now and then, but without any question you’re a much better cock sucker than I will ever be.”

“Why you, you miserable fuck,” Lorraine, yelled as she began to beat on my shoulder and arm. As she beat me I fell laughing onto my side across the seat toward the drivers side. At first I think she was hurt and mad, but as I continued to laugh and she continued to literally beat the shit out of me, she realized that I was just kidding. Fortunately she also began to laugh. Unfortunately for me, even though she was now laughing as well, she continued to beat the crap out of me until I grabbed her in a bear hug and kissed her.

Once we were both settled down, I drove her to the park where we sat, talked and talked about us.

We also talked about why she thought she might be gay, but most importantly she admitted that she really enjoyed being fucked that night. I also found out that she had broken her own hymen with a vibrating dildo but that she almost always thought of other women when she was alone and masturbated.

“If you’ve never been with another girl what makes you think you’re gay,” I asked?

“Do you jerk off in bed at night,” she asked.

“Of course not, that’s naughty and I would never do that,” I said laughing.

After she started to once again beat on my already bruised arm, I yelled, “OK, OK you win, yes I admit it, I jerk off a lot.”

“And what do you think of when you do?”

Talk about being in a no-win situation, so I used my head, “All I ever think about is that great night with you in the rain.”

Lorraine smiled a knowing smile but being a darling she let me off the hook. “See you asshole I’m a girl kızılay escort and you were thinking of a girl, well I’ve thought about that night a few times too, but don’t be hurt, most of the time I think of another girl.”

“A particular girl?”

“Mm, mm, yeah I guess so.”

“Anyone I know?”

“I can’t tell you, you know that.”

We both became silent for a while, before I took her into my arms and kissed her gently. “Lorraine, no-one is home at my house, can we go there I would love to make love to you again?”

“I don’t know, I sometimes I think about it, but then somehow I feel like its wrong, I, I.”

That was all I let her say as I kissed her again and began to do my best to seduce her.

Eventually she fell to the insistent gentle kisses and the way I licked her neck and touched her. Eventually I managed to get her slacks and panties down, my tongue into her pussy. While I was eating her delicate pussy a plan hatched in my evil head and I knew instantly I had to put it into motion.

The night ended with me eating her to a few orgasms, one so massive I thought her screams would fill the park with cops. She gave me a nice blowjob after which we joined some friends at the sub-shop and hung around until I took her home.

Chapter II, part II.

Lorraine’s final seduction:

Long before there was anything between Lorraine and I, I had a sex only relationship with another woman and mutual friend of Lorraine and I.

Maryann is a few years older than me, and very pretty. At four foot eleven inches tall, she carries a set of boobs that would make Dolly Parton proud. To say she is sexual dynamite would be a major understatement. Maryann and I had an understanding; we had sex and plenty of it, but no attachments. During our escapades we had often talked about a three-way with another girl, something she really wanted to try, but it never materialized. Neither of us could come up with an eligible third partner that would be willing and discrete enough that her reputation would remain unblemished.

Under the promise of never repeating what I told her, one night I told her about how Lorraine thought she was gay and I knew she was BI. We discussed the possibility of getting Lorraine to be our third. We talked and talked , then between us we devised a plan that ended up to be quite successfully.

About two weeks later when everything was in place, all I had to do was lure Lorraine into our erotic web. So on that particular Friday evening I took Lorraine out to eat and then suggested attending a party at Maryann’s, she agreed. Our little gathering at Maryann’s apartment carried on until about midnight at which time, as we had arranged, everyone was gone except the three of us.

We all had, had a few drinks and according to our plan I acted more intoxicated than I really was. Maryann insisted that I lay down in the spare room for a while to sober up before driving Lorraine home.

I protested saying that I was fine, but in order to keep me from driving, and sober up a bit, Maryann convinced Lorraine to lay down with me, supposedly so that I wouldn’t do anything foolish.

After we were lying there a while Maryann stuck her head in the door and said she was running out to the Quick-EE Mart and would be back in about an hour.

Once Lorraine was relaxed I started to kiss and caress her. Being a little tipsy it was easier than I thought, slowly but surely I was getting her aroused. I managed to finally get her skirt pushed up, panties off and ate her until she was steaming.

Without any warning, once she was hot, I straddled her waist, put her hands above her head and began kissing her. Maryann, who really hadn’t gone to the Quick-EE Mart, was watching for my signal from the connecting bathroom.

Once in position, I had Lorraine’s vision blocked from the bathroom door, a naked Maryann snuck into the room, bent between Loraine’s splayed thighs and artfully began to lick Lorraine’s already aroused pussy.

Lorraine tried to throw me off her body but I held her upper body still as Maryann held down her legs and worked her tongue over Lorraine’s engorged clit. Like Lorraine, Maryann had often dreamed of trying sex with another woman and there was no way she intended to let her prize escape her now. Maryann began to work on Lorraine’s kolej escort clit and pussy like a demon; doing everything she liked being done to her. Slowly her efforts were rewarded. Lorraine calmed down and within a few minutes Lorraine was humping upward toward the tongue that was giving her such pleasure.

I let Lorraine’s go and removed her blouse and bra, confronting no resistance from
her I rolled off the bed and Maryann slid upwards and kissed Lorraine with such eroticism I almost came in my pants just watching.

As much as I was aching to watch them make love to each other, I knew at this moment in time had no place for me. So I left the room closing the bathroom door behind me letting the two women work things out for themselves.

They kissed and ran their hands all over each other’s bodies slowly exploring as they drove each other into an eventual state of unbridled desire.

Once that they were into each other without hesitation Maryann slid down and began to fondled Lorraine’s breasts, she nibbled and nursed like a child at its mother’s teats.

Lorraine’s moans of pleasure were making Maryann ecstatic, driving her onwards to her eventual goal.

The moans they both made were driving me crazy as I listened to gasps and moans from behind the same bathroom that once concealed Maryann’s presence from Lorraine. I removed my clothes and I slowly stroked my cock as I listened and watched their explorations through the slightly ajar bathroom door.

Maryann was playing in Lorraine’s navel with her tongue as she pushed her skirt off her legs and onto the floor. When the skirt finally fell to the floor, Maryann repositioned herself between the splayed thighs, and gazed upon her prize, a prize that before this night had always been nothing more than a masturbatory fantasy.

Lorraine’s body was having little sexual spasms that inadvertently caused the lips of her pussy to pulse out of control. First opening then closing over and over with anticipation of the pleasure she both wanted and hoped would be invading her body.
Then suddenly all you could hear was gasp pass from Lorraine’s lips that was so wanton it made the marrow in your bones resonate with its eroticism.

Finally their fantasies had been answered; a moist hot feminine tongue had just swept across an equally wanton molten pussy sending waves of pleasure throughout one woman’s body from her inflamed womanhood and the other from the millions of taste buds in her tongue, directly into the sensory receptors of their brains. In a single motion, a mere spec in time two lives were forever changed as a delicate female tongue of one woman traveled from an anus upwards until it met and captured between her teeth and lips the tasty engorged clit of another woman.

Lorraine’s body went rigid as her nervous system attempted to process all of the sensatory information it was inundated with. It was too much, so stimulating, it was overwhelming and she just became lost in this new world of pre-orgasmic bliss. It seemed that almost immediately the sensory overload that took over her body, caused her premature and irreversible assent towards the inevitable massive orgasmic explosion induced by the oral stimulus of a female lover.

Knowing she was now in total control, Maryann was now fulfilling her own bisexual fantasies by collecting and tasting the nectar that resulted from the efforts of her own mouth and tongue taking possession of another woman’s pussy and bringing it to orgasm.

The nectar that her efforts created flowed effortlessly into Maryann’s waiting mouth giving her a sensation of accomplishment, of success, success that she felt through her entire being making her shiver with sexual excitement. The awesome taste of feminine nectar, the softness she felt on the tip of her tongue as it explored every centimeter of Lorraine’s labia, the rigidity she could feel as she examined and made love to another woman’s clit. The feelings she got when her efforts made it fill with blood and grow into a tiny little cock, only made her crave more and more.

All her senses were alive, taste, touch, sight and of course sound. Yes sound, there was all those moans and shudders of extreme pleasure that Lorraine let out. As they filled Maryann’s ears with sounds of pleasure she found herself enjoying the same intensity of pleasure maltepe escort that Lorraine was experiencing at the same moment in time. Their sexual emotions had melded them into one overexcited mass of emotions.

The massive collection of sensory stimuli had finally become much too much for both of them. Both women were now one and were fast approaching a simultaneous joint orgasm. Lorraine’s was coming from the unselfish efforts of Maryann’s mouth and tongue as she devoured her feminine banquet without inhibitions or reservation; she simply wanted only to please this other woman.

Maryann’s body was also pulsing toward the same mutual explosion, but the result of a different set of erotic stimuli. Just knowing she had fulfilled a long time dream of unselfishly taking another woman on this private and erotic journey, was hers.

According to plan, we intended to show Lorraine she was capable of enjoying both men and women equally, so before Lorraine could reach her final and ultimate explosion, Maryann repositioned them both.

They were now centered across the width of the bed, with Lorraine kneeling above her head. Maryann immediately began to gnaw at the pussy above her bringing Lorraine ever closer to orgasm. Once she was approaching her ultimate explosion I quietly moved behind Lorraine as she succumbed to her own desires and bent down to taste another female lover for the first time, to actually taste another pussy.

As Lorraine began to taste another pussy for her first time, her conscious thoughts were locked on the long awaited task at hand, Maryann grasped my rigid cock and with no advanced warning fed it into Lorraine’s pussy before she knew I was even there, then almost simultaneously she took her clit between her teeth, we were joined in the primordial dance between species.

As she gasped from the sudden intrusion of a cock into her body, I grasped hold of her hips and began to fuck her with animalistic thrusts. As I fucked Lorraine Maryann licked away at her clit letting her experience both worlds simultaneously.

You could easily see her excitement as Lorraine’s head flopped around as she tried unsuccessfully to maintain some control over her body. It was almost humorous to watch as she quite unsuccessfully tried to provide a little oral pleasure to Maryann, in return for the efforts Maryann bestowed upon her. Within minutes and although this was not what she intended, she couldn’t help herself, Lorraine was so totally into being fucked and fucking back she had stopped even trying to eat Maryann.

Keeping with our plan of duel sexual satisfaction, I pulled out of her and walked around the bed. I lifted Lorraine’s head by her hair and began fucking her mouth for a minute or so, letting her enjoy her own taste.

I pulled out of her mouth and drove myself into Maryann’s cunt, at the same time, pushing Lorraine’s face down to where we were joined and demanded she lick us both, which she did with obvious pleasure.

I moved back and forth between the two pussies, fucking each in turn before moving on to the other once again. Each time I was going to enter Maryann’s pussy I would first get Lorraine to suck me clean of her own sweet nectar, then I would stroke myself in and out of Maryann before pulling out so that Lorraine could taste Maryann’s juices. In virtually no time at all and without any guidance from me, Lorraine soon learned to suck me clean, guide me back into Maryann for a while, and then pull me out so she could enjoy Maryann’s taste as she cleaned me again.

Finally I could take no more and I needed to come, so I drove myself deep into Maryann and savagely humped until I unleashed the biggest come I’ve had in ages.

Once finished, I pulled out and after making Lorraine clean my cock, I bellowed, “come on you bi-sexual slut, suck my come out of your girlfriend’s messy cunt!”

As I pushed Lorraine’s face into her oozing pussy as Maryann rolled over on top of Lorraine and let my sperm run down into her lover’s mouth as I and sat back in the chair by the bed and watched them make love and bring one another to climax.

Maryann screamed out, “yes, ooh god yes, eat me, suck his come out of me, OOH GOD, OOH SHIT DON”T STOP I’M COMING!”

Not many seconds later I saw Lorraine’s legs lock in place as she moaned, came, and then fell onto the bed semi-comatose and as limp as an old dishrag. Maryann and I moved the limp body of Lorraine into the center of the bed and snuggled on either side of her. We took turns kissing and gently touching her now sensitive body. I covered us with a sheet and snuggled up as we fell into a satisfied and needed sleep.

There relationships grew and changed over time, let me know if I should continue.

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Over the next few weeks, Vanessa got used to getting fucked once a day by one of the partners. They began turning up the wildness a notch gathering in a bureau two or three at a time banging her as hard as they could. And Vanessa could feel herself losing more and more inhibitions.

During the entire working day, she felt elated, a tingly itch prickling between her loins. She started betting with herself which partner would fuck her that day. Although she didn’t like to admit it, she needed cock every day now to still her craving. She also started wearing more and more provocative dresses her skirts becoming shorter and her cleavage deeper.

With all the money she was earning now, she could afford to buy only designer clothes and lots of jewelry. She loved parading them in front of her colleagues’ eyes sensing their gazes, jealous and snide looks that hardened her nipples every time, and this way earned even more looks from them.

She knew that the other secretaries started gossiping about her. They started calling her a slut but she loved the thought of it. She was far more beautiful, she earned more money and she could arouse any man she wanted to.

So who cared about these poor old women?

All these sensations were increasing the ache in her pussy over the day until at closing time she was so excited that she couldn’t wait for a partner to call her into his bureau willing to please him any way he wanted to.

During the weekends, she had started prancing through shopping malls in the skimpiest dresses she could find drawing greedy gazes from men and derogative ones from their wives. She could see the women leaning over to their men calling her a skank as soon as she had passed them. She knew that the same woman would look jealous at her if she passed them with her designer clothes and jewelry the next day wishing to be in her place.

This discrepancy turned her on the most although she didn’t really understand why. All she knew was that the thought of seeming cold and untouchable for some people while coming over as slutty and easy for others excited her tremendously.

The first weeks of her new job had also proven her fear of losing her boyfriend Mark as inappropriate. Over the course of the day, she became so randy that one fuck a day couldn’t satisfy her lust. Coming home in the evening, she was ready to jump Mark to get another good screwing. This way, their sex life had increased rather then decreased.

Some days ago, she had met Maria and some of her new rich friends. She had dressed as high-class but also as tantalisingly as possible. When Maria had seen her walking up, her jaw had dropped to the floor. Even her posh new friends had been impressed by her. The men couldn’t stop gazing at her stunning curves but hadn’t even dared to hit on her as she gave them the impression of a posh ice queen.

The women on the other side had liked her formidable taste in clothes and jewelry chatting friendly with her. She had put her old friend back in her former place. Now, she was the main attraction again leaving Maria without a chance to score anymore.

It had given her such a sense of delight that the smile hadn’t faded from her face for the next two consecutive days and she had fucked the partners more vigorously than ever before.

Her good mood hadn’t changed until today. And today was a special day. Stanton had sealed a deal with some new affiliates and they wanted to celebrate the signing. Therefore, they had met in the penthouse of the most exclusive hotel in town and she was supposed to be the main attraction.

She knew exactly what Stanton was expecting of her. He wanted her to sweeten the deal for the new affiliates, to make sure that the co-operation would exist for a long time.

Her excitement had increased over the entire week until it had hit its peak today. Furthermore, no partner had ordered her into his bureau after work for the entire week and Stanton had ordered her to keep her hands off Mark. So she had feigned a cold and by now was ready to climb the walls from pure lust.

Today, she hadn’t been able to concentrate on any work thinking about what was about to happen all the time. Her mind had gone wild imagining thousand different scenarios for the evening.

When finally work day was over, she had gone home as fast as possible to change her outfit. Luckily, Mark was gone watching some sports at a friend’s house so she didn’t have to answer any silly questions. She wanted to dress special for this event as it was her first and she wanted to be sure to get all the attention in the hotel.

After having stunned Maria’s friends with her posh attitude and outfit, she had dreamt of herself dressed as slutty and whorish as possible for the upcoming meeting. She saw herself walking through the entrance hall of the exclusive hotel with all rich men sitting inside goggling after her. It had made her cum during her sleep and the anticipation had constantly aroused her over the course of the week making eve gelen escort her juices flow.

This event was about to happen now and it was finally time to act out her fantasy. Today she wanted to be a true whore ready to do whatever Stanton’s affiliates wished.

She put on a black dress that made sure to catch anyone’s attention leaving few to the imagination. It basically consisted of two black straps that ran around her neck to the front parting just below. Running separately over each of her large firm boobs, they merged again just below her bellybutton. This way, her back was left free down to her tailbone and at her front the impressive canyon between her gorgeous tits and cute little bellybutton was revealed to everyone. Even from the sides the shape of her plump globes was clearly visible.

The lower part of the black dress slightly resembled hot pants that were barely larger than a broad belt only covering half of her ass cheeks. A zipper went from the front to the back over her pussy allowing easy access. She adorned her long tanned legs with red stockings that ended just beneath the dress. But the most striking attire was the bright red platform heels she put on screaming the word hooker. To complete her outfit, she wore very long bright red painted finger nails and cherry red lipstick.

The dark outfit made her red hair come into its own. Mustering herself in the mirror, she had to say to herself

“Girl you look ravishing. You scream “Fuck me!” from every pore. You naughty slut!”

On her way to the hotel, the taxi driver couldn’t tear his eyes off Vanessa almost causing several accidents while watching her from his driving mirror all the time. When she finally reached the hotel, the driver’s gazes had already made her juices flow. With her platform heels clicking on the pavement, her heart throbbed in her throat. Taking a last deep breath, she stepped into the entrance hall.

Her outfit had the effect she had been yearning for. The concierge almost dropped everything he held in his hands, his mouth gaping open. Vanessa could feel eyes scraping over her ass, her legs and her big firm breasts leaving a prickling sensation that spread over her entire body. She could see two older men that were sitting next to each other on a big couch leaning over to each other and starting to whisper just after she had passed them. She could very well imagine the words they were exchanging.

At a table, she could already see Stanton waiting for her. He lifted an eyebrow while watching her strutting towards her.

“Our slut has arrived!” he called towards her while she walked up to him

Vanessa could hear the men she had just passed gasping out loudly. It gave her such a kick her legs felt all wobbly for a second.

“It’s nice to see that you’re finally accepting what you are.” Stanton said with a smirk on his face not taking his eyes off her body for a second.

“A whore, OUR whore!”

The two kept sitting in the entrance hall for a few minutes while Stanton slowly finished his drink. Vanessa could feel how he enjoyed the glances the men were throwing at her. He clearly relished how she displayed herself as a cheap whore to these men imagining the humiliating feelings she might experience.

But the opposite was the truth. Vanessa enjoyed this exposing situation as much as he did. She even ran her long red nailed right hand over her leg up to her crotch while looking deeply into the eyes of one men and smiling lasciviously. When he was finally able to tear his eyes off her, she could only laugh out loud. His gaze made a new thrill run through her body. She was more than ready for the action awaiting her.

Finally, Stanton stood up and she followed him to the elevators. Inside the lift, he suddenly pulled a dog collar with a leash attached out of his jacket.

Ceremoniously, he fastened it around her neck looking deeply into her eyes. Vanessa didn’t flinch or back away. She knew that this was the final step. Now, she completely looked like Stanton’s obedient whore – at least for tonight. Tomorrow, she would be the posh bitch again. It felt elating giving her a warm glow of pride – pride of being able to stimulate and give pleasure to any man.

When they stepped out of the lift into the penthouse, Vanessa took in the whole room. It was large and divided into different areas, in one corner stood a big sized couch and a bar in the other one. Three men were sitting at the bar having a drink and talking with each other. It was a white, a Hispanic and a black man in their forties. They were called Trent, Tony and Curtis as she found out later.

The moment, Stanton led her into the penthouse on the leash making her strut behind him they fell silent looking expectantly at her. Stanton made her stand next to him before he said

“This is our little whore for the evening. She’ll do everything you’ll want. Don’t ask just do it! She’s a dirty slut to the gaziosmanpaşa escort core needing to be treated roughly. You wanna fuck her ass? The whore will beg you to! You wanna slap her tits? The bitch will urge you on! Just do what you like!”

When he finished his little speech, Stanton looked at her expectantly asking

“Is that right, little whore?” and she knew exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Yes sir!” she answered looking cockily into the men’s eyes. “I’ll do whatever you say, sir! I’ll be a good whore for you!”

While Stanton spoke of her so derogatively, a slight wave of fear surged through her body.

Had she underestimated Stanton? What would they do to her?

Her first impulse was to run away but she knew there was no way out. Astonishing herself, she could feel how those degrading words made her wet.

Surprisingly, the men didn’t jump right at her. Only one of them rose up.

“Give us a show, skanky bitch!” he commanded yanking hard on the leash.

“Yes, sir! she answered while balancing on her red platform heels to remain standing.

The guy’s demanding tone was all that was needed to get Vanessa going. She slowly walked over to the couch wiggling her butt seductively. Reaching the sofa, she came to a halt. Moving her hips in a circle, she slowly opened the zipper covering her pussy. She bent forward giving them a good view of her cunt spreading her already moistened pussy lips open with her fingers.

Turning around, she slowly started stripping. After getting rid of the dress, she began running her hands over her luscious big melons. She teased her nipples running her long red fingernails over the deeply tanned flesh until Curtis, the black guy, commanded rudely

“Pinch and twist’em hard, ho!”

“Yes, sir!”

First, she grabbed her nipples with her long red claws rolling them between them. Then she started pinching them but not the way the guys wanted.

“Harder, bitch! I wanna see those tits jiggling! Or do you want me to demonstrate it?”

The crude tone in his voice scared Vanessa and she wasn’t keen on him showing her what he meant with ‘hard’. But she could also feel her clit tingling from the harsh words.

“No sir, thank you sir!”

She pinched with all her might and twisted. A gasp escaped her mouth when the unexpected pain hit her. While pressing her little pink sensitive nipples together, she made her large inviting boobs bounce up and down which only increased the pressure on her nipples. It hurt like hell and her face turned into a grimace. But only a second later, she could also feel a tingle in her breasts.

After some time, Vanessa started getting into her task. She pulled on her nipples as hard as she could making them protrude off her chest while still pinching them. She started moaning slightly. The harder she twisted her nipples, the more the tingling sensation in her tits increased.

Looking over to the men, the approving look on Curtis’ face made her cunt juices flow.

“Spread your pussy for us to look inside!” was the next command this time from the white guy Trent.

Vanessa sank down onto the couch and opened her legs wide. She wanted to give them a show they would never forget. She found herself mentally more and more submissive to these men. She felt a tremendous urge to please them, an urge to give them a special treat no matter what she had to do. So she plunged the index finger of each hand into her wet hole spreading her pussy lips apart while rubbing her little clit with a long nailed thumb. Her little box opened giving view to the dark tunnel behind and her ass started wiggling on the coach on its own.

She realized that she was already close to cumming, without any penetration, simply from showing off to these strangers and getting talked about derogatively. For a second, she wondered how this could have happened to her.

“More!” ordered the guy putting an end to her thoughts and Vanessa obeyed at once.

She plunged both her middle fingers into her pussy making it four fingers deep inside her hot box. Then she started pulling on her cunt walls with more pressure. She could feel pain welling up from her cunt when her lips started stretching but she didn’t care. She was in a sexual frenzy now. All she cared about was pleasing these unknown men and getting her burning inner fire quenched.

The men were already able to look deep inside her dark tunnel when Trent ordered

“Fist yourself!”

Vanessa had never done anything like that before and she hesitated for a second.

“Now!” he yelled “Or do you want my fist instead!”

Vanessa gulped when looking at his big meaty hands.

“No sir!” she answered quickly.

“Please, let me fist myself for you, sir!”

She quickly jammed three fingers of her right hand into her sopping hole. Her hand almost worked on her own while her mind still debated why she did all this.

Why gölbaşı escort did she obey to everything they ordered so quickly? Why did she get wet from their derogative words? Why did she enjoy being a fucktoy so much?

Because this is what you truly are! A new voice answered inside her head. A voice she had never heard before. You’re a whore and whore’s love to give pleasure to anyone anywhere in any way. Fulfilling a man’s command is the greatest gift a whore can get.

Right now, this new voice sounded perfectly right. She needed, she wanted to give these men the show of their lives.

Concentrating on her hand again, she added a fourth finger and started twisting them around inside her cunt to spread her juices around her lips. She sighed for a moment before she finally drove her thumb into her cunt in one swift motion. She grunted loudly, as much from pain as from pleasure, and at the same second she came.

A surge of bliss rushed through her body causing her to scream out loudly. Unconsciously, her free hand wandered up to her plump ripe left boob pinching her rock hard nipple with all her might adding pain but also prolonging her orgasm. While wave after wave of pleasure rocked her body, she closed her eyes simply enjoying the sensations.

Opening her eyes again, Vanessa saw the black man Curtis standing in front of her.

“You’re here to please us not yourself.” he said. “A whore never hesitates!” “A whore never cares about her own pleasure. “All she cares about are the men giving her the honour of using her, don’t you agree?”

“Yes, sir! I’m sorry, sir!”

“So you think that you need to be punished?”

Vanessa had to gulp again. Curtis was a huge man hovering over her, his face distorted from anger. She had never felt so intimidated before.

“Yes, sir!” she stammered. “Please, punish me. I deserve to be punished.”

Not waiting a second longer, Curtis grabbed her arm and yanked it out of her fully stuffed cunt.

The loud slurp was immediately followed by the feeling of getting slugged in the stomach ending her orgasm for good. Vanessa distinctly heard herself scream out! But it wasn’t over by far.

The next moment, Curtis had made a fist and drove it, without warning, past the wrist into her womb. She screamed out again, this time even louder. She grabbed his arm trying to pull on it but to no avail. He was far stronger than her simply continuing to ream her cunt. He stretched her wider than she had ever imagined making her wiggle around to ease the discomfort. But she could also hear the squishing sounds coming from her hot box.

She already started getting wet again!

The pleasure on the inside juxtaposed with the pain on the outside and started mixing to become one arousing feeling. Curtis turned around to look at the other men and told them with a grin

“Guess we have to fuck the slut up her ass! That puss is unusable now, totally stretched out!”

The comment made the guys laugh and the imagination of all these four guys ravaging her little asshole spread new excitement through Vanessa’s body. Before this sensation could built up any further, Curtis withdrew his fist from her cunt as suddenly as he had rammed it inside.

He kept standing in front of her looking into her eyes waiting for her to react. Before it even dawned on Vanessa what he was waiting for, her mouth had already opened and she said with a submissive voice

“Thank you, sir! Thank you for training me to be a better whore.”

Her immediate subconscious reaction thrilled and frightened her at the same time. The new voice in her head seemed truer than ever before.

Curtis only nodded stepping to the side. At that moment, the Hispanic Tony who had been pretty reserved until now stepped up to her and said

“That was a hot show, dirty bitch! But it’s time for some real action. We better use that slutty mouth first, just a face hole nothing more!”

Vanessa smiled at him lasciviously licking her lips around her “face hole” as he liked to call it. Although her pussy stung, his humiliating words and the prospect of all the things about to come made her hot.

Tony grabbed her at the shoulders and flipped her body easily around on the couch making her lie with the back on the sofa her head hanging off of it. This was an unfamiliar position for Vanessa that caused blood to rush into her head making her slightly dizzy.

She knew what he wanted so she parted her red full lips opening her mouth. He didn’t hesitate ramming his hardening dick into her mouth. In one single thrust, he went down into her throat. Her awkward position gave him the perfect angle to fuck her throat. And that was exactly what he did!

Relentlessly, he crammed his large thick cock into her throat his balls slapping against her nose shutting it close. He pounded her throat like it was a cunt causing gurgling sounds to escape Vanessa’s throat. She was gagging and choking constantly without any chance to stop it, tears springing into her eyes. With every thrust in, spit dabbled out of her mouth. Thick white drool started running up her face in rivers. It ran into her nose and into her eyes making it impossible for her to see.

After some minutes of this throat pumping, he groaned out load and his rod exploded inside her mouth. He shot wad after wad of sperm down her throat.

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Vinessa and I had been going back and forth for some time. We passed our long and arduous workdays by diverting each other’s attention. Our texts started out with flirtatious banter until they got a bit hotter, a lot heavier, and eventually made it hard to stand up from my desk without revealing how much she could turn me on. Then, the texts escalated to an invitation.

She arrived at my house fairly late in the evening. We made small talk, sat on the sofa, laid on the sofa to watch a movie. We were somewhat unsure of where to take the evening, so I stood up from the couch. I extended my hand to her and she sat up. “Where are we going?” she asked with a knowing grin. I simply replied, “To the bedroom.”

I took her hand and guided her to the stairs. I gave her a swift slap on the ass and watched as she walked up the stairs. Her ass swayed to and fro with each step. Each step led me closer to what I wanted.

We reached the bedroom door and she turned around. Before she could say anything, I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in for a deep kiss. She pressed her body tight to mine and I could feel her heartbeat pounding inside her chest. I knew that she was as turned on as I was, so I reached down and grabbed the backs of her legs. I picked her up and wrapped her legs around my waist.

I walked to the edge of the bed and laid her down. I wasted no time in peeling her out of her clothes. Her beautiful breasts and flat stomach were a vision. I kissed my way from her neck, to her nipples, and down to her belly button as I undid her jeans.

The fabric of her jeans slid down her smooth thighs, down her shins, and off of her feet. Then I watched as she spread her legs wide. She didn’t pretend to resist. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, but that wasn’t going to make me speed up the process. I wanted to enjoy her.

I kissed my way up her legs and to her warm center. The lace of her thong did nothing to hide the heat coming from her as I kissed just enough to tease. She was soaked through her panties and I couldn’t wait to wriggle my tongue into her. I forced her panties to follow the same trail as her jeans before I slid my fingers into her.

My fingers found her sweet spot as she squirmed and I felt her wetness pour over my digits. “Please…” she moaned, and I complied.

I moved my body between her legs and pressed my lips to hers. I lightly pushed my tongue into her mouth as I simultaneously pushed my cock into her soaked pussy.

Vinessa whimpered as she adjusted to my size then moaned as she wrapped her legs around me once again. The heels of her feet pulled at my ass to guide my every thrust until I felt her pussy clench and flood. She came until she was breathless and I knew that she was mine for the taking.

I pulled out of her and rolled her onto her stomach. “What are you doing?” she huffed as I grabbed her hips from behind and hoisted her onto her knees. She seemed to automatically lift herself onto all fours and I wasted no time burying myself back into her. I pressed forward until I was in to the hilt. She twitched again and again as I grabbed her ass cheeks and thrust into her. I watched her body move in light shock waves as I moved in and out of her. My hips slapped hard against her ass until I couldn’t hold back anymore.

Nearly out of breath, sweating, and aching, I exploded inside her. I kept pumping in and out until I gave her everything I had to give. Then I collapsed onto her and we laid there together with our wet bodies sticking together, her legs still spread, and me still inside her until I was no longer hard.

“That was fun… and so needed,” she admitted. “Yeah, it really was,” I agreed. Then we seemed to settle into each other. We cuddled into a naked pile in the middle of my bed. The small talk and wondering if we were into each other had passed. There was no need to continue the banter. However, our stream of dirty messages let the other know that we were both kinky and willing to do a lot more than most.

“So, what’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done?” I asked in a horny curiosity. Then Vinessa admitted that he had not tried many kinky things.

She told me how she had been in a long relationship with a man who seemed to have lost interest in sex altogether, let alone anything out of the ordinary.

“Well, were you just dirty talking or did you actually want to experience the stuff we talked about,” I asked with genuine intrigue and partial concern. I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable with anything. I know, as well as anyone else, that some fantasies are left best in the fantasy world. Others are worth pursuing. None of them are worth a damn if those involved don’t discuss them first.

Vinessa explained that she wanted to experience so much more than she had before. She was so tired of the neglect and the want left in her. She wanted excitement and new experiences. She wanted to determine what she liked and didn’t like based on having actually done grup escort them rather than trying to figure out what if. I simply told her that I was all too happy to help her out. She couldn’t help but smile.

“The only thing is,” she started and then paused, “I really don’t know how to get anything started. It’s not that I’m shy or reserved. I just need you to show me a starting point and I can take it from there.” I understood what she meant. She wanted a sexual adventure, but wanted a guide that she could trust along the way.

Then Vinessa asked me a question that surprised me a bit. “What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done?” I laughed and gave her a few stories of things I had tried, those I enjoyed, and some that I did not. She seemed to be getting turned on again, but she said, “I want to go out.”

It wasn’t that late, and we didn’t have any other plans so I agreed. We got ready and headed downtown. I was never one for night clubs, so we went to a bar that Vinessa liked to hang around from time to time.

We stepped in and I was immediately the odd man. Boots, hat, jeans. My regular look was the irregular piece in the club. I had been to swingers clubs, gay clubs, straight clubs, dive bars, huge dance spots all over the world. I was not bothered by whatever people were into because I always figured “to each his own”. However, this bar was different. It wasn’t a swingers club, a gay bar, a straight bar. The place seemed to be an eclectic gathering of every walk of life. Gay couples danced. Straight couples made out. Loners made friends and shot pool. Every bar hopper type one could imagine seemed to land in this place, and I just brought one more piece to the oddly fit puzzle. I was the out-of-place cowboy and that suddenly made me very comfortable.

Vinessa grabbed my hand and led me to the bar. She hopped up on a stool and leaned over the bar. It looked like she was going to give the bartender a kiss on the cheek, but ended up whispering something in his ear. He smiled while she talked, looked at me with a devilish grin then pointed Vinessa’s attention to a fiery redhead on the dance floor. I looked as well.

The redhead was easily six feet tall on her stiletto heels. Her long, tone legs led up to a micro miniskirt that hugged her swaying hips. Her top was just as tight and showed off her pert tits. Her tight abs seemed to be the center of her every motion as she swayed.

Vinessa and I watched her for a moment. The redhead shooed random guys away as she danced in her own little world. Then Vinessa leaned into me and said, “I have a particular taste tonight.” All I could do was smile. Vinessa was out of her shell and I was along for the ride.

I watched as Vinessa moved across the bar crowd and made way to the dance floor. She wasted no time in moving up to the redhead. Their knees interlocked immediately and the intertwined as they danced. Their bodies rubbed lightly against the other, but the music seemed to overcome them. They were suddenly caressing each other until Vinessa leaned into the girl’s ear. There was no way I could have heard them over the crowd and the music, but I assumed what was being said and smiled when I saw the redhead nod. Then Vinessa pointed at me. The redhead smiled and nodded again.

Vinessa grabbed the girl’s hand and pulled her off the dance floor. They walked up to me, hand-in-hand, and Vinessa introduced her new friend. “This is Nickie,” Vinessa said as the redhead held out her hand to me. I shook her hand, but before I could say anything Vinessa blurted out, “And we are out of here.”

I was impressed, to say the least. We were in the club for less than ten minutes and Vinessa had found us a very nice treat for the night. I had no objections to leaving, so I wrapped my arms around their waists and led them to the door.

“Where are we going?” Nickie asked in the sudden realization that we really didn’t have a plan about what was to come next. Vinessa answered without a second thought, “Your place,” and Nickie had no issue with that. It all seemed too easy and I began to wonder if Vinessa had set it all up; not that I would have cared.

We walked along the sidewalk for a moment and approached a nice convertible sports car. It was a nice, warm night so Nickie pushed a button on the clicker to lower the top before we got in.

I had ever intention of taking the back seat, but Vinessa told me, “Go ahead and sit in the front. I’ll take the back.” She was so mater-of-fact about it that I didn’t argue.

Vinessa got into the back seat and I sat in the passenger seat, separated from Nickie only be a small console. Nickie fired up the engine and launched from the curb. We were all so excited to get our night going.

We traveled down the road for a few minutes before I looked back to Vinessa. “Wow,” I let out when I saw that Vinessa had undone her pants. She was sitting in the center seat with her legs open wide. Both iranlı escort of her hands were crammed down her panties and she was vigorously working her clit. She smiled and told me to turn back around. “Nothing to see here,” she said playfully.

I turned my attention to Nickie who was catching glimpses of Vinessa in the rearview and I had no doubt that they were up to something previously set up.

I looked back to Vinessa and asked, “Do you two know each other?” Vinessa just pulled her right hand out of her panties, sucked her fingers clean, and pointed for me to face front. I played along, and tried to be compliant. However, my attention was drawn to Nickie.

She had one hand on the steering wheel and one up her skirt. I was going nuts with excitement. I couldn’t help but stare as I watched Nickie’s hand move. Her long legs were smooth and muscular. Her hips were round, but tight and led to a wonderfully shaped ass. I could not wait to get my hands on both of them at the same time.

I looked back to Vinessa to see that she was still rubbing her pussy as she squirmed. Then I turned back to Nickie and paused with surprise. My eyes went wide. Nickie had hoisted her tiny skirt and pulled her panties aside to reveal her raging hard on. Nickie had a cock and I couldn’t believe it. I looked back to Vinessa and she grinned at the surprise in my face. Then I stared.

Vinessa leaned forward in her seat and moaned into me ear, “Mmmm. Touch it.”

I chuckled, but played along. I reached across the console and grabbed the base of Nickie’s rock hard cock. I paused in the disbelief of what I was doing, but the flow of the moment guided my hand. I wrapped my fingers around her member and slowly moved my light touch to her tip and back again.

Vinessa continued to lean forward and watched as my hand glided up and down on Nickie. I could hear her breathing grow intense and I was lost in the moment.

Suddenly, I felt Vinessa’s hand applying pressure on the back of my head as she ordered, “I want to watch you suck it.” I laughed at myself lightly before I decided, “What the hell?”

I leaned over as Vinessa guided my head to Nickie’s lap. She pressed down one more time and the tip of Nickie’s cock parted my lips. I had never given a blow job before, but I knew what I liked so I applied the same method.

I wrapped my hand around her base and pressed my mouth down as far as it would go before I gagged. Her flesh against my tongue was warmer than I thought it would be. Her size filled my mouth and I did my best to avoid scraping her with my teeth. I let my spit slobber out of my lips and coat her cock so that I could rub her while I sucked. I moved my mouth and my hand up and down simultaneously. I sucked slowly at first, the way that I liked, then picked up the pace in the same fashion. I involuntarily slurped and every once in a while Vinessa would push my mouth too far down and I would gag a little as Nickie reached the back of my throat.

Nickie’s ass and hips flexed as she began to fuck my face. Vinessa continued to guide my head up and down. Then I got used to the feel of Nickie’s hard on in my mouth and I sucked harder and sloppier until Nickie said, “If you aren’t careful, I’m going to cum.”

I started to pull off not knowing if I was willing to let her cum in my mouth, but Vinessa stopped me. She held my head in place and said, “Give it to him. He wants it.”

I was strangely aroused by Vinessa taking charge of the situation and I continued to suck faster and faster. Then I felt Nickie swell against the inside of my mouth before her cock gave a hard twitch against my tongue. A hot squirt hit the back of my throat and I knew I had the option to either choke or swallow hard. So, I swallowed. Squirt after hot, salty squirt I swallowed until I couldn’t. Then my mouth was full of Nickie’s cum as Vinessa finally let me come up for air.

I sat up, shocked but impressed with myself, and wiped a dribble of cum off of my bottom lip. I was totally unaware of my surroundings until Nickie said, “We’re here.”

We arrived back at her place, a lavish apartment just outside of the downtown area. We all got out of the car and walked to the front door. Vinessa wrapped her arm around my waist and said, “Good job.” I asked her, “Did you enjoy that?” She smiled and answered, “I sure did. Did you?” I nodded.

“Here it is,” Nickie said as she opened the door, “Do you guys want a drink?” She was polite and friendly, but Vinessa had no interest in refreshments.

“Take us to the bedroom,” Vinessa requested through an order. Nickie smiled and took each of us by the hand. She led us down the hallway and took us to her bed.

The ladies sat on the edge of the bed and started kissing each other as I stood and watched. Then Nickie reached out to me and undid my belt. Then my pants. I peeled out of my shirt as Nickie lowered my jeans down my legs. I quickly kicked keçiören escort out of my boots and socks, shed my pants, and stood in front of her.

I watched Vinessa go back to playing with her pussy as Nickie took my cock into her mouth. Her tongue danced around my tip, smearing precum as she moved. Then she opened her mouth and slid the length of my shaft into her mouth. I felt the back of her throat open as she swallowed further.

I began to pant and Vinessa said, “Don’t cum yet. I still want you.” Then Nickie pulled her mouth off of me and said, “That’s a wonderful idea, V. Why don’t you get your clothes off while I suck this beautiful cock a little more. Then I can watch him fuck you.” Nickie sounded very excited by the idea as did Vinessa.

Vinessa shed her clothing and moved up to the head of the bed. She spread her legs wide, showing me every bit of her soaking pussy, and motioned for me to join her. I looked down at Nickie’s mouth working my cock and had to stop her before I came. I said, “Excuse me for a moment,” as I pulled out of Nickie’s mouth and joined Vinessa.

I crawled on top of Vinessa and entered her in a single motion. I immediately began to thrust into her. The fronts of my hips pressed hard against the insides of her thighs. I pushed into her as deep as I could go. I forced my pelvic bone to grind against her clit and suddenly her flood gates opened. She gushed with cum and screamed with excitement. It was all too much.

“I need to cum so bad,” I moaned into her. “Not yet. Please not yet,” Vinessa answered as she pushed my hips away from her. I was confused a bit by her wanting me to slide my cock out of her, but she answered my confusion when she said, “I want you to lick me.”

I smiled and slid down her body with my tongue until I found her clit. I flicked and teased her just before I plunged my tongue into her. Her cum was sweet and her flesh was incredibly warm. I got lost in the moment once again as I focused all of my attention on Vinessa’s pussy.

Then there was the unmistakable sound of a cock being rubbed and coated with lube. I felt the pressure of the bed around my legs shift as Nickie straddled my legs. I could hear her rubbing her cock and was waiting for her to cum on my back, but she had other plans.

Nickie pressed one of her knees between mine and opened my legs. I didn’t resist. I was all in. Then her other leg went between my knees. She reached down under the fronts of my hips and pulled up lightly until I was propped up on my knees. My face was down in Vinessa’s pussy and my ass was in the air waiting for Nickie.

I felt a warm moist pressure at my hole as Nickie pushed her tongue into me. She licked in tight circles before stiffening her tongue to force it in. She fucked me with her tongue for a moment before the warmth was replaced by drops of cold lube. She was getting my ass nice and wet before I finally felt it.

The tip of Nickie’s cock rested tightly against the center of my ass. Her fist was wrapped tightly around her cock and kept my ass open for her as she slowly pushed into me. I let out a moan as the tip plopped into my ass. Nickie was gentle and nice enough to allow me to take a deep breath and adjust to her size. It felt so much wider than it had before. “Just relax,” she cooed as I took another deep breath. Then she pressed forward and I felt inch after inch slide into me.

Nickie’s hips pressed hard on my ass and she waited once again for me to stop clenching. “I can’t,” I started to protest, but Vinessa grabbed my head once again and pulled my mouth to her pussy. She buried my complaints as I buried my tongue. Then Nickie no longer hesitated.

Nickie pulled back until her head nearly came out. Then she pushed forward again. Her long thrusts repeated until I no longer quivered. My ass relaxed and received her without resistance. Then Nickie began to push and pull harder. She jerked back on my hips as she pushed her hips into me. Her cock ran its full length and girth in and out of my ass. The fronts of her hips slapped at my ass giving a distinct pop every time she buried into me. Her nails dug into my ass cheeks and clawed at my back as she fucked me.

I tried to maintain balance between giving Vinessa pleasure and enjoying the pleasure of being fucked from behind by Nickie.

Nickie’s thrusts increased in speed and intensity before I felt her swell again. She grabbed my hips and pushed forward hard as she yelled out, “Oh God! I need to cum.” Then Vinessa said, “Do it. Cum in his ass.” That was more than I could handle. I reached down between my legs and rubbed my cock. I began to spasm and my ass twitched with Nickie fucking me. The twitch pushed her over the edge and I felt her twitch against my insides as her cock unloaded into my ass. A warm, wet sensation filled my insides as Nickie gave me every drop. I felt myself pushing back harder, wanting more, and my asshole clenching and releasing as if to milk Nickie’s cock dry.

Finally, Vinessa let herself explode into a violent orgasm. Her legs wrapped around my head, her pussy pressing hard on my willing mouth, and her hands grasping at her breasts; she came harder than any woman I had ever seen have an orgasm. She screamed herself breathless until her orgasm subsided and she was able to open her legs once again.

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Kayli was cooking dinner when I got home. Brian and Matt were in the living room watching TV. I greeted Kayli with a kiss on the neck. She spun around swiftly as a smile illuminated her face.

“Hi baby,” she said as she kissed my nose and tucked my hair behind my ear.

“I come bearing wine my love,” I said as I pulled the bottles out of their paper bags.

Kayli giggled. She was so sweet and so beautiful. She had on a black dress that landed mid thigh. It was fitted at her bust and flowed outward as it went down toward the hem. It was snug enough, however, to offer a glimpse at her full round ass.

I twirled around her and headed to the living room.

“Hey beautiful,” Brian said without getting up. He knew where I was headed.

I kicked off my shoes and bounced over to the couch. His lap was so inviting after a long day. I curled up on him as he rubbed my ass and ran his fingers through my hair. I could fall asleep like that, it is the most comfortable feeling in the world.

Matt grabbed one of my feet and started rubbing it.

“How was the drive home? I know they were doing construction and I meant to text you before you left work,” Matt said as he lovingly rubbed the stress of the day away.”

“Yeah, that would have been nice to know. I was stuck backed up forever.” I said.

Brian had started to slowly move his hand from my butt cheek to my hip and I met his touch with equivalent eagerness. I had had a very long day, and there was nothing else I would rather do than be pleasured.

I jumped up and danced off into the kitchen. I needed to try to convince Kayli to come join us.

“Baby, take a break, we can eat later. I have missed you all so much… And I have had such a long day… please… for me?” I begged, batting my lashes at her.

“Grace, come on. If I don’t finish cooking, none of us are going to eat tonight. I’m not stupid. Or we will end up ordering esat escort delivery later.” She protested.

I reached my hand up the back of my dress and unhooked my bra, letting my tits fall free, as I walked toward her, never breaking eye contact.

“Kayli, baby, come on… please… I want you,” I whispered in her ear as I licked the side of her lobe.

Kayli moaned as she reached a hand up to cup my breast. I started kissing down her neck toward her collarbone. Her breath faltered. Then I grabbed her by the hand and led her to the living room.

Brian and Matt were already naked and waiting. I pulled down Kayli’s panties and started stripping her dress off; exposing her beautiful brown skin, her large tear shaped breasts and her gorgeous glistening pussy. All eyes were on her. She quickly started pulling off my dress and panties as well. Brian and Matt were watching the two of us intently.

Kayli pushed me back, onto the couch. I rested my head on Brian’s thigh as she started running her tongue up and down my pussy lips. Brian was jacking his cock and rubbing my huge tits. She started licking and sucking on my clit and I let my eyes close. Kayli licked my pussy better than any man ever had. I loved her so much. She knew exactly what to do to make me cum.

“Baby, touch your pussy while you lick her. You’re so beautiful. God that is so fucking sexy…” Matt said between his own lustful moans. He was jacking his cock as well.

Kayli reached her hand down and began rubbing her pussy. It was practically in Matt’s face. Kayli was moaning into my pussy as her tongue continued to circle my clit. My orgasm was coming, I could feel it. But I wanted to wait, so I broke contact with her pretty mouth.

“Brian… mmm… I want to feel your big fat cock in me… I need it,” I said as I got up.

I quickly straddled him and felt his hot cock pressing etimesgut escort up against my pussy. Kayli had assumed position, hovering over Matt’s huge cock too. Kayli and I started kissing as the guys started rubbing our pussies with their cocks. Matt couldn’t wait and he dove into Kayli’s pussy. She pulled back from my kiss as a lustful scream came out of her mouth.

Her tits were bouncing as he fucked her. She had her head back and was making the most beautiful moans I have ever heard.

Brian couldn’t wait any longer, he started easing his cock into my pussy.

“Mmmm… that feels so fucking good… Mmm… Stretch me out… YES… Oh my god… that feels so fucking good…” I said as Brian finally fit himself all the way inside me.

Matt had grabbed Kayli’s wrists behind her back as he bounced her on his cock. It was one of my favorite things to watch. Brian and I watched them as he pounded my pussy.

“I want to lick her pussy Matt, come on! Mmmmm…. oh… fuck… mmm.. Come on! Share!” I said between moans.

Kayli came over and stood over Brian and I. She lowered herself down to my mouth. My plump lips encased her beautiful little pussy. I stared licking and sucking on her clit. I could taste Matt’s precum in her pussy.

Matt came over and started lubing up my ass. In no time, he was trying to push the head of his cock into my asshole while Brian was still in my pussy. However, Brian’s cock is so fat that it is difficult to enter my ass while he is inside my pussy.

“Mmmm yes baby!!! Yes… mmm…. I’m gonna cum!” Kayli screamed as Matt finally plowed deep into my ass.

Matts cock with Brian’s cock made me feel so fucking full and so fucking good. I was nearing an orgasm myself and I was trying to cum with Kayli. Brian and Matt continued to pump their cocks in and out of me. I was in absolute bliss.

Brian etlik escort leaned his head forward and began licking Kayli’s ass. She couldn’t handle it, I knew she was going to cum soon. I grabbed Kayli’s ass cheeks and pulled her further into my mouth as she went over the edge. She has the gushiest wettest orgasms, and this was for me.

Kayli started shaking and squealing. She was cumming on my mouth and she tasted so good.

Brian pulled out of my pussy, and Matt continued to fuck me. We all shifted around so Brian could fuck Kayli next.

The room was echoing with all of our moans. Kayli squealed when Brian pushed his cock into her. She started rubbing her pussy as he started pumping in and out of her.

“Grace, your ass is so tight baby… mmm… fuck I love it so much…,” Matt uttered as he quickened his pace.

Here I was having such good sex with all of the people I love. And fuck was it sexy. I was ready to cum. I started rubbing my pussy and screamed out in pleasure as a huge orgasm rippled through me.

Suddenly, Matt leaned forward and bit down on my shoulder as he emptied his balls deep in my ass.

“Mmmm..;. fuck… yes… fill my ass with your hot cum… oh my god yes…. its so fucking full…. mmm…” I was in heaven.

Sound started erupting from the other side of the room. Brian and Kayli were cumming together. Kayli was squealing and Brian started moaning.

“Kayli baby, take it, take it, take all that cum… mmm…. yes… take it deep in your pussy… cum with me… yessss!” Brian shouted.

We listened to each other breathing for a few minutes and then the guys pulled out. Cum started flowing out of both of us.

Kayli was ovulating, so she was mindful to try to keep as much cum inside her as she could. We wanted her to get pregnant. And I was excited for my turn in a couple weeks. Kayli and I wanted to be pregnant at the same time.

Kayli popped up and started pulling her panties on. We all followed suit.

“I am going back out there and I am finishing dinner, because we are not ordering in again!” she yelled as she pranced off to the kitchen.

I returned to Brian’s lap and Matt came up beside us so I could lay my head on his lap at the same time.

I love us.

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