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[Here, to maintain the change of pace and perspective, Amy continues to narrate the time spent in Bora Bora]

With Liddy due here at 8 am, 7.40 found me sitting in the cockpit, enjoying my morning coffee dressed in nothing more than the bikini I’d be wearing that day.

Five minutes before that, the sound of Ned climaxing on Ellen had wafted up from their cabin through the small hatch that sat on the port side of the companionway. The loud grunting before his climax and the multiple repetitions of the ‘oooooohhhhhh’ing’ noise Ned makes as he shudders through the little mini-climaxes that follow his main one told me he’d had yet another good one; maybe too good if our objective had been to drain him of all sexual energy for the day.

It had been anything but a quickie. Ellen is a lot less vocally expressive than I am but I’d still heard her have two climaxes before the sounds made it obvious Ned was pumping away for his. The trouble with having watched so much sex between Ned and Ellen (indeed between him and all the other girls) is that the sounds carry so much mental image with them.

Ellen’s climaxes might not be vocal, but they’re a visual feast; her body quivering with rising excitement beforehand and aggressively thrown at Ned during it. So it only takes the most suppressed groan from her to bring it all to mind.

And as for Ned, the sight of him in full pumping mode is one to behold. You can see the pleasure on his face and transmitted through his whole body. I’ve watched as the full length of his shaft has disappeared into Ellen and come out glistening with her juices. That’s the thing about sex that never ceases to amaze and arouse me; the sheer intimacy of it. The thought that so much of Ned is so deep inside her (or my) body.

I wouldn’t have thought that watching or listening to someone I love making love to another could be anything other than distressing. But at least among the girls on the boat it’s anything but. It always leaves me aroused; no less so than this morning when I feared some moistness might be penetrating the gusset of the fresh bikini I had on.

But if that other woman was Liddy, I was far from sure my feelings would be so sanguine.

The routine that would usually be followed told me that Ned and Ellen would now be up and starting their own breakfast. I looked up at the sound of the approach of a small outboard motor to see Liddy sitting in the bow of a RIB with a middle aged couple behind her. Seeing me looking at them, she waved.

I moved down onto the swim platform to help her aboard.

“I hope you don’t mind me being early. George and Nancy wanted to start their trip early and needed to get rid of me. I don’t mind waiting down here if you guys aren’t ready.”

“It’s fine, everyone one will be up. Come and say hello and have a look at the yacht.”

I sussed her out as she moved from the RIB to the platform. She was wearing a white light gauze cotton mini sundress, exactly the same as Ellen’s. Long sleeved, it had a tailored cut to hug the body’s curves, a button down front and a plunging neckline. The latter seemed to be something of this woman’s trademark. A thin tie belt cinched the waist of her dress tightly against her stomach just above her hips.

I’d guess she was wearing one the same size as Ellen’s too; which meant it was too tight to accommodate her breasts. She had the top button undone, exaggerating the depth of the plunge at the front and partly exposing the small bikini top she was wearing underneath and an awful lot of breast flesh. This woman also seems to have a thing about red underclothes. Her bikini was a plain red. The top was a slide tri with triangles no bigger than the style Ellen and I wear. Through the translucent material of her dress, I could see the bottom was string sided in a low rise hipster. The back of it wasn’t quite Brazilian cut, but not full coverage either; the front a moderately small triangle. Any hope I had that she’d be wearing a grandmother one piece were blown away in an instant.

As I let her climb the ladder onto the aft deck ahead of me, I looked up at her butt. Really! Not the slightest hint of orange peel disrupted the line of her light brown skin. I don’t know if her tan was sun induced or bronzer. If the latter she was brave wearing a white dress.

Desperately I tried to find some age induced flaw in this disgustingly genetically blessed woman. I did notice some sun damage to her skin and that it had lost some of its elasticity; bunching up into mini waves where it was compressed as she moved. And just maybe her inner butt was starting to develop some of the hollowness older thin women can get. But then, maybe not. Maybe it was no different to my own.

Moving through the cockpit, I overtook her to lead her down into the cabin where Ned still lurked to find the others not quite as progressed with their morning routines as I thought they’d be.

Ellen was standing stark naked at the galley, filling the kettle. I’ll give Ellen her due, she dikmen escort didn’t bat an eyelid as I simply waved my hand to her and said…

“You remember Ellen.”

To which Ellen managed to reply…

“I’m just putting the kettle on for a cuppa. Would you like something?”

“That’d be nice. Can you do a coffee?”

Brushing past Ellen I led Liddy to the door of the master cabin which was accessed from behind the galley, partly thinking Ned would be there, partly because that’s the routine we go through when showing someone over the yacht.

“This is the master cabin.”

I looked over Liddy shoulder as she surveyed the cabin and suddenly realised it was making some significant statements about things aboard the boat. There were three pillows lined up across the head of the bed. Strewn around in plain sight were both Ellen’s and my dresses from last night intermingled with the clothes Ned had been wearing. And Ellen’s tiny panties were hanging on the door knob of a cabinet where they’d been hung to dry after the wet trip home.

Both Ellen’s present nakedness and the clothes were a function of the fact we never really had worked out how to deal with our clothing with the rotating room arrangements we had. The master cabin wasn’t generously equipped with cupboard space and what was there barely accommodated Ned’s stuff. All our stuff was stored in a large locker and storage area that sat on the port side opposite the amidships bunk cabin. Here there was a vertical rack of open shelves, one for each of our gear bags, and a hanging locker and shelving for additional clothing and the boat’s sheets and towels.

Normally whoever was sleeping with Ned would take a bikini into the master cabin with them for the morning or just put on the one they’d taken off to go to bed. But we were late getting in last night, dressed in evening clothes, and the usual arrangements hadn’t worked out. And nakedness had never really been an issue on the boat; at least once the present arrangements had developed.

I could see Liddy taking in what she was seeing. With Ned not in the cabin, I turned to Ellen who was keeping her cool with her naked state and wasn’t making any rushed move to cover up.

“Where’s Ned?”

She simply pointed to the closed door of the head (bathroom) on the starboard side.

“Would you like to see the rest of the boat?”

I led her past the galley and main cabin with its table and settee arrangements towards the amidships cabin. Just as I did, Tash walked out of the cabin topless; moving across to her gear bag to get out something to wear. Tash acknowledged Liddy before continuing to rummage through her bag as we brushed past her, moving along the companionway towards the door of the cabin.

In a way, the amidships cabin finished the story Liddy had seen in the master cabin. The cabin contains two vertically stacked single bunks and it was obvious only one of them had been slept in.

Forward of there I showed her the bow cabin; its double bunk little used because it moves about more in a seaway.

As I led Liddy back along the companionway towards the main cabin, Ned exited the head; as naked as Ellen was. Not noticing us, he walked over to Ellen who at this stage had moved across a little to the sink where she was still facing us but the full length of her left side was visible from where we stood, outside the line of the bench. He’d had sex with her three times during the night and, no doubt still washed with oxytocin and loving feelings, pushed the left side of his torso against her left flank, put his hand lovingly on her still naked butt and asked her…

“Would you mind if we used your little backpack as the second bag for our gear today. I’ll take my waterproof harken duffel bag as the other?”

Liddy had a clear profile of him; dangling dick and all. Ned’s in that happy goldilocks space between a shower and a grower, if you know what I mean. What’s there at rest is an impressive enough sight, but there certainly room for growth too. As he so intimately touch Ellen like that, you could clearly watch as a half mongrel developed; it visibly lengthened and arched up, the tip brushing across her thin, blonde, landing strip of pubic hair.

“Sure.” And then as Ellen pointed at us, she added… “You know Liddy’s here, do you?”

Ned look our way with considerable surprise and flushed bright red.

“Ops, excuse me.”

Ned quickly disappeared into the master cabin and closed the door.

I turned to Liddy who had a bemused smirk on her face. “Why don’t we wait for the others in the cockpit?”

One by one the others joined us in the cockpit with their breakfasts and Liddy’s coffee, Ned dressed in board shorts and a short sleeve polo shirt, the girls both in bikinis. Breakfast finished, we left Liddy momentarily alone in the cockpit while we collected ourselves together for the trip.

Ellen emerged wearing the same sundress as Liddy, emek escort apologising for the fact while indicating it was her preferred walking outfit. Over my bikini I wore a mini A line skirt with a plunging front crop top. Tash wore a pair of hot pants matched with a loose fitting tie front, midriff exposing shirt that basically left her boobs hanging in their bikini top out the front of it.

Piling into the RIB, we headed down to the head of Faauni Bay where we’d identified a little canal which would take us past what appeared to be some sort of fish farm complex into the heart of Faauni Township. From there we’d start our walk, which was intended to take us up to the Valley of the Kings, then across to Fittiiu Point and back through Faauni Pass to our starting point; with a swim at Fittiiu Point to cool off.

With the width of the tracks and roads we were using, we couldn’t really do much other than walk in a 3/2 or a 2/2/1pattern, with the distance between the front and rear group depending on the walking speed of the constituents of each group. As a slower walker I generally found myself at the back and some distance behind the leaders. Initially Ned, Ellen and Liddy formed the front group with Tash and myself bringing up the rear.

What struck me as we followed the other three was how alike Ellen and Liddy looked. With identical outfits and both with long blonde hair, from behind you could actually pass them off as sisters, if not twins. Only their difference in height – Ellen’s 182cm while Liddy would be about 177, with the result Ellen’s bikini bottoms always peeked out from beneath her dress, whereas Liddy’s just gave occasional flashes of hers – spoilt the illusion of identical twins. From the front, you might have picked them as mother and daughter.

To give her due respect, Liddy made every effort to engage each of us in conversation through the walk. After about 20 minutes, she dropped back to join Tash and myself, Tash taking the opportunity to stretch her legs to move up to the faster group up front.

I must have said something in our conversation yesterday which intrigued her. She’d picked up that my presence in the Pacific was not just a random frolic and that there was something behind it. She gradually turned the conversation back around to our pasts.

I suppose thinking that giving something of herself away would facilitate that, she revealed she’d been widowed at 50; the father of her children dying in a car accident but at least leaving her comfortably off financially. After two years she’d remarried, only to find the apparently charming man she’d fallen for was actually abusive. She didn’t put it that way, but she was clearly strong enough not to stand for that. She quickly divorced him; but having obtained enough video evidence of his abuse and manipulation that his attempt to share her wealth failed and indeed, he found himself on criminal charges.

With her kids going their own way and temporarily at a loss as to what to do with her life, old friends of hers had talked her into joining them on the yacht cruise.

That of course opened the way for me to talk about my past and it was actually lovely to be able to talk with someone who understood all too well what I’d been through without in any way being judgemental about my slowness to act. The empathy and understanding she showed in the discussion felt all too real and it was perhaps the most supportive discussion on the topic I’d ever had; not least of all because Frank had always been able to turn on the charm for my parents enough that they did wholly believe what I told them.

But slowly that discussion turned to how I’d ended up on Ned’s yacht. And inevitably she very subtly started to probe around the question of the sexual relations on the boat. It wasn’t that I wasn’t willing to put her out of her misery, it’s just I wasn’t sure how to blurt out… “You know we all fuck Ned nearly every day.”

Still, in ever diminishing circles around the issue, she eventually asked straight out…

“I noticed you and Ellen sleep with Ned?”

I decided to answer in a way that laid out the whole sordid story; making it clear a night sleeping with him was rarely merely that.

“We all take turns. And the one that doesn’t get to have sex with him overnight gets private time during the day.”

Her jaw nearly dropped, even if her voice remained level.

“So he has sex with each of you every day. How does he manage that?”

I was tempted to tell her he’d had sex five times last night but thought the better of it. Instead I described how Issie had introduced the concept of ‘fuck me’ bikinis and other clothing and how that, combined with a lot of flirting and other fooling around, seems to keep what we call his testosterone up.

“Do you girls actually want sex every day?”

“We’re the ones who always instigate sex. Ned just goes along with it. He certainly never makes us do something we don’t want eryaman escort to.”

“But why. I would have thought that’s more than most women want?”

I described to her Ellen’s theory of ‘the fear of missing out’, but as she kept gently and unjudgmentally questioning me, I began to realise my motivation was far more complex than that. Yes, the fact we’ve each came aboard in a somewhat sex deprived state contributed to it; but you’d think that would burn itself out – as in fact it seems to be with Tash, who’s needs don’t seem to be as constant.

But really, as we talked, I came to fully realise how my ten years with Frank had left this giant empty void in my sexuality. The way Ned had linked being loved with intimacy and highly enjoyable sex had made it almost addictive. The void was being slowly filled, but there was a long way to go yet. On top of that, presenting myself sexually and feeling sexy for it, just seemed to make me feel like sex. It was a self-reinforcing virtuous circle if you think having a lot of sex is a good thing.

At one stage, as I nearly broke up while talking about the contrast between life with Frank and life with Ned, she put an arm reassuringly around my shoulder; making me feel quite close to her.

“How did it all start?”

That of course led me to talk about Issie and how we’d been planning to seduce Ned and of the night it had all just fallen into place and of how when each of Ellen and Tash had later come aboard, they been given the choice of participating or not.

“I suspect you and Ellen really love him, don’t you? And I’ve seen how he loves you guys in return. I’m not so sure about Tash.”

“I think that’s probably right. I suspect Tash largely uses Ned for sex. She respects him, even likes him, but she’s more emotionally detached and for that reason Ned probably keeps his own emotional distance.”

“What about when the trip’s over?”

“Ned has always said he’s too old for us and our future lies elsewhere. He’s even encouraged us to have things like ‘sleepovers’ if we meet someone nice while were travelling about, but none of us have ever done it.”

“You don’t really want to give him up when you get back, do you?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Certainly for you. Maybe for Ellen too. But what about if you want children. Ned’s going to be too old to start over being a father again isn’t he?”

I incoherently floundered for an answer.

“I know. Maybe. That’s where a big issue is. I’m not sure how that works out.”

I think she’d come within a millimetre of having the courage to ask if Ned was allowed sleepovers too; but held back.

Liddy and I had been walking alone for maybe 20 minutes. During that time we’d slowly dropped back from the other three. I’d seen both Ellen and Ned look back occasionally to see where we were. Eventually Ned stopped the lead party to let us catch up. In the reshuffle that brought about I noticed Liddy manage to cut Ellen out form the group and have a long talk with her too before re-joining the party that included Ned.

During the course of the morning we manage to find and admire the ancient stone ruins of the original civilisation on the Island in the Valley of the Kings. From there we moved on across the peak of the ridge that runs from North to South on the island and into the little township around the shore of Vairou Bay, stopping for some refreshments at a general store.

Further along out on Fitiiu Point we looked at an old WW2 gun emplacement before coming to the end of the point itself. Our intention had been that, after a swim here, this would be our turn back point. We moved beyond some cottages and around to the South East of the point where we found a private beach and stripped off for the swim.

It was as Liddy took off her sundress that I had my final disappointment. In a way my mother had kept her figure nearly as well as Liddy. Maybe she’d put on a little more weight and was showing some orange peel. And certainly her boobs had sagged way more than (what I assumed were) Liddy’s implants. But overall, she wasn’t that different. But mum’s stomach displayed clear evidence of the children she’d borne. Her navel had always struck me as looking like someone had stamped it in with a large dried prune; badly stretched and with its edges flappy and uneven and surrounded by stretch marks, there was nothing left of the neatness of her teenage one.

But Liddy had escaped even that. Maybe, because I made a point of looking, I could see it had been changed in the course of her carrying children. But you had to look closely and it was subtle. And not a single stretch mark could be seen on the flawless skin of her stomach. Maybe she lacked the prominent mons that Ned found so attractive in me and there was a general outward curve to her stomach rather than a plank flatness. But she had a better figure than most of today’s crop of 30 year olds and I was having a lot of trouble coming up with the distinguishing feature that would make it clear to Ned that younger is better.

Just off Fitiiu Point a narrow deep channel stands between the point and the shallow lagoon that forms part of the outer fringe of the reef. Out in this lagoon is where you find some of the postcard sights of the Island like the resorts with their rooms stretched out on pylons over the water.

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“You are the dumbest smart person, I have ever met. You have helped a hundred people get straightened out. Now you fall for a stripper who is playing you like a cheap violin.”

You could hear the love flowing out of Chloe as she tenderly counseled me.

“You have all the hot sex you can handle. I know dozens of women who want to be with you. You’re so active, successful and happy. Why did you fall for a bitch who just sees you as a mark? Do we have to fuck you into a stupor before we let your fifty-five year old dumb-ass body out of the house?”

I deserved all this. It was all too true. I had long wanted an older female friend with common interests to go places with and talk to. Chloe, Tickles and all of Chloe’s girls were so young. I loved to look at them, touch them, make love with them, kid with them, taste them. But as soon as the sex was over, talking and spending time with them just didn’t do it for me. Their interests were I-pod avant-garde music, clothes, boys and shopping. Their language was valley speak. I was getting overdosed with nineteen-year old brains.

Chloe had discovered that I had been matching my schedule to that of an older stripper at our local club. When Tickles also found out that I had given her several expensive gifts, she told Chloe and the shit hit the fan. It was still splattering around the house.

“I can just see you at the rack, drooling like a PLM (pathetic little man). I bet you beg for VIP dances and for her to meet you outside the bar. Damn-it, Bob, you know the score. You set me up in the BDSM business and are part owner in two clubs. What’s wrong with you? Are you getting senile?”

I got up and started to get a glass of wine.

“You just going to walk away from me?”

“No, just waiting for you to wind down so we can talk. I’ll admit, I’m screwed up on this. I don’t think getting dressed down is helping but you and Tickles probably can help me get my head back on straight.”

“O Bullshit. Pull you head out of your ass. Do you think your stripper cares about you? If she did she would tell you. She would ask you out. Or at least clarify the situation by giving you an out call price. Next, maybe you can look for a date on death row at the women’s prisons. Those women probably make better friends than some old cold hearted, usury stripper.”

“Chloe, I know you are mad at me. I am too. But my feelings are raw. You’re pissing me off. I’m hurt, rejected and horny. Keep it up and I’ll throw you down on the couch and fuck you out of spite.”

With hindsight, I know her response was on purpose just to goad me. “Your pitiful. Do you think your old body could take me. I’m in better shape than you. You better pick on some old worn out hooker. That’s more your speed. Maybe she will let you pay her three times what she’s worth and let you tell her you love her.”

I lunged toward her; she stood in defiance. I grabbed a handful of her hair and the waistband of her sweat pants and spun her roughly, slamming her face down on to the overstuffed brown leather couch. She struggled, so I forced my knee and all my weight into the small of her back and stripped off her pants with my right cebeci escort hand. My thumb pushed into her cunt and between that grip and my handful of her hair, I pushed her head and shoulders over the arm of the couch and knelt behind her, forcing her legs apart.

Chloe and I had had sex a couple of dozen times. Usually she liked control. I suspected she would respond to rough sex but this was bordering on rape. I didn’t really want her. I wanted to control her, make her shut-up and get rid of the pain inside me. All this struggling had excited me. My cock was hard and sticking out the leg of my baggy shorts. I pulled my cock and balls free, aimed and brought the head to Chloe’s cunt. For a second, I started to think about what I was doing. But she took logic from me.

“Do it, you dumb Son-of-Bitch. Fuck me. Rape me. Do what you want. Cum in my cunt and then force Tickles to suck it out of me. Fuck me until you know when a woman wants you and is worth fucking.”

With a roar, I buried my cock into her. She was holding her head off the floor with her hands as I pounded into her. Her ass cheeks were jiggling with each thrust and the heavy couch was scooting around. Our bodies were loudly slapping together.

“Harder, you wimp. I barely can feel you fucking me.”

I pulled her hips back and thrust. She knew what she was doing. She knew I was longer than she was deep. She knew this was going to hurt. I drove hard hitting her cervix. Her whole body recoiled and she screamed, “Again. Do it again.”

I gave her what she asked for. With each thrust I felt her battered insides slip around my cock trying to escape the assault. She pushed back into my thrust making it hurt even more. I slapped her ass.

“Harder, you asshole! Make me cum!”

I put an open hand on each of her ass cheeks. She was drooling on the floor, making unintelligible sounds and begging to cum. When her climax raked through her body, I squeezed her ass as hard as I could and drove my dick into her at an angle that would give maximum pain to her. Her scream almost made me care. But I could not care right then. I was pumping rope after rope of sperm into her. I kept driving into her until my dick began to soften. I wanted her to pay.

About the time Chloe’s and my eyes began to focus again. Tickles and Trisha began clapping. They had been leaning against the wall near us, watching.

I helped Chloe back on to the couch, laying her on her back, pushing one leg over the couch’s high back and spreading her wide. Her eyes sparkled. She remembered what she had asked.

Tickles spoke first, “That was the hottest, roughest fuck I have ever watched. I wish I had gotten here sooner to watch the beginning.”

I walked to her with my dripping dick pointing the way. “I promised to do one more thing, Tickles.”

“What’s that?”

She was a little reluctant as I manhandled her across the room and pushed her down between Chloe’s widely stretched legs and cum drenched pussy.

“Chloe told me I had to force you to lick my cum out of her cunt.”

Tickles would have done that readily, but I çukurambar escort forced her head firmly between Chloe’s legs anyway. I could see her lips and tongue willingly seek our combined juices. Tickles let the pressure from my hands rock her face, opening Chloe’s cunt and to pushing her mouth deep into the slippery hole.

Chloe was returning to her primary nature. Her hands pushed mine away, closed around Tickles’ head and she directed everything. She would cum soon and push even more of my cum out of her body for Tickles to suck and lap and swallow.

My cock noticed Tickles’ little shaved wet pussy smiling from under her skirt as she licked away. Sex could never be better than it was with these two. My cock was hard wanting its second cunt in less than fifteen minutes. When I slipped into Tickles, she groaned into Chloe. Chloe began to cum and feed Tickles. I watched and pumped steadily, not really needing release, just enjoying the massage my cock was getting from Tickles magnificent tight sheath.

Tickles didn’t usually cum from just fucking. I wanted to cum again and Chloe owed her one now. I lay down on my back on the floor and pulled Tickles to me. Her cunt swallowed my dick with ease, right to the base. I motioned for Chloe to sit behind her, across my legs. As Tickles rocked, Chloe reached around her. One hand teased Tickles’ nipples. The other rubbed her clit and occasionally dipped a finger into Tickles’ cunt, stroking its way beside my embedded cock.

The earlier show and all the stimulation had Tickles cuming quickly. But she could tie a few together and was so beautiful to watch when she did. Her head rolled back onto Chloe’s shoulder, her arms hung limply. She was forcing herself to be still. Outwardly only her moans gave her away. Inside her, my cock knew when she came. Three times she clinched and rippled around me before she pushed Chloe’s fingers away from her clit.

They were so beautiful. Chloe gently held the very relaxed Tickles until Tickles raised her pussy off my now soaked, but unsatisfied dick.

“Before you girls go anywhere, would you please finish me off?”

Four hands, two tongues and two sets of lips are magnificent torture to a well-fucked sensitive cock head. Chloe especially loved my discomfort. She even moved to my side and used her legs and entire weight to pin one of my hands down, then she had Tickles pin the other so I could not protect myself. She would suck and lick then twist her fist around the ridge. Then she would pull the skin back tightly and hold my cock straight up for Tickles to copy every torturing lick, suck and twist.

The pain was so exquisite, my entire body curled into a ball when I came. That pushed Chloe completely away but left Tickles with her mouth on me sucking every drop hungrily. After my balls were dry and my dick was half soft, Tickles lay her head on my belly with my cock still in her mouth. I closed my eyes for just a few minutes. Every once in a while she would nurse.

Something different was touching me. I looked up to see Chloe staring down at me with her foot and toes rubbing demetevler escort around my dick and balls.

“Don’t think we are finished with you. We have lots of plans to cure you of your puppy love for your dirty old stripper.”

From the near by wall we heard another voice, “Smile when you say ‘dirty old stripper’ or I’ll pull your nipples off.” We all laughed and turned to Trisha. She had her hand down her pants.

As I got to my feet, Trisha met me, reached out and massaged my wet soft cock with her hand, “Bob you are a big lying tease. You just screwed two nineteen year olds; I bet you even bruised Chloe’s cunt and you have the gall to tell me I know too much.”

“How can I argue with you holding me like this. Stay with us tonight and let me risk embarrassing myself. You know that I’ve wanted you for years. We even tried to get together a couple of times but you always were so busy bailing out a boyfriend or something.”

“I’ll stay. You remember my rules?”

I took her hand from my half hard cock, pushed it and her other one behind her and pinned her roughly to the wall. She was a very strong girl. We had wrestled before and she was as much as I could handle. She started to fight but I pushed my free hand down the front of her pants and began fingering her wet cunt and rubbing her clit with my thumb. She had already worked herself near climax.

“I remember your rules but some of them conflict with mine. You’ll cum plenty but you’re in my house. In fact I want you to cum now.”

I kept her hands pinned and eased us both to our knees still finger fucking her. My finger pumped fast and hard. In less than a couple of minutes she came. When she did I kissed her.

I very softly rubbed her sensitive clit, making her squirm in my grasp. “OK, I broke two of your rules, I didn’t use lube and I kissed you. What are you going to do about it.”

Playfully and for our audience’s benefit she said, “Let you break most of the others.”

She leaned into me and whispered. “That was good. You surprised me and I surprised myself by responding. Just remember some of my rules are very important to me?”

I whispered back, “I know which ones not to break and why but I’ll break all the other ones I want to, just to make you fight before you cum. I’m not one of the people you have intimidated. Remember who you are trying to boss around.”

She didn’t like that answer. She looked so strong but I knew she had colon cancer and had to shun anal. She worked harder than anyone for ten hours but collapsed exhausted, often without eating just to be able to rest enough to work again. Most of her teeth were false and she was embarrassed to be seen without them. She avoided oral, less, in reciprocation, she was asked to take a cock into her mouth. Her thin body was beautiful in clothes but her breasts were fake and hard: she had heard many unkind words about them. Many times she had said she needed to have sex but wanted straight sex, no foreplay. I had known her way too long to believe that. She just did not want to be put down any more, about her past, her health or her body.

“Please stay tonight, Trisha. You know I like your company. We can pick on the kids together.”

“OK, I’ll stay because I still need to get fucked. You’re the only male here. No telling how long I’ll have to wait for you to recover.”

“Why is everyone pushing my buttons today? Be careful. You saw what happened to Chloe.”

“Yes, I did, big boy. Can you do it again? At least before morning.”

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This is a work of fiction and all the characters are over 18 years old. This story has MFF group sexual activity so if you are uncomfortable with that then this story is not for you.

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This story takes place after “Threesome with Two Asian Beauties” with the same main characters. You do not have to read that story in order to understand this story, but it could help you to better know the characters and their backgrounds.

I hope you enjoy the story.

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It was close to 9:00 am on a summer Saturday in our small south Georgia town, I was just finishing my morning run and was looking forward to passing the house next door to mine where Sue and Lee Pham lived.

By way of background my name is James, and I am a late fifties retiree living alone after my wife passed away a few years ago. I keep my six-foot, 180-pound frame in shape by running at least 3 miles a day. Some yoga, calisthenics, and light weights kept my abs sharp and arms and chest muscular. Sue was my next-door neighbor, and she is a thirty-something Korean beauty with immaculate porcelain skin and full breasts. She was also a recent widower and I had helped her through all the hassles and bureaucracy that came in the aftermath of her husband’s death. Lee Pham was Sue’s only distant relative and she had come to live with Sue after her husband’s passing. Lee is in her twenties and has medium-sized pert breasts with a lithe athletic body, and dark olive-colored skin.

Last week I was coming back from a run and right in front of their house I pulled a hamstring so badly that I could not walk. They both came to my aid, took me in their house, and stretched and massaged me which relieved my pain. It also led to a completely unexpected threesome with Sue, Lee Pham, and myself. It was so amazing that I began to think that perhaps I had dreamed it happened.

This Saturday it was already close to 90 degrees and I was covered with sweat even though I only had on faded nylon shorts, shoes, and sunglasses. I went to the hose on the side of my house that faced Sue’s home, and I began to wash off the perspiration letting the water run all over my body. I looked over into the window at the neighboring house and saw a welcome sight.

Sue was standing in the window in a silk robe with her dark red hair up in a bun. Lee Pham was just behind Sue with her head looking over Sue’s shoulder, and her arms around Sue’s waist. As I let the cascading water soak me, my growing dick was coated by the wet material of my shorts. Lee Pham and Sue were staring at me intently watching every line and movement of my body. I began to perceive Sue’s nipples in the silk as those nubs grew harder and harder.

Lee Pham then slowly moved her hands up the front of Sue and gently brushed back and forth across Sue’s hardening nipples. Sue slightly opened her mouth and her hips began to slowly sway, but she never took her eyes off my body. Lee raised her hands from Sue’s covered tits and put her fingers inside the front edges of the robe, and Lee’s hands haltingly slid down, opening the robe.

The sides of Sue’s round breasts came into view, and Lee’s fingers continued down. Sue’s mouth was formed into a soft round “O”, and her eyes widened as I reached down and squeezed my eight-inch dick that was now clearly visible in my sopping shorts.

The robe was now open down past Sue’s waist with her nipples only covered right at the edges of the robe. Lee’s fingers traveled back up and slipped under the robe and began circling Sue’s already hard nipples. Sue shrugged her shoulders and the light robe slipped down her body.

Those glorious breasts were now completely exposed, and Lee ran her hands under both large full round breasts. Even though they were heavy they were firm and stood up and out from Sue’s chest. The areolae were 3 inches in diameter and very distinct perfect circles with each nipple right in the center, and both were on the center front of each breast so they gave the impression of eyes staring straight ahead, staring…at me.

My gaze traveled up to Sue’s face and she could see the effect that the sight of her body was having on me, I was absolutely transfixed by her beauty. She relaxed into a knowing smile and she raised a hand waving to me to come over to her house.

I turned off the hose and went to the back of Sue’s house. As I stepped up on the back patio I saw that Sue had her robe back on and she handed me a towel through the sliding glass door, Lee Pham was behind the glass door watching me. I pulled off my sunglasses, shoes and shorts and began drying off while looking back at Lee. I stretched the towel over my shoulders and scrubbed my back dry, which caused my semi-erect dick to wave back and forth. Lee stared at my cock and then easily pulled off her yoga top. I looked at her medium size tits, the nipples and dark circles around them were fascinating ankara olgun escort to me, they stood up on each breast and were out to the side so they almost pointed away from each other.

I stepped into the house and Lee met me, taking me into her arms and raising her lips to mine. As we kissed I reached my hands behind her and began to knead her firm buttocks. We continued our embrace with our bodies sliding against each other, our tongues began to make contact.

Sue came up alongside us, brought her face up to the junction of Lee’s and my mouths, and she laid an arm on each of our shoulders. At first Sue just watched as we continued French kissing, then when we had our tongues extended from our mouths Sue put her tongue between ours. Now we had all three of our tongues snaking back and forth, exploring and licking each other. Then we all pushed in and our lips and tongues were writhing across each other as we licked and sucked at each other’s wet mouths.

“Mmmmm!” moaned Lee as she sucked both of our tongues into her mouth. Sue and I pushed in as close as possible and we both began to explore inside of Lee’s warm mouth. We took our time and rubbed our tongues along each other as well as twisting in Lee’s wet chamber. Lee kept licking underneath our tongues as they moved in her mouth.

Sue backed up and said, “Let’s take this over to the couch, ” and she led us into the living room.

As I sat on the sofa Sue slipped out of her robe and sat next to me totally naked. Lee came and stood directly in front of me and put her hands on her hips and began to shimmy as she pushed down her tight yoga pants. Then as the pants were at her ankles she leaned down towards me supporting herself with a hand on my leg. Sue reached up and fondled and pulled on one of Lee’s nipples, “Look at how hard and erect they are, ” Sue exclaimed as she presented Lee’s nipple to me, “she is very excited.”

“Me too, ” I replied and turned to Sue and began kissing her as Lee kicked aside her yoga pants and knelt between my legs. Lee reached out and grasped my hard erect cock and then took the head in her mouth, she let her tongue slide out along the underside of my throbbing cock. As Lee let her saliva roll down my shaft Sue put her arm around me and watched with interest.

Sue then leaned close to me and whispered, “Lee wants to feel your dick inside her, but she is afraid because it is so big.” Then Sue turned my face towards hers and said quietly, “You will be good to her, won’t you?”

I looked down at Lee and she was absorbed with feeling my cock in her mouth, turning to Sue I replied, “Yes, I will be good to her.” Sue smiled and leaned in and kissed me.

Sue whispered back, “I am going to talk about putting your dick in our mouths because that will take her mind off making love to you until she is ready, ok?” I nodded in agreement.

Then in a louder voice so Lee could hear Sue said, “James, I know from the way that your body reacts that you like our mouths on your dick, but do you like some types of sucking better than others?”

We were both seeing Lee continue to take more and more of my dick in her mouth, she probably had five of my eight inches in her mouth and I could feel the head bumping at her throat. As Lee’s lips gently closed and opened on my shaft I had to concentrate just to think about Sue’s question and not just moan from the incredible sensation of my cock covered by this sensuous mouth. “First of all, you are right that anytime my cock goes inside one of your mouths it feels amazing, ” I said. “There are a couple of things I really like, and one is what Lee is doing now. She is taking my dick really deep and doing it slowly, her lips feel great on my shaft.” I took Sue’s hand and pulled it down to where Lee’s mouth was surrounding my cock. We both felt Lee’s face and lips right at the place where I was entering her mouth, and Lee looked up at us and hummed enjoying the attention.

“So you like what is called ‘deep throat’ then?” asked Sue.

“I do like my cock deep in a mouth, ” I said. “Ohhh, that feels amazing…unghhh! Sorry, but it is hard to talk when it feels so good!” Lee was leaning forward and taking as much of my cock as deeply as she could.

Sue leaned in, “No need to apologize, you are so kind, that is a big reason that Lee and I both like you so much.” Sue then began to kiss me softly and tentatively probe her tongue in my mouth. Lee’s forehead began to touch my abs and she started to gag on my pulsing cock.

I reached down and lifted Lee’s head slightly. “I don’t like it if you gag on my dick, ” I said, “it has never made me feel good if I think I am hurting you when you are sucking my dick.”

“You are so sweet, ” Sue said and she put her hands on each side of my face and pulled me to her in a passionate kiss. Lee began to slide back up my shaft until just the head was in her mouth, and she moved her mouth all over ankara ucuz escort the head of my cock. I moaned into Sue’s mouth and she extended her tongue down into my mouth as if trying to touch where the sound came from. I sucked on Sue’s tongue and wondered if that was what it was like for them when they sucked my dick.

Sue and I paused and watched Lee moving her mouth all across my swollen knob. “That is something that feels good, when you or Lee explore all over the head of my dick. The tongue and lips on my head and all around it, rubbing all over the rim of the head.” We watched as Lee did that, and then begin to lick at the slit and suck off the precum there. Lee’s mouth then traveled down below the head as she kissed and licked at my frenum.

“Urghh…” I groaned as Lee was rapidly moving her mouth all about my rock hard dick. “I cannot take much more of that!”

Lee rose up and said, “Mr. James I want to try to put that big dick in me now.” She got on the couch putting a knee on one side of my legs, and holding herself above me with a foot outside my other leg. She then reached down and pulled the head of my cock to her wet entrance. As she held my throbbing cock there she lowered her body onto me.

The head of my dick was at Lee’s wet slit and Sue reached out and spread the pussy lips around my cockhead. Lee squatted and applied more pressure, my rock hard dick was forced against her opening. “Oh, oh, …ow, ” Lee grimaced as she tried to take me in.

Sue stood and took Lee’s face in her soft hands, “Relax, it will be ok, ” she said to Lee.

Lee was shuddering with desire and frustration, she had practically all her weight resting on her cunt which was sitting on my dick. Sue reached down and began to rub Lee’s clit. “Just let go, don’t try so hard, ” she told Lee.

As she continued to rub at the point of entry Sue put a hand up to Lee’s cheek, “Kiss me, ” she said. Sue and Lee began to make out and I sensed Lee’s body relaxing somewhat, my dick was like an iron rod with Lee sitting atop it.

Sue’s efforts were helping as Lee’s body was less tense. Sue was rubbing easily on Lee’s pussy and I could feel the liquid sliding down my shaft as Lee’s body was working to lubricate her for my entry. “Yes, …yes, it will feel so good, ” Sue whispered in Lee’s ear.

Then gradually, slowly, the head of my dick started into Lee. “Urgh, …oh God, …uhnn, …so big!” grunted Lee.

My hips started humping up involuntarily as my body tried to drive my dick upward. I managed to suppress these movements as I tried to go slowly for Lee. Sue rubbed one of Lee’s nipples and looked down at her straining pussy, “You are doing great, it is going in now, ” she said to Lee.

My head was going into Lee’s tight vagina and I could feel her pussy lips now stretched out around the slick shaft of my dick just below the cockhead. “Argh, …that feels so good, ” I said, “I love your pussy on my dick.” The tight channel was like a velvet vice on my cock.

“Ohhh, Mr James, you like my pussy?…Oh!…Uhn, ” Lee whimpered. “Do you like to fuck me with your huge dick?”

I leaned forward and put my hands on Lee’s hips and pulled down forcing over half my cock up into Lee. “Yesssss!” I growled, “I love to fuck you, it is so good!” My instincts began to take over and my hips started thrusting again and again.

Sue had her arm around Lee helping support her as she bounced on my dick. “uhn, …oh, …erh, …uhf, …urh, …” Lee panted with each thrust. Sue’s big tits were pushed into Lee’s breasts and I watched their erect nipples rubbing each other as Lee moved up and down.

I looked up from their tits at Sue and she smiled back at me. We both turned to look at Lee, her head was rolling about her shoulders and she was clearly in a state of bliss. “Ohhhhhh, …Ohhhh, …, ” Lee was crying out as I fucked her more and more deeply.

Then Lee arched her back and I could feel her pussy walls closing on my dick as she came. “AHHHHHH!…Urhhhh! …AHHHHH!” she screamed. I had my arms under her back and I held her up as her body spasmed in ecstasy with my dick fully inside her. I held her there until her body stopped twitching.

Lee then rolled back forward and put her hands on my shoulders and begin to lift herself up off my dick. “uhn, …uhn, ..” she bit her lip as her pussy lips pulled along the length of my erect cock. She then laid on my chest and rested her head on my shoulder looking over at Sue.

Sue leaned in and kissed Lee on the lips, “That was beautiful, ” she said to Lee.

Lee replied, “Uhf, …th, thanks to you both. It was so good.”

We stayed there resting for a few minutes and then Sue said, “Lee, I am afraid I have to disturb your rest. I need something from James now.”

Lee smiled bashfully and said, “Of course, I am sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Come, let’s all go in the bedroom, ” Sue held out her hands ankara yabancı escort to us. As we walked down the hall my erect cock was bobbing up and down, Sue looked down at it and smiled.

Sue laid back on the sheets and spread her legs, her cunt was shining with excitement. I climbed between her legs and she pulled my cock up to her wet slit and began to rub the head all along her pussy and clit. As she did this I looked down admiring her body, the smooth abs, the huge round tits with erect nipples standing inside large dark circles, and the long slender neck. “You have the most beautiful body I have ever seen, ” I said.

“That is great, because, …” Sue said as she spread her pussy lips apart with one hand, and with the other hand pushed the head of my dick into that gap, “you are going to make this body feel very, very good!”

I moved my hips forward and my dick sank into Sue’s wet warm cunt. “Ohhh..” moaned Sue feeling my big cock slide up inside her and she reached up and put her hand just below my navel applying gentle pressure. “Even though you were inside me once before you must still go slow at first, you have a very big penis.”

Lee came up alongside Sue and we all three watched as my pulsing cock gradually moved into Sue’s body. “It is so hot to watch this, ” said Lee as she reached out and ran her hand up my chest and squeezed one of my nipples.

I kept advancing with small gentle thrusts and Sue reached down and gently stroked her pussy lips and her clit. Lee had one hand on one of my nipples and the other hand on one of Sue’s nipples gently rubbing and pulling them. Then Lee leaned in and began to suck my sensitive nipple while continuing to fondle Sue’s tit as well. After a few minutes Lee switched so that she was licking and sucking Sue’s breast while pulling at my hardened nipple.

Then, on my balls I felt the contact with Sue’s butt, I was fully inside her. Sue felt it too, “Oh yes, your giant dick feels so good deep in my pussy!”

I leaned forward pushing Lee aside and ran my arms down under Sue’s back. My hands came up on her shoulders, her firm tits were crushed into my chest. I began to pull down driving my hard cock up into Sue, she responded by arching her back pushing her pussy further onto my dick. As I groaned in pleasure I could hear a sound from deep in Sue’s throat, “Uhhhhm…” she sighed.

I held myself there for several moments with my entire dick covered and squeezed by Sue’s incredible cunt. Then propping myself up on my elbows I began slow and deep strokes. Sue’s hips were undulating in time with me, “Oh yes, oh yes, …I love it, ” she said.

Then I felt Lee’s hands on each side of my face as she slowly turned my head until I was looking to the side of the bed where Lee had put a full length mirror in a chair next to the bed. “See?” Lee said, “it is beautiful watching you two!”

Lee was right. As gorgeous and sexy as Sue was to see, it was also amazing to watch both our bodies moving together as we made love. I enjoyed seeing my butt rise and fall as I felt my dick plunging into Sue’s pussy. I would look down and see Sue’s tits rocking back and forth, and then look over in the mirror and see an erect nipple pulled up tightly off one of the same shaking breasts.

I was not the only one enthralled by the erotic show, Sue was also staring intently at the mirror. I noticed her eyes in the mirror moving back and forth in time with my thrusts. Then Sue put her hand under her breast closest to the mirror and pulled it up towards her mouth, she did not look down at her breast, but instead watched her reflection of herself. Her tongue slowly protruded and then licked across her own breast, she watched in the mirror as her tongue flicked her nipple back and forth.

Lee had her mouth on Sue’s other breast sucking the nipple, but her focus was watching Sue in the mirror as Sue’s tongue explored the dark areola and hardened nub of her own tit. I was also entranced watching in the mirror as Sue’s tongue tried to lasso her nipple.

Then Sue pulled her heavy orb up so that her lips could close on the enflamed nipple, “Mmmmm, …Mmmmmm, …, ” she moaned as she suckled herself. I could also hear the sounds of Lee sucking at Sue’s other tit, Lee’s head was twisting all across Sue’s breast as her movements became more and more fervent. My steady strokes were becoming faster and faster as my diamond hard prick reacted to the lust-filled show of these two women mauling those huge tits.

Then Sue could not hold back any longer, she pulled Lee’s head down onto her tit and threw her head back, “OHHHHHHhhhhhhh, YES!” she screamed. Her hips were bucking up off the bed, and her whole body was writhing in the sheets, it was consumed by her orgasm. She pushed her sopping cunt up onto my throbbing pole.

“ERGHHH!” I hollered as I drove my dick into her as deeply as I could, our pubic bones were pushed into each other. The sperm raced from my balls as I drenched Sue’s womb with my cum. “ARGHhhhh!…ARGhhhhh!,…Rrrrrrrr,…” my body jerked over and over as I came.

As our orgasms subsided we started to catch our breath. My dick buried deep in Sue was softening, but the sensation of continuing to be completely surrounded by that saturated warm tunnel was still magical even after depositing my load in it. I held myself there twitching in post-orgasmic bliss.

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“Oh. My. GOD! Deb, that is so hot,” Aaron cried out, his eyes wide.

His wife could only murmur a muffled “Mmhmm” and glance up at his face. Her current position, kneeling over him on the bed, her mouth around his cock, and a hand reaching behind her back to stuff her favorite toy into her pussy, didn’t leave much opportunity for conversation.

Deb loved giving blow jobs, and she also loved fucking herself with a toy. One thing lead to another, and the two had figured out this nice new arrangement. Deb found that cock in her mouth and toy in her pussy was even better in combination.

Aaron, for his part, loved to watch his wife fuck herself. But in the back of his mind, he imagined not a toy in her pussy, but the cock of another man. It was a fantasy he’d admitted to Deb, but one they’d never acted upon. Here, though, was a fun substitute, and he loved every second of it.

For that matter, so did Deb. She was happy to play along with Aaron’s request, and found that she loved the feeling of two hard cocks inside her at one time, even if one was only plastic. Privately, she wondered what it would be like to have the real thing, sandwiched between two men desperate to please her. Her fantasy gave her a little thrill, and, her arousal heightened, continued to suck her husband’s cock deep into her mouth.

The combination of his wife’s mouth on his cock, the visual of watching her fuck herself with the toy, and imagining watching another man behind her was soon too much for Aaron. His cock began to swell as he felt his orgasm rising. Aaron moaned as he shot his load in his wife’s mouth, his legs spasming as he came.

Deb latched her mouth solidly around Aaron’s cock and sucked, her tongue swirling around the underside of his cock, and felt him tense beneath her. She held him solidly in her mouth as he came down from his orgasm, feeling satisfaction from the effect she had on him.

Deb stood, casually removing the toy from inside her and wiping her lips where some of Aaron’s seed had dribbled out.

“Come on lover, get dressed,” Deb instructed, “You know we’re due at Kim and Brandon’s house.”

Aaron could only whimper in response.

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An hour later, Aaron still felt unsteady on his feet from his wife’s earlier attentions. His bliss was interrupted the moment the two entered their friends’ house.

Aaron and Deb had known Kim and Brandon for years. The men had met in college, freshman year, and were instant friends. Deb and Kim had met through the two men, and the group had formed a close friendship. They were inseparable, and were central to each others lives. They graduated from college all in the same ceremony, served as best man and maid of honor at each others respective weddings, helped each other moved into their first apartment and first homes, and all were present at the birth of Kim and Brandon’s daughter.

So the moment they opened the door and heard raised voices from inside, Aaron and Deb knew something was wrong.

“All I asked was for you to get out the flatware!” Kim said pointedly.

“What the fuck is flatware?” responded Brandon.

Kim sighed in exasperation. “Ware that is flat! Like, plates!”

“Why didn’t you just say plates, then!”

The pair continued to argue about various synonyms for dishes. All the while, the keen of a young child’s cry filled the air.

“Let’s never have kids,” Aaron said under his breath.

Deb smacked him, and stepped across the threshold and into the house. Immediately she went into action, embracing Kim and scooping her daughter out of her hands. Deb directed Aaron to take Brandon and head off into the den, leaving Kim free to finish dinner.

Aaron took Brandon by the arm and directed him down the hall to the den, the room the ladies derogatorily referred to as the man-cave. The two men had shared a lot of time in here, mostly playing video games and yelling at the television, all while having a great time. For now, Brandon just slumped down in his seat and hung his head.

Ever the conversationalist, Aaron made a vague, non-committal grunt, and the two men sat in silence for the next ten minutes.

Back in the kitchen, Deb bounced the baby while Kim finished dinner, turning off the vegetables on the stove top and removing lasagna and garlic bread from the oven.

“So…” Deb began. “How are things?”

Kim sat down the lasagna with quite a bit more force than was absolutely necessary, startling both Deb and the baby. Furiously removing the oven mitts, Kim screwed up her face and looked as though she were about to let loose with a long string of obscenity. Then, she stopped, and took a moment to compose herself.

“I love that man,” Kim answered, “But sometimes he just is so hard to deal with.”

Deb nodded.

Kim continued. “He is so clueless. He tries, but he’s barely any help with the baby. It takes him about ten times as long to do anything around the house as it does me, so I have to do pretty much everything. On top of that, this is my last week off work, and I’m beşevler escort just nervous about going back, and don’t want to leave the baby with my mom.”

“It’s a lot to deal with,” Deb conceded.

“Yeah,” Kim agreed. “I’m just overwhelmed, and Brandon isn’t helping. Plus…”

“Plus what?”

“It’s kind of embarrassing.”

Kim put a hand on the other woman’s arm. “You can tell me. If you want, I mean.”

“It just feels like a stupid problem to have. But it’s with me and Brandon. He… This is so dumb. He just will not stop bugging me about having sex. It’s really become a point of contention. I think that’s one reason why he’s so stressed out.”

“Yeah, Aaron gets kind of needy about it when we haven’t done it in a while.”

“It’s weird, right?” Kim said. “I mean, it’s only been two months.”

“TWO MONTHS!?”

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“TWO MONTHS!? Jesus dude, I think my dick would shrivel up and die if I didn’t use it for two months,” confessed Aaron.

“Hah hah,” Brandon replied mirthlessly. “And it’s really been almost three. But who’s counting?”

“That sucks,” Aaron replied.

“Not really!” Brandon laughed.

Aaron slugged his friend. “It’ll get better, I’m sure. She just had the baby, she’s stressed out, you have to give her time.”

“Yeah,” Brandon said. “It’s just changed from what I was used to. Me and Kim used to do it all the time!”

“It’s slowed down a little for us, too. Usually only a couple nights a week,” Aaron said.

“Couple times a week? Shit, at college it was sometimes a couple times a day! You remember that girl Stacy?”

“Oh yeah, Stacy? That first weekend after move-in? I fucked her twice in the same day!” Brandon said.

“Holy shit,” Aaron said, sudden realization playing across his face.

“What?”

“If you’re talking about Saturday after move-in… I had sex with Stacy that night,” Aaron confessed.

“Sweet!” Brandon held out a hand in the universal move for a high-five. “We’re eskimo brothers!”

Aaron, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, returned the high-five.

“Man, those days are over, huh…” Brandon mused.

Maybe not, Aaron thought.

*********

“He just can’t leave it alone,” Kim complained. “I don’t know how men can be so needy! And he knows I don’t feel like it.”

Deb nodded, trying to sympathize, but she couldn’t imagine herself going two months without it. After nearly a week on her period without doing anything, she felt on edge. Poor Brandon.

“I wish there was something you could do to help!” Kim pleaded.

Maybe there was, Deb thought.

*********

Deb helped Kim wash and put dishes away after dinner. The two made small talk for a little while as the guys played their video games. Kim seemed exhausted, and kept getting called away as her infant daughter made noises from the other room. Deb’s concern for her friend grew.

The evening over, Deb and Aaron got into their car and started to head home.

“Aaron, those two are in trouble.”

“No shit,” replied Aaron.

“Be serious!” she said, smacking him on the arm.

“I AM serious! Brandon is really on edge.”

“And Kim is really stressed out, and Brandon isn’t helping. We really need to help them out,” Deb said.

“What did you have in mind?”

“What if…” Deb paused, searching Aaron’s face for a reaction, her own stomach doing flip-flops in anticipation of the question she was about to ask.

Aaron stared at her, his throat tight. He thought he knew what Deb was about to say.

Deb gathered herself, and asked, finally: “What if we let Brandon come over and… Have sex with me.”

Aaron exhaled deeply. He sat for a few moments in silence.

Deb watched him carefully, worried that she had misunderstood how much interest Aaron had in sharing her with another man, if he felt betrayed that she would even suggest such a thing.

“Aaron, I know this is an unusual request. Think about it,” Deb said. “But I think this can work out in your favor, too. We both know some of the things you’ve told me about.”

Aaron opened his mouth, and finally found his voice, although he sounded a little unsure. “No… I… I do want to help Brandon and Kim. It’s…” Aaron paused. “Frankly, it’s exciting. I just didn’t think you’d really want to!”

Deb smiled, and clutched Aaron’s hand, relieved that he wasn’t hurt by her suggestion. “I think I only considered it because they’re our friends, and they really seem to need our help. And I think you trust Brandon.”

“I do,” Aaron agreed, nodding his head. “I was afraid to ask myself, but it’s something I’ve thought about a lot. I’m in, if you are.”

“If it will help our friends, I am. Should I ask Kim?”

“Do it.”

Deb pulled out her phone and messaged Kim. She hoped Kim wouldn’t reach through the phone and strangle her for suggesting she let her husband fuck another woman.

*********

At first, Kim was shocked by Deb’s suggestion. büyükesat escort All Deb heard back was a terse “WHAT” and then nothing for an hour.

Deb finally heard back from Kim. It was a message that read “Call me”.

A frank conversation between Kim and Deb ensued as Aaron drove them back home. He heard most of the two women’s words, and was surprised how seriously Kim was considering this. He guessed that she must be either very frustrated with Brandon, or very sorry for him. Maybe both.

Like scheduling a doctor’s appointment, Kim and Deb agreed on a weekly schedule for Brandon to visit. Kim made Deb swear they would only meet on those days, at their house, for sex. This was not a relationship, and it was only temporary. She wanted to give Brandon an outlet, with someone she trusted, not give him carte blanche for adultery. Kim felt awful that she could not give Brandon what he needed, but hoped sometime soon she could. Kim also made Deb aware that whatever happened, Brandon was instructed to give Kim each and every detail.

Deb agreed to all those conditions. She did want to help her friends, and knew that there was a possibility of fulfilling her husband’s wildest dreams.

With that, it was done. Every Tuesday, when Aaron was out for his weekly poker night, Brandon would come over and visit. They set up the first time for next week.

*********

“Alright, I’m heading out,” announced Aaron as he put on his shoes and gathered up his wallet and phone.

Deb had been watching the clock, her nervousness growing as the time approached. She felt a little unsteady.

Aaron shared in Deb’s uncertainty. He had fantasized about this happening, but here was the reality. He wondered if he even wanted to go through with it at all. Should he call it off?

Deb walked over to Aaron, and embraced him, a little harder than usual.

“You okay?” she asked.

Aaron pondered. Was he? He trusted his wife. He knew this was his house, and anyone here was only a guest. He trusted Brandon. He was honestly excited by what might happen.

But was he okay?

“Yes.” Aaron stood, and embraced his wife fully, and a swell of feeling overcame him. “I love you, Deb.”

The emotion in Aaron’s voice caused Deb’s heart to skip a beat. “I love you, too. Nothing will change that.”

“I know,” Aaron responded simply, confidently. He had made up his mind. Smiling, he released Deb, and looked her straight in the eye. “Have fun. I’m looking forward to coming home to you!”

“I can’t wait.”

Aaron turned around and left and didn’t look back.

*********

Aaron could barely keep his attention on the cards in front of him. His mind kept wandering to what was going on at home. He was more than a little nervous. His wife with another man. Even if it was one of his best friends. Did that make it easier?

It had been his idea, of course. Now that it was really happening, he wasn’t sure how to feel.

Lost in thought, he jumped when his phone buzzed. He stood up from the poker table, nearly dropping the phone in his haste. Just a bill reminder email. He smiled ruefully, and tried to pull himself together. He told himself this would be worth it. He hoped his friend had fun with is wife. Then he realized how weird that was to consider in his head, and pushed out any other thoughts. He had a poker game to play, and he was on a winning streak.

*********

Deb was trying to make herself busy around the house as the time approached for Brandon to arrive, but she couldn’t relax. She began to second-guess this whole scheme. What the hell was she thinking? Suggesting she would help her friend’s marriage by having sex with her friend’s husband? When she truly considered it, the whole notion seemed crazy. She began pacing around, wondering if this was really a good idea.

Deb had just about resolved calling the entire thing off when the doorbell rang. She almost turned around and ran away from the door, intending to hide in the kitchen until Brandon went away. But she stopped herself, stood up straight, and resolved to at least invite Brandon in, and try to explain that maybe they shouldn’t go through with this.

When Deb opened the door, she saw Brandon standing there, shoulders bowed, head down. He looked worse than she felt.

“Hey Brandon,” Deb ventured.

“H-hey Deb,” Brandon answered, uncertain.

“Please, come in,” Deb offered, gesturing with her arm to invite him inside.

Brandon entered, looking around. He’d been to Aaron and Deb’s house before many times, but under much different circumstances. And Aaron was always here, too. He felt uncomfortable. Unsure.

Deb read Brandon’s body language like a billboard. She felt a little bad for him. He seemed a little sad, like he’d lost his confidence. Deb thought that the least she could do was pay him a little attention, let him know he had a friend.

Deb took Brandon’s coat and, hanging it in the front closet, bid him sit and çankaya escort take a load off. She walked in the direction of the kitchen.

“Care for a drink?” Deb asked.

Brandon nodded, his throat suddenly dry. He couldn’t help but admire Deb’s rounded backside as she walked away from him into the kitchen, her long legs meeting curvy hips. He wasn’t sure what would happen tonight, but he couldn’t deny that Deb was an attractive woman. Aaron was a lucky man.

Deb noticed Brandon watching her, and felt a little thrill. It was always nice to be noticed. She entered the kitchen and poured a couple drinks for the two of them, just soda. It was probably unwise to start with alcohol.

Brandon smiled as Deb returned to the room, feeling a little more at ease. He took a drink she offered him, and took a long sip.

“How’re things?” Deb asked, taking a seat across from Brandon.

“Hmm? Oh, uh… Pretty good,” Brandon replied.

Deb smiled. “You wouldn’t be here if things were pretty good.”

“Hah, you’re right,” Brandon laughed mirthlessly. “Things are still pretty rough between me and Kim. Kids… Really change the marriage dynamic. I’m not sure I can recommend having any.”

Again, Deb smiled. “We’re still not sure about that ourselves.”

“Yeah. Definitely think about it.”

“Things will get better,” Deb reassured him.

“Sure… When?” Brandon asked, almost choked up. “Kim barely pays any attention to me. I’m constantly on edge, losing sleep, and me and Kim… Well, we aren’t helping each other blow off any steam, that’s for sure.”

Deb nodded. She really felt for him, and Kim. She knew the two of them were having a tough time. But it looked like it was really crushing his confidence, and he was not very happy.

Deb stood, walked over to where Brandon was seated on the couch, and knelt down next to him. She took his hands in hers, and looked up at him.

“This is only temporary,” she said.

“Yeah, but it sucks,” Brandon admitted. “I feel like I’ve lost my wife and I don’t know when I’ll get her back.”

Deb patted his hands, and sat up next to Brandon, and held him in a close embrace, trying to reassure him.

Brandon melted into her arms. It had been a long time since he’d felt an intimate touch like this, and savored the moment. He couldn’t help but take in deep breaths, taking in the scent of her clothes, her skin, her hair. He felt his head nestled against her breasts as she wrapped her arms around him. His hands found their way around her waist, held against the tops of her hips. Enraptured in the moment, Brandon felt his blood began to race in his veins, and felt a tightness began to grow in his groin, pinned as it was against Deb’s thigh.

Deb noticed the effect she was beginning to have on Brandon. She wasn’t embarrassed. No, in fact, she realized this was exactly what Brandon was missing in his life, what Kim was unable to give him right now. Deb hoped that where she was moving next wouldn’t make Brandon run out the door.

Deb gently released Brandon from her tight embrace, and began to slide down off the couch. She gently pushed his knees apart, and began to run her hands up the inside of his thighs.

“Please…” Brandon began.

Deb stopped, removing her hands from where they stopped, just below his groin, where a tent had grown over his erection.

“I’ll stop if you want,” Deb said, “But I meant what I said when I told Kim that I’d like to help take the pressure off her. Off both of you.”

Brandon was overwhelmed with indecision. Yes, it was true that his wife had sent him over here to, in her words, “work off some energy” with the assistance of Deb. And Deb, for her part, certainly seemed willing to help. But was he making the wrong choice by letting Deb continue?

“Please… Don’t stop.” Brandon pleaded, hoping he could take his wife, and Deb, at their word.

Deb placed her hands right back where they were before, and ran them over Brandon’s now very plain erection. She felt his manhood beneath her hands, and smiled when a soft moan escaped his lips.

She wasted no time finding the button of his pants, and pulling his zipper down. She leaned up to plant a few kisses on his fabric-covered crotch, before reaching under the waistband of his briefs and freeing Brandon’s erection.

Brandon’s cock, now free of his underwear, stood proudly before her.

Deb wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, and, sensing no more hesitation from Brandon, wrapped her lips around the head and began to gently suck. She always enjoyed using her mouth to pleasure her husband. She felt so powerful when having a man completely under her spell. She glanced up at Brandon, saw his head leaned back against the couch, his mouth slightly ajar. Deb was working her magic.

She continued to gently lick and suck the head of his penis, teasing its shaft with her fingertips. Deb had learned over many sessions that men could get overstimulated, and a light touch was often best. As a soft moan escaped Brandon’s lips, she knew he was enjoying himself.

Deb felt Brandon tighten even more as she worked up and down his cock, skin taught over his engorged phallus. She began to work a bit quicker, but not harder, taking more and more of him into her mouth. Soon, she was trailing her lips softly, but firmly, nearly all the way down to the base of his cock, as she sucked him off.

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I have a whole series of these stories written. They work pretty well as stand alone stories, all revolving around Tucker Sims and his porn studio, but some things will make more sense if you read them in the order they were posted. I hope you enjoy them. As usual, the people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen.

*****

Triple Play

Tucker had a well practiced routine he used to find his amateurs. He was careful about it. You don’t want to give a business card to a city politician, for example, no matter how hot she is or how big a cock he’s got. No, you want run-of-the-mill people, but they gotta have the right look.

Tucker’s city is a pretty gritty place. Down on its luck economically for decades, it’s a blue-collar, low rent kind of town. Every once in a while though, a high rent woman grabs his eye. It goes against his better judgment, but he’s broken the ice and given out his card to a couple of them. He learned long ago that women are women, and a model scout telling them they’re hot usually doesn’t make them angry.

So there’s this woman he’s seen around a few times. Every once in a while she hits a blues bar Tucker likes, out with her friends or something like that. She’s actually married to a dentist, probably a trophy wife from the looks of her and knowing what most dentists look like. They live in a waterfront house, in a village outside the city. Nice house, couple kids, boat, little Mercedes convertible in the garage that she looks good in. Tucker knows none of this when he approaches her, of course. She’s just a hot looking middle-aged woman.

“You ever do any modeling?” he asked her at the bar one night.

“No!” she giggled.

One of her friends overheard and joined in.

“Yeah, she’s in porn. Ain’t ya seen her?” she said mockingly.

“Porn huh?” Tucker said, playing along. “Have I seen you in anything? Or should I say, have I seen anything in you?”

That got a laugh out of the two of them, and their friend joined in as she handed out shots of tequila. As they downed them Tucker pulled his leather business card holder out of the pocket of his jeans, and handed a card to each of the three. It was a first for him. Usually he was careful, quiet, and singular about his picks. He was pretty sure nothing would come of these three though, but what the hell, why not cast a line out and see what he could hook?

“T.S. Productions. Photography, Film, Video,” one of the ladies read off the card.

“Tucker Sims, at your service,” Tucker said. It was late in the evening, and he’d had quite a few beers himself.

“So what kinda stuff are you filming down there Tuck?”

“Well it just so happens I’m in the porn business too. You can’t tell anybody though.”

“You’re full of shit Tuck,” the drunkest of the three said.

“Maybe. Maybe not,” Tucker said. “What’re your names?”

“Patti,” the drunk one said. “That’s Karen and that’s Chrissy. We’re celebrating.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“Chrissy’s divorce just came through.”

“Ah, well, congrats Chrissy. What better way to start a new life than to come down to my studio, pick out a man, and let him ravage you in front of some cameras?”

“Is it as easy as that?” Patti said. “Christ! I’m in!” she laughed.

“Better yet, how about all three of you,” Tucker said. “I’ll put together a nice orgy scene with three of my best men.”

“Fuck yeah!” Patti yelled. She was bordering on out-of-control. “You guys ever do an orgy?” she asked her friends.

“He’s just messin’ with you Patti,” Karen said.

“Give me a call ladies, if any of you are interested. I can work you in right away. The money’s good too,” Tucker said as he drifted off toward the stage.

The three women burst out laughing after he left.

“What the fuck! It takes all kinds I guess,” Patti said.

“I don’t know. It kinda felt like he was serious,” Karen said.

“I know. That was a little weird,” Chrissy said. “I’m strangely turned on though.”

“I know, right?” Karen said. “Three of his best men? God, I’m glad I’ve got a good vibrator waitin’ for me at home.”

“What the fuck’s he want with three girls our age?” Patti asked.

“Hey, forty’s not so bad,” Chrissy said. “Karen’s the one who caught his eye and she’s forty-four. There’s lots of older porn these days. You think the guys he’s got are young?”

“You don’t seriously think he’s for real do you?” Patti said, suddenly sobering up a bit.

“I’m looking it up,” Karen said. She googled T.S. Productions on her phone. “Fuck! Here’s an article about him on some website. They won some kind of award for mature amateur porn! Fuuuck meee!”

“Lemme see that,” Patti said. “Holy shit, that’s the guy right there! Tucker Sims!” She handed the phone to Chrissy and she read it too.

“I’m suddenly horny as fuck,” Chrissy said. “Are we doing it?”

“Whaddya mean are we doing it?” Karen said. “Some of us are still married you know.”

“Some guys like watching their wives screw around,” Chrissy said.

“Yeah, ulus escort and other guys are conservative republican dentists. I got one of those at home, remember?” Karen said.

“Hey, you don’t know if he’d like it or not. I bet you never asked.”

“Hey honey, is it okay if I go to an orgy with three hot guys? Yeah, that’d go over big.”

“Yeah. Better that you don’t tell him,” Chrissy said. “You too Patti. Don’t tell Donald.”

“Don’t tell him what? You make it sound like we’re doing something.”

“Oh come on you guys!” Chrissy said. “I just got my heart ripped out. You’ll do this with me, right?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever you say honey,” Karen said sarcastically, rolling her eyes at the other girls.

“Oh my God!” Chrissy said happily. The tequila had apparently rendered her unable to recognize sarcasm. Her friends just shook their heads at her and smiled.

On her way to the ladies room Chrissy found Tucker in the crowd and scheduled the orgy for noon the next day. He was surprised but delighted. If he didn’t have all the beer in him he would have followed up with the other girls, but Chrissy was excited and seemed sincere. While he watched the band he texted the studio crew with the details and called in three of his reliable men: Mitch, Dante and Ryan.

When the band finished playing he wanted to tell the girls everything was set, but they were gone. On the way home Chrissy had told them about their noon appointment and they strung her along, agreeing, laughing, thinking she was kidding. Patti was shocked when Chrissy knocked on her door at nine o’clock the next morning, dressed sexy, wanting to get things moving so they could go pick up Karen.

“Chrissy, what are you doing here?” Patti said, nursing a bad hangover.

“You need some hair of the dog sweetheart. You haven’t had anything yet?”

“No. It’s early. I don’t need you to help me with my hangover.”

Chrissy had been in Patti’s liquor cabinet plenty of times. Patti and Donald were both lushes, so it was well stocked. She pulled out a bottle of Vodka and made two strong screwdrivers.

“Jesus, that tequila does a number on me,” Patti said, holding her head.

“You think Karen’s getting ready? I can’t believe you guys agreed to do this. I’m so excited I could hardly sleep.”

“Agreed to do what? Oh, your imaginary orgy?”

“Whaddya mean imaginary. We’re gettin’ fucked for real, like the sexy girls do. What are you gonna wear?”

“Have you been on the tequila all night? Married, remember?” Patti said, holding up her hand with the big diamond ring. She took a sip of the screwdriver Chrissy handed her, and then downed half of it.

“Fuck that. Nobody’ll know,” Chrissy said. “I’ve been thinking about this all night, wondering if it’s crazy or not. You know what? I need this. The lawyer told me no foolin’ around with anybody until the divorce was final, so that was almost a year. And before that Dicky and I had sex about, oh, God, what, about three or four times in the last two years of our marriage? If you had any idea how starved I am for sex you wouldn’t be giving me that look.”

“I’m sorry honey. I guess I lost track of how dry things have been for you. But an orgy at a porn studio? I just can’t do that, and you shouldn’t either. It’s nuts!” Patti said. She finished the double shot screwdriver. “God that tastes good!”

“I guess it’s just me and Karen then,” Chrissy said. “We can handle three guys.”

“I swear to God you must still be fuckin’ drunk. Karen’s not doing it either sweetheart,” Patti said.

“I’m going over to her house,” Chrissy said. “You sure you wanna miss this? How many girls get a chance like this? It’s like a sign from God or something.”

“Boy, that divorce really messed up your head,” Patti said. “Hang on, let me fix my face a little. I’ll come with you to Karen’s. I have a feeling it’s gonna take both of us to talk you out of this.”

—

“Oh my God, not the orgy thing again!” Karen said when she ushered her two friends into her house. “I don’t think I’ve ever used that word in my life, and now in the last twenty-four hours I sound like a slut.”

“Karen! Are you bailing on me too?” Chrissy said disappointedly. “I thought you guys were my friends. Think of how much fun…”

“You got any Vodka?” Patti asked Karen.

“Yeah. You know where. Kinda early isn’t it?”

Patti made her way to the wet bar at the end of the big gourmet kitchen. The other girls followed. Chrissy explained her sexual dry spell to Karen while Patti mixed three screwdrivers, and all the girls commiserated. It turned out none of them were getting laid much.

“Will’s just lost interest,” Karen said. “Serves me right for marrying a guy twenty years older I guess.”

“Yeah but you got the house and kids you always wanted,” Patti said, looking around at the waterfront view out the windows of the cavernous place. “Here’s to us,” she said. They all clicked glasses and drank.

“I’m goin’ yenimahalle escort down there,” Chrissy said. “I can handle three guys. A gang bang sounds pretty good right about now.”

“No way are we letting you do that!” Karen said. “What did the guy say anyway?”

“He said we should be there at noon. Said he’d bring in a hair and makeup girl, and have three of his nicest guys for us.” Chrissy’s eyes twinkled and she perked up, looking happy when she told them about it.

“What the hell! I can’t believe this,” Karen said. “It’s like candid camera or something.”

“Why’s it so hard to believe? We’re not ugly you know.” Chrissy said.

“I didn’t mean that honey. You’ll find a guy. I know you will.”

“In the meantime I’m going down there,” Chrissy said. “I might call one of you to pick me up after, all right? I’m hoping I won’t be able to walk.”

“Fuck that!” Patti said as she finished her drink. “If you’re crazy enough to go down there I’m gonna keep an eye on you. Fuckin’ gang bang. You’re nuts honey!”

“And you’re half in the bag already,” Karen said to Patti. “I guess I gotta go babysit both you idiots. We’re just going so we can shut this stupidity down you know. We’re going down there, we’re going to apologize…I’m sure he’ll understand. I mean we were all sorta drunk last night. I’m sure this kind of thing’s happened to him before.”

“Dress nice. There’s gonna be good looking guys there,” Chrissy said happily.

“Good Lord,” Karen said quietly, shaking her head.

———————

The three nervous friends drove through the old warehouse district, looking for Tucker’s studio. There was no sign, just a small brass plaque next to the bright yellow door. Chrissy pressed the button on the intercom and Tucker buzzed them in. Karen didn’t like the locked door aspect of it, but as soon as she was inside she realized the place was legit. Clean carpeting in the hallway, nice artwork on the walls and a gleaming chrome and glass cabinet with awards and honors from the porn world all added to the upscale feeling. Right here in my hometown, she thought to herself. Who knew? The other girls had similar thoughts. Tucker walked out of his office to greet them.

“Ladies! I’m so happy to see you all! I had visions of sending my staff home because you decided not to come.”

“I’m afraid I’m the only one who wants to follow through,” Chrissy said. “These two came to keep an eye on me and talk me out of it.”

“Oh, well that’s a shame. I mean we’re thrilled to have you Chrissy, don’t get me wrong, but there was something about a ‘friends’ orgy scene that seemed better and better the more I thought about it. But I can send two of my men home and we can just do a simple scene with you Chrissy, if you’d like. You two are more than welcome to stay and watch, if Chrissy wants you too. I usually don’t allow any kind of an audience, but this seems like a special circumstance.”

“Could you…I mean there’s three men here…maybe I could…” Chrissy said.

“All of them with you? Sure, we’d love that,” Tucker said.

“Chrissy, can we talk to you for a minute?” Karen asked nervously.

“You girls talk it over, and then I’ll introduce you to the men and the rest of the staff. Before I go, let me throw an idea out there. We’ve worked with anonymity before. Many times actually. Wigs, glasses, pretty masks. We can blur out faces in post-production, alter voices, that kind of thing. Often those kinds of scenes just get used as bonus content and don’t get seen much, but they’re still fun to do, and a great way to give more private people a taste of what we do here. Trust me, it’s a pretty incredible fantasyland when we get rolling. I make sure everybody’s comfortable and happy. So take your time and talk it over. My office is third door on your right whenever you’re ready.”

After two or three minutes talking amongst themselves Patti was more than a little intrigued, her curiosity no doubt fueled by the morning’s vodka and the remnants of the previous night’s tequila. Karen was the holdout, still saying the things a good conservative republican dentist’s wife should say in a situation like that. Then Mitch walked down the hall.

“Oh, hi!” he said, his big smile and perfect teeth flashing brightly.

The girls were completely speechless and mesmerized by the drop-dead gorgeous man approaching them. He couldn’t be one of the porn men…could he?

“I’m Mitch. Wow, Tucker said you guys were attractive. I wasn’t expecting the hot suburban thing though. Nice!”

“Hi Mitch, I’m Chrissy,” she said, extending her hand.

“Chrissy, my pleasure,” he said as he took her hand and kissed her on the cheek. And you are…?” he asked the others.

“Karen.” She was surprised a legible word came out.

“I’m Patti.”

Mitch kissed them both on the cheek.

“So,” he said, “you guys are first-timers, right? There’s something about that that makes everything even hotter. I hope Tucker’s got good fire extinguishers in this place. Have you met Dante and Ryan yet? I guess not if you guys are new.”

Right on cue the two men rounded a corner at the end of the hallway and headed toward the girls. Chrissy smiled. Had Tucker set this up? She was beginning to think so, and so far it seemed to be working. That was only part of the reason for her smile though. Mitch was movie star handsome, and the other two guys were both worthy of a ‘Wow!’ themselves. Ryan was a cute nineteen-year-old who played on the college soccer team. Long hair. Dreamy blue eyes. Dante, he was also an athlete, playing in a local football league after his pro career crashed and burned due to drug use. He was clean now, in more ways than one. His huge, muscular black body was shaved smooth, from the top of his head to the bottom of his massive balls. The girls didn’t know that of course, but even so, Karen let out an audible whimper when she got a good look at him. Big black men had long been a powerful trigger for her.

“Guys, this is Chrissy, Karen and Patti,” Mitch said to his friends.

“Hi, I’m Dante.”

“I’m Ryan,” the young one said. His pale blue eyes were like sea glass, and Patti got a little lost in them.

“Been lookin’ forward to this ever since Tucker called last night,” Dante said, his voice deep and resonant. “I usually don’t work half scale, but this sounded special.”

“Yeah. Orgy scenes are a rare thing around here,” Mitch said. “They’re so much fun! Ryan, have you done one yet?”

“Just in my dorm,” he smiled.

Karen’s throat just about closed up from the adrenaline and nerves. She had a son in college out of state, on the lacrosse team. Ryan reminded her so much his friends, the cute ones with the perfect young bodies. The ones who felt more awkward around her than they did with the other moms, because she was a MILF.

So Patti, she’d made a decision without telling anybody. If Chrissy was crazy enough to follow through with this fantasy, and Tucker let her sign something that said her face wouldn’t be recognizable, she was in. A crazy, anonymous, one-time group sex experience with these three men? Hell yeah, sign me up!

Karen was the only one holding on to reality. Yes, all three of the men made her pussy wet, but being an upper-middle-class suburban wife and mother held some responsibilities. Lots of ’em in fact, but very high on the list was don’t get orgy fucked at a porn studio.

“Oh, I see you guys have met,” Tucker said as he stuck his head out of his office. “Why don’t you ladies come in here. We’ll catch up with the boys a little later.”

“I’m so happy to meet you. I’m looking forward to the next few hours,” Dante said to Karen before the men walked away. He could sense her reluctance and wanted to draw her in if he could. As much as he was her fantasy, she was his. An expensively dressed white woman with a hot body and a big, flashy diamond wedding ring on her finger. She was just the kind of woman he loved to bury his big black cock in.

“So,” Tucker said in his office, “do you have any questions?”

“I need to know more about the masks,” Patti said.

Karen was shocked. She shot Patti a ‘what the fuck?’ look, but it did no good.

“Oh, sure,” Tucker said. “Let me think…Oh yeah, I can show you a little footage.”

He searched for something on his computer and turned the monitor around so the girls could watch. It was Mitch in all his glory, fucking a woman who was older than them, probably in her fifties. She had on a small Lone Ranger style eye mask, made of white feathers, and she was having a howlingly good time.

“We’ve altered her voice slightly too,” Tucker said. “She still sounds like a woman — it’s not that low voice stuff you hear on the news — but she doesn’t sound like herself.”

The woman had a wild orgasm on Mitch’s big cock, as his women usually do.

“Fuck!” Patti said quietly.

“So that’s one way. I prefer it because it lets more of the emotion shine through,” Tucker said as he brought up another clip. “This is another way…”

Two men the girls hadn’t met were fucking two women about their age. The women’s faces were blurred just enough so that you couldn’t see them. It looked a bit silly to Patti, but she knew Karen was gonna to be a tough nut to crack and she might prefer it.

“What do you think,” she asked Karen. “Dante’ll be disappointed if you say no. And you’ll never stop wondering what it would have been like. I just can’t see us turning back now.”

“A wig, a mask and the blur? Can we do that?” Karen asked Tucker. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I need all that. God, I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“Excellent!” Tucker said. “I’m so glad! Of course, we can do all those things for you. Each of you individually can choose. I’ll write it all in the contract and you can trust me. A lawsuit over this kind of thing would put me out of business, so the footage will be handled exactly how we write it. I’ll write up the paper work while you ladies are getting your hair and makeup done.”

—

“Ooo! Nice! Are those new Marsha?” Tucker asked. “I don’t remember the black ones.”

The girls were trying on small ‘lone ranger’ style eye masks, decorated with black feathers and colored beads. They looked like something a sexy Mardi Gras girl would wear.

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About 10 years ago Tom’s boss asked him to go to their satellite office and set up a new system and train everyone there to use it. The whole thing would last about a week. He told Tom to take me along and for us to use his vacation home he has about 20 miles away from the other office to stay in while we were up there.

The house was on a lake in a very private cove back in the mountains. I figured great… I could work on my tan and put my new red thong bikini to some use and it if was very private I could lie out in the nude while Tom was working during the day.

As I stated in my past stories I was a topless waitress for about 9 years and also during this particular time. I would pick up a lot of extra money from time to time working private parties such as bachelor parties and birthday parties. You know, I have never thought of myself as a prostitute. If I fucked a guy, it was usually because I wanted to in the first place. If they offered money… well if you have ever been in college then you know everything cost money… a lot of money!

It wasn’t really just the money for doing the job but the drunken guys would tip great. Now if you’re like me and didn’t mind letting them cop feels of your tits and ass and occasionally a few would pay good money for a hand job and letting them cum on my tits in the back room. On Friday and Saturday nights at the club I could make three to four hundred dollars a night just on tips. The private parties I would get two hundred up front for topless and three hundred for totally nude except for high heals. I could make as much as five to six hundred in tips or more depending on what extra things I would do.

I had to waitress a bachelor party which I and another girl named Rachel, a really cute and sexy black girl. Rachel was also married but her husband was only letting her work at the club for the extra money. They were having bad financial problems and he hated the idea of his wife working at a topless club. Rachel would give guys blow jobs and occasionally let them fuck her for money. Her husband didn’t know she was doing that nor did he know she would work the private parties especially doing them nude. She said he would have a stroke if he found out. To help her out a few times when they were short of money, Tom and I would pay her to do threesomes with us. Tom was the only guy she would allow to fuck her without a condom as long as he promised not to cum inside of her.

We were paid to do the party totally nude on the Saturday afternoon Tom and I were to go up to the lake. I got home horny as hell from all the ass grabbing, tit fondling and even having one guy slip his finger into my pussy from behind as I leaned over to clear a table. I even stayed in that position spreading my legs open slightly and letting him finger fuck me for a couple of minutes before pulling away… which that also led to one big offer of a gang bang from the four guys at the table that was hard to turn down.

After the party was over I had to clean up my area before I could get dressed so I could leave the club and get home. I figured Rachel was already getting dressed. I went to the storage room behind the bar to get a broom and I noticed the door was slightly open and the light on so I peaked into the storage room and saw that Rachel had taken them up on their offer.

The four of them had her on her back on top of some cases of beer with one guy pumping his cock into her cunt, the one that had stuck his fingers in my pussy was stuffing a nice thick cock into her mouth and the other two was playing with her tits while she was stroking them and waiting their turn at either her mouth or pussy. As I walked in they started asking me to join in, even Rachel took the cock out of her mouth and asked me to join… I really wanted to join them but I just smiled and shook my head no and took the broom went ahead and left.

I knew if I had of joined them I would have ended up fucking and sucking all their cocks and would have been there a few more hours. So I was in need of a good hard fucking… my pussy was dripping wet, but Tom already had the car loaded for the long drive up and was ready to go when I got home.

My pussy was soaking wet and I told Tom that I should have went ahead and let the four guys at the party that offered me three hundred dollars cash to gang fuck me like they were asking me to let them do so I wouldn’t be so damn frustrated. He apologized and said he just wanted to get the long drive behind us and we would have all day long the next day to lay around and fuck.

We got to the lake house around 2 AM and Tom started unloading the car as I checked out the house. It was absolutely beautiful! The whole side facing the lake was all glass, the kitchen and living room were all one huge room with only a bar dividing them. The master bedroom was huge as was the master bath with a huge shower that you could easily get a good orgy going in.

There was also a sunken whirlpool tub big enough for two people easy. The sıhhiye escort down stairs was an entertainment room with a 52 inch TV, a great stereo system and a large sectional sofa. Off of that was an extra bedroom and full bath. Between the two down stairs rooms was sliding glass doors that led out onto the patio and a stairway going down to a large pier.

The next morning I awoke and rolled over and snuggled up to Tom’s back. We both sleep nude so as I put my arm over him my hand went right to his cock. I started stroking him softly and whispering into his ear that I wanted him inside of me very badly. He pulled away and got up and said he would be right back he had to pee. I giggled and threw back the covers and lay back with my legs slightly apart and started lightly flicking my finger over my clit.

Tom came back in and lay back down and said we need to go to the store and get some groceries. I got up and straddled him and took hold of his semi hard cock and rubbing it on my clit and said, “Yes we do baby, but first I really need some cock!” He smiled and placed his hands behind his head and told me to help myself. His cock fully hard now so I eased up and placed his cock at the opening of my cunt and slowly eased it into me. I worked him in an inch at a time until I felt his balls against my ass and I knew I had all 9 inches of his beautiful cock inside of me. I placed my hands on his chest and started sliding up and then back down onto him.

“Oh baby… your big prick feels so fucking good inside of me… I needed to be fucked so damn bad baby… my pussy was aching for cock!” I said. He then reached up and cupped my breast and started squeezing my nipples between his fingers.

I placed my hands behind my head and locked my fingers together and picked up my pace of grinding my cunt down onto his big cock and soon I was moaning loudly, a sure sign I was going to cum soon. Tom grabbed me and flipped me onto my back without even removing his cock and placed my legs over his shoulders and started ramming his large tool into me. I started to feel my orgasm building as he pumped into me hard and fast. As he was finally giving me the fucking that I needed he started asking me…

“Did you want to fuck those guys yesterday?” He asked.

“Yes baby, I did very badly.” I answered.

“Why didn’t you?” He asked.

“I knew you wanted to get up here baby… I didn’t think I would have time to let them.” I said.

“You wanted to fuck them didn’t you… you wanted them to fuck you and shoot their cum inside you like the little whore you are didn’t you?” He asked.

I looked into his face and gritted my teeth together as my orgasm over took me and my pussy exploded onto his cock and I said…

“YES…I wanted them to use me… to gang bang me… I wanted their hard cocks… fucking my cunt…. My mouth…. MY ASS… YES… I WANTED THEM TO FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE… SHIT BABY I WANTED THEM TO FUCK ME BAD… I WANTED TO FUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!! I CUUUMMMMIIINNGGGGG!!!” I screamed out. I have never lied to Tom, so he knew this was true.

Every time I cum with Tom it feels like little explosions going off all over my body… I have never felt that with another man. That’s what made me fall in love with him in the beginning.

After showering and getting dressed we went into the small town and had breakfast and shopped for groceries then returned back to the house. After putting away the groceries Tom said he was going to head down to the water and fish a little while and I told him I would be down shortly.

I walked out onto the pier where Tom was fishing he turned around and whistled a cat call at me in my red thong bikini. He told me as I spread out my beach towel that my swim suit is going to get me fucked. I perked up and told him anytime he was ready to just say the word and he could have all he wanted.

After about an hour of him fishing and me sunning we heard someone behind us on the shore say hello. Tom yelled a hello back and I leaned up on my elbows and waved and said hello. It was two young guys named Brad and Danny and I found out later that they both were 17 and still in high school. Brad lived the next cove over and he explained that they come over and fish from here and asked if we minded if they fished. Tom said no so they started fishing and making small talk with Tom and cutting their eyes at me from time to time.

I rolled over onto my stomach and reached around and untied my top to get some sun on my back. They were talking low and I started to fall asleep. I was awaked to ice cold water being splashed onto my back. I screamed and jumped up and spun around… there I was bearing my breast to all three of them. Tom was laughing but Danny and Brad both went totally wide eyed and their mouths dropped open. I thought to myself, OK Mr. Tom, you want to show me off, I will let them get a good look.

I called Tom a asshole and laughed and then said, “Well, I tandoğan escort guess I need to get some sun on these also… You guys don’t mind do you?” They both shook their heads no but their eyes never left my tits. I started rubbing sun screen all over them. I glanced up and saw both Brad and Danny were trying to look at me but out of the corners of their eyes and both their erections were pushing out at the front of their shorts. I have to admit… the thought of these two young guys day dreaming about banging my mouth and cunt got me horny as hell.

After about thirty more minutes of silence and sunning my breast and letting our two new young friends drool all over them selves, I got up and picked up my towel and kissed Tom and told him I would see him inside later and turned and waved and said to Danny and Brad, “Bye guys, hope to see you again.” Their eyes were glued to my tits so I just smiled and walked away back to the house.

Later on after Tom came back up to the house he fucked me again while telling me he would love to see our two new young friends bang me. Then we decided to go check out the porn shop we had pasted about ten miles down the road. On the way he started telling me what Danny and Brad had said after I left. They told him I was very nice looking and he had tried to turn their conversation to sex but they didn’t catch on.

We arrived at the porn shop and went inside. As I am looking at the movie rack, I notice a wall of movies and a sign that says now showing. I walk over and look at the movies and it strikes me that half are gay. The other half are normal and three of them were of more than one guy with a girl. I asked Tom where I can see these movies and he tells me that I needed some tokens and I have to go into the back room. He told me to go watch a few and he was going to keep looking through the movies.

I bought five dollars worth and went into a dark back room. The first thing I notice is that there are five men standing around. I see the booths and chose the one away from them and went in and sat down and deposited my tokens. The screen flashes and soon I am watching a porno film.

The movie is of two guys sucking each others hard cocks, it looks very naughty and the two of their beautiful hard cocks are starting to really turn me on. I scrolled down and soon saw a big breasted blond on her hand and knees who had a cock in her mouth while another cock was pumping into her from behind (My favorite position).

My pussy was getting wet from watching all of this action. I scrolled down again to see another two guys and one girl scene but in this one she is on her knees between them with each of their cocks in her hands and is alternating between sucking and stroking them. She was doing an awesome job of sucking and slurping and soon she stood up and walked over to a couch and had one guy sit on the couch and she positions her cunt just above him and then lowers herself down on his thick cock. She then directs the other hard cock to her mouth.

Then all of the sudden thru a hole I had not noticed a hard cock pops thru and my face is inches from it, “Oh fuck!” I thought… this is a fucking glory hole. I thought what the hell, let’s have some fun so I grabbed it and started stroking it… it seemed to grow and was so hot and warm. I could not resist putting it in my mouth and I was soon giving head to a cock I didn’t know the owner of.

I was really getting into it and had pulled my mouth off of it and was licking the head when within a minute he was shooting his cum all over my face and then it was gone. I put in another token and decided to watch another movie and had undone my shorts and put a finger in my panties when another cock, longer than the other pops in the hole.

I wasted no time in stroking it and sliding my tongue over the tip and tasting its precum. I was really getting into sucking this cock because he was lasting a lot longer than the first guy. I had my hand and my mouth wrapped around his cock and my other hand in my panties working my clit and I am having the most intense orgasm when I feel the cock start to fuck my mouth as the guy is pounding into the booth on the other side and soon he is thrusting his cock down my throat.

He then lets loose with a tremendous load of cum that I couldn’t catch and swallow all of it so most of it ran down my chin. It then disappeared. I was resting back in the chair when another cock popped thru the hole. I had decided that I had enough excitement for the time being. I gave it a few tugs, kissed and licked the head a couple of times and left the booth. As I got out of the booth there was a line with six guys waiting their turn, I just smiled and waved and left.

Tom was at the cash register paying for a couple of movies he bought. We got into the car and I told him what had just happened and that I needed a couple of stiff drinks and a good stiff cock to fuck me good and hard. He agreed and stopped tunalı escort at the lounge at the motel we had to pass on the way back to the house.

We were at the lounge about ten minutes when a guy started talking to Tom which he invited him to join us. He introduced himself as Jason. We order drinks and soon we are having a great conversation. Jason was about twenty something and looked to be a real stud. The conversation turned to sex and I excused myself to go to the restroom. When I returned Tom winked and asked me if I was still in need of the second thing I had mentioned I needed in the car. I said I needed it very badly. Tom asked if two would do the trick. I answered yes and looked toward Jason and smiled at him.

We were there fifteen more minutes for me to finish my second drink. I was then ready and announced to the guys I was ready to go and did they have someplace in mind. As I was talking I placed my hand on Jason’s cock under the table. From the size of his bulge, I knew I was going to enjoy the fuck I was about to receive. Jason paid the bill and the three of us walked out to the lobby and Jason said he had a room already. His room was on the third floor. Once inside the elevator he asked me if I would suck his cock, I said he could wait a few more minutes. I winked at Tom when we got to the room and with in minutes of the door closing I had both of their very hard and beautiful looking cocks out.

Tom stripped me naked and I heard Jason say I had beautiful tits and then Tom told me to get on the bed. He straddled me and started to tit fuck me while I was flicking my tongue over the head as he pumped forward. Jason was getting jealous and wanted his cock sucked so he stripped off his cloths and I was treated to a rock hard hairless body. Tom moved away and I started to suck on Jason’s cock. He was lying on the bed and I put my cunt right over his mouth and we enjoyed a very nice sixty-nine. He was not as good as Tom… he was more eager and in a hurry, but I still had a nice orgasm with his tongue.

Tom sat in a chair stroking his cock while watching and drinking a cocktail. Without any warning Jason flooded my mouth with a tasty load of cum. This was Tom’s clue to join me on the bed. He had me lie on my back and spread my legs as he stood between them and put his thick cock in my wet pussy. He felt so good in me that I could have fucked him for hours and still wanted more of his cock. He would slow down his rhythm and bend over and take a tit in his mouth and flick his tongue over my nipple as his cock slowly fucked my cunt. He gave me three orgasms before he pulled out and came all over my tits. It seemed like Tom had fucked me for over an hour but in reality it was only fifteen minutes.

Jason then came over and wanted to fuck me. He told me to get on my hands and knees so he could ram into my pussy. His cock was almost as long as Tom’s but was just a little thicker. It felt very good as he eased it into me doggie style. He started playing with my tits and fucking me hard when Tom came up and started feeding me his cock at the same time. In just a few minutes I was swallowing his whole cock to the base of his scrotum. I really loved the feeling of his cock in the back of my mouth as Jason was pounding his cock into my cunt and squeezing my tits.

I was so turned on and excited about what was being done to me I could feel my juices running down my inner thighs. I started having the most intense orgasm and my whole body went lifeless. I was only being supported by the two huge cocks that were using my cunt and mouth and Jason’s hands holding my tits. I think Jason realized this and continued pounding his cock into my dripping wet cunt and put his strong arm around my stomach to lift my body up to meet his thrusts.

When I regained my senses I looked up at Tom and we made eye contact and he erupted and emptied his balls into my throat. I swallowed every drop and I loved it. He made me keep his cock in my mouth until he started going soft. When I released his cock he leaned down and kissed me and told me he loved me.

Jason was still pumping away at my pussy and was now moving his cock around in my pussy. I opened my eyes and realize he is pounding me harder now and I am building towards a tremendous climax when I impale my ass against his pelvic bone. I started to moan loudly telling him to fuck me, for him to cum in me over and over. As I grinded my throbbing pussy lips against his pelvis he let go with a huge load of cum.

He is still spurting deeply in my cunt when my orgasm started subsiding. He must of cum for over a minute with grunts and thrusts the whole time. I was still enjoying my initial bliss when he let go with another shot of his never-ending cum. SHIT IT WAS THE BEST FUCK!!!!! I had yet another massive orgasm as he did little short pumps into me and pinched my nipples.

When he finally pulled his cock out of my hot cunt and I went right for it… I wanted to taste our cum on his cock. Jason then collapsed on the bed next to me. As he laid there relaxing I continued to suck and worship his cock with my mouth. I didn’t realize how loud I had gotten while Jason was fucking me. While I was slowly sucking his cock the phone rang, it was the front desk saying that they had complaints from another room about the noise and asked if he could keep it down.

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Rachel awoke slowly at first not sure if she was awake or still dreaming; she lay on her right side blinking her brown eyes several times as she looked out one of the double glass doors thought the wide open red curtains. It was early afternoon and Rachel stretched her nude body under the red cotton sheets pushing them away from her torso as she did so. For a while the young woman lay motionless in the sunlight room her mother would be calling soon and Rachel decided to remain in bed until after the call.

The air-condition unit sprang to life blowing cool air into the room where Rachel’s brown nipples hardened almost immediately on the peaks of her plastic enhanced breasts rolling over onto her back Rachel cupped her breasts that her mother had brought for her and given them a squeeze before she began twisting her nipples. Her thighs were slightly apart exposing her shaven mound to the breeze that was coming out of the vent on the ceiling a little in front of the bed. Rachel’s hand wandered down her flat stomach and over her abs disappearing between her legs where her finger rubbed her swelling lips and flashed inside of her canal to feel the moisture that had been building within her. Withdrawing her two fingers she transferred the wetness to the emerging knot of a magic button. She drew several circles around it casting an eye over her left shoulder to the end table where some of her dildoes and vibrators were kept. She knew what she wanted; it was the same every morning; the little white pocket rocket that fit right on her clit. Quickly she grabbed the tiny vibrator and applied it to her body when the cell phone on the end table to her right started to buzz and ring.

“Hi mom.” She said into the phone after she had picked up the flip top cell with her left hand and looked at the display screen.

“Hi ‘Chel. How was work last night?”

Rachel knew what her mother wanted to know. She could still remember when she told her mother what she did for a living.

“Is that what they are calling it now a pleasure girl. You’re a whore Rachel nothing but a common whore. Thank god your father is not here to see this he would have died.” Her mother had said leaning against the counter in the kitchen her arms folded across her chest.

“Dad knew about it; who do you think got me the interview?” Rachel said walking around the table where she had spent a lot of time growing up to hug her mother with one arm as she too leaned against the counter resting her bubble butt covered in low rider jeans. Her father had died a little while back in a car crash when a drunk driver had run a red light. Her mother always got sad when she thought about her husband. Rachel and her father had a weird relationship for a father and daughter. When she first got her period it was to her father that she went instead of her mother; and when she got a boyfriend and wanted to go on the pill she went to her father. It was her father that allowed her to read his playboy magazines and watch porn when she was still in high school. It wasn’t that she did not going to her mother she did go to her for help with her homework but when it came to things sexual Rachel went to her father. Her father did not treat her like she was a boy but he did not hide things from her because she was a girl.

“Its great money mom. I get two hundred dollars a night plus tips; the club is on a resort where I get a two bedroom two bath villa with a private pool and garage to live in rent free for as long as I work anywhere in the resort and they pay for the utilities. Dad said he would take me shop for furniture and if I did well he would buy me a boob job for Christmas.”

“But you’re a whore Rachel; after all the studying and going to college you are a simple whore.”

Rachel pulled away from her mother and sat at the table leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs at her knees. She was wearing a tank top that had been cut almost in half so now it barely covered her c-cup breasts.

“You say it like being a whore is a bad thing. In pre-chris….”

“Strangers are paying you to have sex with them.” Her mother interrupted as she too sat down at the table.

“In pre-Christian times woman had to serve for at least one year as a sacred whore or Hierodule so the citizens could worship the gods. It is only with the Christians and the concept of original sin that sex takes on this negative light that it has.”

It took Rachel a long time to convince her mother that her job was something to be proud of or at least something not to be ashamed of. The more Rachel told her mother about what she did the more her mother seemed to want to know and Rachel even imaged that her mother was secretly enjoying listening to the stories of her daughter’s exploits.

“Hi ‘Chel how was work last night?” asked her mother on the other end of the line.

Rachel settled into the mattress as the vibrator did its work on her flesh her eyes watching the clouds float lazily across the clear blue sky.

“The usual ofise gelen escort mostly although our General Manager Sarah brought in a black guy that might be our new Head Chef. So she had me give him some exact special treatment.” Rachel stopped waiting for her mother to ask for details before she started with the dirty stuff.

“What did you do?” her mother asked the pace of her speech slowing down.

Rachel knew her mother was playing with her own pussy as she talked on the phone as her own orgasm exploded.

“Oooohhhh sssshhhhiiiitttt mom. I just squirted over myself that felt good….taste good too.” Rachel said as she licked her hand and fingers the rocket forgotten where it lay between her thighs.

“Rachel quit stalling and tell me.” Her mother almost shouted into the phone.

“Okay mom calm down. Well I noticed Sarah first as they walked into the club in a rather short black mini skirt that only just covered her ass with no panties as I found out later her blouse was a back out that plunged deep in the front revealing more of her cleavage than it concealed. Her whole outfit screamed come fuck me and judging from the bulge in Kyle’s pants she was going to be just that sooner rather than later.”

Rachel fished her fingers back between her thighs and absentmindedly flicked her clit back and forth with one of her fingers.

“I was dressed in my usual get up of black three inch heels and stockings fastened by a garter belt low around my waist. The Hostess had put them at one of the low starter tables as they were not going to eat just have drinks and maybe an appetizer or two. Sarah was sitting on the sofa with her legs apart showing her hairy pussy to anyone who happen to be looking and her right hand was in the guy’s lap rubbing the fat bulge through his black jeans and with her other hand was starting to reach under her skirt to play with her own pussy with she looked up and saw me approaching them.”

“Did she stop fingering herself when she saw you?” Rachel’s mother wanted to know.

“No if anything Sarah opened her legs even more and pushed her body down on the soft sofa until her ass was hanging over the edge a little. So I knelt on the carpet in front of her and kissed her fingers as they moved over her wet slit. Then I pulled her hand away from her pussy and pushed it up towards her mouth where she sucked her juices from her hand then reached over to kiss Kyle as I began to eat her pussy.”

“I didn’t know you ate pussy Rachel but get to the cock. Tell me about the black man’s cock; I assumed you sucked it.”

“Of course I sucked it with Sarah giving tips the whole while; not that I needed them. I have never sucked a bigger cock it touched the back of by throat and still had about three or so inches to go. Later when I sat on it the head was it my cervix. God he fucked the shit out of me my pussy is still sore. I hope I get a change to fuck him again when he starts in week or so.”

“So he is going to take the job.” Her mother asked.

“Well he has to have a formal interview with the governing broad of the resort but with Sarah on the broad the job is as good as his.”

“Sarah must be pleased with you.”

“I’d say so she give me another three hundred dollars on top of my usual two hundred.”

“You made five hundred dollars last night.” Her mother said surprised at the amount of money her daughter was making.

“Actually I made seven twenty-five.” Rachel said a big smile on her face.

The door bell sounded just then and Rachel swung her long white legs over the side of the bed and strode out of her bedroom and down the hall towards the front doors.

“Mom I have to go my trainers are here.” Rachel said as she passed the kitchen and glanced at the clock on the microwave.

“Your trainer huh. He have a big cock too?” Her mother said as her daughter opened the door and stood naked before her trainers.

“Okay Rachel I talk to you later. Wait a minute, how does a whore train? And you haven’t told about sucking that black cock.” She said trying to prolong the conversation.

“Bye mom.” Rachel said as she locked eyes with her two trainers noting the padded massage table and the bags that Rachel knew contained the lotions and oils and towels being carried into her apartment.

“Come in Erin.” Rachel said snapping the cell phone shut and backing away from the door a few feet as the nude muscular woman approached the threshold and step over it her man Evan equally as muscled and equally as nude close behind her.

As Erin passed the naked whore she reached out with a practiced hand to insert several of her fingers into Rachel’s pussy where they slipped easily pass her moist lips.

“She has already had an orgasm Evan.” She said pulling her hand from the younger woman’s cunt and reaching behind her to allow him to lick Rachel’s juices from her fingers while she leaned forward to kiss her host forcing her tongue otele gelen escort into the young woman’s mouth to explore another wet orifice.

Rachel reached up and grabbed a handful of tits of the woman that her father had introduced her to when she was about to graduate from high school. Evan was the man that her father had chosen to take her virginity. Erin stepped into her allowing Rachel to feel the strap on dildo that she wore.

“Evan.” She said when she had broken the kiss and stepped into the spacious foyer and turned on her sneakered feet to see her husband kissing the young woman that she had just finish kissing herself. “The slut still has the taste of cum in her mouth.” She said turning again and continued furthering to the house towards the second bedroom that the three of them had turned into a hedonic dream leaving them alone for a moment dropping her gym bag on the floor just inside the open door.

Erin knew from experience that Rachel would be sucking her husband’s cock right about now and smiled to herself knowing that when he came in her mouth she would come to her and give her a taste of her own husband’s semen. Walking over to the bag she took out a bottle of oil and began applying it to her hard body and soft breasts. She was stroking her fake cock covering it with oil when Rachel entered the room quickly followed by Evan whose cock was twitching as he walked.

Rachel grabbed Erin by the back of her head and kissed her hard forcing Evan’s thick milky cum into her mouth finally breaking their lip-lock when all of the white liquid had changed mouths. Erin had no problem swallowing the gift that Rachel and given her even wiping her chin to capture a few drops that had escaped her lips. Smiling broadly the older woman looked quickly to her husband and then to the daughter of a man that she had fucked regularly. Erin had even met Rachel’s mother and had gone to their wedding.

“Which do you want first today Rachel? The massage or the fucking.” Erin stood with her hands on her hips her eyes fastened on the woman’s breasts. She did not mention the workout that was always first but could be followed by either the massage or the sex.

“Oh fuck me please.” She replied jumping up and down as she grinned and giggled loudly running over to help Evan set up the table over the many layers of comforters and cushions. Rachel came back over to Erin and bent her head to gather one of the nipples of her saggy tits into her mouth. Soon her felt hands on her back one of them slapping her ass hard to trace a finger along the tight crack of her ass then suddenly it was gone.

“That’s enough for now Rachel come.” Evan said taking her hand and pulling her away from his wife and leading her into the other room.

The three of them formed a human caravan of naked bodies as they wandered into the hallway and the living room and through the sliding glass double doors onto the shaded patio. Rachel had brought a Bowflex machine and set it up on the deck outside small sink along with a tiny fridge. The patio looked out onto the community pool as it was surrounded by condos where the workers of the resort lived. The resort was called the Natural Resorts and it was clothes optional where members and guests were encouraged to be nude and natural as much as possible.

Evan came to a stop on the cool patio and pulled the young woman into his arms placing a wet kiss on her lips while his wife went to the drawers of the mini bar and opened one of them. She removed a jack rabbit type vibrator and came over to her husband and Rachel and stood behind her. Erin held the vibrator with her left arm and caressed Rachel’s back and ass with the other the skin feeling smooth and silky beneath her fingertips. Evan reached up behind her and pulled hard on Rachel’s long dark hair separating their lips. His cock was imprisoned on her thigh and was starting to lengthen as he imaged what was about to happened. Erin pushed the vibrator into Rachel’s mouth a little at a time until half of it was passed her cock sucking lips.

Rachel’s mind was swirling as she struggled to understand what was happening; usually her work out was normal and the sexual stuff began with her massage. She inhaled deeply through her nose and forced herself to relax and found that the uncertainty was turning her on as much as the hands working her nipples and breasts and asshole and pussy. Her closed her eyes and allowed her mind to be carried along on waves of approaching ecstasy. Strong hands picked her up and took her a short distance away and Rachel knew it to be towards the Bowflex. She had forgotten about the vibrator that had been in her mouth briefly but she remembered it when she felt it push its way passed her nether lips into her pussy as two sets of hands lowered her on to it.

Her eyes flew open to see that she was facing the raised bench of the machine and that the handles were being placed in her hands. The seven inch sincan escort vibrator had been set on the lowest level and the rotating curved tip of the pink stained plastic tube was barely moving as was the smaller tip that arched its way to a point not far from her clit. Rachel suddenly had her hips on a swivel as she tried to find a position that allowed her to let the orgasm build within her even as she started to curl and uncurl her arms. Evan had hooked a light among of weight on the cables in front of her. She had lost track of Erin but her husband’s voice filled her mind. At first he spoke softly speaking only of exercises and pacing of them so the young whore did as she was told while twisting her pelvis around the unnatural object impaling her. Then he spoke of the vibrator and her moving hips his voice getting a bit of an edge.

“You want me to turn that jack rabbit up? You’re going to find it in your stomach if you are not careful.” He said walking up behind her so that his dick was thrusting against the nape of her neck through her long hair.

He reached around her body and grabbed her breasts roughly digging his fingers into the flesh. Rachel groaned loudly as the pain shot through her and was rewarded by the thick callused hands shifting to her hard erect nipples although Evan continued to squeeze and crumple the ridged kernel of flesh.

“Evan you have the vibe on so low that it might as well be off.” Erin announced reappearing suddenly as she reached between Rachel’s legs to take the vibrator up as high as it would go.

“There you go my dear; how’s that?” The muscled woman said keeping her hand where it was and starting to rub the younger woman’s silky thigh with the long red fingernails.

Evan quickly let go of her nipples and hooked his hands into her armpits and began pulling her to her feet.

“Come on time to work those shoulders. Stand up.” He said returning to talking of exercises.

“Keep that vibrator in your pussy. Tighten those muscles.” Erin chimed in.

Rachel gripped the vibrator with her fuck box but it was spinning too fast and slipped out of her slit. As it hit the ground Erin dived between Rachel’s legs and extended her tongue so she could lick the young woman’s juices that had began to run out of her pussy and down her legs. Evan watched his wife sucking pussy as Rachel raised and lowered her shoulders. He felt his erection leaking pre-cum and decided to skip the remainder of the workout routine and move on to the massage.

Erin had brought the folding table and gym bag from the bedroom where they had set it up before and placed it about half way between the hot tub and the Bowflex. The older woman watched as her husband led Rachel to the padded table and had her lay upon it. She spread her body on the soft cushions of the table as she lay on her stomach and waited for the two of them to place the oils and lotions across her skin. She did not have long to wait. She felt long strokes up and down her back and across the slope of her ass followed quickly by Erin getting up and the table and straddled her body as the muscular woman sat on her butt. The gliding strokes continued from the small of her back and moved up the length of her skin towards her neck where the soft hands swept out over her shoulders and down the sides of her back where the fingertips teased the sides of her breasts as the hands carried on towards the small of her back where to entire movement was continued again. Rachel felt the plastic dildo that the other woman had strapped to her waist and hips lie along the curve of her spine.

On the outward portion of the stroke Erin leaned forward on her hands increasing the pressure ever so slightly moving with Rachel’s slow exhale. Looking down Erin saw that her young partner had closed her eyes and a small grin was forming on her mouth. Stopping at Rachel’s shoulders Erin suddenly grasped the well toned muscles there and pulled them out before releasing them. She did this several times before she looked up at her husband who was standing off to the side and jerk off slowly looking at them. She shook her head at him indicating that he should move behind her and start working on Rachel’s legs.

Evan did as he was told and gently took Rachel’s left foot in his hands securely. He made circles with one of his thumbs on the bottom of her foot being careful not to remain in one spot for too long. Kneeling behind them Evan lifted Rachel’s foot and took her toe into his mouth sucking it and licking his tongue over and around it. He moved onto the other toes as he carried on with his kneaded of the bottom of her foot. Eventually he moved his hands to her calf and kneaded it gently. Looking up at the sight before him he saw his wife’s ass framed by the leather straps of the harness that she was wearing bouncing up and down on the parted legs of the young whore. He could see both of their hairless pussies and open lips. His erection got harder and was starting to hurt him and Evan knew that he would have to put his dick in someone soon.

Erin climbed down from the massage table and smiled as she looked at her husband with his mouth filled with Rachel’s toes.

“Come on; turn over.” She said patting Rachel on the butt until she raised herself onto her elbows and twist her hips over pausing momentarily for Evan to let her take her foot from between his lips.

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— CHAPTER 7: Montauk II —

****

*– JULY, MARSEILLE, FRANCE –*

Gingerly, I lay back against the plush pillows of the king-sized bed, getting myself comfortable before extending my right arm out into a curve, creating an inviting spot for Cassandra to recline against me. She accepted, pillowing her head against my chest before reaching back to pull my arm around her in a tighter hug. And together, we exhaled in welcome relief.

All was quiet in our spacious room. I’d gotten the Prestige Suite at the Sofitel Marseille Vieux-Port. And within five minutes of entering, I’d banished Captain Leclerq and all of his staff to get the hell out of the entire suite. I wanted nothing more to do with this whole mess.

Although the French officers shadowing me had been neutralized at Gare de Lyon, analysis of the security camera footage had eventually shown my unconscious body being dumped onto a TGV express train bound for Marseille. Captain Leclerq and his officers had immediately come after me, taking up positions in key areas and using their informant network to try and zero in on my location.

The French police had gotten a partial trace during Sharpley’s first ransom demand call to Taylor, while Cassandra and I were still holed up in our little closet. They narrowed our location down to the Vieux Port area. And the next time Sharpley called, Taylor had been instructed to keep him on the line for as long as possible to complete the trace.

So Taylor had first demanded evidence that we were still alive. And when that didn’t take long enough, she’d launched into her derisive comments, claiming not to care whether or not we were returned and instead asking Sharpley to just kill us so she could collect the entire fortune. She’d kept Sharpley on the line, the cops completed their trace, and then they busted in with guns at the ready.

The FBI agents, Taylor, Vivienne, and Evania were now flying down in the private jet and would be arriving shortly. They had stayed in Paris, holed up in their hotel suite, watching things unfold from there. But as soon as they had evidence that we were okay, they’d packed up immediately to come join us. The plan was to fly home to New York from Marseille.

But until they arrived, it was just me… and Cassandra.

“I love you…” I stated softly, leaning down to kiss the top of her head while running my fingers through her freshly-washed blonde hair.

“Love you…” she mumbled, snuggling her face deeper against my chest. Wanting to feel the touch of my skin, she reached up and dragged the collar of my T-shirt down. But it wasn’t enough, and she wound up pushing the hem of my shirt upwards until my entire chest was exposed and she could lay her cheek against my right pec.

I chuckled, her eyelashes tickling me as she blinked. And I felt an old stirring as Cassandra and I lay in bed together, me half-naked.

It had been a very long time since we’d been like this, excepting that one night in our closet prison. But we weren’t trapped any longer, and I could feel my body flushing as my warm affection for this gorgeous creature flooded through my veins.

I wasn’t the only one to notice. Cassandra hummed, idly kissing my chest, perhaps out of habit from the many times she’d lain on it over the years. Her hand roamed up and down my abs, my muscles taught and semi-defined after years of Rebecca working me into six-pack shape. And then her hand drifted a little lower, gliding over the bulge in my cotton lounge pants.

I groaned softly, feeling the rush of blood going south into my loins. But the instant I groaned, Cassandra’s hand went tense, and she pulled it away from my crotch.

I knew immediately that something was wrong. And I was already sitting up as Cassandra quickly rolled herself away from me, curling herself into a ball.

“Cassandra…” I said softly, wincing as I remembered what had happened to her scarcely an hour ago.

As much as she loved me, and as much as she enjoyed the feel of my touch, Cassandra had been raped. There had been no time for her to recover from that yet, and I knew I had to be very careful with her.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, as if that would do any good. “I’m… I’m here…”

Without looking, she reached a hand back, seeking out mine. Instinctively, I offered her my left hand, and she grabbed it, pulling my arm around her. “Just hold me,” she whimpered very softly, so softly that I barely heard her.

“Okay,” I said, nodding even though she couldn’t see me. I slid down the bed, moving myself into a spooning position. Moving slowly, I let my legs come up behind hers, ensuring that I could touch her without making it seem like I was coming on top of her, like I was trapping her. And once I settled in behind her, I wrapped my left arm around her a little more tightly while adding again, “I’m here.”

“Just hold me,” she repeated.

So I did.

****

Even though it was only mid-day, Cassandra and I still fell asleep. Our exhaustion had nothing to do with kızılay escort the time zone or number of hours we’d been awake. The sheer ordeal of being kidnapped, held at gunpoint, and then caught in the middle of a firefight had taken its toll on us. And I didn’t want to even think about where Cassandra’s psyche was at after the rape.

By the time we awoke, everyone else had arrived and was waiting for us in the suite’s living room. While we’d slept, someone had brought in both my suitcase and the one Taylor had thoughtfully packed for Cassandra before leaving Montauk. The sight of her own clothes put a smile on Cassandra’s face, and she went into the bathroom to change and freshen up. Ten minutes later, the two of us emerged.

“Ohhh…” Taylor sighed and smiled, immediately jumping out of her chair and coming over to Cassandra. The two women hugged fiercely, rocking together while Taylor blubbered apologies for what had happened, saying it was all her fault. And Cassandra just patted her back, reassuring the brunette that it was okay and that things _weren’t_ her fault.

Vivienne, expectedly, came straight to me. She leaped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist with all the exuberance of a 23-year-old girl who thought her boyfriend had been *this* close to death. And Evania was immediately by our sides, hugging us together.

Taylor then released Cassandra. Vivienne saw my wife coming over to us, and immediately dropped her feet onto the ground. Almost embarrassed, she backed away, sliding her hand into Evania’s as the pair of them gave me and Taylor some room.

My wife simply stepped up to me, taking my face in her hands and giving me an intense look before sliding her hands around the back of my head and giving me a firm kiss. Wordlessly, she then slid her face down so that she could rest her cheek against my shoulder. And she hugged herself against me while crying ever so softly.

“Don’t you ever do that to me again,” Taylor whimpered.

“What?”

“Get yourself kidnapped,” she sniffled before pulling her head back and pouting. “You do, and I will *seriously* just let them kill you so I can take all your money, got it?”

I barked a short laugh, and soon Taylor and Cassandra were chuckling along with me. It was then that I saw there was one more person in the room, and Special Agent Farnsworth stepped forward.

“Hi, Barry,” Cassandra sighed, opening her arms for a hug.

Rather stiffly, the dour agent moved forward and let Cassandra hug him. But he stepped back almost immediately, looking decidedly uncomfortable. “I’m glad you’re safe,” he said, the catch in his voice betraying his emotions despite his attempts to appear stoic.

Cassandra beamed, her smile lighting up the room. “Thanks to you and your team.”

He nodded and then looked ready to bolt.

But before he could, Cassandra asked, “Where is everyone else? Jonathan told me Agent Reddick and a few other field techs were with you.”

Farnsworth shrugged. “Agent Reddick is at the local prison keeping an eye on Mr. Sharpley. His associates were French nationals, so they’re under Captain Leclerq’s jurisdiction now. But we’re working out the paperwork to extradite Sharpley to the U.S., and that’ll take a little time.”

Cassandra blinked. “So you won’t be returning with us?”

Farnsworth shook his head. “We’ll have to arrange a later transport. So this is goodbye for now. I’ll stop by the house to brief you once we’ve gotten all the legal matters sorted out.”

Cassandra smiled and then stepped forward, enveloping the agent in a warm hug that he wasn’t expecting. But this time, instead of just stoically taking it, he actually smiled and patted her back. And he blushed when the gorgeous blonde turned her head and kissed his cheek, letting her lips linger for a few extra seconds. “Thanks, Barry. For everything.”

“Just doing my job, Ma’am.” Farnsworth touched his forehead in a casual salute/hat tip, and then came over to me to shake my hand.

“Thank you, Special Agent Farnsworth,” I stated firmly, emphasizing his full title.

“Take care of yourself,” he replied before glancing at both Taylor and Cassandra. And then he added, “And them.”

I watched his lingering looks and grinned. “Sure thing.”

****

As picturesque as Marseille was, both Cassandra and I really wanted to get the hell out of there. So after a quick catered lunch on the balcony overlooking the harbor, we took limos to the airport and boarded the Gulfstream jet. And soon we were in the air heading for America.

I’d taken two transatlantic plane rides in the past month or so. The first one had been from Athens to New York, when Cassandra had first come to fetch me home. And the second had been just days ago, flying off to Paris to rescue Cassandra.

Both times, I’d been conscious of the unspoken pecking order that had developed among the girls accompanying me. Through veiled looks or merely confident movements, these women maltepe escort self-organized who was sitting where, and it was no different for this flight home.

I had a regular seat on the plane. It had been my seat for both the previous trips, with Cassandra by my side for the Athens-return and Taylor with me for destination-Paris. But Cassandra didn’t lead me to it this time. Instead, she pulled me directly over to one of the long sofas built lengthwise along the side wall, one that sat three people with recessed seatbelts in the cushions. Cassandra put me in the middle, and then dropped herself into the spot on my right. Taylor followed, sitting down on my left.

There was an identical sofa facing the first one across the aisle, so that six people could comfortably have a conversation. But rather than sit down there, Vivienne pulled Evania with her to the table towards the aft part of the cabin. She sat down in my regular seat, immediately buckling herself in. And then she sighed and stared out the window.

I sat there and pondered the way my life had turned out. In many ways, it was just the way I had once hoped for… desperately… after my world had fallen apart. After everything we’d been through, here I was back on my private jet with Taylor under one arm and Cassandra the other. Taylor’s scar would never fade — and I was sure the memories of what had happened to Cassandra wouldn’t either — but we were together again.

At the same time, I’d picked up two new important people in my life along the way. They’d played an important role in getting me back to this point, and I couldn’t discount the contributions they’d already made. And with them on my mind, I flicked my eyes over to Evania and Vivienne.

Both women were watching me intently. Evania had a patient expression. She actually seemed energized by all the zipping around we’d been doing lately. She’d handled all the arrangements of going back and forth to Europe, completely in her element. And the look in her eyes told me she looked forward to serving me in any way I deemed fit for the foreseeable future.

But Vivienne gave me a pained look. I saw the longing in her eyes, the desire to be beside me, cuddling up next to me. I had to be killing her inside not to be with me, and yet she knew that it wasn’t her place.

I felt for her. I felt guilty for uprooting her from her home, taking her away from her friends, and dragging her back and forth across the globe. We’d become as intimately close as any two people could become in… what… five weeks? And to go so suddenly from being my clear

to a distant… what… third? Fourth? It had to hurt.

If we were to continue with our relationship, we would have to work things out. I still owed Cassandra much more love and attention, especially after what she’d just been through. But I also owed it to Vivienne to make the effort to keep our relationship intact.

I knew I was going to have a problem very soon. Three days ago, I was all set to abandon the Jonathan Kwong life, to live as Tom Eriksen with Vivienne and Evania. All three of us believed our world together would be happily ever after.

But then everything imploded. Reality had forced its ugly head into the mix, and I’d jetted away to rescue Cassandra. Now I had to deal with both lives. I couldn’t keep BOTH of them; there was a simply too great a divide between my Tom Eriksen life and my Jonathan Kwong one. But it was a problem I couldn’t deal with right now. Cassandra needed me, and indeed she was pulling my right arm around her shoulders and cuddling herself into the crook of my shoulder.

I would have to make a decision about my Tom Eriksen life very soon. _I’ll get it worked out,_ I told myself. _I’ve still got some time._

But I was wrong. Time was up.

****

*– MONTAUK, NEW YORK –*

“Mr. Kwong, sir?”

I was startled from my reverie by the voice of Matthew, my limo driver, coming over the intercom. After landing in the afternoon at the airfield and transferring to the stretch limo with tinted windows within the privacy of an enclosed hangar, we’d emerged to find scores of paparazzi lining the fences as we tried to drive out.

I’d sighed in resignation at the flashbulbs popping en masse as they tried to penetrate the car windows. The special tint I’d gotten was reflective, so the photogs weren’t doing anything but blinding themselves, not that they would stop or anything. And I was staring out at them when Matthew called for my attention.

“Yes, Matthew?”

“Miss Ashlyn just called. She says you should turn on the TV.”

Both Cassandra and Taylor looked over at me. They were seated to either side of me in the back of the limo. And Evania and Vivienne ahead of us also turned around to look at me. Shrugging, I motioned for Taylor to push the entertainment system controls on her side of the car, and she turned on the 30-inch monitor on the wall separating us from the driver.

“The blogosphere is buzzing mamak escort with new reports coming from both our European sources and key personnel *inside* the FBI investigative unit. We’ve confirmed that in the past 48 hours, an absolute whirlwind of events have taken place involving the now infamous Jonathan Kwong and his longtime personal assistant Cassandra Cooper.

“A few days ago, TMZ released startling footage revealing that a disguised Jonathan had paid a visit to his estranged wife, ex-supermodel Taylor Brynn, at a Malibu rehab center. Shortly after, it was announced that Taylor had _left_ the clinic, and was presumed to have returned to the Kwong’s private estate in Montauk, New York.

“But contrary to what we believed then, Montauk was not Taylor’s final stop. Our FBI sources have confirmed that just before Taylor was released, Jonathan’s assistant Cassandra Cooper was *kidnapped* by none other than the fugitive executive Robert Sharpley, who just last year stole over four *billion* dollars from the company. Miss Cooper was presumably held for ransom, and our European sources now tell us that when Jonathan’s private jet flew away two nights ago, both Jonathan and Taylor were aboard as they headed for Paris to mount a rescue attempt.

“What followed is a story that you won’t believe, with a standoff that ended in bloody gunfire. So don’t go away. We’ll have the juicy details after the break!”

The screen cut to commercial, and Taylor put the sound on mute. I simply buried my face in my hands and muttered, “You’ve GOT to be kidding me.”

“How could they know?” Taylor sighed.

“The FBI is a big, BIG government entity,” Cassandra sighed, her Aussie drawl making her seem even more jaded. “National secrets are one thing. I’m sure you could get *executed* for divulging that stuff. But protecting the privacy of the rich and famous?”

The three of us griped about that for a few minutes until the Celebrity Sightings broadcast came back. Unfortunately, the French police wasn’t much more airtight. The breathy reporter announced that *I’d* been kidnapped, and then the both Cassandra and I were rescued in a firefight that wounded several French police and claimed the lives of three kidnappers. It had all happened only a few hours ago. But word could shoot across the Atlantic Ocean much faster than even the fastest private jet could fly.

“Matthew, get us home,” I barked, jabbing the intercom.

“Sir, we’re in front of the gates now,” he said. But then he explained apologetically, “And so are they.”

I looked up. In the intervening ten minutes of broadcast, we’d driven to the front gates of the Mansion estate. But just like at the airfield, there was a horde of paparazzi blocking our way.

“‘Encourage’ them to move,” I growled.

“Yes, sir,” Matthew replied. He promptly honked the horn, a special one I’d installed that was *deafeningly* loud. And then stepping gently on the accelerator, he nudged the front bumper forward and into the crowd. At the first touch of knees buckling, the crazed photogs began to move out of the way.

With travel and the time zone change, it was about 5pm. Security radioed to tell me they’d caught two trespassers with bigass zoom lenses jumping the fence. I rubbed my forehead again, thinking that after everything I’d been through, couldn’t I please just have some peace and quiet for a little while? I’d nearly died a few hours ago… Cassandra had nearly died. Why wouldn’t these people just leave me alone?

But of course they wouldn’t leave me alone. It was their job to hound me. And whether I’d agreed to be hounded or not, my fame had been the price to pay for my inheritance. Plus, it was like Taylor had once told me: “You don’t want paparazzi stalking you? Stop fucking supermodels.”

She’d said it in jest at the time, but there was more than a grain of truth in her words. If I’d just settled into a quiet life with Taylor in some rural destination, my life would have been far less complicated. Bill Gates and Warren Buffet had gazillions more money than me, but then they didn’t go around to high society parties and leave with a couple of extra hot women under their arms. No, I had to go jet-setting to exotic locales with Taylor, Cassandra, Ashlyn, Charlotte, and a half-dozen of their friends. I had to get photographed in compromising positions with many different women who weren’t my wife. And that kind of lifestyle was of somewhat high interest to the people who enjoyed watching Celebrity Sightings. It was my fault. It was the lifestyle Jonathan Kwong had chosen, believing that the rewards (and pleasures) were worth it.

And even though I’d run away from that lifestyle, it would forever haunt my past.

Time was up. And now I had to make a new decision: After everything that had happened, what did I want to do with my life now?

****

Even though I’d slept quite a bit during and immediately after the kidnapping, I hadn’t slept on the plane ride home. So I was feeling pretty tired when we finally got to the house and went inside. As expected, the whole household was there to greet us.

My mom was the first to grab me and hold onto me, complaining in Cantonese about heart attacks and making her worry while simultaneously professing her relief that I was alright. To my right, Cassandra’s mother was doing the exact same thing to her daughter.

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Tight Fits Continued: Tom visits Amber and Karen at College

By Ralle

*This story is a continuation of the 5-part series A Summer of Tight Fits.

(All persons engaged in sexual activity in this story are over 18 years old. Any similarities between this story and real people are purely coincidental.)

*****

Mrs. Wilson lay in bed Saturday night after a full day with her kids, thinking about her end of summer adventures with Karen, Amber and Tom, getting increasingly horny as she recalled all of their sexual encounters. It had started with Amber and Karen seducing her one night after they babysat her kids, forcing her to eat them while they plunged her dildo into her ass. She had submitted to their demands, completely turned on by their hot bodies, their wet cunts, their firm tits. Then she was summoned to Karen’s house via a text message to again have sex with them, helping to fulfill Amber’s fantasy of having all three of her holes stuffed with cock. She had plowed Amber’s cunt with her big dildo while Karen fucked her in the ass and Amber sucked Tom’s cock until he coated her face with cum that dripped down between Amber’s tits to her mound. She had licked his cum out of Amber’s pussy driving Amber to another orgasm and making her own cunt throb. She had then licked Karen’s pussy until she came in her mouth. Finally, Amber and Karen made her cum with their tongues and with her dildo, an explosive orgasm that had built up from eating both Amber and Karen and watching Tom’s big penis slide in and out of Amber’s mouth until it spurted cum all over her.

After Amber returned home several days later, Karen had summoned her back to her house with another text message. Mrs. Wilson reached for her phone to reread the message. “Mrs. Wilson, my parents just left for the evening. I need you to come to my house and eat me while Tom fucks me in the ass with his big cock. Don’t wear any panties or a bra. Be here at 7 sharp.” She put the phone down and slid her right hand underneath the elastic of her panties, putting a finger into her wet slit, her clit throbbing as she grazed it. She rubbed her cunt as she thought back to that night.

She had arrived promptly at 7 as instructed, wearing just a short sundress. Karen answered the doorbell and pulled her into the house. She was wearing a thong bathing suit that did little to cover her big, creamy tits. Karen immediately pressed her mouth to hers, sliding her hard tongue between her lips to search for her tongue while reaching underneath her dress to caress her pussy.

“Jesus, you are soaking wet, Mrs. Wilson. You must be looking forward to eating my cunt,” Karen had said with a smile, now sliding a finger between her moist outer lips.

“I am, Karen. I miss eating you,” she had replied, honestly.

Karen took her by the hand and led her into the kitchen, where she poured her a glass of wine. Then they went outside to the pool, which was completely secluded. A tall fence surrounded the pool and patio, their house at the end of a cul-de-sac.

Tom was lying naked on a big lounge chair. He got up to give her a hug, telling her he was glad to see her. As he pressed against her, Mrs. Wilson had felt his penis begin to swell.

Tom lit a joint and passed it to Karen, who offered it to Mrs. Wilson. She declined, saying maybe some other time. But after Karen promised it was very mild, she took a small hit and exhaled, eager to please Karen and Tom. She hadn’t smoked pot since college and even then it had been a rare occurrence. Between the wine and the pot and the warm summer evening she had become very relaxed, eager for Karen to tell her what she should do.

Karen had pulled the lounge chair onto the grass and motioned for Tom to lie down on it. She got on her knees on one side of the chair and began licking Tom’s penis, now semi-erect. Karen had then told her to “come help me get Tom’s cock nice and hard,” pointing to the other side of the chair. She did as she was told, getting on her knees on the grass. As Karen took the head of Tom’s cock into her mouth, she began to lick his shaft, from his balls up to meet Karen’s tongue at the head. They kissed briefly before resuming their cock sucking. Tom began stroking her hair, telling her that it felt really good. She had seen Tom’s cock before when the three of them had had sex with Amber, but this was the first time she had tasted it. It grew in size, its bulbous crown expanding in Karen’s mouth, its shaft growing thicker, its veins more pronounced. It was a beautiful cock, bigger than her soon-to-be ex-husband’s. She moaned once and then took the head out of Karen’s mouth and put it into hers, slowly taking more of his thick meat into her mouth, completely giving in to sucking his big, hard cock.

Karen let her have it and stood to straddle Tom’s head, giving him access to her shaved cunt. As she blew him, she had watched from below as Tom’s tongue slid into Karen’s wet, juicy hole and then flicked against her clit, causing her to gaziosmanpaşa escort moan and grind her cunt into Tom’s mouth, thrusting against his hard tongue. Her own cunt ached and she had wanted to reach between her legs to lightly stroke her clit, but knew that Karen hadn’t given her permission to touch herself or to have an orgasm. Still focusing on taking more of Tom’s shaft deeper into her throat, she swallowed half of his meat before she gagged once and then resumed sucking him, getting one more thick inch into her mouth.

Karen had then stepped away from Tom and told him to stand behind the lounge chair. She lowered the chair until it was level, then got on her hands and knees on the chair and began sucking Tom’s cock as he stood in front of her.

“Lick my asshole, Mrs. Wilson,” Karen had told her. “Get it nice and wet for Tom’s big cock.”

She got behind Karen and began licking her asshole with long strokes of her tongue, dipping down to slide it into her cunt and over her clit.

Karen began to moan, her mouth stuffed with cock, and push back against her tongue ravishing her asshole.

They then got in a 69 position on the lounge chair. She lay flat on the chair, spreading her legs so they hung over the chair, exposing her wet slit to Karen’s mouth. She groaned when Karen’s tongue finally flicked against her engorged clit and then slid deep inside her juicy hole. She returned to lapping Karen’s pussy and asshole while Karen ate her cunt.

Tom had then positioned himself behind Karen’s ass and slowly eased his cock into Karen’s wet cunt until just his balls remained. She had licked his balls and then his shaft as it withdrew from Karen’s cunt, covered with her juices. He began ramming his cock into her, gripping her hips while he plunged in and out of her, his balls slapping against her tongue and mouth.

And then Karen moaned and told Tom, “fuck me in the ass, put your big cock inside me.”

He eased his cock out of her dripping cunt and reached under the chair for a tube of lube, which he smeared all over Karen’s asshole. She had reached up with her hand to guide his cock into her mouth, tasting Karen’s juices as she swallowed half of his bulging meat. Tom fucked her willing mouth with several thrusts until he put the head of his cock at the entrance of Karen’s ass and eased it past her tight ring, keeping just the head inside her ass until it adjusted to his girth. Karen groaned as Tom slowly pushed inch after inch of his thick cock past her asshole until he was fully inside her. She kept her tongue pressed against Karen’s clit as Tom began to fuck her ass, pulling all the way out until just the tip of his head was inside her and then plunging his shaft back into her tight hole.

Karen had moaned loudly and told her, “eat my cunt, Mrs. Wilson, don’t stop.”

She slid her tongue into her slippery hole while rubbing her clit with her thumb. Karen stopped eating her as she approached orgasm, thrusting back to meet her tongue and Tom’s cock as he began to pound her asshole, his thighs now slapping against the cheeks of her ass.

Karen had convulsed in orgasm as Tom pulled out and began spurting cum all over her ass before plunging back inside her grasping asshole, lubed now with his cream. His first load had slid between Karen’s cheeks, dripping down into her cunt, where she had lapped it up while still rubbing Karen’s clit with her thumb.

Karen had collapsed on top of her, her mouth resting on her aching cunt, her heavy breathing teasing her clit. Finally, Karen’s tongue snaked out of her mouth to slide between her swollen inner lips. Karen began to lick up and down her cunt, lingering on her clit before sliding her tongue back into her tight wet hole. She came in less than a minute, the buildup of the evening long, slow, and continuous. With Tom’s cum still dripping down from Karen’s ass onto her face and mouth, she grabbed Karen’s head and pulled it deeper into her spasming cunt as it hit her, a short but intense orgasm that made her limp.

They had swum afterwards and then she walked home, wearing just her sundress, her cum-matted cunt exposed to the summer air, a delicious feeling.

Still lying in bed, stroking her throbbing pussy, so close to orgasm, Mrs. Wilson then thought about her final sexual encounter of the summer. Tom had texted her after Karen left for college to ask if he could come over and say goodbye. She had known that what he really wanted was a blowjob, and she was prepared to give it to him. With her kids at her father’s new place, she had said yes, ‘come over and say goodbye.’ She greeted him in a short skirt and tight blouse, not wearing any panties or a bra. He had given her a hug and again said he was glad to see her. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and led him by the hand into her living room. They talked for a bit about him going back to college that weekend before he reached for her and began kissing gölbaşı escort her while stroking her thighs, which she parted to give him access to her aching mound. He had taken off her blouse and caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples while he began to rub her cunt under her skirt. He soon stripped off her skirt and got on his knees between her legs, licking his way up her inner thighs until his tongue reached her moist cunt. He ate her slowly at first and then more forcefully, sliding his tongue into her wet hole before flicking it at her hard clit. She had moaned and pressed him deeper inside her, telling him, “eat my cunt, Tom, you’re going to make me cum.” Her orgasm hit her quickly, so turned on by his thick tongue filling her tight hole and his lip mashing against her clit. She had collapsed against the couch. She was still catching her breath when Tom stood up and held his pulsating member in front of her. She groaned and took it in her hand and started to stroke while lightly licking the underside of his bulging head. Then she eased the head into her mouth and then inch by inch swallowed half of his thick shaft. She stroked the other half while blowing him and soon he erupted in her mouth, his cum spurting deep into her throat, his big load making her gag. Some of his cum slid down her chin and landed on her breasts. She rubbed his cum into her tits as she kept sucking him, eventually draining him as he pressed her head to his cock.

They had kissed and said goodbye afterwards, promising to stay in touch. And she had meant it. He was a nice guy, gentle with her but very sexy. He didn’t assume the dominant tone Karen did, and that was good, as she was not in the mood to be dominated by a man again. She had filed for divorce, but wasn’t ready to begin dating men her own age, and wouldn’t be for awhile. But having a good-looking boy toy like Tom in her life suited her just fine, especially since he was respectful and had a beautiful big cock she had grown fond of sucking. And she was keen on feeling his big cock inside her cunt and not just her mouth.

As she thought again about his cum spurting into her throat and dripping onto her tits, Mrs. Wilson shook as her orgasm hit her, two fingers deep inside her cunt and another two fingers sandwiching her clit. Jesus, she thought, she missed having sex with him, and with Karen. She had embraced the role of a suburban cunt-licking MILF slut. She didn’t know what she was going to do now that Karen and Tom, and Amber, were back at college.

***

Tom lay in his bed on a Wednesday night, stroking his cock as he recalled his end of summer adventures. Fortunately his roommate had a night class on Wednesdays, his only night of privacy in the cramped crappy freshman dorm. Every Wednesday night he would jerk off, thinking about each of the sexual situations he found himself in the past month or so. Multiple blowjobs from Amber, cumming on her beautiful tits or in her mouth, then the last day pounding her cunt from behind, slamming his meat into her tight slick hole until he covered her ass with cum. Or finally getting to fuck Karen in the ass after a summer of teasing, of watching her ass sway as she walked to the pool, her cheeks barely contained by her skimpy suits. He had fantasized about sliding his cock into her ass ever since he saw Amber lick her asshole from a second floor window and imagined that he was behind her on a pool lounger reaming her tight hole. And that is what he did the final night before Karen left for college. His parents were at a party and Karen had texted Mrs. Wilson that she wanted her to come over and “eat me while Tom fucks me in the ass with his big cock.” And Mrs. Wilson had shown up, right on time, no panties and no bra, just a slim sundress that showed off her tight body. Mrs. Wilson drives me crazy, Tom thought. His cock hardened as he thought back to that night, of Mrs. Wilson and Karen licking and sucking his cock, Mrs. Wilson finally wresting it away from Karen to swallow half of it. And then he had planted it in Karen’s ass, fucking her tight asshole until he came all over Karen’s cheeks, then plunging back inside her to deposit his second load.

Tom then thought back to the final summer sex session, when he went over to Mrs. Wilson’s house to say goodbye. Before he knew it he was on his knees, eating Mrs. Wilson’s cunt until she had a big orgasm, grabbing his head and pulling him deeper inside her. He had then stood up, his cock sticking straight out, rigid, throbbing, waiting for Mrs. Wilson’s warm mouth to envelop it, swallow it, until his cum spurted into her throat, his big load spilling out of her mouth onto her tits. He had looked down at Mrs. Wilson, who looked up at him, smiling as she licked her cum-covered lips and rubbed his cum into her tits. He wished she was there right now to blow him.

Tom got his phone and sent her a text, wondering what would happen.

“Hi Mrs. Wilson, it’s Tom. I was just thinking keçiören escort about you. Hope you’re doing well.”

After a very long minute, she texted back: “Hi Tom, thanks for getting in touch. I was thinking about you tonight. In fact, I’m in bed right now thinking about you.”

“So am I, in bed I mean.”

“I’m not wearing any clothes. Are you?”

“Nothing.”

“Mmmm. Is your cock hard? Are you stroking it while thinking of me licking it and sucking it that final night?

“Wow, Mrs. Wilson. That is exactly what I would want you to do right now. Yes, my cock is very hard. I’m pumping it with my right hand. What are you doing?”

“I’m lying her thinking how good it would feel if you were again between my thighs, your tongue licking its way up to my cunt. I’m so fucking wet right now, Tom.”

“I would love to eat your cunt right now, Mrs. Wilson.”

“And then I would tell you to slide your big hard cock inside me. Would you do that for me, Tom?”

“Jesus, yes, Mrs. Wilson, I would fuck you right now.”

“I need you to pound my cunt with that fat cock of yours, Tom. My cunt needs your cock sliding in and out of it. It needs to be fucked.”

Tom heard Mrs. Wilson moan and the sound of her dildo sliding into her slick hole.

“I’m going to cum, Tom, I’m going to cum with your big cock in my cunt. Then cum on my tits, Tom, coat my tits with your hot cum.”

Tom began furiously stroking his cock, even more turned on by Mrs. Wilson’s unexpectedly erotic language. Within seconds his cum began to spurt all over his chest.

“I’m cumming Mrs. Wilson, I’m cumming on your tits.”

“I’m cumming too, Tom, Jesus I’m cumming…”

Tom heard Mrs. Wilson moan loudly as he came, imagining his cock spewing a load of cum on her beautiful breasts.

They both were silent as they caught their breath, suddenly feeling a bit weird that they had just sexted for the first time.

“Wow Tom, that was incredible. How was it for you? Was it ok?”

“It was great, Mrs. Wilson, really exciting. Thank you. I’m glad you got back to me.”

“Of course, I miss seeing you. Let me know when you get home for fall break, ok? We’ll get together.”

“I will, Mrs. Wilson. Thanks. See you soon.”

They both signed off, drained from their highly erotic encounter.

***

Tom woke up the next morning, thinking about their exciting sexting session, his cock throbbing under his sheets. He needed to get laid. He texted Karen and asked her if he could visit her and Amber this coming weekend.

She got back to him in the late afternoon.

“Yes, would love to see you, as would Am. Let me know when you’re coming. See you Friday night!”

No doubt Karen was as horny as he was, Tom thought, though maybe she had found a boyfriend by then. He was hoping Amber hadn’t and would want to have sex with him again. He missed Amber. And Karen. And Mrs. Wilson.

He hatched a plan to rendezvous with Karen and Amber Friday night. He’d get a motel room or an AirBnB so they’d have privacy.

The whole week he had thoughts of getting together with them again. Wednesday night of course he was jerking off to summer memories but also new fantasies he hoped to enact on Friday or Saturday. He came, thinking about again getting to fuck Karen’s tight ass.

***

Friday night and Tom was minutes away from seeing Karen at the motel room he had rented. Amber would be coming by later, after her sorority event. According to Karen she was pledging this cool sorority and really wanted to make a good impression with the sorority sisters who would vote for or against her. Tom imagined her going down on each of them, a line of hot college girls waiting for Amber to lick their cunts and assholes until they came in her mouth. No doubt she’d be willing to let them fuck her in the ass as Karen had with her dildo that hot summer night, reaming her tight hole while Mrs. Wilson filled her cunt and she sucked his cock. In any case, Tom thought, when Amber did show up at the motel she would be very horny and ready to be fucked. And maybe this time she would let Tom fuck her in the ass instead of Karen. Karen had probably told her about the ass-fucking Tom had given her after Amber went home, and maybe Amber would be willing to take his fat rod in her tight hole. And if not, he knew Karen would.

He was sitting outside his room, nursing a beer when Karen pulled up. She bounded out of the car and gave him a big hug, and then a long, wet kiss.

“Jesus I missed you, Tom.”

“I missed you,” Tom replied, kissing her back and pulling her towards her, feeling her big, soft breasts mash against his chest, and her mound grind against his growing penis, now straining against his shorts.

“Hmmm, I can tell, Tom. Your cock is surely happy to see me,” Karen said, reaching down to squeeze it through his shorts.

Tom led her into the motel room. Karen screamed, and then ran to the bed, where Mrs. Wilson was lying down, tied to the bedposts, her legs spread, her now hairless cunt glistening with moisture.

“Mrs. Wilson, I can’t believe you’re here,” Karen cried, “I fucking missed you.”

She gave Mrs. Wilson a long slow sensuous kiss, her tongue dipping inside her mouth.

“I missed you Karen. I’m glad you’re happy to see me,” Mrs. Wilson said.

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I have always thought that a threesome experience could be extremely erotic, and I have a submissive side that is not often explored by my husband. This fantasy story involves both, and is what I would consider an amazing first experience if I could live it out!

After introducing myself to a couple whose profile I find on a local swingers site and exchanging a few sexy e-mails we decide to meet at a restaurant nearby to see if the chemistry is there in real life. As I walk in and recognize their faces sitting in the booth at the back of the room, my pussy drenches instantly in hopes of making this long time fantasy a reality.

I sit and we exchange a few smiles and pleasantries before getting to business. They ask about my limits and what I’m hoping for and I after a brief, nervous hesitation I begin to speak. I describe how I want them to direct the action, and that I love to be told what to do, and sometimes made to do it. I talk about how I adore a big fat cock stuffed deep in my throat, my need to be spanked and have my hair pulled, and how I want to bury my face in between her breasts and thighs. I don’t however want fingers inside me or for him to taste me… strange but somehow I feel as though that is something reserved only for my husband. Oh yes… did I mention I’m married and he can’t know? I love him, but this is just for me and he has no desire to make it happen, so I will.

I can tell that what I’ve told them has made an impression. They look at each other, questioning, then smile and nod. He asks me if I’m ready to go home with them and be fucked like the whore I am. “I thought you’d never ask,” I say. They lay enough money on the table to cover the drinks we’ve had without even waiting for the check and we all stand up eager to see where the day will lead us.

I follow them back to their home, park, and pause for only a moment before getting out of the car. I’ve been wanting and waiting for this too long to back out now. I’m so wet at the though of what’s going to come (hopefully me, multiple times) of all this.

They’re waiting on the porch for me, and he is holding the door open politely with a small smile on his face. I walk across the threshold and they follow behind me. I step into the living room and stand there waiting, watching them. He turns and closes the door, as she pulls the blinds. They both turn to look at me, and a slight tension fills the room. Then he takes charge.

He tells me to remove my clothes, and she moves behind me, putting her hands on my shoulders. She helps me, reaching around to unbutton my shirt, exposing my bra covered breasts as I unzip my jeans. My shirt is pulled off and my pants fall to the floor, and she puts her hands on my hips gently pushing me to step out of them. He stares at me and tells me to turn around, I move obediently, anticipating whatever comes next.

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Meanwhile she has undressed completely, and he tells her to come to him as he stands me back up and turns me to face him. She and I are both standing nude, side by side, facing him and he tells us it’s time for sluts to suck his dick. He reaches up both hands, and extends them to caress our cheeks, and then wraps his hands in our hair and forces us to our knees.

With our hair twined between his fingers he guides my face to his balls and hers to the shaft. I open my mouth and begin to gently lick each one, loving the feel of the soft skin against my lips and tongue. I take each one in my mouth individually and tease them with my tongue as he groans and clenches his fist tighter in my hair. He then brings my face to hers and we begin to kiss each other, softly at first, and then more deeply with tongues intertwining. He breaks our kiss by thrusting his thick cock between our faces and tells us both to lick it together. We do so eagerly, our saliva intermingling as we enjoy the taste of him. He then turns our faces toward him and guides his cock into one open mouth, and then the other, making a few strokes each time before taking advantage of the other hungry mouth waiting for him.

After a few minutes of this he pulls my hair so that I’m looking up, facing him and tells me that he’s going to give me exactly what I want. His cock buried in my throat. He tells me he’s going to fuck my face and that he’s not sure yet whether he’s going to spray his come on my face or down the back of my throat. He looks me right in the eye and pauses after he says this, and in my periphery I notice him release her hair and wave her away.

He sinks to his knees, maintaining eye contact, one hand still tangled in my hair. As his knees touch the floor he pushes me down onto all fours, and brings his other hand to my mouth. His thumb plays with my lower lip for a moment before he presses it into my warm and yielding mouth and then opens my jaw for him. He thrusts his cock in just a few inches before pulling back. etlik escort With each stroke he pushes in a little deeper, letting me lubricate his long, thick tool in preparation for the deepest thrust yet to come. I tease him with my tongue and open up to let him in all the way when I feel her come up behind me.

She reaches under me to knead my breasts and tweak my nipples, and I feel something hard press against the back of my thigh when he speaks again, while he’s still fucking my face. He tells me that I’m about to find out what it’s like to be fucked in two holes at the same time, and that she is about to penetrate me with a strap on. Before he even finishes the sentence, she grabs my hips and thrusts the dildo all the way inside my dripping puss. She shows no mercy and fucks me hard and fast, gripping my ass cheeks hard as he fucks my mouth the same way. His hands tighten in my hair and I sense that he is about to come. Overwhelmed by the sensations of his large cock sliding in and out of my mouth and her strap on violently fucking me from behind, I moan around him and my body shakes as I come harder than I’ve ever come before. He grips me behind the head and forces his cock all the way inside my face and holds it there and I feel his thick spray spurting against the back of my throat. After a moment he releases me and tells her to come and suck the last bit out of him. She crawls eagerly to his dick and suctions him clean while I watch from my hands and knees, panting hard.

Still reeling from the thundering orgasm I just had, I barley notice him move around behind me as she lay down in front of me. He pulls my hair again, making me kneel. With one hand he pinches my clit repeatedly making me shiver with both pain and pleasure. The other hand glides up my belly and over my breast, stopping momentarily to tweak my nipple before stopping at my chin. He pulls me into him, he’s still hard, and his lips are next to my ear. He tells me that he’s going to fuck me like the whore that I am, and while he does that I’m going to lick her pussy and make her come.

He releases my chin and pushes me back to all fours, crawling towards her thighs. I feel his hand on the back of my head and he forces my face into her pussy. It’s glistening and wet, so I can tell she’s enjoying this just as much as he is. Her hand replaces his on the back of my head as she guides me where she wants me. I’ve only been with one other woman, years ago, but the scent of her brings back the erotic memories, and after only brief hesitation I eagerly begin to lick and suck. Her hips rise up into my face as I nuzzle her wet pussy, her hands are now the ones gripping my hair and holding me in place as she is determined to fuck my face as well.

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As I continue to taste her, I feel his thumb circling my asshole. He reaches it lower and dips it into my own wetness before gliding it back upwards and pressing gently against my tight backdoor. The feeling is so delicious that I instinctively back up against it, and he pushes it just inside of me. I can feel my asshole tighten around his thumb, but he leaves it there and continues to fuck me with no apparent hurry. After a minute I can feel myself relax around him and he presses further until his thumb is buried in my ass. With my nerves tingling in both my pussy and my ass from the double penetration, I feel myself convulse around his cock and thumb together as I come again. I suck her clit into my mouth and moan into her pussy as I feel him withdraw from both of my holes.

My head pops up, and I hear myself tell him not to stop, that I need more. He tells me that I’m going to get more, and as he says this I feels the head of his dick pressed up against my asshole. I feel it tighten in fear as I’m not sure that I can handle all of him.

That doesn’t stop him though, and he shoves my head back into her thighs and continues to push against my asshole, forcing his cock inside of me. I hear myself cry out a bit, but it’s muffled by her pussy, and as the pain turns to intense pleasure the sound coming from me changes to a low hum. He starts to fucks my ass the way he fucked my mouth, pushing a little deeper with every stroke. I’m mindlessly sucking her clit and darting my tongue in and out of her, hardly noticing the occasional bursts of moisture as she continues to come in my mouth.

He’s fucking me faster now, his cock thrusting completely into my tight but eager asshole as he starts to speak. He tells me how much he loves taking my ass, calls me his whore, tells me that good sluts take whatever they are given and punctuates each statement with a stinging slap to my ass. With each whack, every thrust, I feel myself cresting toward an intense orgasm. With one final hammering stroke he pulls my hips into him and I feel him spurting inside my ass. The sensation takes me over the edge and I scream into her pussy as I feel my pussy convulsing around nothing and my asshole clenching to urge every last drop out of him.

He collapses on top of me and together we fall completely onto her. The three of us lay there, sweaty, heaving, and I’m satiated like I’ve never felt before. After a few moments, I stand, look around to find my clothes in the corner of the room, and weakly shrug them on. I say my goodbyes, and make my exit.

Out in my car, I feel my still dripping pussy soak through my pants and into the upholstery. I wonder what the next time will be like with a little smile as I turn the key in the ignition and pull away to head home for a shower before my husband gets home from work.

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