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I was in my photo studio early the next morning when I heard the knock on the door. It was Barbara. She sure was early today. ” I was wondering if I got the modeling job and to see what else you had in mind for me like you said last night.” she asked. I told her the job was hers, but “I also want to know if you might be interested in a side job for one night. A friend of mine is having a fraternity party at the college Saturday night. He’s looking for a girl to entertain, if you know what I mean? You seemed to enjoy yourself yesterday, so I wondered if you would be interested?”
“What exactly would I have to do?, she asked.”
You would be paid to be the entertainment for nineteen men at the frat house. Whatever they want, you would be expected to do. Do you think you’d want handle nineteen guys?
“Sounds like it could be fun,” Barbara replied. “What time should I be there.” I gave Barbara all the details and to ask for Mark when she arrived. I told her I would be there to take pictures of her performance.
Barbara arrived Saturday right on time at 8:00 pm. I was already there when Mark met Barbara at the door. After Mark saw Barbara, he assured me that no one would be disappointed tonight. Barbara was one great looking piece of ass. Mark escorted her into to the next room where nineteen guys were waiting for Barbara’s arrival. As we walked into the room whistles and yells started as Barbara’s appearance met with their approval. Barbara stood in the middle of the room surveying the group to see what was in store for her. There were all shapes and sizes of men all with drinks in their hands. Most of them in the room were pretty good looking she thought. Two guys in the corner were rather heavy, and three of them were black. There were beer bottles , wine bottles and glasses everywhere. Barbara had a slight fear on her face that they may get a little rowdy and nasty. She took a deep breath, smiled at everyone and said,” OK guys, what are we going to do first.
Mark went up to Barbara first. He started unbuttoning her blouse and unbuttoned her skirt which immediately fell to the floor. Silence came over the whole room as Barbara stood there now with just her bra and panties left on. Mark began kisssing her while rubbing his hand in her crotch. As Barbara became aroused from the hand massaging her slit, she relaxed and looked like she was going to enjoy tonights’ session.
Barbara slipped her bra straps over her shoulders and while Mark unhooked it in back. When her 38 inch tits fell free the hoots and Rus Escort hollers started again from the crowd. Then Barbara slipped her panties off and knelt down in front of Mark unbuckling his pants pulling them down. She pulled out his cock which had grown to about eight inches and she started licking the head. While Barbara began sucking Mark into her mouth, another guy named John came up from behind her and started licking her cunt. John’s cock grew in no time and he inserted it into Barbara’s cunt. Barbara continued sucking on Mark slurping his hot meat in and out of her mouth as John was now fucking her pretty hard. Mark put his hands on Barbara’s head guiding it up and down his shaft. “I’m cumming ,” he yelled out. Barbara didn’t quit, but kept sucking Mark’s cock in her mouth swallowing his entire load. When Barbara was sure she had all of Mark’s sperm she let his cock slip out.
John’s pace had picked up considerably fucking her cunt. He let out moan, and pulled out of Barbara’s hole. Barbara quickly turned around grabbing his cock guiding it to her mouth to take the second load down her throat. She licked his cock clean telling John,” That cum sure tastes good.”
There were already two to take their places, but they were so excited from seeing Barbara swallow two mouthfuls of jism, they were ready to explode now. They quickly moved, one on each side of Barbara’s face. Barbara held her head back and opened her mouth ready for more hot white spunk. They both blew their loads at almost the same time. A few spurts managed to make in Barbara’s mouth, but most splattered on her face. She cleaned them both up, licking any remaining cream left on their cocks and then ate what she could dripping from her face.
The three black guys strolled up to Barbara next. ” Hi guys.” Barbara said. “Your the first black men for me.” Tony the biggest of them told Barbara, “Well, baby your the first white cunt for us, too. And your one hot piece of ass. Can you do all three of us at once?” Barbara thought, all three holes filled at once. It sounded rather exciting having never done that before. Barbara replied, ” Sure, sounds like fun.”
Tony’s one friend layed down on the floor. “You sit on his cock, baby,” Tony instructed Barbara. Barbara squatted over his nine inch cock and sat right down on it taking it all the way up her cunt at once. “Ok, Mike, you fuck her in the ass.” Mike’s cock was about ten inches long with a very large cockhead. When Tony told Mike to fuck her Sincan Escort ass, Barbara was a little worried how that fat cock was going to fit in her tiny little asshole. But, Mike knew what to do. He licked her butthole, lubricating it with his saliva, then spit in his hand and rubbed it on his cock. He squatted over Barbara’s ass, placed his cock at Barbara’s anal entrance and started pushing slowly. Barbara was surprised how Mike was being gentle and going easy. She was able to relax now, since he wasn’t going to be rough.
As Barbara relaxed, Mike’s big cockhead slipped right in. Barbara let out a little whimper, not from pain, but from the feel of this giant knob which just entered her ass. Mike pushed his shaft the rest of the way up Barbara’s bunghole and slowly began fucking her ass.
With two black cocks in Barbara, that left Tony standing in front of her. Tony was stroking his cock as he waited for Barbara to get used to the first two penetrations. Barbara couldn’t believe the size Tony’s cock was growing to. His cock had to be at least thirteen inches long, maybe more. “Like what you see baby? ” Tony asked. Barbara said, “I’ve never seen any cock that big.” “Well, it’s all for you baby.” And I want you to take it all the way down that beautiful throat.” Barbara immediately had a scared look on her face as she replied to Tony, ‘”I can’t.” “I can’t take that big thing down my throat.” “I’ve never been able to deep throat any cock much less yours.” Tony tried to convince Barbara. ” I KNOW you can. You just have to try. It’s just like taking it up the ass. Once you relax it goes in easy. Just try it. Then if you can’t it’s ok”. “All right.” Barbara thought for a moment and replied, “OK.” “I’ll try.”
Barbara took the monster cock in two hands and started sucking it. She took the head of his cock in her mouth and held there. She mouthed and tongued it to see what this big black cock tasted like. She continued sucking harder and deeper while her cunt and asshole were getting stuffed with the other two black cocks.
As the cunt and ass fucking continued, Tony fucked Barbara’s mouth while gently running his fingers up and down her neck massaging her throat muscles. “Keep your head up and relax those muscles,” he said. He kept massaging her neck while he gave her reassurance. Tony pushed a little deeper filling Barbara’s mouth. His cock was at the entrance of Barbara’s throat and there was at least nine inches left to go. I don’t know if Barbara knew what Sıhhiye Escort was happening at this point with one cock driving in and out of her cunt and the other black cock still drilling her asshole.
Tony pushed some more and the big black piece of meat started down Barbara’s throat. She was doing it. Barbara’s mouth was wide open with her head tilted back and Tony was shoving his long black schlong down her throat. Inch by inch it disappeared into Barbara’s mouth stretching her throat to the limit to accomodate his massive tool. With about ten inches in, a quiet gurgling sound came from Barbara’s throat as Tony was literally stuffing it the rest of the way in. Finally, Barbara’s lips were pressed against Tony’s balls as all thirteen inches of hard black meat lay lodged in Barbara’s throat. “Ooooh, Baby.” Tony yelled out. “you’re some fucking slut.” Barbara’s eyes were wide open as Tony gave a couple short in and out strokes working his tight fitted cock in her throat. ” You’re some white fuckin’ cocksucker, baby. Your throat is so…………. tight.”
Tony quickly pulled his cock from the depths of Barbara’s throat so she could get a quick breath. Then he positioned himself right above Barbara’s mouth and lowered himself into her again, shoving his giant black cock all the way down Barbara’s throat in one motion. Barbara actually helped by working her lips and throat trying to swallow the big black piece of meat as Tony pushed it down. Then Tony began working that big black tool up and down, fucking Barbara’s throat with thirteen inches of hard black cock. Barbara grabbed Tony’s ass with both hands pulling him towards her forcing his black rod all the way down her throat. With Tony’s crotch in her face and balls slapping her chin, she kept him lodged there in the tight depths of her tiny throat.
That was all Tony could take. He quickly pulled out of her throat and while Barbara gasped for breath, the biggest wad of cum she’s ever seen burst from Tony’s cock into her mouth. Barbara had no choice but to swallow the big load of jizz. She grabbed the big black cock and with two hands and milked it onto her tongue before gulping it down again. Looking at Tony, Barbara said half out of breath, “that was a big load. You sure had a lot of cum in there.”
Tony asked, “How did you like it?” “Do you like the taste of black cum?” Barbara smiled, “I want more.” Mike who was still in Barbara’s ass pulled out, walked around to Barbara’s face and deposited his spunk in Barbara’s mouth too. Once Barbara devoured his load and licked the taste of her own ass off Mike’s cock, she backed off the other black man’s rock hard shaft just in time to take his hot black spunk in her face too. Barbara smeared it all over her face then licked her fingers to get a taste of his cream too..

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It was a beautiful summer day in Sydney. It was going to get up to about 26C/80F and with clear blue skies, a light breeze and low humidity it was perfect.

That suited us fine. I’m Randy, “born in the USA”, as Bruce Springstein would say. However, I came to Australia 10 years ago and liked it so much I arranged to stay. I live with a lovely Australian woman, Katrina. We live in the downtown Sydney in an apartment that looks out on what must be one of the most beautiful harbours in the world.

Katrina and I had both arranged to take the day off work. We were going to go for a bushwalk with a friend, Jane. Jane had recently been through a messy divorce and we had thought a day out in the bush and down at the beach would cheer her up. And it did but probably it didn’t turn out quite as she or we expected.

Some friends had told us about a walk in one of the nearby National Parks that led to a remote beach. Given the weather that sounded perfect so we headed off in the car. With the sun roof open and good music on the radio, we were at the start of the walk in no time.

So we set off, the walk was a little challenging a bit of a hill to climb first and then a fairly steep descent down to the beach. It was, however, lovely walking through the Australian bush with it gum trees and other unique vegetation. We saw a goanna on the way there. It darted up into a tree when we got close, but not far enough up that we could not get a good look at it.

So after an hour’s walk following our hour’s drive, we arrived at our remote secluded beach. It was wonderful even better than our friends’ description. It was small with large rock outcrops at either end and there was no one on it.

The surf was moderate and it looked as if it might be good for body surfing which I love. We had brought our towels and cossies. The usual Aussie ritual of changing underneath your towel seemed a bit irrelevant here so I just took off my clothes, pulled on my cossie and told Katrina and Jane that I would see them in the surf.

When Katrina arrived in the surf, she came over to talk to me. She was a little worried that Jane might be a little shocked over the way I just stripped off in front of both of them. I said I didn’t think so, as I was sure Jane had seen naked men before she wouldn’t pay particular attention to this one.

Anyway, the surf was lovely and the bodysurfing was great. I’d swim along with the wave then woosh be swept towards the shore. It was the best bodysurfing since Kovalum Beach in India where I had been 5 years before.

When I came out of the surf after about half an hour or so, Katrina and Jane were stretched out on their backs and had laid my towel out between the two of them. It was interesting to look at them. Their bodies were very similar, both were about 170cm/5ft6in tall and shapely. Their breasts were not partiularly large though both women’s them were quite noticeable. They both had long shapely legs. The major difference was that Katrina had dark straight hair and brown eyes. Jane had similar length, blond straight hair and I seemed to remember blue eyes. (Her eyes were closed.) Even their swimsuits were similar except Katrina’s was pink and Jane’s was blue.

I said to both of them that we should put some sun screen on as it was almost noon and the sun was strong with a lot of UV. Katrina said I’m really comfortable lying here, please put it on for me. Jane added “Me, too”. I guessed my stripping off hadn’t caused too much offence or Katrina had apologised for me before I got back.

I started on Katrina. There is something very erotic about applying sunscreen to a woman’s body even though the swimsuit covers the breasts, nipple and pussy which along with the face and neck, I usually think of as the most erotic, sensual parts.

So with that in mind, I started with Katrina toes with a view that I’d finish up with the neck and face. So I worked my way up from her toes up her legs, lingering a bit longer to give a bit more attention to her inner thighs. She usually likes gentle massage there and it can get her quite turned on so I thought a little arousal now might result in an extra hot session when we were back home.

I then sunscreened her arms and paid special attention to massage the sunscreen sensually onto neck and face. I whispered in her ear that I would do her back when she turned over.

I then turned my attention to Jane. I had massaged sunscreen onto other women before but not for a while. It was nice to repeat the same process on her but I went a little easier on the inner thigh and neck and face massage because although I liked the idea trying to turn her on given Jane’s previous comments, I thought I better take it easy.

I thought about asking Katrina to put sunscreen on me, however, she looked so relaxed and comfortable I couldn’t bear to disturb her. So I opened the self service department for sunscreen application. I also call it the self service department when I bring myself to orgasm with or without a little help from Katrina.

This sincan escort thought crossed my mind as having massaged sunscreen into both of their lovely bodies I was feeling quite aroused. I could have gone back into the surf as that would have probably cooled my ardour a bit. I could have wondered off to the rocky outcrops or a bit back up the path and found a spot out of sight to open the self service department but for the moment I thought I would just try some meditation and relaxation to move my mind onto other things.

My mind soon moved to other sensuous pleasures, food and drink. It had been a long time since breakfast and I was getting hungry and thirsty. I knew we had brought a picnic. Katrina had arranged with Jane what each brought so between the 2 packs, we should have everything. So I went to see what there was.

I knew there was some champagne and orange juice in the Esky as Katrina and I had decided that would be good for cheering Jane up. I found that, some soda water in Jane’s pack and 6 plastic cups. That should cover the drink orders.

Now to the food, in Jane’s pack I found bagels with cream cheese, smoked salmon and capers. I guessed Katrina must have suggested this because it’s one of my and her favourites. Well. that will certainly do for food to start so I got a small blanket set up with 3 plastic plates and 6 plastic cups.

While looking for the picnic stuff in Jane’s pack, I found that she had brought a small radio so I switched it on and found it was tuned to a station that played greatest hits from the 60’s,70’s and 80’s. That would do on a fine summer day, a bit of nostalgia.

I said to Katrina and Jane that their picnic lunch was served and asked them what they wanted to drink. They both wanted champagne and orange juice together and a glass of soda water so the drink orders were the same all round. I said to Jane that I assume it was OK that I had put her radio on and she said fine. We just should be careful to try not to get sand in it.

Jane started talking about her messy divorce. It wasn’t messy because there were any children it just happened so suddenly and all their finances were in joint accounts, house in both names etc,etc.

Just then, Marvin Gaye’s “Sexual Healing” came on the radio. Jane, hesitated for a second and then seemed to blush very slightly as she said “That’s what I miss the most. Peter was a great lover despite his other faults and strange behaviour that broke us up.” She then went on to tell us that she was having real difficulty finding eligible men since she broke up and that the couple she had gone to bed with’s idea of foreplay was “are you awake”.

We had brought 3 pieces of really rich chocolate mud cake for dessert. On the warm day, it was a bit heavy, rich and gooey so to start off with we all shared one piece.

We then lay back down on our towels to enjoy the warmth of the sun. We had some time before we needed to head back, probably time for at least one more swim and bodysurf I thought.

“I assume both of you would like me to put sunscreen on your backs” I said. “Yes, please” theyt replied in unison. Then Jane added “I’d really like to try to get an even tan all over my back would you guys mind if I took off my cossie, this beach is so lovely and deserted”. Well, I guess my quick strip off earlier had not offended Jane. What could I say, I couldn’t really say no, the sight of you nude is probably going to turn me on so much that I’ll be lying here with a strong erection. Before I said anything, Katrina replied “What a great idea and started to take her cossie off”. I decided that I may as well join in and took my cossie off too.

“I presume you now would like sunscreen all over the backs of your bodies with more on the areas normally covered by your cossies” I asked. “Yesss, pleeasse!!!!” best represents their response. I seemed to recognise in Katrina’s voice that slight change that occurs when she begins to get a little aroused. Jane sounded similar but of course I didn’t know her that well so it was much more difficult to tell.

However, I thought I could take a bit of a chance so Jane got the full treatment, the same as Jane, when I applied the sunscreen. This included a thorough massage of the neck and shoulders and gently working up the legs to provide a gentle massage of the back of the inner thighs and some gentle kneading of the buttocks.

The only problem after all this kneading, I was needing something myself. After completing the massage of Jane I was kneeling over her with a rock hard cock. Katrina glanced up briefly and I think caught sight of this and suggested that I lay down on my tummy while she put sunscreen on my back. Jane volunteered to help and I couldn’t really refuse although two women gently massaging would be even more of a turn on than one.

I had often talked to Katrina about the idea of making love to two women at the same time but we had never managed to fulfill this fantasy. It would have been relatively easy sıhhiye escort if I had agreed to Katrina’s suggestion that we just hire an escort for an hour or two. However, this reduced the appeal of the idea as I really wanted both women to be doing it for the pleasure not for the money.

Jane asked Katrina an interesting and intriguing question “Does helive up to his name?” Katrina said “What do you mean?” Jane replied “Well you know, randy means kind of horny in England and Australia.” I was now intrigued what Katrina would say in reply to this.

Katrina thought about it for a few seconds and then replied “Well, he’s a good lover, his idea of foreplay goes way beyond – are you awake – although sometimes when he’s feeling randy and I’m not he can be a bit too persistent. He loves me to have orgasms and somehow often seems to think it is mandatory in lovemaking for us to have at least one orgasm each. I guess he is also a bit randy, because sometimes when we have a really hot soixante neuf and he comes in my mouth, he keeps his cock in there and keeps gently pushing it in and out and he becomes randy enough again to come again in my pussy”.

Well, I quite liked the answer the only trouble was that I was now getting so turned on, not only was my cock hard and erect but my balls were beginning to ache. “Hey you two,” I said “it may be all right for you to have an in-depth discussion of my performance as a lover but between that and your two beautiful nude bodies, I’m now very turned on”. Katrina replied “I noticed — I saw your hard erect cock as you were putting the sunscreen on Jane. I wondered if Jane who has been missing out a bit in that area recently would like to do anything with it”. To report Jane reply as “Yes, please” is understating it substantially but it’s difficult to put in words the highly charged, erotic way she replied which turned me on even more. “Well turn over big boy” said Katrina and we’ll start by putting some sun screen on your front.

After they had sunscreened my front including both of them having a little play with my cock and balls when they were applying sunscreen around that area. Then Katrina said to Jane “You haven’t had a man to provide with a lot of pleasure and satisfy you for a while so what would you like to do with him.” I was intrigued what the answer to this question would be and hoped strongly it included an orgasm for me fairly soon otherwise I was feeling so “randy” that I would have to open the self service department.

Jane answered “One of the things I loved doing to Peter was to tie his hands and blindfold him so I could be in control and use his body however I wanted. The process of turning him on, turned me on and I could allow him to arouse when and if I wanted”. Katrina said “sounds like fun, what can we use to tie his hands and blindfold him”. Katrina and I had played this type of pleasure game before and knew that I normally enjoyed it a lot. I did not want it to last too long before they brought me to climax. So I said “The only thing is having lain next and massaged both your beautiful bodies and very turned on already so please don’t tease me for too long before you bring me to orgasm”. Katrina said “OK, we’ll see what we can do, because if you’re feeling that randy, Randy I know you’ll stay erect or be erect real soon again after you come”. About this I knew she was right.

They found a cord around the top of one of the backpacks that they could take off and they used that to tie my hands. The hands were tied so that each was by my side joined be the cord which went underneath my back. “What can we use as a blindfold” asked Jane. “Best thing that I can think of is his swimming costume and maybe his underpants pulled over his head to cover his eyes” replied Katrina. So my cossie and underpants were pulled on over my head so that they covered my eyes. I was not going to remind them that we brought a camera with us as I am sure I looked and I certainly felt a bit silly. But as they were both starting to massage and kiss my body the silly feeling soon gave way to one of excited anticipation of what turned out to be by far the most erotic experience of my life, and I’ve had quite a few extremely enjoyable erotic experiences.

Jane said “These is still some chocolate mud cake left, what if we put some of it on his body and slowly eat it off”. “What a good idea” said Katrina. So one of them, I think Katrina got the chocolate cake out of the picnic stuff while Jane kissed my nipples and gently massaged my cock and balls with her hand”.”He loves having his nipples kissed and even sucked quite hard” said Katrina. “We should each put some chocolate cake on a nipple and eat it off and then eat him a little bit” she continued. “As long as someone starts eating, rubbing or gets on top of my icy pole real soon” I said as was beginning to feel a bit too randy.

Katrina, of course, knew that kissing and sucking my nipples drove me wild. Sometimes when she was not in the mood for lovemaking, I would ask her to tandoğan escort kiss and suck my nipples while I indulged myself via the self service department. So they both smeared some chocolate mud cake around my nipples and proceeded to eat it off. The way I was feeling this approach to arousing and satisfying me was a little too gentle but as my hands were tied, there was nothing I could directly do about it. So I said “My nipples are enjoying your attention, but there’s something standing to attention that wants it much, much more”.

One of them got the hint. I think it was Jane as the mouth which started gently kissing my balls and slowly nibbling its way up my very hard cock felt different from Katrina’s. Not very different but different enough to make me think it was Jane. That made it even more exciting, that this was a new lover starting to suck my cock and caress my balls.

The next thing they did made me even more sure it was Jane. “Let’s let him taste our pussies” said Katrina to see if he can tell by the taste which one is mine and which one is yours”. So after a little bit of manouvring, Katrina sat astride my face so I could kiss and lick her pussy. I immediately knew it was Katrina because the taste of her pussy is well known to me. I kissed, licked and eaten it so many times before and loved the taste and the feel of that most womanly of pleasure locations.

They then swapped and Jane came up and sat astride my face and Katrina went down and started sucking my cock and caressing my balls. I could tell it was Jane easily because although the feel of the pussy and the surrounding thighs was similar to Katrina’s, the taste was different. Equally pleasant, but different. I have found that in all of the women, and luckily it has been quite a few, whose pussies I’ve eaten over the years, they all taste different. They all tasted quite yummy but all different.

The cock sucking stopped briefly. “hmm, that was too easy for him” said Katrina.”Our breasts and nipples are fairly similar, let’s see if he can guess whose is whose, while he gets to suck and nibble on those”. This is going to be more challenging I thought as Katrina was right. Before they blindfolded me I had noticed that their breastsy were very similar both with large erect nipples, last time I saw them. Who I guessed was working on my cock would give me a clue, as whoever that was would not be able to get her lovely tits up to my mouth. So the first breast arrived for me to kiss and suck on the nipple, it felt very like Katrina’s. The mouth onmy cock felt different from Katrina’s so I guessed Katrina’s. “Right again” Katrina said.

Another breast arrived at my mouth, this time I thought it was Jane’s because although the shape and feel was very similar, the taste was slightly different. It was a little difficult to tell however as sunscreen and salt water which I could also taste while sucking and kissing Katrina’s breast formed a large part of the taste. The other clue was that the mouth and touch of the hands kissing and caressing my cock and balls felt very like Katrina’s so I guessed Jane.

“You’re right” said Jane. “We might as well take off the blindfold as he’s pretty good at telling who is who by touch and taste”. “Maybe, once he sees fully what’s on offer, he’ll get even more excited” she continued. “I’m not sure I could get any more aroused or excited” I said as she took off the slightly strange blindfold. “Please let me come soon. I’m so excited that even when I come with a little bit of arousal I’ll stay hard or become hard again very soon” I pleaded.

Jane positioned herself astride my face with her pussy just out of reach and started playing with her pussy, slidiing a finger inside, gently rubbing her around her clitoris. It was very exciting to watch and very frustating not being able to help.

Katrina then said “Jane – it sounds as if you haven’t had a good hard cock come for you for a while – so you bring him to orgasm however you would most enjoy it”.

I said “If you let me come in your mouth Jane and keep sucking I’ll soon be hard again and ready to slide inside your pussy for seconds. You could untie me and be astride my face so I can play and suck your clit and pussy while you suck me – with a bit of luck we might come together – though I’m not sure I’m going to last much longer”.

“I’m not sure I am either” said Jane as she untied my hands and positioned her pussy above my mouth and started sucking on my cock.

Katrina then said “I’m not sure if I want to join in or just watch. I think I’ll just watch for the moment”. After a few moments she added “It seems I’ve got more to watch than just you two. Another couple has joined us on the beach and they’re busy indulging themselves in each other in much the same position as you two”.

Regrettably because of Jane’s thighs beside my head, I couldn’t see this other couple on the beach. However even the thought that they had been probably been inspired by watching us to start indulging themselves made me even more excited. So excited that I could not wait any longer and my cum exploded into Jane’s mouth just then. There was many pulses of it to swallow but Jane managed to take them all in her mouth and then kept sucking on me. That had the desired effect and I stayed nice and hard ready to continue the action.

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Elisa drove down the road, the panic long ago dwindling into decisive action. It had been three days since she last heard from her husband Maxwell. The police say that they have looked with little success for the missing middle aged man. If she was ever going to see her husband again, she would have to find him herself.

She pulled into the motel, the last place that he’d called her from. Nervously, she got out of her little red sports car. She noticed as she advanced toward office, the manager watching her approach. He seemed immensely interested in her short red dress blowing in the wind. Gawking was one thing she had to get accustomed to early on. At 14, she was almost 6 feet, with the body of an adult. It always amazed her that men could stare at her full breasts even as they talked to her.

Her long blonde hair blew in the wind as Elisa entered the small unspectacular office. The manager watched with obvious lust as she neared. “Good morning lovely lady, how may I help you?”

Smiling the smile that got her out of a number of traffic tickets and practically insured she would get good grades in school…at least from the male teachers. “I hope so. I am looking for my husband. He called me from here 3 days ago from your motel. I was hoping you might help me.”

With concern the manager, a middle aged but quite handsome man spoke. “Anything that I can do, I assure you I will. What was the name?”

“Maxwell Powers, he is about 40 with graying temples.”

The manager opened his registration book and scanned it’s pages for a moment “Oh, yes…here it is. He checked out the next morning I’m afraid and I haven’t seen him since.”

“Would there be anyone else I can talk to? Someone he might have spoken to?”

“Well, maybe he stopped for breakfast before he left. Why don’t you talk to some of the waitresses over there?”

Smiling a warm smile of gratitude, Elisa turned and left the way she came. “Thank you,” she called out as the door closed.

As Elisa entered the small diner she scanned the place before deciding on a seat. The beautiful woman caught the attention of several customers as she walked to the back of the restaurant and sat at the booth.

“What’ll you have today, honey?”

Raising her gaze to meet the waitress, she was stunned to see this beautiful woman whose hair was similar color but done in an out of date style. Examining this ravishing woman, Elisa had to catch herself from staring.

“Honey? Can I get you something?”

“Yes, coffee please…and could I ask you something?”

“Sure,” she said, “what do you want to know?”

“My husband, Maxwell Powers is missing,” she informed as she riffled through her purse fishing out a recent picture. “Have you seen him?”

After examining the picture for a moment, she returned the picture. “Yeah, I think I remember him.”

“Did he say anything about where he was going?”

“No…I don’t believe he did. Let me get you a cup of coffee and let me think on it a minute.”

“Sure…thank you”

Elisa found herself watching her sauntering to the counter. She pored a cup of coffee and grabbed a metal creamer container. When she returned to the table, she sat at the seat across from her and set down the coffee cup.

“Here you go, honey.”

She found it actually pleased her when this woman called her honey. Not sure why, she shrugged to herself and poured some cream into her coffee. At first it seemed to be bad, but after smelling its contents, she determined that it was just a little thick.

“Well, darlin…I’ve been thinking about when I waited on you husband but for the life of me I can’t think of anything to help you find him.”

Elisa’s heart sank in despair but smiled at the caring woman across from her. “Thank you for trying anyway.”

“I’m sure he’ll turn up, no man is going to walk away from an angel like you.”

As she drank her coffee, a shiver of joy shot through her at the complement. This coffee is about the best I’d ever tasted, thought Elisa as she continued drinking. Normally, she could sip a coffee for hours but she seemed to want to gulp it down.

“That’s some good coffee ain’t it?” smiled the waitress watching her enjoyment with interest.

“Yes, it is quite wonderful. Is it a special brand?”

“You could say it’s our special blend. Would you like another cup?”

“Yes please.”

As the gorgeous creature stood up, Elisa found herself staring at the round firmness of the woman’s ass. The urge was so great that that she turned her head to continue watching after she was behind her.

It was then that she noticed some of the other people in the diner. In astonishment, she realized that with very few exceptions everyone here was quite attractive. Insane as it seemed she was getting hot just looking around at them. She could feel herself getting wet and she had the sudden urge to touch herself.

That’s insane, she reproached herself. I know it’s been about a week, she thought, since she had made love to her husband but she’d sincan escort gone a lot longer than that. Before the waitress returned, she decided to go to the bathroom. It was amazingly clean for such a greasy spoon diner, she observed. After lowering her panties she sat down and relieved herself. At the instant her hand brushed against her thigh, it sent a jolt of pleasure shooting down to her clit which caused her to squeal suddenly.

Surprised by this sudden surge of lasciviousness, Elisa stood from her seat. It was then that she saw the hole. Upon closer examination, she also saw the eye that peered through it. Instinctively, she reached for her panties that encircled her ankles. It was not until she heard the ripping that she realized that a thread had caught on the buckle of her shoes. At the moment that she pulled them up, the entire crotch of the silky fabric ripped to shreds. Once more she stood, now holding the useless garment in her hand.

Though upset that she’d ruined an expensive piece of underwear, she again became aware of the eye watching her. Despite her indignation at being spied on she couldn’t deny that her pussy tingled and fluid dripped down her leg. She turned away from the hole and with her ruined panties reached up and wiped herself. Tingling metamorphosed into pleasure at the contact. The moan that escaped her lips made her ashamed. Though she had not moved the fabric from the mound of her pussy, she was determined that this exhibition was over.

With a consorted effort, she managed to throw away the panties and brush her skirt down to it’s rightful position. Quite proud of herself, Elisa turned to stare at the voyeur only to find them gone. Anger welled up inside and she lunged for the dark hole hoping to find the identity of her spy. It took a moment to adjust to the light of the other room but when she did, she gasped in shock.

The man standing against the far wall was a handsome man of 20 or so. He had close cropped dirty blonde hair and a muscular build. The sight of this man’s cock was what drew her attention. It was enormous and so hard it pointed to the ceiling. The young man had his eyes closed as he clutched the shaft and slowly sensually stroked it’s length.

Bent over, peering into the room next door, Elisa casually reached up and touched her bare pussy lips. “Why was she doing this?” she wondered. She’d never done anything like this before. Though she knew it was wrong, she was helpless to move as the stranger rubbed his cock. As she watched precum ooze from the head, a sudden urge entered her brain. Her tongue slithered from her mouth wanting to lick it clean.

Elisa’s fingers parted her lips and invaded the soft flesh within spurred on by the burst of pleasure that they caused. Not trying to think of her horrid actions, she stared in awe as the stroking hand hastened it’s velocity. After pumping his prick fiercely for several seconds, the man opened his eyes and looked directly at her. Elisa’s heart raced in arousal from the first spurt of cum that shot across the floor to the last drip that clung to his fingers before dribbling down his thigh. The amount of cum that puddled on the floor amazed her and triggered a hidden desire of licking it off the floor. As her fingers ignited an orgasm with such intensity as she’d never felt before, she heard herself scream in pleasure that she knew the entire restaurant could hear. How could she walk out of here in front of all those people?

She looked up as the effects of her climax subsided, noticing that the man was gone, leaving only a puddle of his goo to mark his passage. Even as she emerged from the bathroom, she searched the dining area for any signs of him. Knowing that everyone stared at her, she tried to avoid their eyes. She finally made it to the door of the diner and marched to her car. She had to get out of here. She had to find her husband and go home. Frantically, she sped from the gravel lot and onto the highway.

When she saw the flashing lights, she quickly checked her speed. She was going a little fast but not enough to get pulled over for. Maybe they were trying to get by her, she rationalized as she pulled to the curb of the mountain road.

To her dismay the cop pulled up behind her. Smiling confidently to herself, she knew she could talk this guy out of a ticket. As the female officer exited her car, she felt her chances dash to pieces. One thing that didn’t make sense to her was her thinking how pretty the officer was and how sexy she looked in her uniform.

“License and registration please,” ordered the pretty brunette.

“Oh… sure,” she stammered, as she tried to find her information.

“Could you step out of the car?” the officer politely requested.

A bit nervous now, she none the less complied. The wind picked up here on the mountain and as a gust of wind wiped by the car, Elisa’s skirt blew up over her waist, exposing her patch of blonde hair to the staring officer. She grabbed at the hem frantically and suddenly lost her balance sıhhiye escort on the steep incline. Her fall sent her right at the startled policewoman, who mistook the move as an aggressive move.

Without warning, the pretty housewife found herself handcuffed and bent over the hood of her car. It happened so fast that it took Elisa a moment to realize that with her being unable to keep her skirt in check it blew unchecked up onto her back. All who drove by would be able to see her completely exposed ass.

“Please, could you cover me?!” she cried.

“You should have thought of that before you attacked me!”

“I wasn’t attacking you mam, I fell!”

Elisa was aware that the officer stood directly behind her, though neglected to assist her in keeping her skirt over her exposed ass. “Please, mam…could you cover me?”

“Sure,” she said taking a hold of the hem. She held it with both hands, close as not to let it fly up. Elisa found that the sudden contact of her hands against her legs was rather unexpected. Though she didn’t understand why, she began to get wet in response.

The policewoman, with a slight tug, pulled her from the hood and set her on the ground. “Are you drunk?” she questioned.

“No!” cried Elisa.

“I want to get a breathalyzer test. Will you submit to one?”

“Yes, of course.”

Guiding her to the back seat of her cruiser, the law officer was unable or unwilling to continue holding her skirt. It flew back and forth, exposing her below the waste continuously until she was in the vehicle. As she sat in the passenger’s side a plastic tube was brought to her lips and upon finding her sober, the police nodded.

“Good, now the only charge you have is indecent exposure and assault of a police officer.”

“What? I didn’t expose myself on purpose and I sure as hell didn’t assault you!”

“Tell it to the judge,” she smiled maliciously.

“Why, you bitch!”

“Now you have verbal assault on the list. Anymore?”

It was just too much for her and Elisa began to cry. “Please, don’t do this to me. What can I do to convince you?”

Now the officer’s smile widened. Do you mean that? she asked, reaching her hand under her captive’s short skirt and rubbing the mound of flesh. “Wha…” the protest was interrupted by a wave of delight that pulsed through her body. “Lay across the seat,” ordered her tormentor.

Even if she was not in danger of going to jail and being humiliated by charges of public exposure, her soaking wet pussy would have insisted upon her compliance. She scooted around awkwardly as she was still cuffed. Nervously, she lay her head down on the seat and wantonly spreading her long legs before her abductor who without hesitation tossed the thin fabric of her skirt over her waist and began kissing her thighs. Each kiss pushed her closer to the brink, though as she felt the tongue play over the folds of her labia, she arched her back and cried out in joyous lust.

This symphony of pleasure was brought to new heights by the foray of the woman’s tongue into the entrance. It danced about in rapid agitation tasting the nectar of this ripened peach, hungry for more and more. Hands reached under her buttocks, drawing her yet closer to the soft lips. Not content with giving one orgasm nor did she cease. It was in the thrall of a constant surge of passion that the lips and tongue were gone. When reality came crashing back into her mind, Elisa realized that she would do anything for her to continue.

The once respectable housewife of 10 years looked up as the woman gazed into her eyes. Her juices coated the woman’s chin and mouth as she smiled at her. Though shamed, she did not move her legs which were still spread wide, exposed to her as well as the traffic driving by.

“Please, don’t stop,” she pleaded.

“If you want more, go back to the motel. By tonight you’ll be in such bliss that you’ve never know before.”

“Go back?”

“Yes, go back. Wait there.”

Elisa did not recognize herself. It was someone else who agreed to return and wait at the motel. It was someone else who, once freed from the cuffs hurriedly got into her car, making an illegal U-turn and raced for the chance to feel her plunge her tongue into her pussy again.

The manager did not seem surprised at her return and quickly provided her with a key. Once inside she sat on the edge of the bed for a few minutes before deciding to take a shower before her arrival. Wantonly, she threw her dress on the floor of the bathroom and proceeded to take a nice hot shower. It was not until she emerged that she realized that not only were there no towels but that her dress was soaking wet. She cursed herself for not having brought her luggage into the room.

With a quick plan in her mind, she called the front desk and requested towels be brought over. After waiting several minutes, she heard a knock at the door. Hiding behind the door, she slowly opened it and reached around searching for the towel without success. Carefully tandoğan escort she peaked around the door expecting a maid with an armful of cleaning material.

She gawked at the manager who stood there in a state of complete undress. His muscular frame shone with sweat as he held his cock in his hand. “What the hell?!”

“Tell me to go away and I will,” he said matter-of-factly, “though I desire you to kneel down and take me into your mouth.”

Her first instinct was to slam the door in his face, which was what he was in the process of doing when time seemed to stop as she stared at his engorged cock, dripping with precum. His musky smell invaded her brain, making her dizzy and unable to concentrate. In this state, she moved out from behind the door. Sun shone in her room lighting it with it’s radiance. She was cognizant of the fact that she was unveiled before any who walked by. Even as she knelt down in front of the good looking stranger, she expected to be seen. By the time she had guided his ample cock into her mouth, thoughts of being seen were all but gone from her mind.

Gliding her lips over the flesh seemed so natural that she fell into a rhythm she never had even with her husband. Her first urge was to clean the prick of precum, then grasping this man’s hips, she urged him to fuck her mouth. The sound of high heels could be heard and a hushed “nice” could be heard as the cock drove in and out. In her mind, she felt ashamed but her lips would not give up its prize. By the time she heard footfalls that stopped at the door, she was being orally fucked vigorously.

Elisa had the distinct impression that she was being watched, though instead of being self conscious she became intent upon putting on a good show. Withdrawing to just the tip and thereupon receiving it again into the depths of her mouth and throat. She wanted to exhibit her passion for whomever would watch.

As a cool breeze danced across her breasts, stiffening her nipples while tossing her hair across her face. Of it’s own accord, her hand found the slit between her legs, exploring with care the lips. Urgency called for her to delve deeper, causing a flow of nectar to glaze over her hand. Muffled moans reverberated through the manager’s already pulsing shaft.

As Elisa prepared to gulp the onslaught of cum that was preparing at any second to rupture down her throat, she was not expecting the intrusion of a stranger’s hand that gripped the cock, yanking it from it’s sheath. Instinctively, she opened her eyes closing them just as quickly. The spatter landed just below her right eye and nose, just barely beginning to drip as the second landed nearly in the exact same spot.

In a rapid assault white, warm cum washed over her beautiful face, washing away the woman that was and allowing the woman she always wanted to be to emerge. The warm, musky salve bathing her was the most wonderful feeling she’d ever felt. It was not until the flood of goo stopped that the licking began. The all too familiar tongue lapped her face, leaving more to drip in it’s place. Her own tongue protruded from her mouth to catch what she could.

When her face was glistening with saliva, the tongue began lick up what puddled on her chest and stomach. Elisa could now see that the policewoman had arrived. Raising to her feet, still dressed in her official uniform, the woman gave the manager a kiss. “That will be all for now Carl. Thank you.”

Hand in hand the two women walked into the room to the bed. Closing the door wasn’t even considered as the woman removed her uniform. Elisa sat on the bed and admired this stranger’s body as if she’d had gay tendencies all her life. Her small but firm breasts and the total lack of hair inspired feelings of desire she never had with anyone, man or woman.

Several passerby’s stopped for a moment to watch the scene as the woman lay side by side, wrapping their thighs around the other’s head. The sounds of slurping were only drowned out by the echoes of sighs and moans as tongues dug deeper and deeper. Only after the two lay exhausted on the bed, asleep did the manager come by and close the door.

The next morning, Elisa awoke, realizing that the woman whom she didn’t even her name had left. Saddened by her absence, she slowly climbed to her feet. Was it all real? she wondered though the salty taste still in her mouth told her that it was. It was not until after she showered that she saw the note on the bedside stand.

“Join me for more at the municipal park. I would love to show you the sights of our fair town.”

Finding that her clothes had been brought into the room, Elisa picked out a white tank top and spandex pants. She loved the way they clung tight to her body as though they were painted on. Anticipation urged her on as she drove towards the business district of this small town. She passed a small hardware store as well as a donut shop. It was actually quite a sweet little town, she thought as she parked.

The park was directly across from a mom and pop grocery store though the man sweeping off the sidewalk was no old store clerk. He must be an employee or maybe their son, she surmised. His muscular build and tight blue jeans brought images of lewd activities to mind. It was memories of the night before that guided her to continue her journey to the park’s tree line.

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She heard the footsteps behind her. She poked her ass a bit more into the room as she leaned on the windowsill, and the footsteps came closer.

“What you up to?” She had suggested a booty call to her ex-boyfriend. He had suggested a booty weekend.

“Just enjoying the view,” she said.

“Heh. Me too.” She felt hands on her hips and pushed her body back into his. “Oh ho. I see the view you’re admiring.” Fingers curled into the waistband of her panties. They yanked down. She felt the warmth of his body behind her. She felt the head of his cock at her pussy.

The guys next door were splashing around in the pool, yelling and roughhousing. His cock slid into her. She purred. They hadn’t made the relationship work on an emotional level, but he was a good lay.

The cock pushed deep into her and paused. “Have they seen you?”

She smiled. “A couple of them did and then told the others. They’ve been pretending to not look at me.”

He laughed. “If I were them, I’d skip the pretending part.” The cock slid back and pushed in. She was petite everywhere except at her 38dd breasts. Which were pushing against the loosely buttoned flannel nightgown that the boys next door could see as she leaned at the window. That plus her curly blonde hair made her a frequent center of attention. Some of it even welcome. The thrusting grew steadier.

A couple boys casually looked up at that moment. From their angle, they wouldn’t be able to see Frank. But they’d be able to see her body shaking from the pushing. She lifted one hand in a little wave and smiled. They smiled back.

Keeping her elbows on the sill, she moved her hands to the first button on her shirt that was still closed. The other guys had noticed. She gave them a big smile and undid the button. She pulled the nightgown open, exposing the deep valley between her tits. They weren’t pretending to look anymore. All six guys had stopped to watch her.

As her body rocked with Frank’s fucking, she pointed at the next button down and raised an eyebrow. The boys were hypnotized. But one nodded. So she undid the next button. Pulled open the shirt some more. Her nipples were out now.

“Tease,” said Frank as his cock stroked in and out of her.

She shrugged. “Teenagers always need good things to jack off to.”

His hands reached around and grabbed her hands, pulling them to the sill. Poor pool boys; they looked bummed. She gave a “What can I do?” look to them.

Frank leaned forward, and cupped her tits from behind. His mouth was near her ear.

“You’re so right,” he said. And then he slid his hands down and unbuttoned the next button. She closed her eyes and imagined the rapt gazes of her audience. And then she felt Frank’s hands on the next button. The last button. He paused.

“Do it,” she murmured. The button came undone, and fingers grabbed the edges of her shirt, pulling them open so that the boys would see her fully exposed tits. She moaned. They wouldn’t be able to see her pussy from their angle, but they were free to imagine it.

She opened her eyes. Mouths were open. Eyes locked onto her body. Hands were below the water. She blew them a kiss. One pretended to catch it.

The thrusting grew stronger, and her naked tits rocked with the force.

All too soon, she felt Frank tense. Hot, thick cum raced into her pussy. She moaned. But it would take more than that for her to cum. She almost never did, though Frank got her closer than most guys. She’d have to attend to herself. There was that time a few weeks back, she thought. She shook her head. She had been pretty drunk at the club that night, and she hadn’t been thinking straight.

She stood up, gave a little wave to her audience, closed the curtains, and turned around.

“Would you like one?” Frank asked.

“One what?”

“One of those boys.”

“They’re just kids.”

“Michael who lives there is eighteen. I’m good friends with his parents.”

“You want me to fuck someone else in your house?”

He grinned. “And watch.”

“Fuck you.”

He shrugged. “Your choice. You just seemed to be having fun.” He lifted his hands to her shirt and pulled it off her arms. “God, I love these tits,” he said, bending down to suck them. She tilted her head back and enjoyed the feeling.

After a moment, she said, “Which one is Michael?” He looked up and grinned.

* * *

They had worked out the plan quickly. He’d drive the car off the block and then walk back and camp out in the bedroom. They had set up the webcam in the guest room, where she had unloaded all her stuff. Not that she had slept there at all, but his own room was cramped.

She closed the front door behind her and made sure it was locked. The flannel nightgown was back, buttoned up a bit more conservatively. Underneath, she wore soft, high-cut gray pajama shorts. Nothing after that. It was a warm summer day, but she felt a chill go down her spine. Fucking the boy next door? Sure, why not?

She marched over to his house and yelled from the side gate. “Hello? sincan escort Michael?” She yelled one more time as she sensed a pause between splashes.

She took a sharp breath as the tall, slim, dripping, curly-haired brunette sloshed to the gate. Oh yes, she thought. Her pussy was already wet from the fucking and the plan, but she felt it warm up anew.

He looked at her with a big smile. No shit. To call her scantily dressed was an understatement. And he had, along with his friends, seen the goods underneath. Not as much as he was about to see, though.

“Hey,” he said, running his eyes over her.

“Hi, I’m Julia. I’m, uh, visiting Frank next door.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” he said with a smirk.

She looked down, pretending to be embarrassed. “Yeah, I guess so.” She looked up again. “Well, I just did something dumb. I stepped out of the house and didn’t realize the door was locked. Frank’s off running errands, but he said you have a spare key?”

“We do,” he said. “Let me go find it.”

“Oh, thank you!” She gave a little hop and clap. Her big tits jiggled under the soft flannel. “Thank you so much. I really appreciate it.”

He smiled a goofy smile and padded back around the corner. She stood there rubbing her arms, still cold and feeling very self-conscious.

The splashing stopped and she heard murmuring. Suddenly she heard many wet footsteps coming her way. And then the other five guys were standing there.

“Uh, hi, guys. Michael’s just getting a spare key. I, uh, locked myself out.”

Michael had checked her out. She had expected that. But the other guys? It was a bit intense to be the focus of five very lustful gazes up close. Much different than from far away. From a safe distance.

“Are you Frank’s girlfriend?” said a blond kid.

“Uh, ex.” She gave a nervous laugh.

“Didn’t look like an ex to me earlier,” said the blond kid. They all laughed. She felt very shy. But a part of her brain was also taking in the sight of five nearly-naked strapping young men standing two feet from her. And remembering the club.

“Uh, it’s complicated.”

Michael padded up behind the other guys, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Get him over to Frank’s house, fuck him to hell and back, let him go back and tell his friends. He held up the key. “Got it.”

“Oh, thank god. I feel a bit silly standing out here like this.” She motioned down her body. Why had she done that? She was feeling off-balance with the up-close, focused lust. Michael opened the gate and came out to meet her. She turned to walk away and she heard a mass shuffle of feet.

“Uh, you guys don’t need to come,” she said to the group that had pooled out behind her.

“Oh no problem,” said another brunette.

“Yeah, it’s cool,” said Michael. No it wasn’t! “The guys all wanted to say hi.”

“Yeah,” said brunette 2, “we all wanted to meet you. And thank you.”

“Thank me?” She didn’t need to ask. Why had she asked? She needed to catch her breath.

“For the little show earlier.”

“Well, okay, hi, I’m Julia.” What to say about the show? She couldn’t deny it. She had waved to them and prompted them to approve her unbuttoning her top. She gave a little wave. The same coy wave she had given while being fucked as her tits rocked for them to see. “I just need Michael to unlock the door, and I’ll send him back.”

“Oh, it’s no problem going with you,” said blondie. How was she going to get Michael alone? Her mind slid back to the club. No. Two was enough. She had been drunk.

But she had cum hard. She couldn’t deny that. A thought flickered up: What do six guys even do? There wasn’t enough of her. No.

She needed time to think. Fine. Let them come. She turned and walk back to Frank’s house. The boys followed behind her.

If she had thought she was in skimpy clothes before, that was nothing compared to what those same clothes felt like with six lustful men behind her. The flannel nightgown barely came down over her ass, which meant that the tiny runner shorts peeked out as she walked.

Every step felt like it made her hotter. Every step she imagined the six guys intently staring at the flickering glimpses of her ass.

She made the mistake of looking back. Yes, that’s exactly what they were doing. She tugged the nightgown down a bit, but that just tightened it against her skin. She felt herself flush. Well, they had all just seen her topless. Right? The thought didn’t help.

She got to Frank’s door and cleared her throat as she turned to face them. She pushed herself against the wall.

Michael pushed his key into the lock and turned the bolt. The door swung open.

She calmed as she went back on script. “Oh, thank goodness! Let me just make sure I know where my set of the keys are.” She walked into the door. But they didn’t just wait. They all followed her.

She turned back.

“Uh, just wait here,” she said. “I’ll go check.”

She padded down the hall and heard them all follow her. She sıhhiye escort turned back.

“Oh, it’s no problem,” said Michael. “We don’t mind making sure you find your keys. Right, guys?” They all nodded. What was she going to do? She wasn’t getting that moment to think. She turned again and strode down the hall, the eager young men right behind her.

In the guest bedroom, she cursed her advance planning. She had placed the purse such that the only way to get to it was to get on all fours on the bed. Fuck Frank and his messy rooms. She took a deep breath and climbed on, her nightgown falling forward to expose more of her shorts.

A low whistle came from the group. She heard someone say, “Dammmn.” When it was just going to be Michael, this was the plan. Six guys blocking the one door of a small, close room? It was too much. An image of herself fucking the two guys a few weeks back came back. Yes, okay, it had been fun. Great, even. But it had been an accident.

This is shaping up to be an accident, too, she thought briefly.

She got the keys from her purse. No need to rummage around and show off her body longer, as she had originally planned. She turned back.

“Okay, guys. I appreciate the thought, but you’ve had your fun.” She stood up, gratefully feeling the nightgown slip back down. She turned to Michael. The words she had practiced slipped out before she could stop them.

“I can’t thank you enough for helping me.”

“Oh, I think you can,” said a redheaded boy. The gang snickered. She shot him a look.

“Okay, guys. Thanks for the help. Now I’m all set.” They all looked at her, smiling. She gulped.

“You can go now.” No one moved.

“I have an idea for thanking me,” said Michael. Blondie coughed. “Us.”

“‘Us?’ What the hell did all of you do?” She waved her arms at them.

“Provided moral support,” said brunette 2. They laughed.

“So you’re willing to thank me?” said Michael. She paused. She hadn’t booted them out at Michael’s suggestion. She had quibbled about the number. Well, of course, fucking Michael had been the plan.

She glanced around and saw the webcam. Fucking Frank, she thought. He was probably exploding as he watched this unfold. He’d love watching her take on six guys. Whoa. What was she even thinking of?

And then she had a thought. A wicked thought. Two wicked thoughts. What if she covered the camera and then fucked them? He’d hear the sound, but the whole scene would be invisible. Would fucking serve him right.

And just like that, the naughty thoughts that had been brewing took over.

“Okay, I had planned on it, yes,” she said. “But your friends didn’t do shit other than check me out.”

“Didn’t you just say you couldn’t thank me enough?” he said.

“That’s just a figure of speech.”

“I’ll bet you can,” he said. He stepped forward, and his five friends shuffled closer. They could reach out and touch her. To their credit, they didn’t. Yet.

“Look, it was just a key.”

“Yeah, but without me, you’d be standing outside the door like this,” he motioned at her body, “with a whole neighborhood watching you.”

“There’s only six of us,” said Blondie.

“‘Only six’? Like, hey, no big thang. It’s just a fucking group,” she shot back.

“Ooh, I like the sound of that,” said redhead. She raised an eyebrow at him. “Fucking the group,” he said.

“Oh, yeah,” said a couple of the guys.

“Let’s see those tits again,” said a black-haired boy who hadn’t spoken yet. She shook her head.

“Michael, can I talk to you a second?” He looked at her. She sighed. She motioned him toward her.

She had him bend down and stood on tiptoe to whisper in her ear.

“Don’t look,” she said, “but the webcam on the desk is on. He started to turn his head, but she grabbed it. “Don’t look, I said. Frank is watching this, but if you help me make sure the webcam is covered, you’ll get your thanks. What you’re all suggesting.” He pulled back and looked at her, surprised. She nodded.

She pulled him down again and whispered some more. “Your friends are all going to wonder what I’m saying. Tell them I want to hear they’re all eighteen.”

Michael turned around. She admired the rear view of the dripping wetness of his lightly clothed body. Just a tug on the bathing suit and boom, hard dick. With five more waiting. Now that she was committed, her pussy was pooling up in anticipation.

“Guys, I think Julia here is game.” Hoots. He held up his hands. “But you each need to tell her that you’re over eighteen.” Blondie and redhead immediately said yes. Brunette 2 paused. “Uh, yeah, I’m over eighteen. Sure.” Not very convincing, but plausible deniability. The others chimed in as well. Michael turned back around.

She cleared her throat and looked pointedly at redhead as she said, “I don’t think I can thank you and your friends enough.”

He smiled and nodded. “I think you can, honey. Let’s see those tits for real.”

She gave a deep breath. “This is tandoğan escort a bit intense. Maybe move back a little?” Blondie grinned and took a step forward.

“I think closer,” he said. And as if they had all planned this, all the boys moved in close. She could feel the warmth of Michael’s breath.

“That’s making me nervous.”

“We think you can thank us,” said Michael. “Start by taking off the shirt.”

“Okay, and then you’re thanked, right?”

“Just show us the tits,” said blondie.

She smiled and swayed as she unbuttoned the top, one button at a time. The boys stared as her tits came into view. She undid the last button and shrugged the top off. She handed it to Michael.

“Could you put that over there, please?” She waved over at the desk. The boys lifted their hands.

“Uh uh,” she said. “Michael did the most work. You all just perved over me.” She smiled as he pretended to casually throw the nightgown over the webcam. Fuck you, Frank, she thought. “So he gets first feel.”

He was on her in flash. His hands roamed one her naked chest, squeezing her big tits. She moaned. Louder than she might have otherwise for her networked audience. But it did feel good.

“Come on, guys,” she said. “There’s plenty of tit for everyone.” They didn’t waste a moment. Hands ran over her. Several hands squeezed each tit. Mouths moved down to suck on them.

Michael leaned back. “I don’t feel very thanked yet.” And he pointedly looked down at the tiny gray shorts she wore. She smiled and hooked her thumbs in them.

“Anyone want to help?”

Hands grabbed her shorts and yanked them down. Hands and mouths were attacking her. She pulled herself to the bed and crawled on. She got down on all fours and turned to face them.

“You all are wearing way too much,” she said.

She practically came as the six young men peeled off their bathing suits. What did six guys do with a girl at once? Who the fuck cared.

“Michael. Between my legs.” He jumped onto the bed and thrust himself into her. A dick appeared in front of her face, and she leaned forward to take it in her mouth.

“Oh, fuck yes,” said blondie, who had crawled onto the bed. “Yo, Julia. Ride Michael’s dick so you can dish out some hand jobs.” She felt Michael slide out of her as he laid back. She whimpered at the absence and rocked herself back so she could slide over him again. Oh, yes, that went so much deeper. The cock in her mouth popped out but then lunged towards her face again. In her peripheral vision, she saw cocks on either side. She reached out her hands.

Michael came in her. Then someone else did. Only then did she herself cum. But dicks kept coming. She came again and again. What do the extra dicks do? She found out soon enough as someone jacked off onto her face. And when another person shot a load onto her tits. “God those tits are fucking amazing,” she heard him say.

She was on her knees on the bed, titfucking blondie, when she felt the hands on her ass cheeks. She almost protested as they spread open. But more out of proper behavior than any real desire to stop them. But she was long past proper behavior, and she let out a low, animal moan as she felt the cock at her asshole. It pushed, she moaned, and it popped in.

“Holy fuck,” said a voice behind her. “I’ve never taken a chick in the ass before.”

She came some more. She swallowed, but not fast enough. Cum drizzled out of her mouth.. She couldn’t get a break but she didn’t want one. A cock between her tits. Lots of cocks between her tits. Once one guy had fucked her in the ass, they all wanted to.

She was breathing hard, drenched in sweat and cum when she finally begged to stop. “I can’t take anymore,” she panted. Most of the guys were spent at that point anyway. She lay back on the bed, her naked body sprawled across it.

“Fuck that,” said blondie. His cock was still rock hard. “I want one more spin.”

She waved at him. “Fine. Whatever. Cum on my tits or something.” The guys were either lying next to her on the bed or sitting on the floor. She looked at the clock. An hour. Was that all? It seemed like the whole day must be gone by now.

He straddled her. “Come on, baby. Stroke my cock until I cum on your face.” He leaned in close. “Or we’ll just keeping fucking you.”

She gave a weak smile. “Is that a threat?” But she reached up her hand and stroked his lovely hard cock until he shook. She pulled his cock so it pointed straight at her face and looked at the ceiling as his hot cum streaked across her cheeks and forehead.

The boys filed out. She didn’t have any strength to see them to the door. She lay there, exhausted from the orgasms. She had never cum like that before.

Then she remembered Frank. She grinned at the thought of him hearing all of this but seeing nothing.

As if on cue, he appeared at the door. He was naked, and his dick was harder than she had ever seen it.

“Jesus, that was fucking hot.” If even the audio track was that amazing, she wondered what it had looked like.

“I’m glad you thought so, baby,” she said sleepily.

“Yeah,” he said, “I was worried at first because Michael covered the webcam accidentally, but then I remembered I could log in and switch the computer to use the internal webcam. She felt the blood drain from her face.

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Sasha sat atop a concrete table as Jessica hurried out from her last class. The beautiful brunette hopped off and snatched up a pair of paper coffee cups. She held one out as Jessica approached.

“Still hot,” Sasha said.

“You’re a saint,” Jessica said, taking the cup and sipping. Coconut chai, one of her favorites. She closed her eyes and gave a deeply satisfied, “Mmm.”

“Oh, to get you to make that sound a different way,” Sasha said.

Jessica opened her eyes and grinned. “You have an open invite to my place any time.”

“Might have to take you up on that. Ready to go? Billy and Josh are at the library working.”

They headed in that direction. Sasha was enjoying being vague about why they needed to meet up with Billy and another one of the Representatives, the group of seniors on campus who ran the biggest parties of the year. All she did know is that it had something to do with a way for Jessica’s boyfriend Corbin to sleep with Dr. Rosamund Madison. Sasha thought hooking up with her would be a gateway to Corbin hooking up with her own mother, Dr. Pamela Windsor.

“I have to ask, why are you doing this?”

Sasha grinned. “Mostly? I think Mom needs it. After the divorce, she’s not really dated anyone. There have been a couple guys but no one who really wowed her. We both know Corbin can do that.”

“There have to be plenty of other guys who would fit that bill, though. Why someone you’ve slept with?”

“I know Corbin’s not going to stick around. He’s not clingy and he’s head over heels in love with you, so I don’t think he’s going to get weird.”

“Come on,” Jessica said, nudging her friend with her elbow. “That can’t possibly be it.”

Sasha looked behind them, then all around, and said quietly, “All right. The idea is hot. It always has been, since Brooke first told me about it. It’s not… you know, an incestuous thing. It’s this, hm, this idea that a guy who gave me the best orgasm of my life doing the same thing to my mom.”

Jessica wondered how that wasn’t incestuous, but it didn’t pay to bring up the point. “That is kind of hot.”

“Right? Speaking of, have you heard from Brooke?”

“Mm,” Jessica said, finishing off a sip. “Yes. Remember Mike, my escort from the scavenger hunt?”

“Sure. Ohhh, did they hook up?”

“They did. I don’t know if it’s a long-term thing, but they seem happy enough.”

“Aw. I think she had a tiny crush on Corbin.”

“Me too,” Jessica said. Truth was, she was still shocked Corbin wanted her instead of Brooke. Brooke was simply stunning. Then again, Sasha was too. He had his fun with both of them a couple times but it was Jessica he wanted and who he came home to every night. Why exactly, she would never know and never truly believe. There was just too much brokenness in her past to not wonder.

They sipped and talked, and all around them, the world was cast in autumn colors. The landscaping crews tried to keep up with the leaves on the ground but it was always a losing battle this close to Halloween. Not too many weeks until fall break, and then Jessica would drag Corbin four hours to her hometown, Norrell. The thought excited her, and not just because of getting to road trip with her boyfriend. Jessica missed her family dearly, and she desperately wanted her parents’ opinion on Corbin. Her long and storied history of making bad choices with guys left her needing that approval, something that would have made her teenage self scoff.

That was why they were still playing this stupid game of “will he/won’t he?” with Sasha’s mother. Dr. Windsor. Once he’d slept with her, then Jessica felt like he’d finally understand he could sleep with anybody. That he didn’t have to be saddled with Jessica if he didn’t want to be. Though she grew more and more sure of the foundation of their relationship every day, that felt like the finish line for her. She could truly accept Corbin wanting her above anyone else at that point.

The library was just coming to life as students got out of classes for the day. Most flocked to the computers, but a few handfuls of students worked at the tables and armchairs too. Jessica saw some she recognized and waved, but the pair of friends were on a mission.

“Hey, Marlon, you seen Josh or Billy?” Sasha called to one of them. The guy didn’t look up from his book as he pointed up. “Love you.”

“Uh huh.”

They headed up to the second floor. This was primarily the research section, bookended by a dozen small study rooms. Josh, Billy, Bethani, and a young woman Jessica didn’t recognize sat around a table in one of them, a mountain of notes in front of them.

“Homework on a Friday,” Jessica said to Billy as he glanced up and grinned. “Beth really has tamed you.”

“Right?” he asked, rising. Josh stood up too, but he looked less than amused.

“Don’t steal them away for long,” Bethani said, faking a yawn. “Don’t know how we’ll survive accounting without them.”

“I say keep them,” the other woman said.

“Oh, the jokes,” Josh said. Whereas Billy was a hulking goliath of a wrestler, Josh was tall and slim, almost beautiful in his good escort mecidiyeköy looks. He used to play basketball for the university before another player slammed him into the bleachers and ended his sporting career with a devastating broken leg. In a way, that injury and the outpouring of support made him his class’s version of Corbin, though he was far darker in disposition than Jessica’s boyfriend.

Josh nodded towards the door and they headed out. They didn’t go far, just to another study room, and he closed the door after everyone.

“No,” Josh said flatly, staring at Sasha.

“Josh,” she said with a sigh.

“Absolutely not. No. Hell no.”

“No to what?” Jessica asked.

“The Phantom Masquerade,” Billy said, grabbing a chair and sitting down. Jessica thought for a moment about sitting too, but her plans for that evening with Corbin included a hidden surprise she’d been wearing all afternoon and it made sitting uncomfortable.

Jessica blinked. “It’s real?”

“Yeah,” Sasha said quietly. “It is.”

The Phantom Masquerade was one of the great myths of Agramonte University, a party so secretive and debaucherous no one really believed it existed. That was mostly because it wasn’t just for students. It was rumored that the school’s hottest professors and adjuncts invited a group of equally attractive students to a party once a year around Halloween. No one Jessica knew ever actually went to one. It was always “a friend of a friend,” and so she dismissed it.

“This cannot leave this room,” Billy said. He had never looked more grim. “If this got out, we can kiss whatever future we have in our majors goodbye.”

“They have a lot of power,” Josh agreed. “And they have the ears of everyone they need to.”

“I’m not going to talk,” Jessica said, taking a chair too. “It really is a sex party, isn’t it?”

“It is,” Josh said. “The Representatives pick a number of seniors every year to attend. No one’s forced into anything, but there are expectations that there will be hookups. In return, the professors push the careers of everyone involved.”

“Jessica’s a senior,” Sasha said.

“And Jessica’s invited,” Josh said. “But not her boyfriend, and definitely not you.”

“There have been exceptions to the senior rule,” Sasha snapped.

“Sure, if a professor specifically requests them. But it doesn’t happen. Underclassmen always lead to problems,” Josh said, folding his arms. “They get complacent, think they can coast. Or worse, they talk and damn near ruin the thing for everyone.”

“Corbin wouldn’t,” Jessica said.

“I only have your word for that,” Josh said.

“And mine,” Billy said. Josh glared at him and he shrugged. “Corbin is a good dude. I’ll vouch for him and Jessica both.”

A tic in Josh’s face made his lip quirk, and he finally turned back to Jessica and Sasha. “Why are you so desperate for this?”

“Dr. Rosamund Madison,” Jessica said immediately. There was no sense in lying about that. She had no intention of mentioning Sasha’s mother, though. “I want to see Corbin and her together.”

“The biggest game at the party and you think you can break all the rules just for a quick peep show?”

“Nothing about fucking Corbin is ‘quick,'” Sasha said. Every eye in the room fell on her and she smiled faintly. “It’s the truth. He’s the best I’ve had. He’s big, he can go for a long time, and he knows how to treat a woman.”

“She’s right,” Jessica said.

“There is precedent. It’s been a while, but it’s been done,” Billy said. “It can’t hurt to ask Dr. Madison.”

Josh didn’t look happy about that, but nodded. “I can tell her you two are interested. There’s almost no chance she’ll say yes, but send me on some pictures of him and maybe you can convince her.”

Sasha grinned. “I think we can give you those right now.”

She and Jessica both dug out their phones. Over the course of a frenetic night with Brooke and Corbin, Sasha had taken a number of faceless pictures of the freshman in various stages of undress and in the process of fucking Brooke silly. Jessica contributed a few of her own, blushing hard as she realized none of them were faceless.

“Josh, if I send you these…”

Josh’s hard looks softened. “It stays between me and Dr. Madison. I swear. If they get out, I’ll resign as a Representative. That would kill any chance at a good future I have. Okay?”

“It’s for Corbin, so…” Jessica nodded and sent him a few choice ones of Corbin fucking her from behind in the bathroom, both of them staring at the mirror, Jessica in the middle of a laughing orgasm, Corbin on the verge of his own. She also sent some close-ups of his big cock stuffing her pussy.

Josh looked at them and shivered. “I’ll get Dr. Madison aside and talk to her about this. You’ll know one way or another by the end of the weekend.”

“And me?” Sasha asked.

“Don’t make me say it,” Josh said. “You know why you can’t come.”

Sasha gave him a hard smile. “I suppose I do.”

“Pamela? Really?” Jessica asked, shocked. She would have never thought Dr. Windsor would have gone escort bayan to that sort of a party.

“Not a word,” Josh growled, going for the door.

While the guys returned to their studies, Sasha and Jessica headed back outside. They had to walk a bit before they broke free of an intermittent stream of students, and Jessica looked sideways at Sasha.

“Don’t judge. Please don’t judge.”

“I wouldn’t,” Jessica said. “How long have you known?”

“I’ve suspected for a while. My mom and dad always disappeared for a night around Halloween. They wouldn’t come back home until the next morning. I didn’t think much about it until I started college here. One night, this was after the divorce, I was home. I was going to stay with a friend but she got sick. Mom didn’t know I was home. She came back around midnight, and I was still up, watching a movie. She came in and nearly ran for the bedroom when she saw me. But not before I saw her. She was… I’ve never seen her that way before. Her dress was torn and held together with bobby pins. Her hair was all undone and kinda clumped and I think guys had…” Sasha blushed, and Jessica nodded. “Anyways. I thought she’d been raped, the way she looked. She laughed at that and told me no, she was fine, she just had a really wild time.”

“And you figured it out.”

“Yes. Well, not really until last year. I followed her to a mansion out near Lakecrest. They unloaded the students from a bus. All of them had hoods on so they couldn’t see where they were at.”

“Weird.”

“Really weird. But they have to be careful like that.” Sasha took Jessica’s hand and squeezed. “I did what I can. I’m sorry again my mom came after Corbin like that.”

Jessica stopped and turned to look at Sasha. “You don’t owe use any apology. It’s not your fault.”

Sasha stepped in, and without any hesitation, reached around to cup the back of Jessica’s head. They kissed, their first, and it was good and slow, warming Jessica to her toes. “Good,” Sasha breathed against her lips. “Then I’ll know it’s for real when I do stop by and have some fun with you.”

“It’ll definitely be that,” Jessica murmured. Her phone rang, and Sasha broke away, grinning. “The worst timing.” She answered the call as Sasha began to walk away, blowing her a kiss as she went. “Hey, baby. I just met with Josh and Billy. I don’t think it’s going to happen but it’s not a total no yet.”

“That’s, uh, that’s great,” Corbin said, sounding weak. “Hey, um, I’ve been back at your place for a bit, and, uh, you have a bunch of visitors. One of them is, um… kinda holding me hostage.”

“What?” Jessica asked sharply.

“Yeah. Yeah. She… kinda has a knife and she’s pointing it at me telling me I need to call you.”

“A knife?” Jessica yelled. Then it hit her. The one and only lunatic who would pull a stunt like this.

“Hang on, she wants to talk.”

A soft, pleased voice said, “Hey, Jessie. I like the new boyfriend. He’s adorable.”

Jessica gritted her teeth. “Hello, Sarah.”

* * *

No work that evening, and Jessica hinted all week she had a surprise for Corbin. That left him in a good mood when he arrived at her place. She was supposed to be meeting with Billy and another friend about some chance they had at Dr. Rosamund Madison, but he wasn’t holding his breath. All he needed was Jessica.

He grabbed a quick shower and laid out the homework for the weekend on the kitchen table. Not much, really, just a short essay and a take-home quiz. He could knock that out probably before Jessica got home, so he started in on it, trying to ignore the growling in his stomach. A couple hours and Jessica was going to guide him through grilling burgers, their first lesson in cooking together.

The doorbell rang, and whoever was on the other side giggled and hammered on the door too. “Jessica, you slut! Open up!”

“Be nice!” Corbin heard someone else say.

He rose to his feet, curious, and went to answer the door. The one doing the doorbell ringing and knocking was a short woman whose hourglass figure was so grossly exaggerated Corbin had a hard time not staring. Her bust and hips were huge, her waist and the rest of her petite. And holy hell, she was gorgeous, with long, playful pigtails and a delicate face with big, dark eyes glimmering with good humor.

A handful more women stood behind her, on the porch and the sidewalk. Two he recognized – Dakota and London, the twins Jessica was friends with. They were petite blondes, classically beautiful. Another was drop dead sexy, with long black curly hair, big pouty lips and doe eyes, and curvy proportions that would have been big if it weren’t for the obvious comparison of the woman in the lead. She held the hand of a blonde with shorter, curlier hair and elegant looks somewhere between playful and gorgeous. The last of the bunch was a delicately featured Latina with some of the most beautiful eyes and lashes Corbin had ever seen. She flashed him a sympathetic smile just a split second before the one in the lead pushed Corbin aside.

“You’re not Jessica,” she said, storming in. beşiktaş escort “Jessie! Where are you?”

“Sarah!” one of the twins said, following her.

The other one came in too. “Sorry about this, she’s… well, hormonal.”

“And also she’s just Sarah,” the supermodel-looking woman with the black curly hair said.

“That too,” the twin said.

The women all pushed in past Corbin. Flabbergasted, he didn’t utter a word in protest, though he had a feeling in his gut this wasn’t going to end well. Sarah walked – or bounced, really – towards the stairs, and hollered up them, “Jess!”

“She’s not here,” Corbin said. He cleared his throat as the six women turned to look at him. “She’s, ah, finishing up at the college for the day. Can I help you with something?”

Sarah stomped towards him. She wore a dress that didn’t constitute much more than a skirt and a pair of crisscrossing wisps of material that fought valiantly to cover at least a small portion of her breasts. “Who are you again?”

“Cor-“

“Are you the new boyfriend?”

“Yes?” He cleared his throat and tried again. “Yes. I’ve met Dakota and London before. Um. Hello.”

She studied him a minute longer, then stormed towards the kitchen. The Latina settled on the edge of the couch and said, “I’m sorry. We’re going out dancing tonight and wanted to invite Jessica-“

“Oh my God, Sarah!” the playfully cute blonde said, looking towards the kitchen.

Sarah came out holding a long kitchen knife, her eyes gleaming. “One more time, what’s your name?”

“Cor-“

“Can you satisfy her?”

Corbin blinked at Sarah. “Uh. What/”

She waved the knife at his dick. It was uncomfortably close. “Do you make her come? Are you a man?”

“I… yes?”

“Hm,” Sarah said. The other women circled her but kept their distance. “I don’t believe you. Strip.”

“Sarah,” the Latina said, rubbing her face.

“Don’t listen to her,” one of the twins said. “She’s not going to stab you.”

Sarah glanced over her shoulder, amused. “You really think I wouldn’t?”

The twin blanched. “On, uh, second thought, better not move fast.”

Sarah returned her attention to Corbin and rocked back and forth on her feet. “Okay. You can keep your clothes on, so long as you call her. Call her call her call her.”

The supermodel-esque one said, “Put that down. You’re being crazy.”

“It’s my pre-pre-pre-birthday celebration and I want to shove Jessica’s face into my pussy,” Sarah snapped. She jabbed the knife at Corbin. “Call. Her.”

Corbin dug out his phone and called.

* * *

Jessica raced back home as fast as she dared. At one point, she thought for sure a cop was going to pull her over for going five miles an hour above the speed limit, but he didn’t whip around.

“Goddamn it, Sarah,” she muttered.

She didn’t believe for a second her ex-girlfriend would do anything to Corbin. But Jessica hadn’t really told him the extent of the debauchery she’d gotten into with Lionel’s girlfriends and wife, and the thought of anyone telling him before she could made her sick. Would he run when he knew the truth? Would he look at her with shame and disgust? She’d done so many weird things for Lionel. For… well, all of them, really.

She had something of a goodbye with London and Dakota. Corbin had been there for that, and he knew she’d been with the twins sexually. That was about the extent of it. He probably suspected some of it – as he said, he was naïve but not stupid. But how could Jessica break it to him how quickly she spread her legs for all of Lionel’s lovers just to please him? How she’d begged for it at more than a handful of their orgies?

Oh God, what if he fell for one of them?

How easy that would be. Sarah and Jenna were honest-to-God models, Jenna currently, Sarah before she took on an executive job with a clothing brand. Yvonne certainly turned heads when people saw her face on real estate signs. Victoria was the definition of Corbin’s fantasies when it came to his fetish for teachers, not to mention she was an incredibly stunning Latina who radiated grace and kindness when she wasn’t dominating one of the other women in bed. Then there were the twins. They were, at least, a known quantity to him, but there again was the taboo appeal of twinship. Jessica herself had found that pretty hot. Still did.

She shifted in her seat, the plug still inside her. She needed to pull it soon. The anticipation she felt about that night, the excitement of giving Corbin his first lesson in anal, melted away into tears that threatened to spill over every time she hit a red light.

“Goddamn it, Sarah,” she croaked again, balling up her fists.

Jenna and Sarah’s vehicles sat out front of her house. Jessica pulled in behind them and swallowed. Buried under her fear of losing Corbin was a residual fear of this very confrontation, with or without him. She said goodbye to London and Dakota, but the rest of her ex-girlfriends only really got a few texts from her before she cut off communications with them. It hurt too much to talk to them, much like it did Lionel and Morgan, though Jessica’s ex-girlfriends hadn’t really done anything to her. She had been embarrassed about trying to take Lionel from them, and assumed they would all be pissed at her for it. It had been easier to walk away with a quick “I’m sorry” and not listen to their responses.

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This is the second chapter of “The Unique Mouse”

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High school, bullies, and insecurities:

A lonely nerd with a very unusual body befriends one hot jock.

Main characters are 18 years old!

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Darien stood in front of a mirror in his family bathroom staring at his naked body. He looked at his large nipples with furrowed eyebrows. His whole teen years he suffered because of those two body parts – changing clothes in toilets, being careful so nobody would notice. He even wore very tight undershirts to flatten his sticking out, perky nubs. He suffered from being too hot in summer, but he preferred that over being ridiculed by his classmates, especially being the new kid in their school. He transferred here his senior year, after his father settled his problems with company debts.

The boy sighed, got dressed and left the bathroom. He went back to his room to grab his backpack, and ran down the stairs.

“Mum! I’m going to school!” he shouted.

“Okay, honey, but there may be a downpour, the weather forecast…” He heard her muffled voice coming from the kitchen.

“It’s okay mam, I’ll be in school before the rain.”

And just like that, he went outside, heading toward the school.

He usually walked 20-minutes there, through a quiet residential neighborhood. But today some 5 minutes into the walk, he realized that as usual, his mother was right. He heard some characteristic sound, and the rain shower began to fall on his head. And it was very intense right away! Big raindrops almost attacked him, small puddles began to form everywhere in a matter of one minute. Darien swore, and tried to squeeze his lean body under some small tree with very few leafs. He became frustrated, feeling his T-shirt already becoming wet and sticking to his skin.

Then suddenly the red sports car stopped five feet from him. Darien’s glasses were so wet, so he couldn’t see clearly, but before he could clean them, he heard a familiar voice:

“Darien, come on in! The weathers not gonna get better before classes start!”

It was Keegan for sure, and he was probably right.

Darien tightened his lips realizing what his situation was. No… not Keegan – he thought to himself. Not after what they did together only yesterday… It wasn’t good to meet this boy again. To be in the car – alone with this weird, yet crazy hot dude…

But the rain was bothering him, so he made his decision in a matter of seconds. He circled the car’s hood and jumped inside.

He was met with the pair of green eyes, looking at him through dark eyelashes and lips smiling at him. Full, perfect lips! Yep, Keegan was still as handsome as he was yesterday. Maybe even more. He looked a bit like young Keanu Reeves, but with Mohawk hair cut.

“Hello, Darien, you look so… wet.” His eyes wandered on Darien’s chest and the boy noticed with some horror that his nipples were sticking out like crazy, cold and rigid.

He quickly covered his chest, hating the rain.

“Stop staring, dude. It’s not cool,” he murmured, but weirdly… he didn’t feel that bad with Keegan’s attention. Shockingly, he even… felt it in his dick – a small wave of warm blood.

“It’s a positive stare, it’s my admiration!” Keegan muttered, and Darien cheeks turned pink.

“It’s weird, and you know it.” The smaller boy insisted.

Keegan shrugged. “I don’t care. Can I touch them? Just a brush, nothing more.”

“Are you crazy? We are on the street! There are houses…”

“The rain is so intense, like a water wall around, nobody is interested in what we are doing here.”

Darien went silent. He really had no strength to protest because the truth is… he did want Keegan to touch him. He almost had trouble breathing, just by thinking about his classmate’s hands rubbing on his hard nipples.

He let his hands drop. Keegan’s hungry eyes fixed on two hard nubs obscenely sticking under Darien wet T-shirt. He slowly raised his hand and brushed one of them, and bright stars flashed before Darien’s eyes. The loud gasp broke from his lips.

“Fuck, Darien, you are so sexy, you don’t even know how… Love your moans.”

Darien turned his head toward the window, not to look at Keegan’s face, as he was as red as a beet. Keagan’s fingers were gently squeezing his nubs, massaging the tips, rolling them ever so slightly.

It was so unbelievably intense, that second long moan escaped Darien’s lips, his head tilted back. Keegan’s breath was more shaky and husky now, he was also getting off, seeing Darien’s evident arousal.

Darien’s dick protruded in his shorts, fully hard and throbbing as hell, begging for attention.

But Keegan didn’t stop – the heavenly torture continued, and soon Darien didn’t care where he was, with whom, and what was around.

He fisted his hands, tilted his head back, and gave himself to the immense tunalı escort pleasure. Keegan’s fingers were tirelessly caressing his crazy oversensitive nubs, fondling it, stretching.

“Please…” Darien pleaded, but he really didn’t know what he was begging for.

“Come to the back seat, there are tinted windows back there.” The bigger boy took the initiative.

And Keegan didn’t have to repeat himself. Darien was in the back seat in five second – laying flat, and – shamelessly, he right away pulled his T-shirt and undershirt all the way up, rolling them under his chin, willingly surrendering his erected nipples to Keegan’s total control.

Keegan’s pupils were now large and dark, his breath fast and shallow. He was also very aroused as his shorts tented obscenely. He as well moved to the back seat, taking place between Darien’s thighs. Then he took the smaller boy’s legs and put them over his own thigh, like he was about to have anal sex with Darien, but instead, he simply leaned over Darien’s wanting and aching body. Leaning down he started to really take care of his hard as steel nipples, sucking on them, lightly nibbling, rolling, pulling, stretching. Darien was grunting and groaning in an almost animalistic wild way, his body quivering, waves of pleasure drowning him, blocking his breath, almost choking him…

Too much. Too good. God! Too good, crazy good…

It was rising like a tide, something was tautening his body, and now he felt like a string ready to snap.

And then it came.

Very much unexpected. Powerful, unstoppable, crazy jolt of orgasmic spasm. Rolling his body, jerking it, straining… It was crazy, he could not grasp it. How was it even possible?

His body was still trembling, as he tried to understand what just happened.

He felt a familiar wetness in his underwear. “Fuck…!”

“What?” Keegan mumbled, his eyes were glazed, unfocused, almost unseeing. His cheeks were as red as Darien’s. He was fully immersed in earnest latching on Darien’s nipple and didn’t realize what happened.

“I just came in my pants. Untouched…”

Keegan looked down, there already could be seen a wet spot on Darien’s shorts. His eyes widened. “Wow, you are truly a miracle, Darien… I thought only women can come from nipple’s stimulation?” He muttered in honest amazement.

“I know, right? I’m a mess now, fuck! All wet and now this…”

Keegan looked almost guilty and Darien pursed his lips, holding his laugh. “It’s not your fault, I mean… the rain part.” He winked.

Keegan cleared his throat. “Listen, I have an idea. I will take you home, you can change quickly in dry clothes, and I will drive us to the school together. How does that sound?”

Darien pulled his cell phone. “Fuck, we have only ten minutes! Or we’ll be late to school!”

Keegan grimaced with vague disappointment. He sighed. “Well, looks like we should hurry then.”

Darien hesitated, looking at the bigger boy’s bulge, aching in his pants. “Listen, sorry that you couldn’t…”

But Keegan halted him with his raised hand. “No, don’t be sorry, it was me who asked. I’ll probably develop a case of blue balls, but it’s not that important. Come, sit already in front, we need to get going.”

“Okay. Thanks, man.”

Keegan made a U-turn, and they drove over to Darien’s house, which was only a quick two-minute drive.

“Ok, go, I’ll wait!” He assured Darien.

So, in pouring rain, Darien stormed out of the car and sprinted back to his house.

“God, Darien! What’s happened? Why are you back?” His mother showed up on the doorstep. He ran by her in a risky evasive maneuver, as she was almost blocking the entrance. He didn’t want her to watch him too closely.

“Nothing to worry about! I just need to change, my classmate, Keegan, is going to take me to school, as he was driving by and saw me soaked in rain water.”

“I told you about the weather, honey…”

“Okay, okay!”

It took him about 3 minutes to clean himself of his jizz and change into a new set of clothes. He dashed out from the house as quickly as he could, glad his mum was already back in the kitchen.

He took the small folding umbrella to protect himself from the rain on the way out. Furthermore, he returned to the car. Keegan was observing him attentively.

“Hey, do you wear some… undershirts or something? You kinda flattened your chest to the point that your nipples are not visible at all…” Keegan asked as soon as Darien was inside the car again.

Darien blushed a bit. “Yep, I… ” He swallowed. “It’s my insecurity. I was always ashamed of how big they are.”

Keegan snorted angrily. “What the fuck, they are perfect, mouthwatering to say at least!”

Darien rolled his eyes a bit. “Keegan, I am sure you understand that they are not a typical guy’s nipples. And to be different in high school it means to be ridiculed. I never wanted that. It’s enough that I’m so small.”

Keegan looked annoyed. “I’m sorry to hear that, that you türbanlı escort felt that way, and you were feeling bad. Maybe I’m weird, but they are turning me on like crazy. For me, they are perfect. And so, what if you are small? You are cute. That’s how I see it.”

Darien darted him a short glance. “Well, there is a reason why most people consider a man handsome only if he is tall. If he is short, he can be pretty at best. And it’s not very manly. No girl would prefer a small guy over a tall guy.”

Keegan sighed. “Maybe you are right. But are you straight? Do you care for girls?”

“I thought I was. But since yesterday, I may consider myself bi-curious at least…” he giggled.

“Same here.” Keegan winked.

Darien hesitated. “Are you… not concerned? Even a bit? It’s… really weird, I’ve never heard about anything similar,” he asked in a shy voice.

Keegan eyed him. “I don’t like to think too much about… my weirdness. It’s just how I am. It’s pointless to beat yourself up for something like this. Besides, we’re only eighteen. We still have time to figure it out if we’re gay or straight.”

The car stopped at the school’s parking lot.

Luckily, there was nobody outside, the rainy weather successfully scared the students to get inside quickly.

“Keegan, I will go first, okay? I’m uncertain if it would be wise if we marched to the classroom together. It’s 8:03. Everybody’s there already.”

Keegan glanced at him, his face almost impassive. He shrugged. “Whatever you want,” he said tersely.

Darien hesitated for a second. What else could he say? They were not in a relationship, not even close. They were not even fuck-buddies. Since technically, they didn’t fuck. So, there were really no ground rules for their interactions.

“Okay, bye. See you around,” he muttered, and he got out of the car.

He entered the classroom at 8:05, and while he was being scolded by the teacher, Keegan also went inside, passing him by.

“Sorry, car trouble,” he muttered, adding nothing more, and marched toward his seat. The teacher blinked but didn’t press on the topic. Darien raised his eyebrows.

She probably also thought Keegan was kinda hot. Darien could see it in her eyes. Was she drooling inside just by looking at Keegan’s ass as he walked to his desk? Darien narrowed his eyes, not even knowing why. She was so annoying!

As the lessons went on, Darien could not stop himself.

He started to dart short, discreet glances to Keegan, and had an intense flashback of the moment as he laid flat on the back seat and his fucking nipples were in heaven, thanks to Keegan sensual mouth. Just by thinking, he felt his dick hardening again, and he clenched his jaws in frustration.

What the fuck that was?

This stud could not simply be interested in him beside his weird fixation on the nipples. Darien was an object of the bigger boy’s peculiar fascination, but he should not forget who he was. But… definitely Darien should not overlook Keegan’s considerate behavior, when he came up with the idea to come back to Darien’s house for him to change out of his wet clothes. It was nice, but it was nothing. Probably? He was just a polite person, right? He would most likely propose it to any poor soul with a big cum spot on their shorts.

Darien forced himself to focus on the teacher’s voice, but it wasn’t an easy task.

The next few hours went more or less in the same way, but then it was lunch break.

Darien headed there in the company of two classmates – Donna and Maria, they were both shy, overweight girls that rarely took an active part in the class social life.

As they strode over one of the tables carrying their trays, Darien noticed Keegan. The handsome boy was in a line talking to his best friend, Jordan, another one of ‘the neutral’ kids in their class, who never bullied Darien. At least Keegan wasn’t hanging around with those stupid bullies.

But the bullies were also here, just one spot ahead of Keegan and Jordan.

Adam Donell, Declan Nash and Nathan Glenn were just loading their trays, and arguing with Miss Darby about receiving only one carrot cupcake. Obnoxious as always. Darien received two cupcakes because Miss Jensen liked him a lot, and she used to say that he needs to eat to grow more.

As soon as they had their trays full, they looked around and Darien quickly dropped his head down, not to provoke them, not to be seen. Disappeared.

But as always this was a futile attempt at what seemed inevitable.

“Oh, no,” Donna murmured. “Those assholes are coming here again. I really hate them…”

Both girls pretended to study the contents of their trays very attentively. They never helped him, as they were afraid for themselves, to become targets of those jerks.

Darien could already feel the nervous jolt in his body and an adrenaline rush, he fisted his hands, his knuckles turned white. He didn’t notice that Donna took her cell phone and tilted it in his way…

“Well, ulus escort well, well, and what do we have here? Miss Darby’s favorite Mouse! With a full granary, as my eyes can clearly see. But instead of grains, the little rodent has an extra cupcake, so unfair. I think I will free you from this burden, you don’t need the extra carbs anyway, little Mouse, do you?”

Darien snorted. “Are you a child, Donell? Can’t fight your sweets cravings? Good thing you spend so much time in the gym, or you would already be fat as hell.” He could not stop himself. He never could, and it got him in trouble one too many times.

The next second he could feel a heavy hand on his neck pulling him down with such a strength that he could not possibly resist, having his small frame. Half of a second and his nose would be pressed into the cupcake’s cream, but… suddenly the pressure was released.

He heard some turmoil behind him and next moment he could see Adams flying between tables and flopping to the ground on his ass.

In a second there was a ruckus all around, everybody was standing up, calling something, some girls were whimpering, some guys were swearing, cell phones were ready to record.

“What the fuck, Byrne?!” Declan was ready to protect his friend, who meanwhile got on his feet and charged at Keegan, but it was a split of a second… Keegan used just one, very efficient, classical Muay Thai front kick, targeting Adam’s solar plexus.

The bully flew back, falling flat on the floor, some trays fell on his head.

Both of his buddies jumped back, not wanting to fight Keegan, as he could obviously execute such a powerful blow with only one move.

Darien was looking at his unexpected (Really? Or maybe he was quietly expecting that, after all?) protector in amazement. And Keegan presented himself as a mighty warrior! He heard once that somebody called him “The bull”, and there was some truth to that. He was so powerful and so… manly looking. Darien even caught curious glances directed at Keegan from some of the girls in the cafeteria. Uhhh! Darien swore under his breath. What was wrong with him?

“What’s going on here?!” The voice of Mr. Jones was barely audible in a rowdy school cafeteria. Mr. Jones was a math teacher, and he knew all the boys involved.

Darien sprang to his feet. “Adam Donnell attacked me and Keegan Byrne helped to fight him off!” He could see the faces of Declan and Nathan.

They seemed to silently scream: “Snitch!”

Mr Jones furrowed his eyebrows. “All three of you, principal’s office! Now!”

Donell was on his feet already, his face winced with anger. He looked at Darien with narrowed eyes – and curiously – didn’t look at Keegan at all!

None of the boys said anything. They silently followed Mr. Jones through the school’s corridors. Darien walked side by side with Keegan, and even one time he caught his glance, but he could read the other boy’s face.

They waited before the principal’s office for about a minute, as only Mr. Jones went in.

After that Ms. Feldon, the secretary, called them in as well.

The principal, Mr. Roland, was sitting in a big comfortable chair and as soon as he saw them, his eyes narrowed. He was a big man, a former and semi-successful football player. Quite the jerk… as far as Darien was concerned.

“Well, boys, boys, boys. I had a hard day and now this? What happened? Are you messing up again?” His voice was deep, yet clearly annoyed. “Donell, let’s start with you.”

“Why with him? I was attacked first!” Darien just could not stop himself.

“Shhh. Donell, go on.”

Adam Donell went ahead and sat on the chair, just in front of the principal. He sighed.

“I was just politely protesting the unfair dealings of Ms. Darby in distributing the cupcakes! Present here Darien Anderson, who was granted an extra cupcake, started the name-calling, saying I was a child and will likely become fat, if not for my gym workouts. After that, I was brutally attacked from behind by his fanatically loyal protector, thrown on the floor, met with laughs and humiliation. But he was far from over, when I barely managed to stand up, he charged me like a crazy bull, ready to kill, he kicked me in my stomach, I really felt like my liver was on the brink of splitting and bleeding to death…”

“Stop it, you motherfucker!!!” Darien almost jumped in the air. “You lying scumbag…”

“MISTER ANDERSON!!! You forget yourself! Watch your dirty mouth here!” Principal Roland got up pointing his finger in Darien’s direction. He was furious.

“I told you, principal Roland!” Donell was whining. “I told you! He is aggressive, offensive and vulgar, don’t let his small posture fool you, that one had a bad mouth, he starts name-calling with no reason at all, I’m just telling you what happened as a fact and look for yourself, he went ballistic!”

Keegan grunted. “Excuse me, principal Roland. There are security cameras inside the school cafeteria. It would be easy to check who really started the fight and who charged whom. The testimony of Adam Donell may not be entirely accurate, believe me, as he has a long and well-known history of bullying Darien Anderson, and there are multiple witnesses of such behaviors.” Keegan said it with his hands crossed over his chest, his voice calm and almost nonchalant.

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If you haven’t read the first three parts, please do so now, as this installment will make little sense if you haven’t. This is the end of Soma’s Journey, but only the beginning of the Pleasure Giver Chronicles.

—–

Mr. King sat down on the sofa and pulled me down next to him. “Take off your shoes and prop your legs up here,” he said.

I sat next to him, slipped my feet out of the flip-flops and tucked my legs to the side, toes pointed. I was emotionally exhausted and let my head fall on his shoulders, not caring how I looked. My kimono was open and my cock was exposed. It felt lifeless.



”I know this is not what you were expecting,” Mr. King said softly in my ear, “but it’s what you need. You need to understand what submission is really about. It’s easy to fantasize about pleasuring strangers, but you get to choose the strangers in your fantasies. Here in the real world, you have to take what’s given you. As you grow in your submission, you’ll learn to truly enjoy whoever is using you. On that day, the blindfold will no longer be necessary.”



Cold comfort, indeed. And yet, what choice did I have? I could walk out of here, wearing only a kimono and flip-flops, with no money and no identification…that would certainly end well. All I could do was hope for four more invasions of my ass, so I could get out of here, get back to the hotel and…what? My reverie was interrupted by Mr. King’s voice.



“Back to work. I believe these gentlemen would like to make use of your services.”



Gentlemen? Two of them? He stood up.

“You sit here for a moment,” he said, collecting my kimono, “while I have a word with them.”

I heard him move away and talk quietly for a moment.

Two men, both heavyset from what I could feel, took my arms and led me to the sofa bed. One of them stroked my cock, while the other rubbed my ass. They set me down there and, instinctively, I assumed what I now understood to be the seduction position.



Customer service time, I thought, with the beginnings of a touch of bitterness.

“How may I pleasure you, Sirs? With my mouth or my ass?”



”With both,” said the one on my left. “We spoke with your manager and he said we could tag team you. Do you mind?” As he spoke, I heard the man to my right unzipping his pants.



My manager? Of course: I was being pimped out, wasn’t I? Or, even worse, I was just another employee making his boss happy. At least this man was kind enough to ask me.



“Of course, Sir. It will be my pleasure to serve you both.”



He brushed his cock across my lips and I opened my mouth to take him in. He was thick and flaccid. I was able to take him fully in my mouth, as he was just starting to grow. I felt pubic hair tickling my nose and smelled soap. At least, he had taken the time to bathe before coming here. I took his balls in my hand, noticing the hair on his scrotum was relatively soft. I held them in the palm of my hand, my thumb gently rubbing each ball, while my other hand went to his ass and pulled him closer to me. His ass was hairy as well, a bit on the chubby side, with a well-hidden crack. I spread his cheeks and started rubbing along his crack, his cock growing in my mouth as I explored it with my tongue. His belt buckle bumped my knee as he moved slowly in and out of me.



I felt someone sit down beside me and start to play with my nipples. He ran his fingernail gently over them, then parted my chest hair and started licking the one nearest him. I gave a moan of pleasure and started sucking the cock in my mouth more intensely. I felt my cock starting to stiffen again. His tongue was replaced by his teeth, and he started nibbling my nipple, gradually increasing the intensity as my cock responded. I hissed with pleasure/pain when I felt his hand on my cock, rubbing the head and moving down to grab hold of the shaft. I groped for his lap and felt the condom on his already erect cock. It was longer than the first, about 7 inches as best I could determine, and about as thin as mine.



That, apparently, was their cue to use me fully. The man in my mouth withdrew and, grabbing hold of my ankles, pivoted me on the sofa bed until my tush was on the edge of the bed, my legs held above the floor by the man. The other man took my ankles from him and put them on his shoulders, then moved toward me. The thick cocked man stood by my head and began feeding me his cock. I felt a trickle of precum and sucked it down greedily.

The other man tapped the plug in me. I groaned as he pulled it half way out, held it there a moment, with the thickest part stretching me painfully, before pushing it back in. The man in my mouth pushed his cock in and held it there, while I hummed around it with growing intensity as the other man continued to piston the plug in sincan escort and out. I could feel my own cock twitching with each thrust.



Finally, he yanked it out, immediately replacing it with his own cock. He pushed it to the edge of my inner sphincter and held it there. My cry was muffled by the human cock gag. He took my nipples and started squeezing them, slowly increasing the pressure. In spite of that, I tried to relax my ass, to accommodate the intruder, at the same time pressing my tongue against the cock that imprisoned it. All three of us were frozen in place, a tableau of pleasure…



…until I felt my mouth emptied. At that moment, the cock inside me began penetrating the inner gateway. As it moved slowly, but inexorably, the other man started pulling my nipples away from my body, slowly, but inexorably. I cried out, but whether in pain or with pleasure I didn’t know; nor did I care. I could feel the sweat start as he continued his slow, relentless push into me. My cock was twitching and, incredibly, I could feel it moving toward an orgasm.



“I’m going to cum,” I whispered.



“No, you’re not,” Mr. King said, and placed a cold can on my cock and balls and held it there.

The sudden cold made me jerk my ass down, trying to pull away from it. I felt the cock start to slip out. With a growl, the man in my ass lifted up my tush and pushed in the rest of the way. As his balls bumped my buttocks, the other man yanked my nipples up and twisted his fingers as he flicked them off me. Tears came to my eyes with the sharp pain and I opened my mouth with the beginnings of a yell of pain, a yell that was cut off by the return of his cock. Mr. King stepped away and the man grabbed my head and started to drive my mouth up and down his cock. I heard shouts of encouragement and realized we had an audience.



“I’m going to drill you now,” I heard behind me, as the man withdrew his cock until only the head was inside me.

I felt a cold drizzle run down my ass crack, more lube being poured…and then, with a grunt, he filled me to the hilt and start driving his piston in and out of me, starting slowly picking up speed as his breathing quickened. The man filling my mouth started a corresponding motion, leaving a trail of precum on my tongue as he slid in and out of my mouth. The friction of the cock in my ass rubbing my prostate became my focus. I heard some incoherent mumblings; it took a few seconds to recognize my own voice babbling with pleasure as my ass embraced its owner.

My legs stiffened as he drove into me faster and faster, his hands on my legs pulling me closer. I wrapped my arms around the man in my mouth, opening the crease in his ass and running my fingers along it as I pulled him to me, wanting to take all of his thick cock into my mouth and taste his cum. He leaned into me, his musk filling my nose. My breathing was growing ragged; I was starting to get lightheaded as I moved toward subspace.



With a muted shout, the man behind me slammed himself into me and froze. I could feel his cock pulsing in my ass and his hands squeezing my legs. He leaned into me as he continued to cum. I ran my tongue over the other cock, hoping to hasten his climax so I could taste his cum. But, as if on cue, he pulled out of my mouth. I gasped for air and with pleasure and clenched my buttocks, giving the cock within every bit of pleasure that I could. He leaned into me, pushing my legs forward until I could almost suck my own cock. He was panting and resting his head on my legs. After a brief respite, he pulled his cock out of my ass, leaving me wanting more. He lowered my legs and stepped away for a moment.



I rested, but only for a moment. I felt the man who had been in my mouth behind me, pulling my legs around his waist. At the same time, a slick cock presented itself to my mouth. I opened and tasted latex as a long, thin cock, wet with cum made its way in. Knowing the thickness of the man about to take my ass, I pulled my lips over my teeth to avoid any damage to the cock I was cleaning.



He must have thought my ass was stretched sufficiently, for he pushed into me without warning and without preparation. It wasn’t, as my cry of pain indicated. I pulled my mouth away so I could speak.

“More lube…I need more lube,” I gasped, feeling an intense pain and hoping he hadn’t torn my skin.

He pulled out of me quickly, eliciting another gasp of pain. Seconds later, a cold glob of lube hit my anus, soothing the heat. Two fingers pushed more lube in me, rubbing gently, even as I heard laughter and taunts from the onlookers.



”Poor baby, can’t handle a real man’s cock.”



“Stretch that sissy’s cunt!”



”Give it to him…show him what a real man does.”



“Are you sıhhiye escort all right?” the man asked me.



“Yes, Sir,” I replied, “Please take my ass, but more slowly.”



He placed his cock at my hole and pushed it in, gently. After an initial grunt, I relaxed and pushed, as the extra lube provided the margin needed for him to enter me. I sighed as I felt myself being filled by him.



”Thank you, Sir…now, would the other gentleman let me finish cleaning his cock?”

“Get back to it, cocksucker and make sure you get every drop.”



He pulled my head to him. I opened my mouth and accepted his cock, licking it, slowly at first, but more and more hungrily as my ass was filled deeper and deeper, until my cock started leaking precum, responding to the onslaught on my prostate. The pain was turning into something else…I was moving, not into subspace, but into something more intense, a kind of passion space. I wrapped my legs around the man’s waist and drew him closer to me, wanting him to join with me at the ass. At the same time, I threw my arms around the other man’s waist, pulling and scratching his buttocks and whining my need on his cock, trying to bring it back to life in my mouth. My surroundings receded as the man behind me began to ravish my ass in earnest.



Then, he stiffened and pushed deeply into me, falling on my body as he pulsed into the condom. I was headed toward ecstasy, my own cock starting to pulse and getting ready to cum. This would be an orgasm for the ages…



…which never came, as he pulled out of me roughly and said to his friend, “Come on, get your cock back in your pants. I need to get cleaned up.”

With that, he dropped his condom on my chest and shoved his cock deep in my mouth, causing me to gag.

“Hurry up, cocksucker, we need to head home.”

I licked the thick globules of cum off his cock, realizing for the first time today how disgusting the taste of cum could be. The condom he had dropped on my chest was leaking its contents onto my belly, rapidly cooling on my skin. I forced myself to swallow the remnants in my mouth and pulled my head slowly away, making one last run with my tongue and resisting the urge to drag my teeth over the head.

“Thank you for letting me pleasure you,” I said softly and dully, not caring if they heard me or not.


I was in shock. I had been on the verge of something special, then….nothing but the sound of them pulling up their pants and walking away. At least someone, probably Mr. King, removed the used condom from my chest and wiped its contents off. Mercifully, he didn’t try to feed it to me. At that moment, I probably would have thrown up. At that moment, I saw myself for what I truly was: a pathetic old man without a shred of dignity or self-respect, a living flashlight and nothing more. But there was no time for self-pity…



”Get on your hands and knees and stick that ass in the air, slut.”

I turned over and complied, hoping he wouldn’t be too thick, as my ass was starting to throb with a dull pain. He smacked my ass hard, twice, and started to enter me. Four down, one to go and I could get out of this terrible place. Then, I felt the familiar in and out motions. He was thin and not too long, so I was able to handle him without feeling any pain, or much of anything. I grunted each time he bottomed out in me, more out of habit than anything else. He picked up speed, then suddenly pulled out.



“Open your mouth, bitch, and don’t swallow until I tell you” and I did so. He laid the tip of his cock on my tongue and oozed into my mouth. It was thin and bitter. I held my mouth open while he finished up, then, at his direction, swallowed, trying not to gag.



“Thank you, Sir, for letting me pleasure you,” I droned. He laughed and walked away.

Mr. King walked over and reinserted the plug. It slipped in easily this time. He handed me my kimono and I slipped it on mechanically. He led me to the sofa and I sat down with my legs tucked under me. He sat next to me and put an arm around my shoulder. For a moment, the only sound was the porn coming from the TV. I was glad Mr. King couldn’t see my eyes; I suspect I might have started crying.

I felt utterly humiliated. Coming in, I was the Pleasure Giver, the courtesan who provided sensual enlightenment to those who chose me. Boy, was I wrong: I was simply the service provider, a convenient outlet for men looking for a lunchtime or after work quickie, no different than the cheap whores who hung out on the street corners. No, that wasn’t true: at least, they got paid for their services. I was the school slut, the one who would put out for anyone, but who didn’t get any pleasure from it. Was that the life toward which I was heading? I was glad my wife tandoğan escort was out of town this week…I was going to need a lot of alone time to think about this.



“It looks like the rush hour crowd is gone,” Mr. King said, standing up and pulling me up with him. “You still have one condom unused, so we can’t leave just yet. However, I want to have a chat with you. Come with me.”

He led me into a booth and closed the door. The room smelled of old cum. I was glad I was wearing flip-flops: there’s no telling what the floor was like. He took off my blindfold and sat in the only chair in the room. I stood looking at him, wiping my eyes to see him clearly. He was watching me with intense curiosity. Instinctively, I lowered my eyes to the floor, but was stopped by his command.



”No; for this conversation, I want you to stay focused on me. Keep your eyes on mine and answer all my questions truthfully. This is not the time for you to tell me what you think you want me to hear, nor is it the time to answer as you would in your fantasies. I need to hear your true feelings. Is that clear?”



“Yes, Sir,” I said, refocusing on his eyes, trying to avoid the distraction of the throbbing of my ass.

He handed me a bottle of water. I drank deeply from it, eager to remove the slime from my tongue and the taste of stale cum from my mouth.



“How are you enjoying yourself?”



“I’m not, Sir. I’m having a miserable time.”



”And why is that?”



“With respect, Sir, this isn’t what I signed up for. There’s no passion, no care. Those men treated me like a sex toy. After what I did for them, I didn’t expect to be treated like dirt. I’m sorry, Sir, but you wanted me to be truthful.”



”What did you sign up for, Pleasure Giver?”



”To provide pleasure for the men you send me, but…”



“You’re wrong. That is not what you signed up for.”



”What do you mean, Sir?”



“You signed up to be the submissive that you know you are.

“You signed up to learn what it means to be a true submissive.

“You signed up to become the Pleasure Giver you claim to be.

“You signed up because you know deep down that you can’t achieve these on your own; you know that your own desires and inhibitions will prevent you from plumbing the depths of your submissive nature. You needed the threat of exposure to your wife to allow you to take the next step. Look inside yourself and tell me that’s not true…don’t look down…look at me.”



For several moments, I could say nothing. I stared into Mr. King’s eyes, captured by their intensity and the quiet power they displayed. He was seated wearing the khakis and dress shirt that marked him as a professional, a man in charge. And me? I was standing in front of him, wearing a woman’s kimono and girly flip-flops, with a plug in my ass. Why was I here? Deep down, I knew he was right. During all the events of the day, I hadn’t raised an objection to my treatment. I had done everything he had told me to do. I hadn’t even considered not doing it. My acceptance had seemed natural to me…it was the logical conclusion to my explorations. And yet…



“What you say is true, Sir. But some of those men were gross, and I didn’t feel any pleasure most of the time.”



“I’m sorry; I forgot your name was Pleasure Receiver.”



“Touche, Sir. But is this what I have to look forward to? Don’t I get any pleasure?”



”Giving pleasure to the men we direct to you, regardless of their appeal to you? Yes.

“Following our instructions, no matter how distasteful they seem to you? Yes.

“Being stretched to do more than you imagine you can do? Yes.

“Learning to give up your limits as we guide you? Yes.

“Learning that giving pleasure is your path to receiving pleasure? Yes.

“Discovering who you really are? Yes.



“You are embarking on a wondrous, frightening journey. You are going to peer into the abyss and step into it. However, we shall be there with you.

“You will suffer, but not be damaged.

“You will be hurt, but not harmed.

“You will be used, but not ruined.

“You will learn that your satisfaction comes in giving pleasure to others. And you will learn just how intense pleasure can be when it’s given to you by those you have satisfied by your service.”



During Mr. King’s speech, my body responded in two entirely unexpected ways. As I listened to what he was saying, my cock started to become engorged at the prospects. As I absorbed what his words meant, as I considered the path to which I was now irrevocably committed, I felt my eyes water. I never cry, but the tears came unbidden as I understood that I had finally found what I had been seeking all my life. I was where I needed to be…almost.



”I still have a condom in my pocket, Sir, and I need to use it before we can leave.”

I lowered myself to my knees in front of him, placed the condom in his lap, spread my legs, ignoring the cold stickiness of the floor, placed my hands palm up on my knees and bowed my head.



“How may I pleasure you, Sir?”

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Disclaimer: This story contains themes of homewrecking, cheating, public sex and more. Nothing is meant to cause offence or insult and this is just a fantasy with no basis in reality or connection to real people. Should you be concerned that this theme or content may not be to your liking please don’t read on. Sections are labelled with the name above to be from the perspective of that person. Sorry for spelling and grammatical errors.

Gabby:

Gabby was a girl who knew how to get what she wanted. She had always been the girl in her group who knew how to play guys. They were so easy to manipulate for her. Any guy she wanted she could make hers. However as this almost super power like ability was repeatedly used the novelty began to wear off and Gabby found herself fantasising about seducing married men. The local Essex boys didn’t do it for her anymore and she needed something more.

As the idea of homewrecking festered in her mind, Gabby could only really get turned on by taking the fantasy that little bit further each time. She would imagine a married man kissing her, then going down on him, then fucking him, then finally him giving her his seed. The ultimate betrayal!

If you saw Gabby you’d understand this superpower and why guys were infatuated by her. She was 5″5/5″6 with greasy tanned blonde hair. A cute button nose sat above thick plump lips and the greatest set of blue “fuck me” eyes you’ve ever seen. Her body was the real seduction though. A tight bum that you could bounce pennies off and a chest of 34 DD’s left little to the imagination in most outfits.

Gabby and her friends were heading out to Ibiza for the summer. A full two weeks of partying with her hot 20 something year old friends and letting her hair down. Little did she know that her fantasy was about to come true.

Matt:

Having grown up in the city and worked himself to a very early retirement, Matt had more than earned this holiday to Ibiza. He was in his early 40s and made a lot of money setting up a successful Hedge Fund. He’d agreed with his business partner that they would move on and given the money at his disposal Matt was ready to enjoy his life.

Matt missed out on the partying years as a result of working too hard and always trying to build a successful career. Sometimes he did wish he’d lived a bit of the lifestyle he saw on Instagram where guys would be out meeting all these slutty dressed girls in their 20s but he was proud of the life he’d built.

He knew Ibiza was an island split into two types of holiday goers. Those for the chilled retreat vibes and those for the party life. He was there for the former. Hailey and Matt had been together since they finished school. They met the summer before University and even though Matt was always busy with work they’d managed to get married and have two kids.

Matt had also kept fit and had a good body standing at 6″2 with a wide muscular frame. Whilst he planned on doing some fitness at the nearby retreats he knew this trip was mostly for him and his wife to reconnect after his years of putting work first. Little did he know he was about to connect with a certain Essex homewrecker in a chance meet that would change his life forever.

Gabby:

The girls wasted little time getting ready for the first night out. They’d only just arrived at their hotel but they had already knocked back a few on the journey and the night was young. The travel clothes were discarded across the floors and beds of the rooms and the not so subtle dresses were slipped on. Gabby had gone with a vibrant pink two piece outfit. The tight pink booty shorts matched with the half cut pink tank top leaving practically nothing to the imagination. Putting her hair in a bun, Gabby put some UV paint across her face, arms and legs, donned her shades and out they went to the club one of the girls had selected for the evening.

The looks were endless! Guys all the way along the route to the club were ogling the girls but in particular Gabby. As she walked, her heals clicking with each strut, Gabby could feel the eyes on her and in particular the eyes on her bouncing chest heaving up and down as she moved. A few Wolf whistles later and the girls arrived, Gabby leading from the front and the bouncers letting them straight in.

The night kicked into gear and the girls were soon jumping about the dance floor with guys grinding up against them. Gabby was thirsty for a good fuck and whilst the guy dancing with Turangüneş Escort her wasn’t the married fantasy she craved she had already asked if he had a girlfriend to which he’d nodded ashamedly. This hadn’t stopped him rubbing his hard cock up against her the whole night.

Gabby was over the night out now and was ready to finish it off with a shag so signalled to her friends she was leaving and dragged her dancing partner with her. As they got in a cab back to his they began to kiss and grope each other aggressively in the back seats. She could feel how hard he was and as she felt the outline of his cock he slid his fingers under her shorts and inside her. Gabby knew the cab driver was aware of what was going on but she didn’t care. In fact it helped Gabby get off a little bit more.

The guy murmured about feeling bad for his girlfriend a couple times but this didn’t trouble Gabby. Rustling up the cash for the cab driver they raced into the flat the guy was staying in and went at it like animals. The guy certainly had no care for his girlfriend as Gabby twice reminded him to wear a condom before fucking her. Her creampie fantasy was an option here but she only wanted to be impregnated by a married man, not some guy with a girlfriend.

The night became a bit more of a blur but from what Gabby could remember he was an okay fuck. He’d taken her out on the balcony and bent her over. She’d taken his phone out to record his big finish on her tits and remembered blowing a cum covered kiss to the camera on his phone before sending the video to his girlfriend…a nice little holiday present from her boyfriend whilst he fell straight asleep without any idea.

Gabby loved knowing when taken guys tried to resist her but couldn’t. She felt powerful over their partner knowing she would get chosen every time no matter how happy a relationship they were in.

Morning came and Gabby awoke to snoring and the smell of alcohol and sex. She stubbled around the room to find her clothes and then snuck out as quickly as she could before his guy found out she’d ruined his relationship. Walking outside Gabby was suddenly hit by bright sunshine. She could barely see but knew she looked an absolute state in last nights now sex smelling and cum covered clothes.

As her eyes adjusted she could make out beautiful scenery and the lovely chirping of birds. There was no music or early ravers, no booming music from the Ibiza club scene. She was in the fancy retreat side of the island. She briefly wondered why her one night stand was in such a nice place but didn’t ponder long before tip toeing down the front steps of the building and out on the street.

Checking her phone and walking for 10 or so minutes Gabby tried to get her bearings before coming across a local supermarket. Desperately in need of water she wondered over to a man packing some bags into a car.

Matt:

The Villa was incredible and Matt couldn’t be happier with their first proper holiday in ages. The family had unpacked and set up for the next two weeks. Now he was leaving the local supermarket having got some bits for a nice family dinner together that night.

Matt was a good husband and avoided ogling other women but what happened next in the car park was beyond anyone’s will power or control.

Loading the heavy bags with tonight’s meal, some wine, crisps and salad into the back of the rental car Matt heard a slight Essex accent approaching. “Heya!” “Hey! Excuse me babe?”. As he turned to look where the noise was coming from what approached him took him aback. This girl was spilling out of a vibrant pink top, her hair in a messy bun with what looked like last nights make up still on. Her body was incredible and she looked like she hadn’t stopped partying all night.

“Hi there cutie. Any chance I could have one of those waters I’m so thirsty”. Without thinking and just staring at the sight in front of him, Matt grabbed a bottle and passed it to her. In quite a suggestive manner Gabby slid her lips over the bottle head not losing eye content with Matt and then began to gulp the contents. Watching in amazement Matt tracked a few drops that came off her bottom lip and ran down her deep cleavage. Coming to his senses and realising he was staring, he carried on loading the bags and began small talk noticing weirdly that she was looking at his hands a lot.

Gabby:

She watched as this man’s eyes ran over her Türbanlı Escort body in pure lust. She could tell that he was in his late 30s or early 40s and that the idea of a 22 year old slut was the sort of thing he thought about in his bathroom at home. As he chatted to her she checked out his fingers to see if there was a ring…and there it was! A gold band sitting on a quite large masculine hand gleaming in the hot Ibiza sun. Her heart jumped and her pussy fluttered. This was the guy she’d fantasised about and this was her chance. He was tall, dark hair, handsome and most importantly taken. He belonged to someone else and to Gabby that made him a target.

“Big night?” he asked loading the final bag into the car and shutting the boot. “Like you wouldn’t believe. That will teach me not to fuck every random guy I see on a night out”. She could tell he was hiding his shock at such a comment and was now actively trying not to stare at her. Gabby liked that it was clear she was a slut and that it was as clear as could be that if he wanted to fuck her she would gladly let him.

“So how can I help other than with water?” Matt questioned trying to get himself out of this situation and also trying to maintain eye contact while talking to the blonde beauty in front of him. She may have looked a bit of a mess but there was no doubting her sex appeal.

“Well, any chance you can point me in the right direction…I think you know this isn’t the part of the island I’m supposed to be in”. Gabby pulled her top up a bit as if rearranging her clothes but actually so that her boobs jiggled a little, enough to get Matt’s attention as his eyes flicked down and then back up before awkwardly looking around himself to pretend like nothing had happened.

“Maybe you could give me a lift to the nearest bus stop or something?” The question lingered in the air with a hint of mystery. Matt knew this wasn’t a good idea and that if anyone was looking it would seem like he was picking up a hooker given the way she was dressed but he also didn’t want to leave the girl stranded. “Look I’m just an honest girl who’s had a bit too much fun last night. Think you can help me out?”

It can’t be far to the nearest bus stop he thought so I’ll just drop her on the way back. “Yeah no worries hop in but I can’t take you far. I have to get back to my wife” Matt confirmed hoping that the mention of his wife made his situation clear. Gabby jumped up and down then lunged in to hug him. Her tits pressed against him making his cock twitch and he pulled away awkwardly.

They both got in the car and headed off as Gabby began to ask about Matt’s life. She asked a lot of questions about his wife, how long they had been together, were they soulmates, was she the love of his life. All the answers made Gabby wet, she was even dripping a little onto his passenger seat knowing how much this married man loved his wife and how good it was going to feel when he gave her his seed.

After 10 minutes or so of driving, Gabby spotted an empty enclave and told Matt that it was the bus stop. He looked confused as it seemed like the parking area beneath some rough looking flats but she was adamant so he drove in and parked up.

“This really doesn’t look right” Matt explained whilst he was looking out the window. “It seems like it’s just flats. There’s no…” As Matt turned around to question Gabby’s decision to stop here, she was facing him in the passenger seat and had pulled down her vibrant pink top completely exposing her perfect tits.

Matt loved his wife but her tits were nothing like these and with age they didn’t look like they used to. Gabby’s on the other hand sat perfectly as 34DDs do on a 23yr old and she was just staring at him biting her lip. “what are you doing!!!” Matt exclaimed unable to take his eyes off of her. “Look! You’ve been ogling me since I walked up to you. You know I’m a slut and you let me in your car. You know I’m a slut and you’ve parked up in a secluded spot with me. You’ve basically picked up a hooker except i’m free…for married guys”

Gabby pushed her boobs together and let some spit drip from her mouth onto them watching as Matt was transfixed on her chest. “Look! I…errr…I don’t even know your name” Matt blurted out. Gabby laughed “is that the only reason you can’t fuck me? You don’t know my name”.

By now she had picked up Matt’s hand and was rubbing the wedding band on his finger. Ukraynalı Escort “No…no…I’m married…” Gabby leaned into him, smirking and sarcastically nodding as Matt kept saying the same thing over and over. She was now leaning over from the passenger side, her tits pushed up into Matt’s chest. He could feel her breath on his neck.

Taking his wedding ring finger Gabby gave it one long lick before sucking it hard. Her lips engulfed the finger and the ring as her technique only led to the obvious assumption that Gabby was an expert at sucking cock. This lasted for a few slurps before she removed his finger from her mouth and moved down to his shorts unzipping them.

“Oh by the way I’m Gabby…thought you may want to know the name of the girl about to swallow your cum!” “WAIT NO!” Matt gasped out as if coming out of a trance. “Look Gabby you are really hot but I have a…” Gabby’s hand swirled around his cock as she pulled it from his shorts. “Have a what?” She purred looking into his eyes with faked inquisitiveness. She looked dead into his eyes as she began to stroke up and down fast not wasting any time where he could stop her. “Have what?” She purred again pearly knowing the answer. “I errr…I…I have….” Cutting him off she leant into his ear and whispered with a soft gasp between each word “you…have…a wife…don’t you”

All Matt could do was nod. This blonde seductress now had her huge boobs in his face and was jerking him off fast to their point where the pleasure was so good he couldn’t think.

“Fuck…I…fuck…Gabby…wait…I” was all Matt could muster.

Gabby was in complete control of Matt, jerking him off in a car hidden away in a little enclave whilst his unsuspecting wife was looking after his family at their villa. This was Gabby’s fantasy come to life. However the reality of a married guy coming up against a blonde haired big boobed slut like her was that he wouldn’t last long. She could feel his thick cock tensing as she watched Matt react like he was in another world of pleasure.

His cock was a good 9 inches and Gabby knew that she’d landed the jackpot finding a married guy with a huge dick. His balls were tensing and she knew he was close. She leant into his ear again and whispered seductively “next time you can fuck me…but for now just keep telling me how much you love your wife”

Matt could feel himself about to explode. “I love my wife…I love my wife…I LOVE MY WIFE!” The first jet of cum shot out and hit the windscreen. Gabby gasped and stopped jerking his cock as another jet shot out and hit the dashboard. Gabby laughed hard in a bit of shock and her tits jiggled. “Haha…oh you really do love her don’t you?…you love her SO much” she cackled sarcastically in a tone he was rapidly getting used to.

Rope after rope flew out across the car as Gabby carried on stroking slowly, slightly scared of how much cum this guy was producing. “Wow! Married guy was really backed up eh?!”

Matt:

He could feel her hand still on his cock, cum still dribbling from the tip with each soft stroke. “Fuck…fuck…” was all he could say. She was giggling, her goddess like body shining with either his juices or sweat he couldn’t tell in the haze of the situation.

Taking her hand now covered in his cum and pulling it to her chest she wiped the cum into her cleavage all whilst holding his gaze. She continued to hold his gaze as she ran a finger from his base to his tip scooping up some cum which she then brought to her mouth. “So, would your wife love that I just made you cum like that?” She stuck out her tongue and as slowly as she could licked the cum from her finger before swallowing harder than necessary. This still made Matt’s cock twitch.

“No no this was…so bad…this was a mistake”. His words fell on deaf ears as Gabby was now pulling her top back on completely ignoring his desperate pleas. He also notices that the stains from his cum were already visible on her clothes now. “Look Gabby, this was…I…I don’t even know what or how this happened.” He could barely get out a sentence. What had this girl done to him. Gabby took his phone and typed in her number before getting out the car. Leaning back through the window showing off her ample cleavage she left Matt with a clear request “Drop me a message tomorrow and I can come meet you for some more errr water. Thanks for the lift” and with that she was off.

Matt was still in a trance. What had just happened? How had he cheated on his wife? How had this girl so quickly taken control and how had he given in? Matt rushed to clean up the car. His cum had gone everywhere, this girl really didn’t care about leaving evidence and there was plenty.

Matt headed home and on the drive prayed that he would never meet Gabby again.

To be continued…

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Ashley Hutchens smiled to herself as she felt her phone vibrate. She did not need to know who that was. It had been a few months since Ashley had made her “Good Deal” with ‘JR’ Roberts. Deep down, she had to admit that it was a ‘fun’ day that day, and as time went on, she found herself making similar ‘deals’ with him. Today, she was wearing a gorgeous new pair of shoes that cost the same as her rent, and a leather pencil skirt with some designer name on it, and she was on her way over to ‘quickly say thanks’ for the clothes during the office lunch break.

With a broad, toothy smile she tossed her shoulder-length raven black hair over her shoulder and gave a light ‘tap’ on the old ‘side’ door, and then entered Johnathan Roberts office. “Hey Daddy…” she cooed.

Johnathan Roberts knew he was being used, but he had to admit, he was enjoying it, and it wasn’t like it was his first time at this. Ashley Hutchens was like a drug, and the “Good Deal” they had originally struck had been continuing, and growing for a while now. So far, no one was really the wiser, though eventually that would change. Not that he cared, really. Their life wasn’t some damn Julia Roberts movie, this was just the two of them enjoying themselves, and by his “Sugar-Baby’s (??)” reaction, Johnathan would say she was enjoting it as well. Whenhe saw her enter with that smile, he thought that it was a shame we only had a short time this afternoon.

“Well hello, little girl.” He replied, with that wolf-grin. “Come to thank the old man?” Damn she looked hot in that leather skirt, even if it was knee length. He enjoyed having her show those shoes off. Ashley Hutchens was a diamond in the rough, and was really starting to shine as of late.

Ashley’s smile broadened and she said “I’m sorry we don’t have much time today, & I don’t have things for my face with me,” she said as she sat on the couch beside her “Daddy” and unzipped his pants, “So while there are a few things we can’t do,” she said, as she hefted his fat member out his boxers, “I’ve been thinking of a special way to say ‘thanks’ in the time we do Ulus Escort have.” Ashley looked at him and smiled, as she held Johnathan’s stiffening cock in her hands, running her thumb over the glistening tip. And just as that first day, she slipped very smoothly out of that skirt, to reveal that she was not wearing panties.

Were there an Olympic record for dropping one’s pants to their knees while a woman half their age as she played with their cock, he sure he would have won it. Although Johnathan longed to have his dick in the back of her throat, she was right, time was not on our side, so he didn’t complain a bit as she took lube from her bag, and placed a dab on his dick with a big smile, then a bit more on herself. Ashley stood, turned and, lowering herself onto his totally erect, waiting cock, she grunted, shifted a bit, and then grunted again as she lowered herself, going balls deep and beginning an erotically slow ride, reverse cowgirl on the small leather couch.

‘He may be older,’ Ashley thought, ‘but damn that dick is a good one.’ She told herself. Ashley had to grunt as the mushroom head opened her up, then it’s girth stretched open her pussy walls. It made her shudder slightly and Ashley loved how it felt, moving back and forth on it. As she continued to rock, she could feel him pushing into her as well, and down low said “Yes-s-sss daddy, fuck your girl..”

Ashley was straddling Johnathan, hand on each knee, as he pushed in to her. He had one hand on her hip, the other pinching her nipple thru her blouse. “Damn my little girl’s pussy feels good.” he said, enjoying the tight wetness her cunt offered. Shifting both hand to under her hips, he slowed her to a stop and, holding her firmly, began to thrust in to her fast, making her ass ripple as he pounded in to her. Ashley panted & whimpered loudly in response, especially when Johnathan stopped suddenly, hesitated for a moment, then pulled her forcefully into his lap, impaling her on his stiff cock.

Ashley yelped at being pumped so forcefully, but having herself slammed down hard on it’s thickness Üniversiteli Escort made her call out. She looked back at Johnathan and smiled, trying to cover her mouth without mussing her makeup, and grinned. “Daddy, please slow down, Ahh…you feel SO good…” she cooed twice. Ashley wanted to see what it looked like from his angle, and said “D-Daddy? Will you film yourself fucking me like th-this-s-ss?” As she felt him fumbling with his phone, Ashley tucked her chin, and began a slow, rhythmic ‘ride’ of the large piece of meat impaling her, really enjoying the feeling.

Johnathan still wasn’t sure how he felt about her calling him ‘Daddy’ as it was new, but he so enjoyed the fucking that he went with it. Fumbling with the phone, she never let up, and pretty soon he said “here we go baby…” and hit the red ‘video’. Ashley had shifted leaned forward, and she was now sliding back a bit as she rode her benefactor/daddy. It was a glorious feeling, and her apple ass, with it’s bit of tan line looked fantastic to him, especially with his cock sliding under and into it. “Oh baby show me..” he urged as he zoomed in on his meat pole inside her, and with that, Ashley began to pu-u-sh back, and the phone caught every moment of his fat dick stretching that pussy while she fucked him this way.

It must have been the moment, but either way, Ashley could feel an orgasm building. Instinctively, she said “Oh Daddy! I feel it!” and reaching back as she shifted slightly, she grabbed her butt cheeks and pulled them apart, picking up the pace. She knew their time was short, but the thought of shamelessly fucking him on his ornate leather couch in this very formal office was a bit too much. Squeezing his cock with her Kegels she tried to be quiet as she sad “Ohh-Dahhhh-d-d-dy-y-yyyy…..and with a quiet grunt, she shuddered both from her own orgasm, and the feeling of him spurting his goo and filling her womb.

Ashley’s timing was, if anything, impeccable. Johnathan tried to hold the phone still as she shifted, moaned, picking up the pace. But the kegel muscles were Yenimahalle Escort what did it and, with a painfully restrained grunt, he emptied myself inside her. The phone captured all this, along with some of his goo leaking out as he finally pulled out of her, then with a satisfied sigh he shut it off.

Ashley was proud of how she had planned for this. From her new clutch ‘Daddy’ had bought her she pulled a new pair of panties and handing them to him, they chuckled as he ‘helped’ her put them on. He wiped some his goo that was leaking onto his fingers, and she happily licked them clean, then they both got dressed. With time to spare, Ashley checked herself in the mirror and then, looking at the video Johnathan had sent her, she smiled and told him, “I have to get back to my desk, but I sure would like some more of this.”

He smiled, as it was the perfect segway. “A colleague of mine has a client that is a makeup artist over at Ulta. I told him I would have a friend come by. I remember you said something about not being satisfied with what you were finding at the store. Meet with Jordynn, go ahead and get what you need over there. She already knows I will take care of it.”

“Well it looks like I have a bit more to say thanks for,” Ashley replied, then “I truly am enjoying this, you know. I like the way my new ‘Daddy’ takes care of me.”

“Well it’s easy for someone so attractive as yourself.” Johnathan said, then added “I know this baby-girl has kids, I’d be willing to pay a sitter well for the opportunity to take you to my beach house for a day or so. Think about it baby-girl. After all, you did say you wanted some more of ‘this'” and I touched my pants.

“Baby-girl will make a few calls, see what she can work out,” Ashley replied. “Text you in a little while.”

Lightly kissing her fingers, she touched my lips, then she was out the side door. A great way to spend lunch, Johnathan thought. Towards the end of his day he was in the conference room with two of his assistants and a client, when the phone buzzed. Excusing himself, he stepped aside and looked at the text. “Go for launch this weekend, daddy, here’s my clothing sizes and measurements. Why not surprise me?” Interestingly, there was also a picture of strappy leather-like item in the drawer of her desk, along with a paddle. This “Good deal” was getting better and better.

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Readers,

I received several very positive comments on part 1 and many request to continue, so I decided to write part 2.

Hope you like it as much as you did part 1.

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Neighborhood Adult Store Part 2

Joe E Hartley

June 2022

Tom began to visit the adult store more often. He wasn’t consciously looked for Gail, but every time he entered the store, he glanced at all the patrons. He only rarely saw another woman, and when he did, she was with a man.

It had only been a few days since he’d met Gail, but she did give him the impression she was here a lot. He had just decided to check out the book section and maybe grab a new one when he saw her enter the store and head over to the lingerie section.

He watched as she examine one piece after another imagining her wearing fewer clothes. He was still planning on seeing her again tomorrow to check out more of her lingerie. He wondered if she was thinking of buying more.

He knew the rules inside an adult store about being quiet and not approaching other patrons, but did those rules apply to women as well. He decided to chance it and worked his way over to the lingerie section and the woman he wanted to suck his cock again.

Gail looked up surprised to see him, “Oh, hi,” she said then looked around to see if she was noticed speaking out loud. Men and women tended to whisper in places like this so to not draw attention to themselves.

“Hi,” Tom whispered back. “Are you looking for some new lingerie?” He asked.

“I am, just for you too, but the quality of these garments is so poor and they are so expensive, I’m not sure if I will. I can get more selection and much higher quality on-line, but you’ll have to wait a few days to see it,” she answered.

“Maybe we can pick out a few items together,” he offered.

That sounds like fun,” she agreed. “Do you see anything here you like? I can ask if they’ll let me try it on here. I think they would make me buy it first, but it won’t hurt to ask,”

Tom picked out and very revealing outfit that was mostly straps and held it up. “What about this?” he questioned.

“I’m not sure it will fit me, but let me ask if they will let me try it on,” she replied grabbing the outfit and turning toward the counter and clerk.

She returned a moment later looking rejected, “he said no. They don’t even have a changing room. I know a place where we can get some sexy outfit, nothing like this, but mostly sheer tops and dresses and I can try them on in the store. Wanna go?”

They put back the outfit and headed out the front door. Tom accepted Gail’s offer to drive since she knew where they were going and soon, they were parking in one of the malls many parking lots. Gail led him down a narrow walkway and into the main mall area. The store she chose was the first door on the left. It was a woman’s clothing store that specialized in underwear and night wear.

Gail led him deep into the store and picked out a couple of items from the racks asking his opinion of each of them. He commented that they looked fine. None of what she had in her hands were as revealing as what he’s seen in the adult store.

Gail led him back to the changing rooms and told him to have a seat while she tried each of these. After a few minutes she reappeared wearing a somewhat sheer baby doll lingerie. “Sorry,” she said, “But I have to keep my panties on when I try on these outfits. Here are the panties that come with this outfit,” she held out a pair of almost sheer and very small panties.

“What do you think of this?” She asked.

“I love it,” Tom commented. “Do you have another to model for me?”

Another couple came back into the changing room area. The woman told the man with her to have a seat as she went back to change. The man took a seat leaving an empty chair between him and Tom. Tom noticed that the man’s eyes were glued to the scantily clad Gail. The man appeared to be quite a bit younger than either Tom or Gail, but Gail had kept her body well-toned and looked Pursaklar Escort good. Few could accurately guess her age.

The new man suddenly noticed Tom, “Sorry to be staring at your wife, but you are one lucky man.”

“No problem, yes, I am, she does look good, doesn’t she?”

Gail turned and went back into the changing room only to reemerge a few minutes later wearing what appeared to be a short slip with lace neckline that threatened to expose her nipples.

The material was not sheer, but clung to her body as if it were a wet Tee-shirt. When she turned around Tom could see the bottom of the panties she wore and imagined her without them.

“I like this one too,” he announced.

“Great. I’ll get them both since together they are cheaper than that strap outfit we saw in the adult store,” she said returning to the changing room.

The man next to Tom agreed that the outfit looked ready good on her and shortly after Gail went back to change the man’s wife came out wearing a sheer teddy. She turned to Tom and said, “I just met your wife and she is delightful. I love the way that baby doll nightie looks on her. She is planning an interesting night for the two of you. Same as Jim and I. What do you think Jim? You want to rip this off of me here in the store or wait until we get home?”

Jim hesitated to answer and turned red. The woman seemed to enjoy making him uncomfortable as well as displaying herself to a stranger.

Tom answered for the man, “I’m sure your husband would not want to embarrass you here in the store, but I’m sure he is thinking about that right now. I agree that Gail is a delight and I’m looking forward to getting her home as I’m sure you husband is excited to get you home.”

On the way back to pick up Tom’s car, Gail asked, “What did you think of Sue?”

Tom answered, “Was that the woman in the store? She looked really hot in that teddy. Did you encourage her to flirt with me?”

“I did. She told me he was planning to flirt with you and I told her to go for it since I had just given her husband an eyeful.” Gail confessed.

“Is it common in that store to flaunt in front of other men?” Tom wanted to know.

“We were in the public changing area. There is a private one around the corner, but I think the public ones are more fun,” she clarified.

“I definitely had fun there,” Tom admitted.

Tom collected his car and followed Gail back to their neighborhood. He parked his car in his garage and walked over to Gail’s house, she was only four houses down from his, about half a block.

Tom knocked on the open door of Gail’s house.

“Come on in Tom. I’ll be out in a minute,” she responded from the bedroom.

Gail walked out of her bedroom wearing the body-hugging slip with the lace neckline. “Let me get us some wine then we can fire up the computer and look for some sexy lingerie.” She then moved into the kitchen making sure Tom noticed how short this slip actually was and the fact that she wore nothing under it. She returned with two glasses of wine. Handing one to Tom, she led him to the desk and her computer.

Tom pulled up a chair and watched over her shoulder as her fingers danced over the keyboard until a display of erotic women’s lingerie appeared on the screen.

“Look,” she said pointing to the display of a model wearing a series of straps similar to what they had seen at the adult store. “What do you think of this?”

“I like it. It is just like the one we saw before,” Tom responded.

Gail proceeded to select the correct size and order the erotic garment. She then turned towards Tom, “Are you familiar with edging?” she asked.

“It’s taking someone close to orgasm and then stopping so they can calm down and then doing it again. I understand that the final orgasm is much more intense,” he answered.

“Have you ever done it?”

“No, but it does sound interesting,” Tom admitted. The lump in his pants indicated that he actually thought it would be more than just Rus Escort interesting.

Gail noticed the protrusion between Tom’s legs and reached out to caress it. “If you like, we could do it now and as you calm down you can explore my lingerie. Why don’t you strip down and give that monster some breathing room?”

Tom immediately followed her instructions and was soon standing with his engorged cock sticking out in front of him. Gail remembered from last time not to rush things. She was not at the glory hole at the adult store trying to get a guy off as fast as possible. She wanted to savor her time with Tom and try to give him as much pleasure as he had given her the other day. That afternoon Gail had opened a porn site and watched several videos of women giving men blowjobs.

She held up Tom’s cock and licked the underside from balls to tip then tongued the tip. She remembered seeing in the videos that many women had done this for their man. She repeated the process a few times before she took the head of his cock into her mouth and suck it as she caressed his balls. She started to scratch his balls lightly and felt him stiffen. She didn’t know how far she could take him before he lost control, so she decided to stop at this point. She knew that next time she would take him just a little bit further.

Gail took a step back giving Tom a chance to catch his breath. She also did a slow turn for him and bent over. After a few seconds she straightened up and turned back around to again face him, this time with a huge smile. She started to sway to music only she could hear and slowly lifted the hem of her slip. Again, after giving him a show for several seconds, she dropped her hem and while still swaying to the unheard music turned back around. This time when she bent over, she spread her legs and made sure she could support herself on the chair if she needed to bend over further.

Shortly she felt his hands lifting the back of her slip and then caressing her cheeks. She bent over further when his tongue found her wet core. Tom licked her slowly probing deeply into her wetness and exploring all, including her growing bud. He sucked on her clitoris before shoving his tongue deeply into her.

Tom felt her tighten and shifted his focus back to her clitoris. He flicked the tip of his tongue across her hardened nub as rapidly as he could. She lost control and started to fall forward. He caught her and held her until she could stand on her own.

Tom had calmed down, but as he waited for Gail to recover from her orgasm, he thought about what she would do to him next. She was the one who brought up edging and it was time for her to take him back to the edge. His cock also knew this fact.

Gail recovered and stood up. She turned towards her bedroom, ” Just a second,” she said. She returned a moment later wearing the almost sheer baby doll nighty she had just bought complete with the panties she could not model in the store. They were little more than a ribbon wrapped around her hips.

She reached for Tom and led him back into the bedroom. She pushed him onto the bed face up and climbed onto the bed with him. She recognized that she had never given a blow job in this position before. She had always been on her knees and the man had been standing. She now had access to all of the naked man in front of her. She started to lick his chest and when she touched his nipples with her tongue was surprised that his appeared to be as sensitive as any woman’s. With that new knowledge she went to town treating his nipples as she would want hers stimulated.

She coupled this mouth and tongue action with her hand softly stroking his cock. Once she found him sufficiently stimulated, she shifted her mouth to that area between his legs. She found the angle different from what she was accustomed to, but she was more comfortable as she licked and sucked both his balls and his cock.

She started out slow as before just licking the underside and the tip, but soon took as much of Sincan Escort his cock into her mouth as she could, stroking it with her lips. She increased the tempo and when she felt him stiffen this time, instead of immediately stopping she gave him another couple of strokes, then just allowed him to rest still inside her mouth, just in case she had crossed that line where he would lose control.

Tom started to calm and Gail released his cock from her mouth. She got off the bed and collected their wine. Tom had recovered by the time she returned. She handed him his glass and asked, “Are you ready for more? It’s not too much for you, is it?”

Tom smiled at the barely clad woman, “I’m loving it. My turn to do you now.”

They exchanged positions on the bed and Tom started the same way she had started on him. He slipped his hands under her baby doll top and started to caress her breasts and nipples. Once her nipples resembled hardened pebbles, he started to suck on them. He lowered his hand to her tiny panties and pushed them down.

As she started to buck and squirm on the bed, Tom adjusted himself lower. He pulled her panties all the way down and off of her, then buried his face between her legs. Gail spread her legs wide and soon found her feet resting on Tom’s shoulders. Tom licked her with a passion and intensity similar to how she had just addressed his cock.

Her bucking increased and was soon accompanied by a scream. She collapsed in exhaustion. Tom, being pleased with himself, stepped back from the bed and grabbed her wine glass to refill it. She would need something to replace all the calories she had just burned.

He returned with a full glass of wine and handed it to her. Gail sat up, took the offered glass and replied, “Thanks, I think I need this to recover. That was fantastic. I’m not sure how much more I can take, but I do owe you more. I haven’t brought you to the level you’ve brought me yet. Hang on and I’ll change.”

She stood up and stripped off the baby doll top, she located the panties on the floor and stored them together. She then reached into her stash of lingerie and pulled out another set she’d gotten from the adult store and put it on. It was a shelf bra and garter belt combo. As she attached the bra, the strap broke, “Damn it,” she said. “This is the first time I wore this. I don’t think I should buy anymore lingerie from the adult store, now that I have someone who wants to play with me while I wear it.”

“Well, you are just going to have me naked now, until I can order more,” she announced with a smile.

Tom was up for the challenge and lay back down on the bed while a naked Gail positioned herself between his spread thighs. She knew she had already teased him enough and she was going to make him cum this time, but that did not mean she had to be fast in doing that.

She started out as she had the last two times, by licking his cock slowly and tonguing his tip. She added a caress of his balls and would take all of his cock into her mouth before licking him again from tip to balls then back to the very tip and slowly push his cock between her closed lips until it reached the back of her throat. She would then pump him several times while monitoring his level of excitement.

When she noticed that Tom’s excitement starting to build, she would just hold his cock in her mouth and wait just a few seconds, allowing him to think she was done, before she resumed her intense pumping of his cock with her mouth. Each time she did this he seemed to get closer and closer to the edge of any control he had over his orgasm. It was on her third cycle like this, that he flooded her mouth with his cum.

She relaxed her jaw to allow him to take control of his thrusts. She held him in her mouth until he finished, then backed away knowing that they were done for the day.

She waited until he seemed to recover enough to understand words again, then said, “Same time tomorrow?”

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