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**Warning** This fantasy story series contains or will contain elements of Male Chastity, Orgasm Denial, Female Domination, Cuckolding, Interracial Sex, Bi-sexual Innuendo and Tendencies, Teasing, and BDSM Activities. If any of these topics are offensive you to, I recommend not reading.

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It was a few days before she allowed me to use the rubber black cock on her again, saying she needed to recover from her first, real deep fucking. I did not take offense to her words because I knew they were true. The dildo I picked out could go deeper than I ever hoped to go. When the night came to break out the toy again, she decided to have a little fun with me.

“I think my new rubber lover needs a name, something to help reinforce to you that your place of fucking me in bed has been taken over by the cock you picked out,” Angie said playfully to me, “I think we should make it a black guy’s name since it fits the type of dildo you picked. I think Leroy will work. Hubby, go get Leroy so he can give me a good fucking tonight.”

God if I didn’t know any better I would have thought that she knew about my cuckold fantasies. Some of the things she said just seemed way over the top from her normal way of thinking, but then again it was probably paranoia. Nothing has really been the same since the day I started chastity and she surprised me with things all the time now. For all I knew, Mistress Sara could have told her allot of things while they talked that night and I know Angie had talked to her since. It would make sense that Sara would try to help Angie develop more dominate features.

I retrieved Leroy from the dresser drawer and returned to the bed where my wife was waiting for me with a blindfold.

“I want you to put this on and lie back on the bed. No matter what happens I do not want you to move your hands for any reason. Is that understood?” my wife said forcefully.

“I understand Mistress,” I replied submissively, “I will not move my hands.”

The world went black as I put on the black silk blindfold and lay back. I felt my wife moving around between my legs. Suddenly I heard the hasp of the padlock on my cage unsnap. Before I could think of what was happening, the dome of the cage was pulled off and replaced with the baggie of ice water. I flinched but true to my word, I did not move my hands. After about thirty seconds of freedom, the ice water was removed and I felt the cage being slipped back on but there was something ever so lightly poking into the top section of flesh near the base of my cock and suddenly, I heard the closing of the lock.

“Go ahead and remove the blindfold,” Angie told me. “What I did was install something called points of intrigue, a gift from Mistress Sara. It seems your cock is trying excessively hard to get an erection inside your cage while Leroy has his way with me. This should help with that. Do you know what points of intrigue do?”

“Yes baby, I do,” I replied. “As I try to get hard, the dull points will dig deeper and deeper in my sensitive flesh causing discomfort and pain to help battle my body’s attempt at a hard on.”

“Good,” my wife cheered, “Warm me up with your mouth and then Leroy can fuck me.”

That is exactly what I did. I ate her pussy until she was nice and moist and then let Leroy finish the job with a nice deep fucking, all the while with the points digging deeper into my cock. Three orgasms later and the wife totally satisfied I was once again blindfolded and the points removed before going to sleep. Thank god she remembered to take them out or I might have been in for a very rude awakening.

Over the next month our usual routine continued. Most days I would lick her pussy until she was satisfied and on rare occasions she would have me use Leroy on her when she needed a good solid fucking. Leroy was never slow and loving when I dipped him into her pussy. He always pounded her like a sex object, the only goal to make her cum and cum by deep and quick strokes. I continued to maintain my hygiene under my wife’s careful watching eyes and my free erections limited to zero.

As I crossed the one-month mark, I started to become concerned about the possibility of wet dreams, not because I did not want to have any but because it would be like cheating on my agreement to wait three months for an orgasm. I had previously experienced wet dreams in the past and knew they could be just as powerful as a natural orgasm but I didn’t want to take away from Angie’s enjoyment, plus I knew she would just restart the clock on my chastity period and I would constantly be fighting a losing battle, renewing my period of denial every time I came in my underwear at night and never again be able to get inside my wife, at least while we still played this game, and I wasn’t done playing yet.

Reading all the information on cuckolding back when chastity was a mere imaginative fantasy, I often came across stories and articles on how prostate milking could be used to drain semen from the chastised male without the pleasure of an orgasm gaziosmanpaşa escort and help stave off nocturnal emissions. Although I never actually tried to milk myself, I knew it was something I was going to need to meet my goal of three months in chastity. I didn’t know if Angie would find it repulsive or if she would even consider it but I felt we had grown enough in our comfortable relationship to express our need for something, no matter how strange it might be. Perhaps some nice dinner conversation I laughed to myself.

“Honey,” I said sitting down to dinner, “now that we are going for longer and longer periods of chastity, I am afraid I will not be able to complete the entire period of denial without experiencing wet dreams at night. The body will use wet dreams to expel old semen to allow new semen to be produced if the balls are not being drained on a regular basis. I am going to need your help if you want to keep them at bay and help me go the entire three months without orgasm.”

“I see,” my wife said putting down her fork and giving me her undivided attention, “I take it you have had one before. Have you had one since you have been locked in chastity?”

“No, I would have confessed to you if I did. It would have been like cheating on our game,” I replied seriously.

“What does it feel like when you have a wet dream?” my wife asked.

“It feels almost as good as a natural orgasm. The muscles spasm just like normal making it feel really good, good enough to wake you up from deep sleep to experience your penis spurting semen into your underwear,” I told her, not a hint of shame in my emotions.

“Well yes, that would be cheating on our arrangement,” my wife stated quite sternly leaving no doubt that my suspicions were correct. “If it is pleasurable to you, like a normal orgasm, we must do what we can to avoid it happening. I take it that since you brought it up you have a solution to avoid it from happening?”

“Yes, I have read allot about it,” I told her, “but you might find it a little strange and I am not sure you would be into it or enjoy doing it.”

“Hubby,” my wife said, her voice cold and calculating, “I have your dick locked in a chastity belt and deny you the ability to cum for months at a time. We have tried things that are strange and against the norm. I will be the judge of whether I will enjoy it or not. For that little indiscretion, two more weeks of chastity added to the end of your lock-up. Out with it…now!”

“Yes Mistress,” I replied softly, my head bowed in shame, not because of what I was about to say but because I had challenged my wife’s dominate position in our relationship. “I am sorry for anything that I implied and I understand the need for you to punish me. Please forgive me.”

“I do forgive you hubby,” my wife said sweetly, “but that doesn’t mean I will retract the punishment. Now you better start talking before I make it another two weeks or perhaps a month.”

Taking a deep breath I began, “The procedure I am talking about is called milking the prostate. Basically, it involves inserting a finger or other suitable object, such as a tool called a milking wand, into my anus and massaging the prostate gland for a period of time. Doing so causes semen to work its way out of the balls and flow out of the penis, more like a dribble than a spurt though. Doing it for long enough will drain all the semen from the testicles and remove the body’s reason for having a wet dream.”

“What does it feel like when it comes out?” my wife asked me.

“I can’t say out of personal experience because I have never done it,” I answered, “but all the stories and articles I have read describe as feeling similar to a slow urination. No pleasure, other that knowing your balls are being emptied, is experienced.”

“Well I can’t say I have ever heard of that,” Angie confessed to me, “but I will do some research and see what I can come up with. So, do you really want me to stick something in your ass to help drain that stale cum out of you?”

With heartfelt dedication I looked into her hazel eyes, “I will do anything to make sure I can complete the tasks you lay before me. If having my prostate milked to prevent wet dreams is needed to meet the amount of time without orgasm that you ordered, I will happily do it.”

Not much was said on the topic over the next few days and I didn’t bring the subject up in fear of making her feel pressured. I did, however, begin to worry. With each day of frustrating denial, the pressure in my balls grew. I began to feel like a ticking time bomb, not knowing how long it would take before necessity overpowered chastity but I didn’t want to find out and restart my clock.

On Saturday afternoon, about a week since we first discussed it, the subject of milking came up again. Angie sat me down on the couch and told me of her plan.

“I have been reading everything I can find on the subject of milking the prostate as well as talking gölbaşı escort with Lady Sara about it,” she said, “and it seems you were telling the truth. As far as I can tell, it will not give you pleasurable release and something needs to be done to remove those poor cummies from your swollen balls, not only to keep you from involuntarily having an orgasm, but also for the benefit of your health. I didn’t know that it was unhealthy to leave your sperm stagnant and cooped up. If I had, I would have addressed this much sooner.”

“Now,” she continued, “since I am still not positive how the whole process works, Lady Sara has agreed to teach me how to do it properly. She says she milks her husband once every two weeks and he has not had a wet dream since they started the chastity lifestyle. We are going over there tonight and you are going to experience your first unfulfilled testicle draining. You will be respectful and gracious for her efforts. Now, let’s go get you in the shower. I want you clean and smooth for tonight.”

“Yes Mistress,” I replied submissively.

Well I guess we can cross that one off the uncompleted fantasy list, I laughed to myself.

After showering and shaving, being extra careful to remove every stray pubic hair, I dressed in normal street clothes since they would not be on very long anyway. Angie came down the stairs moments later dressed in a see through white silk bra and panties with matching garter and stockings. White six-inch heels rounded out the sexy get up. I could clearly see the thin strip of blonde hair through the transparent material. I started to wonder if she was going to walk out the door that way before she grabbed a long trench coat from the closet next to the door.

We sped off towards Mistress Sara’s elegant adult store, both eager for what was coming. Despite it still being light out, Angie brazenly opened her coat and fingered herself throughout most of the short trip. I wondered if anyone got a clear look at what my sexy wife was doing in the passenger seat.

When we arrived at the store, we found a closed sign on the door. Angie told me to be respectful and I basically took that to mean submissive. To be on the safe side, I decided to really allow myself to drift into my role. Angie knocked on the door and Mistress Sara soon appeared dressed in a full-length black latex gown, the tight material stretched over every curve of her body. That red dress she wore on the night we all met did her figure no justice. She was absolutely stunning to say the least.

“Won’t you please come in,” Sara invited us.

“Thank you,” my wife smiled, removing her coat before she was inside the door.

“Well don’t you look good enough to eat,” Sara complimented my wife, licking her lips.

“And I think I must meet your tailor,” my wife returned the compliment. “That dress is breathtaking, not to mention the body it encases.”

With a look from my wife, I undressed quickly, once again folding my clothes in a neat pile and handing them to her. As I stood naked in the doorway, Mistress Sara got down to business.

“I am very happy that you came to me for guidance,” Mistress Sara began. “I am sure this procedure will prove to be rewarding for both of you. As a gesture of my gratitude, I will not charge you for my services; However, I do ask three things of you and they are non-negotiable. First, I ask that you reimburse me for any supplies I use. I use a few things that I will not use on anyone else. Those items you can take with you at the end of the night. Second, I expect nothing but total obedience from our little toy in chastity. If I tell you to do something, you will not delay, you will act immediately and deliberately.”

“I understand,” I replied bowing. “May I ask a question?”

“Tonight is meant to teach both you and your Mistress,” Sara replied. “You may speak as often as necessary as long as you do so respectfully. Insolence in my chamber is often punished severely.”

I believed her.

I asked my question, “I wish to address you with respect while not disrespecting my Mistress. Is there a form of address that would be acceptable to you, reserving the title Mistress for my beautiful wife?”

Sara stared at me with soft eyes, “Oh how I adore dedication and loyalty to one’s owner. You have done well with this one Lady Angie. You may address me as Madam Sara. I assume that is acceptable to everyone?”

We both nodded.

“Very well,” Sara consented, “the last thing I request, and I am sorry I have not mentioned this before, seeing the effort you put into looking delicious tonight. I am the only Dom permitted in my chamber and as such, am the only one permitted to wear clothing or be unrestrained while within the confines of my chamber. I do not ask this to disrespect you Lady Angie, but I ask it out of respect to me. Is this acceptable?”

“Quite acceptable Lady Sara,” my wife replied bowing her head, “and I do very much appreciate you taking keçiören escort time to instruct me and my toy.”

Angie turned to me, “Hubby, remove my clothing for Madam Sara, fold them, and give them to our host along with your clothing. She will decide when we get them back.”

“Yes Mistress,” I replied

I unclasped her bra and let it slide off her shoulders, floating to the floor like a white feather. Her firm tits stood at attention as her nipples hardened into ice picks. I slowly unbuckled each high heel shoe and kissed the tops of her stocking encased feet. Next, I unclipped her garter from her stockings before rolling each one down her leg, my tongue tasting each inch of newly exposed flesh, before sliding the garter down her legs. I spun her to face Madam Sara before gripping the thin waistband of her wet panties and lowering them seductively down her legs, allowing her to step out of them and stand completely exposed before our host. Madam Sara looked Angie up and down like a hungry dog eyeing up a T-bone. I had a bone myself, well at least as much as the chastity belt would allow.

“Your body looks even more exquisite when fully exposed Lady Angie,” Madam Sara gleamed.

My wife blushed at the compliment, “You are most kind Madam Sara.”

I folded her tiny garments, placing them on top of my own as Madam Sara continued to revel in the sights of my wife’s naked body before handing them to our latex adorned teacher. She took them from me and left the room before returning with a think leather collar with a heavy gauge chrome ring in the front and two sets of leather wrist and ankle restraints.

“Lady Angie,” Sara said handing the collar and one set of restraints to her, “would you please place these on your husband?”

Angie nodded, taking the black leather cuffs. She started by placing the two inch wide collar around my neck and tightly buckling the back hasp. I presented my hands to her and she wrapped each wrist in a padded cuff, the steel ring jingling as I brought my arms to the side. She then dropped to her knees and did the same with each ankle. Before rising, she gave each of my testicles a tender kiss and as she rose, grabbed my CB-6000s and gave it a strong tug causing a sudden cramp in the bottom of my stomach.

Madam Sara then used five shinny golden padlocks to secure each of the buckles. I realized there was no way I would be able to remove them. Once I was secured, I would be at her mercy. She brought my arms behind my back and fastened the two rings together with some sort of clip or D-ring. What a rush!

Madam Sara then began fastening the red leather wrist and ankle restraints against my wife’s pale skin, again securing them with bright golden padlocks. I watched her smell the aroma of my wife’s sex as she stood up.

“Now that we are all dressed we can proceed into my private chamber. Please follow me,” Madam Sara instructed us.

As we followed the woman of the house, only the soft squeaking of stretching latex broke the still silence. As we exited the shop through a door along the back wall, we found ourselves in what I would describe as a medieval dungeon. The floor and walls were constructed of rock cobblestone and the fifteen-foot high ceiling loomed ominously overhead making the room appear immense and overpowering. The room, lighted by flaming torches fastened the walls with blacksmithing iron brackets, contained all types of equipment, benches and tables for securing a helpless man or woman as well as thick chains hanging from the ceiling in various places. If she wanted to keep us here forever, I had no doubt she would be able to but for some reason I trusted this woman.

“Lady Angie,” Sara addressed my wife, “do you wish to be restrained sitting or standing?”

“I am at your disposal,” my wife answered.

“Very well,” Sara said softly, taking my wife by the wrists and leading her toward a set of chains hanging from a three-foot wide metal bar hanging from the ceiling next to a bench constructed of black walnut with a plush cushion on top encased in the softest black leather. Madam Sara secured each one of her wrist restraints to the chains with twist lock D-rings before walking towards a winch mounted on the wall. As she turned the crank, the bar restraining my wife’s wrists was pulled toward the ceiling causing Angie’s arms to stretch out and limit her mobility. Madam Sara went back to inspect her work, running her hands up my wife’s arms, inspecting the placement of the cuffs, and running the tips of her fingers back down her arms and across her helpless tits before grabbing both rock-hard nipples and giving them a quick hard squeeze. Angie’s eyes squinted shut and she let out a quick scream in response to the stimulus.

“I apologize,” Madam Sara told my wife sarcastically, “I just couldn’t resist.”

My wife answered back with a grin that said ‘Do it again’.

“Slave, come here,” Madam Sara commanded me, her tone changed from playful to aggressive, “Up on the table and kneel.”

I ran to her side quickly, the weight of the cage pulling on my balls with every bouncing stride. I crawled up on to the tables and nested my knees in the soft leather. Madam Sara released my hands from behind my back and ordered me to get on all fours and stick my ass up in the air. I lowered my face to the padded surface, resting my upper body weight on my forearms.

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I didn’t have time for a full out story so I wrote this short blurb instead. My wife was making me horny and I was left to my imagination. I hope you enjoy my thoughts. Please feel free to leave me any comments that will more readers enjoy the show.

Watching my wife prance around naked in the house is always a show for me. It’s even more of a tease than a show when we have family in the house. Our usual loud sex is just too much for either of us to hide. If it isn’t the loud moans of ecstasy, it’s the sound of our bodies slamming against each other as we fuck each other without abandon.

But since her mom is visiting for the holidays, I can’t just pull her to me and lick her pussy until she explodes in my mouth. No. Instead I have to fantasize about what she’ll do to me.

As she begins to get dressed for our family day out, she looks directly into my eyes from the closet door. I’ve seen that look before; her eyes pierce into my soul as the hungry lustful look of hers reminds me of her prowess and adventurous sexuality. It’s the look she gives me just before she pounces on me and presses her entire body fully onto mine as she devours my lips with her own. Her large breasts press up against my chest as she moans into my mouth.

Those lips. Those soft, tender, kissable, dick-hugging lips feel so good around my cock. She’ll drop to her knees and expertly undo my pants and swallow my cock whole in one fell swoop. She’ll pull off slowly, pressing her tongue fully and gently against the bottom of my 7-inch dick as her lips gently hug my cock. She’ll suck slowly and deliberately, stopping to swirl her tongue and moist lips around the head of my cock before she takes me deeply inside her mouth again. Each time she sucks me into her mouth she’ll lean her head from side to side, running the tip of her tongue along the length of the my dick. Each time is a new sensation. She never picks up speed, etimesgut escort she only becomes more and more enthusiastic and horny for more. The sound of her moaning pushes me closer to cumming and the sight of her looking into my eyes as she uses her tongue to massage the magical spot between my balls and the base of my dick sends me over the edge. I never lose eye contact with her as she moans and massages my balls with her free hand. I explode all over myself, cumming hard and shooting 5 big loads onto my chest and stomach.

My wife walks by as she heads for the bathroom to put on make up. But her voluptuous frame sucks in all of my attention as it usually does. I’m eye level to her thick thighs and I enjoy the view as they carry her past me and bring her beautiful ass into view. This has me thinking about what she would do next, and I know she would agree….

After giving me the blowjob of a lifetime, she knows I would return the favor. I love tasting that sweet pussy on my mouth as she squirms under me, pulling my head deeper into her honeypot while she screams uncontrollably.

Without giving me time to wipe down, she would climb on top of me and straddle my face with those beautiful thick thighs, pressing her pussy onto my lips. I eagerly receive her with my mouth. I kiss her pussy softly, teasing her as I alternate between licks and kisses, leaving a trail of my physical attention from her inner thigh and up to her pussy. I start at her inner thigh and work my way to her sweet pussy. Kissing closer and closer. When I reach the crevice of her inner thigh and pelvis, I use the tip of my tongue to lick from ass to hip, alternating between kisses and licks as I near her wet pussy. “Don’t stop baby!” I hear her say as her hands dig into my hair more, reaching for a grip to pull me into her tightly. I reciprocate and pull her by the hips etlik escort into me as I plunge my tongue inside her, licking her inside as my hands pull her closer to me. With each thrust of her hip, I can tell I’m getting closer. I suck her clit into my mouth and begin working my tongue against her erect clit. Alternating between sucking and licking, I watch intently as I bring her closer and closer to the edge. Her moaning descends into a paralyzed silence as she tenses up and I hear her pussy begin to gush with cum. I catch as much as I can into my mouth and swallow instantly, savoring the sweet nectar of my wife.

I must have gotten myself hard, because now my wife is distracted by the fully erect cock between my legs and the precum dripping from the head of my cock and down my balls. Without missing a beat, she walks over to me and leans in close to whisper, “Oh baby, I can’t wait to come home and fuck you.”

Oh she knows how to give it to me and I can’t wait for her to have her way with me. She pushes me down onto my knees and orders me to slowly stroke my cock and to close my eyes while doing it. I do as I’m told and savor the feeling as I feel every vein along the length of my cock. I stroke long and slow, feeling how my cock grows into my grip. My once flaccid dick is now swelling into the thick cock-meat with a bulbous head that my wife loves to use as her own sex toy. The nerve endings are shooting waves of pleasure through my body and make me moan involuntarily. As I gasp in ecstasy, my mouth opens wide to let out a moan of pure ecstasy. Before I knew what was happening, my moan was muffled by a velvety object being stuffed into my mouth. The head of my wife’s 9-inch, 2.5 inch wide dildo was in my mouth. I heard her next command: “Suck it baby. Suck my fat cock!” I looked up at her without releasing the delicious fake cock in my mouth. I began eve gelen escort to suck slowly, swirling my tongue around the fat head. I sucked that fucking cock just the way I liked mine being sucked. I made love to that dick with my mouth. I ran the flat side of my tongue against the base of her dick down to the balls. I massaged each ball with my tongue and gently sucked them into my mouth, spreading my mouth lube all over them with my lips. Then I ran my tongue up the bottom of that cock up to the head, wrapping my lips around the head and plunged it as far back into my throat as I could.

I wrapped my hands around her ass and pulled her to me as she wrapped her hands around the back of my head so she could slowly face fuck my mouth. I would match each thrust as I bobbed up and down that fat cock. “Lube it up real good baby because I’m going to fuck you with this big dick. You want that don’t you? You want to be on this fat dick don’t you baby?” I pull back so that only the head of her dildo was in my mouth as I nodded to her, looking into her eyes as I moaned an enthusiastic, “mhmm” into her strap on.

Next, she would command me to turn around so she could fuck me. Grabbing me by the hips she would pound my firm athletic ass with her delicious dildo. Each thrust would send vibrations through her clit as I felt the head of her dick running repeatedly over my perineum. The feeling of being impaled on her and the sound of our bodies slamming together would send me over the edge as I hear her screaming for me to cum. She pulls me up so I can feel her breasts against my back and she reaches around and starts rubbing my dick with both of her hands. Her hands are wet with generous amounts of lube. While one hand strokes the base of my cock, her other focuses mainly on the head. Her tight grip continues to pull me close as she begins to slowly rock her hips in unison with her efforts on my dick. All of a sudden it feels like I’m fucking a wet pussy while taking a huge cock from behind! The sensations are mind-blowing! The throbbing in my cock tells her I’m close and she begins to whisper, “Cum on me baby… cum on this cock. Cum all over me, I want your cum on me and I want to hear you moan. Ohhhh babyyyy, ohhh fuck babyyyy!”

The End.

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Kyle was sitting down in class, writing down assignments when the bell rang. He got up and saw Olivia getting her stuff together. They have known each other since they were 10. They were really good friends, and he really liked her. A lot. Kyle went over to her.

“Hey, um, Olivia?” He said nervously.

“Yes?” She replied. She smiled at him.

Kyle glanced at her size 14 feet. God they were huge. They were both 20 and in college at the time, and her feet were the biggest feet he’d ever seen. He remembered 8 years ago, when they were 12, they were a size 8. He’s always had a major foot fetish, but he only liked Olivia’s feet in particular. They were so big and tan! Her toenails weren’t painted, but it suited her feet just right.

He looked back up.

“Umm, would you, umm, wanna go on a date with me tonight? Maybe 8:00?” He asked.

She smiled at him again.

“I’d love to.”

“Sweet. See you then.”

They walked away. Kyle was as happy as can be.

8:24

They want to a fancy French-themed restaurant.

Kyle and Olivia sat down and talked.

“So, what kind of job do you have?” Jessica asked.

“I’m a teacher at the guitar shop. I teach people how to play guitar. How about you?”

“Oh, I’m just a Waiter at the Burger Shack emek escort right now. You still got that foot fetish?”

Kyle widened his eyes.

“W-W-what do you mean?!?!”

“Oh come on. I know you like my feet. Remember that ‘thing’ that happend when we were 12?”

Kyle thought for a moment. Then he remembered. He completely forgot about that incident.

Olivia was over his house. She said her feet were sore and asked him for a foot massage. He said okay. They went on the couch and she placed her big size 8 and a half feet on his lap. He started to rub the soles when he started to get an erection. It kept getting harder and harder, and as he was rubbing her feet, she yawned and stretched out her legs, accidentally hitting his crotch. He then felt an amazing sensation in his penis and ejaculated for the first time. She didn’t notice that he had cummed because of her feet, but she did some research and found out he has a foot fetish. And she wanted to please him with her feet.

She then started lightly stroking his crotch with her toes, up and down.

“Does that feel good.”

“Oh god yes!”

She stroked harder and faster. Kyle started to moan softly.

“Now you just sit back and relax while I fuck eryaman escort you with my feet, okay?”

He nodded furiously.

She then took both of her feet and unzipped his pants, pulled down his pants and underwear with just her feet, and started stroking his cock. She stroked even harder and faster.

“Mmm, do you like my big feet stroking your cock?”

“OH…GOD…YES!”

She stopped stroking.

” Ooh, my feet are tired. I’m gonna rest them.”

Kyle was disappointed. Until he realized she using his dick as a footstool. Her feet must of weighted a lot, but his cock was so hard it was supporting her feet. She rubbed her heel back and forth on his raging cock. He let out a huge moan and orgasmed all over her feet. She got a napkin and cleaned up his manhood.

“Hey. Lets go back to your place.” She winked at him.

Kyle immediately walked her out and into his car. As they were driving, she placed her foot on crotch again. She put her fingers in his mouth, then in hers, and started fingering herself. She moaned. The moaning got more rapid and so did her foot pressing against his crotch. They both moaned more and more until they lead to orgasm. Kyle had jizzed – again.

Olivia orgasmed too. Her esat escort panties were all wet. They pulled into the drivers and rushed into the master bedroom. They stripped naked. Olivia changed in the bathroom. She decided to do a little foreplay. She went out of the bathroom and saw naked Kyle. She stared at his penis.

Its so big, she thought. It has to be at least 8 inches. She stopped staring.

“Just relax and let me do all the work.” She said.

She kicked him in the crotch, causing him to fall onto the bed. She got on top of him and pressed her foot on his dick VERY hard. Kyle rolled on top of her.

“Oh no. I’m the man in this.” He strictly said.

He started to fuck her. She decided to see if 9 years in gymnastics has paid off. With her flexibility, she stretched out her lets and put her feet between his penis, still fucking her. They both started to moan again. At drastically got louder and louder. She then put one of her feet, the other still on his penis, and placed it in his face. Kyle loved the smell of her foot. It was just perfect. They both let out the biggest moans they have ever let out and cummed. The cum was everywhere on the bed. They put their clothes back on.

“Oh, Kyle. That was amazing!”

“I know! I didn’t know you go all the way on the first date!”

“Well, I normally don’t, but something about that foot fetish just turns me on so much!”

“Well, until next time, I guess.”

“Okay. Bye”

She kissed him on the cheek and left.

Kyle was VERY tired after 3 orgasms, so he went to bed.

He couldn’t be happier, and more aroused.

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I heard Barbara hollering as I came in the house.

“You motherfucking old bitch. You just can’t stay away from the liquor. What the fuck is the matter with you?”

She and father were out on the back porch. Agnes was hanging with her arms up in the air fatsened to a beam going across the porch and her legs in a spreader bar. She was dressed in a black cut out bra with her ample nipples sticking out of the front of it waiting to be suckled. She wore a black garter girdle which was holding up her dark brown full fashioned nylon stockings. She also had on a pair of very sheer black directoire knickers which were pulled down just below her stocking tops. Her feet were encased in black leather pumps and although she was tethered to the beam her feet were solidly on the floor of the porch. To muffle her cries father had placed a ball gag in her mouth.

Barbara was wearing a dark blue six strap garter belt and very sheer brown hose. Her teats were hanging down on her chest as she wore no bra as well as no panties. Her pubic hair was bright red and very ample across her belly and pussy.

Father had on a black eight strap garter belt and vey dark full fashioned stockings and two inch high heel leather pumps. He had a quirt in his hand and obviously was aiming it at Agnes’s cunt.

His six inch uncut cock was swaying to and fro as he aimed the quirt at Agnes’s cunt

I could see a huge wet spot on the floor of the porch where Agnes was hanging and it was very obvious that she had just pissed. I could also see her stockings were very wet where the piss had run down her legs.

“Agnes, father said, I don’t know what the fuck I am going to do with you. I can’t trust you to stay away from the liquor. Your job here is to run the household and all you can do is get drunk.”

With that father gave her cunt another good swat with the quirt. I could see her flinch from the blow even though her eyes clearly showed she was totally intoxicated.

Barbara told father to whip her cunt good and to give her nipples a swat or two also.

Suddenly Barabra saw me and asked “What the hell are you doing here? I’m going to make sure your father whips this old bitches cunt good and hard. Maybe that will teach her not to get drunk so often. Then I’m going to suck his long uncut cock.”

With that father smacked Agnes on her cunt again. I could now see her lush growth of gray pubic hair around her cunt lips which hung down from her outer lips. She really had dangling inner lips. Her belly fur had been trimmed by someone and was shaved down to where the cleft of her lips began. Her pubic hair was still damp from having pissed a few minutes before I arrived on the scene.

Agnes suddenly began pissing agin and it just gushed from her cunt lips down onto her knickers and stockings. It was obvious that she had consumed plenty of whatever she had been drinking. She finished pissing and father whacked her cunt lips again, this time a little harder.

Barbara said “I think we need to take the old bitch and have a piercing party with her. Maybe if she has her cunt lips and nipples pierced she will behave herself a little better.”

I said “I think that would be a wonderful idea. Then if she doesn’t stay sober we can hang some weights on her cunt rings and really stretch her cunt lips so they hang down even further than they are now.”

Father asked Agnes “Would you behave if we pierced your cunt and your nipples?”

Agnes just nodded her head “Yes” even though she was so drunk she probably didn’t understand what father asked her. She probably thought if she agreed he would release her from the rafter. When I looked at her I also noticed she had a lot of gray hair under each armpit. She must not have been shaving those either for awhile.

Father said to Barbara “Let her down and we’ll talk about a piercing party. It might be fun to let some others attend and see how a woman gets her cunt and nipples pierced. We could have your sister Donna, Frank and Marie, and Bob and Jewel Burke.”

Barbara unfastened the rope holding the cuff to Agnes’s wrist and let her arms down. I rushed to help hold her up and pulled her sheer knickers up to her waist. I guided her to a chair that was on the porch and helped her sit down. I couldn’t help but look at her big long nipples and wonder how they were going to look with rings through them.

Father unfastened the cuff on her wrists and unhooked she spreader bar from around her ankles. He also took the ball gag out of her mouth.

As he stood up he grabbed ahold of her long nipples and gave each of them a pull. I could see Agnes wince as he pulled on them.

Father told Barbara to get on the phone in the morning and call and tell people we were holding a party for Agnes in two days. Dress was to be minimal with everyone wearing womens clothing. It would be a dinner party with food and drink provided by him. With that Barbara went over to father and got down on her knees and started sucking his long uncut cock.

“I Etlik escort just needed to get your cock in my mouth. I’ve been waiting all day to suck on it and get a load of semen from you.” Barbara said.

My cock was standing pretty straight too and I just stood in front of Agnes and told her to suck me off. She grabbed my cock and stuck it in her mouth and proceeded to begin sucking on it.

Suddenly she was pissing again with it running all over the floor as it ran down off the chair seat. I suddenly erupted in her mouth with a huge load of semen. Agnes simply swallowed all of it and then let go of my cock.

Fathe said “John, why don’t you take Agnes upstairs to her room and clean her up while I give Barbara a good fucking? She hasn’t had any of my cock in her cunt all day today and I know she wants some right now.”

I agreed and helped Agnes out of the chair. I could see her black knickers were soaking wet from her pissing in them and the back of her legs were too. I guided her into the house and headed upstairs with her. Her seams were still nice and straight even though she had been hanging up out on the porch for some time and I could see her hairy legs through the nylon.

We got to the top of the stairs where the toilet was located and I led Agnes into it. I said “Sit down on the toilet so I can unhook your garters and get you wet stockings off of your legs. But pull your soaking wet knickers off first.”

Agnes pulled her knickers down and I pulled them to her ankles and had her step out of them. As she sat down on the toilet I could the familiar hissing sound and the flood of her piss hitting the toilet bowl.I could only think that she consumed something that was affecting her kidneys and bladder to make her piss so much. I unhooked her garters and carefully peeled her hose down off each leg taking care to not cause them to run.

I ran some very warm water and filled her douche bulb with it. “I’m going to douche your cunt” I told her. “This may be a little warm, but I want to clean you out. Sit up on the edge of the toilet and open your cunt lips so I can put the nozzle in your cunt.” Agnes opened her lips and I inserted the nozzle into her cunt and squeezed the bulb.

“Oh. That feels so good.” she said. I pulled the nozzle out and told her to sit back on the seat so the water could drain out and refilled the bulb again. Once more she scooted forward, opened

her lips, and I inserted the nozzle all the way into her cunt. Again I squeezed the bulb and she scooted back, letting the water drain out of her cunt.

I got a washcloth and soaped it good and told her to stand so I could wash her cunt lips and legs. When she stood up I really got a good look at how long her inner lips hung down outside her cunt. I washed her cunt and legs, then dried them off.

“The warm water on my pussy felt so good. Your father whipped my cunt very hard because Barbara told him to.” she said. “Barbara can be very sadistic when she wants to be. I was only a little tipsy and she told me I was a drunken motherfucking bitch. Now she is fucking your father beause she hasn’t had any of his long uncut cock in her cunt all day. Does she know I’m fucking him too?”

I had her go to her bedroom, found a pair of sheer blue briefs to put on her and put her to bed. “When you wake up I’ll have a little surprise for you.” I told her.

I went into my room, put on my dark brown sheer stockings, garter belt, sheer bikini panties, and high heels. I quietly went downstairs to see what father and Barbara were doing. Fathers bedroom was at the base of the stairs so I cautiously looked inside the room. Barbara was flat on her back with her dark brown stocking covered legs sticking straight up in the air. He had his face buried in her cunt and was obviously sucking on her clit. Barbara had that dreamy look on her face like she was far off someplace enjoying herself. Then I saw him move his face down a little bit and he was either licking her peehole or had stuck his tongue inside her cunt.

Suddenly he pulled back and she grabbed his long erect cock and slipped it inside her cunt telling him “I want you to fuck me good and deep with that cock. Stick it up in my cervix and leave it there a few minutes so I can enjoy it.”

Suddenly she saw me in the doorway and motioned me to come over to her. Father began fucking her and Barabra pulled my bikinis down to my knees and guided my cock into her mouth. She was getting a double dose of cock now.

Father opened his eyes and saw she was sucking me so he just kept his long cock all the way inside her cunt. I was pretty horny, so I gave her my load of semen in a couple of minutes while father kept fucking her. She was cleaning me off when suddenly she stiffened her body and I saw father arch his back.

“You big motherfucker, give me all that precious love juice of yours. I want you to shoot it all in my cervix and breed me with it. It feels so fucking good when you shoot ankara olgun escort your cock off.” Father just kept pumping away until finally he stopped and laid down on top of her.

“John, go over to the dresser and get my sheer black directoire knickers out of the third drawer so I can put them on when I stand up. I don’t want his semen leaking out of me and running down my legs.” Barbara said.

I went to the dresser, found her knickers, and took them to her. Father got off of her and she sucked his cock clean. I now saw that Barbara not only had red pubic hair but she was not shaving her armpits or legs and they were covered with a mass of red hair also. She lifted her ass off the bed and I slipped her knickers on her legs. She pulled them up to her waist and adjusted the bottom so they were covering the tops of her stockings.

“Did you get the drunken bitch to bed?” they both asked.

“I got her upstairs, sat her on the toilet where she promptly pissed again, took her stocking off her legs, gave her cunt two good washes of hot water with her douche bulb, washed her cunt and legs, put a pair of sheer blue briefs on her, and told her to get a good sleep. I would see her later.” I said.

“Good. Now we can plan her piercing party. Barbara and Donna will do some calling tommorow to let the few invitees know what is going on. But right now let’s have a martini and a cigarette and relax a little and then get to bed.” father said.

As we headed for the kitchen I could see Barbara’s stockings had the Manhattan heel pattern on them. That was my favorite pattern for stockings. She grabbed fathers cock in her hand and led him to the kitchen with me following them.

Father quickly made a pitcher of martinis and we sat and smoked a few cigarettes and drank a couple of martinis.

I excused myself teling them I was tired and needed to check in on Agnes. I went upstairs and found her in bed with her eyes open. “Did you have a good nap?” I asked.

“Yes. Now I want your surprise and then I want you to sleep with me tonite.” she replied.

I went into my bedroom and got out the pint of VO I had stashed away and two shot glasses. I took them back into her bedroom, closed the door and poured us each a shot. Agnes’s eyes lit up like lights on a Christmas tree.

We toasted each other and I said to her “This is between us. If you behave I will have a little for you on a daily basis. However, you are going to be my slave and when I tell you to do something I expect you to do it. If I tell you to suck my cock I expect it to be done. If I tell you I am going to fuck your gray haired pussy, I expect you to lie down, spread your legs open and get my cock inside your cunt. When I fuck you I probably won’t wear a rubber so you will have semen running out of your cunt after I finish. You won’t be allowed to wipe, so you will have to deal with it in one of two ways. Either you put a pair of knickers on to catch the flow or you just let it run out and down your legs. Do you understand?”

Agnes said “Yes. I understand and I will do as you say. Just don’t hurt me. I’m sixty four and I am not used to being abused. I just want to live my life normally.”

I said “You simply can’t go around getting drunk all the time. You have to control yourself. I expect you to be dressed nicely every day and I’ll select some of your wardrobe for you. Do you understand? I may even put a ‘dog collar’ around your neck so you’ll remember who you belong to.”

“Yes Master John. I understand and will be a good slave to you. I will do everything you ask me to do.” she replied.

The next day Agnes behaved herself while Barbara and Donna got things going for the piercing party the following night. Frank, Marie, Bob, and Jewel were invited as well as Lil, the lady who would do the piercing of Agnes’s cunt and nipples. Frank was a favorite of Agnes because he had a very long uncut cock. His foreskin hung down over the end of it and she loved to suck on it. Bob had cardio vascular problems so he could only eat pussy and get his cock sucked for fear of a heart attack.

Marie and Jewel, on the other hand, both loved cock and John was a favorite of Jewel. She was a tiny little woman who always looked nicely dressed and favored John because he worked at the news agency for them. I knew he had seen her pissing and she encouraged him to come to their house to do some odd jobs for them. The odd jobs generally amounted to him sucking her pussing and helping her piss.

Marie had a difficult time corraling Frank because everyone in town knew he had a monster cock and liked to use it. However, Marie was quite an attractive lady and wore her clothing quite well, especially her lingerie. She always looked appealing to people.

There were plenty of things that happened as the guests arrived. Marie was in an red open bottom girdle with lovely brown stockings and no panties or knickers on. She wore a black open cup ankara ucuz escort bra with her nipples sticking out the front of the cups. She obviously had consumed a drink or two before leaving home.

Frank came in wearing a black garter girdle with six straps and full fashioned nylons along with one inch heels. He wore no panties so his long uncut cock was swaying to and fro as he walked.

Bob and Jewel arrived and Jewel had a light blue garter belt with eight straps on it and was wearing dark brown hose with a Havana heel. She had white bikini panties with rhinestones emblazened all over the front of them and a half shelf bra that clearly supported her very small teats. She quickly announced she had to piss and dragged John into the stairway so he could “watch” her as she pissed. Actually she wanted to suck his cock while she was pissing. When she finished they came back out into the dining room and John’s cock was totally erect and Jewel’s bikinis had a wet spot in the crotch of them. Bob wore only a pair of black bikini panties that his his rather large cock.

Donna and Barbara were identically dressed. Each wore a sheer black garter girdle with eight long straps, a sheer balck cut out bra, dark brown Manhattan heel stockings, and two inch sling back pumps. Their brilliant red pubic hair glistened and I made mention to everyone that they both had leg and armpit hair. Of course everyone immediately wanted them to lift their arms so they could see it, which they did.

Agnes was wearing a sheer black garter belt and sheer black stockings. She had a blue cut out bra on with her long nipples clearly sticking out of the open cups so they were in full view. She had no panties or knickers on and everyone could see her long lips and gray hair around her cunt.

Father and I both had on black garter belts, very sheer brown stockings, and sling back pumps. We were each wearing black bikini panties that clearly let our cocks be seen.

Lil, our piercer for the event, had nothing on except a pair of very sheer black hose held up with roll on garters. Her nipples had gold rings in them as did her cunt lips. Everyone could see them very clearly and remarked how nice they looked on her, especially since she had her cunt lips cleanly shaved so the rings were prominent.

Father said “It is cocktail time. I have some martinis and mahattans mixed up so we’ll have a little social time before dinner. I want to make a toast to Agnes for doing this for all of us.”

We spent the next half hour or so smoking and drinking then father said “It’s time for dinner.

Donna and Barbara have prepared a lovely meal for us so sit back and enjoy your dinner.”

After dinner, Donna announced that there was fresh peach pie alamode with emphasis on the “pee” as in peach. Jewel asked “What do you mean by emphasis on the “pee?”

Donna replied “If you want “pee” on your ice cream Barbara and I will give you as much or as little as you want. If you want ten drops of pee, we will give you ten drops. If you want a tablespoon of pee, we will give you a tablespoon. It is whatever you want.”

Everyone thought that was innovative and briefly talked about it. When they served the pie Donna asked them if they wanted “pee” and if so, how much and from which of them. Everybody had a little “pee” on their pie alamode.

Finally dishes were cleared and the dining room table was made ready for Agnes’s piercing. Father put a thin mattress on the table and got a couple of pillows for Agnes to put her head on. Then he fastened a pair of gyno stirrups to each side of the table at the end of it so Agnes could put her legs in the air.

Then father had everyone gather around at the end of the table as Agnes got up and laid down, putting her feet in the stirrups. Father said “Barbara and Donna, you each take one cunt lip and pull it aside so her peehole is showing.”

When they had done so, father took a catheter line from the packet it was in and uncovered the tip. He gently began to slip it very carefully inside her large peehole until finally he said “Aha. Paydirt. She is now catheterized and she won’t be pissing all over the place when we pierce her cunt lips.” He taped the tubing to her thigh and inserted the tubing into the pee bottle closing the clamp on the tubing about ten inches away from where it went into her cunt.

Everyone wanted to look at the catheter and see how it was inserted into her peehole. The women ooohed and aaahed about it and talked about how nice it would be to have one in their peeholes so they didn’t always have to stop and piss. They could just open the spigot and let the pee flow into the bottle or on the ground.

Lil told everyone she was going to pierce Agnes’s nipples first. She would do both of them at the same time and first she had to mark them so the piercings were in approximately the same spot on each nipple. She put a clamp on each nipple and pulled it so the nipple was extended fully. Then she took a marker and made a mark on each nipple at approximately the same spot on each one. Lil then took a very sharp needle and a cork. Putting the cork against one side of the nipple she told Agnes “Count to three by saying one, two, three.”

Agnes began counting and Lil deftly slipped the needle through Agnes’s nipple and into the cork on the other side.

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Subject: Heather

Age: 31

Hair: Blond

Cup: DD? E?

Location: a bar in Kansas

I can’t describe how hot this woman, Heather, was to me. Older, yes, by almost 10 years, but man, she worked out and I don’t know bra sizes, but she had a rack like you wouldn’t believe. She let me feel her muscles on her arms.

When I did she said I was “built like a girl.” But she seemed to think it was funny, and I think she liked me a little for letting her make a joke at my expense. I am scrawny and… uh, short.

Now, whiskey hits me quick and I’d already had two by that point, but seeing her boobs all pushed up in that denim vest in her Daisy Dukes, with that tight tummy and cowgirl hat… she bent over once in a pool game, just so, stuck her butt out and “accidentally” bumped it into me. She gave me a knowing look, and we chatted, buying each other $1 PBR back and forth for the rest of the night.

Eventually a slow country song came on and we danced. Just face-to-face at first, but then she leaned into me. It was like she needed me to lean on. I held her close and… I was sure she felt my stiffy, thought she would pull away. But instead, she turned around, leaned back into me… into Çankaya Escort me with her back… and she raked her tush left-to-right, right-to-left across my hard on, pressed into me with earnest eagerness.

Finally, when the song ended, we were alone in the corner. How I wish it’d been close to last call. I wanted to take this woman home with me. It was still kind of dark, but we were both drunk and horny. And she’d been flirting with me all night. She needed to know, so I told her my full size and this horny cougar whispered into my ear…

“Honey, I don’t care how little you are soft. I want it hard…”

I stood there with a pleading look on my face. She looked into my eyes, raised an eyebrow. “I felt you, you know, ladies do pay attention… I know you weren’t…”

And her eyebrow froze in place at its peak as the realization dawned on her that she was wrong. She had felt me hard. She looked down, saw my “tent,” and stifled a laugh behind her hand. She was drunk enough to put a lot of emphasis on her attempt to whisper, so that she mouthed the word and I barely heard her, but the word was clear.

“Really?”

Before I could even Cebeci Escort nod, she grabbed for it. Her hand encompassed my hard shaft entirely through my jeans.

“You’d disappear between my tits.” She said it matter-of-factly. It was undeniably true, even in her imagination.

While she did this, she squeezed my mousey toy, not moving her wrist, but with her fist pulsing quickly, tightly once, twice… and she continued even after I came, a third pulse, a fourth… but by then she must have felt the moistness of my seed against her hand on my pants.

Instantly, Heather threw up her hands and burst into drunkenly loud laughter. I swear everyone in the bar turned and looked. Blushing uncontrollably and still shuddering from orgasm, I covered my cum stain with my hand and fled into the men’s bathroom.

I was drunk and totally turned on, even though I just came all over myself, so after cleaning the semen out of my underwear and my pubic hair there in the stall, I waited, noticed no-one else was in the bathroom, and started jerking off as quietly as I thought I could.

Heather and I weren’t standing too far from the bathroom when she’d grabbed Çukurambar Escort me, and she hadn’t moved. She was like a sentinel, sticking her butt out in tight jean shorts, pouty lips and cocked pinky finger awaiting to show me my full shame.

I could hear her friends come over and start asking what happened. She told them all, and there was another chorus of laughter. I jerked off even harder, not realizing that if I could hear them plainly, they could hear me, too.

One of her friends said it, I don’t know who, but it was the beginning of what I remember most of that conversation (other than feeling a fresh surge of arousal every time one of them laughed). “It fit in your hand? How is he jacking off if he can’t even stroke it? Oh my God!”

And Heather shouted into the bathroom door, “Have fun jerking it with two fingers, little boy!”

She had meant it as an insult, but, still being only semi-erect again, from being drunk and having cum once already, I didn’t have enough to fill up my hand. It was undeniably true that I was jerking it with two fingers– had to, to get a stroke at that size. I groaned in surprise as I came again at the realization– totally sudden and unexpected, almost instantly on hearing her say “two fingers” and “little.” A fresh peal of laughter headed out the bar.

I waited until I was clean again, though I couldn’t get the stain out. When I thought it was safe, I stood up from the toilet, wrapped tightly in my coat, and made my way out as discreetly as possible.

I blushed like an ambulance!

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Author’s note: For some reason, there aren’t a lot of BBW creampie stories. If you don’t like this sort of thing, this probably isn’t the sort of thing you’ll like.

I was polishing my boots when the call came. That’s not a euphemism – I mean, I was literally polishing my uniform footgear, with black wax and a rag. Usually people have an enchantment to keep their boots shined these days, but I’m poor, so it was elbow grease for me.

It came from Sergeant Waring. There’s one complete bastard in every regiment, and if you took all the complete bastards and made a regiment out of them, then Waring would be the complete bastard in that one. Six feet five, unshaven (out of regulations), brutal. Smelled like a wet horse. Even the minotaurs thought he stank. People say that he has purposefully refused promotion, just to keep his present job – that being beating the shit out of new recruits.

After four years in the Stormfang Lancers, I wasn’t a new recruit, but I still hated Waring and he hated me. Which is why I was on edge right away.

“Callum!” shouted Waring. He did a lot of shouting. After a short while in this outfit, you came to recognize the yellow stumps of his teeth intimately. Waring came down the steps into the barracks. The Lancers occupy the base of the North-East Tower; naturally, the dumb shits who built this castle put the barracks in the damp part with poor ventilation. I think they should make this a prison, instead, but nobody’s taking advice from Corporal Corbet Callum.

“Sir?” I asked, putting down my brush warily. Shouting usually did not bode good news.

“Her Majesty the Queen has requested the presence of one of her young Lancers to guard her chambers,” said Waring. His facial expression was somewhere between a smirk and a sneer.

Holy shit, I thought.

I should explain. The King married Queen Sella when he was maybe sixty or so, and she was nineteen. She was the heiress to the Duchy of Palmarch. It was a political alliance, and he hit the fucking jackpot. Maybe Palmarkers are not exactly famous for their lilting accents and courtly graces, but Sella was a stunning blonde with a big dowry of land and two other big dowries in front, if you know what I mean. The King sure knew. She squeezed out eight children for him. However, it wasn’t much of a secret around the palace that the old King wasn’t exactly keeping Sella’s gears oiled these days. So she tried messing around with a few courtiers, and after a while it was an open secret that she had a hell of an appetite. A new man every week, sometimes even every day. She liked them young, though. Maybe it made her feel young, maybe the young ones had more energy.

Anyway, the point is, it became widely known that for a soldier, an invitation to the Queen’s bedchamber was a golden ticket. You see, assuming you weren’t a complete fuck-up, getting Queen Roundheels off earned you an appointment and commission in the Queen’s Guards. The big time. Prestigious dwellings – not barracks! – in the Silk Quarter. Great food. Great pay. Even magical armor, for fuck’s sake. No more boot polish.

So you see why getting “invited up” was such a plum opportunity. Now, it’s true that Sella was pushing forty now. And after eight kids and twenty years of spreading for every smooth talker at Court, she probably wasn’t exactly drum-tight anymore. Her big appetite for sex was matched with other big appetites too, I had heard – sweets, Kanavi rum, even lotus dust. I hadn’t seen the Queen in, I don’t know, maybe a couple years. It’s not like she comes down here. But I was vaguely aware that she’d let herself go some.

For a Guards commission, though, I’d do anything. (Or at least I thought so at the time.) But what the hell was Waring grinning at? The bastard hated my guts. Why had he picked me out? I hadn’t even bribed him.

The only thing I could think of at the time was that he was pulling some kind of really weak hoax. But certainly wasn’t going to pass this up. Throw the cow a fuck, and I was set for life. So I saluted Waring (he actually laughed at this), quickly finished polishing my boots, put on my best hat, buckled on my sword, and went all the way up the tower and along the passage to the Queen’s chambers.

A minotaur was standing guard outside her boudoir. You would think that the Queen’s Guard would guard the Queen, but it doesn’t work that way. The royal family use a small band of minotaurs for their personal protection. Tall, muscular bastards from the Broken Coast. Monsters, really. Men’s feet and legs, but it’s all bull from there, all the way up to their horns. They don’t wear armor; they don’t need to. I had heard that the reason why the King employed minotaurs was that they had nothing to gain from plotting to put someone else on the throne. It made sense to me.

I drew up outside the door and saluted. He raised his thick bull-arm in acknowledgement, and I realized with surprise that he looked tired. You don’t see that too often in a minotaur.

“Corporal Callum reporting for the demetevler escort service of the Queen,” I said crisply. I didn’t even smirk.

The minotaur’s face took on a strange expression. I had seen them look angry, or drunk, or just look through you with a bored bovine stare. But I had never seen pity before. He pulled himself up from leaning against the wall, opened the door to the boudoir partways, and ushered for me to enter.

Her Majesty, Queen Sella, was lounging sloppily on a green, silk-covered divan. Time and good living had filled her out, turning young and slender into ripe and voluptuous. I could see at once, from her flushed complexion and too-broad smile, that she was drunk. Her hair was dishevelled, one side of her hairstyle undone and partially framing a plump face set with two heavily-lidded eyes. The overstuffed bodice of the Queen’s long, rumpled purple velvet dress was spilling out huge mounds of pale milkflesh, and crumbs and sugar dotted both her and the couch.

She was holding a crystal goblet, and being attended to by two ladies-in-waiting, dressed in gowns of yellow and blue. One handmaiden held the remnants of a silver platter of pastries, now reduced to a few lonely cakes.

I realized as I entered the room that the Queen’s belly was gravid and swollen. Her gown looked slightly absurd, strained tautly over the prominent bulge. I had not heard that the Queen was pregnant, but I don’t pay a whole lot of attention to palace gossip. Well, okay, I’d been with pregnant women before.

I discreetly adjusted the feather on my hat, and tried to keep my mind focused on the thought of a Guards commission, instead of the overstuffed trollop lounging before me. Taking a step forwards, I coughed lightly and bowed sweepingly to Queen Sella. “O Flower of the land and sea, O morning star of Dumnovia, your most gracious majesty honors me with your summons.”

The Queen squinted at me drunkenly, then glanced at her handmaidens, then back at me. “Who the fuck are you?” she slurred.

“Corporal Callum, Your Majesty, reporting as requested,” I replied after a moment’s hesitation. “Of His Majesty’s third regiment of lancers. I was advised that…”

“Oh,” mumbled the Queen, cutting me off with a dismissive gesture. “Right, yeah, the boy.” She picked up her goblet of wine, and shrewd (if slightly glassy) eyes met mine over the rim as she took a drink. A tiny rivulet of purple trickled carelessly down her rounded chin, dripping onto the pale globes of her breasts. Polishing off the cup with a final slurp, Sella handed it to one of her maids. Then she closed her eyes and wriggled her hips, scooting backwards on the couch to a more comfortable lounging position. As she flopped heavily down against a pillow, only her rounded belly did not jiggle. Letting out a grunt of discomfort, the Queen put one hand against the firm bulge to steady it as it bounced.

I tried subtly to adopt a more dashing pose. One hand went to my belt, near the hilt of my sword, and the other I lifted oratorically. “It is an honor indeed to be called to the Queen’s presence. Is there… aught I might do for you, your maj-“

“Ow, shut up a minute,” blurted the Queen, rubbing her swollen belly. Up I shut. “Yeah, Chel,” mumbled Queen Sella to the handmaiden in yellow, “I should have quit with three. Fuck.” The young woman at the Queen’s side averted her eyes demurely, though a smile toyed at her lips.

Puzzled, I shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. I was missing something here. What was going on?

Finally Sella turned her eyes back on me. “You, guard,” she said. I, having started to get worried that she was just going to send me away, smiled and bowed courteously. “Yeah, I need some service.” The Queen draped her plump, bracelet-adorned arms across the back of the couch, and slowly smiled. Her expression made me suddenly uneasy. “I got court this afternoon,” Sella went on, in a brash drawl. “That old fart wants me there for a knighthood ceremony.” I started to nod, but she continued. “I been with minotaurs though.”

I froze in surprise, then managed to stammer, “Do I understand your majesty that… you have… dallied with a…?”

Queen Sella closed her eyes again, brushing her hair out of her face with one pale, chubby hand. “Yeah, I got fucked,” she commented flatly. Her handmaidens stifled giggles.

“A tryst with a minotaur?” I echoed stupidly. My eyes went to her puffed-out belly.

“Well, no,” she said. “Four minotaurs.” Sella rubbed at her swollen middle, then winced. “Saints above, I am so fucking full of cum. I got spunked bad.” The Queen broke suddenly into a raunchy, drunken laugh. “I’m backed up to the eyeballs with this shit!”

Now I understood. Sometimes women will bed a minotaur, because they can’t breed on humans. Bull-men aren’t supposed to be much in the way of lovers – pumping away with no technique until they blow their bags and wander off. But their equipment is exactly dikmen escort what you’d expect, and their loads are a hell of a lot bigger than a man’s too. The drunken slut must have just called them in and let them hammer away on her huge ass. In her state, they probably wouldn’t have done much more than just frustrate her… come to think of it, that would explain why she had sent down for a young man. And so Waring’s smirk. He knew he was sending me up for sloppy seconds, or maybe in this case fifths. Well, okay, fine.

“And now… it is your majesty’s pleasure to take sport with me?” I asked, in a low voice, trying to give her a rakish, seductive look. Her handmaidens suddenly found somewhere else to turn their gazes, and I could see their cheeks coloring. This I did not like.

“What?” rasped Queen Sella, shifting in her seat and squinting at me. Her breasts jiggled enticingly in the low-necked gown. She grunted, swinging one leg down off the couch into an unladylike spread-legged squat. In this position, the bulge in her belly looked more prominent, bumping up underneath her breasts. Sella put one hand over her mouth for a second, then winced again and massaged her belly gently. It didn’t wobble like a fat girl’s does – it rolled back and forth with a slow sloshing motion. Then Queen Sella wiggled her big, rounded ass a little, flexing her hips. Bracing them for a good fuck, I anticipated, my cock beginning to swell and press hard against my breeches.

“No, no,” she said finally, snapping her fingers and gesturing for another cup of wine. “Like I said, I gotta appear at court in a while. Look at me. I can’t go stuffed full of jism like this.” A wicked smile creased her plump face. “No matter how good it feels.” The Queen pressed slightly against her swollen bulge, then shivered, her breasts jiggling. “You wouldn’t believe how much those bastards pumped into me. I’m packed full. Feels like I’m pregnant again.”

“I– I don’t understand, Your Majesty,” I blurted, feeling nervous and stupid.

The Queen glared at me over the rim of her goblet again before taking a drink. “What’s not to understand?” she said in a flat, crass voice, not bothering to meet my gaze. “Your Queen requires your services.” She slapped her belly lightly. It made a taut, drum-like thump. “I’ve got a cunt full of spunk. I need you to get it out so I can get dressed for Court.”

I was speechless.

Sella passed the cup back and, squinting at the exertion, scooted her swollen body closer to the edge of the couch. Then she reached for her wine again, matter-of-factly tugging up her purple gown as she drank. The rich material jerked upwards, revealing first plump, shapely calves, then the huge, curvaceous hips that good living and the bearing of many children had given her. Whatever undergarments she had been wearing were gone. Above this was a great soft, pale expanse, a soft, plump belly now bloated into a gravid bulge from the huge volume of seed gurgling inside her. Sella finally dropped the dress into a bunched-up heap atop the swollen mound.

With another grunt the Queen hoisted her exposed legs up, hooking her heels onto the rim of the couch, then unceremoniously spread her fat thighs open wide. The great portal peeled open to reveal her glistening, still-dripping pussy. Almost immediately came the ripe scent of sweat, sex, and the juices of a slut in the prime of her age. The passage of time (and royal heirs) had obviously given her the large, swollen lips, but her half-beast lovers had left her red-tinged cunt looking ravaged and exhausted. The glistening flaps hung loosely, still beaded with droplets of her own juices, but her passage was open and stretched-out, easily the width of my wrist. Not far up her cunt, however, it was blocked by a great creamy mass, white as bone, which was oozing very slowly down out of the Queen’s spunk-packed depths.

“M-majesty…” I stammered, staring at this carnal spectacle. My knees actually felt weak. “Surely you cannot want… Highness, could you not just… express your… your burden?”

The Queen lasciviously wiggled her ass, though her attention was on the new plate of pastries the handmaiden in blue had just brought to her. “Ginnie tried pushing on me already. Hurts too bad. And I can’t wait for it to leak out on its own.” Picking up an eclair, she leaned back against a pillow. “So get in there, boy, and suck that cream out of me.”

Still I hesitated, trying to think of something to say.

“Hurry up!” the Queen barked.

Numbly I knelt before her. Sella’s swollen pussy seemed enormous up close, as wide as my whole face. At the top, her marble-sized nub poked stubbornly through the slick draperies surrounding it. I dared not test the Queen’s patience any longer, so I gripped the mighty thighs and buried myself slowly in her. Pressing my face as close against Sella’s slick, juicy flesh as I could, I kissed my lips to hers and gingerly sucked at her gash. I remember closing my eyes tightly elvankent escort and cringing.

The Queen made almost no sound at all, except perhaps a grunt of approval, but she grew wet right away, bathing my face in spicy juices. A moment later, a flood of salty, tangy spunk oozed into my mouth as her pussy began to give up its load. The backed-up loads of four minotaurs just kept coming and coming, draining down out of her, and I lapped until my tongue ached and tried to suppress my shudders of disgust and panicked thoughts of drowning. The hot spunk was thick as glue, and came gurgling out in globs and bubbles as it drained out of the Queen’s steaming depths and into me.

Every so often I would wrench my face from Sella’s cavernous cunt to gasp for air. I couldn’t see the Queen’s face over the rounded heap of her belly, but the emptying platter and the new, deeper gurgle inside her told me that she was eating a snack while I worked on her. I tried to keep my ears free of her great thighs, hoping every moment to hear the command to stop. Instead, she chatted away with her ladies-in-waiting and ignored me.

“Does it look like rain, Chel?” I heard her say. “I was gonna ride with Lady Belminster this evening before supper, but I’ll want the shuttered carriage if there’s any chance of a storm.”

I didn’t hear the softly-voiced response over my own slurping. The flood of cum continued to drain out of her, and I gulped desperately to keep up.

“Yeah, she’s a fat old bore,” barked the Queen. “Ten to one she starts in about her gardens again. If I have to fucking hear – ah – ah –” Her words broke off, and a moment later she sneezed violently. Sella’s whole body convulsed – her huge thighs gripped my head painfully for a moment, as her spasming belly suddenly bore down and squeezed out a gigantic wad of bullspunk. I felt my cheeks suddenly bulge out with the sour goo, and then it was in my throat.

Choking, I flung myself backwards onto the floor. As I coughed up wads of cum I could hear the handmaidens’ sudden shrieks of laughter, combined with the Queen’s own raunchy braying.

“You were wrong, Ginnie,” smirked the Queen. “Looks like there is one eclair left! Robert here has been enjoying it, though, and maybe he bit off more than he could chew. Too much cream in your pastry, honey?” Her companions giggled.

“Corbet, ma’am,” I tried to gasp. My own stomach was packed with cum now, and hurt every time I coughed.

“Sure,” slurred Sella dismissively. She poked at her midsection, which had now deflated to little more than a bulge behind her plump potbelly. “Good so far,” she mumbled. “Feels much better getting that cum out of there.” The Queen patted at herself. “Fuck. Not doing that again. At least not that many. Chel, stop me before number four next time.”

“Your majesty did not actually give the last permission,” Chel said demurely. “He, ah, coupled with you right after his fellow, without pausing first to ask.”

The Queen seemed to find this funny. “I guess you don’t bring the big-balled bastards in for conversation.” She laughed and scratched at her navel.

I began to pull myself to my feet, and to recover what dignity I could with a stomach full of hot seed. “I hope, your majesty, that…” I began. My throat felt clogged with spunk.

“No, stay down there,” interrupted the Queen, rising slowly from her couch. “Don’t want to leak all afternoon. Eat the rest out.” Before I could do anything, she made her way clumsily over to where I still lay on the floor, holding her skirt bunched up in her hand. With a grunt and a muffled curse, she stepped unsteadily over me and straddled my head. Sella looked like a great mass of velvet and flesh blocking out the light, and a big droplet of cream was forming above me in her still-gaping pussy.

“Highness, wait – ” I started, but she began to squat down. Her dress fell to the floor all around my head. I could no longer see, but I could feel and smell her enormous cunt bearing down on me.

After that there was nothing but the steaming darkness and the weight of her pressing down on my face. I was buried up to my cheeks in her fleshy lips, and my whole world was the salty tang of sweat and pussy juices and the crushing burden of her fat thighs squashing down on me. I tried hard to breathe in through my nose, but my frantic gasping did little more than slurp and bubble at her slick flesh. I could hear nothing now, not even the quiet gurgles of the Queen’s stomach. All the while I sucked desperately at Sella’s gooey depths, trying to gulp the thick globs of spunk reluctantly yielded up by her ravaged pussy down into my protesting gut. Soon I began to grow dizzy, smothered under her huge bulk, but her juices began to run thin and sweet. I hoped desperately that she would be satisfied, and release me soon before I suffocated.

All of a sudden I felt her shift, and start to rock gently back and forth. This broke the suction slightly, allowing one frantic gasp of stifling, pussy-scented air. Then she bore down hard, squeezing her thighs sharply together until my skull throbbed and ached. With one last mighty shudder, her cunt gave up the rest of its load – one huge spurt of syrup-thick jism that filled my mouth instantly. Feeling myself choking, I gulped and coughed and spluttered, trying to force it down into a stomach already overstuffed with spunk.

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Lorri stood before the bathroom mirror, admiring herself. It had been a couple of days since her golden shampoo. She stroked her luscious, silky hair with the brush, following it with her other hand. She thought the piss soaking had actually made her hair softer and shinier, it probably had something to do with the pH. She focused on the bottom of her hair, not a single split end. She was very proud of that.

She looked up to the mirror and saw him.

She gave a short cry at being startled, she wasn’t expecting him. She turned around, embarrassed she’d been caught primping, she stammered out a few words, her eyes on his feet.

“I… I’m sorry, I didn’t… didn’t know you were coming home for lunch. I haven’t……. haven’t fixed anything.”

She began to slide around him, on her way to the kitchen. He put a strong hand on her shoulder and stopped her.

“No, I hadn’t told you I was coming home.”

He guided her to the toilet and sat her down. He dropped several rubber bands on the counter and picked up a comb.

Without a word he began to comb her hair, parting it off in various ways, she was not sure what he was doing.

He brushed one section of hair smooth, grabbed one of the rubber bands and twisted it around the section of hair. He put the band on very tight, winding it several times.

He repeated the same steps several more times then stepped back to admire his work, and laughed heartily at her.

“Shit, you look fucking STUPID! Get over here and look at yourself in the mirror.”

Lorri stood up and looked. He had parted her hair straight down the center of her head, from forehead to nape. He had divided her silky hair into six distinct ponytails, two in back, like pigtails, one on each side of her head and two in front, but he had placed the rubber bands at uneven lengths. Of the two in back, one band was placed about four inches from her nape, the other at six inches. The pony on the left side had the band set about eight inches down, the one on the right at five inches. On top he had taken all of the hair from the crown and brushed it forward, these two ponytails were set evenly, about three inches from the hairline at the forehead, they hung down on either side of her face giving her the look of a grasshopper with droopy antennae.

Again he laughed.

He stepped up behind her and bent her over the vanity, ankara yabancı escort he lifted the black leather skirt he made he wear around the house, she wore no panties,

he shoved his already hard cock up her ass and moaned at its tightness.

He was hard but dry… her pain was electrifying…she shivered.

He began to thrust.

Again and again.

She slid her hand towards her wet pussy, he grabbed her wrist and slammed her hand on the counter top.

“Did I TELL you that you could touch yourself SLUT?”

“No.” She whispered.

“No WHAT, you fucking CUNT?”

“No SIR.”

He began slamming her ass again.

“This one is just for ME. Now tighten your fat ass BITCH!”

He pounded again and again, he grabbed one of the ponytails in back and pulled hard, her head yanked back.

He moaned and she could feel his hot cum shooting up her ass, he bent over her, panting.

He stood and withdrew his now limp cock from her throbbing, raw ass.

“I have to go back to work bitch, clean me up, I don’t want to go back smelling like a fucking slut’s asshole!”

She reached for the washcloth, he slapped it from her hand.

“Not with that, stupid bitch, with your MOUTH!”

She tenderly lifted his sticky, wet cock and began to lick it.

“Lick it clean!”

She did.

Before he left for work he gave her two orders, her hair was to remain in this style until he returned home after work, and she was to follow his orders in the envelope on the kitchen table.

Lorri opened the envelope and read the directions. She grabbed the car keys and went out the door.

She looked in the rear view mirror while at the stoplight. She looked ridiculous, ponytails in every direction and the “antennae” drooping over her face. She glanced at his note.

1. GO TO CAR SPA ON WEST SAHARA AND GET THE CAR WASHED.

WHEN YOU PAY THE PIMPLY FACED GEEK FOR THE WASH, ASK HIM IF HE LIKES OLDER WOMEN

ASK HIM IF HE LIKES YOUR HIP NEW HAIRDO

WINK AT HIM AND LICK YOUR LIPS

As she drove the sparkling clean car away, her face flushed with embarrassment, she watched in the rearview mirror as the car wash attendant motioned for her to come back. He had told her he had a back room where they could go for some “fun.” bahçelievler escort He must’ve been all of seventeen. She was relieved the note had not said she had to fuck him.

She picked up the note.

2. GO TO THE SALON AT THE BELLAGIO

WALK UP TO THE RECEPTION DESK AND TELL THEM YOU WOULD LIKE TO PURCHASE A BOTTLE OF SHAMPOO.

WHILE THE RECEPTIONIST IS RINGING IT UP, ASK HER IF SHE LIKES YOUR HAIRDO.

TELL HER YOU ARE TRYING TO START A FASHION TREND AND YOU PREDICT THAT SOON SHE WILL SEE THE STYLISTS AT THE SALON DOING STYLES EXACTLY LIKE YOURS.

As she was walking out of the gorgeous, gilded salon with her $20 bottle of shampoo she heard the receptionist remark to one of the stylists

“Oh my god! Quick, come here and catch a look at this crazy woman’s hair! And you won’t believe what she said to me.”

Lorri got on the crowded elevator, her face beet red, she didn’t even notice the expressions on the faces of the people in the elevator.

Back in her car, she again picked up the note.

3. GO TO RALEY’S GROCERY ON WEST SAHARA

PICK UP A GALLON OF VANILLA ICE CREAM, A SQUEEZE BOTTLE OF HONEY AND 3 BOXES OF TROJAN RUBBERS.

AT THE CHECKOUT ASK THE GIRL IF SHE LIKES YOUR HAIRDO

POINT TO THE RUBBERS AND SAY TO HER

“I’M PLANNING ON A FUN NIGHT TONIGHT… I’M A SLUT”

Lorri practically ran out of the grocery, almost dropping her bag of items, almost embarrassed to tears. She thought the teenaged girl at the checkout was going to die laughing when she’d told her she was a slut. She couldn’t believe the girl had actually said “Well, yeah, I’d say you are!”

That was the last item on her list, she drove home. He was there when she walked in. She put the ice cream in the freezer.

He yelled for her to come to the spare bathroom. Once there he made her strip. He sat her in a chair in front of the mirror.

“Did you do as I instructed?”

She nodded.

“How did it make you feel, slut?” He demanded.

“Embarrassed” She whispered, her eyes in her lap.

“What? Do you mean you don’t like this hairstyle? Would you like to change it now?”

She nodded, “Please Sir.”

He laughed and said with a sneer “You should be careful what you wish for.”

He produced a pair of scissors, they were balgat escort the large, long shears she used for cutting cloth when she sewed.

He handed them to her and said “You will change your hairdo. You will cut your pretty little ponytails off. Right at the rubber bands. Cut them so the band stays on the cut off piece, so I can keep the tail as a tribute.”

Lorri hesitated.

He stood up. “BITCH! I SAID CUT YOUR FUCKING HAIR OFF…NOW!”

She reached to the right side and slowly began to snip through the ponytail, as soon as it was off he snatched it out of her hand and twirled it over his head, laughing. She removed the left pony, handing him the severed locks, then she removed the front two “antennae.”

Lorri was having trouble reaching the ponytails in back. He threw his handful of hair on the counter and snatched the shears from her.

“Oh for chrissakes, give me those you STUPID CUNT!”

He grabbed the first tail and jerked her head back, he chopped, more than snipped through it and tossed the cut piece into her lap and began to work on the other one. She toyed with the ponytail in her lap, it was at least 7 or 8 inches long, so soft and silky.

He grabbed a handful of hair at her crown and jerked her head up so she could see in the mirror.

She was horrified! Her once beautiful sheet of hair was now mangled, chopped in ragged uneven lengths. Her bangs hanging to her eyes, her hair to her shoulders in one spot, down her back in another. She began to cry.

He turned to leave, saying “Shut the fuck up BITCH. You aren’t done yet…. get dressed”

Once she was dressed he gave her one more note. It said:

YOU WILL GO TO THE MASTERCUTS IN MEADOWS MALL

YOU WILL REQUEST A STYLIST CALLED “CHOCOLATE”

SHE IS WAITING TO MEET YOU, SHE HAS BEEN TOLD YOU MESSED UP YOUR OWN HAIR.

Lorri saw the shocked look on Chocolate’s face.

The stylist shook her head and said “Whew! Honey, your husband said you really messed it up but he didn’t say you had done THAT bad of a job! What were you trying to do sugar? Cut layers in it?”

Lorri just nodded. Chocolate laughed a gentle laugh and told her she’d fix her up. She cautioned that she’d most likely have to cut some short layers but that she’d salvage as much as she could.

An hour later Lorri was walking out of the mall, her hair once again in a presentable style. Chocolate had to cut it to her shoulders and it was cut completely in layers, but it was once again bouncy and sexy and swingy.

Lorri got in the car and looked in the rearview mirror. Her hair hadn’t been this short for years, but it looked good. She’d get used to this length she was sure.

The sun was going down as she drove home to him.

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After an epic Thanksgiving weekend, I am sitting at my computer typing this recap of our weekend. I am wearing a short skirt and white lace panties. Brandi is sitting nearby, reading over my shoulder from time to time, and correcting my recollection of events.

*

On Thanksgiving morning, we always run a 5K. Brandi looked exquisite in her yoga pants and athletic top. She gave me a pair of pantyhose and silk t-shirt to wear under my sweats. We met up with friends at the race, and she introduced me to her coworker Malcolm. He was tall, athletic and African American. He was running in shorts and a tank top, despite the cold weather. When the five K kicked off, the three of us ran together for a while but eventually I fell back and they were better runners than me. The pantyhose were sliding on my shaved legs and ass and it was turning me on.

I could see Brandi and Malcolm ahead of me and they would occasionally look back at me before both smiling and turning back. They really seemed to be sharing an inside joke. There was some casual contact between them as well, which made me wonder if she’d slept with him already or if we were just leading up to it. I’ve long fantasized about being her cuckold — it’s probably the only stage of her ownership of me that we haven’t already tried.

They were waiting for me at the finish line and cheered my across the line. My time wasn’t bad, but they’d been done long enough to finish a water of bottle they were sharing. It seemed more intimate than I expected, but I knew this was the weekend when things may well become very different for us. Malcolm met us back at our house, where my mother in law was watching the turkey. Brandi offered to let Malcolm use our shower and she handed me some towels to bring him. I walked into our master suite and he was batıkent escort struggling to figure out the controls of the shower. I helped him get it set up, and he casually dropped his shorts in front of me and stepped in. His body was magnificent and his cock was an impressive 7″ or so, even while flaccid. He made casual conversation as he showered and while it was awkward to be in his naked presence it would have felt more so to leave. So we talked, about sports, our jobs, even a little politics.

Later on, as we were finishing our Thanksgiving feast, Brandi suggested Malcolm stay for the football game. He and I were having fun together, so I didn’t object. The rest of our family left after we ate and the late Thanksgiving game was just starting. Brandi changed into a more casual outfit that consisted of an oversize Cowboys jersey, and quite possibly little else. Her nipples were poking the nylon jersey, and since she rarely wears panties, I doubted she had any on now.

The Cowboys scored early and she was pretty excited. On the touchdown she jumped up and raised a fist. This confirmed for both of us that she had nothing on under the jersey, as it billowed up, exposing her. She giggled, blushed a little and whispered something in Malcolm’s’ ear. He had a surprised look, so I asked her what she told him. After hesitating, and biting her lower lip she said, “I told him you were the only one wearing panties in this house.” Now it was my turn to blush.

Malcolm’s eyes were locked on mine. “Come on man, don’t be embarrassed. I know you enjoyed looking at me in the shower. That’s why I kept talking to you. Embrace your feminine side.”

Malcolm suggested that, if the Bills scored, I’d have to show off my panties. Brandi seconded the beşevler escort notion just as the Bill completed a long pass for a touchdown. “Come on, baby, give us a little striptease.”

I decided to go for it, knowing I’d already promised Brandi I’d do anything she asked this weekend. I stood and seductively swayed as I unbuttoned my shirt and let it slip off on the floor. I raised my arms above my head as I danced, and Malcolm noticed I didn’t have any hair on my upper body. “That’s so sexy, how you got all smooth for us.”

I slowly unbuttoned my jeans and pantomimed lowering them without doing so. I was pretty wrapped up in my striptease show for them that I barely noticed Brandi rubbing Malcolm’s cock through his pants. Eventually, I dropped my jeans, and stood, pantied, hairless and turned on.

“I don’t even recognize those panties,” Brandi commented. “Did you buy them yourself?”

I nodded.

I stood entranced as she undid Malcolm’s pants and pulled out his hardening cock. She stroked it lovingly and crooked her finger at me, beckoning me closer. I knelt in front of them and, without giving me time to think, Brandi pushed his magnificent cock into my mouth. I lavished it with love, moving up and down. It felts so sexy and naughty in my mouth and I could feel my cock poke out of my white lace panties.

Brandi, caressed my cock with her foot and whispered, “I knew you’d love it. You are such a sexy little cocksucker.”

Malcolm was breathing ragged and I could tell he was close. He let out a yell and filled my mouth with his cum. I swallowed what I could, but it was dripping out of my mouth. Brandi’s hands were in my hair, and she was encouraging me to take it all. I swallowed the last of his cum, and licked büyükesat escort my lips as I fell back on my heels. Brandi kissed me deep and hard. The football game was forgotten.

Brandi led us both to our bedroom. She and I sucked Malcolm together, passing his cock back and forth, until we got him hard enough to fuck Brandi. Never have I felt as submissive or as turned on as when I guided his cock into my wife’s pussy. He was lying on his back and she was riding him. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy as he was reaching places I had never gotten to. She pulled my head to her chest and I sucked on her nipple, gently biting as she began cumming. I don’t know if she ever stopped cumming as Malcolm kept going through multiple orgasms. I didn’t know this woman; she seemed possessed and she was screaming louder than I’d ever heard her.

Finally, Malcolm announced he was going to cum and she pressed down hard on him, to dispel any notion he would pull out. With a roar, he filled her married white pussy with his cum. She rolled off, with a peaceful look on her face that made me love her even more. Even after everything that had happened. She kissed me softly, told me she loved me. She pushed my head down and I suckled her nipples. She kept pushing and I realized she would ensure we completed the cuckolding. Her pussy was a mess, swollen and dripping cum. I kissed her pussy lips and licked the cum off her, trailing down toward her ass, gathering the cum that had already run out. I travelled back up to her pussy and pushed my tongue inside her. I was rewarded with a big glob of Malcolm which I swallowed greedily. She held my head in place and ground against me, bringing herself to her fourth or fifth orgasm. As her pussy spasmed, it pushed out the last of the cum and it was almost like when he came in my mouth, there was so much it dripped down my chin.

I moved up to kiss Brandi but she and Malcolm were both sleeping now. I covered them up and walked to the kitchen, still wearing only my white lace panties. My cock was still as hard as ever. Too bad I was forbidden from masturbating. I didn’t figure this was the weekend to break her rules.

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Jack woke up from his deep slumber in their hotel bed to the sound of the shower running. He yawned and stretched, assisting himself in his change of consciousness from sound asleep to slowly rolling himself out of bed. He put his two feet firmly on the floor, steadied himself, yawned once more, and walked slowly to the door separating their temporary bedroom from their temporary bathroom. He grasped for the door’s handle, twisted it, and opened the door.

Stacy was still in the shower. He looked through the glass barrier and she smiled at him. Her hands were both on her head rubbing in what appeared to be conditioner. He admired her large wet breasts through the fog that had created a translucent barrier from her full view. He could make out her dark tuft of pubic hair hiding from full view through the same fog.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Jack directed at his wet naked wife through the glass barrier.

“Good morning to you too!” Stacy replied before she tilted her head back into the gusts of water falling from the showerhead to rinse the conditioner out.

Jack again admired her naked silhouette through the glass as the water traveled down her curves to the drain below. He turned around to the sink and grabbed his toothbrush and the Colgate tube they had brought from home. He squirted a line of the blue gel on the bristles before beginning the morning routine of ensuring his teeth were cleaned for the day ahead and his breath was fresh. After a minute of two of brushing, he spit the now light blue foam from his mouth and rinsed with the cool water from the faucet.

As he started to turn around he heard the shower stop. Stacy opened the door just enough to grab her towel to begin the process of drying her freshly cleaned body. They chatted through the glass barrier for a couple of minutes as to what the day entailed. Once she was adequately dried off, Stacy stepped out of the shower and into the main area of the bathroom. She wrapped the white crisp hotel towel around her breasts and the slightly too small linen hung ever so slightly above the very bottom of her womanhood. Jack looked down to catch a peak.

“Hey, eyes up here,” Stacy directed him. He looked back up at her and smiled. “That’s better.”

“Well, I’m gonna jump in the shower now while you get ready,” Jack said. “After that, brunch followed by the show.” Jack had surprised Stacy with yet another gift of two tickets to a musical that was currently in town based on one of their favorite movie franchises.

At around 10:45 a.m., they left their hotel room, took the elevator down to the main floor, and walked out onto the sidewalk to start the second day of their anniversary weekend. They decided to get brunch at a spot they had been to on various occasions in the past. It never disappointed and always had something new and fresh on the menu. This time was no different. They sat at the diner for an hour or so and filled their bellies with the creative items and each enjoyed a couple mimosas as one tends to do at a Saturday brunch. They finished up and paid the tab. It was just after noon and the musical was at 1:00. They had a little time to kill so they browsed around a few boutique shops before heading to the theater.

Jack presented their tickets on his phone to the ticket taker and they found their seats. Jack had splurged and got two seats around ten rows back from the stage and just left of center. Stacy got situated in her seat and Jack went to the concession stand to order a couple of glasses of wine to sip while they enjoyed the show. Five minutes later he returned and handed one glass to his wife and kept one for himself. He sat down in his seat on her left side. “Happy anniversary, sweetie. I love you,” he whispered to her as the house lights dimmed and the music started to crescendo starting the show.

The couple sat quietly and took in the show as it played out on the stage not more than 20-30 feet away. Jack reached out with his right hand and held Stacy’s left for much of the theatrics. Ninety minutes or so into the show intermission occurred. Stacy wiggled out of her seat and stood up to stretch. Jack did the same thing and placed his hand softly on her round bottom guiding her gently down the aisle to stretch their legs and bodies in the concession area.

“I’m gonna need to run and take a pee,” Stacy said to Jack. “Two mimosas and that glass of wine will do that to a girl!”

“Jack laughed, “Well honestly I need to do the same. W can just meet back at the seats.” he suggested. “Did you want me to get us anything? I’m sure the men’s room line will be quicker anyhow,” Jack asked.

“Um, sure, just a Coke.” Stacy replied.

“You got it. See you in a few,” Jack said. The couple then walked off in separate directions to take care of the necessary bathroom business. Jack got to the back of the line for the men’s room and started to wait his turn. As he anticipated, however, things seemed to move quickly. In almost no time he was no longer in the line outside of demetevler escort the bathroom but had made it to the inside line.

Jack watched the backs of a dozen or so men lined up at individual urinals taking care of their business. He laughed to himself when he noticed when a guy took a little too long to start than one would in the comfort and privacy of one’s own bathroom. Your basic male stage fright. Jack thought back to the first few times Stacy had peed in front of him for his sexual gratification. It would seemingly take forever for her to get going. The anticipation would drive him nuts but in a good way. These days though, that fright was mostly gone and she would only take a little extra time to tease him on purpose.

Finally, he was next in line to use a urinal. He watched the men trying to figure out who would finish first. At last, a taller man at the second to the last urinal on the right seemed to be finishing up. He saw the man’s right arm moving signifying the shake it off moment as his piss came to an end. Jack wondered suddenly what that man was packing. As he watched and waited his turn, the man turned around before he had put his package fully away. Jacked looked in awe at the enormity of what was still hanging out of this man’s pants. His jaw must have dropped and he felt the man’s eyes looking his way. Jack caught his glance and saw the man smirk. “Had he done that on purpose? Was he showing off for whoever might want to look?” Jack thought to himself as he walked to the now vacant urinal to take his turn.

Jack unzipped his pants and pulled out his manhood to take this much needed piss. He had gotten semi erect he noticed but luckily it wasn’t enough to affect his ability to take care of the business at hand. He finished up, shook it off, and zipped up. He headed to the sink and washed his hands thoroughly before exiting the bathroom and headed to the concession area. He grabbed a Coke for Stacy and an IPA for himself and walked back to their seats.

Jack sipped his beer as he waited for his wife to return, which she did only about five minutes later. The announcement came over the speakers indicating the show would be starting again in five minutes. Once Stacy was situation in her seat again, Jack handed her over her Coke. “Thank you,” she stated.

“So, something weird happened in the bathroom,” Jack whispered. “This guy was peeing at the urinal and turned around before he had put it away if you know what I mean.”

“Oh yeah? Tell me more,” Stacy whispered back.

“Well two things – one, this dude was big. Like big big. I’ve never seen anything like that in real life. Thick. Long. Well, you get the idea. Two – he sort of caught me looking I think and smirked right at me. I think he was showing it off on purpose. I mean, I would if I had that thing hanging between my legs,” Jack rambled on.

“Well sounds like you had quite the exciting bathroom break, honey,” Stacy giggled. As she finished her sentence, the house light dimmed and the second half of the show began.

Just over an hour later, the show was complete. Jack and Stacy and the rest of the audience stood up and applauded the actors on stage. As things came to a finale, the audience began to file out and leave the theater. Jack and Stacy walked side by side to the exit doors and left the theater and were back outside. It was still bright and sunny and warm.

“So, now what?” Stacy asked.

“Well, we have nothing but time. Our dinner reservations are at 8:00 p.m. so we can do pretty much anything we want. Although, a nice snack is probably a good idea,” Jack shared his thoughts.

“Agreed. I’m already a little hungry. Let’s do that,” Stacy concurred.

They checked the maps app on their phones and found a bar not too far away and it was also on the way back to their hotel, which they would need to stop by to get ready for dinner with a change of clothes and some freshening up. The couple walked hand in hand the two or three blocks until they reached their destination. Along the way, Jack couldn’t help notice all the good looking people out and about on this perfect summer weekend afternoon. They reached the front entrance to the bar and pushed through the revolving door. They stepped inside to the host stand to inquire about a table.

“Hi there! Welcome to The Den. How can I help you two today?” inquired the host behind the podium.

Stacy admired her as she spoke. She noticed her nametag indicated she was Bethany. Bethany was the same height as Stacy. She had dark reddish black hair from what Stacy could only imagine was a very good stylist. It landed just below her chin with a slight curve upwards. She had on more makeup than Stacy would ever wear but it looked like a professional must’ve done it for her or she was simply that good at applying her own. She was wearing tight black pants and a dark red sleeveless button up blouse that hugged every one of her curves. Her cleavage poked out and teased both of the new bar dikmen escort guests.

“Um,” Stacy stammered a bit as she caught her composure. “We were just looking for a seat at a bar table to grab an appetizer or two and some drinks.”

“Sure thing. Let me grab a couple of menus and follow me right this way,” Bethany smiled back. Stacy went first behind her with Jack trailing behind. He smiled knowing his wife was surely now checking out Bethany’s backside as he had noticed she had already been checking out her front.

Bethany led them to a perfect for the occasion – a high top table in the not quite full bar section. “Here are your menus. Drinks are on the back. Your server should be here any minute. Is there anything you needed right away?” Bethany asked.

“We are great at the moment,” Jack replied for them both. He sensed Stacy was still lost in her own thoughts. And with that, Bethany walked back to her host stand. Jack’s back was to her but Stacy’s wasn’t. Jack watched his wife’s eyes as she stared at Bethany as she walked away.

“Ahem. I am right here, sweetie,” Jack broke Stacy out of her apparent trance.

“Yeah I know, what?” Stacy shot back.

“Oh nothing. Just couldn’t help notice you seem to take a liking to Bethany,” Jack replied.

“She’s stunning. Like nothing on her is out of place,” she stated back at Jack. “At least I’m not staring at a big dick in a men’s bathroom.”

“Hey! I wasn’t staring. It just caught my eye. Like when you see a Ferrari on the street – you gotta look you know,” Jack somehow explained himself.

“You’re weird. What should we eat?” Stacy steered the conversation back to the task at hand.

They ordered their food and drank a couple of beers before deciding it was probably time to get going. Stacy admired Bethany one last time as they walked out. Jack did too of course. They walked back outside and the sun was still shining and the air was still warm against their skin. Ten minutes later, they were back at their hotel.

Jack slumped down onto the living room chair but before he could even get situated, he heard Stacy calling his name from the other room. He stood up and walked to the bedroom following the sounds of her voice. He realized she was in the bathroom and went in. To his surprise, she stood there completely naked except for her bra that remained on squeezing her ample breasts together and a pair of sexy red high heels on her feet. “I need your help,” she stated without any additional instructions.

“Okay, I’m here. What can I help you with?” Jack inquired.

“I can’t decide which panties to wear,” she explained back turning her eyes to the counter top.

Jack looked over and saw three pairs of her panties, none of which he immediately recognized. Apparently she had bought some new ones for their special weekend. They all looked somewhat similar with varying degrees of lace and silky accents. They all appeared to be g-strings or thongs he guessed. There was a blue pair, a black pair, and a yellow pair. “Ummm, I’d say either blue or yellow.”

“Okay, stay right there,” Stacy direct Jack. She began to walk towards him then continued passed. “Follow me.”

Jack was happy to do follow her and admired her naked bottom as she walked. She got to the toilet and sat down and opened her legs. “Come down here. I need your help. Take off your shirt,” she continued to take charge.

Jack again was happy to oblige and knelt down between his wife’s open legs in front of the toilet. He removed his shirt and tossed it to the side. He placed a hand on each of her naked thighs and helped her spread her legs just slightly more open. He looked down as a stream of her warm pale pee began to trickle out. He licked his lips with anticipation.

Stacy looked down at her eager husband. She purposefully held back the powerful stream that needed to be released. Finally she had to let it go and a warm stream shot out down into the toilet and splashed powerfully against the porcelain.

Jack looked on in sexual delight at the erotic private show. He felt his cock stiffening even more than it had when he first stepped in and saw Stacy standing there. The piss came out for what seemed like forever but still came to an end much too quickly.

Stacy stood up in front of Jack, “Clean me, please.”

“Jack lifted his head up to lick the drops of pee that hand landed on her thighs and labia. He began with her left thigh and placed his eager tongue against the quickly cooling urine and helped her clean up her mess. He breathed in deeply and took in her musky womanly scent mixed with the sexy smell of her fresh piss. He deemed her sufficiently cleaned on the left thigh and moved on to the right and performed the same sexy cleanup.

Stacy looked down at her husband and enjoyed the touch of his tongue against her soft sensitive inner thighs. She moaned softly as he started his work on her labia. This was always her favorite part of this ritual for obvious reasons. elvankent escort She felt Jack’s tongue doing a little more to tease her than simply licking up her splashes. Her breathing shortened with the charges of sexual teasing.

Jack pulled back and stood up, “I think you should be good and clean now. I’m gonna go get dressed as well.” He gave her a quick peck on the lips and a squeeze on her bare left butt cheek and started to walk away.

Stacy felt herself wet again but not because Jack did a bad job cleaning her up but because he had done a very good job. “Wait,” she blurted out. “Come back here.”

Jack turned around as he had been instructed. Stacy looked at him with lust in her eyes. He stood there with his jeans and shoes on. His shirt he had just removed at her instruction was balled up in his fist. She admired her husband’s muscular chest and arms. He laughed a little and his abs tightened. “Take your shoes and pants off,” she continued her instructions.

Jack did as he was told and stripped down. “And the boxers,” she directed him one last time. Jack again did as he was told and now stood there fully erect and naked.

Jack watched his wife as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She tossed it to the side and slowly walked closer to her husband. She stood there directly in front of him. He admired her naked body decorated only in high heels and jewelry. She leaned up and kissed him deep. Jack wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in tight. He tasted her breath. Her breasts pushed up against his chest and he could feel her big nipples had already grown hard and pushed deep into his skin. He moaned softly into her kiss and she did the same. He felt Stacy reach down and start to stroke his throbbing erection. She pulled away as she did so and started into his eyes.

“I want you right now,” she said to him with desire.

Stacy then squatted down in front of Jack as she continued to softly stroke him. Jack looked down at her and she looked up. The way she was squatting down opened her legs up wide to his delight. He looked down from her eyes to her womanhood. He moaned loudly as she wrapped her mouth around his full erection. She started slowly up and down, up and down. Each of her hands braced herself on Jack’s thighs. She was using only her mouth to please him. She teased him like this for several minutes.

Jack placed his hand on the back of his wife’s head and encouraged her sucking. He watched as she released her right hand from his thigh and wrapped it around the base of his cock. She gripped him tightly and started to stroke him in rhythm with her lips moving up and down his hard shaft. She moaned as the suddenly saliva soaked member entered deeper and deeper into her eager mouth.

Jack stared down at his wife as she sucked his hard cock. His shaft glistened with his wife’s saliva. She stared right back up at him silently urging him to cum for both of their pleasure.

“Yeah, fuck yeah. That’s feels fucking good. Harder,” he was now directing her and it turned Stacy on even more. Jack watched as his wife slid his entire cock down her throat. Her nose practically rubbed up against his abdomen. He started to rock his hips as Stacy sucked him down hard. His hand was no longer placed gently on the back of her head but he was pulling her back and forth with his thrusts.

Stacy was not so much sucking her husband’s cock at this point as he was fucking her mouth. She liked it. No, she loved it. She was completely lost in an overwhelming sexual energy. She pulled her mouth away just for a moment and looked up at her husband, “I want you to cum down my fucking throat,” Stacy urged him on before sliding her mouth back around his cock. He continued to fuck her deep down her throat. She removed her right hand from his shaft and reached down between her spread open legs and started rubbing her fully exposed clit.

Jack was teetering on the edge of his orgasm, ready to explode into his wife’s wet mouth. “Oh yeah. Yes,” Jack grunted and moaned with each thrust. His left hand was now gripping at the right side of her head. Stacy was busy rubbing her wet pussy building up her own orgasm as he happily shoved his cock in and out of her mouth. Stacy’s moans were evident from her own masturbation as well as from the pleasure she experienced as Jack fucked her mouth.

He finally exploded. He felt his cum shooting deep into his wife’s eager throat. His entire cock was almost engulfed by her as he lost himself in the forces of his climax. Stacy gagged just a little as her eyes watered from the force of his orgasm and the fucking she was taking. Jack’s orgasm slowed to an end. Stacy took her hand away just for a moment to wrap it around his cock and help squeeze out the last remnants of his warm seed. She finally pulled her mouth away and looked up at him. She opened her mouth and showed Jack the volume of his cum she had collected. She then closed her lips, swallowed him down and then stood up. Jack leaned over to meet his wife’s warm wet lips with a deep kiss. He could taste his cock and cum on her lips and tongue.

“Lie down right there,” she directed. Jack didn’t question her. He did exactly as he was told. Stacy knelt down and sat right down on his face. “Lick my pussy and make me cum.”

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My mother was predictably waiting for me when I got home. She wasted no time in asking me how my evening had gone. As you know I get a perverse kick out of doing my best to shock her and I took great delight in not only giving her a detailed blow by blow account plus photos of my assignation with Mary but I also told her about Diane wanting me to smack her bum.

As I described the events it wasn’t hard to see, my mother was becoming aroused. Her nipples had stiffened and were forming little tents in the terry towelling of her bathrobe, as I suspected she was probably naked otherwise. Other telltale signs were she was breathing more heavily and kept moistening her slightly parted lips. Curious I thought and filed it away for future reference.

The next morning we met again in the kitchen over breakfast. Dad as always had left a lot earlier. For the first time in quite a while I noticed my mother was happy!

‘Are you feeling alright mother?’ I asked in a concerned tone.

‘I do actually, why do you ask?’

‘It’s just that you’re smilling and appear happy.’

‘Very funny! What are you up to today? Oh yes you’re seeing Anne aren’t you.’

‘Yes Anne this afternoon, I’ll probably see what Simon is up to first.’

‘Simon. I can’t believe he’s seeing an older women. Do you know who she is.’

‘I think I know her, he said she was a friend of his mothers. Although she doesn’t look it she’s actually a right ‘goer’ according to Simon. Up for anything.’

‘I really don’t know what’s got into every one, I really don’t.’

‘It’s called living mother and also enjoying yourself. You should try it.’

‘Very funny.’ She said again, but I could see I had given her something to think about.

‘I know you’ll deny it but I could tell you were turned on last night as I told you about Mary.’

‘I was just curious and wanted to look out for your welfare.’

‘Oh that’s what it was… my mistake.’ I said as I finished my cereals and put the bowl into the sink. ‘I’ll see you later, time and tide as they say. I’ve always liked the one which goes, ‘to thine self be true.’ I said as I picked up my car keys and left.

Simon was as keen as Rus Escort everyone else to hear how my evening had gone. He was seeing his MILF later and said he was going to see if he set up a three some. To be honest I wasn’t so sure but went along with him, after I was sucked in by his enthusiasm. We found a few scraps in his fridge at lunch time by then I was really looking forward to seeing Anne later. At one I got a text from her checking if I was still coming. I let her know I was.

At two I’d parked on the road out side her house and rang the door bell. Anne opened it a moment later wearing I was pleased to see a short silk dressing gown. Her hard nipples were clearly defined! We kissed hungrily as soon as the door had closed. I undid her gown and pushed it off her shoulders and stepped back to admire her body.

It was as I was looking at her, Anne said she had a little surprise for me. To my questioning look she took my hand and led me through to their lounge. Kneeling on the floor large as life and completely naked was Diane!

‘Wow!’ I thought to myself. Resisting the urge to ask them what was going on I walked over to the kneeing Diane leaned down to kiss her and give her tits a quick feel.

‘Anne, kneel beside Diane.’ I said. When she was I took a moment to look at the two of them, as they sat back on their calves with their hands resting lightly on their thighs. Both with the chests pushed out. A more erotic sight I was sure I’d never see again.

As I watched them, I slowly removed my clothes, forcing myself to take my time, to appear as cool as I could. Something which I have to say was easier said than done. Once I was naked I circled the two of them, touching one here and the other there. I nudged Anne’s mouth with my erection and she sucked me into her mouth. It was easy to see a look of mild envy upon Diane’s face. After a few moments I pulled myself from Anne’s mouth and let Diane suck me into her’s. Realising I had to be ruthlessly fair I was careful to let Diane suck my dick for only as long as I’d let Anne.

I told them to go onto all fours which left their rears completely at my disposal. I fingered them both together which Sincan Escort actually was trickier than I thought it’d be, but did think it was a trick I’d enjoy practising. Diane was by far the wettest so I slipped myself into her first, I fucked her hard and came quicker than I’d expected. I sat back on the couch and told them to come and sit with me.

Anne jumped up quickest, surprise surprise. Diane like me was still getting her breath back. We kissed and cuddled on the couch until I was hard again and I fucked Anne where we were while Diane watched from an arm chair.

Afterwards we chatted about what had just happened and as Anne knew about Mary, about her too. Anne loved the photos as much as Diane did. Around four we got dressed, I dropped Diane off on my way to Simon’s.

It’s unhealthy for a man to keep something like this afternoon bottled up so I headed to Simon’s to unburden my guilt!

If I thought I was going to be able to recharge my batteries in the evening, my hopes were dashed as Simon told me tonight was the only evening his MILF was free all week.

‘Man!’ I said. ‘You’re trying to kill me.’ But nether the less scooted off home to eat shower and change. I was clock watching with half an hour to kill when my mother got home. She asked who was having the pleasure of my company this evening, Diane Susan or Mary? I told her I’d probably not see Mary for a week or so, and on an impulse said I’d seem Anne and Diane this afternoon. It took a few minutes for the penny to drop but when it did the effect was priceless. Do you know I even think I caught a trace of pride on her face! Or was it envy? Either way it was good to see.

‘So who are you seeing then?’ She almost demanded in an uncharacteristic way. I said it was only Simon and smiled. She squinted, not totally believing me, which cut me to the bone!

I went around to Simon’s who looked like a bag of nerves. It took me ages to get out of him what was wrong. Eventually he told me he was getting cold feet about later. It turned out he had about as much desire to be nude and… aroused with me around as I did with him. Houston we have a problem.

We figured the answer Sıhhiye Escort was to keep our shorts on and maybe not watch as the other, got his rocks off… to be totally eloquent.

Which as it happened was a beautifully conceived and executed plan. Wendy was a little tubbier than I’d been expecting but it felt really good to hold her soft belly and plump tits. Simon let me go first. I should add we hardly spoke to Wendy. When she opened her door she looked as happy as Larry when she saw me with Simon. She led us to a bedroom quickly took off what she was wearing and as quickly adopted the position. On her back knees up legs open. All that was missing was landing lights.

Like I said I went first climbed off and Simon had sloppy seconds. Though neither of us are particularly shy, our school had communal showers so we’d seen each other with out clothes innumerable times, we never the less were careful to keep our hardons discreetly hidden. Some things you can’t un-see!

I was dressed by the time he’d finished and using the bathroom. He dressed quickly and we left together barely twenty minutes after we’d arrived. Wendy thanked us both and looked very pleased with herself.

We didn’t talk much as we drove back to his place, I got the impression the event hadn’t quite lived up his imagination. I was home a lot earlier than usual and for once I wasn’t greeted by the Spanish inquisition. I had already decided to keep what had happened with Simon and Wendy a ‘need to know’ event!

Although my mother didn’t quiz me about my evening she did ask me about Mary, specifically what I had planned for her. Wow I thought to myself. I took this as permission to be as descriptive as I could and let her have both barrels as they say. I swear when I’d described every depraved act I could think of, my mother was practically drooling. If I had to choose I’d say it was saying I’d take photos of her especially when she was in degrading positions which excited her the most.

While I was still with her I text Mary to tell her I wanted to see her some time tomorrow. She text back within seconds to say she could be at home at two for an hour. I showed mom the text and she said to tell her to come here at two and smiled, an evil smile but a smile none the less. I sent the text to which Mary just said she’d be there.

Mom left the room with a definite skip in her step… I didn’t find out until the next afternoon exactly why that was.

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