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I’ve been married to my wife Barbara for just over 21 years. We shared an apartment for about a year before we were married and sex was generally uninhibited before the wedding. We put off having any children for a few years while we got on our feet financially. We now have one son and we are very proud of him.

My wife is kind of short – just over five feet tall. Although she says that she is “five feet and a half” what she really means is five-feet and one half inch. She is generally well proportioned and has always had a “killer” ass. I noticed her great butt the first night that I saw her.

After a few dates we started to become more and more intimate. I found that I could hardly keep my hands off her butt. She apparently liked the attention and never complained about the frequent grabs except when we were in public situations where she was sure that somebody could see us. She has always liked body rubs and I usually pay a lot of attention to her back – especially her lower back.

During sex, Barbara occasionally took the upper position. I liked this for a variety of reasons that included the free access to rub and explore her ass. Although she tolerated the rubbing and caressing, when I tried to go a little further, like a slight finger insertion, she always rejected the idea and generally acted ‘turned-off’ by the action. I brought up the subject of anal sex a few times but was immediately rebuffed. She had no interest in it and would not even discuss it at any length.

Eventually we decided to try to have a baby. At first this consisted of her stopping the “pills” and our just having sex as we had always done. After a few months, however, it was obvious that nothing seemed to be happening. Barbara went to the gyno and got checked out – everything seemed OK. I went for a check and all appeared normal. The doctor suggested a sperm count and this was a fun excuse for Barb to give me a nice hand-job. The sperm count showed normal results. Eventually, the doctor suggested that we “Track her cycle” and time our sex to coincide with the “most fertile times.” We had to learn how to do this. It consisted of our taking her temperature every morning before she got out of bed. Then plotting the temperatures on a chart and looking for dips and rises in the graph. The really fun part was that it had to be a rectal temperature.

I was in heaven. Every morning when the alarm clock went off, I would lube up a thermometer, apply a small dab of KY to Barbara’s’ rosebud and then insert and hold the thermometer for three minutes. She always lay on her tummy while this was happening. I had fun – she didn’t seem to mind much and was actually kind of anxious for success in getting her pregnant.

On a couple of occasions, while waiting for the thermometer to “time out” I reached under her crotch and massaged her clit. At first she resisted this but soon gave in and rode my hand to an orgasm. I was hoping that she would somehow connect the thermometer in her ass with a good orgasm and loosen up a bit on the anal sex subject. No such luck. The temperature plotting and timed sex eventually worked, Barb got pregnant and nine months later we had a brand new son.

I’ve had only two occasions to “administer” Fleets enemas to her, once a couple of years before she got pregnant and once about a year and a half ago. On both occasions, the enemas were to relieve constipation and consisted of a mineral oil enema followed by a clear water-cleansing enema. Both occasions were much too clinical for my liking. After trying to force herself to go, she tried laxatives that didn’t work. When the discomfort continued to build she gave in to my “horrible” suggestion and submitted to the ordeal. Both times it went something like this: I went to the local drugstore and picked up the supplies, a Fleet mineral oil and a Fleet cleansing (disposable) enema. Barbara was dead set against buying an enema bag and having “something like that around the house,” to use her words. Although the instructions on the package suggest that the recipient lay on their left side, I convinced Barb to lie flat on her tummy to allow the solution to run in and be effective. I was able to get her to put a pillow under her hips to raise her up a little – wow, what a sight. After some coaxing and discussion we arrived at the moment of truth. I applied a little KY to her pretty pink rosebud and slowly inserted the mineral oil enema tip. I tried to squeeze the bottle as slowly as I could so as to prolong my pleasure at both seeing and doing this. Once the mineral oil was all in, I reluctantly removed the enema tip and then she was supposed to wait for “the urge.” I suggested that I do one of my famous “reach under” clit rubs but she firmly declined.

After what seemed like only a very few minutes, Barb said that it had worked and excused herself to the bathroom to discharge the oil and whatever else came along with it. After she was done, I reminded her that the instructions strongly suggested that she take a water-cleansing Çankaya Escort enema to clear out all the remaining oil. Again she resisted. She said that the oil had done its job and she didn’t need any more attention “back there.” I read the instructions on the box to her and she reluctantly lay down on the bed again. I repeated the process and the offer again. This time she was up and back into the bathroom in what seemed like record time. The subject of enemas has not come up again until very recently.

We continued on with our lives and our very normal sex. Recently, however, I had a personal health crisis that was a little scary. I had to have some minor surgery to remove a cyst from my chest. The doctor had explained that this was pretty routine and that it would be done as a “same day surgery.” But, when they put me under, I had a severe reaction to the anesthesia. My Blood pressure went off scale low, my heart rate climbed and I was unable to wake up. The doctors and nurses did all the right things and I soon responded to their treatment.

Instead of “same day” the hospital stay extended to three days. While I was still in the recovery room, the doctor met with my wife and explained everything to her. Although I’m sure he was trying to be reassuring, he did scare her quite a bit when he asked her if I had a will and if I had a living will and did she know where these documents were. It kinda scared me too!

Well, I lived. While I was in the hospital, Barb and I had a couple of long talks about our lives and the impact of this latest scare. We were in agreement that life is way too short and we should try to enjoy this last third of it as best we can. We resolved to take more time for vacations and to “see the sights” that were within our reach. Then, out of the clear blue sky she said, “I’ve been thinking about that thing that you always wanted to do. I’ll be willing to try it once if it means that much to you.” At first I didn’t know what she was talking about. I must have had a confused look on my face. She looked around to be sure that we were alone, then leaned over and whispered into my ear: “You know, having sex in my butt.”

Talk about miracle cures! I immediately felt two hundred percent better and wanted to be sent home “right now!” It took another day and a half before the doctor felt “comfortable” in letting me go home. Why did I have to stay in the hospital to make him feel comfortable? They let me go on a Thursday just after lunch. I tried to act cool and not bring up the subject of anal sex too soon. After dinner it was soon enough. I thanked her for her consideration in the matter and we actually discussed the subject calmly and rationally. I had a raging hard-on the whole time.

We decided to make a date for it. We thought it through and decided to go on a private weekend to Atlantic City. We would get a nice room at one of the casinos, have a nice dinner, catch a show, do a little gambling and then fuck her ass. Barb and I looked at the calendar and picked a weekend about four weeks out. She told me that she would leave all the details to me and she meant “all the details.” I promised her that I would make it a memorable and pleasant event for the both of us.

Before the weekend arrived I made a few strategic purchases. I bought a big tube of Astroglide, a Fleet mineral oil enema and a tube of preparation-H (in case she was a little sore the next morning). I booked a room at the Taj-Mahal and made dinner reservations at the same place in the Scheherazade restaurant. We would check in early in the afternoon. During the afternoon I planned to walk on the boardwalk, explore some of the other casinos and generally relax. Since they have a pool and health spa with a heated indoor pool, I figured on spending the late afternoon in the water. Around six, we would retire to our room and prepare for dinner at seven thirty to be followed by the nine PM comedy show.

I budgeted two hundred dollars for each of us to gamble with. I know that Barb really likes the slot machines and I prefer Blackjack. I figured the money would last about an hour, so, with any luck, I’d be entering paradise sometime around one in the morning – Eastern Daylight Buttfucking Time. I reviewed my itinerary with Barb (leaving out the time zone reference). She approved. I was so excited that I had trouble concentrating on work, our son, television and our regular sex life. We had four weeks to go – no letting up now. We did our normal things until the weekend finally arrived.

I was ready to go at seven thirty on Saturday morning. Barbara reminded me that it was about a two-hour drive to Atlantic City. She suggested that we leave around eleven thirty at the earliest and that noon sounded more like it. Noon it was! I dropped our son off at one of his friends’ house for the night. They were going to the movies and I was to pick him up again Sunday afternoon. Everything was working out. I put our bags with my ‘strategic supplies’ Keçiören Escort in the car. I checked on them about every hour until it was time to go.

The ride down was uneventful except for Barbara’s frequent reminders to me to keep it under the speed of sound. “We don’t want to ruin this weekend by getting a ticket, do we? ” Valet parking is great but when the bellhop grabbed the suitcase that contained my ‘strategic supplies’ I got a funny feeling that he would loose it, or misdeliver it, or let it fall open right there in the lobby. Nothing bad happened and we found ourselves in our room just before two thirty.

We only stayed long enough to put our things away and then we went out for the tour of the ‘Boards’. We walked down as far as Ballys Park Place. Looked at all the sights and arrived back at our room at about five. We quickly changed into our bathing suits (I had a hard time keeping my hands off her then), donned our ‘terry cloth’ robes and went down to the pool. I kept us pretty much to schedule and we found ourselves seated for dinner right at seven thirty.

The dinner was magnificent. So was the bill. We went in to the show, it was funny – a little raunchy – but funny. When it was over we went out to the gambling floor. I purchased four hundred dollars worth of chips (fives and tens). When I offered half to Barbara, she made me take hers back and get one-dollar coins so that she could play the slots. I told her that I would be at the Blackjack tables and we agreed to look for each other when the money ran out. Talk about a disincentive to win – the faster that I could lose the money the quicker I would be on my way up you-know-where.

My luck held true to form and I was out of chips just after midnight. I walked through the Slot area and spotted Barb sitting on a stool in front of a big brightly lit slot machine. There was one lady sitting next to her of about the same age and size. They looked like a matched set. I walked up to them, nodded to the stranger and kissed Barb on the side of her neck. I also looked straight down – not at her tits – but at the big paper cup that she was holding on her lap.

The damned thing was almost completely full of dollar coins. She hadn’t lost anything and in fact, it looked like she was up on the night. I cautiously ran my hand across her butt while she was still on the stool. I don’t think that the other lady saw me; I don’t think that Barbara even noticed. She just kept slamming the coins into the machine, pushing some buttons faster than I could follow her hands and every once in a while a bunch of coins would tumble out the bottom. The level in the cup remained about constant over the next hour and ten minutes. It was now about a quarter past one and we (I) was behind schedule. (No pun intended).

Her husband finally retrieved the other lady, and we were left alone. After a few minutes Barb turned and looked me straight in the eye. She said, “Do you want to quit while we are ahead or should I keep on playing?” She read my eyes and my body language. She said, “these coins will keep until tomorrow, but you might not. Lets take our winnings upstairs and celebrate.” I grabbed her by the hand and started looking for an elevator. I found one and it seemed that it was the slowest elevator in North America. We finally arrived at our room and I nervously opened the door.

Before she went in, Barb turned to me and said, “welcome to your special night, I love you and I want you to know that I want to give you this special treat.” I almost fainted. We went into the room; she turned on the light in the bathroom and closed the door so that only a crack of light entered the otherwise unlit bedroom. You could see but it wasn’t bright, it was just right. She said, “OK, it’s your lead – tell me what to do.”

I told her to just stand there by the bed. I kissed her long and hard (just like me at that moment). I slowly undressed her and when she was naked I sat her on the bed. I undressed myself in a hurry and joined her on the bed for some more hugging and kissing. I said, “are you ready?” “Yes” was all she said. I kissed her neck, her breasts, her belly and her pussy. I had her lay back and open her legs for me. I went down on that beautiful bush and found her clit right away. I could tell from the heat and the aroma that she was already excited. I continued working my tongue on her button while I slid my hands under her ass cheeks. She brought her legs up against the side of my head and began to buck against my face. She came with a shudder. I kept at my tongue work on her clit while she recovered. I lightened up a little bit but resumed with full vigor when I sensed that she was ready to chase another orgasm. The second one was bigger than the first and she rolled onto her side as the spasms eased off.

I rolled back and told her to lie on her tummy. “We’ve got to do a little housekeeping before we can go any further”, I said. She didn’t say anything Etimesgut Escort and I think that she understood what was about to happen next. She reached up to the top pf the bed and pulled two pillows out from under the covers. She pulled them down to her and put them under her hips as she lay back down on her stomach. Wow, what a sight. I gently separated her butt cheeks and applied a generous dab of Astroglide to her starfish. She didn’t say a word but I thought that I could feel her push back a little against my finger. I uncapped the mineral oil enema and inserted it as slowly and gently as I could.

I detected a little squirm but there was no objection – so I started to squeeze the oil into her. This went pretty quick and I pulled the tip out of her and dropped the bottle to the floor. I said, “I know what to do while we’re waiting for this to work.” I rolled her off the pillows onto her back and dove down on her pussy again. I quickly found where I had been and as I started to lick and suck her clit again I slipped my hands back under her. This time, however, I put the middle finger of my right hand against her rosebud and gently pushed it in up to the first knuckle. Again no protest, in fact she started to let out a soft low moan that sounded like pleasure and not like pain. In almost no time she had her legs wrapped tightly around my head and was bucking like I had never seen before. Barbara came with a little squeal of pleasure. This one lasted longer than the last one and when it was over I could feel her entire body relax.

She spoke very softly and said, “it’s working, I have to go now”. I rolled off of her and she got up and went into the bathroom. I could hear the water running and when she returned to me I could tell that she had washed herself up a little. She resumed her position face down on top of the pillows. I took a position along side of her and rubbed her back and shoulders for a few minutes. I took the Astroglide and put a generous amount in between the crack of her butt. I rubbed it around with my hand and eventually was able to insert first one than two fingers into her. With my other hand, I squeezed a big wad of the stuff onto my rock hard cock and spread it around as well as I could.

It was the moment that I had dreamed of. I knelt behind her in between her legs. I reached down and lifted her by the hips until she was kneeling in front of me. I moved up against her and slid my cock around until I found the soft spot. Not wanting to hurt her, I pushed as slowly and gently as I could. I was going nowhere until suddenly the head of my cock just popped into her. I had made it! I continued to push until about two thirds of my cock was buried in her. I said, “are you OK?” she just moaned – again not a painful moan but a pleasure moan.

I took this as a good sign and I began to move in and out. After about three pushes I could tell that I was all the way in. I was ramming it into her up to the hilt. I cannot describe how good this felt both physically and emotionally. I had waited twenty-one years to get here. She was now pushing back against me as I thrust forward. I reached around under her and started to rub her clit. She pulled my hand away and said, ‘this one is yours baby, go for it.” I pushed in and leaned forward allowing her to resume her position supported by the pillows. Once we got to this position I could tell that it wasn’t going to last much longer.

My thrusts became more urgent and I managed to blurt out, “here I come baby” as my balls unloaded into her like some kind of army cannon. I have never had an orgasm like that one before or after in my entire life. It felt like I was pumping every available drop of moisture in my body up her butt. As the throbbing subsided I rolled to my side pulling her with me. We lay like spoons for a while until my erection was gone and I slipped out of her. We lay there for another short time until she got up from the bed and went into the bathroom.

I heard the water running and I figured that she was cleaning up again. When she returned she had a warm wet washcloth in her hand and she proceeded to wash my dick with it. She never said a word but when she was done she dropped the washcloth to the floor, pulled up the covers and snuggled against me in the spoons position. I was totally spent. I couldn’t move. I fell into a deep sleep and I don’t think that I even moved at all until I awoke at around nine o’clock. Barbara was in the shower and when she came into the bedroom she was wrapped in a one of the terry cloth robes. “Why don’t you call room service for some breakfast,” she said. “Done,” I replied and put in our order.

Barbara clicked on the television and started to get dressed. I said, “Are you OK?” She said, “Yes, I’m so much OK that I’m damned near perfect.” I showed her the tube of preparation-H that I had brought but she just waived her hand in dismissal. “I told you that I’m OK,” she said.

I was dressed before the breakfast arrived. We ate a hearty breakfast, packed our belongings and were checked out and were on our way home by eleven o’clock. We rode towards home in relative silence. We made some small talk but Barb seemed a little quiet this morning. Finally I couldn’t wait any longer and I said, “how was it for you?” She said: “It wasn’t that bad, in fact – the next time you almost die – we can do it again.”

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She had always been a slut. A brazen slut at that. Even as a child she was flirting with older men, trying to get attention any way she could. Now she was 18 with curly, dark red hair and a perfect body.

She was five foot three with D cup tits and an ass that literally stopped traffic at times. It didn’t hurt that she wore either lulu Lemon, skin tight, jazz pants just about every day with her G-string sticking out the sides. She usually had dark eye makeup, sparkly lip gloss and put her hair into pig tails.

She had let the entire football and wrestling team at her high school line up in the locker room and fuck her mouth before big games. She even rode on the bus with both teams to away games. There were rumors that the coach was in on the action. Her name was Kathryn, but to her adoring fans on the internet, she was Famous Anus.

Her most depraved lover was named Charles. He was the one who had developed her adult website and its niche market.

Night and day Charles was hovering over her doing squats with free weights.

“You want an ass like Kim Kardashian?” He would yell. “It starts here bitch!”

“Yes sir.”

He now had her calling him sir. Or master. Or king. Occasionally even God, but that was usually reserved for when he had sunk his powerful phallus into her quivering butthole.

He also had her on a liquid diet in order to facilitate the greatest frequency and ease of anal sex with her. She had long forgotten what intimacy felt like after years of every sexual encounter being filmed and sold online.

When her bowels were overflowing with jism, as they usually were past noon, she would instruct her partners to fuck her ass, but finish on her face, tits or in her hair. This might sound odd, but Charles had figured out that hardly any pornstars would claim to want guys to cum in their hair, and since much of the point of pornography is to degrade women in new and interesting ways, it seemed the obvious choice.

It was Charles who then begrudgingly had to patiently Eryaman Escort shampoo and brush the dried semen out of her mop-top that night. More and more he began to despise this wanton skank. More and more he began noticing the smell cock on her breath and being too revolted to get a hard on from it.

Kathryn was now just a way to make money to him. She still begged him from time to time to pound her shit-box with his donkey dick like he used to. Creative phrasing like this usually overpowered his higher level mental functions and tapped into an ancient part of male sexuality which responds to absolute depravity.

Little conversation of much substance went on between the two of them for months until one night Kathryn was waiting for him to return home from work. There she was, sitting in a French maids costume on a chaise lounge surrounded by five muscular black men.

“Here he is boys” Kathryn cooed.

Charles was grabbed and propped up facing his former ward.

“I’m leaving you and your baby dick Charles. Only these dumbass niggers can keep my asshole stretched the way I want- the way I need it.”

“Bout time!”

“I figured you’d react this way. Your overinflated view of yourself is such that you’d never allow yourself to feel loss over a girl who acted as trampy as me. But the truth is you’re going to miss me the second I walk out that door. I’m going to be the love of your life. The one who got away. And do you know how I know that? Because you’ve already sewn all your wild oats. You’ve fucked me and watched me fuck so many people and things that it all seems commonplace to you now. And so will every other relationship you have for the rest of your life by the way. Especially compared with what I’m about to do.” She ended and her voice went up about three octives into a high/dumb bitch imitation.

“Hey girl” One of the black studs said.

“Hahaha, what?” She couldn’t help herself. Charles had told her that men Sincan Escort respond to giggly, flirtatious laughter and girls who appear to be naïve and stupid.

“Easier to fuck ’em.” Charles always said.

Those words were now coming back to haunt him as this act ended with the darkies tongue visibly snaking its way down past her tonsils into her esophagus. Charles could even see a bulge in her neck which gave him an instant hardon.

The two blacks holding him laughed at this and started punching him in the face and stomach.

“That’s right gangstas. Beat the shit out of that honkey sonovabitch. He can’t please me the way your monkey fucks can.”

Charles lay on the floor, crying in the fetal position watching the five niggers violently gangfuck his former prodige.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYY!!!!!” She screamed. Probably alerting the whole neighborhood of how badly her asshole hurt. Then a black cock was inserted in her mouth to muffle the noise.

“Mmmmmmmppppphhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnllllllll” She kept moaning jibberish into the cock in down her throat.

One of the blacks was in her pussy and the other two were getting stroked off into her face and hair. Soon she was completely covered in jigaboo smermatazoa. She panted and let out moans and fucked up requests under her breath.

“Breed me you dumb nigger bastards…” kept popping up even though this was impossible since Charles had paid for her tubes to be tied years ago. “I wanna fuck the cum out of your balls.”

They all switched places, taking turns on each of her dirty holes in turn. Her eyes were shut from being covered in cum.

“Charles?” She asked “I can’t see you and I don’t really care to. But I just wanted to let you know that, in my humble opinion, you’re going to hell. That may not seem like much coming from a cock-whore like me, but I felt like someone ought to tell you. Oh and when you realize how much this little show I’ve just put on turns you on, Etlik Escort and you feel like coming back to me and trying to win me back…. Don’t. I don’t love you any more. I only love nigger meat, money, and drugs now. In fact, the only way I want to see you from now on, is if you ever feel like buying me jewelry and a sexy outfit for me to wear for my black boys, I guess I could model it for you in the store before I take it home.”

With that a black stud led her over to where Charles lay on the floor, she squatted over his head and let loose a loud fart and simultaneously pissed and shit out several loads of darkie cum all over his bloody face.

When I came to I was incapable of producing any more tears. I screamed myself to sleep that night, knowing that deep down she was right. I was now obsessed with her using her asshole to make those blacks her slaves. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen up until that point.

A week later he showed up at her new apartment. He carried a box of her old things she had left at his place. Otherwise he would’ve never gotten past her new boyfriends.

When he saw her he dropped the box and fell to his knees. He pleaded to her like she was a Goddess.

“Oh please let me live here. I’ll do anything. I just need to keep watching you fuck these other guys. These better men than me, with bigger cocks. I’ll cook, I’ll clean, I don’t need to participate. Just let me stay here, please.”

She immediately erupted in evil laughter and I got the shit literally kicked out of me for twenty straight minutes. Without even a word of explanation of I was ejected from paradise into the dark alleyway.

Now all I have is a hard drive full of old videos of her. Oh and I can see her new exploits twice every month. Last I saw, her men had paid for her to have a complete plastic surgery package including ass implants, double FF completely fake looking tits with long bullet like nipples, giant fish lips, and vaginal sculpting.

Now she is the only thing either mentally or physically that can possibly make me cum. I’m in hell. I’m alive but in constant suffering. I’m planning to kill myself in some grand way which will finally show her that I truly love her. Then again she would probably think of this as high comedy knowing her. My guess is she’ll just fart shit and cum all over my fresh grave.

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My last boyfriend broke up with me because I was “too aggressive.” Our society expects women to be passive during sex. I have never wanted to be a woman who just lies there, passive and moaning, spread-legged like a frog on a dinner plate. I love to be on top. I always straddled him and put my hands on his forearms so I could pin him down, and then I pounded my pussy into his crotch. When he got close, I’d slow down and go up and down in long, teasing strokes to finish him off. I loved to watch his face as he came. Once, he even moaned a little, and I was over the moon. Sadly, he broke up with me soon after.

In my post-break up horniness, I browsed the Internet for porn. I searched for “women in charge,” and I soon was looking at bondage and dominatrix sites. This isn’t what I like. Who would want to cause her lover pain? I want to cause him pleasure. There is an amazing power in that, gently forcing him to rapturous pleasure, gently making his body respond to my commands. There is plenty of porn where the man does this to his lover. I just wanted to see a normal, loving relationship… where it was the woman who did her man.

I was just about to give up when I saw my first pegging video. Pegging is when a woman wears a strap-on and anally penetrates a man. I had never heard of this before, and I was mesmerized. In the video I saw that first night, a brunette was naked except for a bright blue dildo. He was on the couch, doggy-style, and she was behind him. She clearly enjoyed stroking into him. He was clearly enjoyed himself, too, but he wasn’t touching his penis. Then they switched positions. He lay down on his back, spread his legs, and brought his knees nearly up to his chest. She slid in, and you could clearly hear the slurp, slurp, slurp of a cock penetrating a wet orifice. She increased her speed until she was just slamming into him, and you could hear the slap of her crotch up against his ass. And then the most delightful sound: it started off soft but grew in volume, a plaintive moan of deep pleasure, very submissive but unmistakably baritone. “You like that, don’t you?” she said, possessively. She thrust more rapidly, he moaned louder, and I started masturbating like a woman in heat. Without ever touching his penis, he came thickly onto his own chest, and the sight of it made me come.

How had I never known about this before? It clicked for me in a way that no other sexual act, real or fantasized, ever had. I knew that I must experience this. I made up for lost time. Over the following weeks, I did all the reading I could. I joined online groups, solicited advice, ordered equipment, and continued to masturbate to my new fantasy. I chose a Share silicon double dildo, so that I would be directly stimulated. The Share came in a light rose color that was roughly my skin tone. As much as possible, I wanted this dildo to look like “my” cock. On the advice of people on the message boards, I knew that although the double dildo would give me a lot of pleasure, it needed more support, especially during vigorous thrusting, so I also ordered a harness.

In the meantime, I imagined what having a cock might look like. Just for curiosity, I rolled up a sock and stuffed it into my panties. Looking in the mirror was surreal. Is a man’s package really that big? In truth, the sock made for a pretty modest endowment, but I was shocked at how far it distending my figure. Let me be clear: I don’t want to be a man. I like being a woman. I like clothes, shopping, and shoes. In almost all aspects of my life, I may even be girly. So why is it incongruous for a feminine woman to want to spread her man’s legs, grab his hips, thrust into him, and hear him moan in pleasure? Is it only because a woman isn’t born with the right equipment? Biology shouldn’t be our destiny. I didn’t want to be someone else’s sex object anymore. Looking at myself in the mirror, the bulge in my underwear made this desire clear.

A few days later, the Share arrived. I scarcely drew a full breath as I opened the box. There it was: pink, almost my flesh tone; a shorter “pony” bulb for me; and long, firm cock for some new beau’s butt. I put the shaft through the cock ring of the harness, slid the harness up my legs, closed my eyes, and spent a minute slowly penetrating myself with the bulb. I was already wet. Once it was in, I adjusted my harness until it was snug, stepped in front of the mirror, and opened my eyes. I nearly fainted. Given the similar skin tones, it almost looked like a real penis coming out of the harness. A woman looks in the mirror every day and sees a smooth, curvaceous body. Now there was a pointy, meaty finger poking jauntily out of my crotch. It looked so powerful, lust embodied. I touched it. Just a tentative tap at first, but even with that light touch, I felt some vibrations. I tried stroking it several different ways until I found that a firm grip and a lot of in and out transmitted vibrations right to my clit. Watching in the mirror, it really looked like the Cebeci Escort technique a man uses to jack off. I came. Hard.

I jacked off with the dildo every night for a week. What turned me on the most was a mental picture of a man’s face in the moment that I penetrate him. Even when I had been on top, even when I had pinned him down, I wasn’t really fucking him. It was still my body that was entered. My antics were really a distraction, an attempt to forget that he was inside my body, that I was the one being fucked. Now I can have what I have always wanted: to be the fucker. I want to know that he is completely vulnerable to me, opening up his body to me. I want to make him moan at every one of my loving thrusts, rapturous gratitude on his face.

The next week, I decided to go out looking for my new beau. I planned every detail. I might normally go out with my girlfriends, but they would slow me down tonight. Likewise, I needed to find a man who was alone; if he were with friends, then my attempt to pick him up would probably seem desperate. But I didn’t want someone who was out on his own trying to pick up women, either – some douche-bag flying solo, looking to score. I needed to find a regular guy, just hanging out by himself. An airport bar might have done nicely, if there were a way to seal the deal, so I settled on a pool hall. Guys go there to relax, not to meet women. How many single women have you ever met at a pool hall?

I dressed casually: jeans and a nice blouse. No reason to attract too much undue attention. When I got to the pool hall, I ordered myself a bourbon sour and sat at the bar. As I sipped my drink, I looked over the pickings: two frat boys playing at the back table, the coed threesome on the left table, an old man at the bar watching the baseball game on TV, and a well-muscled man chatting up the hot bartender. I might have just finished my drink and left, but a good-looking guy walked in and asked for a table. He had sandy blond air, a lean and trim body, and a cute face, but I wanted to watch him for a few minutes to see if he was alone. I ordered another drink and tried to act like I was into baseball while I peeked at him. Ten minutes later, he was still alone. I decided to make my move. I needed to play it cool. No guy is going to say no to sex, but guys are skittish that any girl hitting on them is emotionally needy and acts as if she’s looking for a serious boyfriend. There was a real risk of striking out. I strolled up to him and casually said:

“Are you playing alone?”

He looked up at me, and then flashed a quick smile. He had brown hair and soft green eyes, and there was something gentle about his face. “Yeah, I guess. I was meeting a friend here, but he just called to say he was bailing. Traffic.” He paused.

“Well, I’d like to play you, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Another smile. “Baseball not doing it for you?”

“No, not really my game. Well, shall we?” I asked. “I’m Megan.”

“Steve.” He racked the balls. As we played, I found out a little about him. Steve was a graduate student in computer science. “Theoretical work only; nothing practical about it at all,” he joked. He was a year younger than me, and he had also recently ended a serious relationship. “I chose this graduate program to stay with her, but it just wasn’t working out.” He was kind and gentle – maybe a little too passive for a man. And he had been the opposite of a flirt.

I asked him, “Why would your girlfriend leave someone as nice as you? You’re such a sweetheart.” It was risky. I might have scared him off with that prying question – looking like a would-be high-maintenance girlfriend – but he responded. She had wanted someone tougher. Now I was certain: I knew he would let me drill his ass. I was ready to test that. Tonight. I sank the eight ball, and another game was over. It was nice to go out on at least one win. “Well, I guess I should be going,” I said facetiously.

“Umm, yeah.” He looked at his watch. It wasn’t really late. “Well, I might stay a few. My bus leaves in 25 minutes.”

Excellent, luck was on my side! “I can give you a lift home now, if you like.” He looked at me, sizing up the situation. I waited for the longest five seconds of my life, my heart in my throat. Then he said, “Yeah, that’d be great.” A wave of relief washed over me, and in retrospect, I was being silly. What man would turn down a ride from a beautiful woman? We got in my car, and I drove to his place. I pulled up along the curb and parked.

“Well, thanks for the ride,” he said.

“You’re welcome,” and then I leaned over and kissed him. It was a long kiss. I found myself imaging his ass cheeks spread wide open for me, and I realized I had my hand behind his head, pulling him in hard for the kiss. He wasn’t resisting, though. I broke the kiss.

He sucked in his breath. “Megan, I like you, but I just had a bad break-up, and I’m not sure I’m ready for another Kolej Escort relationship yet.”

“I’m not looking for a relationship, Steve. I want to have sex tonight, with you. No strings attached.” I paused. He seemed shocked. “Think of me as a rebound screw.”

After a moment, he said, “That sounds nice.” I gave him a quick kiss, and we got out of the car. I grabbed my purse with my harness and strap-on, and we went inside.

* * *

My girlfriend had just broken up with me, saying I was a pussy in bed. I always tried to take care of her needs, and her remarks cut. My friend Doug said we should shoot some pool and drown my woes. Of course, he was a shit and got stuck in traffic. That’s how I met Megan.

Her black hair was cut short, almost a boy’s style. She had nice B-cup breasts and a great body. She was sitting alone watching baseball, so I figured that she was a lesbian. I was surprised when she came up to talk and flirt with me, shocked when she offered me a ride home, and floored when she said she wanted to have sex. I didn’t know what to think. Was she really looking for a boyfriend? Then I realized, Who cares? I was lonely, and being with someone tonight would be comforting.

As soon as we were in the door of my apartment, she was kissing me. I’m a soft and slow kisser, but she was aggressive. I didn’t mind. In another minute, she was pushing me down onto the couch. Before I knew it, she had my shirt off and was licking my nipples. No girl had done that to me before. It was surprisingly pleasurable. “Oh,” I gasped.

She smiled at me. “Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”

“I never knew it did.”

“I think you’ll make a lot of discoveries like that tonight,” she said. “Let’s get these pants off of you,” she purred. I kicked off my shoes and got my butt up off the couch, and she pulled my pants and underwear down in one swift motion. She kneeled between my legs and started sucking my hard cock. She licked up one side of my shaft and down the other. She swirled her tongue around the tip before taking a mouthful. Her hand clamped on my shaft and pumped back and forth. Her tongue moved to my balls, and she gave some playful licks. Soon, her tongue was behind my balls, roaming up and down my taint. Before I knew it, she was licking my asshole.

“Whoa, Megan, I – “

“Relax, baby,” she said, pausing. “Do you like it?”

“I mean, yeah, but…” but before I could complete my thought, she was slurping at my back door again with gusto, pumping my cock with her fist. I had never been rimmed before. Damn, it felt good. She alternated between long licks from ass to balls and back again and a gentle, insistent probing of my asshole. I was more sensitive down there than I had realized.

“Slide forward,” she told me. I slid down the couch. “Are you enjoying?” I responded with a sigh of pleasure. She rewarded me with reinvigorated rimming. I closed my eyes and drank in the wonderful sensations. Damn, this girl was a slut! Two minutes later, she was sucking my cock again. Her hand moved to rubbing my taint. It was sopping wet and slippery. Her fingers were running up and down my crack. And then her middle finger stopped, right on my asshole, and she started to push. I was startled from my reverie.

“Megan, what are you doing?”

“I want to finger you, Steve.”

“What?!”

“I want to put my finger up your asshole,” she said as she stared at me lustfully. “Trust me. It’s going to feel great.” Before I could answer, she pushed her finger in. “See how relaxed you are?” Then she pushed her finger in past the second knuckle.

“Oh my!”

She leered at me. She went back to sucking my cock, timing her sucking to match the stroking inside me with her finger. At first, I was scared stiff. But it felt fantastic, like nothing I’d experienced. I lost myself in the pleasure.

“Here, move your legs up. Give me more access,” she said, pushing my knee back into the couch. I complied and lifted my feet off the floor. I tried to rest my feet on the couch, but she grunted, “No, farther,” and I moved my knees until they were nearly even with my chest. My feet were dangling in the air. She got up off her knees to kiss me. She was pressing her body down into mine. I could feel her weight pushing down on me, light though she was. I ran my hands through her short, dark hair. Her hand snaked up my thigh, and I grunted in anticipation. She stuck two fingers in me and thrust them in and out. She wasn’t even touching my dick, but the sensations were amazing. I felt like I might come eventually just from the fingering. Then she stopped. I opened my eyes, to see her staring at me with a wicked smile on her face, fingers still in me.

“I want to fuck you, Steve.”

“God damn, I want to fuck you, too. Let’s get in bed.”

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I want to fuck you.” As she spoke, she wiggled her fingers for emphasis. “I want to put Yenimahalle Escort on my strap-on dildo, and fuck you up your ass.” She let the words just hang there. They snapped me awake from the dizzying sexual feelings instantly. Instantly, everything had flipped 180 degrees. I realized I was lying down, legs spread and feet up in the air, with fingers up my ass. She wasn’t a slut. I realized she had intended this all along to work me towards this moment. I was to be the slut. I felt vulnerable and exposed and shocked, and her lascivious face was too close to mine.

“I can’t,” I said lamely.

“Yes, you can. You already are. Or doesn’t this feel good?” She waggled her fingers again.

“I guess, yeah.”

“You’ll have the best orgasm you’ve ever had.” Based on what I’d already felt, that might well be true.

“I don’t know…”

“Trust me, please.” Her expression had softened. I relaxed a little. This wasn’t some getting-even-with-all-men thing. I mean, this was still fucking bizarre, and I had only known her for a few hours, but for some reason I did trust her. I felt my resolve melt a little. Somewhere, in the far back of my mind, I heard my ex-girlfriend saying that I wasn’t much of a man, anyway. I thought, Fuck you, maybe someone likes me just how I am.

“Alright,” I said softly.

She broke out in a huge grin. “You won’t regret it, baby. I’m going to make you cum so hard. I’ll be right back.” She grabbed her purse and skipped down the hallway to the bathroom. The light flickered on, and the door closed. I sat up on the couch, smearing my wet bottom all over the leather. It felt so strange. What the hell was I about to do? I was more nervous than I’d ever been before sex. Even my first time, I was nervous, but not like this. I heard the bathroom door close, and I looked up. She stood at the door to the room, almost totally naked. I saw her beautiful breasts for the first time. My eyes hesitantly roamed lower. The harness looked like leather panties. There, like a lighthouse on an island, was her dildo. It looked like a real dick. I was terrified but I couldn’t look away.

“Megan, you’re beautiful.”

“You’re pretty damn hot, too.” She walked over and sat next to me. The dildo pointed up out of her crotch. I stared at it. Up close, I could tell it was a dildo, although it had a realistic shape. It looked huge. “Do you like it?” she asked, giving it a playful stroke.

“Can you feel anything?”

“Not directly, no. But there’s a second dildo inside that rubs me just fine when I move. Speaking of moves…” She leaned over and kissed me deeply. I realized that I didn’t need to take any initiative tonight. Her hand was pinching my nipple. Soon, she was pushing me over, and I put my head on the armrest. “Baby, this is only going to work if you spread your legs.” I complied, and she nestled tighter on top of me. Her hand was instantly at my asshole, fingering me again. I moaned in surprise. “Yeah, that’s it. Show me how much you enjoy it.” She reached down to her purse for lube and started to lube up her dildo.

Oh, what was I about to do? “Put your legs up.” I lifted them again. I felt the head of the dildo at my back door. “Relax, baby. This will only sting for a second.” And with that, she gave a good push, and it popped in. It did hurt, and I winced. “Relax. Breathe. Just let your body get used to it.” I tried to think about anything besides the fact that a dildo was going up my ass. In a few moments, it did stop smarting. All that was left was a pleasant feeling of fullness. “Are you ready for more?” I nodded, and she slid more in. It felt like I couldn’t possible take any more, but it kept going. Then I felt her crotch grind against my butt.

“That’s it. You’ve taken the whole thing.” I felt a little proud, and I smiled. “Now,” she said, “I’m going to pound your ass. I’m going to fuck you senseless.” With that, she gave a big, slow thrust. I gasped.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, fuck, I had no idea,” I said breathlessly. She kept up a steady rhythm. Each stroke sparked a shower of sensations in my body.

“Wrap your legs around my back.” I did. “Does that feel any different?”

“Not really.”

“How about this?” She changed her angle.

“Oh my god.” It made my eyes roll back; it felt so good.

“Oh yeah?” She picked up the pace. Her strokes were faster and harder. I was delirious. I was moaning. I started bucking my hips up to match her thrusts. I wanted to feel the dildo as deeply as possible. I could feel her dildo deep inside me, opening me up. I put my hands on her butt.

“Fuck, fuck. Megan. Fuck me. Oh, fuck me harder, Megan.” She speeded up, pounding away at me. I was so close. I arched my back and pulled her even deeper into me with my legs. She slowed down, teasing me, until one long, perfectly timed slow stroke pushed me over the edge. “Oh, damn, I’m coming.” I felt my asshole contract on her dildo, and I spurted all over my chest. I nearly blacked out. It was the best orgasm of my life. Thirty seconds later, I was still coming down. My legs were trembling. “Oh, damn, I’m sorry,” I said.

“For what?”

“For coming so quickly. You didn’t come yet, did you?”

“No,” she said, and then she smiled. “We’re not done yet. On your hands and knees.” I could get used to this.

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It was the third and final interview for Vanessa Flores. If everything went well, and she had a great feeling it would, she would land a high-paying job as the personal secretary for the boss of Satisfaction. Sure, it was an adult club located on the top floor of a downtown commercial building, but with the sexual appetites that corporate men had, long-term employment seemed assured.

So far, she had met with a few employees of the club, but never the actual boss himself. She found it strange, that the man who’d she’d potentially be working for hadn’t taken the time to meet her until the very last interview, but she figured this line of business was strange enough already.

On that morning, she had almost become used to showing up at the swanky club. It was like a sassy office floor, except instead of traditional office work, it was built for sex. Corporate sex, to be more precise. Even the employees of the club dressed the part, with the men wearing suits and the women wearing office skirts and blazers.

This was a newly opened branch of the Satisfaction franchise. Things were still getting settled in and hires were still being made. There were butterflies in Vanessa’s stomach as she proceeded down the hall to the main office to meet her potential boss for the first time.

Caleb wore a nice suit and was on the phone with his lawyer when she entered. They shook hands, even as he finished his conversation, which was purely professional. They both sat down; Caleb behind his desk and Vanessa in front.

When the call ended, introductions were skipped and it was straight to business.

“Firstly, I have to apologize,” he said, finally giving her the proper attention she deserved for a job interview. “I promise we’re a tightly run organization. It’s my fault for dropping the ball with your interviews. Since we’re such a unique business, I should have been here to properly explain everything to you.”

She flashed a polite smile. “It’s not a problem. I know what I’m getting into.”

“Is that really the case?”

Caleb sifted through a stack of papers on his desk until he found what he was looking for. He leaned back and his eyes scanning the page.

“32 years old,” he said, reading off the resume. “Nice employment history. You were previously an executive assistant at a big bank. Very nice. However, that’s nothing related to this industry, so to speak. Are you sure you’re up for it?”

Vanessa fiercely nodded her acceptance. “Definitely. To be honest, sex has never bothered me. I applied here because I had heard about the stellar reputation of Satisfaction through an old colleague. If it’s elegant enough for wealthy men to come visit, then it should be a safe environment for me.”

“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe people come here because it’s sleazy?”

Caleb raised an eyebrow in a questioning way, and Vanessa remained undeterred by this form of interrogation.

“There’s nothing sleazy about this place,” Vanessa firmly stated. “And I know for a fact that successful women come to these sorts of places as well.”

“You know you’re stuff, Ms. Flores. I like a woman who’s well researched.”

“As you can see from my resume, I’ve worked for men who are non-stop in their careers. Being prepared is essential for my duties.”

Caleb purposely showed an unimpressed look. “You’re smart, talented, and hard working.”

“But?”

Vanessa had read his clear signs of wanting to reject her. Or maybe it was all a ploy of some kind. Whatever it was, she knew this man was tricky and was purposefully playing games with her.

For a sex club franchise like Satisfaction, she was certainly prepared for whatever would come her way. In her experience, the social elites don’t just let anyone into their circles. There’s always a cost.

“Like I said a moment ago,” Caleb reminded, “I was busy traveling this past week and I should have been the one to conduct the initial interviews. I take full responsibility for this error.”

“Error? Is something wrong?”

“Well, I spoke with my assistant before you arrived. It seems she hadn’t mentioned certain aspects of the position you’re seeking. Again, my fault entirely. My assistant acted in good faith and wasn’t aware of particular details.”

A slight sense of panic set in with Vanessa, but she refused to show it. She wanted this job. The pay was fantastic, the hours were reasonable, and an added perk was that it was walking distance from her tiny apartment.

No. She refused to give up. She gathered her courage and decided to fight back. Nothing in life comes easy. There are certain things which need to be worked for. And now, she was a determined woman, ready to close the deal.

“Tell me what the issue is,” she said. “Be straight with me. I’ve spent hours applying for this job and coming here to do interviews. And don’t even get me started on the time it took for my hair and makeup. Secretaries need to look the part; we both know that. Now tell me.”

Caleb showed Çankaya Escort a genuine smile. “Feisty, I like that. Though I’m not sure you’ll like what I have to say.”

“Either you tell me, or your incompetent assistant will.”

He leaned forward. “This is a sex club, Ms. Flores. As my personal secretary, you’re expected to wear… well… less than that.”

Caleb’s eyes looked over her outfit in a rather suggestive manner.

Vanessa looked down at her own professional clothing. “What’s wrong with this?”

“For starters, you’re covered.”

She nearly gasped. “You expect me to be naked?”

“I told you, you wouldn’t like it.”

“This must be a joke.”

“That’s only half of it.”

She clenched her jaw briefly. “What’s the other half?”

“As you already know, we deal with a lot of rich clients. Men and women. Mostly with kinky tastes. Obviously, these clients expect confidentiality of the highest order.”

“Beyond me being naked?”

“Yes. The secretary, whoever it is, will be entrusted with all the clients’ identities and billing information. It’s a highly sensitive position. I must be cautious with whom I chose. Surely you can understand that.”

“Of course I do,” she said.

Instead of replying, Caleb gestured to the wall. There was a black and white photograph of a woman in a prone position from behind. It was an artistic picture of a woman’s spread butt. Even more striking, there was a silver butt plug nestled inside her anus.

“A plug?” she questioned. “There?”

“I need full obedience. And what shows obedience more than anal discipline? In my world, anal control speaks volumes.”

Vanessa’s butt clenched onto the seat. She was an anal virgin. Like most women her age, she had been flooded with requests from past sexual partners to try anal sex. It especially seemed like a common interest for city men, though she never understood why. Especially with, her ex-fiance…

Caleb looked closer, “Did I lose you?”

“Oh,” she said, snapping out of it. “I’m here. You just caught me off guard. That’s all.”

“Based on your reaction, you seem uninterested. My apologies once again for the confusion. I’ll have my assistant compensate for your time. You look ravishing. I’m sure you’ve put a lot of effort into that.”

Before Caleb could gesture for her to leave the room, Vanessa instantly thought of her ex-fiance. A man she deeply loved. They were set to get married two years ago when he inexplicably dumped her for the flimsiest of reasons.

She remembered his words. ‘Vanessa, I love you. But we’re both still young. There’s still a lot to explore.’

Vanessa knew exactly what her ex-fiance meant. On several occasions, he had called her a prude because she refused his requests for anal sex and threesomes with other women.

In her world, she was far from being a prude. She had deepthroated him in the car on a regular basis to show her adventurous side, and as a sexy Latina, being called a ‘prude’ in bed was a massive insult. Apparently her willingness for sexual adventures wasn’t enough for him.

That horrible memory of being dumped brought something out of her.

“I’ll do it,” she told Caleb. “I’ll fucking do it. After it’s done, you’re going to hire me, and I’m going to work here as your secretary. And if I do a good job over time, then I also expect a pay raise too. Got it?”

He smiled his approval. “There’s a special quality within you. I like what I’m seeing. My assistant, Ms. Chen, will handle this. She’s an expert on the matter.”

“What? You mean…”

He mildly looked confused. “You understand that if you get the job, plenty of people will be seeing you, if you catch my drift.”

“I understand,” she said with a forced smile, then taking a deep breath. “I’m ready now.”

“Good. Let me call her in.”

Caleb called in his assistant, and he even informed her to bring the ‘training supplies’ as well. The sound of that made Vanessa shudder.

“Will she be naked too?” Vanessa asked.

He laughed. “No, she’s my personal assistant. She doesn’t directly work for this club. Speaking of which, start by removing your top. It’s a beautiful blouse and blazer and I’d hate to see it wrinkled.”

“Now?” she gulped.

“Ms. Flores, you’ll be bent over my lap. Your clothes would get wrinkled. And I need to see if you have the fortitude for a job like this. Speaking of which, I don’t mean to be rude but an investor is calling. Please, excuse me.”

Caleb’s phone had been beeping and he answered it. He spoke on the phone the way most businessmen would; loud, confidently, and having a bit of laughter before going straight to numbers.

His attention was on the call, but his eyes remained on her. Waiting. Wanting to see how far this would go.

As he spoke finances on the phone, Vanessa focused on business of her own. Nudity was never something she was uptight about. In fact, as an avid fitness Keçiören Escort enthusiast, she was extremely proud of her figure and shapely rear end.

She stood up and removed her blazer. That was the easy part since her silk blouse was still on. Caleb’s eyes looked her over and Vanessa unbuttoned her blouse. She removed it and placed it neatly on the couch.

Maybe it was the atmosphere of the place, but she felt strangely comfortable standing in her bra, in front of her soon-to-be new boss. Normally, she’d have guys fawning all over her at this state; not Caleb though. He’s probably seen countless gorgeous women like this, so he was used to it.

Wanting that extra bit of attention, she looked him straight in the eyes and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her pert breasts and dark nipples were exposed. It made Caleb smile ever so slightly.

Success.

Caleb sat forward on his chair and patted his own lap. He signaled for her to bend over his knee. She complied and approached him near the desk. All while Caleb was still talking to the investor.

As she stood by him, with her long dark nipples so close to his face, the office door opened and Ms. Chen entered. She was a petite little Asian woman who had a no-nonsense, yet sexual aura about her.

In the assistant’s hands was a clear container which was thoroughly prepared. It included oils, lubricants, and a small silver butt plug. All the items were then placed on the desk.

Vanessa suddenly felt awkward being topless in front of the female assistant, but the assistant didn’t mind. This all seemed routine for everyone except Vanessa.

Caleb briefly covered the phone and whispered, “Vanessa, bend over on my lap. I love seeing this part. Don’t worry, my assistant used to be a nurse, she’s good at this.”

In a split second, he returned to his phone call and spoke of numbers and financial figures. Vanessa’s butt involuntary clenched, and when she turned to look at Ms. Chen, the assistant was ready for action and gestured for her to lay across the boss’s lap.

Without saying a word to interrupt the call, Vanessa took the demeaning position by bending over and laying across Caleb’s lap. She was light and he was strong, so weight wasn’t a big deal.

Once in position, Ms. Chen went straight to work and lifted Vanessa’s office skirt. Vanessa was proud of her shape. She had the stereotypical attributes many people loved about Latinas; wide hips, round butt. As she looked down at the floor, she wondered what they must have thought of her posterior.

Vanessa felt her panties sliding off. She made the process easier by lifting her legs so that Ms. Chen could pull the panties away easily. Her thighs were strong and she could have easily clenched her butt tightly in an impenetrable manner. Instead, she relaxed and let Ms. Chen spread her luscious cheeks.

It felt strange. As an anal virgin, Vanessa now had two professionals, who were not doctors, staring directly at her anus. When Ms. Chen spread the cheeks further apart, they had a clear view of her rectal passage. The thin, feminine fingers spread the alluring butt cheeks even further, and Vanessa could feel air flowing into her tight, virgin hole.

This was a different sort of shame. All her life, only doctors had seen this area. Now here it was, for her next boss and the assistant to admire, or whatever the hell they were doing to her behind.

As Caleb continued a conversation about money, Vanessa could hear the sound of Ms. Chen opening a bottle.

“It’s a silicone based lubricant,” Ms. Chen whispered softly, careful not to disturb the boss’s important call. “It’s perfect for anal play.”

Anal play. What an obnoxious phrase, Vanessa thought. Her body suddenly jerked when she felt the substance being poured to her anal region, as two fingers held her asshole open. It felt cold and it tickled her anus.

What came next seemed even more intrusive. Vanessa felt a bare index finger touch the outer ring of her anus. The assistant didn’t even bother to use a glove. The hand rested on Vanessa’s plump butt and the finger gently massaged the anal ring in firm circles.

“I can’t believe this is happening to my asshole,” Vanessa sighed.

The assistant reached below and pinched Vanessa’s labia as punishment.

“Shhh…” Ms. Chen hissed. “The Boss is speaking. We mustn’t be rude.”

As feisty and strong as Vanessa could be, she didn’t want her labia pinched again, so she kept quiet. The gentle finger returned to her anus and the massage continued. In all honesty, it felt nice. The more Vanessa relaxed her posterior, the more she enjoyed Ms. Chen’s finger circling her hole. It felt so tender and vulnerable. There was nothing to compare this too.

Suddenly, the lubed finger plunged into her asshole and Vanessa’s eyes widened. Although the finger was thin, it made an impact in Vanessa’s virgin hole. The finger probed inside her rectum Etimesgut Escort in a circular motion, coating her tight passage.

When the finger quickly pulled out, Vanessa was left with a false sense of relief, because immediately after, she felt the butt plug pressing against her anus.

“Relax,” Ms. Chen whispered. “I’ll need your cooperation on this.”

The assistant used one hand to hold Vanessa’s anus open, and with her other hand, she pushed the plug in. Vanessa resisted every urge in her body and fought to remain calm. She could only imagine what her rear end looked like, with her anus being stretched in the most unnatural way possible.

As the plug kept on being pushed, and Vanessa’s asshole opened, the plug was able to enter. Penetrating the anal ring was the most difficult part and Vanessa felt her lubed rectal passage being overwhelmed as the plug made its way in.

“Fantastic!” Caleb exclaimed as the phone call finally ended. “Vanessa, you’re a trooper. And you already know this, but you have a movie star’s ass.”

He gave her butt a soft rub, then a spank, which only made her ass clench around the plug.

“What now?” Vanessa asked, slightly annoyed. “Do I have the job?”

“Would you buy a car without a test drive?”

“What does that mean?” she asked, turning her head to them.

“Stand up. Lose the skirt. Then walk back and forth. Like I said, we’ll need a test drive of your anus.”

When Vanessa stood, she felt an incredible uncomfortable feeling as her butt clamped around the plug. Her anus had never felt this uncomfortable since… ever.

She removed her skirt and stood naked in front of both of them. All she had on were her heels and some jewelry. She walked back and forth across the office like a fashion model, trying to be as bold as possible with her own nudity. She refused to look them in the eyes; that would only make her more nervous and self-conscious that she was the only one naked.

“Excellent,” he said with a pleased look. “Now, if I hire you, you’d be at the desk outside of my office. Shall we?”

Vanessa gazed through the office window and saw a few employees and clients down the hall. She gulped. Hard. But at the same time, she felt a rush of excitement in shedding her sexual skin. ‘Prude’ no more. She was game. And nothing would stop her from landing this job.

“We shall,” she replied with a confident smile. “Can I lead?”

“Please do, Ms. Flores.”

“I’m about to become your new secretary. Call me Vanessa from now on.”

She strutted to the door. With each step, especially with her heels on, her rectum would clench against the plug. It became easier when she learned to relax her steps. The next hard part was opening the door and stepping into the hallway.

They followed her to the secretary’s desk. Eyes from the hallway turned to see naked Vanessa. Between the other employees doing their jobs and clients heading to different rooms, Vanessa was the only one naked. It gave her a perverse sense of confidence and power as she was being admired as a sex object.

“Ms. Chen,” Caleb said with calmness. “Show Vanessa her new workspace.”

The assistant gave a brief tutorial on the public workspace, while Vanessa made note of everything. When the assistant pulled open the drawer, there was an assortment of lubes, paper towels, and other items used for anal entertainment.

“What are those for?” Vanessa asked. “Why are they at my desk?”

Caleb seemed puzzled for a moment. “Did I forget to mention?”

“Apparently.”

“It must have slipped my mind,” he said. “Every once and a while, I’ll need something for relief.”

Vanessa raised an eyebrow. “And that relief would be… my asshole?”

“Smart girl. Is that a deal breaker? Or are you interested in expanding the scope of your duties?”

She sighed. “I’m naked in a fucking commercial building. Your uptight assistant has stuck a butt plug up my ass, which I’m still wearing. I’ve already come this far. I want the job.”

“This part is easy to learn. I like women bent over the desk.”

She nodded. “Yes, Boss.”

Vanessa assumed the position and bent over the desk, which as it just so happened, meant that she’d be facing the open hallway along with anyone in the area. Her breasts and hard nipples felt cold against the desk when she laid on it. This was never a position she thought she’d be in professionally. It seemed like something only found in porn.

She spread her legs, wondering what would happen next. Sure enough, Ms. Chen pulled the butt plug out of her ass, leaving Vanessa with a gaping feeling. Then the assistant reached for more lubrication in the drawer, opened it, and poured directly into her asshole. The assistant used her magical finger once again to massage the anus into relaxation.

Ms. Chen held Vanessa’s asshole open. “It’s ready.”

Each of Vanessa’s butt cheeks were squeezed tightly and held apart. She pressed her face onto the desk and waited for her first anal fuck session. She heard the boss unzipping his pants and positioning himself behind her.

The tip of the hard cock touched her ass and she felt Ms. Chen doing all the work to ensure that the cock would have a smooth entry passing her anal ring and into her rectum.

“You’re very tight,” he said after a light thrust of his cock head.

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The following story is about some girl-on-girl action with a measure of medical procedure, enemas specifically, thrown in. If that kind of thing isn’t your cup of tea, then you might want to stop reading right now. All characters depicted are over the age of 18.

It was another busy Fall week when Ellie looked at the medical office’s schedule and let out an audible sigh. The medical office was the downtown Seattle location for a large OB/GYN practice where Ellie was one of several nurse practitioners. At 30 years old and an attractive enough blond of average height, what made Ellie memorable was her 38D boobs that even when wearing scrubs you one could not help but notice. Over the years Ellie had had several boyfriends, but nothing was going on in her love life at the moment.

The office schedule was so hectic that Ellie had ignored the need to have a daily bowel movement and on Wednesday night she took a docusate capsule hoping that things would resolve themselves the next morning. But nothing happened so just to further encourage her body, she had a large glass of prune juice and a bowl of bran for breakfast. Much to her chagrin nothing had happened by lunchtime, not even the slightest urge. That night, becoming more concerned, she inserted a glycerin suppository, but 30 minutes later only managed to pass a little translucent bullet. So then she took another docusate capsule and went to bed. On Friday morning, still nothing was happening other than the fact that she was now feeling unbelievably sluggish. Thinking that she now had to resort to some more drastic measures, she found a Fleet enema that she had in the linen closet. After her shower, she knelt on the bathroom floor, inserted the tip in her bum and squeezed its contents into her rectum. She waited several minutes all the while hoping that it would work. It didn’t and instead she only passed four ounces of cloudy water.

On Friday, the busy routine of the office was all consuming. By mid-morning Ellie had already seen 10 patients and decided to take a break. After getting a cup of coffee she took the first sip and realized how much her body was craving the caffeine. She had no sooner taken the second sip when her colleague, Rachel, another nurse practitioner came for a cup of coffee.

“Hey, Ellie, how are you this morning?”

“Not so good. Sorry, I should have said ‘OK, thanks for asking.”

“What’s wrong”

“I’m am so awfully constipated! Bound up doesn’t begin to describe it.”

“Oh, Oh. We’re nurses so I know that we’re also our own worst patients. You better tell me about it.”

“Today is Friday, but I haven’t had a bowel movement since Sunday.”

“That would certainly make me grumpy, too. What have you done about it? Anything?”

“Everything I could think of. I added fiber to my diet, took a laxative with stool softener, inserted a suppository, and had a Fleet enema. Can you believe nothing worked?”

“I think we need to get out the really heavy artillery. Stop by my place after work and I’ll give you a serious enema if you think you are up for that.”

“At this point, anything. OK, I’ll drop by but don’t want to cause you any trouble.”

“It’s no trouble. Besides, it is what nurses are supposed to know how to do. I’m sure that you remember Demetevler Escort growing up when all of the medical procedures had to do with your butt—temperatures, enemas, shots, you name it.”

After work Rachel headed home and Ellie was mere minutes behind her. Rachel had barely taken her coat off when Ellie knocked at the door.

“Wow, you are eager.”

“No time like the present, I suppose,” replied Ellie perhaps unenthusiastically.

“Well, come on in and let me take your coat. Everything that we need is in the master bathroom so follow me.” Rachel led Ellie to the back of the condo and through her bedroom to the bathroom and opened the door to the linen closet.

Ellie was a bit taken aback at the array of enema-related items and other obvious sex toys that Rachel had. “Do you use all this?” she asked in amazement realizing that Rachel had a serious fetish.

“No, at least not recently. But there was a time when my ex and I would occasionally get into some kinky stuff. Right now we just need to get you a good cleaning out,” replied Rachel with a faint naughty smirk. “All we need is the enema bag, the colon tube, some enema soap, and a tube of lube, she said gathering the necessary supplies.

“I haven’t seen an enema bag since I was in nursing school. We had to learn how to give one, but that was the last time,” said Ellie looking still overwhelmed at the huge collection of kinky items that Rachel had.

“You really should get yourself one of these,” said Rachel as she proceeded to fill the red rubber bag with warm water, then adding the soap and attaching the hose. “I probably do a couple every month. Now for the moment of truth. Spread a couple of these towels on the bed and take off your scrubs bottoms and panties.”

Ellie did as Rachel instructed and then intuitively went to lie down on the bed. Rachel donned a pair of latex gloves, lubed her index finger and inserted it into Ellie’s bum. While the intent was to lube Ellie, she also wanted to see how impacted she might be.

“Are you ready for this?” asked Rachel inserting the nozzle.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

At that Rachel started the flow and the warm soapy solution began to fill Ellie.

“So far, so good,” said Ellie.

“You are really full of poop, so you won’t be able to take that much,” explained Rachel just as water began seeping out from around the nozzle. “Like now. I’m going to let you go to the bathroom, but this is probably going to take some time.”

Ellie headed for the bathroom and in the distance Rachel could hear that there might have been some progress. When Ellie came back into the bedroom she said, “Well, that was more than I’ve gone in a week. So, it’s a start.” At that she positioned herself again on the bed, Rachel inserted the nozzle again and Ellie took more enema. In the meantime, Rachel couldn’t help but admire what a great firm little butt that Ellie had and began to fantasize what fun she might be able to have with it.

Ellie finished taking the bag and once more headed off to the bathroom. This amount of enema had the desired effect of cleaning much more out of her. Her poop literally came in waves and no sooner did she believe that Otele gelen escort she was finished when even more flowed from her bowels. After cleaning herself up, she returned once more to the bedroom and said, “That was awesome. Thanks.”

“Can you believe that you’re not done? I think you need to take another whole bag,” said Rachel, but surprisingly Ellie didn’t argue about it. It might have been Rachel’s imagination, but for some reason she began to think that Ellie was enjoying this. “Maybe she’s anal erotic?” thought Rachel.

Rachel headed off to the bathroom intent on preparing more soapy solution. As she did so, Rachel could not help but think of using her strap-on once Ellie had been suitably cleaned out. Rachel was also getting horny and the thought of her getting an enema from Ellie and having Ellie use the strap-on on her also entered her mind.

When Rachel returned to the bedroom, she showed Ellie that she had replaced the rectal nozzle with a long flexible colon tube so that the next enema would be a high one and totally clean her out. Ellie seemed agreeable and rolled over. Rachel lubricated the first few inches of the tube and introduced it into Ellie’s bum. Then once she started the flow she twisted and pushed the tube carefully up, not stopping until nearly two feet of the rubber tube was inside Ellie filling her.

“I’ve never used a colon tube before. It’s really comfortable because I can hardly feel a thing.”

Rachel thinking that this might be the opening for more play time replied, “That’s good. If you want to get some practice with it, you can try it out by giving me an enema once you’re finished.”

Ellie didn’t even have to think about that offer and readily agreed.

Some half hour later after Ellie had finished taking and then evacuating the enema, the two girls returned to the bathroom where the bag was refilled. Rachel got Ellie a pair of latex gloves and they returned to the bedroom where Rachel removed her scrubs and bikinis before lying on the bed. Ellie lubed Rachel really well. “That’s really deep, too. She’s seems to be enjoying herself, which is a good thing . . . for both of us!” thought Rachel as she enjoyed Ellie’s finger up her butt.

Then exactly as Rachel had done to her, Ellie inserted the colon tube and gently pushed and twisted it in all the way. It had been done correctly because Rachel could not feel a thing, yet the bag continued to empty its warm soapy contents deep into her bowels.

“You have great technique,” said Rachel. “My ex used to do this to me whenever we were getting ready to do anal and it brings back some fond memories. An enema makes anal go a lot easier.”

“I had a boyfriend who would like to do anal on me especially when I was having my period, but we never did an enema first.”

“You’re all cleaned out so if you want we could try using the strap-on. It feels really great when done right.”

“Gee, I don’t know,” responded Ellie.

“If you want you could wear the strap-on first and do me.”

“OK. I’ll try that.” At this point Rachel had finished the bag of enema and Ellie removed the tube. Rachel headed off to the bathroom to empty but was secretly elated that Ellie wanted to Balgat Escort give the strap-on a try. As expected the enema really cleaned her out so she knew that the strap-on anal fun would go just fine.

When Rachel returned to the bedroom she brought the strap-on with her, but was surprised that in the meantime Ellie had removed her scrubs top and brassiere. “Gosh, but her 38D tits were nice,” thought Rachel to herself as she then proceeded to take of her top and bra revealing her much more modest 34B tits.

“On second thought since I’m new at this maybe you should do it to me first,” said Ellie completely catching Rachel by surprise. Rachel wasn’t sure what was going to make her pussy wetter, using the strap-on on Ellie or having Ellie use it on her. Either way, she was looking forward to it.

“OK, so this goes around my waist but gets worn low on the hips,” began Rachel, “It fastens here on each side, but the next thing is to make certain that we use plenty of lube. Since you’ve never done this before I’m using one of the smallest ones.”

“Smallest?!” exclaimed Ellie looking at its length. “How many of these do you have?”

“Three, but I’ve never used the biggest one. It’s just plain scary. I’ll have to show it to you later.”

“This size will be fine I’m sure. I’m ready when you are, just be slow,” said Ellie as she felt Rachel lube her bum for the fourth time this evening. Rachel then lubed the tip of the strap-on and introduced it to Ellie’s bum. Slowly but steadily she pushed it in. Ellie moaned with delight.

“Can you believe it’s all the way in?” finally said Rachel.

“Yes, it feels huge but I can’t imagine trying this without doing an enema first.”

“Me neither,” said Rachel now thrusting the artificial phallus in and out.”

“Oh, that feels great. Except I think I’m going to cum!” exclaimed Ellie. “It just feels soooo good.”

“The only thing it’s missing is a nice load of cum for when you climax.” Ellie was in extasy as she had a good climax and pussy juice ran down her legs.

After a few minutes of post-climax relaxation with the phallus deep inside, Ellie was spent. “OK, you’re next!” she exclaimed just as Rachel withdrew the phallus.

After taking the strap-on to the bathroom to wash it off, Ellie seemed like the old pro as she strapped it on and had it properly adjusted on the first try. Rachel couldn’t wait any longer and urged Ellie to lube both her and the phallus. No time was wasted with any preliminaries and soon Ellie had the device up Rachel’s butt moving it in and out like she had been doing it for years. Rachel, too, was driven to climax as pussy juice drained from her. The two eventually collapsed on the bed exhausted from the workout.

“That was great,” said Ellie. And to think that I came over here tonight just to have you help me with my constipation. But now I’m starved so let’s go to the deli on the corner and get something to eat.”

“Sounds good to me. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time. Maybe we should try the strap-on in our pussies some time. What do you say?” asked Rachel as they walked to the corner deli.

“That sounds a little too much like girl-on-girl at the moment,” she said just as they walked past a pharmacy. “I think that the first thing I need to do, however, is get myself an enema bag. We might have to stop in here on the way back from the deli.”

“Not a bad idea,” replied Rachel. “I wouldn’t think of being without one because they do come in quite handy.”

“They do, don’t they,” said Ellie with a giggle. “You just never know, do you?”

“No, you don’t, do you?” agreed Rachel.

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Darrel Duncan walked through the front door of his apartment and immediately announced his entrance to whoever might have been in earshot. When he wasn’t answered with any sort of immediate retort he continued on deeper into the home until he came up on the first bedroom door to cross his path. Darrel beat his fist against it before twisting the knob and poking his head inside the room.

“Hey, Jamie,” he said after taking notice of the young lady puttering around the cluttered floor of her bedroom. She had been busy gathering up the discarded array of clothing articles when he interrupted her. “Your mom around?” he asked once he had her attention.

“Try back in her room,” Jamie answered him with a slight hint of resentment in her voice as she leaned over to snatch up a few more articles. “It was where she was the last time I heard from her.”

Darrel pulled his head back and decided to do just that. He walked on back to the bedroom that he shared with Jamie’s mother, Paula, and found her right where she said he would. She appeared to be engaged in a similar act of tidiness as she bounded from one side of the room to the other.

“Hey,” Darrel said, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. He quickly began peeling his way out of the soiled clothes that he had one.

“Decided to make it home at a decent hour today, huh?” Paula said to him as she continued to go about gathering up clothes and tossing them into the basket that rested on top of their bed. “Can’t say I’m upset about that. Just go on and toss those clothes over in the basket. I’m about to go down and get a few loads started.”

“You do that,” Darrel said, tossing his shirt over towards the hoop. “I’m gonna go ahead and hop in the shower.”

Paula stood there and waited until he’d stripped every stitch of clothing from his body and made sure they all made their way into the basket before collecting her things and leaving the room.

Jamie spun her body around and hopped up on the closed lid of the running washing machine next to the one her mother was currently in the process of filling with another load of dirty clothes. With the basement laundry room being as empty as it was at this hour in the evening every racket that the two women kept up seemed to echo that much louder off of the dingy walls that surrounded them.

The noise of the rickety machine that Jamie climbed up on gave Paula cause to cut a few quick looks over in her daughter’s direction. She took quick notice of the snide grin that had somehow found reason to appear on her lips.

“What the hell are you grinning on about?” Mrs. Duncan said as she poured detergent over the pile of clothes that she had just finished loading into the washer in front of her.

“Because,” Jaime said, placing her palms down on the lid in the space between her legs as she leaned her upper body forward. “I got a date this Friday night. With Sam Jennings,” she said, kicking her legs out one at a time as she leaned back into an upright position.

“Is that so?” Paula replied adding the detergent into the machine. “He’s not that boy I caught with his tongue halfway up your snatch a few weeks ago, is it?”

“No,” Jamie said with a look of disgust on her face. “He’s nobody you know. And while we’re on the subject, you and Darrel kept me up half the night last night even after I told you I needed to get up early this morning.”

“Well, I suppose it serves you right,” Paula said, adding another scoop of powder to the load. “Not like the two of you ever give me any consideration when you’re going at it.”

“It’s your own fault,” Jamie said to her. “Don’t forget who’s idea it was for me to start using his cock to break in my hole.”

“Something that I’ve been regretting ever since,” Paula said as she lowered the lid and turned the dial on the machine. “How’re you coming along anyway?” she asked, sliding herself down to the next washer where another basket waited to be unloaded.

“Alright, I guess,” Jamie replied. “We haven’t really been at it for awhile now. It’s been mostly just straight fucking. Either that or him gushing down my throat. Where is he anyway? I saw him nosing around looking for you earlier.”

Darrel stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel. Once he was done drying himself he went to his room and threw on a set of sweatpants and a T-shirt. His growling stomach eventually led him in the direction of the kitchen where he was left extremely disappointed by the lack of any readily available sustenance. Afterwards, he left the apartment and made his way down to the laundry room.

“Well look who it is,” Paula said when she saw him come through the door. “Speak of the devil.”

“Speak of him all you want,” Darrel said as he approached the two of them. “What are you planning on doing about feeding him?”

“We were just talking about you,” Jamie said to him.

Darrel moved past Paula’s back and pressed his body up against the machine that Jamie was sitting on; moving into position between her hanging Büyükesat Escort legs. “Yeah? Anything I’d be interested in knowing about?” he said, rubbing his palms up the length of thighs that protruded from the short pants that she wore. In return Jamie placed her palms against his chest and rubbed them up to his shoulders.

“Not unless you’re interested in finding out what a shiftless shit you are,” Paula replied as she loaded the machine. “One who’d rather go around making throat babies rather than dumpin’ his nut where he’s supposed to.”

“Damn it, Paula, don’t start with me.”

Jamie actually found herself tickled into giggles by the sound of yet another storm brewing between them. So excited, in fact, that she casually let a hand slip down and slide in beneath the waistband of his sweats. Jamie fished around for his cock until she had located the thick glans and began massaging it in her palm.

“Hey,” she said to him. “Did you hear? I’m going out with Sam this Friday.”

“Really?” Darrel said.

“Yes,” Paula answered him as she continued to sort through the laundry. “Maybe then someone might finally get around to reaming her out instead of just fucking around.”

“Shit,” Darrel muttered to himself over the tune of Jamie’s giggling. He rolled his eyes up until they came down on her grinning face. Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the small cosmetic bag that Paula had brought down with the rest of her things. “Come on, Jamie,” he said as he snatched back the zipper and shoved his hand into the mess inside.

“Are you kidding?” Jamie said over a mouth filled with chuckles.

“No. He’s just being a dick as usual,” Paula said.

“I’m dead serious,” Darrel said, flipping up the lid on the small bottle of lotion. “Anything to shut your damn mouth.”

He squeezed a huge glob of the slick solution out into his palm. Jamie let go of his dick when he reached down and pulled down the front of his pants and watched as he slapped the lather onto his swelling shaft. Darrel began running his palm over the length of the growing organ with so much vigor that Jamie could hear the noise of the wet spank of flesh slapping against flesh.

“C’mon. What if somebody walks in?” Jamie said, still full of cheer over the ensuing situation.

“Nobody’s coming in here,” Darrel reassured her. “Paula, would you go check the door?”

“Oh, for shit’s sake,” she fumed, tossing down the clothes that she held before making a stride over towards the door. She stuck her head out the door and peeked a look up the stairwell, listening for any signs of life out in the small corridor. “There ain’t nobody there,” she said as she moved back over to her original place behind the washer.

“I can’t believe this,” Jamie said as Darrel took a step back to give her room to hop down from the top of the machine.

She turned her back to him and placed her palms down on top of the machine. The slapping rhythm made by Darrel jerking his cock off paused for the length of time that it took for him to grab hold of the waistband of her shorts and underwear and yank them down over the fleshy curves of her ass cheeks. He left the rear of her waistband resting just beneath the bottom arc of the two humps to reclaim his hold on his now fully erect staff.

Paula, having gotten back underway with her sorting through the pile of clothing in front of her, cut a look over in their direction and watched as Darrel craned down the wet tip of his pole and worked it through the soft valley between the two mushy hemispheres of Jamie’s ass. When she heard Jamie wince out loud she was sure that the meaty mushroom cap had succeeded in coming into direct contact with the outer ring encircling her tight sphincter. She was pretty sure that that was all that had happened seeing as how a lengthy portion of his rod still remained visible to her.

When Jamie felt the weight of his warm, wet cock head come down on the wrinkled mat surrounding her asshole, gaping open the pucker, she leaned forward on the washer and stepped her legs apart as she angled her rear end up higher to meet his intentions. She whined out in anticipation of the movement of the broad shaft that was set to follow the hefty headpiece once it started on its way further up into the depths of her body.

Darrel grabbed up the bottom of her shirt and worked it up just high enough to leave Jamie’s tits hanging free. Grabbing hold of one of the well-fleshed mounds, he placed his other hand down on her waist and shifted his hips forward.

Paula watched his stick slip in to the base with one ease of a push. Jamie greeted the filling sensation with her signature shrill cry and Darrel immediately took off with reckless abandonment. Paula twisted her lips up at the sight of Jamie’s trembling, rippling flesh as Darrel repeatedly spanked her bottom with his pelvis. With the sound of slapping skin and Jamie’s whimpering cadence reverberating off the walls she went on with trying Elvankent Escort to finish sorting through the laundry.

“So who’s this Sam guy?” Darrel asked through a mouth filled with gnashed teeth as he stared down at the picture of his cock slamming through Jamie’s crack. The sound of his words were strained as he tried using them in place of the grunts that he wanted to spit out while he relished in the feel of the snug wrap dragging across his shaft. “Anybody we know?”

“No,” Paula answered him. “According to Jamie he’s some new guy.”

“So is she bringing him over or not? Ah, shit!” Darrel belted out loud, feeling his cock thicken and jerk around in Jamie’s ass. He slid his hand down the center of her back, coaxing her to bend over further and shove her backside harder in his direction as he sped up the pace of his hips.

“Why?” Paula asked over the noise of Jamie’s pants and whines. “You plan on scaring him off?”

Darrel was barely able to focus on her words when he felt the beating pulse swimming up through his straining shaft quickly approaching critical. The next words out of his mouth were a series of grunts that he directed down towards Jamie’s trembling cheeks once he felt the wetness start flowing out of him. He slowly began to dial back the speed of his hips which also lessened the volume of Jamie’s cries until they were just wheezes and moans.

“As tempting as that sounds,” Darrel said as he leaned his exhausted body forward and placed his palms down on the washer next to Jamie’s. “I was just curious as to whether or not I needed to be on any kind of special behavior, is all.” He gave out another groan as Jamie smashed her cheeks back into him and swiveled her hips around on the dwindling mass still impaling her.

“Feel free to try,” Paula answered him. “But I’m sure it’d be a wonder to behold if you managed to pull it off.”

Jamie was all chuckles again and Darrel looked over in Paula’s direction with a twisted look of resentment on his face.

Paula Duncan walked through the front door of her apartment carrying two armloads worth of groceries. She could hear the television playing in the living room as she kicked the door closed behind her.

“Hey,” she called out to the two lumps that she was sure were parked on the couch in front of the screen. “Could one of you get in here and help me?”

Paula made it all the way to the kitchen without receiving so much as an acknowledgement of her presence. After sitting the bags down on the counter she stormed into the living room to see what the holdup was. Once she moved into the room it wasn’t hard to figure out. All it took was one look at the television screen for her to understand why no one had been in a big rush to come to her aid. The nude couple undulating and gyrating their fused bodies certainly explained a lot. And a closer view of the pair sitting on the couch watching the show explained a lot more.

Actually, Darrel was the only one watching the action at that particular moment. Jamie was, at present, busy slowly dragging her lips up and down the pole jutting up from his bare lap. Paula walked over to the couch and laid a light slap against the back of Darrel’s head, adding more bass to his next aching groan.

“What the fuck?” Darrel whined as he turned around to get a look at her while rubbing the back of his head.

Jamie lifted her head up from his lap and looked in her mother’s direction.

“There’re groceries in there in the kitchen,” was all Paula had to say to her in order to get a disgusted sigh and eye roll out of Jamie. Seconds later, the fist that she rubbed around Darrel’s cock suddenly stopped moving and she rose up from her position on the couch.

He returned her look of disappointment when she passed in front of him on her way into the kitchen. “What the hell did you do that for?” Darrel said to Paula as he scooted over to make room for her on the couch.

“Shut up,” she said, getting comfortable on the cushion. “Where’s the remote?” When Paula was able to fish it out from between the cracks in the couch she pointed it at the television and switched it to something with a little less shock value. Although now the picture of the engorged shaft next to her that she just couldn’t quite seem to keep from cutting her eyes over to get a look at seemed a bit more out of place. It didn’t help much that Darrel had a disturbing habit of constantly reaching down to apply a few massaging pumps to it (some slow and long, others short and quick) to keep it in a somewhat rigid state. “Do you mind?” Paula said to him.

“No,” he replied. “As a matter of fact, I don’t.” Darrel released his hold on the stick that was still slightly damp from Jamie’s mouth and reached over towards the buckle on the front of Paula’s pants.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she said, looking down at his busy fingers.

“Oh, be quiet,” he snapped at her. “Now just sit back and take it. It’s obvious that you need Beşevler Escort this more than I do.” After he succeeded in getting the buckle undone and the zipper down Darrel reached up for the fabric around her waistline and began tugging down at the material. “Lift up,” he ordered her.

Paula sent out a gust of frustrated wind through her nostrils and lifted her hips up from the seat. Once Darrel got her pants and panties down to her thighs she sat back down, never once taking her glare off of the television screen. Darrel continued to snatch her pants and underwear down the length of her legs until he got them free of her body. When he rose back up he shoved her thighs apart with just enough force to elicit a groan of aggravation from her and gain him a frowning glare from her face. Sliding his fingers down her lower abdomen and sinking a couple into the slit that had been left vulnerable with the spreading of her legs gained him an entirely different noise from her. When he went to digging around between the strips of flesh he was also able to turn that look of scorn on her face into a twisted mockery of itself.

Massaging her inner thigh with one hand and keeping her legs spread wide, Darrel used the fingers of his other to mix up a batch of juice in her cunt that left a glossy shine on each digit that he ran through her slit. He sank a pair into her slick opening and Paula became so moved by the sensation that she fumbled around with the remote that still held until the video that he and Jamie had been watching when she entered the apartment came blaring to life once more.

“Oh, fuck you,” Jamie said, announcing her return to the living room. She didn’t know which upset her more; the fact that her mother had taken up a seat on the couch next to Darrel while she was busy stowing away the groceries in the kitchen alone, or that his shifting fingers had her hips humping her seat while she panted and moaned out louder than the couple on the screen.

She walked around the two of them and dropped down sideways on the couch next to Darrel. With her eyes focused in on the television screen she scooted up close enough to Darrel to reach out and wrapped her fingers around his cock.

Feeling his fingers slide out of her hole and glide up through her cut until they were able to peel back the hood sheltering her clit, Paula lifted her shirt up until her breasts dropped down into her cupping hands. She kneaded the two masses and pinched at her nipples until the combined sensation of every hand fondling her body forced her muscles to spasm as her clit burst loose with a mind shattering orgasm.

Darrel continued to throttle the bulging bit between her legs even as he spoke over her cries with his own moans that had been supplied courtesy of Jamie reapplying her salivating mouth to his stiffening dick. The lips and the fist grip that she had wrapped around his straining pole continued to pick up their steady increasing pace until he was forced to pull himself away from Paula and apply both of his hands to the head bouncing in his lap.

“Wait an minute!” Darrel grunted out as he struggled to stop the motion of her face and pry her lips up from his twitching member. “Wait a minute.” When he finally got Jamie’s head up from his lap he had to suffer a confused and upset look from her before turning his face in Paula’s direction. “Come on,” he said to her.

Jamie leaned back in her seat and folded her legs in Indian style as she watched her mother angle her body over in Darrel’s direction. She took his staff up in her grip and her fist became a blur as it began swiping strokes across the lengthy piece of meat. All eyes were on his cock as he leaned back in his seat and began pumping his hips up to keep in tune with the motion of her hand. When the noise of his grunts began to grow louder and more labored Paula cried out to Jamie.

“Hurry up and get me something before he nuts all over the place!” Paula yelled at her.

“Something like what!?!” Jamie called back to her, her eyes still glued to the distended head of his codpiece as she anxiously waited for her mother’s pounding fist to produce the first burst of drainage from the organ.

“Shit! It don’t matter! Just hand me something! Quick!”

Jamie breathed out a disgusted wind and peeled the T-shirt that she wore up over her head and threw it in her mother’s direction, leaving her nude from the waist up. Paula was swift enough to cup the material beneath the head of his cock and bring up a net of fabric to catch the first blast that Darrel grunted and sent showering out of the small slit in his glans. Paula kept pumping her fist until the imprint of her hand could be made out against the wet material that surrounded it. When he was done spraying Paula wiped the drool up from the end of his prick, bawled the shirt up, and tossed it over towards Jamie. She lurched back and swatted it away, voicing her disapproval with a sound that matched the look of objection on her face. Paula got up from her seat, grabbed her clothes up from the floor, and headed off towards her bedroom.

“So how about this guy you’re bringing over tomorrow?” Darrel spoke up after he found wind enough through the gasps and wheezes that had consumed him. “Were you wantin’ us to clear out of here so you two could have a little privacy or what?” he said, giving up some laughter with his words when he was done.

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