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This story – the second chapter of a number I plan to write – is about a man’s bicycle trip across Denmark. The locations exist but the characters are fictional. The first chapter was based in Copenhagen. I suggest you start with that chapter, though each does stand on its own and could be read separately.

Most of this chapter takes place near the northern tip of Denmark along the North Sea coast and is inspired by a nude painting – The Bather by the Danish artist Laurits Tuxen. Watch out for the brief time shift near the beginning!

I’d like to thank Gorza and VMKC for editing my story. I learned a lot from their feedback. Their input significantly improved the final product. Nevertheless, I’m ultimately responsible for what follows.

I enjoy receiving feedback about my stories. So I’d love to hear from you!

CHAPTER TWO – SKAGEN

I dismounted and walked my bike into the central Copenhagen train station. The sounds of people, pigeons and announcements echoed in the large hall. Looking up at a monitor, I saw that I had an hour and a bit before my train left.

I bought a small black coffee and sat down at a heavy wrought iron table. I was looking forward to savouring the taste of a good European blend while doing some people watching — a favourite past time of mine. I suddenly remembered that I had intended to call my wife, Dana. She had arrived in Denmark a week before and was staying with a girlfriend in Jutland — a peninsula in Denmark that extends northward from Germany along the North Sea coast.

I took another sip of my coffee and reached for my cell phone. As I called up Dana’s number, I realized that I needed to say something about my experience with Inga yesterday. It was only right. But how would Dana take it, I wondered? Maybe it was something best talked about face to face?

I laid my phone back down on the table and started to think about what I would say. Memories of our happy marriage of more than 30 years flashed through my mind. The kids were now grown and busy raising their own families. I chuckled at the thought. Dana and I had always found time to be together as a couple and our love for one another had grown even stronger. I was unaware of the smile that had broken out on my face.

We had been pretty traditional at first with our lovemaking – limited to only a few sexual positions in our own bedroom. Gradually, we had become more adventurous. We enjoyed weekend excursions to large cities when our parents were available to babysit. Anonymity allowed Dana to dress in ways she wouldn’t feel comfortable doing in our small home town out of fear that we’d meet someone we knew. We found hotel rooms, without kids, were particularly exciting and that we often needed a late checkout.

We always talked openly about our fantasies and what turned us on. We often sought safe ways to experience some of them – at an appropriate time and place. We had learned that by being open with one another, and willing to experiment, we could enjoy sex in ways we never had imagined when we first were married. If others knew about our adventures, they would be shocked. What a lucky guy I am, I thought!

There were tense moments though as we wrestled with the way we had been raised and social norms. The time Dana admitted to having sex with Peter was one of those moments. It was indelibly burned in my mind.

…..

“Paul, I have something to tell you,” Dana said as I arrived home from work one day early in our marriage before we had children. “I met Peter downtown today.”

“Oh, how’s he doing?” I asked.

“Fine,” Dana said. “We had lunch together and…”.

I waited for Dana to finish as I took off my jacket and removed my tie. “And what?” I asked wanting her to know that I was still listening.

“Well, we went back to his place,” Dana continued adding quickly “He wanted to show me his new apartment.”

“Oh, what’s it like?”

“Nice…”.

Dana didn’t sound her normal bubbly self. I turned around and found her with a worried look on her face.

“Paul, I had sex with Peter,” she blurted out with a pained look on her face.

Her words were a punch to my chest. I was paralyzed…speechless. All kinds of angry thoughts flooded my mind. “Pardon me?” was all I could muster.

“One thing led to another and we had sex. Oh, Paul, we just got carried away…caught up in a moment.” Dana started to move toward me with her arms open wide. I stepped back.

“You had sex with Peter?” I repeated dumbfounded in a raised voice.

“Yes, but it means nothing.” Dana reached out for me.

I pushed her arms away. “You’ve got to be kidding!”

“We just got carried away. It means nothing Paul. I love you, not Peter!”

“Well, that’s one hell of a way to show your love for me!” I said bitterly turning my back on her.

Dana tried to turn me around but I shook her arms off my shoulders and headed for the door. I slammed the door of our apartment behind me and walked out into the hallway afraid of what I might do or say if I were to remain in the same room.

I walked our neighbourhood Naldöken Escort for hours with all kinds of images running through my head: of Peter kissing Dana, fondling her breasts and fucking her. How could he? She was mine! How could she let him fuck her?

I knew men were attracted to Dana. In fact, I was quite proud of it. She was blonde and curvaceous, stood 5 foot 6 with beautiful firm breasts — 34 Es — a lovely complexion and smile. We often talked about how men looked at her, especially when we were away in the big city on weekends and she wore those tight fitting dresses with plunging necklines. In fact, I would deliberately walk behind her on the street so that I could watch men — and women — turn their heads as she walked by them. She was my trophy and I loved showing her off. It excited us both that others lusted after her. We went so far as to talk about how exciting a threesome or being with another couple might be.

I wondered what Peter was now thinking after having bedded my wife. Was he laughing at me behind my back? Was he bragging to others? The longer I walked, though, the more I thought of the pain in Dana’s face when she told me about what had happened. She seemed genuine when she said she loved me. I started to wonder who am I to deny Dana what she wants. And what about all those fantasies we talked about? Were we playing with fire? Was I being hypocritical? Would I have acted any differently in the same situation?

I was less angry but terribly confused when I came back in the door later that evening. Dana was sitting on the couch. She had been crying. She rose. “Oh Paul, I didn’t mean to hurt you. But I just didn’t want to hide it from you. That wouldn’t be right.”

“I understand Dana, but it still hurts,” I replied matter of fact.

She stepped closer, placed her arms around me and hugged me tightly. “You have to believe me. I love only you Paul.”

I went into the kitchen for a glass of water. I returned to the living room and sat down at the other end of the couch where she was sitting. I took a deep breath, leaned forward with my hands clenched on my knees and asked “So, what exactly happened?”

Dana’s eyes opened wide. She exhaled. “We met on the street. I had put on my new summer dress — no bra – and decided to go downtown.”

She looked up in the air and shook her head. “Oh, I don’t know…maybe it was the men looking at me, the hot muggy day…I was just…excited when I met Peter. He invited me for lunch. We had a couple of glasses of wine and he invited me back to his apartment. I should have known better.”

Dana took a deep breath and paused as though she wanted me to say something. I remained silent wanting her to continue.

She took another deep breath. “On the way back to the apartment, we were pushed up tight against one another on the subway. The elevator in his building was packed too. When we got to his apartment, we just pounced on one another. It was over in less than five minutes…and I left.”

There was silence. “Did he fuck you?” I asked.

“Yes,” Dana said adding quickly “But I didn’t feel good about it afterwards. And I certainly don’t feel good about it now.” Dana looked down.

“Did you enjoy it then?”

Dana looked up and paused. “I have to be honest. Yes! But you have to understand. We were both caught up in the moment. It was exciting having lunch on the patio amongst men dressed in business suits looking at me. I caught him looking at my cleavage several times. Rubbing against him on the subway and in the elevator took me over the edge, I think.”

Sensing I was prepared to listen and wrestling with my own feelings, Dana continued. “As soon as we came in the door to his apartment, he faced me and slid the strap of my dress over my shoulder. The straps were so loose on my dress that when my body shuddered, the strap slid off my other shoulder. My dress simply fell to the floor. It happened so quickly. It caught us both by surprise. I found myself totally nude in front of him. We were both speechless. He reached out with his hand and led me to his bedroom where he laid me down on his bed. He undressed in front of me. I was so excited that I pulled him down on top of me and put him inside me.”

Dana was fighting back tears. I reached out for her and hugged her tight. “Dana, I don’t want to lose you!” I started crying.

“You won’t Paul! I love you so much! We…I just got carried away. I’m so sorry.” Dana started sobbing.

We held each other tight for several minutes. Then, suddenly, I had an irresistible urge to make love to her. I took her hand and led her to our bedroom. I stood her at the end of the bed facing me and slowly began to unbutton her dress. I pushed the short sleeves back off her shoulders baring her breasts. She remained frozen with her arms dangling at her sides. I reached inside her dress and wrapped my arms around her waist pulling her tight up against me. We kissed passionately.

Then, I forcefully tugged downward on her dress. It pooled at her feet. She stood still in front of me, totally naked, Escort Naldöken as though she were offering herself up to me — perhaps a bit fearful of what I would do next.

I thought of how fortunate I was to have such a beautiful woman. I placed my hands on her waist and glided them up along her sides and back down over her hips. She trembled. I squeezed her breasts tightly and tweaked her nipples harder than I would normally. She cried out but stood still staring into my eyes. Then I pushed her firmly back on to the bed. She looked frightened but remained motionless. As I took off my clothes, her eyes remained locked on mine. Then, she spread her legs wide.

I hadn’t realized how hard my cock had become. It popped out of my underwear as I pulled them down. I lowered myself down on top of her and gripped her head in my hands. We kissed passionately.

I felt her hand searching frantically for my cock. “Paul, please fuck me. I’m yours.”

I grabbed her wrists and placed her hands above her head. Then, I took my cock in my hand and pointed it between her legs. As I slid inside, Dana pushed her hips forward sharply as though she wanted to impale herself on my cock.

“Fuck me hard Paul! Fuck me hard!” she pleaded.

…..

The screech of a chair being dragged along the tile floor abruptly pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see a well-dressed middle aged woman sitting down at the table next to me in the train station. Our eyes met. She smiled and sat down with her back to me.

I returned to thinking about that day with Dana and how frantically we had made love that evening. We had been like animals. We couldn’t make love hard enough — either of us. When we finished, we were both dripping with sweat. My cum was spread all over her — between her legs, along her thighs and on her breasts. We smelled of sex.

Later, when we talked about what had happened and how we felt, Dana said that she had wanted to give herself to me totally — for me to know that she was mine and that I could take her any way I wanted.

I felt as though I was reclaiming her out of some primeval need to mark my territory. As months went by, I came to accept the fact that I was excited by the thought that my wife had been lusted after and fucked by another man — that she had immediately returned to my side and begged to be fucked by me. It made me feel proud.

I took the last sip of my coffee and looked up. The morning rush was over. There were fewer people in the hall and it was quieter. I picked up my phone and called up Dana’s number again. I hit the Send button. Just at that moment, the woman at the table beside me shifted in her chair. What beautiful dark hair and full red lips! My eyes started exploring her body.

“Hello!” Dana’s voice on the phone startled me. “Hello?” she repeated obviously wondering whether anyone was on the other end.

My people watching came to an abrupt end.

“How are you doing?” I asked.

“Oh hi! It’s you!” Dana said happily. “I was wondering where you were.”

“How are things?” I asked again.

“Good. Lea and I are just about to do some grocery shopping. How about you?”

“Well, I’m sitting here in the central Copenhagen train station, waiting for my train to Skagen.”

“What did you do yesterday?”

I hesitated. “I walked down Stroeget.” I paused and inhaled. “Actually, you wouldn’t believe what happened.”

“Try me.”

“I met a woman at Illum.”

“Oh!” There was quiet on the other end.

“She asked if I could help her with some shopping for her husband.”

Dana laughed. “So, did you help her?”

“I think so.”

“So what did you suggest?”

“Actually, she already knew pretty much what she wanted.”

“Oh? What was that?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the woman sitting at the table next to me had turned in her chair. I could now see her face. I wondered whether she was listening to our conversation.

I lowered my voice. “She asked if I would help her select some…clothes…at Agent Provocateur.”

“Pardon?” Dana’s voice was raised. She sounded shocked. The woman’s head jerked to the side. Her eyebrows furrowed.

I turned my back to her and tried to speak quieter. “She asked if I would help her decide on some lingerie at Agent Provocateur.”

“You’ve got to be kidding?”

“No! Actually, I’m not. She was interested in a black set in the shop window, but I convinced her to get something more colourful. You should see it. I mean, I’d like you to see that set, Dana. It’s called Kuri” I said hoping to redirect the conversation.

There was silence again. “So…just a minute.” There was a rustling sound at the other end of the line, followed by the sound of a door closing. “How did you meet again?”

I described how Inga was mistakenly attracted by the stacked sugar cubes at my table in the cafeteria at Illum, the scene at Agent Provocateur with Karen, and lunch at Slotskaelderen.

“The whole afternoon and evening was so surreal, Dana! I’m still wondering whether it happened at Naldöken Escort Bayan all!”

“Evening?”

I inhaled. “She invited me back to their home for supper. It was just down the street from the restaurant — you know, across from the parliament buildings. I met her husband. You’d like him.” I waited a while for Dana to say something. There was no response.

I decided to continue. “We had supper and…” I hesitated. “Well, she had me fuck her from behind in front of her husband…at the dinner table.”

“You’ve got to be kidding!” Dana said loudly.

Although I had been talking in what I thought to be almost a whisper, I’m sure that the woman beside me had heard Dana. She had slid around abruptly in her chair and was looking directly at me with an incredulous look on her face. Time froze as we stared at one another. I shrugged my shoulders. She had to be hearing a lot of this conversation, I thought!

I turned away in my chair and continued. “Really! I still can’t believe the evening. They were such a nice couple — obviously very much in love with one another. I guess he gets his excitement from being cuckolded. It was her birthday present to him.”

“Cuckolded? What’s that?”

“It’s a French term — where a wife …has sex with another man sometimes right in front of him.”

There was a long pause. “Oh…well…that was an interesting start to your trip!” Dana was obviously lost for words and just searching for something to say.

I was concerned that she was as hurt as I was that first time with Peter. “Geez Dana, I wish you were here with me right now. I would rather have told you about this face to face, but I wanted to tell you right away.”

“You certainly had a memorable day…to say the least!” Dana said, trying to be more upbeat.

“That’s for sure. I love you, Dana.”

“I love you Paul,” she said reassuringly. I heard a knock and a voice in the background. “Just a moment,” Dana said. She came back on the line sounding a bit rushed. “I’ve got to go. When will you call again?”

“Probably tomorrow evening. I’m on the train most of the day today. Dana, are you OK?”

“Yes, of course. It just takes a bit of time to process that’s all.”

“I love you Dana. You know that!”

“Yes, Paul. I know that. Look! Take care and give me a call tomorrow.” Then she added, “You’ll have difficulty topping your first day.”

“That’s for sure. I’ll call again tomorrow.”

I hit the End button and put my phone back down on the table. I slumped in my chair. That didn’t go that badly, I thought. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the woman beside me quickly turn away and look straight ahead. I saw her amused face reflected in the glass window directly in front of her. I gathered up my things and stood to leave for my train. As I walked by her, I nodded and shrugged. She smiled still with an amused look on her face.

The train left right on time and I arrived in Skagen — the northern most point on the tip of Jutland – at around four in the afternoon. As I walked along the platform toward the station exit, I passed a poster advertising the Skagens Museum. Dana had told me about a famous group of Danish painters based in Skagen in the late 1800s and had suggested that I see their work. Looking at my watch, I realized that I had enough time for a quick tour if I went directly there.

I followed the signs to the museum. I felt a bit awkward walking in with my panniers, but the woman behind the cash register directed me to some lockers just down the hallway. It was a small building with dark wood panelling, high ceilings and hardwood floors throughout. Walking through the galleries, I was struck by the size of some of the canvases and the way that evening light was depicted in warm shades of blue and pink.

I entered a room that was a special exhibition of an artist named Laurits Tuxen. A man and woman were standing beside one another in the middle of the room admiring a painting of a beautiful nude woman maybe in her late twenties walking gingerly out of the sea onto a sandy beach. You could feel a light breeze and the warmth of the sun on her pink skin. I was drawn closer to the painting and didn’t realize that I was standing beside the younger couple.

The man turned toward me and quietly said something. I was so captivated by the woman in the painting — her tight body, firm breasts and red cheeks – that I didn’t quite hear what he had said.

“Pardon me?” I said.

“Beautiful, don’t you think?”

“Yes, very beautiful.” I replied.

The woman beside him turned around and smiled. I was immediately struck by how much she looked like the woman in the painting. She, too, was a brunette, in her late twenties or early thirties, with a rosy complexion. Although she was wearing a dress, it was tight fitting and left no doubt her body had those same curves and firm round breasts.

I returned her smile and looked back at the painting. I was concerned that I had stared at her for too long and had made her feel uncomfortable. As I left the gallery a minute or two later, I looked back hoping to get another look at her — more discretely this time. She was looking my way. Our eyes met. She nodded and smiled as though she knew what I was up to. I was embarrassed at being caught and started to blush. I sheepishly returned her smile, turned around and continued walking into the next gallery.

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— CHAPTER 7: The Pregnancy —

***

*DECEMBER*

I awoke in the morning to feel a soft naked back against my chest. I tilted my face down to press my nose against her bare skin and I inhaled deeply, relishing the scent of her.

My hand slid down her side and up over her hips. I paused there and rubbed her ass with my hand. She made no real movements while I caressed the cheek, which made me think she was still asleep. Then I slowly moved my hand lower, stroking her thighs gently.

The gorgeous supermodel was on her left side, her left leg pointing straight down the length of the bed with her right pulled forward and then bent at the knee. She was in the perfect position for my fingers to trail lower into the cleft between her legs, and when my fingertip began to slowly rub up and down the seam of her pussy lips, she began to stir.

I kept my touch soft, and every time she moved or moaned I went softer still. And gradually, like a flower in bloom, her labia opened up. I began to feel the first trickle of moisture, and then I pushed my finger in with added pressure and managed to coat the tip in her nectar.

Now at least a little lubricated, I let my finger glide higher along until I found that her little ball of pleasure had just begun to peek out from under its hood. And ever so gently, I touched my moistened finger to it.

She began to moan, a softly erotic sound and her hips shuffled slightly in her sleep. I stopped moving for a moment, and then when she settled down, I returned my finger to her moistened folds to recoat with fresh nectar. Once sufficiently lubed up, I returned to rubbing her clit.

I kept this up for a good ten minutes. She nearly woke twice, but by the end of that time her pussy was a furnace, her labia were widely parted and showing plenty of pink, and her whole body trembled. It was time.

I shifted my hips until I was right behind her ass and just a little further down the bed. And then, with cock in hand, I guided it into position and began to lean my hips into her.

I heard the catch in her breathing as she came awake. By then, I already had the mushroom head inside her snatch, and it was just a matter of pressure as I slid the full rod deep into her body.

She moaned and rocked her hips while I reached around with wet fingertips and began to rub at her clit once again. And then I pulled my cock back out a few inches before once again burying it in to the hilt.

The beautiful, naked woman in my arms began to buck herself back at me while I picked up speed. My left hand went up to grasp her shoulder so I could use it as leverage to thrust myself into her pussy from behind. Her own hand moved down to take over rubbing herself, freeing me to shift my right hand to her hips.

Only I didn’t move it to her hips. I moved my hand around to Taylor’s stomach, resting my palm just below her belly button as I imagined the life growing inside of her. Her head bowed forward as she kept up the rhythm, and together my wife and I made morning love until we both softly moaned our releases, Taylor’s whole body shivering with pleasure while I spunked out my load against her inner walls.

When we were done, Taylor turned to me and brushed her dark bangs out of her eyes. Her eyes were a brighter blue than I’d seen them in a long time, and she kissed me wetly and hotly, moaning with passion and love for her husband.

“I love you, Johnny.”

“I love you, Taylor.”

She smiled at me and sighed. We both let our heads sink into the pillows to relax our necks after the tension of our lovemaking. But just while I was sighing in absolute contentment, Taylor’s eyes bugged out and she clapped a hand over her mouth.

Quickly, my wife rolled out of bed, oblivious to the creamy white jism now leaking onto her thighs. She scrambled for the bathroom and a moment later I heard retching sounds echo through the cavernous room back towards me.

I sighed again, this time in resignation. Then I quickly scooted off the bed and went to stroke my wife’s back while she vomited up last night’s dinner into the toilet.

***

Taylor was still looking a little green when I brought her down for breakfast. I’d offered to have her breakfast delivered upstairs, but she wanted to eat with everyone.

I held her hand the whole way down the stairs, and for the first time in memory, I actually had something to complain to Jeff Lee about. Why had my design architect not told me that lack of stairs might be more important to my wife during pregnancy than a second-floor view? At least we had an elevator. Maybe I could put in an escalator? It’d be tacky, but effective.

We were the last ones to arrive and breakfast was already laid out on the table. I had my arms wrapped around Taylor the whole way in. When we entered into the dining room, the first thing I heard was, “Aww… you guys look so cute!”

I glanced up to see it was Ashlyn, staring at us with a glow on her face. And when our eyes met, I froze. A flashback of last night came straight into my memory. The look of her face in the middle Kaynaklar Escort of orgasm had been so erotic. The sound of her moans had set my heart racing. And the passion of our lovemaking had simply been extraordinary.

Last night had been the most amazing sex of my life.

And from the look on Ashlyn’s face as she stared at me, it had been pretty incredible for her, too.

Taylor caught us gazing rapturously back and forth at each other and she squeezed my hand. “Looks like you two had a pretty good time last night,” she quipped before sitting down.

Ashlyn blushed, but I think I blushed even deeper. At least my tan complexion hid it better than Ashlyn’s ivory whiteness.

Kate chimed in, “Believe me, they had a good time. Everyone in the HOUSE could hear that they had a good time. I got myself off twice just listening to them.”

Now Ashlyn was beet red, and I’m sure I wasn’t much better. But Taylor pushed past the teasing and put her hand on top of Ashlyn’s beside her. “How are you feeling, Ash?”

“Better. Happier.”

“No more dark thoughts. No more morose depression?”

Ashlyn flicked her gorgeous blue eyes to me. “No. I feel great.” And then Ashlyn flashed me a smile so big I was blinded by the light.

Kate chuckled. “One night of sex with John and all her troubles are cured,” she said theatrically while shaking her head in mild disbelief.

“It’s not like all my problems went AWAY,” Ashlyn shrugged. “But I guess I’d just slipped into a rut of depression. I saw love around me and was convinced I couldn’t have it anymore. The one guy I dared to fall for beat the crap out of me. And when someone like me goes three weeks without feeling any happiness, you can bet a night with John does wonders for improving one’s mood.”

“Some of us are just sexual creatures,” Taylor mused. “Sometimes when you’re down, there’s nothing like an amazing orgasm to lift your spirits.”

“Or seven…” Ashlyn said under her breath.

“Seven? Someone had a REALLY good night,” Taylor teased and then she squeezed my hand.

Ashlyn squeezed Taylor’s hand. “Thank you, Taylor. Thank you so much for last night.”

My wife rubbed Ashlyn’s hand. “Don’t thank me. I think Johnny did all the work.”

The two gorgeous supermodels turned to look at me. I just blushed and looked down.

Ashlyn continued, “Still, I know the idea of me and Johnny makes you uncomfortable. It really means a lot that you would share him.”

Taylor leaned back and waved her hand kind of kookily. “Well, what are friends for if they can’t loan out their husbands to fuck your brains out when you get depressed?” The two ladies immediately began laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

“Am I just a piece of meat over here?” I grumbled.

“Yes, dear,” Taylor turned and patted me on the shoulder. “Now eat your breakfast.”

That caused the girls to start giggling again and this time, even Cassandra and Charlotte joined in.

But when they stopped, Ashlyn got serious. “You’re really okay with it?”

Taylor sighed and hugged her friend. “Yeah. I’m… I’m not jealous…”

Taylor got a surprised expression on her face. “I’m actually not jealous,” she said with wonder. My wife then turned and looked at me. “I know my man still loves me with all his heart.”

“I do,” I said earnestly, willing all my love to come through my expression.

Taylor smiled and then looked back to Ashlyn. “Just be careful not to fall in love with HIM.”

“I don’t know,” Ashlyn said wistfully as she looked at me. “It may already be too late.”

The room went awkwardly silent for a moment as something non-verbal passed between Taylor and Ashlyn. Ashlyn’s gorgeous blue eyes were sparkling as she stared at me with undisguised adoration. But then Kate asked someone to pass the eggs and we all launched into our usual conversation.

Breakfast was lively and chatter-filled. It was literally a night and day transformation for Ashlyn, who had gone from depressed and disheveled to cheery and radiantly beautiful overnight. She looked so lovely this morning that I found my gaze drifting to her repeatedly throughout the meal before I would catch myself and focus on something else. I was still reeling from the emotional high of being with her last night, and I knew I was dangerously close to falling a bit in love with the gorgeous woman. If I hadn’t gotten up and gone to sleep with my wife, I don’t know how much more attached to Ashlyn I’d be feeling right now.

Ashlyn caught me staring at her twice. Both times, she blushed and pointedly looked somewhere else. I caught her staring at me once also, and her sudden averted gaze made my heart jump a few extra beats.

It actually took Cassandra reaching over and putting her hand on my arm to get me to stop. My beautiful assistant stared me down, her blue eyes turning a sharp grey. I may not have been experienced with female non-verbal communication, but I got the hint to cool it.

I did my best to stare at my food then. It was all just so overwhelming. I was Escort Kaynaklar in love with my wife Taylor and felt a surge of satisfaction knowing she was pregnant with my child. I felt a comfortable, secure love with Cassandra. I had a concerned, protective love for Kate. And I now felt a passionate, energizing love for Ashlyn.

Could one man really love four women at the same time?

Meanwhile, Ashlyn talked about calling the agency to resume taking modeling gigs, and she, Taylor, and Kate gossiped together like her depression had ever happened.

“Hey, isn’t Taylor’s birthday coming up soon?” Ashlyn glanced at Kate and then at Charlotte, who would certainly know.

Charlotte spoke up, “Late next month.”

Taylor piped up, “Ah, it’ll be exciting to turn 29 again.”

Everyone around the table got a chuckle at that. And then Taylor spoke up again. “Hey, Ash, Kate. Why don’t you guys work with Charlotte to plan my party? Friends always know what to do.”

And then Taylor reached over, touched my arm, and batted her eyelashes at me rapidly. “Money’s no object, right honey?”

I cocked my head and grinned. “Are you going to have another big orgy where I get to bang half a dozen beautiful women like last year?” I was thinking back to our inauguration of the Playroom.

“Yes…” Taylor giggled.

“Then money’s no object.” Everyone laughed and we went along to finish up our breakfast.

When it was done and we all got up to stand, Ashlyn came around and stood right in front of me. I looked at her flowing copper hair and her bright blue eyes. Involuntarily, my gaze traveled down her luscious body and my memory began to fill in how she looked naked. It was so easy for Ashlyn’s beauty to distract me, and a part of me cursed how she could have such an incredible effect on me. But then I caught myself and looked back up into her eyes.

Ashlyn seemingly just waited patiently while I fought to collect myself in front of her. And when our eyes met again she asked, “You guys are going into town today?”

“Yeah.” I glanced at Cassandra, who was behind me and to the right, as if this were a business meeting and she was standing by in case I needed assistance. “It’s been a busy month. Decembers usually are right before the holidays.”

Ashlyn nodded in understanding and when she looked up at me again, she actually looked nervous. But instead of detracting from her beauty, the nervousness made the young woman even more endearing to me, and I took a deep breath as I felt my heart tugging to fall more in love with her. “I, uh,” she began before pausing. “When you get home, can you come to my room? We should probably talk about last night.”

I glanced at Cassandra again, as if she would be my conscience. I didn’t trust my own feelings with Ashlyn, but Cassandra didn’t visibly react. So I turned back to the redhead and said as calmly as possible, “Sure.” My delivery wasn’t that calm. I think I actually squeaked it.

It turned out, Taylor was also right beside us. “In the meantime,” Taylor began as she slipped her arm through Ashlyn’s. “WE should talk about last night.” My wife had a warm smile on her face and Ashlyn nodded. The two of them turned and walked out of the room.

I exhaled loudly, not realizing I’d been holding my breath. Cassandra smirked at my obvious discomfort, but I steeled my spine and held my head high. “Let’s go.”

***

It was late when we finally flew home. We’d missed dinner and Cassandra had ordered in at the office. By the time we landed, every muscle was sore and my body ached from the tension of work.

But the moment the door popped open, I felt a fresh energy rushing through me. My heartbeat sped up and adrenaline coursed through me as I felt pure excitement.

I was going to see Ashlyn again.

That thought almost stopped me. I wasn’t just excited to see my wife and rub her belly. I wasn’t just excited to be returning home. I was excited to see a woman I wasn’t dating and had no official relationship with. I couldn’t help it.

Still, I first went in search of my wife. Taylor was in the Master Lounge with Charlotte. They were poring over pregnancy books and week-by-week guides to her symptoms and other such advice. I grinned at the thought of having my very own rugrat playing in this very room, and when my wife looked up at me, she absolutely glowed. “Hi, Johnny. Long day?”

“Yeah.” I crossed the room and tenderly kissed her. My hand slid down and patted her belly. I couldn’t wait to see a real bump forming, but Taylor had said I would have to wait until her 2-month mark before it became really noticeable. Right now it just looked like she’d gained a couple of pounds, a relatively normal fluctuation for her.

“I talked to Ashlyn today, about you two.”

“And?” My curiosity piqued.

Taylor grinned. “Well, I think it’s obvious. She went from near-suicidal to happy- go-lucky after one session with you. My man is a fucking STUD in the sack.”

I chuckled. And I mustered up all the seriousness I could. “This stud is YOURS Kaynaklar Escort Bayan whenever you want, all for you, okay?” Taylor’s objections to the contrary, I knew there had to be SOME jealousy in there somewhere and I was compelled to make an extra effort to show that I loved her. I gestured to my crotch. “This woman-pleaser belongs to you, my woman.”

“I know, I know. I’m good for today.” Taylor grinned at Charlotte, who looked down and blushed. And now that I looked at her, Charlotte’s hair was matted down where it looked like straps had been wrapped around her head. I gathered my wife and her assistant had been visiting the dungeon while I was out.

With concern on my face, I cautioned, “Just be careful about exercise, honey. Aren’t there rules about how fast you can get your heart rate?”

Taylor held up a book. “I know.”

She changed the subject. “Anyways, I worked things out with Ashlyn today. We’re going to treat her as a houseguest, like Rebecca or Mia. She’s got plenty of money and she’ll be paying rent. She’s not a girlfriend or mistress or anything, so there are no obligations there. And she says she has no designs on being a girlfriend or taking any part of you away from me. So if… encounters… happen between you two, that’s okay.”

“You sure?”

“Of course,” Taylor shrugged as if this were the most ordinary thing in the world. But then she got a hard look in her eye. “Why? You think I shouldn’t be?”

“What? No! No!” I sat back defensively and held up my hands.

Taylor started chuckling. “Just teasing you. I’m assuming Cassandra won’t have any issues. But if you really consider Kate a girlfriend, you probably want to run this by her as well. Technically, since Kate didn’t know about last night, you cheated on her.”

My jaw dropped.

Taylor shrugged, “Yeah, I didn’t think about that either until this morning. I don’t think she’ll have a problem since she worships the ground you walk on, but talk to her, okay?”

I nodded.

Taylor waved at me. “Go talk to your girls now. I’d start with Kate first.”

I stood up.

“And Johnny?” Taylor stopped me.

“Yeah?”

She tilted her head and looked at me with big eyes. “I’m not jealous of you having sex with them. But at night, no matter how late it is, will you come to bed with me?”

“Of course.”

“I love you, Johnny.”

“I love you too.”

***

When I got down to the guest rooms, most of my body wanted me to immediately go into Ashlyn’s room without knocking, throw her onto the bed, and go straight to fucking her brains out.

But the mature part of me remembered my wife’s advice as well as how much I really did care about Kate’s feelings, so I turned to the opposite door and knocked at Kate’s room. It was late, and it was around the time the girls usually were going to bed.

Kate answered the door in her pajamas and gasped, “John!” Eagerly, she stepped forward and hugged me.

I wrapped up her skinny body, lifting her off the floor while she kicked her feet in the air. I brought her head to just an inch above mine and kissed her firmly. “Hello, girlfriend.”

“Hi…” Kate smiled and floated happily. Without the heavy dark makeup, she looked so much younger and fresher. The makeup made her alluring and sexy, but without it I could see her as a cute and bubbly girl.

I set her down and then walked us both into her room, closing the door behind us.

“Oh!” she suddenly sat up and immediately began to tug at the sleeve of her pajamas. “Did you want to…?”

She was asking if I’d just come to screw her and I quickly shook my head. “No, no. I mean, yes, of course I’d love to, but that’s not why I’m here and you don’t need to just… put out… every time I show up.”

She nodded in understanding and then pulled her knees up to her chin, wrapping her arms around her legs while I sat down in front of her on the bed. “So what’s up?”

I took a deep breath. “About Ashlyn, I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you first.”

She picked her head up and shot me a confused look. “About what?”

“Well, permission, I guess.”

Kate barked a short laugh. “You don’t need my permission to fuck her, John.”

“Well, boyfriends are supposed to clear it with their girlfriends. Since I didn’t do that, technically I cheated on you.”

She shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been a real girlfriend before. All my other boyfriends just banged whoever they wanted and they never asked me for *permission*.”

I sighed. “But I was supposed to be different. I’m trying to show you that I do care about your feelings. And I’m sorry for not talking to you first.”

Kate looked at me like I’d just grown a horn out of my forehead. “Uh, if it’ll make you feel any better, apology accepted. But seriously, Ashlyn already told me everything. Taylor walked you straight to her door and shoved you inside. It’s not like you had time to think, ‘Oh, maybe I should go ask my girlfriend before fucking this INSANELY gorgeous woman.'”

“Well…”

“It’s okay. I’m used to it.”

I sighed. “I don’t want you to be USED to it, Kate. You’re not my mistress. You’re not just a convenient toy for me to play with whenever I want and ignore the rest of the time. I want you to be a girlfriend with hopes and desires of your own. You need to know what you want and be willing to take action to get it.”

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Randy and I kept up our meetings, sometimes weekly sometimes two or three times a week, just depended on our schedule and how horny either of us were. We always met at his house in his home studio which offered us a lot more privacy and freedom. As I had stated the massages pretty much stopped but he would still give me one when I needed one or just wanted one. When I would request a massage I’d lay on his table on top of a towel nude. Randy would give me a full body always including his massaging and fingering my asshole. This always drove me insane and would always give me the most intense orgasms.

One day while getting a massage Randy said “You always keep your pubic hair and balls trimmed and shaved, have you ever thought of shaving your ass?”

“I have shaved it in the past, but as you can imagine its not the easiest thing to do.”

Randy replied “Would you let me do it for you and you can do mine?”

As his fingers worked over my asshole “If you really want to, I suppose you can.” was all I could say.

Randy said “Great, I’ll be right back.” A few minutes later he returned and said “Roll over.” As I rolled onto my back I saw Randy was carrying a bowl with hot water with a washcloth in the bowl, shaving cream and a razor. He took the washcloth, rung out the excess water and placed it over my pubic hair and cock, he took a second one and wrapped it around my balls. After a few minutes he removed them and began to lather up the area with the shave cream, his hands really massaging my cock and balls began to make me hard.

Randy began to shave me, I never shaved my pubic hair completely smooth before but here I was letting him do it. Randy continued shaving all of the hair from my pubic area, base of my cock and my balls. By the time Randy was washing the excess shaving cream my cock was rock solid, he leaned over taking the head between his lips giving it a quick suck then letting the head pop from his mouth saying “You’ll have to wait for that, now roll onto your stomach.”

After rolling over Randy pushed my legs apart and placed the washcloths between my cheeks. I couldn’t believe I was letting him do this, it felt a little odd, I felt a bit exposed knowing he was going to be looking at my asshole. I know it was weird being he had played with and fingered my ass numerous times by this point, so I just let it roll. After several minutes I felt Randy remove the washcloths and then heard the shaving cream being applied to his hand then I felt it being applied to my ass crack. I felt the razor begin to slide along my ass, Randy’s hand spreading my cheeks, allowing him better access between the cheeks. I reminded him to be very careful and not to cut me.

After several minutes Randy instructed me to kneel on the table, I was very hesitant, made me feel very vulnerable, but be reassured me and got me to relax and soon there I was kneeling as my ass was just inches from his face as he continued shaving me. I felt the washcloth cleaning the excess shaving cream and began to thing this is almost over. Once Randy had cleaned the remaining shaving cream, he poured a little oil into his hands and began to massage the oil into my ass, taint, balls and cock. He was massaging every area he had just shaved. He started stroking my already hard cock his free hand massaging my balls, then my ass. Soon his finger was in my ass as he continued stroking my cock. I knelt there enjoying everything, it felt so much better being completely smooth, like everything was more sensitive.

As Randy’s finger slipped out of my ass I felt his hot breath as his tongue replaced his finger, his hand still stroking my cock as he ate my ass. A loud moan escaped my lips as his tongue licked around my ass, pressing against my hole. My moaning must have encouraged Randy. The more I moaned the more he licked, the effect he was having on me was directly effecting the way he ate my ass. I was so close to cumming, I told Randy I was close which caused him to snake his tongue inside my ass, stroking my cock faster. As my moaning turned into screams, Randy gripped the head of my cock tight, and continued pumping my cock, not allowing my cum to escape but build up in the shaft, as my moaning subsided a little, Randy placed his mouth at the head of my cock and loosened his grip allowing my cum to shoot into his mouth, then sucking the head, getting out every last drop. He looked up at me and said “I love your cum.”

I took several minutes to recover from my orgasm, it was probably one of the most intense of my life. I threw on my boxers and a t-shirt as Randy poured us a couple beers from his bar. After 2 beers Randy said “OK, time for you to shave me.” I have never shaved anyone, I was a bit nervous overthinking this as Randy Alaybey Escort was changing the water and getting a new washcloth. He returned, placed the bowl on the side table and jumped up on the table. I just did what Randy did to me, I took the washcloth, covered the same areas he had done to me, waited several minutes then lathered him up, I loved feeling his cock grow in my hand as I lathered his cock and balls. Randy really has a nice cock, cut, a little thicker than mine. When soft its about 5″ and still pretty thick, when hard it gets to about 7/7.5″ and just a little thicker compared to his normal state. Where as I am also cut, but when soft I’m smaller and thin, when I am hard I’m about 6.5/7″ and fairly thick. Anyway, I continued stroking Randy’s cock much longer than I needed to just to later him up, he definitely didn’t seem to mind. I began to shave him slowly being very careful not to cut him. I took several minutes to shave him completely smooth as he had done to me. When I was finished, I cleaned the excess shaving cream, I was surprised how much nicer his cock looked all cleaned up, I stroked him and then leaned in taking his cock between my lips. It felt amazing, so smooth, no hair, just pure smoothness. I sucked that beautiful cock for several minutes until Randy pushed me off saying, “You’re not done yet.”

Randy rolled over onto his stomach and spread his legs without hesitation. This was the very first time I really saw his ass, I really was never drawn to a man, for me it was more about stroking and sucking another cock. I’ve always loved anal play with women, licking, fingering and anal sex, absolutely love it all. I was very hesitant as I covered Randy’s ass with the washcloth, I waited several minutes then filled my palm with shaving cream, removed the washcloth and began to lather Randy’s ass. It was very odd feeling another man ass, especially when my fingers traced around his asshole, but as my finger kept running across it it seemed less and less odd plus the reaction from Randy every time I touched him was encouraging.

I began to shave Randy as he had done to me, spreading his cheeks to get between them as far as I could. Without my asking Randy moved to his knees, allowing his ass to spread wider. This also gave me access to his hard cock that was pointing straight towards the table. I was able to shave the entire area completely smooth, stroking him throughout the final shaving. Once complete, I wiped all the excess shaving cream and admired the work I had just done. As I looked at Randy’s ass, completely smooth it didn’t look much different than a woman, minus the cock and balls that were visible.

Following what Randy did, I poured some oil into my hands and began to massage all the area I had just shaved. Paying the most attention to his cock and balls, by this time I had another raging hard on, his cock felt amazing, so hard, so smooth. My other hand running along his balls and between his ass crack feeling his smooth asshole. I began to touch and massage around his hole, I felt him begin to press back as I held my finger in place, feeling his ass open letting my finger in easily. I continued to slowly finger his ass as I stroked his beautiful cock. Once I knew Randy was close I had him roll onto his back, immediately taking his cock in my mouth and moving my finger back into his ass. I took his cock easily down my throat, working up and down his entire length. Randy’s moaning got louder and louder, his hips began to move forward, thrusting each time my mouth moved down on his cock. With in a few more seconds Randy was holding my head down on his cock as he exploded inside my mouth. I felt his cock throbbing as jet after jet of cum sprayed into my mouth swallowing every drop.

The ass play became a standard part of our play as did the mutual shaving every two or three weeks. Randy would often finger and lick my ass, occasionally he would use the prostate massager or some other toy on me as well. I really loved having my ass played with and really loved the toys, I loved the feeling of being stretched. One day after Randy shaved me he gave my ass a thorough licking as he always did, then he began to massage me with the oil, finger fucking my ass and stroking my cock. Then I felt a second finger, I moaned as Randy slowly and gently worked 2 of his fingers in my ass, I don’t think any of the toys he had used were as big as his two fingers, once I relaxed it felt amazing.

After several minutes Randy instructed me to lay on the floor, he wanted to show mw a new massage technique he recently learned in a class he had taken. I laid down on a towel, Randy kneeled along side me and began to massage oil into my back, he poured more oil into the crack of my ass Alaybey Escort Bayan massaging my asshole and slipping his 2 fingers back inside me. Next I felt Randy swing a leg over my thighs, straddling me, using both hands on my ass he pushed upwards, spreading my ass then releasing, he did this several more times each time it felt as though he was spreading me open more and more. Next I felt Randy lean forward, nestling his cock between my ass cheeks and slowly sliding between them, I could feel the length of his entire cock glide along my asshole, I was shocked how intense the feeling was, I never in my life thought I’d be in this position and loving it.

Randy slid his cock along my ass for the next several minutes, adding more and more oil. As Randy slid his cock between my cheeks I began to really enjoy the feeling. I began to want to feel his cock inside me. I started moaning louder, pressing my ass against his cock, letting him know what I wanted. Without thinking I reached back grabbing Randy’s cock and placing the head against my asshole, I felt him pushing forward, very slowly, I felt his head begin to enter me, the feeling was intense, not painful but pleasurable. I pushed back wanting more of his thick cock inside me, stretching me open, taking more and more inside me the pressure I was feeling eased as Randy was buried deep inside my ass. He slowly began to withdraw, then enter me again, this continued over and over, Randy was know fucking my ass, feeling his entire length slide in and out of me was incredible. As Randy’s tempo increased I knew he was getting closer, I looked over and begged him to fuck me, I begged him to cum inside me, I wanted to feel him cum inside me. Randy grabbed my hips, lifting me to my knees, he began to drive his cock inside me, harder, deeper. “Fuck Randy cum inside me!” I repeated over and over. As I looked down I could see the cum dripping from my cock as Randy pounded me harder, then with a final thrust Randy buried deep, he held my hips tight as he began to fill my ass. I felt him throbbing, I knew he was pumping his cum deep inside me.

After Randy pulled his cock out reality set in, I was just fucked by another man! I had many many mixed feelings, but the overwhelming feeling was just how amazing it felt, sure there was embarrassment, I felt a little shame/guilt but felt all those when this bi exploration first started and I knew they would not last long. I went into the bathroom to clean up, my cock was still rock hard, cum still dripping from the head, Randy’s cum dripping out of my ass, reaching back slipping a finger in my ass, feeling Randy’s cum, fuck it was turning me on. I cleaned up, got dressed and went out and had a couple more beers before heading home.

When I got home I jumped in the shower cleaning myself thoroughly started dinner and waited for my wife to get home from work. She barely made it in the door and I was pouncing on her. I led her into the bedroom, stripped her down, literally ripping her shirt off, buttons flying everywhere. I laid her down and immediately went down on her devouring her sweet little pussy. Going down on her is one of my favorite things to do, she is so responsive, cum’s multiple times and just tastes delicious. I ate her to several orgasms before stopping. We stopped for dinner, then relaxed on the couch with a few glasses of wine, touching, kissing and teasing for a few hours. We went back into the bedroom, Kelly immediately began sucking my cock, returning the favor from earlier. As she was between my legs I told her to play with my ass, its been a while since she has done this and typically its only when I ask. I handed her the lotion as I asked, she lubed her fingers and began to play with my ass as she continued sucking my cock. Her fingers are much smaller than Randy’s and definitely smaller than his cock. As Kelly was fingering my ass I told her to use a second finger, she obliged and inserted a second finger, fucking my ass. This pushed me over the edge and I told her I was about to cum, she took my cock deep in her throat, driving her fingers deep in my ass as I began to flood her mouth with my cum. I pulled her up, kissing her, tasting my cum off her lips and tongue. I know she always loves when I do that. As we relaxed in bed Kelly asked “What has you so turned on today?”

Part of me wanted to tell her but I couldn’t, I just said “Its been a while eince you played with mybass and I really wanted it.”

“Well if that’s the reaction I’m going to get from you, I will be sure to pay much more attention back there.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.” Was my reply.

For the next several days all I could do was replay my last meeting with Randy. The thought of his hard cock Escort Alaybey gliding between my cheeks, then the feeling of his cock sliding inside me, the first time a real cock entered me, everytime my mind went there I immediately would get hard.

By the time Randy and I met again, its all I was fantasizing about. I walked down to Randy’s studio he had a beer waiting for me. We sat and bullshitted for a few minutes as we always did, his hand was rubbing my crotch, which had me hard in seconds. Before we got too far I told him I was going to take a quick shower. When I returned Randy was already laying on his massage table, naked and waiting.

I walked over, looking at Randy’s limp cock, I reached out taking his cock in my hand, I leaned over taking the head between my lips. I moved my hand and slowly sucked his entire length in my mouth. Using only my mouth I began to work is cock, it immediately began to harden. I loved feeling his beautiful cock harden in my mouth, such a huge turn on knowing it was me doing this. I loved Randy’s reaction to the way I sucked him, surprisingly I found it very empowering. Knowing his cock was hard because of me, his moans were because of what I was doing and finally knowing when he came it was going to be because of me.

I took my time sucking his cock, feeling his entire length slidung between my lips and taking him in my throat. Feeling his cock in my throat was such a turn on to me. The feeling is always amazing. I love opening my mouth, lowering my head letting the underside of his cock slide along my tongue. When I feel the head hit my throat it opens, allowing him deeper, once I have him in all the way I close my mouth, wrapping my lips around the base of his cock and sucking as I move up his shaft. I do this repeatedly, then I just keep my mouth wrapped around him, working up and down his shaft, letting him fuck my throat.

It’s not long before Randy’s moans increase, him telling me he is close to cumming. This makes me increase my tempo as I want his cum badly. Randy’s hips begin to thrust meeting my down motion, trying to get more if his cock in my throat. When I feel his cock start to throb I know he is close, I pull back so just the head is in my mouth, I don’t want his cum shooting directly down my throat, I want to taste every drop before swallowing. I feel his cum beging to shoot in my mouth, his first two shots are always so powerful literally hitting the back of my mouth and tongue with some force. I swallow them happily then begin sucking the head working out the remainder of his cum. Sometimes I feel I just cant get enough if his cum, its so fucking delicious.

Randy reaches over stroking my hard cock as I finish swallowing his last drops of cum and letting his cock slip from between my lips. He grips my cock, pulling me towards the head of the table, guiding my cock between his lips. After a few seconds I start fucking his mouth, sliding my cock down his throat.

Afrer a few more minutes Randy excused himself and said he’d be right back and went into the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later dressed in a short denim mini skirt, he leaned over his table showing he was also wearing a thong, I said “what is this all about?”

He said “I know you do not want to fuck a guy, so I thought maybe you’d fuck me if I was a good little girl.” As he was saying thus he was walking towards me, oil in hand, reaching out and lubing my cock. “Please daddy, I want you to fuck me.”

Randy kneeled infront if me, hiking the skirt up and pulled the thing to the side, his fingers massaging his snooth ass with the oil, begging me over and over “please fuck me daddy, fuck your little girl.”

Before I knew what I was doing I was pressing the head of my cock into Randy’s ass. Once the head was in the rest of my cock slid in easily, in a soft sultry voice Randy continued to beg ne to fuck him…or her, he kept referring to himself as “my little girl.”

Randy knew of my roleplaying with women, he knew what it woukd take to get me to fuck him and it worked. As I fucked his ass I thought if him as a woman, just like he was acting. Which definitely made the whole experience more enjoyable for me. I pounder “her” little ass as sge begged me to fuck her harder. it wasn’t long before I had to cum, I grabbed Randy’s hips, pulling yer onto my cock as I plowed deeper into her. With a final thrust I buried my cock deep inside Randy, filling him with my cum.

After words I jumped in the shower, after showering I came out and we had a few more beers before I headed home. With a lot of this exploring I get some guilty feelings or feeling a little shame, this time was no different. over time I realized it’s just sex. I couldn’t deny it felt good too, quite honestly it didnt feel any different than a womans ass.

When ever we had anal after that it was always when he was completely smooth and dressed. Randy admitted later he enjoyed crossdressing and the feeling of being used. It turned out being a lot of fun and we kept it as part of our playtime.

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Hopes were high for today and tonight. I was scheduled to meet my lady friend for a drink and have a nice dinner afterwards. Reservations had already been made at her favorite restaurant, clean sheets were on my bed, and I popped a Viagra five minutes before she was to walk in the door. She could be a ball of fire in the sack and I certainly didn’t want to disappoint her.

When she walked in there were almost storm clouds over her head. “Fucking job; Fucking traffic; why the fuck did you pick this place to meet?” I reminded her that this was where we first met. “Who gives a fuck? I don’t want a fucking drink. I don’t want to go out to fucking dinner; and I certainly don’t want to fuck you tonight.” To say she left in a huff would be an understatement.

An older female friend and her husband, who had been sitting nearby, came over. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, “Ain’t menopause a bitch? It’s like PMS on steroids.” I laughed and said that I had lived through it before but for some stupid reason thought hers might be kinder and gentler. “She’ll get over it in about six months – if you’re lucky.”

I finished my drink, downed another and decided to just go home and catch up on all the movies I’d been recording. I cancelled the dinner reservation and ate a sandwich at the bar. Luckily it’s a short drive from there to home and I was almost there when a car in front of me broke down. I put on my flashers and helped the driver (a young lady) push it by hand into a gas station. I went back and got my truck out of the street, pulling in behind her. I really wasn’t dressed to help but went to ask anyway.

She was pretty, with silky black hair and an olive complexion. I estimated her to be in her early twenties. “I just ran out of gas.” I offered to push her to the pump but she told me she didn’t have Evka1 Escort any money and had been on her way to get her paycheck but didn’t make it. She told me where she worked and said that her bank closed soon. I reached into my pocket and handed her a five.

“Here; this should get you there and to the bank.” She asked if I would follow her so she could repay me and I told her not to worry about it.

“I don’t really like owing people money and I’m not a panhandler.” Fueled by a few drinks, that piqued my interest. I looked at her again. She was cute and thin but with a generous mouth and a slight over-bite. I asked her age. “I’m twenty four; how about you?” I told her to add forty five to hers. “You look good!”

I thanked her and figured ‘what the hell’. “How about if I fill your tank and you empty my tank?” I moved closer to her and rubbed my hand over my bulge.

“I’m not a hooker either!” I explained that hookers did what they did for cash. What I was suggesting a simple bit of barter. I would help her and then she could help me if she wanted to. She thought for a minute then reached out and rubbed my crotch. “You certainly do seem to have a need to be drained and I am on empty.” I took that as a yes and pushed her car to the pump. I inserted my card to pay and set it to auto-fill.

I went to her window and told her that I lived just a couple of blocks away but she suggested the big vacant parking lot next door. She rubbed my now hard cock through my pants while her tank filled. I could sense that she was building up the courage and desire to seal the deal. I topped off her tank and told her I’d follow her. “Do you have a bench seat in your truck?” I told her I did and she said, “Good; I like comfort.”

I parked next to her and she climbed in. She reached Evka1 Escort Bayan for my belt and I turned sideways, leaning against my door to make it easier for her to strip me. She got my belt and snap undone and slowly unzipped my fly as she watched my face. With all that finished she began to pull down my pants and boxers at the same time. My cock sprang up once released and she took it in one hand. Taking her eyes off mine, she said to it, “Aren’t you a proud big little man?”

She finished pulling my pants down and off, knelt between my legs, and I watched as she worked her tongue in her mouth and began to salivate. She put both hands around my shaft and used her thumbs on my delivery tube to milk out a dollop of precum. I thought she was going to lick it off but she bent over and lubed her lips with it. A little drool fell from her mouth and hit my cockhead as she finally took me in. Her eyes stayed locked on my face to measure my response.

We’ve all heard the term “sucked like a pro'” but this young lady would put the pros I’ve had the pleasure of knowing to shame. Two things were immediately evident. She knew male anatomy and she loved to exploit it. With her skilled tongue she could have gotten me off in five minutes but instead she cupped my balls in one hand and every time she felt I was close she either backed off or used her tongue on a less sensitive part of my cock. A few times she used her teeth to inflict just enough pain to slow me down. She had total control. At the end of about forty-five minutes I was begging her to finish me. She took me down all the way for a second and then pulled back to the tip. Concentrating her lips on my glans and her tongue on my frenulum she had me off the cliff in seconds. She continued to work me with lips, hand, and tongue until I was Escort Evka1 spent.

She swallowed all but the residue that glistened on her lips and after she made sure I saw, licked it off with a long ‘yummmmmy’. She still cupped my balls as she watched my cock shrink. “I’m always amazed as I feel a cock swell, or shrink, in my mouth or when I watch it happen with my eyes. They are truly wondrous things to behold.” I had a little seepage and she licked it off with relish.

“Your skill is really the wondrous thing. Do you have a mentor? That was really the best blowjob I’ve ever had.” She blushed and thanked me.

“Well, I really enjoy doing it and have for a while. But the key to being good at anything is practice, practice, practice; right? Let’s just say that I was voted the most popular girl in my class both my senior year in high school and throughout college as well. After a while you lose track of the hours you spend practicing because you enjoy it so much.”

“Well you’re a self-taught marvel and I’m very happy that we could help each other out today.”

She still had my balls in her hand. “I thought I was supposed to drain that tank? It seems like there is still some in there!” With that she took my cock in her mouth again and with her skill (helped by the Viagra) had me hard again in seconds. When I was, she backed off and looked at my cock. “Amazing!” was all she said before taking my full length in and keeping it there for a couple of minutes. I told her she was incredible and that elicited a nice long ball rattling hum. She went a little faster this time and I blew in about twenty minutes. She kept sucking until I was soft and well drained. She still had my balls in her hand and sighed, “I guess your tank is finally empty and my obligation is paid?”

I assured her that she had paid me back in full but that she could call me the next time her tank was nearing empty. I wrote down my number on a post-it-note and gave it to her. She grabbed another sheet, wrote a number, and said with a smile, “Only if you promise to call me call me the next time your tank is full!”

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And so the deep sleep that followed after the incredible group sex that night was short but sweet. Half awake and drowsy from the images of the land of dreams I had to do a quick but silent double take of the sight before me. I stifled a yawn and willed my body not to move or shuffle or stretch out as it so desperately wanted to. Chrysler was blissfully snoozing on his armchair chair and a quiet, almost therapeutic snore emanated from the living room where Andy was asleep on the sofa. I alone was in the bed and aware of the most beautiful sight the sexual world could offer.

Fin and Yannah had drifted off to sleep in each others’ arms before I had succumbed and curled up alone in my sheet on the other side of the giant king-size bed. One of the girls had obviously awakened here in the small hours and begun to enjoy the other… it was hard to tell how long it had already been going on for. My body was screaming out at me to move and I had a killer itch on my left inner thigh. I always wake with my cock hard and wanting attention, but here in that normally dark and silent place that is 6am, this time it felt like it would explode with the incredible scene before me.

The sight was so awesome the descriptive powers of a mere male could never do it justice… the hushed and self-silenced moans the girls made as they did beautiful things to each others’ bodies made me envious of the sensations only their bodies could ever capable of feeling.

I lay there as silent as I could, and looked on in awe through barely-open eyelids, risking the smallest movement of my arm to be able to tweak my aching member or scratch that insatiable itch as best I could beneath the sheet without attracting ay attention. That my cock was suffering a painfully stiff erection would have been obvious to any eye shot my way… my 6 ½” length must have made a comical silhouette covered by the sheet as it stuck away from my body at way more than 90 degress.

The sight before me… Two beautiful girls doing beautiful things to each other, and all I could do was watch, listen and learn; and yet I wondered what part I could ever play in the impossible fantasy, evil in its temptation. Satan, old boy, if that’s what the goods look like, the soul is up for sale, no refunds.

My mind dared imagine what went on beyond the thin yet sense-of-sight-depriving sheet by the facial expressions and tiny noises, by the shakes and shudders of the bodies, by the sudden kiss or bite or sigh or utterance by one of the other’s name. Fin lay atop Yannah, obviously leading the show, and her fingers must have been playing insane games with Yannah’s lovely cunny.

She smiled down at the Indian girl, a smile both loving and pretty, yet evil in its knowledge of the power she now held over her helpless lover. Her fingers were finding incredible places within, places man could never know, and touching buttons no man could ever be capable of comprehending. Yannah’s tiny gasps were testament to a journey through pleasure that must have been like climbing the steps to the palace atop Mount Olympus, with mere vaginal orgasm being only barely half way up those steps.

The deep and lusty kisses they shared, the wide open mouth and tightly shut eyes Yannah had, the look of wonder in Fin’s eyes looking down at the sensation-contorted face that she herself was engineering made me realize that for a woman, orgasm could only be the beginning if the obvious beyonds were explored. Yannah squirmed and squealed and breathed “oh yeah’s”, “I love you’s” and other sweet nothings and Fin did more of whatever she was doing and it showed. Both girls heated up and the kissing became wild, animal like, Yannah burst into a sudden full-body sweat, tiny beads of liquid all over her luxurious brown skin, and she bit her lower lip hard and let out a whimper I’m sure should’ve been a scream. She arched her back and the sheet began to slip away, making my heart skip a beat. I had to check myself that I was not masturbating lest I was discovered watching what was clearly not for my eyes.

Yannah shuddered and then collapsed… ecstasy being a poor word to describe the unparalleled pleasure that must have ripped through her. Fin sat up atop her abdomen and the sheets were gone and I dearly hoped I didn’t react in any noticeable way. I felt so powerless and yet so erotic, and had I not already had such a crazy workout the last 12 hours I surely would have found it hard not to ejaculate spontaneously there and then. Yannah’s hands reached up to Fin’s smaller breasts and she smiled a big smile up at her dreadlocked girlfriend as she began to toy with the flesh of the bosom and the tiny gold ring through her left nipple. Fin’s hands in turn wandered down to Yannah’s ample fleshy chest, and snaked a slimy trail up her neck and to her mouth. I almost gasped as Yannah tasted herself on Fin’s fingers, smiling lovingly with her big red lips, sucking on each finger slowly from knuckle to tip, one by one.

Her dark hands accentuated Escort İşçievleri against Fin’s white body, she worked down to cup her tight buttocks and massaged that muscular peach, sneaking fingers naughtily deeper into the crack between them, still with that beautiful smile, deep brown eyes firmly locked with Fin’s pale blue irises. She pulled Fin’s body up her own, pulling her shaven crotch toward her head, slipping easily together through mutual sweat. Fin moved up onto her knees and willingly opened her thighs over Yannah’s face.

I knew I was smiling and I couldn’t fight it, just as I couldn’t drag my hand away from massaging my cock with tiny movements as I stared at the most gorgeous cunnilingal moment imaginable begin. It was Fin’s turn to open her mouth in a silent scream as her pleasure centres were explored with the uncanny area knowledge that can only come from experienced familiarity of your lover’s body.

Yannah kissed Fin’s thighs gently, slowly making her way up her white legs, lifting her head off the pillow an inch at a time as each slightly open mouthed kiss was placed closer and closer up that silky skin towards the hairless portal of pleasure. Fin fidgeted nervously and impatiently, the more so because she wasn’t in control, perhaps difficult for a Domme (I wouldn’t know, I am happy to lead or be led and love it either way). She whimpered and I could see her lower lip wobble as Yannah finally but barely brushed a lip against her pink labia, perhaps teasing one of those tiny golden studs Fin had pierced herself with.

Next the dreadlocked girl became a shivering wreck as she tried so hard to remain soundless and unmoving as Yannah snaked her experienced tongue into her at last, parting her moist pussy lips and making tiny catlike laps upwards and outwards, teasing something special within. Fin nearly fell forward as seconds became a minute, then several minutes, gripping the pillow in a tight fist and screwing her face up tight, exhaling loudly as Yannah licked and kissed and nibbled around and inside her sweet tight fuck-hole. Yannah’s eyes were open, looking up her lover’s sweating, gyrating body with a look of pleasure and satisfaction as Fin squirmed and tried not to pant too loudly. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what pleasures Yannah was injecting into her girlfriend’s body with her tongue… she gave amazing head I knew, even if I had felt it for a few brief minutes.

It was both strange and enjoyable seeing the self-styled bitch so powerless as her body went out of control with Yannah doing amazing things within her… I wondered how that hairless pussy would taste, and I envied Yannah in that she got to do that all the time… but I envied Fin more in that Yannah was her girlfriend. That horny hourglass of an Indian with the ruby navel stud; full round brown buttocks; great soft generous bosom; dark endless eyes; full musky tasting lips and deep, hot, dripping snatch had really cast a spell on me. And here she was, greedily eating out another woman with a skill I knew most men would be hard-pressed to obtain… instinctively knowing how to manipulate with skill and ease what the inexperienced and unadventurous male may not even know what to look for. I knew a lot about the art of ‘muff-diving’ but by comparison I was witnessing true art in progress for sure.

Yannah finally hit something that Fin could not contain and she squealed audibly and collapsed, her sweat-soaked washboard stomach on Yannah’s face, her gentle brown fingers kneading the muscular buttocks. Yannah sighed in satisfaction and Fin panted, overwhelmed.

“Damn… ” I whispered to myself.

Both girls shot a look at me like a bullet. I hadn’t whispered to myself! They saw me pretending not to stare and could see my 6 ½” problem… and probably figured I had my hand all over it. I was in trouble now…

“You dirty little bastard! ” Fin hissed at me.

“You… saw us? You… watched us?!?” Yannah asked in an insinuating tone. “You… SAW!?! “

Fin whipped away the sheet in a lightning movement and saw my casual hold on my erection.

“You cheeky little fuck! ” she said half smiling. “You naughty, naughty little boy! “

She was patronizing in her tone… out comes the Domme again. Oh dear. Yannah smiled once she had got over her initial shock.

“If you promise not to touch yourself we’ll give you a special present. ” She whispered. “You naughty boy. ” Smiling but I knew she meant it. I was theirs’ now. I’d been caught.

I immediately took my hand away and had about 4 seconds before I squirmed as Yannah gripped the back of Fin’s head and pulled her down towards her, kissing the white girl full on the mouth. I did my best by sitting on both my hands as I was forced to watch without any outlet of my own as the girls began to put on a show for me, teasing me, knowing how badly I wanted to whack off but holding me to my word… knowing how badly I wanted to find out what my ‘special İşçievleri Escort Bayan present’ would turn out to be. I could only hope and dream they would let me join them together and fulfill my biggest 3some fantasy.

My world went into fast forward as I sat and watched and fidgeted and continued not to believe my eyes as they kissed passionately and deeply, lips locked and tongues tied, their hands all over each others bodies… massaging breast and nipple; stroking thigh and abdomen and shoulder and back and tickling between each other’s legs… toying cunny lip and clitty and God knows what else. I breathed the odd “Fuck” and “My God” to myself, willing my hands not to go for my dick which was ready to burst. They breathed each other in and ate each other up, their bodies came together as one fantastic multi-coloured writhing being.

After several minutes and perhaps 3 small orgasms between them, the girls both looked at me smiling, and I gulped… what next?

“Don’t you DARE touch yourself. ” Fin whispered.

Yannah blew me a tiny kiss and told me “Don’t move” beneath her breath, then turned back to Fin on top of her, holding her body tight.

Fin rolled over on the bed towards me and Yannah rolled over on top of her. Their bodies were so close I could almost feel heat from them. Yannah pulled Fin’s legs up in the air and they were wrapped around her neck, Fin’s butt was off the bed and her pussy right in her face. An instant later she dived again into that awesome shaved place and Fin in return pulled Yannah’s luscious buttocks apart and drove her head in between her brown thighs and extended her studded tongue. It was an incredible display, I wanted to touch my cock, I wanted to cum, I wanted to fuck, I wanted to eat some pussy, I wanted my cock sucked, I wanted anything but to have to watch and remain as unmoving as I was being told to.

I couldn’t do justice to describing how close to the ultimate fantasy of babes in paradise the ’69’ before me was. Just as before the girls were being forced to remain silent, they themselves being tortured by secrecy as they were torturing me by making me merely observe. Each time Chrysler moaned or shuffled in his armchair or Andy smacked his lips or stopped or started snoring they would freeze as I did, eyes looking helplessly towards the potential catcher-red-handed.

Heads moved side to side, gasps were stifled, tongues worked and buttocks were grappled with as the lesbian lovers drank each other up before me. I just couldn’t believe my eyes and I became dizzy with the smell of sex that emanated as each girls vagina heated up at the touch of the other, filling the air with evaporating ambrosia. The smacking lips and slurping, sucking noises seemed to be such a loud volume in the silent room, and the thought of being caught out made it all the more exciting. For 10 minutes or more I could only watch in something that could only be described as pain not being able to join in or at least bring off myself until at last Yannah either bored of the game, or desired a male element, or took pity on my plight. She sat up above Fin and then gestured toward me, taking my chin, and pulling me toward her, then kissed me deeply and messily.

The taste of sweet pussy was strong on her and I grasped her head and forced my tongue deep into her mouth, then gave a little jump of excitement as I felt her hand on my cock. I nearly came uncontrollably an instant later when I felt Fin’s nails on my nuts.

“He’s been a good boy, lets give him his special present. He’s VERY good you know baby, his cock tastes good and he really knows how to use it. “

Well, what a nice thing to say. It IS true after all. And I’d prove it again if that was what they wanted.

“MMMmmmmm… yes… but if he comes too quickly he’ll only prove how naughty he is and I’ll have to treat him like the naughty little bitch I know he is” Fin half-agreed.

“Oh baby” Yannah breathed in my ear, then she pushed her tongue in there, something which always turns me on, all wet and thick and warm.

“Oh God” I whispered cupping her breasts with my hands and feeling their lovely softness.

“Naughty little boy” Fin whispered, and removed her hand from my crotch and wriggled out from beneath Yannah. “Naughty little bitch. “

Yannah and I slipped down together on the bed still kissing and touching each other and Fin took my cock in her mouth as soon as we were lying down… I reflexively bit Yannah’s tongue gently as the tiny little stud in the tongue on my tender cock surprised me. Again I just managed to keep my climax in. Fin was licking down my length and teasing my balls, and I took a handful of blonde dreadlocks and stroked her head. The ring piercing her lip sent shivers down my spine as it caressed my shaft.

Next she did something to me I’ve never experienced before. As Yannah continued kissing me and groping my nipples and making fists in my hair Fin lifted İşçievleri Escort up one leg and began to kiss all around my buttocks, squeezing them with her hands and tickling with her nails… it was amazing… such a precious and vulnerable erogenous area and my whole body must’ve shook. Then she began to eat my ass like she was eating pussy… my God what a feeling… her tongue licking deep into my ass crack, caressing the sensitive skin that never sees the light of day. Fin was actually licking my asshole and pushing her tongue into it… fuck… I felt amazing and I almost once again couldn’t contain myself. It was so warm and wet and exciting. What a dirty bitch… mmm… it felt SO fucking good having my ass eaten like that.

Yannah pushed me onto my back and placed a finger on my lips “ssshhhhh” before licking down the length of my body, stopping on each nipple and pushing her soft tongue into my belly button. Fin continued to lick my scrote and ass, biting softly my inner buttocks and pressuring the skin around my asshole with tiny scratches from her tongue stud. Yannah leaned over my body and spread-eagled my legs allowing Fin to literally dive into my ass, and then I felt the awesome warmth as she took my nuclear erection into her mouth and started to suck on me ever so gently. It didn’t matter that she had “shooshed” me… I couldn’t help moaning as so many magic spots were assaulted at one time.

It was like I was on the edge of a waterfall, in danger of falling off into an abyss where things would never be this good again, on the verge of such life-threatening pleasure that would only consume me for a powerful, all enticing instant after which there would be only ever be eternal sexual disappointment, the moment was so good. My body was alive with electricity as 2 beautiful women pleasured me at once, skillfully, lustily, and lovingly. If only it didn’t have to end… if only I could be trapped in time with those fingers and tongues caressing me in so many places on this brink of orgasm for all time. If only.

Fin was suckling my balls, in a wonderful way I had only experienced a few times before, and Yannah sucked slowly and warmly on my ripe, hard end. I must have been feeding her precum constantly since she had taken me into her mouth and her tongue and teeth and lips and her skill with them all did crazy things to my hard, tired cock. The tiny “mmmmm’s” that I heard her utter as she slavered away didn’t do anything to help keep myself from climaxing, which was an uphill battle. Two mouths on me at once, and fingers caressing my nipples and love handles and ass cheeks and thighs… Oh my God. My eyes were screwed up tight and my head lolled side to side, my teeth clenched tight as previously inexperienced highs consumed me.

Next I felt both mouths moving up and down my shaft, Fin’s lip ring again making me shudder. The girls didn’t cease to tease me as slowly they took turns on my head… kissing it open mouthed or licking it wetly, sucking on it gently, or both tongues at once kissing openly with me between them as fingers made tiny cat like caresses around my buttocks and scrotum. Never before had two mouths taken to my cock at once, and it was possibly my biggest single fantasy of all time come alive. Fin’s pierced tongue licking around my rim sent shivers up my spine, and Yannah’s lips working up and down my shaft as the blonde girl sucked on me was almost the last straw… I wasn’t going to hold much longer.

Again Fin took to my scrotum and Yannah’s warm mouth engulfed me… my God this blow job was unbelievable. With my cock half into her mouth and pushing against the back of her throat, her fingers inside herself, and with Fin wavering a finger with just a touch of pressure into the center of my sphincter as she grappled my balls savagely in her mouth; it was over. The mere suspense of being penetrated, of having my G-Spot finally touched and taking me even further into ecstasy was too much, my body’s will to stave off climax failed and I came like I never have before, and probably never will again.

Yannah let out a stifled squeal as I exploded right into the back of her throat, and she gagged slightly as I shuddered, feeding her an enormous gusher of a load in one massive surge. She started to beat me off and I was still cumming, I wanted to shout but couldn’t, I clenched my arse and tried to stop the ecstasy from subsiding as surely it would. Fin released my balls and took my cock away from Yannah just in time to blow into her mouth and I could see the stringy stuff between her lips; and still both girls beat my length harder with their demanding fingers and I splashed over Yannah’s open lips and into Fin’s eye as both of them scrambled to take my cock into their mouth and I fed then another wave of jism, my body still bucking like mad, rocking out of control.

Both mouths continued to hover over me as they fought for the escaping white goodness that was firing from my cock with no end, and I coated their faces and tongues and fingers as my shaft was brutally pumped for more, more, more… and they were lapping it up off me and each other, sucking it out of me even as it started to slow to a dribble, and I wanted to shout out aloud and let the world know just how fucking good the best orgasm in the whole damn world felt.

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Westminster, England, 14 April AD 1067.

Six Months After The Battle of Hastings.

“You get Droit de Seigneur with the estate, D’Austeyn. You are Lord of the High Justice and the Low, with Furca and Fossa. You can hang a man from gallows or drown a witch. Sort out any trouble immediately and kill anyone who puts a toe out of line. But most of all…”

Here Lord Robert paused, looking at me hard with his bright, grey eyes for emphasis.

“…make sure you fuck the women. All the pretty ones, at any rate, yes? You and your men. Let’s have loads of little Norman bastards next year, eh? We have to populate this land with our own flesh and blood as well as conquer it.” His fierce, bearded face split into a grim smile beneath his bent-out-of-shape nose. He rose from his chair in the Great Hall and stood in front of me.

“God speed, Sir D’Austeyn. I expect to see you at Arundel Castle after harvest, with ten limp-cock soldiers for your Knight-service. You’ll be glad for the chance of a rest!” Lord Robert guffawed crudely at his joke, showing his black and broken teeth and winked. He had always been a rough soldier, a fighting man, more at home in the camp than in a lady’s bower, always in the thick of a fight, first in and last out. That’s why I’d follow him to hell and indeed had done so six months back – to the bloody trampled ridge at Hastings, the corpses piled high on each side.

“Yes, my Lord. Thank you.” I knelt to him as expected on the stone floor and took again my oath of fealty, he holding my two clasped hands between his own. I rose and took the parchment roll from the sour-faced, itch-cock priest with his red nose and shaven pate sitting over his quills at the desk, and strode out of the hall with my spurs a-jingling, a sudden gladness welling up in my heart. Reward at last! My own land, a Manor!

I found my young Squire, all of eighteen years old, waiting by the horse lines in the crowded courtyard Bailey, looking pale and anxious. We had both been worried about my interview. There had been rumours floating about the army, quite unjustified of course about the pair of us and some nuns who had fallen from grace after we visited their Convent… fallen quite hard, too. What? I’m innocent, I tell you. I will say no more.

Anyway, I hadn’t been sure about the reception I was going to get, as the King is touchy about upsetting the Church and Lord Robert is quite capable of breaking a man for misconduct.

Stephen was frowning and looked up at my approach. He was slim and almost feminine, with a delicate face and curly brown hair that hid the fact he was as hard as nails, quick and randy as a stoat. I’d seen him butcher two Saxon huscarls in the melee around the shield wall on the blood-soaked grass at Hastings, and within a week fuck three nuns, er, pardon, Messieurs, whores in a row with his 8-inch cock and cum in each of them, one after another. His dear mother in Normandy apparently still thought he was a virgin.

“Stephen! I’ve been given an estate! Our efforts at Hastings have been rewarded!”

The Squire’s moody countenance lightened.

“Really? That’s brilliant! May I ask where, Sir?”

“Some village called… Roi-Gate. A thousand hides and a castle. In the Shire of Surrey, which is south of the River Thames, about two day’s ride away. We’ve got Sergeant Pierre and some of our old Company back, too!”

“Very well, Sir. Is it a good estate?”

“Apparently it’s quite a rich one. It used to belong to some Saxon lord or other who we gutted at Hastings. We ride to take possession immediately. Oh, and Stephen? His Lordship’s express instructions are that we fuck everything in a dress.”

Stephen’s eyes glowed and he grinned broadly.

“Really, Sir?”

“Yes. He wants you to put your cock in as many pretty little English cunts as you can catch, Stephen! You’re to screw everything in sight and father cartloads of Norman babies!”

Stephen cupped his cod-piece in both hands and thrusting his hips backwards and forwards obscenely, roared “Ready and waiting Sir!”

Early afternoon, we rode to Roi-Gate, Stephen and I leading, with a conroi of fifteen mounted and mailed men-at-arms at my back, followed by the carts loaded with provender and spare weaponry.

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We crossed the Thames at the great wooden London Bridge and spent the night in Croydene, a wretched, squalid dump of a town south of London that has a small Palace, being the summer residence of the Lord Bishop of Southwark. His Lordship is welcome to the shit-hole, is all I can say. The ecclesiastical life not being to my taste, we gave the Palace a miss for lodgings and I slept in a verminous tavern, my men taking the stable and visiting all the beer-shops. They didn’t do too much damage. Some of the men took offence at being charged a groat for bad beer that tasted like stale horse piss at a Egekent Escort local ale-shop and set the place ablaze and in the uproar they knocked in the doors of some houses and made perfect beasts of themselves with the English women. There wasn’t much the locals could do about it and Lord Robert would approve. We rode out early the next morning, the men surly, dissipated and vicious. I rode scratching my flea-bites and we must have left at least ten pregnant wives and daughters behind us.

“Her tits were bloody enormous…” I let Stephen prattle on about the lass he had taken to his bed after pulling rank on one of the men-at-arms who had dragged the wench from her father’s cottage.

“She was insatiable…”

I concentrated on Roi-Gate. There was a stone castle, of which I was Marshal. My duty was to hold it for Lord Robert and though him, William the King. Apparently it had been built a century and more ago by the English to stop the Danes raiding, a futile effort as it turned out as the Danes had overrun all of England. Their recently dead king, Harold II, was himself half a Dane.

“She was so pleased she’d been fucked by a Squire of noble blood that she sucked me off again just before we left, and stuck her finger up my bum-hole. She was absolutely filthy…”

The men in a column behind bellowed the usual traditional lewd soldier’s songs and their hung over mood improved as we marched. I was glad they were happy.

We saw the towers of Roi-Gate rising above the trees from two leagues off as we crossed the Surrey Hills. The country was fair, being undulating forested hills crowned with light green billows of oak, ash and elm. There were signs of deer and wild boar, good hunting country. There were scattered farms dotted about, but they had a sadly abandoned look. I felt the hair on the nape of my neck rise as I surveyed my new demesne, as this must surely now be my land, my new home! The air was crisp and fresh, the English springtime has plenty to recommend it. The 24 year-old landless third son of a Norman Count finally finds a home for himself. By God, I was going to keep it!

The castle that was at the end of the sunlit street in Roi-Gate was shut up when we approached. It was occupied though: we saw the blue smoke from a fire wafting above the wall. The drawbridge across the ditch was drawn up and the sunlight dappled the green water among the reeds. A heron took flight with a clatter of wings as we arrived noisily on the opposite bank. All was quiet apart from the stamping of our horses and the scrape of metal on chain mail.

The castle was compact, with four square stone towers made of a warm-coloured stone, altogether not more than 100 paces wide and deep. It basked in the spring sunshine on its own island and looked almost welcoming, apart from the front door being shut to us. There was no sign of watchers on the towers or crenelated walls. The moat was not 15 paces wide, but it looked deep. The banks of the moat were home to families of tern and ducks.

A rapid search showed the village was deserted. It was a home to ghosts and the odd cat. Clearly everybody was inside the castle.

I frowned. This clearly would not do. I was being denied entrance to my new home. Somebody else’s home yet, I thought. I was not equipped for a siege. I would have to use charm to win this. I dismounted and sat down on the grassy bank out of arrow-shot to ponder the situation.

I stood, resolved to bring matters to a head. I raised my voice and called across in Norman French.

“Hello Messieurs in the castle!”

There was a sudden flurry of activity at the crenelated wall above the drawbridge entrance. I saw a flash of white and what looked like red, nay, auburn hair. To my astonishment, I was greeted by a woman’s voice in reply, in fair high French, in the tones of a lady who was used to command.

“Are you that brigand Roger of Redhill come to rob and murder us all?”

“Madam, I assure you, I am not. I am Jean d’Austeyne, newly appointed to hold this fair Manoir for the King, I am Lord of the High and the Low, of Furca and Foss-”

“Norman? You are Lord Robert’s man, then?” The voice queried, interrupting. She kept herself out of sight. I was astonished. How did she know who I was and how did she know Lord Robert?

“Oui, Madame”, who is it I may have the honour of addressing and to being of service?”

“We will come across.” My question went unanswered.

The red hair vanished and within a short while the drawbridge lowered to squealing of hinges and the creaking of a rope windlass. Three ladies – for that is clearly what they are – strode boldly across, followed by a rabble of peasants, all women, children and old men. Where were the young men? Dead probably, at Hastings, along with their late Lord.

The ladies marched towards me on the grassy bank of the sunlit moat, the peasants stood around in a semicircle, gaping Escort Egekent at us.

I was faced by a lady – for there is no other word for her – of about thirty-five years, of taller than average height and elegantly dressed and with her deep auburn hair coiffed. I noticed immediately her green eyes and then her stunning face with its high cheekbones and generous mouth, then the deep bosom and shapely hips. Her faint scent was of green hills in springtime after the rain. My face must have expressed my astonishment as I bowed and she curtsied gracefully with a faint knowing smile as she had certainly caught my eyes giving her a quick up-and-down. I barely noticed the two auburn-haired sylphs standing beside their mother – as they were younger peas from the same pod as their mother, two flame-haired beauties that remind me of autumn sunsets. But the mother is a beautiful goddess of the dawn.

“Madame has the advantage of me”, I murmured. “May I beg to make your acquaintance?”

She smiled, flashing white teeth. Diable, here was a woman in a million!

“Ah, Lord Robert said you were a smooth one! I am Elizabeth of Roi-Gate. And these are my daughters” she said, indicating the pair of green-eyed young beauties who appeared perhaps 18 years old, twins as like as not.

“Catherine and Aude” their mother continued, and each curtsied deeply to me in turn. I bowed low to each. Well, of course I did!

I introduced myself.

“So”, she continued, frankly laughing at me, “What are your orders for your helpless vassals, Sir Knight?”

“Helpless vassals, Madame? How so?”

“Mais oui. My husband was Theign of Roi-Gate. He fell last year at the battle and our lands are now confiscated as a result. We are yours to command, Sir.” Her voice was good-humoured, but her eyes glinted strangely and her colour rose to her face.

I ignored the question for a moment.

“You know Lord Robert, Madame? You knew I was coming?”

“Of course, he was my father’s friend in Normandy. My father was English, but he was exiled before I was born. He became a Knight in Normandy, married and I grew up there. He was granted back his lands later by King Edward Confessor, so came back and after his death I was married to my husband here when I was sixteen. Unfortunately my husband supported King Harold against Duke William, so I was widowed and my lands confiscated”, she added somewhat bitterly. “Lord Robert was here a fortnight ago. He said he had a young man in mind to become our protector. It was a case of accepting it or joining a … nunnery”, she spat the last word.

The devious old sod!

“So now..?” Elizabeth said sweetly. The three beauties waited for my command.

“Merde. Merde”, I thought savagely. So much for Lord Robert’s “fuck the women” comment. So she’s an old family friend and by the way, we killed her husband and widowed her last year and pinched her land, too…

Oh wait. Did he mean..? Mon Dieu. Fuck these women in particular? Oho… Perhaps things were looking up after all. I made up my mind I was indeed going to fuck all three of them very soon, starting with the mother…

I bowed again, courteously to them, keeping my voice agreeable and manner courteous and smooth.

“Alas Madame, I have but just arrived. May I suggest you resume your accommodation in the castle until things are more orderly? I shall also stay there with my squire.” I gestured with my left hand to the mob of peasants.

“The villeins may resume their abodes, Madame and get back to their labours. My men will safeguard the village from this brigand of yours.”

“Thank you Sir. We shall avail ourselves of your kindness”, the Lady Elizabeth said, smiling prettily.

I called Squire Stephen over and made introductions. After he had put his eyes back in and picked his tongue up from the floor, I ordered the troops to be billeted in the village. The peasant women had certainly noticed the virile soldiers now camped on them, the first young men seen in the village for 6 months or more and I saw glances and smiles between some of the women and my men. The village women would soon be queuing up for cock. I didn’t think there would be any rapes in this village tonight… The castle was another matter, maybe.

Lady Elizabeth and I, followed by her daughters and Stephen, walked into the castle.

By this time I was anxious to fuck the Lady Elizabeth. I stepped aside and let her walk ahead of me on the narrow drawbridge so I could admire the sway of her hips and to ogle her generous arse, beneath her long dress. I imagined myself pushing my rampant rock-hard cock into her tight bottom hole, making her scream in pain and pleasure as I stretched her wide and buggered her senseless… I knew that very soon Lady Elizabeth’s glorious red hair would be on my pillow, she squirming, squealing and writhing beneath me in my bed, willing or not, I didn’t care. I would Egekent Escort Bayan soak myself in her sweat and if her two daughters were naked and awaiting for their turn, then so much the better.

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“So which one will you have first, Sir?” Stephen asked later, before dinner. We were on the ramparts of one of the towers, looking out towards the Weald and had been discussing the dispositions of the troops for the coming days, but the women were also very much on both of our minds. The sun was sinking behind the hills with a faint red glow that promised another fine day tomorrow, but the air was now getting chilly again as the dusk drew on.

He knew me as well as anyone and surely read my mind.

“The mother, of course. I have invited the three of them to dinner, Stephen, so you will be on your best behaviour. Now then, the plan is…” I outlined what I had in mind as Stephen guffawed.

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We sat down to eat in the castle solar, on the first floor of the castle, a private room for the Lord and his ladies. We would usually eat in the Great Hall downstairs in public, but for this dinner I didn’t want to be gawped at by the servants.

I had changed out of my chainmail surcoat and leggings into a grey woollen tunic and fine blue silken hose that had cost me a fortune in London’s Cheapside two months before, but the grey set off my blond hair, or at least the shop-man had said. Red leather shoes with pointed toes and a leather knife belt inlaid with silver completed the outfit. I was les couilles de chien, so Stephen assured me, as you say in English, “the dog’s bollocks”. He was also spruced up in a plain but richly made dark woollen tunic as befitted his status as a man of good family but not yet a knight.

Stephen and I sat at the board and rose as we heard the sound of the ladies’ voices in the corridor.

The ladies entered. Lady Elizabeth had changed into a dark blue dress that was low cut at the bodice, her girdle accentuating both her narrow waist, the flare of her hips – and pushing up her ample, creamy tits that I could now see were speckled with light brown freckles. I could almost have fallen face-first into her cleavage with a “Brrrrrrrrrrr!” Her gorgeous green eyes sought mine as a ship’s lode-stone points north as Stephen and I bowed to the ladies. This time her eyes were amused yet held more than a hint of mystery and magic. Who knew what the night might hold?

Her two daughters were dressed in identical gowns of pale pink, which must have cost a small fortune each and set off their dark red hair to perfection. They were both astonishingly beautiful, yet somehow together seemed somewhat insipid, even colourless beside their mother. I barely noticed them to be honest, leaving them to be charmed and entertained by Stephen who set to with relish, as we had earlier agreed. I sat at the head of the table, Lady Elizabeth next to me and the girls and Stephen at the far end, together.

We ate a good dinner that Lady Elizabeth had ordered prepared, starting with quails, hare and venison, washed down with good Bordeaux wine that I had brought with us. In truth I barely knew what I ate, I was busy devouring her with my eyes. From the end of the table, I heard Stephen’s jokes and the girls’ laughter. They were getting on famously.

Lady Elizabeth and I talked of England, my part in the great battle and growing up in Normandy, but mainly talked with our eyes, hers were now dark green mysterious pools, shot through with amber highlights. Several times she blushed and smiled when meeting my gaze, or when murmuring a reply, fiddling with her hair and pushing stray curls back over her ears. I was in fine spirits as the imminent prospect of getting my leg over always bucks me up and I was overjoyed with my Manor.

The wine was good and Lady Elizabeth encouraged me to drink a little more than I usually do. I like to keep a clear head as too much stops me from enjoying my favourite pastimes, fighting and fucking.

At the end of the meal, with the servants clearing away, I suggested loudly to Stephen that he take the girls onto the tower and show the girls how we soldiers navigate by the stars, an egregious fib as I know Stephen can’t tell Sirius from his elbow. He got up and staggered out and it occurred to me that Stephen must also have had a bit more wine than usual for him. With giggles and backwards glances at their mother, the girls got up and followed him out, their backsides swaying invitingly as they passed over the threshold.

As soon as they had gone, she sat back and glanced at me, the amusement tempered with another expression I had difficulty in reading.

“Well, Monsieur?”

Why did she suddenly have two heads? The room suddenly was feeling very warm and was spinning around me as I tried to rise, but my legs would not take my weight.The rest was blackness as I crashed face first into the table. Lady Elizabeth’s wide smile as I collapsed was the last thing I remembered of that evening.

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I woke up late the following morning in my own bed in the main bedchamber in the castle. I was naked and sadly alone.

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The hot August sun beat down on the earth. Everyone’s lawns were dead or dieing. Few flowers remain in bloom. The heat was putting a strain on every air-conditioner around. Everyone tried their best to find refuge from the heat.

Jeni sat by her pool in her white two piece bathing suit. Her tanned body looked nice against it.

With her large breast, the top barely covered them. The bottom looked just like a bandage covering her womanhood and a string covered her back side. She had purposely brought this suit two sized too small for sun bathing. This way she could get a fuller tan with out getting naked. She could simply shift the cloth around to get a full tan with out having to actually undress.

She did this because the neighborhood boys had a habit of popping in on her any time she decided to tan totally nude. They never bothered to announce themselves either. Jeni usually didn’t even know they were any where around till their shadow’s fell over her eyes. This was the best compromise she could find so that she could sun bath and get her total tan with out having to undress.

She had tried to swim earlier in order to find some relief from the sun’s heat. At first when she dove in the pool the water felt cool to her hot bare skin. After only a few minutes in the water, however, she could tell the water was warm from the sun’s rays and did not give much relief from the heat, so she had climbed from the pool and sat down on a lawn chair to work on her tan.

Small beads of sweat mixed with the pool’s water gave her already tanning skin a glow. In just the right light, the water droplets sparkled like diamonds.

Every now and then she shifted her body. When she did, the small bell of her navel ring tinkled. It was the navel ring she had found last Christmas when she had that strange dream about Santa. Every now and again, she would think of that night and how real it seemed to have Santa making love to her. In fact as she heard it tinkle now, her mind drifted back to that night. She could feel her womanhood start to grow wet at just the thought of having that talented tongue and that large manhood of Santa in side her again.

Jeni’s mind also drifted back to the tales her parents use to tell her. They always tried to get her to be good by telling her that Santa did not just come to leave gifts for the good kids at Christmas. He sometimes left a very special gift to a select group of really good people. It was usually a bell of some kind, so that they could summon him at any time to get a special gift. All they had to do was make it ring as they thought about their gift.

Today as the heat began to get to her, she wondered if her parents’ stories were true. If they were, she would certainly ask Santa for a repeat performance and in a much cooler climate than she was enduring now.

The bell in Jeni’s navel always gave off a pleasant tinkle when she walked or the wind caught it just right. It always caused her to think about that night. As her mind thought about that night however, it seemed as if the bell began to give off a more rich tone, a much louder one. She dismissed it as her imagination just as she flicked the bell with her finger and again wished Santa would be with her again and somewhere cooler.

Just as her finger left the bell, it rang out so loud she thought every one could hear it even if they were miles away. The truth was she was the only one that could her it. She and one other person that is, Santa heard it also!

From out of no where, Jeni felt a cool breeze began to blow. Loose grass blades, leaves and paper began to fly in the air and swirl around. Jeni even thought she had seen a snowflake or two but knew that was impossible in August!

The cool air began to grow colder. Jeni even felt it blow between her legs and tickle her womanhood though her bikini. It did not make her cold however. In fact, it actually seemed to arouse her. Her womanhood began go grow wet the more the wind blew.

It wasn’t long before it was truly snowing. Jeni stared at the weather in amazement. It snowed so hard it covered the ground around her. Then to Jeni’s surprise, she realized it was covering the ground only in her yard. She looked across the landscape to notice that the only snow falling was in her yard!

Just then Jeni began to her more bells. She looked around to find where they were coming from. She finally looked up to the sky to see a small sleigh being pulled by a lone reindeer coming towards her. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief and to make sure there was nothing in them.

As the sleigh came closer, she realized she was not seeing things. Her eyes grew large and her heart began to race. Santa was coming to see her! He was actually here in August and coming to see her! Maybe the tales Mom and Dad told were true after all she thought.

The reindeer landed in the yard near Jeni. She was a little disappointed when she saw no one was in the sleigh.

The reindeer pawed at the ground and kept nodding its Harmandalı Escort head as if to say ‘hurry up, get in’. Jeni slowly walked over to the sleigh. She cautiously climbed in. Before she could get seated or even change her mind, the reindeer took off. He took off so fast, Jeni fell face first in the fur lined velvet covered seats. Off they flew to parts unknown with Jeni still only dressed in her small bathing suit.

By time she righted herself they were already flying high over the earth. Jeni looked down to see everything looking like toys and the cars looked like ants. She got scared and sat straight up in the seat and just stared ahead.

Soon Jeni got sleepy and stretched out on the seat and fell asleep. She was unaware of the remainder of the flight. The closer they got to the North Pole; she began to shiver as she slept. From out of no where a heavy blanket appeared to cover and warm her.

When they had finally reached their destination, the reindeer started to descend from the clouds. The change in speed and height caused Jeni to wake up. When she did, she realized that she was now wearing a large fur coat over her bare bikini clad body. All her needs seemed to be filled even before she realized she needed any thing.

Jeni looked around to see where she was going. All she could see as they descended was snow. Snow was everywhere. There were no dwellings that Jeni could see any where. She was beginning to get scared. She thought she had been flown to a deserted place and no one knew where she was. She began to feel foolish and scared.

She then thought to her self, “I am in a sleigh being pulled by a flying reindeer and I am just now feeling foolish?” So she relaxed and waited to see what other wonders waited for her.

The reindeer made a soft landing on the snow. Once on the ground, he headed straight for a large snow bank. He did not seem to hesitate any. He headed full speed towards it. Jeni closed her eyes and cringed as they started to crash into it. Just at the point of impact, she barely opened her eyes in time to see what was going to happen. The snow bank began to swirl around. Like magic, it opened up and they passed though a thin wall of snow and into a small village square.

Jeni stared as she saw small elves rushing around everywhere. No one stopped to pay her any attention. They hurried around carrying toys that were finished or anywhere in between that and just started.

The reindeer finally stopped in front of a large wall and gate. Standing in front was a very lovely female elf. She wore a very sexy red and white Mrs. Santa’s outfit. The skirt stopped just as her knees and the top completely covered her breast. It fit her snug and clung to every curve of her small frame, but looked nice on her.

She extended a hand to help Jeni from the sleigh. She introduced her self as Tina. She said Santa was expecting her but was delayed. Tina said she was to make sure Jeni was comfortable and all her needs were met till Santa could arrive.

She then turned and led Jeni inside.

When Jeni and Tina walked in through door, Jeni realized she was no longer in a winter wonderland. The scene in side changed from snowy frigid terrain to a tropical paradise. There were palm trees and birds singing everywhere. In the middle of the oasis sat a small quant hut.

It was so warm now that Jeni had to remove her coat revealing her bikini.

Tina laughed and teased, “It looks like you knew where you were coming!”

Jeni turned to face Tina. She was surprised at what she saw. Tina was now not the small elf that had greeted Jeni outside! Instead she now stood eye level with Jeni. Tina now had long slender legs, large firm plump breast and a flat tight stomach.

The cute out fit she wore had also changed. It was still the red and white Mrs. Santa’s outfit but now instead of coming just above Tina’s knees, the skirt actually barely covered her back side. Jeni could see Tina large firm mounds sticking out from underneath. The top opened to reveal Tina’s large round tanned breast.

Tina laughed at Jeni’s reaction.

“It is ok”, she said. “This is my true self. What you saw out side is how every one but Santa sees me. Santa uses his magic to keep the elves clueless to my true self. They need to keep their minds on making toys and not me! Besides, Santa wants some one his size when ever he desires female company!” Tina laughed when she finished. “Follow me, I bet you could use a dip in the hot tub and a bite to eat before Santa gets here”.

Jeni closed her wide open mouth nodded approvingly and followed obediently.

Tina led Jeni to the hot tub then excused herself.

Jeni climbed in and immediately began to relax. She stretched out and rested her head on the tub’s edge as she closed her eyes. “This is the life she thought”.

Jeni relaxed there till Tina returned. Tina brought tall glasses of lemonade and finger sandwiches. Just as she had placed the tray down, Harmandalı Escort Bayan Jeni opened her eyes. She was pleased to see Tina had also used her time away to get out of her dress and now wore a small bikini top that barely covered her breast and a loose fitting sarong.

After Tina sat them on the tub’s edge, she removed her sarong and let it fall to the floor. Jeni was not too surprised to find Tina worn nothing underneath. As Tina climbed in the tub she also removed her top. Once in the tub she sat next to Jeni. She too then laid her head on the tub’s edge and closed her eyes for a few minutes.

Jeni had finished a glass of lemonade and had turned to place the glass on the tray. As she did, she felt strong hands began to massage her neck. She almost melted.

“Your shoulders look a little tense”, Tina said. “Let me rub them for you. We want you relaxed for Santa.”

Jeni did not complain.

After a few minutes, Tina used her hands to turn Jeni towards her. She did not hesitate as she pulled Jeni close and kissed her.

At first Jeni hesitated but this felt good, so she closed her eyes and kissed back.

Tina only paused for a minute and pulled away from Jeni. “I hope you don’t mind, but Santa said to make sure all your needs and desires are met while you wait.”

“I don’t mind. I don’t mind one bit,” Jeni said as she wrapped her arms around Tina’s shoulder and pulled her back so that the two ladies could continue to kiss.

As Tina moved closer, Jeni gently took one of Tina’s breasts in her hand and began to caress it. She then let her hand began to slide up and down Tina’s stomach also. After a few times, she finally let her hand find Tina’s womanhood and let it find its way deep in Tina.

When she felt Jeni in her, Tina leaned back and began to moan. She arched her back and allowed her breast to stand out towards Jeni. Jeni immediately stopped kissing and started nibbling and kissing Tina’s nipples. Tina’s nipples grew hard from the touching and she began to shake a little. Her body wanted the attention.

Tina felt herself about to come but stopped. She looked at Jeni.

“This is not right; I am supposed to be helping you relax not the other way around.”

Jeni just laughed. “It is ok, I have a feeling before all is said and done, that I will be more relaxed than I have been in a long time, so to let me thank you in advance. Just enjoy your self!”

With that, Jeni started back pleasuring Tina. She kissed her breast and stomach as low as she could. She tired to kiss Tina’s womanhood but could not stay under water long enough to do any good. Jeni finally moved back up to kiss on Tina and used her fingers to make Tina come.

Tina let her finish. She liked how Jeni had made her feel, but now it was her time to let Jeni enjoy herself. Tina knew she could make her feel much better than Jeni had done her. She smiled because she knew Jeni had never been pleasured by any one, man or woman like she could do her. Tina knew she had a little elfin magic that would make Jeni scream for pleasure and come back begging for more.

Tina gently removed Jeni’s clothing. “Thanks for what you did for me, but now it is my turn to show you how it is done. Now sit back and enjoy your ride!”

Tina started out like Jeni had done her. She started nibbling and kissing on Jeni’s already hard nipples. She sucked them so skillfully; Jeni almost swore she was giving Tina milk! Jeni felt her stomach shake just at the touch of Tina’s tongue tracing her every muscle. Jeni felt Tina’s finger tip softly moving over her clit. Then without warning, Tina started applying firm pressure on Jeni’s clit. As she did, Jeni’s body could not take any more. She felt her body explode from deep in her womanhood!

Jeni had to take a moment to catch her breath.

“How did you make me come so fast and hard that soon?” she asked Tina.

Tina looked Jeni in her eyes. “That is nothing,” she said as she licked her large wet succulent lips. “That was just the beginning; the best is about yet come!”

With that, Tina stuck her tongue out at Jeni and wiggled it for her.

Jeni closed her eyes and tried to quickly open them again to make sure she had seen what she thought she saw. Tina’s tongue looked like it had taken the form of a penis as she showed it to Jeni. When she opened her eyes to get the second look, she just caught the tip of Tina’s normal tongue moving back in Tina’s mouth.

Before Jeni could say any thing, Tina had already disappeared under the water. She gently spread Jeni’s legs apart and began to use her talented tongue on Jeni’s womanhood.

Jeni felt it moving from lip to lip. She liked the gentle control Tina used. She began to moan from deep in her throat.

Jeni gasped for a quick breath of air as she felt Tina’s tongue moving deep in side her. Jeni could swore it felt like a man had placed his manhood in side her. She began to slide up and down on Tina’s tongue Escort Harmandalı like she would have if it had been a man’s shaft.

She felt her body grow tight once again. Tina alternated between using her tongue in Jeni and just tracing her womanhood lips. This drove Jeni crazy. Each time she felt Tina slid her tongue out of her; Jeni was almost to the point of coming. Each time she wanted Tina to allow her to do just that. Each time Tina slide in her, Jeni felt the urge grow stronger.

She could not take much more, she began to move faster around Tina’s tongue to make her come. Jeni also thought this could not last much longer. Tina had already been under water for several minutes. Surely she would have to come up for air some time soon!

Even she if didn’t come, Jeni needed a break from the action to compose her, but Tina did not seem to need air. Even after she had made Jeni come, she stayed under water and continued to pleasure Jeni with her magical tongue.

Jeni felt her body grow taut several times. She felt her nipple grow so hard they ache. She felt her womanhood shake and come. She felt her legs get tight then limp after each time she came. She came several times from Tina’s attention. She began to hear herself to asking Tina to stop because she could not take any more, but she also didn’t want Tina to stop. She had never felt this good before and wanted to continue, but her body had taken all it could.

Tina knew what was happening at all times. She knew better than Jeni what Jeni could take. She continued to make love to Jeni until she knew she needed to stop.

Tina finally removed her tongue from Jeni’s womanhood. She used it to trace Jeni’s stomach as she moved up Jeni’s body. Tina paused for a second or two to kiss and nipple on Jeni’s nipples. Tina then kissed Jeni passionately. She then stood back and pulled her long black wet hair from her face and smiled at Jeni.

“Was that good?” she asked Jeni.

“Yes, yes and yesssss.” Jeni said.

“Good!” “How about you, did you enjoy it too?” Tina asked as she used her finger to ring the bell in Jeni’s navel. She then turned her head to the side as if some one was there.

Jeni looked surprised and confused. “What was Tina talking about? Was there some one else there?”

Tina could see the look of confusion on Jeni’s face from the corner of her eyes as she turned her head. She smiled and continued to speak to someone off to the side.

Jeni immediately looked over in the direction Tina had turned. To her surprise, there sat Santa watching the two women play. She had not noticed him come around. She was not sure how long he had been there or how long he had watch or how much he had even seen!

“Yes I did,” he said. “You did and excellent job!”

Santa then stood and walked towards the hot tub. Jeni watched every stop he took. Santa stopped only once he had gotten behind Jeni. He reached over and placed his hands under her arms and effortlessly lifted her from the tub and placed her on the deck next to him. He kissed her then stepped back.

“Sorry I am late but I had to settle a fight amongst the elves.”

Jeni started to speak but no word came from her lips. Her legs were weak from her time with Tina that she almost fell.

Santa grabbed her before she did. He also placed a finger over Jeni’s lips.

“Sssssh” he whispered. “No need to say a word, I can tell you had a good time. Now just go with Tina and take a nap. I will see you after dinner then I will fulfill your wish you came here for!

Jeni just smiled and nodded at him.

Her body went limp as Santa gently kissed her again. She closed her eyes and fell asleep immediately in Santa’s hold.

Santa steadied her. He held her in his arms till Tina got close enough to take her. He then gave her to Tina and instructed her to make Jeni comfortable.

Tina nodded and lifted Jeni in her arms and took her to rest. Tina place Jeni in a hammock stretched out on the deck of the hut.

Jeni slept for some time. When she woke, she felt a warm breeze blow over her body. She thought she was still home and had fallen asleep in her lounge chair.

“What a dream,” she thought. “I wouldn’t mind that dream coming true like the one I had about Santa originally.” With that, Jeni moved her arms above her hand and stretched.

“It is about time you woke up. Santa and I were beginning to think you would sleep till Christmas Eve and he would have to take you home on his annual trip.”

The sound of some one talking startled Jeni. She thought she had been lying there alone. She tried to sit up causing the hammock to flip over. It tossed her out on the deck. Jeni barely had time to place her hands in front of her to keep from smashing her face in the deck.

Jeni looked to see Tina lying stretched out on a lounge totally nude as before. Her eyes were covered by dark sunglasses as she lay there soaking in the warm sun rays.

“What? I? How? Where?” Jeni stuttered.

Tina sat up and removed her glasses. Jeni could see Tina’s eyes sparkle like diamonds in the sun light.

“Yes you are still at the North Pole.” Tina said. “Your wish was for Santa to make love to you like he did back during Christmas. That has not happened yet, so until it does, you are still our guest.”

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Friday

Jack sighed as he pulled into his driveway. It had been a long day. A long week. He switched off the car engine and stared out of the window at his house.

Jack was glad to be home and, for the first time this week, he was glad Anna was coming round to see him.

He hadn’t seen her all week. She had been away from work for a week’s holiday and had visited friends up north until today. He was feeling excited about seeing her. The stirrings in his stomach down to his cock had been distracting him all day.

Jack hadn’t masturbated all week which he’d found extremely difficult. He had been close on many occasions whilst daydreaming about his visit to Ellie’s adult shop. He had even thought about popping in to see Ellie at some point to see her but thought better of it.

He stepped out of the car and trudged up to the door. Anna was due to be here in around 30minutes so he thought he should shower first.

Jack opened the door, dropped his keys on the table and let the door close behind him. No mail. Jack dropped his briefcase and made his way upstairs to the shower. He needed a long shower tonight in order to wash the stresses of the week away.

25minutes later, Jack heard the doorbell. He was halfway through drying so he wrapped the towel around his waist to cover his modesty and jumped down the stairs, two at a time.

He felt better after the shower had soaked the Friday feeling into his skin.

He opened the door and his mood hit its peak for the week: it was Anna.

Her hair was loose and down to her back. It had a natural slight wave to it. It was very dark and framed her perfect, pretty face. Her eyes, big and brown, had an innocent look to them but Jack knew her too well now to know how innocent she actually was.

She was wearing a red cotton vest which had straps over her shoulders. The cut led down to the beginnings of her cleavage and it clung to her breasts perfectly. Anna had on skin tight denim jeans which really clung to her legs. They made her legs look even longer than they normally did. She wore black high heels that pushed her whole body upright, forcing her chest up and out. She was so beautiful and sexy all at the same time.

“Wow. That’s a great way to welcome me home. I missed seeing that body.” Anna announced at the door. She was smiling and her eyes flashed as she looked at Jack’s wet torso.

“Come in sexy,” Jack said, “how was your week?”

Anna stepped inside and he closed the door behind her. She moved into his kitchen and he followed behind whilst watching her sexy arse in her skin tight jeans. Her perfect pert cheeks were kept snug by the tight denim. The dark denim material made its way under each cheek forming two perfect globes.

She placed two bags down on the kitchen table and turned to face him.

“Oh Jack, I had a good time. I have missed you though,” she smiled at him, “my friends were so much fun. My friend Daisy has split with another boyfriend…again.” Anna took out a bottle of wine from one of the bags, “she is not able to hold onto a man for any longer than a fortnight. I don’t know why. She was glum but perked up after a few cocktails.”

Anna had unpacked the first bag. It was full of various food, ready for their weekend together. The other bag had some neatly folded spare clothes for her weekend stay with Jack.

“But, how was your week?” she queried lightly.

“It was…well… the usual. Busy. You know how it is.” he sighed as he responded.

She looked carefully at him. He did look as though it had been a tough week, it always was for him. She smiled, “don’t worry Jack, it’s the weekend now.”

He Hatay Escort smiled back and instantly felt better. It was as though she had a magic spell over him and anything she said, or did, felt good.

“Jack? There’s a box in the boot of my car, could you bring it in for me please. No peeking though…it’s your present.” Anna giggled as she spoke.

“Present,” he repeated, “you shouldn’t have bought me a present.”

“I ordered it last week and it arrived yesterday,” she clarified, “it’s just something I saw and thought of you.”

Jack moved out towards the car. The boot was already unlocked and he pulled up the metal hood. The present was a big brown box around a metre and a half in length. It was sealed pretty securely. He hoisted it up – not realising it was heavier than first looked – shut the boot and moved inside.

Anna was upstairs when he closed the front door. “Can you bring it up here please?” she shouted from upstairs.

Jack climbed the stairs carrying the awkward package to the top and turned into his bedroom. Anna was placing her spare clothes on the dressing table, “pop it on the bed and I’ll unwrap it so can you go out of here and get dressed please?”

There was a hint of playful begging in her voice. He placed the box on the bed, “ok, let me know when I can come in,” Jack said.

“Ok,” she turned around to the package, “don’t go too far.”

Jack left the room and moved to his spare room which was also his dressing room. He had just filled it with wardrobes from floor to ceiling and chests of drawers. He lived alone and still had a spare room after using up this one just for clothes.

Jack dressed (shorts and a loose fitting shirt) sprayed and made himself respectable by running his hand through his hair. ‘Not bad,’ he thought.

“Jack, you can come in now,” Anna shouted, “but close your eyes as you enter.”

Jack opened the door to his bedroom and then closed his eyes. He walked in and felt his way blindly to the edge of the bed. He heard Anna sniggering on the bed in front of him. The anticipation was killing him now.

“Ok, Jack,” she quietly said, “open your eyes.”

Jack opened his eyes and saw that Anna was laying on her side on the edge of his bed. She, too, had changed. She was wearing a satin nightie. It had thin straps over her shoulders and the shiny grey material tucked in tightly around her breasts so their outline and shape was very easy to make out. Again, he could see the top of her cleavage. The nightie stopped just below her sexy arse. Her naked legs on show as she lay there.

Then Jack looked at what was laying beside her.

It looked as though it was longer than a metre but shorter than the size of the box.

It was a fake female torso. It had no head or arms but the body and shape was damn near perfect. It was made of a creamy, flesh coloured soft material.

It had full breasts that were pushed together with a narrow channel down the middle of them. The nipples were very erect too.

Further down the torso, there was a perfectly formed pussy with lifelike lips and a small clitoris just above a hole.

Below that, was another hole. A sweet and tight looking puckered arsehole.

Jack was wide eyed and flabbergasted.

Anna looked up at him with that sexy look she often had when naughtiness was due to occur. “Jack, I had so much fun the last time we met and I wanted to repay the favour.” She stroked over on of the sex toy’s fake breasts, circling her finger around the nipple, “I spoke to Ellie and she suggested this.” She then grabbed the breast she was fondling, More than a good handful.

Jack’s Escort Hatay heartbeat sped up. He looked down at the scene in front of him and he felt the stirring in his cock.

“Let’s play,” Anna said, “take off your clothes,” she demanded.

Jack slipped his shorts down (he had decided on going commando) and then pulled the shirt up and over his head.

He stood on front of Anna completely naked. His cock beginning to grow semi erect.

Anna stared at his cock and bit her lip “ohhh, wow, that cock. I’d forgotten what it looked like.” She said in a longing, sexy voice.

“Wait there Jack,” Anna said and she got up and straddled the torso, “look at how fantastic these breasts are. They are bigger and firmer than mine.” Both hands started stroking and gently caressing the fake breasts, “ohhh Jack, they feel sexy.”

Jacks cock was growing to its full erect state.

Anna watched his cock grow. She then lowered her head and her mouth hovered over one of the nipples. She looked up at Jack, “I want to suck one of these erect nipples. It’s my first time. Watch…” she whispered. Anna lowered her mouth over a nipple and placed the flat of her tongue directly over the nipple. She licked across it and it instantly went wet. She pursed her lips tightly together and sucked the nipple from its base to the top and out of her mouth. “Mmmm, Jack, I love how that tastes in my mouth. Fuck, I was aroused as soon as I walked in here, now I’m wet. If I…” she started to lower her hips down and grind her pussy backwards and forwards over the fake naked body, “…oooh…yes…that’s good. Right on my clit.”

Jack was fully erect now. His cock was pointing at Anna writhing on the fake torso. He shuffled around behind her and watched transfixed. Anna’s pussy was grinding down on the fake pelvic bone on the torso. He could see Anna’s sexy arse just above the fake pussy lips. It looked as though the torso was moving to meet Anna’s thrusts.

“Ohhh god…fuck that’s good…so good. It’s like she’s fucking me Jack…mmm…ohhhh.”

Jack watched, transfixed. He could see Anna’s breast bouncing as she rode the toy. Her nipples were clearly erect and visible through the soft satin.

“Oohhh…god…mmmm…I’m close. Don’t stop..”

Suddenly Anna slowed down to a stop and shuffled backwards off the torso. She looked down at where she had been grinding and there was a slight wet patch.

“Ohh…Jack…she almost made me cum. Fuck I’m so aroused right now,” she looked at his cock straining and pulsing. The head of his cock was really standing out now, “it looks as if you are too Jack,” Anna whispered.

She lowered her face down towards the fake pussy lips. “Look at this pussy Jack. I can see the clit too.” Anna looked up at Jack and smiled, “I’ve never licked a pussy Jack. Shall I try it now?” Anna stuck the tip of her tongue out as if to lick the pussy lips.

Jack groaned and his cock pulsed. Pre-cum started to dribble down.

“What?” Anna said as she watched, “I’m just telling you that I haven’t tasted a pussy before.” With that she licked from the base of one pussy lip up to the clit. She then started again with the other side. She looked up at Jack as she repeated the movement.

“Am I doing it right Jack? Is this how you lick a pussy?” Anna looked at him coyly. “Show me Jack. Come and show me how to do it.”

Jack moved over to the bed and Anna sat up onto her knees. Jack lowered his mouth down to where Anna had just been. He stuck the tip of his tongue out to lick the lips. He could taste the warmth of Anna’s spit on the lips. They were wet already.

Anna Hatay Escort Bayan had sat up and lifted her satin nightie so her pussy was on show. She slid a finger down to her own pussy and started to rub around her own clit.

Jack was watching intently whilst licking the fake pussy. Anna shuffled on her knees so she was close to Jack’s eyes. He could see close up that her clit was protruding and clearly visible. She was aroused, he could see her glistening lips and the opening to her pussy.

Jack could smell her and feel the warmth from her pussy and her skin. She was speeding up “ffffuck Jack…that’s so…mmm…fucking sexy. Look how wet…ohhh…mmmm…I am!” Anna moaned.

Jack was desperate to touch his cock. He felt the material of his bed rub against the head of his cock. He moved his hips to slide the head of his cock against his bed.

Anna moved to straddle the torso again. She lifted her leg over the torso and sat astride it facing the breasts again, away from Jack. She continued to rub her pussy faster, “ohhhh…nnnggg…I want to cum Jack…I’ve waited all…fuck me that’s sooo good…I’ve waited to cum Jack. I want you to cum with me…ohhhhh FUCK!” She groaned.

Jack was so close to her pussy and he could also see her tight little arsehole. He watched her fingers rubbing her pussy slow circles and then suddenly speeding up and then slow again. She was teasing herself to orgasm.

“Mmmmmnnn…Sit up on the bed Jack…fffffuuuckkk…grab that cock,” she instructed, “do…ohhh…you want to fuck that pussy…mmmm…Jack?”

Jack instantly knelt up facing Anna’s sexy arse. He grabbed his cock and pointed it at the fake pussy. He was so close to Anna’s pussy too. Jack was so tempted to slide it into Anna’s wet pussy. Just to bend her right over and bury his cock in her wet pussy. He thought he would get one good thrust before filling her pussy with cum. The thought started to overwhelm him and he edged closer to her pussy.

“Jack…god I’m so close…ffffuuckk…Jack, stroke your cock Jack. Ohhhh…cum on that pussy…nnnnggg.”

Jack began stroking his cock. His pre-cum had dribbled on the fake pussy. His balls were tightening. Anna’s hand was furiously rubbing her clit and her hips were moving in rhythm with her hand. Her breathing was deep and short. He knew she was close.

Suddenly she reached back with her other hand and used a finger to gently circle her tight arsehole. That was it. The sensation was too much for her.

“OHHHH SSSSSHHHIT…FFFUUUCK…I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING…NNNNNGGGG…” she screamed.

Jack could see her pussy lips shaking. Her other finger pressed onto her tight arsehole and stayed where it was, pressing down.

Jack started to cum. It shot out of his cock. A week of built up cum. It spattered across the fake pussy and also onto Anna’s pussy.

She moaned loudly when she felt his warm cum on her body, “mmmmm…fffffuck me!”

The cum kept spurting as he slowly fucked his hand and it spurted onto her arse and over the finger covering her arsehole. She massaged the cum around her arsehole and around her pussy lips.

She hadn’t looked backwards the whole time and she kept on stroking and moving her hips.

Jack also kept stroking, milking the cum from his cock as it dribbled over the fake pussy lips.

“Fuck, Jack. You make me so horny,” Anna managed to say through her shortened breaths, “fuck me, my pussy is so sensitive.”

Jack stopped stroking and looked at his erection, it was still solid.

“Do you like your present Jack? I can’t wait to use this again. Can you?” Anna groaned.

She stepped over the torso and looked at the mess, “time for a shower, want to watch?” She winked at him whilst looking at his still erect cock.

Jack was in shock over the intense orgasm that had washed over his body. He managed a smile and a nod of the head then fell backwards onto the bed.

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Part 11 – The French Maid Finds Satisfaction at Work

Glen sat down next to me in class. He had kept his word and always treated me like an equal and with respect when we were with other people.

During the lecture he passed me a note saying that he needed my maid services that night. I was filled with jealousy when I read that he had two friends from his high school visiting. His note continued to state that he had relationships with both of them in the past and wanted to treat them well because he planned on having a wild night with them.

I agreed to serve him that night. Half an hour before the appointed time I took my textbook and notebook from our class and told Sandy that I was going to a friends to study. She gave me a deep kiss and I left.

When I arrived at Glen’s he told me to get dressed for work. When I came out of his bedroom wearing my lingerie and French maid uniform he motioned for me to approach him. When I came over to him he produced a but plug and asked me if I knew what it was.

I replied, “Yes, but I have never used one before.”

He said, “Shut up!” “I didn’t ask you if you used one before.”

He told me to lean over his sofa and to stick my panty clad ass in the air. I quickly did as he asked and was awarded a few slaps on my right ass cheek. Glen proceeded to lower the black lacy panties down over the garters so that they were resting around my knees. He applied some lube to the but plug and tied a ribbon around its thin part. Next he inserted it into my ass with one shove. It hurt as the flange passed through my sphincter but settled in nicely. It felt so good I couldn’t believe that I had missed out on such an exquisite device all my life! He then took the ribbon and tied it tightly around my hard shaft right below the head ridge. This had the effect of tucking my hard cock backward and between my legs. With that he pulled my panties back up slapping my ass a few more times. He said that under no circumstance was that but plug to leave my ass until my shift was finished! With that he told me to get the place cleaned.

I started collecting dishes and straightening up the place. Glen walked up behind me pinching my ass and making sure that my dick was still tucked between my legs. He said that I was to service him and his guests with whatever they wished. I was to offer them wine on a regular basis. I was also not to enter the bedroom when they were in it, unless called in.

I surprised myself by replying, “Yes Sir!” However after thinking about it I realized how appropriate it was.

I scrubbed the bathtub, toilet and the shower walls. I was in the middle of mopping the floor when the doorbell rang. I went to answer it and two good looking guys burst out laughing when they saw me. I am sure that my cheeks flushed red, as I introduced myself as Bağarası Escort Rhonda, Glen’s maid.

The taller one laughed and said, “My, Glen has really moved up the world!”

With that Glen came over and they slapped backs and exchanged deep mouth to mouth kisses.

I thought to myself that I did not know why man to man kissing turned me off as I brought three glasses of Cabernet wine to them.

I handed them the wine and the shorter one asked, “What’s up with that?” Pointing to me.

Glen replied, “Oh, that is just some slut from one of my classes.” “She can’t get enough cock and is willing to degrade herself for the honor of servicing me.”

I was so humiliated that my cock almost pulled the plug from my ass! That’s how hard, the shame I felt, made me.

As I continued mopping the floor and doing the dishes, the varying degrees of hardness would have my cock pulling on the plug. This varied the tightness of the ribbon tied around my shaft and the amount of outward pressure that the plug exerted on my asshole. While finishing the dishes this stimulation became too much for me and I came in my panties. Since Glen and his friend were in the bedroom, I took off my panties and sucked all of the cum from them. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him I reasoned. I could not believe how satisfying it was to slurp it down! I slid the panties back up over my stockings and garters and felt so fulfilled. Meanwhile my dick had shrunk after the orgasm. This caused it to pull on the ribbon which threatened to pull the plug out of my ass!

While clenching hard on the plug with my ass Glen called from the bedroom. I walked to the bedroom with my ass tightly clenched and opened the door. All three of them were naked on the bed. Glen demanded a wine refill so I walked over and collected the glasses from the dresser tops.

The taller guy said, “Look at how she walks!” “It looks like she is pinching a load!” They all laughed really hard at that.

As I was leaving, I heard Glen tell them, “It is probably a very difficult task for her to be pinching a load after the ass fucking that I gave her the other day!” They all laughed.

I poured wine into new glasses. By now my ass was starting to cramp from the continued clenching. As I walked back to the bedroom with the wine I fought continuously to keep the plug held in place.

As I approached the bed the taller guy said, “The maid is walking even funnier now.” “Maybe she stuffed the wine bottle up her ass!”

Everyone laughed once again and my dick thankfully started growing as a result of this satisfying humiliation. When I left the room I was walking much better now that I did not have to clench my ass so hard!

Since I had finished all the cleaning I sat down and began studying my class work. Escort Bağarası I could hear occasional laughing coming from the bedroom. I felt so deliciously humiliated being left out of their fun. As time went by I heard the bed creaking with plenty of grunts and moans. Suddenly I heard Glen call me.

When I walked into the room I was greeted by the site of all three of them naked on the bed. Glen was fucking the taller guy, who was on all four, in the ass! The shorter guy was lying under his friend and they were kissing with gusto.

Glen now said, “I am going to cum soon and when I do, I need for you to first clean my dick and then clean his dirty ass.” “Keep in mind that he did not did not get an enema like you did, so be ready for it!”

I replied, “Yes sir and curtsied.”

Soon Glen began grunting and with a few big thrusts he came deeply in the guy’s bowels. I waited, like a bitch in heat. My knees were on the carpeted floor and I was resting my upper body on the bed, getting a close look at the action. Glen hugged the guys back for a few second and pulled out. He immediately offered me his cock.

I looked at it closely and inhaled. There was only a very little bit of cum on the head. There was some fecal matter trapped in the crease behind the head where it meets with the shaft. I could easily smell the lube and fecal matter. I did not like thinking of it as shit.

I was scared and excited at the same time. All three of the guys were looking at me and the suspense built. I thought of running out but the shame was too great. Closing my eyes, I took Glens shaft into my mouth. Unfortunately I could not taste much semen on it. The sweet tasting lube was the dominant flavor. However it quickly disappeared for it came off easily.

I had to work on the shaft with my tongue in order to get the fecal matter off. I was disgusted with myself, and the humiliation burned deeply inside.

I could easily taste the fecal matter now. The small chunks were being dislodged. The fact that I had to work at it to clean them off intensified their flavor. Kind of like licking an ice cream cone, I thought. I was surprised that they tasted so bland. Nowhere near as bad as the their smell.

The guys started making a ruckus on the bed. The taller one yelled,”I can’t believe she just did that!”

The shorter one stated, “That is one sick bitch that you got serving us! I would never do something like that and I am usually the bottom.”

Glen answered, “I myself wasn’t sure she was going to do that.” I’m proud of her though. Now let’s see what she does with your ass!”

The taller guy went back to kissing his friend and moved his ass over to my face. The whole insides of the cheeks were coated in lube and I began the task of cleaning it up. I liked the Bağarası Escort Bayan taste of the lube least. Even though it was sweet in flavor it had a synthetic taste to it.

After the cheeks were cleaned I started licking the “shutter” with my pointed tongue. Glen sat down and ordered, “Get on with it! Suck it all out. I don’t want any of that mess dripping on my covers.”

At Glen’s orders I created a seal around this guy’s ass hole with my tongue and started sucking. Nothing came out, so I stuck my tongue inside and sucked hard after taking it out. I repeated the process and started getting some ass tasting cum.

The guy must have loved what I was doing because he started moaning and lifted himself up and away from the shorter guy that he had been kissing. He was now totally upright kneeling on his knees on the bed. I was kneeling on my knees on the floor with my elbows on the mattress. I now grabbed the guy by his hips and pulled his ass down a little bit onto my face. I could hear him fart in my mouth and the cum started bubbling and spraying out into my mouth.

This cum was very different from all the other loads I had ingested. It had a very earthy bitter taste to it. But yet, it did not revolt me. I swished it around in my mouth some and swallowed it down making a show of it. The guys were in awe and probably totally disgusted too.

The taller guy now said, “Wait, I got more!”

I resealed my lips to his shithole, working my tongue in and out while sucking hard. I was rewarded with a little additional slime – but then he came! I felt his ass clench and with it came a tiny turd! It was probably about the size of a marble. I debated whether to chew it or just swallow it down whole like a pill. Reason did not prevail and I crushed it between my molars! I was flooded by a bitter taste and almost gagged. It took all I had to calm my stomach and swallow.

When I had swallowed it down I could still taste it stuck in my teeth and gums. I tried to remove as much of the shit as possible with my tongue and swallow it down. My salvation was that the guy had spurted all over his friend’s stomach and chest. I went for it sucking it up off of his skin. This semen is what helped me get rid of the shitty taste that I had in my mouth. No pun intended!

I kept the knowledge of this turd to myself and felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction at having ingested it.

The room was quiet for a few moments and then Glen commanded, “Get out of here! You disgust me you filthy slut!”

As I got up and turned around, Glen kicked me in the ass. As perverse as it was it was just what I needed. It lodged the but plug further into my bowels causing the ribbon to pull on my cockhead. I knew that Glen did it in order to please my need for degradation. And degraded I was, so degraded that I let loose and came in my panties!

All three of them laughed as I left. Once again I slid my panties down over my garter straps and stockings in order to suck my cum out of the lacy material. I was content and wondered what else would unfold as the evening progressed.

To be continued . . .

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