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Every year at this time when the weather finally cools Mac thinks back to that night when Billy opened his mind and my bisexual ways. Although that first time will always be dear to Mac wished for another that was just as groundbreaking in its own way.

That all started innocent enough when Mac simply walked past my refrigerator, there attached with a magnet was an invitation to Billy’s Halloween party. Mac called out to his wife Mary.

Mac: “Honey, there’s an invite on the frig, do you want to go?”

Mary: “l would really like to Mac but if you don’t want to.”

Mac: “No, it’s fine and should be fun.”

His wife ran up to me a gave me a big kiss.

Mary: “I’m so glad because l really wanted to go, by the way, it’s a costume party.”

Mac thinks to himself how he wished she said that first as that would have changed his mind. Mac might have found his softer side but to all but one neighbor he is still (Mac, man of steel) But with his wife so excited he would rather go through with it than disappoint her.

A couple of days later Mac finds himself where it all started, mowing his backyard as Billy mows his. Billy flags him down.

Billy: ” I’m so happy you and Mary are coming this year, l began to think l would

have to tie you up and drag you over.”

Mac: “No, you won’t have to do that Billy. We will be there.”

Billy: “Okay but I’m going to keep the rope just in case.”

Mac didn’t feel good about himself as he knows he should have treated Billy better. Billy has been nothing but good to them, not to mention that special night they shared. But Mac of Steel has to put a proper face on even if he doesn’t want to.

Time flew as it seems to and the party was just a few days away. Mary had bugged him a hundred times to rent a costume because any party of Billy’s will be top-notch and some crap from Walmart wasn’t going to do.

So on the 30th of October on his way home from work, he stops at the Party Store and he can’t believe there are not hundreds to pick from. Between those few, they did have some he would never wear and others that didn’t fit he was left with a ridiculous dinosaur or a Cowboy, so saddle up.

It just so happens that when he arrived home Mary was trying on her costume.

Mac: “Oh my god honey, you look like Barbara Eden.” (l Dream of Jeanie)

Mary: “Ah, thank you, Honey. l think it’s sexy too.”

Mac always had a thing for Ms. Eden and he still found her sexy even to that day. So this was his best chance to get as close to her as he ever was going to. He took his wife and purposely calls her Jeanie.

Mac: “Oh Jeanie l have missed you all day.” Catching on to his meaning Mary replies.

Jeanie: “I’ve missed you too Master” and she rubbed up against Malatya Escort him.”

Mac is sold and starts taking his wife’s costume off as fast as he can. It’s hard to hear her warnings to be careful so as not to rip it. But somehow his wife is down to her G-string and the garment is unharmed. Mac kicks off his duds in record time.

Jeanie looks him over and then she crosses her arms in front of herself like on the show, she nods while saying. “Master, eat my pussy.” (bong!)

Mac picks her up and tosses her on the couch and begins to eat her pussy as if it was his last meal. His wife quickly cums but as she has the power over him. she folds her arms again.

Jeanie: “Master, now eat my ass.”

Duty-bound Mac attacks her ass with even more ferver, his tongue traces around her tiny pink hole over and over until his finally wiggles it inside. Jeanie begins to buck against his happy face, her furious fingers working her clitty bringing a second and even bigger orgasm. Then like stealing a kid’s candy from their hands she pulls away.

Jeanie: “Master would you like to Jeanie fuck in the ass?”

Mac: “Oh, yes Jeanie, please command me to.”

Jeanie: “No master, for that you must grant me three wishes.”

Mac: “Okay, anything! Tell me what you want!”

Jeanie: “No master, not yet but if you take my ass you must grant my wish no matter what it is. Or master will never again enjoy Jeanis’s pussy or ass again.”

Mac not expecting more than going out to dinner, dancing, and flowers. He quickly agreed to Jeanie’s terms. And with a fold of her arms and a nod of her head, their agreement is locked in stone.

Jeanie: “It is done, master my take my ass.” as she hands him the jar of lube.

And take it he does, rabbits around the world are envious of The Mac of Steel, his veined monster pumping deep in and out of his childhood crushes ass.

Finally, it’s Halloween, and Mac is running late, he runs into the house to find his wife ready and already impatient.

Mary: “The party started an hour ago, hurry up and get changed.”

Mac strips down takes a whore bath and jump into his Cowboy dudes, boots and all. The one advantage they had was that Billy’s house was right next door. Mac raps on the door and Billy answers it, Billy is wearing a costume very close to what his wife’s, just in a different color. The other six couples in the room has the same outfits less of their color. Mac being aware that Billy cross-dresses assumes these are the type of friends attending, just maybe that special night gave them extra privilege somehow.

Billy gives him a look up and down. “This simply won’t do, no, no, no.”

Mary: “Yeah Honey, didn’t you read the invite? It said it was Arabian Malatya Escort Bayan Nights.

Mac looks at his wife and he just knew she purposely let him get in this pickle. Yet set up again by her and Billy. Mad as he might seem his cock begins to swell from the fond memories that he was left with, the first time he was fucked by another man.

Billy: “l got it, don’t worry. I’ll be right back.” Moments later he comes back with yet another Jeanie outfit but this one in orange.

Mac: “Oh no, I’d rather go home.”

Mary looks at him, folds her arms, and nods “Wish number one, get into the outfit”

Mac: “Are you kidding me? Fuck that.” Mary draws close and whispers in his ear.

Mary: “you’re embarrassing us, all these people are dressed like that so what the fuck is wrong with you doing it? You know what l said about the wishes and if you didn’t obey? l fucking mean it, get in it or never get in me again!”

Mac: “Okay, okay, I’ll wear it, I’m sorry guys.”

Mac didn’t have to worry about getting into his new costume as those around him were more than happy to disrobe and redress him. (at least with the veil he didn’t have to wear make-up.) Mac’s cock was all but in full view, as he didn’t have the undergarments as the others did. But the others were either too kind or didn’t notice as none make a point about it.

But that changed quickly as Billy asks the crowd “how should we punish our misguided Cowboy?”

Their response is a mix of noise but it starts to take form and soon as one they all cry “Pole, Pole, Pole!” Billy goes to a nearby end table and brings out a pair of handcuffs. He drags Mac to the Stairs to locks Mac to the Newel Post.

Mac: “Oh no, not that, not me,” His wife looks him in the eyes with two of her fingers in the air. (the second wish made)

Now bound those same hands that dressed him now begin to undress him. And in less time than it took to put things on they were off again. leaving Mac naked before all there, less his veil.

One of the guests walks toward Mac, it’s obvious to Mac, it’s a male in a silky outfit, he is far taller than Mac and his shin is as black as coal. The mystery guest climbs the first three steps then he presents his big black cock to Mac.

Mac searches the room and he finds his wife with three of her fingers pointing to the ceiling. She makes her way toward Mac and whispers in his ear. “you won’t need this” and she removes his veil. Out Foxed by his wife Mac opens his mouth and invites that black snake into his warm cave. If truth was told Mac wanted that yummy cock maybe even more than his wife’s wishes. But placing it at her feet helps to hide his lust to do so.

All eyes are upon them as Mac gobbles down his Escort Malatya cock. Mac switches from suck8ng his cock to licking his big balls. And then cheers by all as the tall man blasts his load in Mac’s mouth. Mac savors the salty treat, his first taste of male cum other than his own.

A second guest similarly approached Mac, cock out and waiting. Mac’s eyes return to his wife, she has no fingers sticking up, just a shrug of her shoulders as if to say she’s out of wishes.

Mac turns back to that guy’s waiting cock and he wraps his lips around it, and soon he paid for his efforts with the second load of cum. Now as a third comes near he looks for his wife yet again, but she is gone, no longer in her spot. But then he sees her, she’s coming near and is wearing her strap-on.

She fucks her husband’s ass like she has many a time but now while he eats loads three, four, and five. Somewhere along the way there gets to a point where she’s exhausted she peels away and from a comfortable chair she calls out “ladies” and each shares Mary’s strap-on and her husband’s well-used ass. Mary watches her husband service every swinging cock in the room less one, Billy’s. Mary was joined by each guest watching until they all had finished with him.

At that point the party is breaking up, still bound Mac watches as each guest removes their veil to kiss Billy goodbye and thank him for the invite.

Mac watches with amazement, in his head that’s Carl and June down the street and then Sam and Shelly around the corner. one by one every couple proves to be neighbors reviling themselves. When all that is left is the three of them Billy turns to Mac.

Billy: “did you think l do all those favors for nothing? Silly boy.”

Billy frees Mac’s hands and asks Mac “how are you going to show your thanks.”

Mac looks at his wife, she comes close and takes the handcuffs locking Billy to the post-Mac was just freed from. She looks at Mac and confirms “You like ass right?” Then she locks Billy to the same post.

Mac takes ahold of Billy’s narrow ass spreads his cheeks and begins to tongue his manhole. Billy is in seventh heaven having such a manly man use him in such a way. Then he fucks Billy hard and fast leaving Billy’s ass dripping his cum, matching the puddle Billy left himself from the butt fucking he had waited such a long time for.

Mary also found new heights at the site of using and seeing others use her husband that way. She also was dripping from nectar having worked her pussy the whole time Mac had his way with Billy.

Mary: “You’re our bitch whore now Billy, come to our house at six o’clock tomorrow morning and bring my strap-on with you.

Billy: “Yes Mistress”

They leave and make their way home, they jump in the shower to wash their sin away. Yet with both smiling as thoughts remain.

Mac: “Honey, can l have one more wish?”

Mary: “Sure Babe, you were fantastic, and a good sport.”

Mac: “Great, can we go back next year?”

Mary folds her arms before her and nods, wish granted.

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Bill showed up at his business around 11 A.M. Saturday morning. He reflected on the previous day when his ass had been fucked raw. It was still very sore but Bill expected this. He had Larry coming in for his 1 P.M. appointment, and was afraid of losing all of his self control providing sexual thrills to a male client he had not known very long.

He remembered his first time with Jason. Jason had seduced Bill, and had given him a very good blowjob. Less than 10 minutes later, Bill was sucking Jason’s dick eagerly. It was the first time Bill blew a man.

Why not flirt with Larry? Maybe massage his ass with warm oil? Knead his cheeks, and work his hands inside his thighs, getting him to spread his legs a little more. Turn Larry on, and suggest he turn over and lay on his back. Bill could use his massage skills to arouse Bill’s cock to the bursting point. If Bill resisted, he would tell Larry he had no sex for a while (huge white lie) and wanted to jack Bill’s dick so he could have a nice orgasm to add to his private appointments.

Bill took his cock out, and played with it. This queer sex had overwhelmed his mind with desires. Taboo, craven sex. His sex drive had never been this high in the past.

Bill closed his eyes and caressed his balls. Maybe, he thought, I can suck Larry’s dick in another hour or two.

Jill awoke before Larry. She rubbed her eyes, and laid still watching her husband’s face. She felt refreshed and felt extremely happy. Monday night was going to be a huge day for the couple. Larry had not said a word about her admission she had blown a man, and did not tell him his name. Her pussy tingled as her mind saw her kneel submissively blowing a man with her wedding ring on. She felt like a slutty whore had been freed from her jail cell.

Jill loved this feeling. This man would fuck her in front of Larry, and Jill welcomed the feeling of another man’s cock filling her pussy with lust. She was very proud of her body, and for good reason. She wanted to act like she was 25 years old not 39. And Larry and her were swingers now. She loved her sleeping husband. She would let him sleep a little longer. He had a massage appointment with Bill this afternoon.

Larry had told Jill that women also went to Thompson’s massage parlor. He mentioned how nice Sandy was, and had extended a friendly invitation to make an appointment with her. She closed her eyes and remembered a sexy afternoon she had spent with a childhood friend. A redhead named Tanya. This was a few years after Jill had married Larry. Tanya’s husband had left her and the two met to have lunch and talk at Tanya’s apartment.

Tanya was a lustful girl, and the two women in their early twenties talked about the things they had done since graduation from the same high school. Tanya had known Larry, and was not shy about asking Jill if he was good in bed. Jill smiled at Tanya’s twinkling eyes.

“Larry’s great in bed. He has a nice cock and knows how to use it.”

“Do you guys fuck a lot Jill?”

“Yes. I’m so sorry for you Tanya, that your marriage fell apart. Your so sexy, you could get any guy you want.”

Tanya blushed. She knew this was true. She wore tight denim shorts that displayed her curves, and a nice set of tits that strained the confines of her white blouse.

“Thanks Jill. It’s been some time since I had sex. I’ve learned to love my own body, and get myself off without a man.”

This admission led to a torrid conversation about how each of the women touched themselves sexually. How they masturbated, and where they did it. They shared some intimate details that aroused both girl friends. Tanya left Jill at her kitchen table and went to the small bar in the dining room to get a bottle of red wine.

She returned and the two quickly downed three glasses of burgundy colored wine.

“Let me show you something Jill” Tanya got up and went to her bedroom. Beneath her pillow she grabbed a very realistic vibrator, about 6 inches long and veiny. The head of the toy was cut just like a man’s cock.

She was going to rush back to Jill, but the booze had loosened her up, and she took off her blouse and shed her tight shorts. Her nipples were taut, and the red hair on her pussy was shaved neatly into a landing strip about 3 inches long.

Jill looked up in shock as her now naked friend gleefully displayed her amazing body. Tanya kissed the head of the vibrator and laughed. “This is the best man I know Jill. He does what I want.”

Jill’s eyes were riveted on Tanya’s tits and fiery red pussy. She was a fox, and she knew it. “Your so pretty Tanya.”

Tanya’s eyes betrayed her frustration and loneliness. “So are you Jill.”

The two drank the rest of the wine in their glasses. Both felt a nice buzz.

“Hey Jill, it feels good to be naked. Want to do a show and tell? Your body looks terrific.”

Without a thought, Jill stood up and stripped provocatively for her nude friend. She was proud of her body, and felt wicked by showing her breasts and pussy Manisa Escort to Tanya. The two giggled, and each had a tall glass of warm red wine.

Ten minutes later they sat on the couch very close to each other. They stimulated each other’s nipples, and briefly kissed each other on their lips. Tanya spread her legs, and turned on the vibrator which hummed on its low setting. She ran it over her clit and gasped after a few seconds of contact.

“oh fuck does that feel nice Jill”. Does my pussy look hot?”

Jill was very wet herself. She too opened her legs wider to match Tanya’s boldness.

Tanya noticed a glaze in Jill’s sexy eyes. “I’m really turned on – you have a smoking hot body Tanya. Do you put that vibrator up you pussy?”

“Yes, it feels great. Have you ever used one?”

Jill said no. This was years ago before her sex drive ran wild.

Tanya slid the toy into her pussy. Her eyes closed with zeal. She reached for Jill’s hand and placed it on the end of the humming dick. “fuck me with this Jill. Make me cum please?”

Jill offered no resistance. After what seemed like a long time, Tanya’s legs shook and she squirmed with brief orgasms. Jill was excited seeing her friend cum, and leaned forward to kiss her. This kiss was much longer that the one they had shared earlier.

“mmmm, yes rub it on my clit Jill, this feels so good.”

Jill began tormenting Tanya’s clit. Using some pressure pressing down on it, then releasing the cock and barely touching the tip of her clitoris. After a minute or two, Tanya experienced a toe curling orgasm. She trembled, and moaned loudly.

She reached down and removed the vibrator from Jill’s helping hand. She turned it off, and put a couple of inches of a very wet fake dick in her mouth, and sucked the juices off of it. Jill had never seen something as sexy between two women in her life.

Tanya smiled at her. ” Lay down on the couch Jill and spread your legs wide. I’m gonna give you some afternoon delight. I want to see you and hear you cum. This is naughty.”

Jill was extremely aroused and comfortable with her old friend. “ohhh oh my god” she hissed as Tanya agitated her clit. Jill felt pleasurable tremors. “oh fuck, put it up my pussy Tanya.”

Jill opened her eyes and decided to go get a shower before she woke Larry up. When she closed the shower curtain, she touched her sex dreamily, to those images of being with another woman. Two fingers were in her pussy when the first skimming orgasm hit her.

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Larry parked his truck in front of the massage parlor. Bill was at the door and waved for him to come in. No other clients were there.

“Hi Larry, your looking well. How do your shoulders and back feel since our last session?”

“You have magic hands Bill. I’ve felt pain free most of the past week.”

“Great, I always like to help my clients.”

Bill led Larry into the room with the plush massage table. Soft rock played on the radio that was relaxing to this atmosphere.

“Say Larry, would you mind stripping naked for this session? It makes it easier for me to put pressure on those muscles you can’t see. I’ve got some warm oil that you might like. It feels great on your skin.”

“Sure Bill, no problem. I’d like to try that warm oil too.”

There was no hesitation in Larry’s answer to Bill. That excited Bill. Maybe, just maybe, Bill could seduce Larry sexually. Play with his ass, have him turn over and give him a blow job. Bill’s cock started to harden.

Larry took off his shirt, and let his pants fall to the floor. His dick hung heavy between his legs and he smiled at Bill.

“Don’t wear underwear on days I’m not working Bill.”

Bill smiled, his eyes riveted on Larry’s attractive penis. Larry did not mind at all. He felt good showing another man his cock.

“Do we get started Bill?”

“Oh, yeah, excuse me. I did not expect to see such comfort in a new client. Sorry I was staring at your… cock Larry. It looks really nice.” Bill blushed nervously. He was scared with all the possibilities of problems for him and his business. He was going to risk it all which made no sense. Bill was thinking with his dick.

Larry got on the table and laid on his stomach. To Bills pleasant surprise, Larry’s legs were spread fairly wide. He could see the bottom of Larry’s balls and was immediately excited. Hopeful. Bill had cock lust, and he was determined to suck Larry off on that table.

Bill bought the bowl of warm oil to the table. He dipped his fingers in it and brushed it all over both of his hands. The heat felt great to Larry. His shoulders were worked on first. “How’s that feel Larry? Do you like this?”

“yeah, it feels great. I’m glad you suggested this. Feels even better than the last massage.”

Bill’s lustful eyes were fixated on Larry’s ass. Ever so slowly, he kneaded the oil into Larry’s skin, and was now down to the base of his spine. Not far from Larry’s Manisa Escort Bayan ass crack. Larry silently wondered if Bill had a big cock. The thought started to pump blood into Larry’s cock. He shifted his body, raising up a little bit to allow his cock to grow. Bill’s heart was jumping out of his chest.

There was a sexual tension hanging in the room. Larry’s groans of pleasure. Both men had bulging erections, though neither could see this yet. When Bill’s finger painted the oil down Larry’s ass crack he didn’t use just his fingertip. He gently pressed down and there was no mistaking the liberty Bill had just taken.

“ohh fuck, that feels nice. Can you do that again Bill. Please?”

“Absolutely Larry. This will feel even better if you let me rub some oil on your anal ring. I’m not trying to do something dirty, but most men are not used to being touched there. I like it done to me, and some of my client’s ask me to do it when they know they can trust me.”

The honesty struck Larry. He liked Bill. And he gently said “I trust you Bill. Do that to me OK? I want to experience how that feels.”

Bill’s cock was tenting his sweat pants. His meat was rigid. Larry lost himself in the pleasure oh having his anus teased with such tenderness in Bill’s finger. Bill lavished attention of his ass crack, moving so slowly no one could mistake this as a non-sexual act.

“aww… ooh… Bill… this feels so good. I’m… excited. Bill’s ears and eyes jumped at those words, and Larry spread his legs much wider. His balls were on display. Round. Enticing. Firm.

“I’m so glad your enjoying this Larry. That you trust me makes me feel great.”

Bill soaked one hand in the oil, and gently lathered Larry’s balls with smooth erotic tenderness. He breathing was raspy. So was Larry’s.

“oh man that feels fuckin great Bill. I’m, I’m really turned on. I’m not ashamed to admit it.”

“So and I Larry. I’m very hot and bothered. Have you ever had a man please you sexually Larry. Like what I’m doing now is great, but imagine what it might feel like if I ask you to lie on your back and show me that big cock. I’d love to see it Larry.”

Larry did not waste time. He rolled on to his back, and the oil seeped into the soft white sheets. His swollen cock delighted Bill’s eyes. This had been so much easier than he had feared. He was going to feed himself soon.

Larry was shocked as the size of Bill’s hidden erection It was not far away from his hand. He looked into Bill’s glazed eyes, and reached for his dick. It stuck out in his sweat pants and looked very sexy. Larry’s hand touched Bill’s sex organ, and he slid his fingers up and down his shaft. Very lightly. It must be 7 inches long Larry thought.

“oh fuck yes.. ” Bill whispered

Larry’s voice was husky. He looked into Bill’s eyes. “Please take all your clothes off Bill. I’ve never been naked with another man. This is so hot.”

Bill’s oiled hands gripped Larry’s cock and sent tremors of pleasure through all those nerves in the head of his dick, all the down to his cum laden balls.

“FUCK… FUCK Yesss, oh Bill stroke me, let me play with your cock too.”

The men were now totally naked. At ease with each other. Larry’s lack of experience thrilled Bill. Not only did this gamble turn out to be a spectacular risk, but Bill truly loved cock now and Larry’s was impressive.

The warm dick filled Larry’s right hand. It felt so strong. Bill had a really good looking dick. Larry played with the head, and saw Bill pick up a dry towel and clean off Larry’s erection. He saw Bill lower his body, and his mouth was only inches away from his bulbous cock head. His mouth felt dry. Bill’s lips kissed Larry’s dick. About five or six times. He wet his lips and slid a few inches of Larry’s cock in his mouth and sucked lightly.

“oh fuck yes… suck my cock Bill… feels so good, uwwllll the way you lick the head, oh my God.” Larry began pumping his meat into Bill’s mouth. He stuffed it full of fuck bone, and stroked Bill’s dick faster.

The room was electric. Bill reluctantly stopped blowing Larry. He moved up closer to Larry’s head. A pearly drop of pre-cum was hypnotic to Larry’s eyes. His hand moved to spread this liquid all over Bill’s purplish colored crown.

“uh huh, oh Larry that’s so nice. Does my dick look sexy to you Larry?”

“god yes, it’s beautiful.”

“Do you want to put this in your mouth Larry?

“yes, I want that very much.”

“Will you kiss it and lick it like I did to yours?”

“let me, I really need this.”

Bill whispered to Larry “is this the first time you sucked a man’s dick Larry.”

“yes, yes, I want to give you a blow job Bill. I want to make you cum in my mouth. I’ve dreamed about doing this for a long time. He raised his upper body to lay on his side. The two men were overwhelmed with lust. Lust for cock. Dirty men doing things to each other’s dicks. Eagerly. Joyfully.

“I’m going to watch you suck me off Larry. Escort Manisa Your going to love this. I do. After I give you your first load of cum, you will be hooked. Trust me. No one can know we gave each other a blow job. We can do this a lot for each other. Now suck my cock.”

Larry felt bolts of lurid happiness as he tenderly sucked on the smooth soft penis head, and the hardness of a manly cock entered his mouth deeply. He blew Bill and then felt Bill’s hips move towards his mouth, and could feel his prick poised at the entrance to Larry’s throat. His spittle coated Bill’s meat, and he fought back a gag reflex. His eyes teared up a little bit. He felt elation. It seemed so natural to give a guy a blow job. Larry’s first taste was wonderful. He felt the thick white cream flood into his mouth as Bill groaned aloud.

Larry was able to swallow the whole load. The most unique drink in the world was now in his stomach. It was as addictive as anything else in this world. Larry loved every drop.

Bill let Larry lie on the table with his arms and legs spread as wide as they could. He gave Larry a torrid blow job, his dick burst semen up his long shaft and Bill sucked it hard, never let up until Larry’s dick started to go limp. Larry struggled to breath, and saw Bill approaching his face. Bill’s oral cavity was filled with Larry’s sperm. Larry naturally open his mouth to kiss Bill. He shared Larry’s own load with him. A thank you without words being spoken.

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Jason and Eric were having a good time at the gay bar. It was early afternoon, less than 10 men were there. They made small talk as they downed their beers. Jason was very attracted to Eric. Eric was forceful, and he loved to fuck.

Jason ordered another round.

“It’s going down pretty good Eric. Cold beer tastes good.”

“Sure does my friend. We’ve really hit it off well. I’m glad we met.”

“Same her Eric. Want to go to my place later? We can get buzzed and maybe watch some hot gay porn.”

“Great idea Jason. Say, you have any vids where the bottom’s looking right into the camera as the top gives him a royal fucking?”

This caused Jason’s heart to racing.

“um, I’m not sure. But I have that long mirror on the back of my bedroom door. We could move the bed over, and both of us can see us fucking. That would be hot.”

Eric grinned and took a long drink of his beer.

“Saturday night’s for fucking.”

“I got some good weed this week. Powerful stuff. We can smoke naked and play with each other to warm up for the main event.”

It was about 3 P.M. now. Both men were startled at seeing Bill walk into the bar. He looked very excited

“You quit work early boss?” asked Jason.

“Yeah, I did. Nice to see you again Eric.” Bill kissed both men briefly, and ordered straight bourbon on the rocks. His hands were shaking.

“what’s going on boss? You OK?”

Bill downed half of his drink. “things couldn’t be better. I saw a new client at one o’clock. I had a feeling about this guy, and was terrified at making a pass at him, but was so horny I took a huge risk.”

Jason and Eric grinned at each other.

Bill drank the rest of his drink and ordered a round for the three of them. Jason spoke.

“I took a risk with you Bill the night I picked you up right here. That turned out to be very good for both of us. Eric’s joined the fun too. What happened?”

Bill calmed himself and told the two men every detail of his seduction of Larry. Both listened intently as Bill’s happy tale of turning a straight man left him in a state of state of incredulous joy.

“Guys, when Larry sucked my cock I was in the zone. Of all the bad things that could have happened nothing went wrong. I see him again next Saturday afternoon. This is all between us, I promised him I would not tell anyone what we did.”

Eric grinned. “Too good to keep a secret, huh Bill?”

“It is. Jason turned me. I turned Bill. And Eric’s fucked half the men he’s met.”

They all laughed and continued talking and drinking. Bill was invited to join the evenings partying at Jason’s place. He jumped at the chance.

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Jill had been moving boxes of winter clothes into the basement. She was sweating and Samuel had just come downstairs, so he helped her move the boxes. Samuel could not help but to admire his mother’s hot ass as the two worked. His friends always commented about how good his mother looked.

When they were done Jill offered to cook Sam some breakfast.

“Sure Mom, thanks”

He sat at the kitchen table as Jill bent over to get a skillet. Sam’s mind went to an evil place. If only she was not his mother..”

“Cheese and bacon omelette OK hon?”

“Sure. You make the best omelet’s.”

Jill’s mind wondered how Larry’s massage was going. It really did seem to alleviate his pains. Tomorrow would be a day of sexual rest for both of them. Jill had arranged their first MMF encounter, and it made her pussy start to tingle. Monday night was going to be fantastic for the couple. Both would fulfill long time desires, and both were equally willing to allow the other free rein to indulge in sharing sex with another man.

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I gasped as he entered me. There had been little preparation. He wasn’t large, but it still was a chore to stretch to his insistent need.

“Hold. Hold, Grant. Take it. Open up. Yes. Good boy.” I gripped the far edges of the small conference table I was bent over in Ronald Dunston’s office in the San Francisco Symphony Hall, my cheek plastered to the mahogany surface of the table, the conductor’s fist pressed into the small of my back, I panted and groaned, as the sheathed shaft moved in and out, in and out.

“You do it. Fuck yourself. Ah, yes, very nice. Beautiful boy.” He held steady as I began to move my pelvis, moving back into the hard cock inside me and then forward, pulling away from it and then fully sheathing it. He wasn’t thick, but he was long. He wasn’t young and he wasn’t trim. But he was the maestro, which was the only thing that counted. Nothing else mattered here other than that he was the maestro and wanted servicing from me.

His heavy underbelly was pressed to the small of my back where his hand had been when he penetrated me, and one of his hands had moved to grasp the back of my neck, holding my head down on the surface of the table. I didn’t even begin to think of him as an old, overweight man. He was the maestro. The other hand went around my thigh and he was fondling my balls and stroking my cock as I moved back and forth, back and forth, on the engorged shaft.

Ronald hummed and I moaned, screwing in harmony.

I was here at Dunston’s sufferance. I played the cello. To be able to do so in a San Francisco Symphony concert was a step up for me. The chance to do so was why I let Ronald Dunston fuck me. He was no prize looks or age wise, but he was a maestro, one of a few conductors permitted to take on concerts with this symphony and in this hall. We’d met by chance somewhere or other–I forget precisely where and when. But I hadn’t forgotten what he did, putting concerts together and conducting them. I let him fuck me. This is San Francisco. It was a gay city. I let a lot of men fuck me. I had a good reason to let him cover me–a better reason for why I let most men screw me.

Dunston was a concert conductor and I played the cello. He was conducting a concert here, the symphony backing some vocal soloist from Europe, and he was down a cello player. So, here I was, belly to tabletop, Dunston’s dick inside me, and me moving my ass back and forth on it, screwing myself on his shaft, showing gratitude for being given the concert gig. No big deal. This was San Francisco. Giving it up in a fuck was a renewable resource once you’d lost your virginity. And, with me, that was long gone.

I heard a sound, the creak of Dunston’s office door, I thought, and I turned my head in that direction. The door had been shut; now it was slightly ajar. I had the sensation that someone was there–tall, bulky, a flash of reddish-blond hair. I instinctively moved, pushing up, having the notion to roll away and off the table. But Dunston muttered, “No, you don’t. Hold still. You’re in it now,” and grasped the back of my neck, turning my head away from the door, toward the window, and holding my head to the surface of the table. He hadn’t heard anything. When I had a chance to turn my head back, the door was closed. I was so nervous to be doing it in the symphony hall, here in Dunston’s office, that I decided I’d imagined being seen.

I came onto the carpet under the conference table to Dunston’s stroking hand, not making any effort to hold off and prolong the fuck. He was filling and stretching me, but not in a challenging way. I was able to get hard for him myself and to come off because I liked being screwed and, though he was no prize in body, he was a towering figure in my world. It was a thrill to be screwed by the man with the baton in a music concert I was playing my cello in. I took my music very seriously. And I took dicks churning in my ass where I could get them.

Soon after I came, he was pulling out of me, I heard the slither of the condom being jerked off, and he came on my butt cheeks. He stepped away from me, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter were being lifted from the table from in front of my face, my cheek still pressed to the table top, and he moved to the window overlooking Van Ness Avenue. I lay there for a few minutes, pulling myself back together, regularizing my breathing, my hand going to my cock to pick up on the stroking, aware I had been fucked but not to full satisfaction. My T-shirt was off my torso and heaped up beside me on the table. My jeans and briefs were down around my ankles. It had been a “quick into position” fuck. Nothing romantic.

I watched Dunston lounging in the window frame, backed from the late-morning light streaming in from the San Francisco crisp early spring sunshine. His trousers and briefs were off, puddled at my feet. His billowy white linen shirt was unbuttoned and flared open. In profile, I could see the bulge of his stomach. He was handing his still half-hard cock and stroking it, indicating that he hadn’t been completely satisfied either. I discerned that we weren’t finished. Denizli Escort That was the pattern with him. The first time would be quick, not completely satisfying for either of us. If he could get it up again, there would be a second, longer fuck. The satisfaction with the second fuck was what would keep him asking me to lie down for him.

The other hand held his now-lit cigarette. The hand was dancing in the window frame between puffs. He looked lost in thought, and I realized that he was running through his conducting of the piece we had been working on in the concert hall that morning. He was lost in his music. I’d seen this before between fucks. They were useful for him, these sessions. They gave rise to him going through the music in his mind. I was grateful for that. Sex with him didn’t do that for me, unfortunately, although perhaps I should work to get to that level with him. Perhaps I needed to see getting off with him as freeing musical creativity. Perhaps I just didn’t understand that musical release was a higher pleasure for him–and perhaps it could be for me too–to just getting a load fired off.

Luckily, I could get off on the mere desire to do so. The man inside me didn’t need to be a dreamboat.

He turned and looked at me, still bent over the table, and smiled. He was in erection again, such as it was. He moved to the desk, where there was an ashtray and stubbed his cigarette out. He picked up a condom packet, split it, and crowned himself, turning toward me so that, still cheek to table top, but my head turned to the interior of the room, I was watching him slowly roll it on, knowing that, within minutes, it would be inside me again. It was almost a sensual move, even if his body wasn’t arousing. I whimpered. “Yes, please. Please do me again.”

Then he was behind me again, hands grasping my hips, and he mounted me, penetrated me, stretched my channel, and fucked me again. I felt it more now–more stretch, more slide, more friction, more caressing of channel walls, which responded, rippling over the hard, moving shaft. This time he was fucking me; I wasn’t using his cock to fuck myself. He was humming as he stroked. I recognized the tune, a section of the score we’d been practicing earlier that morning, and the music entered and resonated through my brain.

This fuck was better–a whole lot better.

Afterward, he slapped me affectionately on the rump as he pulled away from me, lit up another cigarette, and returned to the window frame. I knew he’d gotten more satisfaction this time. So had I.

“You can use the bathroom over there to clean up,” he said. “There’s a washcloth in there you can use. I suppose you’ll want to find a lunch somewhere before we start the practice again. Please be circumspect in leaving here.”

And when I came back from the bathroom, cleaned up and dressed, he was still standing in the window frame, just in his open shirt, the tail of which came almost down to his knees. Again, his stomach bulged out from the shirt as did his cock, now flaccid, not now being stroked–apparently satisfied, for now. He was using both hands, including the one holding the cigarette, in conducting an imaginary symphony through a piece of music. He was humming, so I knew the passage he was conducting in the air was from the concert we were practicing. He seemed to be in heaven. As far as he was concerned, I wasn’t even there–perhaps I never had been.

I silently went to the door, assuming Dunston was in another world altogether–one that I would have loved to share in. It was now that I was able to think of him as a lover rather than just someone far more important that I was who could help me with my ambitions–if he chose to and if I gave him what he wanted from me. But he knew I was there at the door.

“Don’t forget that the rehearsal resumes at 4:00. I kept track of you this morning. You fit in very well with the symphony. There may be a place for you here.” He then turned toward me, giving me a pointed look. “It isn’t all because you are a beautiful boy and give me good fuck. You are a promising young musician. I would not put my cock in you if you didn’t have promise.”

I felt a warm glow surge through my body. “Mr. Dunston. Maestro–“

“Go on, have your lunch. It will be a long day. An evening rehearsal too, with the soloist. I think I’ll want you to do me a favor after this afternoon’s rehearsal.”

Yes, of course you will, I thought. But what I said was, “Thank you, sir,” and then I left him, returning to his world, his hands dancing in the light that was streaming into the window. He was already half way through his mental practice of the piece.

* * * *

The first thing I noticed about Armando wasn’t that he was drop dead gorgeous. I was that he was weaving around on Larkin Street, pulling a suitcase behind him and shaking a cellphone near his ear like he was a drunken man. And it was a good thing I was zeroed in on him too, because at the corner of Larkin and Eddy, he stepped out into oncoming traffic, and I had to grab him from behind and pull Denizli Escort Bayan him back to safety.

“Che diavolo?!–What the hell?!” he declared, and that’s when I knew he was Italian. I knew enough about Italian to figure out he was surprised and just now snapping back into where he was. He also was gorgeous–dark and sultry… tall, trim, and obviously fit, with wavy black hair, sexy five-o’clock shadow, sensual smile, and flashing dark eyes, his expression changing from surprise, annoyance, and confusion to an interested smile. I took him in just like that, in an instance, immediately aching for him sexually. But then I realized I had been assessing him as I walked behind him as he was weaving up to the intersection. He had buns to die for.

“Questo cazzo di telefono. È mort,” he exclaimed, and then when he realized he was speaking in Italian while standing at an intersection in San Francisco, in the United States, he gave me a wan smile and said, “Sorry. This fucking phone has gone dead and I was using it to find my hotel.” His English was just fine. How nice for us lazy Americans that most of the rest of the world makes an effort to learn our language.

I laughed. “You were walking off the curb into oncoming traffic.”

“Siamo spiacenti–Sorry,” he said, “Thanks for saving me.” His smile was fuller now. He was a god and I ached for him.

I couldn’t let him just walk away. “Come, there’s a café over here,” I said. “Let’s have a coffee and I’ll see if we can sort this out together.” When he hesitated, I lifted the laptop bag I was carrying, having left the symphony hall at lunchtime intending to do some work in the computer before going back, and added. “I have a recharger in here. We can get your cellphone going again while we have a coffee.”

“Buono Molto buono. Yes, very good, thanks. We sit and I regather.”

I led him over to an outdoor café on Larkin Street and introduced myself as we sat. He positioned his suitcase on the other side of where we sat next to each other, looking out onto the street, and I opened my laptop bag and brought out my recharger. He flashed me a glorious smile as he hooked up his cellphone.

“I’m Grant,” I said. “Grant James.” I wanted to add, and you’re gorgeous, but I didn’t. I’m sure the look I gave him conveyed that. The look I got back was open and seemed interested. Could I hope he was gay–and a top–I wondered. That was normally a stretch, of course, but had a good chance of being right here in San Francisco, especially since his initial reaction seemed to be to check me over just as I was drinking him in. He was dressed both sensually and expensively. Well-cut designer jeans with a white silky shirt, open several buttons down, showing a gold medallion on a chain nestled between hard, olive-complexioned pecs, with swirls of curly black chest hair.

A waiter appeared, giving the young Italian the same look of longing I knew I had, and took our coffee orders. “I am Armando. Armando Rizzo,” he said. “I am from Italy.”

“Yes, I gathered that,” I said, with a smile. He smiled back. “New to San Francisco?”

“Pardon?” he asked.

“Nuovo? Un turista?–New? New to San Francisco? A tourist?” I asked.

“Ah, you speak Italian then?”

“No, not really. Sorry.”

“No matter,” Armando said. “New here, yes. Just for a few days. I am here on business.”

I didn’t pursue what business that would be. The coffees had arrived and his cellphone was charged. “Look. Your phone is recharged. You can make that call now. But maybe I can help you. Where were you going? What were you looking for?” I gave a little laugh then. I knew that what I wanted him to be looking for was me.

I nearly melted when his response was as if he read my mind. “Maybe I was looking for a salvatore–what do you say, a savior?” He gave me a meaningful look but then continued. “What my phone was trying to tell me, though, is where my hotel was–where I had been booked.”

“What hotel?” I asked. I was trembling because he’d touched my knee with the fingers of one hand and hadn’t taken them away. He had been speaking with his hands as much as his voice since we’d met, which I took to be an Italian trait. I rather hoped it was more intimate than that, though.

“The Phoenix Hotel,” he said. “I was told it was something special–swinging, I think they said.”

I laughed. “We don’t need your phone to find it. You were standing in front of it when you walked off the curb into traffic. It’s right there–across the street. And, yes, it’s a special place. A motel, really, but straight out of the 1950s. The décor is rock and roll. It’s quite unique.” My assessment that he might be a player deepened. Whoever had booked his hotel had been thinking in the vein of swinger–like they knew he was a player and would enjoy that connection.

“I hope I really am booked there. I don’t know what I’ll do if I’m not. I’ll have to look through my papers to see who to contact here if there is no hotel booking.”

“I’m sure they will help you at the hotel reception desk if there’s Escort Denizli a problem.” It was a gay-friendly hotel. The receptionist more than likely would be gay. This man was drop dead gorgeous. I know he’d get all of the help they could give him.

“You have been so disponibile–so helpful,” he said, his hand moving from my knee to my forearm, causing the hairs on my arm there to electrify and making me have to put myself in check not to moan. “Perhaps you could come across and stand with me until I know I’m in the right place. I may not have remembered the hotel right.”

“Of course,” I said. I would have followed him anywhere. He wasn’t just touching my forearm; he was stroking it. He was checking out my preferences and availability. I gave him a look meant to tell him I was his, if he wanted me.

I would gladly remain in his presence for as long as possible. I did as he asked–I would do anything he asked of me at that point. I was a hopeless submissive. He could be as dominating as he wanted to be. And, standing there a bit away from the desk as the receptionist, slightly hippy looking in coordination with the hotel’s décor and as gaga mesmerized as I was by Armando, I heard that, “Yes, of course, Mr. Rizzo, the hotel has your booking.” Even from where I was standing, watching Armando give a clerk a dazzling smile, I could sense the clerk wanting to add, “and you can have anything else from me you want, Mr. Gorgeous.”

I felt exactly the same way.

As we stood there, another guy, big, muscular, a redhead who registered in my brain as familiar for some inexplicable reason, came into the office and went into the snack area next to the reception desk. He smiled at me in passing, and the renewed sensation that I’d seen him somewhere before gave me a second jolt of familiarity, but I couldn’t place him. He was a hunk, his smile was one of interest I often received here in San Francisco, where men freely showed their preferences. I had a flash of arousal, but then I turned my attention back to Armando, talking with the reception clerk. I had something going there, I hoped. I couldn’t be imagining an encounter with two guys at the same time. When I looked back at the snack area, the burly redhead was gone.

His key in hand, Armando turned to me, letting me share in the dazzling smile. “There’s a snack shop right here and I see they have beer. I’ve wanted to try out one of these Coors beers you have here in the States. Would you like to join me in one to celebrating everything working out well?” He already was pulling two beers from the glass-fronted refrigerated case.

“Yes, that would be very nice,” I said. “We could take it out to the pool area.”

Almost as if he wasn’t listening to me, though, he continued. “It was wonderful that we met by chance like that. I hope I’m not being too presumendo–how you say, presuming–but would you like to come to my room with me?”

Yes, I melted on the spot. This conversation hadn’t been about beer.

* * * *

The Phoenix was a former two-story motel, with all of the rooms, each with a large picture window, opening off open walkways overlooking the central pool area. When we got to Armando’s room, which was on the second floor, he put his suitcase on a luggage rack beside the door and zipped it open. Lying on the top of his clothes was a long, thick, curved, black rubber dildo, with two plump balls on the base. I knew he’d opened that as he did so I’d see the dildo. I did what I could not to react other than to show him I’d seen it.

“Vuoi andartene?–I’m sorry, how you say? You wish to leave?” He looked down at the dildo and then up at me. He smiled and touched the dildo with his fingers. More accurately, he caressed the dildo as he smiled at me.

“No, I’ll stay.”

I had gone to stand at the picture window overlooking the pool area, and Armando walked over to me. I handed him one of the cans of beer and we stood there, facing each other in front of the window. He smiled at me and I smiled back. He took the can of beer out of my hand and put both it and his can on the table between us in front of the window. Still holding my eyes with his, he pulled on the curtain cord and the curtain closed over the window, although it wouldn’t close all of the way.

“We do this in private, no?” he asked.

“However you want to do it,” I said, giving him the “yes” he was searching for.

His hand went, first to where his fingers traced the curve of my cheek from upper ear lobe to the corner of my mouth.

“Do you have any idea what that could be?”

“Whatever,” I answered. “Hard, rough, whatever.”

He brushed a finger against my lips and I opened my mouth to take his thumb in and to suck on it lightly. The hand moved to the back of my neck and he pulled our faces together. He lightly kissed me on the lips, and then more hungrily. His other hand snaked under the rim of my T-shirt and up my bare torso to palm my left pec. The top three buttons of his shirt already were open. He reached up and unbuttoned the two below that. The palm of my hand rested on his hard, lightly hirsute lower belly. His other hand moved between the waistline of my jeans and the skin of my lower belly, sliding lower. I grimaced as fingers traced my engorging half hard and then closed on my balls–but I held steady to his touch. He squeezed my balls and I jerked, but held.

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Young Jim left the Midwest to become a Star in Hollywood, a tale of so many and so very few ever make it at all, let alone make it big. But yet another casting call finds him in line at six in the morning, a chili morning at that.

While in line he meets Dad, his story mirrors Jim’s for the most part Dan has been at it far longer. He has been rewarded with a few background roles and even spoke in a couple of commercials. But far from the Star, he dreamt of being.

The two strike up a conversation which if nothing else seems to make the time go faster. Finally the doors open and one by one the hundred or so possibilities step up. One by one they’re meat to the four onlookers, then told to go to the left or right.

It seemed like a good mix and when Jim’s name is called Dan is quick with good luck. Jim is told to stand off to the right, and then Dan joins him following the directions given. One of the four executioners calls out, “All on the left thank you, better luck next time. Fifty hearts died that moment and fifty more found new heights.

A second round finds the boys on the left this time, they had little hope left. that was until the change and this time the right side was excused. Now it was far easier to count heads and that count stood at twenty-four and both guys within them.

Many were to change places yet not the two new friends, Jim looked to Dan for information but even Dan had not seen such a thing. To add more confusion they were now being called in two at a time. Dan offers he has heard of this, one of the two advances and the other sent home.

As it became their turn they wish the other luck as surely one of their hopes will surely be crushed. They are lead down a long hall and into a small room, both boys recognize the short fat man as one of the four judging them but neither of them know who is is. That mystery ends when he announced he was the Director of the movie they’re hoping for a part. He adds that it isn’t a large Malatya Escort scale film and it only pays Scale. This means nothing to both boys as they were not expecting more.

Fat man: Now the good news, we are looking for two to Star in this film and l like you two.

The boys are thrilled and have no way to contain it, jumping around and down to thanking the fake plant in the corner. It took that long for the director to gain their attention once again.

Fat man: “Settle down boys, I’m not done nor have l given you the parts yet.”

The boys are now cold sober as they listen in.

Fat man: “Okay Boys, l like what I see in both of you, there’s great chemistry there and that’s what l need for my staring leads. My movie is about two guys which are both Gay, so there’s kissing. The sex we can fake but you have to be okay with kissing each other.”

Jim: (looking at Dan) “I’m not fucking Gay dude!”

Dan: (Pushes Jim on the chest) “Well I’m not Gay either, fucker.”

Fat man: “Boys, boy’s, I don’t care if you’re Gay or not. But if you won’t kiss we are done here. So what is it, kiss or done?”

The boys huddle off to the side “l need this dude”… “so do l, but man. Shit, what are we going to do?” The Fat man grabs their attention one more time.

Fat man: “Look I’m heading out for a couple of weeks, I’m going to pick two more guys and l will let my assistant work with all four of you. l want you two but if you can’t get past this, you’re SOL that’s Shit out if luck. I’ll see you in two weeks, Now get out if here.”

The woman outside the director’s office gave the boys direction to another room, the office of his assistant. The other two hopefuls were already there. She gave them the time and were to return in the morning. As Jim and Dan made their way out they had words of the situation.

Jim: “Dude, those guys are Gay, we don’t stand a chance, fuck!”

Dan: “Come on, the director likes us. Don’t Malatya Escort Bayan give up yet, l need this.”

Jim: “Yeah, we’re actors right so we act as Gay and no more.”

Dan: “Right on, we got this. Catch you in the morning.”

The next morning they met back up, the other two guys were their also.

Dan: “Fuck dude, they’re already kissing.”

Jim: “Maybe we should practice too.”

Dan: “Really? Fuck it, kiss me.” (The two kiss like they would their grandma, the one they don’t like.)

Jim: “We’re fucked.”

Dan: “Pretty much.”

The four are brought in and ran through the paces. at the end of the day the assistant asks them to hang on, she waits until the other two leaves and set the boys right.”

Assistant: “look if it was up to me l would fire you right here and now. But my boss sees something in you which I don’t. But if you guys can’t kiss better there is no way even he is giving you the role, fit it, or don’t come back.”

The boys decide to go to Jim’s apartment to figure things out, they thought maybe some beers might help. (Liquid courage as they say)

They tried a few more time all ending in badly. Since they were buzzed Dan was going to spend the night and in the morning they would figure out if the keep trying or to just give up.

Laying down but neither asleep yet Dan looks over at Jim, he is obviously masturbating. His first reaction is to say what the fuck dude, but as he was horny also he chose to join in. Doing so he found himself wanting Jim as he strokes away, and maybe with too much enthusiasm as Jim turns to see Dan jacking away.

But his reaction was not to have one as he kept pace all along. Now with eyes on the other Jim breaks the moans filling the room.

Jim: “Do you think we should?”

Dan: “I’m up for it if you are”

Then Dan came over to Jim and lowered his head to Jim’s member.

Jim: “What the fuck Dude! l was talking about practicing Escort Malatya our kissing!”

There were an awkward few seconds then Jim added to what he had to say.

Jim: “l mean if you’re willing, l would be okay with you sucking my dick. l mean l would like it if you’re still willing.”

Dan has no response, instead, he wraps his mouth around Jim’s cock and goes for it. Jim gives his moans of approval which only feeds Dan to do more and try harder.

Dan: “Stop, stop. l want to try yours but l know if l cum I’ll chicken out.

With that Dan starts in on him, gobbling up his cock.

Dan: “fuck dude l got it real big, how about you fuck me with it? You know for the Part we’re after.”

Jim: “Fuck, l was thinking the same thing. l got some lube, hang on.”

By the time Jim scrambled to find the lube Dan was on all fours and waiting. Dan was counting the seconds until that cold lube hit his hot ass. A very pleasant surprise when it was Jim’s warm tongue that attacked his manhole first. Dan’s stroking of his cock while being tongue fuck only made him want Jim’s cock even more.

Dan: “Come on and fuck me, l want your cock inside of me, now!”

Sometimes wishes are granted and in a few heartbeats, Dan’s was.

Dan: “Fuck that feels so good, like you’re coming out of my dick.”

Jim: “l know, this is great. l want you to fuck me too”

Dan: “Cool, just as soon as you cum in my ass. Hurry, l want to feel you, fill my ass!”

Jim: “oh, fuck, I’m going to cum!”

With that Jim slammed Dan’s ass hard for a few more times before exploding inside of him. Dan didn’t hesitate, grabbing the lube and coating his back door.

Dan: “come on, I’m ready.”

Jim strokes his cock back to life “okay, I’m ready now” and with that, he goes balls deep in Dan’s ass. It was a short but sweet ordeal and now the two buddies lay side by side catching their breath. With the movie the last thing on their mind they kiss nevertheless and kept on until the Sandman took them away.

Needless to say, they crushed it the very next day and got the part. That was after the assistant saying how amazed they came after just one day. Jim: “Were actors, it what we do, pretend. Right, Dan?”

Dan: “You bet your sweet ass.”

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I woke on Saturday morning tired but still feeling the afterglow of the previous night. I was so happy coach had decided not to kick me out of the club. The burden of worry over the last few days had washed away. It felt like a weight had been lifted. Not only that. I was literally floating, buoyant, high from what had happened, causing a strong erection. I vowed to myself never to lie to him again. I didn’t have long to fantasise. I needed to get ready for work.

As I walked I thought about Phillip and how he would be with me that day. I was a little worried he’d ask me about coach, but I wouldn’t tell him anything, even if it upset him. If he did, I would remind him that he’d told me he didn’t want to know. I hoped he wouldn’t ask.

When I arrived at work, Phillip was his usual self and was only interested if I’d been kicked out of club or not. When I told him I hadn’t he seemed genuinely happy for me. He didn’t push me for any other information. He remained a man of his word and even after the previous evening, I still saw him as the man who had awakened my sexuality.

As the day passed I occasionally thought about both Phillip and coach. They weren’t at all alike. Almost polar opposite from one another. I was glad I could experience their differences. They both excited me immensely, but for very different reasons. I actually felt very lucky to be in that situation. I was learning so much so quickly, from both of them.

Later, Phillip told me he had an event to attend that evening and was sorry we couldn’t meet after the shop closed. I tried to stay upbeat when he told me, but inside I was disappointed. He did, however, ask if I could get there on Sunday after swimming as he needed a hand with a delivery he was expecting. I found it a bit unusual that he was taking in stock on a Sunday, but told him it was fine, saying I should be there between Midday and 1pm.

“1pm is fine David,” he told me.

The rest of the day went by like any other Saturday. I always hoped Phillip would surprise me with something during a shift. He never did, but it didn’t deter me from fantasising. I fantasised a lot now. Sex was rarely far from my thoughts.

I went straight home after work, slightly deflated that I couldn’t be with Phillip, but at least my mother was happy to spend a Saturday evening with me.

I shaved and showered before going to bed. It had become almost routine now but never failed to inspire an erection. I loved the feeling of being freshly shaved. As I dried myself, it reminded me that I was now doing this not only for Phillip, but for coach too.

I wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror and looked at my reflection. I tried to put myself in their shoes. I wondered what they both saw in me. I had a decent body I guess. Swimming kept me fit. I never thought of myself as being good looking, but they obviously saw something they liked. I didn’t dwell on it.

I got onto my bed and lay uncovered, gently stroking my erection, running my hands over my body. I remembered what Phillip had said about my nipples. When I touched them I could feel how hard they were. He was right. They were thick and long for a man. I began to play with them as my mind drifted into thoughts about coach and the way his cock had looked in the cockstrap.

I pinched and pulled my nipples as I thought about what we had done. The way he kissed me. The feeling of his girth in my mouth. The surprise when I felt his glans swell in my throat. The way his big round buttocks looked in those shorts and his confession of dressing up for me, the way he had when he would go out looking for men. The thought was such a turn on.

I continued to pinch my nipples. Harder now as I began to create a fantasy. I wondered what he meant when he said he’d dressed ever more extremely. What did that mean? I hoped I would find out. He’d described me as a cockwatcher and it brought back the memory of his bulge in those shorts, then his jockstrap. Just looking at it had felt like foreplay and I realised I could probably bring myself to orgasm by just ogling it. I wondered if it was a fetish. Did people fetishize bulges?

I imagined him dressed in his jockstrap and a tight matching black vest top in a club. Leaning back against the bar on his elbows as men strolled by while he flaunted his large package. Watching them, watching him.

I thought about myself being there as one of the men who had spotted him. Then approaching him after he had turned down yet another man he didn’t fancy. Then I imagined him taking my hand and leading me to the toilets where he leaned against a sink and let me pull his jockstrap down to suck him off as men came and went. Men standing there watching me gag on him while they stood at the urinals, wishing it was them Bodrum Escort on their knees.

I had ejaculated hands free with Phillip and almost with coach, but never on my own. It happened then as I pinched my nipples and that image of me in the toilets with coach. My chest and stomach covered in my own cum. Some had even reached my chin. As I came down from my climax I was shocked by my own thoughts. I couldn’t understand where they were coming from.

Maybe I was abnormal. Maybe everyone had thoughts and fantasies that they were shocked by.

Sunday I arrived at swimming club. I knew I needed to be careful, but I felt almost proud when the others saw my fully shaved body. I could see them looking when they thought I wasn’t aware. Lewis still hadn’t been brave enough to do it though, but he looked at me more than the others. I was certain he did. I wondered if he was just intrigued. Fortunately, I managed to control myself.

Coach acted completely professionally. I made a effort not to look at his cock throughout the whole morning. He was obviously making a similar effort because he didn’t once look or talk to me in any way other than as my coach. I stayed in the shower longer than the others. I think I was hoping he’d come back in once the others had left and I got an erection. It wasn’t planned and I knew it was a risk, but I was confident I was alone. I stayed a little longer though, just in case.

Before I walked back into the changing area, I peeked around the shower wall. Nobody was there. I’d hoped to see coach. I grabbed my towel and walked out drying my hair, still erect. As I reached my locker and dropped my towel on the bench, the door opened and Lewis came in. He was already talking to me about meeting up later that day. I didn’t have time to pick my towel up and hide myself. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me. I froze as he stared at my cock, then flushed instantly. He continued to talk about meeting up later I think, although I couldn’t be sure, before telling me he’d call me later. Then he was gone.

Oh God! I didn’t know what to do. I quickly got dressed. I hoped he wouldn’t say anything, but I knew Lewis too well. He was just too cocky. There was no way he wouldn’t say something to me later.

I put the thought of that out of my mind. I’d worry about it when it happened. There was no point dwelling on it now.

As I walked to work I thought about coach. I hoped he wanted more than what we’d done. The way he had been at training was nothing out of the ordinary, but inside I wished he’d given me a sign. Maybe ask me to stay behind to chat or throw me a look while the others weren’t looking. I felt differently about him than I did Phillip. I realised I might actually fancy him, the way I did women. I wasn’t sure if that surprised me or not.

With Phillip it was purely sexual. I liked him, but I didn’t fancy him. I did like his cock and he definitely turned me on. He understood me too. At least he understood my fetish for exhibitionism. He probably knew there were more. More than I knew myself. Discipline for one. He was the only person who did understand me in that way. With him I knew I could explore though. With him there were no complications.

I got to work just before 1pm. I saw a large box van parked in front of the shop. The doors were locked but I could see Phillip inside chatting to the owner of the van. It was Mr Ali. I banged on door and Phillip came over to let me in. There were a number of boxes of stock just inside and he asked me to move them to the stockroom after I’d dropped my sports bag upstairs.

When I came back down to the shop he told me to let him know when I’d finished and he went upstairs with Mr Ali.

Nothing seemed unusual. I knew Mr Ali a little bit. He was one of the suppliers. I’d seen him twice, maybe 3 times. He was a short man of Indian heritage. He was probably about 5’4″ or 5’5″ tall, with a large stomach. Most would say fat. He was certainly overweight. I guessed him to be somewhere between 50 and 60 years old, but it was hard to tell. He was always dressed similarly to Phillip. Shirt and trousers, but unlike Phillip, he never wore a tie. He also always looked like he hadn’t shaved for a few days, the stubble thick and dark. He had very little hair on his head, just some at the sides and the back.

He always wore his shirt open at the collar by 2 or 3 buttons and it was obvious he was very hairy. There was a thick black mop of chest hair that stopped where the stubble began on his neck. I have to say that, whilst he was always pleasant, he was not an attractive man. Much like Phillip really. Not that it mattered, it was just an observation I’d made when I first saw him. As I say he was pleasant enough and I always responded to him in the same way.

I went about moving the boxes. I thought briefly again about my accident with Lewis earlier and the possible repercussions. I’d have to think up a story, an explanation.

I finished the task in less than half an hour Bodrum Escort Bayan and headed upstairs to let Phillip know. He was seated behind his desk doing some paperwork. I looked to see if it was my file. It wasn’t. There was no sign of Mr Ali and assumed he had left, although I hadn’t noticed him go. Maybe he’d used the back door. I’d been so wrapped up with moving the stock and thinking about what to tell Lewis. It was entirely possible I hadn’t seen him leave.

I told Phillip I was finished and asked him if there was anything else he needed me to do.

“Not really David,” he replied. “But I hoped we could spend some time together this afternoon. Do you have to be home for any reason?”

I told him I was expecting to see Lewis later but was free for a couple of hours or so. I was so pleased. We’d had no fun that week so far and I’d expected I’d have to wait until the following week. My cock was already hard.

“Good,” he said. “I’ve missed you this week.” I replied by telling him I’d missed him too. He smiled. “Would you like to call me Mr Chambers?” he asked. That was a change and it took me by surprise that he asked, rather than told me to. I liked it.

“If you don’t want to it’s fine David,” he continued. “We can chat. I just had the thought this week that you should have the choice. So whichever you choose, I’ll be happy.”

He never ceased to surprise me and I liked that he was giving me the choice. I knew what I wanted today though.

“Thank you Mr Chambers,” I said in reply.

“Strip” he said. I immediately did what he asked. I was desperate to be on show. I folded my clothes, placing them on the chair and watched him take my file from one of the desk drawers. I took up the display position.

He opened the file and made a note before looking up at my erection, causing me to begin to leak.

“We’ve explored a lot since I caught you stealing David,” he told me. “You’re a very sexual young man and I feel fortunate you seem happy to share that with me.” I wasn’t sure if he expected me to respond but told him I felt fortunate too. My erection began to throb.

“I think about you a lot and the things I’d like us to do together,” he continued. “But I never want you to feel pushed into anything or feel obligated to do what I ask.” I nodded telling him I also thought about him too, but didn’t quite understand why he was saying this.

“You do realise you can say no to me if you feel you need to don’t you?” he asked. I nodded and told him I understood.

He went to tell me how important trust was, especially in the kind of relationship we had. I wasn’t sure where he was going with this. I assumed he was worried that he was feeling he couldn’t trust me. So I told him he could trust me and that I would never consider betraying him. I explained how special he was to me and that I considered him as a friend as well as my employer. He was someone I trusted implicitly and I wouldn’t be able to do the things we did if I didn’t.

I was genuinely worried I’d done something wrong and asked him. I still maintained the display position and still had an erection, but I was concerned.

He told me not to worry and that nothing was wrong. He just wanted to confirm everything and that I still trusted him.

I was getting desperate for some action by then to be honest. The whole reason I liked Phillip so much was that it was purely sexual. That’s what I needed from him, be it as Phillip or as Mr Chambers. At that moment I was feeling frustrated standing there with my cock rock hard. This conversation was more like a Phillip one than a Mr Chambers one and I’d chosen Mr Chambers.

I couldn’t let it carry on and told him. It wasn’t like me to be so forward, I knew that, but I knew I should be honest.

“Maybe I shouldn’t say this,” I began. “I asked for you to be Mr Chambers. I trust you in either role, but when I want Mr Chambers I need you to dominate me. I need humiliating. I need to feel like a fucking object. I need to be exposed and ogled. I need to be spanked, belted or whatever you choose. I need to feel I have no choice even though I know I do. I just need you be Mr Chambers rather than Phillip.”

I think it shocked him. I think I shocked myself to be honest. I blushed deeply when I’d finished. I thought about apologising but I didn’t get the opportunity.

He stood up and calmly told me to move to stand in front of the sofa. I did so, adopting the display position.

He walked over and stood in front of me. “That was quite an outburst David,” he said. I started to speak. “Shut up,” he ordered firmly, but still calmly. “You’ll speak when you’re told to.”

This was more like it. This was what I expected. This was what I wanted.

He moved away and left the room. Fuck, I was rock hard again. I wondered where he’d gone. Probably his bedroom. Maybe to get something to punish me with. I began to fantasise when I heard him coming back. I stayed facing the sofa. My cock was leaking again.

He Escort Bodrum walked in front of me and then stood to my side. I didn’t notice anything in his hands.

I felt movement and then watched in complete shock as Mr Ali walked in front of me to sit on the sofa.

My face flushed instantly. He sat down and watched as I felt my erection dancing in front of him. I actually felt as if I was about to pass out. My head filled to bursting with blood, rushing so fast I could feel the top of my head thumping in time to my heartbeat.

“You remember Mr Ali, David,” Phillip said. I couldn’t hear him. All I could hear was the whooshing sound of my own blood. He asked me again.

“Yes Mr Chambers,” I finally answered, stunned.

Then I heard him talking to me. It was just background noise to the pounding in my ears. I realised he was repeating what I’d just been saying to Mr Ali. I saw Mr Ali moving his mouth as he spoke to Phillip but I had no idea what he saying. His eyes kept drifting from mine, then to my erection, then back again. Almost pointedly making sure I knew what he was looking at. My cock responded by rolling my foreskin back.

“We’re waiting David,” Phillip told me. I looked at him. I wondered what they were waiting for and he saw the question in my expression. He smiled “Tell Mr Ali what you are.”

This was the headspace I wanted to be in but I hadn’t expected it to be in front of Mr Ali. I was still trying to process the situation. “Well?” Phillip questioned.

I could feel the burning heat in my face. “I’m a dirty show off cocksucker,” I said. Mr Ali’s eyes unblinking as I spoke the words.

Phillip turned me around by my waist, bent forward slightly to enable him to reach around and grip my right buttock with his left hand, his right hand gripped my left cheek and he pulled them apart. Now showing Mr Ali my anus.

Oh my fucking God! I could feel Mr Ali’s breath there. Right there on my anus!

This can’t be happening! Surely this is a dream. Phillips hands pulled me wider. So wide it felt as if Mr Ali’s breath was penetrating me.

More words. “You did just tell me that this was what you wanted,” Phillip was speaking. “Is this humiliating enough for you David?” he continued “Is this enough exposure for you?” The words weren’t said harshly. They were calm, almost teasing. “Perhaps I should ask Mr Ali if he’d like to sniff your arsehole,” he told me. “Would that be humiliating enough for you?”

Jesus, my head was gone. It felt like I was urinating precum now.

Phillip let my cheeks go and straightened up. Then turned me sideways so I was facing him. He was smiling gently. Looking me right in my eyes “Shall we show Mr Ali what a dirty show off cocksucker you are David?” he asked me. He waited for me to respond. I just stared at him blankly. “Do you want to suck my cock David?” he asked me. I nodded my head. “And do you want Mr Ali to watch?”

I understood then why he’d been talking about trust and me having the option to say no. Now it finally sunk in.

He asked me again “Are you happy for Mr Ali to watch?” I nodded my head. I couldn’t speak. He placed his hands on my shoulders and gently guided me to my knees. He unzipped his trousers and reached inside, before pulling out his beautiful thick cock and large hairy balls.

“Let’s show Mr Ali how good you are a worshipping a cock David,” he said as I drank in the familiar heavy, musky scent of his genitals.

For the next 30 minutes I did my best to replicate the routine I’d performed previously. At times I forgot I was being watched, but Phillip seemed to sense when I did. Sometimes using a hand to turn my face towards Mr Ali. Other times, telliing me to look at him, making sure that whenever he did, my mouth was stuffed full of his cock.

Mr Ali said nothing, but his eyes told me everything as he looked on intently. Watching me choke. Watching me gag as tears streamed my cheeks. Sometimes leaning forward so close that I could feel his breath on my face.

I could have said no to this. I could have said I didn’t want Mr Ali there. The reality is that I was pleased he was. Pleased isn’t probably the correct word for the overwhelming humiliation I was feeling at that moment. Every time I looked at him, my shame was driven deeper. Every time our eyes locked as I choked, my degradation was amplified. Even more so because he could see that I was enjoying it. I could see the recognition in his gaze.

I knew when Phiilip was about to cum. I knew the signs well enough by then. He turned my head slightly towards Mr Ali as he jammed his cock into my throat. My eyes were transfixed on him as I felt the first flow of spunk. God, the feeling was so deeply intense knowing Mr Ali was now witnessing me trying to gulp down the cum that he knew was pumping into my mouth and throat.

My humiliation was further enhanced as I kept my eyes fixed on Mr Ali whilst I cleaned Phillip’s cock. I could have looked away, but I didn’t. It was deeply degrading to watch him watching me, as I slurped and slathered on the cock in my mouth. At the same time I knew just how much I enjoyed it. Suddenly, I wasn’t doing this for Phillip, I was doing it for Mr Ali. At that moment, I really was a dirty show off cocksucker and it was enough to trigger my own orgasm.

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This is a part of an ongoing story line “Redemption”. It’s best read in context to the series.

2013

Talk about one hell of an awkward start! I opened the door to find a very typical looking, middle aged woman standing the front porch of my home. Her name was Marcy. Or at least I think that was her name. It’s been so long ago now, that I’ve forgotten, so let’s just call her Marcy.

I just stood there and hesitated with a languishing sense of angst. You know that overwhelming feeling you get when you realize that you’re about to do something incredibly stupid. Not that screwing my office secretary on my desk in a church office was not a peak of stupidity that I had already climbed. I was about to invite this stranger standing at my door, into my home for a photo shoot.

Somehow that strange website featuring models had captured my imagination to the point that I couldn’t get the thought out of my brain. I had searched thorough my files and didn’t find even one photo of a human that could constitute a submission of my work to be accepted as a member of their site. So I took another leap of stupidity from the mountain peak of sleeping with my office secretary to a new and even higher mountain of stupidity.

A week earlier I had posted a craigslist advert, searching for a woman who would let me photograph her in the nude. Dozens of replies to the post came quickly. Most were so far out that I deleted them without response. I wasn’t interested in shooting a sixty year old guy who thought he was a woman and wanted a vanity shoot in lingerie. That seemed to me to be a whole other mountain range of stupidity that I wasn’t willing to climb.

I had all but given up hope of anything coming of it when I got a reply from Mandy. Or Marcy, or whatever her name was.

“Okay, so are we going to do this here or inside?” She asked.

“What?”

“Are you going to invite me in or did you change your mind?” She said tilting her head at the angle of inquiry.

“Oh, yeah. Ah, come on in.” I replied as I realized I was just standing there in the doorway, lost in the chaos of my thoughts.

She moved past me and walked through the entry hall into the main living room. Her soft brunette hair was just touching her shoulders and looked like she had worked diligently on her hair to prepare for the shoot.

As she turned to me I took a good look at her. Her makeup was spot on as well, telling me that she came wanting to do this and wasn’t going to need being talked into it. She was about 5’5″, not a perfect model shape but she certainly was attractive.

“I like what you’ve done with the place.” She said as she took off her jacket and threw it over the back of a dining room chair.

“Yes, it…” I started to reply but realized she was being a bit sarcastic. The house was actually all but empty, giving it a feeling of having an echo. A few chairs and a small table were all that rattled around in the open floor plan home we had lived in for all the years we had lived in the area. They were the sole pieces of furniture for a living room, family room, kitchen and dining room area.

“Easy there.” She replied with a bit of a smirk seeing my awkward mental state. “Just relax. New rental? Just moving here?”

“Well, we’re in the process of moving away. My wife and kids have already relocated and I’m just closing out things here.” I replied.

“So while wifie is away, you decided to play?” She asked.

“Well, yeah. I guess if I wanna be honest.” I replied. “I’ve been shooting for a while and decided I wanted to try shooting people….”

“So, let me guess. I’m your first.” She said interrupting my stammering.

“Is it that obvious?” I replied, taking a deep breath, trying to relax.

“It was easier than you’d think.” She shot back.

Somehow I already liked her. The banter was fun and she had this mild sarcastic streak that gripped me.

“So where are we going with this?” She asked.

“Well, I was wanting some shots for the sake of learning how to work with a live model.” I replied.

She started laughing. Just a mild laugh and it seemed pretty genuine. “No, I mean where are we going to shoot, hon.” She said between giggles.

“Oh, yeah… “

“Good, god, this is your first time, isn’t it.” She said in all but an amused mutter. But I could tell she was just having some fun with my awkwardness.

“Okay, well, we’re going to the lower floor bedroom.” I said as I headed toward the stairs.

She followed while offering, “Lead the way. But if you turn out to be a craigslist rapist and killer, let me warn you. I bite back.”

I paused between the second and third step down the stairs as I let her comment sink in. Of course I was catching on to her quick wit so I just kept going.

We passed through the family room space which led to a bedroom that was totally empty except for a bed. I had been using this spare bedroom during the transition as a place to crash. To say it was a bed would be a bit gracious. It was just a box spring and mattress set on a cheap Beylikdüzü Escort steel frame. A crude and simple lighting set was already in place and ready to shoot. My camera gear was off to one side in the corner ready to grab and begin.

“I’ll let you get ready.” I stated, ready to leave and let her disrobe in privacy. But as I turned around, she was already stripping down. Her shirt was off and tossed just outside the door and she was tugging at her pants when I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, just the loose fitting shirt she had tossed and a loose pair of slacks.

“Oh, well. I guess you’re ready.” I said fumbling with my equipment. I was doing everything I could to not keep my focus on her breasts that were swaying as she bent forward to slide her pants off.

“Yeah. If you’re new to this, you’ll find out that women who want nude photos of themselves don’t want bra and panty marks on their skin in the pics.” She said, folding her pants and tossing them next to her shirt. It was probably apparent that I was surprised by her nudity under the street clothes.

“So you do this a lot?” I asked, trying not to look down at her body. Yet my peripheral vision had already kicked in and I could see a lovely, well trimmed tuft of hair between her legs. It was just enough to let you know she was an adult, but not enough to say she didn’t prepare to be seen nude.

“Not as much as I’d like.” She said calmly while standing completely nude in front of me.

I took my camera from the bag as she slid up on the bed. She gripped her breasts and rotated her shoulders, loosening up. Turning to watch her, I couldn’t help it. I stopped and just looked at her, kneeling naked in my bed.

“You like?” She said playfully. She let go of the grip she had covering her breasts and held her hands out, displaying her body to me. She was somewhat fair skinned. No tan lines, but in this part of the world that’s probably normal. Her breasts were a good, full and well shaped C cup and her nipples were tight, firm buttons.

I wasn’t sure how to respond. “Well, to be honest, yes. Is it okay to say that?” I replied.

“Absolutely.” She replied with clear resolution. “You can compliment a girl you’re shooting with. Just don’t get vulgar.”

I raised my camera and started to take some sample shots, getting settings and looking at the display screen.

“Ah, you might want to turn on the lights.” She grinned.

“Oh. God,…” I said moving over to flick the switches on the inexpensive soft box lights I had set up.

The room was now filled with light and every detail of her nude body was exposed to me. She was lovely. Not a gorgeous, airbrushed model from a magazine. Just a lovely, normal woman who had clearly worked diligently to keep herself in shape.

We began shooting. Clicking as she moved from pose to pose. We chatted about life, family, places we had lived, how we got to the city where we were now, etc. She had moved here with her husband after he finished a tour of duty in the Navy. I told her that I moved here with my job and was being transferred. But I conveniently left out that I was a minister at a well known church in town and now moving on as an administrator for the denomination.

During a brief interlude of shooting, I just had to ask. “So why do you do this?”

She wavered for a moment and then sat up on her knees with her hands gripping her thighs. “I guess I do it because I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. Some women I’ve known who do the nude modeling thing do it only for money. They’ll let you look and take pictures as long as their getting paid. Others like me do it simply because it’s a turn on and we get paid to get turned on. Not exactly a bad deal. Some just enjoy the perversion. Guess that includes me too. That’s why I don’t really care about getting paid. I mean, for one thing, I don’t need money. God, my husband is a lawyer and retired JAG officer. We don’t need it as a source of income or anything.”

She paused and shot me another sarcastic expression, “But you are going to pay me, right?”

“Oh, yeah. Just as we agreed by email.” I said stumbling over my thoughts.

“That’s good.” She laughed. “Just pocket money for going out with the girls.”

“So how often do you shoot?” I asked.

“Once or twice a month. Not as often as I’d like. I mean,… come on, who would book me to be nude now anyway? I’m well past my prime.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You look great.” I chimed in quickly. Probably too quickly.

“Flattery is nice, but seriously. There are hundreds of girls you can shoot with who are younger and tighter.” She said as she lifted her torso upward, kneeling on the bed and rubbed her hand across her belly.

I watched admiringly as she fell back into her former position. Sitting down on the bed next to her, I put my camera in my lap and used it as a learning opportunity. Curiosity about people has always been a part of my nature. I wanted to know more about this and was discovering a whole world of people Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan who toyed with nude photography; models to shoot and people who enjoy shooting them.

“So you do this primarily for the thrill of it?” I asked.

“And the sex hon!” She said, startling me with her directness. “Let’s be honest. At my age, it’s a kick to have a guy looking at me and wanting me. I shoot with a guy and he gets pictures as well as a thrill. I enjoy it too. I get to be the center of the world for a few hours.” She waved her hand at that, pointing out the lights. Daylight was gone and now the fixed soft boxes made the center of this bed look like a stage.

“So it’s a sexual thrill for you?” I asked.

“Isn’t it for you?” She asked right back.

“Well, I have to tell you truthfully, it is.” I said to the naked woman in my bed.

“You didn’t have to tell me. You’ve been taking pictures with a hard on for the past half hour.” She grinned.

“Okay, Okay. Yes. It’s a sexual thrill.” I admitted, suddenly conscious of my arousal enough to shift the camera in my lap to cover it up.

“It’s okay hon. Let’s do a few more.” She said, moving back into shooting mode.

Another half-hour of shooting passed. Things got spicy. I moved closer and captured images of her body from a closer vantage point. Macro images along her torso, the curve of her waist and hips, the peak of her nipple, all tightly framed and close up.

As I stood up and started flicking through images in the preview screen to see what I had captured, she rested on the bed and took a sip on a bottled water I had ready for her.

“I think I have several good shots here that I can use for what I need.” I said.

“And to think.” She replied as she put the bottle back down on the floor next to the bed. She moved back to the center of the lighting before continuing. “You haven’t even done anything with this.”

She shuffled her head and shoulders to settle into the pillows more deeply and kicked the covers away, leaving her completely naked on the bed in front of me. Slowly she let her legs fall open, giving me an unencumbered view of her most intimate parts. She watched for my reaction as she slid her hand between her legs and began a gentle massaging motion. Her hips arched a bit upward, giving me a wonderful view of her.

I stood at the foot of the bed watching speechlessly as she arched her hands, letting her fingertips graze across the folds of her labia. She closed her eyes and began pleasuring herself right in front of me.

With her ring finger and pointer finger she opened her labia. I could see the wetness glisten under the bright lights that burned down on her. Her middle finger gently slid up and down, then expertly began a circular motion on the tip of her clit. Her breathing intensified. Breathlessly she whispered. “Shoot this.”

Fumbling for a moment, I moved into a stance by her side, letting one light at the foot of the bed shine between her legs. I put one knee on the bed next to her and focused my camera on the sensual display in front of me.

The moment I began clicking pictures, it seemed she became more aroused. Her hips rocked as she pleasured herself and her breathing became more erratic. She rotated her hips from time to time, returning to the gentle up and down motion after a moment or two.

Pausing for the sound of my camera clicking, she used her fingers to pose her labia for me. Her fingers spread her gently open and with her middle finger she drew the hood of her clit upward, exposing the most amazing ballbearing sized clit. It was round, defined and I could almost sense it was throbbing.

I paused, taking the camera away from my face and found myself sitting closer to her, intently watching her masturbate below me. She continued even after I set the camera down between her legs. I hovered over her hips as she continued the gorgeous performance.

It barely registered in my brain that as she was nearing orgasm, her hand was sliding up my leg and had found the bulge in my pants. The sensation of her gripping my cock as she continued was richly satisfying.

Her hand fumbled at my waistband, clearly signaling to me that she wanted me to lower my pants. I tugged at the button of my waistline while not missing a moment of the show below me.

She tugged at my pants with one hand and pleasured herself with the other as I struggled to free myself of my lower clothing. With one final kick I threw my pants and underwear to the floor by one foot, leaving me naked from the hips down.

Kneeling again next to her, my balls hung freely between my legs and my now fully aroused cock pointed at her hip. She quickly reached between my legs from behind me and gripped my cock, pulling me closer.

The warmth of her hand on my cock was astounding as I leaned forward now. I was on all fours next to her and I put my right hand on the other side of her so that my head was directly over the gorgeous display of her pleasuring herself. I watched intently, Escort Beylikdüzü studying her movements, learning what kind of touch a woman desired. Apparently I’ve been doing it wrong for my entire life which proves that men don’t know anything about the mysteries of a woman’s anatomy.

She groaned with pleasure as she began gripping my cock as it hung freely. As her orgasm struck she gripped my cock so firmly that I thought for a moment she was going to rip it off. Yet it was somehow deeply erotic to feel her wanton expression of pleasure.

The skin of her thighs vibrated with the waves of pleasure. I had never seen a woman climax under such direct light in such an open display. It was completely amazing to watch.

Her movements slowed and I could hear her breathing deeply as if spent by the experience. Her hand slid away from her center as I watched the beauty of her open labia just inches from my face. The pungent aroma of her orgasm was now registering to my conscious thought. Her grip on my cock had not released, but who was I to complain. I could sense her movements. Her now free hand was rubbing at her face and sliding through her hair. Yet her grip had not released.

I started to lift up from my position as I realized how strange it was that I was suspended over her crotch. Part of me couldn’t wait for her to leave so I could jack off and pop the pressure that had built up in my body.

“Where the hell are you going?” She asked as I started to shift. “That was only one.” Suddenly her hand that was now free from caring for her own needs was on the back of my head, shoving me down until my face made contact with her thighs.

I felt the urge to ask permission but then realized her hand on the back of my skull, pushing my face into her, was all the permission I really needed. I took the first lick of her spread labia and I heard the rush of air as she gasped. The taste of her sent me into overload.

She pulled at my leg and I willingly accepted the invitation. Straddling over her face I could hear her mumble. “There’s nothing as satisfying as an oral orgasm while sucking a cock.”

That was the final straw. The walls of apprehension and tightly bound sexual repression were crumbling as I started digging my tongue into her. She apparently approved as I felt the warmth of her mouth envelope my cock, gorging on me. Her hands had gripped around my ass cheeks and were gripping me firmly, pulling my hips down into her face.

I realized it was turning her on to the place the her hips were now grinding into my face, begging for my tongue to pleasure her. Her grip on my hips now pulled me in and slid to the center of my back. I pressed myself onto her, letting my weight rest on her body. It seemed to trigger something in her as she started wildly pleasuring my cock and just as wildly grinding her hips.

I could sense that I was about to climax and I tried to lift off her face rather than cum in her mouth. But she gripped me even more tightly. I was so worked up that a gentle nudge was all it took to climax. Shifting my hips and upward then thrusting down into her mouth again, I exploded. That act of a simple thrust was all the nudge I needed to experience a mind-blowing orgasm.

My climax was all she needed. A nano-second later she let loose with a shuddering climax ramming her hips up into my face with little regard for how firmly she struck. A rush of warmth struck my face as she suddenly became twice as wet as she had been while licking at her.

We both pulsated with the waves of pleasure as the experience passed. My cock could feel the soft compression of her swallowing while not releasing me from her oral grip. It was a deeply satisfying sensation as she took every last drop. I started to pull out of her mouth and as I did she sucked, and slurped, and licked at me until my spent cock hung just above her lips. She kissed the tip of my cock a couple of times before letting go of her grip on my ass.

Rolling sideways, I fell next to her, totally spent. My face rested on her spread thigh, its softness becoming a pillow. We spent the next half hour just resting, naked under the revealing light of the soft boxes.

Somehow in my brain the light was a mental metaphor of my life. This is what I was like. All of this had somehow been pent up in my darkness but once exposed to the light, I was really a sex addict. My biggest problem now was that I had met someone who was also just as deeply addicted as I was.

A decade later, I found myself again on a rock overlooking a valley at sunset. The gray sky now growing dimmer. During the years since that night with Marcy, we met a couple more times to shoot. Meeting her was much more difficult since I had moved. It took planning and a lot of lies to my wife. But we met in hotel rooms, in the woods of a state park, and once in an old abandoned building in town.

Each sexual encounter was limited to mutual oral sex. As I discovered through the years, she reserved that final act of sexual consummation for her husband alone. After those experiences she went directly home to her husband to give herself to him. There was some deep issue in her emotional need to be an exhibitionist and have sexual encounters with other men that heightened her sexual expression with her husband. But then again, we all have our fetish demons to deal with.

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23

Breakfast was interesting.

I had the day off, at least until I met up with my boss after closing, so I was in no rush when I went downstairs into my own family’s apartment to start my day. I did my best not to make any noise, but my step mom Kelly was already up and in the process of making breakfast.

“Oh, hi, honey,” she said in a flustered tone, with a big, surprised smile, “don’t you have work?”

That smile. I had seen that smile in a whole different context the night before, watching one of Sandy and Don’s secret sex videos. This one in particular just happened to feature my step mother Kelly taking two cocks at the same time and loving it. Despite the massive load I shot jerking off to it, I was still processing what I saw. Who I saw.

“Day off” was all I could muster. She smiled a nervous smile again and went back to her cooking.

I hadn’t ever noticed her body, or thought of her as a sexual creature before (I mean she WAS my step-mom, after all), but after watching that video, it was all I could think about. Sweatpants and an oversized pajama shirt may have been her choice of attire this morning, but I knew what was underneath it.

“Do you, uh, would you like something to eat?” She said, with an unusually shaky lilt to her voice.

“Uh…sure…” I said slowly. She nervously kept brushing some strands of fallen hair back over her ear. Something was up.

“Great, no problem,” she said as she started to dart around the kitchen, looking for things, but never seeming to find them. “Let me just, uh…”

She was distracted. I looked around the kitchen searching for something out of order, something to tip me off as to why she was acting so weird, when my eyes fell on the kitchen table. There were already two place settings out.

“Is Alex home?” I asked, trying to mask my suspicious tone.

“Nope, she stayed with a friend last night.” She pushed the strands over her ear again. “Why?”

Before I could follow up, another voice came from the hallway. A man’s voice.

“Mmm, that smells so good, babe!”

I saw Kelly scrunch her face up in an embarrassed, “busted” expression, and looked over to the hall to see Brian, freshly showered, walking in to join us.

“Oh, I…” he timidly offered as he saw the situation. He and Kelly shared a nervous look, and then he turned back to me. “Hey, Tim, how’s it going?” He awkwardly offered his hand out and I shook it. It was impossible not to wonder where that hand had been the night before. Or even this morning.

“Maybe um–” Kelly began, but Brian quickly took the hint.

“Yeah, you know, I forgot, I gotta get going.” Kelly and he shared another awkward look, he told her he’d call her later, and then he slunk out the front door.

Eyebrows raised I turned toward my step mom and watched her begin to turn a deep shade of red.

“So!” I said, sitting down at the table, “whatcha cooking?”

Later, in the shower, I couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation Kelly and I shared over breakfast. She did her best to awkwardly explain the situation, but I assured her it was fine.

“I really didn’t want you to find out like this,” she had said, “I know you knew we were seeing each other, but…”

But she didn’t want me to know she was fucking him. She wanted the chaste illusion she had painted for me for so many years to remain intact. Well…that was long gone, that’s for sure.

“I just…I didn’t want you to think it meant I had forgotten about your father, or that I love him any less. Because I still love him very much Tim, and I still love you very much too. I didn’t want you to think less of me.”

Imagine me thinking less of this saint of a woman just because she wanted to get laid. If anything I understood her more than she would know–my cock was basically driving the ship at this point in my life, and making my day to day very complex.

“I would never, Kel,” I said, taking her hand, ” I know that dad would want you to be happy. And that’s what I want too.”

“Thanks, Tim, that means a lot,” she said, and kissed my hand. Kissed my hand with lips that no doubt were wrapped around Brian’s cock last night. Replaying the conversation as I showered, my mind couldn’t help but wander. Had he cum in her mouth? Did she swallow? Did she take him in her ass as well?

It was a strange feeling–I didn’t want to fuck her, at least I didn’t think I did, but I had a really hard time not thinking about her GETTING fucked.

I felt my cock start to swell, and quickly did my best to shake the thoughts, but the best I could do was turn them to Brian. What must it be like to fuck both a mother and her daughter? There was a disc labeled “BRIAN” in Sandy and Don’s basket of home movies–was Kelly on that one too? I thought maybe I should check when I got back from training that night.

I shook off these thoughts, and finished my shower, balls still full. Kelly had suggested we go shopping for some college dorm stuff together on my day off, probably as a way to Balıkesir Escort make up for what I had walked into this morning, and I didn’t think I’d be able to look her in the eye if I had only minutes before pleasured myself to the thought of her writhing on a hard cock.

Toweling off I turned my head toward the window out of habit, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sarah through her bedroom window. What I was met with, however, stopped my toweling completely, as freshly hung curtains on her window now blocked any line of sight I had into her room.

I paused, worried for a moment, but then chalked it up to something that was bound to happen eventually. But even still, as I got dressed and headed out with Kelly, something about it didn’t sit right with me.

Walking around the store with Kelly, I thought it might have been difficult to keep my mind off of her sexual exploits past and present, but I had some history with the store we ended up in, and that took up the lionshare of my mind.

We were in the store Christine worked in; the very store where she clandestinely led me to the changing rooms and sucked my cock until I came on her face.

It was a nice memory, one I replayed in my mind while Kelly was a few aisles away looking at towels.

“Hey, I know you!” I heard from behind me, breaking me out of my day dream.

Turning toward the sound I was greeted by the big, beaming smile of Talia, the voluptuous Korean girl I had met at Christine’s pool party. I had been taken by her outgoing nature (not to mention the sway and jiggle of her considerable breasts and ass), and the evening ended with us exchanging online contact info which I had not as of yet followed up on. A lot had happened since then, and it wasn’t exactly at the front of my mind.

“Oh hey!” I said, matching her bright energy, “how’s it goin’?”

“It’s good, I’d rather be out by the pool again though,” she said with a kick of her hips. I could tell it was the truth. She wore a tight, zip up hoodie that held her breasts in a way to make me wonder if she had anything else on under it, and extremely short shorts that hugged her beautiful ass like a child hugs a teddy bear. Her thick legs extended down to painted toes in flip flops. Clearly this girl wanted to enjoy the sun, probably in as little clothing as polite society allowed.

“Yeah that was fun,” I said casually, “hopefully Christine throws another party soon.”

“Aw, what do we need her for?” Talia said with a suggestive smile, “I’m not enough company for you?”

I chuckled nervously, then tried to change the subject by asking what she was shopping for. That cheshire grin just came back as she held up a black, lacy push up bra and what I have to assume was the world’s smallest bikini.

“Wanna help me try them on?” She said with a wink, nodding her head toward the changing rooms. Did she know what had gone on in those changing rooms? Was she serious? Or was she just being cheeky?

I chuckled nervously again, not knowing how to respond. My blushing face only made her bolder–if only she knew why I was blushing…

“Listen,” she said, taking a step toward me, “don’t think I haven’t noticed you never messaged me” she began. I tried to make an excuse, but she cut me off. “It’s fine, I get it. I know how guys get when they set their sights on “Pristine Christine,” but I gotta tell you, you’re barking up the wrong tree, boy.”

I scrunched my face up in confusion at the nickname. She took another step towards me and her finger idly played with the string of her hoodie.

“Wouldn’t you rather set your sights on someone who might actually SHOW you something?”

I was momentarily frozen for a few reasons. Namely because Talia was confirming my suspicions beyond just Christine that the church kids were all horny little fucks, and secondly because she clearly had no idea of Christine’s true nature. To Talia, “Pristine Christine” was just the perfect little pastor’s daughter, the paragon of virtue, not the erotically-charged cum fiend I had so wonderfully been experiencing as of late.

“Gimme your phone,” she said, reaching for my pocket. I didn’t stop her. She typed her number into my phone, then sent herself a text message. “There,” she said, handing it back, “now you have no excuse. Gimme a ring sometime and maybe we can find ourselves a pool…or a jacuzzi…”

She popped the phone back into my hands, gave me a final smile and wink, turned and padded off. Her ass swayed delightfully beneath her tight shorts, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would look like while I fucked her from behind.

Good God these church girls were something else.

“So are you looking forward to the church camping trip?” Kelly asked me as we waited in the check out line.

The camping trip–God, there had been so much going on recently that I almost forgot about it. It would be the last activity I would do in our church’s youth group before aging out and heading off to college to start my life. If Balıkesir Escort Bayan you had asked me a year ago if I was excited I’d give a half hearted reply, but now the thought of three days in the woods with Christine and her raging libido sent some bulk to my dick.

“Actually yeah,” I said with an involuntary smirk that I tried my best to hide.

“Yeah, it sounds like a good time. Are you excited to spend time with Christine?”

I felt my face flush immediately at the unexpected question.

“I, uh…” I stumbled, “…what do you mean?”

“Oh come on, Tim,” she said with her own smirk, “you’ve been spending a lot of time with her lately; I know exactly what’s going on with you two.”

I flushed again. There was no way she could–

“You’ve got a crush on her, don’t you?” she said with a motherly lilt.

I suddenly let out the breath I didn’t know I had been holding, and instantly relaxed. I hadn’t been savvy enough to dodge the speculations completely, but thankfully Kelly only had the most virtuous assumptions about my time spent with Christine. She had no clue about the wet, sticky truth.

But even so, I considered her question. Christine and I were good friends who had recently added a new, exciting layer of intimacy to our relationship, but despite all the physical exploits we shared, I had never fully considered my actual feelings for her.

“Yeah,” I said slowly, coming to realize the truth of the situation, “I think maybe I do.”

“How does she feel about you?” Kelly said, eyebrows raised

Visions of Christine covered in my cum, her pussy wet and spasming for me flashed through my mind.

“You know, I don’t really know.” It was true. We had never talked about it. We had our arrangement, but was I just a piece of trustworthy meat to her, or did she actually have feelings for me she wasn’t ready to admit to? “Do you think I should ask her?”

“Honestly I don’t know, honey,” Kelly said, her response surprising me, “you’re both going to different schools in the fall, and…it might not be worth the heartache.” She had a far away look in her eye, as though she spoke from some lived experience. “The butterflies you get from puppy love and a good crush is fantastic, don’t get me wrong…all I’m saying is you might want to leave it at that with her.”

She had a point. Christine and I both knew when and where this was going to end. Was there any point to thinking any differently?

“I’d say for now enjoy your time together. Make good memories for the summer, but leave them at that–pleasant history you can look back and smile at.”

She smiled a saddened smile and patted my hand again.

“Thanks Kel,” I said, returning her smile. “Aren’t you supposed to tell me to be safe or offer to buy me condoms or something now?” I said, lightening the mood. Kelly just laughed.

“Timmy, I hate to break it to you, but I don’t think Christine is exactly the kind of girl a mother needs to worry about.” We both laughed. I laughed because she wasn’t wrong–my dick wasn’t getting anywhere near Christine’s pussy, and I knew that–but I also laughed because she had no idea where my dick had already been.

I loved Kelly. She was a great step mother. Infinitely supportive, endlessly kind; I was lucky to have her.

On my way to work training, I thought about what she had said, but it wasn’t Christine I was thinking about, it was Tara. We hadn’t yet talked since our mutual masturbation session the other night, but we desperately needed to. We needed to parse out what was going on, and where it was going from here.

I thought about what I would say if Tara said she wanted to be my girlfriend, and I found myself instantly saying yes. We were so close already, such great friends, clearly both hot for each other, and that body…good lord how I wanted to experience everything our bodies had to offer each other.

But Kelly’s words rang loudly in my head.

I loved Tara, she was my best friend–was I prepared to potentially blow that up at the end of the summer just for a couple months of hot sex? And what about Christine?

I found myself overthinking things wildly. Tara and I were getting lunch tomorrow, and hopefully we could start to sort things out then. As I pulled into the parking lot of the closed store I found myself actually happy for the distraction.

Walking into my store, the rest of the crew was already gone. It was very empty, and at first I thought maybe I got the day wrong, until I heard a voice boom out from down the aisle.

“You’re late, Mr. Miller.”

It was Letty. I heard the clicking of her shoes before I saw her–a clicking that I was not used to hearing from her footwear. I turned toward the sound and saw her head gliding above the tops of the shelves, but it wasn’t until the rest of her body cleared the end of the aisle that I saw the origin of the strange sound.

From the waist up, she was the same old Letty: severely tight ponytail, tightly pursed lips, Escort Balıkesir long neck leading into a white blouse. But from the waist down was a real surprise: instead of the sensible khaki slacks and functional shoes of our work uniform, Letty wore a tight, black skirt that stretched 3/4 of the way down her thighs. Directly below was a tantalizing glimpse of bare skin that served as a buffer between her skirt and the source of the new clicking sound: shiny, leather, black, knee-high boots with stiletto heels.

“I said eight o’clock,” she said curtly, crossing her arms across her chest.

“It’s like eight-o-five!” I said back, looking at the clock on my phone.

“So you are five minutes late!” Letty clicked her way closer to me. Her hips swayed back and forth hypnotically beneath her tight skirt. She stopped in front of me, but only just; this was the closest I had ever been to her.

Her hand dropped down and snatched the phone from my hands. “You won’t be needing this.” She dropped it behind the lip of the nearby service desk. “From here on out I am in control, do you understand?”

“Listen, what the hell is this, huh?” I said, starting to get fed up with her bullshit. Letty took another sudden step forward, and now her body was practically touching mine; she was so close I could smell her. She smelled good.

“I said from here on out I am in control. You will listen to me, you will do what I say, and you will learn, am I clear?” she stared through me with piercing blue eyes. Her skin smelled like bubblegum. It was intoxicating.

“Yeah, I…” I found myself weakening to her assertiveness. “Yeah, crystal.”

She took in a long, slow breath, and for the first time since I began working there I saw a smile pull at her lips. “Perfect. Now come with me.”

She started off down the nearest aisle and my eyes fell immediately to her tight, pert ass. This was the proverbial ass you could bounce a quarter off of. I had no idea Letty had a body like this. And what was going on here? What was she doing, she never dressed like this. And she was being pretty intense tonight, even for her.

She turned the corner into her office, and waved me inside.

Her spartan layout left room for nothing but efficiency. A desk, a light, and a single chair positioned in front.

“Sit.” she snapped. There was a certain heat coming off her now, and I swore I could see her nipples through her blouse.

I did as I was told.

“Tim, I have a certain set of goals I need to achieve here…certain needs to be met…and in order to do that, I need you to be able to follow directions. To be receptive to…training.” She crossed her legs in front of her, and this time I was positive her skirt was shorter. “Are you someone who can follow directions?”

I was gawking now. My uptight boss was practically smoldering. I had no idea what was going to happen next, but I knew the answer to her question: “yes.”

“Good.” Letty uncrossed her legs and stepped her booted legs out to each side, riding her skirt up so almost her entire thigh was now visible. I felt the blood start to rush to my cock even before she said the next words: “on your knees.”

“What?” I croaked out, swallowing hard.

“I said ON your KNEES.” Her tone was assertive and strong. Her ice-blue eyes bore a hole right through me. I was helpless. I was nervous. I was hard.

I slipped off the chair and onto my knees.

“Crawl to me.”

I hesitated. She did not like that.

“I will NOT tell you again.”

There was no doubt that I could have gotten up then and there and walked out, quit, and never looked back at this bullshit job. That would have been the sensible thing to do, but of course there is nothing sensible about the brain of a horned-up 18 year old.

And so I crawled the short distance until I found myself looking up at my boss from between her leather stiletto boots.

“Good,” she said, and ran her hand through my hair. It was almost tender, until I felt her grab it tight and tip my head back. “You are a slacker, Tim Miller,” she said assertively, but not angrily, “and I am going to teach you how to do what you’re told. I promise I will take care of you, but you are going to do whatever I say and answer to my every whim, and when you do, you’re going to say ‘Yes, mistress,’ or you can leave right now. Are you willing to do this?”

I was in her total control. I could feel the heat of her body emanating off of her. Letty had transformed from uptight shift manager into smoldering sex goddess. There was only one thing I could say.

“Yes…mistress.”

“Good,” she said, a smile finally threatening to form on her lips. She was a spider and I was her fly. I felt her hand pull my hair tighter before giving me my first command: “Now, let’s see what you’re made of. You’re going to lick my pussy now, Tim, and I am going to fuck your face until I am satisfied, do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress,” I croaked out. I was hard as a rock, and my mouth actually began to water.

Letty smiled that slight, satisfied smile again and lifted the front of her skirt. She wore nothing underneath, and I was presented with her smooth-shaven lips, already swollen and wide with arousal. I felt a tug on my hair, and suddenly my lips touched the steaming flesh of my boss’s pussy.

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It had been several days since the revelation of who Cindy was really working for. She obviously had a myriad of questions which David had answered candidly and it seemed that it wasn’t as bad as she had thought. He wasn’t the stereotype portrayed by the church and she was safe from his wrath as long as she did what he asked now and then. He made it abundantly clear that it wouldn’t be anything evil or bad. That was his domain. Even driving the woman insane by revealing himself to her wasn’t all that bad. She had deserved it and was now in a little padded hell of her own making. As she contemplated all this, the phone rang. It was David, speak of the Devil. Cindy burst out laughing.

“What’s so amusing?” he asked on the other end of the line. She told him and he joined in her unintentional joke, laughing along with her.

“Why don’t you pop up for a drink.” He suggested. “I may have a little job for you that could prove mutually beneficial to both of us.” Leaving her new apartment ten minutes later, Cindy took the elevator up to David’s penthouse.

“Come in, the doors open.” He called out just as Cindy was about to knock. How did he do that she wondered and then remembered; he was the Devil. He was pouring them both a drink when she entered the room. “Here you go.” He said, handing her a glass. They both took a seat in the lounge room. “Cheers.” He said raising his glass.

“So, what’s this little task?” Cindy asked, knowing in the back of her mind it would involve taking her clothes off.

“Later this afternoon, I am hosting a drinks party for two very influential business men that I want to discredit privately so they will be more inclined to give me what I ask. That’s where you come in.”

“In other words, you want me to fuck them. Couldn’t you get a hooker to do that?”

“No, it all needs to seem legitimate with you having a good reason to be there. The reason is that you want to offload the one apartment you aren’t living in. I have already sounded them out and they both seemed interested. This way, I will get what I want and you will undoubtedly get to deposit a cool million or so in your bank account.”

“Now that you put it like that, I guess I could fuck one or both of them for you.” she said.

“Preferably both.” He told her. “The plan is, you show them the apartment and later when you all come back up here, I make an excuse to leave unexpectedly, leaving you to it.”

“How should I dress?” she asked.

“I’m thinking come-fuck-me classy.” He replied with an evil grin.

“Works for me.” She said, downing her drink and grinning back at him. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a mirror to stand in front of.”

Five hours later after a call from David, she made her grand entrance. David was stood talking with two other men, all with drinks in hand. As she walked towards them, all eyes were on her and she could tell that the time spent in front of the mirror was paying off. Her legs were shaved immaculately, like the cunt hidden inside her panties. Her plain short black dress was a stunner and hugged her every curve. She knew she had caught their attention as all conversation had stopped and both David’s guests just stared at her approaching with their mouths open.

“Gentlemen, let me introduce you to Cindy. Cindy, this is Larry.” he said. Larry held out his hand, shaking hers softly. “And this is Robert.” He said indicating his other Guest.

“Call me Bob.” said the man, holding his hand out eagerly. She shook it and with a beaming smile, told them it was good to meet them.

Apparently, Larry and Bob were both VPs of powerful rival stock broking firms. Buddies since childhood, they were still good friends and enjoyed the friendly rivalry between their respective companies.

“David tells us you have an apartment for sale in this great building.” Bod said.

“I do.” she replied.

“Why don’t we all have another drink and then maybe you’d like to show them it.” David suggested. Both men agreed eagerly. As they all sat down in the lounge, Cindy made sure to give both men a good look at her legs under her short dress. Wriggling to make herself comfortable, she tried to give each a glimpse of white panties too. Some would have argued that it should have been black panties to match the dress, but she knew that men responded to white more. White stood out more and invoked thoughts about what lay beneath.

Try as they might, both men were finding it hard to make conversation. David had obviously been telling them tales about her and they were almost salivating. She could feel their eyes boring between her legs as they attempted to seem like they weren’t. After their drinks were empty, Cindy took them down to her vacant apartment and showed them through it. Both were impressed and told her so. The tour of the apartment over, all three made their way back to the penthouse.

“How was it?” David asked Bob and Larry.

“Brilliant.” Larry replied. “I could be interested at the right price.”

“Me too.” Bob chimed in.

“That’s Antalya Escort good.” Cindy said. “Because I have another just the same that could also be for sale. Right on cue, David’s mobile rang. He answered it and made a show of having a frustrating call with the person on the other end.

“I’m sorry gents.” He said to his guests. “Something important has come up and I have to leave for a while. Cindy is a dear friend and I hope you won’t mind if I leave you both in her good hands. There’s plenty to eat and drink, just help yourselves.” Both men made a show of disappointment, but all each could think of was having a crack at the Asian cunt hidden under Cindy’s little black dress. Grabbing his keys and jacket, David walked out the front door.

“Let’s have another drink.” Bob suggested, eager to ply Cindy with liquor. Larry agreed and made to the bar to pour them all a fresh glass. If they were doing it to get me in the mood, they are wasting their time, Cindy thought. She had watched a porno in preparation before she came and her cunt was wet before she had walked in the front door. She went along with it anyway. Left among the wolves, it wasn’t long before they made their move.

“We hear you often like to negotiate privately.” Bob suggested, his words full of hidden meaning.

“What has David been telling you about me.” She said innocently.

“That you can be very creative.” Bob said, hoping he was getting the message across and that what he had heard was true.

“Ah, you mean intimate negotiations.” She replied.

“Yes!” Bob spurted out. “We are both interested and can take turns negotiating for the apartments.

“Why waste time when we can negotiate all at the same time.” She suggested. Both men looked at each other and nodded.

“Come with me.” Cindy said, and led them into David’s bedroom. “Take off your clothes. I like to negotiate in the nude.” She told them. Both men hurriedly stripped and by the time they were naked, so was she. Walking up to them as they stood side by side, she reached out and took a cock in each hand. “You like that?” she asked as she started to pull them slowly. They groaned with pleasure as one as her hands ran up and down their hardening shafts. Unseen to them, with two hard cocks to play with, her cunt was getting wetter by the second as she imagined the possibilities. Aroused herself, she took turns rubbing each of the swollen heads to her cunt, rubbing them between her lips, getting them all nice and wet with her cunt juice.

“Come here.” She said, leading them by their cocks towards the bed. Feeling it on the back of her knees, she sat down and bending forward, took each one in turn into her mouth. Both men groaned, pushing their hips forward, wanting all of them deep in her throat.

“Who’s first?” she asked still pulling them both.

“Me.” Bob croaked eagerly. Releasing their hard cocks, Cindy laid back on the bed and let her legs fall open. Bob was on the bed and in between them in seconds, his hard cock in his hand, ready to ram it inside her. Larry was standing beside the bed. He pulled her head towards him and began rubbing the shaft of his rigid cock over her parted lips. Bob felt the head of his cock find her wet aroused opening and pushed in. Cindy gasped. He was bigger than she thought as his thick cock quickly filled her cunt. Aroused and desperate for cock, Cindy turned her head and enveloped Larry’s cock with her mouth as Bob started to thrust deep and hard inside her.

“Fuck yes, fuck me!” she cried out, reefing her mouth off Larry’s cock and pulling it fast. Bob was grunting between her now quivering legs, ramming every hard inch of his eight-inch cock deep inside her wet aroused cunt.

“Faster!” she cried out, needing to cum, her hand still pulling Larry’s cock fast in her excitement. Down between her legs, Bob thrust himself as hard and deep into her as he could. Cindy’s legs quivered even harder and then as she came, she thrust her hips up against his cock, squirting all over it in a hard juddering orgasm. Bob groaned and reefed his cock out of her, just in time to cum all over the delicious wet thing he had just been fucking.

“Swap!” she cried out in desperation, her cunt aching to cum again. Both men quickly swapped positions and Larry pushed his still rigid cock inside her. She cried out in pleasure at the feel of it filling her as she took hold of Bobs softening cock and put it in her mouth. She could taste the cum on it and it turned her on. Pulling her open legs right back, Larry laid over her, driving his cock as deep into as he could. Cindy moaned with arousal, her tight little cunt squirting with every thrust of his thick rigid cock inside it.

“Fuck!” Larry exclaimed, pulling his cock out of just intime for it to shoot thick ribbons of cum all over her chest, some even onto her face. He knelt there between her legs, his body jerking in orgasm as he pulled at his cock hard, milking every drop out of it.

“Who needs a drink?” Bob asked, slipping his cock Antalya Escort Bayan out of Cindy’s mouth and his balls from the hand cupping them. Both the others put up their hands, unable to speak. As Bob padded off naked into the living room, Larry collapsed onto the bed beside her. Even though he had just cum, he couldn’t resist running his fingertips in her cunt. Feeling all that wetness and her soft opening.

“Lick it,” Cindy panted. Sliding across between her legs, Larry pressed his mouth to her wet parted lips and began licking between them. As his tongue lapped at her clit and her arousal grew, he slid two fingers inside her.

“OH fuck!” Cindy cried out, her cunt on fire and starting to cum again. In the doorway with three glasses held in his hands, Bob watched Cindy cumming with his friend lapping at her cunt. Below his navel, his cock jerked and stiffened as he watched. He fucking wanted some of that. Noticing him watching, Cindy signalled for him to come closer. Putting down the drinks, Bob moved to the edge of the bed. With her cunt aroused and still being licked, Cindy took hold of Bob’s hard cock and started to massage it, her hand sliding all the way up and down it’s rigid shaft. “Get on the bed down there.” She croaked. Bob crawled onto the bed next to Larry.

Reluctantly slithery away from Larry’s tongue, Cindy slid up the bed and sat against the headboard with her legs wide open. Both men’s eyes were glued to her little parted wet cunt. Reaching down, she slowly started to stroke it. Fuck it felt good. Her rigid clit was so aroused and wanting to cum.

“I have a fantasy too.” She told them as her finger slid up and down her increasingly wet cunt.

“What’s that?” they asked in unison.

“I want to see two men.” She said, pushing her fingers up her cunt. “Pull each other for me and you can both have me at the same time.” She wasn’t joking, just the thought of one of them in each hole together was almost making her cum.

Eager to have his cock inside her and willing to do anything, Bob reached across and took hold of Larry’s cock. Larry flinched but, in his arousal, and looking between her legs, any hand would do. “You too Larry.” She moaned, rubbing harder at her drenched cunt. Lost in the moment, he reached across and took hold of Bob’s rigid throbbing cock. Teasing her clit, Cindy watched as both men started pulling each other, their cocks rigid and straining in each other’s hand.

“Slowly, don’t cum.” She whispered, wanting them hard and eager for her two aching holes. Trying hard to restrain themselves, they pulled each other slower, precum oozing from their cocks in excitement.

“Lay on the bed,” she told Larry. Breaking off his grip on Bob’s cock, he did as she commanded, laying on his back with his hard throbbing cock pointing upwards. Moving away from the headboard, Cindy slid down the bed and straddled him, facing away from Bob. Reaching between her legs, she smeared her silky wet cunt juice over her ass before taking hold of his cock and forcing up inside her cunt. Bending right over, she reached back with both hands and spread her ass cheeks for Bob. Seeing her tight lubricated asshole, he quickly moved in, pressing the head of his cock to it.

“Fuck!” Cindy cried out in pain as Bob pushed his cock inside her tiny ass. Quickly he filled it just like Larry’s hard cock was doing, up in her cunt. As Bob started thrusting inside her ass, Larry’s hips started thrusting upwards, both men fucking her at the same time. Cindy was breathless with excitement and she moaned with each thrust of the two cocks inside her. Undeterred with the feeling of the other man’s cock, both of them fucked her hard, each desperate to cum.

Cindy suddenly cried out, her whole body jerking and her cunt squirting on their cocks as she came. Shuddering, she couldn’t stop cumming on them. It was too much for both men and groaning loudly, they filled her ass and cunt with cum at the same time. Her chest heaving, Cindy fell off them, her legs still quivering uncontrollably in an endless orgasm ripping through her insides. Both men just watched in amazement as her body jerked in spasm after spasm. Never before had they seen a woman cum so hard and it was so fucking good to watch.

It took a minute or two before Cindy’s orgasm had abated enough for her to crawl across the bed enough to reach her drink on the bedside table. Gulping it down, she turned to the men and told them she was done.

“I’m not.” Said Bob, pulling his cock frantically to make it hard. Moving across the bed, he forced her legs apart and with one hand pinning her down, he used the other to force his cock back inside her cunt.

“No, no!” Cindy cried out as he started thrusting hard inside her.

“C’mon Bob.” Larry said, trying to pull him off her. “She’s done.” Wild eyed with lust, Bob resisted and kept fucking her hard and fast. It wasn’t till he was done that he slipped out of her cunt and climbed off the bed, leaving Cindy crying and limp on the covers.

“We’ll Escort Antalya let you know about the apartment but don’t hold your breath.” He said with a dark grin, before collecting his clothes and leaving the room.

“I’m sorry.” Larry said to her before doing the same. Cindy just lay crying as they both let themselves out of the apartment.

David was furious when he returned and found her. So much so, she could swear she saw him flickering between the David she knew and his true self. It was hideous, pure evil and at that moment in his absolute rage, she almost felt pity for Bob. He didn’t know what agony was about to befall him. When she finally made it out of bed, she found him still up on the rooftop sipping a drink. He had calmed down but she could tell her was still seething.

“No one does that to one of mine.” He hissed with burning vengeance in his eyes that glowed bright red.

“Leave it David, he’s not worth it.” She said, trying to calm him down.

“I’m not David.” He yelled, in a voice that came straight from hell as he slammed his fist down on the outdoor table, cleaving it in two as if it was match sticks.

“What do you plan to do?” she asked, dreading the answer.

“I don’t know yet.” the David she knew answered calmly. “But it will be something special.”

David insisted she stay with him until she had recovered. He looked after her every need and the matter was never spoken of again. It wasn’t until days later when she was back in her apartment than she read about a gruesome murder. A prominent stockbroker was found naked tied to a spit and cooked over slow burning coals. His name was Robert ‘Bob to his friends’ Winchester. He was cooked completely and could only be identified by his teeth. Cindy shivered. She couldn’t wish that on her worst enemy. Apparently, David could. She wondered if he had got his demons to do it, but knowing him, he would have done this one himself. He was so angry.

As she was reading the gruesome details, there was a knock on her door. It was David. Speak of the…. never mind, she was getting used to it.

“Good news.” He said as he walked into her apartment.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“Our friend Larry has joined the fold and agreed to buy your vacant apartment for the handsome sum of two million dollars. Our friend Bob on the other hand, won’t be making an offer. He has decided to buy real estate closer to where I sometimes live.”

“No coercion then,” she said smiling.

“Well, I may have given him a sneak peek at my true self and invited him to a BBQ if he didn’t make an exceptional offer.” He said, with a wink. “By the way,” he continued. “I’m sorry about what you saw the other day.”

“If you are talking about showing me your true self, it didn’t scare me.” she told him. “You were being a true friend and true friends don’t scare people.”

“I’ve been told I have anger management problems.” he said, smiling.

“No shit.” She said, smiling back and thinking about Bob. That cunt deserved it, she thought. God knows how many women he had forced himself on.

“Tell me.” she said. “What were you going to get out of all of that?”

“Up until Bob crossed the line, I had some very damning footage of them both pulling each other off and fucking a very attractive Asian lady. I’m sure some insider trading info would be a small price to pay for not sharing that footage with their wives, employers and friends don’t you think?”

“But you are the Devil. Can’t to just orchestrate it using your powers?”

“What would be the challenge in that?” he said. “It’s too easy. No, I would rather utilise human greed and desire to get what I want. People are unpredictable so it makes the game way more challenging. Don’t forget, I have been doing this for thousands of years. Fuck, I was the one that hitched up Anthony with Cleopatra.” Suddenly, he made sense to her. Even though he had the ability to control everything, he was jealous of the randomness humanity brought to the table. The outcome was never guaranteed.

“I get you.” she said, smiling. “Welcome to the world of us mortals.”

“I said you were fucking clever.” He replied smiling his evil little grin.

“All this brings me around to a certain matter,” he said, “I need your assistance with a problem child.”

“I’m not sure I’m up to fucking just yet.” Cindy told him. She still had bad memories of Bob taking her by force.

“What if I could take all that away?” he offered.

“Could you?”

“Just look in my eyes,” he said. She did as he asked. They seemed to glow perfect red for a few seconds and then returned to his normal brown.

“Is it me or is it hot here?” he asked.

“Fuck, it is.” Cindy said. Suddenly boiling with an un controllable urge to strip off her clothes. Reaching around her skirt, she undid it and let it slip to the ground. The next to come off was her top, followed by her bra.

“That’s better.” She said just standing there in her panties and high-heeled shoes. Suddenly, it dawned on her. She was standing almost naked.

“You did that, didn’t you.” she said.

“Just a little party trick I used to do but not so much now. It was fun making stuck up women do it at big gatherings. Suddenly they would wake up in a crowded room stark naked.” He laughed.

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* This is a work of fiction, all characters involved in this story are at least 18 years old.

You better never..

My name is Matt Miller. I’m 23 of average height, I keep in shape, and I’ve filled my life with work and training. I’m one of those guys that think I’ll end up an MMA champion and become famous. Maybe I just want something to fill in the spaces.

The truth is, I like training, I like how it makes me feel, gives me additional confidence, and provides the discipline I’ve always needed. I was one of those kids that had a natural talent, but would rather sit on the couch and play video games, rather than get outside, and face the world head-on. I don’t have that problem anymore, and I know it’s a lot of work, but it’s just a lifestyle that seems to work for me at this stage of my life.

I train at two gyms, one for boxing, and one for grappling. I wrestled in high school but never took it seriously enough that any colleges may have noticed. But this is all next-level stuff, there’s an interesting dynamic in that a lot of the guys in the boxing gym kind of look down their noses at the MMA guys, like: ‘dude, how can you handle having another guy’s balls in your face?!’ and more dumb shit like that.

One of the guys in the boxing gym is more of an asshole than the others, a typical bigmouth from some shithole neighborhood that thinks the world is against him. We’ve sparred and he’ll go harder than we’re supposed to, trying to make a point I guess. I’d been cool about it because I don’t need the drama. I guess he thinks I’m worried that he’d kick my ass or something. I know he’d last less than a minute if we got into it for real.

The thing is, he’s got a sister that comes to the gym and films him on a phone for his social media bullshit. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, and look, let me just say that I’m not typically attracted to Black women, but she’s the total package. With an angelic face, and a perpetual smile on it, big eyes that are full of life, a tight little body, no huge ass or tits, just everything looks streamlined. I’m guessing she’s about 5’6″ and maybe 120 pounds. I felt bad for her, having such a dickbag for a Brother, but shit happens I suppose.

The Brother, Sam, is super-protective of his sister, which is to be expected, but when you think about it, she’s in this hot, sweaty gym, surrounded by a bunch of alpha types, guys are going to make comments, they’re gonna check her out, and that’s just life. I left her alone, she was catching enough shit from everyone else in there. Sam would get spun up really quickly if someone would pay too much attention to her, and then the drama would start. That would be the only time I’d ever see Tara unhappy, and it was hard to see such a beautiful woman look so sad. I always wanted to walk over and give her a hug, but that would have just made things worse.

I saw Tara standing out in front of the gym one day, and she had that sad look on her face, she saw me looking at her and she turned away. I figured it would be harmless just to be a decent person.

‘Hey, are you okay?’ I asked.

‘Yeah, I’m good thanks.’ she answered without turning to face me.

‘You sure?’ I asked as I reached for the door.

She nodded while facing away.

Okay, well at least I tried to be a good human being.

I walked through the gym towards the lockers.

‘Hey asshole, leave my sister the fuck alone.’ I heard his familiar voice ring out.

Whatever douchebag..

I got changed and started warming up, it seemed like anytime I glanced past Sam he was glaring at me. You’d think I walked up and grabbed his sister’s ass or something, instead of just asking if she was okay.

Tara was nowhere in sight, just her asshole brother.

‘Let’s spar whiteboy.’ I heard his voice.

I’m not stupid, this was Sam pulling the tough Black guy act, and I was supposed to be the meek, scared White guy.

‘Sure..’ I nodded. Today, I ended his bullshit.

I climbed into the ring, pulled out my mouthguard, and said quietly ‘If you start fucking around today, Youll end up with my balls in YOUR face.’

Queue the ghetto tough guy face.

How predictable.

Almost as expected, after landing a punch much heavier than the gym had made clear (punch at 60% power) Sam ended up on his back with my balls in his face. The gym erupted in laughter and Sam was not a happy camper.

‘I told you, if you went hard, this would happen, now play nice Sam.’ I said calmly

‘Get the fuck off me faggot!’ he was scrambling and trying to escape, and failing.

‘Play nice Sam, or we stay like this..’ again, as calm as a cucumber.

‘Knock that shit out!’ I heard a trainer yell out.

I rolled off Sam and was on my feet before him, just in case.

‘We good?’ I asked.

‘Fuck you!’ he spat out and climbed out of the ring.

I knew this wasn’t the end of it, Sam had been embarrassed by a White guy, so he wouldn’t just let that go. This is more of that stupid double-standard shit that exists.

I’d be lying Afyon Escort to you if I told you I wish he would have just let things go.

I looked around, praying that Tara wasn’t there to see what just happened, and thankfully she was nowhere in sight.

I finished up, grabbed a shower, and as I stepped into the parking lot, Sam was there, with the typical scowl. I kept my cool, but I really wanted to beat his ass, I really wanted him to see that running his mouth, and playing on the stereotypes that he relied on could have consequences.

‘Yo motherfucker!’ he started.

I held up my hand and said as calmly as I could ‘I don’t want any trouble Sam, but there aren’t any Trainers out here, and we don’t have any gloves on.’

‘Nobody here to save your punk ass.’ he replied.

I’m pretty confident that people in the next town could have seen the smile on my face.

—

I was back at the gym the following day. Oddly, Sam was taking a break. but his sister was there.

‘Hi, I just wanted to say thanks for asking if I was okay.’ she said, the look on her face seemed like a mixture of happiness, and nervousness.

‘Don’t mention it.’ I said smiling. ‘You seem better now.’

‘Why don’t you ever hit on me?’ she asked, and now she looked a bit insulted, or maybe confused.

‘You’ve got enough assholes giving you a hard time down here.’ I laughed.

‘So you don’t like Black girls..’ she said with a bit of a condescending tone.

‘I like all women, I don’t care what color they are.’ I answered, and wanted to fuck her pretty viciously at that point.

‘Guys that don’t chase after women in my neighborhood, people think they’re gay or something.’ she continued, maybe not realizing how fucked up a thing it was she’d just said.

‘I see, so if I don’t ask you out for coffee..’ I asked.

‘I don’t drink coffee.’ she answered with a shrug and continued to watch me.

‘Are you doing this cause I kicked your brother’s ass yesterday?’ I asked, my chest was maybe puffed up a tiny bit more than normal.

‘I like smoothies, you can ask me out for a smoothie.’ she said and folded her hands behind her back. Her eyes seemed more easily locked on mine now.

‘Let’s go.’ I said turning and walking back to my car.

‘Do you live around here?’ she asked. She was buckled in but turned in her seat to face me.

‘Not real far away, I grew up pretty close to here tho. How about you?’ I turned to ask her, I’m not sure if it was the light, or the way she was sitting, or who knows, but she looked really good, better than she usually looked, and that was very high on the rating scale. I wondered what she tasted like.

‘Yeah, close by.’ she answered, and looked out of the window ‘It’s just up ahead on the right..’ she pointed to the smoothie shop.

I pulled over and hopped out, I made it to her side of the car before she opened her door and looked at me strangely. I grabbed her door and pulled it the rest of the way open for her. Again, she looked at me like I was an alien. We walked to the entrance, and I opened the door for her, and let her walk in, giving myself a moment to get an unobstructed view of her perfect, tight little ass.

Look, I never pretended I wasn’t just another of the gym full of assholes that wanted to fuck her. I just had more class about it than all the other assholes there.

We sat with our smoothies and she was quiet, this caught me off guard because she was the one that wanted this, well, so did I, but I felt like she put up with a ton of assholes always pestering her, so..

‘You know, most of the women I take out for smoothies talk a little.’ I said, giving her a little shit.

‘So you take a lot of girls out for smoothies?’ she eyed me, and wrapped her dark lips around her straw, sucking the sugary mess up into her mouth.

‘You’re the first Black girl I’ve taken for a smoothie if that means anything.’ I gave her a look, and then wondered out loud ‘What’s that all about anyway?’

She watched for a moment, and asked ‘what’s WHAT all about?

‘You throw that color thing out there a lot, and so does your brother.. Speaking of him..’ I stopped short, anything I could have added would have been bad, this was her brother, for better or worse.

‘I don’t mean anything by it, White folks get nervous as soon as Black folks bring up race.’ she said like it wasn’t an issue.

‘Kind of fucked up how if I would have said that in reverse, it would have been a big deal right?’ I laughed but wanted her to know how I wasn’t a fan of double standards.

‘You’re not wrong.’ she said.

‘So, can we move past that then?’ I asked. See the thing is, Tara is hot, but no amount of pussy is worth having to tip-toe around, especially tip-toeing around racial stuff.

‘So we’re moving past things, does that mean you want to take me out some night?’ her smile was back, and no sane man could resist that smile.

‘So you like smoothies, what do you like for dinner?’ I asked.

‘She grinned and said ‘Fried Afyon Escort Bayan chicken, what else?’

We both laughed, and the conversation seemed to flow much easier after that.

—

I took Tara out to dinner, and sure enough, she ordered fried chicken, so did I, and it was delicious. Our conversation came easier, and we relaxed a bit more. Something was really stirring inside, and I wanted to fuck her, but not for any stupid reason, like to piss off her asshole brother.

In fact, I never gave him a thought when I was with her. Tara had that smile of hers on full blast, and it was all I could do to not promise her the world. She was getting to me, very quickly.

Sam didn’t like me taking Tara out, but she’s a 20-year-old woman, and fully capable of making her own decisions, she said that he was giving her shit, and telling their Mother what an asshole I was, all the usual stuff any older brother who’s had his ass kicked by the guy that started going out with his sister would do.

‘Sam doesn’t like you.’ she said.

‘I don’t care.’ I laughed.

‘So, is going on a date with a Black woman different than taking a White woman out?’ she asked and sipped her soda.

‘I like when you smile.’ I said, avoiding the silly stuff.

‘Do I smile better than a White girl?’ she pressed.

‘You aren’t gonna let the color thing go, are you?’ I asked, and the look on my face must have easily communicated that I already knew her answer.

She grinned at me and ate her food.

We finished up and were sitting there. I wanted to drag her back to my place, but Tara was giving signals I couldn’t easily read. Part of me thought she was just playing with me sometimes, all the racial stuff, maybe enjoying trying to make me uncomfortable (which, I wasn’t) and the other part wondered if she was just curious about me, she had said she hadn’t gone out with a White guy before.

I watched her face as she drank her soda, then let my eyes drift down to her lips as they wrapped around the straw in her glass. I hated that straw.

She caught me entirely off-guard and asked ‘Do you want to fuck me?’

What happened next was a rapid-fire, back-and-forth like I couldn’t ever remember having before.

‘Yeah. I could try to act like I don’t want to, but yeah.’ I admitted. I wasn’t sure where she was going with this, and I had a sudden worried thought that she was setting me up to get jumped by her asshole brother and some of his friends. I quickly blew that thought off, she seemed to be talking straight. I hoped she was.

‘Why haven’t you tried?” she asked with a puzzled look and pursed her full, dark lips. I wanted to kiss her in the worst way.

‘I’m going slow.’ I told her, sure, it would have been nice to fuck her sooner than later, but she was interesting and different from the women I’d dated before.

‘Why?’ she asked, it sounded like she wasn’t buying what I was telling her. I imagined she probably got hit on a lot, especially when the asshole big brother wasn’t around.

‘I don’t want you to think I’m a douchebag.’ I said plainly.

‘I already told you what people think of guys that don’t chase girls in my neighborhood, right?’ she giggled.

I decided I liked her giggling there and then.

‘Okay, so you’re spending the night at my place tonight.’ I didn’t ask, but she could say no. I wasn’t sure if she was being totally serious, but if she was. I wasn’t a fool.

‘Okay.’ she said and nodded. The look on her face almost made it seem like she may have said ‘It took you long enough.’

‘Just like that?’ I asked, my brow furrowed, I wanted to be sure she wasn’t fucking with me, this was her out.

‘Yeah.’ she said and finished her soda.

‘You’re different.’ I said and set down my water. I imagined my dick slowly sinking into her dark pussy lips, did she have dark pussy lips? What were Black women like in bed? Why did I somehow think all Black women were any particular way in bed, it was strange, but I liked it.

‘Different good?’ she asked as she stood up and stretched a bit, her tits looked incredible as she did.

‘Yeah, I’m still trying to figure you out.’ I rubbed my chin and grinned at her. This was one of my stupid ‘I’m flirting hard right now, so don’t try too hard to keep those panties on’ looks.

We went back to my car, and she giggled when I opened her door and let her get situated before closing her in. After I got the car started, and started heading back to my place she dropped another bomb, out of nowhere.

‘What do you like? In bed I mean.’ she asked in a way that didn’t seem awkward at all, and I wondered again if Black women were just like this, generally, or if she was special. I knew she was special.

‘Like, what do I enjoy sexually?’ I answered her question with one of my own. I needed to be sure she was asking what I just heard her ask.

‘Mmhmm’ she grinned, and her eyes moved from my face to my crotch, then back up and watched my eyes.

‘Wow, that’s the first time someone’s Escort Afyon asked me that before we even got near a bed.’ I laughed, Tara was definitely different, and in good ways.

‘Is that okay?’ she asked coyly.

‘Yeah, just, more of trying to figure you out.’ I said and scratched my head.

‘So? What do you like?’ she asked, not letting me escape her question.

‘I like to kiss while having sex.’ I admitted.

‘Keep talking’ she prodded.

‘I like eye contact, I like pushing just past comfort levels. If the mood is right, I like talking dirty. How about you? What do you like?’ I figured that was enough, for now, my curiosity about her sexual interests was skyrocketing. I had absolutely no idea how she’d answer.

‘I want someone to choke me.’ the words came out of her mouth simply enough, not in any softer, embarrassed tone. She was owning it. She wanted a guy that would choke her. My dick began stiffening, and when I squirmed to adjust my jeans, she looked back into my lap, without attempting to be sneaky.

‘That’s all?’ I asked, hoping to get her eyes back on mine.

‘You’d choke me if I asked?’ she said, still looking at the bulge in my jeans.

‘Yeah. what else do you like?’ I asked, and realized, Tara may have looked like an Angel, but she had a naughty streak, one that I wanted to be very good about not fucking up.

‘I’d like to have someone on top of me, so I could put my legs up on their shoulders, so they’d get deep inside me. I want to feel someone as deep as they can possibly be inside of me. I guess that would make me feel vulnerable.’ she rolled her shoulders, and looked back into my eyes.

‘Are we gonna do this?’ It was a dumb question, but it felt like, just in case she was fucking with me. I wanted to be on the same page.

‘I’ve never been with a White guy.’ she said, again, not hiding from her words, owning them. I had a feeling she was like this with everything, that she’d just tell it like it was.

‘I’ve never been with a Black girl.’ I countered, I could do this too, maybe not as well as her, but I wanted us on level ground.

‘Let’s stay honest like this, even if it’s hard.’ she said and reached out for my hand.

‘I’d like that.’ I said as I held her hand, she was cool to the touch. It surprised me, I would have guessed her flesh was burning up.

‘Do you think you’d ever take me to meet your folks?’ she asked, I wondered if this was more of that racial shit.

‘Yeah, they moved away, but yeah.’ I said, I needed to let her know that, yeah, sure, she was hot as fuck, and yeah, she was Black, and I’d never been with a Black woman, but put all of that aside, and there was a really sexy, honest, self-accountable person in my car, that I’d talked more about sex with, before I even kissed her, than I did for the entire six weeks that I’d spent with the last woman I dated.

‘Would they be okay with you being with me?’ she asked, she had a sarcastic grin like she knew they’d freak out if their son brought home a Black woman.

‘I think so if you’re asking because your Black, I dunno, I’ve never brought a Black woman to meet them.’ I answered honestly, and I truly didn’t know. It felt like my folks really wouldn’t give a shit.

‘My Mom would like you, I’ll bring you by.’ she said.

‘Your Mom wouldn’t mind?’ as soon as I said the words, I felt like an asshole hypocrite.

‘Shit, she’d be on me about marrying you, a hard-working guy who can take care of his business, going slow with her Daughter, yeah she’s definitely gonna like you.’ she laughed.

‘Maybe we should hold off on the sex till after we’re married.’ I chuckled and hoped she realized I was joking.

‘Maybe we should.’ she answered, and then added ‘Do you have condoms?’

I nodded ‘Yeah.’ the vision of her darkened form laying on my bed waiting for me filled my mind’s eye.

‘You’re definitely spending the night.’ I stated, not asking now.

‘So you can fuck me all night long?’ she asked.

‘Among other things.’ I said with a nod.

We made it back to my place, and after hopping out, and opening her door, I decided I had waited long enough to taste her. I pulled her to me, and the look on her face gave me every indicator that she wanted this as badly as I did.

Her lips were sweet, softer than I imagined, warm, and fruity. My hands held her hips, and I pulled her closer. She hummed softly, and I opened my mouth, hers followed, and we stood on the sidewalk, next to my car, kissing like familiar Lovers.

There was no holding my dick back, it took on a life of its own and tried desperately to burst out of my jeans and bury itself inside of her. I would have been fine with that.

After what seemed like an hour, I pulled my mouth off of hers, and she looked at me with a hunger I had never seen before.

‘So, are you fucking me on the hood of your car, or on your bed?’ she asked, whether it was my imagination or not, she seemed about to explode.

—

‘This is a nice place, I didn’t expect you to have all of this.’ she said as I opened the door, and let her in.

‘Us caveman knuckledraggers like nice things too, you were expecting a futon and a PlayStation right?’ I laughed. To be fair, my place wasn’t incredible, but it worked for me, and I lived alone, so I didn’t need much.

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An Oddly Familiar Situation

Mick trudged up the steps and was immediately accosted by Abby. “Good morning sleepy head!” she bellowed as he walked towards the kitchen. “Decided to sleep in I see,” continued Abigail in her familiar ebullient tone. Mick knew it was past 10:00 a.m. as he had glanced at his cell phone moments earlier when he had come to after having fallen back to sleep after Victoria’s departure from his room.

“Morning,” Mick unenthusiastically offered in return as he slogged over to the island where Abigail and Zoey were stationed.

Abby said to him, “Up late working on the paper I take it?” He nodded yes but offered her no words knowing that his reply was not completely true by any stretch. “How about I make you some French Toast?” she asked him. “Thanks,” Mick said, “That sounds great.”

“Good morning everyone!” boomed Victoria as she burst into the kitchen just a moment later.

“Hey,” Abby replied as flatly as Mick had previously, while eyeing her sister warily. “I was just about to make French toast for Mick, would you like some?” she asked her sister.

“Thank you! That would be awesome,” Tori exuberantly answered.

The three dorm mates all silently exchanged glances with each other as Abigail and Zoey were not sure what to make of Victoria’s sudden change in demeanor. Mick however was not nearly in the dark as his two friends.

Tori walked over to the cupboard and retrieved a ceramic mug. “Would anyone like me to pour them some coffee while I’m here?” she offered. The trio just all shook their heads in silent reply.

While opening the refrigerator to retrieve the creamer, Victoria asked Abigail, “Do you need the eggs or milk?” A confounded Abby replied, “Both please… and the butter too if you don’t mind.” Her sister retrieved each of the items from the fridge, walked over to the stove and placed them on the counter. “Thanks for doing this,” she said to Abigail in a hushed voice before placing an arm around her sister and giving her a quick hug.

As Victoria broke her embrace, Abby leaned away from her and brought the spatula in her hand up between them in a snappy motion. “Who are you and where is my sister?” Abigail asked in a curt tone. Victoria honestly wanted to be amicable towards everyone even if it was only for the last day they would all be together, and she was not so naïve to think that she would not have to atone for her behavior and convince the others of her sincerity. Nonetheless, Abby’s disposition still caught her off guard and stung deeply.

“I’m sorry,” said Victoria. After a brief pause she leaned into her sister and admitted softly, “I’ve been a bitch, I know.” Both Mick and Zoe strained to hear her hushed words while doing their best to be nonchalant. “I just want… I’m hoping… I want our last day to be enjoyable,” she further added reticently. Hearing sincerity in her sister’s voice, Abby’s expression softened and she smiled gently. “That would be great,” said Abigail.

Alexis could hear what seemed like friendly banter emanating from the kitchen as she came down the steps. She was in no way expecting to find Victoria sitting there or the four of them being so congenial with one another. Lexi was treated to a chorus of “good morning” when her appearance caught the attention of the foursome. “Good morning to all of you,” she warily replied before inquiring, “Has everyone eaten?” Again the group spoke in near unison, their responses having an unexpected amiable tenor to them.

“Abby made this awesome French toast,” Victoria said in a complimentary manner.

“Is that so?” asked her mother as she walked over and poured herself a cup of coffee.

Alexis whispered to Abigail who was cleaning the countertop, “What did I miss?” “Gift horse mom,” mumbled Abby, “gift horse.”

“Okay well, I need to run into the office for a few hours and get some work done,” declared Alexis.

“Speaking of which,” said Mick, “I need to get back at it myself.” And with that, the unexpected cordial gathering dispersed unceremoniously, each of them heading their own separate way.

Mick was almost finished with his second read-through of the final draft of his English Literature term paper when he heard the all too familiar sound of someone knocking on his door. “Hey,” said Abby as her head popped through the opening door. “How’s it going?” she inquired.

“Actually really well,” Mick replied before further offering, “I think I’m really close to asking you to proof and critique it for me.”

“Can’t wait to read it,” replied Abigail. “Can I interest you in some lunch?” she asked him.

“No thanks, I’m good,” Mick told her. “Still filled from your awesome breakfast,” he told Abby which brought a smile to her face.

Abigail said, “No one seems to be hungry so we were talking about making margaritas and sitting in the hot tub for a while. Come on and join us.”

“Give me a few minutes and I think I will,” he said.

The girls were sitting on the edge of the hot tub with their feet in the water when Mick walked out onto the deck. Victoria shouted, “We saved you a seat!” when she saw him.

Mick Adana Escort sat down across from Tori and gazed at the mostly empty pitcher parked next to her. “You saved me a seat,” he said, “but did you save me anything to drink?” “Of course!” Tori declared.

Mick and Abigail exchanged glances with each other as they watched Victoria fill a glass with unsteady hands. “Here you go,” she said as she passed the cocktail across the hot tub haphazardly. Mick reached out with both hands trying to intercept the glass before any of its contents could end up in the water.

Mick was pleased to see that Victoria was once again sporting her monokini and falling out of it a bit as she leaned forward to pass him a margarita. He was also grateful to find that Zoe’s Jacuzzi attire consisted of a rash guard and board shorts. Abigail however was sporting a very modest bikini and it surprised Mick to discover that she had a rather nice physique.

When Mick realized that he was admiring his dormmate in such a manner it skeeved him out. That struck him as odd when he thought about it, considering that in the past day he had made love to both her mother and older sister and did not have too much of a problem with the thought of either. Mick had come to think of Abigail as a sister so he was thankful when a tipsy Tori slid into the tub and underneath the water prompting Abby do the same.

A half hour and two pitchers later, Alexis walked through the slider and was once again surprised to see all four of her house guests apparently having a good time together. “Looks like everyone is enjoying the day,” she said to the group.

“Change and jump in mom!” Tori suggested, having some difficulty with her words.

“Thank you but you guys have fun for me,” her mother replied.

“I think it’s about time for us to get out anyway,” suggested Abigail.

The group reconvened in the kitchen after having changed out of their wet suits. “I thought we’d use the leftover turkey to make Monte Cristo sandwiches for dinner,” Alexis announced. Victoria replied, “That sounds good mom.”

“Abby can you whip up some more French toast for the sandwiches,” she asked her daughter.

“Of course!” answered Abby before continuing, “And after dinner let’s all play a game of Monopoly!”

Her suggestion was initially met with silence until Tori interjected snidely, “That does not sound like a good idea.”

“Oh come on,” her sister said, “This is the last night we’re all here so let’s do something together.”

After dinner and after much cajoling, everyone agreed to Abby’s request. As she went about jubilantly setting up the game she asked, “Do you want to be the banker mom?”

“No thanks,” replied Alexis.

“But you’re the vice-president at the bank,” her daughter said sounding disappointed.

“Exactly why I don’t want to do it now,” her mom replied emphatically.

From the start it was obvious that Abigail was way more excited about playing the game than any of her opponents. On her first turn she rolled a twelve and shrieked, “Electric Company!”

“Geez Abby,” her sister said looking and sounding perturbed, “stop screaming.”

“Did my sister have a few too many margaritas today?” Abigail asked Tori resulting in her to shooting back, “Just roll your double wise-ass.”

“Enough of that Victoria,” her mother instructed, hoping to avoid her daughter reverting to her previous unfriendly temperament.

Tori’s forehead spent the entirety of the game throbbing in the palm of her hand until she landed on Oriental Avenue and owed Zoe four hundred dollars for the privilege. “Wow, for that slum?” she said disparagingly, to which Zoe nodded yes without uttering a spoken word.

Fact was, Victoria was more than happy to hand over her last property and be out of the game. “Good night everyone,” she said while getting up, “I have an early flight and I still need to pack.”

After an exchanging of good nights the game continued. Mick held Park Place and the Boardwalk with two houses on each but everyone somehow managed to pass over his properties every time around the board. When Lexi once again hop-scotched by and passed Go landing on Community Chest his irritation became quite obvious. “The high-rent district approach seldom works,” stated Abby which only irked him more.

Alexis groaned when she flipped over the card. “I’m being assessed for street repairs… six hundred bucks!” she said with disgust before throwing the card down. Factoring in the two hundred her mom should have collected for passing Go Abby said, “Well you only owe the bank four hundred,” trying to help her find some solace in her misfortune.

“I’m going to have to mortgage all my houses on orange to cover it,” she replied to her daughter.

Lexi’s solvency was short lived because on her next turn she landed on Connecticut Avenue and found herself in need of another six hundred dollars to give to Zoe. “How about I just give you my all my orange properties, Pacific Avenue and the…. thirty-seven dollars I have left?” she offered to her daughter’s friend. Zoe held out her hand Adana Escort Bayan palm up while moving her fingers back and forth signaling for Alexis to pass it all over.

“You do that and she’ll be able to build on the greens,” Abby protested.

Lexi told her youngest, “I have no choice honey.”

Zoe immediately plopped down eighteen hundred bucks and simply said, “Nine houses please.”

On the next trip around, Mick unfortunately found himself visiting Zoey’s newest construction project, and in need of mortgaging Park Place and Boardwalk to pay her for the privilege. “I think your mom and I are effectively out of the game,” he said to Abby.

“First the mathematician, then the bank VP and investment guru,” Abigail snarked in jest.

“Yeah okay, because this isn’t a game or anything,” Mick retorted with a testy tone. “Can we just call it and see which of you has the most money and be done?” he requested.

Abby and Zoe went about the process of liquidating their holdings and calculating their wealth as a disinterested Alexis loaded the dishwasher and Mick checked his cell phone for messages. “I have twenty-two thousand thirty-six,” Abigail announced as she turned to her roommate who was still silently counting her cash. “Almost three thousand,” announced Zoe seconds later.

“What?!” Abigail wailed as she slapped the table drawing everyone’s immediate attention, as this sort of behavior was very uncharacteristic for her.

“The utility company-railroad strategy never works,” Zoe proclaimed in her typically impassive manner before adding, “Being a slum lord however…”

A stupefied Mick locked gazes with Abigail for several seconds–partially because of her own behavior, somewhat because he could not recall Zoe previously speaking at such length, but definitely because Abby had crowed about losing strategies and lost the game, in addition to her throwing shade at him, her mom and sister, capped off by losing to Zoe. He did his best to contain himself but could not stop from bursting forth and snickering due to the situation which was laden with multiple paradoxes.

Abigail demonstrated her unhappiness by grabbing a hotel game piece off of the board and throwing it at Mick which caused him to turn and throw his hands up in an attempt to deflect it which only made him laugh even more. After the second salvo bounced off of his chest he verbally fired back, “Enough Victoria,” which eliciting Abby to grab every game piece within her immediate grasp and frag him relentlessly. She continued to pelt him as he stood up chuckling. “Thanks for the game and good night,” he said as he fled towards his room. “You will be picking those up,” asserted Alexis.

Mick fired up his laptop thinking about what still needed to be done to complete his paper. It was well after 10:00 p.m. and he came to the realization that he did not even have the energy to check his email or Facebook, much less work on the English Lit project. He still needed to pack and wanted to get up early and get a run in before he piled into the car with Abigail and Zoe for the long ride back to school. Overwhelmed by his thoughts and exhausted, he could not fight the urge to get undressed and crawl into bed.

Mick was roused by a sound that he did not even consciously perceive. As he drifted back and forth between being comatose and sentient, he thought he heard something albeit distant and elusive. He wondered if he was dreaming and when he opened his eyes to a bright blur he was not any more or less sure. Mick wiped his eyes trying to clarify his fuzzy vision before reaching for his cell phone on the table. He looked at the screen but could not see the clock.

This time he could tell that it was someone at his bedroom door when the knock came again. Once more Mick looked at this phone and realized that he had forgotten to put it on the charger the night before and it was dead.

He picked his tee shirt up off the floor and put it on, then opened his door expecting to find Abigail standing on the other side. Mick was startled to find Alexis standing there with her arms folded. “Good morning,” she said to him.

She was wearing an exquisite red robe that was embroidered with white cranes and pink dogwood blossoms and by the way it cascaded over her body accenting her figure he surmised it must be real silk. “Um… good morning,” he sputtered in return.

“Abigail said if you weren’t up and about by eight-thirty to knock on your door,” she informed him.

“Thank you,” said Mick, “Looks like my phone died and my alarm didn’t go off.”

Alexis explained to him that Abigail and Zoe had taken Victoria to the airport and her daughter wanted to get started back for school as soon as they returned. When do you expect her back,” he asked Alexis who replied, “Maybe not quite an hour.”

He confessed that he had intended to get up early and go for a run but did not think that he now had enough time to do so, shower and pack before Abby’s return. “I can start the sauna in the shower if you want to sweat,” offered Alexis. “It’s not the sweating,” he told her, “but the Escort Adana cardio.”

Lexi unfolded her arms allowing her robe to fall open which she intentionally had neglected to tie closed. Mick could see that all she was wearing underneath were some lilac-colored panties with ivory lace trim. “Maybe I can help with a quick workout?” Alexis suggested as she reached out and grabbed him by the hand. Mick did not protest as she led him up to her bathroom where she switched on the steam generator.

Alexis turned around and began to kiss Mick. She ran her hands up under his shirt exploring and marveling at his physique before entirely removing his top. Mick reached inside her robe and placed his hands on her waist as he reciprocated her affection. Slowly he slid his hands up her ribcage and squeezed her breasts as he rubbed her stiffening nipples with his thumbs.

Mick grabbed Alexis by the ass and pulled her snuggly against him. It was immediately apparent to Lexi that more than simply her nipples were becoming firm. She dragged her palms down his torso as she knelt down in front of him then pulled his boxers to the floor by the waistband liberating his elongating member.

Alexis had not been able to purge her thoughts of how physically satisfying her initial intertwining with Mick had been. Literally facing another opportunity, she wasted no time taking him into her mouth to quicken his erection so he could fulfill her rapacious yearnings. Lexi sensed her own excitement building as she felt Mick growing harder in her mouth by the second. She stood up shedding her robe, pushed her undies down to the floor, and then shepherded him into the increasingly humid enclosure.

Alexis picked up her damp bath sponge and liberally poured bath gel all over it. Slowly she began to traverse Mick’s chest in a circular motion with it, working up a rich lather as she went. He watched as she wrung out the sponge with both of her hands coating her breasts in suds for his viewing pleasure.

Mick complied when Lexi motioned for him to turn around. She rubbed her soapy tits all over his back before wrapping both of her arms around him. Again she caressed his chest with the sponge and with her free hand, commenced jerking his shaft.

Alexis gently took hold of Mick’s wrists and placed his hands upon the wall which bent him over slightly. She stood there for a moment admiring his sculpted form especially his toned haunches. Starting with his broad shoulders, Lexi ran the sponge back and forth, methodically washing his back as if laving a prized stallion. Once again she squeezed the sponge and watched the bubbles flow down his back then between his ass checks on their way to the drain.

Lexi gave Mick a playful slap across his wet ass causing him to grin, then pressed herself against his back and began to drag her melons side to side across his body in lieu of the sponge. Slowly she slid down Mick’s back and got down on her knees behind him. Lexi reached between his legs, grabbed his stiffening cock and began to stroke him again with her slippery hand. With her other hand, she gently massaged his calf before migrating northwards, exploring his thigh and once again his glutes.

Alexis let go of Mick’s pole and his ass, then grabbed him by the hips and spun him around to face her. After pushing him back against the tiled wall she scooched forward while still on her knees and put his shaft back into her mouth, soapy bubbles and all. Up and down, Lexi bobbed on him for a moment but Mick wanted his turn. He reached down and took hold of her by the shoulders and stood her up.

Mick pulled Alexis to him and pressed his lips against hers and as they kissed, he slowly moved their bodies in a circle as if they were dancing. Mick spun Alexis around so she was now facing away from him. He placed his hands under her forearms, raised them and put Lexi’s hands against the wall exchanging places with her, as it was now his turn. Mick knelt down and beginning just above her ankles, explored up the backs of her legs with the palms of his hands, culminating with a healthy squeeze of her tush.

During their stopover, he had not been able to appreciate in the dark of the night what an absolute incredible body Abigail’s mother possessed, but now Mick marveled at the sight of Lexi’s toned legs and rump, and delighted at the feel of her smooth skin as he ran his hands over her. Mick parted her ass cheeks and inserted his tongue into her quim. Her approval was evident as Alexis widened her stance, arched her back and ground her pussy back against his invading tongue. It did not take long before Mick was unable to restrain himself any further. He stood up and positioned his bulbous head against her labia and began to rub it up and down against her slick portal.

Mick was not the only one who was impatient however. He did not intend to tease Alexis with his dick but to her, it felt like that was exactly what he trying to do. She took the initiative and pushed herself back from the wall and rocked her hips rearwards lancing herself with half of Mick’s spear. Reflexively he thrust forward burying most of the rest of his cock into Lexi who was delighted by the further incursion. “Mmmfff yes!” Alexis professed when Mick grabbed her by both hips and began to slide himself in and out of her. “This seems oddly familiar,” thought Mick, as the situation was very familiar indeed.

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