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We meet up at the bar it was a usual Thursday night. We had both been drinking and had not seen each other at all today. For some reason I had been really craving sex all day and when I started drinking it only get worse. When he walked in I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer all I wanted to do was feel him inside me. I walked up and grabbed his hand and headed for the dance floor. It wasn’t long before i started thinking of excuses to leave.

Without saying a word I walked into his apartment and knew that we both had the same thing on our minds. Standing in the middle of the floor we started making out. He was grabbing at my ass and sliding his hands up and down my body like he forgot what I felt like. I took a step backwards and started with the skimpy shirt I was wearing. Then I shimmied out of those jeans that hug my ass. I was standing in the middle of the living room in just my bra and lacy bright pink thong. I took of my porno indir bra as I turned to walk slowly towards his bedroom. He started pulling off his clothing and within second he was standing behind me. I could feel how hard he was when he came up behind me just as I was reaching the door. He started kissing my neck as I opened the door and flung off my thong. I turn around so that we are now facing each other.

He picks me up and through me down on to the bed. Were we start kissing and grinding up against each other. After a bit of that i role him over and pin him down so I am on top. I slowly move one hand down to his inner leg and give his balls a quick squeeze. As I whisper in his ear, “I am going to run my tongue over every inch of your cock.” I move down and start right at the base making little circles with the tip of my tongue from the bottom working my way just shy of the head. When I get to the head rokettube there is a large glinting drop of pre cum and with a flick I wipe it way. I them take it and rap my lips around the head. At firsts its just the head but with ever stoke I put more and of his pulsating cock into my mouth. I finally take the whole thing down my throat feeling him moan as I slowly pull back up till I am just flicking his head with my tongue. Knowing how close he is to cumming I give him one last suck and start kissing him again keeping him waiting just a bit longer. When he reaches down to start running his fingers between my lips. He slides his hand between my lips and its already wet and slippery just from thinking about how much I want him inside me. He starts with his finger pumping in and out of me while his thumb is rotating in circles over my swollen clit. Before long moves his thumb and starts using his tongue. Back and forth porno then sucking gently as my body jerks uncontrollably with a second of pleasure.

I can’t take waiting any longer I pull his head back up to mine kissing him passionately. I want you inside me.

He is on top of me and I can feel his hard cock starting to enter my wet pussy. It starts out slowly clenching my vagina around just his head. As I get wetter and wetter he thrusts deeper inside me. Final I can feel him all the way inside me. I grab his back and hold him deep for a second before he keeps thrusting as I am rubbing my hips up and down so I can feel every inch sliding along my body. All of a sudden he grabs my body and rolls me on top of him. He gives my ass a good hard slap that echo’s through the room as I start to ride him. I lean forwards so that every time I thrust him deeper into my I am rubbing my perky nipples over his face. Before long he starts grabbing at my ass and pulling on my hips. I cant take it any longer I grind my hips deep into his body and the walls of my vagina start to clench as I cum. Hearing me moan as my body squeezes his cock is to much he starts to pulsate sending warm cum deep inside me.

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I woke the next morning and saw that I was still alone in the bed and I had managed to sleep all night in the ladies clothes although I had planned to get up in the middle of the night and slip into one of my nighties and give Cath a nice surprise when she woke up. I climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. I passed water and brushed my teeth and washed my hands and went down to find Cath.

She was exactly as I had left her the night before and it looked as if she had not even moved. I kissed her on the forehead and she stirred a little bit but she did not wake up. I decided to leave her for the moment and went into the kitchen. I filled the kettle and put it on and went outside and had a cigarette. I usually could plan it so that a cigarette lasted as long as it took the kettle to boil. I heard the kettle click and stubbed out my cigarette and came back into the kitchen.

I made two cups of coffee and took them both into the front room. As tenderly as I could I woke Cath up. I kissed her gently all over her face and she definitely began to wake up. I knew she was definitely awake when she said.

“Stop doing that you daft fucker. You have managed to wake me up now hand me that coffee.”

She sat herself up swung her legs onto the floor and still wrapped in the duvet she took the coffee and had a sip of it.

“Lovely. Just what I needed.” She said.

I took her by the hand and said.

“I love you.”

“I love you too darling.” She responded.

With me sat on the floor looking up at this gorgeous woman we drank our coffee and just generally made chit chat. When the coffee was finished I took her cup from her and asked her if she wanted me to run a bath for her.

“Why do you not run a bath for both of us?” She replied.

I left her alone on the couch and went into the kitchen. Part of the female side of me needed to have a tidy house so I immediately washed and dried the cups and put them back in the cupboard. I then left the kitchen and climbed the stairs to the bathroom. I found the lovely bath foam that Cath only used for special occasions and added some to the bottom of the bath and then I started the water running. I stayed with it until I thought it was full enough for the two of us to get into without causing a typhoon of water to cascade over the side once we climbed in. Once I was satisfied that there was enough water in the bath I went to the bedroom and reluctantly took off my female clothes and wrapped myself in one of Cath’s housecoats.

The silk of the housecoat aroused me and I began to get an erection. I touched my cock and it became even more erect. I had to do something about this. I went downstairs and stood in front of Cath with my erection sticking up under the housecoat.

“Now then pretty boy. I see you like the feel of silk against your naked body.”

I opened the housecoat and showed her the full extent of the arousal I was feeling. I was now throbbing and my erection had begun to hurt. It needed some relief. Cath beckoned me forward.

She opened her mouth and I fed my cock into it. She took all of it and began to suck on it. She stuck out a hand and began to fondle my balls. Nice and slowly went her mouth. Up and down my cock it went. I wanted her to make me cumm but that usually only happened when she wanked me furiously but she was discovering new techniques. It seemed like we both were going through a journey of discovery of our sexuality. She was teaching herself a new technique for sucking my cock and I was loving it.

It actually felt like she was making love to my cock rather than fucking it. I was in sexual heaven and she was taking me to a new level of sexual sensation. What was best was that although I was very aroused her technique was stopping me from cumming. She wanted to show that she was in control- at least with me. On and on she sucked my cock and then she gently went from massaging my balls to squeezing them. She was controlling when I would cumm. I could feel the cumm begin to rise up my shaft until it reached the head of my cock and then with a final squeeze of my balls I began to cumm in her mouth. She knew what was happening so was prepared for it and swallowed all of it. When I had finished cumming she removed my cock from her mouth and licked her lips.

“Mmm that was good.” She said.

“Love the taste of your cumm. Have tasted other men’s cumm over the years but yours is by far the tastiest.”

I blushed at the compliment and closed the housecoat. I pulled the duvet off of her and took her by the hand. I was a little jealous because she looked better and sexier in her outfit than I did. What could I expect? I had a male figure and was never going to look good in female clothes but I loved them so much. I picked her up and took her up the stairs and laid her down on the bed. I then began to undress her getting another erection as her naked body revealed itself to me.

“Have you forgotten about the bath?” She asked.

“That can wait.” I replied.

Once türkçe altyazılı porno she was naked I began to take off the housecoat.

“Keep it on and just open it up.” She said.

I did as I was told and climbed onto the bed. I snugged into her and watched as she began to play with her naked pussy. She stroked her finger up and down her pussy and was soon beginning to pant a little bit. She then inserted the finger into her pussy and began to masturbate herself. I did nothing I just watched her. God it was a sexy sight. In and out her finger moved. She was now fully aroused and bucking her hips to push her finger deeper into herself. Soon I saw a tear escape from the corner of her eye and I knew that she was cumming. Only if she was really aroused did she let out a scream but this was just a Sunday morning wank. She pulled her finger out of herself and licked herself clean. I thought we were going to go on and make love but she turned to me and said.

“Let’s go and bathe.”

I reluctantly turned over and climbed off the bed and dropped the housecoat onto the floor. Naked I walked to the bathroom and climbed into the bath. I watched as just as naked Cath followed and climbed in. Thankfully we had a bath that had the taps on the side of it so neither of us had that discomfort to look forward to and we could both relax. We laid there for a while and said nothing and just enjoyed the warmth of the water and the softness of the bubbles against our skin but in this new era of openness there were a few questions that I wanted to ask Cath. Some of them were about yesterday but some of them were about the past.

“Darling can I talk to you?” I said.

She opened her eyes and pushed herself up in the bath. She could tell from the quivering tone in my voice that this was going to be an awkward conversation. She had a past that was a bit colourful and she thought I knew nothing about it but then she realised that I was not daft. I had a mental illness but I was not daft. There would have been signs over the years yet she wondered why I chosen now to broach the subject.

I cleared my throat and managed to calm myself and then I said.

“How many men have you had affairs with since we have been married and were any of them friends of mine?”

Cath sat there for a moment and then she began to speak.

“I have had four lovers since we have been married and I had sex with one of your friends before we got married. I will tell you all about them now because you have asked and we have crossed a barrier in our marriage.”

“It was your friend Colin that I sex with. We were having a party when you got a little drunk and fell asleep on the couch. I got up to leave you to sleep it off and I walked into the kitchen and Colin was there with a girl. It was not his girlfriend but she was on her knees sucking him off. I should have just turned around and walked away but there was something arousing and so naughty about it that I was drawn to watch.”

“I poured myself a glass of white wine and propped myself up against the kitchen wall. Colin opened his eyes and saw me watching them and said.”

“Take your jeans and knickers off Cath and masturbate because it is only going to get hotter in here. He had such a dominant tone to his voice that I found myself putting down the glass of wine and unbuttoning my jeans and taking them off along with my knickers. I stood there against the wall for just a moment then I began to masturbate. As the girl on her knees sucked his cock I began to play with myself. I was transfixed and had an orgasm when he came in the girl’s mouth. He pulled the girl off his cock and just discarded her.”

“He approached me and pushed me quite hard back against the wall of the kitchen. I was surprised when he then started kissing me. He was quite rough and this just seemed to turn me on. You had always treated me like a lady but this was something that was new to me and I actually enjoyed it. He was actually being really rough with me and I was getting turned on. There must be something wrong with me I thought.”

” Then as we were kissing he picked me up and placed me onto his cock. I was surprised when he just slid in. I was that slick that he just slid in and then he began to fuck me. There was no love here this was just sex. He fucked me hard and fast and because he had cumm in the girl’s mouth he seemed to go on for ages and I had orgasm after orgasm and I began to wilt and would have fallen off of his cock if he had not been holding onto me. He eventually came in my pussy and he just plonked me on the floor and left me alone in the kitchen.”

I managed to stagger to my feet and get dressed and then I reached for my glass of wine and took a large gulp to try and calm my nerves. I went back to the party and managed to get you upstairs and stripped off and tucked into bed. I went back downstairs to re-join the party but it soon began to wane and I was left alone with my glass xnxx of wine and my thoughts. I mulled over in my mind what had happened and could not get a handle on it. I had just let a man have sex with me and I had found that I loved it and I wanted more of it and I wanted to find out more about it. I went to the computer and turned it on and whilst it warmed up I went and got another glass of wine.”

“I trawled the internet for a couple of hours looking at adult sites and reading stories along the same lines as what had happened to me and found that I was what was known as a submissive. Having got a diagnosis I turned the computer off and joined you in bed determined that when you had gone in the morning I would research it further. I could not believe it in the morning when you woke up and you had an erection. We made love that morning with Colin’s spunk still in my pussy.”

“When you had gone I had a shower and cleaned yours and Colin’s spunk out of me and then I got dressed and went downstairs. I switched the computer on and made myself a cup of coffee and then I spent the morning researching all about being a submissive. It was interesting yet shocking to me. I resolved that I would keep it quiet from you and never did anything about it again until after we had married in fact I thought the feelings were gone and it was a one off.”

“I was in love with you and when we were in bed you were so tender that I fooled myself into thinking that it was just a young adult thing and would never happen again. Then one night I was invited out by the girl’s in the office for a few drinks. I rang you to let you know that I would be late home and what I was doing and you said that would be fine. We were in a bar when I noticed that a man was looking at me. Some of the other girl’s noticed as well and imbibed with alcohol they encouraged me to go and chat to him even though they knew that I was married. I downed the glass of wine that I had and plucked up the courage to go and chat to him. As I did I noticed that the girl’s had got up and left and I was alone with this man.”

“He took me to a quiet corner of the bar and we chatted and then all of a sudden he just said.”

“Suck my cock.”

“I was shocked at his words but my pussy gave me away. It began to leak juice. I actually found myself putting down my drink and getting down on my knees in the bar. I undid the zipper on his trousers and fished out his cock. It was not a monster but it was bigger than you. I masturbated it for a couple of minutes before he said.”

“Just get on and suck it bitch.”

“I did what I was told to do. I opened my mouth and took his cock into it and it felt amazing. I was now wetting my knickers and I did not care if you found them or not when you were doing the washing. I was enjoying being told what to do. My old submissive side came out again. It had lain buried for so long and now it was ripping free from my body. I took his cock and worked on it until he came in my mouth. He made sure that I swallowed all his cumm and then he said.

“You are coming home with me.”

“I just nodded in agreement. I looked lovingly up at him and then I stood up and followed him out of the bar. He ordered a taxi and once we were in the back of it he turned to me and said.”

“Strip naked.”

“I did not care that the taxi driver was watching the action going on in the back of his cab. I stripped off all my clothes and handed them to him. He just opened the taxi window and threw them out. He allowed me to keep my stockings and heels and handbag. We arrived at his house and he said to the taxi driver.”

“How much mate?”

“For that show you can have it free.” He replied.

“Cheers.” He said.

“He opened the door of the taxi and told me to get out and walk up to the door of his home. Without thinking about it I did what I was told. Naked apart from stocking and heels I got out of the taxi and walked to his front door. I was conscious of being naked but I did not care. I was being controlled by a man and I loved it. As I walked up his path I was covered in goose bumps, my nipples were red raw from the cold and pussy was leaking juice down my leg. I am sorry darling but he had me. That night he had sex with me in positions I never knew existed.”

“By the time that he finished with me that night I was exhausted. You were still working in those days so I got home and slept the day away and had a shower and made myself look decent before you got home. I actually made you a romantic dinner that night and made love to you afterwards even though I was sore. That was the start of the affair and it lasted for eighteen months before he found someone else. He had turned me into a complete submissive cumm slut and after that things were never the same. For a while I had one night sex but I never felt sated. I loved to be controlled. I found a magazine for subs and managed to find another master and then when he had finished with me I found another and then another.”

I porno izle was used and abused by these men and each of them taught me more and more about the role of the submissive and I fell deeper and deeper into that world.”

Suddenly she stopped talking and I just looked at her.

“When did the last one finish with you? I asked.

“I finished with him last night because Madame Fantasy told me too but I will talk to you about that over breakfast.”

With that she cleansed herself and got out of the bath. I just sat there stunned and realised that although I loved my wife I knew nothing about her. I laid there and cried and then I got out of the bath. I dried myself and went to the bedroom where Cath was finishing getting dressed. I noticed how sexy she looked. I did not know what underwear she had on but she a black blouse on that was a size too small and accentuated her breasts and a mini- skirt that just about covered her arse and a pair of stockings.

“Do you think Madame Fantasy will like?” She asked.

I looked at her and said.

“I am sure that Madame Fantasy will be very pleased with what you have got on.”

“I have laid your clothes out. Get dressed and come down for breakfast and I will talk to you some more.”

With that she left the room and I was alone. I looked at the bed and saw what I had to wear today. First of all I noticed the lingerie that was laid there. It was mine. I had worn it often enough so I knew that she had been in my suitcase. I pulled it out and saw that she had broken the lock and got into my case. She had chosen a red bra and matching knickers and stockings and suspender belt for me to wear under a black cocktail dress that she must have bought yesterday. I put the clothes on and went downstairs to join my wife for breakfast. I now felt comfortable wearing female clothes in her presence and when I walked in she whistled at me.

“You look gorgeous now sit did and I will finish making your breakfast.”

She served me my breakfast and she sat down across from me with a coffee. There was a silence at first and then I said.

“So what happened with Madame Fantasy yesterday that made you dump your master?”

Cath placed her coffee cup down on the table and then she began to speak.

“Well you know that I went into that Department Store to do some shopping. Well you would not have noticed but we had already been in that store and I had marked out the clothes that I wanted to buy. I have to admit I got some strange looks from the assistants who saw me buying the same clothes in different sizes. I gathered all the goods together and paid for them and left the shop and then I decided that I wanted to buy some lingerie. I had looked at the size you wore earlier and had an idea of what you liked but I wanted to buy you bespoke so I walked up and down the corridors checking out the lingerie shops but none of them did bespoke so I would leave and look for another.”

“Eventually after what seemed like an age and thinking that you would be getting pissed off I went down this small corridor and right at the bottom I found Madame Fantasy Boutique- Specialists in Bespoke Lingerie. Perfect I thought. I went inside and checked out the goods that she had to offer. They were gorgeous and made of the finest material and there was so much that I wanted to buy but I wanted you there with me. I went to one of the assistants and asked if the owner was about. She disappeared behind a screen and came back with an oldish lady who introduced herself as Madame Fantasy and asked.”

“How can I help you madam?” She asked.

“Have you got somewhere private we could talk?” I responded.

“We could go to my office.” She said.

“She walked away from the shop counter and I followed her. We went down a small corridor until we came to an office marked private. She took a key and opened it and showed me in and told me where to sit. She was telling me what to do and I was the customer and I was getting a little wet. It did not occur to me that she was a dominant I just thought that she was a little brusque. I took the seat that she had shown me to and waited whilst she went behind her desk. She placed her elbows on the desk and propped her head in her hands and said.”

“So what can I help you with madam?”

“I started my conversation with her. Well I have a husband and I have discovered that he likes to wear woman’s clothing. He has a full suitcase of them and apparently as soon as I go to work he slips into them. Well I found about his little fetish yesterday and I actually found that it turned me on. We talked about it and I discovered that I was getting aroused and I wanted to make love to him. He is ever so tender and we have never had sex we always make love. Anyway I digress Madame.”

“I decided that I liked his little fetish so much that I wanted to join him in it and so today I have brought him here so that we could some shopping for him. What he does not know is that is have bought the exact same outfits as him but in my size so each day we can be co-ordinated. To top it off I wanted to treat him to some new lingerie but I could not find a bespoke shop that would cater for both of us until I stumbled upon your boutique. Do you think you could help Madame?”

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I woke up early, which was unusual, considering it was the weekend. I turned over to find Jon facing the other direction, laying on his side. I snuggled up close to him and rested my arm on his hip and thigh, he didn’t move at all. I moved even closer, pressing my breasts up against his bare back. I moved my hand to his muscular stomach and gently ran my fingers around his belly button. I could see that he was starting to get excited, although he still wasn’t awake. I continued to tease him until a smile stretched across his beautiful face. He turned to me and said he thought he was dreaming. He turned around and started to kiss my neck. Then out of no where he took my hands and held them above my head with one hand and straddled me, sitting up. He told me that it was now his turn to tease me.

As he held my hands together he took his free hand and managed to take off my top. He started to kiss me again on my neck and rub my breasts. I could obviously tell that he was ready to get things going, as was I, but he wouldn’t give in so quickly. As he was tweaking my nipples and gently pulling and everything else that could be done, I managed to kiss him. I tried to show him how I wanted him to kiss me, I knew he was getting to that point, I just had to be patient.

He now held both my hands with his and continued his kisses to my breasts. Not forgetting to pay special attention to my sensitive and erect nipples. He followed the path down the middle of my stomach until he reached the top of my underwear. I was so ready to tear the black lace hd porno thong off, but at this point I was not the one in control. He let go of my hands and I did not resist him having this control, I left my hands the way they were. He reached up under me and let my body guide his hands along my back and to my butt. He wrapped the straps of the thong around his fingers, slowly and gently he pulled them down. By the time they reached my knees I kicked them off. I couldn’t take it anymore. With one hand cupping my ass, he took his other hand and started to rub my pussy lips together, oh so gently. He knew I was ready, I was wet as could be. He loved to play this game with me though, and I had to admit, I loved it even more. He then started with his tongue and defined my most holy area. After what seemed like an eternity, he was eating me out. I was so into that I moved my hips with his rhythm. Wanting him to go deeper into me, wanting the real thing. Then out of no where his fingers that were gently playing with my clit, made their way inside me. As his fingers were inside me, doing what seemed what they do best, he moved up closer to me, bringing me up towards him. He seems to know my body better than I do. I am almost sitting up and feverishly kissing him. Holding onto him, wanting him so ever more. Then it hits me. He hit that spot that only he has been able to truly find. My toes curl up and I can barely see a thing. I let myself go and cum starts to flow. I fall back down, unable to hold myself up any longer. Jon pulls his fingers out of me, my sex izle cum soaking his fingers. As he comes down to me to kiss me I push him off. It’s his turn now.

I push him down so that he’s laying on the bed and I’m on top of him. There is not one aggressor in this relationship, it’s equal opportunity. He is more than ready to go, just like I was. I pull off his boxers and straddle him, starting just above his knees. As I crawl up towards him, he puts his hands behind his head, enjoying my performance. His cock is erect like a space shuttle, ready to launch. As I move up towards him I let the head of his big fat cock rub up against and between my tits. I rock back and forth, letting his cock find the passage between them. I give him a sly look as I continue to move forward. Letting his cock follow down the middle of my stomach, stopping just before my clit. I tease him with a passionate kiss as I lower my hips and ass. Knowing I am in full control now, I rest my pussy lips on the shaft of his thick cock. As I slowly rock my body back and forth, allowing my wet pussy lips to stroke his cock, I take his head into my hands and kiss him like you see in the movies. He takes his hands and grabs my ass. Wanting to enter in me, I pull back and sit up. He’s not giving in this quickly. I take my sexy kisses and move down his body, making sure my hands explore every inch of his sculpted body.

When my kisses reach his erect cock, I wrap my lips around the tip and ever so gently lick the tip. I take in his thick cock in my mouth. I take him altyazılı porn all the way as I massage his balls in my hand. I suck and deep throat him like I never have before. I can tell that he is ready to cum and do my best to keep up the rhythm. As he cums I take in every bit of it.

By now I am ready to have him again and continue taking control. I rest my wet pussy on the shaft of his cock again. He is more than willing to accept me. I take hold of his thick cock and guide it into my pussy. Without surprise it takes it in. He grabs my breasts and rubs them, paying close attention to my hard nipples. As I ride his cock I do a new little trick. I squeeze my kegel muscles and his gorgeous smile appears on his face again. He then leans up towards me and holds me close. Before I know it he throws me down, all while managing to stay deep inside me. I’ve surrendered and he has taken control of me now. He grabs onto the headboard with one hand and pushes himself deeper inside me where I have to arch my back to accept him deep. He is pushing himself deeper and faster into me that my head starts hit the head board. He lays himself on top of me and my hands explore every inch of his back. As our rhythms combine and the faster we pump each other, we are both getting close to cumming for a second time. I can feel his warm cum coming out of his cock as his thrusts subside. He cums even harder now than when he came in my mouth. As his thrusts slow down some, it makes me cum as well. As we both are done cumming, he rests on top of me, not even pulling out his cock covered in both our juices. He kisses me more tenderly now and moves my sweaty matted hair away from my forehead. He tells me that this was the most perfect way to wake up in the morning. I couldn’t agree any less.

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It’s early morning on a Sunday and we’re both not working today. I slowly wake up and gaze at you for a few seconds, you look so hot and sexy as you sleep.

I’m feeling very horny and I want something for breakfast mmm something wet, juicy, hot, intoxicating, succulent. I start stroking your inner thigh, very softly so as not to wake you, going gradually higher until I can feel the warmth of your sex. I trace an outline around your juicy lips ever so softly.

You murmur in your sleep: a sweet sexy sigh as I gently ease your pussy lips apart and start exploring your juicy honey pot; already nice and wet I see, just the way I like it baby. Now your body is beginning to respond to my touch but I don’t want to wake you yet; there’s a certain way I want to do that this morning.

I slide down under the covers and rest my head on your inner thigh right next to your pussy, breathing in her intoxicating scent. I gently and slowly lick from your hot wet opening, all the way up one side of your juicy wet lips ending by swirling my tongue around your awakening clit.

Now your hot sex is making lots of juicy love honey for me…mmm I take a long, luxurious lick, I love licking your hot pussy so much, I can’t get enough of her intoxicating wetness! I slide my gerçek porno tongue gently inside your hot sex opening, enjoying the half-asleep sighs that are beginning to escape from your soft kissable lips.

Your legs fall open as you begin to awaken from your slumber and I thrust my tongue deep into your sex until my nose is rubbing against your clit; your hips begin to gently gyrate, grinding my face against your wetness as I slide my tongue in and out of you. Your clit is fully awake now even though you’re not and I begin pressing your hot love button as your sexy sighs grow louder. My face is now sticky with your love juices; I can’t get enough.

I slide two fingers deep inside your pussy and take your little pleasure pad into my mouth, sucking, licking, gently pulling at her with my lips; wow those hips are really rockin’ and rollin’ now and you spread your legs even wider. Suddenly, you grab my head and shove it so deeply into your hot juicy intoxicating wetness! Your juices are really flowing now; your wet pussy grinds against my face as your juices run down over the top of your thighs.

Baby, let me clean that up for you. I gyrate my fingers inside your hot love tunnel as I lick all the juices off your thighs, enjoying gay porno the hot sexy squelching sounds your hot pussy is making. I begin to eat your whole pussy out with sudden intensity as you tighten your thighs around my head pulling me even deeper into your ready and waiting sex…wow! As they say, if your mouth, nose, eyes, indeed your whole face isn’t saturated with pussy juice then you’re doing it wrong; my entire face is covered in your delicious sex juices.

Your body begins to tighten and you’re driving me wild – even as I do the same to you – with the gloriously sexy moans you’re making as your pussy begins to tighten, you can feel the orgasm building up inside you like an earthquake! I love it when you cum…cum for me, baby…yeah that’s it mmm come on honey…cum all over my face! Ohhhh!! The orgasm hits you like a tidal wave of sexual electricity that courses through your entire body. Your pussy and inner thighs are quivering like jelly; during this, my cock has grown insanely hard. He’s so big and thick for you and is getting very jealous of my tongue and fingers.

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Mmmm this feels so good, feeling your hot wetness embracing, kissing my cock, feeling every contour, every ridge inside your hot sex tunnel as I slide in and out of you, the bed rocking with the sheer intensity of our sex as I begin a mixture of deep luxurious and quick more shallow thrusts that drives you wild!

“Keep going baby! I’m cumming…I’m cumming…yes, YES…YEAAARRHHHHHGGGG!” Oh my God I’ve never heard a more sexy or raw or animalistic sound in my life! Wow! I begin to pound you harder and harder, the bed rocking even as we’re rocking each other’s world as your hands and your nails dig into my back. Your thighs tighten around me with a strength you’re not usually capable of and my cock is covered, immersed in your hot pussy honey…aaaaggghh…I explode like a volcano and earthquake all rolled into one as I shoot spurt after spurt after spurt of hot cum deep inside your juicy pussy…wow…that was amazing! Your pussy quivers around my cock, squeezing every last drop of hot love juice out of it even as yet another earth-shattering orgasm overwhelms your entire system…ohhhh wow! We gaze deeply into each other’s sexed up eyes, you have the dazed, spaced out expression of a woman in sexual ecstasy who has just had her brains fucked out.. Wow baby, what an amazing way to start the day!

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When Brad and Traci first started dating, all of their friends predicted it would never last. Traci’s friends pointed out the difference in their ages (Traci was 23 while Brad was 31), the difference in their backgrounds (she was from a stable, well-to-do family, he from a struggling, single-parent household), their education (she was a college grad, he a college dropout) and the fact that Traci’s boyfriends never seemed to stick around for very long.

Brad’s friends pointed to their different personalities (he was bold, and confident, she quiet and shy), their different ambitions (he managed a bicycle shop, she was a waitress–with a BA in business management!), and the fact that Brad’s girlfriends never seemed to stick around for very long.

So far, both groups had been wrong. In fact, from Brad’s viewpoint, all those things that their friends had pointed out as negatives were in fact positives. Over the last few years his girlfriends had all been dynamic, energetic, even wild personalities. It was fun for a while, but the relationships always seemed to burn out in a white heat. He was ready for something a little more low key and he was willing to be patient and let things develop at their own pace.

Traci was a different matter. She so wanted a stable and comfortable (and passionate!) relationship with a man. But she harbored one dark secret that made it impossible for her to be truly comfortable in an intimate relationship. Well, it had been a dark secret for many years, but a night of a few too many margaritas with her girlfriends had finally loosened the bonds that held that secret in its dark place. Sitting in a circle on her friend Emily’s living room floor and trading first-time stories, they finally pried it out of her. Traci’s friends had long sensed her reticence about sexual matters. Emily, who had known Traci since high school, also knew that something had changed after her first year of college. In high school she had been popular, not in a slutty way, but outgoing and vivacious. Boys liked her and she dated a lot. Emily didn’t think Traci had actually slept with any of her boyfriends, but it was clear that she had fun with them. After that first year of college, though, she seemed to become more withdrawn and somber. Emily knew something had happened, but she didn’t know what and she knew better than to push Traci. She knew she would eventually open up to her. Except, after all these years, she still hadn’t.

Sitting across from Traci and Emily in the circle of giggling young women and half-empty salt-rimmed glasses, Sandy was finishing a tale of one of her exploits, wherein she described waking up, rather hung over, in the bed of the roommate of her date’s friend, who had kindly supplied the needed trysting spot when both Sandy and her date’s dwellings lacked the needed privacy. Her date had to take off fairly early the next morning, leaving Sandy with a kiss and instructions to pull the door firmly shut behind her when she left. After drifting off to sleep for a while longer, Sandy described waking again to find an unfamiliar boy standing in the doorway of the room looking at her. “Hello, strange person in my bed who I’ve never seen before,” he greeted her. Sandy was so horrified, tired, and muddled, all she could think to say was, “Sorry, didn’t mean to freak you out!” and pulled the covers over her head to go back to sleep.

As Sandy finished her story, about her fifth one of the night (her “first-time” story had been several margaritas ago), the circle erupted in laughter and refills were distributed all around.

“What about you Traci? You’re the last one left,” Sandy urged.

“Oh, you don’t want to hear about my boring sex life,” Traci said.

Sandy pressed, as was her style. “Oh no, you don’t get off that easy! Your first time is the exit toll. You don’t leave here without that story! Here, maybe some liquid courage will loosen your tongue,” she added, refilling Traci’s glass yet again.

“No really, it’s just not worth hearing about. You’ll all just fall asleep,” Traci said trying to deflect the effort to make her talk.

“Didn’t you go to a lot frat parties when you were a freshman at school?” prodded Terri, who had met Traci their first year in college.

“Well, yeah,” replied Traci hesitantly.

“A lot of cute boys at those parties,” Terri persisted. “Maybe at one of those?”

Traci’s defenses, weakened by tequila, triple sec, and too many years of subterfuge, began to weaken.

“Well, yes, actually, but it wasn’t very nice.”

The lively spirit in the room immediately dampened.

“What happened sweetie?” asked Sandy, who, for all her bravado and exploits, truly cared for her friends, and especially this quiet girl with sad eyes who she had been trying to bring out of her shell for years now.

“Well,” Traci continued in a shaky voice, “it was one of the spring frat parties and my date kept telling me he wanted to do it with me, but I wasn’t sure I wanted him to be the first. I don’t Porno remember how I got there, but I remember waking up in one of the bedrooms upstairs. I was in bed and didn’t have any clothes on. My date was sitting on the side of the bed pulling on his shirt. ‘Time to hit the road, blondie,’ was all he said, tossing my clothes at me. As I sat up, I realized I was wet down there and I could see some blood stains on the sheets. I don’t even remember it. I never saw the guy again.”

Traci broke into sobs.

“That bastard!” from all around.

The girls all gathered around Traci and hugged her and said soothing things as Traci cried it out.

After that evening, Traci became the group’s “project”. Objective A: be there for her no matter what. Objective B: try to help her build back her confidence. Objective C: find the right guy.

“A” was easy. “B” was a bit less quantifiable, but each girl took extra care to be affirmative with Traci and counter any negativity with positive support.

“C” was the hard part and for many months went unfulfilled. It was Sandy, who was two years older than the rest of the group, who provided the connection with Brad. Sandy had actually dated Brad a couple of years before. It was great while it lasted, but neither of them seemed to have the desire to make it permanent and after a few months they broke things off, relatively painlessly, as it turned out. Sandy still wistfully recalled their lovemaking, however, which had been passionate and tender at the same time. She had admired Brad’s energy, but also a certain calmness about him. It wasn’t that he seemed so certain about the path of his life, but he seemed certain that wherever it led, he would be OK with it.

So when Sandy ran into Brad a few months after Traci’s confession, she was reminded of the things she liked about him and thought maybe, just maybe, this was the guy who could lead Traci out of her dark place.

Sandy told Emily and Terri of her plan. They somewhat hesitantly agreed to arrange a meeting, but it was decided that it should be a group date, to minimize the pressure and keep expectations low.

Afterwards, everyone pretty much agreed it had been a disaster. They had met at a downtown club. Sandy and Terri brought their boyfriends. Emily, who wasn’t dating anyone at the time, came alone and Brad brought a friend. Terri’s boyfriend Jim didn’t like Brad. Emily didn’t like Brad’s friend. It was hard to tell what Traci thought about Brad, or vice versa, but no one saw any sparks fly. On the whole, the evening felt awkward, no one had a particularly good time, everyone drank too much to try to disguise their discomfort and the evening ended early.

Meeting for lunch the next day, the three co-conspirators debriefed each other.

“If I ever have another evening like that, it will be too soon,” sighed Emily.

“I was afraid Jim was going to punch out Brad,” Terri complained. “What was with that, anyway? Did Brad say something I missed?”

“Honey, I just think Jim’s got issues,” Sandy replied. “I think you need to find yourself another man.”

“Well, that’s easy for you to say. You never seem to have any trouble finding men. Me, on the other hand. . .”

“Girls, girls,” scolded Emily. “Remember, this isn’t about us, it’s about Traci. And I don’t think last night got us any closer to our goal.”

“What was I thinking?” Sandy chastised herself. “He’s too old for her, their personalities aren’t matched. I was just dreaming.”

“Oh, don’t be so hard on yourself,” Emily reassured her. “You tried. Last night may have been a failure, but we can’t give up. Traci deserves better.”

Everyone glumly agreed and resolved to keep looking for Mr. Right.

Given what had transpired, Emily was stunned when Traci casually mentioned to her a few weeks later that she and Brad were dating!

“Traci, that’s great!” Emily exclaimed with forced enthusiasm. “I didn’t realize that you two had hit it off. Things seemed pretty tame the night we all went out.”

“Well, I thought he seemed nice, even if I could hardly hear a word he said from all the noise in the club. I gave him my phone number before we left and he called.”

Traci hesitated. “I think it’s getting, kind of, serious.”

Emily sat on her couch with a plop. They were in Emily’s apartment and had been planning to go see a movie together.

“Do you think we could have a glass of wine before we go?” Traci asked.

Emily practically leapt off the couch.

“You bet!”

Emily trotted into the kitchen and returned with two glasses of white wine. To her astonishment, Traci practically downed her glass in one long draught and held out her empty glass to Emily.

“Do you have some more?”

Emily retrieved the bottle this time and set it on the coffee table after refilling Traci’s glass.

Traci sipped at her wine a little more discretely this time around. Emily had the sense that Traci had something she needed to unload, but she Altyazılı Porno was, as usual, holding back.

Emily tried to help her along.

“So, have the two of you seen each other very much?”

“Well, we’re starting to, especially the last couple of weeks. You know, he’s really cute and, well, hot, but he’s also really laid back and, well, patient. I mean, he’s really dynamic and everything. I mean, he’s got that bicycle shop he manages and he races and he’s athletic and all, but he’s also really peaceful in a certain way. And he’s never pushy, he just lets things happen or not happen between us, which is, you know, important for me.”

Emily just nodded and refilled Traci’s glass.

“So I kind of feel comfortable around him like I never have with a real man before.”

“Trace, that’s great. So you want to keep on seeing him?”

Traci nodded and looked thoughtfully at her glass for a few seconds.

“Em, have you, um, well, when you’re with a guy, can you, uh, do you, like. . .”

Traci took a big swig from her glass and Emily immediately refilled it.

Traci took another swallow while Emily silently observed her.

Traci went on, “Can you, you know, get off when you’re with a guy?”

Traci hurriedly took another swallow and looked anxiously across the rim of her glass at her friend.

“Well, it kind of depends, but, if it’s the right guy, yeah, usually. Not always when we’re having intercourse, but sometimes. But there’s always oral sex or just fondling each other. It just kind of depends.”

Traci looked thoughtful for a while.

“I really think I want to do it with Brad, but I don’t want to disappoint him.”

“Oh, Trace, you won’t disappoint him. If he’s as nice as you say he is, that won’t happen.”

“That’s not quite what I mean. I think I know Brad well enough now to know that he doesn’t just want to get off. He’ll want me to get off. I think he’ll really want that. And I don’t know if I can.”

“Why do think that, Trace? If you really like him. . .”

“Well, you know, ever since the . . . the thing that happened at school I’ve had trouble having an . . . trouble getting off. You know, before then. . .”

Traci gulped down some more wine and Emily refilled her glass again.

“Before then I never had trouble, you know, enjoying myself. I kind of enjoyed it . . . a lot.”

Emily was dumbfounded by this confession. Traci had never come close to divulging this much intimate information about herself before. It occurred to her that ever since Traci had revealed her secret, she was truly trying to get past it, to live a life she had had to keep hidden from herself to avoid the pain and humiliation of that night. It was also becoming apparent that Traci was a far more sensual and sexual person than she had imagined. A person who was just now trying to come to grips with her own passions.

“Well, nothing wrong with that,” Emily reassured her. “I like that, too. Matter of fact, right now my best friend friend is a nice long purple guy in my night stand drawer–um, second-best friend,” she added, with a wink.

Traci smiled at that, then went on.

“Before the, incident, I could get off lots of ways–my fingers, a stream of water, a dildo, whatever. I always dreamed of having a guy do those things to me. But afterwards, I couldn’t at all for a long time. Now, I need a really strong vibrator, that’s all that will work. I don’t want to have to use that with Brad. I don’t want that between us, at least not at first. I just want him and me. And if it’s just him and me, I don’t think I can do it, you know, come.”

“Trace, I’m really, really glad to hear about how you feel about Brad. I’m thrilled. It seems like you really have a connection. I think that you just have to trust that if he has been this patient, he’ll continue to be patient for you. There’s no rush. Just let it happen. I know that’s easier said than done, but you just have to trust that it can happen with time and love.”

“Well, I don’t know. I just want the first time, the real first time, to be special,” Traci said.

After a pause, she jumped abruptly from her seat, “Well, let’s go see that movie. You’re driving!”

A few days later Emily convened a meeting of the Traci support group. She was doubtful at first about revealing such intimate information given to her in confidence, but she felt she needed the input of the others to be able to help Traci.

After she had summarized what Traci had told her, Terri and Sandy were speechless for many seconds. Finally, Sandy piped up.

“Wow, who would have guessed?” she exclaimed. “That girl has something going on inside, and we’ve got to help her get it out. I think you gave her good advice, Em, but I also think it’s important that her first time be as special as it can be. And I do think Brad’s the guy that can make it happen, but he’ll need some direction. He’s pretty tuned in to people’s feelings, his hunky exterior notwithstanding, Brazzers but I think even he will need a little nudging to make this a success. Do you both trust me to handle Brad?”

Two nods.

“Good. Em, here’s what I need from you. I need to you keep Traci talking. Try to find out if she still wants this to happen. And you when it you think Traci’s ready to make it happen, you need to let me know. If they’re going on a date and you think Traci wants that to be the night, I need to know. Then I’ll work with Brad. Deal?”

“OK,” Emily assented. “Deal!” ———— On the way to Brad’s, Traci wondered why he had asked her to drive to his place. In the past, Brad had always picked up Traci when they went out on a date. And for tonight he had promised that she would dine “in the most exclusive restaurant in town.” So if tonight was so special, why was she driving? She was puzzled just to the point of being slightly irked.

And speaking of irked, what on earth was up with Em? Ever since Traci’s little confession about seeing Brad, Em just wouldn’t let it rest. OK, OK, maybe she was just trying to be a good friend and make sure she didn’t get hurt, but one of Em’s great virtues, at least in Traci’s eyes, was her discretion, her willingness to let sleeping dogs lie. It was one reason she had remained so close to her over all these years. She knew that Em wouldn’t try to dig up what was best left buried.

Well, now that cat was out of the bag, too, so maybe Em felt she had a right to know everything. She had even wheedled out of her that tonight might be the night that things went all the way with Brad.

The last thought distracted Traci from her irritation with Emily and started her stomach churning. Deep down she knew she just couldn’t go through with it. Maybe she should just break it off with Brad now and get it over with. He was a nice guy, but she’d never be the free and lighthearted lover that he deserved. She’d always have a cloud following her and no reason he should get rained on, too.

Traci pulled into the driveway of Brad’s modest little rent house. She could hear the dogs barking from just inside as she walked up the path to the front door. Brad opened the door just as she put up her fist to rap and Boomer and Mo came rushing out to meet her. Boomer greeted her by sticking his nose into her crotch while Mo ambushed her from behind in a flanking maneuver.

“OK, OK! Good boys, good boys,” she cooed squatting down and vigorously petting the two dogs.

Satisfied that no threat lurked there, the two dogs trotted back into the house.

“If the queen of England ever visits here, you are in such big trouble,” Traci quipped as she stood and leaned forward to give Brad a quick peck on the lips.

“Believe me, I lose sleep over that every night,” he retorted as he led her back into the house.

“So where is this magnificent restaurant I get to experience tonight?” Traci asked as she stepped across the threshold.

But she wasn’t two steps into the living room before she knew the answer. The house was redolent with exquisite aromas.

“Wow, that smells great!” she exclaimed. “What is it?”

“Well, to start with we have some aged manchego,” he said, offering her a plate of sliced cheese and crackers as they entered the kitchen.

“The main course is wild salmon poached in a tarragon cream sauce with a side of buttered polenta. The above accompanied by a field green salad. For desert, homemade lemon sorbet.”

“Holy shit! Where did you learn to do this? I thought you were a biker, for gawd’s sake!”

“Ah, my dear, so much you have to learn about me. I was once a chef at a fine restaurant.”

“A chef?” Traci asked incredulously.

“Well, not technically a chef, precisely. What is the term of art? Uh, oh yes, it’s dish washer! I was a dish washer at a fancy-ass French restaurant. But it’s amazing what you can learn if you keep your eyes open. A glass of Chateauneuf du Pape?” he concluded, extending a glass of deep red liquid. “I know that white wine traditionally accompanies fish, but I’ve been ever the iconoclast.”

Traci sniffed her wine glass and took a tentative sip.

“Man! This is incredible! If this is wine then I’ve been drinking soda pop my whole life.”

“True words,” Brad nodded in assent. “I apologize in advance for the damage your newly acquired tastes will do to your pocket book.”

Traci sipped her wine as she watched Brad finish the preparations for dinner and followed him into the small dining room adjacent the kitchen as he served the meal. The cheap Formica-top table was set with two candles, white linen, and heavy crockware. It was an almost comical juxtaposition.

The two ate a quiet dinner, accompanied by an indie-rock station playing on the radio in the background. The surprise of the home-cooked meal and the absolutely delicious food had temporarily distracted Traci from her disquiet, but as Brad brought out dessert, Traci began to think about what would come after. She could feel her stomach clench and a metallic taste develop in her mouth, so she couldn’t really enjoy the sorbet.

She helped Brad clear the table after the meal but he refused her offer of help to wash the dishes, leaving them stacked in the sink.

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Since I moved to Miami a few years ago, my birthday hasn’t really been a big event.

Actually in the three years that I have lived here, I have yet to even go out on my birthday. Whether it has been because I was working, or just never made plans, I typically did not have the pleasure of celebrating my birthday with friends.

That was until my friend Kelly gave me a call this year. She informed me that her husband Jim was out of town visiting his parents in North Dakota. She said that since she was home alone she was taking it upon herself to make sure I have something to do on my birthday this year.

Kelly and I have known one another for about two years. We first met as co-workers for a software development company. While working together, our friendship grew and we became rather close. It seemed like at every company event we would typically hang out together and talk to pass the time.

However, our friendship has gotten stronger over the past year, mainly because the company we worked for closed without any notice. On the day that we found out about the closing it hit both of us pretty hard.

We decided to head back to Kelly’s house, where I had a chance to meet Jim. The three of us hung out talking for a while, and ever since the three of us have been good friends.

I was actually surprised that Kelly even remembered my birthday. I think the only time I even mentioned the date was at our company holiday party the previous year.

No matter, I was happy that she remembered the date, since it was an excuse for the two of us to hang out.

From the first day that I met Kelly I had a major crush on her. While not exactly the model type, there was just something about her that I found very attractive.

She has beautiful green eyes, light brown hair, a great smile and speaks with a slight Southern accent, which I have loved since the first time I ever heard it. She stands about 5-foot-6, and she’s very fit.

I know she doesn’t go to the gym to workout, but she does exercise at home every day. Her tits are just about perfect, about a 32B, but not nearly as perfect as her ass.

Bottom line, I thought she was perfect. Unfortunately for this single guy, she was a happily married woman, of which she has reminded me of on several occasions.

When Kelly and I spoke about my birthday dinner, she decided we would go to a nice Italian restaurant. After all, I am Italian so she couldn’t go wrong with that choice.

I told her that I would pick her up and I would drive us to the restaurant, which she agreed to. I jokingly asked if this was an official date. She got a good chuckle out of that, and let it slide with just a little laugh.

When I got to Kelly’s house, I was pleasantly surprised. We had decided on casual dress, but I got something that I wasn’t expecting.

Kelly came out in a pair of short shorts, and a button down shirt, which was only half buttoned. I guess having a birthday in the summer has some advantages.

Despite having on a half-buttoned shirt, Kelly did a good job of keeping covered up. Being that I think she is very attractive, my eyes like to wander when I am around her. On a couple occasions I was able to get a glimpse of her white lace bra, but while we were at dinner the best view was of her awesome legs. I am positive that she caught me staring at her legs because she commented on it.

“Do you like what you see there,” she asked.

“Of course I do,” I replied.

With that answer I got a wink and a smile. As much as I wanted something to happen right there in sex izle the restaurant I knew that nothing would or could. No matter what, I didn’t want to screw up the great friendship the two of us had.

I decided to sit back and enjoy the conversation, the food and the view. We passed on ordering dessert since Kelly informed me that she baked me a cake.

After a couple hours at dinner, we headed back to Kelly’s house. Upon arriving, we both decided that we would wait a little while before eating cake. Since my birthday fell on a Friday and neither one of us needed to be at work the following day, we both decided that this could be a rather late night.

We went into the living room, and Kelly decided to put on some music for us to listen to while we sat and talked. She also asked if I wanted some wine to drink, and I agreed.

After only about an hour of talking, we had both finished off two glasses of wine, and I was up pouring a fresh glass for each one of us. While I was up, a song came on that Kelly said that she just loved.

It was a slow song, and Kelly asked if I would like to dance with her. I agreed and went over to the living room and started to dance with her.

In the past I had hugged Kelly, but I hadn’t had a chance to hold her tight like this. I was thoroughly enjoying the dance and even allowed one of my hands to wander a little bit. I moved it slowly up and down her back and even down onto her ass for a short period of time.

None of this drew a comment from Kelly, but I did get a smile.

When the song came to an end, we both stepped back a little, and our eyes met. As we both started to lean in for a kiss, Kelly stopped and asked if I was ready for cake. Despite being disappointed that there would be no kiss, I told her that this was a good time for cake.

Kelly went into the kitchen and put some candles on the cake she baked for me. She brought it out to me while singing happy birthday to me, then cut each of us a piece.

As we sat and eat the cake, we both polished off our third glass of wine. At that point I stopped since I would have to drive home pretty soon. Kelly decided that since she was home she would have one more glass and drank her fourth glass while we continued to talk.

By this time we were pushing 1 a.m., and I felt sober enough to drive home. I also sensed that Kelly was a bit tipsy, so I said that I would help her clean up the dishes, and then I was going to head on home. But Kelly objected.

“You can’t leave just yet, I still have one more thing to give you,” she said.

“I thought you didn’t buy me anything,” I replied.

“Oh, I didn’t buy you anything,” she said. “Give me a minute and I’ll be ready.”

After about a minute or two, Kelly returned to the kitchen and grabbed my hand. She led me back to the living room and sat me down on a chair. She then walked over to the stereo and pushed play. The song that she picked was an upbeat dance song, almost like a song you would hear out at a club.

Kelly looked at me and told me to sit on my hands. When I asked why, she said that her only rule for my gift was that I couldn’t use my hands and this would ensure that I didn’t.

Once I complied, Kelly began.

I couldn’t really believe my eyes, but Kelly was giving me a lap dance. She started off slowly, but soon picked up the pace. She was rubbing her perfect ass on my crotch, and getting me really hot.

Soon Kelly decided to unbutton her top the rest of the way so I could have full view of her lacy white bra and breasts. Eventually, she fransız porno decided to take the blouse off and tossed it across the room.

She could tell just how excited I was, and she reached down with her hands to rub my hard cock through my shorts. At this point, as much as I didn’t want to, I had to stop her. As turned on as I was, I couldn’t let Kelly cheat on her husband. When I reached up and stopped Kelly, she looked at me with a perplexed look on her face.

“What’s wrong,” she asked.

“You have always told me that you wouldn’t ever cheat on Jim, and I can’t let you do it now. Especially since I think the wine has something to do with what is going on,” I explained to her.

As I was talking Kelly was reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra. Once her tits were free she grabbed one of my hands and placed it on her left breast. While I wasn’t the most willing participant at this point, I was paying more attention to the words coming out of Kelly’s mouth than the fact that she was slowly moving my hand over her now hard nipple.

She was telling me that while she was away for work a couple months ago, Jim had slept with her sister…in their bed upstairs. At first Kelly didn’t know, but she started to suspect something when her sister informed her that she was pregnant. At that point Kelly started putting two and two together.

When Kelly confronted Jim he admitted to what had happened and she told him he needed to leave for a while, thus his trip to North Dakota. At this point she didn’t know what her future was with Jim, but she felt she at least was entitled to a fling of her own.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, and must have been a little in shock. When Kelly stopped talking she leaned in and planted a nice big kiss on my lips, and I didn’t stop her. She took that as a sign that I was going to be a willing participant again.

Kelly climbed back onto my lap and pressed her tits into my face. I leaned in and started sucking on her tits as soon as I could. I could tell Kelly liked this because she let out a soft moan when I started, and even briefly stopped the lap dance so I could continue.

After a few minutes, Kelly pushed me away. Then she reached down and unlatched my belt, and started to take my shorts off. At this point I was a willing participant and assisted her in removing both my shorts and underwear in one swoop.

Once I was naked, I slid forward on the couch so I could get some leverage, grabbed her and stood up. I then turned around and lowered her onto the couch so I was standing over her. I reached down, unbuttoned her shorts, unzipped them as well, and remove them.

Once her shorts were removed, and flung across the room, Kelly removed her panties on her own. With me standing over her, she reached up with her hands and slowly started to rub my penis. The touch of her soft hands on my cock was remarkable.

While she continued to play with my dick, I slowly leaned in to give her a kiss. The touch of her hands and the feeling of her lips on mine made me want to cum right then and there. Instead I broke the kiss and stepped back a little forcing her to lose her grip on my cock.

I slowly lowered myself down and began kissing her legs and slowly moving towards her pussy. I moved from one leg to the other inching closer and closer to her pussy. As I got closer I could feel her breathing getting heavier and heavier. When I finally reached her pussy I could hear her let out a whisper of “finally”.

That same sentiment was going through teen porno my mind as I was finally able to taste just how sweet she was. As I continued to lick and suck her pussy Kelly started to let out some moans giving me a clue that she was not only enjoying my actions but also that she might be getting close to having an orgasm.

As much as I was enjoying sucking on her pussy, Kelly stopped me and wanted to change positions. She pushed me back onto the floor and climbed on top of me. Once on top of me she grabbed my cock and slowly guided it into her wet pussy. The sensation of finally being inside Kelly, along with the feel of her soft skin pressed up against me, almost brought me to orgasm immediately.

Kelly sat up and leaned back a bit before beginning to slowly grind her pussy on my prick. Wanting to enjoy the moment as much as possible, I grabbed her ass and slowed her motion down as much as possible. Despite her being on top I wanted to have as much control as possible.

Slowly I allowed Kelly to speed up her motions. She started breathing heavier and letting out moans of excitement. At the same time I had my hands rubbing her ass and slowly moving all over her body. One hand stopped on her left breast and started kneading the nipple. With each second that passed her nipple was getting harder and harder and our breathing was getting heavier and heavier.

Just at the moment that I was about to cum I stopped. I still wanted to savor being inside her warm wet pussy. “If you want this to be a happy birthday, you better fuck me, and fuck me now,” Kelly screamed.

With that I rolled Kelly over onto her back, keeping my cock inside her. I bent her knees and lifted her legs which made it easier for me to penetrate deeper into her pussy. I then started thrusting my penis in as far as I could. As my pace quickened I could feel the walls of her vagina tighten as an orgasm overcame Kelly. Her legs started to twitch and she let out a fee loud moans.

The sound of her pleasure sent me over the edge and I erupted inside of her. My body started to shake a bit while I was unleashing my entire load into Kelly. I immediately collapsed on top her in exhaustion. My dick remained inside her pussy as we lay there holding one another on the floor, neither one of us wanting to move.

Eventually we both decided that we needed to get up. Instead of getting dressed though, Kelly led me upstairs to their shower. At first I thought this was for me to get cleaned up, but actually it was for the two of us to shower off together.

Once in the shower, we helped clean each other off. Kelly could see that this was exciting me as my cock started to get hard again. She decided to give it some assistance by grabbing it with her hands and starting to play with it.

The more she played with my cock, the harder it was getting and the more excited I was getting. Kelly decided to get down and start licking the head of my penis.

“Suck it, please suck it” I pleaded.

With my pleas Kelly took my cock into her mouth. She started bobbing her head up and down allowing my cock to slide in and out. She also used her tongue in a swirling movement on the head which was driving me crazy.

“Good God, here it comes,” I shouted.

As I came, Kelly held my balls and took everything into her mouth. She continued to hold and massage my balls until nothing else was coming out of my prick.

Kelly helped me clean up again and we both exited the shower. As we walked out into the bedroom to grab clothes, I wrapped my arms around Kelly and gave her a big hug and led us over to the bed. Once on the bed we lay there quietly and fell asleep.

Needless to say, this was probably my best birthday ever. I guess we will just have to see if Kelly has anything in store for my birthdays in the future.

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I first heard about you from an ‘ex’ who was still a very close friend. I had seen your pictures and knew you had an amazing body. This was your fantasy, to be pleasured by a complete stranger, that you would never see, and that you would never meet again. You knew the risk, and that was part of the thrill, but our mutual friend knew that I could be trusted, and she put your mind at rest. I was excited about this — a fantasy for me too. This would be a one-off, just the one opportunity.

You come to my suite at the hotel, dead on time and knock gently on the door. I open it and, as arranged, you have your eyes tightly closed. I hold your hand as you step in. I kiss your lips, gently, then tie a silk scarf over your eyes. You can smell the scented candles and hear gentle music. I slip off your jacket and hand you a glass of champagne as I drape your jacket on the back of the sofa. One of you conditions for this was that we would not speak — this was to be your pure sensual dream.

I hold you in my arms for a minute or two, you put your arms around me. I feel the contours of your body and the firm pressure of your arms, then you step back a little. I kiss your lips again, gently, then start to undress you. I have made sure the room is warm, but still you shiver a little. Is this nerves or anticipation? You are tall, slim, tanned, your skin is smooth you are even more beautiful than I had expected. I unbutton your silk blouse. You are wearing black lingerie that looks great against you dark tanned skin. I kiss the rise of your breasts above the material, they are full and firm but yielding — I know that they are natural, unenhanced, perfect. As I take off your bra, and your breasts settle to their natural shape — I step back a little to be able to see you properly.

As agreed, I can say nothing, but I am sure you know I am smiling. I move behind you to unzip your skirt, but can’t resist cupping your breasts in my hands and kissing the side of your neck. Your head tilts sideways as the kisses tingle through your body. I unzip your skirt and lower it over your hips, I kiss your back, and then you step out of the skirt and take off your shoes. You stand there, legs slightly apart, wearing matching black stockings, suspenders and knickers. This may be a cliché, but I am not sure whether I have seen a more beautiful sight in my life. I slip your panties down; your pussy is waxed smooth — I love that you have made such an effort to look and feel your very best. As I start to undo your suspenders, you bend forward and roll down your stockings.

I lead you over to the bed, help you lay face down, make sure you are comfortable and cover your body with a soft warm towel. I kneel over your lower body as I warm some scented massage oil in my hands and start to massage from the base of your neck across your shoulders. I can feel your body start to relax as my thumbs circle and work away the tension in your muscles. Porno 64

I move lower down and roll the towel off your back. The massage continues down your spine, pressing either side of every single joint and into the deep tissues around your lower back. You feel the strength in my hands as I knead the muscles and then with the heel of each hand I work across the whole of your back and up again to your shoulders.

My fingers trail all the way down your body, never losing contact, down your legs and to your feet. I take more oil and I start to massage the soles of your feet, very gently at first, then deeper and stronger as you accept the pressure. I oil, massage and gently pull on each toe in turn, then caress your ankles and along your calves, then very gently behind your knees as this is a very sensitive, but tender spot, then start to work on your thighs. I take the towel off you completely, indicating for you to lift your pelvis, and place the rolled towel under you. This raises your buttocks, allowing your thighs to part, just a little. My hands can now caress your inner thighs, my fingers just touching the edge of your labia as I follow the curve where your thighs meet your beautiful pert bum.

My large hands caress your buttocks. As I squeeze your cheeks, you tight anus is visible. I dribble some more oil between your buttocks and use it to smooth my finger’s movement around the rim, tracing the line from your lower back gently teasing the nerve endings around your anus and down towards your vagina, I stroke up and down the line, then between your lips, around your clitoris, and back up to your anus, just dipping my well lubricated fingertip inside you, I hear your intake of breath but you don’t move. I stroke up and down this line, with my fingertip entering your anus as I go past each time, I feel your thighs open slightly inviting the penetration to go a little deeper, as I oblige and I feel your body rise as I press my finger into you. I pull back a little, and massage your buttocks again, then the heels of my hands press up each side of your spine and across your shoulders.

Now I help you to turn over. I place a glass of water in your hands, which you sip then pass back to me as you lay your head down on the pillow. You are on your back, still blindfolded, as I place a towel over you again. The music is playing, the scent of the massage oils blends with that of the candles. I want you, but I will not rush. I massage your right arm, from your shoulders, down the biceps and triceps, kneading the muscles gently, now your elbow and lower arm, to your wrist, your hands and massage each finger in turn. I place the arm and hand back gently at your side, and trail my fingertips across the front of your collar bones as I move to the other side of you. I continue with your left arm from shoulder to hands, repeating the same massage strokes as I did for the right side. While Konulu Porno I massage your arms, the back of your hand brushes against me. I am just wearing jogging bottoms to be comfortable while I massage you, my cock is hard and you feel my erection. You don’t react, but I see you smile. You seem pleased that I am enjoying this as much as you.

When I have finished with your left arm, I place it by your side. I fold the towel down, exposing your breasts. I kneel over your hips, not placing any weight on you. I pour some warm massage oil into my hands and I start the massage again from your collar bones, pressing your shoulders back slightly so you feel that stretch across your chest. Now my fingertips glide slowly over the rise of your breasts, then around the outside edges as I cup your breasts in my hands. I squeeze gently and run my thumbs up between your breasts, squeezing and playing, as my well-oiled hands get closer to your nipples. My fingers circulate your nipples, and squeeze, tease and play, holding your breasts, massaging and arousing your hard nipples, slowing down, then moving my hands back down under your breasts next to the rib cage, then massaging them up high and running my fingertips around and over your nipples, sometimes firm then gentle, then just the lightest touch, teasing and arousing. The scented oils penetrating and sensitive nipples tingling, I move on to your abdomen, gentle stroking, semi-circular movements and then to the upper edge of your pelvis.

I now run my hands down the front of your thighs, your calves and restart the massage from your feet, not forgetting or ignoring one inch of your body. When I have stroked your shins and knees — there is no flesh there to massage, I again roll the towel and now place it under your buttocks. Your legs naturally part, your lips open a little, you are relaxed, you know nothing is hidden from me, I see you are wet from arousal. My hands massage your thighs, these are strong muscles and I give you a deep firm massage with my thumbs. I know this can sometimes be almost painful, but as I move to the inner thighs, the touch becomes gentle, caressing. My thumbs then stroke the edges of your outer lips, and then my fingertips tease and caress your clitoris. I hear your breathing getting faster, and your chest rising as you breath deeper. My thumbs and fingers explore your lips, outer then inner. You raise your knees to open your legs wider, my fingers trace down to your vagina — this time entering, one finger, slowly, just a little. I hear a slight intake of breath, and your hips rise. I withdraw and continue to stroke your lips, your clit, and my finger enters you again, just a little deeper, you respond in the same way, and I continue to stroke, caress, and now I slide two fingers inside you. A little deeper. In and out, slowly getting much deeper.

I slowly withdraw and move back to massaging your breasts. Porno İndir As your pulse slows, I continue to caress your breasts with one hand as I return the other to your pussy. My fingers continue to arouse you, your lips, your clit and I slowly enter you again, one finger, then two, my fingers find your ‘G’ spot, while my thumb circles your clit. My pace and movements respond to your body, your sighs, your groans, as you slowly become overwhelmingly aroused. Your hips push against my hand wanting the fingers in deeper, harder. My other hand continues to play with your breasts, and I push hard and deeper into you with my fingers as your body shudders with the release of your orgasm.

I slowly withdraw my fingers, and sit beside you with my hand resting on your breast.

Your breathing returns to normal and you reach over to me and your hands start to rub my cock, then you pull my joggers down and start to lick my cock.

You push me onto my back and with one hand holding my balls tight, you pull my foreskin back and run your tongue around the head. It feels wonderful, but I want to be inside you — and it seems you feel the same. As you sit across my body holding the end of my cock against your clit and between your wet and swollen pussy lips as you move backwards and forwards, then you raise yourself up slightly and lead my cock inside you.

I feel my cock stretch your pussy as you lower yourself onto me, you are so very wet, so silky, yet still tight — I can feel your vaginal muscles squeezing me as you take me deeper — such a wonderful feeling. I squeeze your breasts and your hands hold mine making me squeeze even harder, your head is thrown back as you take me all in. You stop and then slowly rise until the tip of my head is still inside you, then you lower yourself more quickly taking me deep, and squeezing at the same time, you get faster you moaning gets loader, and then you push you squeeze, you cry out, and I cum — shuddering inside you. You hold my face and lower your body to mine and kiss me in such a gentle way, I can’t believe it is the same woman.

You stay on me as my cock softens. And then you roll over and lie beside me.

We don’t know each other’s names, neither of us has spoken a word, it has been incredible. I want to lie here and talk — but silence was the deal.

I lead you to the bathroom — as arranged. You enter, with your blindfold still on, and when you emerge later, smelling wonderful. Naked except for the blindfold I can’t help but wonder how this could have happened. I watch you dress — it’s as erotic as a strip in reverse, but I am sad that you are covering yourself and leaving.

I stand next to you in my bathrobe and lead you to the door. As I take your face in my hands and kiss you, you respond with a deep French kiss, then turn to go. I could not let you go without breaking the rules and say “I must see you again”. You turn and, facing away from me, take off your blindfold drop it on the floor and say “I won’t see you again” and walk off.

I pick up the blindfold and go back into the room. As I close the door, I smile as I realise that your comment could mean that you might see me — for the first time.

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I’m always amazed how my life has taken little twists and turns over the years, particularly this past year since I retired. Sparked by my desire to try new things, I’ve met some amazing ladies who have become lovers. Last fall, I enrolled in a massage therapy class which introduced me to Jane, a sexy elementary teacher. And in turn, I was introduced to her best friend, Gail. I have shared a bed with both.

A chance encounter as a Good Samaritan helping a neighbor with her groceries led me to a very satisfying relationship with an older woman named Sandy. We see each other every couple of weeks for some gentle loving.

Recently, I signed up for a walking club and was introduced to Catherine, whom I am with and currently sunbathing nude in her backyard. From what she has told me, I may be introduced to her next door neighbor, Lacy, in the near future. I am finding out that Catherine may be a closet nudist. She just shared with me that she never wears clothes in her backyard and prefers the clothing optional beach in Avila.

We just shared some amazing oral sex in her hot tub and now we are lying on chaise lounges basking in the 80 degree weather. The sun is high in a picture perfect blue sky. Catherine has just said she wants to meet me in her bed in ten minutes.

Just a quick rewind, I met Catherine ten days ago when I showed up for a 5K walk in Pismo Beach, California. Today, we walked 10K here in San Luis Obispo along a creek and open land, after which enjoyed lunch and Catherine received my patented foot massage. After lunch, she invited me back to her home.

I am holding Catherine’s hand as we lounge side by side. My cock is semi-erect and starting to come back from an earlier climax. Catherine is also recuperating from her orgasm. Her eyes are closed. Her feet are crossed at the ankles and I run my eyes up the long, lean legs of this five foot nine beauty. With each breath, her big tits rise and fall. Catherine has crimson red areole with very erect nipples. Now that I look closer, I realize she really doesn’t have any tan lines. Her skin has a golden glow from bottom to top. Her light brown hair is still in a ponytail from when we were walking earlier today. I gaze upon her naked form as she opens her eyes and smiles at me. I squeeze her hand and smile back.

Catherine says, “I could lie here all day, but we have a king size bed waiting for us inside. Would you care to join me?”

My cock throbs at the suggestion. Catherine collects the towels and we head inside. I grab our swimsuits and the empty beer bottles. I check the refrigerator for some water. We’ll need to stay hydrated for the next round. I walk into the bedroom and see Catherine. She is lying on the bed with her legs spread and beckons me. I lie down on my side and cuddle with her. I drape one leg over her leg and run my hand up and down her body.

I trace my fingers around her breasts and glide them over her erect nipples. She reaches over and palms my growing erection. Catherine wraps her hand around my cock and slowly wanks me. I run my hand all around her body feeling her silky smooth skin. I stroke her thighs; pass over her pussy, up her taught stomach and over her tits several times. I use my palm to massage her boobs, squeezing and kneading each mound of flesh. I lightly pinch her erect nipples while she strokes my shaft.

I move my head closer to Catherine and search out her sweet lips. Our lips meet for a soft kiss that grows more urgent. She presses her tongue against mine as we mash our lips together. I shift my body over her and she spreads her legs to allow our bodies to come together. My hard cock presses down into the crease of her pussy as my weight pins Catherine against the mattress. I lower my upper body to her breasts and feel her stiff nipples graze my chest. We resume our deep kissing and our tongues parry back and forth. I feel Catherine lift her hips, pressing harder against my erection. My seven inch shaft is trapped between the puffy folds of her vulva. We press our hips tighter together stimulating our sex organs.

I slowly lift away from Catherine and begin my decent down her body. We break our passionate kissing as I slide down her form. I plant gentle kisses along her neck and shoulders. I lick her warm skin and use my tongue to trace to gentle slope of her breasts. I kiss all over her swelling boobs as I move my lips closer and closer to her nipples. I concentrate on her right breast and then switch to the left.

I search out her crimson red areole and lick circles around the four inch patch feeling the tiny bumps against the flat surface of my tongue. I hone in on Catherine’s nipple which is now fully erect, standing three quarters of an inch from her breast. I surround her nipple with my lips and suck hard bringing the large nub into my mouth. I suckle her tit for several moments before releasing my grip and moving to her other mound. I use the same technique on her right areole and nipple. I lightly graze the altyazılı porno side of her nipple with my teeth. Catherine wraps her hand around my head and holds me tight against her boob. I lavish my love on her Double-D’s.

Catherine gently nudges my head giving me the signal to continue my quest lower to her awaiting pussy. I move down her taught stomach muscles leaving a trail of kisses before I encounter her belly button. I dip the tip of my tongue into the round crevice and tickle her little button.

I zig zag my kisses lower still until I feel the soft curls of her trimmed triangle. I use the flat surface of my tongue to lap up and around her pubic hair, leaving trails of saliva over her muff. I extend my licking to inner thighs as Catherine spreads her legs wider. I lick up each crease that separates her thighs from her smooth full outer lips. I find my intended target and inhale the sweet aroma of her cunt. I lick her meaty outer lips several times before my tongue licks straight up the flaps of her inner labia.

I feel Catherine take a deep breath as I separate her inner folds with my tongue. I begin to taste her sweet nectar as I did earlier in the spa. I use the same routine of sucking her inner lips between my own and releasing the pink skin before licking up and down her slit. I dart my tongue deep between her folds and enter her center core. Catherine’s juices flow and lubricate her pussy. I lap up the tasty fluid and search for her clitoris. The tip of my tongue connects with her little bud and I flick it back and forth. I feel her clit harden as it stretches from within its protective hood. Again Catherine takes a deep breath.

My intent is to get Catherine sufficiently wet before we join our bodies for the first time. I want her next orgasm to be from my thick cock, and not from my oral assault. And Catherine is now positively dripping. Reluctantly, I leave her pussy and move back up to lie next to Catherine. We share a deep kiss and Catherine is able to taste herself on my lips and tongue.

She whispers, “Gawd you’re good. I am so wet, but now let me do the work.”

Catherine pushes me to my back and swings her leg over my hip, sitting squarely on my turgid cock. She grinds her pelvis into me and moves along the length of my shaft. She coats my seven inches with her girl juice and prepares to take me deep inside. I have dreamed of this moment for the past ten days.

Catherine lifts up, grabs my cock and positions me at the entrance of her gash. Our eyes meet. She has a real look of lust as she eases down my shaft. Inch by inch I feel her tight walls surround me. I slide right in as her wet juice flows. Catherine bends down as I bottom out in her pussy allowing me to handle her tits. I palm each one and push them together. I use her melons to pull her closer to my lips so I can suck her nipples. She places her hands on either side of my shoulders and braces herself, getting ready to pump up and down on my shaft.

Catherine squeezes her pussy muscles tight and then pulls up. Oh my god, what a feeling. There’s no way my Fleshlight feels like this. Her inner walls are slick and hot and massage my full seven inches, especially my glans. The sensations overwhelm me. Catherine loosens her grip and slowly slides back down. Our eyes are locked in on one another as we couple for the very first time. Catherine squeezes and rises up until just the tip of my cock is barely inside of her. And down again.

Catherine sits up straight and grabs my hands. Our fingers interlace as I support her balance. She starts a rhythm of up and down movements. Each time she lowers her body she grinds her pussy into me and rotates her hips. She is milking my cock for all she is worth. I flex my cock to fill her sodden inner walls. Catherine’s girl juice flows down my shaft and thighs and provides all the lubricant we need. Our passion rises together as she increases the speed of her thrusts. Her tits bounce and sway with every movement.

I continue to hold her balance as she nods that she is close to orgasm. Her breathing is erratic as she huffs and puffs.

“Uh huh, uh, huh, uh huh. Feels so… uh huh… gooooood!”

With that, Catherine lets loose a torrent of cum that covers us both. Her whole body shakes as her orgasm overwhelms her. Her eyes are shut tight and her head jerks about. I continue to steady her movement, keeping her centred on my cock. She slows her movements and sits tight against my hips while she catches her breath. I push up against Catherine with my cock still hard and ready pound her.

“Wow, you are amazing Catherine. I felt your orgasm too. Can you move? I want you from behind.”

“That was a quick one; I guess I was really ready to feel your cock inside. Of course, your amazing tongue got me half way there.”

I let Catherine recuperate from her climax for a few minutes before helping her ease off my cock. My shaft glistens with her cum. She readjusts herself into a kneeling zenci porno position bent over a pillow with her ass sticking up in the air. I get up on my knees and move behind her. My cock is pointing straight ahead as I move to my target. I scoot right behind Catherine and lay my cock along her ass crease. I move my shaft back and forth over her tiny starfish. I pull back and reach down to palm her vulva, amazed at how wet she it. I slide my hand up through her slit and make contact with her clit.

Catherine winces, “Too soon, too soon, I’m really sensitive there. Just stick your cock in me.”

I comply for a moment as I grab my shaft and center it at her opening. I push forward slowly. We savor ever inch as I glide along her inner walls. My hips press into Catherine’s ass cheeks as I bottom out.

Catherine murmurs, “So deep, so deep.”

I withdraw my cock all the way out just to tease a bit. I slide my shaft up over her little puckered ring again. I press my fingers against my cock as I saw back and forth and stimulate her sphincter. And then I slide down between her pussy lips before entering her gash again. I know I won’t last long before I blow another load and I try to prolong our connection.

I push into Catherine as she pushes back against me driving my cock deep into her pussy. I grab her left hip with one hand to steady myself as I rock back and forth plunging inside Catherine. With each thrust, my cock flexes and the pleasure is intense. I want this to last, so I slow my thrusting for a bit. My hands are all over Catherine’s ass, rubbing and massaging her bubble butt.

I lick my thumb, press it against her ass crease and rub it back and forth. I lick my thumb again and rub around her O-ring, coating it with saliva. I love to stimulate her rear opening and feel the little ring of muscle flex. Fucking her pussy and playing with her ass gets Catherine a little hyped up.

She moans, “Oh, just stick your thumb in my ass and fuck me you stud.”

Her request is granted as I move into overdrive. I push my thumb hard against her backdoor and drill deep inside her asshole. With my thumb lodged inside, I pump my cock hard and deep into her cunt. My thrusts intensify and our bodies slap together each time I bottom out. The mattress shakes and my knees wobble as we push and pull against one another.

With one hand squeezing her hip and the other holding her ass, I drive forward several more times. I want this to last, but the desire to cum overwhelms my senses and I explode in a mind numbing orgasm. I shut my eyes, shake all over and blast several shots of semen deep into Catherine’s cavern. The sensations are too much for my cock, it’s almost painful. I focus on the pleasure over pain and continue to thrust into Catherine. With each thrust, I feel our combined juices flow down our thighs. I grind my groin into her ass cheeks and hold it there as my cock flexes and drains the last bit of jizz into her crevice.

I slowly pull my thumb out of Catherine’s ass and watch her little star close up. I use both hands to grab her hips to steady myself. My head still spins as I regain normal breaths and let my climax ebb.

“That was the best ever, Catherine. I felt you flex and grip my cock so tight. I think I saw lightning flash.”

I stay locked behind Catherine for several more minutes until my cock softens and I ease on out. Catherine stays in that position with her ass high in the air and her head buried in the pillow. I jump off the bed and grab a towel from the bathroom to clean up our combined juices from my cock and balls. I wipe down my thighs and return to the bedroom. I use the towel to sop up all of the sticky fluids dripping out of her pussy and down her thighs.

Catherine holds the towel tight against her vagina and turns over. I lie down next to her and cuddle her in my arms. We worked up quite a sweat with that encounter and can use a shower.

“Thank you for that Catherine.”

She smiles and thanks me too.

“My pussy is still throbbing. How much cum did you give me? I am positively dripping; I think a shower is in order.”

We lay in each other’s arms for the next half hour, drifting in and out consciousness. Hunger and the need to wash up gets us stirring again. I lean over and plant a gentle kiss on her lips. I get up first and pull Catherine to a sitting position, the towel still firmly planted between her thighs. She holds the towel against her pussy as I pull her to her feet and we head to the bathroom.

I start the shower and test the water. Once the temperature heats up, we enter and let the hot water rejuvenate ourselves. Catherine stands in front of the spray with me behind her. I grab the soap and wash cloth to scrub her back and ass cheeks. I move my hands around to her front and soap up her tits; I lift and massage each melon with the cloth before moving down to her tummy and her pussy. Catherine spreads her legs and lets me clean her aldatma porno outer lips. I finger her inner labia making sure she is squeaky clean.

Catherine lets the shower stream wash away all of the suds before we change sides and I stand facing the shower head. She uses the soap and washcloth to wash my back and bum. She slides her soapy fingers up and down between my ass cheeks. I feel her fingers run along my O-ring and it feels good. Catherine reaches around me and grabs hold of my flaccid cock. She presses her breasts into my back as she cleans my shaft and balls. I love her gentle touch as she makes sure I am altogether clean.

I turn around and we embrace under the hot water. We share a long kiss of satisfaction. Our bodies are totally spent for the moment.

I whisper, “I think we are pretty good at this whole lovemaking thing, don’t you?”

Catherine concurs while I turn off the water and we step out of the shower to dry off. We dry each other off with her big, fluffy towels. I spend extra time to make sure her boobs are nice and dry. She does the same with my cock.

Catherine says, “Let’s not put any clothes back on. I love to be naked all the time. We’ll fix dinner and then see about enjoying some more dessert.”

I’m all for that. I love watching her naked form. From her long legs up to her full breasts, Catherine is a dream come true.

Chapter 2:

We head into the kitchen. Catherine puts on an apron to protect her assets from splatters and l tie it in the back before patting her tush. She prepares some salmon and puts it in the oven to bake. I pull out some lettuce and tomatoes from the refrigerator for salad and start to chop it up. Catherine moves behind me and wraps her arms around my body. I twist my head and she plants a big wet kiss on my lips. She moves her hands down, strokes my cock and squeezes my balls.

“Do you think you have one more load for me?”

“Well, if you keep doing that, I just might.”

“I love your cock. I think you’ll have to fuck me after every walk.”

We finish preparing dinner and enjoy a lovely meal in the buff. After stuffing ourselves with fish, we put the dishes in the sink to soak. Catherine pulls me into the den for some TV time. I sit on the end of her couch and grab a pillow. She lies down with her head on the pillow. I move my hand to her side and stroke her warm skin, making sure I rub her boobs in the process.

While we watch some mindless sitcom, I feel her hand move under the pillow and latch on to my semi-erect shaft. She squeezes my cock and plays with my balls, all the while she watches TV.

“Rob, can I ask you something and I don’t mean to pry?”

“Sure, do you want to know if you’re making me hard again?”

“No. I know I can do that rather easily. Have you ever been with two women at the same time? You know, I told you about my neighbor, Lacy, this afternoon. Well she and I get together often and go to Avila Beach to sunbathe. I’d like to go with you sometime and I know that she would want to go also.”

“I think I would be OK with that. Wait, last Thursday you said you go there occasionally and you like it because it is less congested than Pismo?”

Catherine squeezes my cock which is now fully erect.

“Yeah, about that. I guess I wasn’t fully truthful on the subject. I promise I’ll come clean if you answer my question.”

“Well Catherine you can start and then I’ll decide.” I reach down and palm her breast in my hand and use my fingers to pinch her nipple.

“OK, here I go, but don’t judge me. I really am an exhibitionist. I like to go to Pismo Beach when it is crowded and show off. I have some really small bikinis that show off my boobs really well. Of course, they are not as small as my green micro, that one I reserve for you. One bikini has a push-up top that really shows off the ‘girls’. I know I don’t need to be pushed up cuz I’m a Double-D, but it’s fun to wear. I guess this old lady just needs to be reassured that I am still attractive.”

Catherine starts to slowly stroke my cock under the pillow as she confesses. I knead and rub her boob at the same time.

“I’m sorry I never saw you. I bet you turned a lot of heads? I’m sure a lot of ladies were jealous of your figure. And no, you are not an old lady.”

Catherine continues, “But, I prefer to go to the clothing optional side of Avila and walk around totally nude. I love to go on weekends when it is more crowded and sunbathe for hours. Lacy joins me most of the time, and we walk back and forth along the shoreline showing off. I think you’ll like Lacy; she has pretty big torpedo shaped boobs. She looks like a 50s pinup girl. Her big brown areole and nips are like end caps.

I respond, “I can appreciate those. So you like to show off?”

“I also like to look; I think I’m a bit of a voyeur too. You know the far end of the beach where those rock outcroppings are? Well I’ve seen couples behind the rocks making love, and I watched for a long time. I wished it was me and other people were watching.”

By now, my cock is rock hard and I’m afraid I might cum as Catherine continues to stroke me.

“Catherine, you better slow down with the stroking. I’m afraid I might cum and stain your pillow.”

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The sun was nearly set over the plains of Kenya as I sat down with my evening scotch. The chaise was comfortable, and I closed my eyes to listen carefully to the sounds of the veldt in the purple dusk of early evening. The cough of a lion in the distance, the soft scurry of some small animal as it went about its nightly food gathering, and the chirping of insects all blended into the natural choir that sang to the veldt in the evening. The safari was over, the clients safely on a plane back to home, and the myriad of sounds soothed my mind almost as much as the scotch.

It had always been that way, I thought, even when I was just a boy following his parents into Africa on behalf of the Queen. My father had taken the position of wildlife manager over several thousand acres of Kenyan plain and bush when I was five, and, except for occasional trips to visit family, Africa has been my home since. I did go back to England for school, and upon graduation, I returned to take the post held by my father for so many years. I lasted in the job for a while, but I soon learned I was just not fitted to the role of bureaucrat. Being young, and without many responsibilities, I went into business for myself as a safari guide.

By this time in Kenya’s history, leading hunters through the countryside in search of the perfect horns, the largest tusks, and all the other coveted attributes of the native wildlife was a thing of the past. The Kenyan government had realized that the wildlife was worth much more alive, running through the grasslands than dead, stuffed, and hanging in someone’s trophy room, and had completely banned hunting. I was relieved, really, because the hunting had reduced the population of certain species, and I loved watching animals more than hunting them. My new-found occupation was the conducting of photographic safaris.

I took another sip of the excellent single malt. I had purchased two cases on my last trip to the Isles, and congratulated myself on my selection. The smoky taste brought back memories of my hunts and the hunters, and as I again closed my eyes, my favorite hunt came to mind.

I had received a letter in January from one Colonel Reginald Lewiston Fitzgerald, British Army (retired), inquiring about services and pricing for a three-week photographic safari in April. He would be pleased to be accompanied by his wife. He further asked if the trek would be made on foot, or if vehicles would be provided. Evidently, Reginald spent most of his time reading about the safaris of the early nineteen hundreds. I replied with my prices and details of my services, including the fact that he would not have to walk, but would instead be driven about the plains in the comfort of all-wheel drive vehicles. In a few weeks, I received a check to reserve the date, and on April second, I drove to the Nairobi airport to pick up my clients.

Colonel Fitzgerald was not exactly what I had expected of a retired British Army officer. He walked rather hunched over, not ramrod-straight as do most military people I have met, and his clothing was somewhat rumpled. When he said a gruff “Hello,” I caught the unmistakable odor of gin. I attributed the rumpled appearance and the gin to the length of the flight, and to a probable fear of flying. The protruding belly, I decided, would be the result of too much good cooking and a lack of exercise.

Conforming even less to my expectations was Vera Fitzgerald. I had envisioned a greying woman plump with the weight of bearing heirs for the Colonel, and probably stiffly prim and proper from years of being “the Colonel’s Missus.” She would be dressed in an equally prim and proper summer suit. I was, instead, greeted by a flashing smile and a firm, but soft handshake from a young, red-haired woman wearing a khaki bush outfit. Vera couldn’t have been over twenty-five, and although the bush pants and loose shirt tried to hide it, her figure filled them quite nicely. The pants molded themselves to a tight, feminine bottom and long, slender legs, and her full breasts caused the shirt to gap invitingly. Her hair was done up in back, to get it off her neck, but small wisps had become displaced and lay seductively on her forehead and cheek. She spoke with the soft accent of upper-class British society, and her face with it’s deep, dark eyes and full, sensuous lips was mesmerizing. She moved with a sinuous grace that spoke of the refined fitness of a woman in her prime. Vera was as out of place with the Colonel as I would be in a Victorian drawing room. It was not my place to question the radical differences in the two, but I did wonder a bit.

After greetings had been exchanged, I drove the Rover to the baggage claim, followed by the truck that would serve to carry all the Fitzgerald’s safari gear. In an hour, we were on the way, and by late afternoon, we drove into the first camp. My crew of trackers, cooks, and miscellaneous help had set up the tents, portable shower complete with hot water, and table and sikiş izle chairs. The always wonderful odors were coming from the cook tent. A comforting fire was burning, and after the Fitzgerald’s had selected the luggage they would need and it was carried to their tent, we settled down to dinner. In my father’s day, this would have been a fresh killed antelope roast with canned vegetables and fresh fruits from the bush, but clients today have more refined taste. Tonight, we dined on aged steak grilled over hot coals, baked potatoes with cheese, fresh peas from the Nairobi markets, and for dessert, strawberries and cream.

I discovered it was a joy to watch Vera eat strawberries. After dipping them into the cream and then in sugar, she wrapped her full lips around each one, drawing off the sweet topping before popping the berry into her mouth. She seemed to savor every inch of the berry. I’m sure she didn’t mean it to be erotic, but those lips sucking over the berry brought thoughts to mind that were better left alone.

With dinner over, we sat by the light of the gasoline lanterns and I started to layout the itinerary of the three weeks. I had barely gotten started when the Colonel excused himself, and returned from the tent with a quart bottle of gin.

“Would you have a glass and some ice?,” he asked. I motioned to one of the cook’s helpers, who soon returned with a short tumbler of ice.

“I’m afraid this will be the last of the ice until we return,” I said. “It just isn’t practical to keep ice in the bush.”

“No problem, son,” said the colonel. “I had expected as much, and it won’t bother me a bit.” With that said, he poured the tumbler full and drank about a half inch of the clear liquid.

I returned to my discussion of our trip, the animals we would likely see, and what they could expect in the way of accommodations and the few hardships made necessary by the country. As I talked, both Vera and the Colonel nodded, although the Colonel spent more time emptying his glass than listening. He had emptied it and poured a refill as I spoke of the camp facilities they could expect. I was especially careful to instruct Vera to never go out of the camp unless accompanied by myself or one of the trackers. I explained that we would construct toilet facilities as we traveled that were sufficiently secluded for her privacy, but that there must always be someone with her. African wildlife is still wild, and the occasional leopard or hyena sometimes can present a threat.

When I had finished, I noticed that the colonel’s glass was again empty, and that he was passed out cold in his chair.

“Reginald has had a long trip, and he is really exhausted,” apologized Vera. “Would you help me get him to the tent?”

The cook woke me the next morning at sunrise, and by the time the Colonel and Vera made their way to the table, I had finished a cup of excellent coffee and a cigarette. The Colonel didn’t say much as he ate his pancakes, but Vera was full of questions about what we would see that day. She seemed excited by the prospect of seeing animals in the wild. The Colonel seemed rather uninterested in everything. After finishing breakfast, he spent the time filling two hip flasks with more gin. Vera left to take care of some female thing or other, and upon her return, we started over the plains in the Rover. At that time of day, the lions would be bedding down under the acacias to sleep off the night’s feed and I soon found a pride. Vera, it turned out, was the photographer. She took both movie footage and stills with what appeared to me to be consummate skill. The colonel contented himself with looking out the window, and, when he thought I wasn’t looking, took large swigs from his hip flask. In an hour, he was giggling at the antics of the cubs, and shortly after, was asleep.

We drove over a small rise, and the panorama of the plain exploded in Vera’s eyes. I always plan several of these “surprise” views, because it really impresses the client, but Vera was astounded. She stood open mouthed for a few minutes, and then seemed to be trying to take both movies and stills at the same time. I laughed, and she looked at me, frowning.

“Mrs. Fitzgerald, forgive my laughing, but you’ll see a lot of this in three weeks. You don’t have to use all your film at once. You might try looking for unusual animals, or other unique sights and photograph them instead of trying to get it all today.”

It was her turn to laugh. “I guess I’m acting like a rank amateur. It’s just so magnificent. I’ve never seen anything this wonderful in my life.”

And so it went for the first week, Vera wondering at the sights in between taking pictures, and the Colonel slugging away at his flask or asleep. After that, the Colonel stayed in camp, complaining of an upset stomach. Privately, I thought that more exercise and less gin would have helped him greatly, but his stomach condition must not have been all that bad. The cooks told me that he spent brazzers all day drinking and sleeping, only waking up in time for our return from the day’s foray. The Colonel, it appeared, was a lush.

One afternoon, I had taken Vera to photograph a zebra herd. Vera was in awe of the number of animals and at the small foals that frolicked together, and then ran to the mares for a quick nurse before returning to play. As she snapped pictures through a zoom lens, she asked why one zebra was running back and forth among the others. I explained that shortly after a mare has foaled, she goes into heat again. The zebra running around was the herd stallion, and he was searching for mares that were ready to breed.

Vera switched to a movie camera, and almost as if taking my queue, the stallion stopped by a mare. He nuzzled the mare’s flanks, testing her. When she didn’t kick or run away, he nuzzled her tail. The mare promptly urinated. The stallion sniffed the puddle, and then, raising his head, curled his top lip up over his nose. I explained to Vera that he was testing the mare’s scent for signs that she was ready. As I talked, the stallion walked around the mare, and began to get an erection. Vera’s mouth opened in time to the growth of the large organ, but she kept filming. The stallion began rubbing the mare’s flanks in earnest, and even at our distance, we could hear the his high-pitched squeals. The mare pulled her tail to one side and spread her legs wide, preparing to take his weight. The stallion mounted the mare, his now straight organ dribbling liquid as he searched for the entrance. As he bit the mare on the withers, he found the opening and thrust in. Over and over he thrust, driving himself deep inside the mare. She responded by squatting deeper to take his thrusts. The stallion began to piston in and out in quick, short, jerks, then shuddered, and stopped moving. After a few moments, he slid off the mare to stand panting behind her. The engorged organ dripped semen as he waited to recover. The mare casually went back to grazing.

I looked at Vera. She was still filming, but her face was flushed, and her free hand was resting on her inner thigh, moving slightly. Her breath came in short pants. As she finally pulled her eyes from the camera, I saw that her pupils were dilated, in spite of the bright afternoon sun. It took a few moments for her to compose herself.

“Is it always like that?,” she asked softly.

“Like what?”

“He was so gentle, almost loving. She was…almost a slut in the way she squatted down for him. And the size of his…are they all that large?”

“Most animals behave much the same way. For the stallion to pass on his genes, he has to mate with as many mares as possible, and they have to accept him. The mare, on the other hand, can only pass on her genes if she carries a foal, so she does everything she can to make the breeding successful. There is no rape in the animal world. And yes, all stallions are that large.”

“How many mares will he breed?”

“All of them in that herd, at least all of them that he can. He will lose some to stray stallions that manage to drive off a few to start their own herd.”

“He must be very virile, to do it so often.”

“That’s why he’s the herd stallion. He is stronger than the rest of the stallions, and can do all that breeding while fighting off the others.”

On the way back to camp, we had to cross a small river. The Rover can handle water up to the top of the tires, so there should have been no problem, but I lost traction and became stuck about about ten feet from the opposite shore. There was a tree close by, so I decided to winch us out. I showed Vera which switch to work to release the cable, and, cautioning her to stay in Rover, I waded out to hook up. After I finished hooking the cable to itself around the tree, I turned to see Vera wading in the river. I waded back, and asked her why she was in the river. Her reply was that she was hot, and had sought to cool off. I asked her to get back into the Rover, and then used the winch to get us across. After I secured the winch, I asked Vera to go around the Rover and take off her bush pants. She looked at me in disbelief, but I said “I won’t look. Just do it.”

She walked to the back. I didn’t have to wait long for the scream I knew was coming.

“Get them off of me, get them off of me!”

“I can do that, but it might be better if I tell you how and stay here.”

“Just come around here and get them off.”

Vera was covered with the small, black leeches that live in the rivers. I had taken the precaution of tucking my pants into my boots before wading out, but she hadn’t known to do that. I lit a cigarette and began touching the glowing tip to each leech. As the heat hit each black blob, it would curl and drop, writhing, to the ground. I finished each long, tanned leg, and then lifted her shirt tail. There were more on her tight hips and high up on her fake taxi porno soft, inner thighs. As I finished removing these, I said to Vera, “I’m afraid you’re going to have to take off shirt also.”

As she removed her shirt, I saw a few more on her back and belly, and a couple suspicious bulges in her bra. “The bra also. I see a couple inside there.”

The bra fell to the ground and I paused at the full, firm breasts that stood proudly from her chest. I removed one leech from her right nipple and two from under her left breast. I noticed that Vera was no longer squirming around, but was instead breathing deeper, and not saying anything. Her nipples were erect, and she stood with her eyes closed. Her eyes opened when I said “Vera?”

“Yes?” The voice was deeper and slightly raspy.

“You have some in your panties too.”

Without a word, she stripped off the bikini panties, revealing a shaven mound and lips. She looked me in the eyes, and then said, “The Colonel used to like it like that, so I keep doing it.”

“This sounds terribly forward, but you need to sit down and spread your legs.”

Vera sat down on her shirt and spread her legs wide. There were three leeches on her smooth mound, and one each on each full outer lip. I almost missed the one nestled between the lips, but Vera didn’t seem to mind as I carefully separated them and applied the cigarette to the black blob. As I worked, I noticed that she was leaning back on her elbows, and breathing deeply again.

“OK, they’re all gone now. The little red marks will go away quickly, after you rub on some of this antiseptic cream. Then you can get dressed.”

“I can’t. You put it on.”

I took a deep breath, and began massaging the cream over her body. Vera stayed leaning back, her eyes closed and her breathing becoming deeper. When I came to her breasts, I thought I detected the faintest, little hum escaping from her lips, especially when I worked the cream into the nipple. There wasn’t a good way to put it on other than to put it on my fingers and then lift the nipple and let it slide free. In the process, I noticed that both nipples had become swollen and the dark circles around them had puckered into wrinkled, bumpy mounds that raised the nipples even higher. When I applied the cream to her soft, shaven lips, she gave an involuntary jerk before resuming her quiet acceptance of the situation. When I finished, Vera’s face was flushed, and I was finding the bush pants to be very uncomfortable. I had tried to remain clinical in my treatment, but Vera’s body and apparent response made it difficult.

“There, you’re all done. The marks are going away already.”

“Thank you. I’m sorry I didn’t do as you ask. I won’t make that mistake in the future.”

We ate dinner in silence, and put the Colonel to bed on schedule. As we were leaving the tent, Vera said, “Isn’t there something to do at night? I’m not ready for bed yet.”

There was a village nearby, and I had contracted with the residents to stage a dance for my clients. Most clients like seeing the native dances, and I usually included one in every trip.

“Well, I was going to take you to see some native dancing tonight, but under the circumstances-“

“Oh, I’m over that now, and I need to do something. Can we still go?”

I sent one of the trackers ahead to arrange everything, and we detoured to a local water hole for some dusk photos of antelope and giraffe. When the full moon was bright, I drove to the village. As we entered the circle of huts, a fire was burning, and the population from child to senior was dancing in the firelight. We took seats beside the village chief and I made introductions. Vera was surprised that the chief spoke English.

“From my school days in Nairobi,” commented the chief with a smile.

He went on to explain that tonight’s dance was a traditional meeting dance for young men and women. The women dance for the men, moving around the circle until they find the man of their choice, and then dance for him. After a time, the woman beckons to the man, and they dance together, working their way further and further from the fire until they disappear into the darkness.

“What do they do then?,” asked Vera.

“They do what men and women have done since the beginning of time.,” smiled the chief. “They seek a secluded place and enjoy each other.”

Vera sat fascinated by the dancing. The native girls are very supple, and dance in only short, leather aprons. During the dance, they sway seductively, causing their breasts to bob and shake, and when they select their man of choice, they flip up the apron, exposing themselves, telling him he has been chosen. The men rise and begin to dance, and it is not unusual for bulges to develop under the sarong-like clothing they wear. About halfway into the dance, Vera’s hand strayed to her breast and began gently rubbing. Her other hand found it’s way to her thigh, also gently caressing. As the last dancers left the firelight, we said good-bye to the chief, got back in the Rover and started for camp.

When we reached the open plain, Vera said, “I need you to stop. I have to…well I need you to stop.”

“We don’t have that much further to go.”

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This is a work of fiction inspired by women with open minds – and open legs. They are sexy, fun, and like to have sex. I hope you like, Deb.

*****

I woke up in our hotel room and saw that the clock said 2pm. I remembered where I was. Vegas, baby. My friend Laura and I had decided to spend a few days in Vegas. It was mid-May and the weather was warm, but the heat was not intense yet. We were going to drink, party, get some sun, and – oh, yeah – maybe find some guys.

Well, that part certainly worked. Laura, knowing I had a submissive side, immediately picked up two guys, Dave and Bill, in a club. She realized they had just made some money in a tech company startup and were in Vegas to party. We went back to their place where Laura turned me into their personal cum dump. Yep, they even called me that once. My nickname was given as cum slut. Laura let Bill fuck her and spurt onto her pussy right over my face, sat on my face with her cum-covered cunt, then had Dave fuck my tits and cum in my mouth. She then had me lean against the headboard and teased my pussy while Bill fucked her from behind. After she had an orgasm and since he was still hard, I got to suck his cock for another load of cum. Then Laura sucked me to my well-earned orgasm. That was just the first round.

After some recovery time, which Bill and Dave didn’t need much of since they took some Viagra, we went at it again. This time Laura made me lube up her ass and Dave’s dick so Dave could fuck her in the ass and pull out to feed me another load of cum. Shit! I swallowed more than my share of cum last night. Then Laura made me lie down so that they could all push my legs back and let Bill fuck my ass. As he did, she sat on my face again. I made her cum, she got off my face and when Bill was ready to cum, he pulled out and Laura had him cum in her mouth. Of course, she then turned and snowballed me so that I would swallow another load of cum. I couldn’t even keep track of how much cum I swallowed any more.

At this point, I was so fucking horny and ready for another orgasm that Laura had them tease me while she made me promise to do whatever she wanted for the rest of the weekend in order to earn my orgasm. I promised, naturally, because she knew how I was when I was that fucking horny. I would do anything to get my orgasm. So she sucked my clit and made me cum. Fuck, it was the best one in a long time.

But now as I woke up, I realized what I had done. Laura knew I had a bit if a submissive side where sex was involved, but now I had given her free reign over my body. This was not good.

I rolled out of bed and looked over at the other bed. Laura was awake and looking at me. Her hand was between her legs, rubbing her pussy.

I decided to be nice. “Good morning.”

Laura decided to make use of her power. “You remember what you promised yesterday?”

I blanched and froze. “Yes.” Shit, I promised to be her slave for the weekend. What was I thinking? Oh, yeah, at the time I wanted to cum really badly.

“Good, I’m horny, so get over here and eat my pussy, you little cum slut.”

Damn it! Cum slut again. I was not going to be able to get rid of that nickname with Laura around using it all the time. I sighed. “Okay.”

I went over to her bed and Laura lay back and spread her legs wide. I crawled up between them. She didn’t exactly smell all fresh and wonderful.

“We had a good time last night, eh?”

“Yeah.” I said it, but although I enjoyed it overall, I wasn’t sure about giving up control to Laura this week, and she seemed to be pushing harder than usual.

“Just eat my dirty pussy and make me cum, slave.” She grinned and so I got to it.

I parted her lips with my hands and leaned in for a lick. She was definitely a little raunchy after last night. But I licked and sucked and pretty quickly got into making her scream. I made her scream pretty well when I buried my face in there, reached up around her legs to grab her tits and pinch her nipples, and sucked on her clit. She came pretty hard.

I sat back and looked at her as she relaxed and caught her breath, feeling proud that I could make her cum so well.

Laura lifted her head up. “You are really good at eating dirty pussy, Deb. I think I’m going to like having you around this weekend, doing whatever I want.”

I looked at her seriously. “Okay, but nothing that will hurt me or get me arrested, okay?”

Laura sat up. “Never. I don’t want anything to happen to my little cum slut.” She grinned and pinched my right nipple.

“Fuck!” That turned me on, but I didn’t want to admit it to her.

“Okay, you made me cum. Now let’s get cleaned up, dressed, and get something to eat. I’m starving.”

“Me, too.”

“Are you sure? Didn’t you get about 5 loads of protein last night?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, you slut. You made me swallow four or five loads last night.”

“Well, we’ll just have to see about keeping you on that protein diet.”

“Whatever!” I rose and headed for the bathroom.

“Just a second.”

Laura brazzers stood up and came into the bathroom with me. “I’ll start the shower and get in first. You, as the slave who will do whatever I want, will get in and wash me. Then you can wash yourself.”

“Okay.” I sighed. She was really going to make me regret that rash decision I made last night.

We got into the shower and I washed her. She especially made sure I washed her big pierced tits, her pussy, and her ass. She enjoyed every second of it. I was getting turned on, too, but had to ignore that. When she finished she got out and I washed and then we dressed so we could go out for something to eat.

Laura was wearing a nice pair of jeans and a fairly tight blouse. It showed off her great tits. Laura picked out my outfit when I was in the shower, so she put me in a light spring dress. It was colorful and nice.

We walked around the strip and ended up at Mon Ami Gabi. Its right next to the Paris Hotel and it looked good. We had a leisurely lunch sitting outside and watched all the people passing in front of the restaurant. There were also a couple of street performers in the large open area just to the south of the restaurant. It was relaxing and I forgot about my agreement with Laura for a while.

Then, after we had a decent meal, Laura leaned over to me. “I know you have panties on. Take them off and give them to me.” I started to stand up to head to the ladies’ room, but she put her hand on my arm. “Right here – right now.”

I looked around. I could be fairly inconspicuous if I wanted to be and I had promised to be Laura’s slave for the trip. Fuck!

We were sitting back along the front wall of the restaurant in the outside seating area. There was a tablecloth over the table, so I should be able to do this. I scooted forward in my seat a little to where I was sitting on the edge. I reached up with one hand and started working my thong down. It wasn’t as easy as it looked without using both hands and raising up. I was trying to just lean a little each way as I worked it out from under my ass, but it was proving difficult. Finally, I got them past my thighs and they slid easily the rest of the way. I slipped them over my feet and brought them above the table in a little ball. Laura held out her hand. I looked at her and then around at the other diners and then put them into her hand. She grinned.

She put them in her lap and then waved the waiter over. She asked for the check and I wondered what she was going to do with my panties. When the check came, Laura put her credit card in there and then started talking about what we wanted to do that night. I was starting to relax when she got the bill back. She signed the receipt and then pulled my panties up. She folded them nicely without drawing any attention and then put them in the folder with the pen and credit card receipt. I stared at her.

“Hey, those were expensive!”

She grinned. “Well, good. For that meal we needed to leave a nice tip.”

She stood up. “Coming?”

I stood and followed her. She led us to the big open area to the south and stopped so that we could see where we had just had lunch. “Let’s see what kind of reaction we get from the waiter.”

We waited a couple of minutes and the waiter came by. He started to just put the folder in his apron and worry about it later, but then he wondered why the folder was thicker than expected. He opened it and looked. It took him a second to recognize my thong for what it was. Then he slowly put his hand in the folder, wadded the panties up in his fist so they wouldn’t show, and took them out. He closed the folder and stuck it in the front of his apron. He looked around briefly, but didn’t spot us. Then he surprised us both. He took the fist he had the panties in and brought it to his nose. He took a deep breath, smelling my scent, and then put the panties in his pocket. Laura almost alerted him to our position by the laugh she let out when she saw him sniff my panties. I just slapped her on the arm.

“It probably didn’t smell like anything since we just showered.”

“Yeah, but I love that he had to smell them.” She turned toward the street. “Now, we need to go back to that club where we met Dave and Bill. Right?”

“Why?” I didn’t really want to see them again.

“Because they are expecting their personal cum dump to return.” She pinched me on the ass.

“Hey!” I jumped and several people noticed. At least a couple had seen the pinch and were snickering at us.

Laura headed off in the direction of the club. It was still pretty early, so I don’t know why she wanted to go there so early.

We got to the club at about 6:30 and there was hardly anyone there. Things didn’t start getting ramped up in there until about 9-10pm from what I had seen.

Laura led me to the ladies’ room first. She went into a stall and peed. I did, too, although I didn’t have to go that badly. When I was done, I exited and Laura noted that there were no other women there. She cuckold porno headed back into a stall. “Come in here.” I hesitated. “Come in here, slave.” I sighed and entered after her. She closed the door and sat down. “Pull up your skirt and spread your lips. Show me your clit.”

I slowly reached down and grabbed the bottom of my dress. I pulled it up and as I moved my hands for my pussy, I saw her pull out her cell phone. “What are you doing?” I stopped lifting my dress.

“I’m letting Dave and Bill know that we have arrived.”

I groaned and spread the top of my pussy to show her my clit. Laura put her phone close to my pussy and took a photo. Then she sent a text and attached the photo.

“Okay, let’s go, slut.”

“Hey, you’re the slut with the dirty mind, making me do these raunchy things.”

She got close to my face and reached up to pinch my nipples. “And you love it, don’t you?”

I stared back at her, refusing to answer. Laura grabbed my right nipple and pinched hard. “Admit it!”

“Yes, okay, I love it!” I tried to stare at her, but I hung my head and sighed. Fuck, she just knew me too well.

Laura softened a little. “Okay, let’s go. Just remember that I’m going to push you. You know you want to submit. I won’t do anything to put you in danger.”

So Laura led us back into the club. We found some seats near the outdoor patio but still inside to watch the crowd form and see people as they moved to the one bar. We were only there a couple of minutes when Dave and Bill came in.

“We just got that text.” They both turned and smiled at me, leaning closer so they didn’t have to talk very loudly. “Nice pussy, cum slut.”

Fuck! That was going to be my name forever the way it was going. They did know that my name was Deb, right?

Dave and Bill then turned and chatted with Laura for a couple of minutes. They completely left me out of the conversation. Finally, Laura turned to me. “Okay, let’s go. Dave and Bill are having a party up in their suite.”

I stared at her. “Already?”

“Don’t worry, it’s a business thing.”

I looked at her suspiciously. “Yeah, right.”

We headed back to Dave and Bill’s and got there around 7:30. The hotel had three people there setting up a couple of tables and some food and drink. Nice! They had it catered. They must have done really well with that start-up company.

We waited for the hotel personnel to leave and just as they did, a couple showed up. Dave stood and introduced us to John and Barb. John was the third member of their team. He was tall, about 6’1″, and in great shape. He had dark hair, not quite black, with light skin and blue eyes. His wife Barb was hot. She was pretty tall, probably about 5’8″ without the short heels she had on, and she had a nice shape. Her tits weren’t quite as big as mine and Laura’s, but she was probably a nice c-cup. She had nice legs and she was showing them off in a short skirt. They were a great looking couple.

I got a glass of champagne and was sitting there eating an appetizer when Laura came over. “Guess what?”

“What?”

“I just got off the phone with Wendy. She’s here in Vegas with some friends who are here for their bachelor and bachelorette parties. She’s got some free time so she’s coming over.”

Great! Just fucking great! Wendy was a friend from back home and whenever we were together, Wendy always had a way of making sure I knew how hot her nice tight ass was. I think that was because I had great tits and could show them off and she didn’t. She was a bit of a bitch about it. I’m sure it was tit-envy.

I wandered around and was talking to everyone when I noticed that Laura and Barb were laughing and looking over at me while I talked to Bill. I wondered what was going on, so after a few more minutes, when Bill went to get some more drinks, I walked over to them. Barb was smiling at me and Laura was giving me a big evil grin.

“What?”

Laura leaned over and whispered in my ear. “I told Barb about last night and how you have to be my slave for the time we are in Vegas.”

I was a little shocked, but not overly so. Laura does this routinely to try to embarrass me. “And so I have to do what?” I knew that something was coming that I was not going to be comfortable with, but would have to do.

“Well, it’s like this. Barb has written everyone’s name, except yours, down on pieces of paper and put it into a bowl. You are going to go into the bedroom and wait on the bed. Barb and I will draw a name every 20 minutes or so and that person will go into the bedroom with you and use you for sex.”

I stared at her and looked around the room. Three guys and three girls besides me. Well, that wasn’t too bad. I sighed heavily. “Okay.” I knew there was no getting out of it.

“There is one caveat. The guys cannot fuck your pussy and you can’t cum until it’s all over.”

I groaned. Not that again. I relished the anticipation of an orgasm and the buildup, but too much denial made me too ridiculously acquiescent. czech porno That’s how we got here in the first place. I stared at Laura for a few moments and she stared back with a shit-eating grin on her face. Finally, I relented. I mean I wouldn’t mind having sex with all these people and at least they would all be paying attention to me, right? “Okay, let’s do it.”

Laura turned to Barb. Barb turned toward a bowl and pulled out a name. “Bill.”

I headed to the bedroom and closed the door. I slipped off the dress and bra, no panties since I had donated those to a panty-sniffing waiter, and lay down. Not 30 seconds later Bill came into the room. He was grinning and almost trotted over to the bed.

“Hello, cum slut.”

Jesus, that name! “Hi, Bill.”

Bill didn’t take his shirt off, just his shoes, pants, and underwear. No foreplay necessary, I was just there to get him off. He climbed up over me and straddled my chest. “I want to fuck your tits.” I hadn’t noticed when I came in, but there was a bottle of lube strategically placed next to the bed. Gee, I wonder who placed that there.

I watched as he knelt over my chest and rubbed the lube onto his cock. It was actually a pretty nice cock. He poured a little lube on my chest and pushed his dick down against it. I pushed my tits together and Bill slowly started sliding back and forth.

“I saw Dave do this and I wanted to try it, too.” He kept sawing back and forth and I watched as his cockhead would poke out the top when he thrust forward and then disappear between my fleshy tits when he pulled back. “It’s not as much fun as I thought. Visually stimulating, but I need something more.” I guess he finally realized that it was not as good as fucking or sucking. But he kept it up.

“Don’t you like my nice, big tits?” I teased him, hoping he would get done faster. “I have nice, big tits for a nice, big cock like yours to fuck.”

Bill grinned. “I love your tits, but I think I love your mouth more.” And with that he pulled out of my tits and shuffled forward to feed me his cock.

Of course he loved my mouth more. I was pretty good with it!

It was a little bit of a tough angle, but he managed to point his cock down, and I raised my head enough, so that he could push it into my mouth. The lube had a slight strawberry taste.

“That’s it cum slut. Suck that big cock and swallow my load.”

I looked up directly into Bill’s eyes and he stared at me as he thrust into my mouth. I kept sucking and swirling my tongue, but he was basically fucking my mouth now, so I closed my mouth around it and kept the pressure around it with my lips. Bill kept fucking.

“Oh, yeah. I’m going to cum. I’m going to fill your slutty little mouth with my cum. Fuck! Yeah!” Bill kept talking about doing it until he finally erupted in my mouth. I kept sucking and swallowing until he finally let up and sat back on my stomach. His rapidly softening cock was drooping toward my belly.

“That was great, cum slut.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re welcome, Bill.” I said his name a little sarcastically, but he ignored it.

“Okay, got to go. You need to get ready for the next person.”

“Oh, Bill?” He turned back toward me as he fastened his pants. “My name is Deb.”

“Got it. See you later, cum slut.” He grinned at his verbal poke.

I didn’t say anything, just got up to get a towel for wiping my mouth and my chest. I didn’t get to the bathroom before Laura came in.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

“I need to wipe off the lube and some cum.”

“Stay there.” Laura went and retrieved a towel. She came over to me. “I’ll clean up some of this mess.” And so she wiped off the little bit of cum on my chin and then proceeded to clean my tits and chest. Only she didn’t just clean them, she made sure she tweaked my nipples and rubbed and played with my tits as she pretended to just clean me.

“You are such a fucking tease.”

“You have no idea.”

Just then the door opened and in came Dave. Number two of my possible six sex partners, although I wasn’t sure about the married couple. He grinned and watched as Laura played with my tits. By now I was just starting to feel real horny and my pussy was wet. Nothing else had really gotten me going. I mean a blow job is fun, but giving one like I did to Bill really doesn’t make me wet.

Dave went over, took off his pants, and lay on the bed. “Come and get it cum slut.”

Laura laughed and whispered to me. “These guys are so easy to train.” Then she turned me toward Dave and swatted me on the ass. “Get on all fours on the bed and suck his cock.”

Dave laughed. “Yes, exactly. Suck my cock and you’ll get your reward cum slut.”

Jesus, how many times could they use that name?

So I did as I was told. I went over, got on all fours, and grabbed Dave’s cock. It, too, was a nice cock. Around 6″ and decent girth. But I could handle that, so I went to town on it, hoping to get him to cum quickly. I licked from the bottom of his cock to the top, enjoying his moans as he enjoyed my tongue. I put my mouth over his cock and bobbed up and down a couple of times then wrapped my hand around the base and started to bob and jack his cock to get him off. He was so horny, he wasn’t going to last long.

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