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So now I was a member of the Munchies. You think I got into that club for nothing, but believe me, I paid my dues.

Every day just about noon Jaz would come by the loading dock to pick me up.

“Come on, Larry!” she would sing out. “Time for lunch!” Just to be sure I got the message, all the other guys in earshot would chime in, repeating what Jaz just said and usually adding their own five cents. “Time for lunch, Larry. Mustn’t keep the girls waiting. Don’t forget your handbag. Is your make-up on straight?”

Yeah, real comedians. I almost busted my girdle laughing.

Once I got away from those jokers, Jaz and I would head for the parking lot and pile with the rest of the group into Kimberley’s van. It’s Kimberley, by the way. Don’t call her Kim. Cute little brunette, but her height matched her temper – short. I guess having three kids will do that to you. Getting behind the wheel of the van definitely sent her into Mom-mode. Seemed like she always wanted to be in control but never quite got there. She was constantly shushing the group down when it got too loud and trying to keep the conversation decent, which with this pack was no easy trick. Since she was also the head of personnel, I tried to be extra nice to her because you just never know.

Summer was the easy-go receptionist, a willowy blonde who was really good at her job of making people not mind waiting in the waiting area one bit. She also had a phone voice that definitely kept callers on the line as long as she wanted to hold them. The only reason Summer didn’t run the world was that she was a little bit out of it and didn’t seem to care to.

And finally there was Brooke, who was also quite capable of running the world and did care to thank you very much. Brooke was a VP sent by corporate after it acquired our company a couple years ago. The founder, Ed Grant, was definitely on the way out and it was clearly just a matter of time before Brooke moved into his office. Always immaculately made-up and styled, I guess you could say she was attractive if it weren’t for the fact that her whole look was one big keep off the grass sign. Not sure what her angle was in hanging out with the Munchies, but I tried to avoid sitting next to her.

That was the group. Jaz and Nurse Yi you already know.

It was a quick ride over to Andrea’s Place, a local eatery that (I think) used to be a dyke bar. The walls were still covered with pictures of “famous” women, most of which I did not recognize. Aside from its sordid past, Andrea’s was famous for its custom-made salads, which drew in the office girls from all over the area, including the Munchies.

Man, the options at that place were simply mind-boggling. You just want a wedge salad with a little ranch dressing on the side? Fuhgeddaboudit! The mix of type of lettuce, toppings and dressing had to be reviewed, discussed and planned out like it was the freakin’ invasion of Normandy. Because my math skills were not up to producing an accurate calorie count and I could never get the acidic balance right, I just let Jaz and Nurse Yi order for me.

Once ordering was out of the way, the conversation would turn to other matters. Usually gossip, shopping and what was on TV last night. But sometimes, once Gaziantep Mutlu Son Escort they got used to my being there, things could get a little x-rated. I mean, these were some raunchy broads here. Luckily, at that time of day there were rarely any kids in earshot.

Lemme clue you in guys – size matters. And shapes too. And hairiness and smell and taste. Oh, and stamina. Definitely can’t leave that one out. They would talk about everything, with all the gory details and the more the better. It was sort of interesting to hang out in the other locker room for a change, if you know what I mean, and mostly I was happy to just sit and listen. But inevitably, someone was going to try to include me in the conversation. That was rarely a good thing.

For example, it turns out that Summer had started to date my old buddy Lou. It was definitely entertaining to hear about him from the perspective of the opposite persuasion. But one day, a relationship “crisis” hit and my advice as the resident expert on males was sought. I still remember choking on my croutons.

“So anyway,” says Summer as she nervously twisted her hair of spun gold, “Lou and I have been having a great time together. And we’ve been getting pretty, you know, intimate. He’s a real sweet guy, Larry. You’re his friend so you already know this.”

I probably would not have used that word to describe Lou, at least not to his face. Also because I know for a fact that he has already gone through three wives. Yeah, he’s sweet at first, they have a great time, then he has a little too much to drink one night and proposes. After that, it’s six months to a year until he gets tired of the “same old same old” and dumps them. Oh, I could tell a few tales about Sweet Lou, but sitting here with the girls I just nodded in agreement. I was getting pretty good at that.

“But lately he has been pushing this idea, this crazy idea that – oh, I don’t know if I can say it.”

“Come on, Summer!” said Kimberley. “We’re your friends. We’re here for you. The fact that you’ve said this much shows that something is bothering you. Best to get it out and let us help.”

“OK, then,” replied Summer, strengthening her resolve with a pull on her raspberry iced tea. “He, Lou, thinks it would be really fun and hot to invite someone else to – to join in – another girl!”

From the exclamations that erupted from around the table, I could see that Lou’s idea was not a hit with this focus group.

“You mean a ménage à trois?” shrieked Kimberley. “That’s obscene. Isn’t that obscene, Larry?”

I guess she asked me cause I was the only one who had yet to express an emotion on the issue. Actually, the thought of Summer getting it on with another babe did not strike me as obscene at all, at least, not in a bad way. But I knew I couldn’t say that here. So after I recovered from choking on my croutons, I decided to finesse the issue.

“I dunno, I guess that depends on how Summer feels about it. Summer, how do you feel?”

Yeah, I played the feelings card. Great way to get the gals chattering with each other and off my back. Or at least I thought it was.

Summer turned those big, blue eyes on me with a look of quiet thanks for putting the spotlight back on her.

“Oh, I was shocked at first, just like you all. I felt that he must be unhappy with me, that I wasn’t enough for him. But Lou explained that he thought it was an adventure we could both go on, a love safari he called it, and that it would strengthen our relationship. And I shouldn’t be worried about the other girl. He knows some websites where people are looking for a quick hook-up and nothing more. They come, they make you come, and then they go, no strings attached. I guess if I’m honest with myself, maybe I’m also just a little bit curious.” Then she squeaked, like a mouse scurrying back into its hole after it sees the cat coming, and covered her face with her hands.

“Summer!” shrieked Kimberley, who was really in a shrieky mood today. “Don’t be so naive! He doesn’t want to take you on any love safari. This has nothing to do with love. He wants to use you to put on a lesbian sex show for his own entertainment. Some guys really get off on that – don’t they, Larry?”

Shit – back to me. More finesse. “Um, I don’t know Kimberley. I think the sight of two beautiful people, whatever their gender makeup may be, um, having relations could be a, um, beautiful thing. And Summer certainly is a beautiful person.”

Summer uncovered her face, but before her eyes could even thank me for my compliment, Kimberley pounced again.

“So is that what you think? You think Summer is beautiful enough to stage a lesbian orgy for the gratification and amusement of your old buddy Lou? Is that what you think?”

“Now Kimberley. That is not what I said or what I meant. Summer was the one who said she might be curious. And what if it is a bit of a show? Sometimes we put on a little show to please our partners. Everybody does, man or woman.” At this point, I snuck a quick look at Jaz, who seemed to be enjoying this show very much.

Kimberley wasn’t done with me. She caught my look at Jaz and it seemed to give her an idea.

“Sure Larry, but it can work both ways, right? So maybe guys like to watch a couple of young girls making out. But you know what, us girls might not mind seeing a couple of well-built studs going at it. Would you put on that show? Would you go down on another guy if it would please your partner?”

Now it was Kimberley’s turn to look over at Jaz, who had not stopped grinning the whole time. “I think someone is getting i-deeeas! Would you like that, Jaz?” pursued Kimberley. “Would you like to watch your boyfriend get hot and heavy with another guy? Put his cock in his mouth and see just how deep he can get it to go?”

Fuck! No! Jaz, stop this!

Jaz must have heard my silent plea and finally spoke. “Sorry, but Larry is all mine. I couldn’t imagine sharing him with anyone, man or woman.” There was a chorus of “awwws” around the table. Not sure if it was because they thought Jaz’s attachment to me was sweet or if they were disappointed that I wouldn’t be the star of a gay sex show anytime soon, which they could at least look forward to hearing about if not actually attending. At any rate, the conversation, mercifully, moved on.

Another day, it was Brooke’s turn to tell us about her love life. She had been going on about how most men were terrible at eating pussy. They thought they knew what they were doing, but they really didn’t. No feel, no touch. Just gobble and slobber around for a bit like a pig at a trough and then when they decided they had done their duty and gotten their target area wet enough, they would leap up and on her for what they viewed as the main event. Yeah, I’ve heard about guys like that.

“And the worst part is, they expect you to be grateful for their pathetic efforts!” exclaimed Brooke, who was really warming up to her subject. “It’s just hopeless. You know what I would really like? I would like to have a man who would simply lie on his back, stick out his tongue and let me work it.” That’s when she turned to me.

“How about it, Larry? Let’s get the male perspective here. Do you think you could keep stiff and still while a woman humped your face?”

How’s a guy supposed to answer a question like that? Especially when said guy’s male perspective is, under this hypothetical scenario, one of peering up from between his boss’s thighs, trying to look over her imposing tits to check out her face as it hopefully contorts in ecstasy while she bangs her clit against his outstretched tongue that he is desperately trying to keep out there for her because her pleasure and his paycheck may depend on it.

But Jaz had trained me well. The thought of eating pussy, even Brooke’s pussy, really got my juices flowing. As this image took hold of my mind, I could feel my tongue moving now, not to form actual words to respond to my boss’s question, but simply to present itself as ready and able to do the job. Reporting for duty, ma’am!

Luckily, Jaz came to my rescue again as she put her arm around my shoulders. “Actually, Larry can do better than that. He doesn’t need me to guide him. It’s like he has an intuitive feel for the right spot.”

Now the girls got all excited, ooohing an aaahing and wanting to know my secret. Well, I sure wasn’t telling. How was I supposed to tell them about voodoo quiches and magical bonds? So I just mumbled something about Jaz being a great teacher and a general inspiration.

Looking around at the rest of the table, I could see they were definitely interested. Summer was stroking her full lower lip with her thumbnail, clearly wondering about more than whether the polish and lipstick matched. Kimberley’s sharp white teeth snapped off the end of a carrot stick and her intense look told me that she wouldn’t mind taking another bite of something a little meatier. I was starting to get a bit uncomfortable under all this attention.

Now it was Nurse Yi’s turn to break the spell. “Ladies, perhaps we should change the subject. I recently treated Larry for a seizure, which I believe may have been connected to intense sexual excitement. If you get him too worked up, he may have another. You wouldn’t want him to fall off his chair, would you?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind having a man like Larry lying helpless at my feet,” laughed Brooke. “Men are really at their best when they let their lust bring them to heel. But you’re right, of course. We mustn’t put anyone’s health at risk.”

And so they let it go and the conversation again moved on. At least, I thought they let it go. But as we were leaving the restaurant, I noticed that Brooke hung back a bit with Jaz and I could just hear her say: “Such a well-behaved boy. You simply must give me your recipe.”

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House of Feathers Ch. 19: A Surprise Discovery

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A stand-alone story, but following from earlier ones. Enjoy!

It had been an intensive morning, but in the end had gone much faster than I had expected. Leaving the lab, I stuck my head into her office. She wasn’t there and her computer was shut down, meaning that she hadn’t just stepped out to the loo or something.

I followed my nose into the kitchen – empty. Well, she had to be around somewhere.

I put on the kettle and made myself a cup of tea. Taking it in hand, I wandered around the villa. All empty.

I called her name, but got no response. Odd.

I stepped outside on the ocean side and strolled through the sun. The surf was high and the sun warm on my skin. I thought she might be whale-watching on the point, but the area was empty.

In the end, following the shoreline, I found her on water’s edge on the other side of the promontory. No wonder she hadn’t answered; I had obviously stumbled onto a self-bondage scene. I decided to be quiet and enjoy the view.

She was on her hands and knees between two palm trees. Her thighs were belt-tied to her calves, keeping her in a kneeling position, while a spreader bar kept her knees well apart and – no doubt deliberately – kept her from falling to the side. A leather collar encircled her neck and a single padlock held together rings in the collar and wrist cuffs. From them, a chain stretched to the bottom of the first palm tree. A second chain ran from matching ankle cuffs to the base of the other tree. The total effect was to keep her on her knees stretched out between the two trees. A ball gag was in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes. She’d obviously put some effort into this.

An ice lock held what was obviously the key for the padlock, which would swing down on a string to her hands when the lock eventually released. Given that our average temperature in the island was a virtually-constant 28°, it was a safe bet.

A powerful battery-powered wand vibrator was suspended by a cord running up into the trees. Its bulbous head was buzzing as it bounced lazily and lightly against her exposed pussy, then swung away, leaving her anus and glistening labia exposed.

From the way the sand under her knees and elbows was packed down, she had been there a while. I looked at the ice lock; it was covered in water beads and dripping, obviously about to release.

I flipped the dangling key out of the way to give me a while to admire the setup – and her. On thinking about it, I wedged its tip into the bark of a tree to keep it from falling when the ice lock released.

Just for a moment, of course.

In the interests of scientific observation and aesthetic appreciation.

She’d understand.

Her firm buttocks were swaying from side to side, clearly in an attempt to bring Gaziantep Genç Escort the wand into firmer contact with her pussy. As it was, all it could do was to briefly tease her before bouncing away from her sweet spot every time she moved. From the amount of nectar on her thighs, she was highly aroused.

On the soft sand, my bare feet moved silently and I was able to walk completely around the scene without her noticing. She had – typically – placed herself completely out in the open where any passing boater would have been sure to see her. We didn’t get much water traffic in our area and she of course was aware of that, but, knowing my kinky girl, she would have found the mere possibility of being seen immensely exciting.

To give her credit, it was an admirably artistic setup.

She grunted and shifted, probably impatient for the key to drop into her hands. I thought she must be exceptionally frustrated, given the periodic light stimulation by the wand.

I picked up a stray feather from one of the local wild birds and very, very lightly, ran its stiff length down the inside of her right thigh. Her leg muscles clenched, but her head didn’t turn, leading me to think she might not have consciously noticed it. Well, I could change that.

Without interfering with the wand’s travels, I ran the feather tip down the length of her pussy lips. Her head swung from side to side. She’d noticed that one, all right, but probably wasn’t sure what was happening.

I continued to stroke her pussy with the feather. Her fine ass bounced in response to the teasing. She knew now – I could hear her trying to talk through the gag.

I unbuckled her ball gag and she spat it out onto the sand. “Shit!” she said. “What the hell?”

“How embarrassing,” I replied softly. “But isn’t it amazing what a man can stumble upon when he goes for a stroll?”

“Don’t piss about! Let me loose!”

“Maybe,” I mused. “But it’s such a pretty sight and I’m enjoying myself.” I fondled her buttocks, squeezed a breast, ran my finger along her labia. “I wonder what happened to the key?”

Her reply was unprintable.

I began to run my hands along and over her body, stroking and fondling. The wand bounced against her ladybits and, on impulse, I grasped it and held it firmly against her clitoris. She backed her hips into it and wiggled them back and forth, groaning in pleasure. I let her enjoy it for perhaps 20 seconds, allowing her to begin panting rapidly before pulling it away. She moaned in frustration as I softly stroked her wetness with a slow finger.

Leaning over, I unbuckled her leg belts. Her wrists and ankles still tethered, she lifted her butt up high into the air. Shifting, I knelt beside her, facing her feet. I wrapped one arm firmly around her waist and pulled her in against me. I started stroking her pussy lips with my other hand, softly circling her love bud with the tip of a finger. She jerked, writhed under my touch. Picking up the feather again, I held her tightly against my side and teased her pussy with light, flickering sweeps. Her breath hissed in.

I let go of her, then bent down to whisper into her ear. “Nice setup, dear. Maybe I can find a key somewhere.” I held the wand against her pussy hard for a few seconds and then released it to continue its slow, light bouncing against her.

I left her cursing under the trees and went to fetch the camera. Some high-quality photos would look well as a screen-saver. When I came back, I also brought some bottled Perrier and a straw. She sucked thirstily on it, then stopped, realizing – correctly – that refreshments probably meant I was in no hurry to release her.

“Damn it, turn me loose!”

“In a while.” The camera was set to make an old-fashioned shutter click sound when it captured an image and, as I circled her, she quickly realized I was capturing her predicament.

She started to swear again, but had a sudden change of mood. I could see her grin to herself. Why not?

I lay down beside her and started fondling her dangling boobs. How fun anatomy can be!

“Mmm, nice,” she said, distractedly.

“More Perrier?”

“I’m good.”

“Blindfold off?”

“Still good,” she replied. “Waiting to see what you come up with.”

“See?”

“Shut up and do me. That wand is driving me nuts.”

“Well, didn’t you think of that when you set it up?”

“I thought it would settle against me. I’ve been stuck here forever. What time is it, anyway?”

“Time for you to learn to tie knots.”

“That’s not funny.”

“On the other hand, this is.”

“OK, so it didn’t work. I was horny, you were busy and it seemed like a fun idea at the time. Where’s the key?”

I got up and set the wand aside, knelt down behind her and, holding her cheeks apart, began to trail my tongue tip over her labia. Up the length of one, down the length of the other. She yelped. Her legs clenched. I pulled them apart for better access.

My tongue dipped into her womanhood, then flicked down to her bud. Around and around, my tongue swirled over her. She started to pant with her arousal, her body twitching, swaying from side to side.

I backed away from her and retrieved the wand. I placed it between her breasts on the ground and, lying down by front, picked up her head and slid underneath to kiss her. “Still looking for it,” I said.

A decade of tongue-play later, I disengaged myself, returning to her rear, where I again took to fondling her fine ass. Two hands, two beautiful cheeks – it seemed so natural, so perfect.

She was oozing lady-dew and moaning in her need; I was rock-hard. I slid my hand down over her opening and rolled two fingers inside, stretching and fondling her slippery lining. I could feel her clenching inside.

Kneeling behind her, I guided my cocktip with one hand to her opening. She groaned in delight. I rolled my head over her clit and around her lips, then slipped just the head in.

Chains rattled as she tried to shift.

Barely in her, I clasped her hips with both hands. Back and forth, my head penetrated partway into her warmth, never fully entering her.

“More!” she cried. “Now!”

I slowly pushed all the way into her, feeling the rim of my cock-head moving over her ridged lining. I slid in as far as I could, then held her firmly against me without moving. Her bum tried to move, but there wasn’t much scope for play.

I reached around in front of her leg with one hand and again started massaging her bud with one finger. She cried out sharply and squeezed my cock with her pussy muscles.

Enough. I grabbed both hips and began pumping into her as fast as I could. Her cheeks slapped against my stomach. Her hips bucked and shuddered.

She was moaning almost continuously. Holding her by the hips, I continued driving into her – hard.

My balls were swollen, my dickhead on fire. Feeling myself on the brink, I slowed my pace to stretch it out. Too late; I came like a hammer. After three or four more slow strokes, I bent over her back, holding her tight, panting myself. Her ass kept moving under me as she desperately sought her release. I hung in as she struggled, but eventually, softening, I pulled myself out.

“Get me out of here,” she demanded. “I’m not done with you yet.:

Instead, on impulse, I pushed her ball gag back into her mouth and buckled it behind her head. She started thrashing back and forth, cursing loudly behind the gag. I reached down under her, found the still-buzzing wand and refastened it to hang lightly against her pussy.

I leaned down and whispered into her ear. “Who am I to deprive you of a good lesson? “I’ll be back in an hour or so.” I paused. “I bet I’ll find the key in the toy box – with the butt plugs.” She thrashed in her fury.

The wand recommenced its slow bouncing swings against her pretty parts.

I listened to her cursing behind the gag for a few seconds, but she didn’t give me her safety grunt and I grinned to myself. So predictable, so much the woman I loved.

She’d be seriously, seriously pissed when I released her of course, but she’d done much the same to me often enough that I knew she’d be laughing at herself two minutes later. And releasing her would mean an opportunity for more Play.

It was a turning out to be a fine day.

So I went to watch the whales for a bit.

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Background Research Ch. 04

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Chapter 4: Don gets a surprise from Amber.

This is the fourth, and final, part of a continuing story. In order to appreciate the characters and their relationship, please read the previous parts: Background Research.

* * * * *

It was Friday night, and Don had just gotten home from work after a long meeting with his sales team. He was ready to relax with a beer, a simple meal of leftovers, and maybe an old movie on TV, when the phone rang.

“Hello”?

“Don? Don, it’s Amber. Remember me, sweetie?”

Amber was the your prostitute that Don had met through his friend Lisa, while helping her with research for her next mystery novel.

“Amber, I could never forget you! Wow, I’m surprised to hear from you! What’s up?”

“Don, I was wondering if you would do me a big favor. I have a new girl who I am helping to get started in the business. She’s pretty nervous, and it would be great if she could start out with a real gentleman… not to mention a very hot guy!”

“Amber, I don’t know what to say. You know that time with you started out with me helping Lisa. I really hadn’t planned on making a habit… I mean…” Amber laughed at Don’s sudden discomfort. “Don, you ARE a really nice man, and I think you’d like Crystal. And I know she’ll like you. How about it? Tomorrow afternoon?”

“OK Amber. Will I get to see you again?”

“Yes, I’ll be there… but remember, your date is with Crystal!”

“Wait Amber, there is one more thing. Lisa didn’t have anything to do with this, did she?”

“Why do you ask Don? Is there a problem?”

“No, no problem. I just got s strange feeling from her last time we were together, and I haven’t talked to her since. You know she arranged a couple more encounters for me, and I guess things got a little awkward.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much Don. I bet she’s just busy with her book. I still can’t believe I actually met Lisa Swanson! Anyway, if you like we can talk about it, after you meet Crystal.”

They talked for a few more minutes, arranging the details, and then Don hung up. Somehow he wasn’t in the mood for an old movie anymore. He wished he’d subscribed to the porn channel!

* * * * *

Don drove up to the gate at Amber’s condo complex and entered to code. The gate swung open, and he parked in a guest space and walked to her door. Before he could knock, the door swung open and Amber pulled him in.

With an excited squeal of welcome, she leaped into his arms and kissed him. He barely had time to take in the tiny teddy she was wearing, as he found her tongue slipping into his mouth and her perky breast pressed against him. It was a full minute before she broke the kiss and stepped back, finally remembering to close the door behind Don.

Strangely, of all Don’s recent experiences, he had probably enjoyed Amber the most. It was impossible not to like the young Asian woman’s enthusiasm.

“Hi there sexy! I am so-o-o happy to see you! You’re just going to love Crystal! She’s getting ready for you, so why don’t we go get you showered and all refreshed for her.”

Without waiting for a reply, she took his hand and pulled him into the bathroom. She quickly helped him undress, then slipped out of her teddy as he watched, his cock rising in appreciation of her petite body. She giggled and bent down, casually taking the head of his cock into her mouth and twirling her tongue around it, before pushing him into the shower.

She turned on the water and opened a fresh bar of soap, then quickly washed his body. Each time he reached for her, she playfully slapped his hands away, telling him he had to save his energy for his “date” with Crystal.

She quickly helped Don rinse, then handed him a thick towel as they stepped from the shower. The dried one another and Amber gave Don a soft kiss before tying a towel around his waist.

She paused for a moment and gave Don a serious look. “Be nice to this girl, Don. She’s special.”

She Gaziantep Eve Gelen Escort opened the bathroom door, and for just a moment the air, moist from the shower, formed a mist as it encountered the cooler air of the bedroom. With a theatrical flourish Amber led Don through the mist-filled doorway and said, “Don, this is Crystal.”

Don could only stare at the beautiful woman who stood, smiling shyly at him. She wore a filmy white negligee that emphasized her golden blonde hair and tanned skin; a ribbon gathered the cloth below her luscious breasts.

“Lisa?” he exclaimed.

“Hello Don. For today let’s use my working name… it’s Crystal.”

“What’s going on? You can’t be serious about this!”

“Don, for all the research I’ve done, I still don’t feel I really understand what it’s like to be a… provider. You know how obsessive I am about getting the details right. I asked Amber if she would help me with this.”

Amber nodded in agreement. “Don, you are really the perfect client. A real gentleman, not to mention incredibly hot! If Crystal wants to do this, I thought we could both help make it a good experience.”

Don was shaking his head. “This is crazy Lisa. I can’t do this. You’re my best friend.”

The beautiful blonde did not reply. She walked up to Don and wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing his head down, and kissed him softly. Their lips touched for just a moment and Don inhaled her scent. The second kiss was longer, their lips partly and her tongue slipping into his mouth. Her breasts pressed against him, and he could feel her stiff nipples against his chest through the thin fabric of her negligee.

She felt him slowly relaxing, the tension leaving his body as he took her in his arms. Don’s heart was racing as they kissed, their tongues eagerly exploring.

It was “Crystal” who finally broke away, and began to nuzzle against his chest. Her body slid down his as she fell to her knees, kissing her way down his chest and firm abs. She loosened the knot on his towel, letting it fall to the floor.

Despite all he had done with Lisa watching, Don was still a bit embarrassed as his cock stood straight up, revealing the extent of his arousal. But any reservations he was feeling slipped away as the beautiful blonde wrapped her hand around his shaft and rubbed the head of his cock across her face. She looked up at him and smiles as she brushed the tip over her lips, making them glossy with his precum. She kissed the head and then parted her lips, teasing and kissing. She took his cock slowly, playfully, just a little at first, then more and more, sliding her lips sensuously up and down his rigid shaft.

Don groaned as her lips passed the halfway point on his shaft, her tongue massaging the underside of his cock as she sucked him. “God Lisa that feel good.”

She paused for a moment to give him a wicked grin and said, “I keep telling you babe, it’s Crystal!”

She then returned to her task, bobbing her head faster up and down as she took him deep into he mouth, each stroke leaving more of his cock wet and glistening with her saliva.

Amber had stepped behind the blonde. She tossed aside her towel and knelt naked behind her. Reaching around, she untied the ribbons on the negligee and drew it back of Crystal’s shoulders, exposing her tits. Amber pressed her body against her and took one of the blonde’s tits in each hand, squeezing and kneading them.

Don could barely restrain himself as he watched the young girl playing with his friend’s breasts, pinching her stiff nipples, as Crystal sucked him. Amber looked at him and said, “She’s all yours Don… all paid for… fuck her face, cum in her mouth.”

Her words seemed to be the trigger Don needed. He let his lust take control of him, all restraint swept away. His friend Lisa was gone… it was Crystal, the beautiful new hooker, who was giving him an incredible blowjob. He thrust his hips forward, driving his cock into her mouth. He heard her gag for a moment, but she quickly recovered and relaxed her throat, taking his full length until his ball slapped against her chin.

He thrust into her urgently again and again, already feeling the cum rising from his balls. Crystal moaned as Amber pinched and twisted her nipples. With a final thrust Don drove his cock into her mouth and then erupted, spewing load after load of cum.

Crystal swallowed as much as she could, then pulling away, a tick rope up Don’s cum running down her chin as she gasped for breath. Amber turned her friend around and kissed her, their bodies pressed together as their tongues passed Don’s cum back and forth.

Finally the girls broke their kiss. Amber said to Crystal, in a loud stage whisper, “guys always love a show, ” as she winked at Don.

She led the blonde over to the bed and helped her to lie back, arranging her like an offering for Don. “Hungry, Don?”

He quickly climber onto the bed, positioning himself between Crystal’s outstretched legs, and gazed admiringly at glistening pussy. Her lips were swollen and already parted slightly, moisture oozing from her. He leaned down and kissed her lightly, inhaling the scent of her arousal, as the soft tuft of blonde hair tickled his nose.

He kissed her again and again, teasing her with his lips and letting his tongue dance lightly over her wet folds. Glancing up, he saw Amber lying next to Crystal, lightly caressing her breasts as both girls watched him.

He began to lick her pussy, lapping up her juices, parting her lips and driving his tongue into her. He licked her again and again, sometime pressing the flat of his tongue against her, sometimes teasing her with the tip. He worked his way slowly to her clit, running his tongue over the swollen nub again and again before finally closing his lips around it.

He slid two finger into Crystal’s throbbing pussy as he sucked on her clit. Her hips rose from the bed, grinding against his face as his fingers stroked the walls of her pussy. She was moaning loudly now, thrashing on the bed. Amber’s was kissing and sucking her nipples, as Don thrust his fingers deep into. She drove her pussy against his face and felt his teeth close on her clit.

Her body convulsed as she cried out her orgasm, her thighs clenched around Don’s head, her juices drenching his face.

Slowly she relaxed onto the bed. Amber crawled over to Don and kissed him, then teasing licked Crystal’s cum from his face. She drew him further up the bed and took his cock in her hand, stroking the hard shaft. Reaching over to the nightstand, she retrieved a condom and expertly rolled it onto his rigid shaft.

Then, taking his cock in the hand, she rubbed the head up and down Crystal’s inflamed pussy. Soon the head was slick with the blonde’s juices, and Amber pressed it between the swollen lips.

Crystal and Don gazed into on another’s eyes as he slid into her. They were vaguely aware of Amber kneeling beside them, softly stroking both of them as Don began to move. He slid slowly in and out with long, deep strokes, burying himself in her each time, their eyes still locked on one another. He felt Amber reach beneath him, caressing his balls as he fucked the blonde.

He began to move faster, angling his cock as he found a place that made Crystal gasp with each thrust. She shifted her hips slightly, and suddenly they were perfectly aligned, moving faster and faster, climbing together toward their climax. Don felt Amber shift position, and then she was behind him, her hands on her hips, thrusting with him, urging him to increase his pace. He felt her body pressed against his, her nipples brushing across his back, and as he pounded into Crystal again and again.

“Oh fuck, Don, I’m cumming!” Crystal cried out. He felt her pussy clench around his cock, her muscles convulsing, and that was all it took to push him over the edge. With a final thrust he drove his cock into her, and she felt his hot cum shooting into her again and again.

Slowly their breathing returned to normal. Don kissed Crystal softly as Amber knelt beside them.

“OK you guys… my turn! Crystal, I don’t know how you were able to watch Don and I without joining in, but I am so horny I’m going crazy.”

Laughing, Crystal helped Amber push Don onto his back. They knelt on opposite sides of him, and began to take turns licking and sucking on his cock. The sight of the two beautiful women – the voluptuous blonde, and the petite black-haired girl – playing with his cock was enough to arouse him almost instantly. Each girl in turn slurped loudly up and down his shaft, bathing his cock with their tongues and their hot, wet mouths. After a few minutes Amber pronounced Don sufficiently hard, and quickly stretched a fresh condom over this throbbing erection.

With a growl, she threw one leg over him and straddled him. Crystal reached down and held his cock, as Amber lowered herself, impaling her small body on his massive shaft. She sank straight down onto him, taking his cock into her dripping pussy with one continuous motion.

With her feet planted flat on the bed on either side of him, Amber began to bounce rapidly up and down, her pert tits bouncing with each stroke. Don watched in fascination for a moment, and then placed his hands on her hips, helping her to move. It was clear that Amber was intent on cumming quickly. She reached down and began furiously rubbing her clit as they fucked. Crystal was sitting cross-legged on the bed, thrusting her fingers in and out of her hole with wet swishy sounds.

Don began to thrust into Amber, his hips rising from the bed and slamming his pelvis against hers with each stroke. Her tits bounced wildly, the dark, hard nipples swinging up and down. Don heard Crystal gasping and moaning as he felt his own orgasm building.

The three came within seconds of one another, Amber screaming as she unleashed a flood of her hot juices onto Don’s cock, just as he filled the condom with his own cum. Crystal, too, let out a long wail as her orgasm shook her body.

Both girls collapsed on top of Don, their sweaty bodies resting against his. They tied contentedly, kissing his skin lightly. He pulled the girls into position so they were lying on either side of him, and they lay together as he kissed each in turn.

Don had almost fallen asleep when he heard Amber getting up. “I’m going to go into the kitchen and get us something to drink. Would you guys like a glass of wine?”

Don and Crystal both agreed, and watched as Amber slipped out of the room.

Don broke the silence and asked, “Did you get everything you needed? I notice you’re not taking notes.”

“I think I did learn something Don. I know it’s not always like this, and there are a lot of bad parts, but for someone like Amber I think there’s a lot of pleasure in this job as well.”

“And how about you? You certainly seemed to have a good time.”

There was a long pause before Crystal answered. “I don’t think it would be like that for me, Don. I’m not Crystal. I’m Lisa Swanson. And I think to really enjoy being with a man, there has to be a connection. I have to be at least a little in love.”

“You must not think a lot of me… doing all the things I’ve done in the last few weeks. I wish we could start over, just you and me.”

“I don’t Don. I think we both learned a lot about our sexuality. We both opened up a lot and experienced some incredible things. And we’ll always share that, just as we share our friendship.”

“Oh for god’s sake!”

The two looked up to see Amber standing in the doorway with a tray holding three glasses of wine.

“Will you two just say it? You’re in love! You’re both attractive and successful, and you’re both incredible in bed. Time for the happy ending.”

Don and Lisa looked at each other and smiled. Without a word, they kissed, barely noticing as Amber set down the tray and held out a wineglass for each of them.

“So Lisa… what’s the next book about?”

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My thought processes were completely scrambled. Images of our encounter flashed and dissolved as quickly as time seemed to be passing. I was in slow motion yet all around me seemed to be moving extremely fast. I had just had a delicious bisexual encounter with the woman next door and a stream of past desires had suddenly become reality and a more were visible on the horizon, plus it seemed that there was a strong likelihood of a myriad more unforeseen times to come. I could still smell and taste her as I raced up to the petrol station for her new stop light bulbs as promised. The image of her teasing tongue snaking down to lick her own nipple, as I had commanded her to do, was all I could think of clearly. I recalled in my mind how anxiety had turned to apprehension as I sat watching Michelle in her kitchen and then, the next thing I knew, we were in each others arms, on the floor in a mass of tangled limbs enjoying, no, savouring a new found sexuality. It was possibly a fated meeting, but it was something that, if foretold to either of us at the start of the day, would have brought total dismissal from us both.

Within a very short space of time I once again found myself upon her doorstep and ringing the doorbell. It was an old style pull cord that clanged the real antique bell inside the door. I stood upon her threshold with my heart thumping noticeably in my chest.

“That was quick!” she exclaimed with a mock shyness.

“I will only be a few more minutes and the task will be complete.” I said showing her the two globes. She gave me the keys to her small, dark green four-wheel drive and suggested I let myself in after I had finished with the car as she had some things to do in the kitchen in the meantime.

The stoplight replacement took a little longer than I expected because of the fiddly-ness of the fittings. Michelle obviously felt the same, because I caught sight of her a number of times peeking through the front window to see what I was doing. Eventually, she came out and climbed into the rear seats, draping her arms over the backs and asked me what I was doing.

“The bloody socket, pardon my French, is tucked around behind the rear framework and I can not get enough purchase on the broken globe to get it out.” I said, grunting with each effort.

“You sound like a steam engine.” She commented with a laugh.

I was lying in the rear boot area of her 4-wheel drive and each time I moved, my baby pink singlet top would ride up exposing my midriff. I felt a cool breath of air on my tummy and looked up to see Michelle blowing a stream of air from her mouth down onto me. I smiled at her and she placed a kiss on the tips of her fingers and delicately transferred them to my lips. I softly responded with a pucker of my lips, which she returned to her own lips. That moment, although only consuming a very small quantity of real time, seemed to linger between us for an eternity. The softness of her expression impacting on me like butter left out on a hot day; I was melting before this lovely lady. Without saying a word we communicated complete story lines between us simply by looking into each other’s eyes.

Michelle was the first to move as she came round to the open rear door to lend a hand. She tenderly stroked my hair back out of my eyes and kissed my shoulder.

“I really do appreciate you doing this Sue, but really, you needn’t bother.”

I looked up at her, the sun catching her hair from behind and framing her head in a halo of golden light.

“I wish I had a camera right now, you look so beautiful.” I said, my heart skipping a hundred beats at her radiant natural beauty as she stood before me. “More so than usual.” I added.

Michelle blushed noticeably.

“Bah!” she said dismissively. “You are just saying that. I am no competition against you. You have such a gorgeous look about you and you carry yourself with such grace and poise. I suppose that is attributable to you being model material, but nonetheless, you are simply genuinely beautiful.”

“Who said anything about being in competition!” I said, a little to sharpish than intended.

“Sorry, I did not mean to …..,” her voice trailed off.

“No, Michelle. It is I who should apologize. I did not mean to sound so snappy just then. You are a very gorgeous woman in your own right. Just because I have done some modeling means absolutely zip. Do you ever notice how people of both sexes look at you and after you when you are out and about.”

She nodded.

“Well, they are not just admiring your shoes are they?”

She shook her head.

“What do you think is going through their minds?”

This time she shrugged, then smiled her little girl smile.

“If they are like me, they look at you and think ‘Wow, what a good looking, sexy woman. I wonder what it is like to fuck her.”

“Sue!” she exclaimed.

“Well, I do. I mean I used to think that, until an hour ago. Now I know first hand.” I said with a laughed and a cheeky twinkle in my eye.

“Did you really used to think Gaziantep Olgun Escort like that about me?” she asked quietly. I nodded my response.

“I have to admit,” she said shyly, “I think, well thought, but still think, like that about you.”

“I was hoping you did.” I said, flushing just as much as Michelle had.

I sat up and kissed her tenderly on the lips. She responded with a sensual caress of her own lips on mine. She then traced my lips with hers, placing delicate kisses all along my mouth but not lingering long enough for me to fully engage. I sat there transfixed, feeling the whole world vanish into the ether, the only tangible thing being this wonderful person in front of me, and the tenderness of the moment.

“Sue,” she started to ask with a slight hint of coyness displayed by her body language. “How, um, I mean when did you first discover you were, um…. You know.”

“Bi-sexual?”

“Yes. Thank you. I was not sure how to put it. But how old were you when did you find out?”

I sat cross-legged in the boot of her car and started to tell her of my first time with Vickie.

“My first girl on girl experience occurred when I was 18.”

“That early.” She exclaimed as she sat beside me, her eyes eager for every detail. I continued to relate the circumstances and detail the place and time, Michelle taking it all in.

“It was so beautiful that I instantly fell in love with her and, thankfully, she with me.” I said, in closing. “We were together for just over a year until she had to go overseas to start uni and we just slowly lost touch.” I sighed, then added jokingly, “there was no internet nor email back in those days.” Michelle reached over and took my hand in a gesture that indicated she could feel the regret that still lingered for a lost love.

“That is so beautiful, Sue.” Michelle whispered with a hint of withheld tears.

I brushed her hair back off her face, “That had ignited my bisexual interests dramatically. I never had a proper sexual encounter with anyone prior to that night at Cronulla and I am still amazed that my first female experience occurred before my first male experience. Now, all these years later I often find myself looking at women in the street and secretly wondering if they had ever made love with another woman or even knew of its delights.”

“I think I know now of what you speak.” She sighed.

Then Michelle turned to me again, here eyes shining bright. “How did you get into modelling?” Was that through another lesbian experience?”

“My, you are full of insightful questions aren’t you?” I retorted, though tempered by a broad warm grin. This lovely lady beside me was once such a remote person to me, with barely a few sentences exchanged in any one meeting but now here we were talking of sexual matters as if we had known each other for decades.

“Oh, sorry. I did not mean to pry.”

“Not at all.” I said. “After what we have just experienced, I would be asking the same questions.” She grinned cheekily but remained silent.

“I was in David Jones in the city, shopping in their exclusive section looking for a suitable outfit to wear to a charity ball my then boyfriend’s, now husband, company was hosting. I had just turned 22, and I was working in the city at the time and as it was my lunch break I decided to at least have a browse at what was on offer.”

“After a few bad choices, I found this black satin dress to try on. It was cut low in the front and tied up around the neck in a halter style. It was even lower cut in the back. A low curving line that stopped just above the small of my back. It was not the kind of dress you could not wear a bra with as the ties revealed the sides of your breasts near the arm and the plunging neckline and sheerness of the material would not have looked good other than being shaped by one’s body alone.” I smiled cheekily and my attentive audience of one nodded intently listening to my every word.

“Wow. I bet it was expensive.” Michelle chimed in. “And, I bet you look simply stunning in it too.”

“Thank you.” I smiled. “I think I could have turned a few heads,” flicking my hair back in an exaggerated way. We both laughed at that.

“I came out of the change room to have a better look in the full length wall mirrors, when the designer came up to me. She was doing some in-store promotional work and was delighted to see me trying on one of her creations. She was about my height, maybe a little taller, but not altogether heavier in body and bottom, but noticeably larger in bust size. She would have been in her late forties I guess but she still had a good figure and was still very attractive facially. She started to fuss over me commenting about my figure, my bust, etc and suggesting I try this accessory and that. As she continued, Alyssa (she introduced herself after the first few minutes) was moving her hands more freely and she started to brush down across my breasts as she made excuses that the dress was not sitting right. I was not sure what to do or how to react. I was seriously inclined to take the dress from the outset but her attentions where causing me a bit of concern.”

“After I had explained the occasion to Alyssa, I asked her if she could suggest something else and she quickly ran off to her rack of new arrivals. She selected a floor length hot pink satin dress which was strapless but had a delicate gold chain that clasped across the back, the back line then dipped deeply to just above my bottom. She urged me to try it on and all but picked me up and took me into the change room. She was so excited and even asked if I had ever thought of doing any modelling. I reply in the negative and she said she could just see me on the catwalk in her outfits. I blushed as she took the black dress I had just removed and placed it on a hanger. I was standing there in my white lace bra and matching knickers, inwardly relieved that I had put on some descent underwear that morning, when she brushed her hand quite deliberately across my crotch, which made me jump slightly. She told me that I had some strands of material from the black dress caught on my underwear and then she, with a forcible and commanding hand, turned me about looking me up and down. To my astonishment though, all this fuss and attention she was now showering on me also started to make me feel a tad excited.”

‘”I have to have you as a model for my new collection,’ she said to me as she turned me around looking me over and over again.”

“I would have run for the hills,” said Michelle.

“I nearly did!” I told Michelle, “but the idea of modeling her clothes plus the butterflies she was giving me rooted me to the spot.” I turned and looked at my lovely neighbour and took her hand in mine as I continued my tale. “Michelle, do you know the exclusive floor in DJ’s in the city?”

“I have been there once or twice so I kind of know where you mean etc.” Her hand gently squeezed mine in a soft reply of recognition of where I meant. I interlaced my fingers in hers and continued.

“Well, because it is so expensive and that, you do not get a lot of the lunch time crowds there, in fact it is a good escape.” We both chuckled in agreement. “The change room Alyssa had directed me too was away in a remote corner so she had me virtually all to herself. She continued to admire my body and underwear commenting on its styling and such. Then she cupped my breasts and started to toy with my nipples. I stood transfixed and she just looked me straight in the eye and said, ‘You are a very beautiful woman, Sue and I want to make love to you.’ Just straight out with it she came. I could feel my nipples enlarging as she thumbed them through the flimsy material of my bra. ‘Since you have not moved I can only assume that you want to as well.’ She said and I nodded my consent suddenly feeling my legs getting weak from the rush of sexual excitement I was now feeling.”

“Alyssa, pulled me to her and kissed me ferociously. Her mouth engulfing mine and sucking my tongue almost out of my body. I felt consumed by her passion and pushed my tongue hard back against hers. She groaned her joy at having me acquiesce in her arms. I did not even stop to think of the possibility of being discovered, the suddenness of her move on me had not given me time to think at all. She deftly pulled the cups of my bra below my breasts and bent her head to feed greedily upon them. I threw my head back in ecstasy and cuddled her black haired head to me as she suckled noisily. I groaned deeply each time she firmly chewed on one of my throbbing nubs, rolling it then pulling it with her teeth and then sucking hard to keep it stretched.”

“My legs were trembling, more from the intense sexual attack than any nerves, and she eased me back so I could sit on the corner slat bench seat in the room. I placed my bottom on the edge with Alyssa still sucking my tits. I looked down to watch her and even in the demure lighting of the room I could see the copious amounts of her saliva coating each swollen bud. With hands alone, she indicated that I should lift my bottom and as I did she removed my sticky panties. Once removed the cool air that ran up between my now splayed legs as somewhat refreshing. Alyssa remained on my breasts as she slid two fingers deep into my sodden groin. As soon as she had them knuckle deep she went down on me, her tongue smashing into my swollen clitoris. I caught my breath at her touch and bucked my hips up to greet her onslaught. Her fingers pulled back then drove in hard making me gasp again and again while her tongue licked right along the hard ridge of my clit. I lost control of my legs as they started to shake visibly. I held onto the edge of the seat for all I was worth, my knuckles tuning white as she pounded me hard with her fingers. I cried out to her that I was about to climax and she increased her pace. I threw my head back and supported my body on my arms as I swayed my vagina up to her invading fingers and spearing tongue.’

‘Then I exploded. I clamped my thighs around her head, locking her to me as I shook totally out of control of my being. All manner of spectral lights played across the insides of my eyelids as she drove me over into a bottomless void of beautiful delight. I eased my bottom back onto the seat as I slowly regathered my senses and gently ran my fingers through her raven hair. We did not exchange any words for quite a while, we just sat and savoured the moment.’

‘Finally she stood and pulled me to my feet. She kissed me tenderly and then said, ‘Now, my dear, here is my card. Come to my office tomorrow at 11am and I’ll discuss the modeling contract I would like you to sign you.’ I looked down at the business card and nodded. “Oh, by the way Sue, don’t bother buying any of these outfits from here. I have these and some others at my office that would be perfect for you to wear. Call it an upfront engagement fee.’ Then she simply turned and left. I suddenly realized where I was and what had just happened and feeling rather embarrassed, I dressed and made my exit as quickly as I could. I did not want to make eye contact with the staff but somehow I got the feeling they knew very well what had happened. I got back to my office and sat in a state of bewildered bliss. I replayed the events of that meeting with Alyssa repeatedly throughout the afternoon and twice I found myself in the ladies masturbating to relieve the insistent tingle I had between my legs.’

“I can relate to that, my dear girl”, said Michelle sitting crossed legged beside me. She smiled at me knowingly and quickly got out of the car. I could tell she was feeling excited by what I had told her, god knows I was too. I reached for her wanting to kiss her and hold her but she gracefully evaded my grasp.

“I had better let you get on with that,” she said pointing to the brake light panel. “I will be in the kitchen waiting for you. I will even have the tea pot ready, so please do not be long.” She bounded away, a certain new spring in her step. I watched her bottom as she disappeared wishing I could feel those soft white moons in my hands right now. But I had made an offer to do this task and I was not going to let it defeat me.

Surprisingly, once I got restarted, I managed to replace the bulbs within ten minutes. It was getting hot and sultry, the predicted storms beginning to build in the south. I could feel trickles of perspiration running down between my breasts as a result for my exertions and the humidity. A wicked thought crossed my mind with Michelle obediently licking my cleavage dry with her exquisite tongue. A shudder of excitement ran through me as I closed the car up and turned to go inside.

As Michelle had suggested, I entered using the key on her key ring. The only sound was the occasional clink of cups and saucers being washed up so I made straight for the kitchen. To my astonishment and very pleasant surprise, Michelle was doing the washing up wearing only a pair of bone coloured lacy panties and her sleeveless-top that she had worn earlier, and even from this distance I could tell she did not have a bra underneath. To add to this splendid sight, she also had on a pair of black high heels. The overall effect on me was like a moth to a flame. I was drawn without hesitation.

I went to her and lustfully thrust my body against her back and gorgeous behind. I pressed my breasts into the small of her back as she arched her back pressing her behind into me. I pushed forward pinning her body between my pelvis and the sink while I grabbed at her breasts. I pressed the ‘V’ of my hands under the rise of her breasts and pushed firmly up, squeezing the thumbs of each hand hard into the firmness of her flesh. She groaned loudly from deep within her throat as I pinched her nipples quite firmly, pulling on them through the material of her top. My mouth found her neck and then I started gently nibbling on her ear lobe.

“Oh, Sue, that feels wonderful.” She mewed.

After a few minutes of this, I dropped one hand down her tummy and across the front of her flimsy knickers. The waistband was wet, but that was from the water in the sink unlike the gusset, which was saturated with her vaginal secretions. I pushed my index finger hard into the folds and wetness seeped through and coated my finger. I raised it and told her to lick it clean. She opened her mouth and with that darting tongue quickly lapped up her own juices, licking her lips as well.

“So you like to be told how to go about pleasing your lover?” I asked, leaning my body hard against hers, my mouth on her ear.

“Oh yes, Sue, I never get to do things this way normally but with you it seems… ” She did not finish the sentence but we both knew what she meant. Somehow we both felt safe and secure enough to let go and release our inhibitions, things just felt right between us despite the brevity of our closer association.

I noticed a bread knife lying in the sink and knew right away I had to use it. I pressed my hips hard against her bottom again as I reached for it, Michelle catching her breath slightly as she saw what I going for. Without saying a word, I slipped the knife into the waistband of her knickers and cut it through. She gasped excitedly.

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Hans and I spent most of the day shopping for clothes for his new alter-ego, Honey. It was fun being out shopping together, even though I think many of the salespeople knew that we were actually buying the feminine clothes for him, especially when we were looking at shoes. We got Honey quite a few nice outfits, lots of lacy lingerie, hose, shoes, and accessories. Then when we got home around 4:00 p.m., we spent an hour on make-up lessons, slowly transforming Hans back into Honey.

During the day I had been with my husband, Hans, and I felt normal about him, in spite of what had happened the night before. But as the transformation to Honey came about, I felt my feelings change toward him. I was still a bit hurt and angry at him for throwing such a big curve into my life, but I also felt my horniness returning, as if his transformation into a pretty woman unleashed the hidden slut in me. As soon as we were done, and Honey was admiring herself in the mirror, I spoke sharply to her.

“Honey, I’m going to get undressed. Draw me a bath and bring me a glass of Chardonnay. And I want lots of bubbles.” I turned and walked out of the bathroom into my bedroom. As I undressed I heard the water running in the tub. I put on my robe and returned to the bathroom to find a tub full of bubbles and a cold glass of Chardonnay waiting for me. There was also something else on the counter next to the glass of wine.

“What is this?” I demanded to know.

“Well, it’s what I told you about this morning.” Honey looked down at the tiled floor. “You know, the dildo and the harness. I thought you said you’d use it on me, and I was hoping you might put it on when you got out of the tub.”

“I’ll do whatever I want when I get out of the tub, and don’t you forget it, Honey.” I was feeling powerful. “If I want to fuck you, I will. But if I don’t feel like it I won’t. And right now I don’t feel like it.”

Honey looked at me and in a pleading tone asked,. “Is there anything I can do to help you want to do it to me? To put you in the mood or anything? Cyn, I’ve been hornier than hell since last night, and I still haven’t had any relief” She looked so cute in her short green dress.

“Yes, you can make me dinner and change into something pretty and lacy. I just want a salad and some french bread.” I stepped into the tub. It was just the temperature I liked: hot! “That might put me in the mood…” I accentuated the ‘might’. “But I can’t say for sure. You just may have to go into the guest room and fuck yourself in the ass”. I laughed at what I had said and the fact that it was literal, not figurative. “We’ll see.” I could feel her squirm at my indifference, and it sent a thrill through me. “Now get out of here and get busy while I have my bath.”

I lay back in the tub, luxuriating in the bubbles, sipping my wine. Harness. Dildo. My thoughts are drifting as I close my eyes and relax in the warm water. Harness, dildo, Jimmy fucking me from behind…I let my hand drift up to my breast. Mmmmm. My nipple so sensitive. Just a flick. Just a little squeeze. I can feel it in my pussy when I squeeze my nipple, a direct line. A direct line to my little clitty. My hand drifts to my pussy. Lightly rubbing my cunt. Lightly. Harness, dildo. Jimmy. My body is relaxed, my mind is drifting. My hand is rubbing. Rubbing my clit. Rubbing my little clitty lightly. Gaziantep Escort İlanları Mmmmm. I drift.

When I awoke, the water was lukewarm, and I wondered how long I’d slept. After so little sleep the night before, I wasn’t surprised. I got out and dried myself with a fluffy towel and saw the dildo and harness on the counter. Wondering how it worked, I slipped the flesh colored, realistic dong through the hole in the harness, and began figuring out how the straps worked. Once I had it figured out, I strapped it in place and adjusted the buckles so it fit snugly. I looked in the mirror, and was astonished. There I was, a woman with curves and breasts, and with a big dick sticking out from my crotch. I turned to the side and looked in profile at my firm six incher. Hmm, this was interesting.

I put my robe on over my new cock and went to the bedroom. Opening the closet, I took a pair of Hans’ Jockey briefs and put them on over my cock. Hmmm. Quite a nice bulge. Grabbing a dress shirt, I slipped it on and buttoned the sleeves on the tightest button. They were a bit long, but cinched at the wrist, worked just fine. After buttoning the front of the shirt, I slipped a pair of Hans’ Docker khakis off the hanger and slipped into them.

I went to the dresser and rummaged through Hans’ drawers, finding a pair of dark socks which I put on before slipping into a pair of his loafers. Hmmm. I could feel my cock moving in my pants as I walked back to the bathroom. I put my still-wet hair into a tight bun behind my head. Looking in the mirror, I saw a “pretty” man. I adjusted my unit in my pants so it stuck straight up, and exited the bathroom for the living area of the apartment.

When I got to the dining room, I saw that Honey had laid out a nice salad on the dining room table, with french bread and butter, and another glass of wine. She came out of the kitchen, and I heard a sharp intake of air as she saw me.

“Cynthia,” she said. “You look wonderful.”

“Call me Sidney,” I said as I sat down. And get rid of this wine and bring me a bourbon.” Honey almost ran back into the kitchen as I sat down and attacked my salad. She came back in carrying a bourbon on the rocks, and I noticed for the first time that she had changed into something “more comfortable”, as I had ordered her to. She was wearing a sheer red short teddy, trimmed in a red fur. The material was sheer enough for me to see that she was wearing the red matching bra and panty set we had bought for her earlier underneath it.

“Come here,” I said, and as she approached me I grabbed her ass and pulled her to me. I reached behind her neck and pulled her face down to me and planted a big fat kiss on her. “You’re making me horny being dressed like that. Get back in the kitchen while I eat.”

“OK, Sidney! Just call me if you need anything.” Honey retreated back into the kitchen out of my view. I downed my bourbon in one big gulp and smeared butter on my bread.

“Honey, bring me another drink!” I bellowed. She rushed in for my glass, and bent over in front of me, pausing just long enough for me to get a look down the top of her teddy. “How’s your salad, Sid?” I reached around and gave her a squeeze on the ass. “Get me my drink.”

When she brought my drink back I pushed my chair away and stood up. “When you’re done cleaning up the kitchen I’ll be in the living room.”

I went into the living room and sat on the couch. I reached down and felt the hard prick under my khaki’s. I’ll give her the fucking of her life, I thought to myself. That’s what I’ll do. I sat for a while and flicked through a few channels, pausing at the sports channels, while I waited for Honey to finish up in the kitchen. I was getting into my role, and enjoying it.

When Honey came out, she walked seductively across the room, and came over to me and plopped herself in my lap. She held her face close to mine, gazing into my eyes.

“I love you, Sidney. I’d do anything for you.” When she said that, I grabbed her and kissed her, shoving my tongue into her mouth. Her mouth opened, accepting my tongue, and she lashed back with hers as I kissed her roughly. I pushed her onto her back on the sofa, and climbed on top of her. I pinioned her arms as I again stuck my tongue in her mouth. She kissed me back hard, moaning and bucking her hips beneath me.

I let go her arms and reached around behind her and slid my hand up the back side of her thigh. I rubbed her ass through the satiny fabric of her panties, all the while tongue-wrestling with her as if there were no tomorrow, and this was our last chance at lust. I ran my hand inside her panties and up the crack of her ass. She moaned and relaxed her butt muscles enough for me to find her little rosebud with my index finger.

I rubbed around it, finally pushing my finger inside. “Oh,” she said as I applied pressure, sinking my finger deeper in her. “Oh, god,” was her only answer as I began moving my finger in and out, fucking her tight little hole with my index finger.

With my other hand, pulled up her teddy, then pushed up her bra, exposing one pink nipple. I began to roughly suck and bite her nipple while I ran my finger in and out of her ass. She was moaning and bucking and I could feel her stiff cock pushing against my thigh.

I rolled off her, and sat back on the couch. “Suck my dick, ” I told her. “I want to see you suck my dick.” She got on her knees in front of the sofa and unzipped my khakis. I raised my butt as she pulled them down, then again when she pulled down my jockey shorts. As my new cock sprang into view, I could see that the briefs were soaked in the crotch and I could smell the scent of my sex in the air.

Honey began to rub my cock and kiss the side of it. “Lick it,” I told her. She started licking it up and down, and it was almost as if I could feel the sensations. “Suck it, bitch” I commanded her, and she took my cock in her mouth, running her tongue around the head, then burying it deep into the back of her throat.

“I’d like to shoot a big load in your mouth and make you swallow it all.” I told her. “Suck me and wait for that big load in your mouth.” She went to a feverish pitch, rubbing up and down my rubber cock and popping the head in and out of her mouth while she ran her tongue around it. I knew that it would have felt very, very good if it was the real article..

“Do you want me to fuck you, Honey?” I asked her.

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?” I teased.

“Yes, please, fuck me in the ass.”

“Show me your ass, honey.” She stood up, turned around, and pulled her panties down just enough to expose her behind, but not her balls. Well done. Very well done.

“You have a nice ass, Honey.” I told her, and reached up and began caressing it, running my finger over her little rosebud. “And I’m going to violate it in a couple of minutes. I’m going to fuck you in your ass until you beg me to stop.”

“We need lubricant.” Honey turned her head back to look at me. “We need lubricant. Do you want me to get some?”

“Yes, go get some fuck cream for your ass.” I gave her a slap on her buttock. “And make it fast.”

Honey literally ran into the bedroom and returned with a tube of KY.

“Put some on my cock, Honey, and rub it on real good.” She squeezed a dollop on her hand and began to rub it up and down my cock, coating it with a glistening sheen of lubricant.

“Now put some on your ass hole.” Again she squeezed a squirt out and began rubbing it up and down her crack, paying special attention to her tight little hole.

I pulled her down and pushed her face-down on the couch. Kicking off my trousers, which were down around my ankles, I got up on my knees behind her. “I’m going to fuck your ass now, Honey.”

And with that, I held my cock in my hand and guided the tip to her tiny anus. I couldn’t believe that it would go in, but I started pushing lightly, and I saw the very tip disappear into her ass. Another slight push and the head slipped in. Honey gasped.

“Wait just a second,” she said. “Let it relax.” I hesitated, applying very light pressure, and sure enough, in a moment the rest of my cock slipped in, and I watched as the entire length disappeared up Honey’s tight puck hole.

“Fuck me now, Sid. Fuck me.” Honey began pushing back against me. I held still.

“Please, Sid. Please fuck me. Fuck me hard.” Still, I didn’t move.

Honey began moving her hips up and down, trying to start some friction, but I held fast, buried to the hilt.

Honey gave a muffled cry, and I wasn’t sure if it was pain or frustration, or a mixture of both. Finally, I pulled my cock out to the hilt, then plunged it back in. Then out again, then in. I grabbed the KY and squeezed a big glob of it on Honey’s ass just above her hole the next time I pulled it out, and then began pumping it in and out. She was writhing on the couch below me, making unintelligible sounds, and I could feel her sexual tension growing, straining, as she raced towards an orgasm. “Rub your cock on the couch, Honey, while I fuck your ass.”

That was all she needed. She pushed her face into the cushion, and was almost screaming as her orgasm shook her. Again and again I pounded into her as the orgasm crushed her and pounded her against the rocks as wave after wave swept over her. I had fucked her good.

I pulled it out, and stood up.

“Stand up, I want to see the couch,” I told her. She stood, and there was a big, wet stain on the couch where she had unleashed her juices.

“You’d better get busy cleaning that up,” I told her as I walked towards the bedroom. “Clean that up, then dust and do the laundry while l’m out. I’m going to change and go find somebody to fuck me. Do you think you’re the only one who needs to get fucked around here, Honey? Well, you’re not. I need to get fucked, too, and you can’t do it. You just can’t do it. Not the way I like it, anyway.”

With that I went into the bedroom to change into something sexy. I had never picked up a man in a bar, but I was going to tonight. Oh yes, I was a naughty, naughty, girl.

To be continued…

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My Wife Ate Pussy and Liked It

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My wife and I always would lie in bed and talk about our fantasies and deep feelings about sex in our lives while and before we would make love. A few years back we began to talk about the subject of her eating a women’s or young girl’s pussy (one of my favorite subjects at bed time). One particular time while lying there, we were well heated and ready to make love, she told me that she had given deep thought and decided that she would love to really try lesbian sex not just talk and dream about it. After about a week, I had even forgot about the conversation, we were once again lying in our bed talking over our fantasies when she surprisingly told me that she had spoke (wrote) to a woman, via the Internet, who was as curious as she was to be with a woman. Wow!

My heart jumped a beat as I tried to encourage her to meet this person without showing my eagerness and craving desire in having her eat out a woman and maybe, oh did I hope, watch it unfold. Of course I gave her the go ahead, as if she really needed my blessing anyway. The next night she told me that she had contacted the woman and had made a date, first and foremost, just to meet and to see if they were on the same page and at least liked what they would see. The meeting was set for a few days later (Wow! I couldn’t believe my ears).

The night of the meeting came and I think I was more excited than my wife. I was shaking from anticipation Gaziantep Escort Reklamları of her telling me that she had to go out, so I forced myself not to mention anything fearing that I would “spook” her and cause her not to go. Finally she told me that she had to go out and meet someone but still did not say who she was going to meet or where she was meeting this person. My wife seemed quite excited when she left the house to go to her meeting but to my surprise she returned in just about an hour and a half looking tired and unemotional. I did not mention or say a word; I waited for her to tell me what took place. She did not. Truthfully I thought that their meeting went sour, she did not say anything about her “date” until later that evening when we were preparing for bed. I was taken back when she nonchalantly mentioned that she had another date with this woman, Robin, for the coming Sunday at noon.

The next few days seemed like a year, but finally Sunday had arrived. My wife showered as usual but instead of her usual jeans and a top she dressed to the hilt and looked hot as she left for her date with Robin. Several long hours later, and late in the evening, my wife returned home saying nothing to me, she did not even say hello. We both retired to our bedroom as we normal, got comfortable in bed like normal and I then asked the magic question. What happened? She looked at me and just turned away mumbling. Oh no! I began to think that her meeting with Robin did not go so good; but why was she so late?

The next morning we both awoke, showered and went to work all that time still did not mention a word about the previous night. However, that evening, we went to bed as usual, but this time my wife rolled over looked at me and asked me if I would like to know what took place with Robin. (Are you kidding me?)

Like a dog in heat I said yes while at the same time trying not to show my excitement. My wife began to give me the details of her meeting with her new lady friend. She said they met outside a not so local motel and after some small chit chat they went inside the motel and together rented a room. (I have to give her an “A” for “a lot of balls”) The walked away from the front desk holding hands all the way to their room. Settling in their room they opened a bottle of wine and began to introduce themselves with a little more chit chat with some hugs and small kisses. They lit a few candles that my wife brought along and sat nervously on the bed and continue talking while touching and poking each other. My wife said that she went to lean over toward Robin so to move something that was about to fall off the edge of the bed when Robing met her half way, embraced her and gave her a deep tongue kiss. With that first kiss came another and then another, all of which coming with their hands moving and touching everywhere on the other person’s body.

Knowing what she wanted, my wife said that she opened the top button of Robin’s jeans and tugged them off along with her panties. Now Robin was half naked with her shaved pussy glistening from moisture in the candle light and my wife rubbed Robin’s clit. My wife said that she then went down on her knees and began to eat Robin’s wet pussy like a hungry tiger. She described in detail how the both of them managed to get into the sixty-nine position in a non-stop frenzy as both girls ate and ate and ate each other’s pussy. In fact they never stopped to eat anything else, except for each others pussies, for the next several hours. (That accounts for all that time out on Sunday.)

My wife said that was one of the reasons why she had turned over the night before and moved away from me; her pussy was sore from being eaten out and she was afraid that I might have wanted to fuck her once I heard what took place. (Tired pussy, but she was right!) My wife also said that the next morning she discovered a light red hue around her mouth which she said was most probably from the stubble of Robin’s pussy. Very hot!

My wife and Robin have been with each other at least 100 times over the past few years. Sometimes for sex and sometimes just for going out; they are friends today. I have been with them in a threesome and my wife has been with her and her husband in a threesome, but that my friends that is another story for another day.

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Housewife Liberated Ch. 4

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On Monday she called up her husband’s work and talked to Keith, asking if he had any plans for a going away party. He replied that there was some lame office party. She suggested he come over for dinner that Friday and she and her husband would make sure he had a good send off. She listened as he agreed that he had always liked her and admired her husband. She smiled and gave him explicit directions to their home in the country.

She didn’t tell her husband all week and knew Keith hadn’t either. Friday came and she begged off the office party saying she didn’t feel up to it. He said he’d stay home but she told him to have a good time and drink a few extra for her.

She ate lightly and made sure her entire body was clean before dressing carefully in a demi cup black lace bra and matching garter set. Something about being fuckable yet clothed appealed to her mindset. She slid on the smoky stockings and slide on a pair of black stilettos. She slipped on a mere wisp of dress that under normal lighting was transparent. She waited for the cars to pull in and listened as her husband found out she’d invited Keith over. He muttered something about of course that she was always doing something like that.

She moved to kitchen listening to them talk about work and say they’d miss working together. She slid up behind her husband flaunting herself to Keith whose eyes went big the instant he saw her. She slipped a blindfold over her husband’s eyes and asked him to guess who. He seemed tense as he said her name.

“Be a good husband and play along,” she whispered in his ear as she led him to chair and had him sit down. She took his hands and tied them securely behind his back. He struggled only a little, as he was confused. She noticed the tent in his pants though and knew he’d play along.

She stepped towards Keith and before he could say anything she placed a finger over his lips. She did a slow turn allowing Keith to look at her body. She raised an eyebrow and saw him lick his lips. Her fingers ran up and down to pinch her already hard nipples. She placed a finger on his lips then on her hard nipple, pantomiming her wishes. He caught on and leaned over to suck the nipple through the fabric. He husband was struggling with chair as he heard her moan.

“What’s going on?” he said in a husky voice.

“You’ll see eventually,” she replied, as Keith moved to her other nipple.

Her moans filled room and she glanced over at her husband’s pants. She pulled Keith’s face up and put finger over his lips again. She moved to her husband and undid his pants and slid his boxers and pants down to his feet, effectively keeping Gaziantep Elden Ücret Alan Escort him from moving and displaying his pulsing hard red cock.

“Honey?” his voice wavered between need and lust.

“Not yet,” she replied as she moved back to Keith and gestured towards a chair opposite her husband. He sat slowly down, and she saw the questions in his eyes. He was being perfect for her plans with his silence.

She sat on his lap facing him at first pulling her dress off, exposing her body. His hands slide along her sides and butt as he settled her in his lap. She drew her finger from one nipple to the other and he smiled before feasting on one dark nipple and then the other. She whispered into his ear just loud enough for him to hear to strip. She watched him take off his clothing, and sit back down. She moved back to her husband and leaned forward so her nipples brushed his face, somehow he latched down on one and it was a while before she could move.

She smiled she didn’t know who to fuck first, her incredible hard husband’s cock that was dripping with cum or Keith’s clean cut cock that also deserved to be fucked. She moved back to Keith and sat in his lap again guiding his cock into her heated cunt. He bit back a moan as she rode him, and she murmured, “I wanted to make this a night none of us would ever forget.” Her lips met his and she devoured him taking control of his mouth. It was a rush to have two powerful men under her control. “I should thank you Keith, when Heath came home he was like an animal, we fucked for hours.”

“Why thank me?” it was partly moaned between licking and sucking on her breasts.

She heard Heath grunt and glanced back, his cock was still dripping. “He was so aroused from seeing you shower that he couldn’t wait to come home and fuck me, he said he jacked off four or five times just thinking about you watching him.”

“It was more like six,” Keith murmured a stunned look on his face, as he let go and came inside of her with the statement.

“You were watching,” Heath said in strangled moan.

“It was hard not to,” Keith countered he watched trail of cum flowing from her cunt to his cock as she pulled away.

She moved over to her husband’s lap and slowly fit his cock into her cum filled cunt, facing Keith letting him see her guide her husband’s cock inside of her. He moaned and gasped as he realized she had fucked Keith. She rode him, rubbing her clit staring at Keith until she came. Then she pulled away, knowing her husband still hadn’t cum his cock now covered in mix of herself and Keith. She removed the blindfold and watched his cock begin to spurt as he saw her and Keith and his own wet cock. She stepped back watching spurt after spurt of cum explode from his cock. When it had stopped she felt Keith behind her, looking over her shoulder. Heath was still rock hard and she was amazed, Keith was fingering her with one hand the other tugging a nipple. Heath groaned but didn’t protest, not even when Helen begged Keith to fuck her again.

Heath watched in shock as his coworker fucked his wife from behind, watching the pale white cock slide in and out of his wife’s slick cunt. He felt his cock spurting off again as he watched her cum again and again from Keith’s fucking. His cock was still hard but aching and he wondered if he could cum again. He saw her whisper something to Keith and he agreed with whatever she said. He shivered at what it could possibly be as she finally pulled away. She replaced the blindfold and he was again basked in darkness. He felt a tongue running along his cock, and then two. O lord he thought Keith and Helen were both licking him. One person left as other began to suck his cock, and he knew it was Helen even before he felt Keith’s cock brush his lips. He was so turned on he didn’t think twice as he sucked the smooth tip. He was amazed at how it felt to have his mouth fucked as Keith pushed his cock deeper and deeper. He felt as if he was going to gag and then his throat relaxed and he felt it all go down. He was in shock even as his own cock throbbed and filled his wife’s mouth. He took a deep breath in from his nose when he felt it. The tip was swelling and fluid was dripping down back of his throat. He sucked eagerly swallowing as Keith came.

Keith slowly pulled out, his cock still hard. He glanced down to see that Helen had achieved the same results from Heath. He grinned and figured that was it as he had cum three times and Heath four or so. Helen whispered something to him and he grinned.

She removed the blindfold and noticed how her husband’s eyes followed Keith as he went to go get something for her. She helped her husband to stand. He was helpless and loving every moment of it. She moved him to table and had him lean on it. He felt so exposed, and wondered what she was thinking. He couldn’t see much from this position except Keith returning with something in his hand. Then he felt his wife’s wet cunt grazing his ass, he jumped a little at the sticky feel of cum sliding down his ass. It didn’t prepare him for what happened next. Her fingers or Keith’s it was hard to tell maybe both were pulling his ass cheeks apart and lubing them up. He didn’t dare protest as his ass opened up under their touch. He looked over and saw Keith putting on a condom and was unable to speak. They only had condoms in house for one reason that was so that if Helen ever felt like having anal sex, they would be safe.

Keith moved from his view and the next thing he felt was what had to be Keith’s cock knocking against his ass. He felt his ass tighten at first and then loosen up and in that moment the tip slide in. Keith groaned as Heath’s ass tightened around him. He had never done this but when Helen asked as a special favor he agreed, and there was no turning back. His hands gripped Heath’s ass kneading the flesh as resistance faded and inch after inch disappeared. He began gently thrusting in and out listening to Heath’s strangled moans. Helen watched in disbelief, as Keith fucked her husband. It was intensely erotic and she wished Keith wasn’t leaving so soon. She wondered who else she could get to fulfill this fantasy of hers and Heath’s in the future. She smiled as she noticed thin strands of cum dripping off her husbands cock as he came once more. Keith groaned deeply and gripped her husband’s butt tightly as he shoot off. He withdrew and thanked Helen for this opportunity. She helped him take the condom off noticing he was slowly fading. He gave her a brief kiss on cheek before collecting his clothes. He said good-bye to Heath and said that he would certainly never forget them and that he wasn’t sorry they hadn’t done this sooner.

She smiled and waved as he headed out door, she moved to Heath and helped him stand. His knees were weak and his cock utterly hard. She sat him down as she removed his shoes and pants. Finally untying him she sat down in his lap fitting his hard cock inside her.

“I love you,” he huskily whispered holding her close, unable to think straight much less take in all that had happened.

“We should do this again sometime,” she whispered before snuggling up to him feeling perfectly content with his cock inside her motionless.

“Maybe next time it could be with another woman?” he softly suggested not wanting to push her but thinking now was a good time to implant the idea.

“Maybe,” she whispered back. They sat there for long minutes before he finally stood holding her on his cock and carrying her to bed. She rode him in bed until she could take no more, his cock seemed unable to deflate or cum again. It was an interesting phenomenon, one she had plans on using as she finally pulled away and cleaned up herself. In the absence of stimulation Heath fell asleep but his cock didn’t rest until morning when he woke up with his normal semi.

On the drive home Keith was barely able to believe what had happened, Helen and Heath had been incredible and he wondered if he’d ever enjoy such an intensely erotic and loving couple again.

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His Wife’s Whore

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“I don’t believe this!” Jane exclaimed when she walked into their bedroom and discovered her boyfriend Sam on his knees sucking off her brother Bill. He was naked, while her brother sat on the edge of the bed with his pants pulled down. Both startled, Sam scrambling with some lame excuse, and Bill shoving his cock back into his pants. This was not what she had in mind when she agreed that Bill could come and stay with them. She screamed at them for a few minutes, and then threw Bill out of the room. She ranted some more at Sam, who was still kneeling, his head hung low crying softly.

“You are pathetic. What, your gay now? You want to suck cock now instead of licking this” Raising her skirt she pressed her panty-clad pussy towards his face. Thru the tears he explained that lately the thought of servicing a man had been arousing him. He still loved her, was still turned on by her, it’s just he got turned on every time he thought about a cock in his mouth. As he talked she realized that she was going to have to do something to regain her control of their relationship. If this was how he felt there would be little she could do to change him, but there was plenty she could do to take charge…

“Fine, if this is how you feel, then your going to do it right. From now on you do as I say… completely and without hesitation. You cross me, them you can hit the road. Your going to do this on my terms, understand?” Sam nodded, his tears drying. She pulled him up to his feet, but wouldn’t look her in the eyes. “Good” she said, “submissiveness is a feminine attribute, just like cock-sucking, isn’t it?” He looked at her when she said that, but she shot him a look that cut off any protest. “Go get a bath, I have something I have to take care of. Get clean but stay in the water until I return.” Jane smacked his ass as he turned to leave, and the strode out of the bedroom and down to the living room. Bill was there, looking apprehensive as she approached.

“Look I know your gay, and I don’t care. I’ve never made an issue of it Bill…” Jane paused, looked him in the eye, and continued. “But did you have to fuck my husband behind my back?” Bill apologized, said that it was only the second time, and the first time was only Sam sucking him off one night when she had been out. “I’ve never fucked him, I swear.” She believed him, after all why would he lie? She noticed that he was setting up some refreshments, and remembered that Bill was having a few of his friends over to watch a movie tonight. “What time are the boys getting here?” She inquired. He said not for a couple of hours. She smiled, a plan forming. “Don’t start the movie until I come back, understand?” He agreed and she went back upstairs, this time with a bounce in her step.

***

It was almost three hours later that the last of Bill’s friends arrived. Altogether there were six of them, including Bill. They were bugging him to start the movie, and he was considering giving in until Jane appeared in the doorway. She was dressed differently than normal, wearing a long loose plaid shirt, jeans, and boots; perhaps she was going to do some cleaning in the garage… “Hey fellas” she greeted them. Looking around the room she smiled, realizing Gaziantep Elden Ödeme Alan Escort she knew each one of them from the times she went to the gay club with Bill. She used to laugh to herself about this bunch, thinking “They can’t even think straight.”

She walked in front of the TV and leant against it. “So you boys really want to see this flick” she absently knocked the video tape over with a finger, “or do you want to have some real fun?” They all started asking what she had in mind, and she had to wave her hands to silence them. “I have a new toy, and I was thinking you guys might like to borrow it for the evening… only cost you $20 each.” The group was utterly confused, and finally someone asked how they were supposed to agree when they didn’t know what they were supposed to agree about. “True enough” and ducked into the hall. When she returned she was trailing a leash. Whatever it was attached to didn’t want to come in, but a yank on the chain solved that.

Bill and the guys gasped as Sam walked into the room, but it wouldn’t be fair to call what they were looking Sam. He was dressed in one of Jane’s sun dresses, a red one tight around the torso but loose from the hips down, wearing black stockings, the tops visible below the dress’s hem line, and a pair of black 4” high heels. He also had on a long blonde wig, one Bill remembered from a costume Jane had worn for Halloween a few years back, and his face was done up in make up; nicely too. The dog’s choke-chain collar was around his neck, and Jane’s leash was attached to it. If you didn’t look too closely you’d mistake him for a woman. You could have heard a pin drop right then, as they all stared at the sight before them.

“Boys, this is Samantha, and she’s my new whore. You see she likes to suck cocks, so I figured I’d make some cash on the side. So, for a few bucks you can have a blow from a ‘ho.” Jane laughed, and Samantha was blushing brightly. The ice broken everyone started talking and laughing at once. Someone wanted to “get a better look,” so Jane pulled Samantha forward and made him step up on the coffee table and twirl clumsily in circles while she described him like a piece of meat. She made him pose for them while they made comments and catcalls. Finally she stopped him from turning. “We have a deal boys?” She scanned the room. Everyone was reaching for his wallet… she smiled.

Jane turned to Bill. “I interrupted you earlier, you want to be first now?” Bill grinned wildly and nodded. Jane pulled Samantha down onto his knees, but still on the coffee table. Bill moved in front of Samantha and undid his pants, pulling his hardening cock out. Jane used the lead and choker chain to pull Samantha’s head down until his mouth was in line with Bill’s cock. “Suck it whore,” she said clearly but quietly. Samantha hesitated, so Jane used her free hand to grab her face and force open his mouth. “You were doing fine earlier, do it again” she ordered. Bill slid into Samantha’s mouth, and Samantha wrapped his lips around Bill’s shaft. Samantha started out slow, but Jane watched as he got into his work, and in no time at all had Bill shooting his load deep into Samantha’s mouth. Bill laughed with the release, and turned to high-five his buddies, his spent cock slipping from Samantha’s mouth. Jane grabbed him by the arm and stopped him. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” and she rubbed her fingers together. Bill laughed and tried to give her the $20 bill, but she shook her head. “Pay the whore” she smiled, “ put it in his bra.” Bill did and then stepped out of the way, allowing the next in line to approach.

Samantha tried to push the next man away as he pushed his cock towards his mouth, and Jane pulled the leash and choked him off a bit. “You wanted to suck cock,” she hissed, “and you’re damn well going to.” She pulled his arms behind his back and used the leash to tie them there. Now any time Samantha tried to use his arms the leash choked him; he was only comfortable if he didn’t struggle. The next guy unceremoniously pushed into Samantha’s mouth, and not waiting for him to start, grabbed his head and began fucking Samantha’s face. Jane stood back, watching as man after man used her husband’s mouth and then shoved money into his bra. It seemed so degrading, but with each guy Jane watched as Samantha got more and more into it and started to enjoy being used.

It was around the time that Samantha was servicing the 5th guy that Bill and the 2nd guy, whose name incidentally was Jack, moved around behind him and lifted the back of the sun dress, exposing his freshly shaved ass, and the black thong peeking from between his cheeks. Each cheek showed a faint but visible hand print, and when they turned to look at Jane she shrugged and explained that Samantha had need a “little discipline” to make him come down stairs, so she had bent him over her knee and spanked him until he relented. Bill and Jack began caressing the exposed ass, marveling at it’s smoothens and tightness. Jack dropped to his knees, pulled the thong aside and began to tongue Samantha’s ass, lubing it thoroughly with his spit. Samantha moaned on the guy she was sucking cock, and he encouraged Jack to continue. Jack licked his finger and shoved it slowly into Samantha; she gasped but the 5th guy simply pushed deeper and took control of his face.

After a few minutes of this Samantha was groaning and moaning onto the 5th guys cock, so Jack pulled out and started to get ready to put his cock into action but Jane stopped him. “He’s mine, and I get to pop his cherry.” With that she pulled up the flannel shirt to display a large bulge in the front of her jeans. As the guys watched she unzipped them and pulled out a nice sized strap-on dildo. She smiled and looked at Jack. “Mind lubing it for me while Bill continues to lube Sam?” Both men smiled and agreed, dropping to their knees to lubricate their respective targets. When both dildo and ass were ready Jane moved up behind Samantha, spread his cheeks and aimed the tip at his hole. She grabbed his hips and slid into him while Jack and Bill spit at their joining for extra lubrication.

Samantha struggled and tried to resist as the strap-on forced it’s way past his sphincter, but the combination of the choker chain, 5th guys hands on his head, and Jane firmly holding his hips made it impossible to resist. As the dildo pushed into him he groaned loudly, pushing the 5th guy over the edge, causing him to cum in Samantha’s mouth. As Samantha gulped down his load he felt the dildo slip fully into his ass, filling him completely. After Samantha stopped groaning, finally adjusting to the size of Jane’s rubber cock, Jane began slowly fucking him with it as the guys stood around and watched. “Beg for it slut” Jane urged, “Tell us all how much you want this.” Samantha couldn’t believe it as the words started pouring out his mouth, describing what it felt like, and even begging Jane to continue. All the guys were standing around stroking the cocks watching Samantha get ass fucked. Jane got a twinkle in her eye…

Jane untied Samantha’s arms, stripped the sun dress off, leaving him in just his money-stuffed bra, panties, stockings and heels, and then directed the guys to rotate Samantha onto his back, then tied his hands and feet together in a hog-tie. The only way Samantha could avoid choking himself is to pull his knees into his chest and relax fully. This position allowed Jane to sink the dildo in all the way up his ass. Samantha moaned loudly as he was taken. “Gather round boys,” Jane directed, “I want you to give his face a cum bath.” There were many murmurs of approval as they gathered round Samantha’s head, the final guy slipping his cock into Samantha’s waiting mouth. As they stroked, Jane pulled aside Samantha’s panties and exposed his now hard cock. She held it firmly and used it to pull herself deeply into him. As she fucked him she absently stroked his cock, oozing precum. The whole scene was too much for Jane, she was so hot watching her husband fucking these guys, taking her rubber cock, that she knew he deserved some relief.

Jane motioned Bill over, handed him a condom, and when he was properly sheathed she pulled out of Samantha’s ass and allowed Bill to slide in. She then bent over and began sucking Samantha’s painfully hard cock slowly and deliberately. The whole group seemed to move like a well-oiled machine, and pretty soon guys were cumming, spreading their gooey loads all over Samantha’s up-turned face and neck. The final guy pulled out of the moist mouth as he came and shot his full load right into the center of Sam’s face, coating him totally. The way Jane was standing allowed her to watch Bill fuck her husband, which turned her on even more. She slipped her hand into her jeans between her legs and slid two fingers into her sopping cunt. She was easily reaching orgasm when Bill pulled out quickly, pulled the condom off and spewed his seed all over Samantha’s balls and between his legs. The sight caused Jane to cum, and she buried Samantha’s cock all the way into her throat. When the head bumped against the back of her throat Sam came, pumping his jizz down her waiting throat.

When the orgasms had passed everyone moved away from the hog-tied whore and Jane untied him. Helping him to his unsteady feet she made him thank everyone and then led him out of the room, their cum dripping down his face. When they were in the hall Jane turned to Samantha and she gave him a big hug and kiss, covering her neck, face and lips with the men’s cum. She told him how much she loved him, and he thanked her for forcing him to do it, because he had the greatest time. Jane smiled, winked at him, and said, “I assure you it won’t be the last time…”

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Ass

“Morning” I called, walking in the door.

“Humph” Mr Grant grunted.

“You know Mr Grant” I said leaning across his shoulders “considering I let you come in my hand I thought you’d be nicer to me”.

“I’m hungry” he complained.

I kissed the top of his head and walked through to the kitchen. I made his porridge and brought it to him on a tray.

I watched as he wolfed it down, I wiped his chin with a paper towel then took the tray back through.

I washed the supper and breakfast dishes then offered to brush his teeth. He took them out with relish and I brushed them thoroughly and brought them back to him. He popped them in and leered at me.

“Is that zip real” he asked eyeing my top.

“Course it is” I laughed knowing where it was going.

“Show us your tits then” he demanded.

“Cheeky bugger!” I exclaimed but reached down and slowly undid the zip.

He licked his lips as I opened my top wide to show him that I wasn’t wearing a bra. I held it open for a while, my nipples getting hard, then went to close it again.

“What’re you doing?” he demanded.

“Covering back up” I said “I can hardly go about topless can I?”

“Why not? It’s a fuckin’ farmhouse! Who’s goin’ to see?” he snapped.

I realised he was right. The main road is some distance away and the farmhouse is reached by a single track road surrounded by hedges.

I shrugged it off and hung it up. Then I made a big show of vigorously wiping down the coffee table to let him see my tits swinging wildly.

“Come here girl” he demanded “fuck they’re a pair of whoppers aren’t they”.

He grabbed them and buried his face in them. Scraping his teeth across my nipples. Shaking his head between them and pushing them into his Gaziantep Elden Para Alan Escort face, inhaling deeply.

“Oi I’ve got to be getting on” I insisted and wrenched myself free.

He followed me around the house as I did his housework topless. Obviously I exaggerated movements like vacuuming to make my tits bounce.

If I had to pass him he’d grab at my tits or grip my pussy tight. Once he pushed his forearm to my neck and pinned me to the wall. His hand probing everywhere. He licked my nipples noisily smacking his lips over them.

“Now what will it take to get a bit of peace” I asked.

“Show me your hole” Mr Grant said.

Sighing as if it were a slight inconvenience I pulled my jeans & underwear down in one. I kicked off my shoes then discarded my clothes. I was completely naked.

“Ooh go through and lie on the bed there’s a good girl” he said, grabbing at his crotch.

I sauntered through and lay spreadeagled. I heard Mr Grant shuffle through a moment later. He was wearing his undershirt, trousers and braces.

He crawled onto the bed with me.

“You know in my day there was a name for women like you. Slappers!” he said.

“Yeah?” I replied “you know what they call us now? Fun!”

“When was the last time you opened your legs for someone?” he leered.

“Hmmm” I said pretending to think whilst I made something up “it must’ve been a couple of days ago. I didn’t have enough for my taxi fare so I let him take me on the back seat.”

“Dirty little slut!” he breathed.

His fingers ran up the inside of my thigh and along my pussy. He started shaking. He fumbled to find my opening and shoved his middle finger inside me. He was rough and I squirmed, enjoying the pain.

He pushed a second digit inside and began to work them furiously. My juices squelching loudly I was gasping and opening my legs as wide as they would go. I moaned with excitement as he worked his fingers fast.

“You should stop or I’m gonna come” I gasped.

“So?” he said not looking up.

“If I come I’ll want to stop”

His fingers yanked out my wet pussy.

“Not until I get mine then” he said moving onto his hands and knees.

He slowly shifted to between my legs. I held his side to balance him. He knelt up shakily and shrugged his braces down off his shoulders. He leaned heavily on my hip and I undid his trousers, shoving them and his Y-fronts down to expose his cock.

He used his hands to move forward over me then lay with his full weight on me. Rolling to the side he took hold of his cock and rolled back onto me.

He was just at my opening. My knees bent at either side to keep him steady I moved down the bed and he was inside me! He moved his hips and gripped my shoulders to pull himself up moving further still into me, his body coming to rest against me, his balls hitting my ass.

He grunted.

“You like that Mr Grant?” I gasped.

“Yeah” he groaned in my ear “you’ll do”.

Somehow his insulting indifference was more of a turn on. He was moving slowly. I wasn’t sure if it was to make it last or because he couldn’t go any faster.

I was surprised he could get it up again so soon but maybe he’d been waiting a long time. I was rocking my hips back and forth, rising up to meet his every downward thrust. His old cock parting the walls of my pussy as he pushed deep inside.

I could hear him panting, briefly I worried about his heart but he seemed to be going strong. He buried his face in my shoulder, his groans muffled, and fumbled with my tits. He was speeding up now and I moved my hips faster underneath him.

I’d been trying to hold off coming because I really do stop afterwards.

I think he could tell I was close and it pushed him over the edge because he started banging into me. He was gasping and calling out. Plunging into me over and over.

Suddenly a warm wetness flooded me. He kept moving his hips a few more times as he emptied his balls into me. Then he was finished. He collapsed on top of me.

“Well I’m not finished” I thought.

I forced my hand between us and awkwardly moving my top half to the side I reached for my clit. I began to rub furiously spreading his cum all over me.

“Wha…?” he murmured and as he realised what I was doing “Oh dirty bitch”.

I ignored him because I was so close. Suddenly my legs shook and I came hard all over my fingers and his softening cock that was still inside me. I didn’t hold back crying out loudly.

He was gasping too and I guessed it must be sensitive.

Eventually my body stopped jerking and I lay back. I was breathing heavily and gradually became aware of his snores. Rolling him off me I got up. He barely woke just mumbled something and resumed snoring. I folded half the quilt back over him and went to get dressed.

I let him sleep for about an hour. He’d usually be all over me but he was surprisingly quiet.

“You young girls are on the pill nowadays aren’t you” was the first thing he said to me.

“Some are” I replied.

“Well … are you?”

“No” I said and enjoyed the look of shock on his face.

He was subdued all day. When it was time to go I helped him to bed again.

I kissed him and he responded passionately.

“Good night Mr Grant” I said leaving the room.

“Goodnight Danielle” he answered quietly.

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My Special Weekend Ch. 02

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The small hotel was beautiful, several miles off the main highway, on a private drive. If it weren’t for detailed map I was given I would have driven right past it. As we drove up the winding driveway, I reached over and squeezed Camille’s exposed thigh.

“Total Trust baby, and total privacy. I pulled a couple favors to get us a room here for the night, and I’ve already ordered dinner, as a matter of fact, I’ve ordered a very special dessert.”

Camille purred next to me. I reached into her open shirt and pinched her nipples roughly; I couldn’t wait to get her to the room; although room would turn out to be quite an understatement.

I pulled to the back of the hotel, as I had been instructed and immediately found a large set of wooden doors, the word IMAGINE carved above the threshold. We were met by a well dressed young man, Trent, took our bags and walked us into our amazing suite of rooms. After instructing me on the use of the buzzer to summon him at any hour for any reason, he quickly left.

The small front room consisted of a very plush sectional, and a flat screen TV, it was beautifully decorated but more importantly deliciously comfortable, impeccably clean, and perfect for my plans. Camille led the way into the large bedroom, already alit with an array of candles. The king size bed was low to the floor, the thick down paisley cover pulled back, inviting them to the huge bed.

Camille began to undress as she crossed the room to the master bath that lay beyond. Her beautiful ass exposed by the time she reached the doorway. I left my clothes in a heap on the floor, barely noticing the spa like atmosphere as I watched Camille step into the huge square jacuzzi tub already full of water and bubbles. I quickly joined her, sliding onto her thigh, rubbing my pussy roughly against her while I kissed her deeply, she reached up and squeezed my nipples and I quickly grabbed her hands, pinning them to her side. She didn’t resist.

“Sit on your hands.” She did as instructed, I quickened my pace, biting her neck and tits. She raised her thigh to meet my urgent humping and I was grateful as I came in a violent shudder against her thigh.

“Turn around; kneel up on the seat.” Camille turned around holding the edge of the tub. I rubbed my hand along her ass, feeling her hole pucker as I pressed a finger into her, with my other hand I reached around and grabbed her clit, it was so hard and exposed..I stroked it like a little cock, jerking her clit as I fucked her ass, first with one finger then with 2, Camille bucked against my hand, pushing my fingers further and further into her ass.

“Oh yes, fuck my ass, I want to come baby.” Camille cooed, I released her clit and massaged her tits with my free hand, my fingers still fucking her slowly now, I squeezed her nipples hard, making her gasp.

Sliding my fingers from her, I focused both hands on her large tits, rolling her nipples between my fingers, I turned her around, letting her sit back on the seat, the warm water swirling around us, the smell of the coconut scented bubbles was intoxicating. Camille was on hot, her head thrown back, I know she needed to come, but the tease was fueling my fire.

I grabbed the hand held sprayer and began rinsing her slowly, teasing her nipples with the hard spray of warm water, she arched her back.

“Stand up we have dinner waiting for us. Let me rinse you.” Camille stood and I moved the head of the sprayer to her pussy letting it linger on her clit. She gasped grabbing my hand to hold it against her clit…I quickly moved on, pushing her hand away and sliding the spray further back against her ass, she bucked against the instant pleasure. I dropped the sprayer and spanked her roughly as she shuddered, her hands squeezing her tits roughly.

I led her from the tub, and dried her thoroughly, wrapping her in one of the thick white robes stacked beside the tub. The dining area just off the living room, held a large table and just 2 chairs, and was laid with silver covered domes and beautiful flowers. A large balcony with its doors open, let in the warm night air.

I hit the buzzer, as I watched Camille step onto the balcony. “We’re ready for dinner”

Within moments Trent was in our room pouring our wine. “Something to smoke first, perhaps?” Trent handed her a tray with some of the prettiest bud she’d ever seen. A small square of hash lay to one side. “Please let me know when you are finished with dinner.” He laid out some delicate salads and finger food and he was gone.

Camille sat on a chaise her robe open her pussy exposed. She rubbed her tits through the soft robe. I watched her as Gaziantep Oral Escort I rolled a thick joint liberally laced with hash. I walked over and handed Camille the joint and a glass of wine. “A few minutes to dinner,” I lit the joint, passing it to her. I slid the sash to her robe out of its loops and began to rub one of the soft plush ends against her thigh. Camille quickly spread her legs and I pushed it roughly against her sopping pussy; I shoved the end of the sash into her, pushing it in several inches, I then tucked the rest of it in between her ass cheeks; I pushed her legs together.

“Sit up I’ll bring you some dinner out here.” She moaned loudly, her face red with humiliation.

I brought her a plate, and refilled her wine glass; I went back inside and found our luggage, I slipped my cock on, securing the straps snuggly and strapping it to my thigh to keep it down. I retied my robe, and went back to find Camille as I left her, red faced, and grinding against the sash in her pussy, she struggled to focus and take a few bites of her salad. Her nipples were hard and demanded squeezing, but her hands were occupied. I pulled a pair of nipple clamps from my pocket, adjusting them to the largest setting, allowing only a gently pinch. I snapped them on, giving the connecting chain a little tug, she gasped.

I bent over and whispered in her ear. “When you finish that salad, I’m gonna fuck that pussy, nice and slow.” Camille moaned almost bouncing on the chaise, shoving the sash in deeper, it was now as wet as her pussy. She ate faster finishing the salad, and sipping the last of the wine.

I tightened the nipple clamps, and pushed her thighs apart, the soaking sash shoved in her pussy..I pulled it out and set it on the floor, exposing her throbbing clit to the air. I slid a towel under her ass, and pushed her pussy lips apart. I spanked her wet clit softly, moving up to the chain securing the nipple clamps, I tugged roughly, letting the chain drop .I slid up her body kissing her roughly..I reached down and unstrapped the cock from my leg; Camille was humping wildly begging me to fuck her…I quickly filled her pussy , the strap-on had a clit nub on the inside, each thrust into Camille’s pussy pushed the nub over my clit, encasing it in soft latex suction action that made me wild; after just a few minutes of fucking her pussy, my own pussy exploded sending a flood of juices down my leg, I reached up, pinning Camille’s arms above her head on the chaise, slowly fucking her pussy with the full length of my cock. I undid the nipple clamps, licking each nipple softly, she came violently soaking the towel beneath her.

I released her arms and pulled her to her feet, pulling her robe around her, securing it with the sash from my own robe.

“Go enjoy the Jacuzzi, I’ll roll us another joint. Dessert is still yet to come,” I slapped her ass as she stepped back into the dining area. I hit the buzzer again. “We’re done with dinner.”

Again Trent appeared within in seconds, immediately clearing away the dishes and glasses. He left a new tray of bud on the table, a glass pipe, and a pitcher of margaritas with 2 fresh glasses.

“Your dessert will be ready when you are, just let me know.” And with that he was gone. I had put a lot of thought and a ton of money into this “dessert” and my clit jumped in anticipation. I had been sent several pictures so I pretty much knew what to expect.

I joined Camille in the Jacuzzi, I was tempted to allude to what dessert was, but I knew it would ruin the vibe I had going with her, and I was having way too much fun with exhibiting my nasty side. This whole weekend was about extreme nastiness, and total trust, and so far Camille was being totally trusting, and I was being totally nasty, and totally in control.

I dried my hands and lit the hash filled joint, passing it to her carefully over the bubbles. I watched her closely taking a long hit off the joint, she licked her lips as she watched me watching her. She rubbed the bubbles over her dark nipples. I slipped one hand between my legs, the other taking the joint back. I rubbed my clit, letting a finger slip into my pussy, slowly fucking myself; I was wet and wide open. She made me so hot; I held her gaze and quickly got myself off, as I puffed on the joint. (it took me several minutes to recover) She watched me, moaning and squeezing her nipples. (She was forbidden from touching her pussy or mine without being told to) and I could see her writhing in the hard molded seat of the Jacuzzi.

Once I felt I could stand I grabbed the hand held sprayer and rinsed myself off, she stood following my lead and did the same. I toweled her dry and laid the damp towel on the thick carpet.

“Lay down right here on your stomach and let me put some lotion on you.” Camille complied, resting her head on her arms and closing her eyes. The music that seemed to be on whenever they entered the bath room, was soothing yet energizing, with a very strong sexual undertone. (this music haunted me for weeks after, I have yet to receive my answer as to what it is or who it is by) Camille’s ass humped lightly to the beat, I could see her pussy making contact with the towel.

I leaned forward licking her ass eagerly, running my tongue along every inch of her pausing to let my tongue slide into her hole. She raised her ass off the floor meeting my tongue firmly. My pussy was throbbing and a small trickle of pussy juice ran down my thigh. I stood up and grabbed the lotion from my bag. I warmed a small amount in my hands before rubbing it across her ass cheeks and back.

“Is that the hotel lotion?” Camille asked. “It smells familiar, but I’m not sure why.”

I straddled her ass, sliding my pussy up and down her ass, she squeezed her cheeks together, capturing my clit periodically. I leaned forward, pressing my tits against her back. I whispered in her ear, “It’s lavender baby lotion.”

I leaned back continuing to spread the lotion across her shoulders and down her sides. I spun around so I could continue to hump her ass and lotion her skin. I rubbed the lotion down her legs, coming back to focus on her inner thighs.

I sat up straight, reaching down to spread her ass cheeks making sure my pussy was as close to her asshole as possible. I rubbed my clit lightly, shuddering, I let a stream of pee hit directly on her puckered hole; I could feel her buck wildly against the floor.

“Lay where you are for a minute.” I stepped back into the Jacuzzi and rinsed off. I slipped my robe back on and stepped towards the door. “Go ahead, get cleaned up. I left you something to wear next to the sink.”

I slipped on a silky tank top that went about mid thigh, with a plunging neckline that had trouble containing my tits. I went into the living room, ensuring everything that may be needed was at hand. I adjusted the lighting and selected the movie channel the Hotel personalized to play movies selected specifically for their relevance to my kinky weekend. I previewed the first scene and knew this was some very kinky stuff; perfect. Camille will be completely embarrassed to watch this in front of someone else, especially since it will completely turn her on.

I hit the buzzer. “We’re ready for dessert.”

Within a couple minutes the doorbell rang. “Camille, answer the door.” Camille came into the room wearing the loose v-neck t-shirt I had left for her, and as she passed me, I could hear that she had also put on the diaper I left for her. She looked over her shoulder questioningly.

“Open the door.” My clit throbbed in anticipation of the scene about to unfold; I could feel the light trickle of juice start to flow down my inner thigh.

Camille opened the door, the uncertainty of the situation all over her face.

“Hi I’m Miss Betty, are you Camille?” The tall statuesque woman at the door was certainly nothing Camille could have expected. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun, her jewelry simple and minimal. She wore a frumpy frock type dress that fit snuggly against her large tits and reached to her knees. Miss Betty towered over Camille and Camille was clearly intimidated.

“Yes, can I help you?”

“I’m gonna stay with you for a little while.” Miss Betty firmly turned Camille around and walked her back into the room, closing the door. “Hi, I’m here, did you want to leave me any other instructions, other than the ones I have?” Miss Betty smiled at me as she sat down on the edge of the sectional, setting her satchel to on the floor next to her.

Camille hadn’t moved from her spot next to the door, she looked to me for explanation.

“I need to go out, just mind Miss Betty, she’s a trained professional.” I lifted her t-shirt and slid my hand along the outside of the diaper, squeezing her pussy. “I know you have to pee. Come on, pee for me.”

“Now?”

I slapped the back of her thigh twice. “Are you questioning me?” I instantly felt the warmth of her piss spread through the front of the diaper, her face flushed red with humiliation.

I left the room abruptly, taking up my position in a small loft space; that I hadn’t shown Camille. It was part of the vaulted ceiling in the small kitchen area and it overlooked the living room. The comfortable chair and small table were all that was needed. I lit a joint and let my fingers find my clit.

“Come here, I don’t bite. I want to take care of you. Are you a bad girl?” Miss Betty sat back on the couch and unbuttoned her top 2 buttons of her frock. Camille approached slowly, her head down.

“Yes.”

“Why what did you do?”

“I peed.” Camille lifted her shirt up. The fact that she was playing along with this scenario made my pussy flow, I had not even hinted at anything along these lines in all the years we’d been together, I fucked my pussy with three fingers, and watched, letting my juices flow onto the soft chair.

Miss Betty reached out and squeezed Camille’s pussy through her wet diaper. “Oh it’s only a little wet. But I’ll change it for you, lay down on the couch.” Camille shuffled over to the couch and laid on her back, Miss Betty undid the rest of the buttons on the top of her frock, letting her full cleavage into view. She pulled a pack of wipes, a fresh diaper and a small thing of powder from her bag. She pulled the wet diaper off, and washed Camille’s pussy and ass thoroughly. Camille lifted her legs up with prompting and Miss Betty probed her ass under the guise of washing, and squeezed her clit repeatedly with the cloth. She slid the dry diaper underneath her and lightly powdered her dripping wet pussy, before pushing the string of anal beads up her ass, one by one, all the while humming and holding her other hand firmly against Camille’s clit, keeping her in place. She taped up the diaper and pulled Camille onto her lap.

Miss Betty untied a sash at the side of her frock and it released the entire top front of the dress. She quickly released the left side of her bra, exposing her firm DD tit and her large nipple, hard and dripping milk. I could see Camille tremble, her face a mixture of total embarrassment, lust, and humiliation.

“Suck on it.” Miss Betty said firmly; pulling Camille roughly by the hair towards her tit. Camille latched onto the nipple, suckling hard, squeezing her thighs together as her pussy throbbed and dripped with excitement, the thickness of the diaper between her legs and the anal beads throbbing in her ass adding to her frustration.

Miss Betty slipped her arm between Camille’s legs, sliding her arm up until she was pressing her arm firmly against her pussy and ass, allowing Camille to hump in rhythm with her suckling. At this point I had come twice and soaked the chair, I wasn’t sure I could stay out of it much longer, although the thrill of being an unknown watcher (even in theory) was amazingly exciting.

Miss Betty unsnapped the other side of her bra and slid Camille down so just her head rested on her lap, and put the dripping nipple into her mouth. She slipped her hand into her diaper and slowly rubbed her clit as she suckled, Camille instantly raised her hips, sucking harder.

“Oh you are a naughty girl, pressing your pussy up against my hand like that.” Miss Betty turned Camille over and removed her diaper in one swift motion. She pulled up her frock exposing smooth thick thighs and a beautiful wet pussy. She roughly pulled Camille onto her lap face down, the string to the anal beads sticking up. Miss Betty alternately spanked her ass and tugged at the anal beads. Camille raised her ass in response. I could see her pussy juices glistening on her thighs and ass.

Once the last bead slipped out Miss Betty turned her over and pushed her dripping nipple back into her mouth, Camille’s now exposed pussy was in full view. She spanked it repeatedly, her puffy wet pussy lips barely concealing her big throbbing clit. Camille sucked hard on the nipple in her mouth thrilled at the naughtiness of it all, but none the less totally humiliated, and enjoying it. She wanted to be naughty, she reached down and spread her pussy lips, letting Miss Betty spank her wet throbbing clit. She let a hot stream of pee flow, exciting Miss Betty who a little sooner than planned pulled out her dildo, and started fucking Camille. She pulled her nipple from her mouth and positioned herself over Camille’s pussy. Miss Betty spread her pussy lips and let a hard stream of piss spray over Camille’s pussy as she continued to fuck her with the dildo.

When I returned to the living room, after waiting the agreed upon 15 minutes, everything was restored to its original state. Camille immediately looked down when I entered the room, her face still glowing with shame.

“She was no problem at all.” Miss Betty stood, took her bag and left without another word.

“Ready for bed?” Camille followed me into the bedroom, the bed was so inviting after our eventful day.

I pulled her close in the darkness, “I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.” She whispered.

To Be Continued

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