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Jenna the Sub Ch. 06

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Brave new World

10:30am… It was still so early; Jenna thought she’d never make it through the day. 5pm seemed like an aeon away, an eternity in time that would never come – how was she going to survive?

Having this job, working as a clerk had seemed to be forever, the job had become boring, mundane and rather unsatisfying for quite some time now and it was only recently that she was beginning to realize how unfulfilling and stale the work had become. But then she thought “What else am I going to do..?” For the time being she didn’t have anything else to fall back on, so for now, if anything she was at least able to keep her head above water and pay the rent.

Day dreaming in her cubicle Jenna let her thoughts drift to that of the night before, which didn’t take much in reminding, what with her ass still red and feeling the lingering effects of the severe spanking she had received while naked and trapped over the knee of this much older, dominant woman.

Every time she moved, stood and sat back down, the sting was always there, toned down considerably from when she had found herself at ‘Ma’am’s’ mercy – however still, the lingering, residual pain was there – there as a testament to what she had willingly subjected herself to at the hands of her Ma’am.

“Ma’am…” She muttered again under her breath, wanting to say the name out loud but also not wanting to draw attention to herself while tucked away in her 6 x 6′ cube of office space.

She was getting used to saying the name, it gave her a thrill each time she would say it either aloud or in her head. “Ma’am…” She repeated quieter still, this time with her eyes closed picturing the tall, Amazon-like goddess that had somehow possessed her mind and body.

Picturing her there in her tight fitting Yoga wear, her large breast pushed forward, looking heavy and ripe, her flat, toned stomach that belonged on a woman half her age, her thick, powerful looking thighs and big, round womanly ass…

Jenna – lost in her trance, licked her lips with a lust that was new, exciting and easily taking over her entire being. She wanted this dominant woman to take her, possess her and to do with her as she pleased.

The only road blocks now were the ones in her head, trying to figure out if she was just curious or if she really had true lesbian leanings. This much she couldn’t figure out just yet, but for some reason, this woman had changed something inside of her, changed her enough to make her think and feel this way – feel different, feel open to new possibilities and willing to follow – wherever that may take her.

Maybe being with her ex-boyfriend Curtis, who was indeed a brute, maybe he had something to do with it. That and along with the timing of having recently split up, it had left her feeling vulnerable and alone. Maybe this is what led her into this situation, what drove her into the clutches of this older, dominant woman – loneliness and wanting.

Whatever it was, she couldn’t figure it out just now, and in not wanting to ruin the excitement that she found in taking this new direction, she resigned herself to not think or worry too much about her sexuality. Time would tell where this was going to take her and Jenna had decided to let go a little and try to enjoy this ride, no matter how frightening it may get along the way, because after all, that was all part of it. Meaning with something like, you don’t go on a rollercoaster or into a haunted house to NOT be scared, given that feeling of losing control while still knowing deeper down that you’ll still be okay, you’re still safe.

12-noon… Jenna picked at her cafeteria-bought salad, her mind still lost in this brave new world she had unwittingly fallen into. Picturing the previous nights activities, seeing herself lying there, being treated like a child – naked as the day she was born, pinned down over the older woman’s knee – being spanked. It was all so fresh in her memory and turning her on now, almost as much as it had then.

She thought about going into a bathroom stall to masturbate, to re-live and to dream but mostly just relieve some of the pressure and tension. However – being who she is, even doing this, even slipping away from her cubicle for 5min of relief behind the door of a bathroom stall – it wasn’t in her. She was too afraid of being discovered and also, she was too afraid that somehow her Ma’am would find out and punish her. This was the kind of power Janice now had over the girl, even without her knowing. Jenna was now acting and moving as if her every decision was dependant on whether or not her Ma’am would approve.

Trying to distract herself Jenna began looking around the lunch room, watching some of the other girls; watching and wondering if maybe too they had similar thoughts as her own. Thoughts about who they are, what their wants and desires might be. Would they do as she has? Would they be able to let go and surrender themselves, bodily and otherwise to an older, older – dominant woman?

2pm… Escort bayan Will this day ever end..?

4:50pm… Jenna had long ago finished up the last of her assigned work and now she sat, watching and waiting as the last minutes felt to be hours – ticking down, signalling the week’s end, it was Friday and not too soon enough, she would be free -free to surrender to her wants and desires. Free to surrender to her Ma’am…

Knowing that she had been asked (if not required) to be at Janice’s door as soon as possible after her day had ended – and with a mere 45min window to catch the right bus that would take her to the address on the card she was given, there was no way she would have had time to head home and change her clothing into something she thought more suitable than her smart-casual work clothes.

Choosing to wear an above the knee, black cotton skirt with matching black leggings and low-heeled shoes, with a cute black, button-down short sleeved shirt with lace trim at the sleeve cuffs, collar and hem.

***

Jenna somehow felt right in choosing to wear black, thinking that it was more in fitting with the dark decor of the older woman’s office and her own attire. So in wanting to please, the only item of colour she was wearing that was other than black, was the teal-green pair of thong panties she had picked out to wear that morning, also hoping that they too would please, if of course they were to somehow come into the older woman’s view.

Arriving at the address some half hour later, Jenna stepped off of the bus in front of a large condominium building the likes of which she could never afford. Double checking the number, she stepped through the doors into the lobby.

“Can I help you Miss..?” A man dressed in uniform asked.

“I-I’m here to see… Ummm…” Jenna stammered.

“Oh I know… You’re her for the interview. Mrs. Golding said you’d be here about now. What was the name again..?” The man asked leaving Jenna feeling unsure if she was the right person he was talking about, she wasn’t here for an interview. Was she..?

“J-Jenna… Jenna…”

“Yeah – Jenna… That’s the name… Its okay you can go on up – just take the elevator to the 10th floor, she has the loft there all to herself… Go on, you’ll see it’s a great apartment, it’s an old warehouse convert, the place it huge, you’ll love it…” The doorman finished as he pointed toward the elevator across the foyer.

Smiling, she thanked the man and made her way over and entered the open and waiting elevator door. Thinking to herself “This isn’t too bad…”

Stepping in she turned and smiled once again at the man behind the counter as the elevator door slid shut.

Looking at the panel and pushing the lit button ’10’ Jenna then waited with as the car began to rise, taking her up and into what, she wasn’t exactly sure, but still she was no longer as naive as she had been a few days back. She knew where this was most likely leading, she just wasn’t sure what to expect as far as her being made an offer, a proposal – or as the doorman had put in ‘here for the interview’.

Everything that had transpired during the past week had been a whirlwind of emotions awakening both new fears and delights that left Jenna feeling more alive and with more sense of purpose than she ever had before. Not even with Curtis had she felt this at peace with who she was and where their relationship had been going. Still in the dark for the most part, Jenna waited with open eyes as the elevator rose higher and ever closer – into this new fate.

***

“Uh…” She gasped with slight surprise as the elevator suddenly came to a halt. Taking in a quick, deep breath, gathering her courage then exhaling, Jenna watched as the rear door of the elevator slowly opened. Having expected the door to open into a lobby, Jenna’s eyes went wide realizing that in fact, the elevator opened into the apartment itself. There was no outer door with a number and no corridor either, just a small entry that was it, Jenna was looking into the woman’s apartment.

“Do come in Jenna, I’m glad to see that you’re on time… Pity though, now I can’t punish you for being late – can I dear..?” Janice said loudly from across the expansively open loft apartment while Jenna startled at first because she did not see the woman – Ma’am – sitting lounged across a large, dark brown leather sectional couch situated so far across the sizeable room.

Seeing her there and noticing what she was wearing, a long flowing, black evening gown and robe, yet even if it was still before 6pm, oddly, seeing the older woman dressed as such, for some reason – didn’t seem out of place.

Blushing, Jenna said nothing at first, but remembering that the older woman had told her to answer with words; she was at first only able to muster a quiet greeting of “Hello Ma’am…” followed with her adding more in a bit of a stammer…”No…No Ma’am… I came… I came straight here from work as – as you said so that Escort – so that I wouldn’t be late…” She bumbled out trying to answer the awkward question.

Stepping closer, Jenna noticed how different the older woman looked compared to how she had while in the gym. Her raven-black hair, finely laced with strands of grey was no long bound behind her in a ponytail. Now was different… Now her hair hung long, straight and loose, well past her shoulders. Her makeup was much darker and thicker which was in total contrast to the minimal amount Jenna had ever seen her wearing.

Looking sultry and sexy, Jenna felt herself in awe of how strikingly dominant and beautiful this woman looked while at home and in her own element. Getting closer, and seeing how the dark, burgundy lipstick she was wearing had her lips shimmering in a fullness that the younger woman hadn’t noticed until now. Her eye makeup too, painted on in a deep, red-burgundy to keep in matching with her full pouty, mature lips. Her eyeliner and long looking lashes – thickly coated in mascara and looking as black as the night – and that blackness only enhancing and bringing out the stunning, icy-blue colour of the woman’s incredibly sexy – alluring eyes.

“You-you look beautiful Ma’am…” Jenna felt compelled to say as she drew ever nearer. The magnetism streaming from this woman was inescapable, form the on-set; even with all of her fears, anxieties and insecurities, Jenna knew it would be useless for her to resist.

“Why thank you Jenna… Thank for the compliment and I can tell from how you look this evening that you were a good girl and did come straight here from work as you say… Didn’t you dear..?” Janice queried leaving Jenna feeling like maybe she should have tried to make it home, or had brought a change of clothes with her.

“I-I did… I came straight here from work like you told me to but… But should I have gone home to change first? Am I dressed okay..?” Jenna replied worried that she somehow had it wrong.

“No – no, you’re fine Jenna, you look cute in your little skirt and tights…I like that look, that black on black – as I’m sure you can tell” Janice replied, gesturing to own outfit with a graceful swoop of her hand, her comment and actions putting the girl at ease. Yet at the same time she was smiling to herself thinking that it didn’t really matter because soon enough – she wouldn’t be wearing any clothing at all.

“Come – come Jenna… Come over here to me and we’ll have a little talk…” The woman instructed, Jenna feeling even more at ease now knowing that she hadn’t erred in clothing choice. Stepping closer and about to sit down on at the opposite end of the large, comfortable L-shaped sectional couch, Janice spoke again stopping her.

“No Jenna… I didn’t say you could sit on my sofa, I want you here dear, in your place, here, with me, on your knees, up close, just like the last time we had a chat about things…”

Like a switch being flicked on, Jenna went rigid in obedience when hearing the woman’s tone becoming stern and directive.

“You’ve only just arrived in my home darling, it will be quite some time before you earn yourself a position on my furniture, so come, kneel down here beside me like a good girl, like a good submissive…” Janice directed, pointing to the floor beside her, while Jenna upon hearing the words, the key words she had become used to hearing felt herself slipping into that state of everything becoming an automatic response, a term she would later learn was called ‘Sub-Space’.

Surprised, yet with no hesitation Jenna knelt with her right leg placed flush against the front of the couch, her head at a level with the older woman’s lap leaving her to look up while Janice or Ma’am once again looked down.

“That’s a good girl, now I can look at you while we talk…” Janice began, smiling and reaching out to caress the younger woman’s cheek with her short, yet well manicured finger nails trailing under her chin. The sensation sending shiver of ticklish delight throughout Jenna’s body, the tingle ending as pulse of arousal within her little green panties.

“Now Jenna dear, I’ve had a meal catered for us because God knows I’m no chef but before we get to that I’d like to take a few minutes to get to know you a little better before we dine and then again after; when I’ll make my proposal…” Janice declared, piquing Jenna’s interest but still she knew enough to remain quiet and listen, only to speak when asked.

“So tell me Jenna dear, what is it that you do? How do you spend your days earning your living? Something tells me you work in an office of some kind, doing something boring no doubt..?”

“I-I do work in an office Ma’am… I’m a clerk at a law firm and yes it’s boring but it’s not what I went to school for, it’s not what I have my degree in…” Jenna replied from her perch of lower status, kneeling on the floor.

“You have a degree Jenna..? How interesting… What’s your degree in dear..? What’s your Bayan escort field of expertise..?” Janice asked, quite intrigued and a little shocked that shy little Jenna here would actually be a brainy nerd in some endeavour or another.

“M-Marketing and business management Ma’am…” the girl answered, and then went on… “I graduated two years ago but I can’t find any work in the field right now, so I had to take the clerk job and hope that something comes up at one of the bigger ad-houses.”

“Wow..!” Janice stated in honest surprise. “You have no idea how glad I am to hear this Jenna… You having this degree fits in perfect with my offer but before we get to that – I’d like to know more…” Janice said but was then suddenly interrupted by the shrill sounding buzzing of the buildings intercom.

“Bzzz…Bzzz…Bzzz”

“That will be our dinner…” Janice began, looking up towards the entry way.

“Why don’t you go buzz the delivery person up, it’s all paid for so just buzz them in and wait. I’m going freshen up a little. Oh and once the food gets here, you’ll find everything you need to serve us or meal in the kitchen and we’ll eat at the dining room table… There’s a good girl, go on now… Buzz them in… We can finish our chat while we have our meal…”

Looking up to the woman from her place on the floor beside her, Jenna quickly found her feet and did as she was being asked, scurrying her way back towards the entry hall where the elevator door opens into the loft.

Confused though, she wondered where the kitchen could be in this large, open space. Even still, where was the dining room table..?

While waiting, Jenna was afforded the opportunity to look back into the huge cavernous loft with its double high-two story ceiling, the long, tall walls draped with huge, thick and very expensive looking tapestries, the upper structures exposed but all painted black giving the room a dark and mysterious look, not unlike how her office at the gym had be decorated.

Looking to the back left of the room, she could see a wall that partially divided that area, and if her eyes didn’t deceive her, there was what looked like a second elevator door on the far back wall – and to the right was a set of industrial looking double doors that led to where, she could only imagine… Hopefully it was the kitchen.

With a ‘Ding’ the elevator door opened to reveal a young man holding up a large, brown paper bag in his one hand while supporting its bottom with the other.

“Here is your order Miss…” the young man said as he handed the bag over to Jenna, who upon feeling its weight, she too held the bag the same way the delivery boy had.

“I-I don’t having anything to tip you with…” She said, thinking the woman had said nothing about how to tip the young delivery man.

“That’s okay, Miss… The tip has been well taken care of don’t worry, it’s all good… Have a nice evening Miss…” The young man said as he stepped back into the elevator, pushed the button, smiled as the door slowly closed and he disappeared as fast as he had arrived, leaving Jenna alone and thinking she had better find this kitchen and get busy serving their meal before the older woman – Ma’am – before she made her return.

After some looking around and daring to step through the large, steel double doors, Jenna was pleasantly surprised to find herself standing in the kitchen area, where as promised, was everything she would need to serve them their meal.

She had even spotted the dining room table off to the right of the main room while on her way to find the kitchen. Feeling relieved, she busied herself plating their meal of a light Italian salad with the main course being a delicious looking homemade lasagne, complete with ‘to-die-for’ looking garlic – cheese bread, the aroma alone was enough to remind the girl of just how hungry she was, however her excitement had suppressed her appetite throughout most of the day.

Having not expected anything like this, Jenna still wasn’t put out in the least, she was well suited for this position after Curtis had more or less tasked the girl into as being more his servant than his girlfriend.

Believing she had everything ready, the two plates of food, Ma’am at the head of the table, Jenna’s own plate set to the woman’s left… Utensils in order, napkins, and the wine opened and breathing, glasses at the ready – and lastly, she was lighting the candles – when out of at the back of the room she heard a similar ‘Ding’ of an elevators arrival.

Looking up, Jenna was surprised to see Janice – Ma’am emerging from what must be a second elevator that takes the woman up to where Jenna could only guess would possibly be her bedroom. It wouldn’t be until later that she would discover that indeed her assertion was correct; the loft Janice owned was a two story dwelling, a converted warehouse that the designer had left intact – with the two functioning elevators.

Still dressed as she was earlier, in a flowing, black satin evening gown covered and tied over with a matching robe, Janice swept back into the room, smiling and quite impressed with how well Jenna had found everything and was now even lighting candles on the table elegantly set for two.

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Addison: Mature Southern Belle Ch. 05

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Letter from the Author: This is a story about an older promiscuous woman who loves sex and is not ashamed of it. She knowingly commits adultery and likes to be dominated and even humiliated. If you have any moral issues with this, please go read another story.
Come on people, this is fiction! Some people, including myself, like to read this stuff. This does not mean I condone violence or demeaning behavior toward woman. So get off your high horse, and stop commenting at the end of the story and e-mailing me about how horrible I am.

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After about seven years of really enjoying her sexual exploits, Addison began to feel she was not as attractive as before. She of course was crazy, men still turned their heads, and she was never without companionship. However, as they say, “You are as young as you feel”, and Addie had begun to feel old. At forty five, she had a few wrinkles, and gravity had begun to work its evil magic, so Addison began to research plastic surgeons in her area. She had enough money to afford the best, and she set out to find just that. Every time she spoke to anyone about it, she kept coming across one name. Dr. Ramesh Lakshmanan. Everyone claimed he was the best, a bit unconventional, but definitely the best. So she made a call and scheduled a consultation.
She arrived on the morning of the appointment and was seated in a general reception area for several different doctors and asked to fill out all the normal paperwork. When she was finished she turned it in and waited to be called.
Some time later a voice called out her name and Addie looked up. There stood the oddest sight she had seen in quite some time. A small girl, she looked like she was about 14, dressed in a micro mini-skirt, a glitter top and plastic shiny go-go boots. Addison followed her into Dr. Lakshmanan’s suite and into a room.
The young girl apologized profusely for the delay and informed Addison that she was Dr. Lakshmanan’s hostess. Addison found it odd that a doctor. would have a hostess, but she shrugged it off. The young girl told Addie the doctor would be in soon. Addie continued to look the young girl over the whole time she was talking. She had no sign of breasts at all, her hair looked like something out of the 50’s and she looked like a petrified child. Addison read her name tag, “April”.
“How old are you April?” she asked.
“22 ma’am.” She replied. “Is there anything I can get you while you wait for the doctor?”
“No, I’m fine dear.” Addison answered.
The door opened and in walked the doctor. Dr. Lakshmanan looked like a child himself. He stood 6’5” and was as thin as a rail. His dark skin almost shined and there was little sign of body hair, both signs of his Indian ancestry. In Addison’s opinion, he was quite handsome, and he carried himself with confidence.
“Can I get you anything Doctor?” April asked.
From the look on her face, Addie could tell she meant ANYTHING!! The doctor told her no, so she exited the room.
Before the doctor could even introduce himself, the other door to the “host” room opened and in walked the sexiest woman Addie had ever seen. She stood at least six feet tall and had the biggest tits Addie had ever encountered. Addie would find out Escort bayan later her bra size was a 42DD. Her nurse’s outfit barley covered her curvy assets, her cleavage spilled from the zippered opening and her long legs went all the way down to her feet that were slipped into a pair of 4” spiked heels. Her face was stunningly beautiful and she wore her hair in a long blond ponytail. She introduces herself as Patty and told the doctor she would take Addison to the exam room and prepare her for the doctor’s inspection.
Patty led Addie into the room and asked her to take her clothes off, handing her a paper gown to cover up with. Addison began to remove her clothing, and as she pulled her panties down, Patty screamed, “No, he doesn’t need to look down there.”
Addison apologized, but as she began to pull them back up, she noticed Patty staring at her cleanly shaven pussy. Addie made sure to slowly pull her panties back up, giving Patty a long look. Addison put on the gown and sat on the exam table.
A few moments later the doctor walked in and started the exam. Addison had listed wrinkle removal from her face, breast augmentation and possible liposuction as the procedures she wanted. As the doctor looked over Addie, he dictated to Patty. He explained to Addie that he was not as young as he looked, and that he was only 29, but had graduated early from high school and college, and had been practicing for over 7 years. He asked Addison to open her robe and he starts to examine her breasts. Addison had nice “C” cup breasts, and the doctor began to squeeze and almost massage them as he spoke.
“Are you looking to actually make these bigger, or just lift them back to where they were when you were younger?” He asked, still squeezing her soft mounds. “The reason I ask is because with areolas as large as these, I could go, D, DD or even an E bag.”
Addison found his demeanor to be odd and his words likewise strange. His manhandling of her tits causes Addie’s nipples to begin to harden, and her pussy even got moist. She found his frankness arousing. This didn’t escape the doctor’s notice. He seemed to give Addie’s tit one more rough squeeze, and then told her to get dressed, and meet him in his office for the consultation. Patty told her to get dressed and she turned Addison over to April who escorted her to the office.
It was at least twenty minutes before the doctor arrived. He walked in and sat at his desk and the two of them discussed the arrangements. Addie told him she would like the DD augmentation, eye lift and the lipo around the tummy and thighs.
“That would be fine, but there will be no need to shave your pussy for that.” The doctor informed her.
Addison noticed he said pussy, not pubic area, and how did he know she shaved her pussy unless Patty had told him. Getting a naughty feeling between her legs, she answered back, “Oh I didn’t shave for the exam. I have been shaving my cunt for 8 years.”
With that comment, Dr. Lakshmanan stood up, walked to the door and pushed the lock button. He walked to his desk, just in front of Addie.
“We don’t get too many 45 year olds in here with shaved pussies.” He told her with a glint in his eye. “You really got Patty going.”
“Oh?” Addie replied Escort seductively, leaning back in her chair, spreading her legs and moving her thong panties to the side.
“Niiiiiiiiice!” Dr. Lakshmanan said seeing the swollen lips of her pussy and the smooth skin around them.
“You’ve seen mine, now let’s see yours.” Addison told him.
The doctor unzipped his pants and produced a long skinny uncut cock. The ruby colored head peeked out from underneath the foreskin of the mahogany colored tube, creating a sexy contrast that turned Addie on. She had seen quite a few cocks in her time, but this one was one to behold. It was skinny, but as he stroked it while staring at Addie’s exposed cunt, it seemed to grow and grow without end. By the time it finally got completely hard, Addie swore it had to be 10 inches long.
“You like the large lund?” Dr. Lakshmanan. asked, still sliding his hand up and down the stiff shaft.
“What the fuck is lund?” Addie thought to herself.
“You want to gobble this?” he asked, pointing it at her face.
Addison slid forward to the edge of her chair, causing her skirt to slide all the way up, and she grabbed hold of the long thin snake he was presenting her and started stroking it with one hand and playing with her sweltering cunt with the other.
“Eat it!” he demanded. “With that shaved cunt of yours, I know you are a slut.”
Addison did as she was instructed. As the long thin hard muscle drove deep into her mouth, she got the distinct feeling that she was not the first woman to use this cock today. The pungent taste of pussy filled her mouth and she enjoyed it thoroughly. It slid down her throat further than any cock she had sucked before. She relaxed her gullet and took it all. Her tongue moved all over his rigid cock, licking up the taste that coated it and now filled her mouth.
The doctor roughly pulled her blouse from her skirt and began mauling her bra covered tits. He squeezed and pinched and fondled the flesh bags as Addie continued to devour his cock.
“You want DD tits you fuckin’ slut?” He asked her as he continued his manipulation of her stiff nipples. “These babies gave you away earlier, getting stiff when I was playing with them.” He said as he pulled her tits from her bra and pinched her erect nubs.
“I’ll bet that smooth cunt of yours is leaking all over my chair.” He told her. “You dirty slut, suck that cock.”
Addison did just that. It seemed to get even longer as she continued. Her gag reflex was not triggered as the long slender cock slid far passed that point. The doctor let go of her tits and grabbed her head and began to fuck her mouth long and hard as he continued his verbal assault.
“Yea, you whore, suck me! Take it all. I love dirty old bitches like you.” He told her.
The doctor was right. Addison’s cunt was leaking all over the place. She was so turned on. “I didn’t expect this when people said he was a bit unconventional.” She thought, still swallowing his cock.
After about 5 minutes of fucking Addison’s face, the doctor stood and led Addie around his desk, pushing his chair out of the way. He pulled her thong down and she stepped out of it. He bent her over the desk, lifted her skirt high over her pear shaped ass and Bayan escort sank his long rock hard cock deep inside her with one motion.
“You’re a hot little cunt aren’t you?” he asked. “You love the long lund in your pussy don’t you?”
Addie figured lund must be a slang Indian term for cock. So she played along.
“Oh yes, I love the long lund!” she moaned.
Dr. Lakshmanan now started pounding her like a jackhammer. His cock was longer than any in her past, and it reached places never reached before inside Addie’s love canal. The feelings were new and wonderful to Addie.
“Tell me how much you love cock!” He demanded.
“I live for cock and yours is the best!” Addie screamed.
“I’m a hot cunt that lives for cock. Give it to me!” She moaned again. “Harder! Deeper!” Addison was out of her mind with lust now.
Suddenly the doctor pulled his cock from her, spun her around, set her on the desk and plunged his cock back into her. Addie wrapped her legs around him and then without warning he lifted her off the desk with his cock still buried in her dripping hole. Like a rag doll he fucked her for five minutes, with her arms and legs wrapped around him and her feet never touched the ground.
“If you live for cock, then you’ll die on mine.” He told her.
Addison’s orgasm unexpectedly crashed through her. She writhed in pleasure as she continued to slide up and down his magnificent unit.
Then the doctor pulled his cock from her and dropped her in his chair. He shoved his cock in her mouth and a few moments later, his cock exploded in her mouth. The shear volume of it was incredible, but the overwhelming part was the force with which it erupted in her mouth and down her throat. Addison tried with all her might to swallow it all, but it leaked from her mouth and even came out her nose. The doctor just continued to erupt and almost drown Addie. When he was finished he pulled it from her mouth and watched as Addie tried to recover.
“That was quite a load.” Addison said as she looked up from his chair at the smiling doctor. “You must have been building that up for days.”
“No” He said with a pause. “There was my wife this morning, then April’s blow job during dictation and Nurse Patty just before I came in here. She really likes the sight of that shaved pussy.” He replied, chuckling to himself. “So, that would make you my fourth load today.”
“I knew I could taste pussy on your cock.” Addie said, recalling the taste on the doctor’s cock. “You have quite a staff.”
“Yes I do. If I know them, I would be willing to bet April is on her knees right now licking my cum from Patty’s sloppy cunt as we speak.”
Addison and the doctor got dressed and made arrangements for her surgery the next week. The day she was discharged by the doctor, Addison had his cock down her throat for another drink of his love juice. Then there was the follow up visit a few weeks later. More about that in the next chapter.
She continued to visit the fine doctor about every two years for a nip here and a tuck there, not to mention a fuck here and a suck there. All her experiences with Dr. Lakshmanan were memorable, but the first one was so exciting and raw that it triggered an even dirtier side to Addie that she didn’t even know existed. She now craved the perverse and taboo situations like the ones he had introduced her to, and sex would never be the same, the dirtier, the nastier, the more wicked, the better.

to be continued…………

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Before I met Ant I never had a boyfriend before. I had lots of guys hit on me and ask me out, but none of them ever really cared about me. They all made comments about how much they liked my natural red hair or creamy pale skin but none of them were what I wanted.

I was young and in high school when I turned 18 and wanted a car. My parents first suggestion was that I had better get a job if I wanted a car. I went to the steakhouse near my house that had an add in the paper for a busser and was hired on the spot. After a few months of cleaning up peoples dirty plates I became a hostess/cashier and ran the front lobby.

Then Ant came in to fill out an application. The moment I saw him I liked him. He had long black hair, lots of piercing all over his face and the only thing wrong with him was the blonde girl who was obviously his significant other that came in with him to fill out the application. It was more like she filled out the application while he stood next to her nervously and his eyes darted to me a few times and back to the floor. He handed the application in to me as I was the only one at the front lobby and then he left. Not a word spoken between us.

I looked over the application, his real name was Anthony and he lived near by. I put it in my managers office on her desk and put a sticky note with a star drawn on it. Just to hint that I liked him.

A few days later he was wearing a white apron and learning how to run the dishwasher in the back. I was excited that he was hired. Usually during my breaks I would sit in the back seating area and eat. After about four months of working with me and just saying hi and good bye awkwardly in the dishwashers area , Ant finally came to talk to me. He came out and asked if he could sit and talk to me while I ate my dinner later. I said sure.

I had just started to eat my dinner when he came around the corner and slid in the booth and sat across from me. He said Hello and started to tell me about himself and the band he had just started. He was obviously very nervous and I didn’t find out many details that I hadn’t already heard from gossip around the restaurant. Before I knew it my little break had ended and there were customers waiting on me to pay their bills. Ant disappeared back into the kitchen and I didn’t even see him until I was leaving and we said good night to each other.

My friend Anna had also started working at the restaurant and a few days later as we were getting our nails done. She proceeded to tell me that Ant told her that he liked me and wanted to know if I would go out with him. I was shocked. I had to think this over first. I knew that Ant lived a bit more dangerously than me, he did drugs and was 21 so he could drink, he had tattoos. My parents are strict Southern Baptists so I had a feeling that this was not going to go over well at home. Plus in the past I had only been attracted to preppy and clean cut looking guys. I pushed all of that aside and told her to tell him that I liked him too and to have him talk to me about it.

I didn’t work for a few days but Anna worked with him the next night and told him that I liked him. She said that he had asked her all sorts of questions about what I had said.

“Did Jayna just say I like him, or did she say something else?”

“Ant, she likes you. She said that she would go out with you.”

“Are you serious? Did seem happy?”

“She smiled and just told me to tell you that she does like you and will go out with you.”

Now I couldn’t wait to go into work but the next time I was scheduled with him was 4 days away. I went to work that day after school and not even 10 minutes into my shift he walked through the front door and came up to me. He asked if he could talk to me outside. My boss said ok and we went out back to talk.

He told me that he broke up with his girlfriend the day before that and she was moving out that very moment and he would love for me to come over after work. I said sure. The rest of my shift flew by and before I knew it I was heading for his home. I called my parents and said I had to work late and walked into his house. He jumped up off the couch where he was sitting and came over to me. He asked if I wanted some soda and told me to go and have a seat in the living room. There were probably 8 other guys in the living room strewn about on various couches and chairs, some on the floor. His mother was wearing a thin nightgown and staring out the window into the dark.

I made my way in and stood at the threshold not knowing where to go. He came up behind me and told me to take his seat on the couch. I sat down and he sat on the arm of the couch next to me. Everyone was engrossed in a new play station game someone had just purchased. Ant introduced me to his mother. She got up and gave me a hug and told me that I looked like such a nice girl and then she went to bed. We sat around for awhile and it got kind of late and I told Ant that I had to go home. He walked me to the door and asked if it was Escort bayan alright to give me a hug. I said alright and he gave me a hug and told me that he had been wanting to hug me for forever. I just smiled not really sure how to respond. I walked out the door into the dark with a huge smile on my face.

A few days later Ant asked me to a movie. Sort of a strange invitation since I was the only with a car, so he sort of asked if I would drive me, him and his brother and a few of their friends to a movie. I said ok. On the way there we got pulled over for speeding. The red and blue lights lit up the car, the cop made everyone pile out of the car and ran their licenses. Ant had a warrant for not paying child support and the next thing I knew he was being arrested. He got arrested on our first real date.

“Jayna, I am really sorry about this.” I didn’t know what to say, the guy I just started to date was being hauled away by the police.

“I cannot believe you didn’t tell me you had a kid.”

“I will tell you all about her as soon as I get out.” With that the cop shut the door and drove away with Ant in the back of the car.

The next day he called me and said that he had gotten bailed out and invited me to come over and hang out with him when he got off work since I had the night off already. I picked him up at work and we went to his house. I told my parents that I was going out with Anna to a movie. The house was the same as it had been before, full of people and thick with smoke. This time we had room for both of us to sit on the couch. Soon everyone was leaving to go drinking at someone else’s party and they asked me for a ride. I said ok and when we got back to Ants we were almost alone. Just us and two of his brothers remained. This is the first time that we had ever spent any amount of time just the two of us together. It was strange.

“So about your daughter?”

“Oh yeah. Her moms name is Melissa and she lives in New Mexico, my daughter is almost 5 and her name is Natalie. I don’t keep in contact much with Melissa because she has a pretty bad drug problem. I do send my daughter letters and gifts though.”

“Do you have anymore kids?”

“No, just one.”

We still had to sit right next to each other on the couch since his brother was laying on the other end. My knee brushed up against his leg and I could feel the sparks just from that. He put his arm around my shoulders and we sat there like that for awhile. Then I decided that I was going to make a move. I told him that I wanted to lay down and lean against him. So I put my head in his lap and snuggled up against him. He had his arm on the back of the couch still and I grabbed it and pulled it down across my chest. He looked down at me in surprise. I am sure that he had not expected that. Then he grabbed my hand and held it for awhile. Gently he slipped his hand up under the bottom of my shirt and stroked my taut stomach with his fingers. I was getting really turned on by all this and quite frankly I wanted more. I pushed his hand towards my jeans and he stopped and moved his hand back up. I was hoping he would finger me but he just kept rubbing my stomach. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was that I wanted but I knew I needed something more. Then my phone rang and it was my mom asking when I would be home. I told her I was on my way and Ant walked me to the door where he gave me a big hug and asked me a question.

“Would you like to spend the night next Friday?”

“Of course I would. What time?”

“Well we both have to work how about we just go home together to my house after and stay here?”

“Sounds good.”

I had never been to a sleep over at a guys house so I wasn’t really sure what to pack. I put some clothes in my backpack and told my mom I was going to stay at Anna’s house after work. She never even questioned me. After work we got back to Ants and sat around on the couch and smoked. I was feeling a little hazy and it was also much later than I usually stayed up so I asked if I could go to bed. He got up and we went in his room. His bed consisted of a mattress on the floor with a fitted sheet and a comforter on it. I went in the bathroom and put on a pair of cotton shorts and a t shirt to sleep in. I came back in and he was sitting fully dressed on the mattress. His eyes ran up and down my body and I felt like I was wearing nothing. I went and laid down on the bed and got under the covers and he got up to turn off the light.

I heard a rustling sound and realized that he was taking off his shirt. He slipped into the bed next to me and I brushed against his bare chest. I automatically said sorry. He told me to be quiet and not apologize for touching him. This is the closest that I had ever been to any man with out a shirt on. He put his arm around me and pulled me up against him. I put my head on his shoulder, and put my arm on his chest. It felt so good to just be touching him. Then he asked if he could kiss me. At this point we had not even Escort kissed yet, but we were laying in his bed together. I said yes. He put his mouth over mine and slipped his tongue in. We laid there making out for a few minutes and his hand started to wander up under my shirt.

I still had on my bra, in an attempt at modesty, and he quickly unbuckled it. He was rubbing and playing with nipples. It felt like little electric currents were running through my body and I didn’t want to ever stop kissing him. Then his hand started to go down further towards my shorts and he slipped his finger tips just under the elastic band. I stopped him at this point. I had something I had to say.

“Ant?”

“Yeah.”

“I have to tell you something.”

At this point he sat up and stopped touching me, my body felt cold.

“Are you ok? If you want me to stop just say something. I didn’t mean to scare you, I just want to touch you everywhere so bad that it hurts.”

I hesitated and I was really glad the light was not on because this was going to be embarrassing and my face was already red, I could feel it. I didn’t say anything and he laid back down and started rubbing my arm.

I put my head against his chest.

“I’m a virgin.”

He stopped moving. There was a long silence that sort of hung in the air.

“That’s ok. I didn’t know. I just assumed since everyone was always flirting with you and you went to parties that you had probably been with a few people.”

Now I was shocked.

“I have never done any of this stuff before, and I just wanted you to know in case I wasn’t all that good, or didn’t know how to do something. Plus I want to wait a little while before I do it.”

“I understand. When the right time comes around you’ll let me know, and until then there are other things that we can do. I am going to be here so take as much time as you want, I don’t want to do it until your ready”

Now my imagination was running wild wondering what those other things might be. I was already soaking wet and we hadn’t done much.

He pulled me close and started to kiss me again. He asked me to take my shirt off and I did. But even though the room was dark, I folded my arms over my chest to cover my nipples. Now I felt at ease knowing that he knew there were limits placed on our night together, buy I was still nervous as hell. He started to kiss lightly down the side of my neck and then nibbled on my ears and neck. He took my arms and unfolded them and placed them to my sides, and made his way down to my nipples. He kissed all the way down to my belly button before coming back up to my nipples and taking them in his mouth to suck on them slowly and gently. By this point I was moaning and rubbing myself on his leg. I had never been this turned on before.

He started kissing my mouth again and his hands were busy pulling off my shorts. He started rubbing my pussy through my drenched cotton bikinis. He stopped abruptly and told me to take them off. I obeyed. He kept kissing me and started playing with my clit and I was moaning even louder now. He slipped a finger in me.

“Your so wet.”

He put another finger in but I was so tight that it wasn’t really comfortable. I stopped him and told him it didn’t really feel good and he just smiled. I asked him why.

“You really are a virgin.”

Normally I would have been pissed because he didn’t believe me when I had told him my biggest secret just five minutes ago, but there was just too much going on for me to get mad about that.

He got up and moved his body over me and sat kneeling in between my legs. He started rubbing my clit again and I was moving all over the place. I didn’t realize what he was about to do until the last second. He had gently pulled my legs apart and he put his head over my pussy and kissed me. Then I felt his tongue slowly slide into me and I thought I was going to lose my mind. He put a hand on each of my legs to hold them apart because I was writhing everywhere. He started slowly moving his tongue over and around my swollen clit. I was going crazy and just kept saying his name over and over again. Then I felt like I was burning up inside and I told him that something was happening, he told me not to worry and just let it happen. The next thing I knew I had my first orgasm. I was shaking and my legs felt like limp noodles as he crawled back next to me and kissed me again. I could taste my pussy for the first time on his lips, his goatee smelled like me.

All I could say was wow. I had no idea anything like that could happen. He just laughed and said that it would only get better. We stayed up watching TV and after a little while I started kissing his neck. He asked me what I wanted to do. I told him I wanted to do it all again.

We finally went to sleep as the room was getting light from the sun coming through the windows. We got up around noon and Ant went out to get us a drink. I could hear clapping coming from the living room. Bayan escort I asked him what was going on.

“Everybody thought that I fucked you last night because you were moaning so loud.”

I cringed just thinking about what they all thought and having to face everybody.

“My mom told me good job, she said she was up all night listening to the whole thing.”

For the next three months our relationship only got better. We spent every moment we could together. Then one night Ant told me that he loved me. He said he didn’t want to tell me before because we hadn’t been together for very long but he knew that I was the best thing that had ever happened to him. I was the happiest at that moment than I can ever remember being.

About a month after that night Easter weekend rolled around and my parents went out of town to visit some relatives. I stayed home because I had to work. Ant came over and we started making out on the couch. I climbed up on his lap and started grinding my pussy on to him.

“If you don’t stop doing that then something might happen and I won’t be able to stop it.”

“What if I want it to happen?”

He stopped and looked at me. We started kissing again and then put in a movie. After the movie we went to bed because we did have to work early the next morning. We started messing around and we both took off all of our clothes and I climbed on top of Ant. He put his hands under my butt and scooped me up and set me on top of his face. I was holding onto the headboard while his whole face was buried in my pussy and he worked away with his tongue. I felt the orgasm building and started grinding myself against his face. I came all over his face my juices glistened on his lips. He set me down on his chest and I just laid down on top of him exhausted.

I felt his hard cock against the inside of my thigh. It felt huge. At that moment I wanted him in me and I started to slide down on his dick.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to have sex with you Ant.”

“Are you sure?”

I started to ease down onto him and felt his huge head against my pussy. He picked me up and put me on the bed next to him.

“If we are going to do this, then I am going to do it right.”

I laid there waiting and he climbed slowly on top of me and started kissing me all the way down my body again. I was so nervous. Now it was going to happen for real. Then I felt his cock against my pussy lips and he put his hand there to pull my lips open and he started pushing in. It hurt and I said ouch. He stopped.

“I really don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s ok Ant, I want to.”

“I don’t think we should do this tonight, I love you so much I want to make sure you’re sure.”

“But I am sure. I love you and I want you to be my first.”

“I just can’t hurt you right now.”

He climbed off of me and laid down in the bed beside me. I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow. I couldn’t figure out why he didn’t want me and I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down my face. I felt so rejected by him. He put his arm over me and pulled me back against him. He pulled me over so he could kiss my face.

“What is all this for?’

He felt the tears running down my face.

“Why don’t you want me?”

“I do. If you are still sure tomorrow then we can try again then. I just want your first time to be perfect. Mine was anything but perfect and I want you to have a good memory.”

I still wasn’t overjoyed about this but I settled back against him and went to sleep in his warm arms.

The next day after work we came home and hung out at Ants. My parents were on the way home so I didn’t really want to be there. After awhile I told him that I was going to go and change out of my work clothes, I went in his room to put on some pajama pants and a t shirt. He came in and I heard the door behind me shut again. He came up behind me and I could feel his cock hard against my leg.

“Are you still ready.”

I just nodded.

We laid down on the bed and he started kissing me and moved over my whole body. He went down on me and I came. He sat up again and moved over my body while he kissed me. I felt his cock there at my entrance again and I shifted my legs to open them for him as wide as I could. He started pushing in and he went really slow. It was uncomfortable but didn’t hurt that bad. Then it hurt really bad and I told him to stop. He stopped and stayed still. I got used to him being in me and he started moving into me again. He pushed all the way inside me and I felt like I was being torn open. He went in and out of me a few times and stopped and pulled out. He went down on me again until I had another orgasm.

He said that he really wanted to come but didn’t want to hurt me being too rough. I told him I would be fine and he pushed back inside of me. I was only a little bit sore and after a minute it started to feel really good. He started slamming into me as hard as he could and after just a few minutes I felt a warm liquid in me and I felt him pull out.

I realized that he had cum in me. I started freaking out and he told me I would be fine as long as I had been taking my birth control like I was supposed to. We laid there in each others arms.

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“Have you heard about Ross, Lorna and Ross’ wife at lunch?”

“No, Cindy, what happened?”

“I interrupted them having a threesome in Ross’ office.”

“Gee, too bad it wasn’t me. I would have loved to see that.” Young Natalie blushed as she spoke to her friend, the office receptionist. Nat was a mere twenty-two year old summer student, handed a job because her Dad owned the company which Ross the Boss ran. She had instantly bonded with Cindy, who was only a few years older, but was the permanent receptionist. Cindy also had entertained Nat with true stories of her boardroom romp with Ross and Elena, a reserved but excitable older office worker. Nat had refused to believe Cindy’s claims.

“I bet you would have loved to do more than watch,” Cindy replied.

Redness travelled down Nat’s throat, colouring her upper chest, plainly visible in the deep V of her T shirt. She spoke quickly, breathlessly trying to cover her excitement, but really just highlighting it.

“Well, you know how sexy I find Ross. I think it’s an older guy sort of thing. My own Dad is so powerful; any guy my own age seems very pale in comparison. Especially my boyfriend, Ryan. He’s incredibly good looking, has a cool car and his folks are as wealthy as my Dad, but, every time we make out, as I give him a hand job, I think to myself ‘is that all there is?’. Somehow, we never get past that point. Not only does he not have what I think of as a big cock, but he comes in about three seconds. And I figure if he’s not better at fucking than he is at fingering me, it’s just as well we never get past third base. I need to learn from someone experienced, so I can teach Ryan. Or find out if he’s a keeper.”

Cindy leaned in close to Nat, crowding her in the little store room. “You know I’m experienced.”

Nat felt her friend’s sweet breath warming her tiny titties. For a second she hoped Cindy would just end the flirtation and reach up to cup those breasts, rip them free of the supporting uplift bra, and make them her snack. Instead, Nat said, “if only you had a cock, dear Cindy, I’d fuck you right here right now.”

“Oh, sweetie, I have a nice rubber cock right here in my purse. And two or three others in my desk if you don’t fancy this one. I left my strap on at home, or I’d be able to fuck you for real right here right now.”

Cindy opened her purse with one hand as her other slid up Nat’s miniskirt, stroking her quivering thighs. Nat was almost unable to stand; her knees were shaking so much. Cindy’s fingers reached the warm center of Nat’s desire. On the verge of melting and succumbing to her first Sapphic experience, Nat recovered and said, “I need real meat, not rubber.”

Cindy chuckled, her palm now cupping her friend’s pubes. “If that’s how you feel, Ross is a great choice. He has great meat, and knows how to put it in motion. I’d ask to join in, but I think your first time needs to be straight up. We can always try a three-way later.”

“What? Are you kidding?”

“Not at all. There’s a fax on my desk for Ross. He’s in his office working. Lorna’s at lunch. Take it to him now; you’ll have lots of time before she gets back.”

Cindy abruptly ran her hands up under Nat’s shirt, deftly unsnapping her bra. As Nat, without conscious thought, cooperated by shrugging it off, Cindy reached down and hiked the straps of Nat’s thong above the waist of her skirt.

“Make sure you bend over and give him a really good view. He won’t be able to resist.”

Nat felt the resistance flow out of her as Cindy tweaked her nipples to full erection. “The final touch,” Cindy laughed. “He’ll never be able to take his eyes off these puppies. Even though his wife and I have big boobs, his favouring Lorna and Elena means that he like firm little titties. Yours put theirs to shame.”

Nat started to shrug, but found herself proudly thrusting her chest out. She was always embarrassed that she barely needed a bra. The boys at school, and even some of the mean girls, always teased her. Ryan basically ignored her boyish breasts. Cindy’s tender caresses and encouraging words suddenly warmed Nat to the reality of their potential as weapons of mass seduction. Or at least, the seduction of one older boss.

Cindy’s ‘final touch’ reference left Nat shocked when her chum quickly bent forward and briefly suckled each nipple. “Now you’re ready. Totally irresistible,” Cindy giggled, and then she slapped Nat on the butt and swept her out the door into the hallway. “Go get him, girlie.”

Nat grabbed the fax and, emboldened by Cindy’s support, floated to Ross’ office. The door was ajar, but Nat knocked anyway. Ross invited her in. She was unsure whether to close the door behind her or not. Ross must have sensed her unease, “Leave it open. We can’t have anyone thinking I’m up to anything with the Big Boss’ daughter.”

Nat blushed, but quickly recovered enough to shoot back. “Up to something? What sort of girl do you think I am? That’s sexual harassment just saying something Escort bayan like that. And I’ll have you know I’m still a virgin, so my reputation is very important to me.”

Remembering Cindy’s coaching, she leaned forward slowly, teasing Ross with a leisurely peep down her shirt. Despite what she had heard about Ross the Boss being randy, the rapid response as his penis grew rock hard still shocked her. She turned away a bit rapidly, trying to hide her embarrassment. She was excited that she could trigger that sort of reaction from a man old enough to be her father, indeed her Dad’s right hand man. Fortunately, Nat’s twirl drew Ross’ attention to the bands of thong displayed high on Nat’s slim hips. He admired how they met at the small of her back, just below a tattoo of a Chinese character.

“What is that symbol?” he asked, buying time to look at the way the lace strips met, merged and disappeared under Nat’s almost non-existent skirt.

“I was told it was ‘Friendship’. But I’ve always wondered if it really means ‘Foolish Drunken White Girl’ or something.”

“Foolish Drunken Tart?”

Nat turned back to meet Ross’glare. “I am not a slut, so quit acting like I am.”

It struck Nat that perhaps this was not how Cindy would have advised her to seduce a man. Time to regroup.

Ross meanwhile was more wary than ever about the risks he was running here. His chance encounter with Lorna had lead him on a series of adventures, but sometimes he worried about company policy, and the law. Was Nat about to be his undoing? The very word ‘undoing’ though just made him think of undoing her clothes – not that they looked like they had buttons. From where Ross sat, it looked like they would just easily slide off. Or he could leave them on her and slip his hands…. He shook his head, trying to clear those images out of his brain.

Nat looked at his swollen member and grinned again. “Is this a new plant?” she asked, turning towards the window and bending over to smell the flowers. Cindy may have meant for Nat to tease Ross with the top of her thong, but this manoeuvre treated Ross to a full on look up Nat’s mini skirt. In the reflective glass, designed so Ross could see out but no one could see in, Nat saw Ross instinctively cup his balls, his fingers brushing the length of his cock. She confirmed that Cindy was correct – Ross had quite enough meat to suit her. He certainly had Ryan beat.

She turned, grinning. “If you walk around the office sticking out like that, you might break something.”

Now it was Ross’ turn to blush. He recovered well and quickly. “By the looks of the points drilling through your shirt, I’m not the only one bursting out of the office dress code.”

“Maybe we should help each other out with our violations?”

“I would hate to have to punish you.”

“I think you should. I’ve been a naughty girl. Daddy used to spank me if I dressed like a slut.” Nat pouted. “He says I’m too old for spanking now. Is that what you think, Ross?”

She turned and flipped her miniskirt over her waist, steering her tiny panties almost to his nose.

“Never too old, especially with a tender rear like yours. I think it’s been neglected too long.”

“Do it.”

“What?”

“I’ve been naughty. Spank me.”

Ross reacted tentatively, rolling his hand gently around the bare curve of Nat’s bum. He was not really experienced in spanking games. Adding this hot young dream to the mix almost scared him off. Only thoughts of how Lorna, or his wife, Molly, would respect him more if he took charge drove him forward. He sharply smacked Nat’s right buttock hard enough to raise a red welt. She grunted and threw her hands against the desk as the sudden blow almost knocked her over.

“Again. Harder.”

Ross slapped the left side. This time, Nat was braced to receive the blow, but still arched her back in response.

“Look how hard that’s made my nipples. I’m afraid you’ll have to punish me harder than that.”

Ross reached forward. Left hand on her hip, he tore her thong away with his right. He stuffed the wet panties in Nat’s mouth. “There, now no one will hear you scream.”

Quickly he slashed his hand across her buttocks once, twice, thrice. Each blow drove a grunt through Nat’s gag. Tears stained her face, mascara ran down her cheeks. If she had entered Ross’ office with romantic notions of an ‘older man experience’, she was learning about a whole other sort of sex. This was raw and animalistic, but still ritualized by the discipline play aspects.

Ross pawed at Nat’s swollen sex, his hand getting drenched by her wetness. He roughly spread her labia with his fingers, drawing his hand along her cunt and down around the curve of her thighs. His baby finger tickled her anus as he brought his fingers to his lips. Natalie watched his reflection in the window as he methodically licked each ounce of ooze off his hand, even licking at the webbing between each finger.

“You taste Escort sweet for a naughty girl. And you are very bad if you are so wet.”

Meanwhile, Ross ran his left hand up under Nat’s shirt and mauled her breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to make her jump back. Her rear bumped against his erect cock, which he had freed from his pants just in time.

“Not there,” Nat panicked as his tip brushed her anus.

“Who’s the boss?”

“You are.” But then Nat thought, ‘no, actually, my Dad is. I can take control once I have enough to blackmail Ross.’

“You need to beg better than that, if you have any chance to avoid more punishment.” As he spoke, Ross rubbed his cock along the crease of Nat’s ass. He ran his left hand down the length of her torso, cupping her sex again. This time as he kneaded her pubes, he slid a finger inside her well, stopping quickly when he bumped against an unexpected obstruction.

“Don’t tell me you’re a virgin,” he exclaimed, shocked that this lusty babe was not experienced. “What’s wrong with that boyfriend of yours? Ryan, that’s his name, isn’t it? Is he a pansy boy? He looks gay to me.”

All the while, Ross was rolling Nat’s clit between his thumb and forefinger, while duplicating the motion on her right nipple with his other hand, and his erection continued to tease her rear.

“Not that gay is evil or anything, mind you, you mean?” Nat taunted Ross, usually the master of political correctness. In punishment, he roughly squeezed her clit with one hand and her tit with the other.

“Curious are you?” he asked. He ran his fingers to the gaping opening of her cunt.

“I want to experience many things.” Nat moaned and sighed as a small teasing orgasm rolled through her body. Ryan had never excited her like this. What amazed her most however was that she could almost never make herself come manually – it seemed always to need a bit of tongue. There were moments when Ryan let her down that Nat felt like going lesbian. She had engaged in tentative sex play with Cindy and other bi girl friends, but getting to this special place required a lot more effort than she had allowed in those petting sessions. She often was tempted to allow Cindy or another bi girl to lick her to heaven, but never had gotten up the courage to try it. But, as she had just said, there’s nothing wrong with a little bi action. ‘Hmmm. Maybe another day,’ thought Nat as she focused on what Ross was doing to her.

Ross’ fingers spread Nat’s labia and he slid his hand into her. Suddenly, he was surprised to encounter an obstruction. Ross could not recall ever experiencing a true virgin. This one had apparently not even tried a cucumber, a carrot or a dildo. He paused a moment, his fingers just toying with the walls of Nat’s pussy as Ross reflected on the consequences of his actions. Deflowering her might lead to remorse on her part, in which case, Nat might complain to her Dad. That could cost Ross his job, one which not only paid well but presented ample opportunities for sexual adventures. Or, she might let Ryan have sloppy seconds. The young man might ask who got her cherry. Then everyone might hear. Or the jealous boyfriend might pick a fight. ‘How high school, to even worry about it,’ Ross thought. At that moment, Nat’s pelvic muscles clenched down hard around his hand as she grunted through the gag, releasing the pressure of a stronger orgasm.

“Fuck it,” Ross finally said, not really meaning to talk aloud.

Nat mumbled through the gag. Ross allowed her to spit the soiled panties aside. “Fuck what?” Nat asked, “Or is that ‘fuck who?'”

“Fuck everyone. Fuck the risk. I’m going to fuck you. It’s high time you stopped being a virgin. You’re such a tease, as a virgin you’re a worse hypocrite that Britney Spears in her ‘virgin whore’ mode.”

“Yeah, well these days she just acts the whore. I resent the comparison; I’m no whore – ouch, what’s that?”

“You’re also no longer a virgin. The chatter distracted you just enough for me to pop my hard cock in your nice wet pussy.”

“Ohh, it feels even bigger inside of me. I’m so glad I waited for a real man with a decent cock instead of settling for that dork Ryan.” Nat gyrated her hips back and forth, instinctively drawing Ross’ shaft deeper into her pussy. The tightness then allowed him to withdraw almost completely with no risk of sliding out.

Ross grasped Nat’s tiny tits, the modest swells of flesh just filling his palms. He dug his fingers in for a better grip and used his strength to rock Nat vigourously against his groin. They moaned simultaneously as Natalie’s strong abs clenched around Ross’ shaft, slowing his thrusts but increasing the intensity for both of them.

“Twist my nubs, Ross. We…I mean I… always do that when Cin…when I’m by myself.”

Ross grinned above Natalie, enjoying the thought that his fantasies of these two twenty something girls being more than just friends might be correct. ‘Well,’ he thought,’ not Bayan escort really shocking given Cindy’s eagerness with Elena. Not sensible that she’d limit herself to older women.’

He grasped Nat’s tender points, using a thumb and forefinger for each. He pulled them taut, stretching them as he drove his cock deeper than earlier. “Oh, Ross,” Nat moaned, “you’re stretching me all over.”

“I’ll stop if it hurts too much.”

Ross began twisting her nipples, rotating them towards each other.

“No. Don’t stop. It hurts, but it hurts so….so…good.” Nat was gasping for air, Ross’ hands lifting her as they kneaded her tits, forcing her hips harder back towards his groin with each stroke.

Ross timed his next move carefully, waiting until his cock was almost out of Nat’s cunt, only the tip balancing her middle. Using her tits as handles, he quickly and smoothly flipped her onto her back. She winched a bit as her back thudded against the hard wood of the desktop, but Ross’ resumed thrusting stilled any real protest.

“Sorry about that. I just had to do this,” Ross explained, bending forward to descend on Nat’s nipples, swallowing each in turn. Settling for the moment on the right one, he flicked the nipple with his tongue as he maintained suction, drawing her flesh into his mouth.

All the while, Ross was fucking like a stallion locked into a brood mare. Nat was shocked that her pussy seemed to enlarge with each thrust, allowing him deeper into her womb. Her walls stretched, and then contracted to milk him. As Ross switched his mouth to her left breast, Nat massaged her right nipple, twisting it, momentarily ashamed that she was fantasizing that Cindy was her doing this while Ross fucked her. That sensation passed as a new series of miniorgasms rocketed through Nat’s body, making her shake and shimmy up off the desk, almost hovering above the surface.

Once she calmed down, she realized that there was another way she could put her fingers to good use. After all, she had lots of hand job practice, and lunch would soon be over. Leaving her right hand to continue matching Ross’ mammary work, Nat reached her left hand awkwardly between their bodies, snaking behind Ross’ thigh and grabbing his balls. Ross winched at the initial shock of the grasp, but once Nat found a solid rhythm with which to knead Ross, he resumed fucking her even more boldly. They both felt the cum marshalling in his testicles.

“I didn’t take the time to put a condom on.” Ross warned.

“Then you better hope she’s on the pill,” said a voice from the doorway. Ross and Nat both twisted their heads, for the first time noticing that Ross’ wife Molly and his mistress/assistant Lorna were leaning on either side of the doorframe. Molly had one hand up her panties and the other stroking Lorna’s nipples, which were flopped out the front of Lorna’s open blouse. Lorna’s own hands duplicated Molly’s actions. Molly continued her thought, “It’s a bit late to stop now, and if you don’t cum, is she technically deflowered?”

“To hell with that,” said a fresh voice from outside the office. It was Cindy. “Let him cum on her belly and we three can lick them both clean. But he better be quick. I was Nat’s lookout for this nooner, and other staff will be heading back soon.

Lorna and Molly both laughed heartily at Ross’ obvious embarrassment. “I guess you thought you seduced a blushing novice, sweetie?” Molly observed, stepping into the room. “She might be a virgin, but she’s shown you that women are always the real bosses.”

“You stopped pumping into her Ross, that’s not nice,” Lorna added, “I hope our interruption didn’t…oh, I see it did leave you a little soft.”

The boldest of the group, Lorna leaned over and kissed Ross’ cock right at the junction where in entered Nat. Licking her lips like a cat; Lorna said “Honey and cream. Two of my favourite tastes. But Cindy’s right, we need heavier cream.”

Lorna wrapped one hand around Ross’ shaft, thrusting it into Nat, while she used her other to shove his ass, overcoming his inertia.

Molly meanwhile stripped completely, leaned over to kiss Nat, and crawled atop the desk. Nat instinctively raised her head to lap at the older woman’s already soaked pussy.

“Doesn’t she taste great, Nat?” Lorna asked, “I just finished eating that in the ladies room at the restaurant.”

“Turn about is fair play after all – I did go down on you under the table,” Molly replied as she lowered her head between Nat’s thighs. Her tongue focused on Nat’s love bud, but incidentally teased Ross back to full hardness.

Not to be left out, Cindy loosened her clothes and stepped behind Ross. Her hand joined Nat’s massaging Ross’ scrotum. Lorna and Cindy leaned together, tongues wrapping around each other. Cindy broke the kiss and started licking Lorna’s exposed chest, swiftly homing in on her throbbing nipples.

Cindy was the first to notice Ross’ return to his prior excitement. “Here he comes,” she shouted, forgetting for the moment that others might here her voice in the hall. She stepped back, pulling Ross with her. Molly managed to catch some of his ooze in her open mouth, allowing it to run down and coat her jaw, but most of the gism puddled on Nat’s belly.

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Continuation of the first story. This story makes more sense if you read the first story.

My relationship with Mandy was over after that humiliating encounter. I deleted Mandy’s number and tried to delete the memory of the humiliating episode from my mind. However try as I might I couldn’t get the image of Jason’s huge white cock off my mind.

About three months later, it’s a Friday evening, I’m in my local pub having a drink after work. I wasn’t dating or even trying to. I had thrown myself into work in a bid to fill my mind and thoughts with something else apart from Jason and Mandy. My life consisted of 15 hour weekdays and booze filled weekends to numb the pain I felt.

So am in my pub at the bar having my favorite beer chatting with a pub regular called Joe. It was around 8pm, I wasn’t drunk yet. Well not as drunk as I wanted to be anyway. I spotted him when there was a lull in the conversation with Joe and I turned around to look at the crowd. There he was, my nemesis, Jason. My heart almost stopped, the booze disappeared as I looked at him. He was on the other side of the pub with a group of what looked like work colleagues. A mixed crowd of men and women of various, all of them dressed formally, no Friday dress-down. Laughing and chatting like they were having a good time. He seemed like the youngest of the bunch but despite the age difference, there was no doubt the crowd gravitated towards him. He had a natural charisma and charm which was noticeable even from a distance. I could see a couple of older female colleagues fawning over him, excessively laughing at something he said. I felt a stir of anger and jealousy over me. But I knew there was no way I’d start a fight with him. The guy was too huge, he’d mop the floor with me! I turned back to my beer, my mood now sullen and withdrawn. Joe noticed the change of mood.

‘You alright dude?’ He asked.

‘Naaa, am alright. Stressed about work, just remembered something I need to do.’ I lied.

‘Tequila, tequila my friend,’ Joe shouted as he gestured to the barman.

‘Tequila to make you forget work. Your problems will be there for you tomorrow. Let’s drink tequila and forget our problems.’ He said with a smile.

‘TEQUILA!!’ I shouted with a smile forcing myself to forget the presence of my nemesis.

Five tequila shots and two beers later, I was dead drunk. I had totally forgotten about Jason as I stumbled drunkenly to the loo. I was in a happy space. I got in the loo, found my way to the urinal, unzipped and started peeing as I grinned remembering a stupid conversation I was having with Joe.

‘Look who’s here!’

I turned my head sideways to find my nemesis grinning at me. He was also peeing at the urinal but unlike me, he looked cool and composed. My mind went blank as I looked at him. I literally forgot to pee as I looked at the man who humiliated me in front of my girlfriend. He was almost laughing as he sensed my discomfort.

‘I didn’t know you come here. Good to see you.’ He said with a grin.

I was silent. I literally had nothing to see. No smart ass retort to make. I knew he could sense my discomfort as he finished peeing and zipped up.

‘Where you at? Let me buy you a drink.’ He said to me as he passed by while going to wash his hands.

I shook my head and looked downwards. The message was clear for him to see. Piss off!

He laughed as he left the toilet. My face flushed with anger and humiliation. My pee finally unfroze as he left. I quickly finished up and headed back to the bar. My mind was made up. Get the hell out of here at once!

Just as I was settling the bill at the bar I felt a meaty hand slap my back. Turned around to see my nemesis grinning at me as he squeezed himself into the nearest bar stool.

‘You can’t leave without a tequila from me.’ He said. ‘Two tequilas,’ he shouted at the barman.

My mind was on flight mode but there was nowhere I was going as his meaty hand gripped my shoulders.

He casually leaned to me and whispered.

“Look. I’m sorry about what happened that night. Mandy never told me she was dating someone and when she called me she said some douchebag was harassing her and wanted to beat her up and she needed my help. That’s why I came like that. I’m sorry.”

I looked at his handsome face and I could see he was genuine. I was kinda surprised. I had already marked him off as a douchebag but the apology was actually genuine.

“It’s all good. Shit happens!” I mumbled.

“Cool man. Let’s have TEQUILA!” He said as he thrust a shot at me.

I quickly downed the tequilas. My head throbbed as I remembered what happened. I couldn’t believe the man who fucked my girlfriend in front of me was now busy buying me tequilas like we were bosom buddies.

“Fuck it,” I thought. Might as well get drunk on his tab.

I pushed all thoughts of Mandy out of my mind and turned around and smiled at him.

‘You know what?’ I said. “Fuck that woman and fuck you!! Now let’s drink!”

He laughed and turned to Escort bayan the barman to order more drinks.

We spent the next 20 minutes chatting. I could feel myself getting drawn to this man. I’m not a talkative guy but he had a way of drawing me out and I found myself talking about my life and work and laughing at his silly jokes. All of a sudden it occurred to me that I was behaving like one of his fawning female colleagues. Touching him, laughing at everything he said, hanging over his every word! I was like a schoolgirl fawning over her favorite movie star. I was attracted to him!

The thought sobered me up instantly.

“I’m too drunk. Going home now.” I abruptly said while getting up.

He looked at me with a look of confusion and a sly smile on his face.

“Dude your drunk!” He said as he stood up and gestured for his bill. “I tell you what. Let me give you a ride home, you’ll pick up your car tomorrow. Just my way of making it up to you.”

Before I knew what was happening I was being shepherded to the door, out into the night and into his BMW. He smiled as he started the car.

“You know what? Let’s go to my place and hit a couple of drinks then I’ll get you an Uber.” He wasn’t even asking me. He was telling me this as I found myself nodding in agreement. I couldn’t understand why I didn’t refuse. It was like he was in charge of me, I could only do what he wanted.

We drove in silence to his place. Five minutes later, we parked at a swanky complex. He led the way to his simplex and I followed meekly like a lamb being led to the slaughter. We got in and true to his word, he got me a beer from the fridge and also poured a tequila. We quickly downed the shots while he put the TV on.

“Make yourself at home,” he said. “Lemme take a leak.”

He strode into the bathroom and left me alone. I could hear him peeing noisily and then flushing the loo, washing his hands and coming back to the room.

“Look at me.” He said as he came back to the room.

I turned around to look at him and gasped in shock. His pants and briefs were on his knees and his huge member was visible to see.

“I noticed how you looked at it in the toilet in the pub. How you stared at it when I was fucking your girlfriend.” he said softly with a slight smile on his face. “Wanna touch it? I know you do. Touch it.” He goaded me.

I couldn’t help it. It was like his penis was the center of my existence. I stared at it in fascination. The circumcised head. The veins popping out. The pubic hair sprouting out at the bottom. The tiny shapely balls comically dwarfed by the girth of his penis.

“Touch it,” he said.

I reached out and touched my first cock. Startled to feel its warmth and weight. It twitched with my touch and a drop of a clear liquid appeared from the head. I could feel it start to get hard in my touch.

“Ever touched another man’s cock before?” He asked.

“No. Never.” I replied.

“Well then this is your chance.” He said. “Stroke it.”

I started stroking it, fascinated by the way it was getting harder and longer. I could feel his gaze on me but my eyes were focused on his magnificent cock. I couldn’t control myself anymore. I reached out and kissed the head, licking the droplet of liquid, feeling its silkiness in my mouth.

He moaned as I kissed his cock.

“Yes. Like that. Suck my cock.” He ordered.

I tentatively licked his penis again and then swallowed it. My mind was intoxicated by the smell and warmth emanating from his cock. I struggled to fit his huge head into my mouth as my hands masturbated his cock just the same way dozens of women had blowed me time and time again. I got into a rhythm. Stroking his cock, licking and sucking at his cock, coating his cock with saliva as my hand went up and down on his cock. I was in another zone, intoxicated by everything about this man. What I lacked in experience I made up for in enthusiasm. I was all over his cock even licking and swallowing his balls as he groaned.

“That’s it. Like that.” He encouraged.

I looked up at him as I sucked his cock. His eyes were on me. His face smiling at his latest conquest. I wasn’t gay or even bi but I knew I wanted to satisfy this man. His magnetism made me want to please him in any way possible.

He suddenly stopped me and gestured to the bedroom.

“Come. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

I got up and followed him. My cock was straining in my pants, my body shivering with excitement. He turned on the bedside light as we entered the bedroom.

“Strip,” He commanded.

I slowly took off my jacket, t-shirt and jeans as I looked at him. I knew I was out of shape. I could feel his eyes on my flabby stomach as I undressed.

“You got a nice bone structure. With a bit of work you’d have a very nice body.”

I flushed as he said. I didn’t know how to react. As if to quell my embarrassment, he reached out to me, his hands stroked my face and he leaned over and kissed me. I was in shock. I’d never Escort kissed a man before. Part of me was revolted, the other part wanted to melt into his arms and kiss back. The other part won! I reached over and stroked his face as my mouth opened up for his lips. He tasted of beer and tequila and something else, something masculine. Before long we were deep kissing, our hands all over each other as I undressed him. My hands were in a frenzy of activity as they stroked his strong back, touched his nipples, stroked his now rigid cock. He finally pushed me back on the bed. I fell on my back and within a second he was on me. His hands touched and twisted my nipples as his mouth went for my cock. There was no doubt that this was not his first time seducing a man. His hot mouth engulfed my cock as his fingers squeezed my nipples. I gasped in pleasure and pain as I watched this hot white stud deepthroat my black cock. I threw my head back in pleasure as he went to town on my cock, his head bobbing up and down, saliva streaming on my cock, his face a mask of total concentration as he worked on pleasuring me. His left hand masturbated my cock and pumped it into his willing hot mouth. I could feel him deep throating me, his mouth almost eating my balls as he swallowed my cock. I was in heaven and lust. This was the best blowjob I’d ever received in my life!

Suddenly he lifted my legs. I turned to look at him as I felt a new sensation on my ass. He spread my legs apart as his face buried into my ass. His tongue flickered on my asshole and I felt like an electric shock had gone through my body. I’d never been rimmed before. Didn’t know it could feel so so good. His lips kissed my puckered asshole as he tongue fucked my asshole. I was now a mess. My body shaking with delight and pleasure as he ate my asshole. He alternated between kissing my asshole, tongue fucking it, blowing at it. I was in heaven as I lifted my legs even higher to give him better access to my asshole. He continued eating my asshole, alternating between kissing and sucking it and fucking it with his tongue. I was in heaven, my head thrown back enjoying this new sensations coming over me, twisting my back trying to give better access to my ass. My head snapped back as I felt another new sensation. I looked to see him fingering my ass, his middle finger poking and prodding my tight asshole as he pushed it in all the way to the knuckle. I gasped and moaned at this intrusion causing all kinds of weird sensations coming over me.

“This is one tight ass. I’m gonna enjoy opening it up.” He said as he continued finger fucking me.

I moaned when he said that. I was ready to do anything to satisfy this man.

His finger continued probing me. Slowly working its way into me while fighting the resistance of my virgin butt. I almost lost it when he stuck two fingers in me. I groaned in pleasure as he continued preparing my asshole. He fucked me with his fingers as he talked dirty to me.

“Gonna enjoy opening you up. Gonna enjoy making you my whore. Same way I made your girlfriend my whore. Do you know I fucked her ass that night?” He asked.

I moaned at his words. All thoughts of Mandy were gone from my head. I didn’t care about her, all I wanted to do was please this man.

“I fucked her ass that night after you left. She was an ass virgin. Had a nice tight ass but I think yours is tighter. I’m gonna enjoy breaking you in. Making you an ass addict like your girlfriend.” I moaned in total heat as he said that. The thought of being assfucked by the same man who assfucked my ex-girlfriend turned me on immensely.

“I think you’re ready now,” he said after five minutes of prepping me. He reached into the pedestal and retrieved lube and condoms. He tossed the condoms at me and turned to look at me.

“Put the condom on me.” He said.

“You can back out now. There’s no going back once you put it on.” He said. “Do you want to back out?”

“No.” I said as I tore open the condom wrapper. “I want you. I want you to fuck me like you fucked Mandy. I want to be your whore.” I said.

And it was true. There was nothing more I wanted at that moment then to satisfy this man. I was intoxicated with him. His pleasure was my pleasure. My mind was filled with lust for this man. I would do anything to make him happy.

He smiled as he generously applied lube to his fingers and stroked his now condom covered cock. Reached back and inserted a lubed finger and then two and then three into my asshole.

“This hole needs to be well lubed up to take my cock,” he said as he continued lathering lube up my hole.

With a grunt of satisfaction, he repositioned himself and placed his head at the entrance of my hole. He looked at me as he slowly took my virginity. I wasn’t prepared for the pain. All thoughts of pleasing the man fled my head as an acute pain flared from my asshole and travelled all the way into my body. Tears of pain sprung from my face as I struggled to get away.

“Shhhh…shhh. Don’t worry. You’ll get used to Bayan escort it.” He said as he continued piercing my ass with his cock.

He continued slowly pushing into my ass as my body fought him. This was a contest my body was not gonna win. There was one person in control and it wasn’t me. After a couple of minutes I felt his pubes scratching me and knew he had hit rock bottom. I couldn’t believe I had taken his whole cock. I was secretly pleased with myself like some cheap slut. He didn’t move at all. He was still for a minute or so allowing me to get used to his thick cock. Then he started slowly withdrawing his cock. Suddenly I could feel a pleasure I’d never felt before mixed with the pain. He continued slowly stroking his cock in me as my ass adjusted to the monster in it. My tears of pain were forgotten as this new pleasure came over me. He noticed the change.

“You like it don’t you?”

“Yes yes I do,” I said.

“I’m gonna fuck you good. Gonnna be fucking you regularly. Turn you into my black slut. You want that?” He asked.

“Yes, yes!” I whimpered as waves and waves of pleasure emanating from my asshole overcame me. I felt like I was being born again. Like I was realizing my new aim in life. My aim in life was now to please this man in anyway he wanted. I was his toy to do with as he pleased.

His slow strokes began to speed up as the pain left my body. Soon I was pushing myself against him. Willing his cock to pound me harder and harder as my body opened up.

“Fuck me harder. Fuck your black slut. I’m your black slut.” I cried out as he continued pounding me. I didn’t want him to ever stop. The sensations were indescribably as I pushed my ass to meet his cock. My hard cock was bouncing lewdly as he pounded me. I wanted to touch my cock but I couldn’t. Any movement to my cock was met by his hand slapping mine.

‘You’ll touch your cock when I tell you to.” He said.

I gripped my thighs in agreement. Hoisting my hips even higher to give him better access to my ass. He replied by grabbing my legs and bending me backwards, my knees now touching my shoulders. This was a totally new angle and there was slight painful resistance which he ruthlessly dealt with before accelerating his thrusts. I moaned as this new angle created even higher waves of pleasure. He pounded me as sweat poured off our bodies. The smells, noises and activity of our fucking all combined to create an intoxicating feeling. I enthusiastically pushed back to meet his thrusts as he pounded me, moans and incoherent words coming out of my mouth as he fucked me.

He suddenly stopped and unmounted me. Said one word, “Doggystyle.”

I quickly turned around and fell on my knees, face buried on the blanket, ass pushed up high for him. I arched my back as I remembered all those women I’d fucked who arched their backs when I was fucking them doggy. I felt like a woman, a bitch, in heat. An object to be used to satisfy this man’s lust. I loved it.

His hand reached over and touched mine. Drew my hands to his slimy lube drenched cock.

“I don’t fuck my sluts with a condom,” he said.

I knew this was another moment of truth. Did I really want to cross this line? To totally give myself to this man. To be fucked bare by him. Did I want this to happen again? To be his slut?

I had no hesitations. I pulled off the condom and placed his cock at the entrance of my hole.

He laughed. “Good slut. You made the right choice.”

He grabbed the lube and poured it on the head of his cock. Positioned his cock at my hole and with one thrust, drove his entire cock into my hole.

I gasped with a renewed pleasure as I felt the sinews of his cock in me. The bare cock was a totally different feeling. It felt bigger and more powerful, more veiny and meaty. I moaned in pleasure as he started pounding me again.

“Yes, yes, yes. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass good.”

He grabbed my hips and pounded at my ass as I continued moaning into the bed. It felt like my asshole was the core of my being as he pounded at it. I could feel every ridge and vein of his cock. I could feel it getting bigger and bigger as he pounded at me.

“Stroke your cock now. Cum for me slut.” He said.

I knew he was close as he said that. My hand frantically tugged at my cock, stroking my cock which felt like it had never been harder. It took three strokes for me to cum.

“I’m cumming.” I shouted as spurt after spurt of hot cum poured from my cock. My asshole clenched rhythmically on his cock as I came. This was all he needed to finish him.

“I’m cumming. Fuck fuck fuck…take my cum,” he shouted as he came.

I could feel his hot cum in me and this triggered another wave of orgasms in me. He fell on my back as his hot cum entered my body. His cock throbbed in my asshole as shot after shot of cum poured into me. My asshole twitched in reply. It took a few moments before he stopped cumming. I could feel his cock shrivel in my asshole and I at that instance, I realized I wanted more. My life would never be the same again. I wanted more of his cock fucking me. More of his cum in me. In an instant, this man had turned me bisexual. I loved pussy too much to give that up but I knew my life would never be the same without a cock regularly fucking me.

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***If you don’t know Estelle or Jacqui please read the first episode, Estelle’s Rebirth! I also need to be clear: this is not my life story, but a work of fiction. I still hope you’ll enjoy reading!***

It was the following Friday, the first sunny day since I came to FAMU was coming to a close, almost two weeks after I’d arrived at FAMU. I have made a very influential friend. Her name was Jacqui, and I think I am in love with her. She promised to take me out somewhere; I didn’t know where until we got there because she insisted on keeping it a surprise. She and I were in my dorm room while I get ready to go. She was already ready. I was pretty excited, and I couldn’t make up my mind about what I wanted to wear.

“Hurry up, girl!” Jacqui said, rummaging through my drawers while I stared at the clothes hanging in my closet.

“I have nothing to wear,” I whined.

“What you mean you don’t have nothing to wear? Jacqui asked incredulously. “All these clothes and you don’t have anything to wear? Just put something on, for Pete’s sake!”

That was easy for her to say; she had the most perfect body and looked good in anything, especially the black and white strapless dress she was rocking tonight. It was made of a stretchy fabric and showed off all her curves, especially that perfectly round ass. I knew for a fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties, but then, that was routine for Jacqui. To top it off, she was wearing four-inch heels I wouldn’t dare step out in.

“No,” I said. “I don’t.”

Finally I settled on a pink halter top, a stonewashed blue jean miniskirt, and pink thigh high boots. I didn’t wear a bra, and underneath the skirt I wore the pink satin thong Jacqui had given me two weeks ago. Then I tied my thick, long brown hair up into a ponytail and I was set to go. Jacqui was relieved; she stood over by my room door looking at her watchless wrist and tapping her foot.

“It’s about damn time!”

“Oh, hush!” I said, giving her a playful smack on her booty. It had the happy strangeness of being muscled and firm but soft to the touch at the same time. Thus when I smacked her like that her booty jiggled, something I enjoyed watching to no end. So I did it again, and again.

“You better stop that before you start something,” Jacqui warned, trying her best to look stern.

“Yeah? Well, I might not be too disappointed,” I said, and slapped her ass again.

“Ok. That’s it,” Jacqui said, twirling around on her heel. She pushed me up against the door and bent down, kissing me passionately. I responded by slipping my hand under her dress and rubbing her shaved pussy. I was really starting to like the way her pussy felt.

By lifting the dress just the slightest bit, the stretch fabric rolled up like a window shade and settled just above her hips. I used this opening to my advantage and slipped my fingers between her lips, found her clit and rubbed it between my index and middle finger.

Jacqui moaned and moaned, and this was my signal to bring her to the edge. I pulled the top of her dress down with my free hand and out popped her heavy breasts. Her chest was heaving as she breathed in time with the rhythmic movement of my fingers on her pussy. Her being several inches taller than I, especially with the spike heels on, her nipples were at mouth level, so I took advantage of that. I licked her creamy brown nipple and sucked on it hard. She liked that, I knew, and it was confirmed by her moaning getting louder and louder. I flicked my tongue on her nipple and spread Jacqui’s legs with the hand that was down by her pussy, so that I could get my fingers into her sopping cunt and make her cum. I had just maneuvered my fingers into her tight slit when she reached down and stopped me, grabbing my wrist.

I looked up at her. “What’s up?”

“Are you forgetting?” Jacqui said, her voice husky with desire. “We have somewhere to be. We’re late.”

“Aww, can’t we just skip it tonight and have a girls’ night in?”

“As much as I’d love that, and trust me I’d love it, but this only happens once a month. I really want to share it with you.” She straightened her dress, smoothing the fabric down. I followed suit, fixing my own clothes.

“Oh, alright. If you insist…” I said.

“I do. Come on.”

I followed Jacqui out of my room. Though I had washed up, I still had the faint smell of her pussy on my fingers. But I loved the smell and taste of her pussy, so I didn’t mind at all. Besides, it was only faint so I doubt that anyone else would have noticed. Jacqui put her arm around my waist, half affectionately and half to steady herself as we headed down past the group hall to the elevators.

Jacqui drove. I almost thought she might put a blindfold over my eyes, but it wouldn’t do any good since I barely knew my way around the campus, let alone off campus, where we seemed to be going. I was really curious now as to where we were headed, and I wanted to ask her. So I did.

“Where are we going, again?”

“You know I didn’t tell you anything the first time. Onwin Be patient; it’s a surprise,” Jacqui said, grinning.

I really wanted to know what the surprise was, but I was content to just sit back and enjoy the ride while slow jams played on the radio.

After about thirty minutes we pulled up into the parking lot of the Blue Majesty, a club that advertised itself as being Tallahassee’s pinnacle of freestyle and black poetry. I was intrigued already.

“A poetry club, huh?”

“Yep,” Jacqui said, looking over at me. “You ready to go in?”

“Sure.”

We stepped out of Jacqui’s shiny black Camry and she pressed a button on her key chain to activate the alarm. Then we walked arm in arm up to the double doors of the club. A pair of extremely tall, extremely wide, extremely bald black bouncers stood like pillars on either side of the doors.

“Tiny! Tito!” Jacqui called out, apparently to the monoliths.

“Jacqui, baby,” the one on the left said, and reached out to Jacqui. He gave her a big bear hug and palmed an ass cheek, completely covering it with one enormous hand. I was more than a bit jealous at that, and when he saw the look on my face he gave her ass a swift smack, making it do the jiggle I loved.

I sucked my teeth loudly. Jacqui looked back at me, as if suddenly aware that I was still standing there. The big man let her go, but only after Jacqui pushed him away.

“Oh– where are my manners? Tiny–” this was the one on my left who’d been obscenely palming Jacqui’s ass– “this is my friend Estelle. And Estelle, this is Tito,” she said, gesturing to the identical black man on my right.

I looked back and forth between the two men. “You two are twins?”

“That’s right,” Tiny said, eyeing me up and down. Apparently he liked what he saw, because he licked his lips and smiled, revealing a mouth full of gold teeth.

“Yeah. We like to work together,” Tito, who was also getting an eyeful, added.

I was getting impatient. “So what are we waiting on?” I asked.

“The party has started already. Can’t let you in until the poet onstage is done,” Tito said.

Just then, I could hear a jazz band play a riff and loud cheering and clapping from the outside. With that, Tiny and Tito each held open one carved wooden door, and let us in.

I noticed the smell of vanilla, presumably from all the candles that were lit all over the place, before the sea of black faces. All the girls were dressed to impress, and guys weren’t looking too shabby either. Onstage stood a tall, svelte black girl, not much thicker than the microphone stand in front of her, who was introducing another poet, in a silky smooth voice, like one that was meant for radio. Behind her, shrouded in cool blue light, was a four-member band.

Jacqui held my hand as she led me through the crowd to a table, which was reserved just for us. As we took our seats and ordered a couple of drinks, a young black guy, or “brother”, as Jacqui put it, was making his way towards the stage.

His way of reciting poetry was unlike any I had ever heard in my life. It was so rhythmic, so catchy, and even in places that it didn’t rhyme I couldn’t help but nod my head. The poem was called “Jitterbug”, about a girl he had loved and lost when he was younger, and the regret he felt after breaking her heart. It was amazing, and very easily the best poem I’d ever heard.

After the brother was finished, there was again the intense cheering and clapping, and again the band played a short riff before Skinny Girl came up to introduce another poet.

A petite black girl named Ramona was up next. Her poem, “Home of the Slave,” was delivered with more fire and passion than the guy before her, about the injustice that her people were put through in this country. I cried after she was finished. Didn’t mean to, but I did. Once again the band played a short riff, and Skinny Girl was back onstage. The next name she called surprised the hell out of me.

“Please give a warm welcome to one of my personal favorites, Miss Jacqui M!” Her voice purred.

I was in shock, but apparently this was to be Jacqui’s surprise. She’d written a poem, and was going to recite it here. Cool, I thought. Didn’t know she wrote poetry, but I figured this was all part of the surprise.

As Jacqui got up from the table and headed toward the stage, the petite girl who’d delivered the poem before her, Ramona, eased her way over to my table.

“Hi, I’m Ramona,” she said in a soft, but powerful voice. It was much like the one she had used onstage.

“I know. I’m Estelle. Nice to meet you,” I reached over the table and shook her hand. “Are you a friend of Jacqui’s?”

“Yeah. We grew up together.”

“That was a really moving poem.”

“Thanks.”

The skinny announcer finally got off the stage, and Jacqui was began her poem. It was entitled “White Girl”, and I was shocked and amazed, and a little embarrassed because once she read the name of the poem the crowd collectively turned around and looked at me. Apparently Onwin giriş I was the only white girl in the place, and to beat all, I had come in with Jacqui. So the poem was about me. Good grief; I blushed almost as badly as I had flushed when I was angry with Jacqui nearly two weeks earlier.

The poem was written in the same type of spoken word rhythm that I had come to love. In delivery it sounded more like a rap than a poem, only without music. It was beautiful, expressing feelings I didn’t really know she had about me. I knew we were close, but she considered me to be her girlfriend! At that moment I knew why we had been getting those funny looks all over campus.

When Jacqui finished her poem, I stood up, jogged over to the slightly raised stage and gave her a big kiss on the lips, right there in front of the crowd. I don’t know what came over me, but our show incited a huge round of applause and whistles from the audience.

Turns out Jacqui’s poem was the last one of the night, and Skinny Girl came out, stood betwixt Jacqui and me, with her arms around our waists. We three took a bow, and she bid the crowd good night. As the large mass of people slowly filed out the doors past Tito and Tiny, Ramona fought her way against the flow and after a few minutes joined us on stage.

The house lights came up.

“Jacqui, that was a beautiful poem,” I said. My face was still hot, and I was probably still blushing.

“Thanks. I’m really glad you thought so. Oh– this is my friend Ramona Callowhill and this is Andréa Bell; Ramona, Andréa, this is my good friend Estelle.”

“I’ve met Ramona,” I said, and I reached out and shook Andréa’s hand. Skinny Girl finally had a name.

“Y’all wanna go backstage, have a few drinks?” Andréa asked in a country drawl similar to Jacqui’s.

“I’m down,” Jacqui said.

Ramona agreed, and since Jacqui was my ride, I had to as well. It was getting kind of late, but it was the weekend, and I only had one class the next day. Besides, I was just beginning to have fun.

The backstage of the Blue Midnight club was nearly as thick with people as the front was; poets and crewpersons alike were hustling and bustling about. There were various sitting areas, and I recognized a few of the poets from the stage earlier having drinks and conversing amongst each other.

Andréa led us to a private room away from the rest of the backstage crowd. The lights were low, and some of the same vanilla candles were burning here as there were out in the main room. Off to the right there was a mini bar stashed with little bottles of liquor like you’d find in a hotel room. To the left there was a large leather sectional sofa and several ottomans. Soft jazz music played from a radio somewhere.

We poured our drinks and sat down on the couch, Jacqui and I sitting next to each other, Ramona on the other side of Jacqui, and Andréa on Ramona’s left. We sat and sipped for about ten minutes, listening to the music, without anybody having said a word. The mixed drink I was having was going to my head, and to my surprise, making my pussy extremely wet.

I broke the silence. “Jacqui, I didn’t know you were a poet.”

“There’re a lot of things you don’t know about me,” Jacqui said, a sly look in her eye.

“Yeah? Like what?

“Like… I don’t know, just stuff,”

“Stuff like what?” I repeated.

“Like, I had a pet goldfish named Astronaut when I was six and ran around depressed for a year when my older brother flushed him down the toilet.”

“You’re right,” I said. “I did not know that. But um, what has that got to do with anyth– look,” I whispered, gesturing over to the left. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who the liquor was affecting. Andréa and Ramona were on the side making out like teenagers would. Andréa was on top, making Ramona moan, and I could clearly see Andréa’s hand moving up and down inside Ramona’s panties.

I don’t know why, but that sight just made me so hot I wanted to scream. I slowly reached my hand under my own skirt, pushing my panties to the side and rubbing my clit. With my other hand, I played with my nipple through the thin fabric of my halter top. Jacqui watched me for awhile, licking her lips and playing with herself. I thought that she would join me, but instead she slid over on the couch to where Andréa and Ramona had made their space. She tapped Andréa on the shoulder.

“You mind if I cut in?” she asked.

Well I was more than a little jealous when Jacqui got to her knees between Ramona’s slim shaved legs and began licking her smooth shaven twat. But I didn’t get a chance to think about it for too long, because all of a sudden I noticed Andréa in the same position between my legs! I hadn’t even seen her move away from where Jacqui and Ramona were.

I think she saw the level of shock on my face. “You don’t mind, do you?”

I did, for a split second. Then I took another look at Jacqui dining out on Ramona’s pussy.

“No, not at all.”

That was all Andréa needed. She started rubbing my pussy through my panties, and then slid them to one side and dove face first into my pussy. She moaned while she licked and sucked at my clit furiously, causing me to moan right along with her.

I just loved having my pussy eaten. Andréa’s technique was a little different, a little rougher than Jacqui’s, and that’s when I discovered that I liked it rough. Andréa squeezed three long fingers into my tight, wet slit, simultaneously sucking my clit like it was a lifesaver candy. I was clawing the leather sofa, holding on for dear life.

Andréa pumped her fingers quickly in and out of my pussy, and it made wet sucking sounds as my walls closed around her digits. She snaked her other hand up through the bottom of my top and found my nipples hard and waiting for her touch, yearning for it. She played with the right, and I with the left, and soon I was bucking my hips against her probing fingers and tongue. I grabbed a handful of her long black hair and started fucking her face. Oh, what a dirty mouth I’ve got now! But that is what I was doing. Fucking her face. And I don’t think there was ever anything that ever felt so good to me than at that moment. Andréa even had Jacqui beat.

Then the feeling started again, but more intense.

Andréa’s fingers moved in and out of my pussy, and that feeling combined with the sucking on my clit and her and my fingers on my nipples drove me over the edge.

“Ahhh! I’m Cuuuuumiiiiing!” I sang. I truly sang. My pussy throbbed and my heart was beating a mile a minute. I was spent, but I found enough strength to turn my head over to the other side where Jacqui and Ramona were still going at it.

By this time, they had switched places, and Jacqui was lying on the couch. Ramona was sucking on Jacqui’s big breasts, and– she had some sort of belt on and was grinding in and out of her pussy. She pulled it out, and there was a long, thick, clear purple dildo was attached to the belt.

I felt as if I had just cum buckets, but I was turned on again by this new contraption. Curious, I went over and kneeled in front of where Ramona was standing and began sucking the pussy juices off of the dildo. Then I stood up and kissed Ramona, Jacqui’s pussy juices still on my lips. Through the strap on I ran my fingers up and down her shaved twat, finding her clit and massaging it with my thumb and index fingers.

I bent down to Ramona’s small, perky tits and put my hot mouth on one of her nipples. With one hand I gently got her to spread her legs a little and got my fingers up into her sugary pussy. I moaned aloud when my fingers found the hot spot, mistakenly biting Ramona’s nipple in the process. I didn’t mean to do it.

“Oh, yes,” She said, breathily. Not at all like her powerful onstage voice. “Do that again!”

So I did. I nibbled gently on one breast, then the other as I sucked them, feeling them harden in my mouth. I ran my tongue in lazy circles around her nipple, every once in a while giving it a little nibble.

I stopped sucking on Ramona’s tit long enough to glance over her shoulder, and sure enough, Andréa was once again making her move. She leaned over Jacqui and began to kiss and suck her breasts, but Jacqui got up and out of the way, pushed Andréa down on the couch, and removed her boots and jeans.

Once they were off, I noticed that Andréa wasn’t wearing any panties beneath her jeans, but that was all I could see, because at that time Ramona grabbed my ponytail and directed my mouth back to her nipple.

“Bite me, bitch,” she said.

With my fingers still pumping in and out of her pussy, I began walking her over to the couch and pushed her down in much the same way that I saw Jacqui do to Andréa. I then got on my knees and sucked on her clit hard. I guessed she liked to be nibbled there, as well. Only one way to find out.

“Oh, YES!” I was right. Her wet pussy began to throb around my fingers, and Ramona’s small legs crossed behind my neck, forcing my face deeper into her wet snatch. I gladly took in the smell and taste and feel, loving every second of it. She came one time after another, her thighs flexing and releasing around my head and shoulders, and she still wasn’t letting go.

So I licked and sucked her some more, relishing in the sweet taste of her clit, getting off on the simple fact that I was getting her off again and again.

When her legs finally loosened their death grip on my head, I looked up at her and then over at Jacqui and Andrea, who were sitting facing each other, lazily playing with each other’s nipples. Andrea really had a great body, and she wasn’t as skinny as she had seemed to be at first glance.

Nobody said a word for about thirty seconds.

“That was fun,” I said.

“Damn skip, it was. Jacqui, your girl can really eat some pussy,” Ramona said.

“You shoulda known that. She had the best of teachers,” Jacqui said. “Or have you forgotten already?”

“Oh no, I haven’t.” Ramona said, and sighed contentedly.

Andrea got down on the floor and kneeled down behind me. She reached her hands up under my arms and began caressing my breasts. I leaned back into her, removing my fingers from Ramona’s pussy. I started to turn around.

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Blacked

After popping Ashton’s cherry, I saw her infrequently around campus. I wasn’t sure what to say or how to say it, so we politely smiled in passing or exchanged occasional hugs while chatting. I wasn’t sure what I was afraid of more, the possibility that our night together had been a one time adventure or the chance that Ashton wanted more.

The awkwardness finally resolved itself at a party almost a month after the wild encounter in my room. Alex, a close friend to me and my roommate Mike, threw a giant Luau themed party at a house he rented just off campus. Mike and I showed up in our best and brightest Hawaiian shirts, and were both surprised to see Ashton there.

Every day I laid eyes on here, she was still a vision of beauty. Ashton had arrived in an open Hawaiian shirt with a white string bikini underneath. Her large, creamy breasts pushed the shirt to each side of her chest, prominently displaying her ample cleavage. She wore a tight white wrap that showed most of her long, curvy legs and also made the bikini bottoms beneath visible. Her long, blond hair was tied back in a pony tail and her blue eyes sparkled as usual.

She was obviously slightly intoxicated when she walked over to talk to me and Mike. Through her faintly slurred speech she told us Dave had invited her personally and she was more than happy to be the only freshman at the party. We made small talk for a while before Ashton wandered off on her own.

Mike was upset to see his sister at the party, but also visibly relieved when she walked away. He asked me to keep an eye on her before he started in hitting on the girls at the party. If he only knew. I walked around and made polite conversation with friends of mine, but I always kept an eye on Ashton. I noticed she kept an eye on me too.

The party was being mostly held in Alex’s main living room, but a key attraction lay on an enclosed porch beyond the kitchen. Alex had a large Jacuzzi that somehow came with the house, and people at the party were putting their beachwear to use. Seeing Ashton prancing around the party with most of her large breasts visibly jiggling above her bikini top was starting to have a predictable effect on me. I cursed the loose swim trunks I had decided to wear as my erection was becoming visible. I had hoped to kill it with beer, but that plan was not working so I hatched another idea.

I went out on the deck to see how the hot tub was working and found five people sitting in it. Two young women and one guy sat busily engaged in conversation while a couple sat on the opposite side of the tub lightly kissing and chatting softly. There was room in the tub for two or three more bodies so I threw off my shirt and eased myself in on one side away from the others. I figured I would give my raging hard on time to calm down in the hot water.

After five minutes sitting with my eyes closed and listening to the three talkers complain about reality television, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see Mike with a girl on his arm.

“We’re taking off. Umm, feel free to take you time coming home tonight,” he said with a wink.

Great, I thought, now I’m sex-iled. I closed my eyes again, sipping on my drink, and lost track of time before I felt a hand on my shoulder again. I was surprised to look back up into the sparkling eyes of Ashton. I turned over in surprise and was even more shocked when she seductively removed her Hawaiian shirt and pulled her wrap off.

“Mind if I join you?” she asked.

“There’s plenty of room,” replied one of the other girls in the tub, and Ashton slid into the seat next to mine. She simply leaned back and closed her eyes as if going to sleep, thrusting her tits forward. I stared intently as her smooth globes bobbed on the surface of the water.

It seemed that the party was starting to wind down, and eventually the three talkative people in the hot tub left. The couple in the hot tub took that as their cue to begin making out in earnest, swapping spit right in front of me. The guy even became so bold as to fondle his partner’s breasts sitting just above the surface of the water. The girl pulled away slightly, but made no move to stop him.

I was just getting interested in the antics of my companions when Alex walked into the room. I shifted nervously as I was worried what he would say about Ashton sitting next to me.

He slapped me on the back, “Mike told me he told you to keep an eye on Ashton.” Ashton smiled slightly, obviously not asleep. “Most of the people have left already. I’m taking my girlfriend upstairs, but feel free to stay as long as you want.” With a laugh Alex turned and walked out of the room.

The couple in the tub next to me both turned to eye me carefully. After a few seconds, the guy began kissing his girl Onwin again and she was soon returning the affection. Things became instantly heated as the guy began to maul his partner’s smallish tits in his hands. I took a more appreciative look at the pair and realized that they both seemed very thin but also very fit. Their musculature was toned, like track athletes or runners. They both had brown hair and brown eyes, and the girl’s tit were probably a large B.

After a few minutes of pawing, the guy’s hand began to lightly tweak his girl’s nipple. She moaned slightly, cast another sidewards glance at me, and then resumed sucking her partner’s tongue. The guy’s hands slid down her body and under the water, and judging by her squirming reaction, it had landed below her waist. The stopped kissing briefly while she moaned and his arm worked its way back and forth through the water.

I jumped unexpectedly as I felt a hand reaching under my swim shorts. I turned and was surprised to see Ashton staring wide eyed at the couple next to us. I looked and there appeared to be no one left in the kitchen or living room so I reached around her and cradled her into my shoulder as she sprung my fully engorged cock from my shorts. The head of my dick thankfully remained below the water as I felt Ashton’s small hands squeeze my hard cock and slowly stroke up and down. I decided to return the favor my reaching my free hand down to her bikini bottoms, and was again surprised when I found her free hand busily working its way over her mound. I brushed her hand aside, and slid my finger up her pussy lips. I found the hard nub of her clit and began rubbing it in slow circles.

Ashton and the other girl in the tub moaned together. Their eyes both opened and they stared at each other, and then both giggled in camaraderie. It was obvious to everyone in the bubbling hot water what was going on. The guy’s hand worked faster and faster, slashing the water with his arm, and his girl grabbed him by the shoulder and buried a long, deep moan in his neck. Ashton and I continued our slow pace on each other, her small hand slowly pumping my thick rod while I rubbed her clit in deep circles. Then other girl began panting lightly, her body shaking slightly. She alternated between moans and high pitched panting as we continued watching her. Finally, her legs lifted slightly out of the water, and she shook.

“OmyGod, OmyGod, OmyGAAAAAWWWWWD,” she blubbered, head tossed back and back deeply arched in orgasm.

It took a minute for her to come down from her climax, but as soon as she did her partner sat up on the edge of the tub. She smiled coyly and pulled his shorts down, and his cock sprang free. Ashton gasped. It was a monster, I would guess over eight inches long and very thick. The girl could barely get her fingers around it and used both hands to stroke up and down his meaty pole. She began pumping his hard meat up and down, and looked straight back at Ashton as she bent over to kiss it.

Ashton looked like a deer caught in headlights. Her blue eyes were wide and her mouth hung slightly open. She lifted a leg and draped it over my knee, providing me better access to her hot pussy.

The other girl in the tub slipped her partner’s dick into her mouth. It poked obscenely into her cheek and stretched her lips slightly, but she sucked down hard and squeezed his prick as she began to blow him. Her head bobbed slightly up and down at first, obviously unable to take much more than half his massive tool into her mouth. She still sucked him hard, working the base of his shaft with one hand. Every once in a while her tongue would poke out, slathering up and down his pole.

Ashton began to buck back against my fingers as they rubbed rapidly over her swollen clit. I kissed her lightly on the neck, but I noticed she didn’t seem to be paying much attention to her hand still sliding slowly up and down my cock. Her movements seemed absent minded and she never lost the wide eyed look she first adopted. I noticed that while she seemed transfixed by the sight of his large dick sliding in and out of his girl’s mouth, he seemed to be staring right at her chest.

The other guy began grunting as his girl bobbed rapidly up and down on his cock. He grabbed the back of her head and began thrusting upwards slightly, fucking her mouth with thick cock. He lost it quickly, his leg muscles visibly clenching as rocked upward into his partner’s mouth. He grunted loudly as he jerked upward slightly and the girl swallowed, small spurts of cum leaking out the sides of her mouth and down his cock.

His next move caught me completely off guard. As his partner sat back down into the water, he waded straight over to Ashton. His still semi-erect dick bobbed side to side in front of him as he strode Onwin giriş over to us, and I immediately took my hand from Ashton’s pussy and placed it firmly against him.

“Hey, I’m not going to do anything we don’t want to,” she said breezily, “but are you guys interested in all at switching?” Ashton quickly shook her head no, a look of astonishment on her angelic face. “Well,” he said, looking down directly into her eyes, “don’t you even want to touch it?”

I paused for a moment, unsure of what to do, which turned out to be a big mistake. His weighty cock hung less than a foot from her face, swinging slightly and pointed down toward her chest. Ashton left my cock and reached out with her hand, lightly caressing the monster dick. I was stunned and completely unsure of what to do. Was she drunk? Should I stop this? I mix of fear, anger, and curiosity swept through me at once. The guy’s dick twitched slight at Ashton’s grasp, but after she weighed it with her hands in apparent curiosity, she began stroking his thickness. Even semi-erect his size was still impressive. Her feminine hand appeared tiny next to his prick, and her difficulty in handling his large meat increased as it began to grow again. I turned and saw his partner sitting with a smile on her face, and I became even more unsure of what to do. Ashton squeezed the throbbing penis in her hand gingerly, working up and down his growing pole. He began to thrust against her hand, and she milked his rod up and down in time to his movements. Her wet hand slid long and easily along his member, and he closed his eyes again in pleasure.

“Do you want to suck it?” he asked almost teasingly. “Don’t you want to feel how big it is in your mouth?” That comment got me ready to spring to my feet and stop it, but Ashton firmly replied, “No.”

The guy looked down at her in obvious disappointment, but Ashton removed her hand from his cock and reached behind her back and started undoing her bikini top.

“Ashton, no,” I blurted out immediately, but she turned on me and smiled.

“Shhh, don’t worry, Kevin,” was all she said in reply. She had already moved to untie the strings around her neck and the triangles of fabric quickly fell away revealing her firm, creamy breasts. Her pink nipples floated on the top of the water as she playfully caressed her tits.

“I’ll make you a deal,” she began, “the only person I’m fucking or sucking is Kevin. But if you eat me out I’ll let you fuck my tits.”

The guy didn’t hesitate for a second. He lifted Ashton out of the water, causing her to squeal in surprise, before dropping to his knees and diving between her legs. He yanked off her bikini bottoms, nearly ripping them with the force he used, and clamped his mouth over her swollen pussy. She gasped again, this time with pure pleasure.

“Mmmmmmm… uh… ohhhhhhh yeeeaaahhhh, that’s the spot,” she moaned. I couldn’t see much past his shoulder, but I could tell from the way his jaw moved that he was rapidly lapping at her clit. She placed both hands behind his head and pulled him into her crotch. Her back arched and her hair swayed up and down slightly as she began to buck against his tongue. Suddenly, she looked me straight in the eyes.

Ohhhhhhh Gaawwd, he’s good Kevin. He… ungh…. Mmmmmm… he knows what he’s doing.” Her speech was slurred and I couldn’t believe she was talking to me while another man ate her out. “I knooooooowwww you want me…. Oh yeah, right there…. Oooooooo. I’ve known you wanted me and I’ve wanted you too. I want to fuck you all the time. I really like you….OHHHH GAAAAWWDDDD!!!”

Her back arched and her tits jiggled up and down as he fucked her with his tongue. I was stunned, stunned by the turn of events, stunned by what she was saying. She began writhing on his tongue, fucking his face wither her pussy. Her chest had flushed and her silky blond hair bobbed behind her. I looked at the other girl, but she seemed satisfied to watch the show. Suddenly, Ashton’s body tensed up. I could see her squeezing his head with her thighs and her eyes shot wide open.

“Oh God! Ohhhhhhh gaaaawwwd, I’m going to cum. Ohhhhhhhhh gaaaaawd,” she cried, squeezing her eyes shut again. Then she screamed with a carnal passion, bucking violently all over the guy’s face. “Cuuuuuuuummmmmmmminnnnnnnnggggg!!!” she cried at the top of her lungs.

Ashton collapsed down into the tub, her chest heaving up and down and jiggling her firm breasts. The guy just stood there, meaty dick standing proud before him. Finally, Ashton, looked up at him. ‘Well, a deal’s a deal.”

Ashton grabbed the guy by the thighs and maneuvered him into a sitting position on the edge of the hot tub. She had him sit back and playfully caressed his cock with her hands as it continued to point skyward. She gathered her large globes in her hands and thrust out her chest, presenting them to him. He grabbed his dick and slapped at her nipples, causing her to moan, which surprised me. She hefted her weighty breasts over his rod and pressed her firmness all around him with her hands.

“They’re all yours,” she said slyly.

She began to lift up and down slightly, jacking his firm cock with her tits. His thickness pressed deep into her cleavage as her slippery breasts slipped over his dick. She began to jack up and down faster, and he began to thrust up to meet her.

“Feel good?” she asked.

“Mmmmm, you have no idea. You sure you don’t want to fuck?” he asked in reply.

“No baby, but you’re so nice and thick. Don’t you want to cum on my chest for me?” she added teasingly. I finally realized that she liked to talk dirty during sex.

The guy responded by humping harder into her tits. Ashton was caught off guard when his length caused him to bump her in the chin with his prick. He poked her a few more times as he fucked her cleavage, her warm slippery breasts jacking his dick.

After being poked in the cheek, Ashton sighed. “Well,” she said, “I guess there’s no avoiding it.” She bent her head down and licked at the head of his dick. He moaned in appreciation, and as he fucked upward, Ashton continued to lap at his cock. Finally, one thrust delivered him into her mouth, and she sucked his head briefly before she slid her tit back up his pole. This had a visible effect on the guy, and he began to fuck her tis in earnest. Every few thrusts Ashton would suck the head of his engorged dick into her mouth or teasingly lick it with her tongue.

“Oh, here it comes,” he cried unexpectedly. Ashton released his dick from her mouth and the first spurt shot over her shoulder. Ashton continued working her tight cleavage over his pole, and the second shot hit her square in the chin. As he continued tit fucking her, the last few drops landed lightly on the tops of her breasts.

The guy sat up and sucked one of Ashton’s nipples into his mouth. She purred in appreciation but soon backed away.

“Well, I guess it’s time to go,” he said, sliding back into his shorts. “Very nice meeting you both.” And without another word he grabbed his girl and walked out the door.

Ashton stood and leaned over the edge of the tub, presenting her smooth bottom to me. She turned back and looked into my eyes, “Well, babe, I told you you could cum in my pussy and it’s ready for you. Feeling that big cock explode between my tit really turned me on.”

I was feeling mixed emotions, a little hurt, a little angry, and VERY turned on. My dick was incredibly hard, so I walked over and positioned myself behind her. I ran a hand over her slippery wet should, slid it along her side, and then reached around and guided my cock head into the folds of her wet pussy. Her heat felt so good, and as I slowly thrust my thick meat into her, her velvety soft pussy walls enveloped me. She was still very tight, almost milking my cock as I slid in and out of her, and I knew after the show I had just seen I wouldn’t last very long. She moaned as I worked my meat into her, and I pulled lightly on her long blond hair.

Her back arched as she let out a low and deep groan. I began to fuck her in earnest then, thrusting all the way in and out of her pussy. The splashing water and the sight of her swing tits was really turning me on. I slapped her hard on her ass, leaving a red print on her creamy bottom. She gasped in pleasure. I reached around with my free hand and kneaded her pendulous breasts for a moment before sliding down to her pussy and rubbing her hard clit.

“Oh God baby, Ohhhhh Gaaawwwd,” she moaned in response. “Cum inside me baby, spurt that cum into my pussy.” I could tell from the excitement in her voice that she was close. I pulled back on her hair.

“Oh that’s right baby, pull my hair. Spank my ass. Use my pussy to cum. Cum inside my pussy.”

I let go of her hair and turned my attention to her sensitive nipples. I rolled the hard bud between my fingers and my other hand continued its assault on her clit. All the time I pounded into her, faster and deeper. My piston like thrusts were now shoving the full length of my cock deep into her tight pussy.

She began to moan loudly and then cried out. I could feel her pussy spasming all over my cock as if it were a hand milking me, and her wetness gushed out and down her thighs. The sensation was too much and I felt the cum boiling in my balls. The heat rushed up and through my cock and I erupted, growing and then spurting my cum deep into her pussy. After a few more thrusts into her wetness, I withdrew.

We cleaned up and dressed quickly and I walked her all the way back to her room. We kissed deeply in front of her door before she turned and opened it. Just before she closed the door she turned and looked at me, “I really like you.” And then the door shut.

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I lean over and start to run water into the bath. Behind me, my two girls are playing, competing for my attention. I love them dearly, but I need some “me-time” and my bath is one of the last refuges afforded me in our house. I shout out to them that I am having a bath and instruct them not to kill each other (or anyone else) for the next hour or so. Then I push the door to and experience that slight tinge of relief when I hear the catch click.

The bath is filling nicely and I can see the steam rising already, fogging the window and the bathroom mirror. I pour in a bit of lavender bath oil and instantly the humid atmosphere is heavy with the relaxing scent of lavender. I unbutton my blouse and toss it into the washing basket. My skirt is next. I unzip it, ease it gently over my hips and let it fall to the floor. Stepping out of it, I bend down and pick it up and it follows the blouse into the laundry. I reach behind me and unclip my bra and breathe a sigh of relief as my heavy breasts escape, falling free of their prison.

Whilst my body is generally starting to relax in anticipation of the soak ahead, my nipples have stiffened — the welcome release from their lacy confinement is enough to make them aroused — excited to be free to the air. My breasts are my favourite part of my body. Large enough to be very noticeable, but not too large as to be uncomfortable. Despite nursing two children for many months, they have not completely sagged under Onwin their own weight. A nice bra helps to enhance their shape, but they stand defiant against gravity. I can feel the air caressing them and already pleasure signals are racing to my brain, crying out for more direct attention.

My bath is ready now and I lean over to turn off the taps. I pull my panties down and step out of them, admiring my newly shaved pussy. I have always been ambivalent about being clean shaven. Guys always like it — it used to worry me that guys seem to like it so much — like they were secretly looking for the ‘young’ look, but as I have aged, it bothers me less and now I am happy with or without my pubes. One thing I do enjoy about being ‘fuzz-free’ is the sensation of exposure and openness. There is no hiding — all of me is on show to the elements.

Suddenly I am wishing that I had an audience. That there is a man — maybe more than one — standing in this room, watching me, drinking in every little crevice of my body. Staring at my tits and longing to suck on them — to squeeze them, maybe even slap them a little. Gazing at my exposed pussy and longing to probe it with their fingers, tongues and cocks. I imagine them getting turned on as they stare at me — their cocks getting harder and longer and thicker until they have no choice but to unzip their trousers and release them…

With the thought of multiple men wanking themselves as they stare Onwin giriş lustfully at me, I step into the bath and luxuriate in the penetrating warmth as I slowly ease myself into the water. The water is almost unbearably hot — a few degrees hotter and I would be at risk of scalding myself, but I feel no pain — only deep, incredible pleasure. My pussy slowly submerges and as this most sensitive part of me comes into direct contact with the heat I gasp. The feeling is almost orgasmic, pain and pleasure wound up in one and focused intently on my most intimate region.

I breathe deeply for a few seconds before reclining back, easing my torso into the welcoming embrace of the lavender scented water. Finally, my breasts are submerged, and my nipples too feel that curious mix of pain and pleasure. I cannot help but put my now free hands to my tits — rubbing and kneading them. I feel my hard, bullet like nipples in the palm of my hand and I grab them. I gently tweak them and roll them between my thumbs and forefingers. The pleasure is intense, and my body is crying out for more, so I gently tug on them — stretching them away from my body, playing on the odd pain/pleasure sensation.

The sensations are making my pussy cry out for attention. I release my left tit and reach down. My fingers part my lips and home in on my throbbing clit. I start a gentle rubbing of it in time with the massaging motion I am giving to my breasts. My arousal is intense now and I once again lose myself in my fantasy. My observers are naked now, and openly masturbating themselves for all they are worth. There are three or four of them now — faceless bodies rather than real people and they are standing around me vigorously pleasuring themselves as they watch me masturbate for them. I can feel a huge orgasm approaching and as I near my climax, I know that my audience is nearly there too.

My eyes are closed, but I see them clearly, I can see their stiff cocks start to twitch and shake, the heavy balls starting to contract and I know what is about to happen. I watch in my mind as all of their cocks erupt simultaneously and as they first few ropes splash on my chest and face, my own orgasm erupts.

Instinctively when I cum, I ease off my rubbing, but I know that if I can force myself to keep going, my pleasure will become incredibly painful for a few milliseconds before subsiding into pure bliss. I break through the pain wall and am rewarded with a shuddering climax that wracks my entire body from the hair follicles on my head to the far ends of my toes. I keep rubbing as if my life depended on it. I want this pleasure to last forever and for a moment it feels like it will, but then — sadly it starts to subside and my actions slow down correspondingly.

I still feel the tingling sensation everywhere now — amplified by the warmth of the bath, but now I am just lying there breathing heavily. My imagined audience has vanished; my face and torso are not a mess of ejaculated cum and part of the pleasure vanishes as I realise that there is something missing…

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The phone rings. My hand jumps and grabs, my heart beats faster in anticipation. It is early morning, and I lay in my soft, warm bed. My fantasy friend is on his cell phone driving ever closer to home.

His low musical voice bounces from the satellite, to my phone, for my ear to receive. His sound massages corners of my mind. The dark recesses that long to be found and discovered, their depths explored and exposed so I may marvel in wonder.

“What are you wearing?” he says.

“Oh, just my flannel nightie.” The regret in my voice travels from my phone to his.

“Good,” he says in that slow, sexy voice that can tease me so well. I am surprised. How can flannel be good?

“That means your pussy is nice and warm,” he explains.

The tone of his suggestiveness starts a pulse pounding in my cunt. My hips feel hot and heavy, and my thighs tingle from this short exchange.

I am so very hot, for him and for his words.

Earlier, I had awoke to the trickle of juice creeping down my inner thigh, so I had been playing pleasant games to wile away the time. I lay in my warm bed slowly stroking my nipples with hot, shaky fingers and thinking of him. His firm, tanned body, long and lean; his cock, a very large wonder to be seen; and that incredible sexy voice, driving closer and closer.

I decide Onwin that anticipation is the aphrodisiac of the mind.

His low, melodic tones return me to the here and now, filling my ear, creeping in to my brain and telling me what to do. I always do what he says, because he is here and part of me and what I am doing. So much sensational feeling and pleasure which he instinctively knows how to give.

“Get your toy,” the velvety smooth sound insists, washing over me, giving me a tremor that I feel deep down in the lowest, hottest part of my eager cunt.

My toy is ready and humming, prepared to do its best work. It was his idea to get the toy, and I spend a moment wondering how he knew I wanted -no- needed it. What is it about this man and his mind that turns me on so?

I close my moist thighs tight around my toy and let the vibrations work through my hot dripping cunt, up into my stomach, hips, and bones. My breath comes in short gasps, the sound goes to his ear and he murmurs his consent and pleasure. I moan, close my eyes and see him in a fantasy standing over me, watching.

“What are you doing, does it feel good? Tell me.”

His voice is like an all-knowing hand that gently strokes and nips, plays, tickles, and touches all my senses. It sneaks into all those tiny little hiding places no one Onwin giriş else dared to go.

“I’m teasing my tits,” I tell him. It feels strange to say the words, but I know that is what he wants to hear, and it builds a connection between him and me that gets deeper and stronger every time we talk. “Now I’m moving my hand down across my belly. I want to play with my clit. Just a little taste of what’s to come later when your warm mouth covers my cunt and licks my clit till I can’t take any more. It feels good to be touching me and thinking about you.”

“Remember the last time,” he says slowly, “you begged to suck my cock.”

I remember and I recall the sweet taste of my man. How his cock hardened in my mouth. How I savored the sweet precum sneaking out of the little hole. How I sucked on his balls, and how they felt against my tongue. I remember the scent of him, his soap, his aftershave. I remember his cock moving inside of me, stirring up feelings I didn’t know I had. I remember his hands in places that made me tremble so hard I thought I would never stop. He makes me feel so complete when his cock is deep inside me, making me come over and over again.

He says, “I can see you. You are in bed, naked. You are pulling on your nipples one at a time. They are getting hard and tight. I want to lick them, and I will, soon. You are pushing your toy into your wet cunt.”

His sound strokes me, making me come alive with his potential energy. I feel his voice going into my soft, tender ear and up into my imagination. I can see him watching me, feeling me. How does he know what to say. Is it his boldness I admire? Do I feel his sex appeal? His voice drives me on. I can hardly wait. I sense the orgasm building in me. I stroke myself just a little harder. I let the wave wash over me to relieve a little of my tension. Nice and slow, not wild and crazy. Time enough for that later.

A small moan escapes me as he says, “I’m almost there. Push your toy in all the way, think of my cock in your mouth and you sucking on it to make it just right for your cunt.”

I obey his commanding voice and push the toy deep into my overheated pussy. I stroke my breasts pretending that my hands are his hands. I try to mimic his moves, stroking and pinching my nipples like he does. I feel waves of energy start to build between my squirming hips. I reach out to my clit and again think of him and what he’ll do to me, for me. I come again, much stronger this time.

The excitement and eagerness are tormenting me. His voice has built me up to a fevered pitch. I lay on my bed, naked, fully exposed, my legs wide apart, waiting for him. My mind chants a mantra: get here, get here, get here. I feel like time has dragged and all is in slow motion.

Then I hear the rasp of his key in the door!

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I jumped into the shower and spent extra attention lathering my cock and balls. I needed to make sure that I washed away all of that dry encrusted cum from last night. It was not easy to do with a metal cage around my organ.

Work was fine but I was still teased by the cage tugging on my nuts. It felt nice. That evening Carrie tried suggesting sex but I was still satisfied from the previous evening so I rejected her. This went on for a few days.

On Friday Jennifer dressed supper sexy and arrived at work in a red sundress. It got me all worked up and by five O’clock I was supper horny again. As soon as the office closed I went straight to the adult book store to try and find some relief.

I sat in the same booth for almost half an hour and just could not stroke myself to orgasm with the damn cage on. It was perfect timing when the cock came through the hole. I was about to go home frustrated but the cock just looked so good! I felt almost as if I was pleasuring myself by pleasuring this cock.

I got on my knees and wrapped my lips around it. Once again, I was amazed at how good it felt. So hard but so velvety soft. I started bobbing up and down on it and the guy came in less than a minute. I was pleased to get the load but sad that it was over so quick. I savored the load in my mouth for as long as I could before swallowing it down.

The guy removed his cock from the hole. Through the hole I could see him pulling up his pants and leaving. Immediately after he left a big black man entered. I was curious, so I stayed and watched and he pulled down his pants and just walked right over to the hole!

His cock was flaccid but even in this state it was about 5 inches long! I grabbed it with my hand and inspected it closely. It had a rich ebony color and nicely shaped head. Thankfully it was cut so I could see everything.

“Get to work Boy!” I heard him command.

The way he said it with his masterly intonation, like I was some kind of servant totally humiliated me. I felt a churning of shame deep inside my stomach that seemed to be connected directly to my cock. It turned me on so much!

I put just the head into my mouth. I was so turned on! I still had the taste from the previous guy’s load in my mouth and now I could taste this black guy’s musky flavor! I worked my tongue around his head and felt him stiffen in my mouth! How exciting! I was making this awesome specimen of manhood hard! I felt so proud of myself.

This cock was so much larger than the previous one that it really stretched my mouth. I told the guy that my mouth was starting to hurt about 5 minutes into the blow job.

“Well then, why don’t you lick my nuts? If your mouth hurts.” He stated as he scooted up and put his whole nut sac through the hole.

This Onwin made sense and I started licking his nut sac. It was soft and rough at the same time. I liked it and licking it let my jaw rest. As soon as the aching went away I went back to sucking his cock. This cock was so long that it was hitting the back of my throat. I could tell he was loving it because every time his head would hit the back of my throat he would moan! I alternated between sucking his cock and licking his nuts for over 15 minutes before he erupted into my mouth!

By erupted, I mean I could feel the force of it! It almost shot down my throat without me having to swallow! Wave after wave came out and my mouth was full. I swallowed and continued sucking and was rewarded with a few more spurts! These I swished around my mouth savoring as he pulled up his pants and left.

I waited in the booth another 15 minutes but no one else arrived. I scooped up all my dripping precum ate it and left for home.

Always the good home keeper Carrie had dinner ready not long after I arrived home. She kept smiling at me and I knew that I would be servicing her tonight. I felt revulsion at the thought of having sex with her fat folds after having fantasized about Jennifer in her sexy red sundress all day. Once again, I felt that churning humiliating shame deep in the pit of my stomach and my cock started swelling in its cage.

I started thinking about it and realized that I was being turned on by the humiliation. I thought, what does society consider more humiliating for a man than kneeling on a dirty seedy floor sucking off another man. I thought about how humiliating it was during high school and college when your buddies found out that you fucked a fat girl. They used to call it hogging. I would have never been caught dead walking around in public with a fat woman like my wife. The only thing more humiliating that I had experienced was the way that black man had ordered me to suck his cock, and it got me totally horny!

Carrie made me clean up after dinner. I was as hard as I could get in my cage while stacking the dishwasher, wiping down the table and sweeping the floor. By the end of my chores the precum had leaked completely through my underwear and the front of my dress pants. When I went into the bathroom to change I noticed that Carrie was showered and in a nice dress and all perfumed up.

“What’s up Carrie? I asked.

“Change and put some cologne on.” She said, “We are going out on a date tonight.”

About half an hour later the doorbell rang and it was her friend Michelle and her husband Glen.

Michelle is about as hot as Jennifer. She is two years younger than Carrie about half a foot taller and slim. She is very self-confident and oozes authority. Over Onwin giriş the years I had never grown tired of ogling Michelle’s fake pert boobs. Glen is a dweeb but he makes a lot of money at his family business. I was always so jealous of him, such a dork, having such a hot wife. I could easily kick his ass I thought.

Carrie told me that we were going to go to the mall to watch Fifty Shades of Grey. It was going to be a double date. She then asked me to get our guests drinks as she finished up her hair.

As I poured a scotch for Glen and white wine for Michelle, Michelle caught me alone in the kitchen and whispered to me that I had better be a perfect gentleman and supper nice to Carrie after what I had done to her. She knew! I was humiliated beyond belief! For the first time I was happy for the cage because my cock instantly swelled and would have shown. I guess Michelle could sense my humiliation because she then grabbed my crotch and said, “Who do you think came up with this idea?”

I was shocked and swigged a hefty gulp of scotch strait from the bottle after she took the drinks and walked back into the living room. I also thought about how her humiliating me made my cock stiffen, as much as it could, in its cage.

We got to the mall about twenty minutes before the film started so we walked around window shopping. Carrie held my hand at first but then wrapped her arm around my waist and rested her head on my shoulder. This forced me to also wrap my arm around her fat waist. I could almost feel all the stares of the other mall goes, especially the teenagers. “What the fuck is that good looking athletic man doing with such a fat wife?”

I could sense all the young teenage boys laughing about my predicament and my cock almost busted the cage it was so hard!

The movie was fine. Carrie held my hand or grabbed my thigh throughout. Afterward we went out to a classy bar for a few drinks. When we got to the bar Carrie and Michelle went to powder their noses and left Glen and I to get drinks.

While we were waiting for the bartender Glen stated with a smirk, “I hear that you have been caged.”

I almost fainted I was so shamed! Here was this small dorky guy laughing at my predicament. My cock immediately swelled. I wanted to punch Glen right in the teeth.

Glen ordered the drinks and I stewed and analyzed the situation.

After bringing the drinks to a booth Glen handed me a double scotch and confided, “Welcome to the family! I have been caged almost two years now.”

I was floored and realized that he wasn’t laughing at me earlier. I think that after years of me brushing him off and never bonding with him he was trying to finally bond with me.

He told me that almost two years ago Michelle had caught him getting a blowjob from his secretary and gave him the same ultimatum that Carrie had given me. Be caged or divorced!

“Why the hell would you cheat on Michelle?” I asked him incredulously? “She is beautiful!”

“Well,” He answered, “She was just always so much better than me that I felt that I did not deserve her, so I started paying my secretary extra money to have sex with me. Rosy is shorter than me, chubby and just so average that I felt like a man and just loved being with her. I never felt pressured to perform with Rosy.”

“We should have just switched wives!” I told him jokingly.

“I would love a woman like Carrie!” Glen replied. “I was intimidated by her when Michelle started hanging out with her early in the marriage before the kids came. She was just so beautiful. But after the kids came and all her weight gain, she just got sexier and sexier in my opinion. I know that a woman like her would love me for me and that I would never feel pressured to perform like a superman with her. It is almost impossible to please Michelle!”

When the girls got back we made small talk for half an hour enjoying our drinks. The ride home is where it got interesting!

As Glen was driving an Michelle was sitting in the passenger seat, Carrie started fondling and necking me in the back seat. I was embarrassed and tried to play it off, but she just got more aggressive. It was not long before Michelle told glen to find a secluded place park. When he did Michelle commanded Carrie to give it to me good!

Carrie pushed me down onto the back seat and pulled my pants off. I could not believe this was happening with Glen and Michelle watching and egging her on! Soon she pulled my underwear off too and I was humiliated beyond belief when Michelle stated that I was caged like I deserved to be. Not for long though. Carrie unlocked me and quickly mounted me. I was shocked. I could not last long and came in less than a minute!

Carrie was pissed when she felt me cum and Michelle Commanded, “He had better clean up all that cum I don’t need it on the leather seats!”

“Do you have any napkins or wet wipes?” Carrie Asked.

“Make him eat you clean!” Michelle admonished. “Glen eats everything that he put into me.”

With that Carrie dismounted and plopped her freshly fucked oozing cunt down on my mouth! I immediately got hard again while eating her. I licked her fleshy folds tasting out mixed juices and was reminded of swallowing loads. I then inserted my tongue into her gash and got a lot out. It was bitter, and I loved it! I forms a seal lips to labia and sucked like a madman getting everything and then I attacked her clit! Carrie collapsed a couple of times, squashing me with all her large girth. My whole world was her cunt and I worshiped it with all my being. When she came she flooded my mouth and chin with her pure unmixed juices and ground my heard between her fat thighs and the leather seat.

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