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Memoirs from a Bordello Day 03

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This is the third part of my story, the first two can be found on my profile page. Thanks once again to everyone who has sent encouraging messages, they inpire me to write this the best I can. Day 4 should be published in the coming weeks.

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“I have high hopes for you Kristy. Most women who come through that door are able to fulfill one or two of our client’s needs. It’s up to me to pair the right girl with the right client. You on the other hand are a rare breed…someone who I hope can be matched with any desire.”

“What about Kelly?” I was back in her office with her cool green eyes examining me.

“Kelly is for nervous first timers, her personality is the winner…putting people at ease is her specialty but I could never put her in a situation where a client’s needs are…slightly more serious.” I got what she was saying, Kelly was fun, but sometimes you didn’t want fun.

“…and Nina?” I couldn’t have imagined when someone would not want to sleep with Nina.

“She’s beautiful, but that is also a weakness in her. Her looks provide the seduction, not what is between her ears. You on the other hand have both beauty and the brains, and it does take brains to provide sensuality. Have you ever heard of the term switching?” I shook my head.

“Switching is a fetish term, implying changing roles in a sub/dom sexual act…for people, like me and you, who enjoy both being submissive and being in control.” Me and you. Was that a hint?

“”People like me?” She smiled.

“I can see a lot of myself in you. Think about your submissive side. Two days ago when you came in this office and stood naked in front of me were you not aroused?” I nodded. “Why?”

“I felt vulnerable…not in control.”

“Exactly…and yesterday was an extension of that. The blindfold and tie helped you believe you weren’t in control. You could have stopped at any time but you didn’t. Even your refusal to masturbate is part of that submission to what I order. Did you like it when you found out that I had told Kelly not to touch you?” I thought about it.

“Yes.” I was beginning to feel ashamed of myself.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, it doesn’t mean that you want ball gags and whips…like I said, I enjoy it too…but what about the other side? The lovemaking with Kelly last night, you were in control.” She had gotten up from her desk to perch on it in front of me like a teacher, hair falling over one shoulder. “Imagine if it was a beautiful girl in your office, or tied up in a bedroom for you to do whatever you pleased. Imagine…if I was the one tied up?”

For the briefest of seconds Zara had morphed with ease to someone I hadn’t met yet. She was girly and innocent inviting me to assert myself over her. It didn’t last, but it was there in her eyes that there was a different side.

“I…would like that.” I admitted.

“I know you would and you will get a chance to explore that too, so think of today as a type of graduation: your last day of submission Tomorrow when you come in here I want you to be assertive and confident, ready to play the dominant role in any scenario I provide. But with every graduation there is a celebration and it’s still up to me how that celebration occurs.”

There was a point in every encounter with Zara where my heart would start to flutter, and I could feel my body start to tremble with excitement. It was addictive and the first thing that I anticipated when I woke up. I would try to have a normal existence: eat breakfast, take a shower, go to the gym and workout but the anticipation would grow as the hour for our meetings would near. On that day, I had cut myself off, my mind too absorbed with my cravings to interact with anyone. My shower after my workout had been lazy, closing my eyes as I enjoyed the hot water and soap suds over every part of my body.

I had spent over an hour getting dressed in my room, moisturizing my body to make my skin soft to the touch, trying on different clothes, before settling on a deep blue bra top dress I had bought recently. It came to mid thigh and hugged my curves, the built in bra providing some lace at the top but more importantly pushed upwards to give me ample cleavage. It made me feel incredibly sexy, like a lingerie model. I had taken my time over my makeup; enough for sophistication but not to look like a tramp. I looked great and had added the final touch before heading down to meet her. On impulse I removed my panties, it added a little bit of naughtiness that I had hoped Zara would discover in me.

“How will we celebrate Zara?” I raised an eyebrow and smiled suggestively.

“First, I want to hear about last night, did you enjoy watching us?”

“Yes…we both did, it was…breathtaking.” She arranged another chair so it was positioned in front of me and she took a seat, our knees touching.

“Nina’s beautiful isn’t she, do you want her?” I did, it was impossible not to but right now I was intoxicated with Zara’s proximity. She was wearing a trademark Antep Escort Bayan navy blue blazer with skirt, a white blouse with buttons undone far enough to spy a black lace bra.

“Yes…but not like I want you.” That elicited a sly grin.

“Tell me what you did to Kelly.”

“I…I fingered her while she watched you…and then I ate her out from behind like you did to Nina.” She leaned forward and placed her hands on my knees.

“Did you lick her ass?” I swallowed, and shook my head. My breaths were ever so slightly getting shorter.

“Did you want to?” Her hands were rubbing my thighs, pushing my dress up, I parted them.

“”Yes…but I wasn’t sure if…”

“I don’t want any more inhibitions from you,” she leaned closer to me, our faces inches apart. Her hands had slid to the tops my thighs. “Just like how you didn’t wear any panties today…you like feeling dirty don’t you?” I whimpered an agreement and reached out to kiss her hard, my control leaving me, pulse racing I tried to hold onto her and find her tongue but she pushed me back down and stood up. Moving her chair out of the way she pulled me up to stand.

“I was an escort for many years…for men and women both. I would be flown all around the world to play out their fantasies…be their girlfriend or their dominatrix. I learnt a lot of about pleasure and sensuality and one thing I know is that the strength of an orgasm is related to the amount of time someone has been in a state of arousal. The longer you wait for it, the better it will be.” She had walked behind her desk to open a drawer and produced a pair of handcuffs. My pussy had long since gone wet but now it started to burn with longing. “All you need is to exercise some restraint.”

She moved behind me, stroking my arms and then guiding my wrist into a handcuff, the metallic latch closing around it. Then the other one was secured behind my back. They had almost a foot of slack on them so it wasn’t uncomfortable but it still put my hands out of action. “I think I’m going to let you keep this sexy little dress on,” she rasped in my ear and then I felt her nails run up the sides of my thighs to catch the hem of my skirt and pull it upwards, bunching it at my waistline, exposing everything below it.

“Years of experience has given me the knowledge on how to prolong arousal, how to find someone’s erogenous areas…” she trailed a nail down the side of my neck and I shivered, “…anywhere from the neck…” she kissed my back between the shoulder blades. “…to the most sensitive areas of the body.” I felt a tip of her finger run gently through my labia, picking up moisture, and moving up to circle my anus causing me to take a deep intake of air. The desk looked enticing to steady myself but I had been robbed of the ability to use my arms and was forced to stand on unsteady legs while she teased my ass, the sensitivity sending tingles to my clitoris and up my spine.

“And where the body would feel my touch…” her finger trailed leftwards over my ass cheek as she moved in front of me, the finger ending just above the hood of my clitoris, “…it would also soon feel my mouth.” Her finger slid down again to become coated with my dampness, I bit by lip again as its length traced my clit. She pulled it up to my mouth, using her dripping finger like lipstick on it before her mouth met mine, the taste of my pussy intermingled with our kiss, it was heaven. For the first time my hunger for her was met with encouragement from Zara’s sweet mouth, allowing our tongues to meet, responding to my desperation.

When we broke there was genuine desire in her eyes, panting coming from both of our mouths. She pulled the straps of my dress down over my shoulders, making the cups fall to expose my breasts; her fingers dancing around my nipples. We both looked at them as they became erect, the areola dimpling and the tip protruding. She leaned into my ear, continuing to tickle my breast while never touching my aching nipples.

“I’ve wanted this too Kristy, ever since I got your email. Resisting the urge to fuck you on the first day after you made Kelly cum with your virgin mouth…” her voice was barely audible, husky an inch from my ear, “I played with myself as I watched you submit to having a stranger climax on your face.” Her fingers finally found my nipples; still the lightest of touches on them. From the back of my throat came a soft cry through my erratic breathing.

“But I didn’t let myself come, Kristy. I kept myself on the brink for so long but never over the edge. Ask me why.” Her tongue went to a nipple, dragging its full length against my eager tip and then circling. My head fell back instinctively but I had to return it to Zara’s face to watch her beautiful mouth tantalize me. For a moment I was reminded of the handcuffs as I reached out to touch her.

“W-why?” She stopped and came back to my ear to answer.

“I’m waiting for your hot mouth to taste me.” Her face went down again to the nipple without her saliva on it and she closed her lips on it, pursing them to squeeze the erect point.

“Oh God…I’ll do anything you want Zara…you make me so hot,” it was true. I was light-headed from the blood pumping to my brain. I wanted to pleasure her, but I was in no position unless she took off her skirt and pulled my head down to her crotch, which I wanted. Her mouth released my .

“Not today…today is about your body and I know what it wants.” She moved from me and went to the same closet as the first day, removing a pillow, coming back and placing it on her desk. She beckoned me with a sexy smile and a solitary finger. I didn’t know how she wanted me until she guided me to bend over the desk, my front cushioned by the pillow, my arms still helpless behind my back. The desk was lower than my waist so I had to spread my legs for comfort.

“Are you comfortable?” she stroked a butt cheek. I nodded breathlessly. It was difficult to look behind me but I caught her kneel behind me and then felt her nails again, starting at my ankles, stroking upwards over my calves to tease the backs of my knees. I felt her lips plant a wet kiss on one before a tongue, traced the rest of the way up my thigh. I whimpered, giving up trying to watch and instead burying my face in the pillow. Her slow tongue stopped where my thigh met my ass, kissing the crease. Then I just felt her breath on my crotch, her face had to have been close, as her hand traced up the other thigh.

I felt her tongue on one of my cheeks, ever so close to my crack, licking and then a playful soft bite on it. I was having trouble swallowing I was so turned on. My clitoris was so swollen the sensitivity radiated to the entire area. Then it finally came, her tongue ran lightly from the bottom of my vagina up my crack, not stopping to avoid my anus. A spasm ran through me and an animal cry came from my mouth.

I felt her hands on both cheeks as she pulled them apart; I tried to help by arching my back, wanting her mouth everywhere. Again her tongue came to lick me and this time it stopped on my asshole, circling and kissing it.

“Mmmmm God it’s so sensitive!” I managed to mumble into my pillow but Zara didn’t stop despite my writhing. It was the most intimate act someone had ever done on me. I felt every movement her tongue tip made on the nerve endings, from light touches to its entire length running up my ass to the small of my back. I had to bite the pillow to muffle the urgent groans that were coming from me.

Finally her tongue stopped and went downwards, parting my soaked labia and lapping at the source of my juices. I felt her face tight against my crotch, her nose pressing against my asshole. Then for the first time in my life I felt a woman’s tongue on my clit and I squealed in ecstasy.

Her devilish tongue was moving in slow strokes from my clit to my vagina; her tongue always hitting my clit but also to lap deeply at my wet entrance, applying pressure almost to the point of insertion. The anticipation had put me on the brink of an incredible orgasm with little effort from her and I felt it build with every lap until it stopped suddenly, her face leaving me, my crotch robbed of its warmth.

“Please don’t stop…just please don’t stop I’m so close!” I craned my head again to look around and she had stood up, walking around the desk ignoring my pleas. She came in front of me, not saying a word, and unzipped her skirt and let it fall, exposing a landing strip of manicured pubic hair. She knelt in front of my face and pulled my head toward her to kiss me deeply. I could taste and smell myself on her; whimpering I reached out with my tongue for more of my juices.

“There’s something I’ve wanted to hear from you Kristy,” she had released my head and her hand had gone down to her pussy.

“Tell me,” her fingers came back up to my mouth and I sucked on them greedily. Her green eyes had a wicked glint and then I realized what she wanted to hear.

“I want…I want you inside of me…” The urge for her to fill me had hit me hard and I needed to be satisfied. My feelings for her were intensifying by the second and my body demanded the most intimate acts with her.

She stood up and reached into a drawer, producing what I knew she would, a rubber phallus, a harness and a bottle of lubrication. It was black and detailed like a penis. In any other circumstance I would have giggled but my aching vagina made me stare at it longingly as she stepped into it and fastened it to her waist. She looked so hot, still wearing a white blouse and the treatment she had given my pussy hadn’t affected her makeup. A second wave of moistness began to cover my pussy in anticipation.

She walked around behind me, and helped me back into a standing position. She tried to turn me around to lie on my back but I didn’t let her, instead falling to my knees in front of the dildo, looking up at her and licking my lips expectantly. I was in such a frenzied state of arousal I would do anything no matter how slutty especially if it would turn Zara on. She reached down to slide a hand in between the harness and her crotch, rubbing it briefly and then coating the strap on with the results.

She guided it to my lips and I licked the tip, her cum overpowering the slight taste of rubber. I held my eyes on hers as I took it into my mouth. I wanted to hold the base and reach up to squeeze her breast through her blouse but again the handcuffs prevented me.

“Mmmmm, I love how your pussy tastes Zara, I would spend all day there if you would let me.” I put my mouth on it again, going deeper, relaxing my throat to take more of its length like I had done with men. It was long but not ridiculous like I had seen in pornos, it wasn’t going to hurt. I took it into my mouth in long strokes, trying to get the harness to cause friction on Zara’s clit. Above me I caught Zara’s face break and her mouth open as she took a sharp breath, it was working and I was ready.

“Please fuck me…” it was barely above a whisper but Zara responded, pulling me off my knees, my boobs still falling out of my dress that only served to cover my midsection. She pushed me back onto the desk, lying down on my handcuffed hands. I spread my legs to invite her in and then wrapped them around her waist. She uncapped the lube, and dripped a large glob into her hand and then gripped the dildo, stroking it up and down to make it slick. I had to strain to keep my head up and look at the act, I wanted to see everything. She bent over me to kiss me lightly again for one last message.

“This is going to feel so good.” I believed her. She straightened and then I felt the tip push against my pussy. It was so wet that the strap on was met with little resistance, the head being taken easily. I gasped as I felt it fill and stretch the walls of my vagina. It didn’t have the natural warmth of a penis but I was so hot down there it quickly felt a part of me. Zara inched it further into me, taking it slow for me to adjust. I urged her on with my legs, pulling her closer even though it was getting tighter.

She withdrew and then pumped inwards again, pushing deeper. I moaned with every new part of my vagina it reached, her hand guiding it in while another stroked a thigh. She pumped again and this time she got it to the hilt, completely filling me. I was panting feverishly, wanting to feel its stroke against my ridge where I was most sensitive. Zara looked down at my face, probably contorted in pleasure, and then moved a thumb to my clit.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck that feels good,” my voice was piercing, begging for more. She toyed with my clit as she began to move the dildo in and out, slowly, almost removing it completely and then pushing all the way in again. I was grunting through heavy breaths. I needed more: for her to fuck me faster but she kept an even pace, making the orgasm develop slowly.

I managed to prop myself on my elbows somehow to see the rubber dick move in and out of me, moaning with each inch I took, the black length disappearing into my pink folds. Zara grabbed my face, a thumb pushing it to my mouth allowing me to suck on it while I glared at her beautiful face, almost angry that I couldn’t use my hands to rip her shirt off and feel her entire body on mine.

“Is this what you wanted?” she rasped, her voice trembling ever so slightly.

“God yes…I’ve wanted you so bad…oh fuck you’re going to make me cum so hard.” She thrust deep again and then held it, a quivering sigh escaping my mouth. She leant over to pleasure my tits; her hand roughly squeezing a breast to bring a nipple to her mouth nursing it relentlessly. It pushed me to the edge.

“Uhhhhhhh, please god yes, suck on me,” I felt her hips move, the dildo starting to work in and out as she licked and sucked on my tender boobs. And then it happened, I couldn’t prolong it any further, I sucked in all my breath and held it, my eyes closing, my back arched; pressing my breast further into Zara’s soft mouth. I dug my heels into her back and got every centimeter possible of the strap on into myself. From below a shockwave hit my whole body and it erupted out of my mouth in a wail.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my god I’m cumming, uhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Zara pumped it deeply one last time to hold it inside me, my vagina pulsating and my body bucking on it. It felt like it lasted an hour, all the pent up lust making the orgasm plateau as I continued to convulse from the power of it.

“Oh my god, ohhhh fuck, that feels so good,” Wave after wave hit me before it sadly subsided. Zara finally released my wet nipple, straightening to slide the strap on out of me; leaving a trembling cavity. She stared at me, lightly panting, saliva making her lips glisten.

“You don’t know how beautiful you looked as I made you cum,” I looked up at her, hair in my eyes, not being able to clear it away. I almost wanted to tell her I loved her, to ask her to uncuff me and take me to bed where we could undress each other and I could explore her body like she did mine. I would have done anything she had wanted. But I didn’t, I could only hold her stare, hoping that she saw I wanted more, as my breathing finally steadied.

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We had been going out for a while. Kristy and I had been having sex for three years, since that Christmas. But I have always dreamed of having a threesome with her. I mean come on, my sister is fucking hot. With those grapefruit sized tits, and her tight little ass. Who wouldn’t want to fuck her?

But we had to keep dating other people, so our parents wouldn’t question our living together. So we agreed we could sleep with other people too. I picked out one of my classmates from my Anatomy class, and my sister picked one of hers. My girl, Shanna, has a body identical to my sister’s, but with larger tits. So when I brought her to my place, my sister raised an eyebrow. All night long, my sister was checking out Shanna, and sort of giving her dirty looks. That night during our pillow talk, she asked me if I still thought she was pretty.

“Of course I do, sis. Why do you ask?” I questioned.

“Well I saw how you were looking at Shanna, and she has a better body than I do.”

“Are you jealous?” I teased.

“Maybe,” she retorted.

We talked a little more, fucked and then I cuddled her until we fell asleep, all the time wishing Shanna had been there with us.

When morning came, I asked her about it. I asked, “What would you say to a threesome?” She said, “I will think about it, but maybe.”

I went to school with her, and wouldn’t see her until tonight, as I was going to study with Shanna after class. When I saw Shanna, she said she had a surprise for me. I thought and thought, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. While we were studying, she decided to make it interesting. She was going to quiz me, and for every right answer, she removed an article of clothing. If I got her naked, I got a BJ. Of course she made sure that I got her naked. Then she gave me an amazing BJ.

Afterwards, we met up with Kristy and her boyfriend, Mike at the Campus Bar & Grill and ate. The girls ordered salads, and Mike and I got burgers. During dinner, we all talked joked around, and my sister Escort Bayan Gaziantep and I got away from the table a few times for quick make-out sessions.

We paid the bill, and we went our separate ways. Krista said she was going to Mike’s for a while, and Shanna asked me to take her to her house so she could feed her dog before we went back to my place. My plan was to fuck Shanna and have her out before Krista got back from Mike’s. So I took Shanna home, and thought we should just fuck at her place, that way I could just go home, but she told me that my surprise was waiting for me at my house. So I obliged and we went back to my place, as I was curious as to what I would be getting from her. I was upset to see that Krista was already back at our house. I was upset because I couldn’t fuck Shanna. Boy was I wrong.

Before we went inside, Shanna pulled a blindfold out of her purse and told me to put it on so she could lead me to my gift. I was anxious, and awaiting whatever it was. She pulled me into my living room, and sat me down on the couch, and told me to wait for a minute while she got it. She left the room, and I was wondering which way she went. Before long, I heard coming down the hall. I was excited. I asked if I could pull off the blind fold, but she said no. She told me that she was holding my surprise, and asked me what I wanted her to do with it. I asked her what she could do, and she told me, “anything you can do to a lemon.” So I told her to squeeze it, suck it, and lick it. She told me to pull off the blindfold after the third one, and to my surprise, and arousal, there was my girlfriend licking Krista’s pussy.

Needless to say, I was horny as fuck! The girls stopped what they were doing and grabbed me and half carried me to the bedroom. They sat me on the chair, and they climbed onto the bed. I was going to watch first. I watch as Krista pushed her down on the bed and turn to me with a “does this answer your question?” look on her face. I smiled and nodded my approval. First Shanna was getting her pussy licked by my sister, then they switched positions, so they could both be pleasured. Finally they came, and they called me to the bed. I sprinted and flung myself onto the bed with them, and I grabbed their tits, and sucked them, while fingering Shanna, then Krista laid down and I ate her out while still fingering Shanna. Then the girls attacked me once again, Krista taking my now fully erect 8 inch member entirely into her mouth. My body spasmed as she flicked her tongue on my mushroom head. After a while, Shanna playfully tackled Krista, trying to gain control of my throbbing cock. This action sent Krista into a frenzy and she wrestled with Shanna while I slowly jerked myself off. It was incredibly arousing to witness to such gorgeous girls wrestling over me.

When they finished, I was near my climax, so they pushed me back down on the bed and pulled out Krista’s double ended dildo. They each placed an end into their soaking slits, and got each other off again, while telling me not to touch myself. When they came again, they brought me back into the picture. I stuck my thick hard on into Shanna and fucked her brains out until she screamed to announce her delightful orgasm. When she came, Krista saw her opening, and she jumped on me, and I fucked her as hard as I could. In the same manner as Shanna, Krista came, and squirted a little on my stomach. Then she kept riding me, but before I could cum they pulled me out, and started a tandem blow job, my second of the day. I quickly came in their mouths, and on their huge ta-ta’s. I rolled over onto the bed, and I kissed the both of them passionately. And I asked what made them decide to do this for me. Krista said she called Shanna when she got to school, and told her our situation. “We decided that tonight would a perfect night, since we went out to dinner,” said Krista. I laughed and kissed them both again. We took a quick nap to power up.

I woke before the ladies, and I went out and got some ice cream for us to share, and of course toppings. I was hoping we could play around some more tonight.

When I walked into the apartment, I heard the shower running, and figured one of them wanted to shower. Little did I know that they had started the after nap activities without me. I stripped down, exposing my growing manhood, and jumped into our oversized shower with them. They giggled, and started sucking my cock again. They had the dildo in here with some lube and I was watching as Shanna lubed up the end of the dildo, and eased it into Krista’s asshole, causing her to moan with pleasure! I was completely aroused now, and I wished badly to be the dildo.

While Shanna fucked Krista, I fucked Shanna. When Shanna came, we switched positions so I was fucking Krista now. I pulled the dildo out, and handed it to Shanna. I was going to pound Krista’s tight little ass for the first time. I bent her over and the water beaded of her back as I eased my giant member into her tight little hole. Krista moaned as Shanna pushed the dildo into Krista’s soaking wet slit. I reached down and rubbed Shanna’s tits, and twisted her nipples, which had been hard all day. We finished showering, and I laid the girls down, still wet and ate them both out, and I made them cum a few times. Then I stuck my cock into Shanna’s pussy and I came again, and Krista moved down to my balls, licking and sucking them as they bounced off of Shanna’s ass. When I came, Krista once again licked my cock clean of any mess. I flipped her over and I fucked her asshole and came again and felt her ass tighten as she climaxed also, heightening my own.

We all rolled over and I whispered thank you to the girls, as they had made my night. We all slept together, and when we woke up in the morning, we made pancakes, and ate them in bed. We all fucked again and we went to school. It was an amazing end to my ultimate fantasy. Since then we have all fucked many times, and its still as passionate as the first night. Now Shanna and I are engaged and we plan to bring Krista along on our honeymoon. To this day I often think of that sweet, sensual sequence while I get myself off.

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It was about 40 degrees. They had been out to the local pub and on the way home it was all she could do to keep from attacking him at the steering wheel. As she walked up on the porch to go into the house, he grabbed her. Their porch was well lighted. There was a utility lightpole and its light made the whole area easy to see.

“Take off your clothes” he ordered her as he kissed her neck.

She laughed, “it’s so cold.” She was already starting to shiver.

“Take off your clothes,” he said again, pulling her sweat shirt over her head. She smiled at him and unzipped her pants. He whirled her around and unhooked her bra, then whirled her back around and pulled it off. She shimmied out of her pants and her panties. He put his arms around her and held her tight, kissing her warmly. She was shaking.

“Ok,” he laughed, “go inside,” he said pushing open the door and picking up her clothes and throwing them in the house.

She waited for him to follow her in and leaned against him as he grabbed her from behind and began to rub her breasts. She had large breasts and he loved to play with them.

He turned her around and kissed her softly, then took her hand and led her to the livingroom.

“I want you to put on a sexy dress,” he kissed her and pushed her towards her bedroom.

She laughed and went into her closet and pulled out the dress he always said he liked best. It Bayan Escort Gaziantep was a blue dress with small flowers on it. It was low cut and flowed out into a full skirt which buttoned all the way up the front. As she was buttoning the last buttons, he came into the room behind her. She had wondered if she should put on a garter and hose. But he was impatient and so was she.

He grabbed her hand and led her from the room. When they got to the living room he bent down and pulled up the hem of her dress, sliding up her legs and over her ass. He twirled her around and continued under her dress up to her breasts, pinching the nipples.

“OHHHH!!!” she gasped as he tightened his nails. She leaned back into him.

“You are going to do everything I say,” he said into her ear. “That’s what you like isn’t it?” She nodded yes.

“OK, go get on my bed on your hands and knees and pull your dress up over your butt.”

She didn’t say anything. She just started walking to his room. As she got to his bed she began pulling up her dress as she crawled up on it.

“Put your head down,” he said as he came in the room.

He came up behind her and spanked her right cheek.

“Ungh,” she grunted. He spanked the left cheek, “ungh”.

“Do you like me in control?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered hoarsley.

He spanked her again and again she responded. He spanked her pussy, and she said immediately, “that hurt.” So he went back to her cheeks. She wiggled her hips to the music that was playing in the background as he spanked first one cheek then the other.

He pushed his fingers into her pussy.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…” she moaned as she felt him push up and back towards something that felt really good to be touched. He thrust his fingers in harder and she moaned with each push. Then he put more fingers in and pushed hard. She lifted her head up off the bed.

He quickly said, “PUT YOUR HEAD DOWN!”

“That hurt,” she said quickly and he stopped. He knew she wouldn’t complain unless it hurt a lot.

He kneeled on the floor and spread her cheeks and found her pussy with his lips. He blew into her vagina filling it with air. She felt like a balloon that was about to burst.

“Oh Doug,” she said trying to keep her head down, “It feels like I’m going to blow up!” The pressure was uncomfortable. He pulled her lips apart and let the air escape. Then he blew into her again. She laughed because she knew he liked teasing her and making her uncomfortable if it was something that felt good too. He held her lips together holding the air inside.

“Doug, please.” He laughed then let it out. “I’m hungry,” he said, and stood and walked toward the kitchen. She followed him.

He started getting food out and putting it in pans. In between stirring and mixing he would turn to her and kiss her and run his hands up her dress and between her legs and push his fingers up inside of her. As things started burning on the stove, he said, “hmmmm… cooking and THIS don’t mix.”

He stirred something. Then turned back to her. She smiled at him. He walked around behind her and she pushed her hips against his hard cock and rotated them in a circle. Then she rubbed back and forth. Then she ground into him. He very obviously liked it. He forgot the stuff cooking on the stove and pulled her back to the bedroom. He didn’t bother unbuttoning the dress he pulled it over her head. He pushed her back on the bed and got on top of her.

He had had much more to drink than she had. But he was a very lucid drunk.

They had a relationship that was so complicated to the outside world, but not really to them. Especially not at times like this. Sometimes they let all of the outside stuff mess them up. Sometimes there was just them.

He knew she loved him. He loved her too, but there was someone else he wanted. None of it was easy. Their problems mostly arose when he felt guilty about not loving her they way she loved him. But to her, all the rest of him was worth the distraction of that other person. And sometimes he wanted her enough to let the guilt slip away and enjoy her.

That night was one when the need for her overruled the guilt that usually kept him away from her. They made love as his food burned on the stove, then slept curled up together.

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Athletic

At 4:45 I decided to go out onto the balcony and wait for Sam to get home from work. I don’t like face-to-face confrontations so I generally avoid them, but his snub of me this morning was eating away at my heart.

I wore navy blue nylon gym shorts and a matching cut-off tee shirt. Powder blue string bikini briefs underneath the shorts completed my outfit.

I screwed-up enough courage to sit on the chair directly in front of his glass door. There was no way he wouldn’t be able to see me when he arrived home.

I sniffed my armpits. They were still fresh. Whatever happened with Sam, I would still have plenty of time to soak in a bubble bath before my seven o’clock in apartment 640.

4:50 — no Sam. 4:55 no Sam. 5:00 — no Sam. 5:05 — no Sam. 5:10 — no Sam. 5:15 — no Sam. 5:20 — no Sam. 5:25 — no Sam. 5:30 — no Sam.

I gave up at 5:35 and went inside with a heavy heart. Whatever I did to make him mad was bad enough for him to change his routine. He always comes home around five. Since I began doing it for him, he’s never missed his five o’clock handy.

I sat at the computer and deleted many emails. To pick up my spirits, I opened ‘Nicky and Daniel’s Wedding Reception’ file again and scrolled thru the photos.

My job had been cocktail server and my uniform consisted solely of a pink bowtie and a very tiny pink thong. It brought a smile to my face when I remembered how uncomfortable and agitated I became with that darn string between my asscheeks rubbing against my anus all night long.

There were actually quite a few photos of me serving the guests so I was able to follow the progression of my unruly prick that evening. Mister Halifax had been the wedding photographer so I guess it made sense he kept an eye on me.

The night started out normal enough. I went from table-to-table delivering tray loads of champagne. Many of the men couldn’t resist patting and stroking my exposed buttocks but I was able to concentrate enough so my prick stayed flaccid.

Once the guests were finished with the light appetizers and snacks and I began delivering shots of Fireball, that was when things sort of spiraled out of control.

Many of the guests insisted I drink a shot of the cinnamon-tasting whiskey with them and they became very handsy — boldly squeezing my butt and stroking my smooth thighs. Soon, my prick was at half-mast and the head was poking out the top of the thong.

That cunt, Little Timmy, was the one who did the most to embarrass me. He took advantage of my vulnerability every time I had a full tray of drinks and had to use both hands to carry it.

First, he rolled and pinched my nipples until they were hard — a full inch in length. That caused my prick to stiffen further, but most of it was still tucked inside the thong.

I was becoming slightly inebriated and the next time around with the tray he stopped me and kissed me full on the lips ramming his tongue in and out of my mouth.

Well, that did it — French kissing always does. My boner sprang to life and popped out into the open and I heard cheers and applause from the nearby tables.

I was going to set down the tray and adjust my hard-on back into the thong when Little Timmy whispered in my ear, “Don’t you dare — you’re gonna walk around like that the rest of the night!”

So there I was with my prick jutting straight out bobbing ahead of me and my hairless balls swinging between my legs while I delivered drinks. Now the men kneaded and stroked my flesh in earnest.

The next time around when the last shot glass was gone from the tray, I had to sit next to a man, reach under the table and stroke his cock until it exploded. At some point, someone ripped the flimsy thong off me and I was totally nude the rest of the night. All pretense of civility was now gone.

I don’t know how many under-the-table handjobs I gave that night. It seemed like every man there wanted at least one. Sometimes I was tightly sandwiched between two men and gave them double-fisted handjobs.

All I remember is when I got home, my hands, wrists and most of my legs were sticky with dried or drying sperm and semen and I never once shot a load of my own.

Of course, I took care of that problem the moment I went inside my apartment and went to bed.

***

I hadn’t heard Sam come home so I decided to run a bath.

I carefully measured a cup of the special bubble bath liquid into the water. Not only did it have a nice fragrance, but it also contained a solution that removed my body hair. Two birds with one stone.

I carefully put on the shower cap. I certainly do not want to lose the hair on my head.

I flipped over the sand hour-glass and stepped into the tub. Mister Alderson had given me the hour glass, which was really a half-hour. He insists I sit in the sudsy water until the sand runs out.

After thirty-minutes, I pull the plug, and while the water is draining I stand under the hot shower rinsing the soap off my soft and smooth body.

In the bedroom I slide a clean white jockstrap Bayan Escort Gaziantep up my legs. I stand before the mirror, pose with my hands on hips, and admire my bulge in the crotch of the jock. The small pouch gives me the illusion I have a ‘manly package’ and it makes me feel better about myself.

I slip into my standard work uniform: pink short-shorts, and the short pink tee shirt that exposes my flat, lower tummy and navel. I decide against wearing the pink socks. I’m sure Timmy the Cunt will strip me naked when I get there anyway. I slide the pink flip-flops on my feet and go back to the computer.

I fight the urge to go out on the balcony to see if Sam had come home while I was in the bathroom. I don’t want to appear too desperate and needy.

I update my work schedule to include the new woman, ‘Mistress Marcia’ two nights from now.

That means I’ll be working for Mistress Bernice tomorrow night and the new woman the following night. I am positive Mistress Bernice told the new woman about my distaste for going down on women which means for sure I’ll have to eat cunt two nights in a row. YUCK!!

The job I am looking forward to the most is the ‘modeling’ shoot with Mister Halifax on Sunday. He said he found a cute, new boy named Manolo, and he and I have a lot in common, whatever that means.

***

At 6:50 I check myself in the mirror one last time then leave the apartment. As I walk up the stairs to the sixth floor my dick begins twitching inside the jock. It’s like it has a mind of its own whenever I have a job in apartment 640.

Little Timmy is two-inches shorter than me heighth-wise, but two-inches longer than me dick-wise. He has a dominating personality that excites me, but I will never admit that to him or anyone else.

I rap three times on the door and soon am face-to-face with him. He is wearing simply black boxer briefs and his prick is tenting-out the crotch. He and Mister Hanson must have been making out on the sofa. I guess I stared too long at his bulge.

He laughed and said, “You be an obedient little boy tonight, Johnny, and I just might let you slide your pussy back-and-forth on my cock!”

I don’t embarrass easily, but he has a knack for putting me in my place.

I see Mister Hanson smiling at me from the sofa. He is dressed only in a red thong and the purple head of his hard cock has escaped the waistband and laying flat against his firm belly. More than once I have wondered who the real bottom is in their relationship.

Once the door closes behind me, Timmy takes me in his arms and we kiss. I never resist him. An important aspect of my work is to appear to be an eager and willing participant no matter how distasteful I may find the job.

As usual, the French-kissing gives me a stone-hard boner. Timmy strips me between kisses and I stand there with a hard-on in my tiny white jock. With his tongue in my mouth, I feel his hands on my hips. He pushes the jockstrap to the floor. He breaks the kiss and joins Mister Hanson on the sofa. I am left standing naked and aroused, and out of breath gasping for air.

“Time for inspection — come over here, boy!” he orders.

I am two-years older than him but he always calls me ‘boy.’

“Yes, Timmy,” I dutifully reply.

I stand naked before them with my hands on my head, and feet spread wide apart. I am completely exposed and at their mercy.

Timmy always takes his time when he runs his hands over my soft and smooth flesh searching for a stray hair or two. He, of course, won’t find any but by the time he is done, my body will tingle and my prick will be throbbing.

“Good boy,” he says then adds: “Now turn around and display your pussy to us!”

“Yes, Timmy,” I reply and immediately turn my backside to them.

I know what they expect. With my legs spread as wide as possible, I bend over at the waist, reach back with my hands and pull apart my buttocks so they have a closeup and very personal view of my boypussy.

This is the most vulnerable and embarrassing aspect of my job. It also reminds me of the first time one of my sponsors, Mister Alderson had me bend over for him. He likes to hear me beg so I said, “Please fuck me in the ass, pleeeezzzzzzzz!”

He slapped my buttcheeks hard and admonished me, “Only real men have assholes — boys like you have pussies!”

Timmy gives my erection a few hard strokes then I feel the soft leather of the scrotum strap as he cinches my balls. My heart sinks. The longer Timmy denies me a climax, the more excited I get.

I become so desperate to orgasm I turn into a mindless, lust-crazed sex boy eagerly obeying Timmy’s increasingly humiliating demands. My balls become so swollen and full, their isn’t any act of oral and anal sodomy I won’t perform for Timmy and Mister Hanson.

“Get on your knees between his legs, boy, and suck his cock!” Timmy says firmly.

“Yes, Timmy,” I reply and immediately obey his command.

***

Two-hours later I am stumbling down the stairwell. Mind shrouded in haze, legs weak and wobbly. The afterglow of my orgasm is overwhelming. I don’t even realize I am wearing only the tiny jockstrap and carrying the rest of my clothes.

I somehow concentrate hard enough to open my front door. I go straight for the recliner and plop down on it. The sweet ache I feel in my boypussy reminds me how well Timmy and Mister Hanson fucked me tonight.

I must have given them three orgasms each but the one Timmy allowed me to have was so powerful and satisfying it made the entire night a major success.

A crashing noise on the balcony startles me. I go to the glass door and see a chair had been tipped over. I flip on the outside light and OH MY GOD — I see Sam laying face down on the concrete. I turn off the light and hurry out to him.

As I kneel down to attend to him a very strong odor of alcohol assaults my nose. I gently turn him onto his back.

“Sam — Sam, are you alright?” I frantically ask him.

I hear a deep groan then “Johnny, is that you?”

“Yes, I’m here for you…are you okay?” I ask again.

“Noooo…” he moans. “I’m not okay…I’m a…Johnny, I’m a faggot just like you!”

His words are slightly slurred. He is drunk.

“What are you talking about?” I ask him.

“I sucked your cock the other night — that makes me a cocksucking faggot like you!” he said.

His words hurt, but I was more concerned with whether he had injured himself.

“That doesn’t mean a thing,” I said. “You were experimenting…a lot of guys experiment!”

“Noooooo…” he groaned. “I liked it too much…I loved having your dick in my mouth — so hot and so smooth…I loved it when you came in my mouth — it tasted great…I’m nothing but a worthless, cocksucking cum-eating faggot!”

Again, the words hurt but I pressed on.

“Sammy, do you think I’m ‘worthless’?” I asked him.

“No, Johnny, noooo…I think I understand you better now,” he said. “I know why you like to do it…I loved hearing you moan when I was doing it for you…and when you shot in my mouth it was so exhilarating that I was able to give you all that pleasure – in fact, it gave me a hard-on…my dick got sooo hard when I was swallowing your cum as soon as I went inside I had to jack-off…and I thought about your cock the whole time!”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry so I took his confession as words from a guy out-of-his-mind drunk. I decided to change the subject.

“How was it at work? I’ll bet you were pretty hungover,” I said.

“I haven’t gone to work — I’ve been drinking for two-days!” he exclaimed.

“Sam, you have to go to work — you have to take care of yourself!” I scolded.

“I’ll prove it to you, Johnny — take out your cock and I’ll go down on you right now!” he said forcefully. “That’s what faggots do, right? C’mon Johnny, whip it out — I want to make you cum in my mouth again!”

“You need to get some sleep – I’m going to help you inside,” I said softly.

He was dead-weight when I tried to help him stand.

“Sam, listen to me — you have to give me some help — take my hand and try to stand up!” I pleaded with him.

He grunted and groaned as he fought to get up and stand on his uncertain legs.

He fell against me but I managed to keep him upright. I opened his sliding door and almost had to carry him inside. I didn’t think I could get him to his bedroom so I laid him down on his back on the sofa.

I went in search for a blanket to cover him. All I found were extra sheets so I laid one over him. It was warm in the apartment and I figured the sheet would be enough.

All I heard was his breathing so I thought he was asleep as I spread the sheet over him. He slightly shifted his body and I swear I heard him say very softly, “Johnny, I love you” then he passed-out.

I stood over him a long time listening to his snoring. I didn’t know if I should be happy for me or sad for my confused, straight friend.

***

I woke up before the alarm went off and slid into orange gym shorts and plain white t-shirt. I went to check on Sam. The purpose was to wake him and get him off to work. I knew he was living on a very tight budget and couldn’t afford to lose his job.

He wasn’t on the sofa so I thought he may have made it to the bedroom sometime in the night. Surprise! He was nowhere to be found. There was a wet towel in the bathroom.

Amazing! As drunk as he’d been, he somehow managed to wake-up before me, take a shower and go to work. He had to have a one, wicked headache!

Went back to my place, made a cup of instant coffee, and brought my phone with me out on the balcony. I saw right away a text from the photographer, Mister Halifax.

“Moved up shoot — this a.m. at 10.”

Uh-oh, this screws-up my schedule. I went inside, fired-up the laptop and studied the days agenda. I shifted around a couple jobs. It was too early to call them about the changes but I did have to start sooner than originally planned so I took a quick shower then ate some toast with another cup of coffee, and was out the door at 8:00am.

***

I always find giving an early morning massage to be more difficult. While the coffee clears my head, my body isn’t quite awake yet.

No matter, I tell myself, Peter the Perv isn’t really interested in the massage itself. No, to him it’s all about the happy-ending. As I enter one of the massage rooms next to the gym I wonder if today will be oral or the use of my hands.

True to form, Peter is already laying on his stomach on the table. Also true to form, he never has the decency to cover himself with at least a small towel. He is naked and his fat-ass pretty much takes up most of the table. A small towel wouldn’t cover much anyhow.

As usual, the first thing out of his mouth is “You’re late!” and I give him my usual reply “I’m right on time, sir!”

I don’t bother stripping off my clothes with him. He doesn’t care about looking at my body, and I don’t get the least bit aroused massaging his flabby flesh so I never have to worry about pre-cum leakage staining my undies.

My hands go to work on his back but quickly move to the mud-flaps of his ass. He’s only interested in feeling my hands on his huge butt and his stubby dick anyway.

After ten-minutes or so he says “Kiss my ass, boy!”

That’s when I know he is ready to turn-over and have me work on his dick so I reply “Yes, sir!” and I plant a loud, wet kiss on the closest, shakes-like-jello ass-cheek.

He grunts with effort as he shifts on the table to his back. I have to restrain myself from giggling when I catch sight of his short, fat, stubby prick.

I massage his breasts for thirty-seconds then squeeze and knead his upper thighs.

I guess I kinda play a game with him. I won’t move on from his thighs until he gets agitated enough to say “What are you waiting on, boy — get to it!”

“Yes, sir,” I reply and begin squeezing and stroking his pathetic dick with one hand while I massage his heavy scrotum with the other.

I always stare at his dick and wonder if he’s ever fucked a woman with it and I always come to the same conclusion: No way — no how — not possible!

I massage his dick and balls and wait for his breathing to intensify. Only then will he tell me what type of happy-ending he wants.

He suddenly blurts out “I’m going to finish in your mouth, boy!”

I say to him “Yes, sir!” but my mind is screaming YUCK.

I wet my lips, slide them over his fat glans and begin using my tongue. I work feverishly on him. I always give him my ‘Express BJ’ to make him cum as soon as possible.

Within two-minutes his body begins shaking and I ready myself to receive my punishment.

I have to mentally prepare myself for the worst so I don’t gag and choke on his awful gruel. I’m not sure what he stores in his balls but it is not normal sperm and semen. It’s a thin and mucous-like liquid that has the flavor and consistency of smelly swamp water.

Oh well…a boys gotta do what a boys gotta do.

***

I rush home and run to the bathroom to use mouthwash. I have to gargle and spit three times before his taste is gone.

The only good thing about doing a job for Peter the Perv is it doesn’t take much time. I have thirty-minutes until my next appointment so I make another cup of coffee.

I become aware of something in my peripheral vision. My eyes dart to the balcony and — oh my God — Sam is sitting out there! What the hell is he doing home so early?

I casually join him on the balcony and say “Hi Sam, why are you home already?”

“Hi” he replies. “Apparently, I got fired yesterday…”

“What are you talking about?” I ask him in surprise.

“Well…I must have had a blackout when I was drinking…” he said in a far-off voice.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“It means I don’t remember my boss calling me and me telling him to fuck-off…he was pretty angry when I showed up today….”

“Oh my God, Sam, that’s terrible!” I said.

I didn’t know what else to say so I blurted out, “I’m surprised you were able to get up and go to work today at all…you were pretty wasted last night.”

“Oh, did I see you last night?” he asked.

My heart became so heavy all I could say is, “Yeah, we talked for awhile.”

“Damn,” he muttered. “I gotta cut down on the booze…the blackouts are getting worse and worse….”

Wow, he doesn’t remember telling me “I love you!” Now what? Should I say something? Nah, it wouldn’t do any good. In fact, it might push him over the edge and he could start drinking again!

I moved next to him on the love seat and placed my hand on his upper thigh, smiled and said, “Want me to make you feel better?”

My heart took another painful blow when he pushed my hand away and replied, “No, that’s okay, I’m not in the mood.”

“Oh…uh, alright, I have a job at nine,” I said and abruptly stood. “I’ll be out here at five…if you want to, uh, talk.”

“We’ll see….” were his last words before I went inside heartbroken.

***

Old Man Donelly lives directly below my apartment. I go there four times a week to give him a thorough scrubbing, literally.

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Badminton was Sophie’s favourite sport, especially when she was playing with her boyfriend Jack. Sophie was petite. She looked incredibly sexy, especially in the tight white t-shirt and a white short pleated dress she was wearing. She wore her light brown hair in a ponytail. Jack was equally handsome – tall with brown hair; he wore white shorts and a plain t-shirt. Together they made an incredibly cute couple. They were, however not impressing anyone with their badminton skills. They had not been playing long and they felt that their performances were suffering as all the other badminton players kept staring at them.

“Can’t they just concentrate on their own games!?” exclaimed Sophie in a loud voice. “I know we’re bad but at least we’re having fun!” There were four other badminton players, all young men aged around 19-23 who were all very competent players, all of whom chuckled at Sophie’s comment. “That’s it,” said Sophie quietly to Jack, “we’re going.” They both left, each heading for their separate changing rooms.

“Err… Jack,” whispered Sophie, “could I come in there with you?”

“Sure.” said Jack, with a broad smile on his face. Sophie followed Jack into the changing rooms. The changing rooms were typical communal changing rooms – there were rows of benches, with a set of showers at the end. The room was empty. Jack turned to face Sophie. Sophie looked at Jack in the eyes, he looked excited, very excited. She looked down his body, and her eyes rested on his shorts – it was even clearer he was excited! This is what she lived for! She could see his cock was desperate to escape, fighting against the fabric of his shorts. She was desperate to reach out and touch it, but she resisted, she wanted to have some fun first. She wanted to make him beg for her to relieve him.

“Sit down Jack, sit right there, and watch. Don’t touch anything.” Sophie took two steps back and began her show.

She turned her back to Jack and turned her head to look at him, seductively licking her lips. She ran her hand along her thin, bronzed legs and caught her skirt on the way up, revealing white panties that covered her tight, perfect ass. Jack gasped. His hard dick was getting desperate, twitching convulsively in his pants, desperate to be touched. Sophie began circling her hips; her skirt flapped up, flashing her white panties. She bent forward, her skirt rose slowly. Jack saw that the underneath of her panties were getting wet. This was obviously turning on Sophie as much as it was him!

Sophie turned around to face him and began to lift her t-shirt, revealing her flat stomach. She lifted higher and higher, exposing her pert, soft breasts. Jack felt that he was going to cum in his pants.

“OK, that’s enough for now.” said Sophie, “It’s about time I got to see your cock… Stand up.” Jack stood up without hesitation. “Oh Jack, you did enjoy looking at me didn’t you?” said Sophie silkily, as she stared at Jack’s bulge. “Well,” she brushed her hand across the bump, Jack let out a sigh. “Take off your shorts.” Jack obliged and removed them as quickly as he could. Jack’s boxer shorts were very damp, and his cock made a tent in them. Sophie stood, staring at his dick, eyes transfixed. She loved cock – there was no denying it.

“Take off your t-shirt,” she demanded. Jack removed his t-shirt revealing his flat stomach, slight six-pack and muscular shoulders. “Now slowly remove your boxers.” Jack placed his thumbs under the elastic of the boxers and carefully lowered them, revealing more and more of his erect penis. Finally, Jack revealed the full length of his dick. It was rock hard and around 7 inches long. There was pre-cum just about to drip from the end, Sophie caught it on her finger and licked it off seductively with her tongue. Sophie moved her hand toward Jack’s cock and slowly wrapped her slender hand around the thick shaft. Jack sighed – this was what he had been waiting for! Sophie slowly lowered herself to her knees, and starting wanking Jack. She looked up at him with her big brown eyes. She couldn’t help but smile. She loved it!

“Mmm Jack your cock feels so warm and hard. Do you think I should taste it more? Do you think I should lick it?”

“Y…eesss” said Jack desperately.

“Well, I could give your dick a little lick couldn’t I? That wouldn’t be too naughty would it?”

“P..l..eaassse.” Sophie looked up at Jack, stuck out her cute little tongue and edged closed and closer to the head of Jack’s erection. She gently licked around the top, circling the head.

“Mmm Jack that tastes nice, I might have to lick it more.” Holding the shaft with her right hand Sophie licked from the base to the tip of the penis. Jack let out sighs of desperation. “Ooooh Jack, I’m gonna suck it. OK?” Slowly and deliberately Sophie placed her soft lips around the head of Jack’s cock. She circled the head with her tongue and wanked with her hands. Jack looked down at Sophie who was staring straight into his eyes, her ponytail bobbed Antep Bayan Escort and swished as she sucked him off. After a minute or so Sophie removed Jack’s penis from her mouth and let it flap all over her face, covering her with pre-cum. She licked his dick up and down frantically, making sure she enjoyed every part of his manhood.

Suddenly Jack and Sophie heard some voices from outside. The others must have finished their games! Before they could do anything the other badminton players had entered the changing rooms. They stood and stared, all stunned! Jack and Sophie began to cover up, then Jack looked at Sophie, and Sophie knew what Jack was thinking and she said quietly,

“What the hell, not as if we’re coming back to this club!” The badminton players began to leave, obviously feeling they should change elsewhere. “Err… no” said Sophie in a nervous voice “umm… Stay, I fancy a bit of fun.”

The men all looked at each other. Each looked as though he was trying to suss the others out, as though none of them wanted to be the first to say they would stay.

“Err… you,” said Sophie to the tall blond man, who looked around 19, “what do you reckon? Want me to suck you off?” Sophie suddenly felt a little braver. She knew she was sexy, she knew these men would be desperate for her. The blond 19-year old flushed red, and half nodded. The player’s muttered amongst themselves, then turned to face Sophie and slowly walked towards her.

“OK boys, glad that you want some fun… Line up here, will you?” Sophie gestured with her left hand. “OK Jack, ready for a show?” Jack sat on the bench just diagonally to the side opposite the row of men, his cock rock hard in anticipation.

Each of the men looked very nervous, but excited.

“I want each of you to remove your t-shirt” demanded Sophie. Each of the men quickly removed their t-shirts revealing slender athletic torsos. Sophie turned to look at Jack and smiled a big smile.

“Well, you do look nice don’t you boys?” Can you each remove your shorts for me please? Just your shorts, leave all pants on!”

The men looked a little nervous now, but slowly each of them removed their shorts, revealing a line of four stiff cocks covered by four pairs of boxer shorts. Sophie paced back and forwards admiring the row of bulges in front her. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she thought of touching them, of feeling them against her skin. She turned towards Jack and saw that he was eager for the show to continue, his fist clamped firmly around his dick, wanking furiously.

“What do you want me to do Jack? Do you want me to relieve these poor men? Do you want me to start wanking some cocks for you?” Jack nodded frantically.

“Well, OK Jack, but slowly does it…”

Sophie walked up to the first man in the line. He was around 6ft with brown messy hair; he had a tanned body, and wore tight grey boxer shorts. It was clear he had a larger than average penis. Sophie reached down and grasped his hard penis firmly in her right hand. All the men in the room let out gasps.

Sophie looked up deep into the man’s eyes and said, “Well, well, well… that is a nice cock you’ve got there. It feels nice and hard, and so warm! Now take your boxers down, I want to see it.” The man looked nervous and didn’t move. “I want to see your cock!!” The man slowly removed his boxers, revealing a long, thick penis. The head was shiny with pre-cum, the shaft thick and veiny. Sophie stared at it for a minute, transfixed. As she watched, the dick twitched with excitement, and pre-cum ran along the head, down the shaft and dripped slowly to the floor.

Without breaking her gaze from his penis, Sophie requested, “Wank it for me, I want to see you play with it.” in a soft expressionless voice, as though hypnotised. He reached down with his right hand and began wanking slowly.

“That’s it…. Oooo lovely,” said Sophie watching mesmerized, “mmm… that’s good.” She reached under her skirt and began playing with herself, but stopped as though trying to resist the temptation.

“OK, stop now. There are more dicks for me to inspect first.” said Sophie as she moved along to the next man. She felt like a child on Christmas Day, with so many presents to unwrap! The second man was shorter than the first, at around five foot eight. He had short light brown hair and wore white boxer shorts. “Ooo.. We are excited aren’t we.” said Sophie, who had clearly regained her composure. She noticed a wet patch on the front of his boxers and reached down, wet the tip of her little finger and slowly licked it clean with her tongue. “Mmmm… you taste good. Now I want you to take off those boxers and let me see your dick.” The man removed his boxers exposing his seven inch dick. “Wow… two hungry cocks for one girl, I’m so lucky.” She said as she held both desperate dicks, one in each hand. She turned her head to Jack and looked at him seductively as she raised both hands to her mouth and licked precum from each of her delicate palms.

“Mmmm… OK, that leaves you two boys” She ran her hand across each of the two remain men’s hard dicks. “Would you mind if I took your pants off? I need to see all my boys’ dicks!” Both men nodded frantically. Sophie dropped to her knees and slowly removed each of the men’s pants. The first man, who was around 22 with black hair, had a slightly shorter, but thicker penis and finally the last man, the 19 year old blond, revealed a long and very wet dick. “Oh boys, they look lovely. Now play with them for me will you?” Each of the men began jerking their hungry dicks. Sophie walked up and down the row as she admired the erect penises in front of her. She let her fingers wander as she walked, touching and squeezing each of the dicks as she admired them. Jack was frantically wanking himself, just staring in amazement at the show that was being directed by his girlfriend!

“You enjoying this Jack?” said Sophie staring at Jack, “It’s gonna get better.” Sophie couldn’t believe her fortune as she looked at the four strangers in the room. Each of them desperate for her, each prepared to drop their pants and toss off for her!

Sophie walked slowly to the first man and lowered to her knees. She took his penis delicately in her left hand – it felt hard and hot. The man let out a desperate gasp. She slowly and sensuously licked his thick shaft up and down. With her right hand she reached between her legs and began to rub at her now soaking panties. She let out a soft groan. The man she was pleasuring looked in pure ecstasy. The other three men were staring, eagerly tossing their own dicks off. Sophie tasted the fresh, warm pre-cum as she enjoyed the full length of his erect penis.

After a few minutes Sophie moved along to the next man, who looked as though he would almost explode as her lips approached his manhood. She stared straight into his eyes as she inserted as much as she could into her small mouth. She bobbed her head, making her ponytail swish wildly. She reached up and clasped a cock in each hand. She jerked each of them off as she devoured the other dick in her mouth. She was loving it… she couldn’t get enough! She continued for a few minutes, occasionally letting the dick in her mouth slip out and slap her in the face as she jerked off the cocks in her hands. Finally she moved off the dick and sat in between the last two men. She grabbed one shaft in each hand and used them to guide the men towards her so that they were closer so her face. She held the two cocks together in a circle formed with both hands, and ran her tongue across the tips of them, tasting the pre-cum.

“Mmm… you guys taste nice. What a lucky girl I am!” She licked each head individually then inserted the left penis into her mouth. She sucked and then alternated and sucked the right cock. Repeatedly she swapped from cock to cock, saliva, and pre-cum running off the shiny heads, and across her cheeks. She tried to fit both cocks in her mouth at once, forcing her cheeks apart. She reached up with her left hand and tossed off the dick on her left and gestured with her right hand… the last man moved into position and was wanked off by Sophie’s right hand. She felt like she was in heaven, pleasuring all these dicks!

The men rearranged themselves so that Sophie was enclosed in a wall of cocks: one in front, one behind, one to the left, and one to the right. She sucked and wanked them as she rotated around them – moving from dick to dick to dick. The cocks were getting harder and harder as she worked her tongue and hands on them. Her face was soaked by pre-cum as the cocks slapped her cute face. She loved having cocks everywhere she turned and not caring which one she sucked. Her panties were dripping wet with excitement. She was in ecstasy!

After about fifteen minutes of four-cock action Sophie stood up and with a cock in each hand guided the men to the side so she could escape the walls of dick.

“To say thank you for letting me pleasure your cocks it is time for you to see some more of me.” She seductively removed her top revealing her pert, young breasts. The men gasped with excitement and wanked more vigorously. Sophie seemed very pleased by this result: she gave out a little laugh. She moved to the wall and leaned with her hands against it, her back to the men opposite her. She lifted up her skirt, revealing her white cotton panties tight against her perfect ass, which she stuck out as much as possible. She slowly pulled the panties down across her ass cheeks. The men gulped and all stopped wanking, as though they needed to stop themselves cumming. She lowered her panties further so the men could see her smooth, wet pussy coming into view. Sophie turned to look at the men. “You like what you see?” she said. Earnest gasps of ‘Yes’ answered her as the men resumed their wanking.

Sophie felt so sexy – here she was the centre of attention: five men were wanking their cocks and staring at her exposed pussy! She had so much power! She turned around to face the men, her panties just below her neatly shaven pussy.

“Hi guys. This is naughty of me isn’t it? I’m nearly completely naked now.” Sophie wiggled her cute little ass and her panties fell to the ground. “Ooops!” said Sophie, “Now we’re all naked!”

All the men looked Sophie up and down as they admired her perfect young body. Sophie walked up to the line of cocks, so that the men could more closely admire her slender figure. The men stared at her, wanking furiously,

“Ooo boys your cocks are desperate aren’t they?” She ran her right hand across the tips as she walked back along the line, soaking her fingertips in pre-cum. “Mmm… my hand is all wet now.” She licked her fingers gently, tasting the cock-juice on them.

“Mmmmm… lovely… you all taste good. You boys are gonna let me play with myself, aren’t you? Your hard dicks are turning me on so much!” All the men nodded their heads – desperate to see this hot girl show them more. They studied her ass cheeks as she turned and walked seductively toward the bench. She sat neatly down on the bench, with her legs together.

With her left hand Sophie gently caressed her breasts, she let out small moans as she felt her hard nipples. “Ooo yes, play with those hard dicks for Sophie… Oooo yes.” she murmured.

Sophie reached down with her right hand over her flat stomach and let her legs open revealing her dripping pussy. She teased herself by circling around it, feeling the moisture around her thighs. Finally, to the appreciation of the five men watching she reached with her forefinger and felt the warmth of her pussy. She rubbed at her clitoris, sending spasms of pleasure across her body. She inserted her middle finger fully inside herself as she stared ahead at the show of dicks in front of her.

“Wank your dicks harder boys, harder!” she said as she furiously fingered herself. She kept staring at each of the cocks in turn, and imagined holding them, licking them. She turned to Jack last.

“Ooo Jack I need your dick. I need it now. Bring me it!” Sophie said desperately, as she moved from the bench onto all fours facing her audience. Jack stood up, completely naked and moved across towards Sophie. “Fuck me Jack, fuck me now!” Jack dropped to his knees and slowly inserted his large penis into Sophie’s young pussy causing her to gasp loudly. Jack began to slowly fuck Sophie feeling her juices drip around the shaft of his penis. Sophie was moaning, she was and mesmerized by the excited cocks in front of her. “Ooo Jack that’s good, ooo, yes, yes… I need a cock to suck… You!” Sophie looked at the blond man. “Bring your sexy dick here.” The man did not hesitate and moved quickly in front of Sophie.

“Just wank it.” said Sophie between her grunts. The man began wanking his cock against Sophie’s face as she licked the head. She opened her mouth and begun sucking his penis as best she could.

Jack continued fucking his girlfriend as she sucked a stranger’s cock, he was so turned on he had to keep slowing down to prevent himself cumming.

“More… I want more dick!” exclaimed Sophie, “Bring me more cock!” Each of the men came forward and surrounded Sophie’s face, their dicks eagerly awaiting her touch.

“Ooo, yes that’s sooo big, fuck me you naughty boy! Fuck my little pussy! And you wank those cocks in my face. I want to taste you!” Sophie messily licked and sucked the cocks in front of her, “Ooo… I’m gonna cum.” said Sophie loudly. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” she screamed as wave after wave of orgasm pulsed through her body.

She moved off Jack’s cock, exhausted, and sat back on the bench. She regained her composure and looked at the men cheekily.

“OK, here are the rules: I want each and every one of you to cum on me. You will all line up here,” she pointed with her left hand “and I will call you forward. Whilst you are in the line I expect you to be wanking at all times, I will be keeping my eyes on you!” The men eagerly moved into position, each their dick in their hand. Sophie sat with her legs apart and composed herself, watching the show in front of her. She reached down and fingered her pussy.

“Mmm… OK, what dick shall I choose?” She said, like a child choosing their favourite sweet at a sweetshop. “OK… you!” She pointed at the man on the far right, with the messy brown hair. “Bring yours here please.” The man walked slowly towards Sophie. She grabbed his pulsating cock with her right hand and guided him to stand in front of her face. She tilted back her head and stared into the man’s face with her big brown eyes.

“OK, please could you jerk off into my face?”

The man seemed a little uncertain.

“Wank your cock into my face!!” The man gripped his penis with his right hand and began wanking. Sophie alternated staring from his eyes, to his cock. She was desperate for this man to cum on her! After a minute or so, she saw the man’s legs tense and she knew he was near. His breathing sped up and he lowered his cock, aiming it straight for Sophie’s face.

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On the last night of our trip to Jackson Hole, we’d headed out for dinner and some shopping in town. I ended up buying a new bikini, but little else. Tori, my girlfriend, bought a pair of hot leather pants from Hide Out. When we were done, we returned to our hotel room, took all of our stuff out of our suitcases and repacked everything for my trip home on Saturday. We had plans for the night, so we got dolled up and headed off to Teton Village.

Having been raised in the area, I’d been back home in February for some skiing with a client, and had stopped in at the Mangy Moose, one of the more popular watering holes in town, to get a drink and a bite to eat. During that trip I’d been served by a waitress named Jessica, whom I’d found quite attractive. I went so far as to let her know I hoped she’d be around when I got back in November.

Being back in town, I was in the mood to play with her. I’d called the Moose earlier that evening and they told me Jessica would be working until midnight, so I was quite excited about the possibilities. I was a bit nervous as well. Who knew if she’d remember me or if we’d be successful at getting her to come back to the hotel with us for the night?

Tori and I were former lovers. We were each other’s first real girlfriends during our junior year of high school, and came out to our parents together. Our age and the physical distance between us led us to split up at the end of that school year, but we’ve remained good friends and occasional sexual playmates ever since. After graduation I left for the big city, but she remained near home. She’d been looking forward to my return this Thanksgiving for a little play time, and had agreed that adding a third person to the mix held the potential for some serious excitement. I’d suggested we give Jessica a shot.

We got to the Mangy Moose at 10:30 and asked to be seated in Jessica’s area. When she got to our table she looked at me funny. “You look familiar.”

“I should. I was here about six months ago, with a gentleman. You waited on us and I spent some time flirting with you.”

“Ahh, yes, you did. I remember now. You told me you were coming back. I see you kept your word.”

“Always.”

“What brings you back to town this time? The ski areas haven’t even opened yet.”

“I’m actually here visiting family and some friends for the Thanksgiving holiday.” We spent a few more minutes in idle chit chat. She seemed to be genuinely flirting with the two of us, and that convinced me to be bold. “What are you doing when you get off tonight?”

“I guess I’m planning on going home. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I…we’d like for you to go back to the hotel with us for a bit of fun.”

“Wow, you just don’t beat around the bush, do you? You didn’t even bother to offer to buy me a drink first like most everyone else does.”

Gosh, I was embarrassed. “I’ve always pretty much gone right after what I wanted. Or who I wanted. I guess.” My reply was about as sheepish as anything I’d ever said.

Now she was blushing. “Who’s your friend?”

I reintroduced myself to her, introduced Tori, and tried to explain our relationship arrangement. Open, long-distance, itinerant relationships between bisexual women apparently aren’t that common.

“Wow. That’s unique.”

“So, what do you think? Are you up for a little fun tonight? I’m leaving tomorrow morning, and we’d really love to spend some time with you.”

“What makes you think I’m even interested in girls? Do I have a sign or something…?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I get this vibe from you; I got in when I was here in February, actually. Something about you just tells me you’re into women. At least…well, partially, anyway.” How do you even answer that kind of question, I thought to myself.

She stood in silence for a few seconds, apparently unsure of how to process what I’d just said to her. “What would you two like to drink?”

I ordered a diet Coke and Tori ordered a strawberry daiquiri. Jessica left to get the drinks, and Tori and I discussed the possibility I may have come on too strong. I agreed with her I might have gone overboard, and hoped I hadn’t fucked things up this early. I’d rarely failed, though, and I honestly felt like there was a possibility with Jessica. She was a lithe, stunning brunette with a tomboyish nature, and she’d triggered my gaydar the moment I met her in February. I was still getting that strong vibe from her, and that had pretty much led me to come onto her as strongly as I did. Tori agreed with me that she was definitely worth pursing.

Our server returned a few minutes later and sat our drinks on the table. “Where are you guys staying?”

“At the Homewood in town.” Tori and Jessica kept eye contact with one another, which was incredibly arousing to watch.

“I get off around midnight. Are you guys going to stick around until then?”

“We can if you’re interested.” She just looked at me for a couple of seconds and then walked off. The look told me she was indeed interested. So we hung out, knocking back a few drinks and some elk sliders until shortly after midnight. Jessica came and sat down at our table, having Escort Bayan Gaziantep gotten out of her waitress attire. We chatted for a few minutes and it became very clear to me that Jessica was really into Tori.

“I’ve never done anything like this before. Go home with someone random. That is.” Jessica’s tentativeness was palpable.

“Well, we don’t bite. And we won’t do anything you don’t want to do. I just happen to find you incredibly attractive, and I picked up a vibe from you that made me interested. I didn’t pick up on anything that screamed to me that you were afraid of us, so…I thought maybe you’d like to play around a bit with someone who’s really into you.”

“Actually, I do bite.” Tori’s unexpected boldness caught me off guard. “And Dani does, too.” She’d been sitting there allowing me to do all of the talking, which is her general nature to begin with. So for her to jump right in with such a bold announcement told me even she was feeling as frisky about our potential play toy as I was.

Jessica raised her right eyebrow slightly, but her gaze remained transfixed on Tori. “Do you guys do this often? Pick up strange women in bars?”

“She doesn’t,” I said, motioning to Tori, “but I’ve been known to a time or two.”

Jessica managed to break off her eye lock with my girlfriend and shifted her focus to me. “So, I’d just be another notch on your bedpost, then?”

“I don’t count. I’m in this for the pure enjoyment of my own sexuality and that of whomever I pick up. I just happen to really enjoy playing with girls.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever encountered anyone, man or woman, who’s as aggressive as you are. What if I told you that scared me?”

I sat my chin in the palm of my hand with my elbow resting on the table, and looked directly into her eyes. “You don’t look scared at all. Quite the opposite, in fact.” Jessica finished off her drink and sat the glass down. Her eyes and body movements gave away the fact she was turned on, and if we’d be in any place other than where she worked, things might have gotten started right at that moment.

She sat silently for about thirty seconds, contemplating whether to accept the offer or not; I could see the wheels turning in her head. The wait was excruciating for me, though. I had no idea what was going through her mind, but I was silently begging whatever life force controlled this gorgeous creature to compel her to accept our proposal.

“Do you want me to drive over or you want to take me in your car?”

“We’ll take you and bring you back.” Shortly before 1AM we took off toward the hotel to see what kind of trouble we could get into.

As we drove down Highway 22 toward Jackson, Jessica pulled out a little baggie from her purse and took out a joint. “You guys want some?”

“I don’t. I’ve never smoked any.” I’d just never been inclined to try any weed up to that point, and I sure wasn’t going to have my first hit driving down the road in the town in which I was raised. Half the police officers in town knew me, and I didn’t want to have to deal with that kind of embarrassment if we got stopped.

“Really? What about you?” she asked, turning toward Tori, who was comfortably seated in the back seat of my rental car.

“I’ll help you smoke that one, if you’re offering.” Tori had smoked a joint or two in her life and, in fact, used to have her own stash in her house with the full knowledge of her parents. Jess lit up and they shared the weed until we got to the hotel. Fortunately, we didn’t pass any cops on the way.

We arrived at the hotel and parked under the canopy out back. We walked through the little lobby of the hotel; the gentleman behind the counter just watched us go by. “Have a good night,” he intoned as we passed by the desk and headed for the elevator.

“Oh, we’re going to,” Tori said, snorting a bit.

When we got into our room I had to go to the bathroom, so I left the two of them alone. While I was in there taking care of business, I could tell they were already getting acquainted; the smacking of their kisses penetrated the thin sliding door. I already knew that I wanted to sit back and watch Tori and Jessica fuck each other for a few minutes before I joined in. I found it incredibly arousing to watch two women fucking one another, their bodies intertwined, and the possibility of getting to see someone I’d been intimate with fuck someone else was too much to resist.

When I came out of the bathroom, they broke off their kiss. “Don’t let me interrupt. I want to watch you guys for a few minutes anyway.”

“I figured you would, you little voyeur.” Tori wrapped her arms around Jessica’s neck, replanting her tongue in Jessica’s mouth as they began kissing again.

Jessica was fairly tall, maybe five feet eight or so, with a body that suggested to me that she was an avid bicyclist. Her legs and ass were to die for – very toned and well-defined. I wondered to myself if she’d kill someone who had the great fortune of finding their head buried in her cunt when she was cumming.

She was also gay. “I’ve never had sex with a guy. Never had any interest in it whatsoever. I have guys hitting on me all the time at work, and it gets annoying quite honestly. You’re actually the first woman to seriously try to pick me up, though.”

“Well, I’m glad you’ll have that memory to cherish,” I said, laughing. “And I guess that means my picking up the vibe from you was right on!”

“I suppose so. I guess I need to work on that a bit.”

“No you don’t. I like it.” I walked over to her and began untying and unbuttoning her shirt. Tori backed up for a second as Jessica and I started kissing. I can’t begin to tell you how intoxicating it was. The thought occurred to me that every girl I’ve ever kissed has been a terrific kisser, almost without exception. Some have been better than others, of course, but lately, the women I’ve kissed are just so into it and really know how to use their lips, their tongues, even their teeth. Jessica loved biting lips and the tongue.

I got her shirt off, and began unbuttoning her painted-on pants. Tori saddled up behind her, undid her bra, and moved her hands around to cup Jessica’s boobs, kissing and biting her on the neck. Jessica responded with a heavy sigh and reached around to grab a handful of Tori’s hair. As I worked her pants down around her hips, taking her thong panties with them, I planted light kisses and licks down her tummy. The scent of her cunt, after having been in pants all day while she was working, was quite aromatic. I lifted her leg and put her foot on the chair by the table, then slid my tongue right up the middle of her already wet slit. When it hit her special button, she moaned softly. Tori was massaging her boobs and still chewing on her neck and ears. Jessi grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my face tighter into her cunt.

“You guys seem as though you’ve done this before.”

“We’ve been known to share a woman or two,” Tori whispered between placing little bites along Jessica’s collarbone.

Tori began kissing her way down Jessica’s back, making her way south to the woman’s ass. While I continued to tease her cunt, Tori pulled her butt cheeks apart and began teasing her asshole. Tori’s as big a fan of rimming as I am and isn’t the least bit shy about burying her tongue in someone’s butthole, even if it hadn’t been washed, the dirty little bitch.

Jessica had to grab the top of the chair to balance herself while the two of us were devouring the lower half of her body. I took two of my fingers and slowly slid them as deep into her cunt as I could get them, then began finger fucking her in concert with the tongue bath I was lavishing upon her clit. It didn’t take long before Jessica was having her first orgasm. She was like me in that her orgasms last longer than a few short seconds, and she had trouble keeping her balance.

“Fuck. You two really know what you’re doing.”

I got up and kissed her again, and suggested we move to the bedroom.

I rolled one of the chairs from the kitchen area into the bedroom with me as Tori and Jessica climbed onto the bed. “You two enjoy each other. I want to watch.” I could sense Jessica was a bit hesitant, so I walked over to her and cupped her face in my hands. “Have you not had someone watch you fuck before?”

“No.”

I kissed her gently. “Well, just pretend like I’m not here. Actually, Tori’s going to make it so you forget I’m here. I won’t be watching long anyway.” That seemed to satiate her.

Tori had gotten undressed and was playing with her own nipples. She laid down on the comforter and pulled Jessica on top of her, their bodies meshing together into one tanned blob. They kissed for a few minutes, and Jessica started working her way down Tori’s body. When she got to Tori’s tits, she stopped to suck on them. Tori encouraged her, “Bite them, baby.” She did as she was instructed without hesitation. Tori moaned in ecstasy as Jessica dug her teeth deep into her nipples and bit down, hard. Tori began grinding her cunt into Jessica’s leg. Jessica took the hint and moved her hand down to Tori’s cunt and began massaging her clit. Obviously, Jessica wasn’t exactly inexperienced, either.

Tori came, quite loudly. I didn’t think we had neighbors in the rooms next to ours, but I honestly didn’t know. It was almost 2AM, and I was already hoping we wouldn’t have the manager called on us for making too much noise. Regardless, I was sitting on the chair, with my legs hanging over each of the arm rests, masturbating myself as I watched the two of them go at it. I made myself cum, but intentionally dragged it out by edging myself several times.

When Tori came down, she reached up and grabbed her nipples and started massaging them to work out the pain inflicted upon them by her lover’s teeth. I got up and walked over to the bed, sat against the backboard, and spread my legs. “Taste me.” Jessica didn’t need any further encouragement and immediately put her face in my crotch, kissing her way down my inner thighs, eventually burying her tongue in my cunt. I was already on the edge, even after having had an orgasm less than two minutes prior. I grabbed her hair and started grinding my cunt against her face, bringing on my second orgasm in less than five minutes. I am incredibly grateful for being able to orgasm so easily.

When I let go of her head, she slid up the length of my body and kissed me, the taste of my wetness still fresh on her lips. I wrapped my arms around her and moved my hands down to grab her ass, spreading her cheeks. Tori crawled up behind her and started eating her ass again, then pushed a couple of fingers into her cunt, fucking her with them. I knew from personal experience that she was also working Jessica’s clit with her thumb on that same hand, having been forced by her to orgasm this way on many, many occasions. She’ll fuck your asshole with her tongue in opposition to the penetrations with her fingers in your cunt. It isn’t quite a double penetration, but the feeling is so incredibly unique, almost what you’d call a “soft DP.”

“Masturbate yourself,” I whispered into Jessica’s ear as I held her close to me. She reached down and began playing with herself, her right hand on top of my girlfriend’s thumb. Her arm went between my legs, and I could feel the rhythmic muscular contractions of her forearm on my clit as she moved her hand and fingers in time with Tori’s thrusts.

I wrapped my arms completely around her and held her to me tightly to provide some leverage as Tori continued her work. As I played with her hair, Jessica’s breathing began to intensify. “That’s it, I want you to cum for me. Make yourself cum,” I whispered to her. She swallowed, interrupting her breathing rhythm. “Just take your time, baby. Don’t rush it. Just enjoy what she’s doing to you; let it slooowly build up as long as you can stand it.”

With Jessica’s chest pressed against mine, I could feel her heartbeat. It’s amazing the sensations you pick up from someone else when you’re paying attention, and since Tori was the one doing the fucking, I could concentrate on feeling another soul build up to an orgasm and then exploding. Her breathing intensified, her heart rate increased, her skin got warmer, and her muscles began to tense up. She continued to ride it as long as she could until…it just let go. She came, gasping, moaning, and grunting in my ear, bucking against my grip on her for what must’ve been a good thirty seconds while she was grinding on her own hand. This was the first time I’d held someone like this while they came, and it was unbelievably intense.

I ran my fingernails lightly down her back as she wound down, giving her chill bumps. She just laid on me, limp from the physical exertion of her orgasm. Tori began slapping and biting her butt cheeks, eliciting a giggle from Jessica. She finally slid off of me and rolled over onto her back. She moved her hand back down to her cunt and began playing with herself again. Tori crawled up on me and we shared a kiss.

“She tastes good, doesn’t she?”

“Um hmm. Let’s see how you taste.” I pushed Tori off me and onto her back, with her head hanging over the end of the king-sized bed. She grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs back to allow me full access to her naughty bits. I stuck two fingers in my mouth and got them all wet with spit, circled them around her asshole and pushed in slowly. She let out a light moan as my tongue went to work on her clit. She was absolutely drenched, so much so, in fact, that the comforter was already stained with a pool of cunt juice where she’d rotated back.

I spent a few minutes finger fucking her asshole and tongue fucking her cunt. My fingers began to get dry, so I pulled them out and stuck them back in my mouth and re-wet them. I swirled them around in my mouth to get them sloppy wet again, then mixed it with the cunt juice dripping down between her legs, then slowly eased them back into Tori’s tight little butthole. Jessica sat back and watched us. After a couple of minutes, Tori had her second orgasm.

When she’d come down, we all laid across the bed for a few minutes, arms and legs intertwined, not saying a word. I wanted to get up to go turn the heater off so I could hear everyone breathing (because I’m weird like that), but decided I was too comfortable and too lazy to get up and actually do it.

“I’ve never seen two women have sex, not right in front of me like that.” Clearly, this night was holding several firsts for Jessica.

Tori asked no one in particular if we’d like to do a triangle. Absolutely.

I rolled over on my back and stretched out and Tori crawled in between my legs. She got into a position where she could trib me and asked Jessica to come over and join us.

“Where do you want me?”

“Sit on my face, facing her,” I said, wanting her to sit on me where she could kiss and play with Tori while I was tongue fucking her. She crawled over me and lowered her cunt right onto my waiting mouth. I pushed my tongue as deeply into her cunt as I could get it, mashing my nose into her asshole. She leaned forward a bit, I’m assuming to begin kissing Tori. I could feel her body moving in response to whatever Tori was doing to her. As she was doing that, she subconsciously began moving her pelvis back and forth across the lower half of my face. She was grinding into my face, trying to use the hardness of my jaw and the soft, slipperiness of my tongue to masturbate herself to another orgasm. I don’t even recall feeling anything going on in my crotch while this was happening.

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I had been at college for a couple of years now. The money I had saved up was starting to run out so I needed to find myself a job. I had grabbed the local paper on the way home from college to look for a job. I sat down at the kitchen table and started making my way through the adverts. One of the adverts jumped out at me.

“Too old to do my own housework, looking for a younger person to help, will pay a very good salary for a few hours work a day, must be open minded and willing to have lots of fun, prefer a male to reply to this advert.”

I picked up the phone and called the person placing the advert, Harry answered the phone and started to give me the information about the job. We chatted on the phone for about ten minutes, Harry sounded like a lovely man and we had a laugh as we chatted. The job sounded ideal for my needs and I told Harry that I would like to give the job a go. Harry gave me details of his address and a time to be there.

It was 6pm on Sunday night when I knocked on the door and waited. The door eventually opened and an old man stood there. He invited me in and told me to follow him into his study. He went behind his desk and sat down, telling me to take a seat.

“Hello Mike, I’m Harry, I live in this big old house on my own. I’m looking for a young man to keep me company, clean my house everyday, with a few extra things when I want them.”

“I am more than happy to clean your house and keep you company, but what are the extra things?” I replied.

“I want you to do the housework with nothing on, I want to see you naked all the time, are you willing to do this and anything else I want you to do?” Harry said looking directly into my eyes.

I blushed, I could feel my cheeks going red. I sat and thought for a while, I could handle doing the housework naked whilst this older man watched me, I agreed and said I would do it. The money was to good to refuse and I needed it. As I told Harry my answer, he smiled at me, telling me to stand up and take my clothes off.

I stood up and tentatively took my clothes off until I was standing there in front of him naked. I put my hands in front of me, hiding my cock behind my hands. I felt embarrassed and a huge shyness came over me, I found myself looking at the floor, unable to look at Harry. He slowly looked me up and down whilst standing up, walking around his desk he came over and stood in front of me. My nerves had really kicked in, this was going to be harder than I thought.

“Turn around and shut your eyes,” Harry instructed me.

I slowly turned around, closing my eyes, still hiding my cock behind my hands. I felt something cold being put around my neck and before I knew what was going on, I heard the distinctive sound of a padlock being closed. I quickly opened my eyes and looked in the mirror opposite. Harry had put a leather collar around my neck with the words ‘House Boi’ written on it.

Harry grabbed hold of my wrist and led me to a huge shower room. He handed me a tube of cream and told me to get into the shower. Instructing me to put the cream all over my body from my neck down. I started to cover my naked body in the cream, and as soon as I finished I stood and waited. A short while passed and Harry turned the shower on. I watched as my body hair came away from my skin.

Stepping out of the shower I stood there, my hands covering my cock again, my body silky smooth and soft. Harry towelled me dry and then took hold of a bottle of oil. He started to rub the oil into my naked body, taking his time and making sure I was covered, head to toe. Harry made me feel relaxed, I’d never had another man touch me before. Harry’s hands reached my bum and started to rub slowly, his fingers sliding into my crack and over my tight little virgin hole. His hands reaching around the front of me, moving my own hands away from hiding my cock. No sooner had he moved my hands he started to slowly Antep Escort Bayan wank me, pulling my foreskin back slowly and with purpose. I froze but I could feel my cock getting harder in his hand as he continued to wank me, the oil making his hand glide over my now rock hard cock. It felt so good, it felt really good and wasn’t long before his expert hand had me cumming all over the floor tiles.

“Look at the mess you’ve made, lick up your cum boi, clean it all up with your tongue.” Harry ordered.

Shocked by Harry’s strictness, I looked at my cum on the floor, I had never cum that much before. Getting onto my hands and knees and using my tongue, I licked it all up and swallowed it, the taste was salty, but to my surprise I liked it. Standing up I followed Harry out of the shower room and into another room, which only had a cupboard and some drawers in it at the far end. Harry was looking into the drawers and pulled out what looked like a small black rubber ring.

Harry came over to me and grabbed hold of my cock and put the ring around the bass of it. He started to wank me until I was hard, soon the ring was so tight around the bass of my cock, which stood up against my smooth tummy. Harry went back over to the drawers and returned with another wider looking contraption. Grabbing hold of my balls he pulled them downwards, he unclasped what he was holding and it opened up on its hinges. Harry placed the stretched skin into half of this contraption and clasped it shut, keeping my ball sack stretched. My cock and balls were now throbbing in pain and excitement.

Harry smiled at me telling me to follow him. I followed him out of the room and down the hallway. At the end of the hallway he opened a cupboard and inside was lots of cleaning materials. He told me what he wanted doing and walked off. I got to work, cleaning all the bedrooms, changing the bed linen and cleaned the bathrooms. After several hours I had finished all the cleaning and went to inform Harry. As I was just about to walk down the stairs Harry was coming up them. Taking hold of my wrist he took me back into ‘that’ room.

“How do you feel? How are your balls and cock, they hurting yet?” Harry asked

“They feel painful, but it feels nice in a strange way. Did I do ok for my first day?”

“Yes, and I want to ask you something else, would you like to stay tonight, and we could have some fun and games.” Asked Harry

Why not I thought to myself, I’m having fun doing this and I am feeling a bit turned on by this older man. I nodded my head and Harry smiled with a gleam in his eye. Walking over to me he took hold of my balls and gave them a squeeze, I let out a huge whimper of pain as he started to twist them slightly. Leaning forward he planted a kiss on my lips, I found myself kissing him back. Our tongues exploring each other’s mouths, just as I was getting into kissing Harry he squeezed my balls so hard. I screamed out in pain as Harry continued to squeeze. After what felt like ages he released his grip and pulled me over to the drawers by my cock. He turned me around and told me to shut my eyes, which were watering with tears due to the pain I was in. I felt a blindfold being put over my face, covering my eyes and being pulled tight. Harry told me to bend over and not to move. Doing as I was told I bent forward at my waist, keeping my legs straight and waited.

I heard a sound in the air, then pain like I’d never felt before, I screamed out loud as another strike hit me, across my little peach of a bum. I kept my eyes closed tight behind the blindfold, as another strike landed on my soft ass cheeks. Ten strokes had landed and tears flowed from my eyes. I had never felt pain like it. Harry pulled me upright, my ass was burning intensly. I heard him walk around to the front of me then there was silence. All of a sudden I felt something cold against my nipples. My nipples hardened and then the pain hit me as the clover clamps were attached.

Harry took me by the hand and led me downstairs, I stumbled unable to see due to the blindfold. Entering another room Harry bent me over some sort of padded bench. Tying my wrists to the legs of the bench on the opposite side, Harry then spread my legs wide, tying them also to the bench legs. Unable to move, my tight peachy little ass was high in the air. I felt so exposed being tied to this bench naked unable to see or knowing what was going on. Harry spanked my ass, causing it to sting, as he left room.

It felt like hours had gone by when I heard the doorbell ring, again and again. I could hear male voices from down the hallway, Harry was talking to them and I could hear excitment in their voices. I started to panic, I was kinda happy being naked for Harry in the house but not for all these men. There was silence again I couldn’t hear anyone or anything. Then all of a sudden I felt several hands all over my naked body. I froze not knowing what was going to happen, but it soon became apparent to me.

“Use him how you please, but I’m going to have him first.” Harry said.

I felt a finger push against my little virgin hole. Then it entered me sliding in as far as it would go. It was painful, but in the same breath enjoyable. I felt some sort of oil being poured down my crack making my hole very slippery. Another finger entered me then another, stretching my virgin ass hole. The fingers were soon pulled out leaving my hole gapping. I felt the tip of a hard cock against my cheeks. My little cute butt cheeks were pulled apart and I felt the cock head against my hole. There was a slight pain as the cock head started to push against my hole. I felt him starting to enter me, going in deeper and deeper. After the short period of pain I felt pleasure like I have never felt before. A little whimper left my lips, which brought cheers from the men. It felt so good, my virginity was taken, I had Harry’s hard cock deep inside me, I was his boi.

Harry was fucking me slowing when I felt another hard cock against my mouth, I opened wide and took his cock in. It was so big and hard, I felt hands on the back of my head and he started to push his cock down my throat. I gagged hard but this didn’t stop him sliding his cock deeper down my throat. He held his cock there, in my throat as I gagged, tears streaming into the blindfold and spittle pouring out from my mouth. I felt my cock and balls swell against their restraints, pain shot through me as both Harry and the other male started to fuck my holes harder.

It wasn’t long until the cock in my mouth erupted and shot it’s hot cum down my throat, pulling out the last squirts of cum hitting my face. It was at that moment I felt hot cum shooting into my tight hot ass as Harry erupted filling my once virgin ass. Harry slowly pulled out, his cum leaking out of my hole and down my thighs, as another hard cock replaced him. He was bigger than Harry and fucked me so much harder, holding onto my hips and thrusting hard into me. I screamed out as he pushed in deeper, as my mouth was wide open, another cock entered and started to fuck my throat, stopping me from screaming further. Both my boi holes being used for their pleasure alone, as they fucked me however they wanted.

Over and over again, one cock would pull out of my ass and another would enter. They let my mouth and throat rest for a while as they just concentrated on my ass. My once tight butt hole was now slippery and easy to enter due to the amount of cum that had been pumped into me. I had lost count the amount of times that my ass had been fucked by these men that I had never seen.

I could feel the strangers cum leaking out of my ass and down my legs. When I heard Harry’s voice and my blindfold was taken off. There in the room were six older men all smiling at me and wanking their cocks hard again.

“Ready for another go?” Harry said to the men.

There was a cheer and one of the men came around to my ass and slid his big hard cock into me. He fucked me hard and fast making me moan out loud. He was soon cumming and filling my ass with his hot cum. Then another man took his place and the first man walked around to my face. Putting his cock into my mouth I sucked and licked him clean, tasting him and the other men’s cum on him. I was doing this until the last man was finished using my body. My once tight little virgin ass was gapping wide open with lots of cum leaking out of me. I felt so dirty and so turned on and such a fuck toy.

I was blindfolded again and there was once again silence. I then heard the men talking again in the distance then nothing. Time went by when I heard Harry behind me again, then pressure against my ass as Harry pushed a large butt plug into my used hole. Taking my blindfold off he stood in front of me and put his cock up to my mouth.

I opened up and my tongue came out and started to lick around his cock head and up and down his shaft. Harry’s cock got harder and harder as I teased him with my tongue. I took his cock head into my mouth and gently sucked. He pushed his huge, hard cock down my throat and started fucking my face, until he shot his cum down my throat and into my cum filled belly.

Pulling out of my mouth he started to untie me from the bench helping me to my feet. Standing up I looked into a mirror that was in the room, I was covered in cum from head to toe. Harry pointed to a video camera that was in the room, telling me that everything that had happened over the past two hours had been filmed and that every man that was in the room, would be getting a copy.

“You boi, are now mine. You are my fuck toy, you belong to me, you will do everything I ask of you!” Harry told me sternly.

“Yes Harry,” was all I could reply.

“You don’t have the right to call me Harry, from now on you will call me Master.” Harry informed me.

“Yes Master,” I replied nervously.

Harry removed the clover clamps which shot bolts of lightening through my nipples. He then removed the ball stretcher and cock ring. Pushing me back onto a chair, quickly taking hold of my cock and started to wank me, I was close to cumming when Harry picked up a glass and continued to wank me. I cum so hard and Harry directed my cum into the glass. Harry didn’t stop, he got my cock hard again and wanked me, making me cum into the glass again. Over and over he repeated this, wanking me and making me cum into the glass. My cock was now so sore and my balls ached, but still Harry continued to wank me. I was cumming again, but my balls were empty, I was dry cumming. It ached so much, I screamed which made Harry laugh. Letting go off my cock he slapped my empty balls hard, bringing tears to my eyes.

Harry handed me the glass, “Drink up boi, drink all of your boi cum”.

I put the glass to my lips and drank all of my cum, swallowing every last drop.

“Good boi, now go and get showered and meet me in my study, do not take the butt plug out” Harry instructed me.

I entered Harry’s study and stood there naked as he looked at me. He walked over and I noticed something in his hand. It was a metal cock cage, I knew what was coming, I knew I had to accept it, my cock was no longer mine, it was now property of my Master.

Harry started to attach the cock cage, as he was fixing it into place, he told me “You’ve just cum for the last time, you don’t get to cum anymore unless I decide you can.” “Who do you belong to?” Harry asked

Looking Harry directly into his eyes “I belong to you Master. I’m your property, I’m your boi my Master.” Harry smiled, clicking the padlock shut, my cock now caged and locked away.

Harry made me get dressed, it was time for me to go back home. Standing on his porch my cock caged, my ass plugged and full of cum, I knew I was a cock craving fuck toy. I was my Master’s fuck toy and I couldn’t wait to get back to serve my Master again.

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Mari sat on the couch staring at the shimmering candles on the coffee table, the only source of light in the darkened living room. A flowery aroma of incense wafted in the air around her and she inhaled it deeply. Pulling the collar of her white chenille robe closer around her neck, she drew her legs up onto the cushions, curling them under her seat. She sighed again, trying to relax and distance herself from the tease of emotions whispering to her behind her ear.

Just forget about him, already. You made this choice, remember? This was for the best.

She closed her eyes and dropped her head back and groaned, agitated. God, I wish I just had a body to hold onto right now.

Suddenly, Mari felt a light tap against her bare forehead. She opened her eyes, expecting to see the ceiling of the apartment. Instead, the crystalline blue eyes of her friend, mentor, and co-worker, Petra, blinked thoughtfully back down at her.

“Something the matter, sweety?” Petra asked through a sly white grin.

Mari remained unmoved, blankly gazing up towards her upside-down friend. “Can you get a knife?” she asked. She made a motion across her throat. “Just slit it across right here.”

Petra clicked her tongue repeatedly, wagged her finger, and shook her head. “Oh no, no, no. Not on my lovely lambskin chaise, my dear,” she insisted as she walked around from the back of the sofa. “Although I’m sure your blood is the most lovely shade of crimson, I’ve put a lot of effort and pored through far too many design magazines to attain the perfect living space. I believe a pool of red blood across grey natural leather would not get the Laura Day stamp of approval.”

“Is that a no?” Mari asked.

Petra sat down beside her and offering her a tall flute glass of champagne. Tossing back her golden blonde hair, she winked and said, “You’ll just have to commit hari kiri somewhere else.”

Mari smirked and rolled her eyes. “I’ll take that as stylish way of saying no rather than a knock on my heritage.”

“Wouldn’t think of it, Ms.Nakajima,” Petra replied, holding up her glass.

“Thank-you for your thoughtfulness, Ms.Sundstrom,” Mari replied. They clinked their glasses lightly together and took a sip. Mari scrunched her nose, the tingling bubbles tickling her tongue and upper lip. It tasted good. It felt good going down.

Petra shifted to her side and crossed her legs. She was taller than Mari but her robe, cherry red and luxurious, was the same length. Needless to say, more of her pearly white skin was on display. Mari quickly glanced up and around as she took another sip, avoiding the attractive exposure of her friend.

“Feeling good?” Petra asked.

Mari nodded. “Very much, yeah,” she said, looking around Petra’s elegant apartment, “The bath was great. Those salts you have made the water feel like heaven, like I was floating with the angels. Seriously.”

“Nothing like pampering the skin once in a while,” Petra said, smiling wistfully. As if without thought, she reached down and dragged her fingers gently up her long leg. “And it feels like you can leave all your troubles in the bath water when you’re done.”

“I see why you can be so relaxed and focused at the office,” Mari acknowledged.

Petra turned her piercing eyes upon Mari. A sharp grin angled itself onto her long, angular face. “Mari, I have not begun to show you my bag of tricks for relaxing.”

Mari smiled, at first cautiously then more with a hint of curiosity. “I guess I came to the right place then,” she said.

With a gentle motion, Petra reached out and touched Mari’s long black hair. Mari frowned slightly but maintained her smile as the other woman brushed her hair with her fingers.

“Don’t worry, dear,” Petra cooed as she teased and stroked the fine strands of hair. She continued with that warm, Scandinavian-tinged voice of hers, “I’ve always taken good care of you, haven’t I?”

Mari had already been feeling warm that night, what with the bath, the champagne, the candles. An unexpected surge from within just ramped up the heat. Her cheeks were flushed red highlighting the inner warmth she felt. Clearing her throat, she said, “Well, I’ve loved everything so far. What’s next? What’s the plan then?”

Petra regarded her for a moment longer then reached down to the coffee table to pick up a chocolate covered strawberry from a plate. She took a deliciously deliberate bite of the fresh fruit, her full red lips sucking in any drips of juice trying to escape and chewed slowly. Mari could literally see it sliding down Petra’s gullet. She never wanted a strawberry so much in her life.

“Well,” Petra began, counting off with her fingers, “We’ve had our fabulous dinner at Tangled. Put my whirlpool bath tub to work. Destroyed a bottle of champagne. We’ll have some scandalous girl-talk in bed. Tomorrow, we pay for all this decadence with a hard, crack of dawn run through the ravine trail and then end with a spa and manicure down by the harbour front. Sounds good?”

Mari nodded Antep Bayan Escort enthusiastically. “Mm-hmm! More please,” she giggled. She polished her glass of champagne off with one last, bold gulp. It fizzled down her throat like sparkles from a firecracker. She winced then laughed.

“Oh good show!” Petra applauded. She sighed and rested her head to the side on her hand. Smiling she said, “It’s good to hear you laugh like that.”

Staring down at her empty glass for a moment, Mari finally nodded once. She exhaled deeply and said, “It does feel good. Thanks to you.”

Petra shrugged.

Still peering down to the bottom of the glass, Mari mused sadly, “God I really am alone now, aren’t I?”

The older blonde woman shifted slightly in her seat, curling her legs in a little more, but she didn’t say anything. She just continued silently contemplating her friend, listening carefully.

“It seems silly, doesn’t it?” Mari continued, “I’m the one who called it off, told Justin to leave. But I think I’m feeling more hurt than he does. It doesn’t seem fair.”

“It was the right thing to do,” Petra remarked with a firm tongue, “It took a lot of courage for you to make a choice and I’m very proud of you.”

Mari’s eyes flitted momentarily towards Petra and smiled, caught off guard by a budding sense of personal accomplishment that her friend instilled in her. Petra had that magical way about her, never preaching or criticizing. She preferred to use encouragement to guide her rather than offer television show type advice. She was a strong woman and it was impossible not to find that sense of confidence inspiring or attractive. Certainly Mari found herself drawn to her and felt fortunate to be part of Petra’s circle.

“Yeah…yeah,” Mari sighed, “You’re right. His fault for cheating on me. I deserve better.”

“You certainly do,” Petra acknowledged. She tipped her glass towards her lips, pausing to say, “Do you suppose I have a shot at Justin, now?”

Mari’s mouth dropped, then curled into a smile as she watched Petra drink the remainder of the sparkling liquid from her glass. “Oh God! Don’t say that, Petra!” she scolded playfully, swiping at her arm.

Petra cocked her finely trimmed brow. “I’ve been waiting to take a bite out of that apple-crisp ass of his for some time now,” she mewed wickedly.

Mari looked up towards the ceiling and groaned, “Unbelievable! Uhh!”

Successfully haven broken up the cloudy mood, Petra giggled then waved her hands. “Oh please,” Petra scoffed, “That man is not good enough to clean my panties with his teeth and neither is he for you, my dear. Besides I never do it with guys in the office and I have a list of asses like his the length of my arm in my on call file.”

Mari laughed, “Oh, you’ve got to share that list with me, please! I’m in desperate need of a good, hot ass right now.”

“Really?” Petra asked. She placed her glass on the table then returned to her seated position, facing Mari, hands folded together on her lap. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she added, “I’m not quite sure you’d be prepared to delve into Petra’s Black Book.”

Mari tilted her head, interest clearly piqued. For a woman like Petra, she had an idea that her Black Book would be quite impressive. Feeling emboldened she asked, “Is that so? Why not?”

Petra grinned as if she were looking at an eager to please puppy. She shrugged and said, “Well, you do know that there are both men and women on that list?”

Mari stared back blankly towards her. Her mouth slightly ajar, she blinked once, twice, then said simply, “Oh.”

“Do you mean you didn’t suspect that at all?” Petra asked.

There was no doubt in Mari’s mind from the earliest days when she got to know Petra that the distinctly alluring, sexy, brash way she carried herself in the office most likely translated into an exciting after hours lifestyle. Though she imagined Petra must have had a street length line up of men at her doorstep, Mari never heard any of the men at the office boasting of any trysts with the striking blonde. Despite that, the woman still oozed of a certain wild, mysterious sexuality.

“No, not really,” Mari replied realizing she suddenly had trouble convincing herself of that.

Petra glanced down and away, arching her brows upward.

“I…I mean,” Mari said then stopped. What did mean? “That is…it’s alright with me. It’s fine. Uh…not that you need my permission.”

Petra grinned and chuckled to herself, enjoying how the younger woman fumbled over her thoughts and words. “Well, that’s good,” she giggled, “Thank you.”

Mari blushed and shook her head, embarrassed by what she had said. She looked toward Petra, seated beside her. Of course it shouldn’t have been a surprise that women would be attracted to her just as much as men. If she thought about it hard enough, ran through the times she was with Petra at work or in restaurants and shops, or out on the streets, she could probably recall her turning the heads of both men and women alike.

Lucky her that she was able to appreciate and indulge in the experiences on both sides of the fence.

The two women sat on the sofa, a stifling air of silence hanging between them suddenly, or at least, that’s how Mari felt. Petra was content to let the younger woman think this through.

Images and sensations suddenly started to creep through Mari’s hyper-stimulated head. Damn that champagne and sea salt bath. Every sense of hers seemed to be in overdrive and the heady smell of incense didn’t help matters much at all. She realized she was staring down at Petra’s bare leg, her white thighs peeking under her short robe. Her eyes skittered away and tried to refocus on the candles.

She didn’t know why she was feeling like this. Just because Petra had revealed her sexual nature to her didn’t mean she had any interests or intentions towards her other than being a very good friend.

Mari closed her eyes and grimaced, feeling ridiculous. She spun the notions through her mind and finally looked up toward Petra. “I really am grateful that you’ve spent time with me…on a Friday night, yet!” she said, “I’m sure I put a crimp in your social calendar.”

Petra smiled and leaned forward in her seat. She placed an assured, velvety soft hand on top of Mari’s. Her blue eyes seemed to reflect a cool blue lake as she said, “Mari, dear, I’d clear my slate for an entire month if you asked me to.”

That warm, easy feeling swelled within Mari once more. She smiled back and curled her hands around Petra’s receiving her friend’s kindness and tenderness.

Then Petra’s eyes widened as she added, “Then you wouldn’t see me for another month as I go into seclusion fucking the brains out of anything that crossed my path.”

The living room crackled with their laughter. Mari leaned forward and gave her friend a big hug which Petra warmly accepted.

“Thanks, Petra,” Mari whispered, still holding her. She inhaled the sweet fragrance of Petra’s soft hair. She liked it very much.

“Anytime, sweety,” Petra replied, massaging the small of Mari’s back and her neck.

Mari felt the slightest pressure against her back as Petra pulled her in. She didn’t pull away, embracing her friend more closely, still indulging in the sumptuous feel of her robe, her radiant warmth, and her intoxicating scent. Focusing her heightened senses, she could feel Petra’s heart beat against her bosom. It felt good to be in someone’s arms, in Petra’s arms.

Finally, it was Petra who leaned back, moving away from the embrace. She gingerly pulled away long strands of black hair that had fallen across Mari’s blushing face. She revealed a vulnerable, anxious young woman, her attractive, almond crescent eyes blinking uneasily at her.

Petra leaned forward again, angled her lips towards Mari and kissed her softly.

Mari saw her red, glossy lips towards her, watched them part slightly before they touched hers. She didn’t move though, didn’t back away. She knew she was trembling inside, hoped that it didn’t make its way to the surface.

What was only a few seconds felt like minutes but finally Petra moved back, the gentlest, crisp “smack” sound as their lips parted. She sat back and again simply let the thoughts and sensations sink into the younger woman.

Mari’s small pink lips stayed apart as she sat unmoving in her seat. She was hoping the flickering glow of dying candles and the hair hanging over forehead was hiding the blank look in her eyes. With great effort, she managed to find a voice and whisper, “Petra…I don’t think I can…” She trailed off, losing her train of thought.

Petra smiled softly. “You must be tired,” she said, her voice a caressing touch. She stood up from the sofa and stepped away. “Why don’t you go to be already, sleep off the champagne and the bath.”

The ceiling lights flicked on. Mari squinted, adjusting her eyes to the brightness. The living room suddenly seemed bigger, not so intimate. Petra returned and started to gather things from the table.

Mari watched her for a second before her head kicked in again. “Let me help you with that,” she offered.

Petra shook her head. “Go on to bed already, Mari,” she gently insisted, “I’ll clean up the glasses and dishes. We’ll skip the girl-talk this evening. You should rest up. We have that run to do tomorrow, right?”

“Oh. Oh yeah,” Mari said, nodding. She stood up and tightened the sash of her robe. “Thanks again, Petra.”

Petra shook her head. “My pleasure, sweety,” she replied, “Go to sleep. I’ll join you in a bit. Good night.”

“Good night.” Mari hesitated, watching Petra go into the kitchen, then walked to the bedroom.

Mari hung up her robe then slid under the smooth, satiny sheets. Her slender body seemed to be adrift along the king-size mattress and amongst the billowy pillows but they soon cradled her nicely as she curled herself underneath the toasty blanket.

Despite the comforting feel of the bed, however, she found it difficult to even close her eyes, let alone fall asleep. She was suddenly aware of her racing pulse, her unsteady breaths, and most notably, her vivid, lingering thoughts. During the brief moment of her kiss, thoughts flashed in her head. To be certain, there was doubt there. More pointedly, however, there was curiousity…and other undeniably sensuous, illicit, wanton sensations she had never experienced before. And she was very unsure about exploring them.

For several minutes, Mari lay there in the dark save for the dim light of a bedside lamp. She listened to the clink of some dishes, the running faucet, Petra’s steps around the apartment. She tried to will herself to sleep before Petra came to bed. Yet, only when she heard her enter the room did she force her eyes shut and steady her breath to a rhythm that resembled sleep.

She listened to Petra slide into the bed beside her, feeling the assuring warmth of her body even though they never touched. The bed side lamp was turned off and Petra moved around under the sheets for a moment then stopped. After a few minutes, Mari could hear her soft, wispy breaths as she fell into a deep, sumptuous slumber.

Mari didn’t know how long she stayed awake after Petra had fallen asleep.

* * * * * * *

The next morning, Mari and Petra awoke with little acknowledgement of the previous night other than how good dinner was and how much Mari needed an evening like that to relax and forget about things. After a light breakfast of toast with peanut butter, bananas, and coffee, they slipped into their running gear. Both of them wore the minimal athletic attire: form-fitting micro fibre shorts and sports halter top, Mari in black, Petra in smoke grey. They both tied their long hair into pony tails and sported visors.

The plan had been to wake up early to avoid the summer heat. However, even down by the ravine trail outside of Petra’s apartment building, it already felt clammy and humid.

As they walked and stretched along the path for the first few minutes, Mari looked up at the sky. It was shrouded with folds and rolls the underbelly of dark grey clouds. They looked ominous and heavy.

“So we’re going to the picnic area at the top of the hill in the conservation park, right?” Petra asked.

“Think this is a good idea?” Mari asked, still gazing at the sky warily.

Petra fluttered her lips and smirked. “I thought you were the runner girl?” she teased, “Doing those races of yours through sun, sleet, snow, and hail?”

Mari eyed her. “That’s mailmen.”

“You’re the one who does this as a regular hobby, sweety,” Petra reminded her, “I’m just a casual athlete.”

Mari gave her the once over, unconvinced. There was nothing ‘casual’ about Petra’s figure. She played tennis, swam, cycled, and danced every weekend as if the world was going to end on Monday. The woman was a svelte, attractively constructed machine. Mari knew that she herself filled out her running attire very nicely but Petra was simply at another stratosphere in hers.

“So are we going to do this or do we go back to my apartment and watch Julia Roberts movies all day?” Petra asked.

Mari chuckled. “Let’s go.”

The early morning start, the heat, and the angry clouds above probably had something to do with how empty the ravine trail was as they ran. The number of other people they encountered along their jog to the park could have been counted on two of their hands.

It was the heat that was most problematic at the moment. As they ran along the winding, up-and-down paths of the trail, it didn’t take long for a thin sheen of perspiration to settle upon their skin. Soon they were both reaching for their waist-side water bottles.

Mari possessed a nice, graceful running form and settled into a good breathing rhythm. On most days, when she hit her stride, everyday thoughts would fall away during her run and she would often lose her sense of time and space.

Not today.

She hadn’t slept very well the night before. She had been thinking about Petra, recalling the feel of their embrace and the kiss that they shared. It hadn’t upset her. That may have been the problem. She wasn’t upset by it at all. The kiss had been so tender, so genuine. It was unmistakably affectionate. Was there something more to it?

Mari blinked. Her pace had dropped off. She shook her head and picked up her speed, trying to shake away her thoughts.

Petra was aware of the sudden erratic rhythm of Mari’s pace. The shorter woman had fallen silent as well as they ran.

“Did you sleep okay last night?” Petra asked.

“Hmm? Oh yeah,” Mari replied, “Slept well.”

“Are you sure?”

Mari frowned. “I’m sure. Why?”

“Your stride’s all off,” Petra said, “It’s like you’ve got tired legs.”

“Oh really?” Mari smirked.

“Mm-hmm.” Petra nodded. She continued to tease, “Think someone a bit too much lamb shank and champagne last night. A little too spoiled were we?”

“Ha!” Mari scoffed, “Just because you’re all Swedish Amazon and stuff, don’t think these shorter, tired legs couldn’t run you into the ground!”

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Writing erotic stories and posting them on .com, has been one of the most rewarding and constructive pastimes I have taken up over the past few years.

My first story, ‘Magic Medicine’, received its first feedback e-mail within a couple of days, and from that first feedback e-mail, the character Ann was born and a rewarding symbiotic relationship developed. (But that is another story.)

However the receiving of feedback is a fickle and rare occurrence. I have stories with 100000 downloads plus and good numbers of votes and in my opinion good scores (over 4.6) for nearly half my submissions.

Not so long ago I received this feedback message via Literotica.com. I always reply to these messages; it takes a lot to write a story and if someone did really enjoy, the story the last thing on their mind is to thank the writer.

The message read:

I just read Earl Grey and Two Sugars and find myself breathless. Ooooo to be a character in your stories. Very exciting; I practically held my breath anticipating your next move.

Can’t wait to read more. Thanks for posting.

Danielle: [email protected]”

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So being polite I wrote back…

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Dear Danielle

Thank you for the feedback on my story.

I would like to know in more detail please, what you found ‘so sexy’ about the story.

Also, where are you on this tiny planet? So I can put a mark on my Google earth.

Respect and Honour

Hitchhiker

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Normally one doesn’t get a reply to the response so when a reply did comeback I was pleased and even a little excited with the content.

Dear Hitchhiker

I shouldn’t tell you but I live in the UK very near Oxbridge in the little village called Chillington I hope you can find it. How many thousands of miles away do you live?

What did I find sexy about your story? I have now read several more of your stories, Ann and the looking Glass, is very, very sexy. I have fantasised about my own mirror having an invisible lover inside. Last night I lay on my bed and fucked myself with my vibe and imagined it was the man from the mirror. I also very much liked, ‘By a mountain stream’ I bet you enjoyed yourself with those two.

You might want to know about me. Well, I’m 20 I have mousy shoulder length hair. I’m 5ft 10ins tall lightly built, but not skinny. My breasts are C-cup my best bits are my legs which are very long. I have never been with a man but have had lots of sex with girls.

Danielle

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Whoa this girl is a little firecracker I thought, and she fucked herself with her vibe! Reading, one of my stories. I could not resist in writing back somewhat aroused and even a little nervous.

—-

Dear Danielle,

The picture you put in my head of you thrusting your vibe into your hot little quim was nearly too much. Why? Because you don’t live thousands of miles away from me but less than 25 miles, so beware you might even find me appear behind you in your room as you stare at your naked reflection in the mirror, wrap my arms around your waist and nuzzle your neck nibbling the lobes of each ear in turn. Sending shivers down your spine as your body pushes back into my embrace. You turn your head allowing our lips to meet.

My hands slip gently up your sides cupping the outside of your breasts, then pushing you gently around I pull you into a full embrace cupping your left breast in my right hand and kneading the hot firm flesh.

As my fingers feel your nipple become aroused and harden, the finger and thumb pinch the little bud and begin to massage it gently back and forth increasing the pressure to almost the point of pain.

Our kiss has become intense with my left hand behind your head holding tight so our tongues can explore and taste each other.

You are becoming breathless, your body is trembling, shaking, beginning to perspire you don’t know if you should scream or surrender to this entity that appeared behind you only seconds ago.

Is it real or is it just a dream??

A dream? Then surrender, to your imagination and let your passions grow.

As you surrender to emotions, desire and lust, you become aware of something new, you feel, a wonderful hardness pushing into your tummy. You respond by lifting yourself on tiptoe so you can feel the hardness against your vulva.

Little flashes of lightning course through your pussy and your quim starts to yearn to be filled to receive penetration, fulfilment.

My mouth breaks free of yours and chases my hand over your shoulder nipping at the flesh. But my mouth desires those globes of delight my hands grasp a breast each and push them together allowing my mouth to devour each nipple while my tongue simultaneously licks each nipple wetly and my teeth nip. You want to feel the hardness of my erection and reach and grasp it in you right hand, it feels so hot almost throbbing with lust, a yearning that has been generated by your own naked body.

Should I continue? Or would you like to take up narrative?

Respect Escort Bayan Gaziantep and Honour

Adam

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Well we shall see what sort of reply that gets, I thought as the bits flew out into the ether.

I got a reply the next Day.

Opening the e-mail I saw the text in big bold letters

“CONTINUE please, please, pretty, pretty, pretty please.”

Oh my, I hope that you never stop.

As your mouth covers my breast, I can only gasp in pleasure

I feel your tongue as you circle the hardened nipple and my hand reaches to your shirt impatiently I begin to unbutton your shirt but my hands are to clumsy and in need of more flesh I rip at the shirt, buttons fly everywhere, but they are of little concern to us now my back again arches as you nip my nipple with your teeth; and my hands reach to undo your belt and Trousers. My fingers grasp the waistband of both your trousers and pants and push down, sliding them over your hips; I can feel your manhood and am both nervous and excited by what I feel.

Your hand reaches down to grab my crotch and a wave of excitement washes over me, my body in one quick moment has become yours to take and use as you wish.

The text then dropped to a normal font,

“My dearest Adam

What you wrote was so sexy I nearly fainted when the message stopped. I tore my knickers aside and read and re read your words. I wanted you there and then. But I couldn’t reply straight away because my bloody computer crashed, my brother was out and I couldn’t fix the problem.

Instead all I could do was lay in bed naked and reread Ann and the looking Glass over and over again.

If you can make love as you write my dear wonderful eloquent Adam I want you to come and visit me. Call me on 07777 676869.

In lust for you

Danielle XXXXXXXXXXXX

——

Dingdong…., carry on…., what a girl? To good to be true was my first thought. Could it be that at long last I had found a woman close by, that was different?

I reread her writing and thought how subtle and clever she was to stop, as I had done, to return the tease, so to speak. This was fun, but there could be problems ahead.

In somewhat of a dilemma I pondered on what I should do next. Phoning her was fairly safe. She wouldn’t be able to know where I was and distance would still be on my side.

Nervously my fingers dialled the number on the screen, Brrrrr, Brrrrr.

“Hello?”

“Can I speak to Danielle please?”

“Who? Is that you Adam?” Asked a tremulous young sweet voice who spoke with an educated and refined accent.

“Danielle it is I. I don’t know if this is the wisest move I have made. But I had to speak with you, to find out if you are for real. Sorry to sound so doubtful.” I had broken the ice, what happened next, I would play by the seat of my pants.

“Oh… You.. Ah.. You sound as sexy on the phone as your writing. When can you come and see me?”

Her voice was full of girlish excitement, and I felt I had to calm the situation down, to make sure she understood what we could be getting into. I know I sound like an old killjoy but I wanted to get everything clear from the start.

“Danielle you too sound as sexy as you write. But I would like to talk to you first. Set ground rules, find out what we both expect and want from this relationship. It is no longer an Internet cyber fantasy. We are real and real close too. You have seen my picture on my member’s page so you are aware that I am very much older than you in years. 30, to be precise!”

I finished my statement and waited with baited breath for her response.

“I like your picture I have printed a copy. I hope you don’t mind? You look kind and thoughtful, as the characters in your stories are. So the age doesn’t matter and you are hopefully what I’m looking for. A man to teach me, I don’t want a husband I want a real lover. So one day when I do get married I will know what I want and what I should do to make my husband happy.”

Well she certainly knew what she wanted from me. This was one canny girl I had found or rather she had found me.

“What can I say?” I replied in somewhat of a stunned tone. This young lady had worked the situation out.

“Danielle this sounds too good to be true, I must admit. You want to be shown the delights of the flesh, so you want me to show you how to please a man and how to enjoy your own body.”

Silence filled the air space, and for a moment I thought I might have gone too far. She was, just a moment ago, very sure of herself, but now she had heard what it was that I was suggesting and on hearing it stated in the cold light of day. I was sure she was rethinking what she wanted.

“Adam,” she said nervously. “I am in need of a teacher, and am hoping that you are the kind man who can take me to places that I desire. I like the way you write and if you are as passionate in the flesh as you are in your writing, then I would like for us to get together. I am looking to learn how to pleasure a man and at the same time I hope to learn how to pleasure myself with a man.”

Again silence, as I considered my words carefully. I have in the past taught several girls the path to womanhood. Simply because I have had some very good teachers of my own, older women that found me cute and so taught me how to love and to make love to women.

“Danielle, Thank you for your trust and confidence in me I will do my best to teach you. But really I’m still only learning myself for I’m sure I am by no means a Casanova or even a Byron in the ways of love.” Oh boy did that last statement sound crass? I grimaced to myself and waited for the knock down. Casanova or Byron hell’s bells what will the girl think, I thought!!

“Adam, Adam. I don’t want a Casanova or Byron I want someone who knows himself, has kindness and sincerity. I have read your stories you don’t come across, as some big headed know it all. If you want me as your pupil I want you as my teacher… Please… Sir?”

“Then Danielle I agree to consider the idea in principal. But first I want to know all about you. If that’s OK?”

And so for the next 30 minutes Danielle told me about herself. How she had, had a wonderful childhood, her father was rich and successful, her mother beautiful loving and clever. She told me all about her older brother who was a computer guru working for both a very large computer company and one the universities in near by Oxbridge.

At the age of 11 Danielle had been sent to boarding school on the south coast just outside Brighton only coming home on the holidays to be with her family.

Now though she lived at home because she was at university in Oxbridge studying oriental arts. She had been given the best in all things material but she felt she had missed a lot by not going to the local school.

“Well Danielle I have not been educated formerly I went to an ordinary school and as you can hear I speak with a common English accent.”

“You are not ordinary Adam. That is so clear to me. Please say you will be my teacher. I promise to do anything you ask of me, I mean anything.”

Her voice quavered in a tone of begging and anxiety. How could I refuse?

“Well Danielle I’m sure we can at least meet and see how we strike it off face to face. Do you drive?” I said hoping she said yes.

“Yes I drive, and I have my own car. Where shall we meet?” She asked excitedly. “This weekend would be good, can you make it?” Her voice had now become a little more relaxed and I could tell she was smiling. I was to; I was also becoming aroused at the thought of meeting this young lady in the next few Days.

“Danielle do you know the Red Lion at Great Whetting?”

“Yes” She replied excitement in her voice.

“Can you be there at 10:30 on Saturday morning we can park there and go for a walk in Whetting woods the weather is forecast fine and I don’t know about you but walking in the woods is a rather romantic thing to do.” The plan had been made, would she accept it or ask to meet in a more public place?

“Adam I will be there; I drive a green Mazda M3.”

“Well then my dear little lady the date is set. An M3, I bet it is just you. And I drive a Dark Grey Fiat with decals on the side. Wait in your car I’ll come and find you.” Now I was the one to be excited.

“What shall I wear? What would you like me to wear or shall I surprise you?” Danielle said giggling at the idea.

“Mmmm what shall she wear for our first lesson?” I mussed out loud. “You will wear something light and feminine a loose blouse a longish skirt. You may wear under wear if you wish, but I would be most pleased if you did not.”

—–

Saturday dawned clear and bright it was forecast warm and still.

I had told my wife about my meeting with Danielle and how she had found me on the net. The first thing she had said was “It sounds like this young woman wants my husband to be her teacher.”

“What would you do if I became her teacher?”

Mia had put her arms around my neck and kissed me saying

“Kita and I would trust you to be kind to her and you know we will still love you. She might even want to meet us and you never know what might happen then.” The smile on her face and glint in her eye confirmed her sincerity. (Yes, I know, lucky bastard!)

With my wife’s approval I drove along country lanes on a fine warm summer’s morn to meet with Danielle. I didn’t know how the meeting would go she might see me in person and become cold and withdrawn, but I thought this unlikely, chemistry though is a fickle thing.

I turned off the road into the pub car park there was only one car, a green M3. I pulled up along side turned my head and looked. My jaw must have dropped half a yard. Danielle was absolutely, gorgeous. She turned and smiled at me. I couldn’t wait to be near her in person. But she was out of her car before me.

By the time I had opened my door she was there flinging her arms around me.

“Thank you, thank you for coming. I thought you would think better of the whole idea and not come.” She was crying into my shoulder.

“Hey, hey come on now.” I cooed wiping away her tears with my thumbs. I held her head in my hands and kissed her tenderly on the mouth. She pulled me tighter and I enveloped her mouth forcing a mirrored response from her. Danielle’s lips parted and my tongue found its way inside it snaked up under her top lip and slithered across her teeth and gums, as I sucked her into my passion.

Being slightly taller than me, Danielle pushed me sideways against the rear window of my car. I don’t normally push a lust filled woman off me. But in this situation I had too.

“Hang on there girl. ” I drawled in a mock southern states accent; trying to cool things down. Danielle lifted her body off me and smiled down into my eyes.

“You are smaller than me.” She giggled. “You didn’t tell me how tall you were and I just presumed for some reason you would be taller.”

“Well I hope you aren’t too disappointed. You on the other hand are just drop dead gorgeous and how the hell you have remained such an innocent defies belief.” I must admit I was a little taken aback at her initial enthusiasm, and so I must have seemed a little aggressive in my reaction.

“Come on lets go for our walk. For one thing your teacher needs to calm himself down.” I opened the tailgate of my car and removed the Daypack I had prepared for our meeting.

Danielle was stunned by my outburst, and was silent for a moment. She was clearly considering her response, which was equally curt.

“I shall tell you, how I have remained innocent! I don’t like boys I prefer girls or think I prefer girls.” She said tentatively, “I went to an all girl’s school, it was very well protected and no boys were allowed within the walls. So we spent a great deal of our free time experimenting with each other. At the age of fourteen one of the girls smuggled a dildo into school. We thought we had all died and gone to heaven. From that point forward, we all played together. We never thought about boys, and this was okay by me. All my friends and I were on the gymnastics team. It was a slice of heaven for me. When I was at school all there was, were girls. Being on the gymnastic team was just wonderful.

“Sorry sweetness. I didn’t mean to be nasty I was just a little shocked and now I must admit much chuffed at your reaction on our first meeting.” I turned and pulled her into my arms. “Come here and let’s start again.” I kissed her holding her for a few seconds just letting our bodies feel the contact. My dick was hard and pressed against her vulva, I must admit I was as randy as hell and couldn’t wait to get into the classroom. Breaking the embrace I took her hand and guided her toward the gate leading off into the cool green woods. We walked without speaking just letting the closeness develop between us. Danielle had dressed herself in a lacy gypsy top and a knee length scarlet coloured skirt in the same style. I could see she had not worn a bra so I guessed she was without knickers as well.

My mind was in turmoil not only at the start to our meeting, but also at what she had said about preferring girls. Questions formed in my mind, I was curious and wanted to know what made Danielle tick.

“So.. Why and how did you pick me to be your teacher, when it would have been far more natural for you to choose someone nearer your own age?” I looked at her as we walked and she just glanced at me clearly considering her answer.

“Mmmm why not pick someone nearer to home? Answer there isn’t anyone I fancy. Plus I was only looking at the stories on when I came across your stories by accident in the mature section. The stories there are so much more romantic. From there it is history I sent you feedback and here we are.” She stopped walking and looked at me.

“Next question,” she said with an impatient tone for Danielle was clearly baiting me. We continued on our walk deeper into the woods. I knew where I was leading her and turned us off the main path.

“You said you were on the gymnastics team and it was heaven for you. Why was that?”

“For a start we all wore very little clothing whilst we practised. We could touch one another as we bent and pushed our bodies in ever more contorted positions.”

“You are a contortionist?” I asked a grin like a Cheshire cat right across my face. “I have always wanted to meet a contortionist. How supple are you?”

“I thought you were the teacher.” Danielle laughed. “I think you will be impressed when you see what I can do. Let’s put it this way I can watch a dildo go into my pussy.”

After walking for nearly a quarter of an hour we arrived at our destination I led the way through the thick hedge of Rhododendrons and out into the small circular arena in their midst, at the centre of this natural circus there is an ancient stump of an Oak tree it’s about 4ft high and 6ft across it is not solid the wood having decayed long before the tree was felled to form a horse shoe shaped wall of wood. The site always reminds me of a Druid temple deep in the forest hidden away out of the sight of disapproving eyes. What better place to bring Danielle for her first lessons in the delights of procreation.

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Fortunate Confluence of Events Ch.5

This story is work of complete fiction. Any resemblance to real characters or actual events is purely coincidental and unintended. All characters are mature and over 50, so this story series will likely appeal more to the older crowd here.

This chapter briefly turns away from the fetish theme, and strays into group sex territory; however for continuity I am placing it in Fetish with the others. There are bisexual male and female situations described herein, so for those who find such activities offensive, please take a detour now.

Tags for this segment: nudity, group sex, blowjob, cum eating, cum swapping, sexy spit play, bisexual female, bisexual male.

Approx. 4500 words.

~ . ~

I think we all turned a few shades of red, and for a few seconds, you could hear a pin drop.

Ruben spoke up to break the silence.

“Well,” he said, looking toward his wife, “I think they’re onto something. We’re here for a week..”

“But,” he added, turning to us, “I’m not sure we’d get away with that here.”

I thought I detected a wink from Ruth, at the edge of my peripheral vision. She was aiming it directly at Ingrid.

“Yeah, I’m not sure either,” I agreed. “Wouldn’t want to get evicted for lewd behaviour – I really like this place.”

From the corner of my eye, I watched the girls cracking smiles across the table back and forth, as though they could read each other’s thoughts.

“But speaking of fun, tomorrow I would really like to go for a drive and see those ruins. Are you folks game?” He asked.

“I certainly am!” I exclaimed, followed by a thumbs-up from Ingrid.

“I went there a long time ago, when I was in college, and never made it back. I’m pretty sure I know where they are, but I haven’t been able to find anything on the map. Seems to me that’s the way it was back then, too. Our prof took us there, and he was the only one who knew anything about them, and where they were.”

“How far away are they?” I asked.

“About an hour and a half from here, as I reckon. Pack lots of water and a hat to keep the sun off you. If we go early, before it heats up, it shouldn’t be too bad. It’s not far off the road either, maybe a 15 minute climb. It’s supposed to be nice tomorrow, so it would be good to get back by lunch and have a swim.”

We finished dining and all pitched in to help clean up, then we took a nightcap down to our beach chairs, and sat quietly, inhaling the awesome beauty of the Caribbean sunset.

Ruth and Ruben excused themselves early, explaining that they still hadn’t completely unpacked yet. We agreed to congregate at 8 AM, eat breakfast at the restaurant, then hit the road.

As the sun gently settled at the edge of the horizon, Ingrid and I snuggled in close together and held hands. It was not long before the topic at the back of our minds drifted back to the front and centre.

“So, tell me Max, were you being serious back there? Or just watching my back?”

I knew exactly what she was referring to.

“Well, both I guess. It was a bit of an awkward moment, I’ll give you that, but I was being genuine. Of course I think it would be fun to watch them making out. They’re both very attractive, self-confident and emotionally mature. And besides – I can’t wait to see how big Rube’s dick is when it is erect – it looks massive.”

Ingrid laughed out loud.

“You and me both!”

“I think it would great fun to display our love and affection for them too, if we’re all of like mind. Too bad there weren’t two big Desire beach beds here by the water. We could have some real fun.”

“Just how far would you be willing to go, Max?”

“As far as you, and probably beyond,” I answered. “I think it would be great fun to watch you with Ruben. I can just see the expression on his face when you swallow him all the way down.”

“Really??” She asked.

“Definitely. I doubt he’s ever had a cocksucker as good as you.”

“You might be surprised. What makes you think that Ruthie can’t do the same?”

“Well, that would be something else .. and you know me – I love surprises!”

“It’s getting dark, and we have to be up pretty early,” Ingrid said. “I should head back and get ready for bed.”

“Do you realize, we still haven’t spent a night together yet?”

“I know Max. But to be honest, I don’t know if I’d be comfortable with both of us in that queen bed. If it were a king, you wouldn’t be able to keep me away from you.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right. But one of these nights, we gotta give it a try. Maybe after company leaves.”

“It’s a date. Good night, Max.”

“Good night love. I’m heading in too.”

We kissed and went our separate ways, back to the comfort of our casitas. I sat for a while on my screened in porch, as darkness fully engulfed our ocean paradise. It was pitch black, and I had almost fallen asleep right there in the chair.

But I was nudged back to awareness when I saw the porch light come on at Bayan Escort Gaziantep Ingrid’s; then, a figure quietly slip by my place and toward Ingrid’s. It was Ruth, and I was sure that she wouldn’t have seen me there, through the screen, watching. She went up Ingrid’s steps and inside, then the light went out.

I wondered what sort of monkey business they were up to at this hour, but was too tired to care, and within minutes, I was in bed and out like a light.

~ . ~

The next morning, I was up and showered, and on my way to Ingrid’s for our morning coffee ritual at 7:30. She was waiting for me, all decked out in her hiking gear. I had packed a backpack with camera, binoculars and plenty of water, with visions of Chichen Itza and Indiana Jones swirling in my head. We agreed that this was going to be an awesome adventure.

Once charged up with caffeine, we joined our tour guides who were just throwing some of their gear in the hatchback. The other two couples at our resort appeared to be gearing up for a road trip of their own; I went over to greet them and they confirmed my suspicions.

“We’ll be back tomorrow,” the one fellow told me jokingly, “So make sure nobody moves in while we’re gone!”

I bid them good luck and rejoined my group of intrepid explorers; we all crammed in, headed off to breakfast, then hit the road on our little archaeological expedition.

~ . ~

Well, as it turned out, after a lot of frustration on his part, Ruben could find neither hide nor hair of the place. Finally admitting defeat, he reluctantly turned the car around and we headed back for home base.

We all teased him and had a good natured laugh over the whole episode, and in spite of it all, our little road trip was great fun for all of us.

“I do know a good restaurant for lunch though, it is just slightly out of the way, if you’re interested. Nice selection of cold beer too.”

“They must have something in black,” Ruth commented sarcastically.

“That works for me!” I retorted, trying to give our poor beaten up tour guide some moral support.

It was well after 11 now, and our stomachs were beginning to feel empty.

“And lunch is on me too. I owe it to you guys!”

We of course argued about that, especially with him supposedly treating us for dinner that evening, but eventually gave in to Ruben’s professed need for absolution.

Sure enough, about an hour along, we pulled into a bustling little town and up to what appeared to be an old 19th century saloon. We wandered in, and stood out like sore thumbs – the only gringo’s in the place. There couldn’t have been more than a dozen people in there, most of whom occupied the barstools for their pre-siesta libations.

Good thing Ruben spoke Spanish, and could translate for us. This obviously wasn’t a tourist trap. The patrons regarded us with a mild curiosity, then got back to their animated discussions. There was an old black-and-white Electrohome television suspended above the bar, with a soccer match playing.

And, there was no Guinness.

But they did have a nice red ale on tap they let us sample, and Rube ordered a pitcher from the bartender. Even Ruthie tried some, and actually enjoyed it.

Lunch was excellent, in spite of my worries to the contrary. An older Mexican women – quite probably the owner’s wife – filled both the waitress and cook roles, and strongly suggesting ‘the special’. We never did see a menu. In hindsight, it was probably all that she had to offer, and we unanimously accepted.

The chicken burritos with guacamole, rice and beans she delivered with a smile to our table were fabulous, and we all raved about the taste. When we were finished, she came to gather our plates – nary a scrap was left anywhere.

Ruben paid the cheque, but I insisted on leaving the tip – a generous one at that, much to the joy of our doting chef.

“You come back here again?” She asked me, in broken English.

“Ci Seniorita!” I replied, as we made our way out.

~ . ~

It was a short drive back, and thank goodness – our bladders were all about to burst by the time we pulled in.

“Beach Party!” The girls chimed out, as we threw off our clothes and grabbed the big beach towels, fresh from the laundry. Mimi had obviously been through and more than competently done her thing – our casitas were spotless, and graced with fresh linens. She was just pulling out as we arrived.

There was no activity at any of the other casitas, so it appeared we had the entire place to ourselves. And there was not a cloud in the sky.

“Anyone for a margarita?” I asked, to which came a resounding and unanimous ‘YES!’. I made two 24 ounce bubba’s, one for each couple to share, and went down to join the others.

Ruben had grabbed the large beach umbrellas from his and Ingrid’s porches, and had laid them behind a large beach blanket, sheltering us and especially Ingrid from the sun, and from any prying eyes that might happen by. They’d also brought four large pillows on which to prop up our heads; it looked cozy indeed.

The girls huddled in the middle, with us guys on either side, and all of us snuggled right up tight against each other. We passed the drinks back and forth, and watched the waves lap gently on the shore, just 50 feet away.

It was so comfortable, and I felt so welcomed into their little group, that I almost drifted off, the girls’ chattering becoming all but inaudible to me. But I was lulled back to the present by a large wave crashing on the shore, and looked up to see if we were going to get wet.

We weren’t, but as I turned to see what everyone else was up to, the spectacle before me took me by surprise.

The girls were facing each other and actually kissing, affectionately running their hands over each other. Rube was on his side facing the action, and winked at me as my eyes bulged out of my head. His hand was stroking his wife’s tush, so I responded in kind with my Ingrid, letting her know that I too had now joined the party.

Another thing I noticed was that both girls now had their hair tied back. The reason for that would soon become obvious.

Ruthie suddenly took a more aggressive posture, climbing right on top of Ingrid. The two regarded each other in a most loving way, and from there things progressed rather quickly. Before I knew it, Ruth had worked her way down, stopping at all the hot spots along the way, eventually landing at her sex. She was now actually going down on her friend!

Rube and I both had our now hard cocks in hand, and stroked as we watched the erotic spectacle develop before our very eyes. Ruben had me beaten in length, but I was the clear winner in girth. And both of us unabashedly regarded each other, as well as the girls, eyes darting back and forth in the sexually charged atmosphere.

I pinched myself, wondering if all of this was just a dream.

Ruthie must have pleasured Ingrid for a good ten minutes, before she finally succumbed to the feeling and came in waves; her lover staying firmly latched on right through the process. The two then embraced, sharing a kiss – and the taste of Ingrid’s pleasantly aromatic puss – before they changed positions, with Ingrid now taking the dominant position on top.

Rube leaned into his wife and they too shared a kiss, with Ingrid and I following suit, before she made her way down, her intentions to reciprocate in kind with her lifelong friend very clear.

I moved down to watch the action, never having witnessed such a sight so up-close-and-personal before in my life, as Ruben kept Ruth occupied. I held Ruth’s right leg up to help expose her, as Ingrid lapped away at her succulent snatch, not two feet away from me.

I actually started to drool, watching her tongue swipe through the hairy folds of Ruth’s vagina. Ingrid glanced my way and smiled, as much as you can with a mouth full of muff, every few seconds, then turned her eyes back to Ruth. We were all truly spellbound.

She stopped only once, and that was to offer me a kiss; she must have seen the envy written all over my face. The taste of Ruth’s pussy in her mouth was delicious, and reminded me of our prior sessions, where we’d smooched after she’d masturbated for me and gleefully licked her own juices off her fingers. But after a few seconds, she broke away from me and got right back to business on Ruth with her mouth and fingers, imploring her friend to cum in her mouth.

It took probably a good fifteen minutes, but Ruthie finally did climax, her hips thrusting up and down off the blanket while Ingrid held on for dear life.

When she had finally come down, Ingrid moved back up between Ruth and I, and they continued French kissing for a few minutes while each of us guys spooned behind them. Both of our hard cocks were poking through their thigh gaps, and I watched as Ruben’s went back and forth, exposing and hiding the slick head in repeating cycles.

Once they started giggling and whispering to each other again, I finally spoke.

“I think that was the most beautiful and erotic spectacle I’ve ever witnessed.”

“Hear hear,” echoed Ruben. “You girls are amazing. I had no idea you’d ever go that far though,” he added, addressing Ruth.

“Well sister, it looks like our poor boys got left out of the action,” Ingrid remarked, grasping my cock with her right hand. “Look how hard and horny they are. Should we relieve some of their anxiety?”

Ruth smiled at her, saying “I think that’s a wonderful idea,” and together they moved between our legs and started stroking us.

“Scootch up close together, boys, so we can stay behind the umbrellas,” Ruth instructed. Rube and I looked at each other as if we’d won the lottery, and didn’t need to be asked twice. Ruth moved his right leg up and over my left as we laid back and spread them wide to make it easier for our girls to access us.

Never in my life, had I imagined myself to be in a position like this.

Our eyes flashed back and forth between our two fellatrixes, as they took us in their mouths, glancing at each other periodically as if to compare strategies.

Ruth’s mouth opened wider than I thought possible, as she slowly descended down Ruben’s shaft, and stroked him with her hand while she sucked loudly and moaned.

Ingrid just held my balls tight in her hand, and bobbed her head up and down the length of me, drooling profusely.

Both girls were impressive in how much of our cocks they could swallow, but neither of them quite got us all down the hatch. Ruben had to be a good inch longer than me, too. I remembered the numbing lozenges Ingrid had used a couple of days prior, enabling her to take me all the way down into her throat. I guess they hadn’t thought to bring those along; but I certainly wasn’t complaining!

They stopped briefly about the same time, and started kissing each other while still stroking us with their hands, then whispering in each other’s ears. What they did next, took both of us by surprise.

They switched places!

Ingrid moved back, and over toward Ruben, while Ruthie slid over in front of me, both of them taking our dripping cocks in their hands and closely examining us.

“Vive la difference!” She blurted out, likely referring to the fact that I was circumcised and he was not.

Ruth then looked up at me, and asked if she could put it in her mouth.

I was speechless and just nodded my approval in stunned silence. I daren’t look over at Ruben, hoping that the sight of his wife sucking my cock wouldn’t be going too far over any lines they may have drawn. But she did glance toward him, before engulfing my throbbing head into her mouth, so I assumed he’d signalled some sign of approval her way.

“I bet I don’t even have to ask, do I?” Ingrid said, looking up into Ruben’s eyes, before plunging down upon him. I silently wondered if maybe this hadn’t been the first time she’d been in that position with Rube. I just smiled at her and winked.

“You taste good, Max!” Ruth commented, taking her time to explore the entirety of my manhood. “Your pre-cum is nice and sweet, just like Rube’s.”

Ingrid briefly broke off and complimented Ruben on the taste of his too. He was starting to sweat and breathe heavily, appearing as if the ultimate explosive ending might come sooner, rather than later, for him.

After a couple of minutes of demonstrating their cock-sucking skills to us, the girls French-kissed, then switched back. I was somewhat relieved; I didn’t know if I could let myself go and finish in Ruth’s mouth, what with her husband laying right next to me. The whole scene was so surreal, and had gone in a direction that I never would have predicted.

Once Ingrid was latched onto me again, I took her head in my hands, and started fucking her mouth. That got Rube pumped, and he did the same with Ruth.

“I’m going to cum in that sweet mouth of yours any minute,” I warned Ingrid. “Do you want to taste it, baby?”

She mumbled “Mm-hmm!” As I continued thrusting, her spit flying every which way.

“Oh FUCK..” Ruben shuddered, and almost in unison, we came, our girls yipping and mewing as we filled their hungry mouths.

Both girls stayed clamped on for a good two minutes after we’d finished, then pulled off us, keeping their lips sealed and winking at each other before embracing each other in a cummy kiss. It appeared as if they were exchanging our cum in their mouths, and Ruben and I sat silently spellbound.

Then, without uttering a word, Ingrid turned to me and Ruth to her husband, and fell into our arms, their intentions crystal clear.

Ruben and I were about to get a share in the spoils.

Ingrid offered, and I accepted a long and very wet French kiss, allowing a higher-than-expected volume of the fruits of their combined efforts to gently roll onto my palate. It was the first time (that I knew of, anyway) that I had tasted another man’s cum – albeit mixed with my own – and there was nothing about it that seemed un-natural, or off-putting in the least.

In fact, I liked it. A lot. And I eagerly savoured and swallowed the delectable gift provided to me, after swirling it around with Ingrid’s saliva in my mouth. I hadn’t even seen Ruben’s reaction, but something inside me told me he enjoyed his half every bit as much as I did.

We mingled together like this for several minutes, petting with our girls, before hearing a car door slam in the distance. The girls peeked up over the edge of the umbrellas, giggling to themselves like teenagers, but could see nothing.

“So how was that, boys? Did you enjoy our little performance for you today?” Ruth asked.

“That was awesome!” Rube exclaimed. “I never expected you girls to go that far, that’s for sure.”

“I’m getting accustomed to being shocked with you Ingrid, but in a most delightful way I should add.”

“Well, maybe later, we can take it one step further,” Ingrid suggested, looking at Ruth and just winking.

“Whatever it is, I’m game,” I stated boldly, not really knowing what she might have in mind, but at this point, not the slightest bit concerned over it either.

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