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Ted Sullivan sat before his computer with his cock in his right hand, slowly masturbating. On the screen were three actors who he had first seen together more then a year ago. The woman, who was quite pretty, was slightly fat, with large tits, which were always wildly flapping as one or the other of the men pounded his cock into her red slash, surrounded by her black cunt hair.

He had watched the third tape of them so often that he knew what was said, verbatim. The older black man had said, “Jeannie, you have got the greatest cunt that a woman could have.”

“Oh, Calvin, you are just saying that. Your wife must have a nice pussy too, I’m sure.”

“Does your husband know just how hot a fuck you are woman?”

“Oh, I love my husband so. He is the most wonderful man in the world. But, only you, Calvin, can give me the orgasms that shake my whole body. I’m sure that if he knew that we get together that he would want me to enjoy you both. I don’t love either of you, but I need what only you two can give me.”

All this was said as the three undressed. The woman lie on the bed. The older black guy lies next to her and proceeded to passionately kiss her, while fondling her tits. The other black guy busied himself by lapping her red slash.

Ted knew that the older black guy had met the woman when he was the starting quarterback for Richmond’s Payton High School, and she was a cheerleader. The story was that on the senior class trip to Washington, she had gotten drunk. Calvin had taken her to his room, where she stayed until the next day. It was evident that Calvin had gotten to know her very well in the hours that they were alone together.

Ted remembered the conversation when the name of the other black guy came up. “God, Jeannie, is there no end to how long you want to fuck? I’m only human, woman, Christ, I’ve cum in you three times. Give me a chance to rest?”

“Calvin, I love your cock so. I wish that there was two of you?”

“What I should do is bring my younger brother along so that you get the kind of fucking a woman like you needs?”

Ted had carefully watched the woman’s face when she considered her answer. First, her eyes looked at Calvin’s eyes. A slow smile spread over her face. Ted knew that she was very bright, and did not want to appear too eager, but he knew instantly that she liked the idea of another randy, hot fucking, Blackman, with a long thick cock, servicing her wanton white body. “So, how old is your brother? And, would it hurt your feelings to share me?”

“I’m here for one reason. It is your cunt, baby. As long as you let me come in your sweet cunt three times when I’m here, I don’t care who else rides you. My brother’s name is Tony, and he is eighteen.”

From then on, Tony, been a regular in the videos that Ted watched, as he stroked his cock late at night. Ted took a long drink of the vodka and line juice he used to get drunk as he played with his cock.

He pulled the disk, and replaced it with the eighth video. It too he knew by heart. Calvin said, “You know Jeannie, my wife and I are swingers. Do you think that you can entice your husband to come to a swinger’s party? Has he ever had any black pussy?”

“Gee, Calvin, I don’t know if he is interested in doing that? He is sort of laid back. Also, I don’t know what he thinks of black people?”

“Well, I can tell you gaziantep escort that when a black woman fucks, it isn’t a-lie-there-like-a-log thing. A black woman humps up at her man hard and fast.”

“Sounds like your wife would tear my husband’s cock right off?”

“Huh, maybe. He sure would know that he was on a real woman.”

When Ted had first heard that conversation, he had pumped his cock so hard that when he came, the cum flew all over his chair, and some went onto the computer screen.

When his wife, Jeannie, asked him if he was interested in joining a swinger’s group, he carefully hid his excitement, and played the act that he was just doing it for her.

What Ted did not know is that Calvin had discovered his hidden camera, and line to his computer, the first day that he come to see Jeannie. All the dialogue was rehearsed. Peeking into his study, Jeannie had seen him masturbating as he watch she and Calvin fucking. When she had told Calvin, he had said, “If one black cock is exciting to him, two will drive him crazy. You know, Jeannie, if I bring my brother, your hubby will know for certain that what we have going on here is not a threat to him. We are just fucking, for the merry old hell of fucking.”

Calvin knew what he was talking about. For in fact, as soon as his wife was letting both Black men fuck her, Ted knew that she did not love either. And, he had just had his first fuck of a black woman. Lena, Calvin’s wife, was a generously endowed woman. Huge tits, and a squeezebox cunt that she used to all but tear his cock from his body. Good, God, Almighty, it is no wonder why all those Southern Bastards fucked their slaves all the time, if their pussies were as great as Lena’s.

Any time Ted passed a good-looking black woman, he leered at her, wondering just how good a fuck she might be. He liked black pussy. The last swinger’s party, he had fucked three black cunts.

At the same party, Calvin had kept track of Ted. He knew the little shit was hooked. There was no turning back now. He knew that Theodore would not object to anything that he did with his wife, as long as black cunts were dangled in front of his always-hard cock.

Calvin had told his poker buddies about the short, big tittied, ex-cheerleader that he had first fucked in Washington for five hours. They had laughed when he told them that even when she was engaged to be married that she kept phoning him, asking him to, “Come on over and visit me for a while?”

It was less than a month after she had married that his phone had rung.

“Yea, Calvin here.”

“Calvin, It’s Jeannie. My husband is out of town Tuesday and Wednesday nights. Would you like to visit me?”

He did. He had told Lena that he was going to go fuck the new bride. Lena didn’t care. Calvin knew that she was fucking her boss, Mr. McCluskey, who had just given her a seventy dollar a week raise. What Mr. McCluskey and Calvin didn’t know was that she was also fucking Walter Brown, one of the Vice Presidents, who had some serious meat, the kind that makes her black pussy sing. So, she had said to Calvin, “You go man. Give her pale white ass the kind of fucking that only a back man can, ya hear?”

Calvin’s poker buddies could not believe their ears. “Calvin, y’all just fucking with us, man. There isn’t a black konya escort woman alive that would encourage her man to go fuck a white cunt? Not one?”

“I’m giving you the straight shit, brother. I’ll tell you what. If you guys want, I’ll bring Jeannie, her husband, Ted, and my wife over here. You guys can fuck both women. Either one of them could take all the cock you five guys have and be wanting for more, let me tell y’all.”

“Why you bringing Ted?”

“‘Cause, you guys will laugh your ass off watching that little fucker humping away on my Lena. He can’t get enough of her hot pussy. I think that if I was to offer him a straight trade that he would jump at the chance. Besides, he will keep her busy while each of you hump that sweet, little, white pussy.”

Only Frank put up an objection. “I don’t know, Cal? The last couple times that I made it with a white gal, they put up a hell of a fuss, screaming out, “You’re hurting me, You’re hurting me.”

“Ah, Fuck head, Jeannie and my wife can take all the meat you’re packing. Fact is, my wife will cuss your ass out, if you blow your load before she has the big “O.” She will use bunts and double bunts, and things unknown to common cunts.”

“Alright, my asshole brothers, when do we want to meet with these two whores?” Big John said.

“Careful who you call whores,” Calvin retorted.

“Well, when?”

“Nine o’clock, next Saturday night?”

All said together, “Sounds good.”

Ben asked, “Is it okay if I bring my brothers?”

“Sure,” Calvin said. “I’m going to bring Tony. That will make it nine cocks. We need at least three more to keep both girls busy. You got anyone in mind, Big John?”

“Sure, I can get a couple guys from work. Don Franklin let us gangbang his wife a couple months ago. I owe him a favor.”

“What’s his wife look like?” Calvin asked.

“Tall red-head, big tits, has a cunt that could take a horse. I took her in the ass, twice. I lost count at the number of times that she cum. Don said that she wears him out. Told me to come over to fuck her anytime.”

Big John smiled. “You mean that if we all went over to this Don’s house that he would let us fuck his wife?”

Calvin cast John a quick look. “Yeah, but we should call him first. I don’t Know if they have any kids?”

“Well call his ass. If she can’t do it there, we can bring her here.”

Ring. Ring.

“Hello, Don Franklin.”

Hey Don, it’s Big John. I’m with some buddies. I told them about you telling me to come over and help you satisfy your lady. Is it okay for us to come visit?”

“Hold on, I’ll ask.” John could hear the conversation.

“Betty, are you interested in having some guys that I know from work come over her to be with you?”

“I would love to have them, but I have to work in the morning. It is ten thirty now. Tell them that they can come over, but that they will have to leave at midnight.”

Don relayed what Betty had said. Fifteen minutes later Calvin and his five poker buddies stood on Don Franklin’s doorstep. As Don opened the door, he said, “Betty is upstairs waiting for you.”

As they walked in to her bedroom, Betty, naked, took a long drag on her cigarette, and turned to face them. “You’re all black?”

“And hung,” said Big John.

“I like my men to be black kayseri escort and hung,” Betty said as Calvin’s finger slid home into her soggy cunt. Soon she was laying on her back on Big John, with his cock buried deeply in her ass. Benny was kneeling between her legs with his cock in her pussy. Calvin had her head turned to the side so that he could head fuck her. She was an active fuck. She sucked his cock, like he was the only one with her.

Incredibly, she was thrusting her ass up and down, even though she appeared to be trapped between the two men.

All four made guttural, animal sounds. “Ah, ah, ah, ah. Aaahhh.”

“Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh.”

As his cum splashed into her mouth, Calvin said, “Sweet mercy, woman, you give a world class blow job.”

He looked up to see Dan standing in the doorway, pumping his cock for all that he was worth. To him, Calvin said. “We are having a little party at my house next Saturday. Why don’t you and Betty come? You can have a go with my wife, and my fuck, a little white gal. We can gangbang your wife for you.”

“Sounds great. I’ve never had any black pussy.”

At the Sullivan house, Ted took the call from Calvin. “Hey Ted,” Calvin said in his deep baritone voice. I’m having several guys come to my house next Saturday. I’ve told them about our little arrangement. They all want to meet Jeannie. There will be my wife and a nice looking redhead there for you to play with.”

“Wow, Calvin, I sure do like to be with Lena. What time?”

“Nine. And Ted, I’m not going to fuck Jeannie Wednesday. I don’t want you fucking her this week either. I want her hot and horny for my friends. That okay with you, Buddy?”

“Anything you say, Calvin.”

Saturday was a cold, cloudy day, with freezing rain. It was the kind of day that a man wants to spend his time between the legs of a willing woman. For Betty, Lena, and Jeannie, the clocks seemed to be slow. Time hung. Jeannie had asked Ted to join her in the bedroom. Ted had said to her, “Calvin told me to not fuck you. He wants you hot and horny for the guys.”

“How many will be there?”

“I don’t know.”

Jeannie just guessed that there might be three or four guys.

Things got out of hand. Friends asked friends to come. When Calvin counted heads, he found that there were twenty-nine horny, young black guys, and two white husbands. Watching the husbands, Calvin laughed. Don had the attitude that anyone who wanted to fuck his wife could have her. Ted was scared that the thick, long, black shafts that disappeared into her little pink pussy would hurt his Jeannie. With her short waist, Calvin wondered where in her the cocks went.

After Don had fucked Lena, he walked over to Calvin. “Cal, I’ll bet that if we charge these guys forty bucks that they would gladly pay to have three women for a gangbang?”

“No a bad idea. You, I and Ted could split the money.”

“I’m game if you are. Let’s ask Ted?”

The three husbands conferred. Ted asked, “How much could we make?

Calvin thought for a minute. “If each woman took on twenty-five men a night, and we charge each guy half a hundred, each of us would make one thousand, two hundred and fifty bucks. We could do it on Saturday nights, and each of us would take turns hosting the parties, so no one would suspect they are anything other than parties.

That night when Don told Betty of the plan, she said, “I told you that Lena said Calvin would go for it hook, line and sinker. Jeannie told me last week that Ted would not go for it unless you and Calvin intimidated him into it. God, I can’t wait for next Saturday.”

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Bonnie didn’t know why He put her in the box. Normally He used it as part of her conditioning. Did He think she needed a refresher? A stream of questions began running through her head.

He built the Sensory Deprivation Box off an experience he had back when he had had a cast on his arm. When it was removed, his arm was very sensitive to the touch. The slightest breeze over it felt as if a hurricane was blowing. He did some research and found denial would influence sight and hearing the same way.

She remembered when he built it. He had done all kinds of measurements of her lying on a table. Her arms by her sides but not touching her sides and her legs slightly spread.

One day, He came home with lumber and what looked like foam mattresses.

He had her lie down on the foam he had placed in the box he built, in the same position he had had her in on the table when he was measuring and traced the profile of her body on the foam. Every now and again, he would have her lay in the cutout he was working into the foam.

When he was satisfied with the cutout, he laid more foam that covered her. He formed one side of it to compensate for her body contours and cut a hole out, freeing her nose and mouth. The hole aligned to holes he had drilled in the cover.

When the box is closed, the foam would press together to mold to her body. Other than the little bit of give the foam allowed she could not move. Although she could not move, she was very comfortable and she quickly lost any sense of time. So here she was, closed in a box, immobile, with almost no sense of smell, deaf and blind.

Her mind began to wander. She had the feeling of floating in the middle of a huge nothingness. Her thoughts were fading away, the answers to her questions un-important now. She flowed into the nothingness surrounding her – Thoughtless…

After a time – she had no idea how long; she thought she heard soft whispers. At first, she could not make them out and they were only a disturbance. Slowly though she began to understand what was being said, “Submit… Follow orders… Never say ‘no’…” before they would fade off again.

Another time she thought she understood, “Your’ body is not yours… You are His property… He will do with you as He pleases… Do as you are told… Submit… Never say ‘no’…” before the whispers faded again.

The pressure released from her body. The box had been opened. Bonnie came back to reality.

When the cover foam was raised, it felt like an arctic blast of air on her body. She wanted to shriek, but caught herself at the last second.

As he got her out of the box, the arctic blast of cold caught her backside to a second shock.

Though very much awake now, her mind was still numb from disorientation. Her mind had not yet started to speed up.

He waited.

It took a short time for the motor that was her mind to start and “Reset”. Everything was brighter. The sounds of the house were louder. The room smelled stuffy and the heat was even more intense now.

The sun was shining through the window and once her mind cleared a bit more, she realized she had been in the box at least the entire night.

Hr mersin escort grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, bending her into the box. Her face was in the cutout and the sensitive nipples of her 38 double D tits rubbed against the foam.

Only now did she realize that He had nothing on as He began stuffing His cock into her pussy. He quickly found his rhythm, pumping into her.

She was bracing herself on her forearms, His pumping made her tits swing back and forth, rubbing her nipples against the foam, making them even more sensitive than they already were.

From the intensified sense of feeling, she started building to orgasm even faster than she normally would so it did not take long before she was grinding into Him, begging, “May I cum, Sir?”

“No, hold it, slut,” he commanded.

He knew she was on a “Feeling Trip” spending eight hours in the box but wanted her super sensitive for what he had planned for her today.

Bonnie fought. She was going crazy. Just getting out of the box, everything was extreme. By the time he dumped His load into her, she had come very close to breaking His command.

His load was not very good after the explosion that he had last night but that was not the point. He wanted her as sensitive as he could get her.

He had her clean him the same way he had last night, massaging him to get the last drops out of his tube and put her in the box, closed the lid and went to shower.

When he finished, he got her back out of the box to have her get ready, telling her also to wash out the inside of her pussy.

During her shower, the water feeling intense, she douched. The water streaming into her pussy almost made her cum.

When she came out, He had laid clothing out for her to put on.

After she got it on, he inspected her look. He wanted her to look like a street whore, knowing the look made her feel un-comfortable.

Her top was white with a deep V-neck, showing off lots of cleavage and so short that it barley covered her nipples – showing off lots of under-boob. The material was thin enough that the brown of her nipples shimmered through.

Her skirt was black and as short as the one she had worn to the bar. Barely long enough to cover her shaved pussy while standing and showing off the underside of her ass quite nicely. Underneath she was bare assed.

He had her put on tight black patent-leather knee-high stiletto boots to finish the look of her clothing.

Not wanting her long, bottom of the ass cheek, straight strawberry blond hair to hide anything, he had her do her hair in a farmer’s braid. This could be moved from side to side as needed later.

When she had gone out to the car to go to the bar, it was dark and she felt like she had hundreds of eyes from the neighbors looking at her. Now the sun was out and it felt like millions. She turned beet red even before she went out the door. He just smiled inside, knowing that it actually turned her on – making her even more sensitive.

Once in the car, he had her hike her skirt up and keep her legs spread. Her hands were not to leave the seat. kocaeli escort Then he blindfolded her so she could not know if she was being ogled, hence, she had the feeling of being ogled the whole time.

As they were driving, he kept his free hand busy stroking her pussy lips and playing with her tits. By the time they got to where they were going, she was squirming.

He got out of the car and opened the door for her, getting her out and led the way. As they were getting close to the entrance, he said to her, “These are friends of mine. While here, you refer to me as “Master”. You will refer to the others as “Sir”. You will remain silent unless you are asked a direct question. Regardless from whom you get an order or instruction from, you will follow it unless I tell you differently. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.” she obediently answered, already getting more wet than she already was from Him playing with her in the car.

“So that was it…I am going to get passed around.” she thought.

She had been passed around before, but He had not done it so secretive. He had packed her bare assed in the trunk of the car, brought her to a BDSM club, and dressed her there – if at all.

As soon as they got inside, he ordered her to strip, leaving only the blindfold on and get in position.

During this, he made his greetings and a little small talk.

After Bonnie was bare assed, she assumed her position, placing her feet shoulder length apart. Bending at the waist until her upper body is parallel to the floor, keeping her legs straight. She reached behind her and pulled her ass cheeks wide apart, making sure she opened her ass and pussy. Then she picked her head up and opened her mouth.

“Turn real slow, don’t stop” he ordered her and slapped her hard on the ass, leaving a red hand on it. She jumped a bit more than she normally did when startled and began to turn, displaying her from all angles to her un-seen audience.

“Looks like you still got your’ fuck meat,” Bonnie heard somebody say from right in front of her.

“Yeah,” he said, “but I’m looking to freshen things up. It’s been a long time and I need some spice. That’s why I brought her to you today. Had her in the box all night and been teasing the fuck out of her all morning getting her sensitive. Want to get her ringed for a leash or weights, nose, tits an’ clit hood and I want her to feel every bit of it.”

As he said “Ringed”, Bonnie’s eyes got wide under the blindfold. She almost dropped a step while turning, just catching herself.

“I can’t pay you much, but I think we can come to terms,” reaching his hand down to her open ass, shaking it vigorously.

She heard the voice say, “I don’t want your’ money, but it’ll cost you four. For me and the other three here. Since you have her all steamed up, I think I can help you with your plan of her feeling it – but that’ll cost a rack of beer along side.”

“Done,” he agreed.

Bonnie lie down flat on a padded table and her legs were put up, as they would be at the Gynecologists.

She felt many hands playing with her body. Grabbing and pinching as samsun escort they inspected her. Fingers went inside all her holes, fucking her.

She was pulled up so her head no longer had any support, forcing her to let it hang back.

She felt restraints put on her. Her arms were bound to the tabletop. Wider straps were put over her chest, just above and right below her tits. Another wide strap over her hips and her legs were bound to the supports holding them up. Finally, she felt a strap across her forehead, pulling it back more and forcing her to open her mouth.

“All right, Gentlemen. We are going to do a “Special” for the Customer. He wants her to feel it, so we are going to do four at the same time. Each of you get a tool, and at the count of three, we drill,” said a different voice this time.

“Fred, you got her nose, so don’t fuck up and make it bleed. Her head is tied, so she’ll choke,” the voice explained.

“We’ll cauterize her so they can be used right away, within reason. That’ll keep the bleeding down if you tug. It will still take time to heal, but you can lead her on a leash,” the voice continued.

“One…Two…Three…” and Bonnie passed out.

When she woke up, she didn’t know if she had passed out from pain or anxiety, but it didn’t matter. She was still tied as she was before. The only difference was that her “new holes” burned.

She heard Master saying, “…back to the living, I see.”

After a minute or two, she was with it enough to feel the many hands pawing her body.

She felt a cock go down her throat. As the balls touched her new nose ring, she winced back.

The side of her 38 double D tit was slapped. “Don’t move, bitch,” came Masters voice. The shaking of her tit hurt more than the slap, although she knew she had been slapped hard. She resolved to stay still.

Another cock went up her, somehow already greased, ass. As that cock plummeted, it rocked her forward, shoving the cock in her mouth deeper down her throat.

All the time she was being shaken back and forth from the cocks pumping her, her new piercings ached and burned. She had to concentrate not to move as Master had ordered.

Her hands were released and each was filled with a cock. She closed her fingers around them and masturbated them.

After a short time, all four cocks were pulled out of her reach, only to be replaced a second later. The cocks in her hands were now wet, so she assumed the men had rotated.

“Nye Ah un, asser?” she mumbled through the cock in her mouth.

Master answered, “You’ve been a good cunt. Cum yourself out.”

She came. Because of being over-sensitized, she squirted all over the cock in her pussy.

All three holes were stuffed by the time they were through. Bonnie ached, her rings burned but after they released her, she had to clean all of them orally.

He was happy with the new rings and didn’t know why he hadn’t done this earlier in their relationship. After getting her dressed, he tied her hands behind her back with her farmer’s braid.

Placing chains on her tit and clit rings, he jiggled them a little just to watch her wince. He led her around the room. Thanked his friends and led her out to the car, careless to anyone that may see chains protruding from her barely there clothing.

Just before he had her get in the car, he released her hands. Ordered her to sit the same way as when they had driven there and played with her sore pussy and tits on the way home.

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In an instant, my world went as silent as my own voice. We stood, Jim and I, looking at each other in the garden, while the planets ceased to rotate around us as if they, too, were waiting for this singular issue to resolve into focus.

I looked up at my friend, and just above his tear stained face, a silver strand glinted in the golden afternoon light, and as if choreographer by a cosmic comedian, a gigantic brown garden spider dropped gracefully and silently onto Jim’s left shoulder.

If there is one chink in my shining knight’s glorious armor, it is spiders. I have seen James Edward Owens face down carjackers. I have watched as he converted belligerent drunks into new friends, and I have even seen him put my mom in her place when she went too far in her criticisms of me. He is absolutely powerless against spiders, however, and has been known to cower far behind me as I slip a drinking glass over an eight legged offender and transport it outdoors.

In the flick of an eyelash, our magical moment of reconciliation was transformed into a Three Stooges movie. Jim was looking deeply into my eyes, and when they traveled to the spider descending onto his shirt, he tracked their target. With observation comes comprehension, and comprehension is followed by action.

Instead of tilting at windmills, my knight became one. As his two eyes met the spider’s ten, a sharp, high pitched keening issued forth, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t from the spider. Jim’s right arm began to flail at his left shoulder, not actually touching it, while his left arm just stuck out in front of him and flapped.

He spun to his left, eyes wildly searching for his nemesis as he turned, arms still wind milling randomly. By this time, I had seen the spider rappel to safety and crawl into a Japanese maple at the edge of the path.

I moved toward Jim, waving my stumps and jumping to get his attention. I said his name several times, but in the excitement, I forgot all about my trach, so of course no sound came out. I pulled air into my stomach and croaked, “Stop!”

Jim coasted to a stop, noting at last that the spider was gone. He looked at me sheepishly, his breath coming in rapid gasps. I smiled a little, shaking my head a little at my brave hero. His smile got broader, and he started to chuckle and then to laugh. It was such a ludicrous moment that I started to laugh too. It started as a little hiss under my chin, and soon I had my head against his chest and my stumps were beating softly against him and he was holding me. Imagine a 95 pound snake laughing, and that’s what you’d have heard underneath Jim’s guffaws. He held onto my waist and we laughed some more. My eyes met his and our foreheads touched.

It felt so good to be happy.

“Can you ever forgive me for that book, Ann?” Jim said softly.

“I already…have.” I replied. “I didn’t mean…to leave it…out like that…and I’m sorry…you got so…upset.”

“It’s okay. It was on my list of things to go over this week anyway.”

Very, very slowly, our lips touched, and we shared one of those kisses you only get a few of in your whole life. The kind where your lips say everything your heart is thinking. Let me tell you right away that as awful as having a permanent trach can be, kissing is a serious benefit.

I leaned into Jim and stroked the side of his face with my long stump. He responded with a reflexive squeeze of my ass, as well as a deep moan. My nipples ached and pounded with my pulse, and I rubbed them from side to side on his chest as he looked down at the projections they made in the soft bamboo shirt. Jim pulled my hips toward him, my big clit buzzing like a hornet when it bumped his jeans. I put my lips next to his ear and began to speak, using nothing but the sound of the saliva moving around in my mouth to form my words. I was pretty sure some of them were totally unintelligible, but he seemed to listen very carefully as I told him how hot he was, and how I was going to fulfill every little dream he’d ever had. I took a step back, shook my chest a little, slid my stump alongside my right tit, bending the huge nipple as my arm slid past it, and licked a circle around the end of my right stump.

Jim stared at me with glazed eyes, and then he gasped and came in his pants.

Okay ladies, how many of you can say that you are so appealing to your man that he cums just from looking at you? I have to tell you that it is about the biggest ego boost you could ever imagine. I was stunned, and suddenly I realized that I was the walking fulfillment of every sexual dream this man had ever had, and that knowledge changed everything.

I turned my right side to him and beckoned urfa escort with my stump for him to follow me. I walked carefully across the black stones of the patio, following the pools of light left by the low voltage canisters. I hadn’t been in heels since I’d lost my arms, and it was all I could do to walk on the uneven surface, let alone put the sway in my hips that I knew turned Jim on. Then I remembered that I possessed a new set of toys, and I began to swing my stumps as if there were still arms hanging from them. As I passed under an archway wreathed in blooming wisteria, Jim caught up to me and put his hands gently on my arm stumps. He bent and breathed gently into my ear, his teeth clicking on the 00 gauge glass plug in my lobe. His hands cupped my tender stubs gently, rolling the skin lightly as I made little circles with them.

“I can feel the bones moving inside your skin,” he whispered.

I sighed in contentment as his hands slid down my ribs and came up in front, a swollen nipple in each. As he pulled and twisted lightly, an ancient rhythm overtook my hips, causing them to pump and circle slowly.

His right hand slid below my skirt and he took my clit between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled it straight out, and I was able to look down and see it, glistening wetly as it slid out of its hood. His middle finger curled under me and he released my clit. I moaned silently as his finger drew a strand of my moisture out three inches, until it sagged and broke, leaving a pearl of fluid hanging from it on a delicate tether. He brought it to my mouth, and looked at me as he dropped it on my tongue. I tasted musky and tart.

Ann stood before me as my mind processed her words. She’d forgiven me! I looked at my best friend and lover. She stood before me in a soft green sleeveless shirt, breasts offered to me on an open shelf bra, huge nipples trying to pierce their way through the delicate material of the shirt. A mini skirt enveloped her lush hips in satin, and her erect clit was outlined in the material. Her beautiful legs strained against her three inch heels, lovely ankles flexing to keep her balanced. Annie’s face was angelic, deep red lips quivering slightly with emotion, her eyes damp with tears. Her eyes pleaded with me for understanding.

And then, her gaze shifted. My eyes followed her to my shoulder, where a spider the size of a patio umbrella focused his ten bloodshot eyes on me, unfolded his bloody four inch fangs and said, “BOO!”

I really don’t remember much about what happened after that, and my dear love Ann is no help recounting the tale at all. One mention of the event, and she dissolves into fits of giggles, but more on that later. I do remember the world spinning out of control as I tried to pry the spider’s immense fangs out of my neck before it dissolved my internal workings into juice and sucked me hollow.

Or not.

As you may have guessed, I am a total weenie when it comes to spiders, and Ann knows it.

So, somewhere in about my fifteenth revolution, I realize that Ann is jumping up and down, trying to get my attention. Under normal circumstances, Ann jumping up and down is an event to sell tickets for. I mean, her tits are more spectacular than any I have ever seen. They are really big, and they move like they are alive. Her nipples are placed low on her boobs, which she hates, but they are so big and dark that I can’t get enough of them. Constantly erect, she tries fruitlessly to hide them in padded bras. But not tonight; tonight they are in a shelf bra she hardly ever wears, displayed for me to see under a sleeveless shirt so thin it looks painted on. As she bounces, her stumps flail on their own, a devotees wet dream on three inch heels. Her ruby lips are moving, but I can’t hear anything but my heart trying to leap out of my chest, and my own girlish squealing.

“Stop!” she finally croaked.

I stand still, panting from the exertion of running for my life. The spider has slunk away somewhere, possibly in search of a small mastodon to drain, and now I’m embarrassed.

Ann’s head tilts into a familiar pose and the little grin begins. I start to laugh at myself, and soon, Annie is grinning and that little noise is coming out of her stoma. She does not seem to be self conscious of it like before, and pretty soon, she is bent over, laughing her ass off, but I can barely hear her. I move to be near her and take her by the hips, feeling at that moment that she has no panties on. She rests her head on my chest, and her little arms are patting me gently, affectionately. I bent to be at her level and put my head against hers as our eyes met.

We balıkesir escort spoke apologies and assurances to each other, and then she tipped her lips up to me and we kissed. For a little while it was as sweet and loving a kiss as I’d ever received, one for the record books. And then it changed. Her lips became more insistent, and I felt her long stump begin to caress my face, as sexy a feeling as I could imagine. I grabbed her magnificent ass and pulled her to me, heard her intake of air and saw her grimace in pleasure as her big clit bumped against my jeans.

Ann slid her face over to my ear and my dick got even harder as I realized that she was trying to talk dirty to me! She was not using her esophageal speech, just the sounds of the saliva moving around inside her mouth. I could only understand certain words, but it was so fucking erotic that I felt my balls tighten. My little girl backed up, slid her tongue out and slid it across her lower lip from left to right. With a roll of her shoulders that made her tits sway, she stretched her stump and tongue toward each other until they touched, and then licked around the end as she looked up at me. My vision blurred, and I shot a huge load of cum into my pants!

When my eyes were able to open and uncross, Ann was looking into them with triumph and lust. She turned toward the house, and the motion of her right stump made it clear that I was supposed to follow (like wild horses could have prevented it).

Her walk in heels has always been amazing, but coupled with the sway of her hips and the twitching of her little arms, I had to catch up and touch her. I slid my arms around her and held her stumps gently, reveling as she rolled them around, moving the humerus bones inside the loose skin. I told her how sexy it was, then nibbled on her earlobe, resisting the urge to suck the glass plug out and run my tongue around the inside of the 11mm hole.

My hands found her nips again, and then one slid to her clit. Projecting off of her pubic bone like a fleshy hood ornament, I held it like a little cock and stretched it out away from her pussy, feeling it pulsing beneath its hood. I pinched it rhythmically, and soon her hips found the rhythm.

The scent of her humid dampness reached my nose, and I dipped my middle finger between her fleshy lips. A string of mucous joined my finger to her, and I raised my hand to her lips, dropping a sample onto her tongue.

I opened her skirt and let it drop to the ground, then pulled her top off over her head. She shook her head and, looking over her shoulder, began to walk to the back door. I stood, paralyzed by the sight of her naked ass in the heels as she walked. She stopped, turned. She started back to me, her runway model walk launching her breasts into lewd, lovely orbits.

“Like what you…see, mister?” she burped.

“Like nothing I’ve ever seen before.” I answered. I kissed her again, our tongues swirling, and then unfastened her bra, letting it fall until it caught on her outstretched stumps. One at a time, she lowered them, until the bra fell and her breasts coasted to a stop. She resumed her walk, circling the pool, while I got harder and harder, watching all her various naughty bits in motion. Her stumps were constantly in motion, and her breasts were unbelievable to watch. As she completed her lap of the pool, I was totally erect again.

The transformation of Ann into an even more outgoing person than before the accident was thrilling, and puzzling all at the same time. I didn’t understand it, but I also wasn’t going to question it.

As she stood modeling for me, I stepped up to her and took her clit between my fingers and led her through the back door. Her breathing was rapid, and her eyes dropped to half mast as I led her through the kitchen and down the hall. As we entered the bedroom, she slowed and stopped. I released her and turned. She pointed with her littlest stump and I sat on the bed.

Jim reached around from behind me and unfastened my skirt, dropped it to the ground, and then he pulled my shirt over my head. As soon as it cleared my face, I walked a couple of steps toward the house, and then turned and pranced back toward him, making sure my breasts bobbled as I walked. I asked him if he liked what he saw, and he made the appropriate smitten comments. He drew me into a kiss, and unhooked my bra while we were close. I raised my stumps and caught the bra before it fell, then let it drop off one arm at a time. My boobs swung for a while, and then stopped, Jim’s eyes locked on them. I decided to take a lap around the pool, just to draw out the anticipation trabzon escort a little. I really threw myself into it, doing the Victoria’s Secret strut. My boobs were almost wild, and my stumps were definitely online as well. I stood in front of him again and hit a pose, and less than a second later, Jim was using my clit as a handle, and we were headed for the bedroom. I was almost ready to cum when Jim released me. I pointed to the bed and he sat, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants.

Slipping out of my shoes, I took his belt in my toes and managed to undo it. The little hopping steps I was forced to take really allowed me to accentuate my handicaps for Jim, and his face absolutely shone in wonder. I undid his slacks with my mouth, and he stood, stepping out of his pants. I slid my right stump into his boxers and pulled them down until they dropped, then pushed him back down with gentle pressure on his chest with my littlest stump.

Jim looked at me with an intensity I had never seen before. He was aware of my tiniest movements, so acute was his gaze. My shoulders had certainly softened in the past few weeks, but my stumps still occasionally anticipated the movements of my missing arms and moved entirely on their own. I envisioned my hands taking Jim’s penis in a loving grasp, watching in my peripheral vision as my little armlets made stroking motions. I kneeled in front of him and leaned forward. Bracing my stumps on his thighs, I kissed his cock just once, then moved forward and blew hot air onto him from my stoma. He shuddered in pleasure, and as he closed his eyes, I took him completely into my mouth in one swift movement, bumping my nose on his stomach as I ate him.

“Aah!” he crowed, completely surprised. I pulled my head back and looked at him as I licked him gently, then slammed my head back down on him. I left my face buried in his groin and began to attempt to swallow him, my throat muscles pulling him in. He reached around and put his hand on my throat, touching my skin as he felt his cock plunging in and out of my neck. My right stump caressed his balls, and as I felt them draw up, I lifted my head off him and stood.

I leaned toward him and began to fumble at his shirt buttons with my stumps. I was pretty sure I had the ability to undo them, but I admit to making a big deal out of fumbling and pretending to be frustrated. Jim wasn’t helping by twisting my nipples and flicking my clit. I finally got him undone, and slid the shirt down his arms.

He smelled male, and he smelled like sex. I bent forward, almost overbalancing since I had no way to support my upper body, until my forehead touched his. My breasts raked so, so slowly across his chest, and I could feel each hair through my hypersensitive nipples. Jim cupped my shoulders in his hands, merely counterbalancing me as I moved. I slid forward until his cock rested insistently against my ass, and a quick squirm moved it to the entrance of my pussy. I pushed, and it slid home in one smooth stroke. I sighed contentedly, and it actually sounded like a sigh. I sat up and felt the pressure shift to the front wall of my vagina and onto the spongy pad of tissue that formed my G-spot. Jim knew what I was doing, and his hips began to dance up and down about an inch, and I felt the warm gentle pinch of a G-spot orgasm swirling around my pelvis. Just as my hips began to complement Jim’s in motion, he took my nipples in his fingers and pulled gently outward, stretching my breasts away from me. Out of absolutely nowhere, my vagina clenched and an earth-shattering orgasm swept me. I shouted silent words of passion as the heat claimed me, my breath blowing hot against the bottom of my chin. Jim took my hips in his big hands and began to lift and drop me on his cock. I tensed my legs to help him, and my teeth bared in a grimace of lust as I met his eyes with mine. Between us, my breasts began to lope to their own rhythm, slapping against my tummy on the rebound. Always before at this point, I would have cupped them in my hands, both to stop the jarring motion from hurting, and to pull my nipples between my fingers. As I bounced on his dick, Jim stared at my tits as they leapt as if trying to escape from my chest, then looked at my stumps, which were flailing just as wildly.

Little grunts began to escape from my mouth as I bounced, literally generated by the motion of my body. Rather than let them go to waste, I began to use them to whisper.

“Oh….Jim…this…is…the…great…est…sex…in…the…world…I…love…you…so…much…don’t…slow…down…I’m…cum…ming…fuck…me…ba…by…fuck…me…fuck…me!”

With an animal-like sound, Jim erupted deep inside my body, and the feeling of it pushed me over the edge as well. I came so hard my teeth hurt.

I fell off of Jim onto my left side. We lay on the bed facing each other, smiling. My little left stump disappeared into the mattress under me, and I lay my head on Jim’s outstretched bicep without another arm between us. It was strangely pleasant and intimate, and we soon slept.

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The next couple of months flew by. Ember took to her new role quickly. And why shouldn’t she? I paid her two grand a week just for breathing. Hey, I know it sounds like a lot, but consider the alternative. I know you already know what I’m talking about.

Our problems had healed as completely as the bruise on Ember’s cheek. She merrily went about the business of cooking, cleaning and shopping.

Domestic, oppressive bullshit, you say? Real women aren’t chained to the kitchen nowadays? Yeah, I know. I used to pay people to do that stuff for me. Well, she didn’t like the idea of complete strangers traipsing around her home. Her words, not mine. She made me dismiss all of the help except for a cleaning service that was to come in once a month to do a complete top to bottom on all seven buildings. Believe me when I say that she watched these people closely. Not one for trust, my little Asian doll.

So did our days pass, full, and happy. Well, kind of happy. You see, though she’d get me off anytime I asked — and sometimes when I didn’t! — I still hadn’t done anything with her. No anal, no half and half, nothing. Just hand jobs. Mind blowing, top-tier hand jobs, mind you, but boring after awhile. Just like the way top sirloin starts to taste like Salisbury steak after the third straight month of it for supper.

This, my friends, made me woefully unhappy. I like to know that I am getting my money’s worth. With Ember, I felt shortchanged. But I had plans in the works to change all of this.

My scheming began the first Saturday the cleaners arrived. Ember had noted that they steered clear of the basement. I rescued the fellows from an unwarranted blast of shit from my beautiful Japanese taskmistress by intervening on their behalf.

“Ember, they have instructions to stay out of the basement.”

She dismissed the help with a wave of her petite hand. They scuttled away quickly, like insects from under a suddenly lifted stone. “Why? Do you not wish it cleaned?”

“It’s my private space. I’ll clean it, if required.”

“I see.” Ember left, off to supervise the cleaners. I smiled to myself. I had planted the seed. Now to add water and sun to allow it to sprout.

For almost two weeks I heard nothing more on the subject. Then, without warning, Ember cornered me in the backyard. So began the Great Asian Inquisition.

“You do no work, Andrew. How is it that you can afford me?” Her furrowed brow and pursed lips betrayed her annoyance even more sharply than her acid tone did. Ember oozed unhappiness like a swamp did methane. I recoiled from the bitterness that assailed my senses.

Shit. She was in one of those moods.

Today Ember wore a green dress, gathered at the waist by a braided, pale yellow belt. Black, strappy, Grecian-laced calf-high sandals adorned her petite feet. Her globular, firm breasts made pleasing mounds in the tight fitting bodice of the dress. As usual, she wore little makeup. Her natural beauty needed no enhancement. Her thick, jet black hair fell around her shoulders, framing her narrow face. Impenetrable almond-shaped eyes regarded me closely. Her bee-stung lips pursed tightly in thought. This was a woman who wouldn’t tolerate being fucked around with. Not today, at least.

“I manage,” I said cryptically.

“So I see. How do you manage?”

“Very well, actually.”

“You mock me.” Ember strolled over to me and ran her lithe fingers across my cheek. Suddenly, before I could react, her tiny hand grasped a clump of my dreadlocks in a death grip. Her other hand latched onto my little son sleeping peacefully in my trousers. She squeezed.

“It is not right to keep secrets from me, Andrew Grissolm.” The pressure on my gonads increased. My balls screamed in protest.

“Christ, Ember. Stop that, girl!” I made to remove her hand from my groin, but a sharp tug from her golden grip stopped me short. Here I was, a six-foot plus, 230 pound black wall of solid muscle being manhandled by a petite Japanese woman who weighed next to nothing. I would’ve laughed if it wasn’t my nuts being smeared into peanut butter.

“Shit, I give,” I said, laughing through my tears. She slackened her grip on my nuts. She didn’t release my hair, though.

“I’m an artist and photographer.”

“An artist, you say?” She considered this for a few moments. “This I can believe. You do have an artist’s soul. However,” she tugged a handful of my dreadlocks sharply, “few artists can live like you do. What else do you do?”

“Well, let me show you. Let’s go to the basement.”

“You work down there?”

“I do. Come down and see.” I allowed her to lead me inside the house and to the basement door. I punched in the combination on the digital lock, and opened it. I made no attempt to conceal the sequence from her. I watched her lips move silently, repeating the key sequence over and over. “Don’t strain your brain, Kitten. I’m going to reprogram the lock as soon as we come back up.” This earned me a scathing glare and another sharp tug on the mardin escort dreads.

One day, I’d learn to shut the fuck up.

Down we went. We passed many doors, all of them locked just as the door to the basement had been. I led her to the photography studio.I opened up the room. Inside was sound and light equipment, a darkroom, a PC with all of the necessary peripherals and software, camera backdrops and props, and other such equipment. I turned to her. “See? Photography. That is my medium of choice.”

“What could you be photographing to make you so wealthy? State secrets?”

She had a quick mind. I had counted on that. “Let me show you.” I strode over to the computer and turned it on. I selected a disc at random from the spindles that covered the desk and dropped it into the CD-ROM drive. I motioned for Ember to sit down. She did so, finally releasing my hair. I didn’t doubt that she’d run me down like a drunkard through a busy intersection at happy hour if I made a dash for the door, though. She split her attention between the monitor screen and me. Once the PC booted up, I initiated the picture slide show program. I configured it to change images once every three seconds. I parked myself about three yards away, well out of hair-grabbing range.

The presentation started out pretty tame, featuring girls in fetish gear. Lots of PVC and leather, latex and surgical steel. Kinky looking and incredibly sexy, but still pretty vanilla stuff. As the slides progressed, the images got a tad harder in nature. Partial and full immobilization. Tight bondage and mummification. Tit torture. Suspension. Of course, the requisite spankings and canings were well represented. All the funky stuff that people love to watch, if not participate in. I loved participating in severe kink, personally.

But did she? That is what I wanted to discover.

Ember’s eyes didn’t leave the screen. I couldn’t tell what she thought. Would she accept this, or be totally turned off? Sure, she used to whore for living, but Ember remained the most ethical person I had ever encountered. What would she think?

“Andrew,” she said as she turned towards me. “Please come here.” She motioned me over towards her. I went over and looked at the screen. A blond woman was on her knees in front of a black man who grasped her by the hair. She choked around a large mouthful of ebony cock. Her mouth stretched around it, the orifice jammed so full it looked like her jaw would dislocate. About two inches of cock projected out of her stretched lips. The man’s heavily scarred body marked him. I winced inwardly. Maybe she’d not notice?

Yeah. Sure.

The woman wore a Baby-D collar, a crimson leather band with D-ring accents around her neck. A leather blindfold obscured her vision. The tight lacings of her opera gloves kept her arms pinioned behind her back. Her tight, red leather body harness crisscrossed her body in an intricate web of leather and steel O-Rings. Fishnet stockings and jet, six inch heeled pumps adorned her perfectly moulded legs and feet. Her ass cheeks and breasts glowed a vibrant red, a scarlet brighter than her leather accessories. Her abused flesh sported the marks from a recent paddling.

Fuck. I’d forgotten all about those. I had taken part in that photo shoot. That blonde, Alicia, had been so foxy that I couldn’t resist her. She’d been bragging that she could handle any cock. Well, I showed her! She only got half of my prick in her before she started to gag on it. By the time I pulled out of her, she had lost consciousness. I really enjoyed fucking the shit out of her. My cock twitched at the fond memories of her screams of delight. Oh yes. Alicia. That chick had been an intensity freak like no other. Pain was always a welcome visitor with her. I had ditched her within three days. I’d never cared much for blood sports. A man who wanted to live a long time had to stay away from that shit. Besides, Fate had sliced up my body enough. I’d be buggered if I let some doped up cunt cut me up for shits and giggles.

Ember’s voice dragged me out of my reverie. “Andrew. Is that black man you?”

My scars identified me like a thumbprint. It made no sense to lie. “Yeah. It is.”

Ember stared at the screen for a bit, and then flicked to the next picture. Action shots. Me ramming my cock in, then yanking my cock out. Alicia’s semi-conscious frame jostling under the violent thrusts from my anaconda. Alicia bound in a ceiling swing, getting her ass stretched by my four inch wide pile driver. Ember flipped through a few dozen more pictures before getting up from the computer. “Did you enjoy this woman?”

“Thoroughly. Are those of photos of a bored man?”

“She has truly poor technique. Are you fresh?”

I indicated that I was. Ember always insisted that I bathe before sex, even though she limited that to only hand jobs. She quickly shucked me of my pants, and then grasped my little son in her talented grip. She didn’t neglect my boys, either. van escort All my children basked in the glow of her affection. Before long, I was at maximum hardness, my cockhead a fat juicy plum, with two slightly smaller ones dangling underneath the shaft. I wish mere words could describe how wonderful her touch felt. Ember had skills like no other woman alive. Her stroke was as faint as a thought, as hot as unfulfilled desire. My prick resided in a happy, happy place. I shut my eyes and thrust my hips forward, content to savor her expert manual technique.

Imagine my shock when I felt her hot little mouth on the head of my cock. Her tongue worked around it feverishly, slicking it down with her saliva. My incredulous eyes popped open and looked down. I gazed upon the impossible.

Ember had her hands of my thighs, grabbing them tightly as she choked down my rod. No way could she take it all! I tapped her on the shoulder. “Ease up, Ember. You’ll hurt yourself.”

Her eyes blazed at me before snapping back to the penis that defied her. I suppose the injury was already done! Seeing Alicia gobbling my cock had shook something loose in her. She was out to show me what real dick sucking was all about.

Her desire raged strong within her, but Ember was constructed only of mortal flesh. Slowly, she eased off of my prick, grudgingly giving ground. She retained only the bulbous head of it in her mouth. She shifted her hands for my thighs to my waist, and held on tightly. “No fucking way … ” I began. Then she drove her face forward with a force that almost knocked me over. She swallowed my shaft right to the root. Her throat swelled up obscenely with my tool lodged inside there, like the gorget of a bullfrog about to croak. She held me in this position, breathing hard through her nose.

“Ember! Stop! You don’t have to do this.” She looked at me again, anger still flickering in her eyes. She kept her eyes locked on mine as she swallowed. Delightful ripples mashed my cock in her throat, sending me to oblivion. My pleasure mounted, vaulting ever higher. My legs buckled when she performed an unbelievable act. Tiny little Ember, with her face jammed full of four-inch diameter prick, slithered her long hot tongue out and prodded my balls with it. I’d never experienced such a thing. Fuck, I’d no idea it was even possible! Bloody incredible. The sensations and visuals sent me into a second realm of pleasure.

“God, Ember. You love feasting on me, don’t you?” I asked. “Yes. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Only you could do this for me. Only you.” My low, guttural voice had dropped into this whisper all on its own. Fuck. It was a miracle I could speak at all! I ran my fingers through her midnight-black, silken tresses. “You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you? Especially if you thought that another woman could do it better. Is this what drives you? The need to be the best lover I’ve ever had?” Her eyes changed. They softened, becoming those tender things a woman besotted by love or lust wore. The more I spoke to her, the more contented her gaze became.

Contented, and horny.

I worked my penis in and out of her throat, the visual stimulation as great as the tactile. Seeing her lips stretched so wide to accommodate me, then my dark brown meat vanishing into her face while her throat swelled up like the belly of a woman at nine months … man! It was something to see firsthand. I moved with a more rapid rhythm, and with increasing force. Her head rocked back and forth as I plunged in and out of her tight oral orifice.

“Yes, Ember. You’re mine, aren’t you? My own personal Japanese cum-slut. You crave my cock. My seed. Well, they’re all yours. Take them.” I shoved into her as hard as I could. Her eyes opened, lit with a fierce joy I’ve rarely seen in another human being. She salivated constantly, the thick streams of spittle running down her chin as I fucked her face wildly. God, how I loved doing this to her!

“Take it, Ember. Take it all!” My words, not my phallus, turned her into a naughty toy driven wild with sluttish abandon. That realization thrilled me. At last, I had found the key to Ms. Yoshikawa’s sexuality. Bet your sweet ass that I’d be sure to use it often.

I thrust into her once more, but did not withdraw. I wanted to push her boundaries back a bit. “Hold it in as long as you can,” I told her. “Milk me with your throat. When you can’t handle it any longer, tap my thighs with both hands. But know that the longer you hold it in, the more pleased that I’ll be with you. I’ll tap you on the shoulder in five minutes time, signaling the end of our play. Commence.”

Ember closed her eyes. Her throat relaxed on my thick member. Pacing herself, I figured. Fuck that. I wasn’t going to make things easy for her! Neither would I cheat. That wouldn’t be sporting. I’d limit my interference to speaking.

“Ah, Ember. You’re making me so very happy with your mouth. I hadn’t thought this possible for you. You’re so tiny. How could ankara escort I’ve thought you could handle cock this thick? It feels so good. Work that throat for me, Kitten. Milk me of my seed.”

Her throat tightened around me. It gave me a few quick pulses, then ceased. Her eyes flickered open, shooting stark disapproval at me before closing again. I chuckled. She was at war with herself. Ember had an overwhelming desire to please me, but also had overwhelming pride. She both wanted to satisfy my lust, and to satisfy her desire to beat me. By relaxing herself, she would easily last the five minutes. By making me come early, she’d guarantee my pleasure. In truth, either one was fine with me! I’d set up a classic win-win situation. The real question was which outcome would give her the most personal satisfaction?

I’d find out soon enough, I wagered.

I kept up the stream of dirty talk. Ember hiked up her green sun dress and diddled herself, perhaps to distract herself from the burning lump sitting lodged inside her throat. Imagine a big chunk of meat wedged in your throat, a lump that you couldn’t cough up or swallow. Fuck. Talk about miserable! I glanced at my watch. Three minutes, twenty seconds. Wow. Could she actually win this thing?

Her hand moved faster, flicking her clitoris. She pinched her nipples through the thin green crepe. Her throat worked with hard, involuntary squeezes, not the controlled contractions like before. Shit. She was gagging!

“Playtime is over, Ember. I’m pulling out.” I placed my hands on her shoulders and slowly pushed off of her. She contemptuously slapped my hands away. “Don’t you dare. I am going to win this thing,” her angry stare told me. She pressed back down on me, forcing my prick all the way down her ever-expanding throat.

I can’t tell you how proud I felt at that moment. I knew she was brazen and stubborn. I’d have to add courageous to the list. Only thirty seconds left. Her convulsions came faster. Hot tears streamed down her face, the thin rivulets collecting on her chin before dripping onto her breastbone and disappearing down her sundress. Ten seconds … nine … eight. Her motions became desperate. She splayed her fingers open on the sides of my thighs. The desire not to smack at my legs revealed itself through her shuddering limbs. Her hands opened and closed spasmodically on my legs. She’d give in shortly. What choice did she have? I could imagine the pain she was in, the overwhelming physical distress. I glanced at my watch once more. Time plus five. Time plus six.

Fuck me. She’d done it!

I lovingly ran my fingers through her thick hair. “You’ve beaten me, Ember. Time’s up.”

She yanked herself off of me. A thick cable of gooey spittle connected her lips to my rod. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her breath came in ragged gulps, her lungs greedily sucking in air denied to her for over five minutes. This liquid-pearl diver could put any pearl diver in the South Pacific to shame. What breath control she displayed! I gently kissed her forehead as I played with the long, soft black hair I loved so much. There was a reason I called her Kitten. “You’ve succeeded, Ember. You’ve exceeded all of my expectations. I’m extremely proud to have you.”

She looked up at me with her mischievous grin. “Then, I must claim my reward.” She stuck my prick back in her mouth and worked it over. This time it wasn’t solely deep throat. Her teeth, tongue and lips all got into the action. I found heaven at that moment. It existed in Ember’s warm, gripping mouth.

With talents like that, how could I hold back? She bore down on me with a vicious energy, nibbling around the corona of my glans while mashing my balls in her diminutive grip. My moans spurred her on to more creative efforts. A professionally manicured fingertip probed at the thick muscular doorway to my rectum, causing me no small discomfort. I shied away from her, inadvertently pushing more of myself into her mouth. She clamped down on me with her teeth. My sphincter reflexively tightened into a tight brown fist of muscle, then relaxed. She had waited for this.

Her finger shot forward, violating my virgin ass. She plowed her finger in and out of my ass hole without pity. That was it for me! I exploded, filling her firm tummy with my soul sauce. She greedily swallowed my ejaculate, drawing every last sperm out of me before pushing me away.

I fell back upon the ground, utterly spent. Ember leaped on top of me, sliding her bare crotch over my chest, coating it with a slickness all of her own devising. She rubbed her essence into my chest, as if it was the finest quality lotion. In this way, she marked me as her own. She leaned over my face, her hair masking the outer world from my view. My universe was now Ember, my entire world her inscrutable gaze.

“How do you feel, Ashe?”

“Fucking great!”

“No regrets?”

“None whatsoever.” I strained my head upwards, attempting to land a peck on her nose. She easily avoided my attempt at intimacy. Kitten felt aggressive! Best to slow down, and let her have her moment. She’d earned it.

“Then let this be the end of your brooding, Andrew Grissolm. I will do everything in my power to make you happy, and to keep you so. But I cannot help you if you refuse to tell me when you are troubled.”

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The name of the game is wicked fun. Got it? Cool. My name is Albert Stavros Xavier and I’m a young multi-racial man of Greek, Haitian-American and Puerto Rican descent living in the small town of Brockton, in the state of Massachusetts. I stand six feet five inches tall, with light bronze skin, lime-green eyes and long black hair. By day, I’m a Criminal Justice student at the University of Massachusetts, Amherst Campus. By night, I’m a first-rate sexual adventurer. I am also openly bisexual, for starters. Yes, there are openly bisexual men out there. And I like Hispanic men, white men and black women most of all. This right here is my story of getting by in the City of Champions.

Right now, I’m having fun with my sexually submissive African-American girlfriend Cara Janet Brown. Friends call her C.J. for short. She’s my kind of woman, folks. I like them to be around five feet ten inches tall, thick-bodied, busty and big-bottomed. I don’t like short women or skinny women. And I can’t stand women with flat chests and flat butts. Cara is very busty and big-bottomed, which is something I really like in a woman. Cara is also very dark-skinned, which I like. Her skin is jet-black and she’s the feistiest black woman I know. Which is precisely why I love dominating her so much. I’ve got a thing for dominating big black women. I don’t know why. I love to dominate black women, and make them worship me. I love to bring them to tears while fucking them. It’s just the way I get down.

Presently, Cara Brown is on all fours, licking my boots just like a good slave should. I hold her by the adana escort leash which is fixed to a leather collar around her neck. I had so much fun with her today. I smacked her around, then made her clean my house while completely naked. Cara and I are a perfect fit for each other. She’s a loud-mouthed, opinionated and quite frankly rude black woman who gets on everybody’s nerves. She’s a meter maid, need I say more? As it turns out, she’s a sexually submissive black female in need of some hardcore domination. I am more than happy to provide her with what she craves.

I’ve dominated many people over the years. Men and women. Blacks. Whites. Straights. Gays. Lesbians. Bisexuals. Transsexuals. Last week, I had a very fun session with a sexy white guy named Eric O‘Shea. This six-foot-three, blond-haired and green-eyed Irishman from Boston University had a thing for well-hung biracial studs like myself. He was a total sub. We had so much fun together. I made him kneel and suck my cock like cock sucking was going out of style. Watching Eric suck my nine-inch, uncircumcised Johnson turned me on like you would not believe. He sucked me until I came, then drank my manly substance. He was a very good cock sucker. Not that anyone would ever guess this about him if they saw him in his Rugby uniform.

Afterwards, I bent Eric over the kitchen table and slid my cock up his ass. I love fucking the ass. It doesn’t matter if I’m with a male or a female. The asshole is where it’s at. Once you’ve tried butt fucking, nothing else feels right. Anal sex eskişehir escort enthusiasts of both sexes and all races will back me up on this one. Eric howled as I began pounding his ass. I smacked his ass and continued fucking him. That’s what he gets for having such a delicious and seriously tempting ass. Eric was a real screamer. I pinched his nipples and bit his ear while ramming my cock deep into his tight asshole. I love making pretty guys like Eric scream. It’s what they deserve for being so damn pretty. I fucked his ass until I came. Then I made him suck me off again. He did everything I told him, just like a good submissive. We had fun together.

Anyhow, back to Cara Brown. After whipping her and bossing her around, I decided to fuck her. I put Cara on all fours and spread her plump butt cheeks wide open. I rubbed my cock against her puckered asshole, and pushed it inside. With a swift thrust, I went in. Cara’s shrill scream filled the house. Laughing, I grabbed hold of her wide hips and slammed my cock even deeper into her asshole. I love fucking big black women in the ass. I don’t know why. And I am not the only man, whether black or white, heterosexual or bisexual, who has such a desire or fantasy. Big black women like Cara Brown have fabulous behinds but their attitude problem and other issues leave a lot to be desired. Which is why so many black men seek happiness and love in the arms of women of other races. The black woman has no equal in beauty. Unfortunately, she also has no equal in rudeness, crudeness and bad behavior. sakarya escort That really and absolutely sucks, but what can you do?

Cara Brown’s asshole felt warm and tight around my cock. Just the way I like them. I’ve fucked many women and men in the ass over the years and by far, big black women and macho white men are my favorites. They got the tightest assholes around. While fucking Cara, I yanked her hair, pulling her head backwards. I whispered naughty things into her ear. I love calling her a filthy black slut and a cock sucking black whore from the hood while plunging my cock deep into her asshole. Tugging on her leash, I order her to answer me. Cara obediently begs me to fuck her ass some more since I am the master and she’s my worthless slut. Appeased by such a good answer, I continue to fuck her hard.

If you want your woman to behave, put her on all fours, put her on a leash and fuck her in the ass. Oh, and be sure to ask nicely first. I guarantee it’s going to transform the sexual and romantic nature of your relationship. Cara Janet Brown knows that I’m bisexual. Sometimes, I would rather hook up with a sexy man than spending time with her and she understands that. She plays by my rules. Since I am her master in and out of the bedroom. She specifically sought me out because she wanted to be dominated. She consents to my brand of fun and to my rules. The way it should be.

I absolutely love my slave. I love her sexy body. I love her keen mind. I love her fetching ways. And I absolutely love how she submits to me of her own free will to make me happy. Her asshole grips my cock like a vise. We rock until I cum, shooting my load deep into her asshole. Cara shrieked in sheer pleasure. I wrapped my arms around her and held her into place as an orgasm rocked us both. Afterwards, we remained like this. Entwined in love. A master and his slave. Happy at last. This is how we get down.

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I went to stay the summer with my uncle, his wife, and their two kids. They lived in a pretty large house with 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms(2 half baths two full baths), and a large swimming pool out back. I went to work at their restaurants to save up college money, and when they were working and I wasn’t I would watch their youngest son, so they wouldn’t need to find another babysitter. I was 18 and wanted to take a year off before college.

I had been at there house for a little bit under a month and would always notice my hot bodied aunt in sexy bikinis, which she had plenty of to keep me interested. It seemed as if she wore a hotter one that would show off her hot body even better than the last. She is 5’4″ dyes her hair blonde, has medium sized boobs that still don’t sag at 36, and a medium sized round firm ass that I could look at all day.

One day I was babysitting and she had just taken a shower before leaving to go to work. My little cousin was taking a nap, and I needed some type of relief, as I hadn’t had a lot of time to masturbate. So i walked into the master bathroom. It seemed that she took her panties off with her pants as they were still in her tight leggings from earlier, but the panties seemed to be a little bit shifted. So I figured I could put them in the same place they were in, back in her hamper. It was a pair of baby blue Pink brand panties, but they weren’t just any regular panties. This was a skin hugging thong. I later found out that all of her panties are thongs or g-strings, and vary from lacy to cotton feeling ones. My favorite pair of these was the first one I ever saw, one time when she bent over they peeked from under her pants. It was an orange lacy pair.

So I took the thong out of her hamper and felt a damp spot. I know it was wrong, but I took a sniff of the lovely scent of her sex. It smelled so sweet and I knew I needed more. I quickly ducked into the toilet room, which was separate from the sinks, shower, and bathtub. I wrapped her sexy panties around my 7″ cock and began to stroke it with the lubricant of her pussy juices. I continued to think of her hot ass that was just being squeezed by this sexy thong, and her moist pussy of which the juices were touching my dick. It didn’t take very long before I shot rope after rope into a tissue to not cause a mess in her sexy thong. I washed my hands and quickly put it back into place, and left to find that my cousin had just waken up from his nap.

I worked the next six days in a row. On the seventh day after my incident the same things happened, except my little cousin was just dropped off at school. I was completely bursa escort alone in the house after my aunt had just left after taking her shower. After I made sure she was gone, I went into the bathroom to grab her freshly coated thong. This time it was my favorite, the orange lacy thong. I quickly repeated the same events as the last week. I closed the door of the toilet room, and placed the thong on my dick. I began to rub in the lubricant of her lovely smelling pussy, and began to stroke. I closed my eyes and started imagining her hot ass. When the door suddenly opened. I opened my eyes and there was my sexy aunt with her leggings already pulled down.

“What are you doing with my panties?” she angrily asked.

*SHE HAD CAUGHT ME MASTURBATING WITH HER THONG*

“I am so sorry, you are so sexy and I haven’t had a girlfriend in 2 months”.

“That is no excuse for you to be masturbating with my panties, i’ll talk to you in a minute I have to pee.”

Her ass looked so hot in the tight black thong she was wearing, what was I thinking in that moment I don’t know. I heard every single drop of her pee hit the water, and I couldn’t control my dick from throbbing back up to full length.

“I understand your’e young and horny, but you should know that what your’e doing is wrong. You could have at least done it somewhere else, for instance in your bedroom. You used my favorite thong too”.

“That’s my favorite one of yours too, it’s the first pair I ever saw you wearing. I saw it one day out by the pool when you were bent over pulling weeds.”

“I do wear pretty extravagant bikinis, your’e probably just confused, because you see me and think of me as a hot young woman.”

“But you are a hot young woman, and I know I’m wrong for saying this, but your ass is perfect.”

“I feel like nobody has talked about me like that for 6 years. Your not to bad looking yourself. Next time just make sure to go somewhere else to do this. You were seconds away from seeing me completely naked.”

“Really… why are you home so early anyway.”

“I spilled a whole tray of beers down myself at work and just came home.”

The next few days when I walked out to get something for breakfast, I quickly noticed I could see her panty-clad ass. She wasn’t wearing any pants and a short shirt that only seemed to cover half of her ass. I didn’t know if she knew everyone in the house had already seen it like that or what. I just knew I liked it, and I couldn’t really control getting a boner every time.

*Three days later*

It was my malatya escort day off again, and I was back to my routine except I was doing it in my room upstairs now. I don’t think she knew I was home as I lent my car to one of my friends to use for the day. I heard a noise and figured it was just her, so I continued with my “project”. I felt my balls tighten, and in that moment she walked in with a laundry basket in just her bra and panties, but it was too late. Every single bit of my cum landed right on her face. I even think two ropes of it landed right in her mouth.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t expect you to come in here, I didn’t even know you were home.”

*spits out my cum* “I didn’t know you were home either. Where is your car? And why do you not have a tissue for all that, that was a lot of cum.”

“I had a tissue, you scared me when you suddenly opened the door.”

“Well I guess we are just going to have to find a way past this. What will help you to not have to jerk off all the time.

“If I had sex either regular or anal every once in a while, we wouldn’t run into this problem.”

“Well I’ll talk to you later I’m very distraught about all of this.”

The Next Week

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot, if I let you fuck me once a week, your’e saying that all of this will go away?”

*Instant Erection* “…”

“You thought I was serious, I was just kidding but if it helps you I will make that sacrifice. Plus you have a good 2 inches on your uncle, who hasn’t even touched me in a year and a half. I’m just as horny as you are.”

“That would be amazing, and I figured he couldn’t satisfy your perfection for forever.”

“We have the house to ourselves for at least 3 more hours, and I need your cock bad. Do you think you can cum twice in such little time.”

“Don’t worry about me, I could cum for you 20 times a day.”

She quickly stripped me down, as I unhooked her Purple lacy bra. Her tits were perfect sized with perfect pink pointy nipples, and like I said before still no sag. PERFECTION. Then I pushed her back on the bed, lifted her legs in the air, and slowly pulled down her sexy see-through thong. I finally saw her sexy landing strip waxed pussy. We slowly started making out fiercely as we had both been wanting sex for so long. I thought she was sexy before, but I don’t think i have ever been more hard then I was in that moment, I might have grown another inch at that point.

I slowly kissed my way down her body, down her neck, stopped for a second to play with her hard nipples, continued çanakkale escort my way down till I had kissed her vagina lips just once. I began to slowly lick the outside of her pussy, until i got a couple of moans, and then couldn’t stop myself from sticking my tongue and tasting her sweet juices for the first time. I began to eat her out slowly a first, and then picking up more speed and motivation, trying to give her multiple orgasms. I continued to eat her out for what felt like a minute. I felt the eruption as she grunted and closed her legs tightly around my head making me finish what I started. She covered me in her sweet nectar, which only made it better.

She then moved down to the end of the bed and tried to deep-throat my cock. When she first got down by my cock, she gave it a couple of licks like a Popsicle. She then licked around the head of my cock twice. She then barely stuck my cock in her mouth and began to swirl her tongue around my entire head. I have never felt someone be as good at sucking my cock as she was right then. Aunt Megan then attempted to swallow all 8″ of my cock, she got to 6 and came back up. On the second try she succeeded and it felt like she was swallowing me. She kept bobbing up and down like that for another 3-5 minutes, but that wasn’t getting me anywhere in the race to cum.

I flipped my aunt over onto her stomach and pulled her ass up into the air. I mean I thought her ass was perfect, so what better view than seeing it as I fucked her brains out. I was looking at her beautiful face and not paying attention as I accidentally shoved my big cock into her ass.

“No you can’t fuck me there yet, I’m an anal virgin we will try that later. I NEED your cock in me now.”

She grabbed my cock and slammed it into her surprisingly still tight pussy. She moaned super loud, and said “FUCK ME HARD”.

I complied as I started ruthlessly pounding into her moist cunt. She wasn’t kidding when she said it was a while for her, as she quickly came after what felt like 2 minutes.

“UUNNNNHHHH, OH MY GOOODDDDDD, THIS IS THE BEST ORGASM I’VE EVER HAD. OHHHH FUCKKKK”.

I wanted to see her face as we came together, so without sliding her off my dick I flipped her onto her back. She wanted to ride me this time so I rolled onto my back and quickly got her tight cunt back on my dick. My aunt couldn’t make it all the way back up my dick, so she got about 3/4 the way up it and slammed herself back down. Every time she would come down I would raise my hips up to slide even deeper inside her. I could already feel that I was going to cum soon, but she beat me to it once more. As she came she collapsed onto me, giving me no time to warn her that I was cumming, and I erupted inside her. There was so much cum that a whole puddle came out after my dick plopped out.

“I’m not on the pill next time you have to warn me, unless you don’t want to. I’m not gonna lie I loved you filling me up like that.”

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“Why would a Syrian diplomat do that?”

“Interesting question. Who knows what they will do???? Like the man says this thing is getting curiouser and curiouser. Tis a puzzlement.” Barns said laughing…..

“Huh! What man?” Asked Joseph.

“Oh sorry, it was from before your time. It was a quote from Yul Brynner when he played the King of Siam in ‘The King and I’. I think….”

Chapter 24

It was late Sunday morning when Fazzi’s limo drove up the long driveway and came to a stop at the front door of his palatial home. The chauffeur got out of the vehicle walked briskly around to the rear door and held it open for him. As he got out he could see his housekeeper, Summaya, coming down the steps to greet him.

“Sbaah El Kair, Good morning sir. Welcome home. Did you have a good flight?” she asked in Arabic. “Is the family well?”

“Yes they are fine and they send their regards to you. Mary says she really misses you and would love to have you come and work for her. Would you like that? Would you like to go out to Michigan and work for Mary and Kasemah again?”

“Sir, as much as I liked working for her and your daughter, my family and friends are all here in New Jersey and I am happy to be working for you and Sgt. Benson. I feel the both of you need me more than they do.” The cook and maid said. “If I may say so and please I mean no disrespect at all, here I feel like I run the house and I like the feeling of giving the orders. You and the sergeant need someone to look after the both of you. Your wife and daughter, they are both strong people and can do for themselves.”

“Young lady, are you saying that Yussef and I are helpless weaklings and we need a woman fussing around us?”

“Oh no! Not at all, sir. Its just that you and the sergeant need me to take the little things off your hands so that the two of you can have the time and energy to run the world without having to do the menial things like house work or cooking.” She laughed as Fazzi joined her in her joke.

“Err speaking of the Sergeant, did Yussef, by chance, come home last night?”

“No, I was not even expecting him, was he supposed to come home? I wish he had, as the house has been empty and very lonely without you and if you must know the truth, it is even lonelier when Yussef is not around. He is so nice and easy to take care of. And he is always trying to show his appreciation. He knows I won’t take any tips, not that he hasn’t offered them, but he never fails to leave me a little something, some small little gift.” The housekeeper said, then, changing the subject she continued. “It is too bad that you did not have the time to visit the women for longer than a few hours. They must have been sad at your short visit.”

“Yes.” He lied, knowing full well that his wife and daughter would rather never see him again. “There was some business that I had to attend to in person In Deerborn, and I thought as long as I was there I would check on my daughter and find out how she was adjusting to her new life.

“And how are she and Madam doing?”

“We did not have too much time for a visit, but we did talk for about an hour and they seem to be doing fine. Mary is happy to be among her relatives. She is pleased to be able to attend her own church. Mary thinks it is great that Kasemah is becoming Americanized. I think it is a bit too much too soon, but there is little I can do about it. She has changed her name to Cassandra and become a licensed driver. She has now entered the University and she wants to become a doctor, a ladies doctor no less!” Fazzi said as he entered the house. “You would not recognize her. Oh, before I forget, we will be having two guests this afternoon. Nothing special is needed, well maybe just some tea and toast will do. They should not be staying too long. As far as dinner, I don’t know if Yussef will be here for dinner or not… If he calls I’ll let you know so that you can prepare a nice meal for just the two of us.”

“Very good sir. Is there anything else?

“If you please, I’ll take a light lunch in the library as soon as you can fix it. But first, the chauffeur has brought my ‘carry on bag’ up to the bedroom. Please unpack it for me and check to see if I have to send anything to the cleaners. OH, by mersin escort the way, speaking of clothes, did Yussef’s new wardrobe arrive yet?”

“Yes it did yesterday after you left and I placed it in his closet. He is going to look like a handsome prince in those outfits. Your daughter had better get back here quick or….”

“Now you are getting a bit too familiar young lady.” Fazzi said with a fake scowl on his face and they both laughed as he headed for the library and she went upstairs to unpack his bag. While unpacking his bag she saw a notepad in the breast pocket of his suit. After carefully removing and inspecting the outside of the pad, she opened it and started reading some of the hand written notes. Hidden among the pages of the pad there was a cable from Syria. Unable to make any sense of it she copied its contents. After this she placed cable and pad back into his pocket exactly as they were before removal and hung up the suit in his closet. Then she went downstairs to tell Fazzi his bag was unpacked. Finding him in the library she informed him that everything was put away

“Very good. You were right I do need you more than Mary and Kasemah, opps, Cassandra. Thank you. Is there anything else?” Fazzi asked.

“No I’ll get ready for your guests now and start your lunch. Your suit was clean but looked like it could use a little steaming. Would you like me to do that for you, sir?” She asked.

“Never mind let it hang I will check it out later and let you know.” He said and then returned to his mail. When he had gone through the mail he sat back in his soft leather chair and began thinking about what he was going to tell Allie and Hassan later in the day. Should he rake them over the coals or just burn their edges a little. While he was contemplating their futures, the phone rang.

“Fazzi here.”

“Hello, lov.” Joseph said. “I see you are home, did everything go well?”

“Everything went very well, except that I missed you very much.” He answered. “I do so look forward to the day when you will be able to accompany me on these trips. By the way I have regards for you from Mary and Kassie. You do know she has changed her name to Cassandra. Don’t you?”

“No I did not know that. Did they call?”

“No. I saw them in Deerborn. I just made a short trip out there on business and gave them a call just to see if they were doing well. They were surprised to hear from me, but they were glad after the shock wore off and they send their love, especially Kassie. My darling you are going to have to do something soon about her. The fool still loves you and while she did not say it – she still has hopes you will come for her someday. Perhaps she has visions of you charging up there on that white horse of yours.”

“I’m sorry about that but that is my fault! I keep calling her at least five or six times a week. Perhaps I should cut that down. I cannot have her hoping and thinking that I want her back. It would be too much of a letdown when she realizes that I am no longer in love with her and no longer want or need her.”

“Well if you don’t want her to keep thinking that, then you had better at least cut down on the calls.” He said, “But Yussef, remember that for now we both need her as a cover. But if you feel you need to tell her the full truth… don’t let it stop you. I can always use the excuse that you are going to be my adopted son to explain your living here. Anyway, I am reaching the point where I don’t really care what others think any more.”

“Fazzi, habibi, like I just told you, I have no need for her, except for the need to maintain the cover that our pending marriage brings. Once I am free of the fucking army, I will be free to drop the charade. You are my only need now. You are the one that I have decided to spend my life with for as long as you want me.” (He still almost chocked on these words, but found that it was getting easier and easier to lie. He was becoming quite the actor. He wondered if some of Rich’s talent had invaded his body along with his….)

“And I want to spend my life with you, Yussef.” His Arab lover said interrupting Joseph’s thoughts. “But you are right about the both of us needing to maintain that cover, at least for the present. When are you coming home? When will I see you again, habibi.”

“That’s what I’m calling about — I will be home for supper. Tell the cook I would like some lamb kabobs if it is not too much trouble. They are an aphrodisiac for me and I might need it after yesterday.”

“You mean your session with Dina wore you out and you need something to put you into the mood to make love to an old man like me?”

“OK, you had your little joke. You know damn well that you are not an old man. You are mature and at the top of your sexual ability, my lover. And you know that I long to be with you all the time.” Laughed Joseph. “What do I have to do or say to prove that she meant nothing to me. If anything kocaeli escort she turned me off and an aphrodisiac may be just the thing I need to awaken my sex drive.”

“I was just having some fun with you, habibi, I’m sure I will figure something out to interest you in sex again, but just in case, lamb kabobs over rice you shall have. I cannot wait to see you at the table; your fingers greasy with lamb juice, as I pick each one up, place it in my hot mouth and with my tongue lick and then suck on your sweet tasting digits. OHHHHHHH yes, just the thought of it is my aphrodisiac! I have to go now. Lunch will be served soon, after which I am expecting those two Syrians you met the other night. If I continue this line of conversation much longer I will have to change my pants before they come. I’ll relay your message to the cook. And I look forward to seeing you this evening. I love you!” he said as he hung up and called for his lunch. When it arrived he told the cook about his and Joseph’s dinner plans.

“Perhaps after you serve dinner you might want to take the rest of the evening off. Yussef and I can clean up the dishes.”

“That is kind of you, sir, and I would like to visit with my parents this evening and stay over there. You just leave the dishes in the sink and leftovers in the refrigerator, I can take care of it when I return in the morning.” She joked. “After all, I would not like you and the sergeant getting to think you could get along without me.”

After lunch Fazzi waited for the arrival of his guests. At one P.M. they arrived and were shown into the library where they were made to stand at attention before Fazzi’s desk while he pretended to look over some important papers on his desk. He let them sweat for a good three or four minutes before he acknowledged their presents. Finally he raised his head and scornfully asked them. “Well what do you two idiot fellahin have to say for yourselves before I pronounce sentence on your stupid useless lives. Why did you run another checkup on Yussef?”

Allie was the first to speak. Standing at attention and staring straight ahead he spouted out. “Your Excellency this whole thing was my fault. I ordered Hassan to do another background check on Yussef. Hassan was following my orders. If there is to be any retributions, let them fall on my head and my head alone.”

Fazzi sat there stunned. He had not expected an outright admission of guilt. It just was not the ‘Arab way’ of doing things. He was at loose ends to know how to proceed. However he quickly recovered and in an aggressive manner continued his interrogation. “That is very commendable of you to take the blame you worthless piece of camel dung, but Allie it still does not answer my question…. WHY? And one thing more you are never use the term ‘Your Excellency’ when we are in public. In my home it is permitted. But no one is to know of my elevation in rank just yet. Now tell me why you felt the need to do this? Were you ordered to and if so who ordered you?”

“No your Excellency no one ordered me to do it, I just felt that this man Yussef was distracting you and that perhaps he was creating a danger to yourself and to our government’s plans. I felt that I just had to ascertain if he posed any threat to you or our mission here in the United States. You of all people, having been a security agent from way back, must recognize the danger of us becoming involved with ‘outsiders’. And you must admit that this Yussef is, shall we say, too good to be true. So for my own sake as well as the nation’s I felt it imperative to check one more time.” Allie said defending himself.

“Well I’ll be damned, an agent with the guts to take the blame as well as one who will take the responsibility of leadership. That’s very commendable, if it is indeed true. Rather unusual for our people. I like that in an agent. We need more of that, but from now on you had better get it through your head that I AM IN CHARGE. We cannot nor will we have people or groups running off in different directions. Now tell me, for the last time, did you find anything at all about Yussef that I should know about. Anything at all! Was there anything which justifies any further investigation?”

“Well Excellency,” Allie said stammering. “There was one thing….”

“Well what is it?”

“Well sir..”

“Well – OUT with it!” Fazzi screamed, “Stop stammering and come out with it. When I ask you for the truth, I ALWAYS WANT THE TRUTH FROM MY AGENTS. I know that it has been the custom to lie to your superiors; Allah knows I have, but I need to know the truth, all the truth, all the time. We are all men of the world. Believe me, in this day and age here in America, there are few things that surprise or shock me.”

“He spent time with and most likely had sexual relations with one of the Dancers that works at the Cafe Casablanca.” Allie finally got out.

“The female dancer, the one called Dina, I hope!” samsun escort Fazzi said smiling. “Is that all? Is that all you were able to find out?”

“Well according to her he is a very accomplished lover. That is all, Your Excellency.”

Relieved Fazzi said, “I’m glad to hear that. I’m sure that bit of ‘intelligence’ will please my daughter on her wedding night. He is a young man and he needs the experience if he is to make a good and thoughtful husband to my unworldly daughter. I have no objections to Yussef sleeping with other women, before marriage. After their marriage, that will be my daughter’s problem. Look, I know what and why he did what he did. He told me all about it. He did it because I had wanted Dina to dance at a certain function that I am going to run. She refused to do it. He helped to change her mind. I do not know if his abilities in bed changed her mind or not, but the fact remains that she did change it. I not only know about all this, but I approve of it. How can I not have approved of it! Hell if I thought I could have changed her mind by sleeping with her—you can be sure I would have gladly fucked her, not once but many times. Someday this man will be my daughter’s husband, my son-in-law as well as my adopted son and heir. As such he will be my trusted agent. He is totally and completely loyal to me. I have sent reports to our leaders back home and they not only know all about him but so far they approve of my relations with him and everything I am doing here. You are not to question him or his motives ever again. You are not to investigate him ever again. If you should happen to hear or see anything about him that you think is suspicious —you are to report it to me directly, but his loyalty to me, at this point, is absolute. Do I make myself clear to the both of you imbeciles?”

“Yes Excellency.” Both men said.

“I have ordered tea and toast for you. I was thinking of putting poison in it, but decided that I would defer that until your next error.. Let us hope that you live long lives.”

Fazzi buzzed for the housekeeper and she came in with tea and toast as well as some cookies. After setting the tea service on the coffee table, she left and they helped themselves to the refreshments. They relaxed a bit and Fazzi turned to Allie and said, “Allie I must say that I was very impressed with your handling of my questions. Your actions show that you are worthy of leadership.”

“Thank you, your Excellency. I must admit to you that I was scared of this meeting. I hoped that I was acting in the best interests of the nation.”

“I’m so impressed that I have decided to promote you and make you my assistant. It would be a very important and dangerous job. Would you like that?”

“Yes Excellency, I am at your service. And thank you for the promotion and opportunity to serve.”

After finishing tea Fazzi got up signaling that the meeting was over. As both men started to leave. Fazzi walked over and shook Hassan’s hand and said to him, “Salaam Hassan, if you please, will you wait outside. I would like a moment or two with Allie to discuss the new job with him.”

After he left Fazzi said, “sit down Allie. This job that I have for you is top secrete. As my assistant you may choose whomever you want to help you. I did not know if Hassan had your complete confidence or not so I asked him to leave for now. You will swear everyone who works with you to total secrecy. You may consider yourself as of this moment, so sworn. If word of this gets out I will kill you with my own hands. Not only you but also every member of your family will meet horrible slow deaths. No one will live not a man, woman or child. Do I make myself clear on that? Having warned you of that, I shall now give you this last opportunity to refuse this assignment… This is the last time I will offer you this chance to get out with my blessings and your life. I give you this time, to reconsider. Once you decide there will and can be no turning back.”

After thinking a few seconds he said, “I do not need any more time to think about this. I cannot refuse to serve the nation and as long as you represent the nation, my family and I are at your disposal. I took that oath when I entered the service, just as you did, and I can see no reason to change my mind or loyalties now or ever.”

“Excellent that is precisely the answer I was hoping for. Now here are your orders; you are to contact, in person, every single head of the groups that we control. I want to meet with them in Syria in about two months. If anyone refuses, you are to tell him that the meeting is to discuss all future funding. Tell them nothing more. We must have their complete and instant agreement to meet. If they still choose not to come, not only will their bank accounts be confiscated, but also we shall take other measures to impress on them the need to attend. If they choose to send their second in command, they had better be on their deathbed, because we will cut them off 100% and heads will roll as well. You are to deliver this message personally and I expect their answers by the beginning of next month so that we will have time to arrange everything. I have here a list of people that you should contact.” He said handing him a sheet of paper with the organizational leaders listed.

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This is the story of our first visit to China since we started frequenting nude spas. If you enjoy it you’ll find some of the same characters in the series “First time nude sauna”. This is a multi-part story and based on true events but enhanced with fiction to make them more interesting. If you’re looking for quick and hard sex look elsewhere!

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My name is Tom, I’m from the UK and married to Jia who is Chinese. We’ve been living in Switzerland for a couple of years and recently started visiting spas and saunas. This was a life changing moment for us as we were both very shy and had absolutely no previous experience of being nude in public. The German speaking part of Switzerland has a similar sauna culture to Austria and Germany in that most of the saunas are mixed gender and nude. For many people this is a shock and off-putting and it was initially like that for us too. I quickly adapted to the nudity and patiently worked on Jia until she finally relented and gave it a try. She quickly grew to enjoy the experience and now we’re nude whenever possible.

We’re both reasonably attractive people but not model material! I’m around 6 foot tall and have slight belly, Jia is only slightly shorter than me and slender but with a very curvaceous arse. My penis is circumcised and of average size with its most unusual feature being a downward curve when erect. Jia used to have major body issues, mainly because she thinks her breasts are too small. This was one of the primary reasons for her shyness and reluctance to being seen nude by others.

Her breasts are very small, this is a fact and apart from surgery there’s no way to change that. I find they suit her tall body but she wishes she had a fuller bust. She used to wear padded bras and swimsuits and would never have considered being seen without. All this changed after she realised that it didn’t matter at all.

I love her tiny bumps and the feature I’m most attracted to are her nipples. They’re a pinkish brown colour and when she’s not aroused they protrude about half an inch. It doesn’t take much to coax them to their full size of an inch or more as they’re very sensitive. In this state they darken in colour and her areolae almost disappear. Even with a padded bra they could be seen poking through whatever top she was wearing. Jia usually keeps herself totally hairless since seeing other women without pubic hair, but sometimes indulges in a small patch of hair when she feels like a change.

The most profound discovery I made after seeing Jia exposed to other people was the fact that I loved it! Before my first visit to a nude sauna I had the usual fear of getting an unwanted erection when seeing naked women. I soon discerned that this isn’t really a problem and despite seeing a wide variety of bodies and even sometimes being purposely teased it was never that difficult to keep things under control if I had to. However, when I see Jia naked amongst others and especially if they’re looking at her it becomes much more difficult!

This story is about a trip to China where we visited Jia’s hometown and then travelled to various parts of the country. I’m going to try and focus on the erotic aspects of the trip and will skip over the more mundane events.

***

It’s April and we’re off to China! It’s not our first visit; in fact we go almost every year. The difference this time is that we’re nudists. As you can imagine, China’s not an ideal location if you’re planning on being nude in public but as we discovered it does offer some opportunities.

What’s also changed since we last visited is that we had the opportunity to introduce some of our friends and relatives to public nudity when they visited us in Switzerland. Most of them loved the experience and helped us explore the possibilities in China.

Our first stop is Beijing, this is where many of Jia’s family and friends reside. It’s not my favourite city in China but I enjoy visiting it nevertheless. Our flight landed early and we were met at the airport by Bai and Wang, two of our closest friends. When they last visited us they’d had a few marital issues that were happily resolved. We took them to a spa where they were introduced to public nudity for the first time and we actually ended up engaging in some same room sex at home – a first for all of us.

It was about a 2 hour drive from the airport to their new villa on the outskirts of Beijing. We were impressed by the size of their house. It was massive and made our house in Switzerland seem small! The detached modern building was on a small sized plot with a garden.

On the ground floor there were two bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchen, dining and living room. The ceiling height throughout the building was greater than in Europe making everything very spacious. Upstairs was their master bedroom with en-suite bathroom as well as another two bedrooms and bathrooms. We were to stay in a separate guest wing on this floor that contained its own living room, bedroom and bathroom.

The biggest surprise adana escort was underground. The cellar level of the house was huge and included a newly added home spa. This consisted of a whirlpool, a finish sauna and a steam room as well as bathroom facilities. When Wang had shown us around I said “This is absolutely fantastic!”

He smiled proudly “Yes, we added it after our holiday with you. The equipment is all imported from Germany. We missed the saunas and steam rooms when we got back and tried some of the local spas but didn’t like them at all! They are usually crowded and the worst part is that men and women are always separated. We could never be together.”

Jia said “Well it looks like you’ve solved the problem!”

“It’s not really the same because so far it’s only been the two of us using it. We haven’t dared ask any of our other friends to join us nude! That’s why we’re so happy you two are here and we can all enjoy it together!”

“We really weren’t expecting to be able to indulge in a nude spa while in China, I can’t wait!”

“Have something eat and then take a rest, we’ll come back down here later.”

With that the tour of their home was over and we went upstairs to help Bai prepare some lunch. With full stomachs we retired to our room and had a shower together. Both of us were too tired to mess around so we just washed and then went straight to bed for a rest. Bai had told us we could be naked throughout their home if we wished, she and Wang had picked up that habit from us and were usually nude at home.

“This visit is starting off well!” I said to Jia, “Not only can we be nude together in the house but can even have a sauna!”

Jia laughed, “Yes, I was so surprised as they’d never mentioned it when we spoke together.”

I yawned “Let’s rest for a few hours and then have our first nude sauna together in China.”

***

We woke at around 4PM and without bothering to get dressed went downstairs in search of Bai and Wang. We found them naked and drinking tea in the kitchen. “Sit down and join us.” said Bai.

We both took seats and Bai served us some tea before asking, “What would you like to do this afternoon?”

Jia and I looked at each other and we both said “Try your spa!” at the same time.

They laughed and Wang said “We thought you’d say that so I prepared everything and the spa is ready.”

“That’s great; we can go as soon as we finish our tea.”

The tea ritual can’t be rushed in China and it took us about 15 minutes to drink. We all stood up and I could see that both Bai and Wang looked fitter than I remembered. “You two are looking good!”

“Thanks Tom, we started to exercise and feel much better for it.”

“Whatever you’re doing it’s working!” said Jia.

Both Bai and Wang were both around 5 feet tall and slender. Bai has small breasts and average size nipples. Last time I’d seen her she had a large bush but now things had been tidied up lot and everything was neatly trimmed. With the new style her large clit was immediately visible and I felt my penis swell slightly as I looked at her. Wang was looking thinner and had also trimmed his pubic hair which made his very small penis a bit more visible.

Wang had issues with his penis size and to be fair it was one of the smallest we’d ever seen. In its normal state it was almost invisible and even with a full erection it was only around 2 inches long. We let the ladies go ahead and enjoyed watching them walk from behind. Seeing Wang stare at Jia’s arse as she bent down to adjust her slipper and the subsequent appearance of his glans from under his foreskin gave me great pleasure and I felt my own cock expand a bit more.

It was decided to use the steam room first, followed by a cool down and then a dip in the whirlpool before ending the session in the Finnish sauna.

The steam room had space for 6 people and was a pleasant temperature. It was fun being with our friends but it didn’t feel as exciting as the public saunas because our exposure was limited. The big advantage was that we could get away with far more than we usually dared to!

We were sitting across from Bai and Wang and Jia started things off by placing her foot in my crotch and playing footsie with my cock. She said “Bai, remember when you visited us and wanted to see Tom’s erection?”

“How could I forget? Sadly, apart from Wang’s I haven’t seen any others since then!”

Jia laughed “Well, I think you’ll get another chance soon.” She continued teasing me and it wasn’t long before I was fully erect. Jia enjoyed toying with my penis by pushing it down with her foot and then letting it bounce back up. I wasn’t complaining as it was a pleasant sensation for me and I could see that Jia and our friends were getting aroused.

Bai was sitting in a very unladylike fashion with her legs spread widely and her unusually large clit was easily seen protruding like a little cock. Jia was no better; with one foot on the floor eskişehir escort and the other in my lap she also wasn’t hiding anything! Her smooth pussy lips were pulled apart and anyone looking could see deep into her moist tunnel. Wang was doing just that and his penis had reached is full size.

Bai said “It looks as big as I remember!” while staring at my throbbing cock.

Wang asked “Have you been to saunas with anyone else from China?”

“Well you already know about Meilin but do you know that Fan and Chen joined us?”

They both leaned forward as they heard this and Bai said, “I only noticed that Chen seems much happier lately and isn’t dressing like a nun anymore! Are you saying you took both of them to a nude spa?”

Jia nodded and explained what had happened.

“If I’d know that I would have invited them both here, especially if the steam is good for Fan’s asthma.”

“I’m sure they’d love to come.”

Wang said “Maybe you should make it a ladies day? I’m not sure I’d be comfortable being naked with Jia’s mother and sister!”

“Come on Wang, if Fan and Chen are OK with it, you shouldn’t have a problem!” argued Bai.

Before Wang had a chance to reply, a gong sounded indicating the end of our 20 minute session. Everyone stood up and Jia grabbed my cock pulling me in the direction of the showers. “That’s a useful handle” Bai said as she wistfully looked at Wang’s small appendage.

There were only two shower heads so both couples took one. We enjoyed washing while watching each other. After drying we lay down on the comfortable recliners and had some tea. Both Wang and I were flaccid but regularly got hard as the two ladies made a game of teasing us and then letting us wilt again. It was a form of pleasant torture and I soon reached my limit.

I stood and quickly moved between Jia’s legs placing my hands under her knees. I lifted and pushed her legs backwards before I sank down and buried my face into her wide open pussy. She squealed and said “Stop that!” but didn’t really resist. I didn’t respond as I was busy pushing my tongue as far up her juicy canal as I could. When I could go no deeper I began to nod my head to rub my lips and nose over her stiff little clit.

She moaned in response and when she began to pant and writhe I knew her climax wasn’t far so I pulled back and stood releasing her legs at the same time. She tried to pull me back but I was too fast. She moaned in frustration as I lay back down smiling. Our hosts laughed but I could see they were very aroused. Wang’s penis and Bai’s clit were both jutting out. It was funny to see Bai staring at my throbbing and now slightly wet cock while Wang was focused on Jia’s juicy, pink and gaping pussy.

Jia said “You’re so mean!”

“Revenge is a dish best served with my face between your legs!” I quipped. “Wang I suggest you do the same to Bai, these two vixens have been keeping us on edge far too long!”

Wang moved but Bai was too fast and jumped out of her seat rushing to the other side of the whirlpool. It was hilarious watching them run in circles with all their bits and pieces jiggling about! After a few laps, Bai stopped and let Wang grab her from behind. His hands quickly moved up cupping and squeezing her breasts while he kissed her neck. “Got you!” he said gleefully.

Bai said “Let’s use the pool for a bit.” She wriggled free of Wang’s embrace and lowered herself into the warm water. The rest of us joined her and Wang activated the pumps. A powerful mixture of air and water thrust out of the numerous nozzles switching between continuous and pulsating modes. One jet was particularly well placed to massage your genitals and I noticed Bai manoeuvre herself into place for maximum stimulation.

She said something in Chinese and Jia slid down in her seat. I could tell when she hit her sweet spot by the expression of bliss on her face. Bai had closed her eyes and her mouth was open in ecstasy. It was hot to watch and I tried to emulate the ladies and position my cock in the vortex. The force was almost painful when hitting the tip but when I moved a bit further down it massaged the underside of my erect shaft and caused my penis to bob about pleasingly.

Jia sat up slightly to change the angle of impact and I felt her hand grab my leg and squeeze as she moaned loudly and climaxed before relaxing back into the seat and looking content. I focused my attention on Bai just as she hit her peak. I loved observing them as they orgasmed and could see that Wang had also enjoyed the show.

I said “It looks like we’re redundant Wang! The ladies have managed without us.”

He laughed “I hope they still want more later!”

We remained in the pool until the timer automatically shut down the jets and after drying ourselves went for a session in their Finnish sauna. It was nice to be able to control the humidity level by adding water and scents to the hot stones and we had a very relaxing time. I said sakarya escort to Jia “I think Fan would enjoy this sauna as you can lower the temperature and adjust the humidity to suit her needs.”

Jia said, “Yes, she couldn’t handle the really hot ones so this would be ideal.”

“Let’s call her later and invite her and Chen to come over tomorrow afternoon. We can use the spa and then have dinner.” suggested Bai.

Jia agreed but I could tell Wang wasn’t enthusiastic. After we’d showered and dried off Jia and Bai headed upstairs to call Fan and look at some clothes Bai had recently purchased. I stayed in the spa with Wang. As soon as the ladies had left he asked “Wasn’t it strange for you to be naked with Fan and Chen? I couldn’t imagine doing that with any of my relatives!”

“Not really, but I was surprised they agreed to it! The first time we went with Fan I stayed outside and wasn’t expecting to join in, but then they came back and said I should come. Apparently, Fan was used to being naked from her time in local bathhouses and soon realised that having naked men around just made it more interesting, she was more worried I might feel uncomfortable!”

Wang laughed and said “That’s funny; I wouldn’t have expected that.”

“We weren’t expecting it either! With Chen it was a bit different; she was very unsure about being naked with men around, especially me.”

“How did it go with her?”

“She was very nervous at the start but soon noticed that most people don’t have perfect bodies and that everyone is different and unique. She ended up enjoying it very much. It’s really changed her and she’s much happier and more confident now.”

“I suppose it was a bit like that for me as well, but I’m still not confident about being naked with others and I also still get excited when I see naked women.”

I laughed and said, “You must have noticed that I was excited as well! It’s somehow different in a private spa as you don’t have to worry about breaking rules.”

“But what would you do if it happened when Fan and Chen were here?”

“Good point! I’ll talk to Jia but maybe having her mother with us will make it more like being in a public spa and things will be less arousing. Chen has already seen my erection so for her it wouldn’t be a problem.” I belatedly realised that I’d probably said too much.

“Chen has seen your erect penis? How did that happen?”

“Long story, but yes, she’s seen it.”

I could tell Wang wanted to ask for details but he resisted the temptation and I was glad as I didn’t really want to talk about our rather special relationship with Chen.

We decided to go upstairs and get started on making dinner. Bai and Jia were in the living room so we joined them first. “Fan and Chen will come tomorrow at 3pm and they’re bringing a surprise. We can use the spa together and then have a big family dinner!” said Bai.

“That’s great!” I replied.

Wang asked “Are you two going to help us make dinner now?”

“Sure, let’s go.”

The four of us went to the kitchen and it was a surreal experience for us cooking naked in China! I asked “Have you ever had problems with your neighbours or other visitors catching you naked?”

Bai said “Most of the house is not overlooked and in those rooms where you could see inside we have blinds. But once the neighbour’s son kicked his football over the fence and sneaked into our garden to get it!”

Jia laughed “What happened?”

“Nothing much, I was just in the living room when I noticed someone outside, he looked over and could see me. I just waved at him and he stared for a moment before grabbing his ball and running away.”

“How old is he? Do you think he told anyone?”

“He’s around 19 or 20 and is usually at university. I don’t think he said anything because he was probably more worried I would complain about him trespassing!”

“Or maybe he’s hoping to see more of you!” I added.

“I doubt he’s interested in an old lady like me.”

“Don’t bet on it. We men love to see any naked women and you’re still hot!”

She blushed and said, “I know he has one of those remote controlled drone things, I can sometimes hear it buzzing around outside, maybe he’s using that to spy!”

Wang said “You never told me about that! I’m going to complain to his parents.”

“Don’t do that dear, who cares if he likes to watch us. He won’t risk showing his parents because he would be in big trouble.”

“I still don’t like it.”

We let the subject drop and moved on to other topics. Dinner was soon done and after the meal Jia and I decided to have an early night and sync our bodies to the new time zone.

Once in bed Jia said “I still owe you something!”

I laughed “I know, but to tell you the truth I’m dead tired and would rather save it for another day!”

“Thank god for that, I’m exhausted as well!

“Before you sleep I still need to ask you something, Wang is worried about getting aroused when your mum and Chen are here. To tell you the truth I’m also a bit nervous! Somehow I don’t have as much control here as I do in a public spa.”

Jia thought about it and said, “You know what, I’ll talk to them tomorrow. I doubt Chen will care but I’m not sure about mum. If she’s OK with it you guys can relax and if not we’ll just have to be careful.”

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I am telling the story of Chrissy, a total Slut but one that is more than happy to be a slut. This is a short tale of how Chrissy developed in to the slut she is today. There is a full tale of her current life to follow once it has been edited.

All Characters are entirely fictional and over 18. I will take liberties with what is possible both physically and by using locations which would normally involve being locked up but as I said this is a work of fiction so why stick to all of the rules.

There are undertones of incest but those involved are step brothers and step father so fair game, but if this topic will offend please move on.

I am a total amateur and write purely for fun, I know the majority enjoy these stories and I am re publishing after removing them so you may have seen these before, for those that just wish to complain that there are mistakes in spelling and grammar please move on as well, I realise that I am nowhere near perfect but don’t want to waste someone else’s time by getting them edited, so if you are expecting a professional level or even a good level you probably should read something else.

Chrissy the slut

Chapter one

Chrissy knew she was a slut, she had known since shortly after her 18th birthday. She stood naked in front of her full length mirror, she was 22 and tall for a woman she went 5’10” in bare feet, her heels when she wore them took her over 6ft. She had very firm and shapely C cup breasts with her nipples sat high on top they were a pale pink, long, fat and always hard, her stomach was flat, and her pussy was smooth. Chrissy had gone through laser treatments on several occasions to ensure her smoothness, parting her legs Chrissy reached down and pushed her hips forward, her pussy lips were very fleshy and hung down below her smooth skin, when stimulated they puffed up and looked even more prominent. Chrissy turned and examined her backside looking back over her shoulder, as with her tits her backside had no sag it was firm and very nicely shaped. Turning back once more to face the mirror Chrissy squatted down and with one hand parted her fleshy pussy lips, with the other she began to gently rub her clit, it didn’t take Chrissy long to make herself come, once she had finished She walked over towards her wardrobe.

It was a warm day so Chrissy picked out a skirt and a cropped top, she slid the extremely short skirt up her long legs, she had to wear the skirt low on her hips so that it covered her pussy, it was so narrow only 6″ from waist to hem that she was close to being exposed both above and below the narrow band of material. She then pulled on her cropped top, it was like her skirt very minimal, it hung below her breasts but only just, Chrissy knew that she could tug on the back a little and the front would raise enough to show the lower half of her breasts, it was several sizes too large so that when she lent forwards it hung away from her body and exposed her breasts.

Chrissy had thrown out all of her underwear quite a while ago and so never wore either bra or panties she did own a few bikinis and just like her other clothes they too were very minimal, she pulled on some heels before she brushed her long wavy and thick chestnut hair. Chrissy vary rarely wore makeup as it really wasn’t worth it She had perfect flawless skin, big brown eyes and looked perfect without even trying, she left her room and went to say goodbye to her parents.

Her mum and dad had got used to how Chrissy dressed; they had spent a long time in the past complaining with no effect and had long since given up. The more that they had complained the less she appeared to wear. Chrissy as she often did made sure her back was to her step father when she bent to kiss her mother good bye, she knew all of her outfits well enough that should her dad look over towards her he would now know she wore no panties. She didn’t even look back to see if he had noticed before she left the house and started the short walk towards the bus stop.

Chrissy’s parents lived in a small village on the South East coast of England. She had moved back home recently after splitting up with her last boyfriend, he couldn’t accept her somewhat different lifestyle and after a few weeks of him trying to control her she had left, now single again she planned on having some fun.

As soon as Chrissy had left her parents drive she reached back and with a gentle tug on her shirt raised the front, a large portion of the lower half of her breasts was now exposed, she then rolled over the top of her thin skirt. She looked down and smiled as she added another fold, she now showed off the very beginning of her slit above the skirt a few more millimetres and her clit would peep out.

As she walked past her neighbours house she saw Mr Baines mowing his front lawn, she knew Mr Baines watched her sunbathing from behind his curtains and she had on occasions given him a show in the garden, he was an old man mid-sixties and he had been alone gaziantep escort since his wife had died a few years ago, Chrissy lifted her hand high and waved feeling her shirt rise enough to expose one pink nipple as she did so.

Chrissy approached the old wooden bus shelter, there were two young lads already waiting for the bus they stood smoking to one side of the small hut like structure. They both watched Chrissy as she approached, as she got closer they both realised that they could see things they hadn’t expected to. Lots of skin was being displayed, her long legs topped by a micro mini skirt appeared even longer and as she walked her breasts bounced, the friction between her top and her nipples kept her nipples rigid and they very clearly showed through her thin top.

Chrissy had spent a lot of time practicing what she called her flashing moves and had them off perfectly. Sometimes she liked blatant and sometimes accidental as she had just done to her neighbour. She started with accidental, when she was within about twenty steps of the two guys she slung her handbag over her right shoulder, as she had practiced and all in one move she trapped her top under the strap baring her right breast completely. Chrissy didn’t need to look down to know her whole breast including her now rock hard pale pink nipple was pointing at the two guys, She ignored them completely as she walked past noticing their open mouthed stares out of the corner of her eye. Once she had passed them and they could no longer see her face Chrissy allowed herself a smile

Picking the seat that was directly opposite where they stood Chrissy sat down and lowered her bag into her lap. Feeling the cloth of her top slip down a little but catching on her long hard nipple, it didn’t descend all of the way. Chrissy pulled out her mirrored shades from her bag and slipped them on, she liked that she could watch what effect she was having without anyone knowing if she was looking at them, she looked slightly away from the two guys but made sure she could still watch them.

Chrissy placed her bag next to her and almost laughed at the look of disappointment when her top slipped off her nipple until it again covered her breast. Again using a practiced move Chrissy twisted slightly in search of her mobile phone deep inside her bag, as she twisted her knees parted. She knew she had their full attention now and was being far from subtle her knees were further apart than necessary but she also knew that her pussy was still wet from her earlier masturbation and as her legs parted she knew her pussy lips were also parted, she almost came as she felt a dribble of her own juices run down her slit.

Once the bus had arrived Chrissy stood up smiling as she watched both men adjusting themselves. After she had showed her pass to the bus driver she walked slowly towards the stairs to the top floor, she knew that she would be followed and wanted them close behind her before she climbed the steep stairs to the top deck. Once the two men were close behind her again she started the short climb, pushing her bottom out slightly as she climbed the stairs she knew her wet pussy would be on full display to the two men following behind her.

There were two banks of side facing seats on the empty top deck of the bus Chrissy picked one side and as she expected the two men sat directly opposite. Chrissy put her bag down next to her and slipped off her shades, looking directly at the two men she reached up and pulled her top off over her head. She knew the next stop on the edge of town was about fifteen minutes away so couldn’t take too long, her top now laid on her bag Chrissy stood up the two men speechless just stared. Her skirt was elasticated at the waist and dropped to the floor in a second, Chrissy turned and bent to collect it her pussy inches from the two flushed faces. Once she was sitting back down Chrissy pushed off her heels making herself completely naked she then parted her legs as wide as possible and as she had earlier at home she spread open her pussy before attacking her already swollen clit. She watched the two guys staring at her open pussy, both were rubbing themselves though their trousers now not caring that they were on a public bus.

Chrissy wanted to time this right so she left her clit alone and slipped three fingers into her wet hole, after a few more minutes she began to rub her clit again, as she neared her climax her hips raised off the seat, she squirted as she reached her orgasm. Chrissy smiled as she noticed a wet patch suddenly appear in one guys lap before she quickly dressed. Chrissy pressed the bell and went back down the stairs, at the next stop she left the bus and headed towards a nearby pub.

Chrissy knew she only had a fairly short time here as she wanted to be in a busy pub in the harbour by the time the football game started this afternoon, she didn’t care what the game was just that the pub she had in mind was usually packed with mostly konya escort men. She was also meeting up with her friend Emma on the way for a quick coffee, but Chrissy had a little time to play first, she liked the pub she was now walking into, but hadn’t been here for the duration of her last relationship but today her plan was everything in excess, partly to make up for lost time and partly to rid herself of the memories of her ex.

The pub was close to a lorry park where long distance drivers parked up while waiting for their channel crossings into Europe. It was often busy and often mostly if not all of the customers were men. She had an agreement with the landlord Dave so he knew what she got up to, Chrissy occasionally gave him a treat to ensure he continued to let her behave like she did in his pub.

Chrissy sat up at the bar on one of the high stools; Dave said hi and passed her a beer he didn’t need to ask what she wanted. Chrissy looked around the bar it wasn’t busy only 11 people all male, there were two playing pool. Chrissy picked up her drink and walked over placing a £1 coin on the side of the table, “play the winner” she said before putting her drink on a nearby table and going into the toilets. Once out of sight she added yet another turn over to her skirt and pulled it up a little, she still showed the very top of her pussy slit but now her pussy and the lower curves of her bottom were uncovered. With her skirt now a three inch band Chrissy felt a dribble of juice as she thought about how much she would be showing as she bent over the table.

Chrissy only had to wait a few minutes before the game finished, the winner was an older guy around fifty Chrissy thought, a bit overweight but she didn’t care, she made sure that she was facing the table where the loser was sitting as she squatted down to retrieve the balls so that she could put them up onto the table, he choked on his beer when he saw her bare smooth pussy. With her knees wide apart and her pussy dripping wet he could clearly see her pink interior as her pussy gapped open.

Chrissy flipped a coin and won, she elected to break. Leaning forwards over the table her skirt rose baring her from behind, she heard her opponent gasp as first her pussy and then her puckered arsehole came into view, at the same time her loose top fell away from her body. With a slight raise of her shoulders her top moved enough to expose her hanging breasts from the sides, a view most of the pub now had. As Chrissy grazed her nipples across the green cloth of the pool table she nearly came, the mixture of exposure and her sensitive nipples almost enough to send her over the edge. Chrissy broke potting nothing and stood to the side waiting for her next turn.

Her opponent sank two balls before missing a difficult shot. Chrissy didn’t play to win she played for a different reason, ignoring a fairly easy shot she went for a longer stretch she leant right over the table and stretched as much as possible, Chrissy had stood back from the table edge to make sure she needed to stretch fully. When she knew her rear end was completely exposed and pointed back towards the main bar and again her nipples were gently rubbing on the table top she paused to make sure everyone could appreciate the view before taking her shot.

She was surprised when she actually potted the ball. Chrissy stood back up again feeling her top drop back into place, she looked for the next shot. Chrissy noticed that all of the pubs occupants were now watching the pool game. All of them had moved closer, even Dave the landlord stood behind the bar as close to the pool table as possible, probably with his cock in hand thought Chrissy.

As she moved around the table Chrissy found a difficult shot but she knew that when she bent over the table her backside would be only inches from where her opponent sat sipping his pint, it would also show her tits to the bar side of the table. Chrissy stood as close as possible to where her opponent sat before slowly leaning forwards should feel the thin material of her skirt sliding up over her butt as she bent and she heard another gasp as her pussy emerged from below the hem. She was almost rubbing her pussy in his face as he sat trapped between her and his chair. As she felt a trickle of moisture run down her inner thigh she smiled he was so close he must have seen it. When her pussy was this wet Chrissy knew she opened up like a flower her pussy lips would be slightly swollen and her opening and its pink interior would be very visible.

Shuffling her stance a little pretending to line up the shot while moving her feet wider apart and even further back, she could feel hot breath on her soaking pussy, happy with what she was now showing behind her, a pussy wet and open right in her opponents face. Chrissy next managed to accidentally catch the butt of the pool cue inside her top as if by accident.

When she struck the white ball she simultaneously shoved her wet pussy back in kayseri escort to her opponents face feeling his rough face against her sensitive flesh, while with her cue she pulled her top forward until it was caught in her armpits both breast swung fee and bare for the whole bar to see. For the first time since she arrived she shuddered as she had a small orgasm. She stood carefully and as she hoped her top slipped down but snagged on her nipples which again she didn’t notice, Chrissy had practiced a lot and knew how to move smoothly so that she could keep her top were it was. With most of her breasts now bare her pink nipples throbbed from being so hard, Chrissy had everyone’s sole attention and only a few balls had been sunk.

Chrissy walked over to the bar after her shot, she hadn’t even hit another ball so her opponent had two shots. Her opponent looked quite bemused, as he stood Chrissy noted a fairly obvious bulge in his trousers that hadn’t been there before. Chrissy asked Dave if she was OK to continue playing, he knew his customers and after a quick glance around the pub he knew none were upset and all were waiting for Chrissy to take her next shot.

Dave noticed Chrissy had hardy touched her drink, he always watched because he knew she would often pretend to be drunk even though he knew she hadn’t been drinking. He had once asked her about it, and her reply was I get away with much more when people think I’m drunk.

Chrissy’s opponent potted two balls with one shot, he hadn’t been trying to, and his plan was to prolong this game as long as possible but his next shot he made sure he potted the white giving Chrissy two shots.

With permission to play from the landlord Chrissy went back over to her opponent. With a very convincing drunken slur she asked if he wanted to make the game more interesting. He wasn’t positive this game could possibly get any more interesting but said “sure what do you have in mind?”

Chrissy said “I bet with my next shot I can pot two balls like you did, if I do you buy me a drink”, she hadn’t even looked at the table and had hardly touched the drink she had, but wasn’t planning on even trying to pot anything.

“And if you miss?” Her opponent asked.

“I play the rest of the game naked” Chrissy replied while staying in her drunken mode.

He would have taken the bet anyway but could see that the white ball was tucked behind one of his balls. She would be very lucky to hit a ball of her own let alone pot two, “deal” he said, “and you have two shots by the way” he reminded her.

With the ball where it was Chrissy saw she could do nothing so tried to play sideways. With her tits hanging mostly out of her top and her skirt raised again, she heard men behind moving for a better view. She felt her pussy throb thinking about soon playing naked in a room full of men. She took her shot and hit nothing at all, Chrissy looked up and said “shame no drink for me”. “No clothes either” said her opponent laughing.

I don’t think he or anyone else that had heard the bet actually thought this beautiful woman would strip in a pub and play pool, it was something that may happen in a porno film not in real life.

Chrissy nodded and said “a bets a bet” she was standing directly in front of the man in the small gap between his chair and the pool table. As he was standing up now there was less space than when she had shoved her pussy in his face. Chrissy put her pool cue down and pulled her shirt up and over her head with her breasts now fully exposed her pussy become even wetter. Dropping her top onto a chair she pushed her skirt down past her hips until she felt it slide to the floor. Chrissy stepped out of her skirt and bending from the waist picked it up before placing her top and skirt with her shoulder bag, turning back towards the table she said “two shots for you I think.”

Chrissy had watched herself in the mirror often enough to know how good she looked naked, most of the men in the pub were middle aged lorry drivers and she knew her young firm body would be causing a few cocks to swell.

Chrissy reached up and gently rubbed one nipple then the other, they were rock hard and the sensation made her groan. Chrissy made sure she stood opposite her opponent as he lined up his next shot, her crotch was above the edge of the table so he had a great view as Chrissy dragged one finger up the length of her slit parting her fleshy lips and allowing just the tip of her finger to dip inside her soaking hole as she passed it by.

Chrissy had two shots again, she knew he was trying to keep her at the table and at the moment that suited them both. Chrissy knew she needed to go in about thirty minutes and she needed to cum first, she hadn’t made her mind up how yet but knew she would.

Chrissy adopted a stance that would be fine on a snooker table but was not really needed for pool. She stood on her left leg with her right knee up on the tables edge, as she leant forwards she felt her pussy open up, the men behind she knew could now see into her open pussy, her free tits swung below her as she took her shot. As the game progressed it became clear that neither Chrissy nor her opponent was going to pot anything, Chrissy because she lacked the skills and her opponent because the rest of the pub would have killed him had he ended the game.

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