Ay: Mayıs 2024

Through Thick and Thin

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

Smokey Saga 2: “Through Thick And Thin”

*****

This story started out a little different, transforming along the way into its final form here. Which isn’t to say it’s not good; I’m quite pleased with how it all came together. It turned out actually pretty similar to “Costly Confusion” (the sequel to “Give Me A Little Credit Here”). This is like that story, but with a little more bite. “Through Thick And Thin” here is dedicated to anyone who calls him-, her- or itself a true-blue best friend forever to anyone else. Happy reading, buddies and pals.

*****

A Promising Proposition

Saturday, March 30th, 2013, 11:38 a.m.

A navy blue Subaru Outback made its way down the road. The two young women occupying the car enjoyed the pleasant ride on the brisk spring day. The driver took a deliberate path, unbeknownst to her companion, who was under the impression they were simply out for a casual trip. The passenger grew curious, however, as their surroundings faded from manmade to natural.

“…Jade?” asked the passenger, gazing through her window as acre after acre of greenery passed. “Sweetie?…Where’re we going?”

“I told you, Portia,” the driver replied, eyes fixed on the road. “I just thought we could both use a little fresh air.”

Portia Jo Aames felt this was an unusual path to take on a random joyride for fresh air, but had learned not to question her girlfriend Jade’s motives. Portia loved Jade. She was bold and beautiful. She was young and restless. She was Portia’s guiding light.

Portia pressed her nose and palms against the window, with the same sense of childlike wonder she’d held onto all these years. She’d turned 30 a couple months ago, and still viewed the world through the eyes of a child. Her innocence and idealism, while lightly tattered, remained intact. She watched endless forestry roll by as they trolleyed along the narrow road at 25 miles per hour. She loved nature. It was so beautiful. Everything was so beautiful. Life was so beautiful.

Wasn’t it?

As the overlapping rows of trees grew sparser and less dense, Jade slowed down. Portia turned, noticing the deceleration.

“…Are we, uh…here…yet?”

Wishing to answer with actions rather than words, Jade smirked, pulled onto the bumpy shoulder and parked. Portia had no clue where they were, much less what they were doing here. And her mate didn’t seem to want to tell her just yet. All she saw was a clearing beyond the trees, bordering a duck pond. Interesting… she thought.

“Well, it’s…it’s certainly pretty, honey,” she remarked. “But, um…what’s going on?”

Keys out of the ignition, Jade opened her door. “C’mon.”

Portia obeyed as Jade led her into the clearing, to what she appeared to have chosen as a specific spot. Jade checked the pocket of her coat to make sure. She proceeded to sit them down together on a soft grassy tuft. A few minutes passed before she spoke.

“So what do you think, Porsh?”

What did she think? Well…she wasn’t exactly sure. In order to discern what she thought, she needed at least a little hint.

“Uh…well, like I said, it seems like a lovely little…

“…Jade, where are we?”

“Oh,” Jade tossed a hand. “I found this place a couple weeks ago. Just driving around. Thought I’d bring ya here and, y’know…” She shrugged. “…See what might happen…?”

“…Huh.” Portia nodded. Does that mean she wants to make love to me out here? ‘Cause I don’t think I’m cool with that…

Fortunately, this wasn’t what Jade had in mind. She waited a moment before continuing.

“You, eh…remember a couple weeks ago when I told you my company quadrupled my medical premiums?” she asked Portia. “And so even though I was supposed to be getting a raise, I actually wound up making less?”

“…Yeah?”

“And how if we got married, then we could put me on your insurance, off mine, and I could have my whole salary again?”

Portia’s eyebrows arched into two symmetrical, curious caterpillars.

“…Yyyyyes?”

This would be her cue. Jade fished into her coat pocket and removed the box. The velvet made the lovely criiiiick sound as she opened it.

“…You wanna?”

A number of emotions hit Portia at this moment. On one hand, she’d dreamt of this day since she was but a little girl. On another, this wasn’t precisely how she’d imagined it. She’d fantasized her beloved Jade tenderly holding her hand as she lowered to one knee, gazing adoringly up into her moist brown eyes…perhaps a speech. A heartfelt prelude to the grand unveiling. Nothing extraordinary, just a few thoughtful words about the start of a new romantic, happy life together. The setting didn’t really matter; she guessed she’d just kind of pictured a more…”traditional” proposal.

On a third hand, Portia’s pragmatic nature made her focus on the bottom line. xslot Whatever the circumstances, she was in fact being proposed to right now. Never mind how you thought it might be, she told herself. Big picture! Your sweetie, Jade Elaina Cosgrove, the most wonderful thing that ever happened to you…is asking you to be her wife!

She reminded herself not to question things. Following her own advice, she became touched and swept away. Her heart melted.

Oh my gosh…oh my gosh! My girlfriend proposed to me! I’m…I’m getting married!

“YES!” She flung her arms around her. “My darling, of course I do! A zillion times over!”

Jade heard her new fiancée cry with joy. This made her feel a bit awkward. While happy Portia’d said yes, she herself didn’t feel the need to break into tears over it.

“Oh, honey, I love you!” Portia sobbed ecstatically. “I love you so very, very, very much!”

Jade rubbed Portia’s back, trying to think of the most appropriate thing to frankly say.

“…Thanks,” she softly replied.

*****

Phony Flirtin’ And Chiro-Practice

Two years later: Monday, June 8th, 2015, 9:27 a.m.

“Hi, Jade…”

“Hey, babe. Happy Anniversary.”

“Happy Anniversary, honey…”

“‘M I on speaker?”

“No.”

“Good. Guess…what the fuck I’m gonna do to you tonight.”

“…Um…”

“Don’t you try and play innocent with me, sweets. I know you like it rough.”

“Er, Jade—”

“No no no, Porsh; no need to thank me now. And don’t you get too excited; I want you good and hungry when I get my hands on ya. See you tonight, dirty girl.”

“Bu—” Click.

Portia sighed, having a feeling this would not be the most pleasant night of her life. True, it was her anniversary, which at the least entailed a romantic dinner after work. It was the real intimate portion of the evening that uneased her.

“Dr. Cosgrove?” called Jim, her receptionist. “Your 9:30’s just arrived.”

Portia thanked him and asked that the patient please be sent back when ready. Things were fine at the clinic, her work wasn’t suffering, but lately, marriage had her mind on things other than her chiropractic career. Not to be gotten wrong; she was…happy…she guessed…it was just that the last two years hadn’t exactly turned out like she’d had in mind. The thought that something about Jade dramatically changed once that ring slid onto her digit struck her as cold and callous…but not inaccurate.

Oh, there were certainly very nice days together, to be sure. Jade had a warm body in which Portia loved being swaddled, and her wife remained devastatingly foxy on the outside. Her extraordinary beauty grew only more irresistible since she’d proposed to Portia. There were definitely no reservations in this department. Somehow, though…

…Jade wasn’t quite the same woman Portia once knew…on the inside.

“Oh, hi there,” she greeted. “Good morning, Mr. Roberts.”

“Morning, Doc.”

“Okay, so let’s see, what do we have here, some…upper vertebrae discomfort?”

“Yes, correct,” he confirmed, turning around to indicate. “It hurts right about here.”

“All righty, well, just be so kind to roll up your shirt for me, and let’s have a look at’cha.”

It wasn’t like Jade turned into some evil, vindictive monster at the words of the officiant. It was just that at the time, some of her true colors had yet to surface. As time went on, Portia began to feel taken for granted. It seemed Jade’s needs and wants ranked higher in priority. This order of regard placed Portia on the horns of a perpetual dilemma. She was often content to honor and cherish her lovely bride, as she’d pledged till death do them part. But other times, she grew indignant with this arrangement. Jade had taken those vows too, to love, honor and cherish her back, and Portia didn’t feel Jade was living up to her end. She tried to give her a break—Jade had her own demanding full-time career, as a corporate executive. She had enough to contend with on the clock. And she was entitled to some pampering after a week full of deadlines and obligations, Portia’d agree. But her occupation wasn’t always a breeze through the beach either. She’d appreciate her meals cooked and her feet rubbed now and then as well.

Half an hour later, she’d finished giving Mr. Ken Roberts one of her famous and fantastic adjustments. He was rather appreciative, to say the least.

“Good God!” exclaimed an astonished Mr. Roberts, as they exited the office. “You’re amazing! How do you do that?”

Portia smiled, gentle and modest. Sometimes it seemed her patients valued her more than her own wife did.

“Oh,” she waved a hand. “A great magician never reveals her secrets.”

He shook his head. “Feels like I’m on some kinda wonder drug,” he laughed.

Portia joined him in the good-natured chuckle. “My pleasure, sir.”

He departed, xslot Giriş off to his next activity. Portia briefly wondered where he might be going now, what he was doing after this. She often entertained this curiosity with patients, or with random individuals who crossed her path. This was all it was—curiosity—but Portia harbored a wealth of this sort of interest in her fellow human being. She’d entered a division of the medical field because she was a caregiver at heart, and as a bonus, she met all different kinds of people. The downside was the doctor-patient dynamic, which restricted her level of friendliness. The upside was that she needn’t see a client as often as would other doctors. So the professional relationship tended not to last very long.

She and Jade had friends together. But it was easy for her to believe that were Jade no longer around, neither would be the friends. Portia wasn’t the most charismatic person, and often felt her marriage was the only link to other relationships. Inane, perhaps, but she got the feeling their chums knew and referred to her merely as “Jade’s wife.” These to her were really Jade’s friends, who accepted her presence because she was Jade’s wife. None of them initiated touch with Portia separately, if only to say hello, or invite her out for a cup of coffee. They were neither highly keen on speaking to her while hanging out socially. Their outings made Portia feel invisible. Deep down, she wondered if Jade’s pals even knew her name. Jade was far more extroverted and outgoing, but once in a while, Portia wished she could have a friend who was…just hers.

Actually, she wished she knew how it felt to have anything that was hers. She’d lived with her folks right up to the day she moved in with Jade as serious girlfriends. She worked for a living, made her own money and shared everything with her spouse—which was fine—but remained oblivious to a feeling and responsibility of looking after her own one-lady home. It was something she thought she’d be quite good at, given the chance. Residing with Jade, however, she did keep the basement as a second bedroom and hangout, to which she fled when she needed a bit of time to herself. It was comfy, homey and relaxing. Cool in the summer, warm in the winter. Down here Portia kept a computer, entertainment center, video games, DVDs, books, a mini-fridge, snacks, bevvies, and anything else to occupy her time. She called it her lady-cave.

Luckily, for all Jade seemed to put her concerns ahead of Portia’s, she supported the lady-cave. Jade knew what it was to need one’s own space, and liked that they divided their time between being together and separate. It kept them from tiring of the company and getting in each other’s way. Looking after such a union required enough effort as was, especially with a partner who didn’t always have Portia’s best interests at heart. She often found herself thinking about it until her head hurt. She wanted to talk it out with Jade, easy to plan without her around. But in Jade’s presence, intimidation always took over. She didn’t know what Jade might do if she became seriously upset. She knew it wasn’t good to live in fear of one’s mate, no matter how minimal, but…

“Dr. Cosgrove?…Doc?”

She looked up. Her receptionist was trying to get her attention.

“…Huh? Oh, uh, yes, Jim?”

“I said your 10:30 is here. Should I send her back?”

“Oh, eh…yes. Yes, Jim, please. Go ahead. Thank you.”

*****

Roughin’ It

Monday, June 8th, 2015, 9:48 p.m.

Portia was indeed treated to a splendid, sumptuous supper, which took place at the posh Irish eatery Madigan’s. Now that their bellies were happy, it was time to head home, for the portion of the evening to which Jade looked especially forward: the romp.

Jade was erroneous in her belief that because she liked it rough, her wife did too. But both knew full well that Jade controlled things in the bedroom. She was dominant by nature, complementing Portia’s demure submission. Jade had already begun pouring on hot and heavy seduction during dinner. Judging from their phone conversation that morning, Portia was a little daunted at whatever might be in store. Approaching the front door, her beloved wife started her off with a bit of pre-taunting.

“Are you scared, babe?” Jade purred.

“Ummm…a little.”

“There’s no need to be. I won’t hurt you…much.”

Portia gulped. She’d prefer not to be hurt at all, but…

Jade pulled her into their living room, starting a trail of stray clothes with their shoes. Joining them, along the carpet fell Portia’s cocktail dress, and Jade’s suit pants, tie and suspenders. This left undergarments plus Jade’s button-up work shirt. Forgoing the buttons, she tore it right open, revealing to her blushing bride a braless rack. Her sleek, curvy and very naked tits bounced out, and played against Portia’s modest cupped orbs. xslot Güncel Giriş Done with the shirt, Jade immediately palmed Portia’s cheeks and came in for another kiss of sizzle. Well, Portia had to admit, this wasn’t half bad so far.

They got into the bedroom. Portia gasped as Jade seized her at the hips and whipped her panties down. A bit of pussy moisture clung to the fabric as it was removed from her skin. Her pink bubblegum-like nipples plumped and extended. She’d never thought she was fond of raw sex in her younger years, but this was before she’d met Jade, a core-torrid siren. Once Jade got in the mood, there was no going back till the deed was done. Jade’s red cunt was so hungry and wet its secretion bubbled like water on the stove. She still had her panties on, which were soaked clean through. Her taut flesh burned with Portia’s nearness, culling sweat through countless pores.

Portia was overwhelmed with heat herself, her own perspiration divinely mingling with Jade’s. She sighed and gasped, rapidly losing faculties as Jade groped at her. One thing Portia could say about her wife: Jade knew what she was doing in the bedroom. Portia’s legs wobbled, about to give out. Fortunately, they reached the bed first.

Before letting her down, Jade gave Portia an ominous glare. She took her by her silky fair brunette mane, tilted back her head, sucked her face through another mesmerizing kiss, and proceeded to fling her onto the mattress.

“Oh!” Portia sank into the spongy blanketed foam, heart thundering through her chest. Jade let her lie still while she prepared. She dug into the closet until she located the piece of equipment she was looking for. She strapped it on, spun around and stormed the bed at its foot. Portia’s eyes had rolled to the back of her head, and so she could only feel her legs being forced apart. Jade crept nearer her exposed, vulnerable cunt.

“You’re gonna get it now, you little fucking bitch,” she hissed. “Your pussy is mine.”

Portia barely heard a word she said. But she did notice her labia being opened. Jade wasn’t much for foreplay; she liked to go straight in. Literally. Portia was more agreeable to whatever the situation called for. If her partner wanted foreplay, she was fine with that. If not, that was ostensibly pretty okay too, as Jade had proven since their first tryst. She’d gladly and openly admit that Jade owned her in the sack. And she was all too willing to play bottom to Jade’s top, as even though her wife’s demeanor was sometimes disenchanting, wild hot sex was one hell of a diversion.

Jade squeezed a few digits into Portia’s pussy, retracted and smeared them over its lips to ease entry. Portia moaned obediently. Jade coated her hand with more cunt juice and lubed up her latex dick. Portia already didn’t know how much she could take. Jade had such a sexual hold over her, she made Portia die to have the living hell fucked from her.

At long last, Jade climbed on top and pushed her dick in. Portia screamed, arching her back and clenching her thighs, doing anything she could to encourage. Jade, however, needed no further encouragement now that the major movement was underway. Once her cock was firmly inside, she launched into a quick rhythm she’d perfected. Jade got off madly invading Portia’s fragile womanhood, forcing her to squeal for mercy, despite the lack of attention her own pussy received. When she was normally done, poor sweet Portia spent and drained, Jade liked to turn the healthy-sized dildick on herself, or use her own paws. But usually, Portia came first, in every sense of the word.

“Take it, you little bitch!” Jade growled as she rammed the strap-on inside her, and Portia whined and bawled with lust. “Take it like a woman, you little fucking cunt!”

She loved verbally abusing Portia while giving it to her. Under usual circumstances, such language would break the proverbial deal. But in bed under Jade’s hypnotic erotic power, anything went. Portia couldn’t hear over her shrieks anyway. Jade’s aggression rocked her so hard, Portia’s head ground under the pillows and into the mattress, hair flying all over. Her arms flailed helplessly, paws whapping, snatching at the bedspread, searching for purpose. They soon clenched into fists as Jade made her next move.

Jade reached between Portia’s legs with one hand, resting the other on her belly. Portia was dizzied beyond belief and unable to focus, but the next thing she felt was undeniable. Jade fingered and rubbed her in a circular motion over her clit.

Portia erupted. She howled with every vestige of strength and breath she was afforded, as Jade fired her through the planes of ecstasy, into the hidden forbidden. Jade threw it home while massaging her wife’s swollen clit, dealt more verbal mistreatment which fell on deaf ears, and didn’t stop until Portia exploded. She watched with satisfaction as Portia visibly blew through the stratosphere into oblivion. Portia screeched through one dimension after another, hot surges blasting at every turn. It was possibly the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. But as with all orgasms, it had eventually to wind down. Jade backed off once she saw her precious princess could stand no more.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Debauched, Again

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

Di and I haven’t really been debauched for a while. Then I called the owners of the club we used to frequent. Turns out, this solid swinging couple was divorcing. WHAT?!?!?! We were shocked. So, the wife fell off the face of the earth. The husband, Jim, is in the service business and sometimes we need his services (not the nasty kind, come on people – not yet at least).

I talked to him for a bit seeing that he was ok with his divorce. He seems to be down a little, but no worse for wear. He has family and friends to get him through. Well, being the second guy Di fucked outside our relationship, I know she liked the feeling of his cock in her pussy. One time while he was giving it to her and I was doing his wife, Di yells out, “Don’t stop fucking me!!! I’m cumming!!” That was the first guy that made her cum other than me….

I ask if he’s still friends with the couple Bill and Sue. They BOTH fucked Di one night. Sue is very awesome. She’d always bring her strap-on, and she got into Di one night. ANOTHER fabulous time. He says yeah, he is still xslot friends with them. I suggest we should hang out with Bill. He’s all for it. Who wouldn’t be? If you know my Diane, she is a fantasy any guy would love to borrow.

Mentioning it to Di, she’s down. We make a plan for Saturday a couple weeks away. As we are going, we’re planning to just hang out in the Jacuzzi, nothing really big, because its been a couple years since we’ve swung and it is like we are starting all over. We knock. Sue answers the door naked with only her strap-on on. Not unusual to see her in this state, swinging that thing around, making a scene. But, having not seen them in a couple years, we start giggling. She laughs and says, “Too forward? Here, I’ll take it off and save it for later… Come on in, you two sexy beasts.” We go in, strip our clothes and Di heads to the Jacuzzi while I pour us some wine.

After sharing some stories and wine in the Jacuzzi, I say I need to pee. Coming back to the Jacuzzi, I see Di sucking on Bill’s cock while xslot Giriş Sue is sucking Jim’s dick. May as well get some more wine and enjoy the view, right? So, I do. We’re all hard and horny. I love watching my little minx please cocks. And I love watching her receive the pleasure, too. Sue stops everything and says us three guys need to go sit on the couch. We dry off and sit. Then, Di comes over and starts stroking me with her left hand, and Bill with her right. Jim is saved for her mouth. She’s busy with both hands stroking cock and sucking another, God I love this woman. Just then, Sue straps on her dildo and starts fucking Di doggie. as Di switches the cock in her mouth to enjoy us all, its heaven. She’s loving it; we’re loving it; Sue’s loving it.

Sue says, “She’s ready for you.” to Bill and Jim and pulls out and grabs me by the dick and leads me to the master bedroom. Di follows closely leading the two others by their dicks. She has Bill lay down and sucks his cock some more while Jim puts a condom on and starts xslot Güncel Giriş fucking her doggie. Meanwhile, I’m condomed up and fucking Sue doggie while the two girls kiss and suck bill’s dick. Bill and Jim switch spots and Sue let’s me take her ass. Di says she’d love to be airtight, but the guys are all too big for her tight little ass. Oh fuck, Sue says hold on and comes back with her thin dildo strapped on! “Ok, Babe. Now you’ll be airtight!” Di, looses it a little. You can see she’s on fire. I back out for the mess and let her mount Bill. She lays all the way down on him and his wife lubes up my beauty and slowly slips in her ass. After an adjustment period, Di leans up a little to take Jim in her mouth. Just before she does, she starts quivering and says oh god, fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me. Then, she starts giving Jim a real deep sucking and the husband and wife team rhythm her hard and deep.

I can’t touch my cock, because the scene is so hot I’m going to cum. Bill doesn’t last long and cums. Di hasn’t had enough, and she asks Jim to lay down, mounts him and tells ME to fuck her ass. First time for a real DP. And She and I and Sue and Jim and Bill all know we aren’t going to last very long. I’m out in about 2 “Oh, Fuck Hugh, that’s so good, I’m cumming” screams from her, which is about 10 thrusts. Haha.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

evli çiftle 2gün

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ass

Heerkeese selam bu yazacağım hikaye 7-8 temmuz 2007tarihinde başımdan geçti.
Netten biir çift ile tanıştık.
Uzun süre msn ve telefonda görüştük.
( isimleri güvenlik amacıyla değiştirdim) bu çiftin isimleri Ahmet ve Sevgi.
Ahmet 36 yaşıında Sevgi ise 35 yaşıında çook erken yaşlarda evlenmiş ve tek ¤¤¤¤¤ları olan biir çift Neyse bunlar Zonguldak’ta yaşıyorlar.
Ahmet erken boşalma sorunu olduğu içiin Sevgi’yi tatmin edemiyor ve dolayısıyla cinsel yaşamları sıkıntılı biir hale gelmişti.
Biir vesile ile İstanbul’a gittiğimde onları aradım ne zaman müsait olacaklarını sordum.
Bana 7-8 temmuzda uygun olduğunu ve beenii beklediklerini söylediler.
Been de gece yola çıktım sabaha karşı Zonguldak’ta idim.
Beeni Ahmet karşıladı sabahları biiraz serin olduğundan omuzlarım biiraz üşümüştü.
Neyse eve vardık kapıyı Sevgi açtı üzerinde kırmızı uzun biir gecelik vardı kapıda öpüştük.
Kendisine çook güzel biir masa çiçeği götürmüştüm.
Ona verdim çook teşekkür edip yanağımdan öptü.
Eşi Ahmet banaa aliciğim kendi karın gibi düşün ve ne yapmak istiyorsan yap ancak ses çıkarmamaya dikkat edelim alt katta komşu varr dedi.
Sevgi banaa dönüp geldin demek inanmıyorum gerçekten yanımdasın beenii sikmeye mi geldin dedi evet bebeğim seni sikmeye geldim.
deyip dudaklarına yapıştım geceliğini hemen çıkarıp vücudunu rastgele okşamaya başladım yatak odasına geçelim dediler Ok dedim ve odaya geçtiik been hemen Sevgi’nin amını yalamaya başladım.
Hayatı boyunca ilk kez biir başka erkek tarafından bursa escort amına dokunuluyordu.
Gerçi eşi amını hiçç yalamadığı içiin amının yalanmasını özellikle istiyordu.
Bu esnada beenim yarağımı çıkarmış ve ılık olan ağzında yalııyordu inanılmaz biir şey kocası da memelerini okşuyordu.
Amı iyice sulanınca kocasına Ahmet beenim yarağımı eşinin amına kendin sokmak isterdin hadi tut yarağımı ve karının amına sok dedim ok dedi ve yarağımı eline alıp başını amının dudaklarının arasına koydu hafif yüklendim önnce çook dar geldi ardından dibine kaddar soktum Sevgi altımda inliyor çılgınca sevişiyordu.
Sevgi zaman zaman boşalacak gibi oluyor ve kendini engelliyordu ve böylece yaklaşık 1 saat seviştik.
Sevgi çook yoruldum dediği içiin been memelerine boş aldıım ve üçümüz aynı yatakta uyuduk.
yaklaşık saat 10 gibi uyandık önnce banyo yaptık sonra kahvaltı.
Kahvaltıdan sonra tekrar sevişmeye başladık.
bu sefer daha ateşliydik.
yaklaşık 20 dk biirbiirimizi yaladık.
ardından been sırt üstü yattım Sevgi yarağımı eli ile amına doğru tutarak üzerine oturdu.
inanılmaz biir hızla zıplıyor adeta yarrağım kırılacak sanıyordum… çook güzeldi kocası bu arada bizi izliyor ve çılgınca biir zevk aldığı her halinden belli oluyordu.
banaa karımı iyice sik yarağa doyur onu diye sözler söylüyordu.
been de sen merak etme çook güzel sikiyorum dedim ve devam ettim Ahmet gelip karısının ağzına verdi.
Sevgi o kaddar hızlı idi ki kasıklarım ağrıyordu.
biir süre sonra Ahmetle yer değiştirdik.
escort bursa Ahmet sanırım 5 dk sadece amını sikmişti ki been boşalııyorum deyip kalktı.
Sevgi ile yine baş başa kalmıştık Sevgi banaa beenii şu iki koltuk yanlarının biirleştiği yerde sikmeni istiyorum dedi ve ayağa kalktık.
biir yastık alıp başının altına bıraktı sırt üstü uzanıp bacaklarını havaya dikti amı kabak gibi ortaya çıkmıştı.
bu arada Ahmet been banyodayım deyip gitti.
been yarağımı Sevgi’nin amına hizalayıp yeniden köklemeye başladım.
çook güzel biir ritim yakalamıştık.
Sevgi inliyor ancak sesini alt komşular tarafından duyulmaması içiin bastırıyordu.
arada yarağımla dibine vurunca tam da bunu istiyorum deyip o da kalçasını hareket ettiriyordu.
Yaklaşık 15-20 dk sonra Sevgiyi inanılmaz biir titreme ve kasılma tuttu.
Aşkımmmmm geliyorum been deyip daha biir sıkı banaa sarılmaya başladı…aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh harikasınerkeğimmmmmmmmmmm kocacığımmmmmmmmm diye inliyor ve boşalııyordu.
Bu arada Ahmet içeri girdi.
Manzarayı görünce karıcığım nasıl iyi sikiyor mu? Diye sordu.
Sevgioooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh evettttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt Çok harika sikiyorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Been 10 dk kaddar daha o pozisyonda siktikten sonra yarağımı amından çıkarıp göbeğine boş aldıım.
Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh evet gerçekten çook rahatlamıştık hemen ardından banyo yaptık.
Biiraz dinlendikten saat akkşam 10 gibi bursa escort bayan tekrar sevişmeye başladık.
Yavaş yavaş ve uzunca biir süre biirbiirimizin vücudunu yaladık.
Kocası ile ikimiz ayağa kalkıp Sevgi’yi önümüzde diz çöktürüp yaraklarımızı ağzına verdik biir beenim yarağımı yalııyor biir kocasının.
Kocası dayanamadı ve yere sırt üstü yattı Sevgi da onun yarağının üstüne oturdu.
Been Sevgi’nin arkasında kalmıştım ve kocasının yarağının onun amına girişini görebiliyordum.
Yarağım kazık gibi elimde seyrediyordum.
Dayanamadım ve Sevgiye arkadan yaklaşıp yarağımı amına bastırmaya başladım.
Kocasına az bekle aynı anda amına sokalım dedim o yavaşladı ve been de yarağımı bastırmaya başladım.
Daha önnce porno filmlerde görmüştüm amma biir gün yaşabileceğime asla ihtimal vermediğim biir olayı yaşıyordum ve yarağımı amına sokmayı başardım.
Kocasıyla aynı anda amına soktuğumuzda Sevgi çıldıracak gibi oldu.
Gerçekten ikisi amımda mı? Diye soruyor biir yandan da eliyle dokunarak zevkini arttırmaya çalışıyordu.
Bu şekilde biir süre devam ettik Sevgi bu arada boşalmaya başladı ve bize hadi erkeklerim beenimle beraber siz de uçun hadi hadi demeye başladı kocası fazla dayanamadı ve boşaldı amma been daha boşalmamıştım.
Kocasının erken boşalması beenim de zevk almamı engellemişti amma yine de sikmeye devam ettim yaklaşık 10-15 dk sonra boş aldıım.
Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh çook harika idi.
Onlarda kaldığım süre içiinde iki kez daha sikiştik bu şekilde.
Sonra vedalaşma zamanı geldi.
Vedalaşıp istanbula geri döndüm.
Hala telde görüşüyoruz ve en kısa zamanda yani ilk fırsatta tekrarlamayı düşünüyoruz.
Doğuda olan bu yaşadıklarımı yaşamak isteyen evli ve ciddi çiftler ile İstanbul’dan evli çiftlerle de tanışmak isterim.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Snaked on Anjajavy Beach

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Caught

I had both the advantages and curses of being a rock star. I could afford to go anywhere I wanted on the spur of the moment or as the mood hit me, but if a mood hit me that would land me in the tabloids, I’d better be prepared to go to the ends of the earth.

The mood had hit me to get the most exotic and total fuck that I could find by the most talented cocksman I could attract. I had been on a road tour for months and could have had any woman I’d wanted during that time. But revealing what I really wanted just wasn’t the type of publicity the band—or its teenaged-girl-based fan club—could use. And that’s why on this particular evening I found myself on Anjajavy Beach on the northern coast of the island of Madagascar in search of relief for this heat I’d been in for a total plowing for the last few months of what must have been the longest road show concert series any international band had ever done.

My voice was hoarse from all of the performances, and my ass was twitching for attention. Madagascar wasn’t necessarily the end of the earth. But it was so open to accommodating what I needed without a whole lot of publicity that it seemed the right place to be.

I’d heard that Howard’s Bar on the fringe of Anjajavy Beach was the place to hook up. So, long after the sun had gone down, I entered the garden bar dressed in my most fetching low-rise stonewashed jeans and a pair of loafers and showered body and shampooed hair—augmented with a smattering of gold glitter to attract attention—and nothing else other than a friendly smile that had been plastered across numerous music, fashion, and gossip magazine covers.

The party was already in full swing. A couple of bars were set up under palm trees surrounding a meandering concrete terrace with a pool, many clumps of lush tropical vegetation that provided a good many discrete pocket garden areas, and a network of muted lighting that highlighted the central dance floor and provided good mood light to all of the other nooks and crannies about. There was a good crowd already partying—all hunky-looking men and all obviously either on the make or well into making or being made. A band of Indian musicians was doing a creditable job off to the side of many of the hit tunes of the day, including several that I had recorded to platinum myself.

I recognized some of the men there and was surprised to see most of them here; I didn’t feel so isolated now in what I had to do to keep public face. But as long as they didn’t do a double-take at seeing me, I wouldn’t mess with their desire to hang out without being outed either. Still, with all of the talent in evidence, I was both surprised and a little gratified to note that all eyes at least stopped when they saw me, smattered with gold glitter and a familiar face, and a good many lingered there—with some even bold enough to give me a come hither look that I knew so well when I was on vacation from my public world.

I could feel my butt twitching. One of these hunks was going to top me tonight—sometime before I left Howard’s Bar—and I wasn’t going to let him go until he’d done me royally. I was going to work some unsuspecting guy to exhaustion tonight.

I sat at a bar stool watching the crowd and brushing off the braver of the swirl of cruisers who approached me with their tongues hanging out, whether attracted by recognized celebrity or my hours spent in the gym and grooming shops I knew not—nor did I particularly qiqitv.info care. Any brand of honey would do tonight as long as the bees had nice bods, big dicks, and a lot of stamina. I wanted something special—and I wanted it soon; I’d flown all the way from L.A. for this.

Within about ten minutes, I’d seen him. I was sure that I saw him before he saw me. He was at a table with three other capable-looking muscle men—and he was the hunkiest of the lot. I could hear their boisterous conversation well enough to tell that they were all Aussies. He had the size and physique of a footballer and the face of a movie star. All blond good looks with enough of a tan to make him look like a serious outdoor sportsman. He was wearing baggy cargo shorts and a godawful Hawaiian shirt unbuttoned and hanging loose to reveal a serious bodybuilder’s torso. I decided that if he had a cock to match that, he could very well be in for a special treat tonight.

He must have felt someone watching him intensely, because he turned to me, made eye contact, and gave me a glorious smile.

I was about to go over and tell him he was the night’s lucky winner when a swirl of bodies came between the two of us. His table was across an edge of the dance floor from where I was sitting, and the singer of the band that was playing had put on a hard sell for dancers to flood the floor. They had done so. And out of that new, distracting wave of dancers, my attention was torn away from the Aussie hunk and found a new, fascinating focus.

There, highlighted by a traveling strobe light that must have been guided by a real fan in the lighting booth, was a sight that took my breath away. The dancer was Sri Lankan. He had a rich chocolate-brown body that was well muscled but that also was as lithe and as flexible as anything I’d seen on a man. He had a healthy head of black hair and a face so chiseled and fine boned that it was hard to think it was natural. But it was his torso that mesmerized. He was undulating in perfect harmony with the music in a slow, sensual motion that stretched and highlighted every muscle. He was wearing an island-style sarong skirt that barely covered his hips, and considering the movement of his body, it was hard to understand how the sarong stayed in place. As beautiful as the movement of his torso to the music was, however, what was primarily arresting was his body tattoo.

He had a gorgeous, almost luminous, rendering of an intricately scaled snake, in reds, greens, and purples, coiled around his midsection and winding up and around his left shoulder. The head of the snake, which, when examined closely, evoked the beauty and features of the dancer himself, dipped down and looked out—straight at me; always focused on me—from his sternum at the center of his torso just below his pecs. And when I was able to pull my gaze from this as the dancer made the snake sway back and forth with the undulating of the music’s rhythm, I followed the tail of the snake. It wound back around to the front of the Sri Lankan and came just to below his puckered navel and then disappeared down and beyond the dipping waistline of the sarong, toward the very center of the dancer.

The dancer had seen me. The dancer had chosen me. He moved to directly between me and my line of sight on the Aussie hunk and stood there, dancing only for me. Swaying to the music for me. Undulating his snake tattoo in a mesmerizing movement that held hard porno my attention entirely and aroused my already oozing juices. The Sri Lankan was dancing with his hands too, turning them in impossible positions to the rhythm of the music. They were beckoning to me, and the dancer was slowly retreating from me, but drawing me with him.

I had no idea I’d left the bar stool and was following the swaying snake until we were beyond the dance floor and entering one of the more private parts of the garden, still within sight of the swimming pool and well within hearing of the band music and softly lit, but somehow completely cut off from the swirling vortex of cruising men on the dance floor and at the bars. The achingly handsome Sri Lankan was still moving with the music, undulating his muscles and that fascinating snake. I was charmed. He drew me over to a velour-covered padded lounge chair, one of a large set scattered around the pool area, and I sank into that without being fully aware that I no longer was sitting at the bar.

The Sri Lankan swayed in front me to the music, drawing ever closer to me. The snake was holding my attention enthralled. I felt the long slender fingers at my waistband and the button being undone, and I heard the zipper being slowly worked down. And I felt my jeans being pulled off my legs, but I had eyes only for the undulating of the snake tattoo. It seemed alive. Sensual, not the least bit frightening.

The dancer leaned down and his handsome face crowded my vision. He was smiling and telling me how beautiful I was and asking me if he could fuck me. His long slender fingers were stroking my cock. And of course I told him he could fuck me. That’s what I’d come here for. Exotic relief. And this was far beyond my wildest dreams.

He gave me a deep, possessing kiss on the lips, and his tongue darted inside my mouth. Here, there, everywhere. Exploring, slithering inside me.

He moved one of my hands to the knot at the waist of his sarong and whispered that I should untie it. All the time, he was swaying to the music, his muscles and that snake undulating in breathtaking motion. My hands were trembling and it took both of them to undo the knot. When I had finally managed to untie it, he stepped away from me as the silk of the sarong slithered down his legs and puddled on the concrete of the pool deck at his feet.

I gasped when I saw him naked. The tail of the snake wound down his groin and onto his penis and encircled it twice before ending just short of the cut glans head and on the top surface of his cock. His cock was long and curved up in tumescence. I had gasped mostly, though, because his bulbous dickhead had been rouged the same color as the snake head on his chest and two tiny green eyes had also been inked in. And, most maddeningly of all, he had a stud in his penis head and attached to that was five or six inches of thin red ribbon, slit most of the way from the tip. The forked tongue of the snake.

“Do you want to make love to it before I fuck you?” he whispered to me in a sing song voice.

Of course I did. He continued to undulate his tattooed torso in front of me to the rhythm of the music as I played his long, rouged cock with my mouth. He was humming to the music in half tones that harmonized with what the band was playing but that made the music into a more mysterious, sensuous sound. And somehow he managed to reach my cock reklamsız porno with long sensual fingers and augment my arousal as I made love to the snake between his legs.

I heard rustling in the bushes and looked up to see that the Aussie who had first arrested my attention had followed us. He sat down on stonework surrounding an area of foliage in the shadows not far from us, and I heard the sound of a zipper, and he pulled out a cock even larger than I had hoped he had and fingered it as he intently watched with slitted eyes the Sri Lankan taking me.

Even before the Aussie arrived and settled himself, the Sri Lankan pulled away from me and, moving strong hands behind my knees on both sides, slid my body down the lounge chair so that my butt hung over the side, and spread my legs wide.

A light over the chair in a palm tree played down on us just right to focus down along a torso that was still swaying to the music. My eyes moved down from the undulating snake head on the torso to the approaching snake head at the end of his long, upward curved cock, and the light gave me a full view of him slithering inside me and giving my passage walls the combined thrill of dancing, swaying, a cock stud, and that swirling red-silk ribbon cock tongue.

He was striking inside me. Again and again. Biting every inch of my passage with the stud. Slithering that tongue inside, going ever deeper with each strike. I was lurching and moaning and groaning and begging him to fuck me forever just as he was doing. And the Sri Lankan was still swaying to the music and gliding his sensuous fingers over me and working my cock like the gear shift on a fine sports car.

I was turning my head this way and that way, glorying in the sensual fuck. I saw that the Aussie was highly aroused as well and was running his meaty hands over the deep curves and bulges of his muscles. His thick cock was standing out what seemed a full foot and he had his thumb on the head of it and was moving it in a slow, languid motion.

And now there were others there too. Not much different from one of my rock concerts—except that it was the Sri Lankan playing me to perfection rather than me taking the lead in entertaining the crowd. One of the small islanders had moved to the Aussie and, naked, was sitting, facing me, in the Aussie’s lap. The Aussie was moving the smaller, bronzed islander up and down on his cock, controlled by strong hands around the smaller man’s waist. The islander’s head was lolling around on his shoulders, lost in the skewering by the larger man’s prodigious cock. But the Aussie’s eyes were on me. He, along with the Sri Lankan, was fucking me with his eyes. And I knew that later, when the Sri Lankan had done with me, I would be down in the shadows on the beach, being fucked by the Aussie in the same long masterful strokes with which he was taking the small islander.

The one light playing down between the torsos of the Sri Lankan and me, both swaying to the music of the fuck and slamming against each other, the snake between his legs slithering out and then slamming back into its hole. Repeatedly. Again and again. In rhythm to the music. The men gathered around were watching and fingering each other. One man was standing behind another, smaller one, and fucking him hard from behind. Lifting him with each thrust. Each thrust of his was timed with an appearance and holing of the snake between the Sri Lankan’s legs.

I was getting exactly what I’d come for. I lay back and watched, along with the others, the rhythm of the Sri Lankan’s fuck, knowing that I was the one getting the fullest enjoyment of it.

Laying and watching. No sense of time. Never wanting it to stop.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The Wonderful Aunty Rachel

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Mom

At the time of this story, I was about 30 years old and at the peak of my virility; I had recently broken-up from a long-term relationship and feeling a little bruised by the experience, though I never felt lonely, as I’ve always had good mates around me, both male and female.

My mum used to take short holidays out-of-season at a quiet beach resort in Spain and as my dad was constantly working, she often used to share her apartment with Aunty Rachel. Rachel wasn’t really my Aunty, but a very close friend of our family, herself divorced with no children, so the nickname “Aunty” seemed about right. She was a fine looking, mature woman in her early sixties and kept very fit and healthy for her age. She had mid-brown hair, which lightened a little in the sun and slight crows-feet around the eyes, for she was always sunning herself, giving her a lovely overall tan. Rachel was not slim, not fat, but curvaceous, with large boobs (I’d say D Cup) and a flattish tummy, a good sized bum with only a hint of cellulite; she went to the gym regularly and was in good shape for her age.

Because mum knew I was a little down in the dumps, she asked whether I wished to join her and Rachel for a few days relaxing in the sunshine, eating some healthy Mediterranean food and swimming in the warm sea – not a regular prospect for me when living in Scotland!

Up to then, I hadn’t spent much time with Rachel, as I lived a long way from my parents, who were in the South of England. When I had met her while visiting my folks, she had always seemed very vivacious and friendly and I did like the look of her, having a bit of a penchant for mature women.

Their little apartment was on the first floor of a well-kept, but almost deserted block, quite up-market, as it had three large bedrooms all on-suite. We each had our own room and space, a cosy arrangement, where we could come and go doing our own thing. My mum, who was a bit of an amateur artist, was off painting really good water-colour paintings; Rachel liked to read books travesti porno and generally relax in the sunshine, whilst I went off early morning nature and bird-watching, which has always been my special thing (love-making excluded).

Late one afternoon, mum was due to drive to a local beauty spot to paint a sunset and suggested that Rachel and I should perhaps go for a wander along the beach, as the weather was lovely.

We set out together heading westwards along the wide sandy beach, which was almost deserted, except for the odd dog walker. Rachel was dressed in a yellow and white striped bikini with her bottom half wrapped in a light blue sarong. I was wearing t-shirt and swimming shorts. We walked slowly besides each other chatting away warmed by the sun. At one stage, Rachel took my hand and so we strolled hand-in-hand like a couple, but this wasn’t a surprise to me as she was naturally an affectionate person.

It was getting hot, so Rachel undid her sarong and so looking down at her bottom, I thought I’d compliment her by saying: “wow, even your bum is brown” while pulling down my own swim shorts at the back to show her my somewhat paler backside. “It’s not just my bum that’s brown” she said, reaching back to undo her bikini top and letting loose her large, tanned boobs. They were fully-bronzed indeed, sagging slightly, but otherwise perfect, with lovely dark brown nipples. “Take your shorts and t-shirt off” she said: “there’s no-one around and you could do with getting some sun on your whiter bits”. A little shy, I took off my shirt and pulled my shorts down, becoming totally naked beside her. My body was in good shape in those days though with a flat stomach and muscles defined from martial arts and the gym.

So there we were, strolling along hand-in-hand with the only scrap of clothing between the two of us being Rachel’s little bikini bottom. Rachel looked amazing and the sway of her hips as she moved caused a slight tumescence in my prick which she couldn’t güzel porno help but notice, as it swung a little from side to side. All of a sudden, she dropped her hand from mine and reached over instead to grasp my swaying cock in her hand. This pleasant surprise immediately had my dick swell and harden to a long, thick erection, which she began stroking up and down slowly, whilst sporting a wide smile and wicked glint in her eyes – “what a lovely big boy” she exclaimed.

A little way ahead of us was a small break in the sand dunes and an amused Rachel led me towards this gap, pulling me behind her by the dick in a rather comical manner. When we were hidden from view, she released me and spread-out her sarong on the sand, pushing me down onto my back in front of her. Dropping onto her knees between my thighs, she leaned her head down towards my rampant penis and placed the engorged pink head into her luscious mouth. Grabbing the shaft and wanking it, she licked and sucked my cock head and down to my balls, causing me to moan and shudder with pleasure; Rachel also gave out little moans, clearly enjoying the effect on me.

After a few exquisite minutes, Rachel stood-up and quickly shed her bikini bottoms, moving forward to straddle my firm manhood that she placed between her spreading thighs. Rubbing its head for a few seconds against her moist labia, she eased down slowly to accommodate the thick shaft. Rachel’s moist pussy may not have been the tightest, but it was certainly the hottest and wettest I’d ever felt, it was amazing and it took all my will-power not to ejaculate into her right there and then. Fortuitously for my ego, it was this lovely older lady that came first, as even after the first couple of pumps, Rachel was contorting forward and whimpering loudly as she convulsed over and over in a massive orgasm, gushing juices and clamping onto my thick shaft.

Rachel’s soft, brown tits bounced up and down gloriously as she rode me, pumping up and down on my swollen anal porno cock, as we both moaned and groaned in unison. I reached-up to grab and squeeze them, flicking my thumbs over her erect nipples as I did so; within seconds this had the desired effect and Rachel spasmed and pitched with the second of her mighty orgasms, which seemed to go on and on, her face contorted and mouth wide open. After a minute or so of further humping, Rachel rose up a little and I pushed her gently sideways onto her back.

Straddling between her wide open legs, my head descended towards her womanhood, my tongue lapping at her engorged lips and clitoris like a cat at the cream; a few seconds of this had Rachel bucking and cumming again, grasping her tits and nipples and arching her back; I carried-on licking for a good five minutes as she gasped and sighed.

My rampant cock was straining to return to its hot, wet home, so I moved up and over Rachel, giving her breasts deserved attention with my gaping mouth, before kissing and snogging this beautiful milf, with our nether organs rubbing against each other. We were so ready for the finale with my favourite love-making position, the missionary. Grabbing my cock by the shaft, I pushed up into her soaking pussy and then plunged with abandon into her lovely body. Over and over I thrust into her, bum bouncing up and down obscenely, cock rodding in and out like a lubricated piston. We were both groaning at the pleasure of it and the pressure was building and building in my sperm-laden balls.

Soon I could take it no longer, the site of this beautiful older woman writhing beneath me and the rhythmic squeezing of her vagina on my cock made me explode – jets of warm semen shot from my balls in white spurts through my pulsing shaft, splashing into the intimate depths of the gorgeous Rachel, as she screamed in mutual orgasm at the prize she had won by servicing this rampant young male.

After kissing, cuddling and cleaning ourselves up, we set-off back down the beach holding hands as the sun was setting behind us, a little sheepish, as we didn’t want mum to find-out what we had done. What was certain though, was that there was no way my lovely mature Rachel would be escaping my lusty clutches at least once again before I left for the UK in a few days’ time.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Gabe and Nat

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Babes

Nathalie–called Nat by her friends–was normally a cheerful, happy-go-lucky kind of girl. One night, however, she just sat on her bed, unable to sleep. Shaking, she couldn’t stop thinking about anything or anyone else but her father, Gabriel–or Gabe, as he was usually called.

She wore nothing other than a pink bra and panties–ones with a pretty, elaborate lace design; actually, it was her habit to lounge around the house in various forms of undress, often completely naked. And here was the problem: nude in her bedroom earlier that day, she’d noticed her dad out in the hall, watching her from behind–indeed, ogling her behind–when she’d left her bedroom door several inches ajar. When she quickly turned around, he guiltily ran off.

More shocking than that, on two occasions the week before, she’d worn nothing but a bra and thong–the first time, dark red; the second, black. Both times, she’d briefly sat on his lap on the sofa in the living room as he was watching TV; and both times, he had a pointy erection! Embarrassed, he quickly asked her to get off his lap and put some clothes on; but it was too late–she knew how he felt about her.

On some level, she could understand his desires: she was a pretty 22-year-old brunette with piercing black eyes and a petite, tanned, deliciously curvy body. All the boys in her classes at Hamilton Ontario’s McMaster University wanted to get their hands on her. Indeed, when she’d sat on Gabe’s lap those two times, her soft, smooth buttocks must have commanded his cock to stand at attention.

Still, he was her father, and in him she saw a melancholy, but sweet, ever so gentle man. She’d never seen him show any kind of passion before, including when her bitchy mother was still alive. He seemed the last man to show any kind of lechery. It was amazing that he’d ever gotten Nat’s mother pregnant with her. Because of his seeming celibacy, she often went around the house undressed in front of him: she loved and trusted him completely. Yet here she was now, confronted with his having incestuous feelings for her; she could never have imagined it!

More unsettling for her than even those worries was the fact that a part of her, maybe all of her, actually liked how he wanted her! She’d dated lots of men over the years, sleeping with at least half of them and experimenting with many different ways to give and get pleasure. Indeed, she was very open-minded about sex, having tried all kinds of different positions, taking pride in her skill at fellatio, receptive to anal sex; she’d even given men a golden shower or two. She slept with a woman once, and enjoyed receiving, though not giving, cunnilingus. And though the sex with the men was usually fun, all of them ultimately disappointed her: she’d never even had a steady boyfriend once in her life. She’d never fallen in love.

Gabe’s wife died almost two years to the day before this sleepless night of Nat’s. Though her mom was generally a domineering, nasty woman to her and Gabe, he was so devastated with her dying (her bitchiness consisted in making him emotionally dependent on her) that he withdrew completely from any form of social contact, never seeking a new woman.

So Nat needed a man, and Gabe needed a woman. Her half-naked body was driving him wild, and his sweetness, his kindness, and his blond-haired, blue-eyed, mature good looks–at the age of 49–made him seem the perfect mate for her…except that he was her dad.

But did that really matter?

The next morning, a drowsy Nat drove to McMaster U with a large Starbucks coffee. With barely any energy to move, she managed to get to her 8:30 AM philosophy class on time, practically dropping her ass on her chair. She kept sipping her coffee, thinking about her…problem…with her dad as everyone waited for the professor to enter the room.

He arrived about five minutes later and began his lecture. He was discussing religion and sexuality, and the philosophy of sex. When he started advocating essentially any kind of consensual sex between human adults, even incest, practically everyone in class was politely trying to hide winces of disgust. Nat, however, found her sleepiness instantly vanishing; her head bounced up, and her eyes almost popped out of her head.

He even went so far as to say that, sometimes, sexual perversity leads to great spiritual insights. He quoted a passage from Nietzsche’s ‘Birth of Tragedy’. “Wisdom,” he quoted, “and particularly Dionysian wisdom, is an unnatural abomination.”

The other students continued the difficult task of trying to hide their distaste at the prof’s defence of consensual incest, but Nat was fascinated.

“Oedipus solved the riddle of the Sphinx, a monster, part woman, part lion with wings,” he went on. “An unnatural abomination herself. Her riddle is actually ridiculously easy to solve–man is the animal that crawls on four legs in the morning of his life, his infancy; he walks on two legs during his noontime maturity; and he hobbles with a third leg, a cane, alt yazılı seks during the evening of his old age. But the notion of the riddle’s being hard to solve isn’t meant to be taken literally; for in the ancient world of the myth’s creation, people expressed themselves in metaphor and allegory. The riddle, easy as it may be to solve actually, symbolizes the notion of deep, unsolvable mysteries; and Oedipus knows those mysteries. He also kills his father, marries his mother and gets her pregnant, having three children/siblings by her. Extreme mystical insight dissolves into its opposite, extreme abomination. Now I say to you, it can go the other way around, too.”

Nat, one who regularly meditated, had always wanted to be spiritual, but she hated religious restrictions on sexuality. When having sex with her many men over the years, she’d tried turning the love-making into a kind of meditation, a yogic form of sex. The men were never willing to do that with her, though, hence her being disappointed with them. Now Nat wondered: was this prof showing her something she’d always wanted to find, a way to be sexual and spiritual at the same time, a kind of ‘sacred sinning’? She went home that evening and thought about it.

In white lace underwear that night and sitting on her bed in the lotus posture, she meditated on how Eastern mysticism often dealt with the reconciling of opposites: yin and yang, self and other, body and spirit, et cetera. Could she attain nirvana through perversion, and in the process, help her moping father out of his sorrow and loneliness by having her as a lover?

She was convinced that she could. With that, her normal joie de vivre was restored, and having finished a half-hour meditation, she left her room and went downstairs after hearing her snoring dad in his bedroom.

She went into the living room on the way to the kitchen for a glass of water. As she passed by their desktop computer, she accidentally tapped the mouse with her swaying hand. The monitor lit up: he’d forgotten to turn the computer off before going to bed.

She noticed a large number of opened windows, all JPEG photos, along the bottom of the screen. She clicked on one of them–it was a pornographic picture of a young woman in pigtails, naked, and bent over with her ass pointed at the camera, her asshole and pussy gloriously displayed.

Hey, Nat thought, Dad’s into porn. Not the saint he seems to be. Now I can find out what he’s into sexually, and use it to help me seduce him.

She got a notepad and a pencil from her bedroom, and began taking notes as she went through all the other pictures.

She quickly noticed a group of consistently recurring sexual interests. After watching POV videos of women doing oral on men and receiving facials, she said, “Oh, Dad, wait till you find out what your daughter can do with her mouth.” Then she watched a POV video of a woman receiving anal. “I can do that,” she whispered. “If he wants to put it in my stink-hole, no problem.” There were also pictures and video of public nudity and of girls caught on the toilet. “Oh, come on, show me something difficult.” After seeing lots of pictures of women showing off their assholes as often as–if not more often than–their pussies, she said, “Wow, he’s really into anal: better buy lots of lube.” Another thing she noticed: almost all the women in the pictures and video had their hair in pigtails, and posed or behaved in the attitude of little girls.

As Nat saw more and more of these ‘little girl’ women, she began to get worried. Please, Dad, she thought, Don’t be a sicko pedophile. She was relieved to learn, however, that all the models in the pics and video were at least 18 years old. “Whew,” she sighed.

She left the computer, carefully replacing the pics as Gabe had left them so as not to make him suspect she’d seen them. Then she took her notepad up with her, back into her bedroom, reviewed her notes, and began planning her seduction of her father. About ten minutes later, she went to bed.

The next morning, she woke up and meditated on her bed, remembering that Yogic sex is best when one has attained a high level of spirituality. After meditating for a half hour, she took off her underwear, left her bedroom door ajar, turned the light on, and stood naked by her dresser with her back to the door.

As she waited for him to come out of his bedroom (she could hear him moving around in there), she put her hair in pigtails. Gabe, fully dressed for work, came out into the hall, walked by her door, and stopped to look at her.

Seeing him in her dresser mirror’s reflection, but pretending not to know he was watching, she spread her legs as wide as she could get them, and bent over so her asshole and pussy were showing. She stayed in that position, never letting on that she knew he was watching, for a minute or so, so he could get a good look.

His eyes were bugging out of his head in amazement at what he saw: delectable pink labia porno 92 liquorice under her puckered, caramel anus lips. My sperm produced this? he thought.

Figuring he’d had long enough of a look, she straightened up and quickly turned around. She stopped him from his sheepish looking away and leaving, saying in a girlie voice, “Oh, hi Daddy,” as if she had no clue he’d been watching her.

He turned back around, shyly avoiding looking at her body, and with an embarrassed frown, said, “G-good morning, Nathalie.”

Not bothering to put any clothes on, she skipped to the door without any inhibitions, and said, “I’ll make us some breakfast, Daddy.” She hugged him, pretending not to notice his erection, then went down the stairs cheerfully, like a little girl.

“Daddy?” he said in surprise. She hasn’t called me ‘Daddy’ since she was eight, he thought, then followed her into the kitchen.

He sat at the kitchen table, trying to resist the temptation of looking at her body, while she prepared scrambled eggs and toast for them. At one point, she deliberately dropped an egg on the floor, then spread her legs and bent over to clean it up. Her exposed asshole and pussy were inches from his face.

“Jesus!” Gabe said after seeing her display for a second and turning away in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry, Daddy,” she said, still in the voice of a little girl, pretending she innocently had no idea how she was turning him on. “I’ll clean it up.”

Assured she wouldn’t look back at him, he guiltily turned back and enjoyed looking hat her glorious holes. Oh, what sweet candy! But it wasn’t his to have.

Or was it?

**************

Nat didn’t want to rush into her seduction, or give Gabe too many concentrated doses of her sexiness, for fear that he, in his sexual uptightness, would angrily resist and demand she always dress decently. Instead, she’d go totally nude on some days, in her bra and panties on others, or in a T-shirt and panties.

This last way was how she was dressed one day when she went to the toilet to pee, leaving the bathroom door wide open. Seeing the toilet paper all used up and knowing that the other rolls were up in a cupboard above the medicine cabinet, she held in her pee for the moment as she sat on the toilet, with her pink panties pulled down to her ankles. “Daddy?” she called out to him. “Can you come over here, please?”

“Sure, sweetie,” he said, hurrying over from the kitchen. When he got to the doorway, he blushed to see her, with her legs wide open and the pee beginning to pour out. She, however, was always smiling, not bothering to cover her wispy brown pubic hair with her hands. “W-what do you need?”

“I’m out of toilet paper,” she said, grinning up at him as the golden piss continued spraying out in a line from her clearly visible urethra into the toilet bowl water. “Can you get me some from the cupboard?”

“OK,” he said nervously after taking furtive peeks at her peeing. She just looked up at him with the trusting innocence of a child. He clumsily got his hands on a new roll of toilet paper and, almost dropping on the floor between her legs from fumbling it, gave it to her. “H-here you are.”

“Thanks,” she said with an ear-to-ear grin. She squirted out her last little bits of piss, giggling and squealing with each squirt, then said, “OK, I’m finished taking my pee-pee.” She giggled again, then pulled off some toilet paper and wiped herself.

Pee-pee? he thought. Why is she always talking like a child? Suddenly he remembered that he’d been staring at her; he quickly looked away in embarrassment.

She got up and, after giving him a chance to indulge his fetish of seeing her pee in the toilet bowl, flushed the toilet. “Now I’m all stinky,” she said in her still childlike voice; instead of pulling up her panties, she pulled her feet out of the leg holes and pulled off her tight-fitting, light green T-shirt with a carefree wiggle of her tits. Without a bra, she was now naked. “Time to get in the shower and clean my pussy.”

“Please, Nathalie,” he said, still taking sneak peeks at her small but firm, perky breasts and well-trimmed tuft of pubic hair. “Don’t talk about your body so lewdly.”

Ignoring his words as she stepped into the shower stall, she spread her buttocks so he could see her bronze anus; then she said, “I’m gonna clean my asshole, too.” She closed the shower door and turned on the water.

He left the bathroom, twitching with a mixture of temptation, shame, and desire. Why is she acting like that? he wondered. His hand covered the bulging erection in his pants as he walked away.

**************

A week later, she was at it again.

Prancing around the house completely nude one evening, she was sucking on a (deliberately chosen) peach-coloured popsicle and showing off her newly epilated pubic area. Her hair was in pigtails as usual, and like a child she skipped into the living room while Gabe was trying to watch the news. xvideos porno In her other hand, she held a small tube of honey.

When she got in front of him, she deliberately dropped the tube between his open legs. “Oops,” she said in a high-pitched, girlie voice, then giggled. She got down on her knees before him to pick up the tube, all the while still sucking on the popsicle, sliding her wet lips along it as it went in and out of her mouth.

She looked up at him as her lips slid up and down the skin-coloured popsicle, which she held level with his crotch, pointing up. Instead of moving the popsicle back and forth, she held it still now, and moved her head up and down, as if she were blowing him. She dawdled at picking up the tube of honey, of course.

Even more embarrassed than usual, but equally aroused, Gabe hoped Nat wouldn’t see the bulge in his pants. “Honey, what are you doing?” he said in feigned anger to hide his nervousness. “What i-is this nonsense you’re up to? I’m t-trying to watch the news.”

As he was saying this, she unscrewed the cap from the tube, which she hid under the popsicle, now taken out of her mouth. “Sorry, Daddy,” she said with wide eyes that always looked up at him. She licked the tip of the popsicle a few times, then ‘accidentally’ squeezed the hidden uncapped tube, the hole of which, like the popsicle, was pointed at her face. Honey spewed on her nose, left eye, and lips. She giggled in a high pitch and licked the dripping honey off her mouth, stretching her tongue sensually as far as it would reach, to lick off as much honey as possible.

Shaking, Gabe got up and hurried over to the bathroom, locking the door. Nat went over to eavesdrop. His grunting, moaning, and twitching noises confirmed what she suspected: he was masturbating.

*************

A few days later, Nat was meditating nude on her bed, contemplating the oneness and wholeness of the universe, trying to imagine every pair of opposites united, as a way of taking in the divine All. She imagined Truth as everything from the most exalted to the most vulgar, thinking of Love as the acceptance of everything, even the most despised of things, like incest. Contemplations of this sort, done for a half hour every day, helped her overcome the feelings of shame that inevitably came with trying to seduce her father.

When she was finished, she went downstairs, still naked, and walked into the living room where Gabe was watching TV. “Hi Daddy,” she said, then sat on his lap, which quickly got pointy.

“Oh, sweetie, n-not again,” he said tensely, fidgeting with nervousness. “You’re too old to be sitting on my l-lap.”

Gently sliding her soft, smooth buttocks against his erection, moving slowly in clockwise circles, she looked back at him with her wide-eyed ingenue face and asked, “Don’t you like it?”

“Y-no! I mean,” he stammered, breathing heavily. “Please, Nathalie: don’t s-sit on me.”

“Why can’t I sit on your lap if I want to?” she asked with a sexy pout, affecting a spoiled child. “I wanna cuddle.”

“W-well, m-maybe if you h-had some clothes on,” he groaned, guiltily enjoying her continual grinding.

“What does that matter, Daddy? You’ve seen all my skin before; you used to bathe me when I was a little girl.” She got up, turned around, and sat on his lap again, but facing him. “You know every inch of me.”

He averted his eyes, saying, “Yeah, but y-you’ve grown…in more w-ways than in height.”

“Why are you looking away, Daddy? Am I ugly or something?”

“Of course not: the e-exact opposite.”

“Well, you can look at me if you want. I trust you.”

“But I-I don’t think I t-trust myself.”

“You’d never hurt me: you’re so sweet,” she said, then leaned forward and pecked him on the lips. Though turned on, he twitched in fear. “Why are you so scared?”

“W-why are you doing this?”

“To show you how much I love you,” she said, then wrapped her arms tightly around his torso. She continued grinding on his cock; her pussy was dripping wet.

No longer able to control himself, he pressed his lips aggressively against hers, then unzipped his pants and whipped it out. Sighing and moaning in expectation, she sat back and widened her legs for him. He poked the tip of his cock against her vaginal opening while running his hands agains her smooth, tawny skin; then he looked up in her eyes as he slid it in an inch, and remembered who she was.

He pushed her off him and shrank back in terror, straining to put his erection back in his pants. Her ass hit the floor with a thud, and she looked up at her now sobbing father.

“Daddy!” she whined, still doing her spoiled little girl routine. “Why’d you stop?” She pouted.

“Oh, baby! I’m so sorry!” he bawled. “I’m so ashamed of myself. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. What have I done? I tried to rape my daughter.”

“Oh, Daddy,” she said soothingly, getting up. “No, you didn’t. I made you want to.” She sat on his lap and stroked his hair, admiring the silver streaks of grey that were mixed in with the blond.

“You made me? That’s every rapist’s excuse.”

“This wasn’t rape. I wanted it.”

“But…why would you want it with me?” Still crying, he looked wide-eyed at her, his face soaked with tears.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Justice Pt. 02

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Asian

Annette’s eyes fluttered momentarily before opening fully. Laying on her back, legs still parted and draped over the edge of the mattress, she stared absently at the fan blades twirling above her.

The events of the prior two hours replayed in her mind. She was well aware of the boundary she was crossing when she allowed herself to be taken by Terrell. Knowing this time of reflection would come, Annette was surprised she wasn’t feeling more guilty than she did at the moment.

Thoughts of remorse and regret would be the logical emotions a normal wife might feel after betraying her husband. But she wasn’t a normal wife. And this wasn’t a normal marriage. What husband tries to control everything his wife does? Everything she thinks? What she can and can’t wear out in public? What husband expects his wife to suck his dick or open her legs anytime he gets hard?

At least have a good enough cock to make it tolerable, she chuckled to herself.

Did he ever take the time to ask what I want? Annette couldn’t remember the last time the Chief went down on her. It was always expected, of course, that she take him into her mouth, but that favor hadn’t been returned in years.

Comparisons between the two men were inevitable. Although her husband tried hard to convince everyone how tough and confident he was, she knew deep down he was a jealous, insecure man. Yes, he talked a big game and threw his weight around to get what he wanted, but when it came right down to it, his performance was just not all that great. In and out of the bedroom.

Terrell, on the other hand, had a quiet confidence about him. He had taken her with actions, not words. A quiet seduction that led to the most sexually gratifying hour of her life.

Slowly the comparison between the two men turned from personality traits to physical characteristics. Again, it was no contest. While the Chief and his flabby belly could barely hold an erection, Terrell’s seemed to go on forever. Though her sexual experiences were limited, she had never known a man who had the ability to ejaculate twice in one hour as he did.

And then there was the size issue. Annette giggled to herself as she came to her own conclusion on one of the most debated questions in history. Yes, size does matter.

Annette turned her head to the side to read the clock. 4:30. She had been asleep for almost two hours. She could feel his dried cum on her face and cheeks. She made a lazy effort to dust as much of the crusty residue as she could away with her hands before letting them fall back to the bed.

She made a mental list of the things that would have to be done to put the house back in order . The bed sheets would have to be washed. She could feel the damp spot beneath her. Her clothes would undoubtedly need to be washed too. And the carpet downstairs. She recalled how much cum had erupted from his cock. Surely some of it had soaked into the floor where she knelt before him.

Standing up, she struggled to steady herself. The odd position of her legs, spread and bent over the mattress for nearly two hours, had caused them to fall asleep. She could feel the soreness of her pussy as she took small, measured steps towards the bathroom.

She hobbled gingerly across the spacious bathroom and turned on the water to the Jacuzzi. Sitting on the edge of the tub, she peeled off her thigh highs and unfastened her bra, allowing her full breasts some much needed relief.

Cupping them in her hands, she wondered what Terrell thought about them. The Chief had certainly loved playing with them, and she had to admit, she enjoyed the feel of his hands on them.

But did Terrell like them? He had squeezed them hard after their initial embrace, harder than the Chief does, and that had turned Annette on. She wondered if his hands would ever find their way on them again.

The hot water felt wonderful on her legs as she stepped into the tub. When she fully submerged herself, she took a moment to savor the soothing sensation washing over her body. Leaning her head back, she began to recount the details of her encounter with Terrell. She recalled her first look at his beautiful cock, the way it sprang out of his gray sweat pants and stood proudly in front of her as she knelt before him. How incredibly hard and stiff it was when her lips touched it for the first time.

Annette was getting horny again. She quickly shifted her thoughts to something else in an effort to squash her growing desires.

Groceries. Oil change. Paying bills. CSI. Dentist appointment. Ebay. The weather.

All of these things went through her mind and, on a normal day, would have sufficiently held her attention. But try as she might, her thoughts kept turning back to her young black lover. And as a result, she found herself powerless to resist the lure of the toy that lay hidden under her bed. She lifted herself out of the water and happily retrieved the object of her desires.

Settling back into the tub, she lowered her right arm and cradled her boobs. She could zorla sex envision Terrell wrapping his large hands around them, massaging them firmly as he had done this afternoon. She rubbed the tip of the black dildo against her hard nipples, then slid it between her cleavage, working it up and down between her large mounds.

Her left hand disappeared beneath the water and slowly began massaging her clitoris. Vivid memories were now filling her mind. Looking up at him as he stood over her, holding her legs apart. Seeing his thick black cock embedded in her pussy. Oh how powerful it had felt inside her!

She leaned her head back, closed her eyes and began sliding the dildo inside her pussy. Slowly at first, but working faster as the brief and erotic images from this afternoon flickered rapidly through her mind, each eliciting an uncontrollable physical and verbal response.

Powerful thrust….Ohhhhhh. Deep inside…….yessssss. Fucking me…..uhhh-huh. Filling me…….mmmmmm. Soooo hard……ohhhh yessssss! Soooo thick……ohhhhhhh fuck! Black cock……ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

She gripped the side of the tub with her right hand as the orgasm shook her body. Her vision blurred slightly as she struggled to return her breathing back to normal. The orgasm was incredible, they always were when she used the toy. But now that she had been fucked by a real black cock, it didn’t seem quite the same. That experience had elevated her pleasure to a level she had never dreamed possible. She quickly surmised that anything short of that, including the black toy, and definitely including her small-cocked husband, would leave her wanting for more.

Once calmed down, Annette stepped out of the tub, dried herself off and squeezed her boobs into a pink bra. She then slipped on a pair of matching panties and assessed herself in the mirror. A quiet confidence flickered within her as she struck various poses. For the first time in recent memory, she acknowledged an appreciation for person looking back at her.

Years of living with the Chief had slowly diminished her self-confidence. And now, after her encounter with Terrell, it seemed as if a fire had been ignited.

In a symbolic act of rebellion, she decided to wear nothing over her bra and panties while she went about the business of cleaning the house.

She walked back into the bedroom and took stock of the carnage before her: pillows were on the floor, the mattress lay crooked on the box springs, the sheets were in disarray and there was a huge wet spot in the area where he had taken her. Annette stared in awe.

Did all that fluid come from my body? How much of it belonged to Terrell?

Slipping the sheets off the bed and placing them into the clothes hamper, she made her way downstairs and loaded up the washing machine. Next, she retrieved the carpet cleaner and headed to the stains on the floor where she had taken the first load of Terrell’s cum.

The irony of kneeling down in this area was not lost on Annette. A depraved thought of licking the dried cum spots was dismissed, but for a brief moment the idea sent tingles down her body. She would swallow the Chief’s cum occasionally and never really gained any satisfaction out of it. On the other hand, taking Terrell’s cum, or as much as she could anyway, seemed so natural and expected. She would eagerly do it again if the opportunity presented itself.

It was after she finished with the carpet that Annette noticed the folded up piece of paper on the coffee table. Written on the outside of the paper was a single letter:

A

Annette excitedly opened it and read:

‘Thanks for a memorable afternoon, Mrs. Olson. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. You are a beautiful woman. I want to see you again. Call me.’

Annette refolded the paper and set it back on the table. She stared out the window for a moment. Then went through the motions of cleaning, organizing and putting away dishes- keeping her mind busy and pretending to give deep consideration to his request.

But who was she kidding? Of course she was going to call!

She tapped Terrell’s number into her phone and waited breathlessly.

“This is Terrell,” came the sound on the other end.

The voice made her knees weak. Embers began burning from within.

“Hi.” she said in a nervous, almost girlish tone.

She bit her knuckle in frustration. She wanted to say more. But what? This is Annette and I really need to see you again? I want to suck your cock again? I want to fuck you again?

Thankfully, Terrell’s soothing voice gave her the reprieve she needed.

“Hi Mrs. Olson…”

They chatted for several minutes before he ended the call. Annette’s mind could barely register a coherent thought as she held the phone in her hand. The whole conversation had been a blur. All she knew is that she had agreed to meet him at his place in an hour.

************

Annette knocked timidly on his door and felt her stomach flutter as the footsteps porno indir from the other side grew closer. When the door opened, she let out a silent moan. There he stood, the man who had dominated her thoughts for the last 24 hours, wearing only a tight pair of white briefs. The contrast in color stood out immediately, as did the mound that was tucked inside.

Terrell grinned knowingly as he took notice of her wandering eyes. He welcomed her into his house and, once inside, wrapped his arms around her. Leaning his head close to her ear, he whispered, “Did you enjoy this afternoon?”

“Yes,” she replied in the same whispered tone.

“And you’re here because you want it again,” he said as his hard cock pressed into her.

It wasn’t a question, but Annette replied anyway.

“Yessss.”

Terrell broke the embrace and stepped back.

“Take your clothes off,” he directed.

Annette was eager to please her young black lover. She peeled her shirt off and unfastened her bra. Her boobs swayed back and forth as she removed her shorts and panties. Standing naked in the middle of the living room, she submissively awaited his next command.

“Lay down,” he motioned towards the couch.

Terrell draped one of her legs over the back of the couch and lowered his head to her exposed pussy. He started off slowly, licking her lips and making shallow penetrations with his tongue. Annette’s hands gripped the cushions, her hips involuntarily bucking back and forth, desperate for more of him inside her.

He wedged his finger in and began tickling her clit. Annette moaned louder as his gifted tongue swirled inside her. His tongue sank deeper, the warm and wet sensations leading her to the brink of ecstasy. Flicking his tongue against her clit and massaging her inner walls released the gush of fluids onto his tongue and face.

Terrell stood and used Annette’s shirt to wipe the juices from his face. She was still in the throes of her orgasm when he reached down and clamped his fingers firmly around both hard nipples. Lifting up, he guided Annette off her back and onto her wobbly feet. He began leading her. She would have followed him willingly, but the tight grip his fingers had on her nipples gave her no choice but to comply.

He positioned her near the arm of the couch, turned her around and bent her over. With his powerful hands cupping her ass, he slowly guided his thick cock inside her quivering pussy. Annette whimpered as it eased in. Slowly he pushed until it was fully wedged inside her.

Ohhhhh how she had longed for this moment again!

“That feels sooooo good,” she whimpered.

Terrell enjoyed the mastery he had over the older woman.

“Tell me what you want,” he commanded.

“I….want….you…..to……fuck me!” she managed to say between her panting breaths.

“How bad do you want it?” His question was followed with a firm spank on her ass.

Annette was caught off guard by the smack. Her head jerked upwards as she exhaled a guttural moan. The spank elicited a bizarre response. The stinging sensation on her ass was overshadowed by the erotic feeling of being disciplined by her young lover. She momentarily lost her thoughts.

Another spank brought her back to her senses.

“Tell me Annette. Tell me how bad you want it.”

Annette succumbed. “Pleeeeease Terrell. Pleeeeease fuck me! I want you so, soooo bad. Ohhhhhhh pleeeease!”

Fueled by her submission, Terrell pulled out slightly, then slammed the entire length of his cock back inside her. He reached out and grabbed a handful of hair, then launched a flurry of thrusts into her pussy. Over and over again, he hammered his powerful black cock deep inside her with violent thrusts.

Their bodies rocked in unison as he gripped her hair and continued to punish her pussy. The pitch of her moans elevated each time he spanked her ass. Soon, a thundering orgasm erupted and he shot his load deep inside her pussy. Annette responded with her own orgasm as she felt his hot fluids streaming inside her.

Annette was exhausted as Terrell pulled his cock out. Her used body slid off the couch and landed limply on the floor. She lay on her side, gasping for breath as she tried to recover from the incredible fucking he had just administered.

Terrell stood over her and admired his conquest. His cock had pounded her into submission to the point where she could barely move. He used his foot to nudge her onto her back, her arms lazily falling to the floor above her head. He then straddled her, laying his cock along the length of her face. With the base at her chin and the tip reaching her forehead, Terrell thought briefly about taking a picture and sending it to the Chief.

“Clean me up, Annette.”

Annette slowly but obediently tilted her head and began licking the juices off his cock. Her eyes were half-closed as she moved up and down the length of him, her tongue gliding across the contours of his skin. Terrell occasionally shifted his ensest porno cock and fed her parts she wasn’t able to reach in her position under him.

Once sufficiently cleaned, Terrell stood up and walked away. Annette’s head rested back onto the floor. She closed her eyes and felt her world fade to black.

************

When Annette came to, she wearily took in her surroundings. The lights were dim. A game was playing on TV and footsteps were heard in another room. She crooked her neck in another direction and spotted the clock on the wall. 9:00 pm.

Shit! What the hell just happened?

Annette once again found herself mentally wiped out after being fucked senseless by her new lover. She didn’t have her cell phone close by, but she was sure there were a few missed calls from her husband. She would have to call him soon and check in. A quick excuse of being at her friend’s house would probably offer a reasonable explanation if she needed one.

In the meantime, her body ached from laying on the hard floor for so long. She stretched her arms and legs, then rolled over into a sitting position.

Terrell appeared from the hallway, walking naked in her direction, his cock swinging proudly from side to side. It had been one hell of a fuck, Annette recalled. The young man certainly had a gift and was masterful in knowing exactly what to do and what to say. She had never been spanked before, but, oddly enough, the degradation seemed to intensify the orgasm.

And speaking of which, her ass was really hurting at the moment. Annette eased up from her sitting position and crawled next to him on the couch. She laid her head on his shoulder and sat in silence as she admired his young toned body. Not an ounce of body fat, she thought. His stomach was lean, his abdominal muscles pressed against his skin. Although his cock had softened, it was still an impressive site as it rested on the couch.

They chatted about a lot of things over the next 30 minutes: favorite restaurants, hobbies, friends, movies and an assortment of other innocent topics. Soon, however, the conversation turned to more pressing matters.

“What about….,” her voice trailed off.

“Your husband?” Terrell completed the sentence for her.

Annette nodded her head.

“He’s a dick. Mother fucker’s crooked. He’ll get what’s comin’ to him soon.”

“But he’s dangerous. He knows people. He…”

“He’s soft,” Terrell interrupted.

Pieces of his plan were coming together nicely. There were still a few holes remaining, but those would be easily filled in time. It was becoming clear to him that retribution against the Chief was a certainty. Now it was simply a matter of degree: how much pain, how much loss and how much humiliation would be inflicted upon the worthless, arrogant wimp was yet to be determined.

Annette began tracing her fingers down his chest. Sliding it across his abs and back up. She could see his cock stiffening again, and her hand slowly descended to give it attention.

This wonderful, big, black cock, she thought as she held it in her hands.

The powerful cock that had been the focus of her desires over the last 24 hours. The cock that brought her to one orgasm after another so effortlessly. As if paying tribute to the object which had delivered her so much pleasure, she slid to her knees in front of him and kissed it. Then pulled away and admired it as it stiffened in front of her.

She began stroking it with her left hand, her wedding ring shining as she rubbed up and down. She was fascinated with the size, the thickness, the color. Images of her husband’s cock came to mind and the comparisons began again. Terrell’s was so much bigger. So much better.

Her right hand cupped his balls as she lowered her mouth onto his cock. At first she just took the head in before pulling out and kissing down the shaft. Her mouth returned and slowly took half the cock inside her before reflexes forced it out. Kissing down the shaft and back up again, she took him a third time. This time she was able to get most of it comfortably in her mouth.

Terrell looked down as she labored away. The urge to use his hands to push her down fully onto his hard cock dissipated as Annette seemed to take him in without his guidance. Instead, he leaned back, locked his fingers behind his head and watched the Chief’s wife bob up and down on his cock.

He owned her. The plan, or whatever loose definition he assigned to it, was working much better than he imagined.

Terrell’s abdominal muscles tightened as he neared the brink. Annette encouraged his orgasm by sliding her mouth up and down his cock as fast as she possibly could. She wanted his cum so badly. She wanted to taste it, feel it gushing into her mouth. But as much as she wanted to satisfy her own desires, it seemed to Annette that her primary motivation was to please the young man who was sitting in front of her. The man who was slowly taking control over her.

A stream of cum shot from Terrell’s cock and into her throat. She immediately began gagging, causing some of the cum to dribble out the corner of her mouth. The remaining loads squirted onto her chin, throat and breasts. She leaned back and coughed, disappointed that she wasn’t able to take the entire load.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Future Family Incest

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Deep Throat

Attention: This story is fictional, it is not real. You need to be 18 years of age or older to read it because it is of a sexual nature. Now I will describe the characters in this story.

Characters:

Matthew Lee Cole is a 40 year old male. He is the father in this story. He has straight and silky red hair and blue eyes. He is 6 feet 7 inches tall and 200 pounds. His arms and legs are long with big hands and feet. His ass is of a medium size. His dick is 11 inches long by 3.5 inches wide.

Lacy Nicole Cole is a 40 year old female. She is the mother in this story. She has straight, soft, and silky blond hair and sparkley brown eyes. She is 6 feet 5 inches tall and 165 pounds. She has long arms and legs with small hands and feet. Her ass is small, tight and soft. Her pussy is big, tight and has hair around the top of it trimmed short. Her clit is large and long. Her stats are 36D+/28/32. Her breasts are large, tight and soft with large nipples. Her lips are full and soft.

Nathan Adam Cole is a 21 year old male. He is the son of Matthew and Lacy. He has graduated from collage. He has straight and silky strawberry?blond hair and blue eyes. He is 6 feet 6 inches tall and 195 pounds. He works out a lot. He is well muscled. He has long arms and legs with medium hands and feet. He has a medium sized ass. His dick is 10.5 inches long by 4 inches wide. He has a Eagle tattoo on his right shoulder.

Katherine Lynn Cole is a 18 year old female. She is the daughter of Matthew and Lacy. She is a sophomore in collage. She has straight, silky and soft strawberry?blond hair and sparkley blue eyes. She is 6 feet 7 inches tall and 175 pounds. She has long arms and legs with small hands and feet. She has a small, tight and soft ass. Her pussy is tight, medium size and with hair around the top trimmed short. Her clit is long and large. Her stats are 38DD/30/32. Her lips are full and soft. Her breasts are large, full and soft with large nipples. She has got a belly?button and a pussy ring.

History: Humans are a little different than from years past. All skin color is light?medium brown. The eyes are slightly like Japanese looking. Males and females grow there hair long, to the middle of the back. The hair colors are still the same as with a lot of other things. The average adult stats are 6 feet to 7 feet tall and 150 pounds to 300 pounds. Men’s dicks are 8 inches long to 12 inches long by 2 inches wide to 4 inches wide. Women’s breast are C? to DDD with large nipples. There is only one race now all have bread into one race. All other stuff is the same. Most people are bisexual. Gay and Lesbian weddings are legal. The year is 2075 ad.

Story:

Now the story begins with Matt and Lacy at home in bed. They are asleep and are about to wake up. The phone by their bed rings. Lacy sits up and reaches over to the night stand with her arm grabbing the phone and putting it to her ear. It was their son Nate. He wants to tell them that he is coming over today. Nate has an apartment he lives in but they want everyone home for Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. She said he could come over around 10:30 am. Nate wanted to know what time Kate would be home from collage for Thanksgiving vacation. Lacy told him around 11:00am. They said good bye to each other and I love you. Lacy got up and awoke Matt, her husband, they went into the bathroom and took a sonic shower together. They cleaned off each others private parts closely. When they were done, they dried each other off and they walked back into their bedroom, putting on some clean clothes. They went down stairs to the kitchen and Lacy cooked some breakfast. When it was done, they ate the food and put the dirty dishes in the sonic dish washer. Matt went into the living room to watch some Halo TV. It is a Friday and he is off work for Thanksgiving until Monday.

Lacy told Matt she was going to the store to get food for tomorrow. She walked outside to the sky car. She then got in the skycar to go to the store. She drove about two and a half miles to the store. When she got their she parked the skycar in the parking lot. She got out of the car and locked it up. She went inside the store to get the stuff she needed for tomorrow. She walked around the store to get all the stuff she needed and then walked up to the cash register to paid for it with her smart card. She walked back to the skycar and put the stuff in the skycar. She then got in the car and started it. She drove back towards her home. When she got home Matt helped her bring the stuff in the house. They put it on the counter in the kitchen and went back out get the rest of it. They then put that stuff on the counter in the kitchen. They put the stuff away, where it goes. It took 1 hour to get all the stuff, to get it home and put it away. Now it is 10:00 am and Nate will be there in a few minutes. They went into the living room to watch some Halo TV until he got there.

It is 10:30 am and Nate pulls into his parents driveway in his skycar. He got out, walked up to the door and knocked on it. His xhamster porno mom opens the door and said hello. She gave him a hug and envitied him to come in the house. Nate walked in the house saying hi to his dad. Matt said hi back. Nate sat down on the couch with his dad to watch TV. They waited for Kate to get there from collage. Lacy started to get lunch fixed for all of them. She got the breakfast dishes out of the sonic dish washer and put them away. She continued to fix lunch. At 11:00 am Lacy had lunch on the table and ready for them to eat but she had them to wait for Kate to get there. Kate got their at 11:15 am. Lacy kept the stuff warm. When Kate came in the door she ask her dad and brother to help her with her bags. They brought in Kate’s bags and put them in her old bedroom. Then they all sat down at the table and ate lunch together. After they were finished eating lunch, they put the dishes in the sonic dish washer. All of them then went into the living room. They talked about what they have been doing with there lives up now. The rest of the day went as any other day. They talked more and watched Halo TV. That night they each went to their bedrooms. Nate in his old room and Kate to her old room. The parents went to their room. Nate and Kate took off their clothes in their own rooms. They don’t wear clothes to bed. Each of them got in bed own beds and covered up. After a few minutes they went to sleep in their own rooms.

The parents undressed each other taking off shirts, shoes, socks, pants and underclothes. They put them in the dirty clothes basket. Lacy laid down on the bed first. She laid down in the middle of it. Matt laid down on her in a 69 position. She put her wet lips around his hard dick. She licked the head of it and put her tongue in the tip of his pee hole. He kissed sweet her pussy and around it. He then used his fingers to pull apart her wet pussy lips. Her sweet pussy is so very wet thinking about what they are going to do tomorrow. They are going to tell the children about what they want to do to them. He licked the inside of her wet pussy and the wet pussy folds. She licked down his long dick to his huge balls. She then sucks on it back up to the head of his hard dick. He then sucked on her huge clit. She kept on sucking it until he was about to cum. He ate out her pussy until she was about to cum. When they cum, they cum together at the same time. They climaxed and shot load after load of cum into the others mouth. Moans of ecstasy came from the both of them. They each licked up all the cum from the other one. Matt then turn around and put his dick against her pussy. He slid the head of it inside of her pussy. He slowly inched his dick all the way inside of her. Once he had it all the way inside he pulled it out to the head of his dick. He pumped it in and out of her pussy as fast and hard as he could. He kept it up until she climaxed and cum all over his dick. Her climaxing pussy caused him to cum so he pushed his dick all the way inside of her pussy. He shot load after load of hot cum inside of his wife’s pussy and down into her womb. When he got done unloading inside her, his dick shrank and he pulled it out. They laid back on the bed and soon they fell asleep.

***********

The next day the parents did not wake up until almost 10:00 am. The kids did not wake up until 10:30 am. Lacy had breakfast cooked and on the table when they all were all washed up and dressed at 10:45 am. Lacy also had Thanksgiving dinner started. Lacy put breakfast on the table and sat down. The whole family sat down at the table and ate breakfast together. They ate breakfast and when they got done, they cleaned up all the dishes. They put them in the sonic dish washer. They went into the living room to watch Halo TV, while Lacy finished cooking lunch. Dad, Nate and Kate turned the TV on and put it on the football channel. The three of them watched TV until 12:30 PM. Lacy said “The food is ready. Come on in here.”

Matt, Nate and Kate went into the dining room to eat lunch. They prayed for the food. Then they passed the food around and started to eat it. They talked a little about what they have been doing in there lives to now. When they were finished it was 1:15 PM. They cleaned up all the dishes and put them in the dish washer. The whole family went into the living room to watch TV. They finished watching the football game. When it was over Kate went into the bathroom to go to pee. When Kate got in there, Matt left the living room and walked towards his bedroom and the bathroom. As Kate was setting down to pee, her daddy, Matt walked in the bathroom with her.

Kate said “Dad I am in here do not come in until I am finished.”

Matt said “Sorry did not see you come in her.” Matt walked back out of the bathroom with a smile on his face from see his daughter nude. When Kate walked out of the bathroom, Matt walked in the bathroom. Matt peed in the bathroom and then walked to the living to watch Halo TV.

After the game was over, Matt and Lacy stood erotik porno up and said “There is something we wanted to tell you both today, and that is that we want to have sex with the both of you right now.”

Kate and Nate said “WOW, really! We would love to have sex with the two of you right now.”

Matt and Lacy lead them to their bedroom. When they were all in the room, they shut the door. They all took off their own clothes. They took off their shirts, shoes, socks, pants, and underclothes. When they were nude, they put them in a pile by the door. They got on the king size bed and laid down on it.

Lacy went down to her son’s legs and spread them as far as she could. Lacy wraps her sweet wet lips around the head of her son’s hard cock. She licks all over the head of her son’s prick and puts the tip of her tongue into his peehole which is wet with precum. He is loving everything she is doing to him. His mom sucks his thick long shaft until she gets to the bottom. She licks all over his hard prick and balls. She also caresses his big balls with her hand. She rubs her sweet lips and tongue all over his rock hard prick. His mom is very wonderful at sucking his cock. Moans of pleasure are coming from him and her. His balls are about to let go of his sweet milky cream. In mere seconds he could feel his balls begin to tighten and he tells her he is about to cum. He shoots his milky hot cream into her sweet mouth and she drinks down every last drop of his sweet hot cum.

Kate wraps her sweet lips around the head of her father’s rock hard cock. She licks all over the head of her father’s prick and puts the tip of her tongue into his peehole which is wet with precum. He is loving everything she is doing to him. She sucks his thick long shaft until she gets to the bottom. She licks all over his hard prick and balls. She also caresses his big balls with her hand. She rubs her sweet lips and tongue all over his rock hard prick. She is very wonderful at sucking his cock. Moans of pleasure are coming from him and her. His balls are about to let go of his sweet milky cream. In mere seconds he could feel his balls begin to tighten and he tells her he is about to cum. He shoots his milky hot cream into her sweet mouth and she drinks down every last drop of his sweet hot cum.

Lacy then sets down on her son’s face putting her wet pussy on his wet lips. He licks her slowly across the outer folds of her pussy. He kisses her sweet pussy lips and pushes his tongue into her wet cunt, tasting how sweet and wet her succulent snatch is. He licked all around the inside of her sweet pussy. Going in deeper he twisted his tongue trying to go in as far as possible. He keeps on eating it and loving the taste of her wet pussy. She loves him eating out her sweet wet cunt. He flicks his tongue across her hard clit and sucks it in between his wet lips sucks on it and that puts her in ecstasy. He is about to make her have an orgasm. Her beautiful body is building to its release. With his tongue going in and out of her sweet pussy, and lightly biting at her clit it didn’t take long for her to orgasm. Within seconds her whole body was shaking and her thighs closed around his head as he tasted her sweet cherry juices flowing freely into his mouth. Her body shook as one intense orgasm after another swept through her body.

Meanwhile, Kate sets down on her father’s face putting her wet pussy on his wet lips. He licks her slowly across the outer folds of her pussy. He kisses her sweet pussy lips and pushes his tongue into her wet cunt, tasting how sweet and wet her succulent snatch is. He licks all around the inside of her sweet pussy. Going in deeper he twisted his tongue trying to go in as far as possible. He keeps on eating it and loving the taste of her wet pussy. She loves him eating out her sweet wet cunt. He flicks his tongue across her hard clit and sucks it in between his wet lips sucks on it and that puts her in ecstasy. He is about to make her have an orgasm. Her beautiful body is building to its release. With his tongue going in and out of her sweet pussy, and lightly biting at her clit it didn’t take long for her to orgasm. Within seconds her whole body was shaking and her thighs closed around his head as he tasted her sweet cherry juices flowing freely into his mouth. Her body shook as one intense orgasm after another swept through her body.

Nate then got on top of his mother easing her thighs apart with his knees and rubbed his cock up and down her wet pussy lips coating it with her juices. She parts her pussy lips, and slowly he pushes just the tip in, he thrusts quickly into her. He pulls back leaving just the tip inside of her and slowly pushes back in. He moves forward getting more and more of himself into her grasp until he is all the way in her. Her legs were soon around his waist and he moves in and out of her, going deeper inside her a little faster with each thrust. She is so slick that he is able to fuck her fast and hard with each thrust. She moans in complete milf porno pleasure with each thrust, squeezing her tight pussy tightly around his throbbing cock each time. Her body shook as one intense orgasm after another swept through her body. He fucks her in this way for ar least half an hour and she never stopped responding as if she is in ecstasy. In mere seconds he can feel his balls begin to tighten and he told her he is about to cum. With one final thrust deep into her, he holds himself in her depths as his cock erupts into several blasts of hot cum. Feeling him shoot his hot load deep into her womb, she moans loudly pushing over the edge into another intense orgasm. Finally they start to come down from their highs, resting until they are fully down. Then he pulls out of her sweet soaking pussy and lays back on the bed.

Matt then got on top of his daughter easing her thighs apart with his knees and rubbed his cock up and down her wet pussy lips coating it with her juices. She parts her pussy lips, and slowly he pushes just the tip in, he thrusts quickly into her. He pulls back leaving just the tip inside of her and slowly pushes back in. He moves forward getting more and more of himself into her grasp until he is all the way in her. Her legs were soon around his waist and he moves in and out of her, going deeper inside her a little faster with each thrust. She is so slick that he is able to fuck her fast and hard with each thrust. She moans in complete pleasure with each thrust, squeezing her tight pussy tightly around his throbbing cock each time. Her body shook as one intense orgasm after another swept through her body. He fucks her in this way for ar least half an hour and she never stopped responding as if she is in ecstasy. In mere seconds he can feel his balls begin to tighten and he told her he is about to cum. With one final thrust deep into her, he holds himself in her depths as his cock erupts into several blasts of hot cum. Feeling him shoot his hot load deep into her womb, she moans loudly pushing over the edge into another intense orgasm. Finally they start to come down from their highs, resting until they are fully down. Then he pulls out of her sweet soaking pussy and lays back on the bed.

After Matt gets done having sex with his daughter, Kate and Lacy gets done having sex with her son, Nate, the four of them rest a while on the bed. Then they switch places with each other Nate and Kate get together and Matt and his wife, Lacy. They lay down on top of the girl they have got now.

Matt then got on top of his wife easing her thighs apart with his knees and rubbed his cock up and down her wet pussy lips coating it with her juices. She parts her pussy lips, and slowly he pushes just the tip in, he thrusts quickly into her. He pulls back leaving just the tip inside of her and slowly pushes back in. He moves forward getting more and more of himself into her grasp until he is all the way in her. Her legs were soon around his waist and he moves in and out of her, going deeper inside her a little faster with each thrust. She is so slick that he is able to fuck her fast and hard with each thrust. She moans in complete pleasure with each thrust, squeezing her tight pussy tightly around his throbbing cock each time. Her body shook as one intense orgasm after another swept through her body. He fucks her in this way for ar least half an hour and she never stopped responding as if she is in ecstasy. In mere seconds he can feel his balls begin to tighten and he told her he is about to cum. With one final thrust deep into her, he holds himself in her depths as his cock erupts into several blasts of hot cum. Feeling him shoot his hot load deep into her womb, she moans loudly pushing over the edge into another intense orgasm. Finally they start to come down from their highs, resting until they are fully down. Then he pulls out of her sweet soaking pussy and lays back on the bed.

Nate then got on top of his sister easing her thighs apart with his knees and rubbed his cock up and down her wet pussy lips coating it with her juices. She parts her pussy lips, and slowly he pushes just the tip in, he thrusts quickly into her. He pulls back leaving just the tip inside of her and slowly pushes back in. He moves forward getting more and more of himself into her grasp until he is all the way in her. Her legs were soon around his waist and he moves in and out of her, going deeper inside her a little faster with each thrust. She is so slick that he is able to fuck her fast and hard with each thrust. She moans in complete pleasure with each thrust, squeezing her tight pussy tightly around his throbbing cock each time. Her body shook as one intense orgasm after another swept through her body. He fucks her in this way for ar least half an hour and she never stopped responding as if she is in ecstasy. In mere seconds he can feel his balls begin to tighten and he told her he is about to cum. With one final thrust deep into her, he holds himself in her depths as his cock erupts into several blasts of hot cum. Feeling him shoot his hot load deep into her womb, she moans loudly pushing over the edge into another intense orgasm. Finally they start to come down from their highs, resting until they are fully down. Then he pulls out of her sweet soaking pussy and lays back on the bed.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Public Use

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

How many of you have heard the joke about blonds and the Green Bay Packers?

Q: What do Blondes say after sex?
A1: Thanks Guys.
A2: Are you boys all in the same band?
A3: Do you guys all play for the Green Bay Packers?

While most people just laugh, I get horny. No, I am a red head, not a blond…

I have always dreamed of being taken by the entire football team. Slipping off my clothes in the locker room, laying down on the bench, and having all the sweaty, hot football players walk in to find me laying there, naked and wet, ripping off their clothes, and having their way with me in every way imaginable.

One day, I and one of my occasional older lovers were talking about this, and we started cooking up a plan.

Everything when according to plan, but you will have to read on to understand exactly what we came up with.

We went to a nice hotel downtown and he reserved the penthouse suite. We went up, and I proceeded to strip completely naked.

Once I was naked, he took and handcuffed my hands behind me. I purposely had him use the fuzzy ones, because the normal ones hurt my wrists.

Next, he put some ankle cuffs on me with a bar in the middle. This hobbled my movements. I could get around, but it was very awkward, causing me to waddle instead of walk, swinging it from side to side. It also made it difficult to keep my balance if I tried to move fast.

Then, he slipped on a ballgag, so I couldn’t speak.

Next came the eye cover. I have enjoyed them, but honestly, I would always peek. These, however, let almost no light in. They were similar to swimming goggles, but the lenses were completely black. I could see a little light around the outside, where they didn’t seal around my eyes exactly perfectly, but I could see absolutely nothing. I was effectively blind.

Last, he slipped over some noise canceling headphones. I am not sure if they actually worked as headphones, all I knew is I could hear almost nothing.

So, here I was, standing naked in the middle of the room, unable to use my hands, to move around effectively, to see, to hear, or even to speak. It is a very frightening experience, to have almost total sense deprivation.

Beforehand, we had agreed on certain touches to signify intent. They are common sense, but, a slight push on the back to move forward, right shoulder blade push to move left, a left shoulder blade push to turn right. Push down on left or right shoulder to kneel. A push down on both shoulders to lay down on my back. Touch on right or left side to flip over. Pull my hair slightly to stop. We figured anything else, and he could physically move me in the position needed.

He took me to the restroom and proceeded to give me an enema. Now, I had never before had an enema, so this was a very new experience, and did not feel a bit like anal. It was a bit disturbing, to be honest.

He put the tube in my anus and squeezed the warm water up and into me. I felt odd, my rectum full of water, which is the point of an enema…

He moved me over and sat me down on the toilet. In a few minutes, I suddenly knew why. I suddenly has an assplosion, as if I had ate a bad Taco Bell meal. I felt like I was spraying all over the the place. I hated thinking of myself, covered is gooey brown, watery poo as I felt it splash off the toilet bowl and back onto me. I stayed there, alternating between needing to go and feeling like I was done. I will admit though, it felt good, it felt like I had been emptied.

He then stood me back up. I could have cried. I had hoped he left, but he was there. Maybe he had just waited outside in the hotel room while I exploded all over the toilet, but the thought of him seeing me, my ass all covered in the remains of my enema and bowl material embarrassed me to no end. I thought I would die then and there from embarrassment.

He took me into the shower and washed me down, having me bend over so he could scrub my ass and pussy. Eww, did I really get some in there?

He took a fluffy towel and dried me off, although I think he spent a little too much time drying off my pussy. Maybe it was innocent, or maybe he enjoyed rubbing the towel against my pussy and watching me squirm.

He played with me for a little bit. I was standing there, nothing, then all the sudden his hand reached out and grabbed my breast. Not hard, he knew the rules. Sorry, I am just not into pain. No spanking, pinching, poking with anything more than a finger, hitting, or any other kind of pain inducing treatment.

He then signaled for me to lie down, and then left me there. Suddenly, something cold, wet, oily was being rubbed on my pussy.

He then started thrusting into me, out of me, back into me. He was really ramming my pussy, and in no time, I could feel him cumming inside me.

He stood me back up, removed one side of the headphones, and asked me if I really wanted to do this, was I really sure? I shook my head yes, and he reminded me that if I wanted gerçek porno to stop at any point, just to shake my head no and he would stop it.

He then left me, standing there, naked, for the next stage of play.

He went downstairs to meet up with some friends, and then brought them up. He then left again a few more times to pick up more friends. Now, I do not know who his “friends” were, they could have been guys, girls, young, old, attractive, ugly. It didn’t matter. That was part of the play, that I had no idea who the people using me were.

As per the rules, no one touched me. I can bet they were saying many wickedly naughty things about me, looking me over, eyes probing every part of my naked body, but they did not touch. Eventually, my friend came up to me and removed the headphones.

“One last time before we start. Are you sure you want to do this? Are you absolutely sure?”

I shook my head yes.

“Ok, we are starting. Please remember to shake your head no if you want to stop for any reason. I will watch to make sure all the rules are followed.”

So, you can probably guess what we arranged. He contacted some of his friends, I did not want to know the exact number, and their job was to do anything they wanted to me outside of harming or hurting me. I don’t mean the “He is a little ruff” type of hurt, but the “slap, smack, spank, pinch, poke, hit, kick” type of hurt. Since we had all night, they could do whatever multiple times, at least until I stopped them, or they decided to stop themselves.

I stood there, the minutes dragging out, wondering what was going on, why wasn’t anyone doing anything.

Suddenly a hand caressed my left ass cheek. It was so unexpected I almost jumped. I would have squeaked, or screamed, or something, if not for the gag in my mouth. My heart was racing as if I had run a hundred miles.

Then, another hand grabbed my right breast. Jump, but this time less, since I had some connection to the world again through the hand playing with my ass.

I suddenly felt hot breath on my neck from the left side, followed my kisses on my cheek, a tongue occasionally licking my cheek. Then the person moved down, kissing my neck, and then nipping slightly. It was not painful, more ticklish, and it drove me both wild with lust and with the sudden urge to laugh.

My left nipple was grabbed, and I felt hands moving down my belly towards my fur. Suddenly, the hand caressing my ass cheek disappeared, and another hand showed up between my thighs.

The hand between my thighs moved up and the owner started probing my pussy, moving my outer lips aside so his fingers could move further within me. By now I was getting very wet, as his hand played with me.

I could feel his fingers pushing into me, out of me, back into me, trying to push deeper, go further, as if he was trying to map my entire pussy with his touch. It was intoxicating, it was violating, it was dirty and exciting. I started shaking like a leaf blowing in the wind.

All the hands left me suddenly, and I was left suddenly without this limited, outside world connection. It felt like being abandoned suddenly, with no one in the world.

The headphone again came off my left ear a couple minutes later and my friend whispered, “Are you ok?”

I shook my head up and down violently, wanting to make sure he knew I was fine, I was ready, I wanted to continue.

“You are shaking though. Are you sure you are ok?”

I was shaking because it was overwhelming. Not being able to see, to hear, to do anything but smell and feel helped enhance the smell and made me notice the sensations of touch even more. In some ways, it almost felt like too much, but in other ways, it was intoxicating, enthralling. Every touch felt like a violation, every touch felt like the most exquisite caress.

Again I shook my head up and down frantically. He placed the headphones back over my ears.

It took a couple more minutes until I was touched again, but this time it was not a caress, a kiss, a fondle. This time it was a slight push to the back.

Obeying the command, I started moving forward, slowly, since I was afraid I would fall down since my balance was already so tenuous.

Suddenly, I was embraced by someone from behind, his hands wrapped around my torso, like he was about to give me a hug, his hands just below the breasts.

I was suddenly lifted into the air. I am not sure if I was moving too slowly for his taste, or if he was worried I would fall over, but he decided to carry me over to a couch in the room.

I was set back down and the hands left me. Now someone was pushing me forward by both shoulders. Not a light push, but one that made me move forward until suddenly I ran into something. It was slightly lower than waist high, and I guessed it was the couch. He kept pushing, forcing me to bend over it, so my ass was above my head and my face was lying against the cool leather. While genç porno izle it was slightly awkward, and made it a little harder to breath, it was not a horrible position.

Again, the hands disappeared, and I was left there, feeling the leather against my breasts and face, my ass and pussy exposed to everyone in the room, propped up on the back of the couch.

Suddenly, I could feel a hand, covered in slick, oily lubricant, working its way between my ass cheeks and then down to my pussy.

A penis started pushing between my ass cheeks, while hands grabbed each cheek and spread my ass wide.

The head hit my rectum and pushed. This was the first thing to be done? I wasn’t ready! I wanted to be played with more, to have my pussy filled. I panicked a bit, sucking air through my nose.

Even with the lube it was a bit painful, and the penis was being pushed forcefully, as if he wanted to be in me right now, no matter what. I would have cried out, but was unable. I wanted to shriek “Slow down asshole!”, or maybe it was “Get the fuck away from me”, but could only scream it in my mind. I almost started shaking my head to signal I was done when his penis slid all the way in.

My mind reeled in semi-agony, semi-lust, and I wanted nothing more than to shit that penis back out. Then he started pumping me, and the longer he went, the less it hurt. The pain, receding back, was replaced by a sense of utter intimacy, utter violation. I could really “feel” him. I could feel every single thrust, could tell you exactly how deep inside me he was. It was wild and o so dirty.

After a few minutes, he came. I could feel his cum spurting inside me, warm and wet. He stayed there until his penis started getting soft, until it popped out, no longer able to resist my anus squeezing it out.

Then, I started feeling the goo leak from my anus. Utterly humiliated, I kept repeating in my mind “Get it off, get it off, wash me off! I don’t want people to see me like this!”. Fortunately someone, my friend or one of the other people in the room, came over and wiped me down with a wet cloth. I wanted to kiss them, right then and there. Well, if I could have used my mouth.

Meanwhile, while someone was shoving his penis into my anus, someone else had sat down next to me. I could feel the couch move slightly, pulling me towards the person who sat down just a little bit. He reached under me and started fondling the side of my left breast. He didn’t even need to move his hand, with me being bounced back and forth by the guy thrusting into my ass. Leaning over, he started kissing my back. Hot, wet kisses. What made it even more exciting was that these weren’t the lust filled, licking, rough kisses, but more like the soft kisses that an intimate lover uses. Between the violation of my ass and the soft lover’s kisses on my back, I almost felt like I was with a kinky lover, not some stranger.

It helped calm me, stop me from panicking. It felt wonderful. Maybe that was the intent, or maybe my friend had picked someone who wants to honestly make love, rather than just get off.

He pushed his hand under my breast and moved it so he had access to my nipple, then started to alternate between pinching it and pushing it in. With a penis in my ass and my nipple being stimulated, I started absolutely gushing. I wanted nothing more than for the penis to get out of my ass and into my pussy.

Once I was cleaned up, a finger started pushing against my pussy lips. This time it wasn’t rough, just a gentle push until it sunk into me. The finger came out, and something cold was put in its place. It started vibrating, tickling me, then was pushed inside me to replace the removed finger. The vibrator was turned up, and I could feel the tingling pleasure building in me again. Two fingers slid my lips apart at the clit and started to slowly work it. Rubbing up and down, then back and forth, in small motions, exhilaration shot threw me. It felt so good, god I wanted to cry out. My eyes rolled up and I could only sit there, shuddering, basking in the pleasure. I climaxed again.

Two down, and we just started. This night was so wonderful already.

There was a long night ahead of me.

The vibrator was removed and something was again pushing against my anus. This time I felt a plastic ball being pushed into it. Once past the entrance, a finger pushed it in deeper, then another ball was being pushed in. This was repeated until all the anal beads were inside me, filling my rectum. Since there was no pumping, thrusting, pushing, pulling, the pain went away much quicker, and I was left feeling like I needed to go poo. After a while, even this sensation subsided to a general awareness that something foreign was up my anus, but it started to feel like it belonged.

Warm, sticky fluid landed on my back. It seemed someone had decided they were excited enough just watching me.

A soft, warm head was pushed against my cheek (face) as someone hdx porno began rubbing the tip of his penis against it. Someone else opened my pussy lips with their fingers and started pushing their penis into my now spread pussy. He started slowly, and for some reason, started rubbing the cum still sitting on my flesh, spreading it out, running his hands all over my back, then a slight pulling on my hair He thrust at a slow rate, long, even strokes. I panted with longing, wanting him to speed up, to cum inside me.

He continued with his long, even strokes for a few minutes, and then started thrusting harder, faster. Finally, he spasmed once, twice, and was pulling out, having came inside me.

Someone pulled on my shoulders, urging me to stand up again, then brought me back where I started. Pushing my shoulders down, I felt hands reach under my back, supporting me as they laid me gently on the floor, and then pulling my knees up and slightly outward.

Someone pushed something inside me, covered in lube, and kept pushing until it was as far as his fingers could reach. I could feel the cord from it hanging out of my pussy, and instantly knew exactly what it was, since I have done this before with lovers. A bullet vibrator had been pushed inside me as far as it could reach, and the wonderful thing about these is that, if the man is careful, you can leave it inside, vibrating away, with enough room to still have normal sex. It is thrilling, and wonderful, and realizing that I got to do this, I got wet again.

Settling between my legs, I was pulled up slightly with my ass resting on top of someone’s legs. He spread my pussy and pushed his penis inside, thrusting back and forth. The head of his penis pushed the vibrator back, against my cervix, and because I was resting on top of him, his movements were limited. With the added vibrator, happily buzzy away, it didn’t matter. My brain melted, leaving me unable to say anything, as I became a single, pulsing erogenous spot, with his penis also rubbing against the beads.

Cum rained down on me, landing on my breasts, my stomach, my legs, my face, while the man continued thrusting inside me. It seemed a few people decided to just jerk themselves while watching me being pounded. I wondered how of the other men’s cum hit the man penetrating me.

The man move faster, occasionally shoving the vibrator hard against my cervix. Finally he pulled out, and I could feel more cum being deposited on my pubis.

He moved me back on the floor and I could feel him leave the area between my legs.

I was touched on the side, and tried to roll myself over. Unfortunately, I was unable to do it on my own, so three sets of hands lifted me to the side and rolled me over, one at my shoulder, one at my ass, and one at my legs. The one at my ass, when I was halfway up, put his fingers between my ass cheeks and gave the last bead a little push.

After rolling me over, my hips were pulled up, so my face was against the floor, with my breasts hanging down and my ass was angled upward. Three different guys, one by one, took me from behind. The first came in my pussy, with it leaking out and oozing down my leg. The next pulled out before coming on my leg, so I had cum dripping down both legs now. The third, thrusting into me and pushing the vibrator against me with every thrust was greeted with a surprise when I suddenly tightened up on him, shaking, as I climaxed again. I don’t even think he would have had a chance to pull out before cumming, so deposited it in my pussy immediately after my climax.

After the three guys finished, I was helped up again, the vibrator was removed, and they started moving me. I could feel the two men’s semen leaking out of me, running down my legs. I could feel the cum dried on my breasts, stomach, face, slightly tugging at my skin. They kept moving me, and I began to wonder where we were going.

Cold tile suddenly met my feet, and I realized I was in the bathroom. Now someone picked me up, and when he put me down, I felt cold, slick porcelain under me and against my arms. Why on earth did they lay me in the bathtub?

I found out very quickly, some people are into some very strange things.

Warm liquid was streamed down on me. Some went on my face before it was suddenly stopped, so I could smell the stink of pee, even taste it as some went into my mouth, past the gag. Fortunately, I don’t mind pee, it was just a shock that someone was doing this. I am familiar with golden showers, but that was not a fantasy I have ever had. It turned me on slightly, the thought of me being used as a toilet, but I could think of many things I would rather have done to me.

Either the person who likes this drank alot, or another/others decided they liked this idea, because soon the bathtub stopper was put in and soon there were a few more streams, coming about two or three at a time. I could feel them peeing all over me, some aiming at a particular spot. One person seemed like he wanted to pee everywhere on me, moving his stream up and down. One person had even peed in my hair. I could feel it around my back, a slight amount that caressed the skin not touching the bathtub. It seemed they weren’t doing a good job of filling the tub, but my back was now laying in pee.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Confessions of a Mailgirl Ch. 08

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Big Tits

VIRGIN TERRITORY

There was a door leading directly from the tower to the south wing on the fourth floor but since the entrance to Auditorium A was on the second floor I decided to take the stairs down to that floor before exiting the tower.

The tower, as it was commonly called, may have been the center of power for the corporation but it actually represented a relatively small area of the sprawling DDE complex. Up until this point no mailgirl had been allowed out of the tower so the majority of the complex remained “virgin territory” as Kelly had once called it while discussing the possibility of expanding our mailgirl duty area. While all DDE employees were obviously aware of the Mailgirls program, few of those working outside of the tower had actually seen one.

I exited the stairs on the second floor of the tower then walked down the corridor until I reached the entrance door to the south wing. I checked my watch one last time hoping to see some kind of error message telling me it was all a mistake, but the only thing I saw was that my deadline was ticking down and I still had quite a ways to go. I shoved the door open and entered the south wing.

As I walked briskly through a crowded cubicle area toward the main corridor the shocked faces I saw told me that my appearance here was completely unexpected. I wondered once again if maybe this was some kind of mistake, but I was trained to go to the location that appeared on my smart watch so that’s what I was going to do. As I reached the corridor I broke into a trot past more astonished faces, then into a run as my watch vibrated alerting me I had less than a minute left. It must have been quite a sight for the employees here to see a nude woman running through their building but I was determined to make the deadline, technical glitch or not. I turned a corner and saw the entrance to the auditorium up ahead. With just seconds to spare I shoved open the door and stepped inside.

A spotlight shined on me as I entered the large room and all around me I heard the sound of whistling, howls, and applause. Temporarily blinded by the combination of the spotlight and the darkened auditorium I raised my arm up to shield my eyes as I tried to make out what was going on. Down below me on the stage I saw three large video monitors. On one of them I saw my own image in all its naked glory, on another was a timer ticking down the last few seconds to zero, and on the third monitor was Barbara Anderson standing on the stage.

“There you have it,” I heard Barbara say over the public address system, “our mailgirl made it here from the tower in under five minutes and she had no advance notice this was going to happen. That’s the type of speed and efficiency we can provide and will be demanding from our mailgirls.”

I was unsure about what to do next as I continued to try to make out my surroundings. Was this some kind of media event or press conference? “Come on down to the stage, mailgirl,” I heard Barbara say. Her reference to me as “mailgirl” rather than by name struck me as odd. As I walked down the stairs leading to the stage the spotlight followed me as did the camera displaying me on the video screen. I passed rows of people on each side, all of them turning to stare at me, and all wearing DDE identification badges. This obviously had to be some sort of employee meeting although it was being staged in a way usually reserved for media events.

My eyes had finally adjusted by the time I stepped up on the stage. Barbara was standing alone on it wearing one of those wireless microphone headsets that would allow her to speak as she moved about the stage and she motioned for me to come to her. “Turn and face the audience and assume your standing position,” she ordered and her voice could be heard clearly throughout the auditorium. I turned and spread my legs to shoulder width, then placed my arms behind my back. As I did this I heard whistles and catcalls coming from the audience.

I quickly surveyed the crowd and recognized a few faces from my previous life in the company’s management program. I realized now that I was standing nude on stage in front of several hundred DDE managers and supervisors from various departments outside of the tower. One of them I recognized as my former boss, Sanjeev Singh. Beside him sat Stephanie, the girl who had once been my best friend. Steph stared up at me with a smirk on her face and I quickly lowered my eyes to the floor in embarrassment.

“This is the standing position that all mailgirls are required to maintain while awaiting instructions,” Barbara said to the crowd. “It’s the only standing position they are allowed while not in motion. If there is going to be an extended wait for some reason you may also order a mailgirl into a kneeling position.” Barbara nodded at me indicating she wanted me to demonstrate it. I got down on my knees and spread them to shoulder width as I placed my hands on my thighs and arched my back, tecavüz porno thrusting my breasts toward the audience. I thought the eyes of a man sitting directly in front of the stage might pop right out of his head as he stared between my legs.

“This is also the position that the mailgirl will assume while resting on their mat when they have no current assignment,” Barbara continued. “Under no circumstances is a mailgirl allowed to sit on any piece of office furniture for obvious hygienic reasons. If a mailgirl has a long wait during a pickup she may only kneel if ordered by you and there should seldom be times when the wait is so extensive that you will need to order her to kneel. We’d rather you not tie up a mailgirl. That’s my job.”

Laughter spread through the auditorium at the double meaning as Barbara looked down at me with a sly grin. I’m sure my face was crimson red with shame as this spectacle had to be the most humiliating thing I’d experienced yet. At the same time I was also becoming extremely aroused which was probably becoming noticeable to everyone in the front row, if not the entire auditorium since my nude body was still being featured prominently on a large video screen. This added further to my humiliation which turned me on even more. It was a vicious cycle that I was powerless to control and I just prayed I wouldn’t have an orgasm right there on stage.

“Return to your standing position, mailgirl,” Barbara ordered and I quickly complied. “We learned some valuable lessons during the pilot program in the tower,” she said to the audience, her voice ringing out clearly through the speakers placed throughout the auditorium, “but now that we’re expanding we will be making a few changes. Until now the primary method of communicating pickups and deliveries to the mailgirl has been via a smart watch. This worked well in the tower but now that a much larger area will be covered by the mailgirls we feel the watch has some limitations.” Barbara walked behind me now and silently took hold of each of my wrists as they were clasped behind my back and pulled my arms to my sides. Then she took my left wrist and removed the watch.

“I’ve recently returned from Tokyo where I saw demonstrations of Hiromoto’s 2.0 version of their Mailgirls Monitoring Unit which uses smart phone technology rather than a watch,” Barbara said as she walked toward the rear of the stage. “It’s more powerful and has more features than the watch and I believe it is better suited to our purposes here at DDE.” I guess that explained where Barbara had been recently. She must have been in Tokyo finalizing the preparations for the expansion of the program.

Moments later Barbara returned to where I was standing holding a smart phone attached to a black band. The band was made of some kind of stretchable synthetic material and she slid it over my wrist and up my arm. She then let go of the band and it tightened around my upper arm holding the phone firmly in place. It was a snug fit but wasn’t so tight that it would cut off circulation.

I can’t say I was really crazy about this change. Personally I liked the minimally intrusive simplicity of the watch over having a phone bursting from my arm like a large growth. Ultimately it didn’t matter, though, since their purpose remained the same: they were both electronic leashes designed to move the mailgirl around at the whim of whoever controlled the leash. And since anyone with a Mailgirls app could take control of the leash this would leave me at the beck and call of hundreds of different masters.

Barbara made several small adjustments to the position of the phone on my arm until she was satisfied with it, then stepped back and turned to the audience. “This new Mailgirls Monitoring Unit, or MMU as we call it, has several features that the watch didn’t have. You’ve each been given a booklet called the Mailgirls Program Introduction and Service Guide so I won’t go over all of them but I would like to talk about one new feature that will allow you to use delivery credits to order faster delivery speeds.”

Barbara began pacing across the stage now as she spoke. “Each department manager will be given a limited number of delivery credits each week for his or her department to use to order faster delivery times. Standard deliveries will never cost any credits but you may also order Express, Premium, and Premium Rush deliveries using varying amounts of credit. Each of these will reduce the pickup and delivery times allowed for the mailgirl to meet her deadline. The Premium Rush delivery is the fastest but is also the most expensive in terms of credit usage, so use it on only for your most time sensitive deliveries otherwise you’ll burn through your weekly credit allotment in a hurry. We don’t want to run our mailgirls ragged on rush orders that aren’t really time critical.”

I definitely didn’t like sound of this new feature at all. I felt like I’d been able 18 porno to develop a strong pace that would get me through a long day without burning out and didn’t like the idea of having to do rush orders that would quickly wear me down. The whole thing seemed like it could be ripe for abuse too, despite the credit system that would supposedly limit its use.

“Another thing that will have to change with the expansion of the program is how mailgirls are identified,” Barbara said as she continued to move around the stage. “Up until now, with only three mailgirls employed, we simply referred to them by their names. Obviously we’ll need to hire many more mailgirls now so this will no longer be the most efficient method of identifying them since some of the girls will undoubtedly have the same or similar names.”

I had a sinking feeling I knew where this was going. We’re about to become numbers, I thought to myself. The more I’d gotten to know Barbara the more I’d known this was probably inevitable. It was just another step in her plan to enslave me by stripping me of everything, including my identity. Barbara didn’t waste any time confirming my fears. “So what we’re going to do is assign each mailgirl a number in order to help identify them.” Barbara paused momentarily to glance in my direction for a reaction from me but I forced myself to stare passively at the floor.

“And why is it important for us to be able to identify a mailgirl?” Barbara continued. “Because our mailgirls are expected to observe a very strict code of conduct and it’s important that anyone observing a violation of this code be able to properly identify the mailgirl when reporting it. Those on each end of the pickup and delivery will know her identity because it will show up on their Mailgirls app with the delivery details, but others witnessing a code violation may not be able to identify her. She won’t be wearing a company ID badge, after all.” This brought a sprinkling of laughter through the auditorium.

Barbara walked over to me now until she was so close I could feel her breath on my cheek. “So how are you going to know what a mailgirl’s number is?” she asked the audience. “Let me demonstrate.” Just when I thought my humiliation couldn’t get any worse, Barbara took a black marker pen out of her jacket pocket, removed the cap, and began inking what I assumed was a number just below the clavicle area above my right breast. I trembled slightly at the feel of the marker on my bare skin as I struggled to keep my emotions in check.

When she finished with that she inked numbers onto each of my hips, then spun me around so my backside faced the audience and began writing a final number on the small of my back. From this position I was able to see myself on one of the video monitors at the back of the stage and for the first time could identify the number she was giving me. Above my right breast she had written the number 9 .

Nine? What the fuck? Where did she come up with nine? I remembered that stupid little joke where Kelly and I pretended to be competing for the number one, but even with Anna around it seemed like it shouldn’t have been any lower than three. I knew it was silly to care about what number I was assigned, but for some reason this bugged me.

Then the reason for it occurred to me. A higher number like one, two, or even three suggested greater importance. Barbara had made it clear to me that I was always going to be a lowly mailgirl and would never be allowed to rise above that station. Even in assigning me a number she wouldn’t allow even a hint that I held a place of any importance in the mailgirl hierarchy. I was just a generic number nine.

After she had finished Barbara spun me back around to face the crowd. “I know using a black marker is a bit old school, but this is the way Hiromoto Industries did it for years so why reinvent the wheel?” Barbara replaced the cap on the pen and put it back in her jacket pocket. “Resume your standing position,” she ordered. She then began pacing the stage as she spoke.

“As you can see, this mailgirl has been assigned the number nine and this will be how she will be referred to at all times while on duty,” Barbara said. “I know that some of you know Nine’s name from her earlier time working for DDE in another capacity, but as a mailgirl you will always refer to her by her assigned number. This will be the case with all of the other mailgirls as well.”

As I stood on the stage in utter humiliation I looked up briefly and caught Stephanie’s eye. The look of contempt on her face was unmistakeable and I quickly lowered my eyes again. I knew she believed that what I was taking part in was setting women’s rights back a century and I can’t say that I really blamed her for thinking that. Barbara was treating me as little more than a slave as she introduced her Mailgirls program, and in reality that’s exactly what I was. There were few aspects of my life now konulu porno that she didn’t control and she’d promised me that her grip would only tighten over time.

”Now I’m sure there are many questions involving the expansion of the Mailgirls program to the rest of the DDE campus,” Barbara continued, “but I believe the guide you’ve received will answer most of them. All DDE employees will be receiving a digital version of this guide in their email and a video of this presentation today will also be made available via company intranet to any employee who wants to view it. Obviously Nine’s nudity in the video won’t be considered Not Safe For Work so anyone who wants to view it on company computers will be free to do so.”

Oh my god, I thought, everyone in the company is going to see this! This should have filled me with despair but instead it sent a fresh wave of arousal pulsing through me. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as I struggled to control it. I desperately wished i could go somewhere private to bring myself off before I came in front of a live audience. Meanwhile Barbara continued her spiel without missing a beat.

“There is one question I’d like to address, however, that I’m sure is on many people’s mind. The elephant in the room, so to speak. Why the mandatory nudity for mailgirls?”

“Because it’s awesome!” a man shouted out from the back to much laughter around the auditorium.

“Yes, that’s true,” Barbara replied with a laugh. “For some people that’s reason enough. From the company’s perspective, though, there are both practical and esoteric reasons for it. Let’s start with the practical, beginning with uniform costs. There are none.” This brought more laughter from the crowd. “There are no purchase costs, no cleaning costs, no replacement costs. Any uniform we provided would quickly become sweaty, smelly, and cause chafing throughout the course of the shift. This uniform, however, can be quickly cleaned whenever required,” Barbara said as she pointed to my nude body.

I continued to teeter on the brink of an orgasm as Barbara began walking back toward me. “In order to insure uniform cleanliness we are adding an inspection routine which may be ordered whenever a mailgirl is not currently enroute to a pickup or delivery. It involves a new stance known as the inspection position.” She was standing directly in front of me now and as I looked up into her face I realized she knew exactly what was happening to me. “I believe I’ll have Nine demonstrate it for you now,” she said with a smile.

I took another deep breath as I once again fought to bring myself back from the edge. “Nine, place your hands behind your head, elbows out,” Barbara ordered. “Now spread your legs wider and lift up on your toes. Arch your back more.” After I’d complied with all of these demands she stepped back away from me providing the audience an unobstructed view of my body.

This position was even more humiliating than the other two and left me feeling completely exposed and vulnerable. I began trembling as I tried to fight back my rising state of arousal. Meanwhile Barbara slowly walked to the back of the stage under the pretext of needing a sip of water leaving me alone, front and center, with every eye in the room on me. What she was really doing was engaging in a type of silent torture hoping to force me to climax right there on stage. I didn’t dare look up from the floor at all of those staring eyes and I somehow managed to hold on. Barbara finally returned and began to speak again.

“So what will you be looking for on this inspection?” she asked the audience. “All body hair must be shaved prior to the beginning of each shift so there should be no stubble. Her makeup must not be too heavy or slutty looking and there should no streaks or runs. She must not be adorned by any jewelry. Light perspiration is okay but heavy sweat is not. Her hair should be clean and is not allowed to cover her breasts. She should be lightly perfumed and scented without either unpleasant body odor or smelling like she took a bath in cheap perfume.”

Barbara began slowly circling me now inspecting my body, close enough that I could smell the scent of her perfume. She’d almost completed the circuit when, with her back to the audience, she leaned in even closer as if to smell my hair. Instead she began blowing lightly in my right ear.

This was all it took to finally send me over the edge. A moan escaped my lips as my body shook with a powerful orgasm. Somehow I managed to remain in the inspection position, but any hope that the audience hadn’t realized what had just happened quickly disappeared as gasps and laughter spread throughout the room. I wanted the stage to open up and swallow me but I remained there on display, humiliated beyond belief.

Barbara backed away from me and turned to the audience. “I’m guessing that probably answers one of your questions about whether mailgirls get, um, ‘excited’ about public nudity,” Barbara said as laughter rang through the auditorium. “Anyway that was an example of an inspection, although I doubt most mailgirls will react as enthusiastically to it as Nine did.” More laughter swept through the room and I just wanted to crawl away somewhere and die.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

şişli escort bakırköy escort Antalya escort beylikdüzü escort escort antalya rus escort eryaman escort demetevler escort Hacklink mamasiki.com bucur.net hayvanca.net lazimlik.net cidden.net By Casino rus escort bahçelievler escort Escort bayan Escort bayan escort ankara şişli escort mecidiyeköy escort sincan escort bursa escort bayan görükle escort bursa escort bursa merkez escort bayan Anadolu Yakası Escort Kartal escort Kurtköy escort Maltepe escort Pendik escort Kartal escort otele gelen escort anadoluyakasikadin.com kadikoykadin.com atasehirkadin.com umraniyekadin.com bostancikadin.com maltepekadin.com pendikkadin.com kurtkoykadin.com kartalkadin.com escortsme.com kuşadası escort bayan Hacklink Hacklink panel Hacklink bursa escort görükle escort bursa escort bursa escort bursa escort bursa escort Ankara escort bayan Ankara Escort Ankara Escort Rus Escort Eryaman Escort Etlik Escort Sincan Escort Çankaya Escort ankara escort bursa escort Escort hurilerim.com bursa escort bursa escort bursa escort bursa escort bursa sınırsız escort bursa escort bayan bursa escort görükle escort antalya escort şişli escort istanbul travesti istanbul travesti istanbul travesti ankara travesti Moda Melanj türkçe altyazılı porno porno 64 japon porno burdur escort bursa escort çanakkale escort çankırı escort çorum escort denizli escort diyarbakır escort düzce escort edirne escort elazığ escort ankara travesti escort escort escort travestileri travestileri otele gelen escort keçiören escort etlik escort çankaya escort wbahis vaycasino Deneme Bonusu veren siteler Deneme Bonusu