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The Teacher’s Pet Ch. 05

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Author’s Note: This builds upon the events of the previous chapters. I would recommend reading them first, before diving into this chapter.

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Saturday, January 24

It was all too familiar to me. I was sitting in my kitchen on a Saturday morning eating blueberry waffles. I was anticipating a shopping trip with Polly, in which I would be picking her up at noon and we would be going to the outlets. As I looked myself over, I giggled at the notion I was even wearing the same apparel as on our previous outing — right down to the three-inch black pumps.

There were, of course, a couple of key differences. At this time last week, I didn’t know she had a foot fetish. Nor did I realize how much I would enjoy it. Although there had been some trepidation about our prior excursion, my anxiety level was almost off the scale regarding what could happen today.

I wasn’t doing myself any favors by constantly dwelling on her kink. Aside from my masturbation sessions last evening, I had an erotic dream overnight that caused me to wake up covered with sweat in a puddle of my vaginal fluids. It was the first time I had ever orgasmed in my sleep, and it was all due to the visions of a cute little foot lover dancing in my head.

After a deep exhale, I noticed that my plate was empty. I had become so wrapped up in my thoughts, I didn’t even remember finishing my breakfast. And I still wasn’t any closer to solving the mystery of how to be a friend to my student while having her be my on-demand foot massager — without our relationship turning into anything sexual. It seemed like it would be easier for me to invent time travel.

With that in mind, I checked the clock. There were still two hours until I needed to leave my house. I smiled at the realization I had ample opportunity to resolve my dilemma. I cleaned up the kitchen in a flash and sat in my living room with every intention of crafting the perfect plan.

The next thing I knew, it was ten minutes before noon. While using the bathroom, I shook my head in disgust. I had spent every moment imagining Polly rubbing my feet in the car, or sniffing my toes in a dressing room, or kissing my soles in a checkout line. It went beyond an addiction. This was an all-consuming obsession!

While driving to her home, I did everything I could to regain my composure. I kept telling myself it was just two friends spending a nice day together. There was no need to complicate things. For a moment, I had pushed the deviant thoughts out of my head. A wave of calm washed over me, and I grinned at the prospect of seeing this lovely young woman.

However, I soon made the turn onto her street and caught sight of her house. My heart began to race and my breathing became labored as I approached her driveway. By the time I shifted into park, I was on the verge of feinting. I needed to quickly pull myself together. I didn’t want Polly — and worse, her parents — to see me like this.

I closed my eyes and gripped the steering wheel. My mind was tormenting me with a number of terrible scenarios. What if her mom and dad didn’t like me? Perhaps they would think the way I dressed was too provocative, and the wardrobe I encouraged their daughter to buy was offensive to them. What if I blurted out something about lesbianism? Or foot fetishism? Or what happened last weekend in their own living room? Damn, it would be a nightmare!

“Come on, Amber. Stop worrying. It’s going to be fine.”

My eyes shot open as I realized I said those words of encouragement out loud. After scanning my surroundings, I sighed with relief. There was nobody close by. At least I had avoided this particular embarrassment.

Figuring someone in the house had seen me by now, I knew I couldn’t stall any longer. I checked my hair in the mirror on the visor and got out of my car. My steps were shaky while walking onto the front porch, as my nerves were still rather frayed. When I stopped near the front door, I took another deep breath and reached for the bell.

When I was about to touch it, the door swung open to reveal the smiling face of Polly. I was startled, and took a step back.

“Hi, Mi… I mean, Amber.”

“Oh, um, hi Polly.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, uh, it’s fine.”

She giggled and pushed the door further open. “Please, come in.”

I entered the house and followed her into the living room. I saw a man and a woman sitting on the couch, who I presumed to be the girl’s parents. As they beckoned me to come closer, I gulped at the realization I was back at the scene of the crime. In fact, her mother was in the exact spot where I had been seated when Polly rubbed and sniffed my feet. An image flashed through my mind of my student kneeling on the floor, doing this to her mom’s feet. It was both arousing and disturbing.

Shaking my head to dispel the thought, I strode toward the sofa. They stood up and I extended my hand to greet them.

“Hello, I’m Polly’s new English teacher, istanbul escort Amber Nolan.”

The woman shook my hand with a smile. “I’m her mother, Stephanie Wilkerson. But everyone calls me Steph.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Steph.”

“Likewise.”

“And I’m her father, Martin Wilkerson.” He extended his hand and I shook it.

“Nice to meet you… Marty?”

“Actually, Martin, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure, Martin it is.”

While he was pleasant enough about it, I squirmed a bit from my stupid assumption. I was already nervous I would make a bad impression. This wasn’t making me feel any more relaxed.

Steph shot her husband a look and returned her gaze to me. “Don’t mind him. He’s a bit of a stick in the mud.”

He sighed. “Whatever you say, dear. Anyway, we’ve heard a lot about you, Amber.”

My anxiety began rising as I wondered what their daughter had told them. Surely it couldn’t have been anything bad. Then again, maybe it was something which seemed innocuous which they took the wrong way. I had to find out before I drove myself insane!

“Oh, um, have you now?” I hoped they hadn’t detected the apprehension in my voice.

“Yes,” Steph said, “we know you’ve been trying to help our daughter with a situation at school.”

I gave her a questioning look. What situation was she referring to? I hoped it wasn’t—

“She told us there were a few kids that were teasing her. And you gave her some advice.”

Polly cleared her throat. “Yeah, she said if I did something different with my hair and dressed a little nicer, those bullies would back off.” She beamed at me. “And they did!”

I smiled nervously, as I was still somewhat uneasy. Although she had good intentions, I wasn’t sure whether her parents approved of the changes in their daughter’s appearance, or if they were going to chastise me.

Steph placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Just look at you.” They exchanged warm expressions as she ran a hand through Polly’s hair. “Your hair is so lovely, and these clothes…” She stepped back and gazed at her daughter from head to toe. “…they make you look beautiful.”

It filled my heart with joy to witness this, and not merely because I knew her parents’ perception of me was good. I was happy to see Polly’s mom piling on the compliments. She reminded me of my own mother, who had always built me up instead of tearing me down. Not everyone was lucky enough to have this, and I recognized how truly special it was.

Taking hold of my hand, Steph looked me in the eyes. “Thank you so much, Amber. Anyone who cares enough to give their time and energy to helping a student this way is someone I’m grateful to have teaching my daughter.”

“You’re welcome,” I said as I squeezed her hand. “Polly’s a great girl, and she doesn’t deserve to be picked on. I just wanted to help.”

“Well, I really appreciate what you’re doing. She looks amazing!”

“Eh, she looks all right, I suppose.” Martin folded his arms and tilted his head. “Don’t you think her skirt is too short, and those shoes are too high?”

Steph scowled at him. “For heaven’s sake, Martin! Why are being so critical of her?”

“I’m not!” He shook his head. “Come on, you have to admit that outfit is a bit too… adult for our little girl.”

“She’s not a little girl anymore. She’s eighteen, and I happen to think what she’s wearing is very stylish.”

He glanced at his daughter and then at me. “It looks fine on Amber. But…” His eyes narrowed. “…huh, now why didn’t I see it before? She’s dressed exactly like her teacher.” He glared at me. “Did you really think this was appropriate for our daughter to wear?”

My eyes went wide and words escaped me. I needed a lifeline, and fast!

“Martin!” Steph smacked her husband’s arm. “Stop being so unreasonable!” Her expression changed from anger to one of sympathy as she turned toward me. “I’m so sorry. Apparently, my husband is stuck in 1950 or something.” She swatted him again. “Apologize to her for being rude.”

He let out a sigh. “Yes, dear.” He lowered his head. “I’m sorry for being rude to you, Amber.”

I gave a slight smile when I spied the haughty smirk on Steph’s face. “It’s okay. But I probably should have checked with both of you before taking Polly out to get her hair cut and change her wardrobe.”

“Yes, you should have.” Martin’s arrogant smile morphed into a look of resignation as his wife shook her head at him. “Um, but she looks nice.”

“Anyway,” Steph said, “we don’t want to hold you up. We know you and Polly have places to go.”

She began walking toward the foyer, and the rest of us followed. When she got near the front door, she stopped and spun around to face her daughter.

“Have fun today, Polly.” She gazed up at me. “You too, Amber. Just bring her back in one piece, and without any tattoos or nose rings.”

Her serious stare unsettled me, and I was about to respond when she burst out laughing. Polly joined in, as did I — although escort bayan my mirth was tempered with relief. For a moment, I thought Steph actually believed I would do those things.

The only one who remained stoic was Martin. “And another thing,” he said as he raised an eyebrow in my direction, “don’t encourage her to buy clothes that are more revealing than what she’s wearing now.”

Steph placed her hands on her hips and seemed ready to scold her husband again.

I put a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay.” I took a deep breath and looked at her husband. “Don’t worry, Martin. I’ll make sure she doesn’t buy anything like that, and I won’t scar her permanently either.”

He nodded. “All right then, you two have a good time.” He gave his daughter a hug. “Just make sure you’re home by nine.”

While Polly hugged her mom, Martin extended a hand toward me. “It was nice to meet you, Amber. Sorry for giving you a hard time. I guess I’m a little overprotective of my daughter.”

I shook his hand. “It was nice to meet you too, Martin. And I understand. I’m an only child, so my dad was like that with me.”

A genuine smile appeared on his face. “Well, I hope I didn’t offend you.”

“Nah, I don’t get offended too easily.”

I felt a tap on my arm and saw Steph reach out to embrace me. As we hugged, I had to stifle a giggle. She was a bit shorter than Polly and wore flats. With me in my three-inch heels, I felt like I was hugging a child instead of a woman who was twenty years older than me.

After a few moments, we stepped back from each other and she gave me a warm smile. “It was wonderful to meet you, Amber. Maybe next time you’re here we’ll talk a little longer.”

“It was great meeting you as well, Steph. And yes, I’d love to have a nice chat with both of you.”

Polly opened the door. “Bye, mom and dad. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Bye, pumpkin,” Martin said, “and behave yourself.”

“Okay dad!” she said as she rolled her eyes.

“Bye, sweetie.” Steph looked toward the driveway. “Wow Amber, is that your red convertible?”

“Yes, it is. I got it when I graduated from college.”

“It’s very nice.”

“Thanks.” I felt Polly tugging me out the door. “Take care!” I waved to her parents while following the girl onto the front porch.

As the door began to close behind us, I overheard Martin say something about how dangerous it was to ride in small cars. I chuckled, given how fast I liked to go on the causeway. If he only knew, he would never let me drive his daughter anywhere.

It wasn’t long before we were indeed speeding over the water. Part of the reason for this was because I always enjoyed the feeling of the wind in my hair, and I knew Polly did as well. However, my other motivation involved postponing the topic which was foremost in my mind. Since we couldn’t hear anything except the strong breeze, we weren’t able to have a conversation.

Every so often, I glanced over at the lovely young woman in the passenger seat. Her mom was right, she did look beautiful. Her pink blouse and stockings were perfectly offset by her black skirt and black two-inch heels. She was grinning with her head tilted back a bit and her eyes closed. It was similar to the expression she wore when she smelled my foot, although this time there was no hint of lust. There was simply contentment.

As I continued toward the outlets, I alternated between imagining a repeat of the scene and telling myself I should honor my previous agreement not to indulge in Polly’s fetish. By the time we arrived on the mainland, I had only served to confuse the matter further. I sighed while parking the car, hoping I wouldn’t end up allowing my sexual urges to ruin the friendship I had with this girl.

When we began making our way across the parking lot, I decided to try speaking with her about normal things. I hoped this would take my focus away from feet for a while.

“So, Polly, your parents seemed nice.”

“Yeah, my mom is super-cool.” She sighed. “Sorry about my dad. He’s kind of stuck in the past.”

I chuckled. “You don’t have to apologize. He just wants what’s best for you.”

“But he still thinks I’m eight.”

“I know what you mean. Even to this day, my dad treats me like a kid sometimes. It must be hard for fathers to think of their baby girls as adults.”

“I guess.”

“Anyway, I thought they were great. And I’m really proud of you.”

She cocked her head. “Um, what for?”

“For telling them the truth about what we did last Saturday, and today. As I recall, you were going to give them some story about me helping you with a school project.”

“Oh, that. Well, I knew they’d have all kinds of questions when they saw my new clothes. So I figured I’d just tell them what really happened. Except for, well…”

“Right.” I nodded and then took a deep breath. “But now we can have a fun day of shopping without worrying about hiding it from your parents.”

“Exactly!” There was an enormous Ataşehir escort grin on her face as she skipped toward the entrance to the clothing store.

While I approached the door, I shook my head at the thought of what we were actually hiding from her parents. This was bad enough. If the twisted fantasies in my head became reality, it would be a whole lot more.

I managed to set this concern aside and immerse myself in one of my favorite activities. I wasn’t more than two steps inside when I saw Polly holding up a shirt she was interested in. I gave her a thumbs-up and the two of us spent the next three hours either looking at or trying on almost every article of clothing in our respective sizes. By the time we emerged from the shop, we were both holding a half-dozen bags full of items.

After we put everything in the trunk of my car, we headed to the shoe store. Even though I didn’t need any more since I already owned over forty pairs of shoes, it was always fun to look. Also, Polly wanted to add to her collection and she still had some money to burn.

An hour and a half later, she was down to fifteen dollars along with four new pairs of pumps. She had tried on numerous styles and colors, finally settling on a couple pairs each with three-inch and two-inch heels. I did do a bit of browsing in the store, but for the most part I sat and watched the young woman slip her dainty stocking feet in and out of many shoes.

I was thankful I had kept mine on. If I were to have given her that kind of show, it would have ignited her passions for my feet, and made me want her to act on those desires.

Since we were both hungry and neither of us had much cash left, we agreed to eat dinner in the food court. Upon arriving, we found an empty booth near a partition and hurried over to claim it. I stayed with Polly’s most recent purchases while she got a platter from the Asian Eatery. Once she returned, I went to buy a wrap and salad combo from the Gourmet Deli.

When I was seated again, I took the first bite of my food and smiled at the girl sitting across from me. She smiled back and picked up a forkful of her chicken fried rice.

“I really like shopping with you, Polly.”

She swallowed before replying. “Yeah, it’s awesome shopping with you at the outlets. I got so much great stuff!”

“I know!” I giggled. “You probably doubled your wardrobe in the past two weeks.”

“Pretty much!” She put her fork down and placed her hand on top of mine. “But the best part is having you as my friend.” She squeezed my hand. “You’re, like, one of the coolest people I know.”

I gripped her hand. “Thanks, but I’m sure I’m not as cool as Tanya.”

“Well, almost. One more Saturday like this and you’ll have her beat!”

We both laughed and I gazed into her eyes. “Seriously though, I feel the same way. It’s wonderful to have a person like you as a friend.”

This nice moment was followed by us talking about our afternoon and all the stuff we found, whether we bought it or left it for a future purchase. We also kept devouring our meals. Maybe because her platter was larger, or perhaps because I ate faster than her, I finished mine first. In fact, she still had half of hers to go when my plate was clean.

“That was yummy,” I said and wiped my mouth.

“Wow, I can’t believe you’re done already.” She glanced down at her tray and gave a slight frown. “I still have a lot to eat.”

“Don’t worry about it. We’re not in any rush. You just enjoy your dinner.”

She gave me a nod and stabbed a piece of her chicken.

I relaxed back into the seat and glanced around the food court. After several minutes of people-watching, I realized I had unconsciously pulled a foot out of one of my pumps. It occurred to me the freed foot felt more comfortable than the one confined in the shoe. With Polly engrossed in her meal, I figured she wouldn’t notice what was happening under the table. I shrugged and kicked off my other pump.

The feeling of fresh air on my feet was great. I moved them around and scrunched my toes. It then dawned on me what would be even better would be to prop them up. This would mean setting them on the seat next to Polly. There was enough extra room aside of her, no doubt. However, I would be practically inviting her to indulge in her fetish. I didn’t want to do this, did I?

In a brief battle of conscience versus craving, my conscience didn’t even make it through the first round. While she kept nibbling away, I lifted a stocking foot from the floor and placed it on the opposite seat — directly between the young woman and the partition wall. Before she could react, I did the same with my other foot.

There was a smile on my face as I stretched my arms and flexed my feet. For an instant, I was simply enjoying the moment. That’s when I saw her peek at my feet and then stare at me as if I was from outer space.

“W-what are you doing, Amber?”

“Oh, I needed to stretch out a little. I, um, hope you don’t mind.”

She began to blush. “No, I mean, it’s, it’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” I noticed her glancing at my feet again, and I wiggled my toes. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Y-yeah, I’m sure.” Her face was now beet red, and her eyes were the size of saucers.

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Chapter One: Carol’s First Spanking

Carol could not believe her ears. Her Uncle Ray had just sent her a text stating that he wanted to see her in his study tonight at 8 PM about her $400 cell phone bill. And, she also knew that he was still mad about her bill from last month. Last month it was more than $200. Now it was more than double. When she talked with Uncle Ray then, Ray told her that if it happened again she would have to pay the consequences. And, she had an idea what that meant. She was now beginning to get scared.

Carol was a normal, 18 year old high school senior. Her Mother and Dad had just gotten a chance to go to Europe for six months, and Carol had chosen not to go along. She had just begun a rather serious (by high school standards) relationship with a boy that she really liked, and did not want to give it up for a six month vacation in Europe. Her Mother made arrangements for her to stay with her Uncle Ray during that time.

But, her Mother also warned her that Uncle Ray was rather strict, and she would have to behave or else. Her Mother told her that Ray believed in Domestic Discipline, an age old practice where the Head of the Household, usually the man, would keep those living under his roof in line with discipline. And, her Mother added, Uncle Ray believed in corporal punishment, usually spanking and corner time, as part of his discipline program. She also mentioned that he used humiliation as part of that program. But, she never explained what she meant by humiliation.

After she read the text, Carol remembered several recent events. She remembered her mother’s last words to her Uncle as she departed his house for the airport: “And, Ray you have my permission to use whatever methods you feel are necessary to make her behave.” So far Uncle Ray had treated Carol with respect and dignity, but she also remembered their conversation concerning her cell phone bill last month. “And, if it ever happens again, we will have to make some changes!” were his exact words. Now, she was dreading the meeting with Uncle Ray tonight.

It was now 7:45, and in fifteen minutes Carol would have to meet with her uncle. She had a pretty good idea about what to expect. Last month Uncle Ray had threatened to spank her for her actions. He told her that she deserved one spank for every two dollars on her bill. That would have been 100 spanks. But, he then relented. He said that since she was new to his house and rules, he would suspend the spanking. She also noted that he said ‘suspend’. What did he mean by that, and what would the consequences of this month’s bill be? She looked at the clock again, 7:56. She better get going. It would probably take her 4 minutes to walk downstairs to his home office, and she knew better than to be late.

At exactly 8 PM, Carol knocked on Uncle Ray’s door. As she waited for his answer, she thought she heard some crying inside the room. She also heard some commotion. It sounded like Uncle Ray’s girlfriend, Joy, was in there, too. Was she going to get spanked? And, if so, would Joy watch? She personally thought that she was too old to be spanked, but her mother had warned her that her uncle liked to spank naked, grown women. After all, neither her Mother nor Dad had spanked her since she was about 12. But, her Mom also had warned her that Uncle Ray believes that no one was ever too old to spank.

Suddenly the door opened, and Uncle Ray ushered Carol into his office. Carol walked into the office with her head down, looking at the floor. She was afraid to look Uncle Ray in the eyes. Suddenly she heard some whimpering from behind her. She briefly turned her head and could not believe her eyes. There stood Joy. She was standing facing the corner. She was not looking into the room, but into the corner. And, she was naked! She was standing in the corner, naked, and her butt was bright red. Uncle Ray had just spanked his girlfriend! Now Carol knew that she was really in trouble.

“I see that you have already spotted Joy,” Uncle Ray commented. “She’s not immune to my rules, and neither are you.” Then, Uncle Ray began to discuss her actions, and her cell phone bills. Yes, bills. He had not forgotten about last month’s bill. He then talked about Carol’s need to develop fiscal responsibility. The lecture lasted more than 15 minutes. Then, he shifted the topic to remind her about his house rules.

“Do you remember that we had this discussion a month ago?” Uncle Ray asked. Carol nodded her head in agreement. “Do you also remember that then I said that you deserved a spanking, but I suspended it because you are new to my house and rules?” he added. Again, she nodded her head in agreement.

“Well, not this time,” Uncle Ray commented. “In fact, I also hereby rescind last month’s spanking suspension. Then I told you that you deserved one spank for every two dollars on your bill. That would have been 100 spanks. Using that same formula, this month’s penalty is an additional 200 spanks. That means I owe you 300 spanks total. However, I also realize that you are new to this, and your butt could not handle 300 spanks at one Anadolu Yakası Yabancı Escort time.

“So, therefore, we will split it up into three punishment sessions. You will receive 100 spanks tonight, 100 spanks tomorrow night, and 100 spanks the next night. And, since you are new, I will start out slow. Tonight, it will be with the bare hand only. Tomorrow, with the rubber paddle. I use a rubber paddle instead of a wooden one because the wooden one will leave bruises, and your butt is too cute to be bruised. But, the spanking in two nights will be with my leather strap. That’s what Joy received tonight. She probably won’t be sitting on any wooden chairs for a day or two.”

As Uncle Ray was talking, Carol had sneaked a peak at Joy’s bare ass. It was bright red, but she could not see any specific strap marks. Either the strap was as Uncle Ray described, an item that stings, but not marks, or she received so many straps that the marks were overlapping. Joy was just now beginning to compose herself. She had been crying when Carol entered the room earlier.

“Joy, front and center!” Uncle Ray commanded. Carol turned her head to see Joy waddle across the room. She was wearing six-inch stiletto heeled sandals. More commonly known as ‘Fuck Me! Pumps’. Other than that, she was totally naked. And, for the first time Carol noticed that Joy’s tits were huge. Even Carol admired how they wobbled as she walked. ‘I hope mine are that nice when I am her age’ Carol thought. And, then she also noticed that Joy was bare below, too. Everything about her was beautiful.

When Joy reached the front of the desk area, Uncle Ray told her to ‘Prepare Carol for punishment.’ Without saying a word, Joy immediately unbuttoned and removed Carol’s blouse. Next, she reached behind Carol and unsnapped and removed her bra. Joy then dropped to her knees and removed Carol’s jeans and thong panties.

“In the future,” Uncle Ray added, “when you are told to report for punishment, I expect you to be naked. All punishments are administered to the bare butt, but I also believe that humiliation is part of the punishment. Therefore, you will report totally naked. If you wear shoes, they must be high heels. Other than that, totally naked. If you walk through the house in a bathrobe, it must be removed before entering this room. You are to be totally naked whenever in this room for a punishment session.”

As Uncle Ray explained the rules, Joy had remained on her knees facing Carol. Now that she was naked below the waist, too, Carol noticed that Joy appeared to be staring at her pussy. She found that sensation strange. She never had seen any other girl or woman on her knees staring at her bush. She was becoming confused with the notion. Just as she was beginning to wonder if the sensation was good or bad, Uncle Ray told Joy to continue. Joy then stood up and took Carol’s hand and led her to where Uncle Ray was sitting. She was then told Carol to bend over his lap, with both her feet and hands touching the floor.

“Here’s another rule,” Uncle Ray ordered. “You are to count each spank, then thank me and ask me for another. If you don’t count the spank out loud, I will not count it in the total. After the first you are to say: ‘One. Thank you Uncle Ray. May I have another? Do it after each slap until we reach 100. If you forget, that spank will not count. Understand?”

Carol nodded her head in agreement. “Joy, you may go now. I will see you in our bedroom when I get done here,” he said. Suddenly, as she heard Joy walking across the office, Carol suddenly felt a strong stinging sensation on her left cheek.

“Yeowwwww!!! One, Thank you Uncle Ray. May I have another?” She yelled.

Her punishment had begun.

Chapter Two: The Second Session

“Com’on, Carol. Let me see?”

Carol’s BFF, Linda, was begging to see Carol’s blistered butt. They were in Carol’s bedroom, and it was about 7:15 the next evening. 45 minutes before her second spanking — this time with the rubber paddle. Carol had told Linda about her bare assed spanking last night during school earlier in the day. Linda showed up about 7 PM, and was surprised to see Carol answer the door in her bathrobe. Too early for her nightly shower, Linda thought. Then, she remembered that Carol had told her that she was going to get paddled tonight. Secretly, Linda wanted to watch. But, she knew that would not be possible. So, the next best thing was for her to come by early and see if Carol would bare her bum for her. She had never seen a well spanked ass on a near adult woman before. And, secretly she was wondering what it would feel like. Maybe she and Carol could play some spanking games later.

“No way! I’m not wearing anything under this bathrobe.” Carol replied.

“So what? I’ve seen you naked in the gym shower before,” Linda replied.

Carol knew that was true. They had been BFFs for quite some time, and had done more than taken showers in gym class together. They had even experimented in some mutual jilling sessions during sleepovers in the past. But, Carol was Anadolu Yakası Yeni Escort always the conservative one. She had seen Linda naked many times, but always got embarrassed when she had to show Linda her body.

“OK, but just for a Moment,” Carol said. Then she turned her back to Linda and dropped her robe so that Linda could see her ass. Linda was setting on the bed when Carol dropped her robe, which also exposed Carol’s front to the bedroom door. Just as the robe fell to the floor, the door suddenly opened and Joy walked in.

“Well, well, well!” Joy exclaimed. “What do we have here? It appears that our little girl likes to show off to other little girls.” Joy’s comment was especially unusual, for she was almost naked herself. She was wearing a very skimpy bustier, garter belt, stockings, and Fuck Me! Pumps. And, her bustier totally exposed her tits, pussy, and ass. She was dressed for action of some sort. Carol just didn’t know what type.

“Go ahead,” Joy said while looking at Linda. “Kiss her ass. I found out last night that she loves to have it spanked and caressed. She probably loves to have it kissed, too.”

Carol immediately reached for her robe, but Joy was quick to step on it and prevent Carol from covering up. Carol also was turning about four shades of red with embarrassment, for she knew exactly what Joy was talking about. During her spanking last night, she became sexually excited. By the time Uncle Ray had finished spanking her, her pussy was sopping wet. She needed relief. But, her uncle made her stand in the corner naked for 30 minutes after her spanking. Then, she discovered that she liked humiliation, too.

By the time she was released from her punishment session, Carol had to go straight back to her room to get some sexual satisfaction. She was in the middle of jilling off when Joy stopped by with some cold cream for her bruised butt cheeks. Joy saw Carol fingering herself. She merely placed the cold cream on her dresser and left. But, only after giving Carol a very big smile. “Call me if you want your butt rubbed, too.” Joy said as she left the room. About five minutes later, Carol called Joy and asked for her to rub the cream into her exposed butt. That’s when both Joy and Carol realized that, like most women, Carol loved butt massages.

“Let her kiss your ass, first,” Joy said as Carol tried to tug her bathrobe free. “How about it Linda. You want to kiss her ass? How about mine? Maybe you both would like to kiss my ass!”

Carol’s face was now bright red with embarrassment. But, Linda just smiled.

“I would love to,” Linda replied as she dropped to her knees and began crawling over to Carol’s beautiful behind. Before Carol could react, Linda grabbed Carol’s hips and started placing multiple kisses on both her ass cheeks. Suddenly, Carol felt Linda pull her cheeks apart with her hands, then she felt Linda plant a kiss right on her rosebud. Carol jumped away quickly, totally surprised by Linda’s actions.

Linda only smiled, turned to face Joy, and said “Next!” as she began crawling to Joy. Joy simply smiled and turned her beautiful butt to face Linda. Linda repeated her actions with Joy. After kissing Joy’s ass, Linda backed away and told Carol, “You’re turn.”

Carol tugged on her robe again, but Joy was still standing on it. “Not until after you kiss my ass!” She replied.

“No way!” Carol replied. “I’m not a lezzy!”

“Neither am I,” Linda replied. “I just like to play sex games.”

“How do you know?” Joy asked. “Have you tried it? Sometimes only a girl knows how to properly please another girl.”

“No way!” Carol responded.

“OK, suit yourself,” Joy replied as she reached down and picked up Carol’s robe. “See you downstairs in five minutes.” Joy then turned and left Carol’s room — with Carol’s one and only bathrobe. Carol knew she had no choice but to go downstairs naked.

With the recent turn of events, Linda suddenly got a burst of courage. She really wanted to watch Carol get paddled. She decided that the old ‘Nothing Risked, Nothing Gained’ rule applied here.

“Can I watch?” Linda asked Carol.

“No way!” Carol replied again. “I gotta get downstairs now. See you tomorrow.”

Linda, on the other hand, hadn’t given up. As she followed her friend down the stairs, Linda saw Joy again. And, she was still dressed in the skimpy bustier, with her tits, ass, and pussy exposed for all to see. Linda decided to try it again.

“Joy, can I watch Carol’s paddling?” She replied.

“I don’t care, “Joy answered. “But, you will have to ask Ray. And, Ray has a rule: All women in his office during one of his discipline sessions must either be naked, or have their tits, pussy, and ass all exposed. So, if you want to watch, you need to strip now. And, he probably will want a blowjob when he’s done paddling Carol.”

“Won’t be my first,” Linda replied as she stripped to her birthday suit.

“What do we have here?” Ray asked Joy as she and Linda walked into his study.

Linda could not believe her eyes. As she walked Anadolu Yakası Masaj Salonu into the study, she saw her best friend, totally naked except for her high heeled sandals, bent over her uncle’s desk. He was standing beside her holding a rubber spanking paddle.

“No, Uncle Ray!” Carol screamed. “Don’t let them watch!”

Ray immediately turned to Carol and replied, “Listen, young lady. You have no say in who does or does not watch your punishment. If you don’t want to be in this situation again, then you should begin obeying my rules. Now, turn your face around again and get ready for your punishment.”

Ray then turned to Joy and demanded, “Joy, I asked you a question. What do we have here?”

“I’m sorry, sir, apologies for being so rude.” Joy replied. “This baby pussy is Linda, Carol’s friend. She wants to watch you paddle Carol. She promised to give you a blowjob and eat my pussy afterwards if we allow her to watch.”

Linda could not believe her ears. She had promised no such thing. And, she could not believe how quickly Joy had become submissive to Ray.

“No excuse for such behavior,” Ray replied. “On your knees in the punishment corner until I am done here. I will deal with you later.” Upon hearing those words, Joy immediately dropped to her knees, and then crawled over to the punishment corner. She placed her arms behind her heck, and began staring straight into the corner. Obviously, Linda thought, as she watched Joy’s response, this was not the first time that Joy has been reprimanded.

“Is this true?” Ray asked Linda.

“Yes and No,” Linda replied. “Yes, I want to watch my friend get ass beat. And, Yes I am willing to give you a blowjob for the privilege. But, I never offered to eat her pussy.”

“Well, it appears that Joy has more than one punishment coming,” Ray added. “How about your friend. She does not want you to watch her get paddled. What are you willing to do for her? Just how good a friend are you?”

“I really hadn’t thought about her. I just want to watch a good naked spanking.” Linda said.

“OK, here’s the deal,” Ray replied. “If I let you stay, you must promise to give me a blowjob after I am done spanking your friend. And, that includes swallowing my cum. Then, after we are done you will crawl over to your friend, who will be on her knees in the punishment corner, and eat her pussy until she comes on your face. How does that sound? It’s either that, or leave now.”

Linda did not know how to respond. She never saw herself as a lezzy, but she always wondered what it would be like to have sex with another girl. She did not want to lose Carol as a friend. But, just the thought of having oral sex with both a guy and a girl was making her hot.

“Carol is my friend,” Linda replied. “I will agree to your terms if Carol says it’s OK. If not, then I better leave.”

Ray turned to Carol and asked, “Well, Carol, what do you say? Do you want your friend to pleasure you after we are done with your spanking?”

Carol had just seen how submissive Joy had become to Ray, and her curiosity was beginning to take over her will. She was beginning to see that there was something going on here that she never imagined. She even wondered what her mother knew about Ray. Her mother had told her that Ray believed in Domestic Discipline, including both spanking and humiliation as part of the punishment. But, she never mentioned how she knew about it. Carol was now beginning to see that there was more to this scene that she had been told. And, her sexual desires were now in overdrive. She actually liked the spanking she received last night. She now knew that when her paddling was done, she probably would be hornier than Hell and would need some relief. Well, she thought, Linda started it. Let’s see if she can finish it, too.

“Whatever you want is OK with me, Uncle Ray,” Carol replied.

“Well, let’s proceed, then,” Ray commented. He then turned to Linda and ordered, “OK, you cocksucking and pussy eating bitch. You can sit over there and watch until I am ready for you.” He then turned to Carol and said, “Let’s begin. Same rules as last night. If you forget to count, thank me, or ask for another that stroke will not count. Let’s begin.”

CRACK!

Carol could not believe the pain. Much more intense than last night.

“Yeowwwww! One. Thank you Uncle Ray. May I have another?”

CRACK!

“OMG!” she yelled. “Two. Thank you Uncle Ray. May I have another?”

And so the fun had begun. Carol was crying before she received 10 strokes with the paddle. Linda was getting wet just watching. But, Joy was the one who really knew the night was going to be fun. Only Joy knew that she and Ray were both Switches who loved to trade sessions. And, later tonight it would be her turn to punish him.

Chapter Three: Shocking Realization

The next day Carol came straight home from school. She wanted to talk with Joy privately before Uncle Ray got home. She was confused about some of her feelings from last night. Once again, she loved her spanking session. Just like the night before, the initial pain from the paddling hurt. The more she was paddled, the more she began to like it. Eventually, she was raising her butt to meet the paddle. The more she received, the wetter her pussy became. Later it only took a few Moments for Linda to get her to cum. And, she loved getting her pussy eaten by her friend. Was she a lezzy?

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The weed was almost tart, and clean, and Gloria wished she could handle it. She was easily addicted to things, and she worked hard not to smoke weed or tobacco. Debbie was more confident.

Debbie had her feet up, and was watching some basketball game on silent.

“Bitch it’s been a minute. How you been?”

“Good. I been good. You?”

“Dibbling and dabbling. Just doing what I gotta do. What took you so long? I thought you got in last night?”

“Well I had to make a stop.”

Debbie raised her eyebrow.

“You get paid?”

“Well I did…my pussy is still sore.”

Debbie burst into hysterical laughter, as did Gloria.

“I meant did you get some money?”

“He wants me to work for him.”

“Makes no kind of sense. All you’re good for is pussy anyhow.”

“Well thanks, friend..”

“You don’t get it. All you actually want is to fuck. You don’t have some deeper goals in this thing. Don’t lead people along. Doesn’t work.”

“So I give him back the money?”

“Detail. Point is you need to know it’s not your plan to clock a 9 to 5.”

“Ok. What do you do for bread?”

“I still get my child support, and I still have that royalty money from the songs I did. And sometimes my friends are friendly.”

“So you don’t stress?”

“I make sure I’m focused on getting money, but sometimes you run out of fucks to give. You would be surprised how little people care about you. You have to do it. Make sure you get yours.”

Debbie took another drag on her joint and stood up. She wore a golden silk sarong, wrapped under her armpits and over her breasts. She was bare footed. She went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, swigged some mouthwash, took off the sarong and sat on the toilet. When she was finished she stepped into the shower.

Looking at her Gloria marveled. Debbie was still the same. Thick mane of red hair, creamy complexion, still clear, tight waist, broad hips, big breasts, broad shoulders, long, jaunty stride. She was free. Or seemed that way. She never complained. But maybe Gloria complained first. Maybe.

Debbie lived by herself, with her son, and in her earlier life she had been an effective songwriter, who had the good fortune to partner with a good man who sorted her out financially. That one decision had given her a degree of freedom which she took advantage of until today. In addition, she was good at keeping work and play separate.

They had both played basketball together in high school, but Debbie was more point guard than a power forward like Gloria. She still maintained that thoughtful approach to life. Still careful, still plotting. Gloria always thought she could handle anything by hammering at it. Not true.

“Do I have to ask?”

Gloria walked over to the shower, and took her clothes off. She closed her eyes as they kissed. Debbie wasn’t as tall as Gloria, but she was a great kisser, and she made it feel like Gloria’s head would explode. It had been a while, and somehow in this volatile world, a familiar tongue and body were sources of peace. It was going to be ok.

For all Debbie’s brio, she was always gentle. Almost maternal, which was funny for the smaller woman. Gloria felt she could really relax. Like Debbie didn’t want anything from her but her affection. That affection was free. Her nipples hardened, and her pussy ached from the earlier ministrations of Tony and Jenny.

After the shower they padded back into Debbie’s room, and lay on the bed, air drying. It was an old habit they had, of admiring each others bodies. Debbie still had a flat stomach, though her ass was a bit thicker than it used to be. Her pussy was waxed, and as she lay on her back Gloria came at her with some lotion, and started gently oiling her feet, then her shins, then her thighs. She opened her legs a crack, and Gloria started to work up, looking at her cleft, which slowly started glistening as Debbie got relaxed.

Debbie pushed her legs all the way open. Her pussy was wine colored and thick, with a growing moisture as Gloria kept rubbing her inner thighs.

“Ahhhh, keep sucking me there. Oh, keep that rough tongue on me. Oh God yes..”

Gloria licked and sucked, lapping away at Debbie’s juices.

“Tell me about your new man.”

“I I I I don’t know why you assume I have a man.”

Gloria reached into the bedside cabinet and pulled out a dark, polished wooden dildo. It was curved and lovingly oiled, with a rounded knob at the front, and a thicker body as one moved down from the front.

She stroked it along Debbie’s left Anadolu Yakası Olgun Escort inner thigh.

“I can tell you have a man, you’ve always loved dick.” She tapped Debbie’s clit with the dildo, first slowly, then faster. Debbie writhed.

“This is torture, I mean… I have friends, I I have friends.” Debbie stuttered. This was the most fun. Trying to have a conversation when you wanted to just do anything other than talk. ” I try to stay in the flow of things, but I’ve…” She trailed off.

Gloria had introduced the knob to Debbie’s pussy. She was slowly working it in and out of the pussy, an inch at a time. Debbie was writhing slowly, stroking her little red nipples. Her breasts were E cups, which on her 36 inch chest was a lot. They were firm but were true to gravity, and were a source of much attention for her. Gloria stroked the knob further inside, now stroking two inches at a time.

“Bitch don’t torture me. Fuck me with that thing!”

Gloria pulled it all the way out. “I’m just wondering what I’m missing out in Chicago. What would you do differently if you were me?”

“Fuck.” Debbie sat up, reaching for the dildo.

“No.” Gloria pushed her back down, and pushed it in again. Stroking her, rubbing its curved knob against the top of Debbie’s vagina. As she touched Debbie’s g spot Debbie froze, halfway sitting up. She lay back down again. Gloria sped up the pace, fucking her with the dildo.

Debbie moaned. She writhed. She sat up and Gloria shoved her down.

“Tell me you’ll never leave me.”

“How could I leave my torturer”

“Say you won’t leave me!” Gloria insisted.

“I will never leave you.” Gloria’s right arm was a blur as she rubbed Debbie’s g spot and then the back of her pussy, two strokes to the g spot and then two strokes deeper. Gloria started to cry.

“Everyone leaves me. They all leave. They all leave. I couldn’t take it if you left.”

“I won’t leave. I love you too much for that.”

Gloria put her hand on Debbie’s pubis, and started to fuck her harder, but with the same speed. Debbie started to tense, and started breathing really heavily.

Gloria didn’t change anything. For twenty minutes, she watched Debbie’s breasts, chest and neck flush, and heard Debbie’s breathing get ragged, and then explode as Debbie bucked and came.

“Urrrrrrrrrrnnnnnghhhhhhhhhh! FuckyoubitchIloveyoutoomuchtoleavefuuuuuuuuuuck!”

Gloria fucked her through the orgasm.

“Don’t touch me I can’t take it” Debbie pulled away and turned over, covering her pussy, lying in the fetal position.

Gloria sighed. “Green tea?”

“No sugar.”

Gloria walked to the kitchen, and put some water in the kettle. She went after some loose leaf green tea, put it in the tea pot, and poured the hot water on it when it boiled. She enjoyed the feeling of warmth in the house, and the feeling of domesticity. She didn’t think she could exclusively sleep with any woman, but Debbie was special, and Debbie actually did like her.

She walked back into the room with the tea. Debbie was sitting up against her headboard in bed, watching tv.

“Thank you. I’ve never had that thing used on me that way.”

“I know I’m professional grade. Hahahaahaha”

They both laughed. But something was different.

“Gloria, we could be happy.”

“I like dick too much.”

“You like change too much. Which is fine. I’m not just talking about the sex. Why can’t you move here. Move in with me. Bring your kid. Let’s be a team.”

“Playing what game?”

“Winning?”

“What do I do with that?”

There was a knock on the door. Then the buzzer went off.

“Expecting visitors?”

“Not specifically. Let’s see.” Debbie pulled on a blue bathrobe, and walked out, tying it as she walked. Her butt reminded Gloria of so many good times as it rolled under the robe.

Debbie looked through the peephole. It was Roger and Mickey.

She let them in.

Roger was Debbie’s landlord. He was from Jamaica, and while very industrious and creative, he was also very chauvinistic, and they could never get along. He also had the ability to stay hard for hours, and a very fat, very long dick along with the prowess and experience to use it. Debbie didn’t fuck him that frequently anymore. He was too controlling.

“How are you love?” They hugged.

“I’m fine. It’s been a while. Were you out of town?”

“Not exactly. I’ve just been working on a couple of things.”

Mickey was Roger’s business partner. He was from Anadolu Yakası Sarışın Escort Ireland, and after 15 years in Chicago he had no intent of going anywhere. He liked Debbie, but also was mindful of Roger’s moods and ways. Tall, cute, and a nice man. He’d played rugby as a youth, and maintained the broad shoulders, tight butt and narrow waist of his playing days. He was always a sight for Debbie’s sore eyes. They just couldn’t look at him too long when Roger was around.

“Hey sweetie. How are you?”

“I’m good.”

She let them both in, and sat them on the sofa facing the TV. She saw them look up at the same time.

“Debbie, you’ve been holding out.”

Gloria had walked into the living room. She hadn’t put on a robe, and both Mickey and Roger were staring.

Gloria stopped in front of them. “Hi. I’m Gloria.”

Roger shook her hand, then Mickey.

“How are we going to make this fair?”

“I think Gloria needs to put some clothes on. Don’t you agree Mickey?”

“I think you and Mickey need to get naked.” Gloria had a look in her eye.

Roger wasted no time. He didn’t like Debbie’s cockiness, but she was hot, her pussy was tight, and her friends were always ready. Like always ready. He had come by with Debbie in mind, but this Gloria girl…he didn’t even like dark skinned girls, and her hair was too short. But the nipples on her…her bush…her height…he was hard already.

Gloria had eyes only for Mickey though. Mickey didn’t take his clothes off. Something about him seemed sincere, like he had respect. Gloria wanted him immediately. She walked over there. “Don’t you want to party?”

“Sweetie I don’t know you.”

“Beer?”

“Sure. Whatever you have.”

Gloria walked to the fridge, and after opening the door spread her legs wide as she bent over to get a couple of beers. She looked through her legs at the couch. Roger was hard as fuck – that thing could wound someone. Mickey just looked at her. She caught his eye.

She walked over with the beers. Gave one to Debbie, one to Roger, one to Mickey and then held on to one. She sat on Mickey’s lap. “Do you mind?”

“Thanks for the beer. It’s fine.”

He wasn’t dead or gay. She felt a thick print through his pants as she sat in his lap. Next to her Debbie was on her knees licking Roger’s weapon. It was impressive. He looked at Debbie, and started moaning as she worshipped it.

“So Mickey, I want to know you. I’m a nun, so you know what that means.”

“You aren’t a gaddem nun.” It wasn’t even the nakedness, it was the beer.

“Well tell me what I am then.”

His eyes were hazel, and he had short brown hair. He was pale, and he stared into Gloria’s eyes.

“I think you want to be loved. You want to be liked. And you never get enough to eat. “

Gloria looked back at him. “Who says I want to be loved?”

“You’re sitting in a strange man’s lap, but you brought him a beer… and you brought everyone a beer…you’re actually a giver, though I wonder if you give too much.”

“Why do you say that?”

“You just don’t seem clear on what you want. Do you want me to fuck you? Really? Why?”

Gloria reeled. She was being read by this random dude. It didn’t feel good, but he seemed genuine.

“You’re cute. You’re Debbie’s friend. I’m horny. “

“Well I think Roger would happily fuck you.”

Roger was harder than wood, enthusiastically shoving his cock into Debbie’s throat while playing with her breasts. Debbie was doing her best to swallow him. Roger nodded. “Anytime. Anytime.”

Mickey stroked Gloria’s back as he spoke to her, from her neck to her mid back to her lower back. She stretched like a huge cat, which pushed her breasts in front of Mickey. He stroked her left breast as he spoke to her. Her nipple hardened, and she started to leak. Mickey touched the bead of milk and licked it off his finger. He leaned forwards and started sucking her nipple. She leaned down and gripped his cock through his jeans.

“Off.”

“In the future you just have to say you have milk. That would work for me anytime. Debbie, always tell me when you have friends with milk!” Mickey’s smile grew, and he pulled off his pants. He wore no underwear. He removed his shirt, and led Gloria to the bedroom.

Gloria had seen larger cocks, and had felt harder ones. But Mickey fit. Like a key. And each stroke seemed to open something in her. She was on her knees, and could feel his palms around her breasts. Kneading, stroking, pulling her nipples. She Anadolu Yakası Şişman Escort was engorged, and was spraying milk everywhere. He fucked her. Deep. Hard. One stroke, one pace, but a good pace. It wasn’t too much cock, and wasn’t painful. It was sweet. It was good. It was hard. He kept talking to her. Asking questions. She couldn’t answer. She closed her eyes. She fucked him back. Her breasts ached. He was fucking her doubts away. She needed to know him more.

Gloria groaned. Her pussy was fully of Mickey, and after Debbie and Roger finished Roger walked into the bedroom, and stood in front of her with that thing of his. She grabbed it and started sucking it. He tasted of Debbie. She sucked it hard, and it rose, getting to full steam in a few minutes. It was delicious. Mickey sped up his strokes behind her, and she seized Roger’s balls and weighted them gently as she sucked him. He was silent, but she heard him breathe. Her breasts were sore. She could see Debbie lying on the couch, smoking another joint. She could smell the sweat from Roger’s balls. It was making her wild. This much sensation, she could barely think. Mickey pulled her hair, grabbing a big fist of it. She gagged with surprise. He fucked her even deeper. Roger started thrusting his weapon into her throat. She pushed back. She sucked the first half of him. Slowly, and with extreme pressure. She could feel him tense and inhale. She kept up the pressure and brace. She felt the first blast hit her throat. Then the second, and the next seven. Each time she swallowed, licking his cock’s eye and sucking the last drops out. It was delicious. Roger groaned. He backed up, looking her in the eye. “You…” He abruptly turned and walked over the Debbie, grabbing what was left of her joint.

Mickey was working her pussy into submission. She backed into him. He put his hands around her throat from the back, and sped up his thrusting, fucking that spot at the back of her vagina. At the bottom of her cervix. She inhaled sharply. He was in complete control. Eyes closed, her head began to boil. She could feel it. She tensed. She inhaled.

“Urnggggggggggghhhhh” She started squirting. She pulled away from him. He grabbed her shoulders and fucked her. He kept that hard pace as she soaked his groin, his cock, the bed.

Mickey loved it. Her milk, her breasts, her bush, her tightness, her hunger. He loved it. He just wasn’t sure what it was about. Was she just a hustler, or was she just in the wrong place? He couldn’t call it. It felt like his cock was being gripped. Her pussy rippled as he fucked her, and he felt he was getting harder and harder. Then she squirted, and the clenching was even harder. This pussy was incredible. Gloria was going to see a lot of him. He could feel his loins tense. He inhaled slowly. He sped up his thrusts, focusing on that spot. Then his sperm came. He flooded her. He couldn’t stop.

He collapsed on to her, kissing her neck. She turned over and embraced him. They were wrapped up in each other and fell asleep.

It was a short nap. Mickey woke to Gloria sucking his cock. He could get used to this. She took him all in her mouth, and sucked with a steady hard pressure.

Her phone rang. She ignored it but the ringing continued.

“Hello”

“Gloria its David” David was her parole officer.

“Hi David! What’s good?”

“Gloria you’re not in Detroit. You got arrested. You didn’t call me.”

“I though Henry was going to call you.”

“He’s not you. You violated the terms of your parole. I should get a warrant out on you.”

“I’m sorry. I came to Chicago. I need to get a job.”

“You always needed a job but you like taking short cuts. Any news on the job?”

“I have a couple of leads…”

“Listen. If you get something that makes sense I can push the police to drop the charges, but for real. Get this sorted out.”

“Thanks David”

“Who was that?” Mickey was suddenly very serious.

“I guess I’m really not a nun.”

“I didn’t know you were an ex-con…”

“What did you know about me?” Gloria was losing patience.

She didn’t want a lecture.

“You are cute. You know how to fuck, and you know how to suck. I guess you had to learn that somewhere.”

She slapped Mickey. Hard.

“I didn’t deserve that, Gloria.”

“Neither did I. Don’t fucking show up here and judge me.”

“You’re right. I did judge. Are you serious about needing a job?

Are you close?”

“The fuck do you care?”

“I do. I don’t want you getting locked up when I’m just liking you.”

She liked Mickey, but she just met him.

“I need a job. I need one. But it has to stand up. It has to be real.”

“I’ll think about something.”

“Sure you will.” She didn’t expect anything from him. She stroked his soft cock, and watched it harden. She went back to sucking it. There was no need going on about bad news.

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We had booked a private villa near Chaweng, as we wanted to be near the nightlife as well as have our own private space. The villa came with restricted maid and cook service. The maid coming in to clean the villa for a couple of hours while the cook came in at 11 a.m. and again at 5.30 p.m. We were pretty much left to ourselves for the rest of the time. I had rented a Suzuki jeep to get around the island in case we needed to go anywhere.

We drove into Nathon to stock up for groceries, beer and other essentials. We were just about getting into our vehicle a young Thai man handed us a flyer. As our hands were full with plastic grocery bags we just stuffed it into one of the bags and drove off.

On reaching the villa we unpacked the groceries and out fell the flyer. It was for visiting massages at your home or hotel, the list included regular Thai, sensual and couple massages among others, a local number was listed for booking the massages.

“What exactly is a couple massage, I mean does a couple massage you or do we get massaged together,” inquired Priya.

“Well it’s like this, we get massaged together by a couple. A male would massage you and a female would do me,” I replied.

“Hmmm interesting don’t you think. Would these be nude massages?” she said.

“Yes,” I nodded, “Do you want to try one.”

“I’m very tempted,” she said. “We are in a totally secluded place and I have no qualms about being nude and massaged by strangers, it’s not like we’ll ever see them again.”

I made the call and spoke to the lady at the other end of the line, somehow I managed to book a couple massage as I struggled to understand her heavily accented English. We negotiated rates 1800 baht each for an hour, 200 baht transportation and an extra 500 baht per additional hour. She gave us physical descriptions of the masseur’s available; I gave my preferences opting for young and reasonably attractive candidates (going by the description given by her). I was further informed of a cancellation fee of 500 baht in case we did not approve of our choices. I gave her my address and was promised that we would be enjoying our massages within an hour.

It was close to 1 pm. we sat down and ate a quick lunch after it heating in the microwave. We changed into our swimsuits, I put on a pair of lounging shorts and Priya put on a rather daringly cut string bikini. Grabbing towels and beers we walked towards the lawn to sit on the loungers by the small plunge pool and outdoor Jacuzzi. We had barely finished our beers when the doorbell rang. Walking thru the house I opened the door to find an attractive Thai couple standing there next to a parked moped. They barely looked to be 18, but then Thai’s generally look younger.

“I’m Jim,” said the man, “From Delight massage I believe you ordered for couple massage.”

“Ah yes, please come in,” I said as I led them thru the living room into the lawn. They were both quite slim, Jim was around 5’5 and Nan who had introduced herself was around 5’3.

“How much time for massage?” inquired Jim?

“I think we’ll take a couple of hours at least, what say you sweetheart,” said Priya as she checked Jim out.

Agreeing with her I went inside the house to get the money and some more beers. I returned to find that Priya had already begun her massage. Jim had stripped down to a pair of shorts and was rubbing Priya’s back with oil as she lay on the lounger. He was extremely skinny with not an ounce of fat on his almost hairless body.

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I handed over the money to Nan. She placed it in a small bag they had brought with them. Everybody took my offer of cold beer and I sat back with Nan on a lounger.

Stripping off my shorts I lay down on the lounger. “Feel free to start your massage whenever and wherever you want to,” I grinned.

Nan went wide-eyed as she laid her eyes on my dick.

“So big,” she gasped holding her palms apart. She stared at my very thick uncut semi hard 7.5 incher. Jim too turned to have a look and spoke to Nan in Thai, they both grinned.

Nan turned me over and commenced massaging my back and shoulders. She passed complimentary remarks on the muscle tone of my shoulders and upper back. After about 15 minutes of a regular massage she turned me over and rubbed oil into my hairy chest.

“Can I take your top off?” I asked Nan. She nodded demurely; reaching up I undid her bikini top exposing her small breasts. Her tiny breasts were probably an A cup. She playfully smacked my hand as I rubbed and pinched her small dark nipples.

“Hey no fair,” said Priya as she saw me playing around with Nan. Reaching back she undid her bikini top and guided Jim’s hands to her firm breasts motioning him to massage her breasts. He obliged willingly, eagerly rubbing oil into her chest mounds.

Priya got even more adventurous as she started rubbing Jim’s crotch thru the material of his shorts. He now had an obvious erection and his dick made a small tent within the confines of his shorts. Struggling with Jim’s shorts Priya finally managed to pull the shorts around his knees and expose his erect cock.

He stood less than 5 inches fully erect. His penis was rather thin, like a small-circumcised frankfurter. He let Priya play with his dick and made no move to stop her as she milked him and rubbed his dick against her breasts.

Nan by now had reached my crotch and massaged me to a full erection. She had to use both her hands to caress my cock, as her hand would not close around my thickness.

“Stop Nan, I’m getting horny,” I said as I rose from my lounger and stepped across to Priya and Jim.

Undoing Priya’s bikini bottom I thrust into her shaved pussy with my oil covered cock. Her eyes bulged at my sudden entry and she held onto Jim’s dick as I pounded her. I fucked her hard for a good 20 minutes before I pumped my sterile sperm (courtesy my vasectomy) into her orgasming pussy.

Our respective masseurs had continued massaging our bodies even as we fucked hard in front of them. Jim had continued massaging Priya kneading her breasts and legs while Nan took the opportunity to explore my back and balls.

I rolled off Priya and walked to the outdoor shower to wash my dripping cock. Nan and Jim both accompanied me as I stood under the shower. I let them both wash my dick and balls and felt Jim’s hard dick prodding me as he stood next to me in the shower. I grinned and squeezed his erect cock, which was only slightly thicker than my thumb. His dick could be hidden in my palm and nobody would be able to tell. Jim and Nan both pumped my cock a few times and once again I was standing at full attention.

“So Nan, you want to fuck me?” I asked.

“Very big cock,” she said her eyes displaying apprehension “But I’ll try”.

I asked Jim for a condom and somehow managed to unroll it over my thick sausage. Both Priya and Jim watched as I licked and played with Nan’s pussy to make it wet enough to facilitate my entrance. I smeared my index finger with oil and shoved it within the depth of her vagina. I wanted her well lubed to take my cock.

I rubbed my cock head against her pussy lips and slowly pushed my thick head into her vagina. She wailed as my thickness started penetrated her. Her vagina clamped tight around my cock. She shut her eyes and moaned loudly, thrashing wildly under me, her pussy unused to a penis Anadolu Yakası Eve Gelen Escort of this size. Inch by inch I fed my thick cock into her until finally my balls were resting on her butt cheeks. Only then did she open her eyes gazing at me triumphantly, having taken my entire offering into her tight love channel.

I lay still letting her pussy get used to me and letting her vaginal walls generate juices to facilitate any motion. I fucked Nan gently as Jim massaged my cum filled balls and Priya licked Nan’s nipples. She scratched my back and bucked hard against me, her tiny body thrashing under me as she squirmed in the throes of her orgasm. I stopped for a few seconds to let her recover and began pounding her harder. She moaned continuously as I pounded her tiny vaginal opening. I thrust hard until I felt the pressure building in my balls I released my sperm into the condom.

Withdrawing from Nan’s tight love hole I went back under the shower to wash off again.

“Come on Jim, enter me now,” commanded Priya, as she led him to her lounger.

Jim obliged her by rolling on a condom and mounting Priya. His condom cloaked cock slipped easily into the sopping mess I had made earlier in Priya’s pussy. He punched away hard and fast determined to make up for his lack of size.

“It’s just not happening, I can barely feel anything,” complained Priya, as she motioned for him to stop. Jim withdrew his small cock and looked positively dejected.

“Why don’t you do my butt Jim? Just oil it a bit first,” Priya said as she turned over doggie style and offered her virginal arsehole to him.

We had tried anal sex on more than one occasion but I was just too thick for Priya. She had sobbed with pain when I had just put the tip of my dick into her arsehole. But here she had the right candidate for her rear ended pleasure. Jim pushed an oil-smeared finger into her anal channel and placed his condom-covered cock against her arsehole. He pushed gently, aided by the lubrication of Priya’s vaginal juices on his cock. Slowly but surely his erection slid into her virginal arsehole.

As Jim fucked her rear Nan and I moved over and played with Priya’s oiled breasts and unattended clitoris. Jim pounded away hard his cock slipping easily in and out of Priya’s butt. Priya looked to be enjoying Jim’s anal fuck and did not appear to be in any pain or discomfort.

After a short while of thrusting his hips hard Jim squealed as his cock convulsed in Priya’s anal channel emptying his tiny balls into her. As he withdrew we turned Priya over and I pushed Nan’s tiny mouth to Priya’s pussy while I played with her clit. Jim latched onto a nipple his covered dick still standing at attention. She couldn’t handle so much of stimulation and climaxed very quickly. Nan most efficiently lapped up her vaginal juices.

We walked over to the open air shower to wash off our oily and cum stained bodies. Priya and I washed Jim and Nan in turn. I had no hesitation in soaping Jim’s crotch and arsehole. I finger fucked his arsehole with my soapy fingers and jerked and washed his still erect cock while Priya soaped his squirming torso. We did the same to Nan and once again I explored her arsehole with my fingers while Priya shoved a couple of fingers up her pussy.

Nan and Jim made sure to return the favour as they both took turns exploring my arsehole with their fingers. Jim went a step further as he slathered his tongue all over my cock and balls before finding his way into my arsehole. I went weak kneed as his tongue penetrated my tight butt hole. They then washed me thoroughly and then started on Priya.

After having washed the oil off her body Nan attached her lips to Priya’s clit while Jim probed her anus. Both Jim and Nan refused to let up on Priya and continued their oral ministrations until they were rewarded with Priya’s love juices flowing out of her orgasming pussy.

We now turned on the Jacuzzi and squeezed in to relax, Nan sat on my lap while Priya had Jim on hers. We both played with our respective partners. Priya busied herself with Jim’s Anadolu Yakası Evi Olan Escort cock, treating it like her personal toy. She stood him at the edge of the Jacuzzi tub and wrapped her lips around his fully erect cock while finger fucking his arsehole. She managed to take his entire length within the confines of her mouth. Priya gestured to Nan to join her in sucking Jim’s cock; Nan immediately leaned over and washed Jim’s ballsac with her tongue.

“I want to watch you fuck Nan,” said Priya releasing Jim’s erect cock from her mouth.

We got out of the Jacuzzi and settling on the loungers watched as Jim ate Nan’s nearly hairless pussy. I shoved a finger into her warm wet vagina and finger fucked her as Priya helped Jim slip on a condom. She then guided his erection into Nan’s pussy, moving my finger out of the way. Jim’s erect cock slipped in quite easily into Nan’s overstretched pussy.

I stood by as Jim bucked hard against Nan. Moving across I proffered my dick to Nan’s lips even as Jim rode her vigorously. Opening her mouth wide she barely managed to fit the uncircumcised head into her tiny mouth.

Jim fucked hard making up for his lack of size by the sheer vigour of his movements. His rapid thrusts were further enflamed by my wife’s lips and hands on his body. He squealed as Priya stuck a manicured finger into his arsehole, and finger fucked him in rhythm with his strokes with Nan. The double stimulation proved too much for him as he climaxed almost immediately, his softening dick falling from Nan’s dripping pussy as he fell back on his haunches now obviously spent.

Nan moaned in despair as she thrust her hips upwards hoping to find a hard cock for her dripping pussy. Priya pushed Jim aside and latched on hungrily to Nan’s hungry pussy, lapping away and licking her little nub. Nan squirmed and rubbed my dick over her torso enjoying the feel of my hard wet sausage against her breasts.

I asked Jim to join in the fun and as he latched onto Nan’s nipple. Grabbing the back of his head I guided my exposed cock head into his wet mouth. He was able to take more of my cock than Nan had been able to. I face fucked him my balls resting on Nan’s tiny tit. He gagged and struggled to get away as I thrust harder into his warm mouth. But I held his head tight and kept fucking his mouth, till I felt the cum rising in my balls once again.

Just as I was about to ejaculate I pulled my cock out of his mouth and sprayed my come over Nan’s breasts and Jim’s chin.

Jim held my cock and used it to rub my ejaculated fluid onto Nan’s torso. Priya was still licking Nan’s inflamed nub and now inserted her thumb into Nan’s wet pussy. I reached out and twisted Nan’s come lubricated nipples as Priya kept feasting on the young Thai girls pussy.

Nan didn’t last too long after that. Her young body thrashed against my wife’s lips as she reached a satisfying climax.

Finally we lay back spent, our sexual desires sated for now. Priya and I went into the kitchen to get some refreshments. We returned with juice, beer and some cookies. Nan opted for juice and cookies while the rest of us drank beer.

Refreshments done we walked in together to the master bedroom to shower and clean our bodies of now dried sexual fluids. Priya was taken in first by Nan and Jim and thoroughly washed under the hot flowing water. Jim led her out and helped dry her dripping wet body. Nan beckoned to me and I stepped into the shower letting her clean my body of my dried secretions. My dick started inflating again as she ran her soapy hands over the exposed head. Jim too joined in and wasted no time in attacking my arsehole and butt. My dick became semi hard but I could not achieve a full erection. I was too spent for now to have another sexual session.

I stepped out from the shower as Jim and Nan washed their naked bodies. I watched as they hungrily ran their hands over each other, not bothering to join them. I was totally sated for now and not eager to participate in more sexual games.

We paid Nan and Jim for the extra hours that they had spent with us and tipped them handsomely. They thanked us profusely stating that this was one of the best afternoon’s they had spent, and although some amount sexual activities were included with the massage they really put themselves into it as they had thoroughly enjoyed bedding both Priya and me. Finally we kissed them both goodbye and got our still nude bodies into bed to take some well-deserved rest.

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Nina and I arrived on an AEROFLOT Tu-214 Friday at 6:38 PM Pacific Daylight Savings Time. After almost 12 hours on a plane it was wonderful to park my ass on a cushion that wasn’t careening through the skies at 600 miles per hour and bouncing with every pocket of turbulence. When I unlocked the door to our room at the St. Max Hotel, one of San Francisco’s finest, I sprinted to the bathroom in order to stake first claim on the shower.

The hot water dancing across my flesh sent minor shock waves throughout my body, and tingled to the deepest recesses between my legs. Nothing feels quite as good as the stiff spray of hot American water slapping at my body, especially when I could enjoy it at length. The water stinging my nipples caused me to suck in a sharp breath before I was able to relax and let the spray punish my wrinkled aureoles. I yanked the shower head out of the holster, spun the “Spray” ring to “Pulsate” and aimed it quickly at the wispy thin patch of dark hair that lay flat at the entrance to the “fun parts” of my body. The rhythm of the steaming jets pointing directly between my legs launched a shiver up my spine. A delicious pressure in my stomach twisted my insides little by little until I stood panting with one hand wrapped around the shower fixture so I wouldn’t collapse.

******

Oops, I’m sorry. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Karin Alena Kryckov, or as my first American boyfriend named me, Crybaby: after that film with Johnny Depp. I was born in the Ukraine and, while my father is a Russian diplomat and my mother British, I’ve grown up mainly between Kiev and Maryland, because of dad’s position at the Russian consulate in DC. I graduated from high school just south of Baltimore.

Let me describe myself: I just turned 19, I’m 5 foot 6, about 105 pounds, slim hipped, fair complexion with shoulder length dark hair, bangs in front, green eyes, round, 32C cup, even teats, and my nips are very pink and they point up slightly, in the direction I’m walking. My wool, as they call in England or pubes in America, are dark but I don’t have much hair anyplace except my head. Guys always tell me I’m very pretty, but guys will say anything to get their hand into a girl’s pants. Guys are the same everywhere I guess, well, everywhere I’ve been. So why do I feel like I’m part of the homecoming queen’s court? Because all my female friends are “goddess type” gorgeous, built like minks, and would fuck a guy into next week just to kill the afternoon.

Nina is the best looking of my girlfriends. Her mother was a Korean fashion model and her father was a Russian hockey player so to say she is athletic and beautiful is like saying Siberia is chilly in winter. The best thing about Nina is that she treats me like a princess between the sheets… a naughty princess. Nina is the Bruce Lee of mattress martial arts. And I am her willing apprentice.

******

I sucked in my lower lip as the spray nipped at my clitoris urging me closer to pure physical joy. My eyes were screwed shut and my knees began to tremble until I heard Nina bang on the door.

“Come on, you lil tramp! It’s my turn,” she shouted through the locked door in her lilting Russian accent.

I felt the pleasure I had built up slip away quickly when she rattled the doorknob loudly. Damn it! I was so close.

Toweling off, I let the fluffy terry cloth dig deep between my pussy lips. A sticky clear fluid lingered after my aborted courtship with the shower nozzle. I began scrubbing at myself vigorously until I was interrupted by Nina, once again, banging on the door.

Did she know when my body was responding to manual stimulation and decide that was the best time to disturb me?

“Oh…” the words caught in my throat as I tried to cover my embarrassment at being caught in the throes of self-stimulation, twice.

“Ahem, okay, okay. I’m almost done. Jesus…” I finished drying myself and unlocked the door.?? Nina brushed past me into the steam-filled bathroom.

“Whattu doin’ in here, jerkin’ off?” She tossed the comment over her shoulder as she leaned into the shower to turn it on full blast.

I shook my head. “Girls don’t jerk off; they jerk in.” Nina didn’t understand the subtleties of American English as well as I did. She didn’t even bother to turn her head at my comment.

“Yeah, go jerk outta here,” she barked as she slid her stretch pants down her slim legs to her knees and plopped her butt onto the toilet seat. With a frustrated sigh I turned and wandered into the bedroom wearing only a towel while Nina kicked the door shut behind me.

Nina was a great friend but she could be a pain occasionally. At times, it seemed Nina’s friends existed merely to attend to her sexual whims. Not that her carnal desires were at odds with mine, in fact, she had a crazy, but delightful, fascination with making people achieve monumental orgasms. A scrapbook on her coffee table was filled with photos of her friend’s faces at that moment of maximum sexual Anadolu Yakası Öğrenci Escort gratification. Whether the person was caught at the peak of sexual congress or self-flagulation, Nina always found a way to satisfy her deep-seated wont to catalog each person’s grotesque orgasm mask. It was a fascinating book really but I was a little uncomfortable when she offered to make copies for my father.

Dejectedly, I sat down on the edge of the bed and slid my palm over the slick satin material of the comforter. It felt like running water in my hand and I felt a familiar tingle between my thighs. Falling backwards onto the bed I let my fingers tiptoe to the dark stripe of hair that stood guard at the entrance to my sex. My fingers burrowed through the wispy jungle in search of my frustrated pussy. A stickiness held the lips of my sex shut briefly before yielding to my anxious finger. After my lips peeled apart slowly I tapped the moist center of my slit letting my lust slowly carry me aloft.

“Mmmm.” I sighed and moaned at the same time as my middle finger slipped deeper inside me until my palm rested firmly against my mons. It felt wonderful to stroke my G-spot while the fleshy part of my hand mauled the nub of my clitoris. I was going up the ramp of pleasure faster this time than the previous two attempts.

I have become a connoisseur of orgasms. A good clitoral orgasm should start growing in a woman’s lower back, right where I have two little dimples, just above the ass cheeks. Vaginal comes are much different.

My head began to swim with delight so I chose to ignore the knock at the hotel room door. With the second knock, my mind quickly returned to earth but I froze in hope that the person so rude as to interrupt my self-abuse would go away. They didn’t. The door swung open wide. Peering up, I saw framed between my knees, a handsome young man wearing a hotel uniform.

His glance fell between my wide spread thighs and I began to thrash around on the bed like a shark in a mud puddle trying to cover my naked body, hoping he wouldn’t ask me how I got half of my hand stuck inside my vagina. His face flushed crimson and he tried to look as if he hadn’t noticed I was giving myself a gynecological exam when he burst in.

“Um, I’m sorry… I was looking for Nina,” he stammered.

“Yeah,” I mumbled. “You got the right room.” Just the wrong time, I thought.

“I’ll come back… um…” Easing himself back out the open door he was clearly disturbed, more so than me, it seemed.

Nina yanked the bathroom door open a crack and stuck her pouty lips out.

“Is dat da concierge?” she snapped through the stream that billowed out the opening.

“Yes ma’am,” he shouted back.

“Wait! Be right out.” She slammed the door shut leaving me to lounge in front of this man, while I wore nothing but a white towel and a red face.

He dropped his gaze towards the floor and poked his toe at the nap of the carpet.

“So, you’re from Russia?” he queried without looking directly at me.

I noticed my pubic hair peeking out from the bottom of the towel.

“Um, yeah, sorta,” I blurted out as I yanked the towel down to cover my still smoldering pussy. My gentle tug uncovered one breast. I was not having a good day.

Now, the young man turned his attention to the ceiling, searching for some relief from our embarrassing situation.

“Uh huh, that’s um…” He stammered as he stood counting the pieces of crystal in the room’s main light just as Nina crashed through the bathroom door wearing a bulky white robe courtesy of the hotel.

“Jesus! Whattu doin’ out here, Cry?” Nina snapped as she glared at me suspiciously. I closed my eyes, pasted a weak smile on my lips, slid off the bed, and sidled into the bathroom to pout in solitude.

Once I got inside the steamy bathroom and slammed the door shut I realized my suitcase was in the other room. With my palms holding the edge of the sink I stared at the face coming into focus in the mirror as the dampness retreated off the glass towards the roaring vent. I didn’t dare touch any “fun parts” of my body for fear that would somehow signal Nina to come searching for me, pounding on doors savagely while she shrieked some vague warning about a three-alarm blaze in the waste basket.

After several minutes I took a deep breath and readied myself for another session of peek-a-boo with the young man from the front desk. I swung the door open quickly hoping he might not notice the dark-haired girl wearing a towel, that didn’t cover all of her womanly charms, struggling with an oversized suitcase.

There on the bed, was Nina kissing the guy with the gold braid on his hotel jacket. Shit! Now I would have to spend the next ninety minutes in the bathroom while Nina corrupted the morals of some unsuspecting comrade worker. I moved as quietly as I could clutching at my too small towel but quickly realized the pair was more interested Anadolu Yakası Çıtır Escort in their carnal calisthenics. The man turned his face slightly and smiled at me with a sweet face that stopped me dead in my tracks.

“Sorry, I interrupted you earlier. If I’d known what Nina wanted I would’ve made you more comfortable.”

“That’s okay,” I replied, trying to act casual about getting caught in the act of masturbation in a foreign city by a complete stranger. Did I tell him that was an old Russian custom? No. Instead I opted to throw my hands up and shrug thus allowing my towel to drop several inches. Quickly, I snatched it back up to cover my exposed breasts. He smiled at that. Damn, he was cute!

“That’s a hand towel.” He snickered.

“Sure, I knew that,” I blurted out, while inside I cursed the genetic defect that turned me into an idiot every time I was in the presence of a cute guy.

“Cry, take off da towel an’ come here,” Nina ordered with sex dripping from each syllable. The young man extended his open hand towards me as I approached the bed.

“Blaire,” he piped up.

I shook my head, unsure of what he meant.

“My name. It’s Blaire.”

Now, I shook my head to acknowledge his introduction while the rest of my body stood frozen, held fast in some kind of “retard ray-beam.” Maybe it was Blaire’s other hand under Nina’s robe massaging her bum or Blaire’s sweet grin that made my mind go defective but I couldn’t seem to jump start it again.

“Dat’s Karin. Ever’body call her Crybaby,” Nina said as she mashed Blaire’s face back into her terry cloth covered breasts.

“Hi, Crybaby,” came a muffled reply from Nina’s ample bosom. Nina looked at me and flipped her head as a signal for me to join in. I felt my eyes grew wide at her request and I mouthed the words, “I want him,” even though I was still reeling from the effects of my imbecile episode.

“Come. Him for boat of us,” she remarked glibly. The head pressed between her breasts nodded agreement from deep inside her titty sandwich. I couldn’t help myself. A giggle slipped out and I dropped my towel so I could grab a handful of Blaire’s behind. It was firm and Nina winked at me to say, “Not a bad hunk of man-flesh, after only a couple of hours in a foreign country, huh?”

I grabbed his arm and jerked him towards me to test the extent of our “shared” boy-toy. His tussled hair made him look even more cute.

Nina sat up against the headboard and barked orders at Blaire.

“Strip, lil man. I wantchu new-born nekid.” She had a nasty growl in her voice that I had never heard before but I had never been around her when she was using a concierge from a four-star hotel in San Francisco as a sexual appliance before. “Using” was the right word, too. This poor guy would never know what hit him, I guarantee it. Nina was an animal between the sheets. A wild animal. She and I had been together numerous times and she always wore me out.

Blaire peeled off his clothes quickly and then stood naked beside the bed. His cock was nice sized, not too big nor too small. It pointed straight away from his slim stomach at half mast. Nina tugged me to the bedside and massaged my shoulders to give me encouragement while she whispered instructions into my ear.

“Okay, Crybaby. Here we go. I wantchu to sock this guy’s dick, off his’a body.” She giggled as she finished. I smacked my lips but wasn’t sure I could do exactly what she asked. Nina knew I didn’t have much experience giving blow jobs so she started her “oral basic training” by giving me an instructional pep talk in an art she was well-versed.

“Sock in easy, den get com-fort-able wit it in jour mout. Den we go to da next step.” She spoke softly into my ear before she glared directly at Blaire, narrowed her eyes, and snarled through her clenched teeth, “You… just standt der and don’t you dare come.” This last part sounded more like a threat than anything else. Regardless of the intent, Blaire nodded enthusiastically. He may not have been “in heaven” but he could have jismed on it from where he stood.

I swallowed hard and knelt down so my face was even with his cock. It pointed straight at me and I opened my mouth wide enough to encircle his glans. He had a nice smooth cock without that “angry look” that some men had: you know, that mean looking red head that’s kind of scary. This one looked like a friend. A good friend. I giggled again as tightened my lips around the head of it. When I glanced up I saw Blaire’s head fall back onto his shoulders, his face pointing back at the chandelier, again. Men are so easy.

*****

Suddenly, I was revisiting my introduction to the erect penis. It was the Saturday before All Saint’s Eve last year, and all I could think about was that line from an Elvis Costello song: “she thought that I knew and I thought that she.” My boyfriend squirted three times but I still wasn’t contented. I think he would’ve shot three Anadolu Yakası Elit Escort more times to try and please me. He was sweet and beautiful. If he had had a triple digit I.Q. I would have stayed with him for a whole week. Instead I ended up at Nina’s door, red-faced begging her to paddle my bum and call me names. I like that stuff, too.

I guess I should be embarrassed by my sexual triflings, but my mum taught me one important thing about sex: Never apologize, lay blame, instead. So, my upbringing must have taught me to worship at the alter of a girl like Nina, who would spank my bottom briskly and tell me I was unworthy of her attention.

During our sessions I always ended up in tears slapping my tongue between her thighs until she would squeal with delight. Then she would bang that big black dildo of hers inside me, beating my cervix with it like it owed her money. Afterwards, I would usually lay on her bed sobbing and offering her my complete devotion. Nina, of course, would furrow her brow and tell me our sex was “just for fun.” She held no pretense about her inability to stay loyal to one person any longer than it took for her to come and snap a couple of photos. And I’ve been friends with her longer than anybody.

*****

Blaire’s erection fit nicely in my mouth and with Nina’s coaching I felt like I was getting the hang of this.

“Now, dis time let ’em bump into…um da back of jour t’roat but breathe t’rough jour nose so jou won gag.” Nina’s breath on my neck was almost as exciting as having Blaire’s weiner dog sliding along my lips. Concentrating on breathing through my nose I was able to let this cutie bounce his dick off my tonsils like a professional. I liked this act and was ready for the next scene.

I swallowed hard and asked with a slurp, “Okay, what’s my next task?” Nina smiled at me with that wide mouth of hers and pulled my face to hers with her hand wrapped around the back of my neck. A stiff tongue split my lips apart and dug deep inside my mouth in search of mine. When they met, a wrestling contest followed to rival any WWE grudge match. I moaned in excitement as her pink wet flesh slapped playfully at my tongue. God, that girl can kiss!

“Can I have some too? Can I, can I?” Blaire sounded like an anxious little boy and Nina giggled at his request. Her smile faded into a smoldering leer.

“Crybaby need jour tongue to make her feel like voman.” Nina lingered on every syllable and Blaire fell to the floor, his tongue pointing upward like a geyser of flesh. “Jou may suit her needs nicely, lil’ man.”

Blaire made some silly sounds that resembled words, but with his tongue fully extended, came out more like a Islamic call to worship… and I was ready to pray. I almost collapsed, pussy first, on to this cute guy’s tempting tongue. It danced in the air like one of those cobras that Indian snake charmers coax out of a basket. It slipped between my increasingly sticky lips and went hunting for my clit. Nina knew when Blaire’s tongue cornered its prey because my entire body shivered and I tried to say something like, “This might be a fascinated exchange of cultural ideologies on international sexual gratification between comrade workers.” But it came out more like, “Oh, shee… moof, geesh gah!”

The next thing I knew, Nina had her sweet pussy inches from my face and she was ordering me to “please” her like the “unwort’y insect” that I was. I devoured her sexual offered. Like a starving trout after a cricket, I tried to consume this woman starting with her slippery puss.

I was weeping, laughing, licking, rocking my hips, squealing, healing… I was, in fact, doing everything but singing Psalms (I can never remember the words when someone is soundly cuffing my clit with their tongue). I may have been happier in my life, but I couldn’t remember when. Pleasing, Nina has always filled me with delight and Blaire was enthusiastically pursuing his oral duties.

Nina looks very different from me. She is 24 years old, 5 foot 9, 135 pounds with large round 36 D breasts. Her nipples kind of point to either side and her aureoles are very big ovals and, I must admit, quite tasty. They taste kind of like candy you might find in your pants’ pocket after a couple of weeks. She has comfy hips, wider than mine, her hair is dyed a new color every time I see her and she shaves everything. I mean everything. I tried that once and first few day days were wonderful but when it started to grow back it felt like I was sitting on porcupine. Her stomach is flat as a washboard, while my tummy has a little swell that starts just above my bellybutton and ends right… well, you know where.

Nina is slightly sloe-eyed with full rich lips. The first time I kissed those sweet dark lips I thought I would faint. A gentle suction pulled my bottom lip inside her mouth and I swore, then and there, she could use me like cheap perfume, as much as she wanted and where-ever she wanted. She is so beautiful, I have seen men walk into trees staring at her.

Now Nina wanted to try something different with her two play things.

“Up on jour feet, boat of jou,” she barked out. Blaire and I jumped to our feet as ordered. Patting the bed, Nina invited Blaire to sit next to her while I was left alone and naked as the day I was born in front of the the pair.

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Gigi was the type of women men wanted to be with and women wanted to be like. Her energy would either draw people to her or intimidate those who couldn’t handle it. Standing at 5’10”, she had sizable DD breast, a small waist, a muscular yet curvy physique, and chocolate candy coated skin, she was irresistible.

She rushed into the hotel lobby wearing stiletto heels, a skin tight sweater dress, and a large shoulder bag. Her flight was delayed and her luggage would be arriving later that night. She was in Chicago for a conference and had a speaking engagement the very next morning. She’s flown enough to carry an emergency bag with toiletries, makeup, extra undies, and a couple of fun surprises-just incase opportunity presents itself.

Gigi was greeted in the hotel lobby by Susan. A relieved look washed over her face as she practically slumped over to the front desk.

“One of the days huh?” said Susan.

“Girl you have no idea how happy I am to see your pretty little face. I’m so over being on a plane!” as Gigi placed her hand on Susan’s.

If it was any other guest, Susan would have quickly slid her had away and went about her business of checking them in but with Gigi for some reason, she felt comfortable and even a little excited by this beautiful black woman touching her hand. Susan was just staring at Gigi’s skin when she snapped out of it and realized she was at work. Gigi noticed the lingering hand and Susan’s look of lust and was suddenly reenergized. After Susan checked her in and gave her a room key she let Gigi know if she had any request to just give her a ring and she would take care of her.

Gigi made it up to her room and collapsed on her bed. It was still early even though she had a long day. She decided to hop in the shower and slip on some lingerie. Once she was relaxed and feeling a little frisky she decided to give Susanna ring and let her know that her room wasn’t up to standard, she wanted her to come upstairs and see for herself.

Susan thought it was a little unusual but made her was up to the 8th floor. She gave it a light knock, Gigi slightly opened the door Anadolu Yakası Grup Escort and told her to come in. Susan scanned the room and everything looked perfect until she made it to Gigi. She was standing there skin radiating sex, with her heavy breast spilling over a barely there bra, she had on a garter belt and black thigh high stockings, with the tiniest black lace boy shorts accentuating her round and muscular ass and of course her black stilettos. Susan’s mouth fell open, she froze, she didn’t know whether to run out of the room or stay so she just stared.

Gigi could see Susan’s mouth watering and told her, “It’s ok I don’t bite. Thank you so much for being so courteous-it was nice to be greeted so warmly after a long flight. I just wanted to thank you personally”, as Gigi met her face to face but now towering over Susan’s small white frame at 5’3″ and barely 110 lbs. She then grabbed her hand and led her to couch.

“Would you like a glass of wine? I know you’re at work but I’m sure you’ve had a long day and would like to relax too?” Susan couldn’t believe she was even in this situation but figured, she got off in about 15 min so decided to just let it ride. Gigi poured them both a glass of Rose and told her that she really liked her energy and felt a connection with her as soon as she saw her. Susan didn’t know what to say. There was no way this gorgeous amazon of a woman was hitting on her…I mean Susan was completely straight. She smiled and shot her eyes to the ground. Gigi inched her way closer and before she knew it those DD’s where resting right on her tiny shoulder. Gigi grabbed her blond hair and pulled her mouth to her smooth lips. Their tongues swirled around just taking in someone else’s flavor and they both exhaled into each others mouth. Gigi knew that Susan was already hers. Susan suddenly felt a mixture of embarrassment, being turned on, and confused…what was she doing in a guest room, sitting in the couch drinking wine with an almost naked black woman.

Gigi sensed her apprehension and told her now to worry that she was going to take care Anadolu Yakası Manken Escort of her tonight and make her hers. Gigi stood up and led Susan to the bed. Gigi loves to be in control and could sense that Susan was waiting to be owned.

“Take your clothes off and I’m going to grab something from the bathroom. By the time I come back I expect you to be kneeling in the bed butt naked.” Susan quickly took off her work uniform a black suit and white blouse and neatly folded it on the night stand next to the bed. She sat on her feet and patiently waited for Gigi to return. Her pussy was dripping so much that it was running down her calf. Gigi stepped out of the restroom wearing a leather harness and the biggest black strapon that Susan has seen.

“Good girl, I see you follow instructions very well.” Gigi beckoned her to the edge of the bed and told her, “You will get a surprise if you take all of my cock down your pretty little throat.” Susan looked down at the cock and then up at Gigi, “and I like it sloppy, if you don’t have spit dripping down your neck you aren’t doing it right!” Susan got to work a little meek at first but Gigi gave her a little encouragement by pushing her head down her strapon. Susan’s inner slut was coming out, she greedily sucked that big black strapon, spit trailing down her mouth and wrist and moaning each time the tip tapped her throat. Gigi held her long blond hair back and she fucked her face and she smiled down at the little slut. Just as Susan was about to deep throat again, Gigi yanked her hair back and pushed Susan onto the bed.

“You’ve been such a good slut that you’ve earned your prize, my dripping black pussy.” Susan froze, she didn’t have any experience licking pussy and didn’t want to let down her new Mistress. “Don’t worry, your inner slut will naturally come out” as mistress climbed on top of tiny Susan mounting her face. She felt so weak with that muscular black ass resting on her little chest. Gigi pushed Susan’s wrist back and immediately began riding her face. Her juice was literally covering little Susan’s face. Susan’s Anadolu Yakası Masöz Escort mouth was frantically trying to keep up between sucking Gigi’s clit and dipping her tongue into her wet pussy. She must have been doing something right because all of a sudden Gigi started moaning loudly and bucking her hips, suddenly she screamed, “Swallow every drop slut,” as she squirted into Susan’s open mouth. At first she was shocked because she’d never seen anything like it but then she hungrily lapped all of the musky, sweet liquid up. Gigi was pleased, it hadn’t taken long to train her at all. She looked down and saw a satisfied slut but she wasn’t done yet.

“Get on all fours and face the mirror. I want you to watch me take you.” Susan obeyed and gasped as she felt the strapon stretch her tight pussy. She never had anything thing this big inside. Gigi started out slow and sensual, rubbing her clit lightly watching her shiver with every stroke. Susan started rocking back and forth and that was Gigi’s cue to start fucking her. She thrust her strapon in and out, watching Susan loose control. Every now and then she would rear back her arm and smack her ass hard enough to leave a nice hand print. When Gigi started to sense that Susan was about to cum she grabbed her throat and her hips and fucked her relentlessly. Susan screamed so loud I’m sure the room next door heard her. They both collapsed on the bed, wiped out from all of the fun. Just as Susan started to snuggle underneath Gigi’s arm there was a knock at the door.

“Well it isn’t going to answer itself.” Susan got out of bed and reached for her blouse. “Not so fast, I want whoever it is to see my masterpiece. Make sure you open the door all of the way.” Susan glanced in the mirror; her hair was disheveled, her lipstick was worn, mascara running slightly, and her face was covered in dried cum…she looked absolutely beautiful to Gigi. She opened the door only to find the bellboy Matt staring in disbelief at his boss naked and looking freshly fucked. He looked past her and saw a beautiful back woman in bed in black lingerie with a biggest black strapon pointing straight to the ceiling. He cleared his throat and gathered himself.

“Would you like me to bring your luggage into your room ma’am?”

“That would be great and close the door behind you.” Matt stepped in unable to unlock his eyes from Gigi’s body. She smiled and thought to herself this is going to be fun. To be continued…

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JoJo Meets Diane

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We met in the Florida Keys and soon became friends and lovers. His male name was Eddie but he preferred to be called Diane. She was great fun to be with, about 5′-9,” black hair with deep black eyes, beautiful full lips who could easily pass as a woman. As we walked around town, hand in hand, we looked like two woman in love. I stand 5’7″ and looked up to her as my beautiful big sister, so tall and graceful in her spike heels.

When we finished shopping I had hopes of going back to her room, undressing and helping each other model the wonderful sexy outfits we just purchased. This would be my first adventure with her and although it always made me feel so feminine and sexy to put on lingerie with lace and silk, I found myself blushing furiously at the thought of sharing this experience with her. Especially one so sexy as Dee, so much more beautiful then me.

When we arrived at her place Dee decided to change in the adjoining bathroom, telling me the bedroom is mine. I went into her room and laid out the sexy outfits on the bed, undressed quickly and after much thought selected the baby doll set. Pressing it to my lips, I became slightly aroused as I felt the soft material against my cheek. I took my perfume from my purse and sprayed a hint on the material. Mmmmmmm its’ fragrance was so wonderful, it was saying I want you, please take me.

I put it on slowly, looking in the full-length mirror as I teased myself, noting how the silky, soft material draped over my body. As I turned sideways to view the red, shiny silk panties clinging to my ass, showing off my round firm bottom, I caught sight of Diane as she entered from the next room. She looked so sexy in a gorgeous white satin and lace gown with a sweeping hemline that swirled around her legs. Standing in front of me with a rye smile on her lips, she looked as if she had just stepped out of a page from the 50’s, you know the sexy siren in the seclusion of her boudoir.

As we stood facing each other, she came over to me and put her hand up to my cheek and whispered how arousing I was in my outfit. Feeling a bit embarrassed, I laughed at her remark, but felt secretly delighted with her compliment. I turned around in a slow pirouette to show off my red satin outfit with its matching panties and lace ribbon on the bodice.

“Oh, isn’t this pretty!” she said, as she played with my hair.

She took my hand and led me over to the bed: an old-fashioned one right from the 50’s. It had a fancy pink and white canopy and a floral print bedspread with a ruffled lace trim! When I sat down, she sat next to me, so close that our nylon stockings brushed against each other, making a swishing sound. I couldn’t help but notice the fragrance of her perfume, the way her hair framed her pretty face and the smoothness of her skin. I felt myself breathing too fast and tried to calm down. Looking longingly into her eyes she must have known how I felt.

She took my hand, demanding I hold still, and reached up to my face to pull a wisp of hair away from my eye. As I held motionless, she smoothed the errant lock back into place and then kissed my cheek! My heart skipped a beat. All at once I felt a sudden anxiety at being alone with her. I wanted to leave, yet feeling I must stay. I then realized I was dressed in a very provocative outfit that would prevent me from leaving, my mind wanted her, why am I thinking this, this is why I came here. I caught my breathe as she kept gazing at me with such imploring sweetness, I quietly let her stroke my arm and caress the back of my neck.

I slowly relaxed as I became more and more sensitive to her touch, so very soft and tender, as she put one hand around my waist and continued to massage me with the other. Diane’s attentions were melting my resolve to leave. I sighed, peered up at her through my lashes and saw her smiling at me. It came as no surprise when he laid me back against the pillows on the bed. I looked up at the canopy overhead, absently noted the floral design, and then turned my head toward her. Our lips met in a soft, affectionate kiss. It seemed so innocent to indulge in this warm touching of mouths. I snuggled closer in her arms, wanting more and more of her kisses.

She could tell I was becoming aroused as her kisses became more aggressive, taken command, showing me she was in charge. Her lips were full like a woman’s and her tongue so warm, slowly licking my lips, my cheeks, but always returning to my mouth, the full kiss, again and again, I was captivated and thrilled. For a moment, she took her lips off mine to kiss my throat. Partially released from the spell, I dreamily voiced my concern.

“Diane?… Diane, I think we should stop, I think… maybe I should go.”

She ignored my weak protest, commanding me to be quite and once again kissed me Anadolu Yakası Fetiş Escort full on the mouth, coaxing my lips apart, her tongue snaking inside my mouth. My lips parted more or less willingly and I received her probing tongue, feeling it examining my mouth. I was nervous and trembling, my fingers shaking, as I reached down and gently caressed the slippery smooth material covering her thighs. My small show of affection clearly increased her erotic desire for me. There was no mistaking the hard-on pushing against me, as my curiosity began to overwhelm me. Diane must have read my thoughts as she took my hand and quickly slipped it down, cupping it around her groin, and held it there as we kissed.

I tentatively closed my fingers around the hardening prick. It was such a marvel how it moved and throbbed, as I squeezed and stroked its firm flesh. Diane reached for the front of my panties, pulling them down as she slipped her hand between my thighs and stroked my cock. I felt a terrible rush of excitement that got me even harder. We fondled each other’s pricks, kissing mouth to mouth, sucking tongues and rolling about on the bed. I urgently rubbed my cock against the sheer nylon and fully expected to cum all over the front of her panties from the intense stimulation.

I managed to free myself from her embrace, I knew I had to have a look at the wonderful feeling cock she kept poking between my legs. I knelt between her thighs, my face just inches from her crotch, her knees fell further apart to exposing her lacy panties stretched tightly across her stiff organ, so accessible and so curiously enticing. I directed my mouth between the garters of her stocking clad legs and kissed the gauzy silken fabric, tracing my tongue over the smooth outline of her penis. Over and over, I pressed my lips against the warm silky mound, whispering how sweet it was. I opened my mouth wider and slowly sucked the tip into it, the material felt so soft against her hardening cock. She slid her hand under the waistband of her panties and deftly pulled out the object of my desire. Her naked cock appeared flush and swollen as she held it in her hand. The tip was there for me, mine to please, mine to love.

“Go ahead,” she said softly, “kiss it.”

Seeing a drop of glistening sperm on the tip of her beautiful prick, I hesitated at first, then avoiding the drops of semen collecting at its opening I planted a light kiss on the shaft of her penis.

“Lick me, JoJo. I want you to lick my cum!”

For a moment I stared in fascination as her quivering prick secreted another tiny amount of fluid. I promptly obeyed her and ran my tongue over the tip, licking off the starchy white secretion, rolling it about in my mouth. The taste of Diane’s seed seemed to act like an aphrodisiac: I repeatedly licked the head, trying to coax more of the sperm to come out. I ran my tongue along the full length of her shaft, but not quite taking her in my mouth. She rocked her hips up and down, offering her prick to me.

“Please JoJo, take my cock all the way into your mouth,” she begged, “Suck me!”

My heart was pounding, as I formed my lips into an O shape, fitted them over the tip and drew her deep into my mouth. She closed her eyes and smiled with the pleasure of feeling my lips around her penis at last, my mouth full of her. I was enjoying the taste of her penis so much, I slowly moved my lips up and down, giving her the best cock-sucking I could. Again and again, a little harder and faster, I sucked away at her cock, the tip of it going further and further down my throat.

“Suck it, JoJo. You love my cock, don’t you!”

I could only murmur with delight and increase my licking. I was thrilled with the taste of her penis caught between my full red lips and serviced her like a lusty chambermaid going down on her master, I was a bitch in heat needing her cock so bad. I felt her cock starting to tremble and shudder, it was so close to climaxing, giving me her cum I wanted so badly. Diane placed her fingers on the back of my head and pulled me closer to her crotch, forcing all of that wonderful cock into my mouth.

She made little cries of pleasure, ” Oh, JoJo, Ohhhhh…”

Then she arched her back, and her cock seemed to grow and then out gushed a surging stream of hot milky sperm into my mouth. I could feel the pulsating gland beat hard against my lips, as I swallowed warm jets of semen squirting down my throat. It all happened so quickly, I took all of her sweet cum, I took all of it, wanting more before she started to grow limp. I reluctantly let the limp penis fall from my mouth, but kept my hand on it to examine her darling sweet tasting cock up close.

“Oh, you came so hard, Diane!” I said, touching my lips to the tip of her Anadolu Yakası Gecelik Escort prick, when a fresh spurt darted into my mouth!

This beautiful woman sat up and started kissing my neck and caressing my ass, slowly stroking my body. She kissed me passionately up my neck to my mouth, pushing her tongue into my mouth as she exploded the passion within it. Her hands left my ass and found their way to my groin where she massaged my very excited prick through the my panties. My body reacted as I moaned in pleasure saying,

“Take me Dee I need you so very much, Please take me.”

I was nearly frantic with her teasing and couldn’t wait for her to wrap those pout, rosy lips around me. I moaned again as she seized me about the waist and pulled me down onto the sheets covering me with kisses and caressing my body as we coiled withered on the bed.

Diane gradually worked her way down to my belly and ran her lips over my smooth skin as I felt her warm breath on me. She untied the satin bow on my panties causing my rigid penis to poke through between the lace edges. My passion started to overwhelm me as I began moving feverishly on the bed, until she finally spread my legs apart and bent over me. I loved the sensation of Diane’s long smooth hair on my thighs and against my abdomen as she closed her moist lips around my cock until finally I felt her move deeper. Her tongue went around the tip, slowly, very slowly at first and not just the edge of her tongue, but the whole length and breadth of it, soft, warm licking me in slow, great, warm repeated kisses. I loved the blunt feel of her teeth as her mouth pressed against me.

My lips parted and my face became flush with desire as my breathing became heavier, faster, so did her sucking on the pink smooth end of my penis. My hands felt for Diane’s hair, the beautiful soft texture of it, and with the slightest pressure I kept her head, the movement of her tongue and lips at the same pace as the tiny up and down thrusts I made with my hips. I gave myself to her, pushed myself against her mouth. My face was hot, my prick ached with desire wanting to explode as I watched her head moving faster, faster. She was bent over me, her tongue moving faster and faster as my body movements told her I was almost there, she sucked excitedly at my sweet little cock in her mouth, until I stiffened and made one last upward thrust and exploded into Diane’s tender sucking lips. As my juices subsided Dee pulled back, my cock falling from her lovely mouth she reached up and hugged me saying,

“That was wonderful JoJo you tasted so sweet, I wish you could give me more, I want you for mine, forever.”

There we were two satisfied cross dressers wearing very sexy outfits as we drifted off to sleep in feminine bliss. After the pleasure of love and sleep, I awoke as Diane was kissing my throat and her hands stroking the back of my neck and shoulders. Our lips met again, pressing together so warmly, so innocently as she cupped her hand around one of my ass cheeks and massaged it with motions that crept ever closer to my anus.

I groaned in anticipation knowing what she wanted and turned on my side to move my ass closer to her roving fingers. She quickly found the spot, and I felt her finger tickle my opening and then push deeply inside.

I gasped at first but then said,” OOOOOOO Dee take me,”

and surrendered to the startling unusual sensation by making little rocking motions in time to her finger darting in and out of my anus. As she fondled and fingered my bottom, I kissed Diane all the more fervently for making me feel so weak and yielding in her arms.

“I want to fuck you now, JoJo,” she whispered urgently in my ear.

“Yes, darling. I am yours.” I whispered back at her.

I was completely under her control now, I was hers to use as she needed, my cock was taut and hard at the idea of having her long erotic penis penetrate my bottom. The sight of Diane’s long had cock up and ready between the folds of her gown made me eager to please her. I realized, with a tantalizing feminine thrill, that I really wanted to be filled up with her prick. I wanted to feel like a woman, her woman!

She then said ” JoJo, my darling turn over so I may make love to your beautiful ass, I want it so badly I must have you.”

I did as she commanded eagerly rolling over with my face on the pillow and knelt on all fours, and she pulled down my panties, exposing my white rounded buttocks. She rubbed some kind of cream on the tip and length of her prick and also anointed my tight little rose bud now quite stimulated and somewhat enlarged by her fingering me. She told me to push my ass well out behind, with my legs spread wide apart so as to give her every access. I was so excited at Anadolu Yakası Genç Escort acting out this womanly, submissive role that I wriggled about, pushing my now wanting asshole at her, just begging to be fucked. I was going to begin a dream, my dream of erotic pleasure, my body being taken over and over, I was a slave to her desires.

Now properly lubricated, Diane guided her prick right to my puckered little pink hole, as I directly felt the hot head of her cock placed to the opening. I reached around behind me to spread my ass as far apart as I was able and held very still while her prick gently began it’s final decent into my opening. I felt the blunt knob end against the ridges of my anus forcing them apart and began to enter my hole. I let out a gasp as she stretched me, but gradually my sphincter muscles relaxed, adjusting to her probing penis. Inch by inch, she began moving slowly in and out until Diane was convinced I was completely relaxed, then she withdrew her long hard cock and lubricated it with still more cream before she slowly and carefully pushed her way back in. Now I was hers, only hers as I heard her gasp with desire.

“Oh, Diane, I feel your prick. I feel its head going in so far up my ass, please be gentle with me!”

I continued to hold motionless as she worked her prick inside me slowly, so slowly, until I knew she had penetrated completely. I soon started to enjoy the delicious sensation of my lover’s femme cock inserted in my anus. I couldn’t believe I was doing such a thing. I was being fucked by a man and enjoying it!

“Your ass is so soft and tight, JoJo, It just sucks in my cock! I must take you deeper, my cock needs you JoJo, it needs your lovely ass.”

Then holding my hips, she worked her organ smoothly in and out, telling me to push back to meet each thrust of her prick. As Diane’s prick went in and out, my round bottom-hole enclosed around it with an avid suction like a wet pussy. By her occasional sighs and the lovely rhythm of Diane’s movements, I could tell she liked her penis up my ass, that she also knew I was made for her to be hers alone.

As I felt the cheeks of my now red hot ass rubbing against her belly I pulled the lace edge of the pillow closer to my mouth and started sucking on its scented fabric. I closed my eyes in a dreamy state of womanly passion, and my perfumed hair brushed against my cheek as my whole body rocked to meet her every stroke. I had my legs wide open, I couldn’t get enough of her cock up my ass, I wanted more, oh so much more. I felt like I was all woman, all cunt, as I gasped and moaned, backing my exposed bottom to meet her thrusts. My own penis was as rigid as steel, as I thought how lovely it was to be like a woman getting fucked and fucked!

“I’m a cunt, Diane! I’m your cunt! Fuck me, fuck me please!”

Diane reached for my dangling prick, taking it in her hand she slowly stroked it, calling me a lovely cunt, her lovely cunt, a woman now receiving her most wanting desire, a long hard prick fucking her tight ass! I was on the verge of going out of control as she was stimulating both my anus and penis with such exquisite attention! I was in an erotic state receiving such sweet pleasure with the delicious throbbing of her cock in my hole.

I could tell Diane was nearing the moment of ecstasy, when I heard her deep drawn sighs and noticed her body making little trembling motions. Perceiving by the twitching of my own cock that I was about to cum too, she pumped even faster with her cock. Overcome with pleasure and nearing her orgasm, my lover gave a sound and shoved even further inside, her belly shuddering against my ass.

I knew Diane was cumming and pushed back to hold her prick in my anus. I could feel it throbbing, as it began to erupt with spasm after spasm of milky white cum. Her juices shot up me, flooding my anal canal with a warm infusion of her sweet nectar. My own penis, terribly aroused by the touch of Diane’s delicate smooth hands and the feeling of my insides being filled with her hot sperm, grew to it’s full length and exploded an eruption of my white milky cum all over her fingers.

All I could do was say, ” OOOOOOO YESSSSSS, more, please Dee I need more of you.”

With that she pulled me tighter, hugging my spent body, as her own body started to calm down until we both were fulfilled with that erotic state of bliss you have when your partner and yourself have met the pinnacle of your desires. She smiled and kissed me so soft as she caressed me ever so gently.

She released me and said ” JoJo my sweet JoJo.”

It was so incredibly sexy and romantic my mind and body wanted more, so much more from Diane. I looked up and could only say,

“Thank You it was more than I could ever hope for, Thank You.”

Tears came from my eyes as I dressed to leave. I had just had my most erotic desire fulfilled by some one whom I believe cared for me as much as I cared for her. I was so happy that I decided to come here for the weekend.

I wish to thank Diane for her help and ideas for this story.

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