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Robin versuchte den Würgreflex zu unterdrücken, der seine Kehle hochkroch.

Er sah neben sich auf das Bett und bemerkte, dass er das erste Mal in seinem Leben den Wunsch verspürte, eine Frau zusammenzuschlagen. Einfach die Scheiße aus ihrem Leib zu prügeln.

Doch dann wurde ihm klar, dass nicht sie die Schuld für sein beschissenes Leben trug. Er hatte es selbst einfach weggeschmissen. Sein perfektes Leben für einen Arschfick.

Er starte den blonden Kopf neben sich an, der unter all den Decken und Laken hervorschaute.

Seine Ex, Linda, hatte auch blonde Haare, aber viel längere und viel gepflegter, als sie hier neben ihm.

Linda hatte ein schöneres Gesicht, war netter, freundlich — sogar zum unverschämten Hausmeister. Sie war beliebt bei seinen Kollegen und nicht wenige hatten ihm durch Sprüche oder Gesten zu verstehen gegeben, „wenn du mal nicht mehr bist, gehört sie mir”.

Und er hatte sie weggeschmissen für einen Arschfick, von dem er enttäuscht war.

„Betrüg mich nie.”, hatte seine Ex ihm damals gesagt, nachdem sie sich das erste Mal auf ihrem Sofa geküsst hatten. „Egal, wie sich das jetzt entwickelt, betrüg mich nie. Schreib mir vorher eine SMS, wenn’s sein muss, aber tu mir das nicht an.”

Seine wunderschöne Linda, seine Ex, hatte eine Kindheit hinter sich, die man nur seinem ärgsten Feind wünschte. Ihr Vater war pädophil gewesen und zum Glück, beziehungsweise zum Unglück seiner wundervollen Linda, hatte er seinen Neigungen nicht nachgegeben, sondern versucht, sie solange zu verprügeln, bis seine perverse Neigung für einen blutigen Klumpen Kind verraucht war.

Am Anfang ihrer Beziehung hatte sie nie offen gelächelt und ihre Zähne gezeigt. Irgendwann hatten sie nach dem Sex das Nachglühen genossen und sie hatte ihm gebeichtet, dass sie Angst habe, man könne ihre falschen Keramikschneidezähne erkennen.

Ihr Vater hatte sie ihr mit elf mit einem Stuhl aus dem Gesicht geschlagen.

Und trotzdem war sie einfach ein sonniger Mensch geblieben. Perfekt, von ihren kleinen, hübschen Zehen, bis zu ihren Haaren, die nicht mal aus der Tube einen so schönen Glanz haben konnten.

Sie war einfach toll, vergaß nie die Geburtstage seines Bruders oder seines Vaters. Sie hatte immer Ideen für Weihnachtsgeschenke und für das Essen mit seinem Chef.

Selbst wenn sie krank war, machte sie sich ihren Tee selbst, um ihm nicht zur Last zu fallen und er hatte nach vier Jahren harmonischer, wundervoller Beziehung alles weggeworfen für einen Arschfick mit ihrer Schwester.

Mit ihrer Schwester.

Einmal nach einem Familiengartenfest hatte sie sehnsüchtig seine lachenden Neffen beim Cluedospielen beobachtet und geflüstert: „Manchmal wünsche ich mir auch so eine Beziehung zu meiner Schwester.”

Ihre Schwester war nie Ziel der Übergriffe ihres Vaters gewesen. Linda hatte sie immer beschützt und versucht sie vor all dem Unheil zu bewahren. Sie hatte oft die Schläge ertragen, die ihrer Schwester gegolten hatten. Und ihre Schwester hatte es ihr gedankt, indem sie ihrem Vater petzte, als Linda mit fünfzehn zum Jugendamt gegangen war.

Sie hatte danach vier Monate im künstlichen Koma gelegen. Als sie erwachte, hatte sich ihr Vater in der Küche erhängt und ihre Schwester und sie landeten in einem Pflegeheim.

Mit vierundzwanzig lernte sie dann ihn, Robin, kennen und sagte gleich von Anfang an, dass sie Probleme hätte einem Mann zu vertrauen. Und dass er sie deshalb niemals betrügen solle.

Erstaunlicherweise hatte sie allerdings keinerlei Probleme mit der sexuellen Komponente der Beziehung. Zwar war sie damals eine vierundzwanzigjährige Jungfrau gewesen, aber der Sex mit ihr war nur in der Anfangszeit kompliziert. Schnell, nach dem dritten oder vierten Mal, war es besser geworden. So gut, dass sie in der Nacht gleich drei Mal kam. Sie hatte ihre Scheu verloren, wenn er ihre Fotze lecken wollte und war bald nicht mehr davon überzeugt, dass ihre Muschi hässlich war. Denn das war sie auf keinen Fall.

Mittlerweile rasierte sie die weichen, pflaumigen, rosa Schamlippen und zeigte sie ihm am Frühstückstisch, wenn sie ihn verführen wollte.

Selbst nach vier Jahren Beziehung wurde er noch immer hart, wenn sie in ihrem unförmigen Bademantel ins Schlafzimmer kam und sich anziehen wollte.

Selbst nach vier Jahren schmeckte ihm ihr gekochtes Essen noch besser, als ein Dinner im fünf Sterne Restaurant.

Und er hatte das alles einfach weggeworfen. Für einen Arschfick.

Dabei wusste er sogar, dass Linda dazu niemals Nein gesagt hätte. Sie hätte gelächelt und mit den Hüften wackelnd das Schlafzimmer vorbereitet. Aber er hatte es nicht tun können.

Jedes Mal, wenn sie vor ihm auf dem Bauch lag und er seinen Schwanz zwischen diese weichen Schamlippen in ihre cremige Fotze hineinhämmerte und dabei den kleinen, rosa Ring ihrer unbehaarten Rosette fixierte, der immer mal wieder zwischen ihren Arschbacken aufblitze, dachte er an ihre Vollkommenheit, an ihre Reinheit und konnte sie nicht bitten.

Es Escort bayan war, als würde man ein weißes, neues Hemd mit Schlamm einsudeln. Es war als würde er einen plüschigen Hund rasieren. Es war als würde er einem Schmetterling die Flügel ausreißen. Es war, als würde er einfach ihre Reinheit, ihre Vollkommenheit zerstören. Als würde er aus seiner Traumfrau eine Schlampe machen, hatte er sich immer wieder gesagt.

Doch das war es nicht gewesen.

Das wusste er jetzt, als er im Bett mit ihrer Schwester lag.

Irgendwo in seinem Hinterkopf war in ihm die Idee gewesen, dass er sich nur dann festlegen könnte, heiraten und Kinder kriegen würde, wenn einfach alles perfekt war. Wenn sie sich nicht von ihm in den Arsch ficken lassen würde, dann müsste er sich auch noch keine Gedanken um Kindergärten, Trauzeugen und gemeinsame Konten machen. So lange sie nicht von sich aus wollte, forderte, dass er auch ihr letztes Loch entjungferte, dann war er noch frei. Frei einfach zu gehen und jemand anderen in den Arsch zu ficken.

Dann wurde sein Bruder wieder Vater und sie waren bei der Taufe gewesen. Als seine Linda die kleine Michelle auf dem Arm hatte und ihn anstrahlte, wie sie es immer tat, wenn er für sie eine Spinne tötete, hatte er das Gefühl, ein rasender Eishockeypuck hätte ihm die Luft aus der Lunge gequetscht.

Er hatte sie angestarrt, während sie dem kleine Mädchen die Spuckebläschen aus dem Mundwinkel wischte und schlagartig war ihm klar geworden, dass es nicht darum ging, ob er ihre Rosette nur sehnsüchtig anstarrte, oder sie in den Hintern vögelte, sondern schlicht und ergreifend um die Frage, ob er mit ihr wirklich alt werden wollte.

Und das wollte er. Wollte es mit jeder Faser seines Herzens. Doch das wurde ihm erst klar, als sein Schwanz schon halb im Arsch ihrer Schwester steckte, während diese eine Mischung aus Stöhnen und Schreien von sich gab. Als ihre Schwester „aufhören” schrie und ihn gleich danach anbettelte niemals wieder aufzuhören. Als es egal war, ob er in ihr seinen Samen verströmte oder mitten drin abbrach. Als es einfach zu spät war.

Gleich nach der Taufe war er nach Hause gefahren, während sie neben ihm saß und sich darüber ausließ, wie hübsch der Tischschmuck gewesen war und er hatte sich gesagt, dass er nicht mit ihr alt werden wollte. Nein, ganz bestimmt wollte er diesem Gelaber nicht im hohen Alter lauschen. Die Idee war absurd.

Und wenn er nicht mit ihr alt werden wollte, dann sollte er fair sein und sich von ihr trennen, damit sie den Richtigen eines Tages fand. Ja, richtig großmütig hatte er sich bei dem Gedanken gefühlt, sich von ihr zu trennen, damit sie glücklich werden würde. Er platzte fast vor Rechtschaffenheit, als er die Worte aussprach: „Wir sollten uns trennen.”

Sie hatte mitten im Satz über die Harmonie der roten Kerzen zu dem Grün der Blumen gestockt und schweigend nach vorn durch die Windschutzscheibe gesehen. Schließlich hatte sie tief und zittrig eingeatmet und gefragt: „Warum?”

Warum?

Er sagte es ihr. Sagte ihr, dass er nicht mit ihr alt werden wolle. Sagte, dass er sich Analsex wünsche, den er nie von ihr kriegen würde. Sagte, dass sie einfach nicht die Richtige für ihn wäre.

Als sie neben ihm schwieg und nicht protestierte, jede der Lügen einfach hinnahm und nicht sagte: „Du hast nur Panik, Liebling. Lass dir Zeit dich an den Gedanken zu gewöhnen, mit mir alt zu werden.” Als sie das nicht sagte, wurde er plötzlich gemein, gab ihr die Schuld an seiner Entscheidung. Sagte fiese Dinge über ihr ständiges Gequatsche, die er niemals gedacht hatte; sagte gemeine Dinge über ihr Sexleben, das er nie so empfunden hatte; sagte unverschämte Dinge über ihre Figur, ihre Haare, die er niemals so in Betracht gezogen hatte.

Und sie saß schweigend da, während lautlose Tränen über ihre Wangen liefen.

Er hatte sich bei jedem Wort besser gefühlt, rechtschaffener, fairer, selbstloser, barmherziger, dass er sie frei gab, damit sie jemand anderen fand.

In ihrer gemeinsamen Wohnung angekommen, hatte er einige Sachen gepackt, während er mit dem großmütigsten Gefühl der Welt in der Brust, ihrem Weinen im Bad gelauscht hatte.

Am selben Abend noch hatte er in einem Hotel eingecheckt und war danach in eine Disko gegangen, um sein eigenes freies, uneigennütziges Leben zu genießen.

Doch dort war er sich einfach alt vorgekommen. Überall waren die gerade mal achtzehnjährigen Mädchen mit den zugekleisterten Gesichtern gewesen und hatten sich von ihm Drinks ausgeben lassen, nur um danach gleich wieder abzuhauen. Er hatte gerade den Entschluss gefasst, ins Hotel zurückzukehren, als die kleine Schwester von Linda an seiner Seite erschienen.

„Was machst du denn hier?”, hatte sie auf ihre typisch näselnde Art gefragt.

Er hasste sie, hasste sie, seit er das erste Mal von Linda gehört hatte, wie sie sich als kleines Mädchen ihr gegenüber verhalten hatte. Wie sie Linda immer wieder angelogen, verpetzt und mies behandelt hatte. Wie sie die Wohnung ihres Vaters verlassen Bayan escort hatte, als Linda von ihm zu Brei geschlagen wurde, statt die Polizei zu rufen.

Als Linda im Koma lag, hatte sie sie nie besucht.

Er empfand Ekel, als er ihre dicken Pickel auf ihrem Kinn und der Stirn bemerkte; Ekel, als sie seinen Arm zutraulich streichelte, während er „Ich bin wieder Single” sagte.

Doch mit jedem Whiskey und jedem „Ich wollte dich schon immer mal ficken” von ihr, hatte er sich, umgeben von Teenies und alten Säcken, jünger gefühlt. Nach dem achten oder neunten Whiskey hatte er sogar ihre Komplimente erwidert. Nach seinem zehnten Whiskey hatte er sich auf der Diskotoilette übergeben und bei der Rückkehr zu seinem Platz an der Bar, neben Lindas Schwester, beschlossen sie in den Arsch zu ficken. So wie er es immer bei Linda hatte machen wollen.

Sie waren zu ihr nach Hause gefahren und ohne ein weiteres Wort hatte sie sich vor ihm entkleidet. Sie stolperte immer wieder über ihre Füße, doch statt ihre lächerlichen Versuche sexy zu sein, abstoßend zu finden, lachte er nur herzlich. Er entkleidete sich dann auch und legte sich auf ihr Bett, das nach saurer Milch und Aschenbecher roch.

Sie kletterte zu ihm aufs Bett, während er sich auf dem Rücken wälzte und fasste gleich darauf nach seinem schlaffen Schwanz. Sie wichste ihn vorsichtig, doch der Alkohol in seinem Blut machte es ihr ziemlich schwer. Irgendwann massierte sie auch seinen Damm, umkreiste mit der Fingerspitze seine Rosette und senkte dann ihren Kopf, um ihn in den Mund zu nehmen. Bevor sie das tat, sah sie zu ihm auf, er sah in ihre großen, blauen Augen, die Lindas so ähnlich waren und endlich verlor er sich in seiner Lust. Sie leckte seine Eichel mit offenem Mund, leckte einmal ganz drum herum, machte ihn feucht, nass und endlich steif. Dann nahm sie die Penisspitze in den Mund und saugte so fest, dass ihre Wangen nach Innen eingesaugt wurden und so hohl erschienen.

Betrunken hatte er über das „hohl” gelacht, denn das fand er trotz steigernder Lust immer noch. Sie war hohl, dumm und er hasste sie immer noch. Trotzdem lutschte sie seinen Schwanz, als gäbe es keinen Morgen. Ihr blonder Kopf wippte über seinem Ständer auf und ab und mit jedem Wippen nahm sie mehr von ihm auf. Bis er an ihre Rachenbändchen traf.

Sie holte kurz Luft, um gleich darauf weiter zu machen. Ihn tiefer zu saugen, zu lecken, zu drücken. Sie massierte seine Hoden leicht und gut, aber irgendwie anders als sonst und als er die Augen wieder öffnete, wurde ihm wieder bewusst, dass es nicht Linda war, die ihm gerade einen blies. Doch dann machte sie wieder was mit seiner Rosette und sein Kopf sank zurück.

Das Gefühl war toll, geil, aber nicht genug und so zog er nach einigen weiteren Minuten ihren Kopf von seinem Schwanz und sagte grob: „Jetzt fick ich dich in den Arsch.”

Zuerst sah sie etwas angewidert aus, doch als er an ihren Haaren zog, rutschte sie auf die Knie und beugte sich vor, bis ihr Arsch vor ihm in die Luft ragte.

Er ging ebenfalls in die Knie, spuckte auf ihre leicht beharrte Rosette — die so ganz anders war, als die von Linda — und seinen Schwanz, wichste seinen Speichel in seine Eichel und den Schaft ein und setzte dann an.

Der Druck war ernorm, als er nach ewigem Schieben endlich in sie eindrang und stöhnte lustvoll auf, doch schnell verminderte sich der Druck und ihm wurde bewusst, dass sie wohl nicht das erste Mal in den Hintern genommen wurde. Ihre Muskeln gaben zu schnell nach und er sah verwirrt über ihren schlanken Rücken zu ihrem Hinterkopf. Doch das war nicht der Hinterkopf seiner Linda. Er war blond, ja, aber strohig und ungepflegt. Ihre Haut auf ihrem Nacken etwas unfeiner.

Es war Lindas Schwester.

Und so verharrte er, halb in ihr drin steckend, in der Position und ihm wurde klar, was für ein Volltrottel er war. Doch nun war es egal, Linda war Geschichte, in dem Moment, als der enge Ring ihres Anus unter seinem Stoß nachgegeben hatte. Er war drin, er war geil, er hatte eh alles verloren. Doch den Anblick, wie Lindas Schwester vor ihm hockte, brüllte, schrie und ächzte, war für ihn nicht zu ertragen. Er wollte sie nicht ficken und an Linda denken. Nein, er konnte nicht den Schwung ihres Rückens betrachten und an die Ähnlichkeit zu Lindas denken. Doch anders konnte er nicht. Er musste an Linda denken.

Deshalb zog er sich wieder aus ihr zurück, warf sie herum, auf dem Rücken, und hob ihre Beine an den Knien an, um sie über seine Schultern zu werfen. Er zog sie so hoch, bis ihre Rosette wieder vor seinem Schwanz schwebte, sah ihr ins Gesicht, ins Gesicht seines Unterganges, seines verpatzen Lebens, und drang erneut kräftig in ihren Darm ein.

Er quälte sich mit dem Anblick ihres rötlich gefleckten Gesichts, während er sie fickte, wieder und wieder und wieder in sie eindrang. Lauschte ihren gequälten Schreien, ihren gehauchten Forderungen, dem Klatschen ihres Fleisches. Bis sie kam und ihn mit ihren inneren Wänden molk, quetschte und massierte.

Dann Escort kam auch er.

Ja, er kam.

Ein netter, kleiner Vanilleorgasmus. Ein Orgasmus, der die Mühe nicht wert war.

Mit Linda war er eruptiver, extremer gekommen, jedes Mal, wenn sie vögelten — egal, ob es ein Quickieorgasmus in der Küche oder der Ausklang einer zeitraubenden, leidenschaftlichen Nacht war.

Er hatte seinen Samen in Lindas enge, cremige Grotte geschleudert und war vor Lust bis zu dem Knöcheln erschaudert und jetzt… Jetzt war er gekommen. Mehr nicht.

Nur zu oft, hatte er im Moment des Höhepunktes seinen Schwanz aus Linda gezogen und ihre schönen, runden, leicht spitzen Brüste mit seinem Samen bespritzt und den sexuellen Freiflug bis in die letzte Haarwurzel gespürt. Danach hatte er zugesehen, wie Linda die weißlichen Schlieren in ihre Brüste massierte und das glitschige, seifige Gefühl genoss.

Sie war nach Vollendung der Schweinerei nie aufgesprungen und hatte sich geduscht, sondern war meist einfach leicht eingeschlummert, eingehüllt in den Duft seiner Ekstase.

Sie machte nie Stress nach dem Sex, sondern wusch am nächsten Morgen einfach die Bettwäsche einmal mehr.

Wenn sie wieder erwachte und sich an seine Brust rollte, zupfte sie an seinen Brusthaaren, bis auch er wieder erwachte und dann kam das, was ihn am meisten erfüllte: Das bewusste Nachglühen, das Bettgeflüster, die geflüsterten Geheimnisse und Intimitäten.

Doch jetzt war alles anders. Jetzt steckte sein erschlaffender Schwanz in ihrer Schwester und er merkte, wie Tränen, die er niemals vergießen würde, den Weg zu seinen Augen suchten und in seiner Kehle stecken blieben. Der Kloß, der sich bildete, schmerzte wie ätzende Säure.

Er zog sich aus ihr zurück, wischte seinen feuchten Schwanz an der Bettdecke ab und fragte sich, ob das schon andere vor ihm getan hatten, und ob sie seit dem die Bettwäsche gewechselt oder gewaschen hatte.

Dann legte er sich neben sie, rückte aber von ihr ab, als sie sich an ihn kuscheln wollte und schob sie zur Seite. Schließlich forderten der Alkohol, die emotionale Achterbahnfahrt und der schweißtreibende Sex seinen Tribut und er schlief ein.

Nun war er wieder wach. Lag noch genauso da, wie er in der Nacht eingeschlafen war, als müsste er sich nicht wegen den Albtraumbildern seines Unterbewusstseins hin und her wälzen, und wünschte sich seinen Samen wieder aus ihr herauszuholen, alles rückgängig zu machen. Die Worte ungesagt. Den Auszug ungetan.

Dann stand er auf, suchte auf dem fleckigen, dreckigen Teppich seine Kleidung zusammen. Er raffte sie unter seiner Achsel zusammen und huschte leise aus dem Zimmer, zog die Tür hinter sich zu und ließ sich gegen das Holz sinken.

Sein Blick traf in der Flurküche auf schimmeliges Geschirr, ungewaschene Wäsche und dreckige Möbel.

Lindas Schwester konnte nichts dafür, dass sie nun mal nicht so ordentlich und perfekt war, wie Linda selbst, aber er konnte das Gefühl des Abscheus für sie nicht unterdrücken, als er seine Hose ohne seine Boxershorts über seine Beine streifte, seine sockenlosen Füße in die Schuhe steckte und sein Hemd über seinen Kopf zog. Den Rest seiner Kleidung steckte er in seine Jackentaschen und machte sich auf den Weg zurück in sein Hotel.

Dort stellte er sich unter die Dusche, wusch alles weg, die Erinnerungen an die Nacht, den Schmerz, die Tränen, die ungewollt den Kloß in seinem Hals überwanden und einfach flossen.

Zwei Stunden später stand er vor der gemeinsamen Wohnung mit Linda und betrachtete den Schlüssel. Er könnte einfach hineingehen und wenn sie ihn aufforderte zu verschwinden, könnte er einfach sagen, dass er ihr nur den Schlüssel vorbeibringen und noch ein paar Klamotten…

Klingeln konnte er nicht. Er konnte es einfach nicht. Dann würde er den symbolischen Schritt vollziehen, der ihn von einem Bewohner zu einem Gast, einem Besucher machte.

Er konnte auch nicht klopfen. Das wäre das Gleiche in grün.

Also müsste er einfach die Tür öffnen. Doch auch dieser Schritt war unmöglich.

Er erinnerte sich an Lindas lautlose Tränen im Auto, an ihre Wut und den Schmerz, den sie im Bad laut gezeigt hatte, während er wie ein dämlicher, edelmütiger Gockel seine Kleidung zusammengesucht hatte.

Er rief sich die einzelne Träne, die von ihrer Oberlippe auf ihren Handrücken gefallen war ins Gedächtnis.

Er dachte an ihren Mund, wenn er morgens vor ihr erwachte und ihr beim Schlafen zusah. Er war morgens immer ein wenig geschwollen. Meist von seinen nächtlichen Knutschereien, oft aber auch einfach so.

Ihre Schwester hatte er nicht geküsst. Nicht mal einen Bussi.

Gleich fühlte er sich an den Gedanken daran ein wenig besser. Als würde das die Sache besser machen.

Schließlich atmete er tief ein und steckte den Schlüssel ins Schloss, drehte ihn, stieß die Tür auf.

Stille umfing ihn. Die Stille der Einsamkeit.

Er trat ein und machte hinter sich die Tür zu. So wie heute Morgen die Tür zum Schlafzimmer ihrer Schwester. Als könnte er die Welt, die Wahrheit dahinter aussperren.

Er warf einen schnellen Blick in die Runde. In der Küche und im Wohnzimmer war sie nicht. Auch nicht im Flur. Vielleicht immer noch im Bad.

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Chapter 5: A Box of Toys

Pouring the gold liquid into the palm of your hands you massaged the oil completely into your hands so that no area of your skin was left unoiled. You poured the remaining oil onto the Negro’s reddened buttocks, which quickly ran down between his cheeks and onto his bulging cock and scrotum, tied tightly below.

With your fingers, you massaged and kneaded the scented oil firmly into his ebony skin and soothing his swollen thighs. Your fingers followed the running oil between the man’s buttocks, pausing briefly at the secret entrance to his tight anus.

He moaned softly as you lightly pressed his sphincter muscles around the entrance to his anus and slid an inch of your index finger inside. You moved it gently from side to side, searching the inner depths of the Negro’s most private orifice.

Withdrawing your finger slowly, you continued to massage the oil into his buttocks, moving ever closer to the tightly parcelled cock and scrotum throbbing silently beneath him. He gasped as you kneaded the oil into his groin and squeezed his testicles that strained hard against the stretched skin of his huge black scrotum.

The girl offered you the open case containing the vibrator and six Escort bayan heads, including a soft rubber head with numerous spiked protrusions, a black rubber imitation penis, a ‘sucker’ head and a smooth metal attachment. You fitted each head to the vibrator in turn before carefully selecting one that you considered would give you the greatest pleasure.

Until now your only relief from your heightened sexual state had been the Negro’s broad back across which you had continued to massage and rub your wet pussy. Despite its rough Negroid texture it had reddened with the continual friction caused by your pussy as you rubbed back and forward.

Your own heightened excitement was evident from the trail of white juices which lay in great profusion on the man’s black skin but now you had in your hand an instrument of pleasure which might ease and perhaps just satisfy your aching pussy.

You lifted slightly in an attempt to insert the vibrator into your pussy but the girl quickly moved forward to direct your attention instead to the Negro’s groin.

She gestured that you should now switch the vibrator on.

The quietness of the room now reverberated to the soft humming of the dildo as it vibrated urgently Bayan escort in your hand.

Opening your mouth you gently closed your lips around the shaft of the dildo, covering its glistening surface with your saliva.

Slowly you withdrew it from your mouth and guided it eagerly between the Negro’s buttocks. You moved it down and then back across his anus as if to tease and he groaned as he tried to imagine what was about to happen.

With a sudden thrust you plunged the slippery and vibrating dildo deep into the Negro’s oiled and softened orifice causing him to jerk downwards into the cushions on which he still lay.

Watching, the girl jerked sharply on the leash attached to the studded collar which forced the man’s still blindfolded head into the air, gasping.

You continued to insert and then withdraw the vibrator for some minutes until it was obvious that the Negro was about to reach his third massive orgasm. The muscles of his buttocks began to thrust and clench as he approached climax, aided by the soft ligature, which you had tied tightly around his genitals.

The girl lifted the whip and in a stern voice commanded him not to ejaculate, saying that she had not finished with Escort him and ordered him that he must save his semen for your pleasure.

The Negro’s body slowly stopped twitching as he fought against his natural inclination to ejaculate.

The girl indicated for you to dismount the Negro, which you at first seemed reluctant to do!

Climbing down, you, the girl and I stood at the foot of the bed looking down at the body of the still handcuffed and blindfolded Negro restricted by the ligature tied tightly around his genitals and leashed by the studded collar around his neck. His buttocks glistened from the oil you had liberally spread over them and his back was streaked with white juices from your still aching pussy.

The girl took a small key from the attaché case and moved to each corner of the bed releasing the Negro’s wrists and ankles, which had been held so long. In a sharp voice, the girl ordered the Negro to get up from the bed and stand facing us.

As he did so, we could see clearly at last the tight bundle of his engorged cock and scrotum that strained and bulged against the soft ligature encircling them.

The bed was a mess. The black silk sheets were crumpled and the two cushions on which the man’s thick penis had been resting were heavily stained with perspiration and semen, which had leaked from the end of his penis.

The girl took the loose end of the leash hanging from the man’s studded collar and handed it to you.

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The next morning I was totally hot thinking about what had transpired the night before. I had never seen Jill but tried to imagine her naked body.

After a quick shower and brushing my teeth I slipped into my thin robe.

I went across the hall and knock on the door. It wasn’t Milly who opened the door it was Jill.

She smiled. “Good morning! Can I help you?”

“Ahh, yeah! Is Milly home?” I asked.

Just then Milly swung open the door and said, “Well good morning. Come on in the coffee is just about done.”

I entered the familiar apartment and glanced at Jill. She looked good. Her short grey hair was tussled as if she had just awoken and had not combed it yet. She was definitely pear shaped and viewing her body made my cock stiffen a little. She had small breast, but God what and an ass, hips and thighs. I love a mature BBW. This woman wasn’t exactly beautiful, but she was extremely sexy. It was an absolute pleasure watching her walk away from me. Her wide ass swayed as she languidly moved to the kitchen dinette.

After introductions the three of us shared some coffee and toast. The small talk flowed, but you could sense the sexual electricity in the room.

I got up from the table and cleared the table of our cups and plates.

Milly looked at me. “That was sweet of you to do that. Now come here this instant.” She ordered. I had never been commanded by Milly before. This was new?

She pulled my face to hers and kissed me deeply. Her tongue was pushed far into my mouth. The kiss was so compelling that I didn’t notice her hands untying the belt to my robe.

A quick tug left me completely disrobed. “That’s better.” She exclaimed. “Now be a dear and turn around for my guest.”

Jill was very composed as she surveyed my naked body with her eyes. Swiftly scanning my body her eyes came to rest on my penis.

I stood dumbfounded. Mentally I was till trying to figure out this side of Milly that I had never experienced before.

Milly’s friend her eyes glistening continued staring at my now stiffening cock. As natural as can be she cupped her hand under my balls and pulled me towards her.

“Nice tool. You haven’t been abusing it have you?” Then Milly and Jill broke into peals of laughter.

“Why don’t you show Jill just Escort bayan what you can do with your tool!” demanded Milly with a edge I had never heard in her voice to this minute.

I must have looked puzzled because she added, “You know jerk it off until I tell you to stop.” “OK… uhhh Yes Ma’am.” I replied and then hesitated .

Jill let go of my balls and leaned back in her chair. She sipped her coffee as I moved my hand over to my dick. “Go ahead. I’m waiting too!”

I turned to face Jill fully and then widen my stance. At first I gently stroked my cock to get the erection to full thickness. I stopped masturbating, removed my hands and just let my cock twitch in the morning air. My cock jutted proudly from my body. Then it began to ooze pre cum from the swollen red glands.

Jill cooed as she bent over and licked the bead of clear pre cum with the tip of her velvet tongue. She didn’t suck me or anything. Just that single lick was all she did.

Another of my fantasies was becoming true. I was jerking off before two clothed woman and I wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. It was fantastic. I was giddy from the sensations that flooded my body. My swollen penis was nearing my point of climax.

“I do believe he’s about to shoot Milly!” Jill exclaimed and then began to giggle.

I lock my eyes with Jill’s. She stared at me intently and in a husky, sultry voice ordered me to stop playing with myself.

Before I could do anything else Jill grabbed my still turgid swollen penis and looked at Milly. “I think we should give him the treatment like old times? What do you think Milly darling?” she purred.

Milly said nothing. She sipped her morning coffee once more, placed the cup on the table and nodded yes.

Now I really was puzzled.

Milly left the room and returned with a large overnight bag. She opened the bag and removed a pair of handcuffs. She took my left hand and slipped the cuff onto my bare wrist. Very quickly, as if she had had much practice, she grabbed my right wrist and had me handcuffed behind my back in less than 2 seconds.

“Now,” Milly announced. “I believe James is ready for his training.”

“Training?” I asked with a searching look.

“Oh yes.” Jill answered. “Milly and I have trained many a lad. Bayan escort Isn’t that right old girl.”

“Quite right Jillian.”

“Mildred you are so naughty.”

Both of these sexy matrons were addressing each other very formally. I was getting this weird feeling that from this moment on my life would be different.

Jillian placed a hand on each shoulder and pushed me down ordering me to my knees. She then removed her house coat and stood before me in her glorious naked beauty,

She was fat. Her belly was round and protruded but did not have a belly apron. I had never seen such wide hips on a woman before. They must have been 48 inches. Her pubic hair was grey and spread across the expanse of her belly. Hair grew up to her navel creating a diamond effect.

The heavy matron sat in the her chair and spread her plump thighs. I could smell the dankness of her pussy.

Her next command rang in my ears.

“Suck my cunt!’ Jillian then pushed the back of my head towards her exposed cunt.

I tried hard to lick her pussy, but due to the angle could not get my tongue into her honey pot very far.

“Wait!” she said and then repositioned her bottom and pulled up her legs so that the feet rested on the seat of her chair. She spread her labia and then ordered me to continue.

Oh my God. This was so exciting. I had my face securely placed between her labia and began to apply my oral skills to her now very wet pussy.

“That’s my boy. Lick your Mistress Jillian’s cunt well.” She encouraged in a low husky barely audible voice.

Lady Mildred as she was now introduced to me had removed a strap on harness from the bag and was now naked except for the jutting dildo. This contraption I learned later had a vibrating dildo that Milly would insert in to her pussy. When ever she fucked someone with it she could also stimulate herself to an orgasm.

As I licked Mistress Jillian’s cunt I could feel Lady Mildred apply a cool gel to my anus. Now this was getting a little weird.

“Jillian darling, would you mind lying on the carpet in the front room so I can have some fun too?” Lady Mildred asked in a sweet voice.

Mistress Jillian who had had her eyes closed opened them saw the strap on and answered, “Why certainly. We can’t Escort leave you out of the fun now can we?”

I looked behind me and saw the leather harness and cream colored dildo. I must have had a panicked look on my face because Lady Mildred quickly reassured me that neither of them would dream hurting their precious boy toy.

The three of us quickly moved to the front room. Jillian laid on her back bending her knees she grabbed both of her ankles and spread her fat thighs wide. Her womanly scent of hot juicy pussy was strong and inviting.

I was instructed to kneel with my face in her open cunt and to lick her to orgasm. Lady Mildred straddled my ass and gently inserted the dildo.

At first the entry of the dildo was intimidating, but not unpleasant. She was skillful and over the next several minutes had entered my ass up to the dildo’s root. Then she began to ease the dildo in and out.

My cock was engorged and bouncing with each beat of my heart. Lady Mildred reached around and caressed my balls squeezing each in its turn. After that she pulled on my scrotum before grasping my hard cock in her cool strong fingers.

I would have loved to been able to witness the scene or had someone record on film the most wonderful sexual experience of my life. Oh well I cannot complain I still have the memories.

As Lady Mildred fucked my ass harder. I was continuing my oral loving of Mistress Jillian’s cunt. I lapped her sweet juices and pushed my nose into her womanhood to immerse myself fully in her fragrance.

Jillian had placed her heavy calves on my shoulders, gripped the back of my head and pushed me into her pussy.

“Oh my God!!!” She screamed as she bucked her pussy against my willing face and mouth. “I am going to cummmmm…” She squirmed and cussed. “Lick my cunt harder ….Oh God….Yes ….Yes oh, yes”

I obeyed my wonderful Mistress Jillian’s command.

Pressure was building in my groin too. Lady Mildred fucked me with more intensity and jerked me off with renewed vigor.

Having my face full of a beautiful woman’s cunt I could only grunt as I shot my load of pent up sperm onto the oriental carpet.

The lovely Lady Mildred had also come with us.

We lay together panting on the thick carpet. Our love juices filled the room with the unmistakable odor of sex. We had all three kissed and lovingly caressed one another. Each of us was very content.

As I lay there the thought occurred to me that I really had crossed a new threshold. I wonder what the future hold?

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Chapter 1 Exhibitionists and Voyeurs

Sitting at the patio table in my wheelchair, I could not keep from staring at the sexy sight before me. Lying on a lounge chair, no more than ten feet from me was a lovely naked woman. Her legs were spread, with her one leg bent. This gave me an unobstructed view of her almost hairless crotch. It was obvious this woman was an exhibitionist; she was getting off being watched.

As I stared, her red nailed fingers began to twist the tuft of hair at the apex of her slit. In a short time the pink lips began to part. I could not tell if her arousal was caused by her playful fingers or by the excitement of being watched.

Gazing along her flat belly, I could see her smiling, as my eyes came to rest on the two tanned breasts rising like mountains from her chest. As I ogled her large breasts her pink tongue slid along her red lips, giving them a moist, inviting sheen. I could not see if she was looking at me because she had on sunglasses, but I knew she was putting on a show for me.

As I stared at the erotic vision before me, I noticed her finger start to gently circle the top of her cleft. Gradually her pink erect clitoris began to emerge from its protective sheath. Slowly the red nailed digit began to disappear into the moistening crevice. I could not believe what I was seeing. This wanton vixen was blatantly masturbating herself on a public beach, knowing full well I was watching. It was obvious she was enjoying the affect she was having on me. The white loin cloth I was wearing was beginning to rise. Soon my arousal could be clearly seen by any who cared to look. All I could think of was driving my throbbing erection into the moist pink cleft only ten feet away from me.

My lust fantasy burst like a soap bubble when a voice queried, “Were you thinking of me or is that tent between your legs for someone else?” Setting our drinks on the table Cinnamon plunked her naked brown ass on my lap inquiring, “Do you like the scenery around here?” Brushing her fingers over my flag pole, Cinnamon asked with a laugh, “Are you surrendering? I can see your white flag waving. I guess you are hoping to be raped and pillaged.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I stuttered. “I was just doing some people watching while I waited for you to come back with the drinks.”

“I can see the people you were watching. I think she enjoys putting on a show as much as you savor the sight.” Turning so I could see the entire length of Cinnamon’s body she asked, “Don’t you think I have as much to offer as her? I might even have more!” She laughed, giving her breasts a shake.

After surveying Cinnamon’s nude brown body from her black curly hair to her glossy white toenails I agree. She has more to offer. Her 37DD 27 37 frame is more voluptuous. The gold nipple rings, the belly button ring, the clit hood ring, and the rings in each of her labia lips give Cinnamon a primitive erotic look. I also like her clean shaved pubis better then the tuft of hair on the other woman.

Giving me a mischievous smile, Cinnamon turned to face the other woman’s male companion whispering, “I think I can give her friend a better show than she gave you. You know I’m shameless when it comes to flaunting my body.”

“You sure are!” I agreed, nestling the shaft of my bobbing erection along the crack of Cinnamon’s firm brown buns. “I love to watch you make other men hard. It makes them so envious of me. Give him your hottest show! Let him see you cream all over my legs!”

Sitting squarely on my lap, Cinnamon spread her legs, placing her gold high heeled sandals firmly on the cement. This gave her leverage to raise and rotate her hips. The position also gave the other woman’s male companion an unobstructed view of Cinnamon’s voluptuous body.

Grabbing her drink, Cinnamon took a sip, moistening her pouting mouth. Slowly the pink tip of her tongue began to caress her glistening red lips. Replacing the glass on the table, Cinnamon slipped the tip of her white nailed finger into her mouth. Slowly she began to slide the digit between her closed lips, as she sensually sucked. The way she did this reminded me of the great blow jobs she gave.

When cinnamon had the attention of the male across from her, she moved her wet finger to her left nipple. Slowly she began to circle the bud. With the fingers of her other hand, Cinnamon began to fiddle with the gold ring hanging from her right nipple. When the left nipple was shiny with spit, Cinnamon began to tug on the glittering ring. As she toyed with the shining hoops, her pink lipstick covered nipples began to stiffen.

When both nipples were rock hard, Cinnamon held her hands out, palms up, ordering, “Squirt some sun screen onto my palms! I don’t want my tits to get to much sun and turn dark. I like them the way they are.”

I did not have to be told a second time. Grabbing the sun screen from the table, I squirted some of the warm liquid onto the palms of Cinnamon’s hands. With slow, sensuous strokes Cinnamon began to knead the thick creamy fluid into her Escort bayan large, firm brown breasts. As she massaged the under sides of her breasts, Cinnamon cupped the heavy globes with her hands, offering them to the audience.

Looking over her shoulder I could see the impact Cinnamon’s show was having on the man sitting across from her. His black thong was bulging to the point where it must be causing him pain. His female companion was also staring in Cinnamon’s direction. Like the others, I was not immune to the hot show. Cinnamon’s unabashed exhibitionism had my throbbing cock leaking juice onto her back. She enjoyed flaunting her sexy body, as much as I liked watching her do it.

With her breasts shining with sun screen, Cinnamon slid her palms along her sides. Slowly she caressed her ribs and belly, working the oil into her fragrant, firm flesh. Reaching the naval, she commenced to toy with the gold belly button ring, drawing attention to her sexy center. This was not the end of her fingers journey. The best part was yet to come.

Ever so slowly her hands traveled over her abdomen until they reached the top of her pubis. Sliding to the inside of her thighs, Cinnamon raised herself up, parting her legs even wider. Massaging the tanning oil along the inside of her thighs, Cinnamon inched her way up to her shaved crotch. Gently she began to massage the skin of her pubis, making it glisten with sun screen. As she kneaded the flesh the lips of her vagina began to open like a flower. The watchers could now see the dew pink folds of Cinnamon’s inner labia. By the way her pink love flower was opening it was obvious she was becoming aroused.

Carefully Cinnamon slid a white nailed finger along the puffy pink lips of her labia. Soon Cinnamon’s ministrations had her lips shimmering with the love juices flowing from her excited vagina. As her fingers glided up and down the moist lips, Cinnamon slightly raised her hips, giving her pelvis a gentle thrust toward the watchers. This ensured that everyone’s attention was riveted on her vagina.

Slowly Cinnamon wormed a finger of each hand into her weeping vagina, pulling the lips further apart. This gave the voyeurs a view of the inside of Cinnamon’s cunt. It also caused more juice to escape from her over heated cleft. I could feel it running onto my legs, making them sticky.

Continuing to hold her cunt wide open, Cinnamon moved her thumbs to the hard bud of her clitoris. Clasping the slick pink finger of flesh between her thumbs, Cinnamon began to rub. By now her extraordinarily long clit was clearly visible to all.

Raising her butt, Cinnamon arched her back, thrusting her pelvis in a lewd simulation of fucking. Throwing back her head, she began to moan, while continuing to stimulate her clit. Cinnamon was about to climax!

“O fuck! Fill me up with your cock!” Cinnamon gasped, as she fingered her cunt. Raising her hips higher, she moved back until the head of my cock was resting between the open wet lips of her labia. Removing her fingers from her cleft, Cinnamon held my shaft in place. With a quick downward thrust of her hips Cinnamon impaled herself on my rigid erection.

Quivering with passion, Cinnamon moaned, “O yes! You fill me so good! Your big fat cock is just what I needed!”

Cinnamon’s hands began to maul her tits, while the muscles in her vagina squeezed my aching shaft. I had to grab her around the waist to keep her from falling. I could feel her body quivering with the release of the built up sexual tension, while soft grunts of pleasure escaped from her lips.

Looking past Cinnamon’s shoulder, I could see the couple staring in wide eyed amazement at the lewd show taking place before them. They could not believe that a live sex show was taking place before there eyes. Right there, on a public beach in Jamaica, a beautiful brown woman was riding a hard white cock.

The couple was so engrossed in the action that they did not realize what they were doing. He had pulled his thong off, while slowly fisting his erection. She was sitting on the edge of her lounge chair with three fingers moving in and out of her vagina. They had become so enmeshed in the sizzling fantasy Cinnamon was creating that they did not realize they were no longer mere voyeurs, but had become participants. They were trapped by the lusty spell woven by Cinnamon.

When Cinnamon had regained her self control, she whispered, “Wheel over to them.”

Raising her feet, Cinnamon kept her legs spread while I maneuvered the wheelchair toward the mesmerized couple. When we were only a couple of feet from them, Cinnamon slid her fingers between my shaft and the walls of her vagina. With her fingers dripping with love cream, Cinnamon moved one hand before each of the stunned watchers noses.

“Can you smell my excitement? Cinnamon asked, waving the fingers before their noses. “Lick it! Taste me!” Cinnamon ordered, putting a finger in each of their open mouths. “Do I taste good? Come back to our room and you can have more. I know you want Bayan escort some of my hot brown cunt!”

Cinnamon knew she had them under her spell. They could not resist her invitation. With out a second thought, Cinnamon stood, letting my cock pop from her drooling cunt. Grabbing the handles of the wheelchair Cinnamon commenced a brisk walk back to our room. With out a backward look, Cinnamon knew the enthralled couple would follow like lambs.

When we were all in the room Cinnamon ordered, “Close the door!” Leaning over the wheelchair she again commanded, “Lick my ass hole! I don’t care who does it, but do it good!” Bent over the wheelchair with her mouth inches from my ear Cinnamon whispered, “Lets amuse ourselves with these two! I can get these sheep to do anything you or I want them to. Help me think up things to get them to do.”

Standing Cinnamon mused, “The ass licking is not bad, but I need my cunt serviced too.” Fixing the woman with a stern stare, Cinnamon ordered, “Bitch, get over here and lap my cunt like a dog! Your man can continue to stick his nose up my ass hole!”

Watching the spectacle taking place before was making my erection ache for release. Seeing the woman kneeling before Cinnamon, face buried in her cunt gave me an idea. Earlier I had been thinking of fucking this strange cunt; now I would.

Lowering myself to the carpet, I growled, “Baby, my cock is aching for release from the squeezing you gave it earlier. I’m going to fuck this bitch, while she eats you out! When I’m done with her she will not be satisfied with another man!” Lying on my back between her spread knees, I laughed, “Her hole will be so stretched that her man’s cock will feel like a size 8 foot in a size 12 boot.”

Grabbing her by the waist, I pulled her down until the head of my rigid cock was probing the entrance to her tunnel. Holding her in this position I allowed my knob to become coated with her love juice. When her cream began to trickle down my shaft, I started to pull on her hips, forcing my cock head into her tight hole.

As my slick shaft slowly began to enter her snug snatch, I growled, “O fuck Cinnamon! This bitch has a tight cunt! It’s a good thing she’s so wet or I’d have to drill her new hole.”

“I hope you enjoy her cunt, baby!” Cinnamon exclaimed, as she held the woman’s face against her crotch. “Bitch, do you like my man’s big cock? He’s going to fill you up like no other man ever did.” Wrapping her fingers in the woman’s hair, Cinnamon pushed hard ordering, “Show me how much you appreciate the big cock you’re getting! Dig your tongue into my cunt! Suck my clit! That’s the way! I think she’s starting to get off on your cock, baby.”

“I’m almost all the way in!” I grunted, giving an upward thrust with my hips. “Shit, she’s tight and wet.” With a firm grip on her hips, I began to guide her up and down on my shaft commanding, “Move on it bitch! That’s the way. Faster!” The way this woman’s tunnel grasped my erection felt great. I could feel her vaginal muscles grip my shaft, as she moved up and down its length. When she started to grind and rotate her hips, I knew she was getting into the action. Wanting to make her go wild, I moved my fingers from her hip to her clit. Finding the bud, I started to tickle it. I soon had her humming into Cinnamon’s cunt.

“What ever you are doing to her baby, keep it up.” Cinnamon gasped. “She’s hitting the right spot! I’m going to come!”

“So am I!” I exclaimed, pulling the woman hard against my crotch and holding her there. “O fuck! Here it comes!” I cried, as wad after wad of hot spunk blasted from my twitching cock into her grasping cunt.

Cinnamon was not far behind me. As I emptied my sperm into the woman, Cinnamon began to yell out her pleasure. Holding her head with both hands, Cinnamon commenced to grind her crotch against the woman’s face, covering it with cunt cream. With me gripping her hips and Cinnamon clutching her head, we had the woman trapped between us.

When Cinnamon’s body ceased its quivering, she released her grip on the woman’s head ordering, “Clean up my man’s cock. Make sure you get every drop!”

Quickly she rose up allowing my deflating cock to slide from her dripping hole. Soon, like a good puppy, she was licking and slurping at my shaft. The way she sucked on my knob felt great. If she kept this up for long, I would be hard again.

Reaching behind her Cinnamon pulled the man away from her ass hole saying, “Since you are so good with your tongue you are going to eat my man’s sperm out of your woman’s cunt.” With the man kneeling between his woman’s legs Cinnamon ordered, “Put your face in her cunt and start eating! Does it taste good? Bitch, is he doing a good job?”

With her mouth full of my cock, the woman mumbled a reply saying, “Yes. It feels good.”

Taking my eyes from the head bobbing up and down on my cock, I watched Cinnamon getting ready to give the man a big surprise. She was buckling on the harness that held her strap-on dildo. With the black leather harness Escort in place, Cinnamon inserted a medium sized black dildo into the holder. Taking some lubricant from the dresser top, she greased the head of the fake phallus. When the knob was thoroughly lubricated, Cinnamon moved behind the unsuspecting man.

Standing behind the crouching man Cinnamon taunted, “Have you licked all my man’s cream from your woman’s cunt? Did you enjoy the taste? Now I’m ordering you to mount your woman like she was a bitch in heat! Put your hands on her shoulders like a dog’s paws. “That’s the way. Ram your cock in her wet cunt!”

As I reclined, enjoying the way the woman sucked and tongued my shaft, I could see the man’s cock bobbing between the woman’s legs. When he had a firm hold of her shoulders the man’s erection found its way to the entrance to her weeping gash. With a grunt and a thrust of his hips, I watched his cock disappear into the woman’s stretched cunt. After a few strokes, I could see his erection glistening with the woman’s copious cunt cream. He was really getting into playing the dog mounting the bitch. At the very moment when the man was completely buried in the woman, Cinnamon gave the rutting male her surprise.

Kneeling behind the man, Cinnamon grabbed his hips, forcing the greasy head of the dildo into his ass hole. I could not keep from laughing as the man let out a yelp of surprise. The look of complete astonishment was priceless.

“What the fuck are you doing to my ass?” he cried in stunned surprise.

“What do you think? I’m fucking your ass!” Cinnamon exclaimed, pushing more of the phallus into his anal passage. “You shouldn’t be so surprised. From the ease I had entering you it is obvious you have had a lot of things going in and out your back door.” When Cinnamon’s crotch impacted his butt cheeks with a slap she continued, “I’m buried up to my balls in your ass hole. Doesn’t it feel great? This dildo slid into you easier than a hot knife cuts through butter.”

Watching Cinnamon grind her crotch into the man’s ass, I could see the look of ecstasy coming into her face. The power she had over him was fueling her passion. Cinnamon liked to dominate her subjects. I also knew that the dildo she wore fitted into her crotch in such a way that it stimulated her clit. This added to the lust she derived from her domination.

Cinnamon no longer cared how roughly she rammed the phallus into his ass. The harder the better. She was lost in her own frenzied passion. Cinnamon would not slow her frantic thrusting until she had sated her sexual hunger.

My own release was rapidly approaching. This woman knew how to suck a cock. Obviously she had done it many times before. I could feel the head of my cock being massaged by her throat muscles, as she engulfed the entire length of my shaft. When she released my erection from the grasp of her throat, she maintained a tight suction until the head popped from her mouth like a cork from a bottle. She would then tickle the head and shaft with light rapid flicks of her tongue. Returning to the knob, she would repeat the process. She had my whole body quivering with the pent up lust.

Finally I could hold out no longer. When my aching cock head popped from her sucking mouth, I let go with my first shot of sperm. The huge load blasted her between the eyes, running into her eyes and down her cheeks. Before the next load could erupt she had taken a firm hold of my shaft, pointing it at her open mouth. I watched as the next thick wad landed on her pink tongue. Quickly she began to pump my shaft, forcing another load of creamy white jism into her hungry maw. Quicker then a striking snake she had wrapped her lips around my cock head forming a tight seal. She then commenced to suck like the proverbial vacuum cleaner. I could feel the spunk being drawn from deep in my balls. The suction was so intense it hurt, but it was a pleasurable pain.

When it felt like every drop of sperm had been drained from my balls she pulled the head from her tightly clamped lips with a pop. Rubbing the head all over her face she smeared the dregs of my desire onto her forehead and hair. Bending down her head she allowed her brunette hair to cascade over her face. She then wrapped the locks around my shaft wiping the last drops of love cream from my cock.

Watching me climax seamed to drive Cinnamon’s lust to even greater heights. She no longer had any concern for the man whose ass hole she was abusing. As I watched, I could see Cinnamon increase the tempo and ferocity of the thrusting dildo. The glazed, spaced out look coming over Cinnamon’s eyes told me she was rapidly approaching her orgasm.

Suddenly Cinnamon drove the phallus deep into the man’s ass. Arching her back, Cinnamon ground her hips into his butt, crying out with abandon. Digging her white nailed fingers into the firm flesh of his butt cheeks, Cinnamon continued to spew out a continuous stream of incoherent grunts and curses. Taking a firmer grip on his hips, Cinnamon held him in place, as she forced the nub on the end of the dildo to stimulate her clit. Mercilessly she rotated her pelvis against his ass, stirring the phallus inside his anal passage. Cinnamon was giving her body and soul completely to the orgasmic frenzy of lust burning within her.

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Raven was a small town girl, beautiful and shy. She was the desire of every breathing male and the obsession of one man in particular …….. her father. Raven had been raised by him since her mother ran off with a younger man when she was just a small child of 7. Her father, David, could be very strict and yet so lenient all at once. He held onto her with an iron leash, sometimes not even allowing her the simple joys of talking to friends on the telephone.

Unknowingly, it was Raven herself that had brought on this obsession. She would often walk straight from the bathroom, fresh from a bath, completely naked to her bedroom, in full view of her father. Other times she would wear next to nothing, small tight shorts and low cut tops. Often times no bra or panties either. Raven was very comfortable with her sexuality. And she had every right to be, she was gorgeous standing 5’6, 125 lbs, long flowing black hair and dark brown eyes.

Her body was perfectly tanned without a tan line in sight. Her tits were perfectly molded into a voluptuous size 40C. And her ass was shaped like a seductive little heart. So as you can see, it would not be difficult to obsess over such a sexy creature. But Raven never thought twice about her father seeing her like this, he was her daddy and she felt extremely comfortable showing off her body.

Her 19th birthday was fast approaching and she wanted nothing more then to go to Paris with her friends, Gloria and Shannon. But she was apprehensive about approaching her father, she knew it would take some tall talking to get him to agree. And even though the prospect of him saying no scared her, the idea of never seeing Paris frightened her more.

So that night when David came home from work, Raven set her plan into motion. Greeting him in her normal perky bouncy manner, she was ready to get a yes out of him no matter what it took.

“Hello daddy!!!” she said, very excited, “How was work today?”

“Just another day,” answered David, setting his briefcase down and kicking off his shoes.

Raven took a deep breath and tried to summon up the courage to ask her father.

“Daddy?”

“Yes baby?” he answered.

“I need to ask you something but I’m not sure how you’ll answer,” she said, almost in a whisper as she twirled a long strand of her silky black hair in her finger.

David looked at his daughter standing there in her short tight cut off shorts and her tight white see thru tank top. She was a vision of innocence and sex all rolled into one.

“You can ask me anything baby, you know that,” he said, giving him her complete attention.

“Gloria and Shannon want me to go to Paris with them for the summer, can I go????”

“Absolutely not,” he answered immediately.

“Why daddy?!?!?” she said, pouting.

“Because you’re only 18 and you don’t even speak french, Raven,” he snapped.

Raven walked over to the large over stuffed couch that sat beside the fireplace and plopped down, pouting as she threw one leg over the arm.

David sat there carefully scanning his young daughter’s body. He felt his cock grow beneath his black dress slacks. Escort bayan

“Don’t pout my angel, there’s plenty of time to see Paris,” he said.

Raven refused to speak or even look at her daddy, very upset that he didn’t even take time to consider it.

“Not going to speak to me, huh?” he asked.

Raven shook her head no, still looking down at the floor.

“Baby don’t be mad, I just think that 18 is too young to run off to a foreign country when you can’t even speak the language,” he said.

Raven suddenly had an idea. She was going to use her charms to win her daddy’s approval. She stood up and faced David, as he noticed her hot nipples poking out from her top. His dick began to throb and almost ache.

“Daddy, isn’t there anything I can do or say to change your mind?” she asked, dropping to the floor and crawling over to him.

“No Raven, my mind’s made up,” he said.

As she stood there on her knees between his legs, she smiled noticing the thick bulge straining beneath his pants. She reached out and took one of his hands, placing them on her firm young tit. They both moaned in unison as he gripped the firm mound tightly.

“Don’t do this Raven,” he said, “Don’t put daddy in this position.”

He quickly pulled his large hand from her tit, his face red from embarrassment.

“It’s ok daddy,” she whispered, lifting her shirt and exposing her firm young tits, “I won’t tell anyone.”

David stared at his daughter’s perfect tits, his mouth watering. Her nipples were small and tan and her tits so round and sexy.

“Suck my nipples daddy, don’t hold back, it’s just you and me here,” she whispered, sliding her shirt off and tossing it to the floor.

David hesitated for a moment, knowing this was wrong, but he had wanted inside his babygirl for years and now was his chance.

“Oh God, Raven, I’ve never felt tits as perfect as these my whole life,” he said, placing both hands on his daughter’s perfect mounds.

He began rubbing them hard, almost manhandling them as Raven reached down and began rubbing her father’s dick thru his pants.

“God help me Raven, but I want inside you baby,” he moaned, rubbing her tits harder.

Raven stood up and faced her daddy, looking down at his face, his eyes almost red with desire for her.

“If I let you fuck me daddy, then I go to Paris, is that a deal?” she asked, slowly unzipping her tight cut off shorts.

“Yes baby yes, give daddy what he wants and I’ll pay for all three of you to go,” he moaned, watching his babygirl begin to strip for him.

Raven smiled as she continued to unzip her tight little shorts. She giggled playfully as she turned around, back facing her daddy and slowly slid her shorts over her ass and down her long tan legs. David moaned loudly when he saw his daughter was wearing no panties. Her ass was so round and perfect and he got a perfect shot of her asshole as she was bent over.

“Oh God,” he moaned, as she turned around, completely naked.

David wasted no time standing up and unzipping his pants, revealing that he too was not wearing underwear. This Bayan escort excited Raven very much. His massive cock bounced free as his pants slid down to his ankles.

He stood there stroking his thick rod, staring at Raven. He knew right now he could get anything he wanted from his babygirl, he had the trump card.

“You want this?” he whispered as his large hand stroked the throbbing shaft.

“Yes daddy, I want your fat cock,” she moaned.

“Mmm that’s a good girl, now bend over the arm of the couch and put your head down on the cushion,” he instructed.

Raven obeyed her daddy’s request.

“You ready for this baby? Daddy’s gonna pound the shit out of these holes,” he hissed, slipping the head of his cock into his daughter’s tight pussy hole.

“Yes daddy yes,” she purred, slowly moving her hips side to side.

David looked down at his daughter’s beautiful ass and was no longer able to control himself. One swift thrust and he was inside his babygirl’s pussy. He let out a loud groan as her wet hole molded around his shaft. Quickly he began fucking her, he wanted no more time wasted. His large hands took their place on her hips, pulling her succulent ass closer to him so he could see her beautiful asshole.

“Oh God Raven, I never knew you’d feel like this baby,” he groaned, fucking her like a machine.

She could feel his cock tip pressing into her womb. His thrusts pushing her hips into the arm of the couch. She bit her lip several times, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation that such a large dick inside her was bringing. She never wanted this to end. She could feel her daddy’s warm nut sack slapping against her ass with each thrust. His fingers digging into her hips and pulling her closer, jamming his hot cock into his daughter’s fuckhole deeper and deeper.

“Fuck I gotta stop or I’m going to cum,” he moaned, slipping his cock from her pussy.

But before she could say anything, she felt the fat cock head pressing into her asshole.

“I have to fuck your ass baby, I can’t take it anymore,” he hissed.

Raven clutched the couch cushion tightly in her fist, preparing for her daddy’s cock to fuck her virgin asshole.

Another quick stroke and he was inside his daughter’s asshole.

“Oh my fucking God,” he groaned,” this hole’s even better baby.”

He wasted no time beginning to work her asshole. He moved his hips in a circular motion, working it deep into his daughter. Raven put her face into the cushion and bit the material, not wanting to make a sound …….. yet.

David began thrusting harder and deeper, ramming his fat cock up as far as it would go. Raven clamped her ass muscles around her daddy’s dick, milking him and teasing him.

“Thats it baby, be daddy’s whore, work my cock in your ass,” he groaned, pumping her asshole faster.

Several minutes later, when he could no longer hold back he commanded her to get on her knees and face him. He slipped his wet cock from her asshole and grabbed her by the hair as she kneeled before him.

“Lick it baby, lick daddy’s fat cock,” he whispered, jacking his dick Escort off just inches from her mouth.

Raven looked up at her father, smiling and obeying. Her hot teenage tongue slithered from her crimson lips, finally resting upon her daddy’s cock tip. David threw his head back and began jacking off faster. His hips moving at a rapid pace, almost as though he were fucking the air.

“Don’t stop baby, suck daddy’s cock head, suck it tight,” he hissed breathlessly.

Raven began sucking her daddy’s cock head tightly as he instructed. She could smell and taste herself on his flesh and this only excited her more. She began sucking daddy’s cock head almost savagely, sucking it like a lollipop.

“OH SHIT BABY, MMMMMM THAT’S IT, PUT YOUR MOUTH ON DADDY’S COCK, I’M CUMMING!!!!!,” he screamed, spraying her mouth and lips and chin with his hot seed.

Rope after rope of hot thick semen coated his babygirl’s face and mouth. His hips bucked wildly as he grabbed her hair tighter, pushing her mouth all the way down on his cock. Raven never missed a drop of her daddy’s seed. She sucked him like a pro as the last of the cum leaked from his cock tip.

David slowly released the grip he had on his daughter’s long silky hair. He just stood there for a moment, his legs shaking and his spent dick bobbing in front of Raven’s mouth.

“Mmmm you are such a good little girl Raven,” he whispered breathlessly.

She stood up and took her daddy’s hand and led him to the couch so he could rest. She sat there next to him looking at his sexy fat cock, which was still in his right hand. She put her hand on top of his and slowly together they both began jacking him off again. Raven looked into her daddy’s eyes and leaned in and kissed him powerfully.

David quickly responded to this by pulling her onto his lap.

“I want to fuck you again baby, please,” he begged, letting his cock slip back inside his daughter.

Raven didn’t say a word, she just straddled her daddy and began riding his cock again. Her moans and dirty words filled their small living room as they sat on the couch, father and daughter having the best sex either one of them had ever had. David placed his hands on her shoulders, pulling her down further onto his cock. His hips bucked up, meeting her pussy and fucking her deep. Raven’s heavy tits bounced as she rode her daddy’s fat cock.

Within minutes David had cum again, this time filling his daughter with his seed.

Raven kissed her father again, slowly rocking on his cock as it softened inside her. She gently put her head on his chest, as he ran his fingers thru her hair.

“I always want to do this Raven,” he whispered,”I want to be the only cock that you fuck in your life.”

Raven smiled and agreed that from now on her daddy would be the only one to fuck her.

The afternoon wore on and they both fell asleep. David’s cock never left its spot.

Later the next day, Raven awoke to find a note from her father :

“Baby, daddy’s at work, I will see you tonight and be ready for more of what we had yesterday. Oh and as promised, here is my credit card. Call your friends and make the arrangements. I love you, Dad.”

Raven jumped up, hollering and screaming in complete excitement. She smiled as she dialed the number for the airline. Sometimes in this life, to get what you want, you must do what others want.

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Die Enttäuschung und dann doch noch eine “Double Penetration”

Ich war schon sehr früh am Set, gut gelaunt und zu allem bereit. Nach und nach trafen die anderen ein, auch einige neue Gesichter die ich vorher noch nicht gesehen habe. Als Mike erschien rudelte sich alles zusammen um die Anweisungen für den ersten Dreh entgegenzunehmen.

„Guten Morgen allerseits! Alles fit für heute?” fragte Mike in die Runde und alle nicken zustimmend.

„Na dann können wir ja loslegen. Die erste Szene drehen wir mit Shyla und Marc, Crissy du arbeitest den beiden zu, unterstützt sie, greifst aber selbst nicht wirklich ein.” Mit einem Blick auf Marcs schlaffen Penis fügte er hinzu, „Du kannst ja schon mal Marc ein wenig auf den Dreh vorzubereiten. Und noch was, wir machen heute keine Stills.”

Ich protestierte lautstark, „Mike, ich dachte du hast was Besseres für mich zu tun. Das kann ja jede Tussi.”

„Was du denkst zählt hier nicht!” fauchte er mich an, „Du machst was ich dir sage oder du bist raus.”

Sofort zog ich meinen nicht vorhandenen Schwanz ein und beeilte mich ein „OK. Ich habe es verstanden.” herauszupressen.

„Und das ist auch gut so.” erwiderte er, und zu den anderen gerichtet, „Ihr habt noch Pause … bis ich euch brauche.”

Shyla war schon etwas älter, eine MILF, hatte aber immer noch eine attraktive Figur und offensichtlich einiges Geld in Silikon angelegt um ihre Oberweite zu pushen. Ihre Möpse hatten fast die Größe von Fußbällen, waren fest und wirklich beeindruckend. Ihre Beine steckten in langen roten Stiefeln, welche nur mehr einen winzigen Saum der schwarzen Netzstrümpfe an ihren Oberschenkeln zeigten. Um ihre Hüften spannte sich ein spitzenbesetzter Strumpfhalter, auch in Schwarz, an dessen Strapsen die Netzstrümpfe straff befestigt waren. Auf Slip und BH hatte sie verzichtet, ihre fast total rasierte Pussy war unbedeckt.

Ich reichte ihr die Hand und stellte mich kurz vor „Hallo, ich bin Crissy. Wie heißt du?”

„Ich heiße Shyla!” antwortete sie knapp mit einem typisch amerikanischen Akzent.

Mehr war im Moment von ihr nicht zu erfahren. Deshalb wendete ich mich Marc zu, der völlig nackt neben ihr stand. „Hallo Marc, ich bin Crissy. Freue mich schon mit dir zu drehen.”

Hallo Crissy.” erwiderte er, „Die Freude ist ganz auf meiner Seite.”

„Dann lass uns mal mit Aufwärmen beginnen.”, forderte ich ihn mit Blick auf seine nicht vorhandene Erektion auf.

Vor ihm kniend ergriff ich seinen schlaffen Schwanz und begann ihn langsam zu wichsen. Ich schob die Vorhaut abwechselnd zurück und wieder nach vor, dabei leckte ich mehrmals über seine Eichel und sein Penis begann langsam anzuschwellen. Seine Nille drängte zwischen meine Lippen und ich ließ in gewähren, ohne allzu fest zu saugen. Sein Ständer wuchs, ich fand es an der Zeit, dass er ihn anderwärtig einsetzt und zog mich zurück.

„Shyla bist du bereit?” Sie nickte nur kurz zustimmend, „Dann fangen wir an. Kamera und Ton ab!”

Shyla lag mit leicht gespreizten Beinen auf dem Doppelbett und las ein Buch. Es dürfte sich um eine erotische Lektüre gehandelt haben, da ihre Hand zwischen ihre Schenkel wanderte und begann die Knospe ihrer Ritze zu bearbeiten.

„Aahhh … Uuuuhhh …” stöhnte sie laut und drei ihrer Finger drangen durch die fülligen Fotzenlippen, bohrten sich in ihr forderndes Loch.

„Marc, dein Einsatz”, kam es von Mike und Marc, nunmehr angezogen, betrat die Szene und spielte den Entrüsteten.

„Mann, du besorgt es dir hier selbst, von mir lässt du dich schon seit Monaten nicht mehr bumsen. Was soll die Scheiße?”

„Marc, es tut mir leid. Aber das Buch …” stammelte sie, „… das ist so erotisch spannend und da hat es mich überkommen.”

„Scheiß auf das Buch.” erwiderte er, entriss ihr das Buch und schleuderte es in die Ecke.

Sie erkannte ihre Chance, umschlang seinen Hals mit ihren Armen und zog ihn zu sich hinunter. Ihre Lippen fanden seinen Mund, ihre Zunge bahnte sich den Weg in seinen Rachen. Damit war sein Zorn gebrochen und er ließ sich neben sie aufs Bett fallen. Während sie sich tief und innig küssten wanderte seine Hand zwischen ihre Schenkel, welche sie augenblicklich öffnete, und schon spielten seine Finger mit den Lippen ihrer Spalte und mit der kleinen Perle dazwischen.

Keuchend genoss sie sein Fingerspiel, presste ihm ihren Schoß entgegen und zwei seiner Finger flutschten in die blanke Fotze. Rasch schob er einen dritten und dann noch einen vierten hinterher, begann ihre Möse zu ficken.

„Jaaaa, jaaaa … ohhhh tut das gut.” schrie sie laut heraus, Escort bayan während sie den Reißverschluss seiner Hose öffnete und seinen mittlerweile strammen Schwanz herausholte. Sie begann ihn heftig zu wichsen, inzwischen zog er seine Finger aus der klatschnassen Spalte um dann seine gesamte Hand an ihrer Pforte zu platzieren.

Er wollte ihr zeigen was sie an ihm hat, presst seine Finger fest zusammen und drückte seine Fingerspitzen durch die gespreizten Fotzenlippen in ihr geweitetes Loch. Bald war seine ganze Hand in ihrem Unterleib verschwunden, ihre gedehnten Fotzenlippen umspannen straff sein Handgelenk.

„Oooooh mein Gott!” presste sie keuchend zwischen ihren Lippen hervor, warf den Kopf in ihren Nacken und ließ vor Schreck von seinem Lümmel.

„Ja Baby.” sprudelte es aus ihm heraus, „Jetzt kannst du mal erleben was erotisch ist. Da kann dein blödes Buch nicht mit.”

Und rammte seine Faust, neben ihr kniend, immer heftiger in ihren Fickkanal.

„Crissy,” rief mir Mike zu, „kümmere dich um seinen Schwengel” und zeiget auf den nach unten baumelnden Schwanz von Marc.

Ich tänzelte auf meinen hohen Pumps in die Szene, sonst war ich nackt, und ließ mich neben den beiden auf das breite Bett fallen. Rücklings schob ich mich zwischen seine Schenkel bis sich seine Männlichkeit genau ober meinem Gesicht befand. Ich ergriff seine harte Stange, öffnete meine Lippen, zog ihn zu mir herunter und seine pochende Nille glitt in meinen Mund. Ich begann zu saugen, er stöhnet leise auf und fickte Shylas nassen Schlitz mit seiner Faust umso heftiger. Wie ein Dampfkolben hämmerte seine Faust in ihren Schoß, während er mich mit kräftigen Stößen in den Mund fickte.

Mit einer Hand stützte ich mich auf dem Bett ab um seinen Bewegungen etwas entgegenzuwirken, da ertastete ich etwas unter der Bettdecke. Meine Hand schlüpfte unter die Decke und ergriff das Ding. Es war ein noppenbesetzter Dildo … was für ein Glück, denn mein Zuckerfötzchen war bereits quatschnass und konnte etwas Entspannung gebrauchen.

Ich ergriff den Gummischwanz, schaltete ihn an und führte seine vibrierende Spitze zwischen die wulstigen Lippen meiner Spalte.

Marcs Schwanz in meiner Kehle verhinderte, dass ich laut aufschrie als der pulsierende Dildo tief in meine Furche wanderte. Ich begann mein Fickloch mit kräftigen Stößen des vibrierenden „Freundes” zu ficken, wurde aber schon in Kürze aus meiner Erregung gerissen.

„Crissy aus der Szene.” rief uns Mike zu, „Mark du fickst jetzt Shyla in den Arsch.”

Enttäuscht schlich ich vom Set. Ich hatte mir ehrlich gesagt mehr erwartet. Das bisschen Blasen und der Dildo konnten meine Lust nicht wirklich befriedigen, und ich beschloss mir einen Kaffee zu gönnen.

Es waren nur ein paar Darstellerinnen an der Bar, einige von ihnen hatten einen Buttplug in ihrem Hintern, bereiteten sich offensichtlich auf einen „Anal” vor. Ich beneidete sie.

Als ich meinen Kaffee fast ausgetrunken hatte kam Jenny die Assistentin angehastet. Ich wunderte mich wie sicher sie sich auf den hohen Absätzen bewegte, heute waren es schwarze Louboutin Plattformstiefel in kniehoher Ausführung. Bei ihrem Verdienst schätzte ich waren es Fakes, aber sie sahen mit den roten Sohlen und den hohen Absätzen gut aus.

„Crissy.” rief sie mir noch immer außer Atem zu, „Du sollst dich anziehen und auf einen Analfick vorbereiten.”

Meine Miene hellte sich sofort auf. „Was soll ich anziehen?”

„Komm mit. Es ist schon alles vorbereitet.”, erwiderte sie und ich folge ihr in Richtung Ankleide.

Etwas KY-Gleitgel auf den Analplug aufgetragen, auch ein bisschen auf meine Rosette und schon drückte ich den Plug komplett in meinen Hintereingang. Nun wendete ich mich der für mich vorbereiteten Bekleidung zu.

Ein Paar hautfarbene Nylons, ein spitzenbesetztes Set aus Strapsgürtel, BH und Tanga in Pink, eine weiße Bluse mit schwarzem, knielangen Rock, komplettiert mit schwarzen Pumps.

Ich legte den Strapsgürtel um meine Hüften, schloss ihn, streife die dünnen Nylonstrümpfe über meine Beine und hakte die Strümpfe an den Strapsen ein. Dann folgte der BH, der meine üppigen Brüste gut formte, meine bereits etwas harten Nippel drückten sich etwas durch die transparente Spitze. Schnell streifet ich noch die Bluse über, stieg in den Rock und schlüpfte in die Pumps. Dann waren da noch Brillen … ich setzte sie auf und blickte in den Spiegel. Wow, ich sah aus wie eine Businessmanagerin. Aber irgend etwas fehlte … ach ja der Tanga. Schnell streifte ich ihn über meine schlanken Beine und der String glitt Bayan escort zwischen meine Pobacken hielt den Buttplug in seiner Position.

Keine Sekunde zu früh. Jenny tauchte auf und forderte mich auf, „Bist du fertig Crissy? Du bist dran.” und fügte hinzu, „Du siehst gut aus.”

„Danke.” Ich nickte zustimmend, folgte ihr zum Set. Unsere Absätze zauberten auf den Fliesen ein Stakkato und kündigten unser Kommen an.

Das Set ist war Büro eingerichtet und außer dem Drehteam, hatten sich John … „The Bull” genannt, Sharon … die ich vom ersten Drehtag kannte und die ebenfalls ein Business-Outfit trug und ein Weißer, den sie Steve riefen, eingefunden. Die Männer trugen dunkle Anzüge und wenn man uns so sah könnte man wirklich glauben wir seien eine Gruppe Manager.

Mike wies uns an, „Wir beginnen mit einer alltäglichen Büroszene. Crissy du arbeitest am Computer… machst Steve an und ihr startet wie üblich mit Blasen, Lecken dann Fick im Stehen von hinten.”

Ich unterbrach ihn, „Anal?”

„Nein. Erst normal, anal dann später.”, kam seine präzise und kurze Antwort, und er fuhr fort, „Sharon … nimm dir den Bullen vor … du weißt schon Standardprogramm … alles Weitere während wir drehen.”

„Seid ihr soweit?” fragte er in die Runde.

Wir hatten bereits an unseren Schreibtischen Platz genommen und nickten zustimmend.

„Ab gehts. Ton und Kamera ab.”

Ich tippte in die Tasten, die anderen waren auch in Akten vertieft oder arbeiteten an den Bildschirmen. Zufällig schob ich eine Aktenmappe über den Rand des Tisches, sie fiel zu Boden und der Inhalt verteilte sich am Boden.

Mit den Worten „Das fehlt gerade noch.” stand ich auf und machte mich daran die Papiere einzusammeln. Ich musste meinen Rock etwas hochschieben, beugte mich nach vorn und drehte John meine Hinterseite zu.

Mit gierigen Blicken musterte er meine bestrumpften Beine, und der lange Schlitz im Rock erlaubte einen tiefen Einblick auf meine Hinterbacken. Er lockerte seine Krawatte, ging um den Schreibtisch herum und bot mir seine Hilfe an.

„Kann ich dir helfen Crissy?”

„Gerne,” erwiderte ich, „ich habe jede Menge Arbeit und da passiert mir auch noch dieses Missgeschick”

Gemeinsam sammelten wir die Akte ein, doch plötzlich spürte ich seine Hand an der Innenseite meiner Schenkel. Sie wanderte nach oben … fand meinen Tanga … er zog den String mit den Fingern zur Seite und umspielte meine Lippen und die Lustperle. Ich ließ es geschehen.

Aus den Augenwinkeln bemerkte ich, dass auch Sharon und Steve bereits in Aktion getreten waren. Sie saß auf ihrem Bürostuhl, jedes ihrer Beine baumelte über einer der Armlehnen und Steve verwöhnte ihre Lustspalte mit seiner Zunge.

Ich drehte mich zu John um, dessen mächtige Beule in der Hose nicht zu übersehen war, kniete vor ihm und öffnete den Zipper seine Hose. Ich fasste in den Schlitz, ergriff seinen Penis und zog seine mächtige Erektion aus der Hose.

„Ja, Crissy. blas mir die Flöte.”, forderte er mich auf und schob seine Eichel zwischen meine Lippen.

Mit der Zungenspitze leckte ich einige Male über den rosa Kopf seines schwarzen Schwanzes bevor ich in vorsichtig in meinen Mund nahm.

„Aaahhh, tut das gut.” stöhnte er und warf seinen Kopf mit geschlossenen Augen in den Nacken.

Ich ließ in tief in meinen Schlund gleiten, massierte seine harte Stange mit meinen Lippen, und er begann mich in den Mund zu ficken. Ich umklammerte sein Rohr mit meinen Lippen, und der Speichel floss aus meinem Mund, verteilte sich auf meinen Möpsen.

Dann zog er seinen Kolben aus meiner Kehle und wischte mit einer Handbewegung alle Akten von seinem Tisch um Platz zu machen.

„Ich will dich jetzt verwöhnen Baby.” flüsterte er, half mir auf die Beine und legte mich rücklings auf den Schreibtisch. Dann war er auch schon zwischen meinen gespreizten Schenkeln. Ich fühlte seine Zunge zwischen meinen feuchten Fotzenlippen, an meiner Knospe, spürte wie er langsam in meine wartende Möse eindrang um seine Zunge wieder zurückzuziehen und meine pulsierende Clit zu lecken.

„Oooooh … Aaaahhh, ja, ja, Ohhh.” stöhnte ich auf und massierte meine Möpse und Nippel.

Bevor es mir noch kam zog er mich zu ihm, so dass mein Hinterteil an der Kante des Schreibtisches zu liegen kam. Er legte meine Beine über seine Schultern, platzierte die Nille an meiner klatschnassen Pforte und schob seinen dicken Kolben zwischen die Schamlippen. Langsam glitt er tiefer und tiefer in meinen Lustkanal bis er seinen Ständer vollständig in meinen Schoß gebohrt Escort hatte.

Ich stöhnte laut auf, „Ja, … fick mich tief und fest. Schieb mir deinen Prügel in mein geiles Fickloch. Oooooohhhh, wie gut.”

Er trieb mich fast in den Wahnsinn, ficket mich, dass der Schreibtisch knarrte. Immer wieder rammte er seine steife Latte in die Enge meines Unterleibes, löste ungeahnte Gefühle in mir aus. Der Schweiß stand auf seiner Stirn, tropfte auf meine Titten, die sich längst aus dem BH geschält hatten.

Auch Sharon und Steve mussten schon in Schwung gekommen sein. Ich konnte sie nicht sehen, vernahm nur ihre spitzen Schreie. „Ja, Steve … Oh mein Gott … schieb mir deinen Schwanz in meinen Arsch. Ja, ja, ja … Oooooohhh.”

John zog seinen schwarzen Lümmel aus meinem Fickloch, half mir vom Tisch und legte sich auf den Boden. Seine Erektion, glänzend von meinem Mösensaft, stand mächtig nach oben. Schon war ich über ihm, griffe zwischen meine Beine und fasste seinen Schwanz. Mit der rechten Hand führte ich seinen Riemen an meine Fotze und platzierte ihn zwischen den leicht geöffneten Lippen meiner Lustspalte, dann rutschte ich langsam tiefer und ließ den pochenden Schwanz in mich gleiten bis ich seine gesamte Länge in meiner Möse untergebracht hatte. Er lag still am Rücken, seine Augen geschlossen, die Lippen leicht geöffnet, während ich auf seinem harten Speer auf und ab reite.

Nach einiger Zeit spürte ich Hände auf meinem Arsch. Ein kurzer Blick über meine Schulter zeigte, dass es Sharon war. Sie kniete hinter mir, spreizte meine Backen und zog am Plug. Er steckte die ganze Zeit über in meinem Arsch. Langsam weitete sich meine Rosette und der Silikonstopfen schlüpfte aus meinem Darm. Schon war Sharons Zunge zur Stelle, ich fühlte ihre kreisenden Bewegungen an meinem Poloch, wie sie immer wieder die Zungenspitze durch meinen Hintereingang presste.

Spitze Schreie quollen zwischen meinen Lippen hervor „Ooooh … Oooohhhhh.” und ich presste meine Fotze immer kräftiger gegen Johns dicken Prügel, der in mir ein Lust-feuerwerk entfachte.

Was ich nicht sehen konnte, Steve kniete hinter Sharon und rammelte ihren Arsch von hinten. Ich höre nur ihr Stöhnen, „Oooohhhh … ja … fick mich in den Arsch du geiler Bock.”

Ich weiß nicht wie lange wir in dieser Position gefickt hatten, vernahm irgendwann Sharons Stimme, „Los Steve … fick sie in ihren engen Arsch … sie braucht das.”

Sharon zog sich zurück, überließ Steve ihren Platz genau hinter mir. Schon spürte ich seine Hände wie sie meine Arschbacken spreizten, wie die Spitze seines Schwanzes meine Rosette erreichte und versuchte einzudringen.

John zog sich geistesgegenwärtig ein wenig aus meiner Fotze zurück um Steve das Eindringen zu erleichtern, und ohne große Mühe drückte der seine Eichel durch meine Rosette, rutschte hinein in meinen Darm. Mein erster „Double” war Realität.

Behutsam begannen beide ihre Schwänze abwechselnd in meine Ficklöcher zu bohren. Ein unbeschreibliches Gefühl der Ausgefülltheit machte sich in mir breit. Eingeklemmt zwischen den beiden Schwänzen schrie ich meine Lust hinaus.

„Ja … ja … ja … fickt meine beiden Löcher … schiebt eure Prügel tief hinein … Aaahaahhhh … Ooooooohh.”

Keuchend genoss ich den Doppelfick, spürte wie die beiden Prügel, nur durch eine dünne Haut getrennt in meinen Löchern aus und ein glitten. Zum Glück schien Steve nicht allzu groß bestückt zu sein, er passet gut in mein Poloch, ohne meine Rosette zu sprengen.

Die beiden Kolben ackerten mich durch, dass mir fast Hören und Sehen verging. Plötzlich zog Steve seinen Schwanz aus meiner Rosette, schrie laut „Aaaaahhh, mir kommts.” und spritzte mir seinen Saft auf den Arsch und meinen Rücken.

Kurz darauf bedeutete mir auch John mit einem leichten Klaps auf den Po, dass er auch bald soweit ist. Ich glitt runter von seinem Speer, umklammerte ihn mit einer Hand und begann ihn heftig zu wichsen. Sein Stöhnen wurde immer lauter, ich nahm seine zuckende Stange in meinen Mund und bald schoss seine Ficksahne in meinen Rachen. Ich versuchte zu schlucken, doch sein Vorrat war zu groß, ein Teil des Lustsaftes quoll aus meinem Mund und tropfte auf meine üppigen Titten.

Sharon kniete neben Steve, der rücklings neben uns lag, und leckte seinen Schwanz sauber.

„Alles Roger?” fragte Mike.

Alles im Kasten.” bestätigte der erste Kameramann und Mike verkündete, „Mittagspause, Um zwei Uhr gehts weiter.”

Nach der üblichen Kleenex-Putzorgie, entledigte ich mich den Resten meiner Kleidung und streifte meinen Bademantel über.

Ich musste meine Gefühle sortieren … der Doppelfick war genial … das Erlebnis möchte ich nicht mehr missen.

Ich aß ein mitgebrachtes Sandwich, trank etwas und checkte am Smartphone meine E-Mails. Nichts Besonderes, nur einige Spams.

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A cold breeze blew off of the ocean as Michael and his fiancée Ashley stand on the balcony of their rented beach house. They’d only been renting it for a few days, but the rest and relaxation from the big city had already begun to do them good. Alone in the huge two-story beach house with nothing by the ocean and themselves to keep them company, they seemed like the only two people left in the world. And they wouldn’t have it any other way.

Michael wrapped his arm around Ashley’s shoulders, holding her tight against his 5’11 muscular body. His short brown hair blowing in the wind, he stared down at the beautiful vixen he had all to himself. She turned her head upwards, staring into his hazel eyes with her beautiful, shinning green ones. Her shoulder length brown hair whipped around her face as she smiled at her lover. She half-way turned to face him, pressing her ample breasts against Michael’s chest.

Michael leaned down and gently kisses her luscious red lips. She kissed him back, responding to the love he was showing her. He kissed his way along her check, putting his mouth close to her ear.

“Have I told you how much I love you lately?” Michael whispered, teasing her ear with his warm breath.

She giggled softly and pressed harder against him. She liked the way his arms felt around her…how his deep voice sounded in her hear…how he always seemed to know just the right places to….

Michael gently kissed her ear, interrupting her thoughts. He kissed and gently nibbled on her ear lobe, knowing this would start to drive her crazy. He traced his warm wet tongue along the rim of her ear, teasing it gently.

Like a content cat, she made a little purring sound and ran her hands through his hair. She could feel her nipples starting to harden, pressing against her tight shirt. Of course, she wasn’t wearing a bra. She hadn’t been able to wear one for too long in the past few days anyway….

Michael kissed her lips again, gently tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth. She moaned very softly, kissing him harder and pushed her soft tongue in-between his lips. He rubbed his tongue against hers, holding her against him. He ran his hands along her back, holding her closer to his body. He could feel his dick beginning to stir inside his pants, gently pressing against the blocking fabric. She smelled so good and felt so soft in his arms….he couldn’t wait to….

DING DONG!

“Damnit….,” Michael groaned, hearing the doorbell echo through the entire house. He’d been with his baby constantly for the last few days but he never got tired of having her in his arms. Whoever this was at the door could wait—

DING DONG! DING DONG!

Ashley gently pushed herself away from Michael, frowning at the persistence of the person at the door. She looked even more beautiful when she was angry, and Michael hasn’t seen her angrier then when she’s in one of her moods and gets interrupted….

She moved away from Michael and back into the beach house, prepared to throw open the front door and confront whoever was standing there. Michael followed her to the door, angry about the interruption as well. Ashley grabbed the handle and opened the door in a rush, mouth opened to demand what the trespasser wanted.

“ASHLEY!” cried the young female standing on the doorstep. She threw her arms around the startled and speechless Ashley. Michael had no idea who this visitor was, but guessed his fiancée did.

After her initial surprise, Ashley let out a cry of joy and hugged the mysterious stranger back.

“LACEY!” she practically screamed, jumping up and down with the girl in her arms. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. How’d you find me?”

“Well, I had decided to take a much needed vacation and I figured who else to visit but my old friend,” Lacey said as Ashley led her into the house. “I called your mom a few days ago and she told me you were on vacation with your (this surprised me the most) fiancée! I’m guessing this must be him?” she said, looking Escort bayan Michael up and down.

Ashley smiles wide and nods her head yes.

“Wow, you sure know how to pick them,” Lacey whispered semi-quietly to Ashley. “He’s a cute one…”

Michael blushes a little, over hearing Lacey’s remark. The two girls only giggle, seeing the embarrassment Michael’s going through.

“I just wanted to stop in a say hi really. I still have to call a hotel and try and set up a room and everything,” Lacey said, turning back to Ashley. “Do you mind if I borrow your phone for a minute?”

“Nonsense!” Ashley cried, shaking her head at her old friend. “There’s no need for you to waste money to stay at some hotel when we have plenty of room right here. As long as it’s ok with you honey…?” She looks at Michael with those puppy dog eyes.

Michael looks hesitant for a minute, but then nods his consent. How could he say no to his baby? He’s almost never been able to before. After all, she’s just an old friend of Ashley’s. She won’t get in the way too much….

Later on that night, Ashley had made sure Lacey was all set up in the extra room inside the house. By the time everyone was settled in though, it was starting to get late and Lacey said she was tired from her trip. So instead of spending the night catching up like Ashley had wanted, everyone instead decided to get an early night’s sleep.

Michael and Ashley said goodnight to Lacey and went into their room. As Ashley was taking off her clothes to prepare for sleep, Michael came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned back against him and sighed.

“I’m sorry about the interruption before Mikey….I didn’t know she was going to come and visit. If I’d known I would have told her this week was a bad week. But I couldn’t just let her stay in a hotel all by herself in a strange town….” Ashley said, asking Michael for forgiveness.

“No, no, it’s ok baby. I know you two were really good friends and you couldn’t just let her do that. We’ve only got a couple days left with the house, so I can put up with it,” Michael said, giving Ashley a hug.

She turned around in Michael’s arms and looked up into his eyes. He leaned down and gently kissed her lips. She kissed him back hard, beginning to slip back into the mood from before. Their tongues played inside each others mouths as Michael’s hands roamed along Ashley’s back. His finger tips slid along her skin, sending shivers of pleasure throughout her whole body.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this now…” Michael said, looking towards the closed door to the room. “With Lacey here and everything….”

“Ssssshhhhh!” Ashley said, kissing him again. “She’s exhausted from her trip and probably fell asleep right away, she won’t hear anything. Besides, she’s a big girl. She knows what we’d be doing and is ok with it.”

Michael smiled and kissed her back, giving in to the pent up lust and love built up inside him. He moved his hands lower down her back, gently running his hands over her firm ass. He gently squeezed each cheek and gave one a little smack.

“Mikey!” Ashley giggled, putting her hands around his neck and kissing him harder. “Careful with the roughness….”

Michael picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on with her hands around his neck. He carried her over to the huge bed they shared, laying her down with her head on the pillows. He began to kiss her neck, gently sucking on it just the way she liked. He didn’t suck too hard though, not wanting to leave any tell-tale marks that Lacey might find the next day….

Michael ran his hands along her stomach as he kissed her neck, running his wet and warm tongue along her soft skin. He kissed his way along her neck down to her shirt line, running his long fingers all along her flat stomach.

“Your shirt’s in the way baby,” Michael whispered, looking into Ashley’s eyes.

“Then get it out of the way….” Ashley whispered back, smiling Bayan escort mischievously.

Michael made Ashley sit up and hold her arms above her head. He reached down and helped slide her shirt over her head and threw it to the side. Just like before, she wore no bra, allowing her beautiful round tits to spring free as soon as the shirt was removed.

Almost like it was his first time seeing them, Michael could only stare at them as they bounced and moved with Ashley’s breathing. She reached down and took one of his hands, moving it and gently placing it on her right tit. Michael started to gently massage and squeeze it, feeling how firm yet soft they were. He leaned it and started to kiss Ashley’s mouth as he did so, slipping his tongue into her mouth again.

All this sexual buildup was starting to make Ashley extremely excited. Her nipples were hard, sticking out into the cold air practically begging to have attention paid to them. Michael rubbed his fingers over them, gently tugging on Ashley’s lower lip as he did so. He took one in between his fingers and gently pinched it. Ashley moaned softly.

Michael stopped kissing Ashley and lowered his mouth to her right tit. He began to kiss it all over, running his tongue in circles around her hard nipple. He quickly flicked his tongue across it, teasing it. He took her nipple in between his lips and gently began to suck on it. Ashley let out a low moan and placed her hand behind his head, holding him to her sensitive nipple. He sucked and licked it, reaching up to massage her other tit. He loved to do this to his baby…loved the way her nipples tasted and the amount of pleasure it brought her….but he loved tasting another part of her even more….

Michael switched to her other nipple, sucking on it harder. He reached down and slowly unbuttoned Ashley’s pants, getting no resistance from his lust overcome lover. He released her nipple from his mouth and put both hands on her waist. Ashley lifted her butt off the bed, allowing Michael to slide her pants and hot pink thong off. Pink thong on the outside to match the pink color inside….

He pushed her legs wide open and began to kiss her along her thighs. He slid his wet tongue along her skin, slowly inching his way up in between her long smooth legs. Ashley practically shivered with anticipation, wanting to feel the pleasure she knew his mouth promised to bring her. Michael kissed his way along her upper thighs, finally reaching the spot she’d promised would always be his.

He gently started to kiss the outside of her pussy, breathing warm air over it as he did so. Michael could tell how horny she was, her pussy was already wet. He reached out and gently spread her pussy open, feeling how hot and wet it was. He leaned in and slowly started to lick it with his tongue. He pushed his tongue part way into her pussy, flicking it in and out. She tasted so good, her pussy juices like the sweetest nectar in the world.

Ashley moaned louder, reaching down with one hand to massage her tits while putting the other on the back of Michael’s head to hold his wonderful tongue in place. He pushed his tongue deeper into her pussy, flicking it in and out, fucking her with it. He held both of her legs wide apart, allowing him full access to her sweet pussy. His tongue made circle motions around her clit, teasing it with little flicks and breaths of warm air. She moaned louder, pinching her nipples and holding onto Michael’s hair, thrusting her hips a little to meet his probing tongue.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Ashley caught a flicker of movement. Did the door just seem to move? She had thought she closed it but—”Mmmmm….oh my god Mikey….yes eat my pussy….” She moaned, losing herself in the pleasure she was receiving. She was always amazed at how good he was at eating her pussy. He flicked his tongue over her clit, driving her crazy and starting to push her towards an orgasm.

Suddenly he stopped, leaning away from her pussy. Ashley Escort practically screamed in frustration, knowing she was close and wanting her release. Instead, Michael stood up and unbuttoned his pants, pushing them and his boxers to the ground and stepping out of them. His hard six inch cock stood straight out from his body, bobbing gently as he moved. Ashley stared at it, licking her lips. She wanted to have it…she needed to have it inside her….

He climbed onto the bed but Ashley grabbed him and pulled him onto his back before he could do anything. She climbed on top of him and took his hard cock in her hand. She guided it to her pussy, pressing the hard tip against her wetness. She slowly began to push down, working his cock into her tight pussy inch by inch. Michael groaned softly, feeling how hot and tight she was wrapped around his dick.

Finally, Ashley had all six inches buried deep into her tight pussy. It felt so good to have him inside her again. She began to gently rock her hips, feeling his cock rubbing against the inside of her pussy. Michael reached out and began to play with her beautiful tits, massaging them and pinching her nipples. She looked down at her lover, moaning softly as his hard cock invaded her. She began to move herself up and down on his dick, slowly riding him. This was her favorite position, Michael knew. She liked to be dominated, but sometimes she liked to be in control….

Ashley threw her head back and moaned louder, sliding her gorgeous body up and down Michael’s cock. She reached down and gently began to rub her clit, adding more pleasure. Michael moved one finger to her mouth, where she eagerly took it in between her lips and started sucking on it. A brief image of two cocks at her disposal flashed her mind, but all she really needed was her Mikey. She squatted over him, sitting with only the head of his cock inside her pussy, and rotated her hips. Then she slammed herself back down hard, feeling his entire hard dick plunge deep into her.

It was then that Michael noticed the same door movement Ashley had before. Ashley was lost in her own pleasure, unable to notice anything outside of it even if she’d wanted to. Michael looked at the door, noticing it slowly opening a crack. And there she was, watching this hot love session with wide open eyes. Lacey stood just outside the door, watching as Ashley rode Michael’s cock like a wild cowgirl. But it didn’t seem like she was just watching. Through the crack in the door, Michael could see one of her hands was slide into her loose sleeping pants. Michael couldn’t believe it; she was touching herself while watching them have sex!

Michael could feel himself getting close to cumming, and knowing Lacey was standing there fingering her own pussy was pushing him even closer to the edge. Suddenly, Ashley slammed herself down on his cock, screaming and moaning his name as she came all over his dick. She slumped down , staring down at Michael all flustered and panting.

“Mmm….Michael….you didn’t cum for me….I can’t have that….” She slid of his still hard dick and lowered her mouth, sliding it over the head. She swirled her tongue around the head and along the shaft, tasting the sweet mix of Michael’s pre-cum and her own. She gently massaged his heavy balls with her hand, pushing his cock deep into her throat. She looked up into his eyes and made a little humming noise in her throat, causing the vibrations to run along his dick.

“Oh my god baby….I’m cumming….I’m cumming inside your mouth….” Michael moaned loudly, shooting his cum into her mouth. He heard little grunting noises coming from the other side of the room and could only guess that Lacey was reaching her own orgasm. Ashley swallowed as much of his cum as she could before letting his softening cock slip out of her mouth.

She crawled up beside Michael on the bed and lay down next to him. She snuggled up beside him and sighed contently. “I love you Mikey….” she whispered, closing her eyes.

Michael looked over at the door and saw that it had silently been closed. He turned back and put his arm around Ashley. “I love you too baby….” he whispered.

They both drifted off to sleep in each others arms, not knowing what the next few days would bring…

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It’s the next morning, and you’re in the bathroom, putting on your workout clothes. You’re not gonna make the same baggy sweatpants mistake you did yesterday. This time, leggings: your cute pink and black number from Lululemon. They flare out a bit at the calves, and they make your beautiful butt even more heart-shaped and firm than usual. Underneath: some stretchy grey “hipster” style panties, hugging your ass tight. Up top, a breathable teal tank that “just happens” to stop short of your waist, keeping that butt in view.

“Daddy likey,” I leer, as I wander into the bathroom searching for mouthwash. A goofy comment, yes, but you’ll allow it, especially when I come up behind you and start rubbing up on your ass. You like that. After 15 years of marriage, our sex isn’t quite as frequent as it used to be (honestly, it’s down to maybe just once-a-month now, if that), so tiny unprompted moments of horniness like this are nice, and welcome.

“Wear this tonight,” I purr into your ear as I grab a handful of butt. You mumble: huh? “Date night,” I say. “I like this for date night.”

That’s right, you remember, today’s Friday. Every Friday night is date night for us. It’s one of the ways we stay connected, no matter how busy our lives get with kids, and the PTA, and my codemonkey gig, and the consultant work you do for non-profits, in addition to my breadmaking (not money… like, actual bread. How did your husband end up with breadmaking for a hobby?). It all piles up, but we always know: on Friday night, it’s just you and me.

“Not quite sure this is museum attire,” you say, “now git!” You shove me out of the room as you run a brush through your hair and put it up in a cute ponytail. Ready, you think, giving yourself one last look-over in the mirror. Ready for that Gym 68 place. Though just before turning away, you do wonder—for the most fleeting of milliseconds—if maybe you should put on a little makeup. Just a touch? But no, you immediately decide. That’s stupid. You’re not going to wear makeup to a gym.

***

The first thing you notice about Holly, at the gym, is her makeup. Particularly her lipstick. She’s got the reddest, wettest lips you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Hi, welcome,” she says to you from behind the counter with half a grin, that lasts for half a second. You can spot an insincere greeting when you get one, and that’s what you just got from Holly. You know her name is Holly because her nametag says “Holly”. It also says “‘Candy Shop,’ 50 Cent,” which you’ve never before seen printed on a nametag. In any event, this Holly seems annoyed that you’ve made her look up from her phone. She’s probably 22, this Holly, a college girl. And she’s wearing mascara, eyeliner, and even a little bit of blush to go with the berry-red gloss on those lips of hers, this Holly is. Maybe the tiniest bit trashy, perhaps, but you’re not gonna judge. Holly’s got a dimple on her chin and darkish eyebrows, with long blonde hair (of the bleached variety) falling down over her barely-there jogging bra. Nestled between the cleavage of her breasts—which, there’s no denying, are perfect—is a “68” pendant dangling from a gold chain, matching the “68” belly-button ring flashing from her sidewalk-flat stomach. If this Holly is NOT a professional model, you’d be fucking shocked.

“I’m here to see Quinten,” you say. “Trainer will be right out,” is her reply, striking you as kind of an odd choice of verbiage. You ask where you can get a towel, and she sighs, stepping away from the counter, revealing that she’s wearing the shortest and tightest of short, tight booty shorts. A light lime green. She turns around to the towel rack and you notice (it’s basically impossible not to) the lines of her g-string panty, pushing its way through her lycra. You can even make out the fabric design on the g-string: looks like a tiger print. “Trashy Touch Number 2,” you might otherwise think, but again, you’re not here to judge. You just wonder how Holly can possibly work out in that. But clearly she DOES work out. A lot. Because this bleach-blonde little college chick has a bubble butt that one normally only sees on—well, let’s be blunt—only sees on black chicks. I mean, goddamn. If a team of lab-techs tried to scientifically generate the most-anatomically perfect round bubble ass ever grown on a white girl, they’d barely come close to what this Holly has on her.

Okay, you come to realize, it’s not her receptionist demeanor that they keep her around for.

Anyway, Holly plops a towel into your hand, and immediately you discover Quinten at your side (how does a man this big keep sneaking up to you unseen?). He looks down at you through those frameless glasses of his. His green eyes claiming ownership of your gaze. Without much of a smile, Quinten gestures you into his gym. You walk in, as bidden.

“Holly’s nice,” you say.

Quinten shrugs.

“What’s her nametag about?”, you ask. Nervous chatter. You don’t really need to talk, but you feel like you should talk, or at least that’s Escort bayan what you’re doing, is talking. Because: nervous. “It’s an interesting nametag. Caught my eye.” Quinten just shrugs again.

“‘”Candy Shop”, 50 Cent.’ Right? That’s what it said? What—what is that? What’s that mean?”

Quinten sighs. He removes his glasses, rubbing them clean in his white workout top (which exposes, for a moment, his slate-hard abs). Finally, returning his glasses to his chiseled face, Quinten replies: “Know how, some movie theater workers, the nametag says their favorite movie? At Gym 68, the nametag says your favorite track to fuck to.”

Quentin leads you to a padded wall, touches a spot down low.

“Now put your ass right here.”

Um, okay. And do what?

“Just that. That’s plenty, girl.”

A wall-sit, this is called. You’ve done ’em before. Okay. No biggie. You nestle that cute ass of yours up against the wall.

“Get lower, baby.”

Quinten grasps your hips in his hands—they’re big enough to envelop your hips, his hands are, and then some. His hands are like catchers’ mitts. And with those giant mitts, Quentin unapologetically pulls your hips down lower, lower… lower down the wall. Soooo low, ’til, okay, whoa, now this is a REAL squat.

“And put those shoulders back, girl.”

He presses your shoulders back against the wall. The sweep of your frame leaves a hollow space behind the small of your back, the rest of your body curved, engaged, completely taut. Presented. Your breasts are now pushing forward tightly against the inside of your cute lycra tank. Down below your sports bra, your nipples involuntarily stiffen. It’s kinda hot, but you genuinely don’t notice that. You cannot. All you can notice right now is the full fucking burn that’s beginning to rise in your thighs. And also you notice the sound and, frankly, the FEEL of the rap music in this gym—so loud, so bass-heavy—just thrumming and vibrating through the wall, and right into the cheeks of your ass.

“How long do I have to do this, Quinten?”, you ask.

“In here, you can call me ‘Trainer’.”

That’s a bit silly, you think, but you’re not gonna argue with him… not when he’s the one who gets to decide when you can quit this wall-sit. You ask again: “how long do I have to do this… Trainer?”

“‘Til I come back and stop you.” Quinten (er, “Trainer”) strides off, leaving you there, which you’re not thrilled about, but you don’t really mind the view of him walking away: that sooooo-muscular ass and those strong, gorgeous thighs in his black lycra. It’s not a body builder’s physique, exactly… which is good, ’cause you’re not really into body builders. Honestly, 15 years of marriage with me has you appreciating goofy thin guys with cute little beer guts (hey, like me!). But you can certainly find a way to appreciate that body on Quinten. That big body. That strong body. That… well, that MAN’s body. A black man’s body.

Meanwhile, YOUR body is really starting to feel it. Your thighs, especially. Fucking wall-sits! Never your favorite! Trying to take your mind off the burn, you look around.

You notice that—as was the case the first time you came to Gym 68—the place is full of black men, working out. Each one is more beautiful and toned than the last. There’s a shirtless guy in baggy hoop shorts and tats. Over there’s a stocky man in a hoodie and AirPods, with his dreads pulled up in a top knot. And so many more, all around you, Christy, and all so powerful. Confident. Cocky, even. And, well… just quintessentially black. Seriously, Christy, if you were into black guys, this… this’d definitely be the place. Just nothing but black men and, yup, white women. Almost all of the white women are working out in makeup. Almost all of the white women are wearing booty shorts. Tight, daring booty shorts. “Okay… well…” you manage to think to yourself, through the rising strain in your legs, “if… if they can pull it off, I guess…”

And yes, that strain continues to increase. The longer that wall-sit goes, the more that fire spreads to your quads and glutes, your calves and core, your inner thighs… everything. Everything hurts. You desperately try to not think about the pain. You look around some more.

There’s Holly flirting with Quinten over there. Again, through her stupid light green booty shorts, you can see her stupid tiger stripe g-string panties plunging down between the cheeks of her stupid perfect bubble ass. And this time the g-string’s not simply visible through her booty shorts… now there’s a little spaghetti strap peeking up above the waistline of her shorts. So trashy! Yes, okay, THIS time you’re judging. You’re judging Holly and her tiny tiger-striped spaghetti strap that she’s pretending not to notice as she smiles up at Quinten. Laughs at his jokes. Okay, so apparently this Holly chick DOES know how to be friendly??

Thighs of jello, spicy boiling jello. Your whole body vibrating. This is so hard. Please is Bayan escort Quinten coming back soon please?! No more wall sit pleaseplease????

Holly is just full-on touching Quinten everywhere now, up and down his chest, feeling Quinten’s biceps (hey asshole, have you fucking forgotten about me?!). Now Holly’s moving her hips a bit to the bass bump of the rap track, and now she’s moving her lips—her shiny, wet red lips. She’s idly rapping along to every lyric (which of course she would know by heart). Each mounted television in this place has a rap video playing… some of ’em synched with the music playing, others on mute, just moving images of shirtless rappers leering through the screen. Leering at you, Christy. Lurid. Carnal. Again, Christy, if you were into black guys…

Holy shit your body is REALLY quivering at this point. Sensation radiating outwards, down your calves and heels, up into your groin, abs and deeper. This is 1% great and 99% the worst feeling of your entire life. You truly can’t do much more of this!! Outwardly, you whine and pant. Inwardly you fucking scream a prayer: pleasepleaseplease come back, Quinten!! Like: immediately!!

Now Holly is coquettishly close to Quinten. Standing below him. Dwarfed by him. But maintaining eye contact with him as she reapplies that whoreish-red gloss to her lips. And then—or are you just imagining this?—she sucks on her fingertip. Then—and you’ve GOT to be imagining this—she sucks on Quinten’s fingertip?!?!

Down you tumble! Your legs have finally given out and you’ve fallen to the floor, Christy. Gasping. Sweating. Absolutely numb from your ribs to your pinky toe. Just a helpless heap, and now Holly’s looking at you, and did she just laugh a little? Fucking bitch!!

And now Quinten’s there above you: “Yo, what happened, girl?”

“You fucking left me is what happened, Quinten!”, you shout from the floor.

Quinten glowers down at you. He’s not happy. That’s not how Quentin Borders is talked to. Plus you’ve addressed him improperly. “T—Trainer,” you promptly correct yourself, “I—I’m sorry, Trainer, I just… I’m a klutz sometimes, and like—I get this inner-ear thing, and my stupid shoes—”. Quinten cuts you off, casually scooping you up (your whole body, the way you’d lift a rolled-up bath mat. Truly, that’s the size differential between you and this hulk of a man). The entirety of you rests like a doll in his arms as the feeling begins to slowly return to your limbs. You go quiet. You’re speechless in the arms of this Adonis.

“C’mon, girl,” he says, putting you back down on your feet. “I know you got more in you than that.”

***

As the workout continues, you become less and less sure where Quinten’s faith in you ever came from. And, worse, you increasingly fear that his faith may be on the wane.

You do bodyweight lunges until your inner thighs are screaming and you flop onto the nearest stool, resigned.

Quinten says: “C’mon now.”

You do so many sets of barbell squats that your glutes feel like they’re devouring themselves and you crumble to your knees in agony.

Quinten says: “That’s all? F’real? Naw.”

You do tricep dips until you swear that the muscles inside of your shoulders have ripped themselves free of your chest, and finally you lie down in abject surrender atop a press bench.

Quinten says: “Don’t waste my time now.”

You can only grunt. Moan. You’re done. You have no more. This was all a huge mistake.

Quinten sighs. “Hang on. I got something for you.”

You lie there, eyes closed. Your whole body is aching. Throbbing. Literally every particle within you painfully throbs in time with the rap beat that Gym 68 keeps bumping (I mean, really, does it HAVE to be this loud?!), and now your whole fucking head is throbbing too, and this will be your life now, a neverending throb of-

“Take this, girl.”

It’s Quinten. He’s returned. And, as you open your eyes, you see that he’s got something with him. It’s a black squeeze bottle. Or maybe opal. Or dark-chocolate colored? Anyway, it’s dark and it’s thick and it’s ribbed up the sides and it’s tapered at the head.

“What’s that?”, you ask.

Not answering, Quinten inverts the ebony squeeze bottle. With a gentle pinch, the tiny puckered tip of the black bottle opens, expands, ejecting two small ounces of liquid into a small, clear plastic cup.

“What is that?”, you ask again.

Your eyes are now fixed on the liquid. This fluid. It’s white (or almost cream-colored, rather) and it’s viscous (or almost slimy, rather), and… well, there’s no reason to be coy about this, Christy, it looks like cum. What Quinten has squeezed out of that black squeeze bottle looks like a small, swirling, glistening cup of cum.

“What IS that, Quin- Trainer?”

“Supplement,” he says. “To get you right. Something I’ve had my lab work on. Doesn’t even have a real name yet, but we’re calling it black pearl.”

He hands it to you. You want no part Escort of it.

“Swallow it.”

It smells ungodly bad. An olfactory assault.

“Swallow it.”

You reeeeally don’t want to. But you also don’t want to disappoint Quinten. You’ve disappointed him so much already today. Maybe if you take just the tiniest of tiny no-thank-you sips?

“Swallow it.”

His voice has been even throughout, but Quinten is losing his patience, you can tell. You know he’s not gonna say it again. You know this is your last chance to redeem yourself in his eyes. You know you’ve got no choice.

You bring the little plastic cup to your lips, and—GRAGGHHH!! FUCKING GROSS!! You’ve never tasted anything so disgusting! Salty and rancid! Gummy and bitter! Gelatenous! Metallic! Acrid! Fucking unfit for fucking human consumption! G’aaah!!

With a retch, you spit that shit out. How much of it got in your mouth? Not very much, really. But whatever got in there, you’re now desperate to eject. Still, one tiny rivulet manages to dribble down the back of your throat, forcing you to gag. You heave. You fall to your knees in misery, gasping for breath, and cursing Quinten Borders.

“What the fuck is that fucking shit, Quinten—Trainer- whatever?! P-tah! G’ah! It’s fucking disgusting! Holy fuck! Jesus Christ! No fucking way I’m drinking that, ever!!”

You spit again. Your stomach churns. Your head swims. But otherwise, all is silent. Like, completely silent. Even the rap music has somehow gone quiet. At last you look up to see Quinten scrutinizing you from above. No emotion. No reaction. Nothing whatsoever from Quinten Borders, save for the following sentence, declared as a simple statement of fact:

“Maybe you’re not the right client.”

***

You’re at home in bed now, falling in and out of consciousness. Time slips. Becomes immaterial. The room darkens. Your head reels.

You hurt, Christy. There’s not a muscle in your body that doesn’t feel strained, pulled, ripped apart.

Your brain is convulsing, feels stabbed. Feels like a migraine, or actually like two migraines… a separate one behind each eye.

Your gut churns. Clearly some of that “black pearl” did indeed make it down your throat, and now your stomach is not the least bit happy about it. There’s a chance you’re gonna puke. There’s a chance you already DID puke, maybe several times, you’re honestly not sure. You’re not sure of anything anymore.

Actually, there’s one thing you are sure of: Quentin “Trainer” Borders is an asshole. Fuck that guy. “Maybe you’re not the right client”? What the fuck is that even supposed to fucking mean? Fuuuuuuck you, Quentin Borders, and fuck your trashy gym.

“Happy Date Night,” you hear. It’s me, poking my head into the bedroom. Date night? Oh fuck, no, it’s Friday isn’t it? Fuck. Jesus. You groan. Friday night or not, your body is just in no shape to check out a museum, or for barhopping, or for drag queen bingo, or for any other date-type activity that requires you to somehow move your broken frame out of this darkened room. You try to decide how to break it to me that you just cannot go out tonight.

“I figured we could just stay in tonight,” I say from the doorway. And you almost shed tears of gratitude. Thank you, Jesus, thank you. And now I enter the room with a bowl of tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich for you, the latter on a buttery rosemary brioche that I just baked this afternoon (“A little something I’ve been experimenting with,” I shrug). It’s all on a tray with a lit candle, a glass of wine, and an origami dog (I can’t do a swan).

In this moment, you love me more than you have in a decade.

“Looks like you’re not feeling very well,” I say. “Maybe tonight’s date can just be Nurse Randy attending to your wounds.”

And now, in this moment, you love me just that much more.

I spoon-feed you a few sips of that tomato soup. It’s perfect. Smooth. Textbook feel-better food.

I break off small pieces of that grilled cheese sandwich and deposit them into your waiting mouth. It’s crisp on the outside. There’s a tangy melt within. It’s so fucking good. Yeah, this is probably one of the top three sandwiches you’ve had in your life up to this point.

I hold the wine glass to your lips. Pinot grigio. The chill. The tang. It invigorates. You almost feel, with each tart sip, as though you’re slowly returning from the grave.

“Now why don’t you get some more rest?”, I say, tucking you back in. I kiss your forehead and gather the dishes. But you reach out for me, soreness be damned, and you grab my forearm.

“I love you, Randy.” You say. “You’re the only man for me.”

“Back atcha, m’lady,” I respond, which was a goofy thing to say, but you clearly don’t mind, because you pull me in for a kiss.

So that’s what we do. We kiss, and we kiss some more. Your shoulders still burn, yet you reach both arms around my neck, and pull me closer, to kiss you harder, and then to join you down on the bed, down on top of your body… which hurts!

“OWWCH!”, you bellow. I apologize. You wave it off. You kiss me some more.

“I want you, Randy,” you say to me. “But I… it hurts. Like… down there. My thighs, you know? Inside my thighs?”

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Miranda gave a small sigh of resignation and slumped forward against the steering wheel. She had been staring at the taillights of the Chevy pickup for the last twenty minutes. And it didn’t look as though the scenery was going to change any time soon.

She reached into the CD carrier attached to her sun visor and chose some music. “Hmmm, Ella, perhaps…” she thought. Something she could sing along to.

Miranda smiled slightly as Nelson Riddle’s orchestra broke the silence in the car. She needed something — anything — to take her mind off of the day’s events. This stop-and-go traffic was doing nothing to stop her remembering the conference she’d been attending all day. And Robert. She just couldn’t stop thinking about Robert.

Miranda had arrived at the Saturday conference an hour late, having spent a good portion of the morning lost in unfamiliar traffic and streets.

When she’d finally found the hotel, the morning’s workshops had already begun, so she slipped into the classroom and had to stand at the back. Though it felt good to be standing after her three-hour drive had stretched into a five-hour ordeal, Miranda hoped a seat would become available. She leaned back, propped her foot against the wall, and rested her notebook on her knee and began to take notes.

Just as her hand began to cramp from the effort of taking notes, Miranda looked up and saw a familiar smile. Robert entered, carrying a chair under each arm. He pulled them against the wall and motioned for Miranda to sit. She smiled gratefully, and sat down next to him, smoothing the skirt of her gray business suit over her thighs.

“I am surprised to see you here, Miranda,” Robert whispered to her.

Miranda smiled warmly, “It was a last minute decision. And besides, this time the company is picking up the tab.”

Miranda remembered Robert from previous functions, as they were in a similar profession, and lived in a relatively small town.

“How’re the kids?” Robert asked softly.

“Home with Dave,” Miranda said, “he is much better at keeping them entertained than I.”

Robert smiled again, making Miranda catch her breath. His leg brushed against hers.

“I find you highly entertaining, ” he said, his blue eyes sparkling, “you look delicious today.”

Robert’s eyes dropped to Miranda’s crossed legs. She laughed softly, delighting in the warmth spreading over her face.

She spent the rest of the workshop taking notes and casting sidelong glances at Robert. She sighed softly at the way he stretched his legs. She inhaled the smell of his cologne letting the scent of it seep down her spine straight to that spot deep in her stomach that made her shiver with pleasure.

When the presentation ended and Robert went to speak to the instructor, Miranda stayed in her seat to watch Robert make his way across the room — his khaki-clad legs so long and muscular. She trembled slightly at the way he smiled at her on his way back.

The rest of the afternoon was a blur for Miranda. It was an endless droning of speakers, punctuated only with dry banquet fare, handshakes and brochures. The evening proved better, however, when Miranda made her way to her car to get her dinner clothes. She had planned on changing in the ladies’ room and sitting in the coffee shop until dinnertime, but in the parking lot she heard her name being called in a hearty voice, “Miranda! Honeycakes!”

She turned to see Lewis, her friend and mentor, gliding towards her to sweep her up in a great bear hug. Lewis was a retired engineer who had helped her get started in her business, and her joy at seeing him spilled out of her in girlish giggles.

Lewis offered to let her use his hotel suite to change her clothes and to sip tea with him to pass the time before the banquet. She hugged him gratefully and followed him into the elevator.

They arrived at Lewis’ room, and he motioned her towards the bathroom.

Miranda shrugged out of her suit and stood in her black satin panties and bra, admiring her figure in the mirror. She took some stockings out of her bag and slipped them on over her legs. They were black with a touch of lace at the top where the elastic hugged her thigh. Her hands brushed the smooth skin of her leg above the stocking top. Her eyes closed slightly at this feeling, and her hand moved on its own to slip inside the edge of her panties. Just as she felt the moist edge of her sex, her eyes flew open. “What am I doing?” she muttered to herself, remembering where she was. Miranda took a deep sighing breath and dressed in the red gown she brought and slipped Escort bayan into her high heels. She brushed her hair, put on a touch of lipstick and stood back to look at herself in the mirror. She knew her black hair looked particularly good against the deep red velvet, and she smiled. The dress was clingy, mid-calf length, and had wide straps that Miranda slid over her shoulders. She put the matching jacket on and decided she was ready. She emerged from the bathroom and turned the corner, startled to find Robert with Lewis busily making tea in the kitchenette. Lewis stopped and gazed at Miranda and gave a low whistle.

“Hello there,” Robert smiled at her, not bothering to disguise the admiration in his eyes, “You look fantastic.”

Miranda smiled and blushed slightly, “You look pretty good yourself,” she said, noticing the tailored suit and how well it fit Robert’s shoulders. Their eyes locked for what seemed like an eternity. Lewis broke the silence.

“Well, well, well! I had no idea you two knew each other,” Lewis beamed at them, chuckling heartily.

The three of them sat and sipped tea and conversed until dinnertime. The space between Miranda and Robert was filled with electricity. Robert gazed solely at Miranda, never letting her forget he was there. Miranda spent much of the time reminiscing and laughing with Lewis. She tried hard not to let her eyes lock onto Robert’s for too long. She felt her skin tingle and her nipples harden each time he smiled his disarming smile. She hoped Lewis hadn’t noticed how many times she’d blushed.

Much too soon, Lewis announced that it was time to go downstairs for the festivities. The speeches were long and the food was overcooked, but Miranda hardly noticed. All she was aware of was Robert’s nearness, his cologne, and his smile. He placed his hand on her arm, and she smiled at him with a touch of invitation. She let the warmth of his lingering hand seep over her body, wondering how his hands would feel on her breasts or her belly. Her mind began to plot ways to stay when the dinner was over. Robert leaned over during dessert and whispered, “So, do you have a room for the night?” Miranda trembled at the feel of his breath on her neck, “No, Dave is expecting me back tonight.” Robert looked away. Her husband’s name hung like a cloud between them. Did she see Robert’s smile fade just a little bit? Lewis turned to them, “Wasn’t Lisa supposed to come with you this time, Rob?” “Yeah, but she couldn’t get the time off of work,” Robert finally stated, bringing the cloud a bit lower. Dinner ended and Lewis handed Miranda his key so she could get her things from his room for the long drive home.

She gathered her clothes and notes and piled them into her car, then returned to give Lewis his key. She found him in the bar and she sat to have a cup of coffee. She knew the drive was going to be a long one, and it was already 10:30.

A few minutes later, Robert entered the bar. Miranda smiled and her heart began to pound. He sat next to her, letting his leg rest against hers. He ordered a glass of wine, and then looked at Miranda. The pressure of his knee against her thigh had her blood turning to molten desire.

“Are you sure you should be driving all that way home tonight, honeycakes?” Lewis sounded concerned.

“Yes, it is rather late to be going all that way,” Robert smiled, his clear blue eyes holding Miranda’s again.

She felt his hand under the table. It tentatively touched her knee, and then slid seductively to her thigh. His fingers began to toy with the top of her stocking through the material of her dress. He looked up at her.

She saw the invitation in Robert’s eyes and she trembled and shook her head, “No, I need to drive home tonight.”

“You really aren’t staying?” Robert said, a touch of disappointment in his voice. He set his room key on the table and gave Miranda a significant look.

Miranda trembled again. She knew an invitation when she saw it. Her brain reeled. Common sense was telling her about the drive home and her husband waiting for her. Every other part of her body yearned to touch Robert. She could feel the moist touch of lust between her legs. Her heart pounded in her ears.

Miranda took a deep breath and let it sigh softly out as common sense prevailed and she rose and picked up her purse. She hugged Lewis tightly, and stuttered a quick goodbye towards Robert, and left the bar, hurrying before she changed her mind. Her thoughts sent tingles straight to her spine, and she paused in the lobby to tell herself to breathe.

She heard footsteps hurrying Bayan escort to catch her, and she took another deep breath before turning slowly. Robert stopped just in front of her.

“Why not stay and have a few drinks with us,” he smiled that winning smile that lasered straight through her resolve. He stepped towards her, his face inches from hers.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you are hard to resist, Robert?” Miranda whispered.

He smiled again, “It’s your eyes, Miranda. They are lovely.”

She was speechless. He cupped her chin in his hand and looked into her eyes. Tears sprung to them before she could look away. Her breath caught in her throat and she let out a small choking sigh.

“I can’t….” Miranda remembered to breathe just before she turned and walked towards her car. She knew if she looked back, she wouldn’t leave.

“Just keep walking,” she told herself all across the parking lot. She sat in her car and rested her forehead against the freezing steering wheel until the trembling stopped.

So here she was, sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic, having used up every ounce of her self-control, wondering why she was in her car. Miranda let her mind drift again to the steamy embrace she could be in right now. She pulled her dress up, and her hand slipped between her thighs. She felt the lace edge of her panties.

“No, no…..not now,” she told herself. And she pulled her hand back to the steering wheel. But her mind went back to Robert. She turned the music up and began to belt out, “The Man I Love” along with Ella Fitzgerald. She had to keep her mind on something besides her raging thoughts of lust.

By the time she made it out of the city limits, it looked as though her three-hour drive would stretch into a five-hour one. And it was already one o’clock. She turned up the heat a bit as the surrounding strip malls gave way to pine trees and week-old snowdrifts.

Miranda yawned. She was going to need some help staying awake for the rest of this drive. She took the next freeway exit and drove up the mountain road to a tiny gas station. She pulled over and got out of the car. The brisk mountain air hit her bare shoulders, and she slipped on her coat. She inhaled deeply and watched her breath come out in a light mist. The cold air woke her up a little and she closed her eyes and let the pine-scented cold seep over her fevered body.

She picked her way across the parking lot, careful to avoid the snow patches that remained from the last storm. The convenience store was warm and music played softly as she poured herself a large cup of coffee. She put in a bit of cream and stirred, watching the colors swirl. She put a plastic lid on the cup and wandered to the front of the store, stopping to pick up a bag of jellybeans.

There were few people in here at this time of night, and the man behind the counter stared as Miranda walked towards him.

“Going to a party?” he asked, letting his eyes travel over Miranda’s gown and heels before stopping to gaze at the low-cut neckline.

Miranda smiled, “Just leaving one.”

The man in front of her turned from his purchases and gazed with the same appreciation at this petite brunette in red velvet. He whistled softly.

“And you are going home alone?” He shook his head in mock disbelief.

Miranda smiled. She knew she was still flushed from her troubled thoughts, and she chuckled softly at the thought of wandering into a backroads mountain store at nearly 2 am dressed in evening clothes. She set her coffee down and paid the clerk.

Miranda got back into her car, her nerves still a-buzz from the caffeine and the desire running through her body. She sped back onto the freeway and turned on the radio.

A man’s voice came over the speakers, “Be sure to find a dark, clear spot and check out tonight’s meteor shower,” he announced, “it’s supposed to be spectacular!”

Miranda considered the possibility. She could use a bit of nature’s show to keep her from her thoughts of lust. And the thought of cooling her body in the chill mountain air made her heart jump.

She drove along, hoping the other side of the pass would bring a break in the cloud cover. Every few miles she looked up and saw fewer clouds. By the time she reached the other side of the pass, the clouds were sporadic, and Miranda could see the stars. She took the next exit and found a logging road that headed away from the lights and the freeway. She drove until she could see no evidence of civilization except the tire tracks in front of her.

Miranda pulled her coat back on Escort and got out of the car. She went to the trunk and got out a couple of old blankets she kept in there, and spread them across the hood of the car. She climbed onto them and sighed to the sky. Her breath floated out in front of her in a warm mist.

The sky was a riot of stars. In between them, pinpoints of light shot by… one… two… three… four… with each breath Miranda took. She exhaled a small sound of wonder as the heavens rained down upon her warm body. She shivered in delight at her private show.

Her shiver brought her mind back to her body, which was still aching with desire. She slipped her cool hand into the plunging neckline of her gown, and rested her fingers on her nipple, which was already hard. Her body responded instantly.

Miranda groaned slowly and rubbed her hand softly over her nipple. The effect on her body mirrored the sky as tingles rippled across her skin. She smiled and looked up as she pinched her nipple between her fingers, rolling it slightly and letting the pleasure wash over her.

She felt all the desire that had built up during the day begin to slide down her spine. Her right hand, being otherwise unoccupied, slipped beneath her skirt and traced a line up the inside of her thigh. She felt the binding at the top of her stocking and traced her cool fingers along the skin at the edge of the lace.

The memory of Robert’s voice thrummed through her nerves, sending waves of pleasure down her spine and through her skin to where her fingers brushed. She sighed and relaxed into the feeling. She needed the release.

Miranda’s hand moved of its own accord. It slipped under the waistband of her black satin panties and over the soft black hair between her legs. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist, displaying her legs to the night sky. She slipped her panties off and tossed them aside.

Miranda closed her eyes and Robert’s smile appeared before her. The sound of his whisper reverberated in her ears and touched a spot deep in her stomach – that same spot that tightens when one is looking over a precipice. She felt her sex moisten in response.

Her fingers plunged between her labia with a sort of delicate urgency. She softly rubbed the moist flesh just above her wet entrance, and just below her clit, a small moan escaping her lips. Her hips rocked gently against her hand, pushing her fingers first towards her clit, then slightly deeper into her pussy. Each time her hips rolled, her fingers plunged deeper, and with each settling back, her fingers brushed her clit. She opened her eyes and took her cue from the heavens. Her rhythm played a counterpoint to the dropping stars.

Soon Miranda’s hips were bucking. Her fingers slid deep into her, and her thumb took up the place at her clit. She arched her back and let the universe attend to itself. All she needed was this pleasure. Her lips parted, whispering Robert’s name in desire’s own voice.

As wave after wave of shuddering overcame Miranda’s body, her fingers slowly clutched and found the places within her that made her skin sing. The vibrations stopped her breath briefly until she gasped. All Miranda’s thoughts disintegrated in the barrage of pleasure-waves on all her senses. Her head fell back and a pure sound escaped from her throat, almost animal in its lust-filled agony.

The sky showered Miranda with light, and she smiled up at it in understanding. A coyote howled in response to the cries of Miranda’s release. The sound shook her, and her fingers responded by plunging deep into her pussy, which was already soaked with her juices. She howled back to the coyote.

Her body, hot with pleasure, writhed on the hood of the car. Her left hand pulled the straps of her dress and her bra down off of her shoulders, baring her nipples to the sagebrush and the pines. She sat up and pushed her hips desperately into her hand. Her knees were up and her legs spread, her skirt bunched at her waist. Her breasts were pushed forward and her head tossed back, dark hair brushing her bare back. She cried out again and again and her back arched as she brought herself to climax after climax.

The pent-up lust finally subsided, and Miranda sat back, feeling the chill air drying the sweat trickling between her breasts. She smiled once again at the sky and the sky responded with another flash of falling stars. The breeze brought the smell of wet sagebrush to Miranda’s heightened senses. The smell was one of her favorite scents. If the earth and sky made love, the sheets they soaked would smell like sage after a rain.

Miranda climbed off of the hood of the car and let her skirt fall over her wet, bare buttocks. She lifted her straps back over her shoulders and breathed the scent of the air.

“Robert…” she whispered to the still-showering stars.

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Chapter 8: You can always rely on the BBC!

The very next weekend Beth and Martin were headed out of town to Vancouver for an industry trade show. They had been registered and had been looking forward to the event for months. Going to the gift show was a must for the business, but getting out of town was just as important to the couple for each year they had somehow arranged to find some tantalizing new sexual attractions. Both hoped that this year would be as good as ever.

The trip down the Peninsula was going to be pretty unique this time. For people who are accustomed to doing the hour and a half drive, it tended to be pretty boring. There was always a slow driver ahead holding up the traffic through the endless turns. Always one more motorhome. Never a passing zone to ease the load. In all respects, the drive was tedious. But this one would not be! Beth had decided that since Martin insisted on driving, she would find something productive to do. This was to be a surprise for Martin, and a test of sorts for herself.

As they prepared to drive off the ferry, almost at the front of the line this time, Beth asked Martin to pull over almost right away. Concerned that something was wrong, he did just that and anxiously looked over to see what was the matter. But Beth sat there leaned back in her seat with just a sliver of a smile on her face.

“What’s going on?” asked Martin.

“Trust me,” was the reply. Martin knew better than to question his wife when she was that determined. But the dozens of cars passing him were getting on his nerves as he looked forward to an even more unpleasant drive than usual.

Soon, no vehicles were left to pass them and Beth quietly said, “Okay. It’s time to go.”

“Finally. What the fuck is going on, Beth?”

Her answer was to reach deep into her big satchel and slowly pull out her favourite vibrator, softly encased in its velour pouch. Martin’s eyes showed only confusion—no recognition. “Huh?” was the best he could manage.

Beth smiled her sexiest smile and told him, “I’ve always wondered how many orgasms I could have. This is the perfect time to find out.”

“You are kidding! Out here? In traffic? Now?”

“There is no traffic, sweetie. And what better way to kill the time?”

She slid her seat back, tipped it as far as it would go and leaned back comfortably. Her hands reached down to pull up her dress. This she did slowly, very slowly, as Martin watched. He had found many ways to excite his wife, and she had always managed to match his originality. But this was a new one altogether. Beth slid her panties down her legs and playfully tossed them towards Martin telling him, “hold these, I won’t be needing them.”

She then pulled out a towel from the big bag and slipped it beneath herself. “All the better to catch my cum,” she explained. Already, Martin was getting hard. He wondered how he could possibly drive as his wife masturbated beside him. Seeing the dilemma on his face, Beth offered her solution. “Do you want me to blow you before we take off?”

“Please,” was all he could say.

It took only a couple of minutes of great lip, tongue and hand action and Martin was shooting his first load of the day into his wife’s greedy mouth. But his cock barely softened; Beth had some difficulty making him put it back into his pants. He finally did so, but only after eliciting a promise to let him masturbate all the way home himself on the trip back.

Beth knew that she had many orgasms in her. The most she had ever experienced, though, was about a dozen. She had lost count somewhere in the middle, but there were many. She expected to be able to do at least that many on this trip. After all, wasn’t that the goal?

As Martin pulled back onto the highway, Beth sank back into her seat. She was holding a recent issue of Penthouse Letters. She began reading about the exploits of other women, men, couples and some completely unexpected pairings.

At first, she softly stroked her pussy with her hand, occasionally dipping a finger into her slit. Her palm would ride firmly against her clit, but never so much that she could not control the results. She read about a maitre-d’ who gave away the best tables for the best fellatio. The taste of her husband’s sperm was still on her lips as she read.

The first orgasm took about ten minutes to build. It was a wonderful climax. Beth groaned, “that’s one. You keep count!”

Martin drove on, but slowly, so that he could glance over to watch Beth as much as possible. Her fingers had given way to her favourite vibrator. This was thick, knobbly tool in bright purple silicone. The tip was curved slightly and the head enlarged to resemble a great cock. It looked a little bit like Martin’s she had always thought.

Beth’s cunt was thoroughly soaked in her juices now. Her hand was equally wet —she would bring it up to her mouth often— all the better to taste herself, she thought. Around the time of her first orgasm she had given up the magazine and was going back over her exploits during the past months since she had met Martin. There had been that Escort bayan great birthday party bondage scene. The pool party with all the girls had been perfect. Fucking Paul was also a great event, she thought. “And that bit at Hidden Lake! Wow! I have to replay that one again.”

“What?” “Nothing!” moaned Beth as she came a second time. “That’s two…” she trailed off. A couple of minutes passed. “That’s three!”

“Four!”

“Five!”

These three had come one after the other with hardly a pause between them. Her recollections of the show she had provided for her friend, especially that bit with the cucumber, had propelled her into the ecstasy that she was feeling.

Martin continued to drive, looking over as often as he could. His cock was pushing hard against his zipper. With his cock restrained by his clothing and with both hands on the wheel, there was little he could do about his predicament. Besides, they were coming up on the ferry terminal to Vancouver.

“One more…”

“That’s twenty-three,” called Martin. The amazement in his voice was genuine. How could anyone live through that much sexual stimulation? That much pleasure?

Beth was not really finished but her arms were tired, and the batteries in the vibrator were clearly beyond their freshest. Her pussy was raw from the manipulation, the rubbing, the pounding of her rubber cock. But she wanted one more.

“Just one more and I will be happy,” she told Martin.

“You are the most amazing woman I have ever imagined, Beth. Much less known!”

“Tell me a story. Voice-fuck me, Martin.”

His story was brief and involved her favourite fantasy. She had met a BBC and he was fucking her in his hot tub. They always referred to this mystery fuck as a BBC —big black cock.

The story lasted but a few minutes and Beth cried out in one long, final, exhausted orgasm. “Yesssssssss!”

“That’s two dozen! I love you, Beth.”

Once in town, Martin and Beth checked into their hotel. Beth fell onto the bed, exhausted from her orgasmic exertions. Martin left her there to rest as he went down to register the two of them for the conference and a few of the workshops.

By the next morning, Beth had recovered and was raring to go. This was her best trip to the city each year and where she did most of her buying for the coming season. Martin was equally happy to be taking part as there were always so many beautiful women at these shows that he always came away with another little exploit to recount. The two of them went off to different workshops so that they could make the most of their time.

The first presentation Beth attended was not as interesting as she had hoped. She spent most of the time eyeing her fellow participants. There were at least fifty people in the room, most looking just as bored as she was. One particular man caught her eye, most because he was almost a head taller than the people around him. He looked fit and strong, as if he had been an athlete not so long ago. His head was shaved completely and there was a light sheen coming off the skin. That he was a rich, smooth, chocolaty black as well only served to ignite Beth’s fantasy once more. Maybe it would finally be her chance at a BBC!

As the meeting wrapped up, Beth looked around for her BBC, but he was nowhere to be found. He had left the moment the doors had opened without pausing to schmooze the crowd at all. She had missed her chance. The next two sessions were more productive but there was no sight of her BBC.

After the morning sessions there was the buying and display portion of the trade show in the main presentation hall. Here, hundreds of presenters offered thousands of products and gift ideas. They ranged from the mundane, to the cute and cuddly, to the downright erotic. Though her shop did not sell such products, Beth spent an inordinate amount of time on that part of the floor. She did, of course, find those things she needed for the store. Martin was particularly helpful in that area as he was an excellent negotiator. Between Beth’s exceptional eye for a good seller and Martin’s bargaining skills, they put together another great package for the next season in just a few hours.

Naturally, Beth had mentioned her BBC to Martin and had asked him to help her keep an eye out for the man during the day. But nothing came of it and that night the two went back to their hotel alone but happy after a successful day.

Breakfast the next morning was a whole other story. As Beth and Martin were finishing up their meal, who should walk into the restaurant but Beth’s BBC. A quick kick to Martin’s shin and a whispered, “there he is!” told Martin all he needed to know.

The man was beautiful. He looked to be about 30 years old and stood six feet tall —maybe a bit more. His skin was smooth and looked soft and touchable. It was the colour of fine chocolate. Not too dark but definitely chocolate. His build was that of a track and field athlete. He had powerful arms, large hands. His shirt, opened at the collar, showed off a chest rippled with muscle. The fabric was pulled snugly Bayan escort against the bulk of his arms. He wore dressy slacks but the cloth hugged a terrific pair of buttocks, at once powerful and sensual.

Beth openly stared at him as he made his way to an empty table not far from them. He sat down directly facing her. Their eyes met briefly and he smiled. Beth felt her heart fluttering with the possibilities. Her legs clenched together as she explored her fantasy once again. “I must have that man,” she whispered to Martin.

“I know. Let’s see what happens.”

Martin then went off to the washroom as Beth continued to look to her BBC. That was how she thought of him, ‘her BBC.’ Occasionally, he would look up to see her staring and would smile gently. Each time, though, he went back to his breakfast and his newspaper. It was as if he knew what was going on and was determined to make her earn it. She knew she could.

Before Martin could return, Beth got up and took the bill up to the cashier to pay. She had to pass BBC’s table to get to the till. As she walked past him, she slowed and glanced down towards him.

“Hello. I’m Beth,” was all she said.

“My name is Leonard,” he replied.

“Maybe I will see you around today,” she offered.

“That would be nice.”

Clearly, to her at least, they were on the same wavelength. With that, Beth continued towards the till, paid her bill and met Martin in the lobby outside the restaurant. It was not until she got out the doors that she realized how weak her knees were. Her heart was pounding, her pussy was already wet.

“I need a fuck —now!”

A few minutes later, Martin and his wife were on their way back down from their room towards the conference hall. Beth had already come three times that day. Once before breakfast, once in the elevator as they went up —Martin masturbated her beneath her skirt as he pressed up against her— and once more when he fucked her in their room. This was going to be one great day!

The convention went smoothly for the second day. The show had more booths to visit and despite all her efforts, Beth never once saw Leonard again all day. Her disappointment was genuine for she had really believed that this would be the time. Leonard had embodied every bit of her fantasy black lover. From his shiny black head to his strong chest and probably right to his big cock. She had never really believed that bit about big hands meaning a large penis, but this might have been her chance to prove it. Couldn’t it?

Martin, trying to bring her spirits up, offered Beth a special night out. First it would be dinner at her favourite restaurant, then drinks at this great bar they both enjoyed and finally, a late night floor show at the newest adult club in the city, “Pandora’s Box.” He had heard from his contacts in the city that the men and women who stripped there were most gorgeous and that sometimes the acts even went all the way. He knew this would brighten her night; at least he hoped so. Dinner was nice. Drinks were great. But the night really got interesting once they got to the strip club. The cover charge was $50 each and there was a two-drink minimum, at $10 each for beer. Martin paid anyway and they went right in. All the tables were front-row as the stage was large and circular. Already there was an older redhead dancing to the music. She was as good a dancer as she was attractive. Her body moved luxuriously to the rhythms of the jazz. Despite being at least forty, this woman had an incredible body. Her curves were ample, her breasts large without appearing to droop and that ass! Ouch!

“This was definitely a good decision for tonight,” said Beth. Martin replied by slipping his hand onto her lap and softly running a finger along the line of her cunt.

The next dancer was a young man of no more than twenty. He was slim but muscular, rather like a gymnast. His dancing was not quite as skilful as the woman before him, but he was good.

“I can see why they charge so much to get in here. These guys are really good.”

Martin and Beth both stared at the young man as he danced. His music was some ambiguous contemporary rap but his body was nicely in tune with the beat. After a few opening songs, the clothes started to come off. He had soon stripped down to a very close-fitting pair of bicycle shorts. Made of some thin latex, they hugged his body perfectly. What was drawing the rapt attention of everyone in the crowd, though, was the immense bulge that began at his crotch and seemed to reach most of the way down his thigh towards his left knee.

“No way that’s real,” exclaimed Beth.

“No way!” agreed Martin. “But what if it is?!”

“Oh, my,” agreed Beth in turn.

Almost as if the young man was listening to them, he came right up to their table and squatted in an impossible position and mouthed the words to Martin, “do you like it?”

Unaware that he had done it, Martin replied by nodding his head.

That was enough to encourage the young man to slip his hand down the outside of his thigh to start to unzip the elasticized Escort fabric. Sensuously, he pulled the zip up his leg towards the waist of the shorts. Upon reaching the waist, he then repeated the motion with the zip on the other leg. Now there was a loose mass of latex hanging between his legs from. Only the elastic waist held the fabric in place. With one hand on each hip, the dancer smoothly slid the shorts down his legs, releasing the object of the whole room’s desire.

There, not five feet in front of Beth and Martin, hung the longest cock either had ever seen. It had not been stuffing. The penis before them hung straight down between the man’s legs. The shaft was quite slim making the cock appear so much longer. The head reached to a spot just above the dancer’s knee. The whole room had gone silent as the young man gyrated his hips to the music. His cock played and danced to the rhythm, but it was obviously getting hard because there was less swing to it each passing minute.

Beth looked towards the stage longingly. Martin did, too.

“Please let me touch it,” implored Beth directly to the young man.

His response was to dance closer, but not quite close enough. “We can’t do that, ma’am,” he said, apologetically.

Beth reached a hand out in any case. The dancer took one step forward and with a twist of his hips, and a graceful turn, dropped his cock right into her palm. Before she could do more than give it a squeeze, he pulled away and moved to the other side of the stage.

“It’s real!” declared Beth to Martin.

“Lucky woman,” called out a man from the next table. “Wish I could have been you.”

“Me too,” added Martin.

As the music began to tail off, another dancer, this one a petite brunette with very small, pert breasts came out. She walked right to the young man, reached down between his legs and grasped his immense cock. With a tight grip on his rope, she towed him back towards the curtains. The crowd went wild when they saw this. Cheers, whistles and endless applause followed the two off the stage. The cries of “encore” were answered, but only briefly as the young dancer’s cock swung out from behind the curtain only to be retrieved by a woman’s hand once more.

“This is a great club,” Martin opined. “We sure made the right decision, didn’t we?”

The next act was two women, both dressed in identical french maid outfits. The stockings, garters and bustiers were of obvious quality, as was the flesh they encased. In the slightly darkened room, it took a moment to realize that not only were the outfits identical, so were the dancers. It was a twin act! This one was a fantasy of Martin’s —he was about to enjoy himself.

The sisters made the usual moves around the stage. Their skill was a notch above the two previous acts and it became clear that they might be the headliners. They were that good. Their dancing became increasingly sexual. Each girl would strip off a piece of clothing from her sister, who would then respond in kind. The chocolate syrup and the whipped cream came out quite early on, and both girls took liberal amounts of each to coat the other.

Next came the bananas. But these were particularly unripe. Bright green, they were obviously not edible. This soon was clear as one sister sat back on a small chair and spread her legs wide, capturing the other. The second sister slid her hands up the other’s thigh. She massaged some of the chocolate and cream on the creamy flesh under her palms.

Then it was time for the banana. The sister on the chair slowly peeled one of the bananas and gracefully presented it to her sister seated on the floor between her legs. In a flash, the rigid banana disappeared into the first woman’s cunt. It was gone.

Seated, the first girl writhed her hips in front of the other. Soon, the banana began to reappear between her cunt lips. First, an inch or so. Then a bit more, and finally enough for the second sister to grasp it gingerly in her teeth. Doing this, she pulled the rest of the fruit out of her sister’s vagina. She sucked most of the fruit into her throat and keeping it in her mouth, she walked across the stage to a spot not far from where Beth and Martin sat. There, she passed the banana to another patron of the club.

“It’s Leonard!!” exclaimed Beth. “It’s Leonard!”

Indeed, it was. And he was taking the fruit dildo from the dancer’s mouth, just as she was offering it to him.

By now, the two sisters were heavily into a sixty-nine position and they were really going at it. All this was lost on Beth as she stared across the room towards her BBC. Her Leonard. Without a second thought, she leaned over to Martin and before she could ask, he said, “Go for it! I will see you in the morning.”

Beth made her way across the room to where Leonard was sitting. He was at a table with two other men, but they had not come together. The story, it turned out, was much the same for Leonard as it had been for Beth. All day he had wandered the show floor in hopes of finding her, but with no luck at all. He explained that their brief exchange at breakfast had been one of the most erotic moments he could recall. Apparently, he had a fantasy of his own about a large-bosomed white woman. It had been obvious to him that Beth was extremely sexual, “probably something to do with pheromones or something,” he quipped.

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