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Just Another Night: Next Morning

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Just another night – next morning

“What would you like me to do for you?”

“Well, I need to get some of your cum out of my hair and clean off my body, help me out and I’ll do the same for you.”

I undid the belt of my silky dressing gown, pulling it down over my arms a little until the material just rested across the very edge of my nipples, I paused, looking him straight in the eye; seeing a challenge lighting in them, raising an eyebrow slightly and turned on my heel at the same time peeling the clingy material down to my waist. Baring my damp breasts to the mirror that I watched him from.

“I never took you for being the shy and introverted type after so many creamy nights darling” he said.

“Oh really?” An imp of mischief danced about in my head and I covered my breasts with my hands and turned round to face him once more.

I laughed out loud when I let my arms fall to my sides. He gulped hard and whistled low through his teeth. My rosy tipped nipples were beading under his gaze, the gentle breeze from the open door caressed them like a lover would, tipping my head back a little I let my eyes drift shut, moving my hands so they were lying flat on my stomach, fingertips just inside the material of the dressing gown and ever so slowly let it fall to the ground.

As soon as it had rolled into a bundle at my feet I stood naked in front of him for the first time. Of course, he had seen me writhing around naked on the bed for so long on so many occasions, but never had it been just the two of us in the cold unnatural light of a bathroom, never had I paraded for his inspection with tension waiting to explode. I looked back into the mirror and tried to say something, anything, but I said nothing, I was shaking.

“I’m ready Chris,” I said. I was ready for more than a late morning shower. My body looked primed, I felt as if I had never been so open with anyone before in my life and here I was standing naked before a man, my brother, who I loved without reservation, without care, I stood before someone who had loved and ravaged me for lifetimes.

A minute passed and still we said nothing, my feet were rooted, I was beginning to feel decidedly vulnerable, maybe I had got things wrong all this time, mixed up his signals, maybe he was having second thoughts. A blush started to rise from the top of my chest; I could feel it, the heat moved like a tide. I’d had enough, right at that moment I felt as if I wanted to crawl into a corner. “You’re ready now.”

His voice was hoarse, I watched the muscles play in his arms as he led me under the shower head, stepping a little closer to me, he raised my face and arms up and I felt the first splashes bathing my heated skin, the water washing away my fears, finally I understood.

He washed me so gently until all last nights dried cum and sweat had been washed away.

“There, I think that’s you all done, you look like a water nymph.” he said, stepping back while he pulled off his boxers. His broad chest tapered down to his waist, the cheeks of his arse just begged to be squeezed, to have fingernails biting into them, his manhood rose proudly from the nest of trimmed curls. My stomach muscles visibly clenched and I had to bite down on my bottom lip hard in an effort to keep my racing thoughts private.

He stood before me as I had stood before him, giving himself to me in the same way – naked and vulnerable. There was no questioning in his gaze, only need. I moved to stand behind him, stepping up onto the edges of the shower, I was now able to raise the showerhead high, slopping the water over his shoulders. I watched the water run down over his body in a hundred little rivers, glinting like silver in the bright bathroom light.

As the dousing continued, I splashed higher, covering his head; we were done, all remnants of the soap and shampoo gone. He turned the water off and made motions to turn around, but I halted him with a hand on his shoulder and began to lick at the water droplets clinging to his back.

My fingertips and tongue explored every muscle and sinew, moving lower with aching slowness, I didn’t forget a single detail. His breathing was growing ragged as I pushed my hands between his thighs, pushing them apart, forcing him to move his feet; my breath hot against the cleft of his buttocks, I raked my nails over the rounded globes, parting them slightly so my tongue could delve deeper. Tentatively I began to drag my tongue over his tightly puckered hole, the reaction was instant, his legs and buttocks tensed slightly but he didn’t pull away.

“Mmmmm, what the hell are you doing to me woman?” Each word seemed to be pulled from deep inside him as my tongue continued to lave.

“Getting to know you.” I whispered bringing my head back slightly before returning once more to my task but he pulled forwards suddenly.

“What a fantastic way to get to know someone.” he breathed quietly as he slowly pushed himself back to my waiting tongue. I spread his cheeks further escort bayan with the palms of my hands and pushed my tongue deep into his sphincter.

Slowly, I could feel him relax, as he wanted more and more of this hot feeling growing inside him.

I found him rocking his hips back and forth in sync with the thrusts of my protrusion. Suddenly, my tongue was gone and replaced with my finger that slowly worked its way up inside of him. My mouth returned to rimming him so gently, he didn’t want to react to what the finger was doing.

I found his prostate and rolled backwards and forwards across it, very slowly adding to the pressure with each pass. His manhood jumped with each passing and I could feel his cum slowly working its way up the shaft. Not a feeling of needing to cum, but just a delightful feeling of being full and waiting for it to appear in a puddle on the shower floor in front of him.

He had taken enough. He spun round, his hands hooked under my arms pulling me up in front of him. I knew looking at him there and then that he didn’t want to wait, he needed me quickly, badly, the feeling was raw and pure, his hands traced down my sides and held my waist as I locked my hands around his neck.

“You make me want you,” he said. There was no other way I could think to put it either.

He raised me high, his lips brushed against my nipple, capturing and making a prisoner of it in his mouth. Teeth grazed while his tongue flicked back and forth, I rested my head against his and wrapped my legs around his waist, there, he held me poised until he was finished with my breast, I tilted my head back and closed my eyes.

I tried to talk but he hushed me, his hands cupped my buttocks, holding me still, the dripping head of his cock resting against my wet, hot slit; my heels were digging into his lower back, urging him on, my hands brought his head forward and we kissed, a deep dragging kiss, letting loose all the emotions that had been reined in on us both the night before. Our mouths were still plundering each other as he suddenly dropped me down, his cock spearing right into the heart of me, my mouth opened wide under his as I felt myself being stretched beyond belief. His fingers dug into the flesh of my arse as my pussy clutched tightly around his shaft, my breath was hot on his mouth, his tongue danced with mine as he raised me high again, plunging me down hard again so that every inch of him lay deep inside me.

We were moving; his cock still sheathed deep within me as he leant back against the tiles, allowing me to brace my feet against the lower ones, letting me control the pace. We wanted this to last for the longest time, I could tell he wanted to be inside my incredibly tight tunnel forever, but I said nothing as I pushed upwards, biting down on his shoulder as we started to fuck. I cried out each time I felt the head of his huge cock plunge against my cervix, he moved one of his hands between us, sliding his fingers down to where we were both joined, his head bent slightly so he could watch his continuously leaking cock disappearing into me, again and again.

The pad of his thumb rubbed in tight circles over the nub of my engorged clit and I let loose the cries of the demented that had been building up inside. Forcing myself down onto him faster and faster, he answered with cries of his own and I felt some enormous emotion snap inside me, shattering me, there and then, I needed to feel him come undone in the same way.

Both of his hands moved to my hips, stilling me; I screamed in frustration, bowing my head to his shoulder, my breath coming hot and rapid on his heated skin, I felt weak, sapped but he started to move me, making short sharp thrusts, his back bowed as he thrust higher. He cried out my name and it was caught on the breeze, I started to shake, my muscles clutched tightly around him as I came hard around his enormous pole, tears coursed my cheeks as he brought me close against him, holding me, letting me ride my way through a heart stopping, explosive orgasm.

My juices flowed from me, covering his groin and rolling down the front of his legs as I shuddered from one peak to the next. We didn’t talk, our eyes spoke where our mouths couldn’t. Like that, we were joined for the longest time and although he hadn’t cum, his arm like cock still pulsed like steel inside of me, still his arms held me.

“If I had only known it was going to be like this when we took a shower, we would have done this a whole lot sooner.” His voice was quiet as he raised me up, his cock sliding slowly, painfully out of me. My legs were shaking as I stood before him. He kissed me lightly and moved away into the bathroom, returning quickly with a towel to dry me off. As we moved back to the bedroom, Jen lay alone in the bed still asleep after her night of self inflicted cumming and her quickie morning session with Sid before he left for work.

Chris softly lay beside her and spooned into her body as I did the same altıparmak escort behind him. He gently pulled Jen into him and kissed her lightly on her neck as his fingers traced back and forth along the underside of her breasts while his lips kissed her eyes softly shut.

We all drifted off into a warm, glowing semi sleep. Was it in my dreams, or was he now on his back as I felt his cock, once again beginning to grow, slowly being worked in my ravenous, hot mouth.

Jen was up on one elbow facing me, gently tracing lines down the side of my face with her fingernails. “Let me be with him now.” she whispered to me softly.

Her eyes stared at my bobbing head as I sucked loudly. She had always wanted to suck Sid while he was awake but he had refused. He had never said why.

I reluctantly pulled my mouth from him and looked at the still resting Jenny. “Come here!” I said. The words sounded so harsh, almost like a command.

Slowly, Jen began to lift herself upright. A second later, she was kneeling next to him, her slender leg pushing into his thigh. Her naked chest was heaving up and down in excitement. Her nipples were hard pebbles. The palm of his hand was flat on her tiny behind as his fingertips played slowly up and down the crease between her cheeks.

I could feel the blood pounding in my temples as I stared at the beautiful Jenny breasts before me. He looked down at Jen and then me. He held his breath when he saw me hold his waving penis out to Jen and then heard me say, “Come closer and suck it!”
Jen hesitantly shuffled her knees a little and reached out with a trembling hand and touched his saliva drenched penis. It almost felt hot enough to burn her hand. She wrapped her fingers around it, marveling at how large it looked and felt in her tiny hand. She could feel it pulsing as the blood rushed through it. She trembled. Her brain was screaming “No!” but her body was saying, “Yes!”

“Suck it Jen,” I said again and reached up to gently encourage her head down toward his penis.

A groan caught in Jenny’s throat as her mouth opened and she took his penis into her. I felt my swollen vagina pulse as the smooth and purple head slid past her lips and into her mouth. Then, her thoughts turned to the many times that his penis had been inside of my body. Instead of being repulsed, she felt electric shocks rush through her. She sucked him even harder. A steady stream of his pre-cum flowed out of his slit, coating her tongue and she swallowed. Another moan escaped her throat.

“That’s it, suck it, suck his big cock, swallow as much of his leakage as you can get. Mmmm, it tastes so good doesn’t it. Take him to the back of your throat, let him make you gag!” I whispered as I leaned close to my friend. “You’re making him so hot.”

Jenny moaned at my hot, sultry words. Her hand began to move faster up and down the long shaft and her lips made a sucking sound as she lost herself in the pleasurable task. She never thought oral sex could be so exciting.

He was going mad with desire. His hips began to lift off the bed and he felt his balls churning. “Oh God,” he moaned.

I could tell the signs and I knew that he was close to climaxing. I decided to warn her “Jen, he’s going to cum,” I whispered into her ear.

Jen felt a chill go down her spine at the words and she moaned deep in her throat, but she didn’t stop her movements. Instead, she picked up the pace, squeezed his log as hard as she could with both hands and wanked him furiously.

“Do you want to drink his never ending, hot, sticky ropes of cum?” I asked excitedly when she didn’t pull away.

Another moan came from deep in Jen’s throat. Her hand now became a blur as she began to desperately seek her reward.

“Ohhhhh!!!” he moaned loudly and lifted his hips. Suddenly, his balls pulled tight to his groin and his penis erupted.

A second later, Jen’s mouth was being filled with his thick, boiling, white ropes of sperm. It shot out of the head like a cannon, splattering the back of her throat. She swallowed and moaned as his thick juices slid down her throat. Her mouth filled again and again. Each time she swallowed and then sucked for more.

I watched in amazement as Jen drank his load. A smile came to my lips as I watched her continue to milk his softening penis until it fell wetly from her mouth.

Jenny had lost track of where she was and what she was doing. When she looked up, she saw Chris and me smiling at her. Suddenly, she felt very self-conscious. With a trembling hand she wiped a drop of sperm from the corner of her mouth and her face turned red with embarrassment. She spun around and resumed her spoons position. Chris cuddled up close to her, turned her head towards him and gently they shared a very wet, salty kiss and snuggled down behind her with me gently caressing his buttocks.

Once again, my dreams had me wondering how his monstrous erection could be so hard after mudanya escort its recent workout as it slowly worked its way up and down the beautiful crease of Jenny’s arse.

I lay up on one elbow and watched as he raised himself up onto his knees and gently rolled her over onto her back, he spread her legs with his knees and stepped between them.

I could feel that his breath was warm on the side of her neck as he explored her jaw line, pushing her hair back so he could drag the tip of his tongue along the length of her neck. Her breath was shaky as he moved lower, cupping her breasts in his hands, moving between both hardened peaks, biting gently, sucking till both ached.

He moved from there to raise one arm and nuzzle into the lush patch of raven hair that nestled there.

He moved lower and softly blew low on her stomach, his fingers moving in lazy circles. She cried out her need but he didn’t answer with words, instead dragging his fingernails from the inside of her knees up to where her legs joined her body.

I could see she was getting wetter and wetter as he continued to ignore the place where she needed to feel his touch most of all. She was being tortured sweetly, over and over. Her legs parted wide and she tried to move, hoping his fingers would stray to her pussy, but he backed off a bit and followed the path of his fingernails with his mouth, then at last she could feel his breath hot and panting against the apex of her thighs.

I breathed deep, inhaling her scent as his hands slid under her thighs, pushing them up so that her hips were tilted, pinned and totally open to him, creating havoc to her insides as he blew gently over her clit. She could stay quiet no longer and begged him, but he quieted her once more before letting the tip of his tongue lave over the delicate folds of her sex. I groaned low and deep as he buried himself between her thighs, letting go of her thighs so he could slide his palms under her arse, holding her up, drinking from her.

Every inch of her was explored with his tongue; sucking her clit into his mouth, pulling it hard away from her body, then lower, diving his tongue straight into her while his nose nudged against her rock hard nub. His hands rocked her back and forth while he fucked her with his tongue, fingers moving under her, she could feel his thumb rubbing her tight little rose.

She told me later, in her world, she had never been touched like this before, her stomach muscles jumped in shock and she tried to wriggle away but she was held still, worked on till she was a quivering mess, juices running from her pussy and his chin, drenching the underside of her glistening cheeks and starting to pool around his thumb, acting as a lubricant for the pressure he was slowly building.

He worked her tightest hole in small circles until he felt her relax slightly against him, taking it as a cue; he pushed through the tightly banded muscles. The pleasure-laced pain had her screaming out, she couldn’t stay quiet as his mouth and hand urged her on. I could see his fingers were splayed across her buttocks as his thumb pushed deeper and his tongue mashed on; she must have seen stars as she came under his mouth, bucking against his mouth and thumb, my murmured words of encouragement spurring her on till she completely lost control.

Right there and then she needed to feel his hot, heavy meat filling her. It had never been like this for her before, she had never once begged a man nor been this wet.

She must have been able to feel him easing his thumb out of her rose bud slowly as he raised his head up, letting his body slide along the length of hers, a hand now rested on either side of her face, lowering his head down to hers, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

Using both his hands he rolled her over onto her stomach, letting his knees push her thighs wide apart, at this moment she could almost feel the silky head of his penis invading her body, but he took his time, nipping at her shoulder with his teeth, licking a path down her spine to the small dimple at the very base, his hands rested on her cheeks, he didn’t need to spread her, she was already open to his needs. He lapped at her in the same way I had him earlier.

It must have felt amazing, dirty, I hung on to her soaked leg as she tried to wiggle away from his tongue but she was held still. Little by little she relaxed and felt the wet heat of his tongue push a little way inside her brown ring, quickly followed by a finger, then two, it felt as if she was being stretched wide, she had no idea that pain like this could bring so much pleasure.

He covered her with his body, whispering softly in her ear as he let the head of his cock push slowly into her pussy, coating it with her wetness, she was ready for him. Drawing his hips back he rose higher, I grabbed his pulsing shaft and guided it as he pushing against her tightest hole, slippery wet already, it wasn’t going to go. He pushed a little harder, still it wouldn’t go.

He rose up again and I pushed my tongue against her hole and spat a wad of saliva inside. I still had hold of him and worked on his monumental shaft with my mouth. Again, he lowered himself down and eased the first few fractions of the purple head inside.

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Catherine’s face turned flush.

“Are you sure? There must be some sort of mistake.”

“I’m sorry Cathy,” the manager replied. “You’re a terrific person. You really are. But the job was seasonal. We made that clear from the start.”

Catherine was still wearing her waitressing outfit at the restaurant. The 19 year old college student had a dumbfounded look on her face. She knew the job was seasonable, but she had hoped an extension would be possible.

“Are you sure there’s nothing you can do? I thought I was a good waitress here.”

“You’re an excellent waitress,” the manager replied sadly. “But I’m sorry, we can’t afford to keep everyone. If business picks up and we need more employees, you’ll be the first person I call. I promise.”

Catherine nodded. “Thanks for the opportunity. I really appreciate it.”

She extended her hand, and they both shook hands as a goodwill gesture. When Catherine turned to walk away, the manager suddenly looked uncomfortable.

“Excuse me, Cathy, I’m really sorry, but I’ll be needing that outfit back. Those are for employees only.”

An annoyed look appeared on her face. It was a final insult to her, even though it was strictly business. Catherine removed the waitressing outfit handed it to the manager. She stood in her jeans and small tshirt.

“There you go,” she said as politely as possible. “You really know how to kick a girl while she’s down. Have a good day.”

Catherine left the restaurant and went back to her apartment.

***

Later that afternoon. Catherine’s long brown hair was spread across the couch. She was laying in the fetal position with a depressed mood while watching tv. The door to the apartment opened and her roommate entered.

“Well you look really happy,” Abbey said sarcastically, before closing the door. She sat down in the living room next to her friend.

“I just lost my job. I’m so depressed now.”

“Wasn’t that job seasonable?”

“Yeah, but that’s not the point,” Catherine replied with her face buried halfway in a pillow. “I worked so hard that I thought my job would be extended. The manager told me months ago that it was a possibility.”

“Lighten up. I’m sure you’ll find another job eventually.”

“Thanks. But I don’t think our landlord will be so forgiving. And with college tuition being increased, I’m doubly screwed.”

“We both are,” Abbey sighed, sinking into the couch. “I’m not exactly swimming in cash either.”

“At least you still have an income,” Catherine replied. “My student loans are maxed out, and asking my parents for more money is out of the question.”

“Why aren’t your parents an option?”

“Because they think I’m too old to get financial support from them. Once I left the house, I’m on my own.”

Abbey nodded. “My parents are the same way.”

“Looks like I’ll be hunting for another part time job.”

Abbey thought for a moment. “I think I have an idea for you. Are you open to anything? I mean, anything?”

“Maybe. Depends on what it is.”

“Why don’t you try modeling?”

Catherine gave her friend a stern look. “Are you kidding me? I’m not exactly model material, in case you haven’t noticed. My face is kind of average and my body could use work.”

“A lot of men like nerdy women these days. Besides, I think you’re very pretty. A lot of guys agree.”

“Thanks,” Catherine replied with a hint of sarcasm.

“Maybe you can pose for an art class on campus? I’ve heard that the professors pay well.”

“Art class? You mean nude modeling?”

Abbey nodded. “Yep. It literally requires no skills. You just stand there for an hour and rake in the big bucks.”

“This conversation is getting ridiculous,” Catherine replied with a dry tone. “First of all, there’s no way I’m posing nude so that people can examine my body. Secondly, there’s no way I’m doing it in front of my fellow classmates. God, how could you suggest such a thing?”

“It’s not a big deal. Plenty of students do it for extra money.”

“The answer is no. Gosh, I can’t believe you’re still talking about it.”

“Okay, fine,” Abbey shrugged. “But I hear that some models are paid up to a hundred bucks per hour.”

“For just standing there?” Catherine inquired.

“What else is a model going to do?”

Catherine thought for a moment. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”

“Are you interested then? I can let my art professor know that you’d like to model.”

“I’m definitely not interested. Thanks for the suggestion though.”

Abbey squinted her eyes. “Okay, sure.”

“You’re giving me a weird look.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Just tell me,” Catherine insisted. “I know you’re thinking something weird about me.”

“I can tell that you’re kind of curious about posing nude. I can see it on your face. Frankly, I don’t blame you. It’s easy money and there’s no work involved. So why not give it a try? Who cares what anyone else thinks?”

“If it’s that simple, why haven’t you done it?”

“Me? Model nude? No way.”

“My point exactly,” Catherine bursa eskort scoffed.

Abbey smiled, “Fair enough. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need a shower. Good luck on your job search.”

“Thanks.”

When Abbey left, Catherine went back to laying in the fetal position on the couch.

***

Later that night. Catherine was in her pajamas looking up job listings online. She skimmed through the various ads looking for part-time employment. Most of the jobs were out of her skill range. Other jobs were for manual labor.

After almost giving up hope, Catherine thought about nude modeling work, which Abbey had suggested. It wasn’t something she took seriously, but it made her curious. She searched for what she could, and was underwhelmed. Most of the job listings for nude work were pornographic, which turned her off immediately. Nude art wasn’t much better. The pay was extremely low.

Catherine scrolled down the screen and a particular posting caught her attention:

Looking for a nude female model between the ages of 20 to 25 to attend a private function. The model must currently be attending college, or a graduate school. No prior experience needed. Our preference is someone of average appearance and average physical build.

Starting pay is $500 per hour for an afternoon or evening service. Bonuses will be included depending on guest donations.

Dates to be determined.

The pay was simply too good to be true, she thought to herself. Catherine stared at the computer screen ,wondering if she had the courage to actually do it. She then emailed the link to Abbey.

Catherine closed her computer, turned off the lights, and went to bed.

***

The next morning. The two roommates were in the kitchen with messy hair, preparing their granola breakfast cereals with almond milk. They were still in their pajamas as they started to eat.

“I saw that email you sent me,” Abbey said, eating her food.

“What did you think about it?”

“Sounds like a great job opportunity.”

Catherine shook her head. “Yeah right, like that’s ever going to happen.”

“No? Then why did you send me that email?” Abbey asked with an eyebrow raised.

“I just wanted your reaction, that’s all. Apparently they’re willing to pay $500 per hour for a few hours of work, plus tips. That’s crazy, isn’t it?”

“Not really. Did you see the zip code? It’s in an upscale neighborhood. They could buy and sell our asses with ease.”

“Oh, well that makes sense,” Catherine nodded.

“Why don’t you give them a call?” Abbey suggested. “If you do it, it’s not like you’re ever going to see those people in your everyday life. Just go there, do the nude thing, then leave with all your money. Everybody wins.”

“I still don’t know if I can do it. I’ve never been comfortable with a lot of people looking at me. Being naked would make things so much tougher.”

“Why would it be tough? The job listing said they’re looking for a girl with an average face and body.”

Catherine shot her friend a stern look. “So that’s me, right?”

“I’m only quoting the ad,” Abbey smiled. “Don’t be so sensitive. Okay, pretty girl?”

“I know I’m average looking. I guess that’s why I’m so self-conscious about being naked in front of everyone. If I was a perfect 10, I wouldn’t mind taking my clothes off for that kind of money.”

Abbey got up and placed her phone and a small note pad in front of Catherine. There was a phone number written on the note.

“Just call them,” Abbey said. “What’s the harm? Find out if they’re legit, then make your decision. The money is really good. Plus it could be great for your self-esteem. Maybe you’ll finally realize how sexy you can be.”

Catherine thought for a moment. “Fine. I guess I’ll call.”

*

She picked up the phone and called the number. After a few rings, a man answered the other line.

“Good morning, you have reached the Wilson’s residency,” a man said with a heavy British accent. “My name is Thomas. How may I assist you today?”

A sudden sense of nervousness came over Catherine. She had immediately realized that she was out of her depth. These were simply a higher class of people.

“Umm, hello Thomas,” she said in a small, unsteady voice. “My name is Catherine. I’m calling in regards to the ad you placed online. You know, the one about the modeling service. That one, remember?”

“It’s nice speaking with you Catherine,” he replied politely. “Yes, I remember, we placed that ad several days ago.”

“Oh, is the offer still there?”

“Yes, the offer is still valid. Would you like to arrange a meeting between us to determine your eligibility?”

“That sounds great,” Catherine replied.

“When are you free?

“How about Friday 10 am?”

He wrote down the time. “Friday 10 am. We officially have an appointment. Let me give you the address.”

Catherine wrote down the address after he gave it to her. “Thank you. I look forward to this.”

“As do I,” he replied. “See you then.”

“Bye.”

“Have görükle escort a good day, Catherine.”

*

When Catherine ended the call, she looked at her friend with a mortified expression. She was in disbelief after making an appointment for a nude modeling gig.

“What just happened?” she asked rhetorically.

“I believe you’re on your way to your first modeling job,” Abbey smiled. “Excuse me, nude modeling job.”

“This is all your fault.”

“My fault? All I did was hand you the phone. I didn’t force you to arrange a meeting with the guy.”

“I know,” Catherine replied. “But you’re like a drug dealer, tempting me with your sinful ideas.”

“You won’t be complaining after all that cash you make.”

Catherine shrugged. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

“So are you going to the interview?” Abbey asked. “I’m not pressuring you or anything. It’s totally your choice. All I’m saying is that it’s a harmless way to make money. If you’re not comfortable doing it, then I’ll call him back and cancel the appointment.”

Catherine thought for a moment. “You’re right. It’s completely harmless. And it’s not like I’m ever going to see those people in my everyday life. I guess I’ll go to the interview to see what the fuss is about.”

“Wow. You’re actually serious about this.”

“Surprised?”

“I’m shocked,” Abbey replied. “But in a good way. I like that you’re trying new things. I could tell you were kinda interested in nude modeling when I brought it up yesterday.”

“Only after you mentioned the amount of money I could make,” Catherine said to clarify. “This seems like a whole different level though. I wonder what they have planned?”

They continued eating their breakfast. Catherine did her best to give an appearance of confidence, but deep down, the nerves were raging.

***

Days later. It was Friday morning and the two college students were on their way to the job interview. Abbey drove her small car while Catherine was on the lookout for the address. They were in a wealthy neighborhood, which was far nicer than they had expected. The closer they came to the address, the bigger the houses appeared, and they were eventually surrounded by large mansions.

“Jeez, look at this place,” Catherine gasped.

“I know. I hope this wasn’t some elaborate prank for us to go bother some rich people.”

“You think this might be a prank?”

“I’m joking,” Abbey replied. “I’m sure this whole thing is totally legit.”

Catherine kept her eyes peeled before finally spotting the address.

“There it is. On the left.”

Abbey turned the car and they stopped in front of the gate of a large mansion. She rolled her window down.

“Cross your fingers,” Abbey said, before pushing the button on the intercom.

“Wilson’s residency,” a man replied.

“Hi, my name is Abbey. My friend Catherine has a 10 am appointment with Thomas.”

“Yes, come in.”

“Thank you.”

The large metal gates opened and Abbey drove inside the estate. Once again, the two young women marveled at their surroundings. The estate was large and spacious. The mansion was huge and elegant. Abbey parked her car and the two friends looked at each other nervously.

“I’ll do the talking,” Catherine said.

“Do you mind if I wait out here? I’ll just walk outside and enjoy the scenery.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s less awkward that way,” Abbey replied. “Plus, big mansions give me the creeps. I used to have nightmares about places like this. Too many horror movies.”

“Well that’s reassuring to hear right now. Thank you.”

“You’ll be fine. I’ll be here to protect you in case anything happens.”

“Of course,” Catherine replied. “If you hear screams, I’m sure you’ll use your ‘particular set of skills’ to rescue me like in that movie Taken.”

Abbey nodded. “Unfortunately I didn’t bring any weapons. So I’ll just have to use my hands. Get in there already. Thomas is expecting you.”

Catherine got out of the car and walked up the stairway of the large mansion. The door opened as she approached it, and she was greeted by an elegantly dressed man in his early 50’s.

*

She sat awkwardly in the guest room while Thomas prepared a cup of tea. When it was ready, he brought it to her on a tray, and she graciously accepted it, taking a small sip. He sat down across from her and they looked at each other.

“Beautiful home,” she said randomly.

“Yes, I’ve had the pleasure of working here for the past 15 years of my life.”

“I’m assuming you’re the housekeeper.”

“Something along those lines,” he nodded. “I’m in charge of running this household on behalf of Mr. & Mrs. Wilson. They are my employers.”

“That’s nice to hear. My mom used to be a housekeeper for a wealthy couple.”

“Which brings us to the purpose of this meeting. Tell me, what made you respond to the ad I placed online.”

Catherine gathered her thoughts. “Well, I’m a college student. Tuition and rent are going up, and I was bursa escort bayan recently laid off from my job as a waitress. My best friend suggested that I try doing art modeling since it’s easy money. I wasn’t interested at first, but I saw your ad and it caught my eye.”

“Do you have any prior modeling experience?”

“None whatsoever.”

“Perfect.”

“Really? Why?” she asked, confused.

“The Wilsons prefer inexperienced women. It’s a particular preference of theirs.”

“What exactly is the job offer?”

“Many extravagant parties are held in this residency,” Thomas explained. “All of our guests are financially wealthy people. The events are always formal, with guests wearing their finest outfits and their expensive jewelry. Although these are classy events, there are many adult aspects to them as well.”

“Meaning, nude women?”

“Precisely.”

“What do the women have to do?” she asked.

“Anything they’re comfortable doing. Some women simply pose nude. Others serve drinks or socialize with the guests.”

“Sounds interesting. And this is for $500 dollars per hour right?”

“$500 is what we advertise. The truth is, the women that come to work here are paid substantially more by Mr. Wilson, depending on the services rendered. Our guests also enjoy tipping the women. After a few hours, the women have made a considerable amount of money.”

“How much on average?”

“I’d rather not say. But it’s considerable.”

Catherine thought for a moment. “If I was interested, how would this work? I simply show up and pose nude in a room full of people?”

“Precisely.”

“It’s that simple?”

He nodded, “It’s that simple. The only thing we ask is that you sign a confidentiality agreement. You may tell your friend that you’ve modeled nude or other things which may occur, but under no circumstance may you reveal the identity of our guests to anyone. Our guests are affluent people, and they value their privacy. Breach of this agreement will result in immediate legal action.”

The words ‘other things’ took Catherine slightly by surprise. There was a suggestive tone that she wasn’t expecting. Regardless, she needed the money, and the job seemed simple enough.

“This sounds like something I might be able to do,” she said. “Do I have to audition or anything?”

“No. The Wilsons have a preference for shy women with no experience in public nudity. They prefer women with average appearances. Someone like you is exactly what they want. It’s a fetish that many of our guests share. Also, the Wilsons prefer college students because they value education, and they want to help women facing financial hardship.”

“I fit perfectly in all of those categories,” she replied, half jokingly.

“Indeed you do.”

Catherine was slightly offended and had the urge to storm out of the mansion. But the job offer was great, and it caused her to think for a moment.

“I’ll do it,” she said.

Thomas stood up and extended his hand. Catherine stood up and did the same, and they shook hands.

“Our next party is the following Saturday, next week” he said. “Be here by 1 pm. After you’ve signed the confidentiality agreement, you will be working here from 2-6 pm. You are expected to be completely naked at all times.”

Catherine’s eyes widened.

***

Days later. Catherine stood in front of the living room mirror, fully dressed, examining her body. She modeled herself in different poses. The front door opened and Abbey arrived to the apartment after finishing her classes for the day.

“What are you doing?” Abbey asked.

“Do you think I look okay?” Catherine replied, still modeling herself to the mirror.

“Stop being so nervous. You look fine.”

“I don’t think I can do this. No way. This isn’t for me.”

“Then are you going to call Thomas and tell him the bad news?”

“I don’t know,” Catherine shrugged.

Abbey walked directly behind Catherine, and they both looked in the mirror together.

“Of course you aren’t going to cancel,” Abbey said. “Deep down, I know you want to do this. I can tell you’re curious.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“We’ve been best friends for nearly 10 years. If you didn’t want to do this, you never would have looked up that ad online. And you never would have picked up that phone for the job inquiry.”

The two women continued looking at Catherine’s reflection in the mirror, with Abbey standing behind her.

Catherine gave a long pause. “Even if I wanted to do it, I’m so insecure about my body that I’ll probably freak out and make a huge fool of myself.”

“Then I guess you need practice,” Abbey said suggestively.

“I really don’t like what you’re up to.”

“Come on, take your tshirt off.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Take your tshirt off. If you can’t do it in front of me, then you won’t be able to do it at the party for big money.”

“You’re such a mean person,” Catherine said.

“This is for your own good. Now take it off.”

Catherine reached down and lifted her tshirt over head, tossing it to the couch. Both women looked in the mirror while Catherine was standing in her white bra. She had an average build for a female college student, with average sized breasts.

“Happy now?” Catherine asked with attitude.

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When we got back to school, I was still on cloud nine. The cool clothes I got and all the fun I had plus got to meet some fun girls there also. Neko and I became a lot closer and by the end of the week, my oral skills on her rivaled those on what I can do on guys. But I didn’t believe her that was until she showed up at my dorm room one night, dressed me up then took me back to her hotel and fucked my brains out with her array of toys.

I sucked and fucked Carl every which way I could and whom ever else he requested of me. He started to give me an allowance since I was fired from my job and had no clue on what I would do for money over the summer and for school next year. But I wasn’t going to worry about it until it was time to worry.

Carl told me towards the end of the semester that after he graduates that he was moving up to Chicago to work with his brother and I was happy for him but also sad that he was leaving me. That was until he told me that at the end of the semester I will be going up to Chicago with him and if I didn’t agree then he would send that interesting DVD of me in action to everyone in my town then sell it online. I was flabbergasted at the threat but I really didn’t need the threat, I was going to do it anyhow.

He said that he would get me transferred to a school up there and we would work something out for tuition then he will take care of everything. So looks like I get to suck and fuck him everyday now and kind be like his live in booty call. Plus, on the bonus side, I would be able to hang out with Neko more and meet new people. The end of the semester ended with a whimper, nothing like how I ended my first semester but I knew I aced all my finals because I needed to focus on other things to distract me from being constantly horny. Towards the end of the semester and Carl fucking with my head again, I was so fucking horny that it took every ounce of strength for me not to walk up to a hot black guy drop to my knees, blow him and let him fuck me in the middle of the Quad.

Once finals were over for Carl, he texted me to get my ass over to his place made me pack up all his things then as a reward he fucked me for my good service. I only had clothes, so my packing was fast and easy and when the movers came to Carl’s place, I already had my things there. He was very friendly with the guys and I just sat on the couch excited for a change.

“Hey slut why don’t you show those hard working boys what a good little slut does for her man.” He said.

“White girl is a fucking Hoover vacuum” He added.

The four guys were excited and quickly moved to me on the couch undoing their pants. The oldest guy was first up and he undid his pants like it was his last chance on earth to get a blowjob. I almost snickered when I saw what he was packing and then could see why he was so excited. He was pencil thin and about 5 inches in length. He had a rancid funk to him that when I started to tease his cock with my tongue I almost gagged at the stench but by the fact that he was rock as a hard, I knew that I wouldn’t have to do much to make him cum. I twirled my tongue around his head as I grabbed onto the base of his cock. I took a deep breath then slowly wrapped my lips around his black cock then slowly began to bob back and forth on him until he shot his load in my mouth. I thought he smelled rancid but his cum was just completely disgusted and I needed some water to get the taste outta my mouth before I moved onto the next guy.

The old guy pulled up his pants then moved over to Carl making small talk with him as I slid down the couch to see the other guys already hard jerking themselves off slowly to stay hard. The second guy was a lot more impressive but paled in comparison to Carl. I worked my magic on each of the other three leaving a room full of satisfied guys and hearing Carl praise me was well worth it. It wasn’t the first or the last blowjob I gave to someone that Carl told me and I was wrapped around his cock 24-7 and did whatever he wanted.

The movers left us to meet us up in Chicago and Carl had to make one last pit stop in town before we left for Chicago and I started my new life. I had no idea on what was in store for me but it was better than going back home begging for my parent’s forgiveness and not being an outcast in town.

I could never figure out what our relationship was; did he see me as his girl since I didn’t see him dating anyone or was I just a booty call for him. He would take me out and show me off to his friends. He enjoyed seeing me in short skirts with my long sexy legs especially when I bent at the waist and shook my cute ass for him. But at the same time on days that I didn’t go out with him, he would call me up in the middle of the night and I would go over there or sign him in at my dorm room. He would just fuck me then kick me out or leave but I enjoyed his company and it was nice to be wanted and feel needed in life plus when I did things for him, I bursa escort bayan really liked being the center of attention.

He even signed me up and paid for strip aerobics classes at the local gym which was a lot of fun and he enjoyed my private shows for him and he was the only one I showed off my new skills too so far. His last stop was to the local shelter that he and I volunteered at some weekends helping out the kids in the community. I waited in the car for him and finally got the taste of funky cum out of my mouth.

We just beat the rush hour traffic on our way up to Chicago and just missed it once we got to Chicago. The movers already came and gone but my exploits were already known to Ron and Neko. I was excited to see her and have fun with her as much as I could. The guys decided to make a toast to Ron graduating and him starting off in the business. I was excited for him as much as I was for myself. I slammed the glass of champagne and within seconds I felt very light headed and then the room went dark.

When I awoke, I felt light headed still and raised my hands to make sure that I had 10 fingers and ten toes but when I lifted my head I couldn’t see me toes, just saw the blanket that was covering me and I freaked out thinking that something happened to my legs. I raised myself off the bed and saw something shocking. I actually had breasts now, not the 32B to a 38D now. I was shocked and started to fondle them thinking they felt somewhat real but I knew they were fake. I took off my shirt and they looked so perfect on my chest that I started to cry about this wonderful revelation. I checked myself out in the mirror and loved what I saw. Then noticed that I had a small tattoo just above my shaved pussy, it was a spade and I had no idea what it meant but I didn’t care, I have big tits now. I squeezed them pushed them together, I was like a kid with a new toy to play around with. I laid back down and they defied gravity. My second thought was how great Carl’s cock would look in-between them.

I was in heaven and happier than I ever was, I never thought something cosmetic and out of sheer vanity would make me so happy but for me big breasts were always a dream since I was the only girl in my family that had small breasts. My younger sister at puberty had bigger boobs than me and that always irked me. I finally jumped out of bed wanting to show them off to Carl. I ran into the living room to see Carl, Ron and 2 other people in there discussing something and when I ran into the room everyone stopped and saw me and my new fun bags.

“Guess you like your little gift, slut?” Ron asked.

“Yes, thank you!” I excitedly said.

“Come closer and since you disturbed our meeting, why not show off your twins to everyone here.” Carl said in a somewhat harsh tone.

I scurried over then all the guys got a chance to play with them then let me jump up and down to see them bounce. I knew I was disturbing something, so I apologized then went back into my room. My mind was racing at the chance to do more shopping get new clothes and show off my breasts.

About an hour past, when I heard a loud yell for me in the living room, I put on a t-shirt and it barely covered my stomach now and I really liked it then made my way into the living room to see just Carl and Ron.

“Listen slut, you almost fucked up a perfect meeting for Carl and me by running in here like a fucking retard.” Ron yelled.

“Sorry.” I said while lowering my head.

“So, to make it up to us, those guys wanted a private meeting with you at their place tomorrow night and you are going to suck and fuck them like their was no tomorrow.” He added. If you don’t then I’m gonna throw your ass out and you can be some street walking slut sucking cock for 10 bucks a pop.” He added.

“Yea, whore, we own your ass now.” Carl said.

“You do what we say or you will regret it, those tits belong to us since we paid for them, those clothes belong to us and everything you got and will have is all because of us, so from now on, you will continue to what I say and anything I agree with from my brother. We own your white trash ass and you are our whore.” Carl added.

“So here is the deal, you suck and fuck whoever we say in return you get free room and board, clothes, and to show we ain’t heartless, we will pay for your education. Since smart whores mean better business since most guys in front of a hot smart women melt and when you show off those long ass legs and big tits, no man can resist. I know I can’t,” He continued.

“Yea, so we gonna do something we ain’t done since Carl hit puberty and double team your ass and fuck you silly.” Ron said.

“Now you going to be our lil slutty stripper and show us what you learned in those classes I had you take” Carl added.

I did a split on floor to start off to show off my flexibility, moved the coffee table aside, and began to sway my hips from side to side with bursa evi olan escort the music that started to play. I ran my hands over my ass and thighs as I got up and swayed to the music. I turned around, ran my hands over my new breasts, and pinched my nipples. My hand moved down and caressed my pussy. I raised my skirt up to show my ass and pussy. I continued to sway my hips to the music, walking toward Ron. I turned around, bent over putting my ass close to his face, and then smacked my ass hard. I straddled him next pressing my ass against his crotch and sliding up and down while cupping my breasts. I took one of the straps off my shoulder then the other. I pulled down my top to expose my breasts and erect nipples. I can feel his cock getting hard against my ass. I got up off him then moved over to Carl and swayed from side to side in front of him. I turned around and moved in between his legs while pressing my breasts into his face and then slide my hand down to his crotch and rubbed his hard cock.

“I want you big black cock in-between my breasts master.” I whispered in his ear

I pressed my body against his and then stood up on the couch and put my pussy close to his face while my hips swayed to the music. I slide down and was now straddling him. My hands played with my breasts and slide down to my pussy. I played with my pussy for a few second when I took my hand and licked my finger then began to finger myself. I moved it in and out a few times, brought my hand back up to my mouth, and licked my finger clean. I then rose up from him and did a split onto the floor while running my hands over my breasts and stomach. I got on my back and held my ankles for him looking at him seductively. The music stopped and both guys seemed to be shocked at the performance but the fact that both were hard as a rock was confirmation that I did a good job.

“These black cocks ain’t gonna cum by themselves slut, got your white ass over here and do what you do best.” Ron finally barked out.

I crawled on my knees over to Ron since it would be an easy chore to get him to cum then work my way over to my man. I pulled myself up between his legs looking up at him and he smiled I stroked his erect cock I slowly engulfed his cock and I guess my show was a look hotter than I thought it was because after a few bobs up and down, he blew his load in my mouth. I got every drop then licked him clean giving his balls a quick kiss.

My attention then turned to Carl and he was stroking his cock as I crawled over to him and it looked wonderful and I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around it. I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue and licked up and down. I wrapped my lips around his head and began to bob up and down on his cock. I felt his hand play with my hair then he placed it on the back of my head and pushed downward on it.

His cock was going deeper and deeper into my mouth. I changed the pace of my bobs and licked all around his cock. I teased his balls with my tongue and loved every last second of it. I could taste his precum in my mouth and knew it would give me what I needed. I knew I need this thick black cock inside and just as he was about to cum. He pulled away and stroked his cock, so he can shot his load into my mouth and face.

Ron dragged me onto the couch with my legs spread apart and my head just off the couch then shoved his limp cock into my mouth. He moved it in and out slowly, while Carl grabbing my ankles and spreading my legs apart then smacked his semi limp cock against my clit and I moaned in ecstasy into Ron’s now hard cock.
Once Carl was completely erect, he slammed his cock into my soaking wet pussy and it felt right at home inside me. His pace went from slamming his cock into me rapidly and slowly pulling out to fucking me like a jackhammer while he and his brother talk trash to me while Ron squeezed my new breasts.

“Damn, those things almost feel real, we have to give Doctor Jones a taste of his work.” Ron commented.

“If he got her, he would die of a heart attack because she would fuck the life outta him and she is such a slut now that she would probably ride him as rigor motrus set in.” Carl quipped back.
I was getting fucked like there was no tomorrow by Carl now, I felt his cock stretching my pussy and just as he was slowing down his pace, I started to rub my clit. I came almost instantly. They took turns fucking my pussy and letting me suck their cocks again. I felt my hand being pulled away from my wet pussy. I then felt a cock fill me up and I purred like a kitten as they now took turns fucking my mouth. I tasted my pussy on their cocks and loved it.

“Fuck my tits. Carl, I want your black cock in between them baby.” I begged as the orgasms I had from Ron began to subside.

I was now on the floor from falling off the couch exhausted from riding Carl then Ron and back to Carl. He knelt over me and his massive black missile bursa otele gelen escort rested beautifully on my chest. His cock glistened with my juices while I squeezed my new weapons together around his cock. It looked so wonderful in-between them. He rocked his hips back and forth on me hitting my chin with the tip of his cock. His pace quickly increased as he began to tweak then pull on my nipples. Ron moved over my head and smacked his limp cock on my forehead then on my cheeks. After several minutes of fucking my sweet new breasts, Carl let out a loud grunt then sprayed cum all over my chest and face. I savored the moment then scooped and licked up all his cum that I could get to. I was satisfied for the moment but knew I would be wanting more very soon.

As I slowly walked back into my room listening to the guys talk about their conquest, I couldn’t help but be amazed at how great my new tits looked on me and how hot I looked now. Soon after I collapsed onto my bed, Neko came in then dragged me out shopping to get some new clothes that showed off my new breasts. All the guys were checking us out as we walked down the street then when we stopped for some coffee, I was so close to throwing a cup of coffee at a guy since it was all we did while out was listen to guys hit on us.

The next day, I got into a tight tube dress that Ron got me to show off my assets for his clients then a chauffeured car took me into a seedier side of town to meet the guys that I disturbed the day before. The 2 guys had their own studio in their basement and the whole house smelled like weed. They liked what they saw in me and within minutes they had me on my knees sucking both of them off which then quickly changed to them taking turns fucking my silky smooth pussy. By the time I was done with them, they called Ron and told him that they had a deal. I wiggled my way back into my dress while both of the guys sat on the couch there exhausted with huge smiles on their faces. I gave them a coy smile then walked out and got back in the car then went back to the condo.

Over the next few weeks, I loved showing off my new tits especially for Carl. He enjoyed his gifts to me as much as I did but think he just enjoyed covering my face with his hot black seed and enjoyed towering over me as I worshipped his mighty cock. I began to hate fucking Ron because it was a waste of my time and he was just way too rough. Carl would often leave the room when he would start slapping me around putting me in my place as he called it but I just took it because I really had no place else to go.

I was a submissive slut to Carl and Ron now and did whomever and whatever they wished of me. I would crawl around, beg to be fucked by both of them and just treated like crap by Ron. Carl would treat me more like his woman and his property and I would often hear them arguing about my role in their lives. But Carl was by far the more dominant one out of the two, so he would often win those arguments.

Ron informed me of a party that they were having over the weekend and I better be at the top of my game. So he sent Neko and me out to get new clothes and get our hair and nails done. Then we did some other things that we kept secret between us. I didn’t mind being dominated by her every now and then because that bitchy Japanese chick could fuck a lot better than Ron could with half the size strap on but she always brought the heavy artillery for me, she knew I was a size queen and damn proud to be one at that.

The night of the party, I got dressed up in this really tight black dress and some fuck me pumps and I do have to say that I looked damn fine now. Neko looked equally as stunning as did Carl. I offered to blow Carl in the car for a little pre party fun and he eagerly accepted. I worked my magic on his wonderful magnificent cock and I savored every moment of it and having people watch me was even a bigger turn on for me now.

When we arrived at the party, I scanned the room and there were a few women there dressed like total sluts but mostly well dressed black men. Some were sexy as hell while others few just fat and ugly. I sipped on my glasses of champagne when Ron gave me a smack on my ass telling me to work the room. I introduced myself to the guys in the room and flirted my ass off with the guys I liked and faked my way through liking the others.

Once the music started, I and Neko danced seductively on the dance floor in a world of our own. We had a connection and I knew that she was the real brains behind the success of Ron and Carl’s business plus she knew where all the money was and knew how to hide it since I was saving any money I got for tips or Carl gave me letting her invest my money for me. Plus, with school starting soon, she helped me pick a career and told me I was going to be her lawyer and got me into pre law classes at the local university.

My hands were all over her and the show that we put on while dancing had many of the guy’s jaws on the ground and I loved that look of awe and shock on guys now whether it be after I fuck them silly or gave them a blowjob that they could only wish their wives gave them. I knew my sexuality was my power and used it to my advantage. The music stopped and then I saw Ron on the microphone.

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(I wrote this series of stories without dialogue intentionally as an experiment)

I turn to the cabbie as he drives and explain what a naughty little girl you have been over the past several months that we have been seeing each other. As I tell him about some of our past adventures, I set the vibe onto the lowest setting…the waves of gentle pleasure between your legs are not enough to make you cum, but enough to make you squirm. And squirm you do. It’s a long drive, and halfway through you are begging me for release, begging me to turn up the remote so that you can cum again.

But I am cruel. When you beg and squirm I turn it off entirely and make you sit quietly as I explain to the cabbie in careful details the last time you rode my face, while I bathed your delicious pussy in kisses, licks and nibbles and you trembled and gushed over me. Once you have calmed down again (at least on the outside), and promised to be good, I turn the vibe on the lowest setting and regale the cabbie with more tales of our adventures. You bite your lower lip in growing frustration desperate to achieve another orgasm, and silently damning me for my inattention to your needs.

After what seems like an eternity of this exquisite torture we arrive at our destination, a posh beachfront condominium with a rooftop restaurant that faces the bursa escort shimmering waters of the Gulf of Mexico. The sun still won’t set for another half hour at least, and I pay our poor cabbie generously in cash for his services and for his stoic resolve. As he pulls the car into the circular driveway in front of the restaurant entrance, I look down at his long thick erection barely concealed by the fabric of his pants and the wet spot where the tip of his cock must be, and I think he really deserves a more personal gratuity.

I get out of cab and walk around to your door, which the valet has already opened allowing you slide sensuously out of the car. Knowing you the way I do, and judging from his sly smile, I’m sure you gave the valet a good view up your short skirt as you placed your shiny stillettoed heels on the curb. As you turn toward the restaurant entrance, soaking in the gaze of both the valet and the doorman who eagerly anticipates your approach, I call out your name and open the cabbie’s car door.

I explain that he needs your tip as well. You cast a worried glance at me, then at our two other onlookers, but I stare straight into your eyes and with a confident smile assure you that they won’t mind at all. I gently reach up and slip the spaghetti straps of the slip dress down off your shoulders, and peel down bursa escort the fabric to expose your beautiful breasts, pert nipples defiantly standing erect, to the three excited voyeurs.

I guide you into a squatting position next to the cabbie, and instruct him to unzip and take out his erection. Your mouth starts to water as the long hard, olive-skinned shaft comes into view. The tip is practically weeping with the clear liquid evidence of his excitement, and you start to lean forward to taste it, but I explain that you need to keep your palate clear for the delicious treasures that await us in the restaurant. Instead, I instruct him to feel your breasts while you stroke him with your delicate hands.

He reaches over first, and his hard hands are so gentle, so tentative that you lean into him to let him know that you want a more manly approach. As he starts to knead your tender flesh you gasp in appreciation and reach forward with your right hand to handle his aching tool. With your left you pick up your discarded red panties, still fragrant from your exhibition in the outdoor changing room, and hold them up to his nose and mouth to breathe your lusty scent.

You roll his fat, slick tip in the palm of your soft hand, lubricating both. You grip his shaft tightly and slide it slowly down the length escort bayan as he moans in pleasure through the fabric over his face. As your hand draws up again toward the tip you feel his back start to arch, and his rough fingers tighten painfully on your nipples. You press the panties hard over his mouth to muffle his cries and squeeze his cockhead tightly in your fist, feeling the hot, sticky load fill your hand, oozing between your fingers and down his still hard member.

You marvel at the length of his climax, and the copious amount of gooey jism he has ejaculated. He finally relaxes his grip on your nipples, and slumps down in the driver’s seat, his body utterly relaxed. The tempting smell of his warm spunk reaches your nostrils, and it takes all your resolve to resist defying my command and wrapping your lips around his softening cock to clean him off and satisfy your hunger. Instead I had you a handkerchief. I’ve learned in our time together that a good supply of soft cloths is a necessary resource.

Pouting, you clean him and wipe off your hand. I reach down and lift the strap of your gauzy dress back into place. The cabbie holds your red panties out to return them to you as I help you to your feet. You smile at him and tell him to keep them as a souvenir of our drive, and with a wink you ask if we can call him again if we ever need a cab. He nods vigorously, continuing to nod even when you turn on your heel, shoot a wicked smile at the gaping valet and the stunned doorman, and strut your sensuous body into the restaurant’s posh elevator lobby.

I’m so glad I found you.

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Welcome to the third chapter of July 4, My Sister, the Lake. None of my stories have received a volume of readers’ comments comparable to this one. I want to thank all those who wrote. Comments, both positive and negative, are always welcome. It helps to know what people think.

To place Chapter 3 in context, Sam flew from the West Coast to East Coast to spend July 4 with his family. While there he and his baby sister Bella became lovers and Bella confessed a past same-sex relationship with her best friend Shane. Chapter 2 ended with them rejoining their parents after having found a private place to consummate their affair during the fireworks show.

As always, all story characters are eighteen years of age or older.

* * * *

Bella was scheduled to drive me to the airport the next afternoon for my red eye flight to San Francisco. Before hitting the sack we told the parents we planned to get up early the next morning and explore the lake in the family canoe. This was somewhat true. We did got up early, but our exploration consisted of paddling to a nearby island we’d oft visited as kids. At its center was a lovely shaded knoll and there we unfurled a blanket and made love.

When done I was lying on my back; Bella was lying perpendicular to me, her head resting on my chest. Except for her baseball cap, we were naked. I was fiddling with her long red hair.

Now, I’d sworn I wouldn’t ask this question, but I’m sure you guys will understand. I was in that post-orgasm place where all is well and nothing bothers you. You know what I mean: “Hey man, you want to borrow my car for the weekend? Sure buddy, be my guest. By the way, do I know you?”

Bella’s sighs indicated she was in the same happy place.

So I asked.

“Bella, what’s it like to make love to a woman?”

She turned, looked at me, made a face. “Sam, its kinda like what you just did. Almost exactly the same in fact.”

“No, you know what I mean, with another woman? Is it different?”

“Sam, hand me my bag.”

I slid the bag over. Bella pulled out her phone, pressed a few buttons, held it in front of her.

I asked, “What are you doing?”

“You’ll see.”

There was a female voice, “Hey Bella.”

Bella said, “Cha-ching.”

“Ohmigod, already? I’m going to need confirmation.”

Bella shuffled over next to me, held the phone in front of both of us. It was on Facetime; I was looking at Shane.

Bella explained. “When I told Shane I was going to tell you about her and I, she said you’d ask me what it was like to make love to a woman. She said every guy she’s told did so. I thought about, realized she was right, figured you’d ask in the first twenty-fours hours. She said you’d last longer than that. So we bet $5.00. Fess up brother.”

Now here I was, lying naked in the forest, having just made love to my sister, talking to her best friend and former lover about my performance in a social science experiment. If I’d thought of something witty to say, I’d have said it. Instead I said, “Uh, yeah.”

Shane’s eyes swung back to Bella. “Well, I’ll pay up tonight. See ya after droppin’ your brother off; give him a kiss from me.”

Bella raised herself up on an elbow and kissed my lips, blocking my view of the phone. I didn’t know whether Shane was watching.

* * * *

I saw Bella once more that summer; she flew to San Francisco for three days so we could pick out a place to live. She’d already honed in on four potentials and we quickly signed a lease, which gave us more time for, well, you know.

At the end of the summer the plan was for me to fly east; Bella and I would then drive to San Francisco. We were going to take our time, play tourist. Thus, I think you can imagine my confusion when, two days before my trip home, I got a text from Bella asking if it was okay if Shane came along. Shane intended to take a year or two off before college and, after having heard Bella sing San Francisco’s praises, wanted to check the city out.

I knew enough about women to know I had no idea what was going on. Why would Bella invite Shane along on our vacation? Was it some kind of test? Was I supposed to say no? Was I supposed to say yes? I decided to call and test the lay on the land.

Bella answered, put me on Facetime. She was in a pink bikini.

“Hey big brother, get my message?”

“Yeah.”

The picture jerked wildly; someone had grabbed the phone from Bella. Now I was looking at Shane in a skimpy yellow bikini top.

“You’re sister’s such a liar. She asked me whether I wanted to come along.”

Bella’s head, pressed to Shane’s, appeared on the screen.

“Well, you know you want to, even if you didn’t ask. You’ve been talking about getting away, asking me about San Francisco.”

“Yeah, just what I want, drive cross-country watching you and your brother make goo-goo eyes at each other.”

“So whatta ya think Sam? Okay if Shane comes along?”

I was no better informed about what to say then when I started; görükle escort illumination did not seem forthcoming.

“How about this, I’ll live with whatever you two decide.”

Bella stuck her tongue out.

“Chicken.”

“Guilty as charged.”

* * * *

I think most guys would say Bella is more cute than sexy. They, however, hadn’t seen her today. She was standing at the end of the terminal wearing tight leather leggings, leather ankle boots, and a black coat that reached her knees. The coat was open, displaying a skin-clinging crop-top with slender white and black vertical stripes and showing off an inch of midriff. It was hot. It was fucking hot. My cute baby sister was unbelievably fucking hot. Guys, whether with their girlfriends or not, were staring at her as they walked by. She met my open stare of admiration with a cat that ate the canary grin.

I leaned down to kiss her.

“You miss me?”

“Sure did, but if you always greet me like this I might go away more often.”

“So you like! Shane helped me pick it out. Her way, I think, of saying sorry for barging in on our trip.”

Well, now I knew whether she was coming.

“Come with me, I’ve got something else to show you.”

Hand in hand, chatting excitedly, as if we’d been apart not for several weeks but for a few hours, we headed for the parking deck. She hit the elevator button for the top floor, something I thought odd; the airport was not crowded, there must have been plenty of empty spaces. I didn’t say anything however, my mouth was busy. I had taken Bella in my arms; I was kissing her hungrily.

When the elevator door opened I scanned the lot. The top floor had no roof and there were only a few vehicles there, none of them Bella’s car. Before I could say anything, Bella took hold of my hand and, dragging me behind her, headed for a van I didn’t recognize.

“This is my other surprise. Shane leant it to me, it belongs to her older brother.”

I remembered him, a year older than me, almost as good looking as his sister, with a definite reputation among the ladies.

Bella opened the back of the van. Inside was a mattress.

“She said we probably needed some alone time and don’t worry, I cleaned everything.”

Bella got in, shed her coat, sat on the bed. I followed, put my arm around her shoulder.

“So you really like the look?”

“Yeah, but if you dress like this no one’s gonna know you’re a nerd.”

She smiled, kissed me. “As long as you do we should be fine. God, I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too kiddo, my sexy sweet smart sister.”

We kissed, then kissed again. I wondered whether I could forget we were in the back of a van on the top of a parking deck at a major airport; I found I could. I even stopped hearing the airplanes. Bella and I kissed, lips only. We kissed, tongues in the other’s mouth. We kissed soft, we kissed hard. Sometimes we pecked; sometimes we looked into each other’s eyes; sometimes we smiled, giggled; sometimes I held her close, told her how much I loved her. It was Bella, while pulling her top off, who finally said, “Aren’t you going to fuck me big brother.”

After the shirt came off she reached around and undid her bra, then shook her head, settling her red hair – she had let it grow out another few inches over the summer – back in place. Her breasts were more beautiful than I remembered, small and firm, pale and pert, capped by delicate red nipples. I cupped one as I brought my lips to hers. Our tongues played together; her nipple grew hard against my palm; she groaned. She undid the buttons of my shirt, opened it, ran my hands along my chest.

“You been working out?”

Actually, I had.

“Yeah. You like?”

“Very much.”

She nuzzled her face in the hairs of my chest, took a deep breath. “I’ve missed the way you smell.”

She smiled, we kissed again. She flopped down, her back on the mattress, and laid a leg across my lap.

I undid one boot, then the other; Bella, hands on hips, began shimmying out of her leggings. When they passed her butt I pulled them off, then straddled her, kissed her lips, kissed her neck, planted my lips on her shoulder, blew hard, cackling at the raspberry sound. Bella frowned, “Men.”

I kissed a breast and, while rocking my thigh against her panty-clad sex, took them into my mouth. Bella purred.

“Yes, brother, eat your sister’s tits.”

I needed to get my pants off; my cock ached. I got up on my knees and reached for my belt, but Bella’s hands covered mine, moved them to the side, and with focus written on her face, undid my belt buckle, pulled off the belt, laid it to the side, worked the top button free. Her hand curled inside my boxers, a finger ran the length of my cock.

“I’ve missed this thing. It miss me?”

“Very very much.”

Taking hold of my pants, she pulled them past my hips. I rolled onto my back, yanked them off, settled next to her, my cock pressing against her leg. I kissed her, took a breast in bursa sınırsız escort my mouth, enjoying its weight, firmness, shape, form. Her light red nipples were hard and erect, her areolas engorged with blood. I sucked on my sister’s breast. She, groaning and writhing, held my head to her chest. I opened my mouth wider, taking most of the small breast in my mouth, sliding my tongue over her nipple. I looked up; her eyes had the same lustful glare as mine.

Her hand worked down my body; her fingers locked on my dick. Her thumb grazed the foreskin below the head, then teased the piss-slit, swirling the pre-cum over the head, smearing it down the length of my cock.

“Oh Sam, your dick’s so fucking hot.”

Directing me to my back, she crawled on top, kissed down my body, dragging her tits across my chest until they caressed my cock. Her titties teased and brushed my shaft; more pre-cum oozed out. She ran her hands across my chest, down my flanks. I closed my eyes. She kissed the shaft, inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring.

“I love the smell of your dick. I’ve just got to taste it. It’s been way too long.”

Bella had figured out I like a little nasty talk. My cock got a little bigger, a little harder. She wrapped her fingers around its base and frigged the shaft. Her tongue darted out to lick the crown.

“Oh god Bella, yes.”

Bella, with languid delight, opened her mouth and took me inside, swallowing me without apparent effort. She slurped up and down my prick. Her mouth was warm and welcoming, a velvet sheathe tailor-made for my dick. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch. The shaft gleamed as it slipped from between her lips; her tireless tongue swirled over the knob. I squirmed as she pistoned her mouth back down, taking me deep into her face. She alternated between short and long sucks, delivering a frenzy of pleasure.

The weeks of longing for my sister had taken their toll; I could feel the pressure building in my balls. My grunts grew animalistic, my hips bounced fiercely off the mattress. She sucked all the more furiously, using her hand and mouth in tandem.

I could feel my balls drain, I cried out, “Oh fuck, Bella,” and fired a thick rope of jism down my sister’s throat. She swallowed, spit out my dick, and with her best wanton smile aimed my cock at her tits, splattering herself with the second load. She continued pulling on me, draining the last drops of cum. I collapsed on the bed in amazement and satiated lust. My nerdy sister was the hottest sexiest woman on the planet.

She, however, was just getting started. Sucking on her lower lip, she climbed back up my body and licked one of my nipples with the flat of her tongue.

“So, did you miss me?”

I rolled her onto her back, opened my mouth wide, said, “Yes,” and took one of her small breasts into my mouth, bathing it with my tongue, then turned to the other. I loved those firm little orbs. I reached between her legs; she squealed; her pussy was swimming with juice.

I lapped her nipples until they shined, the buds, now a dark red, stood at attention. I squeezed them, caressed them, kneaded them, buried my face between them. I worked my fingers up and down her slit, avoiding her clit, waiting for Bella to say…

“Oh fuck Sam, eat my cunt. Your sister needs her pussy licked.”

Could any self-respecting big brother refuse such a request?

I slid down her body, squeezed her tight little ass cheeks in my hands, gazed at her pussy. Bella didn’t shave, but the thin covering of light red hair obscured little; her outer pussy lips were swollen, revealing the soft pink flesh within. Her clit, on her tiny frame, seemed huge; it had poked free of its hood.

Starting with a slow tongue-kiss into the slick folds of her pussy, I began to eat her out. Initially my tongue did all the work, worming its way inside her, exploring the sensitive face of her vagina. When I had her purring I parted her pussy lips with my fingers, opened up the valley, giving me clear access to her pink inner lips. I was glad I’d already come; it gave me the patience to take my time. I swirled my tongue inside her. Sticky strings of cunt juice clung to my face.

Bella rolled her belly and hips; she held the bed sheet in one hand, stroked my head with the other. Her short red nails felt good on my scalp. My nerdy little sister told me how good her cunt felt, how she loved my tongue, how she wanted her stud-brother to suck her twat like the good slut-sister she was. I moved up to her clit, licked once. The result was electric; she arched her back, thrust her hips forward. I sucked her clit into my mouth, attacked it with a relentless wiggling of the tip of my tongue. She was moaning in short hard bursts, then she shrieked, the dam collapsed, and she came; her juices came on like a flood, soaking my chin and tongue. I drank from her like a man fresh from the desert or, more accurately, like a man who’d spent the last several weeks longing to make love to his sister.

She nilüfer escort tugged at my shoulders.

“Sam, I need to be fucked; please please give me your cock. Fuck your sister, she needs it.”

Happily, my cock had risen back to attention. She spread her legs; I scrambled atop and sank my dick into her, drawing a loud cry of pleasure. Her pussy was pure heaven, tight and wet, it clung to my shaft, her juices slathered my nuts. We began at a slow, shallow pace, moving our hips against each other, savoring our first fuck in weeks, but soon we picked up speed, my thrusts going deeper and harder. She moved with me, we found a satisfying steady rhythm. Her mouth sought out mine; our tongues dueled, caressed, stroked, played. When our kiss ended I braced myself on my elbows, reached between us, kneaded her breasts.

“Oh fuck Bella, your cunt’s so tight.”

We fucked at a torrid rhythm; our hips crashed together again and again. Her soaking cunt swallowed me; her fuck-muscles milked and suckled my cock. Her tits were warm and swollen in my hand.

“Yes, yes, baby, yes, fuck your sister, fuck her hard, fuck me like the nasty cock-hungry little bitch you’ve turned her into, yes, baby, yes, fuckin’ yes.”

Bella came, then came again. I released her breast, pounded her cunt, rode her as hard as I could. My balls tightened up; I roared, stiffened, and exploded, shooting a torrent of cream inside her, draining my balls until they ached. Her perfect cunt absorbed every drop. I rolled off of her, lay next to her, felt the heat of her body. A mix of my cum and her juice dribbled from the bottom of her slit, slid over her asshole, stained the sheets. Our bodies were bathed in sweat.

I slid my leg over, rested it against her foot.

“I love you Bella.”

She rolled on her side and, with a transcendent smile said, “I am pretty irresistible.”

* * * *

The trip Bella planned was half-vacation, half-move. The first night we visited Cooperstown, New York – I’m a big baseball fan – and the three of us shared a hotel room. We reached our second day’s destination, North Bass Island State Park, early enough for some hiking. When done I pitched the tent, then helped Shane and Bella build a fire. After we ate I lay on a blanket; Bella crawled into my arms. Shane sat in a portable chair. We drank a few beers, swapped stories.

In San Francisco Bella and I acted like any other couple, but at home we still behaved like brother and sister. Shane was the only person who knew we were both siblings and lovers. Cradling Bella in my arms in front of Shane felt a bit weird, although Bella seemed perfectly comfortable. After a couple of hours and a spectacular meteor shower the three of us crawled into the tent. I was in the middle, a lady on each side.

I woke at 2:00; had to go to the bathroom. When I got back Bella’s sleeping form rolled towards me and lay a hand on my stomach. I thought nothing of it. Then her hand moved down, not far, but far enough to notice. I opened my eyes; her’s remained closed, her breathing deep. I was close to falling back asleep when the hand moved again. I was about to remove it when Bella rustled. I didn’t want to wake her. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but my mind was on that hand.

It came off my skin. I felt a moment’s relief, then it dipped into the hole in the front of my boxers. I put my hand on top of hers, trapping it on my penis.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

“I thought you were sleeping. I was going to take a peek.”

Motioning to Shane with my head, I said, “At my thing?”

“Yeah, duh. That’s why it was only going to be a peek.”

She was running a finger along the side of my dick. It was responding.

“It doesn’t seem to mind.”

“Are you crazy?”

“No. It’s just, well, it’s just that I cannot get enough of your thing. Can I play with it a little, just a minute or two, then I’ll stop, I promise.”

Shane rolled over, murmured something indecipherable. Distracted, I loosened by grip. Bella twisted her wrist and wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

“Okay, a minute or two.”

She ran a fingertip up its length, then spread open the hole in my boxers, pinched my dick between two fingers, pulled it out and, before I could react, lay her head on my chest, kissed the crown, and moved her head back to her pillow.

“Y’know, it’s really quite handsome. I’m always so eager to get it in my cunt and mouth that I do not spend enough time simply admiring it.”

“Bella, ssshhhhhhhh.”

She rubbed her thumb around the tip. It was approaching full staff.

“It’s moving, getting all hard. Did I do that?”

“Bella, times up.”

“No, you counted too fast. Trust me, I’m way better at math.”

Bella tickled the underside of my shaft; pleasure rolled up and down my spine.

“Bella!”

She giggled, did it again, ran two fingers along the underside of my dick, then held my balls in her palm and squeezed.. I tried placing my hand on top of hers, but she kept on going.

Clearly, Bella was not going to stop, this had become a game to her. I could overpower her, but that would wake Shane, which was what I was trying to avoid. I looked at Shane, made sure she was asleep, and settled my head on my pillow.

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Double Penetration

Freshly showered Candi Palmer paraded downstairs wrapped in a thin purple towel. A mere hour ago Rodney had dropped her off at home after their movie date. Having gone far better than planned she had managed to convert Rodney’s bitch sister Rhea into a loving young woman. Her introduction to the world of nymphomania managed to earn Candi a new friend. Even if her brother didn’t quite approve of the change. A subject he relentlessly made vocal on the way home. Still, if it kept his sister off his back then let the nag become a little whore.

Rodney had headed on home trying to sort out his feelings over the nights events. This gave Candi some much needed alone time. After all , now she had to contend with the fact her Boss Mark’s girlfriend of forever Lisa had witnessed her theatre performance first hand. Luckily she had only met Lisa one time ever. That time being two years ago when she first started working at the gym. Unknown to her, the woman hadn’t set foot in the gym since. Mark nor his father Earl ever brought up any reason as to why. She just never really thought about it.

She had so many things running through her thoughts that she was swiftly becoming not so good company. Even to herself. Distant to say the least.

She puffed her cheeks with a deep inhale as she opted to snatch up her TV remote and channel surf. At 2:00 AM there certainly wasn’t much on of quality viewing. Discouraged she decides to turn the TV off and tosses the remote aside on her couch.

Instead, she leaned forward from her curled position on the couch and retrieved her laptop. Now in her lap she fires it up and enters her e-mail. To her shock there was indeed a letter from her husband, Damian. A smile creeps across her face at the unexpected mail. Swiftly opening the letter she reads it to herself slowly.

“Your reply today was interesting. The part concerning your Uncle and Father seeing you strip that is. When I got to the blowjob part of your note I found myself staring at the wording for nearly five minutes. I can understand your stress of wondering if your Dad figured out if it was you on stage and blowing him. I would assume you lucked out. Knowing your Dad like I do I believe he would have made a scene. If you haven’t heard from him or your Uncle by now then I’m certain you slithered through like a snake.”

“How did I feel about your revelation? I’m hardly repulsed. If honest maybe a little turned on by it. What I will say is that I’m proud of you for keeping your promise of succeeding in that mission. I can’t wait to see the video footage that guy Pony is sending me this week. If it’s better than I imagine you can expect a nice surprise when I get home on leave.”

She raises an eyebrow thinking to herself, “Surprise? Hmmmmmmm! How about a weekend in Vegas?” Then she rolled her eyes knowing differently, “As if!”

Continuing her reading she sighs heavily, missing her Man.

“I pose the question, how much farther would my slave go if your Father had decided to explore the strippers holes like all of the other hungry gents? I expect a truthful answer to that.” Damian drills.

She ponders the concept of more with her Father and starts to shiver. No matter how she answers him she knows immediately what he wants to hear. After finishing his letter she clicks REPLY.

“I can only imagine that you expect me to say that I would have failed you. If Daddy had wanted more I would have let it happen and cried about it afterwards. After all I had already allowed myself to do would there be any denial or running off? No! I would have made you proud regardless. All I can say is I’m glad it didn’t go that route.”

” I haven’t heard a peep from Daddy or my Uncle. I’m thinking that my Uncle decided it best to keep our secret. After all, I think Daddy would skin him alive before he would me for not stopping my show. Or, letting me do what I did to Daddy on stage. If nothing more is said then I’ll get over it and chalk it up to Serving you with respect, and escaping a death sentence. If the subject eventually comes up I’ll hope you and I can deal with it together. I’m getting sleepy Master. Please call me soon. I need to hear my Husband’s voice. Good night my Heart.”

Sighing she rereads her reply once more before sending it. She then closes her laptop and sits there for a moment. After a lengthy reflection she crawls up from the couch and heads to bed.

At 6:00 AM her alarm goes off and she hits her snooze button once. As it assaults her once more she stretches and fights at her sheets to get out of bed. Having slept in the nude she slinks about until she ends up in the bathroom. Relieving her bladder she then freshens up and glares at her hair in the mirror. Having gone to bed with her hair damp it was a mess.

Brushing her hair for the next ten minutes she decides that it was as good as it gets. Moving from the bathroom to her closet she checks out her arsenal of G-string bikini’s. She strived to wear a new one each day so as not to seem stale in her continued usage of them. It was a good thing she had bursa escort credit cards to mail order her wardrobe. The money was solely on Damian. No complaints thus far.

Deciding upon a bright pink bikini she ties its parts into place. Donning a pair of hoop earrings that dangled beautifully from her lobes accenting her features, she zones out in the mirror.

Without warning she hears her cellphone vibrate. Racing to it on her bedside stand she looks at the screen. Her eyes widen and her body begins to shake.

“Oh my God! Daddy.”

After the fourth ring she cringes and answers it as bravely as possible, “Well, Hello Stranger.”

On the other end “Phillip Jerikoff” grumbles clearing his throat, “I hope it’s not too early calling you. Once I’m at the office my days get hectic.”

“It’s never too early or late for my Father. How have you been?” She trembles sitting down on the bed.

“Not so good. Business is going down the toilet. My new partner’s are holding up on signing vital papers that would make your old man millions. Ok, maybe a little less. Anyways, I’ve been thinking about you of late.”

She stares without blinking expecting the worst, “That’s a good thing. We need to catch up. Damian will be home in a few weeks. I get really lonely out here in the boonies. His family keeps me active. So does my job. Still, this house is too creaky at night.”

“Same here. Since your Mother died and you got married it’s just me.” He sulks.

“You should start dating.” She suggests biting her lower lip.

“I guess I’m just not ready to let another woman in. I know it’s been five years since your Mother passed on, but I can’t seem to let anyone get too close.”

“Give it a shot. You won’t know unless you try.” She conveys.

“We shall see. What are you doing next weekend? Plans?”

“Ummmmmm! I don’t know, why?” She bites at her nail.

“I was just thinking that you might come home for the weekend and we can spend some long overdue time together.”

“That sounds lovely. Sure, but you might have to come get me. I don’t drive and even if I did Damian’s jeep is out of commission.”

“I’ll figure out the ride. We can have a cookout. Go swimming maybe. I built a huge in- ground pool out back. Watch movies. What ever you want.”

“It’s a date then. I’ll await your call about my ride and time. I need to get ready for work. I love you, Daddy. Very much.”

“Same here oh daughter of mine. I’ll be in touch. Have a good day. It’s supposed to be a scorcher.”

“I’ll try. Bye Daddy.”

As lines go silent she rests her cell down and collapses back on to the mattress. At least he sounded as if he never had guessed it was her on the club’s stage. So far so good. With a faint smile and an exhaled huff toward the ceiling she whispers, “Thank you, God.”

After a lengthy make-up appliance and coating herself with an alluring perfume she heads downstairs. Slipping into sandals she grabs her clutch purse and slips her cell into it. Stopping to think if she was forgetting anything she leers about almost in a fog. Finally, a shrug leads her out the front door. Then, it dawns on her. Sunglasses. Racing back inside quickly she snatches them up off of her kitchen table. Then, she left the house.

Reaching the sidewalk she huffs at her bangs dangling down. The humidity was already intense. Even at 8:20 AM the sun was tormenting. Cars passing her exhibited a deep interest in her lack of attire.

One car honked at her and slowed down just enough to await her to acknowledge him. With the suns glare on his windshield she couldn’t recognize who it was. As his air conditioned car lowered the passenger doors window she finally caught a glimpse of him. To her shock it was nobody she knew. This made it awkward.

He was a rather large man of his mid-fifties. Balding on top yet with a tiara of hair around the sides. Leaning over toward her as she continued to walk he slowed his car to a crawl.

“Is the swimming pool open this early?” He graced her with a frown.

Candi merely smiled and kept walking. She was uncertain who this stranger was and in her current clothing choice she felt better to try her best at ignoring him.

“I’m Mayor Hotchkiss. You’re welcome to call me, Stan. You’re the new Masseuse over at the Fitness Center right?”

Candi stops in her tracks. She quickly recalled her promise to Mark to behave around such an important person in this small town. It had never once crossed her mind that certain people might catch a glimpse of her on her way to and from work. Taking a deep breath she smiles down at him while still walking.

“Good morning, Stan. Yes, that would be me. I hope I’m not in trouble for what I’m wearing. I work so much I try and get in whatever sun I can absorb.”

He halts his car and idles, “That swimsuit is illegal. You might as well be streaking if you get down to it. I’m not harassing you however. Just pointing it out.”

She grits her teeth toward him, “Sorry! I have work clothing in my locker at the gym. gürsu escort I’ll try my best not to break any more laws.”

He winks at her over his glasses, “I’m turning the other cheek. No harm done. I merely worry about those that elected me. If they see such a sight I might get a barrage of phone calls.”

She coyly hesitates in her walk, “From what I understand, you Sir are my first client on opening day.”

He nods looking around him at the near lifeless street.

“That would be true. Once Mark applied for a license to add on to his gym I’ve had a hankering for a good intense massage. The old bones need a good rubbing.”

She nibbles her lower lip, ” My fingers are certainly magic. I’ll do my darndest to make your body limp and tension free. And, I promise I won’t be so distracting in my attire that day.”

Chuckling he nods, “Would you like a ride?”

Fidgeting her lips Candi winces, “I wouldn’t want those that elected you to start rumors that might cost you at election time. After all, if my swimsuit bothers you, it must obviously upset others.”

“Possibly. You certainly are hard not to notice. Like I said, I’ll overlook it, until complaints force me to crack down on you.”

“Thank you, Stan. I’m sure my Husband Damian would be rather upset if I were arrested for merely wearing a bikini in public.”

Stan narrows his eyes, “Damian? As in Palmer?”

“Yes. We’ve been married slightly over five years. Do you know him?” She enquires.

“Sure do. It’s hard not knowing the finest Quarterback this town ever had. Good man, Damian. If I’m not mistaken he’s overseas in the military.”

“Iraq.” She nods.

“Give him my best.” He warmly smiles.

“I’m certain Damian would tell me those same words.” She coyly grins.

“I’m off to the Office. I guess I’ll see you Monday. Have a good day.”

With that his window rolled up and Stan drove on.

Candi shivered, “I’m sorry Mark. Too little too late. The Mayor’s going to imagine me in this even if I wore a suit of armor.”

Mark and Earl would just have to take the risk. He seemed pretty cool about her swimsuit. Worries for Monday.

The Fitness Center in sight Candi noted seven cars out front. This early and the members were gathering. This made her smile. She knew very well that they were there for her. Not the workout equipment.

Noting her reflection in the door she had to whistle at herself. Before she could reach her hand out to open the glass door somebody was being a Gentleman. It was Mark himself.

“Hey Boss. Before you say anything I need to tell you something. I just met the Mayor.”

Mark Sterling dropped his jaw, “Did it go badly?”

“No. He kept an open mind. He just told me that my bikini was illegal. As if I didn’t already know. Or care for that matter. He seemed sweet. No real harassment.”

He points a finger at her, “You’re still going to behave. We can’t take the chances of him closing us down.”

She pats his chest and looks up at him, “Stop stressing. I’ll be careful.”

She notes Mark swiftly smile and shrug. Overlooking the predicament easily.

“You seem in a good mood. Win the lottery?”

He smirks and breaks out into a big smile, “Lisa came home from the movies last night, and attacked me. First sex in a month. I’m not sure what came over her but I’m sure glad it did. Anyways, I’m up here covering for Rodney. He called off today. That just leaves us. At some point today I’ll need you to just greet people up here. So keep a sweat suit close by. I won’t make you keep it on unless we get new members. Fair enough?”

“No sweat suits. I have shorts and a tank top in my locker. Take it or leave it.” She sticks her tongue out at him.

“Fine! Just keep things clean.”

He turns and walks away toward his office. Frowning she stops at the front counter and sits her clutch purse down. Retrieving her cell from inside it she calls Rodney. No answer. Grimly she texts him, “Everything ok? Are you mad at me for how things went with Rhea?” With a pout she sends the text and awaits to no avail. Finally, she moves from the lobby into the gym and begins waving at the occupied members.

Each of them either blew her a kiss or wagged their tongues sexually at her. She returned the same response. She loved her job.

“Hey Ron. Don’t strain yourself under all that weight.” She notes a forty something member pumping iron cautiously.

Red in the face he hisses, “Don’t distract me I might get a hernia.”

She giggles, “Need a spotter?”

He chuckles lightly, rolling his eyes.

“I doubt that you would be of any help, Beautiful.”

She steps directly to his side looking down at him.

“Need me to add some weight?”

He slowly lowers the barbell to it’s cradle and huff’s, “Sure.”

With a wink Candi swings her leg over his hips and straddles his crotch. Her hands gripping the bar above him to let her tits dangle down toward his chest, she bats her baby blues.

“Too heavy for you?” She fidgets.

“You’re orhangazi escort something, Hotstuff. You just gave pumping iron a new meaning.” Ron winks up at her.

She feels his dick growing beneath her and it makes her eyes widen, “Wow! Now that’s IRONy.” In turn she rubs her pussy along his girth knowing full well he loved it. As did the men behind her watching her ass grind on him.

Ron melts in her gaze, “That feels great. Too bad there’s so much cotton between us.”

She knows he means her bikini bottoms and his workout shorts.

“So pull my strings and remove my bottoms. That will at least be one layer of cotton less.” She teases without wavering.

Ron blushes lightly. As thrilling as that sounds he wasn’t as bold as some guys.

“Tempting as that sounds, I don’t think I can do that to you, Sweetheart.”

She releases the barbell and sits erect on him. Eying him she unties her own bottoms and pulls them through her legs. Once free she dangles them over his nose and giggles.

“Here cover your eyes.”

His hands gracefully swat at the cloth as he shakes his head.

While her taunting distracted him her free hand slipped under his shorts and gripped the crown of his dick. This made him jump slightly. Beet red he glares up at her almost pleading for her to stop, yet reacting just enough to prove his request wrong.

She narrows her eyes at him, “He’s a thick one.”

Ron suppresses a response merely looking up at her with fluttering eyelids.

Candi drops her bikini bottom on to his neckline and uses her hands to pull his shorts back just enough to view the head of his dick.

“Awww, He’s gorgeous.” She winks at him. Finally, she laughs and releases his elastic band covering the dick up. Patting his stomach she climbs off of Ron’s lap. By moving off his shorts became a pup tent for everyone to notice. He pouted knowing there was nothing he could do.

Retrieving her bikini bottom she ties it back into place and kneels down beside Ron. Leaning forward she kisses his cheek and reaches her left hand out to stroke his erection for all to witness. He laid there shaking. Even though she was stroking him through his shorts it felt incredible. Finally, he succumbs, “Please don’t stop.”

Candi brightens up and looks around the gym, “Anybody want to watch me make Ron cum hard?”

Being all men they shied away from directly watching. Yet , cautious glances couldn’t be helped.

She chuckles standing up long enough to help Ron lower his shorts just enough to expose his eight inch cock. Kneeling again she uses her left hand to slip further under his shorts to squeeze his balls. Her right hand begins stroking his cock at a rapid rate.

Ron while embarrassed allowed it to happen. As she maintained her movements she glanced about at the other men in the gym.

Licking her lips toward them captured their attention. They were beguiled by her erotic eyes. Each time Ron moaned her eyes flared up and she smiled brighter at the audience.

Giggling she leaned forward and blew a gentle wisp of breath at his crown. This made his erection tighten up more. He was envisioning her mouth around his cock.

Whispering she feeds into his emotions, “Does Ron like that?”

He trembles nodding feverishly, “Yes!”

She then returns her glances to the remaining viewer’s. Their attention captured totally now.

Again she lowers down and blows directly on the crown. This time however she had her lips puckered within an inch of touching it. His moans grew louder with each exhaled breeze.

Again, her whisper antagonized him, “He looks so loveable. I could almost kiss this cutie.”

Ron quivers violently under her hands assault.

“Kiss him.” Ron reels.

Candi in turn looks to her audience for approval. Each of the men offered intense glares of expectation. They wanted this as much as Ron did. Biting her lower lip toward them she awaits. Eyes darting back and forth between men. She could feel Ron’s dick burning up in her grasp. Throbbing like crazy. He was nearing his orgasm stage.

Candi whispers, “Are you sure he wants a kiss?”

Ron bellows, “YES!”

Gritting her teeth trying not to laugh she winks at the men around her. Finally, she lowers her lips toward Ron’s purple monster and pecks the crown. At the merest touch of her lips Ron explodes cum all across her face. She continues her rapid stroking as blast after blast of jizz froths up to caress her puckered lips as if drinking from a water fountain.

In Ron’s final throes she kisses it once more before looking up to allow the audience to see her cum coated cheeks and chin.

Rubbing Ron’s belly she whispers, “I’m glad I could help spot you this morning. We should work out more often. I think you just coated me with a six pack.”

He chuckles catching his breath as he sits up on his bench. She remained at his side knelt down before him. He lifted up just enough to ease his shorts back into place, before sitting back down. Gazing at her warm cum glossed features he smiles and caresses her face. Wiping his cum from her he starts to move his hand away. Before he could she reached up and grabbed his hand. Placing finger after finger to her mouth she licks his cum dry, just before kissing his palm.

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The next week and a half passed quickly. Mom didn’t seem to be suffering much without dad in the house, or at least not that she showed. He called to talk to us almost every night from his hotel room, even taking interest in Josie for a change. I think he realized that he was in danger of losing his family completely, and was looking to change if he could. But I doubted he could repair the damage done to his relationship with mom. Her asking him to leave had been a long time coming, and it was from a lot more than just his indifference to my sister.

Josie and I took every opportunity to be together during those 10 days. We spent most nights in bed together, even if we didn’t have sex. We saw our friends over the weekend, but both Friday and Saturday nights we were home relatively early, by 12:30, and we either made love or shared a hard, wild fuck together. Mom didn’t join us in that time, but she didn’t stop us either. I don’t think she could have really, and she had given up any moral basis for objecting.

Then the following Friday, the three of us went up to Boston to see BC, the campus as well as a meeting with the admissions department on Saturday morning. We checked into a Holiday Inn just minutes from the campus, a single room with two queen beds. Ostensibly, mom and Josie would share one and I’d have the other. Whatever would, or wouldn’t happen was left unmentioned.

That night we went to a nice restaurant right near the harbor, and feasted on assorted sea food. We got back to the hotel to get an early nights sleep so I’d be rested for my interview at 10 the next morning. But it was a restless night. I was nervous about the interview with so much riding on it, and I also was very aware that in the next bed, just three feet away, were my sister and my mother, two women I had such intense desire for. I just couldn’t relax until I turned on my side facing away from them and, as quietly as I could manage, I jerked off to relieve some stress. After that I finally fell into a fitful sleep.

We got up at 7:30 so we all had time to use the shower and get breakfast. I couldn’t eat anything more than some tea and juice; my stomach was infested with butterflies. Mom said “I wish you’d eat something, Ronnie. You don’t want your stomach growling during the interview. It won’t change your results, but it could be awkward if it’s loud.”

“I can’t, mom. I can barely drink the juice. Hopefully it won’t take too long. They have my transcript, my recommendation letters and my SATs. Coach McCall really wants me, which has to account for a lot of the process. But I’m still nervous as hell.”

Josie, sweet Josie, took my hand and said “You’re going to do great, Ronnie. They’ll be lucky to have you as a student and player. I bet we’re going to be celebrating tonight!” She said with a sparkle in her eyes.

Mom said “Don’t distract him like that, young lady. He needs to focus now. Besides, we’re in public” she admonished quietly.

It was time to go. We got to the office 15 minutes early (always better to be early than late) and sat there quietly. Finally I was called in and mom and Jos came with me. We were met by a very nice middle aged woman named Karen, and she got right to asking questions. Why did I want to attend BC, what subjects interested me towards a career choice, what did I know about the college…countless questions. I answered them all truthfully. Then, about 40 minutes in, my stomach let out a huge empty noise that was probably heard in the next office over. I turned beet red, mom gave me one of her patented exasperated looks, but Josie and Karen smiled and then broke out in laughter. “Don’t feel embarrassed Ron” Karen said. “That kind of thing happens a lot, students are too nervous to eat, and their insides give them away. Really, it’s nothing.”

“I suggested he eat something. But he just wasn’t able to, just too nervous” mom said.

I was still feeling sheepish, but Karen just put it aside. “Anyway,” she said, “Coach McCall really was enthusiastic about you applying, everything here seems to be in order. Your academics are solid, excellent letters of recommendation from your guidance councilor and your AP History teacher. You answered my questions well. You know you can skip the religious course requirements for Catholic students. You can still take some of those classes if you’re interested, or we offer classes in comparative religion and philosophy. Coach McCall did explain that, unlike most schools, as a Catholic college we do have certain morals requirements we expect all students to observe, members of the opposite sex not allowed in your room after 10PM during the week, midnight on weekends. No drugs, no alcohol if you’re under 21. Breaking those rules can result in revocation of your scholarship and even expulsion. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am. I understand.”

“Well then, pending review by the board, which is really just a formality, I’d like to offer you a hockey scholarship for the class of 2024! escort bayan Congratulations, Ron!”

I shook her hand enthusiastically and gave mom and Josie big hugs and appropriate kisses. We all had huge grins on our faces.

When we were walking to the car, mom seemed a touch wistful. “Both my children leaving the nest in September. I’m going to be alone in the house. But you know what? I am so proud of both of you, it’s so worth it!”

I asked her, with some concern, “Mom, are you sure? I can still go back to the old plan, community college for 2 years and then go to another college to finish. It’s really not a problem. It would be my honor to stay with you.”

“Not on your life! This is a great opportunity that won’t come again. A free ride to a top school! I’ll be fine. My life will move on. Just like yours, just like Josie’s. You’re taking this scholarship, and that is final!”

When mom made a pronouncement like that, there was no space for argument. It was like an edict from the Queen. Final.

Josie took my arm and said “Just think, Ronnie. We can get together when we have time, and the next year we can even room together. It’s exciting to think about!” On a few different levels, I was thinking. I know she was as well.

“Well, I guess I’m playing hockey here, BC, here I come!” I shouted out loud. Mom and Josie laughed with me and we hugged each other openly in front of staring passing students. I’d be one of them next year.

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That night we decided to celebrate. We all brought really nice clothes with us on the chance that we’d have a reason to go out nice. Being in one room meant we had to take turns getting dressed. It wasn’t a matter of modesty; that ship sailed two weeks ago. It was a matter of space. So I showered and dressed in a Navy jacket and tan slacks, a light blue shirt and a blue tie with a gold pattern. Then I went to the lobby to give Josie and mom room to get ready. With the two of them in one medium sized room, it took over an hour.

But it was well worth the wait. Mom wore a silver cocktail dress, sleeveless, with spaghetti straps, nude hose and silver heels, and she had her good pearls to compliment her dress. She was fucking hot.

Almost as hot as Josie. Jos took my breath away. She had on a black dress, mid-thigh length, strapless, with black hose and heels and a gold chain around her neck. I had to think of something else to keep from getting an obvious erection or I wouldn’t be able to stand up. The two of them together were enough to make any man, and even some women, drool.

My thoughts must have been obvious on my face, because mom said to me “Close your jaw, Ronnie. You’ve never seen two beautiful women before? Come on, Boy Wonder, take us to dinner.”

We went to a really nice Italian restaurant. The only bad part was they served mom and Josie wine, but wouldn’t serve me. I guess I couldn’t pass for 21. Josie, on the other hand, looked as sophisticated as mom, and they didn’t challenge her age at all. So they polished off a bottle of red wine with dinner, and I got to be the designated driver.

When we got back to the room, they were all giggly. I sat on the chair by the small table in the room and mom and Josie sat on the edge of the bed next to the table and kicked off their shoes. “Oh, that feels so much better!” Josie said as she flopped back onto the bed. Her dress hiked up her thighs far enough so I could see a small bit of lace at the top of her stockings. I tried to see the crotch of her panties, but couldn’t quite get that in view.

Mom also laid back, but her dress, being a little longer, didn’t give away a hint as to whether she had on thigh highs or pantyhose. I was really hoping to find out.

I got up, slipped off my shoes, and said “I’m going to the bathroom to get changed, unless either of you needs to use it first?”

“I’m ok, Ronnie,” mom said, “but you really don’t need to go into the bathroom just to change. It’s not like we haven’t seen you before, honey. In fact, I think I can speak for your sister when I say we’d love to see a little show.” Mom spoke with a smirk.

Jos piped up, saying “Yeah, brother, let’s see some skin! This is a big night, let’s keep it going!”

I asked, a little unsure of myself, “What, do you want me to just get undressed?”

Mom raucously said “No, we want you to strip for us! Show us that beefcake!” Josie hooted her approval. They wanted a show!

“I think I need some music for that. It’ll look kind of silly trying to make sexy moves to silence, don’t you think?”

Josie got up and went to her overnight bag. She dug out her ipad and picked some music, Dirty by Christina Aguilera. Jos and mom were sitting there, almost bouncing on the bed. Shit, I thought. I’m going to give them the best show I can.

I just shucked off my jacket, looking almost indifferent. Then the tie went, and I draped it on their faces, a metaphor altıparmak escort for what I hoped I might put on their faces a little later. They got the idea, and were now actively cheering me on.

As I removed clothing, I got more into the bump-and-grind aspect of a strip tease. I shook my hips as my pants slowly fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. I sat on the other bed, stretched out my legs one at a time to remove my socks, showing the tight muscles of my calves and thighs, which got a huge scream of approval from my fans on the other bed. Then I stood inches in front of them and slowly, slowly, unbuttoned my blue shirt. My chest, good and well defined, was bare to them as I got the shirt off, leaving me in just a white pair of long briefs, with legs that extended a few inches down my thighs. Both my admirers were running their fingers over my chest, twirling and gently pulling the soft, dark hairs there. The hair thinned out on my lower torso except for a thicket in a narrow stretch from my navel to my pubes, still covered by my briefs. I was just about to pull my briefs down when Josie stopped me by placing her hand on mine. She looked me right in the eye with her own lust glazed green eyes and said “Wait, Ronnie. Go sit down. Now it’s our turn.”

My sister changed the music to something slower that I didn’t recognize, a sultry tune with a sexy voiced female singer. Mom and Jos were facing each other, swaying together as they touched each others bare arms, caressed faces, teased each others bodies. They were enjoying their play as much as I was, and I was enjoying it a lot! Alone, they were each incredibly sexy women who could get almost any man they could have wanted. But together…touching, kissing each other, grinding their asses…they were an unstoppable power. My dick went full on hard, and they hadn’t even taken off a single piece of clothing…yet.

That was about to change. Josie turned, facing away from mom, slowly grinding her body back into moms, and mom pulled the zipper down from the back of Josie’s neck. The dress fell away, showing the back of a black lace strapless bra and then a pair of black panties that covered her ass but were so fine they were clearly see through. The dress fell and Josie faced front, there in that little bra, the see through panties, and lacy thigh high stockings. Against the alabaster of her skin and her long red, silky hair, she was magnificent.

Then it was her turn to help mom out of her dress. She pulled mom’s zipper down, exposing moms nude colored bra. Then I saw a strap across her mid back, the elastic of a garter belt. Fuck, mom was really prepared for some fun here. As the dress came off, I saw the back of her panties, a matching nude lace pair that left the top of her ass exposed and just barely covered her pubic hair in front. The panties were over the connecting straps from the garter belt to the stockings, so they wouldn’t have to be undone to remove her panties.

I was so fucking hard, I had to rub my cock through my briefs. I was leaking precum that could barely be seen on the black briefs, but I could feel the sticky liquid on the head of my cock. Then I watched Josie free moms big tits from the confines of her lacy bra, and mom did the same for my sister, whose medium, perfect creamy tits came into view. Both of their nipples were standing out proud, hard like small stones.

Then they kicked it up a notch by embracing and locking in a deep, sensual kiss, their tongues darting in and out of their mouths. I was breathing hard, and I was hungry for them. So hungry.

They broke their kiss, tapering down with smaller tender kisses while their tits were pressed tight to each other and their hands were both full of the others’ ass cheeks. As Josie kept kissing mom’s neck and shoulder, mom turned to me and said “Ronnie, baby, why don’t you lay down on the bed here. Your sister and I want to really congratulate you the best way we know how. Oh, and keep your shorts on.”

I made my way onto the bed and stretched out, propped up on the pillows so I could watch what they were planning to do to me. My dick was straining the front of my shorts and was eager to be freed from their cotton prison. Mom and Jos came up on the bed and kissed their way up, from my legs up to my thighs and hips, then my tummy, which made me shiver. Mom said to Josie “Watch this, baby.” She pulled the front of my briefs down a bit, exposing all those soft hairs that connected my groin to my navel. Mom then lightly blew warm air right on those hairs and I gasped out loud as my whole body shook uncontrollably. That was a completely new sensation that just rocked me all over.

Josie said “Wow, he really seemed to love that! Let me try!” She then did the same, a soft blast of warm breath on one of my most sensitive areas, and again, I was shaking all over. I thought there was at least a 50/50 chance I might cum right there in my pants, it felt so good. They mudanya escort didn’t want me doing that any more than I did, so they continued kissing up my body, pausing again at my nipples, where they kissed, they licked and they nibbled on my tiny hard points. My nipples weren’t nearly as sensitive as Josie’s or moms, but they still sent little waves down to my cock, which was twitching openly. Then they were at my neck and my face. They took turns kissing me, and when they weren’t on my lips, they were licking at my ear and then again blowing that wonderful warm air into my ear. Every nerve ending in my body felt like it was on fire. I was being treated like a king by the most sexy, loving women I ever could imagine in my life.

Mom whispered in my ear, “You’re going to fuck your mom tonight, baby, as well as your sister. Does that sound hot to you? Does it make that lovely cock of yours throb?”

Who was this woman, and what had she done with my mother, the woman who never tolerated bad language of any kind? I even heard Josie gasp when mom said that. I moaned “God, yes, mom. I want to fuck you so bad. It’s been a fantasy of mine for a long time, you and Josie. I’ve been with Jos, now I want to be with you too.” She and Jos both were rubbing my cock through my shorts, eliciting loud moans from me. “I love you both, the most beautiful women I know.”

Josie kissed me passionately as mom moved between my legs and pulled my briefs down, freeing my throbbing cock. The room was cool, but my mom’s breath was hot on my dick. Josie was gently rubbing her stocking clad leg on my tummy while mom was licking all around my cock with her very wet tongue. I had my hand on Jos’ panty covered ass, pulling her tight to my body and I could feel the heat from her pussy on my side. “Oh my fucking god” I moaned. “I feel like I could cum right now…”

Mom took her mouth from my cock and pressed the base of my cock with two fingers, and my impending orgasm faded away, but my cock stayed hard. “I don’t doubt your ability to get it up again” mom said, “but I’d like this to last for your sake as well as ours. After you settle down a few minutes, I’m going to find out for myself how talented my sexy son is.”

Just the thought of fucking mom now would have made me cum if she hadn’t shut me down. “I’m ready now, mom” I managed after a few moments. Josie was silent, but so obviously turned on just listening to us. She put her hand into her panties as mom got astride me, pulled her panties to the side, and slowly lowered herself onto my cock. I arched my back, my hips meeting hers as her wet, steamy pussy enveloped my dick in one slow motion. We both groaned from the incredible sensations, like warm wet velvet gripping my dick and her stockings caressing my thighs.

Josie, meanwhile, was fingering herself beneath her panties. “Jos, sit on my face, please. I want to taste you so much” I whispered.

Josie, panting in heat, climbed on my face as fast as she could move. She held her panties to the side so my tongue could assault her aromatic cunt. My hands grabbed her ass as she faced the headboard and she ground herself all over my face.

While I was devouring my sister, my mother’s pussy was doing the same to my cock. She was bouncing up and down, her pussy leaving a slimy trail along my dick every time she lifted up. Both women were grunting and moaning, and I’d have been moaning too if Josie’s soft pussy and thighs weren’t muffling the sounds coming from my lips. I could feel silky nylon by my cheeks as well as against my thighs. We were moving in sync with each other. Jos leaned back so when she turned her head she was able to share a long hot kiss with our mother. I moved my hands to Jos’ tits, squeezing them and twisting her nipples, causing her to fuck my face faster. Josie was cumming all over my face, covering me with her tasty honey. Mom was pounding my hard, She broke her kiss with Josie to cry out, “Fuck me you little motherfucker! Fuck your mommys cunt. Oh shit, I’m cumminngggggg!” mom screamed.

I was trying to thrust into her, desperate for my own climax. But mom got off my protesting prick, and took it in her hand and started jerking it hard and fast. She wanted a load all over her face, pumping me hard, while Josie urged her on. My sister moved next to mom, and they started kissing deeply with the head of my dick between their lips. The sight of that was all it took to finish me off as I blew thick creamy shots of cum up in the air, landing on their cheeks and noses. I was whimpering as they kept licking my dick all through my orgasm until I finally could cum no more. Their kisses got softer as my cock lost its firmness. Mom and Josie then kissed each other’s faces until they were almost clean.

They cuddled up with me, my arms embracing them. This was so sexy, two gorgeous women on either side of me, our sweaty bodies clinging together, and both of them rubbing their nylon encased legs all over my legs and my tummy. Josie was even using her feet to tease my cock, already making it stir back to semi-life.

“I love you both so much” I managed while I kissed them, Josie first, then mom. “That was like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my young life. I’m just sorry I didn’t give Jos a turn.”

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Candi’s eyed bulged wide at the voice before her. Rapidly she gathered her night shirt from the swings arm rest and covered herself shrinking in embarrassment.

“Kevin! Oh my God! You scared the heck out of me. I’m so humiliated.”

Eighteen year old “Kevin Palmer” smirked at her then pointed toward the steps of the porch, “Hey, I’m cool. It’s not me you need to be humiliated by. It’s them.’

She sits up straight clinging to her shirt as she whined, “Who?” Kevin took his Varsity Football jacket off and stepped toward Candi gallantly in hopes to cover her before…too late.

Three of Kevin’s fellow Senior’s bolted into view to seize the moment before it was lost. Kevin in turn looked back, “C’mon guys! This is my Brother’s ole lady! Give her a break.”

Candi utilized Kevin’s frame to block their view as she yanked her night shirt over her head and arms, standing to pull it down. She then, shivered dramatically.

“What are you doing here?”

Kevin offered his coat but she declined, still embarrassed. As a result he puts it back on then steps over to sit on the porch railing. “We were just walking off some steam. We lost our game tonight. Sorry for our bad timing.”

One of his buddies coughs into his hand, “I’m not!” which makes Kevin avoid a chuckle at her expense.

Candi curls up in a fetal position on the swing using the shirt to cover even her toes. Eyes lowered she gasps, “How long were you standing there?”

Kevin wants to lie but doesn’t, “Oh, Damian. I wish my fingers were yours.”

In response she turns pale, “Oh!” realizing that was very early into her masturbation. “Did they?”

He leers back at his friends, “See you? Through the porch fencing I guess.”

Stunned she ponders their thoughts as they stare at her. Then, she realizes her webcam is still recording. The note makes her timidly smile. She had sort of given her Husband more than he bargained for. Only, she could never send the complete video due to it involving his baby brother. She questioned if she should ever tell Damian. She had too. Sooner or later Damian would hear it from Kevin.

She closed the laptop tightly with an outstretched arm, “Kevin? Let me be the one to tell Damian how I screwed up. Please?”

Kevin raised an eyebrow, “Screwed up? How? Who cares! We’re all adults. Well except for Jesse over there. Still in diapers his Mom says.”

Candi giggles then blushes as Jesse moves over to wrestle with Kevin playfully. Once they stopped Jesse looked down at Candi, “Don’t sweat it! it’s natural! Hell we all masturbate ten times a day.”

Another friend Roger stepped forward closer to them, followed by the fourth friend Victor, “Says you, Hand job! I get laid ten times a day!” courted Roger.

Roger and Victor moved to her opposite side to lean against the siding of the house.

Kevin and Jesse both roll their eyes, “Close your Hustler and stop dreaming!” utters Kevin.

Kevin then puts his hands up, “Seriously, Candi. No harm done. Tell my Bro if you want. It was our fault for coming by without calling first. Just prowling the streets and drowning our sorrows. What you did wasn’t a bad thing. Kind of hot actually!”

Each of his friends concurred in their own guttural manner. The words and actions made her feel more at ease. Still she felt shivers of shame one instance and the thrill of being caught exciting her just the same.

Legs numb from her fetal position she finally allowed her feet and legs to emerge from beneath her cotton cocoon. Toes on the wood floor of the porch she sits up from her slouch. It hadn’t occurred to her that her shirt had wet spots all over the lower half of the hem. Not only that but her nipples were still fiercely erect. A swift glance around her found all eyes on her chest. She didn’t know how to react.

“So you lost your game?”

They all groaned as one as they were reminded. Kevin stammered in his speech faintly, “Yeah, by 22 points. Miserable night. Bitched out by the Coach and jilted by the crowd.”

Jesse added, “And, the girls.”

Victor hissed, “Gina even. So much for Cheerleader moral support.”

Roger then pulled something from his coat pocket that drew Candi’s attention to him as he spoke, “So much bursa escort for recording our victory. Might as well erase this bitch.”

Suddenly, Candi had an inspiration. She turns her profile to gaze at Kevin, “Kevin? Can I ask you a humongous favor?”

Kev squinted toward her wondering what she wanted. He noted her hesitance to ask aloud and tried to be a stud by motioning her toward him with a curling finger. She had hoped for the other way around but knew he would be stubborn around his friends.

Summoning the courage to stand she stepped over to him as he stood erect towering over her. At his 6 foot 2 stance she was forced to stretch to reach his ear. In doing so her ass cheeks came into view of Roger and Vic. Their eyes focused on her derrieres perfection. She could hear their whispers behind her.

She mutters, “I know this is hard to ask but Damian wants me to find somebody to videotape me playing with myself. He doesn’t approve of my attempts by webcam. If he trusts anybody it must be you. Right?”

Kevin stares at her eyes as she lowers to her heels looking up at him. He could witness her distress and wishful hopelessness. He then looks over at Roger’s hand held camera. Puckering he gently nudges her aside to motion Roger into a huddle one on one.

“Dude! I need to borrow that camcorder.”

Roger pulls back, “No way! Nobody touches, “Cecil”. Playfully named after “Cecil B. DeMille” Kevin argues in whispers for five minutes without success, having to explain why he needed the camera. As Roger heard the request he nominated himself to be her cameraman. Unfortunately, the other’s picked up on their discussion.

Candi held her face in her hands out of embarrassment. Suddenly, she blurted, “Stop! I’m going to face my humility here for Damian’s sake. He can record me, Kevin. They can watch. I trust you to keep this safe and between us. It’s not like they haven’t already seen me.”

She hesitates suddenly, “Is everyone here at least Eighteen? Please be of age.”

They all nodded and grinned at one another. Each producing a driver’s license to comfort her feelings toward the subject. As she confirmed their I.D.s the guys drooled over her.

Kevin fidgeted, “Dudes! This IS my sister-in-law! If I find out anybody here spreads rumors I’ll beat them bloody.” His drama made Candi smile. It was nice to know Kevin was dependable and looked out for her. She took a deep breath, “I can do this!”

Victor moved the table with her laptop out of the way as Candi watched. Roger in turn moved closer, “I promise my video will only be seen by us. You can keep the memory chip.”

Candi smiled brightly then leaned up on her toes to offer him a peck on the cheek, “Thank you!”

Roger sighed at the scent of her perfume, “Do you need direction?”

She shakes her head contemplating an answer, “Do I need direction? I’m basically just doing what I filmed on the laptop. Right? Unless you think you have any advice.”

Kevin steps up with a clearing of his throat, “This isn’t a Porno, Larry Flint. Just better quality for my Brother in Iraq. Let her do her thing you just shoot the better quality.”

She steps over and hugs Kevin’s arm laying her cheek on his coat sleeve, “Thank you, Kevin! I don’t object to a few ideas if you think it will impress Damian. I want to give him a good show.”

Kevin feels a tingle in his jeans at her closeness. Her chest crushing against his forearm felt incredible. It was difficult to erase her beauty and the fact he often imaged her naked. Having already seen her play earlier made his pressure to be decent even more disturbing. Even he wanted to offer suggestions for his own benefit but knew it would bite him in the ass later. Finally, he turns to her face to face and grips her biceps forcing her to feel his strength. A stern look down at her made her shake. “Do what you did earlier only more intense. Make my Brother feel every muscle and nerve in your body scream for him.” He guides her backwards toward the bench swing and sits her down. She keeps her eyes glued to his, respecting his direction.

Kevin felt her tense slightly at his control knowing she must be feeling the family tension. He had no right to touch her in this manner. bursa türbanlı escort So forcefully! Yet, He felt a tug inside him to help her in this delectable quest. He might as well enjoy himself the best he could. It may never happen again.

Once she settles in he releases her arms and lowers his hands to assist her removal of the t-shirt. In seconds she was once again completely nude. She blushed heavily beginning to fold her arms over her heavily breathing chest. Kevin saw her reaction and retaliated, “If you’re going to do this, do it right. Think of Damian. Would he want you to hide that beautiful set of tits?”

She drops her jaw at his compliment, “That sounds strange coming from you. You’re soooo right though. Do you really think the girls are beautiful?”

All of them belt out in unison, “YESSSSSSSSSS!”

She sat there a moment in awe of their reaction, “Wow! Okay! Any other ideas?”

Victor options, “Question? Are we here as far as Damian knows? Or are we ghosts?”

Kevin shakes his head, “You might be a ghost if he finds out. Hell, I might be.”

As she listened to their fears she speaks up, “I won’t lie to Damian. I’ll tell him on the video. I’ll accept the blame if he’s upset. I know he’s always wanted me to be more open minded.”

Kevin nods, “I’ll share in the blame. I’ll tell him we agreed on helping you open your mind. It was my choice to let others watch.”

“Okay! Let’s get started. It’s getting late and I need to be at the Fitness Center to open.”

Roger ushers Kevin out of the camera and gathers her entire body in the lens. “Candi, I’m going to go close up on your face. Talk to Damian and tell him what you need to. When you close your eyes and begin to touch yourself I’ll go wide and get your whole body in the shot.”

She nods her agreement when Roger spouts, “Action!”

A tender shot of her mesmerizing eyes leads to her whole face, “Hi Baby! Here’s my attempt to satisfy what you want of me. I took your advice and got help to film me playing for you. I hope you don’t get angry with me but I found it necessary to ask your brother Kevin. He said yes. He’s right in front of me. I was sooooo unsure of this but my love for you is making me step out of the box. I need to impress you! I can’t live without you.” She pouts blowing him a kiss.

“There’s more before I begin. Kevin’s friends are here too. They snuck up on me earlier when I was filming my first attempt at this on my laptop. They’ve seen me masturbate almost start to finish before I noticed them. It was tense at first but I think we’re all comfortable now. So forgive me if this isn’t what you wanted. I hope this makes you sleep sound at night. This is me making love to you a world away.” Her emotions trail to her fingers as her eyelids seal to focus on her vision of Damian.

“Ohhhh! My clit is so sensitive. I’m so wet Damian! I need your cock inside me. I need your lips kissing my neckline. Sucking and biting at my hard nipples. Squeezing the girls together around your face. Your tongue trailing down to devour my pussy. I can feel your tongue flicking at my clit. Digging deep inside me. Your fingers probing my ass hole. GOD! I NEED YOU!”

Her fingers buried deeply she curls her toes and moves her mind solely on seeing and feeling Damian there with her. Possessed by him. She slides down into the swing to lay on her back forcing Roger to follow her movements to keep her in the frame. His own cock bulging in his jeans.

“I can feel your breath on me. So warm! Caressing my hips as you lift my legs. Your huge cock rubbing my clit readying to penetrate. Fuck me Baby!” She coo’s as if feeling a cock actually penetrate her. With that both of her hands work together. Left hand burying three fingers deep. Her right hand massaging her clit fiercely. Agonizing moans follow trickles of cum that trail her ass cheeks.

Kevin and the others drew closer out of compulsion. They wanted a close up view. Roger tried to keep them out of the frame but it was becoming impossible. His waves were being ignored. Even by Kevin.

“Damian! I love you! I need your hands all over me. I must feel your hot exhales. I need to cum for you as never before.” She was in a deep emotional kestel escort trance. Nothing around her could penetrate her dream.

Her body writhing in ecstasy enticed Kevin and Victor to kneel down beside Candi and reach out delicately to lay their palms on her stomach and chest. Kevin couldn’t help himself. He had no regrets at this moment.

Jesse swallowed at their boldness noticing she had no reaction to their touch. Strangely, her mind was so dedicated to Damian that reality was a million miles away. If Kevin would stoop this low with Candi being his sister-in-law then Jesse had no qualms himself. Jesse moved to the left side of the porch swing and carefully leaned over to exhale on her cheek as if it were Damian. His thought was to give her the better part of her fantasy.

Holding the camera steady became difficult for Roger as his hand rubbed his crotch. He couldn’t hold back the tightness building up. He was fully and monstrously erect. Yet, he did his best to stay as close to her alluring body as possible.

The hands of Kevin and Victor roamed her body delicately as they slipped into camera view. Roger grit his teeth hoping this wasn’t going to turn ugly. Still even he allowed his hand to leave his crotch and rub her legs moving upward toward her overactive fingers sinking and probing for her G-spot.

Her voice continued her desires, “Damian! Kiss me sweetly. Show me you love me!”

Both Kevin and Victor picked up on her words and looked at each other before shrugging. Lowering their faces to her flesh they pelted her with warm tender kisses pressed ever so gently along her hips and shoulder.

Above her Jesse leaned to her ear and kissed her lobe opting to barely suckle on it. The sensation ran through Candi like wildfire and she shivered. Her movement made them pull away and watch further. Her mumbles rambling to her distant lover, “Don’t stop! Please, Damian.”

Convinced it safe to return they continued warmly kissing her body. Roger above stood erect to videotape on a downward stance. Capturing the backs of their heads Roger panned over to capture her bulging 34D’s crushed together by her arms. He became entranced by the nipples staring back at him. So beautiful.

Suddenly, Roger felt Candi’s toes rubbing along his leg forcing him to momentarily lose focus with his camera hand. He felt her mounting tension. With a whisper he gets the attention of the others, “Dudes! She’s about to cum.”

Her voice raises and her body quakes, ‘DAAAAAAAAAMIANNNNNNN!”

A massive flood of juices squirts from her pussy and splatters the camera lens. Roger’s eyes bulge at the sight, “Whoa! I filmed this in 3D.”

Before she could recover Kevin and the boy’s stepped back.

Eye’s fluttering open Candi weeps tears, “Thank you! All of you! It felt like Damian was truly here with me. I can’t wait for him to see this. I know it’s going to make him crazy.”

Kevin felt guilty suddenly and opted to repent, “Candi? I hope you can forgive us. We lost control a little. We touched and kissed on you. I think it was more than us hoping to help you achieve my brother’s fantasy.”

She opened her mouth in shock, “It felt so real. It was like Damian was here. I’m not sure how to react to your stepping over the line. I held you in high regard. Trusted you to keep me safe.”

He nods, “And, I did! Nobody hurt you. Nobody went too far. Do you know how hard it is to see you do this and not get turned on? Sister-in-law or not!”

She sits up licking her fingertips of her wetness with a haunted look in her eye. She knew it would test their resistance. They didn’t go too far. She smiles faintly, “I need to go to bed.”

Roger hands her the memory card for his camera. “Here! Just download it. When you mail it do it in 3 minutes edits. I hope Damian likes it.”

She reaches for her T-shirt and merely holds it rather than putting it on. Why cover herself now she questioned. Standing up on rubbery legs she loses her balance and falls into Kevin’s arms. Seeing her do so, he without reservation picks her up in a cradle and storms her past everyone and into her house. He took her shamelessly straight upstairs and laid her in her bed. Covering her up to her neck he leans over and kisses her forehead, “That’s from Damian. Night, Sis!”

He then left the house. Roger had installed the video on her desktop while they were gone and put her laptop inside the house on a coffee table. A scribbled note would let Candi know what to do.

Upstairs Candi wept!

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I had been gone for over a week on business. My job requires me to travel quite frequently so I am on the road almost as much as I am at home. I wasn’t supposed to get back from this particular trip for another six days but we had handled things so quickly that I was coming home early. I decided not to call my wife so I could surprise her by coming home and whisking her away to a romantic dinner and a night of passionate lovemaking.

I pulled into the driveway at a little before six and walked inside quietly trying to delay the surprise as long as possible. I expected to find Beth where she could always be found after five o’clock on a weeknight, plopped down on the couch watching TV.

When I got there, the living room was empty. Her car was in the driveway so I decided that she had to be upstairs either soaking in the bath or taking a nap after a long day.

I quietly made my way up the stairs. I looked down the hall towards our bedroom and saw that there were clothes scattered on the floor. Beth always seems to be dropping something so I just assumed that she’d been carrying the laundry down stairs and some of it had fallen out.

I began creeping down the hall trying to avoid all of the creaks in the floor of our old house. As I got closer to the bedroom door I heard the easily identifiable moan of my wife. I knew that moan quite well; it was a moan of pleasure, sexual pleasure.

I knew that my wife masturbated to keep herself satisfied while I was away on business, I’d even bought her some dildos and vibrators to encourage her to do it more often, hopefully while I watched. She always refused to let me watch. She said that if I was there she didn’t need to masturbate and would be too embarrassed to do it with me watching.

Now as I stood there a few feet from the door listening to her moan, I had the opportunity of a lifetime. I could fulfill my fantasy of watching my wife masturbate if I could only sneak a few feet closer without being detected.

The problem was that the bed was pointed at the door so if I poked my head past the doorframe so I could catch a peak she’d be able to see me.

There had to be a way for me to see her without being seen. I thought for a minute and then it hit me.

The bathroom! Our bathroom connects to our room but also connects to the hallway. I quietly made my way to the bathroom door.

We hardly ever used the door to the hallway and for a moment I thought it was locked when I turned the knob, pushed, and the door didn’t open. I gave it a little more of a nudge and it opened.

I pushed the door open slowly so as not to make the hinges squeak. I entered the bathroom and found with great relief that the door to our bedroom was open. This door wouldn’t quite give me the view I had hoped for, but Beth wouldn’t be able to see me assuming she was facing the door to the hallway.

I crept quietly to the door and peaked ever so slightly görükle escort around the door into our bedroom. I saw the back of Beth’s head and part of her back. She was propping herself up on her left elbow at the edge of the bed and her right arm was extended in front of her.

I couldn’t see anything on the other side of her, but I could see that most of the toys I’d bought her were out on the bed beside her.

I watched her body writhe and contort as her right arm worked hard in the area I couldn’t see.

I heard her moan and pant and after awhile I heard the shriek that she lets out every time she has an orgasm. For a few seconds she tensed up, then her arm flopped to her side and she flopped back on the bed. It was only then that I saw the head of the other person in the room.

I pulled away from the door quickly hoping that I hadn’t been spotted and trying to place where I had seen that long blonde hair before.

“Wow Mrs. Harris you sure came hard, that was incredible.” Kim said.

“Oh Kim, how many times do I have to tell you, call me Beth. It’s so ridiculous for you to call me Mrs. Harris with my cum running down your chin.” Beth said.

“Oh come on, I think it makes things more kinky, gorgeous 36 year old housewife seduces 18 year old neighbor girl.” Kim said.

That’s where I’d seen her before, the girl who had her face between my wife’s legs was Kim Davis, the daughter of the couple that lived next door.

“As I recall you did most of the seducing teasing me like that by tanning in the nude. You looked so good that I could have just eaten you up.” Beth said.

“And then you did. Speaking of which, I think it’s my turn.” Kim said.

“Yes it is, I don’t know that I’ll be able to match what you did to me but get that sweet little pussy up here so we can find out.” Beth said.

I could hear them repositioning themselves. Soon I heard the sounds of a really sloppy pussy licking and the moaning of a very turned on teenager. I had to take another peak, I knew that they could be positioned so that I would blow my cover by poking my head around the edge of the door, but I couldn’t resist the opportunity.

I poked my head out and saw my wife’s head buried in between the legs of her young lover. Kim was writhing on the bed. Unlike Beth, Kim was flat on her back, which presented a danger of being caught for me.

Once I saw her start to roll her head my direction so I snapped away from the door hoping that I hadn’t been seen.

I listened for a few minutes sure that I had been seen and was about to be chastised for spying on them. Kim did speak, but she wasn’t turning me in, at least not yet.

“That feels so good Mrs. Harris. I can’t believe how good you’ve gotten at eating pussy in such a short time.” Kim said.

“Well practice makes perfect, and practice is so much fun that I couldn’t help but get better because I’ve been eating bursa sınırsız escort you three times a day for the past few months.” Beth said.

“Does your husband know that you’ve gone lesbo?” Kim asked.

“Hell no, he’s too busy working all the time. He’s either on the road or getting ready for his next trip to pay any attention to me. I could eat you on the kitchen table while he ate breakfast and he wouldn’t notice, besides I haven’t gone completely lesbo, I still love a good hard cock getting slammed into me, and I still love my husband, I just need more than he’s been giving me.” Beth said.

“How long have you been having sex with women?” Kim asked.

“You know that you’re my first. I told you that during our first time together three months ago. What’s with all the questions?” Beth asked.

“I was just curious about the nature of our relationship. I mean I love coming over here and fucking you everyday, but I’ll never be able to take you out and introduce you to any of my friends as my girlfriend. Our relationship is entirely physical, no emotional attachments?” Kim asked.

“There’s some emotional attachment, I don’t think you can do what we do without at least some level of attachment. Why on earth would you care about that anyway? Isn’t it enough that we give each other oceans of pleasure for hours at a time?” Beth asks.

“I guess, but I think it’s a little unfair, when your husband is home he gets to take you all over town and introduce you as his little wife but he doesn’t get very much sex. Then there’s me, I get all the sex I can stand but I can’t take you out as my girlfriend. If you ask me that’s being unfair to me your husband and yourself.” Kim said.

“What’s with the sudden interest in my husband? I thought you only liked girls, are you having second thoughts?” Beth asks.

“Oh on I’m not having second thoughts about us, and I never actually ruled out men. It’s just that women are so much better as lovers. As for my new interest in your husband, ever since you decided we could do it in the bed you share with him I’ve been wondering how he would react if he knew that he had your heart, but I had your body.” Kim said.

“If he knew what we were doing he’d react one of two ways. Either he’d be unbelievably upset and want a divorce or he’d be incredibly turned on and demand that we let him join us.” Beth said.

“You think that if he were to discover what we’ve been doing that he might want to join us?” Kim asked.

“What man wouldn’t want to be a part of what we have? Despite the fact that most of them can’t please one woman very well they all seem to want to be with two women at once. The married ones all want to be with their wife and another woman at the same time, and as they get older they all dream of being able to use the body of a gorgeous young 18 year old like yourself as their own personal sex toy.” nilüfer escort Beth said.

“So which response would be more likely from your husband? Would he demand the divorce or would he go for the three-way?” Kim asked.

“With Robert I’d almost bet on the divorce. He’s the jealous type; he doesn’t even like me to have male friends. I have a hard time imagining him being willing to share me with anybody, not even a beautiful young woman that would give herself to him.” Beth said.

“So if somehow he happened to catch us he’d be likely to storm in and yell at us, demanding a divorce right then and there?” Kim asks.

“That’s exactly how I think he’d handle it.” Beth says.

“Assuming that you’re wrong and he didn’t want to get a divorce and he wanted to join us do you think he would storm in and demand it or would he maybe watch from the shadows for awhile hoping that the opportunity to join in presented itself?” Kim asks.

“That second one sounds about right. He’s always liked to watch almost as he likes to participate. The son of a bitch keeps asking me to let him watch me masturbate. What’s up with all the questions?” Beth asked.

“Well, it’s just that Mr. Harris is in the bathroom. I saw him out of the corner of my eye while you were going down on me and I was trying to use your input to gauge his reaction to what we were doing. Come on in Mr. Harris, there’s no need to pretend you aren’t there, I saw you.” Kim yelled.

Busted, my cover blown I stepped into the bedroom.

“Robert, I can….what are you doing home? I thought you weren’t supposed to be home for another week.” Beth said trying to cover herself and Kim, who had sat up and turned towards me with a big smile on her beautiful face.

“Our negotiations got done much earlier than expected. I thought I’d sneak home and surprise you. Surprise.” I said.

“Well you definitely did surprise me. There’s a logical explanation for this. You see…” Beth started.

“Shh. Don’t try to explain anything. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, my gorgeous wife and our young sexy neighbor licking each other to the heights of ecstasy. You were right when you said that it would be most men’s fantasies to have a three-way with their wife and a gorgeous 18-year-old. So that’s exactly what we’re gonna do from now on. Kim, I will gladly share my wife with you, you can have her as often as you want, as long as you give yourself willingly to me frequently enough to keep me satisfied. Oh and the two of you will perform for me on a regular basis, is everyone okay with that?” I said.

“No problem, I’m a horny little slut that will fuck just about anyone if I get horny enough and you two would be a big step up over the people that I’d usually end up with.” Kim says.

“That just leaves you darling.” I said.

“How can I say no? The man I love and the woman I lust for both openly agreeing to share me and themselves with each other.” Beth said.

“Good, that’s very good, I think this is going to be a very good arrangement we have here.” I said.

That was over a year ago and Beth and Kim are now both pregnant but they remain the same horny little sluts that I found in my bedroom that day.

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I’ll dream that as I’m asleep in my bed, soft footsteps will creep lightly over the carpet and the creak of the bed will echo quietly in the dimly lit room. Almost as if I knew I’d have company tonight, my cock lies semi-erect along my left leg. You stop to marvel at the sight before slowly sliding your hands delicately up my calf and onto my thigh, my sleeping body stirring only slightly at the soft touch. As your hand nears the head of my cock, your breathing begins to quicken and you can almost feel the juice dripping from your achingly frustrated cunt.

You stop, keeping your hand just centimetres away from my dick and move your other hand between your legs, delicately slipping a finger into your pussy, gasping softly as you tease yourself even more. Whilst waiting for me to sleep, you had already spent over half an hour with your hand almost glued between your thighs, building up the sexual courage needed to make your move but never would you let yourself come, you wanted to save that pleasure for me. You remove your hand and continue your ascent towards my slumbering cock. You place a finger lightly on the end and watch my face for any sign of a reaction.

After 30seconds of tense waiting you start to feel slightly more brave and gently slide your hand further upwards, wrapping your self-lubricated fingers around my length, slowly lifting it up from my leg, all the while still watching my face for any hint of a reaction. There is none apart from a barely audible increase in the frequency of my breathing. You lower your head and poke your tongue out, placing just the tip against my helmet. Straight away you notice a difference, my breathing is now deeper and you can almost feel the blood pumping slowly into my steadily swelling cock. As it gets harder, it grows in both length and thickness until you can barely keep your hand wrapped around it. During this whole procedure you hadn’t moved an inch, your eyes fixated on my thick shaft, unaware that my breathing had changed once more to a controlled pace and my eyes, still shrouded in darkness, were opened wide with lust, watching you…

As soon as I entered the room, my breathing got heavy. I saw you lying quiet and innocent on the bed, completely naked. My hand went down to my clit and I stroked it softly while looking at you. The sight of your cock, inviting, made me walk closer to the edge of the bed, and I couldn’t help but run my fingers across your thigh, nearly reaching your manhood, but not quite. My head went down and I slowly pressed my tongue against your helmet, waiting for a reaction… I’d been so nervous to even enter the room, and all the adrenaline made my body tense with expectation of what the night had to offer. Your breathing kept even, and so I wrapped my hand around your girth, feeling the pumping blood of your erection. I, then, felt your glare and froze… I didn’t know what to expect.

But as soon as my eyes met yours, it all became a blur; I felt the touch of your hands softly but firmly holding my neck and pulling me towards you. I felt your lips playing on my skin, your tongue teasing me as you licked up and down from my lobes to my breasts, sucking my nipples and nibbling away… I almost forgot to breathe; my body was in the most delicious agony, ready for yours…

Unbeknown to you, I had been awake from the start. I had seen the look of lust within the depths of your beautiful eyes earlier that day; I knew it was only a matter of time before you made your move. The hardest part was controlling my erection, keeping my arousal at bay until I felt your warm bursa escort bayan touch on my thigh.

As you finally lifted your eyes to meet mine, a fleeting look of shock replaced the longing but it was quickly dispelled as I wrapped my hand lightly around your neck and pulled your body on top of mine, feeling the nubs of your nipples pressing into my chest and moaning lightly as I realised that the sudden wetness now coating my groin was your own juice, slowly dripping from your soaked pussy. My cock, now fully erect was in-between your thighs and every soft movement that brought it into contact with your cunt, sent visible shivers throughout my body.

I let my lips softly touch your own before quickly moving away, turning your head slightly and in turn placing them just behind your ear. I start to kiss my way down your neck, every moment of contact extracting an audible gasp from your open mouth. Your back starts to arch as you press your groin against my own; my cock stiffens at the movement and my kissing gets more frenzied. I run my tongue along the length of your collar bone and start to lower my head even further, kissing, biting and licking my way down to your erect nipples that are now poised in front of my hungry mouth. I circle the areola with my tongue before sucking your whole nipple between my lips, lightly nipping it with my teeth. You moan, louder than before, and start to slide your hands up the sides of my chest before dragging them quickly back down again, nails sunk deep into my flesh. The pain spurs me on further as I roll your body lithely from on top of my own. I kneel between your parted legs, my cock standing at a full attention. My hands rest on your knees, spreading them wide as I gaze longingly at your pussy, watching the odd drip of juice making its way slowly down the crease of your ass. You just lie there, almost paralysed with lust. One hand is spread to the side of you whilst the other tweaks a stiff nipple, causing bursts of almost painful sexual electricity to shoot through your body and down to your groin.

I move back half a metre allowing me to bring my face down to your cunt, the sweet aroma filling my nostrils as my tongue darts out, touching your burning clit. Your whole body starts shaking vigorously as I set about my sexual assault on your pussy, sliding my tongue up each side, only occasionally letting it wander onto your dripping slit before kissing your inner thighs. I can feel the orgasm building within your loins so I speed up my movements, now focusing fully on your throbbing clit. Your moans and groans now fill the room and your legs clamp around my face, your hands move to the back of my head forcing even more pressure on your sodden cunt. As you do this, an orgasm flushes over your whole body with the force of a tsunami. Your legs begin to tremble and shake as wave after wave of pleasure washes over your body. My tongue dutifully lapping up your juices as they cover my face. As your orgasm subsides, I move my body upwards and continue to kiss and nibble your open neck, already starting to cause an even stronger orgasm to build deep within your loins…

It feels so unreal… your hands holding my legs open, your mouth feasting on my body, sending shivers through my spine, it’s such a lovely dizziness seeing your face fitting perfectly between my inner thighs and feeling your tongue taking in my sweet nectar, it seems impossibly delicious… All I want now is for you to keep going deeper and deeper and my moans are giving me away but I just can’t help it. As I hold your head and push you against bursa evi olan escort me, I feel you licking and searching deeper with your tongue. My body almost explodes; the pleasure taking control of me, sending electric currents throughout my limp frame…

As my muscles relax, you move up and start kissing my neck, occasionally biting me slowly but hard enough to hurt just a bit, and almost without noticing, my fingers run through your back, scratching your skin and making you moan with a mixture of pleasure and pain, as you keep teasing my already shivering body… I nearly give in to pleasure but I stop you for a moment, my fingers hold your chin firmly and I kiss you for a quick second, biting away softly. I hold your wrists and turn you over, laying your beautifully built body flat on the bed and moving back just enough to delight on the sight of it. My fingers travel from your chest to your knees, and finally linger upon your groin…

I go down, just tasting the tip of your cock with my tongue, then putting just the head inside my mouth. I suck on it for a few seconds before taking it out and wrapping my lips around your girth, kissing up and down, then licking the base and making my way to your balls, sucking on them softly… As I hear your moans, the wetness in my pussy increases. I’m getting ready to have you inside…

I run my tongue up again to your helmet and with a quick move, I slide your cock inside my mouth, slowly sucking as it goes deeper and deeper, finally reaching the back of my throat. I start moving faster while I hold your hips as you move your throbbing dick in-between my lips…

As your fingers run delicately across my skin, they leave behind a trail of goose bumps and raised hairs. My eyes close in sheer ecstasy and I grab fistfuls of bed sheet as I centre each and every one of my senses on you, following your sensual progression across my body. When your hand finally reaches my groin, I moan loudly and raise my hips towards your touch. When you take my cock between your lips, I almost pass out.

My whole body goes limp, my eyes shut even tighter and my teeth manage to draw blood from my own lips. I move my left hand and place it delicately on the side of your face moving my right hand up behind my head. Within minutes, I can feel the fireworks within my groin building to a level I had never before known. You sense it too and the pace of your movements increase, taking my cock even deeper into your mouth as one hand moves up to massage my aching balls.

My eyes flutter between open and closed and my loud moans mingled with the noise of your sucking are the only things to penetrate the late night air. I can’t take it anymore; every muscle within my body is tensed almost to ripping point as spurt after spurt of thick white come shoots from the tip of my dick, straight into your hungry mouth. My body writhes as waves of pleasure mixed with the achingly pleasant pain from the force of my orgasm wash over my body. I happily note how you swallow nearly every drop, only letting a tiny amount dribble down your chin. I look deep into your eyes. You smile and ask me if I’m up for it again. I am.

Instead of going soft, it looked as if my recent orgasm had made my cock even harder. I sit up slowly from the bed and pull you close to me, kissing you passionately, and our hands freely roaming across each other’s bodies. Your nipples press into my chest and once again my length slips between your now very sticky thighs. I pull you onto my lap and still kissing passionately, bursa otele gelen escort you wrap your legs around my body, your dripping cunt hovering directly over my thick, pulsing cock. I move my hands and cup both of your ass cheeks, lowering you slowly until the tip of my dick lightly touches your pussy. Just that slight bit of contact causes us both to momentarily stop kissing in order to softly gasp with rigid anticipation. Our bodies ache with lust, each of us covered in bites and coated in a mixture of sweat and sweet bodily fluids. I lower you even further and the head of my cock pushes its way inside your tight cunt. I can feel droplets of juice running down the length of my shaft. You’re already so wet that I could push all the way in without any trouble, but you know how much I like to tease.

Your arms hooked around my neck, your back arched and your head flung back, eyes blurringly pointed to the ceiling. I lower you another inch or two until the head of my cock is now buried deep inside you, extracting a shudder of excitement from in between your parted lips. I hold you steady there, ignoring your frustrated groans before my insatiable lust takes over and I lower you quickly, bringing your ass into contact with the top of my thighs and forcing the whole length of my dick deep into your welcoming cunt. I almost stopped breathing from the pleasure that your tight pussy brought to me but you don’t give me chance, your hips already starting to buck wildly accompanied by your perfectly shaped tits bouncing in unison in front of my face. I lean forward, taking a nipple in my mouth and I start to buck my own hips to meet yours. I move my hand behind you and delicately slip a finger into your asshole sending you into an even more frenzied fuck.

I stand up, bringing you with me. I flip you round and onto your back on the bed, still inside you and continue to pump in and out of your clenched cunt. Your juices now cover my thick cock and with every time I go all the way inside you, even more squirts out from the pressure. Our moans and groans form a sexual symphony splitting through the air, most probably disturbing neighbours for miles around but we are both past caring. Your hands run through your own hair, head tilted to the side and eyes closed in ecstasy. I have your legs up and over each shoulder, making it possible for me to go even deeper. Sweat drips freely from us both and our eyes betray nothing but pleasure.

Within less than ten minutes I can already feel the walls of your pussy tightening and your breathing quicken, I start to go even faster, the room shaking and the whole bed now moving in unison with our entwined bodies. A blinding pain shooting through my body as you add yet more scratch marks to my chest but it serves only to spur me on. I can feel my orgasm building within me and I urge it on, knowing that in a matter of seconds you’ll be experiencing your very own. Your reach up and grab me around the neck, pulling me roughly towards you. Still thrusting I oblige and our lips meet, sending fire throughout my body and pushing me over the edge yet again. I bite down hard on your bottom lip and feel the walls of your pussy tightening even more as your own orgasm hits you with force, pulling my cock even further inside. Our bodies are racked with orgasmic delight, pulsating through our very cores. I collapse on top of your limp form, giving in to the pleasure still radiating within me, letting my come squirt deep inside your contented pussy. The room is filled with the sound of your sexual satisfaction as you lay with your arms flung above you, legs fully spread, mouth agape, shivers running down your spine as the strength of your orgasm reaches its pea. Without even moving or speaking, we both fall into a heavy sleep, not even bothering to remove my slowly softening cock that was still buried deep inside your aching yet satisfied cunt.

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