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Stacked Shelley’s Subway Ride Ch. 3

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“All right, girls, party’s over,” he said. “Don’t you know this is a public park?” His voice was deep and manly, with a strong Noo Yawk accent. He got down off his horse and came toward us, taking his summons book from his back pocket. Shit. We’re going to get written up. The horse stood still, breathing hard in the hot weather.

The blonde woman gets up. “Please officer, we weren’t hurting anyone. We didn’t mean to cause trouble. Can’t you just let us go home?”

I got up too and turned around to face him. “Please,” I say. “I promise it won’t happen again.” He hesitates, like any man would, seeing my big juicy rack for the first time. We were only a couple feet apart. He was young, dark-haired, Italian-looking, sort of like a John Travolta type from Brooklyn. He seemed tough, very macho, with strong, hairy forearms and big hands. His nameplate read DiNardo.

The blonde woman, seeing the way he looked at me, spoke up. “Can you blame me, Officer? Shelley’s one hot piece of ass, right? I couldn’t wait to get home, Officer. I wanted those big tits so bad…”

The young cop laughed, showing his white teeth and good humor. “Yeah, alright. You couldn’t wait, huh? I know that feeling.”

“Shelley, stand up straight and show this nice policeman how you tempted me on the subway train.” she ordered.

I put my legs apart and stood like I’d been on the train, hands Side Escort behind my head, melons pushed out. “I was like this, Officer,” I told him, suddenly feeling like a dumb slut. “I was standing like this on the train so that she’d want me.”

I could see the lust in his eyes. He didn’t give a shit anymore about his job. Like any man, once the blood rushed to his cock, his rational brain shut itself off.

“That’s right,” she said. “My big-breasted whore, aren’t you? My big-titted dyke-slut. Why don’t you show this nice policeman what a good girl you are?”

I approached him, slowly. I saw a wedding band on his finger. I pushed up against him, rubbing my breasts and sex against him like a horny cat. I felt him hard through his uniform, and dropped to my knees. I unzipped him and tried to fish his erection out through the hole. It took a lot of doing, but I did it. One of New York’s Finest, indeed!

Large, thick, salami-like cock. Not as big as Earl’s, but pretty fucking huge regardless. I heard him draw in his breath sharply as I swallowed the first six inches in one gulp. I let it all the way out and rubbed it, staring him in the eyes from my submissive posture. I tongued the head of his cock all around, licking it gently beneath and flicking my tongue and lips over it again and again. I licked the length of his shaft all the way to the base, Side Escort bayan and seized it in both hands, pumping him like a machine.

“Damn,” said the Blonde, “you must make your wife so happy with that big thing, Officer. So big and thick. She must love it. Do you fuck her good like a husband should? I bet you make her come so good! Go on, Shelley. Deep-throat that monster! Show him how much we New York girls appreciate the NYPD.”

“My pleasure,” I thought. I relaxed my throat and swallowed that salami down. His balls were incredibly large and heavy. I juggled them on my fingertips and he moaned. I worked the big head of his prick and down the length of his shaft. I opened my mouth wide and stretched it around one of his big cum-filled balls. My blonde mistress was next to him, topless, with one hand down her pants, fucking herself. She ran the other hand over the muscles of his arms and chest, cooing and moaning as well. I opened my throat and began shoving inch after inch of cock-meat down my gullet. He grabbed the back of my head with his big hands and started fucking my face, long powerful strokes, up and down, in and out.

His big scary gun was just inches from my face. Behind him, the legs of his horse, stamping and snorting at the noises that his master was making. I deep-throated him like a professional sword-swallower whore, pausing Escort Side at the bottom so he could see how much I’d taken. I let him slide all the way out and the head bounced against my open lips.

We moved back and I sat on the bench so that my chest was at the right height for tit-fucking. He was hard as steel and ready to explode. My own pussy was on fire, and I wanted his cock in me. I took him between my huge soft tits and began working his wet cock in my cleavage, pumping him up and down, making him thrust hard against me like he was fucking my pussy.

Somehow the platinum-haired pussycat woman had slipped his billy club off his belt, and I felt it nudging the edges of my hot cunt lips. Without losing rhythm or letting him fall, my hips began grinding against the hardness of it. I took him deep into my throat again and as she pushed the policeman’s nightstick into me—just a tiny bit was all it took, I began to come, and as I came I began to cry out, only my mouth was stuffed full of cock, so the screams came out like deep vibrations in my throat, and this pushed my Italian Stallion over the edge.

“Huuuuhhhg! Guhghghhhww!” he roared, blasting his seed deep into my belly. I let him fall out in time to catch the second blast in my open mouth, and the third, fourth, and fifth all over my big full tits. I pumped him with both hands like a crazed milkmaid, sucking every bit of cop-juice out of his huge salami.

“Oh, Shelley!” said the Blonde. “You’re fantastic! What a great cocksucker you are.” She licked my sensitive chest like a cat, sucking up every bit of jism stuck to my tits and neck.

To Be Continued…

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So I’ll make an embarrassing statement here: I’ve always had issues with cumming during sex.

Solo? Easy. Oral? Just as easy.

In the heat of passion with one who graces me with the pleasure of a night in the bed? Nothing.

In those precious moments when she looked into my eyes, as if begging me to show her and prove just how good It feels? Nothing.

It’s not them. It never has been, but try telling them that. Many a relationship suffered due to my little problem, despite the fact that the idea of a partner with such stamina seemed rather enticing in the beginning. The young woman who took my virginity couldn’t escape it either.

“What are you a super virgin?” She asked, and she didn’t mean it as a compliment.

Then at twenty-one, I met a woman named Heather at a house party where the booze flowed freely. She was a larger girl than I’d normally go for, older too, at thirty years old. The ring on her finger screamed ‘off limits’ loud and clear. I’m not sure why I sent my signals, those little tests we throw at others to detect interest or rejection without the embarrassment of asking outright.

It may have been the red hair, my weakness. She was a looker too. Her heart shaped face came with these piercing jade eyes that appraised all things they fell upon. The way her eyes saw right through me made me more shy than I normally am.

She persisted though, and opened me up to the world of kink, one step at a time. She sat beside me and I carefully picked those precious moments to test the waters. It started with small talk and introductions.

Her pearly white teeth showed bright in an adorable smile when she laughed at my, admittedly bad, jokes. She would ask for a lighter and I’d hand one to her in such a way that she couldn’t take it without my finger brushing against her wrist or palm.

She added me on Facebook and I received a message with her just two feet away from me. We talked for almost two hours before admitting mutual attraction, and it was revealed to me what a hotwife was.

Her husband, a roughneck on oil rigs, was out of state most of the time and her nights were always spent with a vacant space next to her in her bed. He liked to watch the videos we made and fully endorsed our encounters, eagerly awaiting more.

She invited me over one night, and of course I went. It didn’t matter that she was married or had kids, I wanted her bad and I wanted her all the time.

We sat outside for a good hour, talking about our sexual likes and dislikes. She was a sub, a term I didn’t understand at the time, and after expressing an interest in the scene, she offered to show me a thing or two.

We walked to her bedroom which was packed full due to a massive king sized bed on an elaborate frame. She looked me in the eyes and I suddenly remembered my role in this dynamic.

We hadn’t known one another for long and lacked the emotional connection that makes the dynamic work. Despite this, we played off of each other remarkably well, each able to act and react to the other.

I took a chance, something I seldom do. When our eyes met it triggered movement. The yearning I felt was beyond restraint and I stepped forward, took her face into my hands, and kissed her. It was rough… raw. It was something I didn’t know I had in me.

I resisted the urge to soften my advance. I noticed her back was facing the bed, and I forced her down on her back, reaching for her cleavage and pulling the night gown she wore aside.

Her breasts were large, and very well shaped. I cupped them in my hands, massaging them and lightly pinching her nipples Escort Bayan before adding my lips and tongue into the equation.

Was this too fast? I thought, and realized that was my call. In an effort not to panic at the thought, I simply answered my own question in my head.

Yes, I thought, make her wait for it, make her beg for it, or better yet, make her earn it.

In the midst of her lyrical moans, I suddenly raised my head and pulled my hands away. I forced myself to slow down. My hands caressed her body as I kissed and bit her neck. My fingers traced her curvature, unrushed as they made their way back to her breasts. I stopped just shy of them, jumping around to her clavicle and back down the side, ignoring the breasts entirely. I removed the gown and admired the body beneath.

I caught myself Looking at her eyes for some clear indication of approval. Her eyes caught mine and she gave a knowing smile and bit her lip as my hands ventured down her leg and up her inner thigh.

Just before reaching where we both desperately wanted them to go, I’d switch and repeat the process on the other leg. I leaned in and kissed her across her body, finally playing with her breasts once more and then further down. My tongue went to work, making sure to give equal attention to every heightened nerve.

She said one of the sexiest things I have ever heard. It was the way she said it. Its pitch was frantic, the tone filled with the kind of lust I never thought I’d hear.

I did hear it and I don’t recall ever being as hard as I was upon doing so. Through the gasps, moans, and buckling knees, I heard a woman beg to feel me for the first time.

“I need you to fuck me…” she said, her voice trembling. “Please.”

I looked at her and felt this pride. It was amazing to me how someone not only found me attractive, but NEEDED me in a sense.

I stopped and looked up, her eyes were mesmerizing. When they met mine. I plainly, and calmly said.

“No.”

“Please,” She moaned, placing her hands on the back of my head and clenching what she could of my short hair.

Punishment? I thought to myself. Is this the time for it?

I stopped, looked at her, and reached up, grabbing her hands. I crossed them over her chest and pushed down just enough to hold them in place if she resisted.

Her legs were resting on my shoulder and over the edge of the bed. I stood up, lifting her legs for the perfect angle, and gave her a hard spank. The slap echoed in the room. The gasp she let out quickly turned to a moan. I spread her legs and leaned in, ensuring she could feel how hard I was beneath my jeans. I whispered calmly in her ear, teasing her clit with my fingers.

“No. I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.”

It was a shot in the dark for me, some line I had read on a meme while secretly researching how to pull this off, but I assumed it was a meme for a reason.

Her eyes lit up when I said it, as if she was pleasantly surprised at the statement, and made deeply aroused having heard it. She bit her lip, cupped her breasts, and her eyes narrowed, like she had been given a challenge.

She lifted her hips in controlled motions, grinding against the bulge in my jeans as I took off my shirt. She reached up and placed her hands tenderly on my chest.

I grabbed them, and pinned her arms over her head. I prepared another line, the one I was just as excited to use as she was to hear. I took one hand and grabbed her by the hair. I gave it a firm pull and whispered,

“Only good girls get to touch.” I was quite pleased with myself. She seemed to enjoy Bayan escort it, indicated by the most devious smile yet. the hardest part of all this discovery was resisting the urge to smile back.

“Are you a good girl?” I asked, testing the question out loud, unsure if it would entice or fall short.

She gave a wicked giggle as I pulled myself away and unbuttoned my jeans.

She sat up and dropped to her knees before me with speed. She grabbed the band of my boxers and pulled them down. Her appraising eyes took in the sight before looking up at me.

The look she gave. It was like she was seeking approval, permission to do what she wanted to do. I said nothing but raised an eyebrow to indicate I expected an answer to my question.

Her voice lowered, and she gave her reply with a seductive tone.

“Yes, sir.” She said.

There is something special about someone who wants to please you. It’s not just reciprocal, it’s a desire, and you can always tell the difference. When she took me into her mouth, her speed and rhythm, mixed with her sheer delight in the act, damn near would have finished me right then. She moved like her life depended on it, bobbing her head back and forth, all the while keeping her eyes fixed on mine.

She finally got a moan out of me as I leaned my head back, taking in the fact this woman desperately wanted me to feel good. I looked back down and saw her lips curl into a slight smile around the shaft when our eyes met.

She winked at me as her lips slid up the shaft slowly, relishing the fact that I was loving every moment of it. I gave what I could only describe as a low growl. I didn’t know I growled.

this was a night of discovery for me. So many new sensations that remain in memory, being the object of what seemed so similar to worship. I realized that this was more than a sexual concept. Being given the freedom and power to take the reigns is one thing, but their is also having the trust that comes with it. The responsibility to ensure that whoever gives you that power is well taken care of.

This is the first time I experienced dominance, but it’s not the first time we had sex. Twice before, she came and I was unable to finish, and it was clear she took exception to it. I warned her about it, but she was determined.

I pulled her off my cock with her hair and brought her to her feet. That smile just before biting her lip made me want to fuck her that much more.

She took this moment to tell me what she wanted, and I listened intently and without hesitation.

“I want you to come. Don’t worry about me. I want you to come and I don’t want you to stop till you do.” Her tone wasn’t desperate or seductive. It was honest, sincere. It gave me pause.

Before this I spent every sexual encounter making it about my partner, resigned to the fact that I just don’t finish during sex. I felt confused, wondering how I could achieve what she wanted and what I would do if I did. Neither of us wore condoms. Testing was mandatory to fuck the wife and after that, well birth control would do.

I didn’t want to complicate things. Do I pull out?

Here I was about to make a promise I didn’t know I could keep. Silly of me, in the end.

I nodded in agreement and walked her back to the bed, letting go of her hair. I practically threw her down on the bed and climbed on top of her, desperate to feel what I have been denying myself just as much as her.

I slid in with ease, the warmth inviting me deeper. I didn’t realize how aroused she was. I thrust deep, retreated, and thrusted again, tapping the headboard Escort against the wall.

It gave me an idea. I reached up, braced myself, and fucked as hard as I could, each thrust causing her to flail and grab whatever was in reach. Her hands touched my chest, wrapped around my waist, and then reached behind to scratch my back with a wild passionate cry. The pain sent a shock through me as her long manicured nails dug into place, her body tensing up at my constant motion. I would wear those marks with pride for the next week.

I slowed down, feeling like I was on the road to fulfilling my promise. Through heavy breathing, she looked at me with concern when I slowed down.

“I’m sorry, did they dig in too much?” She asked.

“No, not at all. I just might come.” I replied. Looking back, I feel embarrassed about my excitement. She didn’t even hesitate as she wrapped her legs around me and thrust her hips up in time with each entry, pulling me into her as if I’d try to escape.

She placed her hands on my chest, and looked at me. It was a serious expression, focused, with her body trembling.

“Come for me.” She said, making several quick nods with her head, “Please come for me.”

“But, where-” I began, and she stopped me before I could finish, anticipating ny question.

“Don’t pull out, no,” She said frantically. She then lowered her voice while biting her lip, “Don’t pull out.” I had never finished inside a woman before this. (Obviously)

By this point I was all in, dedicated. I was going to come. I was going to give her what she wanted and needed. She earned it, after all. It was what she wanted and it was only fair.

It was in this moment, though I wouldn’t know till the afterglow, that I officially accepted myself as a dom.

As it turns out, I lied to you before.

I wasn’t fucking her as hard as I could. In this moment I became unhinged. Unchained and bound by no obstacles.

I wasn’t worried about hurting her, she would like it or tell me different if otherwise.

I wasn’t worried about her finishing, she obviously didn’t want that tonight.

The only thing in my mind was reaching that sweet oblivion in a new and significantly better way.

Each thrust lifted her lower half up off the bed. The pain from her nails in response were not even a distraction.

I took a firm grip of her red hair and pulled her down into the mattress. I’ve never heard cries of ecstasy quite like that, and certainly not with me as a cause.

With each thrust I pulled her into the mattress and with each retreat she bounced up off of it. My breathe grew low and heavy as I felt that burn before the release.

The awestruck look of ecstasy painted on her face was the final piece I needed. I looked into her eyes, the distance behind them, and listened as she belted out the tune of bliss.

“I’m gonna cum,” I growled.

“Yes-yes-yes-cum.”

Fin

The sensation of finishing in a woman is unlike anything else a man can feel in his life. The initial pulse and release into her sends electrical signals that spark off of every nerve ending and travel everywhere they can go, and yet nowhere in particular.

The mind takes a moment of silence for this triumph. The second pulse empties the mind further, while the flare and lustful burn persists, sending every drop as deep within her as you can.

It’s like making her yours, in a way.

Every pulse after is a gift, a bonus, like a postscript to the love letters written in the flesh if my back. She was paid the debt of your promise in full.

I came harder than I ever have before that night. In her own words (as best as I can recollect)

“That was fucking hot.” She mused.

“What?” I turned to face her.

“You tensed and coiled up, then growled like a fucking animal. Its hot as fuck when you cum.”

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Malcolm eased the big Chrysler off Larry’s street and continued west until he hit the entrance ramp to the highway. Driving faster than everyone else around him, his idea of merging with traffic was to launch his car off the on ramp as if his big Chrysler was a race car reentering the track on the restart of race. When he planted his size 16 shoe on the gas pedal, with a roar, a howl, a shake, and a shudder, the car zoomed forward turning from a sedate luxury cruiser to a powerful muscle car. The torque from the big engine pushed and pinned June back in her seat until Malcolm hit a cruising speed of 100 mph. Never had she experienced such a feeling of excited exhilaration since the time she rode the big rollercoaster at the county fair.

Inspired by the speed and Hemi power of Malcolm’s car, she imagined him picking her up in his big arms and carrying her to bed. She imagined him feeling her breasts through her blouse and bra and feeling her ass through her skirt and panty before undressing her and stripping off her clothes. Taking his time to arouse her and to seduce her, instead of understanding that she was a call girl with her John, she imagined him being her big, bad boy lover.

Taking his sweet time to unbutton her blouse, she imagined him feeling her tits and fingering her nipples through her bra. She imagined his big, black hand going up her short tartan skirt and his big, thick fingers pushing aside her white, thong panty to rub and tickle her clit before penetrating her pussy. Unsnapping her front snapping bra as if her breasts were his surprise gift, she imagined him staring at her C cup tits before reaching out his enormous hands to touch them, feel them, caress them, and suck them. Arousing herself with her own imagination, she couldn’t wait until he stripped her naked.

Her sexual fantasy of being stripped naked and being taken by such a powerful man made her knees weak with sexual anticipation. She felt the same rush thinking about him making love to her as she did when he floored the accelerator. With all the weight of his big, black, beautiful, naked body pushing her down and pinning her into the mattress, she imagined him having his wicked way with her naked body and forcing her to do dirty and nasty things that she’d never do to another man.

‘Fuck me, Malcolm, stick that big, hard, black cock in my warm, wet pussy,’ she imagined saying as he drove in silence.

She wondered what it would be like to have sex with a man so big, so strong, and so powerful when he pounded her pussy and parted her clam with the long, hard thrusts of his big muscled hips. With mixed emotions of nervousness and excitement, imagining giving reversed birth to a baby, she imagined his supersized cock parting her shaved, pussy lips and penetrating her cunt deeper than any man has gone before. Sitting beside the best and not wanting to fuck any of the rest, she imagined she was about to get the fucking of her life.

She wondered what it would be like to take his big, black prick past her red, full lips. She imagined sucking him and taking him deeper in her mouth and all the way down her throat in an attempt to deep throat him. She imagined his warm, oozy cum splashing up against the back of her mouth. Between his big cock and his load of cum nearly gagging her, she imagined being proud that she could sexually satisfy such a man. She wondered how many other women have had the erotic pleasure and sexual satisfaction of bedding such a supersized man. Before even having sex with him, never has she had such sexual thoughts of erotic excitement about a man before.

As if she was sitting on a giant vibrator, the rumble of the car’s exhaust penetrated the car seat and tickled her between her legs. She ran her fingers along the stitching detail of the fancy interior as if she was running her fingers along the length of his cock. The safety and security of being with Malcolm made her swoon in his company and she rested her head against the headrest hoping that he’d stop the car soon and kiss her, touch her, feel her, and make love to her. Never has she wanted to suck anyone’s cock in the way she wanted to blow Malcolm now.

What a man? What a man? He was such an incredible man. Feeling as if he was her super He-Man, never has she felt as protected with her husband, John, as she did with Malcolm. John was just a little taller than average, but Malcolm was a giant. Glad they were sitting down in his car, he was so tall that, even with her 5’9″ height, she had a stiff neck gazing up at him when standing.

Where before, she felt dirty and as if she was doing something wrong when Larry asked her to be his prostitute, now she felt wickedly hot. Feeling wanted, feeling desired, and feeling sexy, never has she felt so much like a woman when in the company of such a man. He made her feel feminine. He made her feel special. He made her feel alive with sexual excitement.

He was a real man, a manly man, a macho man, and a man who’d take care of her no matter what. Instead of her making all the decisions and doing all the worrying, as she’s done her Kumköy escort whole marriage, she liked the feeling that she could relinquish the control finally to someone stronger and smarter while trusting that he wouldn’t make mistakes and fuck it all up. Even if it meant having sex with him, she exhaled a big sigh of relief and relaxed. Especially if it meant having sex with him, she exhaled an excited smile. Only she knew her joy wouldn’t last and tomorrow he’d be gone and she’d be back to her little life with her three kids and with Larry pimping her out to someone else.

“I love your car, Malcolm. Big, black, and powerful, it’s so you,” she said looking at him with stars in her eyes in the way she’d look at a celebrity, if meeting one in person, and in the way she thought he’d be looking at her.

“Thank you,” he said more ready to talk about his car than about having sex with her. “I have a new car on order, a Cadillac CTS-V.”

“I never heard of that model.”

“A two door coupe instead of a four door sedan, it does everything that this car does only it accelerates faster, stops quicker, and turns better. Think of it as a Corvette with a Cadillac body,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m a sucker for big, heavy American cars. I love the safety of them, the spacious interiors, and the power they have.”

“I can’t imagine a car better than this car,” said June running her hand over the seat. “I love this car. It’s beautiful.”

They whizzed past hotel after hotel and motel after motel. With the approach of each motor inn, wondering where he was going and when he was going to stop, she imagined stopping at this one or at that one and doing whatever was his sexual pleasure. Nervous before meeting him, frightened if only by his name, Mr. X and by the sheer size of him, she’d do anything Malcolm asked of her now. She liked him. She really did.

She enjoyed being in his company. He made her feel so safe. Instead of stopping, he drove her a few towns over to a favorite takeout chicken place he knew not far from where he lived. Oxymoronic in his liking for chicken, an educated, wealthy, black man, who could afford any fancy restaurant and navigate any French or Italian menu, he still saved a special fondness for the comfort food of his youth.

“I hope you like fried chicken because if you do, you’re in for a treat.”

“Who doesn’t like fried chicken? With three kids to feed and a healthy serving of protein, it’s a cheap staple in my house,” she said with a laugh as he parked his car in front of the restaurant. “Do you trust me to order for you?”

“Sure,” she said more interested in sucking his hard cock than in eating a crispy thigh.

He left her sitting in the car while he walked to the stand, ordered the food, and brought it back to the car to eat. He was already munching on a piece of chicken as he approached the car and handed her the bag of food.

“Sorry, I couldn’t wait. I’m hungry,” he said with a big laugh.

“I can’t say that I blame you. It smells so good.”

As if he was holding a petite appetizer, the drumstick looked so tiny in his big hand. After watching Malcolm eat, she suspected that food was a sexual experience for him. If he devoured her in the way he devoured his chicken, watching him suck on the bone in the way that she couldn’t wait to suck on his boner, she’d be a happy woman.

“Whenever I think about sex, I become hungry and whenever I’m hungry I think of fried chicken,” he said with a laugh. “My Mama made the best fried chicken, but this place, Flossie’s Fried Chicken, is a close second. The batter is so tasty and sweet on the outside and the chicken is so moist and tender on the inside. The combination of the two textures and flavors make me want to eat more. Even when I’m done, I crave it in the way that I crave Chinese food.”

June suspected that once Malcolm finished eating his food that he’d be thinking more about sex and about eating her than about eating chicken. With his belly full of chicken, she assumed his cock would be hungry for her. Discovering more about the man from just this brief repartee that revealed his preferences, if only for food, sex, and cars, seemingly, sex, food, and cars, not necessarily in that order, were his deliciously decadent pleasures and unified in his mind.

She could tell by the size of the big bulge in his pants that he was as horny as he was hungry. Kinky in a way, she was glad that he was unable to separate the two appetites. She imagined herself in bed and her naked body covered with fried chicken. She imagined him eating his food while devouring her body.

Instead of eating there in a public parking lot with other people sitting in their cars enjoying their takeout food, he drove to a secluded spot he knew. At that point, with no motels and hotels in sight, she figured they’d be having sex in the car. Kinky. She hasn’t had sex in a car since Drive-in movie night with her husband so very many years ago. Once parked at the private place, Malcolm invited June to join him in the backseat.

“Why don’t we get Kumköy escort bayan more comfortable back here. With the seat all the way up, I can stretch out my legs,” he said unbuckling belt and unbuttoning his pants to get more comfortable.

She had assumed correctly and figured with him unbuckling his pants that this was it and that they were about to have sex in the backseat. Maybe his thing was to combine his loves, fast, powerful, luxury cars, fried chicken, and sex with a call girl. Suspecting his car was his sexual phallic symbol, as if he needed to have one, she figured his car was more than a sex symbol for him but a rolling motel bed. Only, now, she wished he had a roomy RV than a cramped Chrysler.

Maybe she’d have more room if he stuck his long legs out the passenger side window while she leaned over him and sucked his cock but that would be a strange sight to see. Maybe he could stand outside the car, while she sat inside the car and blew him. Nonetheless, she was ready to give him pleasure and to satisfy his every sexual need, whatever it may be. She wanted to keep him as a client and that meant sexually satisfying him for him to return.

Not since her husband, John, had his way with her at the Drive-in movie so long ago, before children, mortgage payments, unemployment, and drunkenness, had she contemplated having sex in the backseat of a car. Back then, he had an old beat up, ’70 Mach 1 Mustang that had a backseat more cramped than the front seat and she swore never again. At least the Chrysler had a lot more room than the Mustang but with Malcolm’s big body taking up most of the interior, the not enough space inside was just as tight. Wondering how on Earth he could be comfortable enough to have sex, she remembered she had a leg cramp that wouldn’t subside for fifteen minutes. Her leg was sore for hours.

Having sex in the car was for young couples who had nowhere else to go. Now, even though he had options and could afford a motel or hotel room, the thought of having sex in the car sexually excited her. Again, she felt dangerously wicked having sex in public. She felt sexy. She felt wanted. She was aroused and she was eager to please him.

“Without the steering wheel and the console in the way, there’s more room to spread out in back,” he said. She sensed his nervousness. That was cute that she made such a big man nervous. “See?” He reached around the seat to push the power seat button that moved the seat. “Especially with the front seats moved all the way forward, there’s more legroom and I like having lots of legroom,” he said stretching out his long legs.

“That fried chicken was good, Malcolm, nearly as good as my fried chicken,” she said wiping the last bit of grease from her lips and fingers.

“Oh, yeah?” He looked at her and smiled. “Then, you’ll have to invite me over to dinner some time and make me some.”

“I’d love to do have you over some time, so long as you don’t mind eating with three kids.”

“I love kids.”

“Do you have any kids, Malcolm?”

“No. Lucille had a few miscarriages. She has a lot of health problems because of her weight, the usual things, high blood pressure and diabetes. I told her that she’s going to die unless she slims down some.” He rubbed his big stomach. “Me? I’m lucky. Because I get plenty of exercise riding my bike and pumping my iron, my metabolism works overtime. I’m as healthy as a horse.”

“I’m sorry to hear Lucille’s not able to have children. You’d make a good father.”

“I would. I wish I had a son or two, even a daughter would be nice. I donate my time and money to some of the youth groups in the neighborhood. We have a football and a basketball team that I coach. Too many kids don’t have a father figure to look up to and many of their mothers are children themselves. They look up to me and even though I find that rewarding, I’m pressured to show them the right example.”

“You’re a good man, Malcolm,” said June while wondering when he was going to kiss and touch her or if he wanted her to kiss and touch him first.

“Even though many of their single moms literally throw themselves at me, I can’t imagine their disappointment in me if they knew that I frequented prostitutes. Besides, different than having sex with a prostitute, I’d never cheat on Lucille with one of the women from my neighborhood. She be devastated.”

He fell silent again while eating and June sense something was wrong.

“You’re so quiet. What’s wrong, Malcolm?”

“Oh, nothing,” he said falling quiet again while eating his chicken and longingly looking out his car window. “I was just thinking that if Lucille hadn’t been gangbanged maybe I’d be sitting here with her instead of with you.” He looked at her, as if he had just insulted her. “No offense.”

“None taken,” said June. “I understand. I feel the same way about my husband. He’s not the same man that I fell in love with and married. He’s someone else, someone different, and someone that I’ve grown to despise. I still can’t believe he fucked my mother. I still can’t believe Escort Kumköy my mother sucked his cock. Both of them deserve one another.”

“I guess we have that in common,” he said with sadness. “Just as you miss your the man that you married, I miss the woman that I married and the woman that I still love.” As if he was remembering the good times, he stopped talking, no doubt, when he started recalling the bad times. “We used to have so much fun walking while talking. Talking about everything and laughing over nothing, she gave me memories that I’ll never forget.”

“There’s help out there for her, Malcolm, especially for someone with your money,” said June looking at him with understanding. She paused while wondering if she knew him well enough to ask the next question. “How big is she?”

“She’s big. Like me, she’s always been a big, boned woman, 6′ tall with double D breasts but not as big as she is now. With her being so depressed, I don’t remember the last time she laughed. I wish I could get her to see someone and talk to someone but, content to eat herself to death, she won’t go.”

“I’m sorry, Malcolm,” said June.

She remembered Larry telling her about guys like Malcolm, content to just sit and talk instead of wanting to have sex. Yet, she never pegged him for one of those men. She figured he was a wild, sexual animal and not much of a talker. Nonetheless, being that she was being paid for her time, as if he was her patient and she was his therapist, she’d listen to whatever he had to say.

“I’m full, Malcolm. Here,” she said pushing the tray of chicken towards him. “You eat the rest.” Having an ulterior motive, she was hoping that if she seduced his appetite with food, he’d be hungry for sex.

“Fried chicken is my favorite,” he said reaching for another piece. As if he was munching on a Chinese fortune cookie instead of a chicken drumstick, the chicken looked so ridiculously small in his big hand. “Most of my friends love barbeque or that sushi shit, but I could eat fried chicken every day, all day, and not get tired it. If ever I was on death row and asked what I wanted for my last meal, I’d tell them fried chicken,” he said with a laugh.

The food seemed to have a narcotic effect on him and instead of becoming horny, he grew silent while pondering his thoughts over another drumstick.

“Penny for your thoughts,” she said as she rubbed his massively muscular thigh.

“I was just wondering why I love fried chicken so much,” he said waving a clean drumstick bone in his hand. “I think my love for chicken stems from my childhood. I grew up poor and my parents had 5 children to feed. Probably because chicken was so cheap back then, the only time I got enough food was when my Momma made fried chicken.” He laughed. “She made three heaping plates of it. While my sister fought over vegetables after my Daddy had his fill, I’d be fighting my three brothers for the extra pieces of chicken.” He laughed again. “With my brothers nearly as big as me, there weren’t any leftovers at our house.”

“Wow, I can’t imagine your brothers as big as you.”

“You can say that I come from a big family literally and figuratively,” he said with a chuckle. “You won’t find any of us driving one of those little, foreign cars, that’s for sure.”

It was apparent from the conversation that they liked one another and, instead of becoming lovers, they were quickly becoming friends. As soon as June finished eating, she put down her soft drink, pulled out lipstick from her purse, and thickly reapplied her lips. She tried finding her open purse in the dark car to tuck away her lipstick, but missed.

“Shit, I dropped my lipstick somewhere between the seat cushion,” she said daintily sticking her manicured nails between the top and bottom cushion.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll find it for you later. These seats fold down; it’s probably in the trunk.”

She reached her finger over to Malcolm’s ear and started seductively playing with it, touching his ear lopes, circling his ear with her index finger, and sticking her finger inside his ear.

“So, tell me, Malcolm,” she said in her sexiest voice. Since you paid Larry twenty-five hundred dollars to be with me, what I can do for you?” She allowed her hand to fall on his oak sized thigh again and rested her fingertips on his crotch. “What do you want? What do you like?”

“I guess because I’m lonely and love to talk, I rather just talk,” he said looking at her as if sorry for confessing that he was lonely. “Imagine someone like me, who can have just about anyone, pining over his wife and being lonely.”

“I’m sorry, Malcolm. We can talk if that’s what you want and what will make you feel better,” she said removing her fingers from his ear and her hand from his thigh.

“Talking is what does it for me, baby,” he said looking at her with a big smile. He took her hand and put it on his crotch and rubbed her palm against the big bulge in his pants. “Some call it pillow talk, but more than pillow talk especially when continued out of the bedroom, in the kitchen, the living room, outside, and in the car, I call it arousing erotic conversation. Talking is what it’s all about. Dirty talk fills my mind with images that I can take away with me after the sex is over. Sexy talk filled with dirty words and actions is so cerebrally sexy.”

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Jess and Jon continue to understand each other better.

Thanks to LarryInSeattle for help with the editing.

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I roll off her, panting and start laughing. Jess scowls at me. “What’s so funny?” she demands.

“This. Us. I just lost my virginity – to my sister for Christ’s sakes.” The enormity of that statement washes over me and the laughter dies in my throat. I look at her and what a second ago seemed funny to me suddenly causes me to be overwhelmed with shame. I scramble to the far side of the bed and pull the comforter over my lap. I put my head in my hands and start to rock forward and backwards. Someone is moaning, “no, no, no” over and over and I realize it’s me.

“Oh, Jesus, Jess, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. Jesus.” I realize I’m crying.

Her hand touches my back and I jump out of bed.

“Jon,” I can’t answer her. I wrap the comforter around my waist and clutch it like a drowning man. “Jon, stop. Don’t ruin this. It was beautiful.” She slips an arm around my legs, rests her head against the back of them. “I’m sorry you’re upset. I get it; I do. Two days ago, if you’d have asked me what I thought about a brother and sister having sex, I would have gagged but not now. I’m sorry you’re upset but if it helps, you just gave me something wonderful, and with it, the understanding that what Alex and I have is not love.” She leaned out of bed and kissed the skin on my back, just above the comforter. “I was a virgin, too. I’ve fucked before but no one has ever made love to me; not until today, not until you, and I won’t feel bad about that.”

I stood there, running her words through my head, as she rolled out of bed on the other side. I’m still standing there when I hear the chime that signals someone has inserted a key card in the room lock. I have no idea if we put the chain on. I dive back into bed, frantically pulling at the sheet and comforter. I’m vaguely aware of Jess doing the same in the other bed.

“Last chance, you two,” our father’s irritatingly cheerful early morning voice calls out. “You still have time to get ready and join us…” His voice trails off.

I sit up in bed, grinding the heels of my palms in my eyes and faking a yawn, praying that he’ll mistake my red eyes for sleepiness and not tears. Jess plays it smarter, she pulls a pillow over her head. “Ugh, dad, what are you doing? It’s like three in the morning or something.”

“No, sweetie, it’s like nine in the morning.” He answers her but he’s staring at me.

I feel myself on the verge of a full-blown freak out. Do I have jizz on my chest or something? Fuck, does the room smell like sex? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I hide my panic behind another fake yawn. “No thanks, dad. Can I get a pass? I think you’re right; maybe I did get too much sun yesterday. I’m just gonna chill and read my book.”

He nods, glances at Jess. I follow his gaze. Her bare ass is showing. I squelch a moan of dismay before it escapes my mouth. He looks at me, then turns and leaves without saying a word. The door clicks. I fall back into the bed and allow the moan to escape.

“He knows,” I whisper to the ceiling.

“No, he doesn’t,” Jess whispers back but I hear the doubt in her voice.

“Your butt was hanging out from under the covers, your tee shirt is on the floor by my bed, and, just to seal the fucking deal, my boxers are on top of your shirt. Yeah, he knows. He may pretend he doesn’t but he knows. Jesus.”

“I don’t care,” Jess snaps, the old fire in her voice. She hops out of bed and stands facing me, looking unbelievably beautiful, her breasts heaving, checks flaming. “For the first time, I feel like someone really loves me, like a man does for a woman. I don’t fucking care if it’s you. I deserve it. I’m not a bitch. I deserved to be loved.”

With that, she started to cry. I lift the edge of the comforter up. “Come here, Jess.” She stumbles into the bed and huddles against my chest.

***

Outside the kid’s room, a very confused man leans against the wall, wondering what he should do. There’s one thing for sure he knows not to do, tell his wife, their mother. He squares his shoulders and walks back to his room and his wife and a road trip he no longer has the least bit of interest in.

***

“Oh, God, Jess, what if he tells mom? She already hates me.”

“Are you that dim? She doesn’t hate you, she hates me. To our mother, I represent everything she hates about herself. Her sole salvation is imaging I’m worse than she is.”

I roll up on one elbow to look at her. “You think that’s true?”

“Yes, I do.” Jess wipes at her eyes. “You think I’m such a bitch? Try hanging out with our mother for a while.”

I try to keep my mind on our conversation but the sight of her boobs is distracting. Worse, her wet cheeks and red eyes beg for comfort. I shake my head, trying to clear it.

“What if she’s not a bitch, not really. What if she’s simply afraid if she doesn’t act like a bitch, Manavgat Escort she’ll get hurt?” I consider whether to say anymore and then plunge ahead. “Isn’t that what you were doing?”

“Some. I was a bitch to you because you were so mean to me.”

“Jess, I was not,” I protest. “I don’t want to argue, not anymore, but my first memories are of you tormenting me. You were not an older sister enamored with the idea of a baby brother. I mean let’s be real, okay?”

“Why would I? Mom and dad spent all their time ‘oh’ing and ‘ah’ing over you and totally ignored me.”

“I’m sorry if that’s how you felt but Jess, think about it. How many times did dad take you, only you, to the zoo, to a movie, skating. He went out of his way to pay attention to you. Do you really not see that?”

“He took you places, too,” Jess protests but softly.

“Yeah, he did but don’t you think, trying to be honest as we can, he tried to balance it out?” I brush the hair off her forehead. “Maybe we both have had our heads up our asses for so long we can’t even see the truth any longer. Maybe it would be better if we started over?”

She chuckled, a lovely sound. “Uh, I think we already have, doofus.” She looks at me, eyes serious. “I don’t mean about what happened this morning. I mean the way you wiped away my tears last night. I finally believed you when you said you didn’t hate me.”

“But I did, Jess, right up until that moment when you were crying. I did. Whatever reasons there may or may not have been, that makes me an asshole.”

“Made, made you an asshole and, fine, made me a bitch, past tense. I agree, let’s start over. Deal?”

“Deal,” I agree. It’s too awkward for a handshake so I seal the deal with a kiss, just a little kiss, more of a peck on the lips really but either my lips don’t leave hers or her lips follow mine when they attempt to leave. In any case, her lips press firmly against mine. I can taste her still, on my lips, on her lips. When her tongue pushes into my mouth, I let it and reach for a breast. Her nipple is hard and hot against my palm. Jess puts her hand on my chest and pushes me onto my back but she never breaks our kiss. Her hand finds my cock. It’s already hard. It had started getting hard as soon as she climbed back into my bed, our bed.

She breaks the kiss, bites my chin. “I love your whiskers,” she whispers into my mouth. “Don’t shave.” I vow never to shave again. She kisses my Adam’s apple as her hand runs through the wisps of hair on my chest. There’s not much. She bites my nipple and I squeal. She giggles.

“You sound like a girl,” she teases, and nips at my chest again.

I don’t squeal this time, I moan. I want her so bad. I’m a sick piece of shit but I want to plunge my dick back into her pussy and fuck her. Jesus, help me. Her hand wraps around my cock and I whimper. Her hand feels cold around its hard heat.

“Poor baby brother, you’re so hard.” She squeezes. “So very hard.” She lays her head on my belly, facing my dick. I feel her hair brush it. I hear her sniff. “So hard and smelling like my cunt.” I moan and wiggle my hips. “Oh, you like that? You like when I squeeze your hard cock? Like when I smell it? Like when I talk about my cunt? My pussy? Huh?”

“Yes,” I pant. “Yes, Jessie, I like all of those things.”

“Um, good, Jon, cause I like them to. I like them a lot.” Her tongue slides up the length of my dick. “Um, I taste good, don’t I, or is that you I taste?”

“No, you,” I whisper. “Your pussy tastes like heaven. Let me eat your pussy again, please.”

“I like that, the way you ask. That asshole Alex was always telling, demanding. And, speaking of Alex, I’ve been letting him fuck me for almost three years. Not once did I ever cum, ever, unless I did it myself. Every time we fucked, I sucked his miserable cock and he never, ever, went down on me.” She lets go of my dick and whirls around in the bed, grabbing my face with both hands. “Jon, I’m sorry I was mean to you all those years. I thought you hated me. I’m sorry. I was a kid, you were a kid. Don’t hate me. I don’t want to be, or mean to be, a bitch, not to you.”

Her eyes are wet. She can’t have been the bitch I imagined most of my life. No one can change this much overnight.

“I’m sorry, too. You’re not a bitch. I’m sorry for every time I said that word to you. I want to kiss you now, on your pussy, your clit, once for every time I said it. I don’t mind asking, I don’t mind begging, Jess, please let me eat your pussy. Please.”

Her hands tighten on my face. She kisses me, hard enough to mash my lips against my teeth, then she’s turning and one leg passes above my face. She’s straddling my head and her lush, wet, pink, utterly divine cunt hovers just above me. She reaches between her legs, spreads her lips, opening herself to my waiting mouth and tongue. I put my hands on her hips and urge her lower.

She presses against my mouth and my tongue dives into her. She Manavgat escort bayan moans and sits on my face. I can barely breathe, my nose is pressed against her asshole. That doesn’t gross me out, not like I would have imagined. Instead, all I can think of is licking her, all of her, her pussy, her cunt, her asshole. I press and wiggle my face against her. My cheeks are already slick.

How much is her pussy juice, I wonder. Surely, most of it. My jizz would have leaked out during the night. My sperm isn’t in her cunt; it’s on the sheets, under my ass. Maybe I’ll fuck her from behind while she sucks my cum out of the sheets, balling the sheets up with her fists, shoving the wad into her mouth and sucking, sucking at my cum. Or maybe she’ll make me do it. She’ll pull the sheet off the bed, ram the wet spot in my mouth, sitting astride me, riding my cock and threaten to never let me fuck her again, unless I suck my own cum out of the sheets. I got the sheets dirty, dirty with my sick piece of shit cum juice, suck ’em clean baby brother, she’ll demand, and I’ll do it, do anything for her, she’s not a bitch, she’s a goddess, I’ve insulted her, I owe her, I love her, she owns me.

Don’t be a fucking pussy, asshole. You own her. Feel the way she’s grinding her cunt on your face. She loves it! Loves your mouth, your tongue, your fucking cock – the cock that pounds her, makes her flesh echo and shimmer, tits swaying, panting, lip chewing fucked with your rock-hard meat stick. Fuck her, fuck her with your fucking face, suck her cunt into your mouth and part her lips with your tongue, fuck her, fuck her, eat her, fuck, eat.

No, stupid. I don’t own her. She doesn’t own me. We own each other.

Oh, fuck, that’s her mouth, on my fucking dick, she’s sucking my dick, I’m all the way inside her, my cock is all the way inside her mouth, no, no, don’t leave, no, suck my dick, careful, don’t pull too hard, what are you doing, that’s my foreskin, its gross, no one else in gym has a ugly dick like mine, oh jesus jess don’t put your tongue under it, dirty, amazing, don’t do, don’t stop, I’m sorry I don’t mean to fuck your mouth like this but I can’t hold still I have to move have to shove my cock deeper and deeper sorry if I’m sucking too hard but your cunt so wet oh fucking hell yes slide your cunt back and forth over my tongue clit flick slide swallow fuck you mouth fuck you eat you love

I explode in her mouth and cry out. I turn my head and bit her leg to keep from screaming. Her pussy is sliding all over the side of my face. I feel her pussy juice run into my ear. Her body stiffens. Something wet sprays my face and chest. Did she pee on me? I don’t care. It’s hot on my skin and part of her. I try not to bite too hard. I don’t mean to hurt her but I must cling to something or I swear to God the pleasure arcing through my body will fling me into space.

I slowly regain control of my body. Jess collapses to my side, whimpering softly. I untangle myself from her legs and kneel beside her. I kiss her but she barely responds. Is she mad at me? I kiss her again. Kiss her breasts. I’ve barely played with her beautiful boobs. Her nipples beg for my mouth. I oblige. She moans, lower in her throat. I roll her onto her back. I’ve cum but my brain is still in flames. I spread her legs and stare at her cunt.

It’s shiny and red, her thighs are slick. I wipe the side of my face and lick my hand. It doesn’t taste like pee, it tastes like her pussy. I kiss her clit.

“Oh, no, no, Jon, too sensitive, stop,” she calls, pushing me away with one hand on my head. I groan inside; I still thirst for her. Oh, shit. I see a purple spot forming on the inside of her leg. You, asshole, I scream to myself. Look what you did, you bit her, it’s not a fucking hickey, you bit her, bruised her, hurt her, asshole, jerk, dick.

I move back to her head. I cup her face as she had mine. “Jess, I’m sorry if I hurt you. You make me crazy. I don’t know what to do. I know you’re sore and my dick is still soft but I want to fuck you again, fuck you forever.”

“Hush, Jon. You’ve got a brain full of endorphins. I should know; so, do I. I want you to fuck me again but not right now. Jesus, that was fucking unbelievable. I came so hard I thought I was dying. You didn’t hurt me.” She smiles at me. “I could taste my pussy on your dick.” Her smile widens. “It wasn’t gross. I liked it. Could you taste yourself, in my pussy?”

“No, I don’t think so.” I hesitate. “I imagined you making me suck on the sheet, suck my cum out of the sheet where it had leaked out of you. Fucking gross, huh?”

“No, fucking hot. You’d do that for me? That’s fucking hot. I can still taste you in my mouth. Kiss me, put your tongue inside my mouth, you can taste yourself.” She ruffles my hair. “That’s not an order. If you want to, fine. If not, fine.”

My kiss is my answer. I scour her mouth with my tongue. I’m starving and I can fill my mind or my body. We kiss so long Escort Manavgat my dick starts to get hard. She feels it against her leg.

“Jesus, Jon,” she giggles.

I don’t know how to deal with what my body is feeling. I start to kiss her boobs, suck on the nipples, tugging and nipping and licking, doing all the things that ran through my mind when I looked at them earlier. My dick gets harder. Her arm forces its way between us. She’s fingering her pussy while I suck at her breasts. I straighten up and walk on my knees to her shoulder. I rub the head of my dick over her nipple while I watch her fingers fly over her clit.

“I’m going to cum on your boob, Jess. I’m going to jerk my dick and cum on your boob while you finger your cunt.”

She moans.

“Do you want me to cum on your boob? Shoot my load on your hot little nipple?”

“Yes.”

I jerk harder, anxious to cum, anxious to extinguish the fire in my brain.

My orgasm is no less intense than earlier, though at this point there’s not a lot of cum. It’s liquid and clear and runs rapidly down the side of her breast.

I lick it up. I lick my load off her breast and suck her cum-covered nipple into my mouth as her body begins to buck.

***

Gloria is still getting ready. I think about what I’d seen. Tell myself that it’s not possible. If I believe it myself, why then am I sliding the patio door open? I walk down the flagstone path to the adjoining patio. I know the drapes aren’t completely closed. I noticed that when I was in their room, before I saw Jon’s boxer’s lying on the floor, on top of Jess’s night shirt, saw her bare butt, and realized the once familiar smell I was trying to identify was the smell of two people who’ve been fucking. Jon? Jess? No!

I try not to creep. That would look suspicious to the early beach walkers. I walk onto their patio as if I belong there, which I do. I’m paying for it. I casually look past the edge of the partially opened blinds. My heart stops.

Jon’s back is to me. Jess, my daughter, is on her back. Jon blocks her view of the patio door. He’s jerking off, kneeling beside her. I can’t see anything except his bare ass and motion of his arm but it’s not hard to figure out what he’s doing. I see his ass tighten. I nearly fall over when he bends and begins to lick at his sister’s breast.

If she looks over, she’ll see.

I watch longer than I should, longer than would be normal. I hate the fact my dick is getting hard. I hurry away, back to my room, back to a wife I haven’t touched in months and who I think I should leave.

Gloria is standing in front of a mirror, fussing with her hair. She doesn’t look up when I slide the patio door closed.

“Where’ve you been? You were all insistent that we leave right at 9:30, and yet I’m the one that’s ready and you’re not,” she sniffs at her own reflection. I forgo pointing out she’s still wrapped in a towel and that it’ll be at least another half-an-hour before she’s ready. I simply don’t care at this point.

“I was watching the ocean.”

“Well, that’s why we’re at the beach isn’t it? To watch the ocean? But, no, we have to run off to look at a bunch of falling down rocks, instead.”

“We don’t have to go,” I tell her. “We can stay here if you want.”

“What and miss out on a chance to be lectured by you about the Maya? Or listen to you debate the tour guide over something trivial? No way.”

“Is that what you think I’ll do?”

“Yes,” she harrumphs. “Why should today be any different?”

“I’m sorry you feel that way. Truly. I don’t want you to come with me. Stay here. I’ll go by myself, or maybe I’ll just go exploring. Stay here.”

“And deal with two mopey kids, whining about sharing a room and what to get for lunch? I don’t think so, buster. I’m coming with you.”

“No. I don’t want you to. I want a divorce.”

I walk past her and leave the room before she can speak.

***

I can’t breathe. I try to make my voice work but I can’t make any sounds, not that I have any idea what words to say. Mark leaves before I can make my mind work. I sit down on the bed. I always known this day would come. I’ve never been smart enough for him. I’ve never been pretty enough for him.

I let the towel fall away, stare at my fake breasts. I hate them. I can’t feel anything anymore. The surgeon swore that the way they do the surgery now spares the nerves so my skin, my nipples, would have normal sensation. That was a lie or he fucked something up. I hate them. Mark hates them. He told me he loved my breasts, my real breasts, told me not to have the surgery, not to be silly, but I saw the way he looked at all those fucking bitches at that fucking country club. I saw the way they snickered at my breasts, my accent. I could hear their thoughts, poor Mark, married to that drab stupid hick from Nebraska. I fucking hate them. Fuck them. Mark has more money than most of them and I fucking make sure they know it. I hate that fucking club, waste of money. No one in the family golfs. The food is good but who can eat while those catty sluts are snickering at you? I knew he’d leave me. I’ve told myself that for years, told myself it wouldn’t matter, I’d have plenty of money. I’d be fine.

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“I think Jinmin’s a size-queen,” Jane said. “Who’s the biggest dick in our stable?” Koh looked at her, puzzled. Jesus Christ, she thought to herself, Herman would know the answer right away. This was going to be a challenge. Koh had been following her around for two whole days, looking forlorn, unsure of his place. Jane was too busy to train, whereas with Marlow it was all-training all the time.

Jane had a lot on her plate. The new, improved Soapland was supposed to be a five women collaboration, but Marlow was in Tokyo, Jenn was spending way too much time rehearsing her big scene with Marty Montana – more on that later; Connie had gone back to Brad, her husband, and was making up for lost time, limiting her input, and Arlene had her hands full, still singing the houseboy blues. Herman was a fucking load to deal with, but so too was Arlene. She blew hot and cold. One minute it would be the lash, and the next it would be the pussy. A houseboy could never be sure of their footing. In a way, they deserved each other. No sooner had he arrived at her place than she ordered him to strip.

“Hey,” he cried, but it was too late. Arlene had taken his clothes and thrown them in the trash.

“I got some panties you can wear, if you’re hard up. And if you want to go outside you can wear one of my dresses. In fact, I’m going out later tonight, and you’re driving.” She smiled. “I got a lime-green mini that’s just perfect for you.”

“Great,” he replied, sarcastically. Then came the rape.

Arlene grabbed his shoulders, threw him on the bed, and then threw herself at him. For the next two hours he had but one task, which was to please his new boss. It was cold and clinical. Whenever Herman spoke she’d say ‘shut up and lick’ or ‘shut up and fuck’. Herman really had no cause for complaint; orgasms were what he lived for.

But the fun and games came with a price. Arlene had a ton of dirty laundry that needed attending to, and her voluminous collection of panties all needed to be washed by hand. She wasn’t afraid to paddle his butt either, as she had already done after he squirted his cum on the bed sheets – now he had something else to wash in addition to her delicates. She also kept a penis clamp in open sight, to serve as a warning, but it was also true that there were plenty of tender moments, such as when she’d have him lie across her lap and gently stroke his penis as he gurgled pleasantries. So for Herman it was mixed signals.

Jane had to work on the upcoming Soapland episode without any help, plus she had had two video projects she was trying to put together. One was an idea she had been wrestling with for weeks; it would involve every Donkey dick on the payroll – lots of men, as she put it, and it was going to be an epic, but epics take time and energy. She also had to figure out what to do with Jinmin, her ‘diamond in the rough’. Jinmin’s coming out party would be as a Maniac, but Jane was also exploring the idea of making a series of loops, some random, unconnected scenes, because in addition to all of Jane’s woes, the distribution side of the business was screaming for content, and the production side needed to get their ass in gear. Donkey needed to deliver new product, and there wasn’t time to put together a coherent script.

You only have one chance to make a good first impression – what if Jinmin was featured in four or five scenes, say twenty minutes in length, each with a different theme and cast? Sounds great, but might it dampen her Maniac debut? Jinmin was an atypical Donkey girl, but she was still strangely erotic. She had an appeal that was hard to put a finger on, but there was clearly something there. Donkey needed to change in order to remain the same, and who better than a new face, new style, new attitude? Herman picked up on it almost instantly, and Jane got on board pretty quickly too, right around the time that the young Korean girl had her hand was wrapped around Tony’s salami.

And on top of all that, Jane had a new houseboy to deal with. Whereas Herman could spend hours in his bedroom and perv, Koh followed her around. Without his morning masturbation ritual he was lost. A serious case of wood had been left unrequited, because he wasn’t sure if Jane would approve of unsupervised wanking. No matter how aroused he got, no matter how prominent his boner, Jane barely noticed, so he thought, but he was wrong. Jane did notice, and her mind already working overtime. What better way to reduce the awkwardness than to be a notch on Koh’s belt? What better time to fuck him than when Herman was away? I could use a break, she said to herself, and decided that the time was right for Koh’s continuing sexual education. But first things first…

They sat together on the couch and watched some scenes from early Donkey videos, ones that featured Jane as a performer. If this doesn’t get in in the mood, she reckoned, nothing will. Every now and again Koh’s attention would be diverted from the screen to the lioness sitting next to him, to make sure that they were one and the same. Belek escort How was it possible that he was sitting next to such a magnificent porn queen? At her urging he allowed his hand to make contact with her exposed thigh; Jane had already figured out that thighs were Koh’s be-all, end-all, much like Herman and panties. Her hand was busy also, slowly creeping towards his genital region until it rested next to the dancing, twitching, member that really didn’t need more stimulation beyond that which was being provided on the big-screen monitor. Oh yeah, he’s ready, she observed – time for phase two.

Jane felt the tingle. Her pussy tingled all over. Marlow must have given him a lesson in cunt licking that included vagina caressing and inner thigh tickling. It wasn’t just Marlow though. His English teacher had also added sex education to his curriculum. He had grown in confidence, and a man confident in his ability to please a woman has a better chance of doing just that. No longer a little boy lost, he was a man who knew his way around a pussy. Considering his morning masturbation tasks, fucking his instructor – she liked him to finish in the missionary position – and whatever mischief he and Herman could come up with, Koh wasn’t hurting for ejaculations. Staying with Jane was almost like a respite, until now.

“How do like it,” she asked? “What’s your favorite way to do it?” He wanted to try doggy-style, which made her chuckle, thinking that he might want a primer for some unfinished homo business with Herman. “Sure, go ahead,” she said, “knock yourself out,” as she turned over to assume the position.

A couple of quick pulls on his meat, and Koh was ready to rock. Jane’s moist, pink pussy was open for business, and his cock slid into her netherworld with ease. The slapping noise made when his torso smacked into her backside played like a symphony. His dick felt as if it were being dipped into warm chocolate, or hot, buttered velvet, as it had been previously described. Sure, he loved to masturbate, and sure, he loved blowjobs, hand jobs, tit-jobs, and every other job known to man, but nothing could compare to the burning, sticky, slippery feeling of a cock sliding in and out of a juicy, dripping cunt.

Jane’s expectations had been low, but effort can sometimes be more rewarding than technique. She had been planning to use the downtime to develop a scene in her head, but got lost instead in the act of fucking. Koh was now expert enough to warrant her full attention, which was probably the highest compliment she could pay. She wiggled and groaned and did all appropriate things in order he feel studly. “Is that cum you’re squirting on my butt,” she asked? It was…

Koh smiled the smile of an eighteen-teal-old man who just had intercourse with a third woman. Ironically, he continued to follow Jane around, albeit with a bounce in his step and a dopey grin on his face. “I gotta work,” she said, “if you want to watch, get down on your knees.” Had Herman been peeping he would have seen Koh being used as a human coffee table, for Jane was sitting on the couch with her legs resting on his back. She had on a kimono of exquisite silk that Hideki had bought for her, and if Koh were disposed to turn his head sideways he might have been able to see her just-trimmed, amber bush. But he wasn’t. How long Koh could hold the position was yet to be known, but Jane figured that he’d eventually tire of her, and she made a mental note to text Herman for his computer passcode. If Koh had access to Herman’s porn collection she’d likely be rid of him. She would have let him continue to watch Donkey videos in the living room were it not for the semen stains; the dreaded semen stains, which were best left for Herman’s bedroom.

****

On the elevator ride to their hotel suite Marlow and William looked at each other with open and obvious lust. It had been a long flight. For sixteen hours he admired the curves accentuated by her skintight dress. For sixteen hours her scent tempted him. For sixteen hours he repeatedly shifted the junk in his crotch to create space for his arousal. Sixteen hours is a long time without an orgasm, and he knew exactly what he was going to do once he got to his hotel room.

I’m in Japan, thought Marlow, why not let loose? She had a lot of pent-up energy, and William had a bulls-eye on his back. It started with that now legendary self-suck; something she’d never get out of her mind. That alone would have endeared William to her forever, but she discovered her sexual Nirvana the day he mounted her from behind and stuck his pole in places that had never ever felt the probe of a stiff cock. Her plan was to get kinky and crazy before returning to Los Angeles, and Tony’s one-dimensional fucking. William knew how to please a woman; her satisfaction became his, and for the next two weeks she’d have major league sex. That wasn’t too much to ask for, was it? The deal was not yet signed and sealed however, although each sort of expected that they’d end up fucking like bunnies.

Glamorous Belek escort bayan women are like bodybuilders in that they crave admirers, and to be so hot that posing in underwear alone could warrant big bucks was pleasing to her ego. “You wouldn’t believe what they’re paying me,” she said, “and I don’t have to strip all the way.” If anything could reinforce her belief in her sex appeal that would be it. It was hard for her not to feel beautiful and sexy in Tokyo. The men there were far less subtle and shy when it came to admiring a woman, although their idea of admiration was to cop a feel of butt or boobs by bumping into them via a make-believe stumble. In ordinary circumstances she would have found that gross, but not when she was feeling the way that she was.

Japan had perverts – little Hermans, she called them – though much younger; fourteen or fifteen, she guessed, and they liked to run past women who were wearing skirts and lift up the hems to expose their panties. Working in packs, one of them usually had a phone at the ready to record the event, and the unfortunate women would soon find themselves on the Internet. Despite the spotty quality, these types of guerilla videos were very popular. Having heard about it, and having seen it at the airport, Marlow’s only gripe was that it hadn’t happened to her; that’s how horny she was feeling. It would have been great publicity too, as several photojournalists were there to document her arrival. Had she been traveling with a publicist or a manager, instead of a donkey-dicked stud and a donkey-dicked houseboy, the young perverts would likely have been paid money to pull their maniac routine on her.

“I want you to fuck me hard,” she whispered in William’s ear, as they rode the hotel elevator. “I’ll do anything you want.” Submissiveness was not in Marlow’s nature, but at the moment it was providing a perverse, erotic thrill. Unfortunately there was a third wheel in the room, who despite packing a tree trunk in his pants, could not compete with the muscular black Adonis. Marlow regretted not bringing Koh; he was born to be a third wheel, unlike Jim, who was rebellious and free-spirited.

The suite was the largest in the hotel, big enough to accommodate the three of them, although perhaps not big enough. Marlow took the master bedroom William took the second, and Jim, poor Jim, had to settle for the pullout sofa. But he was living large, so he didn’t mind. For his brief appearances on the show he would be paid handsomely, and unlike the other two, he really needed the money. However, Jim wasn’t Koh, and he might not be content beating his meat while William and Marlow fucked, so there was still a lot to be decided. Again, if she had a manager or a publicist, she could fire the flunky that arranged for the three of them to share the same suite.

Marlow went into her room and started to remove her dress, the hem of which, sadly, never felt the touch of a maniac’s hand. What am I doing, she thought? I got a houseboy. She called out for Jim to come in and unzip her, and she stepped out her tight garment in his presence, wearing nothing but an undersized black bra and a skimpy, purple-colored thong. She smiled at Jim demurely as if to say, ‘you got your thrill, now leave’, and he got the message. She went into the bathroom, washed her face, bushed her teeth, and stepped out in the suite’s living room. If Jim was going to serve as her houseboy he better get used to seeing her in various stages of undress. To say that this didn’t titillate Marlow would be an error. Teasing was her favorite pastime. She wondered whether to have him unpack her things and get him used to handling her undies.

Jim knew his role, and he was a naked houseboy when Marlow next saw him. “Jimmy,” she cried out, “naughty boy. Am I going to have to put a clamp on you?” But it was false bravado – Marlow hadn’t even brought one. Jim smiled proudly, as he always did whenever his tree reached redwood status. It was an impressive bone, she had to admit, but her mind was elsewhere. She was torn between training a houseboy and banging a studly Adonis. Koh wouldn’t have required training, and she could have focused her attention on the latter. She could hear the water running in William’s bathroom, and she wanted to go in there and surprise him and bang him right there in the shower, but mistresses can’t take time off, and Jim had to be dealt with.

“Arlene said you were gay…apparently not. What is that?” Marlow was surprised, to say the least, at how big and thick his penis was. Was an unwarranted boner considered insolence? She didn’t know, but she found it threatening. Had it been Koh’s boner she wouldn’t have minded. Jim wasn’t talkative; he let his junk talk for him, and right now it was saying that erections were not going to be a problem. No wonder Arlene put up with so much grief in order to keep him under her thumb. His cock was worth the effort. “I see why she calls you the redwood tree.” Jim put his hand on his tree trunk and whipped it around Escort Belek in a circular motion. Marlow cleared her throat. “You can’t go walking around with a hard-on. Why don’t you play with it? I’ll watch.” and she sat down on the couch. It worked for Koh, so why not Jim?

No sooner had the houseboy obeyed her command to whack when Marlow’s thoughts returned to the bathroom shower. Jim bored her when backdoor Billy was in the house. William’s bedroom door was open; was it deliberate? She decided it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Besides, Jim was only a rental. No long-term training was necessary. “Keep jerking,” she said. “I’ll be right back,” and she headed towards the sound of running water. It was a good thing she arrived when she did, because in a few minutes there would have been a sperm shower. Marlow stopped dead in her tracks. The sight of William masturbating was a sight to behold. His penis didn’t have a big hook to it, like Tony’s, and it would never be compared to a tree trunk, but it was still massive, still a work-of-art, and his tiny, little orb of a cock-head was to die for.

If William was surprised to find Marlow in his bathroom he didn’t show it. A player like him would probably have been more surprised if she didn’t show herself. “Room for one more,” she asked? William stepped back to make space for her. Marlow rubbed her hands along his buffed, yet svelte, chest, but rather quickly lowered them to his waist, which was but a brief stopover on their way even lower. She cupped his balls playfully. “I’m a good judge of male anatomy,” she said, “and you’re as good as it gets.”

“Better than Tony?”

“Tony who?” That was all William needed to hear.

Whatever plans Marlow may have had, they were quickly forgotten. She was overwhelmed by the penis, the trophy penis that had mesmerized so many before her, so without thinking, her instincts took over, and she got on her knees and sucked and slurped and stuffed his pulsating penis inside her mouth as far as she could get it. It would be her first deep-throat attempt. Marlow licked it, kissed it, squeezed it, slapped it, and yanked it – all as a prelude to gobbling it up like a piece of candy. Nor would Marlow be content with a facial; she was going to swallow. Could she get any more submissive?

The trophy dick was a mouth-filler, and it was all she could do to avoid choking. It had expanded, and saliva was dripping from her mouth. Penis don’t lie, so she knew he was enjoying it, but he wasn’t as attentive as she thought he should be. She looked up at him. “Anything wrong,” she asked? William’s gaze was directed towards the door, Marlow followed his line of sight, and damned if Redwood Jim wasn’t standing in the doorway, smirking, still whipping his dick around in a circular motion. By the looks of it, he hadn’t followed through on his masturbation, for his cock looked hungry for action – too hungry for her taste.

“You were supposed to jerk, did you?” Marlow wished she could have said it more sternly, because a houseboy disobeying a command is a serious matter if left unchecked. But looking at the bigger picture, she decided that William’s blowjob was more important than Jim’s insubordination, so she returned to her cock sucking. Redwood boy was but a temp, and William…well, it was anybody’s guess.

One must not forget though that William was bisexual, and long before being discovered by Donkey Productions he had been a big-time player in the gay porn industry. Marlow probably should have known that a penis likened to a redwood tree would be difficult for him to ignore, and it was. Backdoor Billy should be looking at me, not him, she thought, wondering how William would react if she dealt out a harsh punishment to Jim for the sole reason of stealing her thunder. But jealously is never pretty, and it wasn’t Jim’s fault that his cock was attractive, nor that William was attracted to it. But a houseboy’s role was to serve his mistress, not steal her boy-toy. Didn’t Jim get the memo, or was he so glad at having escaped Arlene’s paddle that he was drunk on freedom?

William braced himself against the wall. Marlow was using her hand to play with his balls even as his twelve-inch dong was buried deep inside her mouth. Her nails ticked his scrotum, which was beginning to send him over the edge. “Oh shit…yeah…Jesus,” he panted. “You’re making me cum.”

Marlow stayed true to her word and flinched not, even as her mouth got overrun with creamy goo, some of which drooled out and rolled down her chin. The rest she swallowed; it tasted salty.

Two orgasms: a blowjob and a jackoff. Semen swallowed hungrily into a receptive mouth, and semen splashing harmlessly to the ground. Marlow wasn’t aware at first, having concentrated on William’s ejaculation, but once she realized that Jim had wanked, it perturbed her. He needed to be punished, but only after the backdoor man had sated her. She didn’t know how many orgasms William had in him; she had heard that he needed rest after his second, so there was no time to waste. She wanted backdoor, and she wanted it bad. However long it took to drain William, then and only then would she deal with Jim. Surely she’d have William’s support; if not, it meant that she was losing her touch, and she was pretty sure that she was not.

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Note: I should mention this is a six part series and I have all ready written all parts. I simply wait for one story to be accepted before posting the next. Of course I always go over them again to get some errors out, but time doesn’t allow me to be perfect, nor does my skill.

So just enjoy.

*

We went back to sleep, only to woken up a few hours later by dad moving around. Mum was already getting ready for another day mucking around.

I felt and probably looked like crap while Jenny looked her usual vibrant self. I swear her and mum could exist on no sleep and still look as energetic as they normally did.

Today mum planned for us to soak up the sun on the beach and relax properly. Today was the only full day we would be having here, tonight was our last night sleeping at the hotel.

Like mum I planned to get all I could in.

Gone was any hesitation of touching my sister. If she had of told me off or made it clear she didn’t like what was happening I would have stopped. Nothing turned me off faster than the thought of her being disgusted or scared.

But she hadn’t pushed me away or even said anything. So I was full steam ahead.

We were out the door and walking towards the beach before we could really wake up. Well me and dad anyway. I looked around, there was no one around. Every one was either sleeping or already at the beach.

My mum was wearing her swimming suit with a skirt, while Jenny was wearing a tight top and knee length shorts.

I moved forward and cupped Jenny’s arse, she flinched but allowed me to feel her up as we walked. I squeezed and cupped her supple arse through the thin material of her shorts. Enjoying the way her arse changed shape and firmness when she was walking.

I really wanted to fuck her. My desire for my sister had always been there, but nothing more than the occasional wank fantasy. Now I could hardly keep my hands off her.

I shifted my hand between her legs and slowly put pressure as she walked. I cupped her pussy through her shorts and lifted her up. She was forced to walk on tippy toes for a few steps.

I continued to lift her up, after a few lifts she wiggled her pussy more on my hand. I started to squeeze my hand and move my fingers around as I watched our parents just ahead.

I was feeling my sister up in public and I was as hard as I was when she was sitting on my face a few hours earlier. I needed that again.

I wondered if she felt the same way. Surely if she wanted me to stop she could have walked abreast with mum and dad. Instead she stayed back with me the lecherous brother I am.

We got close to the beach, so I let her walk normally and reached around to give her breasts a quick squeeze. She pushed her chest out into my hands. I reluctantly let go as we cleared the last buildings and people came into view.

We spent the morning alternating between the beach and sea. Both me and my sister weren’t great swimmers, so we mostly stayed in the shallows. Only going as deep as our chests.

I stood near Jenny on one foot, the other rubbing between her legs, she was smiling. It was hard to stay standing on one foot while the sea pushes you back and forth. Only the buoyancy of the water let me stand up and clumsily rub my sister’s pussy.

We were practically alone.

The surfers were further up in the more exposed and rough water, while the other bathers were closer to the groynes. The rock walls running off the beach into the water to stop the tide taking all the sand away. They made the sea calmer and allowed the bathers to relax in the warm sunshine.

So we had a little privacy, not as much as I wanted, but enough to play around.

“You dirty little bastard. I bet you want to stick your dick in and fill me up with you juice? Don’t you? I bet you are hard right now, thinking of your sister’s pussy.”

Jenny pushed my foot away and moved next to me.

“Keep looking that way.”

We were facing opposite directions with her body between me and our parents on the beach with the other people. She reached down, pulled my shorts down freeing my erection.

It felt weird to be naked underwater, the waves were making my cock wave back and forth.

She grabbed my cock and began furiously pumping away. She hadn’t handled much cock before, if any, so she had no technique. She just grabbed and pumped.

Her hand was soft and she seemed to know she wasn’t skilled, as she kept on changing her approach. Sometimes she squeezed my cock all over, rubbed the head or gave a bit of a twist.

I would show her how to do it properly later.

But the fact we were out in public and it was my sister was hot enough a stiff breeze could make me cum. My cock was so hard it was throbbing in time with my heartbeat, while my heart felt like it was just about to burst.

Within a minute I was shooting my load under water. Only if someone was close enough to hear Jenny dirty Alanya escort talking me while I groaned would know something was happening.

Jenny gave my dick one last squeeze and moved away from me, gracefully moving into a casual breast stroke. Giving me a great view of her tight arse frog kicking.

We ate lunch, some fish and chips at a nearby park while seagulls watched and waited for the odd chip thrown out. Dad was the one to feed them the most, he loved to watch them run across the ground awkwardly.

Our clothes dried quickly in the sun, though they still had that clingy feeling to them.

Next it was time to go shopping. Me and dad were out voted somehow, as the girls seemed to get two votes each. I wasn’t too bothered, I knew this was coming and probably the main reason mum had chosen this town.

“You guys go ahead. I need to go to the toilet.”

I watched Jenny run off towards the public toilets. I turned to dad, mum was already hurrying towards a factory outlet shop.

“I better go too, we won’t get much rest today. I’ll catch up later with Jenny.”

Dad nodded, he was looking pretty glum with an afternoon of trailing after mum as she went bargain shopping. I turned and ran after Jenny before my smile could break through.

I looked around, but once again the area was pretty deserted. Most people didn’t want to go to public toilets when they had cleaner options at their hotels or houses. I was having the best luck of my life. Though even if the area had of been packed I still would have gone through with my lust.

I slipped into the women’s and looked under the doors. I saw Jenny’s sneakers and shorts with cute panties inside bunched around her ankles, there was no one else in the other cubicles.

I knocked on the door.

“It’s occupied.”

“Please I need to piss and the others are all full.” I heard Jenny sigh, she knew it was going to be more than that. “Hurry I think someone is coming in here.”

There was no body coming and the likely hood of hearing them was low. My heart was beating so hard I could barely hear the sea just outside.

The door unlocked with a click, but the door stayed closed. I carefully opened it and poked my head inside.

My sister had draped one hand over her pussy, protecting it from sight and had her other hand up over her clothed breasts. As if I had just shoved in the door and caught her, but she made no move to pull her shorts up.

Her face was flushed, she knew something was going to happen.

I stepped inside, closed the door behind me and locked it. I pulled down my shorts till they were at my ankles and stepped inside her legs, so her feet were behind mine.

I tried to push my dick down, but I was rock hard. I shrugged at her as if I hadn’t expected this. She just watched me. Her hand gently squeezed her pussy, while her other groped her left breast through her shirt. It took all my self control not to start wanking off. I knew I wouldn’t last long whatever happened.

“I need to increase the angle so I piss in the bowl and not all over you.”

I kept my voice low, you never knew who could hear.

She made a disgusted face over that, so I leaned forward. Shuffling my feet till my shins hit the bowl. I half fell forward to brace my hands on the wall above her head.

She helpfully grabbed my dick and tried to point it down more. I shook my head, mostly because it wouldn’t work and just how casual she had become towards me. I guess after having me suck her pussy through her panties and a handjob, holding my dick wasn’t so strange.

“I need to be closer. Lift your legs up.”

She did and as her bunched shorts hit the back of my legs I spread my knees, crouched and scooted forward. She shuffled her arse and legs around till I was sitting on the toilet seat with her legs draped over mine.

My cock was pressed hard against her pussy which with the angle of her hips was just right. I looked up and grinned. She raised an eyebrow and pushed me back slightly.

“You can’t piss like that. Aim it down into the bowl and if I get so much of a speck on me, I will make you lick my arse clean. And no funny business.”

I nodded and tried not to feel too annoyed, I’d still be able to feel her arse and tits. I also wanted to kiss those juicy lips of hers. So far I had been the one to feel the most pleasure, she had made her self cum each time. Even when I was sucking on her panty clad pussy she had done most of the work, moving her body to make me touch the right spots.

I wanted to make her feel good. Not just because it increased the chances of this all lasting, though that was a main reason. Jenny was my sister and I loved her, so I wanted to make her feel good.

I shuffled back until I had room to point my dick down. A single glorious moment as I dragged the head of my dick down my sister’s pussy. I tilted my hips, so my dick wouldn’t snap off from her Alanya escort bayan weight and slid forward.

Then I realised what my sister had done. She had moved her hips, so now her pussy lips were split over my dick. I could feel her moist folds on the top of my dick.

I started to slide back and forth with my sister practically sitting on my dick. My hands were all over her arse.

She hooked her arms around my neck and pulled me closer.

“Not so bad huh?”

I responded by kissing her, sticking my tongue inside and swirling it around in a clumsy dance with her tongue. I sucked on her lips and tongue or just pashed as furiously as I could as I humped my dick on her pussy.

I hadn’t kissed a girl before and I wondered how badly I was performing.

She was getting into it, snapping her hips, so her clit continued to smash against my pistoning shaft. I shifted one of my hands off her arse to push her shirt out of the way. I massaged her left breast as I sucked on the other.

I couldn’t get over how much smoother her skin was compared to mine. My tongue and hands seemed to glide over her body. Just touching her got me so horny I needed to cum.

Jenny began to moan louder and louder. I hoped no one had come in since we started, or was within hearing of the toilets. Being in public must have been a real turn on for her. I knew it was for me.

She started to cum hard on my dick, clenching her muscles and pulling me hard onto her breasts. She wrapped both her arms and legs around me, holding me tight as she drenched my cock with her juices. I would have cum before her, but her handjob in the sea had given me some stamina. I wondered if she expected some thing like this.

I grunted and started thrusting as hard as I could. She had started me off.

“Ohhhh, come on my belly, don’t just waste it down there.”

That was enough for me. I quickly shoved my arse back, scraping it on the hard toilet seat. I dragged my wet cock head up Jenny’s pussy again. She humped closer to me as I cleared her pussy so my dick was pointing up between us again.

She started to hump into me as I came, squirting cum on to her stomach and one hard burst hit the underside of her breast. I was breathing heavily as my orgasm blasted on to her smooth and pale stomach. So smooth and sexy, I wanted to play with it later.

I sighed and melted into her, she moaned into my ear and continued to grind against my dick. I stood up before I got soft and let my girl cum covered cock slid against her body.

She pouted. I knew she wanted more.

“Clean it and I’ll clean you.”

She paused and looked at my cock in front of her face. She gripped my half soft member and gave it a few squeezes. I got hard again as she looked up at me, opened her mouth and started leaning forward.

Her hot breath made my cock twitch, she giggled and caught it with her teeth, softly gripping it. She growled up at me like a puppy with a chew toy. I nearly lost my control then.

She traded her teeth for her soft, soft lips and began to slide them up and down my cock head. She hadn’t done it before, or very much at least. What did I know?

“Suck on it and use your tongue.” She looked up at me annoyed. “You’ll tell me what to do when I eat your pussy.”

She looked down at my belly like she was trying to concentrate and began to swirl her tongue around the head of my cock as she squeezed her lips just below the head. I groaned and cupped the back of her head and started to slowly pull her head forward.

She opened her eyes wide, but didn’t try to stop me. I knew she’d be using my face pretty rough later.

I pulled her millimetre by millimetre deeper onto my cock, her tongue was swirling around the under side of my cock. I pulled her down till she gagged slightly. I was in heaven with half my cock in my sister’s warm moist mouth.

I let go of her head and she sucked back up to the head, my knees trembled and I nearly fell down. I expected her to stop and give me an earful, instead she sucked back down again, stopping a bit short of where she gagged.

She repeated a few times and made a funny face, she stopping sucking me and licked the tip of my cock.

“What’s this? Tastes different to your cum. Not bad, just different.”

“Pre-cum. Don’t worry you’ll be doing this enough to like the taste.”

“Just you wait until it is my turn. I’m going to sit on your face and cum all over your mouth.”

She started to stroke my cock and went back to sucking, within a minute I was about to blow. Not a massive blow after two orgasms in the hour.

I pulled her head back and left the head of my cock in her mouth, she seemed to know what was happening and sped up her hand job and sucked hard on my cock head.

Her hot mouth was a vacuum on my dick head, I was nearly in pain from the sensory over load of my dick head. My cum was practically being sucked Escort Alanya out of my balls.

I groaned and griped the sides of her head as I filled my sister’s mouth with my hot load. I pulled my cock out, she opened her mouth to show my cum coating her tongue.

She swallowed, grabbed my cock and sucked it as deep as she could to make sure it was clean. She smiled up at me with glint in her eye.

“Sit down on the seat.” It took a little working out before we go into position. I slumped until her pussy was mouth level. She turned around and pressed her arse into my face. “Clean this first.”

I licked her arse cheeks making her giggle before moving in to her crack. I licked up and down while playing with her pussy with my fingers.

There was a bit of sweat from today’s heat and the taste of the sea was still on her skin. I was loving her velvety skin.

I was just as inexperienced as she was, but I had absorbed enough porn and men’s magazine tips to know the theory. She was clean, but when I started to push my tongue against her anus I started to taste her properly. I liked the taste, after all when licking arse tasting was half the fun for the licker.

I tried to point my tongue and get it in deeper, I don’t know how well I faired but Jenny didn’t seem to mind. As I tongued her arse, one of my hands was constantly running over her smooth tight arse cheeks.

I moved my head back and sucked on her arse cheeks while I used a wet finger from her pussy to push into her arse. She jumped a bit, but once again let me have my way with her.

She seemed a little submissive at times, but not enough to let me fuck her. At least not yet.

I pushed my finger in fairly easily, she wasn’t clenching and my finger was slippery. I fingered her arse as I fingered her pussy.

After a minute she pulled my finger out of her arse and shoved her arse back on my face. I got the message and started tonguing her anus again. This time I was able to wiggle my tongue in a bit deeper.

She went wild and started mashing her arse back on me, while rubbing her clit furiously. I could feel her rubbing herself as I fingered her. I was having trouble breathing as her tight arse cheeks clenched against my face.

She came off me licking her arse and relaxed back onto my face, using me as a seat. She stood up and turned around.

“Now its time for you to clean me here.”

I grinned. My tongue was a little sore from my efforts to get deeper in her arse, but I wasn’t going to pass this up.

She stepped forward and raised her hips to place her pussy on my face, I slouched a little more and started to eat her out. I fingered her arse, adding my middle finger as my tongue, chin and nose mushed into her pussy.

I knew the theory, but I really didn’t have much chance to apply it. Jenny was gyrating her pussy on my face as I flailed with my tongue. She was using me like I had used her arse the last night.

Her wet folds were smushed all over my face leaving behind remnants of her previous orgasm and fresh juices. She tasted unbelievably good, I just focused on having my mouth open as possible and my tongue extended as far as it could go.

It didn’t take her long to cum, while I held on for dear life grabbing air as often as I could.

She stepped back off me breathing heavily and used toilet paper to wipe the juices off her legs and arse. I quickly followed suit, but my hair had become wet from her juices and a simple wipe wasn’t getting rid of the smell.

Not that I disliked it, but joining up with mum and dad while smelling of pussy wasn’t going to be easy to explain. I had a slight after taste in my mouth from her arse, but once again I liked it.

Jenny pulled up her shorts, giving a cute little wiggle as she pulled them up and turned to leave.

“Didn’t you need to go to the toilet?”

She smiled.

“I went in the sea. Now go into the gents, wash your face and I’ll wait outside.”

I nodded, cautiously left the ladies and ducked into the gents. Like the ladies it was deserted. I wondered if anyone had heard us. Not that it really mattered, we were hundreds of miles away from home no one knew us here.

I finished up and joined my sister as she went off to shop. I had told dad we would join up, but Jenny was happy shopping just with me. I wanted to fool around, but the factory outlet stores were packed, and they didn’t have changing areas. If you found something you liked, chances was it was the only one left and the wrong size.

I had all the clothes I needed and was the designated pack mule. The one perk to the packed shops was the multitude of hot chicks in close quarters. They didn’t brush up against me so much, but with each other and Jenny it was a different matter.

They lightly placed their hands on each other’s hips as they side stepped each other. Or chests would be mashed against one another in a tight squeeze. Or the opposite as arses rubbed against each other All accidental and completely non-sexual, but it got me so hard I was glad to hold bags in front of me.

I only had the night to look forward to. Our last night here and I was desperate to make sure our relationship continued past our holiday.

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This is a recollection of things that were, could have been, and dreamed of. The names of the fun-loving have been altered, as has the name of the Sorority. Any similarities to others is purely incidental.

*****

My sorority sisters and I hadn’t seen Lacy in several years. Three of us decided to mix business with pleasure, when two of us had to go to California on a company trip. Jane and myself both work for a wholesale distributor that has warehousing on both coasts. She and I were supposed to revamp the catalog system at San Francisco. We got a hold of Cynthia, who lived in Dallas, and invited her to join us for the first weekend. Connections made, all three of us got in to San Francisco late on Friday night..

I had talked to Lacy, and found out her hunk of a husband was playing in a band in nearby Oakland. Chris was 6’3″, weighed about 210, and had a “to die for” radio voice. That deep, resonant tone that just sent chills all the way down to my belly. I was getting wet just remembering the last time I heard him talking. Jane and Cyndy agreed that we must see Chris play, and hoped our `sister’ was there, too.

A knowledgeable taxi driver found the night club and deposited us at its front door. The marquis confirmed that the group was there, and the deafening roar as we opened the door cemented that thought. They were rocking the place! We found a table in one corner, and Jane went off in search of the `ladies’, while Cyndy and I looked for Lacy. We found her sitting front row (no surprise there) and dragged her back to our table.

We ordered drinks, Lacy got her Ginger ale (with umbrella) the rest of us had stiff Mai-Tais. Lacy was still the beautiful, small girl she was in school, about 5’4″, 135, and nicely shaped. Cyndy was the tallest, almost 5’9″, 115, small breasted, with long toned legs. Jane was 5’6″ 155, D-cup on top with wide, soft hips. I ran about the middle, 5’5″ 130, (a little soft) with firm C-cup breasts, a soft belly, and no butt.

Chris came over when he found we had `napped Lacy, and was spectacularly impressing in his band costume. I melted when he said hello in that deep bass voice, I almost creamed my panties when he kissed my cheek. He had a drink with us, then had to go back onstage. We continued drinking and catching up until closing. Our hotel was nearby, so we invited Lacy and Chris to join us for a night-cap.

The hotel was really nice, and paid for by my company. We had three rooms, a huge bathroom with two showers and a giant hot tub out on a secluded deck overlooking the water. Drinks continued to flow, as did passion. As sorority sisters, we had all shared love with each other at one time or another, and tonight was no exception. Jane and Cyndy wasted no time in stripping to their panties and settling in to the bubbling water of the hot tub. They called us over to join in, but Lacy and I were in heavy `girl-talk’ Kumköy escort mode. Chris, however, took them up on the offer, and shed all but his jockeys and slid in between the two girls. Jane was all over Cyndy, kissing and groping her tiny A- cup titties, leaning over Chris to do so. Being a red-blooded male, Chris couldn’t resist palming the sweet globes of Jane’s butt as the bobbed tantalizingly in front of his face.

His strong, talented fingers soon slipped under Jane’s panties to caress bare flesh. She giggled at the first touch, then slid the barrier garment off completely. Cyndy’s panties left the tub soon after. Much splashing, giggling and soft moaning brought the scene to our attention, so Lacy and I went to investigate.

What we saw was, Jane and Cyndy in a body lock, kissing hot and fingering each other while floating above Chris’ crotch. I don’t know if Lacy saw it when I did, but Chris’ jockeys were floating off in a corner of the tub. Well, I couldn’t pass up a chance like this, so I stripped naked and slid down into the frothy waters.

“C’mon, Lacy! Get in here with us, too!” Cyndy called out when she took a breath.

“You guys go ahead, I might come in a little while.” She answered.

“Michele, you sit right here!” Jane said to me softly as she spread her thighs apart.

I slid in between her open legs, my belly rubbing her swollen vulva. I also took the opportunity to suck on her stiff nipples, which made soft moans escape from her throat. I went for her sweet mouth, and we kissed hot. Just a soft and sweet as back in college, we traded tongue for quite a while. Cyndy took the opportunity to float over Chris, and settle down in his lap.

Her soft cries and rocking body left no doubt that Chris was buried inside her little kitty. His hands were around her waist, guiding her movements, their mouths were locked tightly together. Suddenly, her body quivered and stirred the water. Mewling sounds told us that she was cumming, followed by a deep grunt from Chris. He had joined her in release.

A panicked look covered his face when he remembered where he was, and who he was with. It eased when he saw the flash of the camera in his wife, Lacy’s, hands. She was grinning, and snapping pictures of us! The little voyeur! I tested the scene by moving over and pushing Cyndy over to Jane. My mouth found Chris’ cock, and I took it deep in my mouth. MMMMM I could taste Cyndy on him, as well as his own salty flavor. I kept him hard with my tongue before I straddled his six inch stick.

It felt so hot, as compared to the water in the tub. The firm, rippled shaft slid easily into my hungry body. My clitoris rubbed softly on the hard bone above Chris’ cock. Filled with his pulsing cock, I rode him to a quick cum of my own. Jane was right there to take my station, and finished Chris off with her tight body sliding on his cock. Kumköy escort bayan Lacy continued to snap photos, as we all switched and swapped. Girl-girl, girl-boy, even girl, boy, girl! I was wishing we had another boy, when Lacy surprised us by getting in the tub wearing a strap-on!

By now, I was on my back, Chris was eating my swollen clit, his butt was in the air. Cyndy was under him, devouring his semi-rigid penis, and Jane was sucking Lacy’s “cock”. The next event shocked all of us, especially Chris! He was moaning into my wet pussy, rocking gently to Cyndy’s oral attention, when he jumped forward and grunted loudly.

Lacy had taken the saliva coated strap-on and impaled Cyndy with it. She choked on Chris’s cock as her body was driven forward. They were fucking hard and fast, Cyndy kissing Chris hot and groaning. Cyndy soon shook all over, screaming Lacy’s name over and over. She flopped around on the floor, dislodging Lacy momentarily.

I slid out from under Chris, abandoning his cock for the one that tasted like Cyndy. I gave Lacy a marvelous blow job, then went `doggie’ for her to fuck me with her toy. Chris joined us, and fed me his semi-firm cock. MMMM, getting fucked at both ends, by husband and wife! I was in heaven!

Jane had recovered from her last orgasm, and I felt her slide under me. She licked my dripping slit while Lacy continued to pound her latex cock deep inside me. I felt so full, but lacked one more opening.

“Lacy!” I gasped around Chris’ cock. “Do my butt with that thing!”

“‘Chele! You want me to fuck your ass?” Lacy asked.

“Oh, yes! Pleeeeease! Put your cock in my ass, and Cyndy can use a dildo in my front!” I was near an explosion, and I wanted all of the options covered. Cyndy got a seven inch toy from the cupboard, resumed her place under me and slowly filled my kitty. Lacy lubed the strap-on, my butt, and pushed her `cock’ deep into my bowels.

“Ohhhhhhhh! YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSs! So fucking full! FUCK ME, GIRLS!!!”

Lacy and Cyndy began plunging latex in both my holes, I took Chris back in my mouth, rocking and gasping as I neared my peak. I could feel the two plastic cocks rubbing each other through me. I had a warm cock in my throat. What more could a girl want? Well, three live cocks would be better, shooting hot cum in all my holes, but this was good!

I got a load of cum from Chris, triggering the onset of my `super-cum’. I let his cock loose, just as I began to shudder and quake. Screaming through clenched teeth, my pussy was grasping one cock, my asshole, the other. Contracting, gripping, soaking everything with my cum. I came so hard I almost passed out!

We fell in a heap, panting and moaning. Jane had brought more drinks, then suddenly reminded everyone of something we had neglected. Lacy hadn’t cum yet! Not once, that we knew of, had she gotten hers this night. Escort Kumköy I removed her strap-on and began kissing on her wet slit. Cyndy and Jane took on her C-cup breasts with those large areola. She did have hot looking breasts, nipples stiff and thick, waiting to be sucked.

I found her little erection, and took it in my teeth. She started cumming almost immediately. Steady shaking and moaning type of cum, we wanted more from her. I grabbed the small dildo and lubed it in her pussy, then gently pushed it in her butt. Then I pushed three fingers in her kitty and resumed licking her clitoris. That did it for her! She screamed and bucked. Her hands grabbed my hair and pulled my face deep into her cumming kitty. She gushed fluids like I hadn’t seen in years.

Jane had possession of the cum covered strap-on, and a wicked gleam in her eyes. Chris had retreated to the couch on the deck and was dozing, face down. I went to his face and put my richly scented kitty in front of him. He rose to his knees and began licking me. His tongue slid into me and washed the swollen, red flesh of my hole. It felt so good! Jane, meanwhile, had taken a position near his butt, and started licking his rear hole. He responded well, pushing back at her exploring tongue. Cyndy provided some extra lubrication from her kitty on a couple of fingers, and worked them into Chris.

Lacy got under her husband and took his swelling cock in her pussy, and started licking my butt under Chris’ face. They even kissed while doing both my holes! It was so hot! I was going wild, especially when I saw Jane aiming the strap-on at Chris’ back door! She slid the latex into him before he realised it wasn’t a finger or two, anymore. Lacy cried out, evidently the thrust from behind increased the pressure inside of her at the same time.

Lacy came, I started cumming, and Chris was bellowing his release in no time at all! Cyndy had taken the camera, but when I looked at her, she was thrashing her pussy with a dildo, cumming right along with everybody else! The room smelled of raw sex and cum. Groaning and crying, simpering and moaning, no one was without some form of release at that point. Sexual Nirvana had been reached by all!

Chris left to clean up a little, and the three of us jumped on Lacy. I ate the fresh cum from her kitty, Jane `fed’ her the cum from her dripping pussy, and Cyndy used her cum covered dildo on Lacy’s butt. She came again and again. Finally screaming for us to let her breathe!

When we finished with Lacy, we looked around and saw a VERY spent Chris totally fucked out on the couch. The four of us retreated to the hot tub and soaked our well fucked and sucked bodies, gently stroking each other and kissing, like we did in school. I took some more pictures, including some posed shots of Lacy, Cyndy and Jane working on the remains of Lacy’s husband.

Cyndy and Jane fell out after too many drinks and a lot of sex, so Lacy and I were left alone to satisfy each other. We spent several hours rediscovering each other’s body, reclaiming a bit of our younger days, and cumming a lot. We fell asleep wrapped in each others arms and legs, a tangle of sated bodies.

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White Collar Affair

I was working as a financial manager for some years now in an important retail company. At my 27 years of age, I had managed to land a pretty nice job and I was planning to work my way up. My job was hard and I spent almost all day in the office, but I was good at it and I loved it. Usually, I’d go home late at night and watch some Netflix before falling asleep. On the weekends, I would do my workout routines and open the dating apps at night and maybe go out with some guy.

Lately, things hadn’t been going great at my office. They were struggling with money, so the executive management team decided to let some people go. I was lucky that I wasn’t laid off, but I had to pull my weight in order to keep the company afloat.

One of the biggest changes we had in my office was the new CEO. He was a big guy in his early forties with lots of experience in the field. His name was Robert.

I remember the first time we were introduced was at a morning meeting. He shook my hand with his huge right hand and I felt this warm energy running down my body. I smiled nervously and looked up at his bright blue eyes. He had some dark short hair with some grays in between and a trimmed beard, he was definitely my type.

“I’m Thomas… the Financial Manager…”

“I’m looking forward to working with you, sir.” I stated, shaking his hand and smiling.

“I’m Robert Miller. Nice to meet you, Thomas.” He said with a deep voice.

After the introductions, I had to present a new budget plan to everyone on the team. I remember feeling a bit more nervous than usual with my new boss staring attentively at me from the other side of the table, resting his face on his manly knuckles. He listened carefully and made a few comments at the end but all in all it had been a strong presentation. I couldn’t help to blush when he grabbed my shoulder and said ‘Good job, Thomas’ at the end of the meeting. I quickly went back to my small office and continued working.

***

Time went by, and soon our new boss knew everybody’s names. He was very good at keeping a nice work atmosphere, whenever he made a comment he was always constructive and honest. At the same time, he pressured us to do our best for the company. We were all working very hard.

I remember he would go around the office in his navy suit, and I would do my best not to stare at his round ass when he returned to his desk. His muscular daddy appearance was enough to entice my imagination.

Sadly, he was definitely just a fantasy and there were many reasons not to get involved with him. First, he was my new boss so that made him off limits and secondly, he was probably straight. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t imagine him fucking me hard on his desk.

Everybody knew I was gay and most people were okay with that. As long as I wasn’t flaunting or discussing the details of my latest Grindr date in the break room, it was fine. My colleagues were all very open-minded.

One time I was talking to one of my colleagues, Jennifer, and she told me all the tea about our boss Mr. Miller. Apparently, he was going through a messy divorce and he had a teenage daughter. I had noticed he had some pictures of a blond girl in his office, so I guessed it was his kid. He didn’t look like he was going through rough times, but I guess he was just a professional guy that kept his personal life separate from work.

After presenting my budget plan, I had been working overtime almost every day. I was getting exhausted and I thought about telling my boss. At the same time, I didn’t want to be ungrateful as I still had a job. I knew many of the people that had been fired before he arrived, so I wasn’t sure how to approach him. It was almost 5 p.m. on a Friday, so I had to take some documents to my boss before I could finish my shift. He had to check everything was in order.

I knocked on his big office and went inside. His office had a minimalist design with a dark and sleek desk, one leather chair that he usually sat on, and two chairs on the other side. There was a big window on the back and you could see the whole city from there.

I told him that he needed to see these documents, he took them and nodded at me. His face looked tired and sad, I had never seeing him like that. For a moment, I felt bad about complaining. He came to work every day with a smile, despite dealing with his whole divorce. He checked everything and Side Escort then gave me back the papers. I was going to leave when his voice stopped me.

“Mm… Thomas?” He said standing up and getting close to me, I had to look up as he was a couple inches taller.

“Yeah, boss?”

“I know that I have been putting a lot of pressure on you… and I want you to know that I truly appreciate your hard work…” He commented putting his big hand on my shoulder.

His gesture didn’t seem inappropriate or like he had any weird intentions. I saw his bright blue eyes and I felt strangely happy. I knew he really meant that, because we were alone so he wasn’t putting a show for the rest of the team.

“Thanks…”

“Now, go home and rest. You must be tired.” He commanded with his deep voice and a smile that made my body tingle.

“Yes, sir… See you Monday.”

I left his office and went to get my things on my desk. I couldn’t wait to get to my apartment and rest. As I pressed the button on the elevator, my boss rushed inside. It was a bit awkward and we just waited for the elevator to get to the ground floor. We were both standing next to each other, I could smell his manly perfume it was intoxicating. I said goodbye and went straight to my car.

Back into my apartment, I immediately got in the shower to relax. Feeling the water down my lean body I couldn’t help to think about my boss Robert. I had kept my mind off him for the most part, but now I was wishing he was there in the shower. I imagined his strong tall body behind me, caressing my chest and kissing my neck. Using my fingers, I pictured his fat cock filling my tight hole. God, I wanted him so bad. Soon, I shot my load all over the shower floor.

That weekend, I needed to get laid urgently. The next day, I opened the apps and went hunting for a guy to fuck. Swiping right and left, I made a match with a guy that looked in his forties. He had a buzz cut and a beard. He sent me a picture of his fat cut dick. I needed it.

In no time, I got cleaned up and ready. I looked in the mirror and fixed my short brown hair. I had always been on the thinner side, with some lean muscle definition. That day, I went for a dark green tee that complimented my hazel eyes and a hoodie with some dark jeans. My ass was looking nice and round in my jeans.

The guy’s apartment was in the city centre, just a few blocks away from my small apartment. I went outside and headed that way. The streets were full of people, as usual for a Saturday evening. The shops were closing and people were walking home. I had to cross a park to get to this guy’s place. That’s when I saw him.

My boss was wearing some loose running shorts and was walking a big husky dog. He had stopped to drink some water. He didn’t see me as I passed by. It was a surprise to see him in something different than a suit, I barely recognized him. His sleeveless hoodie revealed some strong arms. As he kneeled to give his dog some water I noticed his hairy calves. He caressed his fluffy dog and smiled. Some crowfeet appeared next to his blue eyes. I just melted, he was a stunning man.

A guy running came my way, and I snapped out of it. I got out of the park and found the apartment. Once I got up and knocked, the door opened and I saw my date. This guy was nothing like his profile picture. He was shorter and probably a few years older. I was already there so I decided to just go for it.

Immediately, we began kissing. He was briskly grabbing my ass, and removing his clothes at the same time. Then he got down on his knees, I let him blow me and then I turned around so he could fuck me right away. There was a sofa in his apartment so I just got my pants down and waited on all fours. My hole was ready for him.

The only think he didn’t lie about was the size of his cock. I yelled as soon as he popped the head in. It was considerably thick. I closed my eyes enjoying his meat filling me up, inch by inch. Soon, he was going in and out, his movements changing from slow to a faster pace. My hands were grabbing tightly onto the sides of the sofa.

In no time, his cock was pounding me hard. His rough hands shifted from my hips to my shoulders and he was jackhammering my pale ass. My eyes were rolling back in ecstasy.

“Fuck…You’re so tight baby…”

“..Yeah…Fuck me daddy…” I whispered looking back at him with a dizzy look on my face.

In the heat of the moment, flashes of my boss Robert came through my mind. His strong hands, those blue eyes, seeing him in his workout outfit, Side Escort bayan I couldn’t help to think of him at that moment.

“…Oh fuck… Fuck me Robert…” I blurted out while he was pounding me.

“…What?” He asked confused.

“…Nothing… k..keep fucking me…” I said embarrassed. It was the first time I yelled someone’s name while fucking.

He continued pounding me hard on the couch, grabbing me by the shoulders. His huge balls were making lewd sounds against my body. My ass was so full of his thick cock it was driving me crazy, I was moaning desperately. Soon, his thrusts became faster and I could feel his orgasm was close.

“I’m about to cum…Oh god!” He pulled out, took the condom out, and came on my back.

I had to jerk off to finish. Then I left his apartment and spent the rest of my weekend trying to relax and not to think of work and my hot boss. Although I definitely didn’t want to admit it, I always had a thing for older men. When I was a teenager, I wasn’t interested in boys my age but I always felt weak and nervous around their fathers or older brothers. There was something about their confidence that made me feel this incredible attraction.

***

Monday, I was back at work. We stopped working extra hours so that was great, everyone was glad about that. However, my boss was looking extra gloomy. He called me into the office at the end of the day to give him a full report. I had to stay a bit longer to finish everything. At that point, I think we were probably the only ones left in the office.

I was sitting in front of him explaining everything on the desk, pointing to the different numbers, and graphs on my report. He nodded and stared at me with those piercing blue eyes. He had taken his jacket off. After a long day of work, I couldn’t help to notice his smell and felt my cock get stiff. Shit. Maybe it was his aftershave or perfume, but there was definitely something about him that made me crazy. I was trying to finish my presentation and get out of his office without him noticing my arousal.

Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist with his huge hand startling me. In a second I wondered, if his hands were that big what his dick would be like.

“That’s enough for today, Thomas. I’m very pleased with the results.” He mentioned with a sad face.

“…You okay, sir…?” I dared to ask.

“Yeah, it’s just… Can I be honest with you?”

“Sure…”

“Well, it’s the whole divorce thing… Tomorrow, I have a meeting with my lawyer to sign everything and then I’m finally done…” He sighed grabbing the sides of his brown leather chair.

I could tell he needed someone to listen to him.

“My daughter tells me it’s the right thing to do and that I should start getting myself out there and meet new people… But who would want to date a divorced guy in his forties?” He added looking at her picture and then staring at me.

I couldn’t believe this guy couldn’t see how hot he was.

“If I may say so, I think you’re a very handsome man and I bet many ladies would be interested.”

“Hell, even guys would be all over you if you joined a gay dating app.”

I immediately regretted saying that last thing to my boss because he gave me a different look. He was now aware that I found him attractive. My face was probably blushing after that realization.

“You really think that, Thomas?” He asked with a sly smile. Was he hitting on me? I couldn’t believe it.

“…Uhm…Yeah…”

The tension between us was killing me. The desk was the only thing dividing us and covering the obvious hard-on in my pants. He was my boss and right now he had me in the palm of his hand. We were alone and he had complete power over me.

“So… what would you do if I were gay?” He teased leaning back on his leather chair, spreading his strong legs.

For a moment, I just froze not knowing what to do. An alarm was buzzing in my mind telling me this was a bad idea. On the other hand, my pants felt tight and I couldn’t think straight.

“…I just…” I mustered but it was too late.

“You know what…”

“I’m sorry, Thomas… This is highly inappropriate and the last thing I need is someone filing a sexual harassment complaint…” He said scratching the back of his neck.

Then he stood up and guided me to the door.

I needed to make my move. His hand was opening the door.

I couldn’t continue lusting over him every day. So, I just said it.

“You want to know what I would do…?” I whispered staring up at his Escort Side eyes. He was holding the door for me.

“I would blow you on that chair and swallow every drop.” I stated and I saw his impressed face. We were both still for a second.

His right hand slowly closed the door. Our eyes met. Both waiting for the other person to back down. He put the lock on and the blinds made a shutting sound. He went back to his chair. I followed him and stood in front of him.

I gulped. I couldn’t believe it. It was my daddy fantasy come to life. There he was, resting his manly hands on his chair, looking all handsome wearing his shirt and tie. His legs wide open, revealing a big bulge in between. I loosen up my tie and went down on my knees. The sun had just come down on the city, so the room was filled with a dim golden light.

“Go ahead, Thomas…”

I slowly caressed the outline of his big cock over the soft fabric, I could feel it getting hard. With my fingers, I began by unfastening his pants revealing his white boxer briefs. His meat looked huge under the cotton fabric, it was a nice cut cock leaned to his left. I licked my lips and my head went down. My hot mouth was kissing and licking his cock, paying special attention to the head. My spit was soaking his white undies and the head started to show. I wanted to give him the best blow job ever.

Being so close to him his musky scent had me already leaking precum. My right hand began to grab my cock over my pants. I wanted to really savour that moment, I was kissing and burring my face down his balls. Sniffing him like a good dog. He rested his head back and started panting. His fingers swiftly loosen up his tie and began caressing his nipples over the shirt.

Once I teased him enough. I lowered his underwear and his cock sprung up almost hitting me in the face. He looked down on me and smiled, seeing my surprised face at the size of it.

I grabbed it with both hands and began jerking him nice and slow. I wanted to see how big and hard he could get. It was a perfect cock with veins going around and a big pink head that was already wet. Slowly, I put the tip in and tasted his sweet precum. I couldn’t get enough of him. I was spitting and licking his cock like a hungry boy. While my hands were jerking him my mouth followed the same movement. My moans were muffled by his cock.

“…God… your mouth feels so good…”He whispered closing his eyes in pleasure.

I was delighted to make him feel that good. After getting him wet enough, I looked at him with my hazel eyes and I took his whole meat in until my nose touched his hairs. I managed to put the whole thing in for a few seconds, before choking. Over and over, I stuffed his huge cock down my throat making eye contact with him. His massive body was shaking.

“…F..fuck!…Thomas…” He blurted grabbing the sides of his chair. He calling my name made me the happiest guy.

“You like this, sir?” I teased while slapping his meat on my face and catching my breath.

“It feels amazing…” He said smiling.

For a few minutes I enjoyed his cock, licking and kissing from his balls all the way to the head. A line of spit came up to my lips. My right hand began stroking him hard, and his cock began throbbing. I wanted his cum so bad. I began sucking him real hard, I could feel his orgasm was coming.

“Oh god!…I’m coming…Shit…” He yelled shooting a load of hot cum down my throat. I quickly swallowed it all.

It was so much that some of it dripped down the sides of my mouth, he probably hadn’t had an orgasm in a while. I took it out and he saw my dizzy face with his cum dripping down my chin onto my tie. His body was still shaking from such an intense orgasm. At the same time, I began quickly jerking my cock until I came. With my hand I wiped my chin and licked my fingers. He tasted better than I imagined. He was looking down at me impressed by my naughtiness I guess.

After that he put is cock back in his pants and I did the same thing. As he was fixing his tie when he said:

“Well… I think that was by far the best blow job I’ve had…”

“I’m glad to hear that, sir…” I said getting my things.

“I think is better that we never… ever speak of this. Understood?”

“Yes..”

“Good. Go home now and see you tomorrow.”

“Bye, sir.” I replied leaving his office and running to the elevator.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened. It all seemed like a dream. On the way to my apartment, I could still taste him. His smell and his moans, I just kept replaying the events in my mind over and over again. That night, after the initial rush had passed I wondered about the reality of the facts. How would I face him now at work and would I still have a job after what happened. Either way, I was happy to have fulfilled my fantasy.

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I’m honestly starting to think that this voluptuous, seemingly innocent yet sinfully sexy Saudi Arabian broad invented sex. Oh, in case you’re wondering who this is, my name is Tyrone Ferguson. I’m originally from Buffalo, New York, and recently moved to Ottawa, Ontario, to study for my MBA at Carleton University. A while ago, I met an amazing lady who simply changed my life. Going to tell you all about her.

I met Amina Alzahrani, the tall, curvy chick from Saudi Arabia while working as a security guard at the Galleria Mall in Buffalo, New York. This broad was walking up and down the street, looking lost. Fearing for her safety, I approached her. Amina told me that she was lost, and was desperately trying to find her way back to the Embassy Suites Hotel. Like the friendly gentleman that I am, I offered to help her.

Little did I know that this encounter would change both of our lives. At the time, though, I thought nothing of it. I walked Amina Alzahrani to her hotel, and she thanked me profusely before walking back in. I watched her go, taking note of Amina’s mesmerizing thick ass. I hadn’t met too many Arab women in my lifetime. In Buffalo, New York, we’ve got blacks and whites and Mexicans, that’s about it.

I went back to the mall, where I worked as a security guard on the overnight shift. I had plenty to occupy me in those days. I was in my fourth year at Buffalo State College, and was thinking about the future. The recession hit Buffalo, New York, pretty hard a while back. You see a lot of boarded up houses in my part of town. Unpaved roads, entire sections of town fallen into disarray. Buffalo is one of the most segregated towns in America. The black half is suffering economic strife and the white half is flourishing. I hate it but that’s a fact of life.

A while ago, I met this Mexican dude named Jose Gutierrez, an illegal immigrant who was staying at that immigrant shelter, Vive La Casa. Dude told me about his family which was waiting for him in Toronto, Ontario. Look, I was born and raised in America and I kind of envied Jose when he told me how well his wife Maria and their daughter Arianna were doing in Toronto. Apparently, they were granted refugee status by the Canadian government and recently got their permanent residence cards. That’s why Jose’s wife Maria filed for him to come to Canada from the States. Poor dude spent a decade away from his loved ones, working under the table. Still, at least Jose Gutierrez had something to look forward to.

Me? I’m an orphan. I was raised by the foster care system, and bounced from one home to another all over the State of New York. After high school, I won a scholarship to Buffalo State College. I’ve always been gifted when it comes to numbers, so stuff like business and accounting always appealed to me. I figured I could study that in college, and make something of myself. Never had anyone to believe in me. I always believed in myself. Foster parents, whether black or white or Asian, never gave a damn about me.

After four years at Buffalo State College, I’d grown as a man. At my school, I met a lot of people of all colors. I sat in classrooms filled with white students, matched wits with them and held my own. I became more confident as a result. The United States of America has always hated the black man but it is my firm belief that if you apply yourself in the higher education system, you just might make it.

Too often, a lot of black folks in America have a defeatist attitude. I saw a lot of brothers and sisters who had their parents around growing up but never made anything of themselves. Me? I always believed in myself. Nobody out there believes in us black men so we’ve got to believe in ourselves. Am I right or am I right? Yes, there is racism. Yes, we’re discriminated against. Yes, we live in a fucked up world where cops can choke a man to death, on camera, and not get Manavgat Escort charged as a result. So what? We’ve got to keep on fighting and keep on living. We can’t give up.

That self-belief has taken me many places. I graduated from Buffalo State College with honors, and then began looking for work. I couldn’t find a job in Buffalo, or even places as far away as Copiague, New York City, or Elmira. I applied everywhere, man. I think having a name like Tyrone Ferguson pretty much marks me as Black with a capital B, that’s why I didn’t hear back from a lot of potential employers. Even in the Age of Obama, discrimination is alive and well in the United Snakes of America. Oops, I meant the United States of America. My bad, dear readers.

Anyhow, after graduating from Buffalo State College, I decided to do some traveling. See the world as an educated brother, you know? I was no longer an orphan, dependent on the foster care system and government handouts to survive. I got promoted to supervisor at the security company I worked for. Making sixteen dollars per hour isn’t bad, especially when most people around me only made ten bucks per hour and sometimes not even that. Still, I didn’t want to be a rent-a-cop for the rest of my life.

I had about five thousand dollars saved in my Bank of America checking account, so I took my credit card, and a car, and some clothes, and hit the road. That’s how I crossed into Ontario, Canada, via the Lake Erie border. I’d lived in Buffalo, New York, right next to the Canadian border for most of my life and yet I’d never even been to Canada. How fucked up is that? I drove all the way to Toronto, supposedly Canada’s largest and most racially diverse city, and experienced a brand new world.

While in Toronto, Ontario, I met all kinds of folks. I used to think I know what the black experience is all about but after staying a few months in Toronto, and meeting Haitians, Somalis, Ethiopians, Jamaicans and other black folks from distant countries, people who spoke different languages, followed different religions and had different cultures, I learned a thing or two about black life. Blackness is universal, but it all depends on your culture. How a Haitian-American woman from Miami, Florida, sees the world differs from how a Somali dude who just moved to Canada from Mogadishu sees it.

I think I started falling in love with Canada after meeting black Canadians from all walks of life. Somalis. Eritreans. Jamaicans. Haitians. Afro-Arabians. Afro-Brazilians. Hot damn, Toronto’s got them all! I decided to move to Toronto, and applied for a study permit and a work permit. I applied to the University of Toronto, intent on getting my MBA there. Sadly, it wasn’t meant to be.

Those fucked up bastards at Buffalo State College sent my transcripts out too late and the admissions department at U of T told me I’d have to wait the following year to reapply. Fuck that. I tried to get into Ryerson University and York University and both told me the same damn thing. I didn’t want to spend a year in Canada without going to school. I firmly believe that if you don’t use your brain for worthwhile intellectual pursuits, you might lose it. I think brains rust over time without stimulation. I might be wrong now but I don’t think so. I looked through the Ontario Universities Application Center. There are lots of schools listed there. Surely one of them was still taking in applications?

I applied to the University of Ottawa and apparently their deadline had already passed. Only choice I had left was Carleton University. At the time, I didn’t know Jack about Carleton University or the City of Ottawa, Ontario, where the school was located. All I know is that Carleton has an MBA program. I prayed their deadline hadn’t gone by. I sent them my transcripts, and was overjoyed when, a few weeks later, I got an answer from Manavgat Escort Bayan them in the mail. Welcome to Carleton University’s Sprott School of Business, the letter said. Dude, I started tap dancing, I was so happy.

I’d gotten into Carleton University, and decided to move to Ottawa. Since Toronto didn’t want me, I might as well give the Canadian capital a shot. Someone forgot to tell me that Ottawa is mad small, lacks excitement, is full of boring, narrow-minded white people, and oh yeah, it’s fucking boring as hell! I moved there, and found an apartment. I needed to find a job fast since I was down to my last twelve hundred bucks.

With my work permit, I hit places like Canadian Tire, Loblaw’s and Home Depot looking for work. I’d already tried major businesses and been told that although I had a valid college degree from an accredited American school, I lacked Canadian experience and Canadian citizenship so they couldn’t hire me. Are you kidding me? I’m qualified for the job, who cares where I come from? Fuck Canada! Canada is even more racist than America, if you ask me. Canadians are just better at hiding it behind their fake smiles.

The only place that would offer me a job was Securitas Canada. I used to work for Securitas in New York, and had Stacey Kennedy, my old manager mail my resume and references to the Securitas office in Ottawa. Yay, I left buffalo, NY, for Ottawa, Ontario, to become a rent-a-cop. I’ve got a bachelor’s degree from Buffalo State College, but that doesn’t seem to matter to Canadian employers. Oh maybe it’s because I’m a black American man. Whatever. I joined Securitas and became a security guard, for twelve bucks an hour. Life is funny, isn’t it?

Well, my Canadian journey was off to a rocky start. I didn’t conquer the land like I thought I would. Canadians hate everything American, I swear, there’s some jealousy at work in their hearts. I swore to myself I’d make it though. The good thing about Ottawa is that you don’t hear about cops shooting minority males every ten seconds.

I swear, it’s open season on black men across the United States America and the biased, deeply racist justice system and President Obama’s toothless Department of Justice let racist white cops get away with murdering brothers. If President Obama told the useless D.O.J. to prosecute at least one racist white cop, then the others might get the message and stop shooting our brothers for fun. Sadly, he doesn’t have the balls to do it.

That’s one thing I don’t miss about the United States of America, the once-a-day racial shootings. Oh, shit still happens in Canada but it’s rare. In the U.S. racist white cops shoot an unarmed black man every sixty seconds, I swear. I heard about cops shooting an Arab dude named Sammy Yatim in Toronto. Much to my surprise, the cop got charged with murder. In Canada, trigger-happy white cops who shoot minorities can actually get charged with murder? Man, I take back what I said about this country. As a black American man, I love Canada already!

I was slowly adjusting to life in my new town when fate and happenstance threw me a curve. Or should I say curves? I was at the Billings Bridge Mall, chilling when I saw a very familiar face. That of a woman I swore I’d never forget. Amina Alzahrani, the tall, pretty-faced and big-booty Arab chick I met at the Galleria Mall in Buffalo, New York, a year ago. I approached her, and Amina’s fearless smile stopped me dead in my tracks.

The Saudi Arabian cutie looked me up and down, smiled and asked me to join her. I sat down opposite Amina Alzahrani, and then, for the next couple of hours, we talked. Some meetings change your life, whether you like it or not. I never thought I’d run into Amina again. Hell, I’d almost forgotten about the Arab woman with the thick derriere until I saw her at Billings Bridge. Sparks flew between Escort Manavgat us, and I guess, the rest is history, as they say…

Amina Alzahrani was just what I needed, man. We provided each other for solace in the coming days, and I must say, the Saudi Arabian gal delighted me in every way. Paying for international student fees at Carleton University’s Sprott MBA program isn’t easy, especially given my salary as a security guard. I continued to send my resume to prospective employers, emphasizing my U.S. college degree but seldom heard from them. Feels like the whole world is against me, seriously.

One thing that kept me going? Having someone like Amina Alzahrani in my life. The Saudi Arabian gal was just what the doctor ordered. Taking refugee in her loving arms after a battle-weary day does wonders for a brother. Kissing me and holding me tight, Amina assured me that everything would be okay. Looking into her dark eyes, I saw her sincerity. Truth be told, I’ve never had anyone care for me. Sure, I’ve fucked my share of girls, both black and white, while in college but nothing serious.

Relationships aren’t something I’ve ever given much thought to. As an orphan and a black male at that, forever on the margins of Buffalo’s decidedly segregated society, I never put much stock in relationships. Black or white, people left me cold. I didn’t know how to give or receive affection. The hookup culture at Buffalo State College suited me just fine.

I never wanted more, or thought there might be more to life, to sex and to relationships…until I met Amina. Even though we came from different worlds, the Red Sea port town of Yanbu, Saudi Arabia, and Buffalo, New York, couldn’t be more different from one another as towns, and yet, Amina Alzahrani totally gets me. When I told her in my arms, I feel more than lust and passion….I feel alive.

Earlier, Amina Alzahrani fucked like jackrabbits, man. I laid the Saudi cutie on my bed, spread her shapely thighs wide open and then began munching on her hairy, sweaty cunt like there was no tomorrow. Amina squealed in delight as I licked her pussy while fingering her. A lot of men don’t like foreplay but I am not one of them. I love eating pussy. Fuck, I love every inch of the female body. And I absolutely couldn’t get enough of Amina’s. For real.

After I finished polishing her cunt with my tongue, Amina Alzahrani smiled lustfully and told me to fuck her. Happily I put my Saudi Arabian cutie on all fours, and licked her big butt, smacking it a bit before sliding my thick dick into her cunt. I fucked her hard, pulling her hair and slammed my dick into her. We went at it like this for a while, screaming passionately while fucking. Much later, Amina and I lay side by side, spent.

Still not sated, Amina Alzahrani resumed sucking my dick, and this time, fingered my asshole while going down on me. Man, before I met Amina, I used to think that Muslim women were chaste and pure, but now I know better. Amina is one freaky mama, I found that out firsthand when she pulled out a butt plug and asked me if she could fuck my ass with it. I hesitated, then smiled and shrugged. Shoot, I’ll try anything once…almost.

Yup, that’s how I found myself lying there, with Amina Alzahrani sucking my black dick while working her butt plug into my asshole. Look, it’s not something I want to try every damn day but it was a lot of fun. I’ll admit that much. The experience was pleasurable in a way that was most unexpected. Pleasures I hadn’t thought myself capable of experiencing. Amina asked me how I felt later and I assured her that it was fun.

Yeah, Amina Alzahrani and I are wicked together, and I wouldn’t have us any other way. The Saudi Arabian MILF is an injection of life into my otherwise dreary existence. We’re good for each other, and not just in the bedroom. We spend a lot of time together, going to movies, restaurants and malls together, and also hanging out at each other’s schools. Thanks to Amina’s decision to file for me to get my permanent residence, I just might be able to graduate from Carleton’s Sprott School of Business sooner than I thought. How about that? I love my Saudi cutie!

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Author’s Note: This story can be read as a stand-alone but it’s technically a sequel to “Of Sharks and Field Mice” so if you want to understand fully everything that’s going on here, read that one first.

In the week following Venice’s visit to their farm, Bill and Daniel hadn’t found it any easier to be in the same room together. Daniel woke up every morning to find that his father had already eaten and gotten started on the chores where they’d used to eat together. This upset Daniel but he also understood; he wasn’t really excited about the idea of looking his father in the eye after what he’d seen either. Still, the tension in the house was getting unbearable and on one quiet night, it finally came to a head.

Daniel had retired to his room after dinner like he usually did now that he and Bill didn’t spend their evenings together and was just about to head to bed after an evening of entertaining himself when he heard glass shattering downstairs. Despite what had happened the last time he’d gone to investigate odd sounds downstairs, Daniel decided his father might need help and began his quiet descent down the stairs.

From the bottom of the stairs, Daniel could see Bill cleaning up a cup he had apparently dropped in the living room. Coming closer, Daniel could see the likely cause for his father’s clumsiness; there was an open liquor bottle on the coffee table and it looked about half empty. His mother had been the only drinker in the family and any opened bottles of alcohol had been thrown out a few months after she’d left them. Bill had decided to keep the unopened ones “just in case” and apparently had decided to get into the stash.

Unsure of what to expect since he’d never seen his father take more than a sip of alcohol in an evening in his life, Daniel approached cautiously. “You alright, pa?” He asked softly, feeling a little bad when Bill jumped slightly at the sound of his voice.

“Ya scared me.” Bill huffed softly as he straightened up, depositing the broken glass into the trash can he’d brought from the kitchen. “I didn’t mean to disturb you, boy, I’m alright.” He assured, sitting down on the couch and taking his new glass from the table before pouring some liquor into it.

Given that his father hadn’t said so many words to him at one time since the barn incident, Daniel wasn’t exactly content to simply leave the interaction at that and came closer, lingering near the arm of the couch farthest from Bill. “Are you sure?” He pressed softly, shrinking back a bit when Bill actually looked at him.

After staring at his son for a moment, Bill turned his attention back to his glass. “No, I guess I’m not.” He muttered, taking a gulp of the amber liquid and grimacing. He’d always hated the way alcohol tasted and how it burned going down but he knew most people used it to keep from feeling and that’s what he was currently trying to achieve.

Weighing his options briefly, Daniel decided to take a risk and sat down on the other end of the couch, crossing his legs and sitting against the armrest so he could still look at his father. “Is it-” He hesitated, unsure if he should really take so many risks all at once. “is it because of the debt?”

Sighing heavily, Bill’s shoulders slumped. “Yeah.” He mumbled, finishing off the liquor in his glass before adding some more. “I-I’m real sorry you ever got involved in all that, Daniel.” Bill said, looking up at his son.

For the first time in a long time, Daniel thought that Bill looked his age. There were bags under his eyes and the wrinkles that lined his forehead and crinkled the corners of his eyes seemed more pronounced than they’d ever been before. “I’m not.” Daniel admitted after a long pause, not looking at his father and instead fiddling with the hem of his over-sized t-shirt. “I mean, at least we can worry together now.” He mumbled, chancing a glance up at Bill and looking back down when he found Bill looking into his glass instead of at him.

“You shouldn’t need to worry.” Bill said softly, sounding disappointed in himself and just a tad angry. “I’m s’posed to be able to provide for my family and instead-” His voice had been steadily raising, but he cut himself off before he could get to yelling, shoulders slumping. “instead I got you hurt.” He whispered, sighing deeply and scrubbing his face with his hand briefly.

Reaching out despite himself, Daniel took Bill’s free hand, holding it firmly between his own considerably smaller hands. “You provided for me just fine all my life, pa, and we’re gonna get through this too. We’ve weathered dry spells before, we’ll get through it just like we always have.” He said, smiling in determination at his father and feeling a little bit of weight lift off his heart when Bill smiled softly back and gave his hand a light squeeze.

“I’m sure you’re right.” Bill said, finishing off what was in his glass and looking down at the empty cup. He frowned again as he stared at the glass and then glanced at Daniel out of the corner of his eye before looking back down. “How-how would you feel bursa eskort about selling the farm though?” Bill asked softly, taking his hand from Daniel and hunching forward to refill his glass. “Maybe moving to the city? I hear there’s plenty of work in the city.”

Moving his hands back to his lap, Daniel frowned at the question. “I mean, I guess if that’s what we gotta do.” He said softly, going back to fiddling with his hem. “I wouldn’t wanna lose the farm, but the city don’t seem so bad.”

Sighing lightly, Bill reached over to swat at Daniel’s hands. “Stop fiddlin’ with your shirt, boy.” He mumbled, flinching and jerking his hand back as he accidentally brushed Daniel’s crotch and his son gasped softly. “Shit, Daniel, I’m sorry.” Bill said quickly, not realizing the sudden flush on Daniel’s face was from arousal.

“It-it’s alright, pa.” Daniel said, reaching out for his father but stopping short and retracting his hands. He resisted the urge to mess with his shirt hem as he sat there, pondering something that hadn’t given more than a moment’s peace since that night in the barn. Eventually Daniel took a deep breath and spoke but didn’t look up at Bill. “Pa? Did-well, that-that night in-in the barn, did you-I mean, it-it was bad.” He eventually got out, starting to say something else several times and changing his mind just as many times before going for the roundabout route.

Flinching as Daniel addressed the elephant in the room, Bill turned his full attention to his glass. “Yeah, it was bad.” He agreed, starting to apologize before Daniel interrupted him.

“But-well, I mean, it-it wasn’t ALL bad.” Daniel muttered, unable to help it and starting to mess with his shirt hem again. “I mean, didn’t-didn’t you-maybe, I dunno.” He said, taking another deep breath before finally just spitting it out. “Didn’t you enjoy any of it? Maybe just a little?”

Too shocked to respond, Bill simply looked at his son, mouth agape at what he was being asked. Had he enjoyed watching his son get violated for HIS mistakes? No! Of course he hadn’t! That would be disgusting, it would make him a monster! No father would enjoy watching his son get taken advantage of! But the way Daniel had swallowed Venice’s cock so easily and the sounds he’d made as Venice stepped on him had been… something else. HAD he enjoyed watching his son get tormented? Frowning deeply, Bill’s brows furrowed. What the fuck was wrong with him? Was it the alcohol or was he just a horrible person?

Watching his father through his lashes, Daniel could see the war waging in his eyes and on his face and felt a little bad for having incited it. Still, it felt like it was now or never and if their relationship was going to be ruined forever anyway, Daniel might as well go in for the kill. Moving fast, Daniel slid off the couch and knelt between his father’s legs, nudging the older man’s legs apart easily since Bill was too distracted to realize what was happening right away.

Suddenly realizing what was happening once Daniel had fully unzipped and opened his jeans, Bill grabbed his son’s wrists firmly. “Daniel!” He hissed loudly, shoving Daniel’s hands back to himself and scrambling to his pants closed. “What do you think you’re doin’? Have you lost your damn mind?” Bill demanded, having a hell of a time with his zipper due to the amount of alcohol he’d consumed that night.

Determined, Daniel shoved his father’s hands aside and easily fished the older man’s cock out of his underwear while he stared at him in shock. Before Bill could push him away again, Daniel leaned forward and gave the head of his father’s cock a slow lick. Daniel was pressing his luck with this whole situation especially since he didn’t know if his father had a temper when liquored up. Bill was an absolute mountain of a man and could easily send Daniel through the nearby solid wood coffee table if he wanted to but Daniel was ready to take that risk.

Breath hitching as Daniel began to shower the head of his cock with attention, Bill was beginning to find it hard to fight. The alcohol in his system was making his brain fuzzy and Daniel’s mouth felt amazing. He hadn’t had any oral, or sex of any kind for that matter, since his wife had left and he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed the feeling.

Taking advantage of Bill’s possibly temporary lapse, Daniel decided to really get down to business and quickly took his father’s cock all the way down to the base. Bill was perhaps a bit thicker than what Daniel was used to, but he still managed with little trouble, his expert throat acclimating quickly to the girth. When Bill groaned loudly instead of trying to fight him some more, Daniel began to bob his head slowly, taking his time to really explore his father’s cock with his tongue.

Fully entranced now by Daniel’s affections, Bill simply rested one of his hands on the back of his son’s head, his own head lolling back to rest against the back of the couch. Some part of him deep in the back of his mind knew this was wrong, but that part was being smothered bursa bayan escort by a wave of pleasure and the constant hazy buzz of strong liquor.

Encouraged by Bill’s hand and the sounds he was making, Daniel bobbed faster, moaning softly himself. His fully-sober mind knew how completely taboo and straight-up wrong this entire scene was, but Daniel did his best to not dwell on all that, choosing instead to focus on the throbbing meat in his mouth. Focusing became easier when Bill suddenly pressed down on his head, effectively keeping Daniel from coming back up and forcing him to put all his attention into not gagging at the sudden sustained pressure.

Adjusting quickly like the truly expert cock-slut he was, Daniel simply continued to suck, his tongue still moving about and exploring as best it could. When Bill’s hips began to buck lightly against his face, Daniel knew it wouldn’t be long and braced himself. He was finally rewarded for his efforts when Bill gave a mighty groan of pleasure and came, Daniel eagerly swallowing the release and then pulling back slowly when his father released his head.

Wiping the dribble from his chin with the back of his hand, Daniel stood and removed his boxers, tossing the garment aside. Before Bill could come down from his orgasm high, Daniel straddled his father’s hips, quickly taking the older man’s cock in one hand and stroking it slowly. Bill groaned lightly but was still too out of it to realize what was happening and before he had the chance to, his cock was half-hard once again under his son’s touch.

By the time Bill did come down enough to realize what was happening, he was already nice and hard again and Daniel was sitting on his cock, easily taking him to the base thanks to his hole already being slicked and prepped from how he’d been entertaining himself earlier in his room. “Daniel, no.” Bill groaned, taking Daniel’s hips in his hands with the intention of keeping him from moving.

“Shh, it’s alright, pa.” Daniel whispered, beginning to move up and down slowly despite his father’s hands on his hips. “Nobody’s gonna know, just let me take care of you.” Bill’s grip didn’t loosen despite Daniel’s words but since he wasn’t exactly trying to force him either to hold still or get off, Daniel took the opportunity to push things further and wrapped his arms around Bill’s neck. As he began to speed up, Daniel leaned forward and, with more confidence than he felt, kissed Bill gently.

In too deep now, both literally and metaphorically, to worry about right and wrong, Bill returned the kiss, his grip finally loosening somewhat as he let Daniel do what he wanted. He would regret it in the morning, but maybe just for one night it was okay to get lost in the taboo bliss of fucking his own son. Accepting the invitation when it came, Bill slid his tongue into Daniel’s mouth, the kiss deepening as they leaned into eachother.

Finally feeling the confidence he’d been fronting, Daniel sped up further, the sound of Bill’s cock penetrating him the only sound in the quiet house other than the wet slurping of their kiss. He wasn’t exactly sure what about the night in the barn had gotten the idea of fucking his own father into his head, but Daniel had been fighting it since then. All things considered, Daniel decided that his penchant for checking on noises in the middle of the night was perhaps one of his better qualities.

Unable to contain themselves for long given the heat of the moment, Bill and Daniel climaxed soon after, Daniel going off first and his spasms causing Bill to lose himself. Daniel rocked up and down a few more times as the two men rode out their orgasms and then came to a stop, his father’s soft cock still nestled in his ass.

Once Daniel had finally caught his breath enough to pull away from Bill, he looked down at his father and smiled a little. Bill had passed out, his head lolled forward and his breathing deep in his drunken, exhausted slumber. Sighing happily, Daniel got off his father’s lap and carefully laid him down on the couch, gently tucking Bill’s cock away and zipping his pants back up. Hopefully Bill wouldn’t remember anything in the morning and anything he did remember, he would attribute to a drunken dream.

Taking a moment to lay Bill’s glass on the floor like it’d rolled out of his hand, Daniel collected his boxers and quietly padded back upstairs, electing to finally go to bed now that he was thoroughly satisfied. He would battle with his guilty conscience in the morning when the reality of what he’d done would set in, likely making him feel nothing but regret and shame. For now, though, he felt good and once he was snuggled up in his bed, he felt even better.

The next morning, Daniel came downstairs to find Bill was barely waking up. “Mornin’, pa.” Daniel said softly, trying to act casual since he wasn’t sure how much his father would remember. Daniel remembered everything and had already had his mandatory morning-after panic attack before coming downstairs, so bursa ucuz escort he was emotionally unstable and all-in-all prepared to be disowned. Probably not the best mind-set to start the day with, but it’s what Daniel had and he had to work with it.

“Mornin’.” Bill answered automatically, groaning lightly afterwards and cradling his head. “Good lord.” He muttered, glancing at the almost-empty bottle on the table and feeling nothing but regret.

“Kinda hungover, huh, pa?” Daniel asked quietly, smiling briefly to himself when Bill nodded. A hangover felt like a good sign that Bill had gotten too drunk to rely on his memories of the previous night, whatever they might be. “Well you just stay there, I’ll make breakfast.” Daniel said, not waiting for a response and instead going into the kitchen to get breakfast going.

Despite everything being good so far, Daniel was still filled with nervous energy as he made breakfast. He had bacon frying on the stove and was just filling up the coffee maker with water when Bill came into the kitchen. Luckily Daniel had already put the coffee pot into the maker once Bill started to talk because Daniel jumped out of his skin and likely would’ve dropped it.

“Son-” Bill stopped when Daniel jumped and frowned. “Sorry, boy, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s alright.” Daniel said softly, turning to offer his father a nervous smile before starting the coffee maker and going back over to the bacon.

“I just-I wanted to ask you what, uh, what happened last night.” Bill said, sounding embarrassed and indeed rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I sort of remember you coming downstairs and I think we talked, but everything is real fuzzy.” He laughed in embarrassment, leaning back against a counter. “Guess I can’t handle my liquor very good.”

Taking a deep breath, Daniel laughed softly. “Guess not.” He agreed, trying to keep his tone light and even. “That’s pretty much it. We talked for awhile and then I went to bed. It was nice.” Not a complete lie, just an omission of some vital in-between parts.

Humming, Bill turned around and got two coffee cups from the cupboard above him. Going a cupboard to the left, he also got out two plates and then fished some silverware out of a drawer. “Aside from the headache, I woke up feeling pretty good.” He admitted, setting the table while Daniel cooked eggs. “Like there was a weight lifted off my chest.”

“I’m glad to hear it, pa.” Daniel said, plating their food and giving Bill a peck on the cheek. He and Bill both froze. It was a habit, something they’d done all the time before the barn incident and not once since then. Daniel’s eyes were wide in panic and Bill just looked surprised before touching his cheek gingerly and smiling softly.

“Must’ve been some talk.” Bill muttered, sounding just a tad choked up. He’d been afraid to show Daniel any affection after that night, worried that his son was traumatized and afraid of how he’d react. The fact that Daniel hadn’t made the first move had only made Bill feel more strongly that he couldn’t handle affection but now he was getting cheek-kisses like that horrible night had never happened.

Quickly moving away from Bill, Daniel set the pan down on the stove and took some milk from the fridge and sugar from the pantry. He set those on the table and poured both himself and Bill a cup of coffee, filling up Bill’s cup but leaving himself room for his accessories. Bill liked his coffee black, but Daniel couldn’t stand to drink it without sprucing it up first. Putting the coffee pot back, Daniel gasped as Bill suddenly caught him by the elbow.

“Daniel.” Bill said firmly, able to tell something was wrong with his son. “Talk to me.”

Lower lip trembling, Daniel started to cry before he could try to compose himself and quickly found himself wrapped in Bill’s strong arms. Hiccuping on a sob, Daniel hugged his father back, crying for a bit before he found his voice. “I did somethin’ real bad last night, pa.” He whispered, voice cracking a bit.

Feeling a block of ice form in the pit of his stomach, Bill swallowed hard. “You can tell me, son.” He said softly, trying to sound reassuring but just sounding uncertain.

Hesitating for a bit longer, Daniel finally sighed and extracted himself from Bill’s arms. He took several steps away and kept his face down as he finally came clean. “I-I took advantage of you.” Daniel mumbled, hands fidgeting at his sides. “While you were drunk, I-” He broke off, covering his face with his shaking hands. “I’m a terrible son.” He whispered, gasping when he suddenly found himself in Bill’s arms again.

“I knew it.” Bill mumbled, tone hard to read. “I knew it, I just-I didn’t believe it.” He said softly, holding Daniel tighter when he tried to escape. “Son, I ain’t mad at you.” Bill said firmly, one hand pressed firmly into Daniel’s back and the other cradling his head. “I-last night-son, that wasn’t your fault, I-“

“You were drunk!” Daniel yelled, forcefully breaking out of Bill’s arms to look at him in shock. “You were drunk, pa! You couldn’t consent! I-I took advantage of you, you-you can’t take the blame for this.” He said, refusing to let his father believe he was at fault for the night before when it was Daniel who’d instigated everything and seduced Bill even knowing he was drunk.

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