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Prologue

How far would you go to see your name in lights, to realize your dreams of fame and fortune? When does ambition become obsession, and what will be the ultimate price? Where will it all lead, and most significantly, where will it end?

Their hands are all over me, many, many hands, some rough, others gentle. I lie on my back on a bed covered in red satin sheets, relishing the sensations of touch. I am nervous, yet I can feel my excitement intensifying. The set is full of men, every one a stranger, all in various states of arousal. Most of them are naked as they cluster around the bed, around me, and I shiver with anticipation, knowing they are all about to fuck me.

A camera light blinks from the corner of the set, the cameraman and several crew members hover behind it, but I try to ignore it as I concentrate on my work. I am a blue movie actress, porn star – call it what you will, and this is my very first gang-bang scene. I have worked with two men before, I’ve done plenty of threesomes with another girl and a guy, but this is new territory for me, and yes, I am scared to hell.

I close my eyes as fingers gently alight on my stomach, tickling and teasing as they trace up to my bra, moving in slow circles over the lace, pushing their way beneath. Another set of hands, rougher in touch, claw at the straps, pulling them down and exposing my breasts. I feel my nipples harden as they are licked and sucked. Many different mouths. Hands are prizing my legs apart, fingers probing the edges of my thong, some hesitant and teasing, others urgent, persistent. I can feel myself getting wet, an intense heat spreading from my groin to my stomach, my chest, my breasts. My pulse rate yalova escort is rising and I’m breathing rapidly as a stranger’s finger inches its way beneath my thong, circling my clitoris.

My hair is pulled roughly and I open my eyes to see a big, strong erection hovering an inch or so from my face. I open my lips invitingly and the stranger pushes himself into my mouth. I can taste his pre-come as he moves to and fro, groaning indulgently as I blow him. His companions have their cocks in their hands, coaxing them to extreme hardness. I groan as two fingers are plunged into me. Other hands are literally trying to rip my thong; I feel a sharp sting as the material snaps and I am completely exposed.

The cameraman moves in close, aiming carefully to capture every detail of my body. The man working me with his expert fingers crawls down the bed to lie with his face inches from my opening. I can feel his breath on me as he slides his fingers in and out of me. I close my eyes once again as I suck the cock in my mouth, flicking my tongue around the head, feeling it swell. Then suddenly, the man pulls away and another takes his place. A tongue begins to lap at me, teasing, flicking tantalizingly at my clitoris. I gasp, it feels so damned good. He works his tongue over me, and I know I must be so wet down there.

The guy between my legs suddenly lurches to his knees, laughing into the camera as he holds his fingers up. The digits glisten under the harsh studio lights.

‘God, man, she’s ready for us!’

Another guy moves between my legs, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he pulls me towards him, his cock red and hard as it bobs just millimeters yozgat escort from my pussy. It brushes against my clitoris several times and I shudder with anticipation. He moves in closer and his cock nudges against me, penetrating me with exquisite deliberation, inching its way inside me. He groans indulgently.

‘Oh Christ, that’s so hot and tight!’

I cry out too as he eases into me, further and further, then pulls back just as slowly. The other men move back to allow the cameraman access for a close-up. They form a circle around us, toying with themselves as they watch in increasing excitement. The stranger inside me pushes forwards again, agonizingly slowly, then abruptly withdraws.

‘I don’t want to come yet!’ He moves away from the bed, his cock wet with my fluids. ‘Jeez, it’s too good in there!’

He thumps one of his companions on the back and the guy steps forward, pulling me across the bed towards him. He plunges into me fast, frantic in his movements as he hammers me ruthlessly. His cock feels so different – they always do to me.

Another man pushes himself into my mouth, pins me down on the bed with his hands as I am fucked in a merciless, two pronged attack. I cannot move. I am completely at their mercy now. I am being used.

‘I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come!’ The man inside me cries out, hands clawing my thighs as he pulls me harder onto him. He makes no attempt to withdraw and grinds into me, filling me with his hot seed. He pulls out and other hands spread my legs as far as they will go. The cameraman leans in for a close-up.

‘Oh my God, look at that!’

The next guy is positioning himself above me, rubbing ankara escort himself against me, sliding into me. His is huge; I can feel myself being stretched open as he penetrates me. He fucks me slowly at first, working up a beautiful rhythm and I can feel myself approaching orgasm when he pulls out of me. I think he is going to ejaculate on my face, but he just wants to change positions. He moves me onto all fours, doggy style, and enters me from behind. He feels even bigger this way, stretching me wide open.

Another guy worms his way onto the bed, lying on his back, crawling beneath me. His fingers are on my clitoris, I feel his tongue exploring me. I gasp at the exquisite sensation, I am being simultaneously fucked and licked. The guy inside me starts to moan and I realize the man beneath us is giving us both head. I can feel him tensing inside me, his big, beautiful cock picking up speed and he grips my shoulders in an almost painful embrace. The tongue working faster now, I feel fingers pulling at me. I can only imagine how good this will look; a guy licking me as a huge cock glides in and out of my pussy, faster and faster, men all around us masturbating, awaiting their turn to use me. I feel light-headed and dizzy, close to orgasm, and I shriek like a wild animal as I climax, riding wave upon pleasurable wave.

The guy riding me yanks my hair as he reaches the point of no return, forcing my head back as he ejaculates deep inside me. I fall forward onto the bed, feel hands flipping me onto my back, exposing me.

Another stranger moves forwards, erection in hand, eager to fuck me. I want a breather, I want to stop for a minute and recover, but I’m a blue movie star. I have to keep going until all these men are done with me and the director calls it a wrap. This is my life, and it hasn’t been easy. It’s been a hard slog to get to where I am now. There have been times when I truly believed I wouldn’t make it, wouldn’t come out of it alive.

This my story…

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***Thanks for the feedback. 🙂 This part is longer than the other 2. I decided to combine what were originally Part 3 and 4 into one for a longer chapter.***

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Catherine was sorting laundry in the basement when she heard the doorbell ring. Who would be ringing her doorbell at 10am on a Saturday morning? Not one person she was willing to talk to came to mind. Besides she already had a relationship with God and knew who she was voting for in the next election. She ignored the bell and went back to her laundry. Was it really possible she owned this many clothes.

The real reason she did not want to answer the door was because she was not “door ready”. Her mother believed strongly that a lady dressed to accept guests even when planning to do housework. Catherine knew without a doubt that by this time her mother would be fully dressed, hair perfectly coiffed and lipstick on. Her mother would be so disappointed in the sweat pants and oversized t-shirt she had on. She had planned to spend the morning doing laundry and Catherine never understood why lipstick was a requirement for laundry.

The doorbell rang a third time interrupting Catherine’s thoughts. Clearly someone needed to speak to her. A sick feeling gripped her…John.

Calling the ride back to her car unpleasant was an understatement. The 10 minute ride felt more like a CIA interrogation He demanded to know who Matthew was and how they knew each other. What kind of relationship did they have? And he was obsessed with learning why he called her Peach. Catherine had never seen John so angry or jealous. She would be flattered if it had not turned her off completely.

Her answers of “friend from college” and “I tutored him in Calculus” didn’t end the questioning. Finally fed up Catherine told him she was in no mood to discuss this with him. Then she berated him for acting like a jealous jerk. When he was in a calmer mood she would answer his questions. If the fact he had not called, texted or emailed her in the past week was any indication, John was not in a calmer mood. But it would be like him to turn up at her door wanting to take her out to breakfast as if nothing had happened.

Catherine looked at herself in the mirror and fluffed out her Afro. Maybe her mother had a point; thankfully she had a bra on.

Catherine opened the door to find Matthew standing there.

He seemed surprised she opened the door. “Hi, I almost left. I didn’t think you were home. I brought bagels. You still love everything bagels, don’t you?”

“I was in the basement doing laundry.” Catherine made a mental note to burn this outfit. She was beginning to wish she had taken her mother’s “door ready” lesson more seriously. “What are you doing here Matt? And more importantly, how do you know where I live?”

“You are in the phone book. You are aware of that right?” Catherine was too stunned to say anything. He looked handsome in his royal blue polo shirt and jeans. At the coffee shop she hadn’t notice the fine lines around his eyes but still the same blue grey eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Can I come in? I won’t bite unless you are into that…still.” Catherine blushed. She unlocked the storm door and opened it. “I didn’t bring coffee because I didn’t know if you drank it any more.”

“I did last see you at a coffee shop, did I not?” Catherine smirked and then led him through the living room to the kitchen. He put the bag of bagels on the butcher block island. “No worries. Do you have a roast preference? I have a Keurig so it’s no big deal.” Catherine turned to get to mugs out of the cabinet.

Catherine tensed as she felt his arms around her. “Cat, I have wanted to do this since I saw you last week. I was so afraid I would never see you again and then there you were.” He squeezed her harder. “Peach, its ok. You can relax”

“Is it really?” Catherine turned around and looked at him. Matthew lowered his mouth to hers. Catherine had expected a teasing delicate kiss but no. Matthew pressed his mouth hard against hers. She parted her lips slightly and was met with his tongue. He pulled her even closer to him.

After 18 years, their bodies meshed well together. “I have missed you Catherine Sarah Miller” Cat raised an eyebrow “Well at least you remember my name. So what exactly have you missed about me? Could it be my views on world politics, my sense of humor or something more basic?” She reached up and bit his bottom lip.

His hands lowered until they were resting on her ass. “How is it that you are sexier than I remember? And as I remember you were pretty damn sexy then.” Catherine licked her lips and looked him in the eye. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her lips to his jaw and traced a line of feathery kisses from his chin to his ear. She licked his earlobe before biting it gently.

“Just getting better with age” she whispered in his ear. “But don’t worry I am still the naughty girl you loved so much” Catherine was rewarded with a slap on her ass.

Matthew brought his mouth back down on her. siirt escort He grabbed her ass and pushed her hips forward. He licked her lips. The suddenly he was licking her cheek.

Not only was he licking her but his breath was horrible. His breath smelled like dog breath. Catherine’s eyes popped open and standing on her chest looking down at her was her black Maltipoo Storm. She whimpered excitedly as Catherine opened her eyes.

“Morning Baby” she cooed. Damn those puppy steps she bought. Catherine turned over to check her phone. It was Friday and she still had 45 minutes before her alarm was to go off. Part of her wanted to go back to sleep but she knew the moment was over. Except for her hard nipples and the ache between her legs the moment was over.

Since seeing Matt at the coffee shop she had been successful in pushing him out of her mind. She had other thinks to think about differential dynamic systems, which housewife she liked the least and hockey playoffs. Matt didn’t make the list and neither did John.

Catherine pushed the covers back and got out of the bed. “Come on baby lets go tinkle.” She scooped up the baby and whistled for her other dog that was lying in her clean clothes. Catherine opened the back door and both scurried out.

Matthew Walker. It wasn’t like Catherine had been a virgin when she met him. But he had showed her things about her body she never knew. The feel of his lips on the back of her neck had sent chills up her spine. The feathery touch of his hands on her thighs made butterflies in her stomach. Sex with him had excited all of her senses: the smell of their arousal, the sight of his eyes darkened with lust, the feel of his hard body between her legs, tasting herself on his tongue and the sound of him moaning her name.

Lost in thought Catherine hadn’t realized she was rubbing her breasts through her nightgown. Matthew… The ache between her legs grew more intense. Catherine slipped off the nightgown. She kneaded her breast pinching her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. The sensation traveled to her throbbing clit. Catherine sat on the edge of the kitchen table.

She squeezed her thighs closed and moved her hips. She slid her right hand between her thighs. Slowly she traced her outer lips. She slipped her middle finger between her folds not shocked by how wet she was. She traced from the bottom to the top making feathering touches on her clit.

If it had just been great sex between them it would have made things easier. But Matthew had accepted her for who she was. Around Matt she was less guarded, more herself.

Her left hand guided her breast to her mouth where she sucked licked and sucked on her nipple. Her right hand continued its repetitive path between her inner lips steadily adding pressure. Catherine could feel her orgasm building.

She leaned back on the table and braced her feet on both sides. She slipped her middle finger inside and then slowly pulled it out. She replaced it with 2 and pushed them in as deep as they would go. She pulled them out brushing against her g-spot. Abandoning her breasts, her left hand began applying pressure to her clit. Catherine’s hips began to rock back and forth.

Her breathing increased and Catherine could feel the blood pulsing in her ears. She intensified her pressure on her clit. A thin sheen of perspiration was forming on her forehead. Her body was on fire. She continued the rhythm of her fingers alternating the pressure on her clit and g-spot. Catherine laughed to herself. She really was a naughty girl. Someone should spank her. The thought of Matt’s hand on her ass pushed her over the edge.

Catherine screamed, “Damn you Matthew Walker!” Her first orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave. Catherine felt slightly light headed and her breathing ragged. Her jelly like legs was of no use to her. She took in a couple of deep breaths. Catherine smiled to herself thankfully the blinds were closed.

After a hot shower and feeding the dogs, Catherine sat down on the edge of the bed. She picked up her cell phone and called her boss. “Todd, it’s Cat. I won’t be in today, I need a personal day. Have a good weekend, I will see you Monday.” Catherine hung up the phone and crawled back into bed. And for the first time in 18 years she cried over Matthew.

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Matt put in his headphones and started running. He loved the trail that ran along the river.

After last week’s highs in the 50s, spring had finally sprung in Northern Virginia. The day was perfect for a run, high of 75 with little humidity. He’d planned to be stuck in the office until late when an instant message popped up on Matt’s computer. “Two o’clock meeting cancelled. They will call Monday to reschedule. Enjoy your Friday afternoon?” Matt sent a smiley face back to his secretary and then began to power down his computer. His emails could wait until the weekend. After last week’s highs in the 50s, spring had finally sprung in Northern Virginia. The day was perfect sinop escort for a run, high of 75 with little humidity.

He could not remember a time when he was not running. His mother often joked he ran before he walked. Running had opened the door to a lot of opportunities including a track scholarship to Wake Forest University. He could still see his parents’ face when he signed the letter of intent to not only a Division 1 school but an Atlantic Coast Conference school too. The framed article from the local paper still hung in his parents’ den.

Thankful the trail was mostly empty; Matt decided to push himself today. Running had always been his therapy. He got lost in the rhythm of the run, the sound of his feet hitting the ground. When he was running there were no outside distractions. He could silence his mind and just focus.

Silencing his mind was more difficult these days. He hadn’t stopped thinking of her since the coffee shop. Matt was convinced she was everywhere he went. He would swear he saw her at the grocery store buying beer on Tuesday. The thought of Cat buying beer was outrageous, she hated the stuff. While sitting at a stop light this afternoon he swore he saw her pumping gas. His big fear was he would think every voluptuous woman in Fredericksburg with an afro was her.

Forgotten memories flooded back to him. When he closed his eyes he saw her at 20 chewing on a pencil while she explained differential calculations. The way she sighed when he kept making the same mistake over again. Or how she beamed when he got it right. The feel of her arms around him when he aced his math test. He remembered her smell, the taste of her skin and the sound of her voice when she called his name. But the image that haunted him late at night was the pain in her eyes the last time he saw her.

He rounded a curve in the trail. He knew he needed to slow down his pace if he wanted to last much longer. John rushed her out of the coffee shop so quickly they hadn’t had a chance to talk or get her number. But more importantly he wanted to hold her. To tell her how sorry he was, how wrong he had been. To see if she still hated him. But no John had announced they needed to go and led her out the door.

It was then fate had stepped in. “Sir, here is another coffee on the house. If I remember your order correctly, it was half caf with skim milk.” The young barista handed him a new drink. “And don’t worry about the mess, we will clean it up. So you know Dr. Miller?”

“Dr. Miller?” Matt raised an eyebrow. “Oh you mean Cat? Yes, we were college friends. I didn’t know she was in Fredericksburg.”

“She’s great. I took Calculus from her and it was a great class. I just wish she was full time; I would love to have her as an advisor. I am Kelly by the way. And like I said, move to a new table we will get this.”

Matt had taken Kelly’s advice and moved to a new table. He’d switched his email off and opened Google instead. He entered “Catherine Miller, PhD and Mary Washington University”. And he hit pay dirt.

She was listed on the faculty page of the math department. With a brief bio:

Catherine Miller:

-Undergraduate Salem College, Master Degree North Carolina State University, and Doctorate of Philosophy in Applied Mathematics Duke University.

-Completed Fellowship with Department of Energy.

-Currently employed as scientist with Department of Navy, Dahlgren VA and Associate Professor of Mathematics Mary Washington University.

He next found an article that she has helped write while at Department of Energy in the Journal of Applied Mathematics. Matt read two lines and knew it was out of his league. Next he found an article about minority women in Math. Cat’s work with Department of Navy was highlighted. There was a brief article about her. It included the statement “I went to college to be a math teacher. Someone told me that I was too smart to limit myself; my brain and talent could change the world. I chose to believe them and here I am.”

Matt remembered that night very clearly. She was questioning him about his plans post-graduation pushing him to look at graduate school. Matt was lucky to make it through four years of college he wasn’t going to push it with graduate school.

“Matthew I need you to get serious. Graduation is in 7 months. What are your plans after crossing the stage?” He looked up from the bed. She was standing there in his blue bathrobe wet from the shower.

“Catherine, the only thing I know for sure is you really need to put on clothes if you want to have a serious conversation. Besides, what about you? What are your plans post-graduation?” She sat down on the bed and looked at him.

“No, I am only a junior. This is my year to play. I don’t need to get serious until next year. Besides I will graduate and then get my teaching certificate. I will have a job by August. Math teachers are in high demand.”

Matt grabbed her waist and pulled her to him. He nibbled on her ear before leaving şırnak escort a trail of kisses down the back of the neck. He whispered in her ear, “Now I know we need good teachers but you are limiting yourself. You are one of the smartest and sexiest women I know. Properly applied that brain can change the world” He slid his left hand in her open robe and cupped her left breast. His squeezed it before pinching her nipple hard.

Matt continued his feather kisses down her neck as is right hand slid between her legs. She was wet. Catherine pushed his hand away and stood up. She slid the robe off her shoulders. “Guess I am not going to church today”.

Matt shook the memory from him. Accompanying the article was a very professional picture of her in a navy suit with pearl earrings and pearl necklace. Matt had to look twice that couldn’t be the necklace he gave her. But his heart knew it was. “Every Salem women needs a set of beautiful pearls” he said as he fastened them around her throat. If she had kept that maybe she didn’t hate him.

Matt had already run two miles. He slowed his pace down. Running is what had brought her into his life. Matt was good at a lot of things but math was not one of them. Unfortunately math was a graduation requirement for Wake Forest and even worse the class had to be taken at Wake.

After failing his first exam, his track coach suggested he find a tutor ASAP. If his GPA dropped then he would be benched. And if he couldn’t bring it up then he would be off the track team and out of a scholarship. No Matt did not have any intentions of going back home and graduating from the local college. He was determined to graduate from Wake Forest and if it took a tutor to do it, then a tutor he would get.

Meredith a girlfriend of one of the guys on the track team had suggested Catherine. She had helped her pass her math class and lived on the same floor. Meredith said she was sweet, shy but very smart. He’d call and she agreed to help him for a fair price. They set up a date and time to meet her on the third floor of the library at Salem.

Based on what Matt had heard about her he was not expecting the woman whom he met there. Catherine had a melodic voice with a definite southern lilt. He had pictured a petite woman with her hair pulled back in a bow. And white. Matt could admit to himself based on her voice Matthew had assumed Catherine was white.

No he was not expecting the 5’10 voluptuous pecan complexion girl who was sitting on the couch. She looked up and flashed him a dazzling smile. It made her face light up and her eyes sparkle. “Matthew Walker?” She stood up and extended her hand “Catherine Miller, your math tutor.”

Catherine was professional, cordial and brilliant. No calling her brilliant was not an understatement. Catherine began by reviewing the test questions with him to see where he was in his learning. If she was overwhelmed by how little he knew, she never showed it. An extremely patient tutor she explained the problems over and over until it began to click. Her confidence in his abilities was contagious.

Matthew had been coming for tutoring 2 times a week for three weeks before he got Catherine to reveal anything about herself. There were sitting quietly while he worked on his homework problems “Does everyone call you Catherine? Or is that my special name for you.”

She closed the book she was reading for History class. “It’s either Catherine or Cat. I don’t like Cathy but that is what my mother calls me. My mother loved Wuthering Heights. I personally can’t stand the book.”

“Any nicknames?” Catherine shook her head no. “My family is not the nickname type. What about you?”

“Everyone calls me Matt. In High School they called me Hoppy because I run hurdles. But no other nicknames either. Your mother is right Wuthering Heights is a good book. It’s the best of the Bronte sisters. Don’t believe the hype on Jane Austen.”

Catherine raised her eyebrow. “Despite popular belief I am not majoring in track but English. I have a fondness for British authors. I think if you read it without the lens of it being your mother’s favorite book you may enjoy it. ” Catherine smirked at him.

“Now that I have had an English lesson, let me check your math problems.”

Matt reached the end of the trail or the beginning as it was one loop. He stretched out. Matt didn’t notice the women who were watching him as he stretched his quads and hamstrings. Matt never had a problem getting a woman’s attention well except for one.

Matt checked his watch. He had time for another 3 mile loop.

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After a 4 hour nap…is it really a nap if you go back to bed at 6:30am…Catherine decided to enjoy her day off. She started with a cup of coffee on her screen porch. The weather was exceptional. The grey rain clouds had been chased off by the sun. The sun’s warmth had pushed away the early April chill.

Catherine resolved to find Matthew. They needed to lay the ghosts of the past to bed. Then she must sort out her situation with John. Catherine pulled her phone out. Why waste her time with Google and Facebook when she knew people. After 8 years with the navy she had more than one friend in military intelligence. She sent a quick text to her friend “What will it take for you to find someone for me?”

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When I woke up, I was alone in bed. The previous night’s events came flashing back into my mind almost immediately.

‘Shit, what the fuck had happened,’ I thought anxiously.

I smiled to myself as I grabbed Rob’s pillow and buried my face into it. I smelled his scent on the pillow case. It was soothing and kind of hot too.

I remembered how good it had felt to kiss him….to let my horniness take over and to finally have sex with him. I still felt good about it and I wasn’t even trying to deny the fact that I had loved what we’d done. Yet, I was having trouble wrapping my head around the fact that I had actually had sex with him. Had it really happened?

It also felt incredibly satisfying to know that I had been right… he was indeed gay and he did have feelings for me. I wasn’t imagining anything and I loved the thought that if I wanted to have sex with him again… I could. It was both terrifying and very enticing.

I lay in bed for a long moment and tried to remember every little detail of our conversation and of what had followed. Since Rob didn’t seem to be coming back into the bedroom, I reluctantly got up and wondered if, maybe, he had sneaked out of bed on purpose. I was feeling a bit groggy so I went to the bathroom to take a leak. Then I stepped into the shower, my mind still fixated on Rob. I could only focus on one thing… the sex… the amazing sex and the fact that he had given me the best orgasm I’d ever had from a blowjob. My dick rose to attention but I barely touched it. The thought of having to face Rob soon without quite knowing what to tell him or how to explain my feelings was beginning to scare the shit out of me.

After letting the hot water spray over me for what seemed like an hour, I stepped out and went back into Rob’s room to get dressed. At least half my clothes were in his drawers because I’d spend the night at his place so regularly.

I headed down the stairs and found him in the kitchen, having breakfast and reading the latest NME magazine as I had done the previous night.

It wouldn’t be far from the truth if I told you that we learned pretty much everything we needed to know about rock in that magazine. Back then, we read about the latest groups, sometimes without even listening to their music, just trying to follow their career and to immerse ourselves in the rock scene. Reviews in NME were so well written that even if the groups were bad, they managed to make you hear the music, make you vibrate with the lyrics and the message they conveyed. We were so excited about the whole rock scene! We totally loved it because the teenagers that we were could easily identify with the kind of lyrics that they sang. It talked to us because we felt that the changes we were going through in our life were mirrored in this music. This weekly magazine was our getaway, we could totally lose ourselves in there, dreaming about what it could be like to live like them, wanting nothing more but to enter that world ourselves.

It was Saturday, and apparently, we were the only two people in the house.

“Hey you’re up,” he said as I walked into the kitchen.

“Yeah,” I just responded.

“How you feeling?” he asked.

“Fine. Why didn’t you wake me?”

“I don’t think you would’ve appreciated it if I had.”

I sat down at the table and poured some cereals into a bowl. I wasn’t looking at Rob but I could feel that his eyes were on me.

I decided to break the silence as I stood up to get some juice.

“I can’t wait for tonight,” I said, feeling butterflies in my stomach.

We were to play in a club in Dublin. We played in Dublin every weekend, mostly on Saturday nights in pubs, so we were used to it. We had been doing that for the past eight months or so, and we had a few dedicated fans already. Our performances were often uploaded on Youtube by some of them and we were receiving a lot of support and great comments. We were starting to get noticed.

This gig was a bit different though. It had been scheduled for weeks and we had been rehearsing hard to be ready. It was not going to take place in a small pub as usual, but in a club.

“Yeah, me too. I’m a bit apprehensive though. There’s gonna be a lot of people tonight. I’ve been trying to hold back the nerves since I woke up!”

“You’ll be great, you always are.” I told him sincerely as I sat back down. “Don’t be too nervous, alright, we’ll do fine. We’re ready for this.”

He gazed at me with a smile, with those eyes…

“Yeah, I can’t wait to try out “Clocks”,” he said. It was a song we had recently written and that we still hadn’t played live.

I nodded. “No one will know if we mess it up,” I said with a small laugh.

“We’ll know,” he said softly.

I shrugged lightly and then I looked at him. He watched me. There was an intensity in his eyes.

“Well, at least, it takes my mind off last night,” he said confidently and somewhat flirtatiously.

I held his gaze and what I saw was hope, and anxiety…. But mainly hope that I’d stop acting trabzon escort as if nothing had happened between us. I felt so nervous about having to talk about it. I didn’t dare mention it yet. I still didn’t want to overanalyze my feelings or to try to understand what was going on with me and what it meant about my sexuality.

I hesitated briefly but asked him, “How d’you feel about it?”

“Me?” he teased. “What about you?”

“I asked you first,” I responded with a smirk.

He let out a small laugh. “Honestly?… I wanna do it again … and again… and again!” he told me seductively.

I smiled, feeling a bit uncomfortable that he was flirting with me, but enjoying it nonetheless. I placed my hand behind the back of my neck and rubbed it as I sighed, “I’m so confused.”

“I know you are,” he said sincerely as my eyes locked onto his.

“I know that you don’t even think you’re gay,” he said, “but you did want to have sex with a guy last night…with me… Fuck, even I’m confused.” He breathed. “I’m not sure what’s going on in your head right now and what it is you want out of this.”

I looked down at my bowl of cereals as I said, “Neither do I…”

I took a deep breath in and added, “all I know is that…,” my eyes met his again, he looked impatient to hear what I was about to say. “…. I …. I wanted us to… do stuff last night… and I’m not sure why,” I sighed and passed my hands over my face. “ugg, I keep feeling like this around you, and it’s just driving me nuts.” I let out a huff as I tried to explain my feelings to him. “I need to talk about this. And it seems like you’re the only one I can talk to.”

He let out a small happy giggle. “I can’t believe this. You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve wanted to get it on with you.”

“Fucking hell,” I said with a small chuckle and buried my face into my hands.

He laughed. “I didn’t think you’d be interested in like…experimenting…”

“I don’t even know what it is I want,” I mumbled in frustration.

“How long have you been feeling this way,” he asked cautiously.

“Dunno, a few weeks,” I admitted. “Since you began dodging all my questions….” I began saying.. “and just from the way you’ve been acting…”

He looked up at me with a smirk.

“You’ve been very… let’s say, tactile with me…,” I said.

“Ugg,” he smiled awkwardly. “Mark, you’ve been staying over so much lately, it’s fuckin’ hard to not let anything on…”

I watched him and he looked at me with a bit of lust that made me feel good and gave me an adrenaline rush.

“I can’t go out by myself when you need to stay here, besides I wouldn’t want to if you’re here and I’d never say no to you, ever, but you know sometimes I . . .”

I nodded.

“So…like… last weekend, when you asked me if I was staying over at Rachel’s after the gig,” again, he didn’t let me finish.

“Mark. I didn’t mean… I just needed to spend some time without you…”

“Why, where’d you go?” I asked him, curious to know where he was going without me.

“I… I went to ‘Euphoria’ last weekend.”

“By yourself?” I asked curiously.

“Not for long,” he responded suggestively. I lifted my brows with a nod and wondered how many guys he’d been with.

Then he spoke,

“Look, I’m not gonna lie, I go there all the time,” he explained, “it’s a great club and it’s fucking easy to get in and pick up a guy. I just go to their place.”

“So, that’s what you’ve been doing then, when I’m with Rach?”

“Well, yeah… if I’m not with you, then, yeah, that’s what I’m doing…,” he said with a light suggestive shrug. “I’d rather be hanging out with you and doing what we did last night, but you know, if you’re gonna be with her…”

I didn’t know what to say but I was too curious not to ask. He didn’t speak for a moment so I spoke,

“So, how many guys have you been with exactly?”

He chuckled.

“I dunno, do you expect me to keep count?”

I shook my head.

“Look, I don’t want to freak you out. But…,” he said hesitantly. “shit,” he let out a huff. “look, it doesn’t matter how many times I’ve tried… I can’t…. I’m not interested in them. I don’t want to be their friend, or their fucking boyfriend… because, well, at the end of the day, you’re really the only one I want to hang out with and I just can never get you out of my head,” he admitted wholeheartedly.

“Ok,” I merely said.

“I’m not looking for a boyfriend…,” he paused before adding, “unless it’s you.”

I took a deep breath and for a second, my eyes left his. I couldn’t believe he was saying all this and I felt overwhelmed. He sensed it and spoke quickly,

“Mark, I’m only going out clubbing without you guys ‘cuz, well, you know…,” he said with a chuckle.

I let out a laugh. “Yeah…”

He laughed too.

“I mean, come on, sex is great, I love sex, sex is awesome!” he exclaimed playfully. “But…, fuck,” he breathed out and we looked at each tunceli escort other. I felt the same overwhelming feeling. “What happened with you… it meant so much more to me…’cuz…” he waved his hand softly at me, “it’s you. And I don’t know what it meant to you,” he said hesitantly, “if it was just that, sex, that’s fine, but…,” he sighed and didn’t finish his sentence.

He didn’t need to, I had understood the message.

After a moment, he spoke more seriously,

“Look, if you need to talk, we can talk. I’ll always be here to listen if you need to talk…. Or whatever else it is you wanna do with me,” he smiled.

I didn’t respond immediately and I must have looked nervous because he added with a concerned tone of voice,

“Mark, I really want you to know that I meant everything I told you last night. I…I,” he muttered. “I do love you,” he confessed sincerely again, “for so many reasons. And yeah, I want us to be more than just friends… but if that’s not what you want, it’s alright. I know I can get over you, as long as I don’t lose you as a friend. You mean the world to me. I know we can accomplish great things together… and with the guys… and I won’t jeopardize that by… I won’t take that risk. I can’t…”, he sighed. “I can’t take the risk to lose your friendship. If you don’t want anything more to happen, then I swear, I’ll back off.”

I nodded.

“But,” he continued before I had time to say anything. “to be totally honest with you, I’m afraid… I’m afraid it might be harder to get over you if we…. I don’t know if I’ll be able to…”

I let out a self-conscious chuckle and then I stared at him, even more confused about my feelings. I didn’t know what to tell him, so for a moment, I just stared down at my bowl of cereals and said nothing as I tried to process everything he’d said. I couldn’t find the right words. I finished my breakfast, lost in my own thoughts. Then, I stood up to put the bowl into the sink and I stayed there.

He came up behind me and gently placed his hand on my shoulders. Then he hugged me from behind and I enjoyed feeling his chest pressed against my back. He felt strong and I was loving it. We didn’t move for a moment.

“Are you ok? Do you regret what happened?” he asked me.

I slowly shook my head no. “I loved it last night. I told you, I wanted it to happen. I’ve wanted it to happen for a while,” I admitted to him. “I just, I don’t understand why I feel like this. I never thought of myself as gay…even before last night I didn’t. But now, I just don’t know.”

“I told you, you don’t have to put a name on it, not yet.”

I turned around to face him and he let go of me. “I have no idea what’s going on with me.”

“It’s ok, you’ll figure it out… what it is you want. I can help you figure it out…,” he said, clearly meaning that doing stuff together would help me sort out my feelings.

“Rob. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

We were silent for a few seconds. As I watched him, I started to feel those urges again. There was something different in his eyes. He looked beautiful to me. I didn’t know what he was doing to me, but the more I was looking at him, the more I was seeing him in a different light. Knowing that he loved me and that he wanted me was changing my whole outlook, as if it suddenly allowed me to acknowledge how attracted I was to him.

“I don’t mind getting hurt,” he said softly and with confidence.

He took my hand in his and rested his chin on my shoulder. We didn’t speak a word. He started kissing my shoulder very lightly through my t-shirt. Then, he raised his head and we looked intensely into each other’s eyes. I moved my head closer to his and he brought his lips to mine.

We kissed gently at first. Then, the kiss got longer, unbroken by either of us. I parted my lips and his tongue slid into my mouth.

Like the night before, Rob started to take control. He pulled me closer to him, one hand behind my neck, the other on my lower back, and started kissing me more deeply. God, he was so fucking good at that. It felt like he was trying to consume me, like he wanted to melt into me. He kissed my lower lip and sucked on my tongue, and I did the same to him. He kept squeezing me to him and all I wanted to do was to give myself to him as much as I could. All my doubts and questions didn’t matter at all anymore. His kisses were too exhilarating, hot and intense.

He pulled back and whispered, “God, I love kissing you. I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to feel like this,” he told me. I could only moan.

“I love you,” he murmured as he kissed my cheek, my response was to press my lips against his again.

He kissed me back with a smile but soon pulled away and looked around,

“We can’t stay here, let’s go upstairs.”

I nodded and we quickly ran up the stairs and entered his room. He immediately locked the door behind us and stepped close to me. He placed his arms under mine and brought his hands up to my shoulders and he kissed zonguldak escort me full on the lips, which caused my cock to get harder and become uncomfortable in my jeans. We both moaned, wanting each other badly, and he began to nibble at my neck. He let go of my shoulders, put his hands on my hips and they quickly found their way up my back, under my t-shirt and he pulled me toward him. We kept kissing, it was so intense, I could hardly move, we were both breathing hard.

He pulled up my t-shirt and I decided to stop letting him be in control. I did the same to him. I placed my hand on his pec and gazed at his tight chest as I let my fingers run down his stomach. Both my hands reached for his jeans. I surprised him a little by pushing him closer to the bed. He sat on the edge while I pushed his jeans down to his ankles and started chewing on his underwear. I knew I was providing just enough stimulation to turn him on like crazy and all he could do was moan.

“Oh fuck,” he sighed. He fell onto his back and put his face into his hands as I began rubbing his already very hard member through the fabric of his underwear. I teased him a bit before slowly pulling down his boxers. I gripped his cock gently, teasingly, and I stroked him for the first time.

We had never really been in the habit of ‘I’ll show you if you show me’ but I was spending all my time at his place, so of course I had seen him hard before, just not in such a situation. His cock looked a lot like mine, about seven to eight inches, not circumcised, a little bit thicker than mine…and it was beautiful. It wasn’t particularly veiny; his balls were drawn tight to his body and he trimmed his pubes and I couldn’t help but find the sight in front of me just beautiful.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to blow him just yet, but I felt ready to try. I began by stroking him with a nice rhythm and kissed his stomach, loving how hard it felt, loving his well-defined abs, loving feeling his hardness against the palm of my hand, and again, wondering why I was this turned on by him, all of him.

I continued my journey up, and licked his right nipple, remembering how I had loved it when he had done it to me the previous night. I bathed it with my saliva and pulled on it with my teeth and he squealed with delight. I did the same with the left one. He was moaning, his eyes still closed, one of his hands was in my hair. I felt his dick throb in my hand, and I felt the urge to lower my mouth onto it. I didn’t think twice and did just that.

I began licking the head. My tongue played with his piss slit for a second and then I wrapped my lips around it. I rapidly took more of him in my mouth and I was surprised by the softness of his hard member against my tongue. I was enjoying having him in my mouth, so I began taking more of him and slowly bobbing my head up and down, while holding the base. He was so hard that precum dribbled out his slit and as I licked it, I loved the taste of it, I had never tasted my own, and I felt like I was discovering everything about his body. He didn’t move and let me play with him, he could feel that I was enjoying it. He broke the silence though when I took him into my mouth again and engulfed him almost to the base.

“Oh man, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard,” he moaned.

I could tell he was really trying not to shoot at this point as he had a look of pure concentration on his face.

“Oh please, don’t stop,” he begged.

I didn’t intend to. I started sucking him faster, pulling back sometimes to lick the head and to work my tongue under the short foreskin and taking him down to the base again, tightening my lips around his pole. I had never done that before but I found myself knowing exactly what to do and loving it too. With my left hand, I started playing with his balls, pushing a little on his sphincter and after a short moment, he yelped and moaned,

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum!”

I pulled my mouth off his cock and jerked him fast. He got rigid and I watched as a river of cum began drenching his chest and stomach. His body was jerking, his eyes were closed and he was squeezing the sheets in his hands and moaning. I just grinned seeing how lost he was in his own orgasm and quite proud that I was doing this to him. When he finally relaxed, I took his chin between my fingers, he panted and slowly opened his eyes. He smiled and placed his hands on each side of my face before kissing me.

“Did you enjoy that?” I teased.

“Fuck, it feels so damn amazing with you, everything does!”

I smiled and he asked,

“Did you feel ok doing that?”

“Well, I did it, didn’t I?” I replied, “First time for everything….. look, I don’t know what this means, but yeah, I liked it … a lot,” I admitted.

He grinned at me, beaming, and in one quick motion pushed me on my back and attacked my neck and my smooth chest. He ran his fingers all over my skin, marveling at my body. His fingers were soon replaced with his lips though.

He frantically unzipped my jeans, pushed them and my underwear down, finally letting my cock free, and undressed me completely. He then slowly kissed his way up my left leg to the inside my thigh. He licked and kissed and moved his way up to my balls. He was making me shiver with anticipation and when he licked them and took them in his mouth, I moaned,

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I am not sure how he did it, but Warren managed to get away for a three-day weekend, and he is on his way to the Coast. I already set my alibi as a lonely weekend fishing at the beach, as my wife hates camping in the RV anywhere there is sand. So I have the motorhome ready for an adventurous weekend, and I’m already waiting, set up on the beach, well south of the public fishing pier, back by the dunes in an area known to folks that want to be away from the crowds. I am sitting outside, enjoying the not too hot, not too cool fall weather, knowing that he will soon be joining me.

There is not a camper or tent within hundreds of yards, but I use my binoculars to get a good look at the folks that come into view. I see a few barely dressed couples, as well as a few adventurous nudists, strolling along the beach close to the surf. A few cars have also slowly driven past, headed both north and south, obviously seeking out their own private piece of the beach.

While I sit under the awning in the shade, I see an older gentleman walking along the surf line by himself, just leisurely strolling along in a speedo swimsuit. I casually pick up my binoculars and take a gaze up and down the beach. My objective is to get a better look at the guy, and as I bring him into focus, I am surprised at the impressive bulge I can see in his way too small swimsuit. I get caught up trying to get a better look, then see his hand come down and rub his cock through the suit. As I lift the binoculars up to look above his waist, I see him staring directly at me, and he smiles, and waves.

With the binoculars still pressed to my eyes, I raise my other hand and gave an awkward wave, and he turns and slowly crosses the sand toward my RV. As he approaches, I set the binoculars down and adjust my small hard cock in my shorts. I stand as he arrives and reach out to shake hands as I invite him to join me for a beer.

He introduces himself, “hi, I’m Greg, and I could really go for a cold beer!”

I reply, “nice to meet you, everybody calls me Zukker.”

I get him a beer from my cooler and we enjoy the cold brew and continue to look each other over. He tells me he is here from San Antonio for the weekend, has a truck with a camper about a mile back up the beach. He smiles and adds that he is all by himself this trip. I let him know I am a local, just enjoying the great weather, but that I was anxiously awaiting the arrival of a friend when I noticed him strolling by.

He assured me, “when your lady friend arrives, I’ll certainly make myself scarce, unless…,” and he winked at me.

I told him, “I hope your aren’t too disappointed to hear that my friend is another guy, but we are both on a little get away from our wives,” as I returned the wink.

His eyebrows tilted up as he said, “the offer to either depart or stick around still stand.”

I smiled and said, “I’m sure Warren and I can find a way to fit you into our weekend plans.”

With that hanging in the air, Greg settled back and asked for another beer. As we waited, we had a few more beers and he continued to search out clues about what Warren and I have planned on this lonely stretch of beach. At one point he asks if we are planning to do any fishing, and I let him know that this rendezvous is more about “relaxation” and we did not really have any set plans. Thinking he has a better idea now, he tells me he was recently widowed, and that this was his first real trip off on his own. I offered condolences that he acknowledged, then after a pause he looks up right into my eyes, he says he wasn’t sure where this might be going, but he suspected that we were up to the kind of “relaxation” that he had often thought about but had always been too shy to engage in when he was with his wife and family.

He looked into my eyes and said, “I am interested in expanding muğla escort my horizons, basically, I’m willing to try anything.”

I laughed and said, “nice, and anything can certainly be a fun word,” and I continued, “when I saw you strolling down the beach in that speedo, I was very impressed as well as very interested.”

I told him that Warren and I had gotten to know each other online, about a month ago, we had finally gotten together in my RV up in his hometown. Like him, we had never done anything like that before, but we had already tried a few things we really enjoyed.

Greg tells me, “I just bought that suit, and I had never worn anything like that in public. I found out about this place online, decided to give it a try, and was hoping the speedo might help me attract some attention.”

I stood up staring down at his hard cock in his speedo and said, “It worked.”

Standing there with my small hard-on obvious in my shorts, I asked Greg if he would like to see the inside of the RV while we await Warren’s arrival. He stood, the impressive bulge pressing against the tight suit, and I dared to reach out and give it a quick, tentative, fondle. I then reached for his hand and pulled him toward the RV door. As we stepped inside, I quickly give him a look around tour, and he asked to use the restroom.

While he is in there, I remove my shorts and tee, and completely naked, I sit back on the small couch, and wait for him. When he steps out, he still has on the speedo, and he comes over to the couch and stands in front of me. He is staring at my naked body, especially my small hard cock, and I am not sure if he is as thrilled as he was when we came inside the RV. I reached out, my hands on his hips and pulled him closer as I leaned forward and kissed his speedo covered cock. I nibbled along the impressive length of the shaft through the swimsuit and he moaned loudly.

I realized yes, he is thrilled, obviously anxious and excited and he pushed his speedo down his legs and his amazing cock sprung up from its confines and hit me in the nose. I reached behind him and held his ass, pulling him towards me as I engulfed the head and slowly tried to swallow his 8-inch-thick cock. I moved back to the head, swirled my tongue around it and tasted his copious pre-cum leaking into my mouth. It was sweet and inspired me to take him deeper for several strokes. I then held his long shaft up and licked his balls, then ran my tongue up his shaft to the large purple head as I watched Greg’s eyes flutter. I asked him if he is OK and he nodded and smiled.

I felt his hand move to my shoulder and my mouth opened again to take him deep. The velvety head of his beautiful cock felt wonderful on my tongue and I began to bob my head up-and-down on his hard shaft. I wanted this, I needed this, and obviously, he did too. His moans let me know my mouth felt good. I resumed trying to deep throat the biggest cock I had ever seen or touched, and he put his hand on the back of my head as he slowly and comfortably began to fuck my mouth. I was happy to be his replacement wife for now, happy to be the first guy who got to suck this awesome cock. I realize, once again, that I absolutely love being a cocksucker! My hands still grasped his smooth muscular ass, and he pumped his cock quicker and deeper into my mouth as I held on to his ass. I would occasionally have to back off when his big thick cock gagged me and as it was out of my mouth, it would give me a chance to keep him on the edge.

I asked him, “you like that? You like fucking my throat?

Greg just nodded and moaned letting me know we were right where we needed to be. I held his cock in my hand while licking his balls. He just stood there moaning as I jerked him off. When I took his cock deep into my throat again, he put his hands muş escort on my head and began pulling my mouth onto his shaft. Realizing he was close, I started licking and sucking his cock as if there were no tomorrow. I really wanted my first taste of cum, and from his pre-cum, I was sure it would be awesome. I could feel him begin to pulse, so I went all the way down as far as I could, and his cock head tickled my throat.

A warm gushing flow filled my throat and mouth. I pumped his cock with my mouth and made sure that none of his sweet nectar was spilled. Greg screamed out, and I am sure they could hear him up and down the beach. I continued to slowly pump that beautiful cock until I had drained it completely.

His cock was softening and becoming sensitive in my mouth, so Greg eased back, and his cock plopped out of my mouth and dropped down toward his impressive balls. He turned slightly and sat with me on the couch. I knew it was the right time, and I pulled his face to mine and planted my lips on his. He looked shocked, as he had obviously enjoyed getting his cock sucked, but was not sure about the intimacy of kissing another guy. I pressed on and drove my cum covered tongue into his mouth briefly. I sat back and laughed at his unease, then looked toward the open screen door as I felt my first lover, Warren, take that first step up.

He stepped inside, staring at the two naked bodies before him, and said, “What the fuck?”

I replied, “no, not yet, just a blowjob.”

I then popped up off the couch, and said, “Warren, this is Greg, we just met on the beach.”

I stepped toward the door and hugged him, driving my tongue into his mouth as we shared what remained of Greg’s cum in an amazing kiss.

I told him to make himself at home, and Greg got up and looked around for his speedo. Warren was very impressed with the equipment Greg was packing and he continued to stare at his naked body as he searched the small space. We all ended up shuffling around as Warren moved toward the bed in the back, and Greg & I headed for the door.

The other guys seemed surprised that I was not bothering with putting on clothes, but they did not bring it up. As Greg and I stepped outside, I looked up and down and our area was indeed deserted.

Greg and I talked where this might go from here. I invited him to move his camper from up the beach to join us, and his eyes lit up. He awkwardly reached for me, and I pulled him into a hug. I gave him a quick kiss, but then noticed he had closed his eyes and was pressing into me to continue with a much more intimate kiss.

After a few intense moments, we separated and in an Arnold accent, said, “I’ll be back!”

He started jogging back up the beach. I watched his amazing physique grow smaller as he hurried back get his camper to move closer to us. I felt awesome. I love being naked outside and loved that I can still taste the first load of someone else’s cum I’ve had in my mouth.

I looked around and could see another couple slowly approaching as they walk down the surf line. Once again, I picked up my binoculars, and slowly scan the beach toward the south, then in front of the RV and finally focus on the couple. They are mature, probably in their early 50’s. She is topless, and her huge tits are bouncing as she walks. My cock starts to respond, and I lower the binoculars and set them back on the small table. I continued to watch as they got closer, and then noticed they are both looking my way and waving. I am shocked that I am not embarrassed by my own nudity, and I wave back.

Horny from sucking off Greg, and knowing what awaits inside, I turn to go back in the RV and close the door behind me. As my eyes adjust, I see Warren is sitting completely naked on the corner of the bed, lazily stroking his thick cock nevşehir escort to hardness.

I lick my lips in appreciation of his thick cock but ask him, “hold that thought,” as I duck into the bathroom for relief and to get clean & fresh.

I noticed that some of Warren’s clothes were on the floor of the shower stall, so I knew he had done the same for me. I quickly washed, all over and under, and I am ready for whatever he has planned for me. I headed back out and quickly slid past him and settle behind him on the bed. I snuggled up to him so my cock and balls were pressed against his ass as I reached around and took over stroking his cock. I leaned into he and kiss the back of his neck.

He then starts, “so, tell me about your friend.”

I told him the whole story of how I met Greg, as I continued to stroke him as well as rub his chest and belly. I told him that the best part was that he was on his way to get his camper and move closer to us.

“Warren, you are going to absolutely love his awesome cock! And his cum. Lots of very tasty cum!”

I then mentioned that at this point, we probably have time for a quickie before Greg gets back, but then we should all go for a swim and fix some dinner before it gets dark. He stood up quickly, turned and faced me, and asked me to turn around so I was lying on the bed with my cock pointing at the ceiling and my head positioned at the edge of the bed. He moved closer and I grasped his cock, rubbing it on my head, pressing it to my eyes and nose, then pressed it against my lips.

I bent my head back and opened my mouth to take it inside. As he pushed into my mouth, he leaned down and began stroking my hard cock. He then dropped into a sixty-nine as his cock filled my mouth and pressed against my throat. I felt his lips open as my cock pushed into his warm mouth.

He began to rock in and out, starting to speed up as he is fucking my mouth. I tensed up, as my cock cannot take the sudden stimulation, and I squirted cum into his mouth. I wanted to apologize for cumming so quickly, but he continued to fuck my throat like a man that has not had a good fuck in a month! With my cum in his mouth, he eased back off my cock and continued his powerful thrusts into and out of my mouth.

I reached back and grabbed his ass, pushing my hand into his crack and pressing until my finger finds his tight hole. As I pushed it in, I knew he had lubed it up in anticipation of my finger or my cock finding its way inside him. He responded to my finger’s invasion by pumping his cock faster in and out of my face. I rubbed his ass and toyed with his tight hole as I finger fucked him.

From his reaction and constant moans, I know he is close. After a few more pumps, I feel him stiffen and press deeper into my mouth for one last thrust as he shivered and announced his orgasm. Somewhat disappointed that he can’t deliver any cum, but knowing that Greg would be back soon, I was hoping for another load later. Warren finally backed off, I sat up on the bed, and he slowly eased himself down to sit by me. We wrapped an arm around each other and turned to enjoy a sensual kiss.

After about five minutes, I say we should go for that swim, so we can get back and cook up some dinner before the sun sets. As we head for the door, he asked about swimsuits.

I gestured toward my nude body and tell him, “I’m wearing mine, but since this isn’t legally a nudist beach, I’ll grab us each a towel we can wrap up in in case the police or a family with kids show up.”

We headed outside and found our part of paradise completely deserted. We started jogging down toward the surf and dropped the towels near the water’s edge. The water is still very warm and inviting, and it feels good to be enjoying the fresh air and total nudity.

We wade out until our cocks are under the water, then I pulled him toward me for a nice cock to cock hug and a kiss.

I asked, “do you know what tonight is?”

After a few guesses, I grabbed his cock and squeezed it, saying, “it is not only a full moon, but it looks like Greg just got back!”

To be continued…

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Servicing Sara, Part 3: and Traci

“So, Brock, will you do it?” Sara’s voice said over the phone.

What was I going to say? No? Here was easily the most gorgeous woman I had ever met, asking me if I would help out with a girl’s night she had planned. About a dozen or so women that Sara knew would be at her new place for the evening on Friday, and she was hoping that I’d tend bar and generally clean up so she could spend most of her time socializing with her friends as opposed to spending the whole night rushing around playing hostess. I was half hard just thinking about it, and it took me about two hot seconds to decide to help her out. Sara gave me the details on how to get to her new apartment, and what time to be there, and following that, said good bye and hung up.

I sat there for a moment and counted my blessings. Sara was easily turning into the most exciting woman I had ever met, so this wasn’t a hard decision to come out and help her tonight. I looked over my wardrobe to figure out what would be best. After only a couple of minutes, I picked out a gray dress shirt and black cotton pants. I quickly showered and cleaned myself up, and before too long, I was dressed and ready to go. I killed the remaining time until I had to be at the apartment by going over my bartender’s bible, familiarizing myself with some of the more popular cocktails, and some simple shooters. I laid the book on my coffee table and headed out to Sara’s.

As I drove across town, my mind drifted back to the two memorable trysts I had had with Sara, first with Sara and my friend Steve in a threesome, and the second, just her and I on the beach. The memories were rather vivid, and I had to shake myself back to the here and now as I almost hit a Nissan. The remainder of the drive took me across town, and it took me a couple of minutes to find the right building. Sara greeted me at the door to her place, wearing a beige top and mini-skirt, classy yet sultry. She gave me a smile and a french kiss that made me momentarily forget why I had come over, and then showed me inside to her new place. I was immediately impressed by the layout and the stylish décor. Spacious and cozy at the same time, she had a knack for putting the right picture or decoration in the right place, and gave the place a very warm and inviting feel.

I headed to the kitchen, which was separated from the living room by the breakfast island that I would be using as the bar for the night. I checked Sara’s supplies in the kitchen, and finding her to be well prepared for the night, I started setting up, laying out glasses, cutting limes and lemons and the like. Sara for her part was doing the final tidy up, lighting some vanilla oil in a diffuser, and making her living room the ultimate place for a dozen girls to have a good time.

Just as I had about finished getting my bar finished, there was a knock on the door. Sara answered it, and ushered the first couple of her guests for the night into the apartment. They exchanged pleasantries and the girls looked around the place, and commented on the bartender standing at the ready. I smiled as they looked over at me, and continued to finish setting up the bar. Over the next forty-five minutes, Sara ended up continually answering the door until there were a grand total of thirteen women inside the apartment, besides Sara.

I was very impressed with the look of the crowd. The law of averages would say that there would have to be at least one of the fourteen women in the apartment that I wouldn’t find attractive. The law was wrong, as every single woman there was pretty, and had a figure I couldn’t find fault with. I couldn’t believe my luck and there were way worse ways to spend a Friday night; this sure as hell beat watching cable and eating chips, which was my initial plan for the night.

One of the women in particular caught my eye. A very, very pretty young lady with long blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a gorgeous figure that was both voluptuous and tight at the same time, encased in a lacy top and leather mini-skirt, her toned calves accentuated by the heels she wore. When I wasn’t making drinks or looking at Sara, my eyes always seemed to drift to lace-top, and I made a mental note of where she was at all times.

I was fortunate that for my meager bartending skills, the orders I took were not too difficult. Most of the ladies wanted something simple: a jack and coke, a seven-and-seven, a bloody mary, etc. Sara seemed to have a good idea what her friends liked as I didn’t have to go without in terms of supplies for too many of the drink orders. I did a general clean-up, clearing glasses and plates and keeping the place tidy. I caught Sara’a eye as she was talking to the girl in the lace top, and she had something of an enigmatic smile at our eyes met. I looked at her for a long second before one of the guests playfully slapped my ass and made some lewd comment that I didn’t quite catch. I gave maraş escort the stock answer I had in mind for the night, “Hey, no fraternizing with the help.” That elicited another comment that made me roll my eyes as I carried the glasses back to the kitchen. I now had confirmation of what I had heard before: women were as bad as men. I got back behind the bar and busied myself doing some re-stocking.

When I looked up from my cleaning, I saw the woman in the lace-top standing on the other side of the bar. She had a strange demure smile on her face as I asked what I could get her. She leaned on the bar, resting her chin on her middle finger, looked up at me and said, “How about a Screaming Orgasm?”

It wasn’t so much what she said, but they way that she said it, coupled with the look she gave me, a smouldering, seductive stare that gave me a slight shiver. I was a little caught off-guard, but regained my composure fast enough to respond with a smile, “Sorry, sweetheart, I’m out of pineapple juice. Anything else I can do for you?”

Lace-top gave me a sideways glance and said “Crown and ginger, please.” I kept my eyes on her as I prepared her cocktail, and she looked right back into my eyes the entire time. There was an electricity between us as we stared at each other, and I breathed deeply to retain my composure. Passing the drink to her, she took it and started to walk away, then looked back over her shoulder to say, “Too bad you couldn’t help me out with my first order. I always tip well.”

Again, it was the tone of her voice that told me she wasn’t taking about a cash gratuity, and my jaw dropped at her comment. I stood there for a moment like a gaping idiot before I gave my head a shake, poured myself a shot of Crown, and knocked it back. I watched lace-top walk away, and exhaled a long breath. She had it going on.

The rest of the night was pretty uneventful on my end. None of Sara’s guests got out of hand or fall-down drunk, but everyone seemed to have a great time and generally enjoy themselves. Without many messes to clean up or emergencies to attend to, Sara was free to have fun with the rest of her guests, and I just sat back, poured the drinks, and took in the lovely sights inside the apartment.

As the night drew towards a close, the guests slowly started to trickle out. I looked over the last few stragglers, quietly wishing they would hurry up and go so I could be alone with Sara. Lace-top was still there, and I kept checking her out as I cleared the last of the glasses and dirty dishes. I turned and went into the kitchen with the plates and glasses, washed them in the sink, and started taking down the bar. As I had everything pretty neat and tidy anyways, I was almost finished when I heard Sara say, “Okay, good night, and have a safe trip home,” which was followed by silence.

Believing to be alone with Sara now, I looked up, and frowned immediately in seeing one guest still left behind: Lace-top. I groused a little under my breath as I washed the sink, and finished my cleaning, silently cursing the lone remaining guest for still being there. I looked up to see Sara and the woman walking hand in hand towards the kitchen, and as they arrived in front of me, Sara stood behind Lace-top.

“Brock, have you met Traci?”

I smiled, “Umm, Crown and ginger, right?”

Traci giggled a little, and Sara continued, “Well, Brock, Traci is a good friend of mine. A VERY good friend of mine, and I’d like you two to get to know each other.” With that, Sara brushed the long hair off Traci’s neck and placed one long, sweet kiss just below Traci’s ear. I leaned back against the counter-top, unable to believe what I was seeing as Sara’s hands ran over of Traci’s lace top as she placed more long lingering kisses on the side of her neck. Traci moaned lightly, and tilted her head to the side, accepting Sara’ affections, while Sara’s hands slid over Traci’s breasts, rubbing softly and slowly.

I watched silently, not wanting to interrupt, as Sara started to make love to this beautiful creature in front of me, and my cock hardened completely as I watched Traci turn her head, bring her arm around behind her to the back of Sara’s head, and draw Sara into a deep passionate kiss over her shoulder. I saw Sara’s hands squeeze Traci’s breasts as the passion from the kiss consumed her, and find Traci’s nipples through the fabric of her top. Both women moaned into each other’s mouths as I saw both tongues play with one another, and I couldn’t help but give my cock a squeeze through my slacks.

Traci broke the kiss, and turned to me, beckoning me to come closer. Entranced, I did exactly that, and Traci met me in a powerful kiss, holding my head and sliding her tongue into my mouth, taking my breath away for a moment. I felt her hand come down and grab my shaft, making me gasp and kiss her harder. Opening my eyes and glancing over her shoulder, I saw Sara stare mardin escort at us with a look of lust and anticipation. I ground my shaft against Traci’s hand, as my own hand came around back of the two ladies, grabbing Sara by the ass and pulling her against Traci. Sara responded by nibbling on Traci’s ear, sucking the lobe into her mouth and sliding her hands up to Traci’s shoulders to the spaghetti straps of her top. The straps started to slide down Traci’s upper arms before she broke her kiss with me, pulled away from Sara’s mouth and led us by the hand to the couch.

Sitting between Sara and myself on the couch, Traci took one of our hands each and placed it on the straps to her top, and let us tug them down, until the bodice of her top peeled away from her perfect breasts, the lovely pink-capped orbs exposed and begging to be touched. I bent my head and sucked one of the delicious nubs between my lips as Sara leaned over and resumed kissing the lovely lady between us, caressing Traci’s other breast, while her free hand cradled Traci’s head. My tongue ran in circles over Traci’s nipple, feeling it harden as I licked, and I listened as both women made little noises of pleasure, my eyes opening to see Traci caressing one of Sara’s breasts in turn.

I covered Traci’s nipple with my mouth, sucking the whole of it into my mouth, my tongue feathering the tip of the nipple, and I watched from below while the ladies tilted their heads, deepening the kiss, their lips locked tight together as their tongues danced. My hands moved on their own it seemed, and slid up Traci’s thigh just under the hem of her mini-skirt, and was rewarded with her thighs parting, inviting me to go higher. I pulled my hand away from Traci’s leg, and grabbed Sara’s hand from the other breast, guiding it down to Traci’s upper thigh. I heard Traci gasp a little, her thighs parted even more, and Sara and I responded by tracing our fingers slowly up Traci’s thigh, pushing up Traci’s skirt all the way, exposing her panties; a white lacy, flimsy g-string that didn’t hide much. Sara’s hand glided lightly back and forth along Traci’s thigh, right beside her pussy as I played with Traci’s panties, rubbing them over her mound, drawing the g-string up between her lips. I started licking along the inside of one thigh, feeling her legs open wider, inviting me to their center. I resisted, keeping up my tease, closing my eyes and licking along the full length of Traci’s thigh.

I reveled in my closeness to her for what seemed to be forever, before I opened my eyes and looked up to see Sara’s top gone, the cups of her bra pulled down, and Traci’s mouth fastened to one of her nipples, her lips covering the dark pink nub, and Sara’s head thrown back in ecstasy. I watched Traci pleasure Sara for a couple of long moments, before I moved my head all the way between her legs.

I pulled Traci’s panties to one side, looking at her neatly trimmed pussy, seeing it glisten with her wetness, smelling her wonderful aroma. Extending my tongue, I licked ever so lightly on her labia, tasting the nectar that had seeped out of her sex. I slow increased the pressure of my tongue, roaming about between her thighs, dipping my tongue inside of her, then lapping at her clit, then beside her pussy at her outer lips, up and down along her thighs, until I felt her hands at the back of my head, holding me in position with my mouth directly over her clit. I closed my eyes yet again, and drew her clit between my lips, sucking on it while one of my fingers found its way inside her, feeling her ample wetness surround the digit. I couldn’t help but start pumping it into her, slowly fingerfucking her as my mouth released her clit and I languidly licked on and around her button.

I opened my eyes again to see Sara watching me eat Traci, meeting her gorgeous green eyes, seeing them glazed over with lust, her breast still being ravaged by Traci’s mouth, as the pretty blonde made love to the offered breast. Sara smiled a little, slid her hand down Traci’s body to her pussy, and deftly spread her netherlips, opening them and pulling Traci’s clit hood back, completely exposing it to me. I responded by flattening my tongue and giving her clit several long slow licks, looking up at Traci as I checked her response.

Traci ‘s hips bucked immediately, and she pulled away from Sara’s boob for a moment to moan and gasp, before regaining her composure and leaning up to kiss Sara. Traci’s hips started undulating as she humped my face, riding my tongue and my finger, and moaning softly into Sara’s mouth as they kissed. I licked Sara’s fingers a little as she held Traci open for me, and winked at her before turning my full attention to the sex of this wonderful creature beneath me. I lapped at Traci’s clit rapidly and hungrily, using mostly just the tip of my tongue on the top of her clit, sliding a second finger inside her and was rewarded by feeling Traci’s hand mersin escort on the back of my head, pulling my hair and simultaneously pushing me towards her wetness. Her hips gyrated and bucked as her passion increased and I felt her hand pushing me harder against her, now hearing her moaning getting louder and longer, hearing my name in them as I continued my onslaught on her snatch, trying to keep up with her as she ground on my face.

I looked up to see Sara bend her head and capture one of Traci’s taut nipples into her mouth, and felt an immediate reaction, as Traci’s thighs clamped onto my head, her hips lifting off the couch, her moans turning into cries as her orgasm started. I maintained my affections on her pussy while she came, licking more rapidly, fluttering my tongue on her clit as she rode my face through her climax. Her moans as she came were so arousing I found myself completely hard, and when her body settled and relaxed, slumping back down on the couch, her legs spread wide wantonly, the expression on her face saying she was satisfied, yet wanting more, I was more than ready to oblige.

I positioned Traci so she was lying length-wise on the sofa, and kneeled in between her legs. I took my shaft in my hand and slowly poked it against the entrance to her snatch, easing myself inside. Sara came down off the couch to lean against me, her hand on top of mine as I held myself, pushing my member deeper into Traci, turning my face to kiss her while her hand was wrapped around me. Traci spread her lovely legs wider, and moaned so sweetly as I slid all the way inside her that I swear I thought I was going to cum right then and there. It took everything I had to compose myself, and start thrusting into her, her warm wet pussy conforming to my shaft, and immediately I started feeling that tingle in my groin. Knowing I wasn’t going to last long, I was determined to make the most of it, kissing Sara deeply as my rod pumped inside Traci, my tongue delving deep into one blonde’s mouth as my shaft slid even deeper inside the other blonde.

Traci’s impossibly long legs wrapped around my waist, clenching me, and I responded by raising myself onto my knees, lifting Traci’s hips off the couch as I held her waist tightly. I continued slamming my cock as deep as I could inside her sodden snatch. Sara kissed me with an even more fervent passion as her hand came down to finger Traci’s clit and rubbed it while I impaled Traci on my shaft. As I kissed Sara, I looked down at Traci, her face locked in an expression of absolute rapture, her full breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust of my member into her.

The visual coupled with the sensation was far too much for me to hold out any longer, and I arched my back, throwing my head back, my mouth wide as, with a gutteral shout, I came like I never had before, my seed shooting deep inside Traci. I heard her cry out in ecstasy as she felt my cum warm her inside, and felt her pelvis slam against mine as she milked my cock of all its juices, her hands on my abdomen touching and feeling my six-pack before they came around my waist and held me tightly while I came ever so hard.

I wanted to lean forward and kiss Traci deeply, but I was completely spent, and collapsed onto the arm of the couch behind me. Through half lidded eyes I looked at Traci, her legs still spread with my cum seeping out of her, her chest heaving, so absolutely sexy. Sara smiled, smoothed her hands along Traci’s firm body, and lowered her head between Traci’s legs, licking our combined juices out of the other blonde. I watched Sara eat Traci’s hot snatch, watching the white droplets of my cum disappear as her tongue bathed Traci’s pussy, then wriggled deep inside her to gather as much of my cum as she could. After she had licked as much of my seed as she could she looked at me with a brazen smile. I smiled back at Sara, by way of a thank you, but she just looked at me blankly.

“I hope you don’t think you’re finished.”

I was a little surprised, as usually I’m done after an orgasm, especially after one like that. Sara, however took Traci and I by the hand, and led us, although weak-kneed, to her bedroom. She lit a couple of candles and peeled off the rest of her clothes as I sat at the head of the bed and Traci at the middle. I looked Sara in the eyes, so attracted to her, but then down at my now softening cock, and wondered if it was more than just decoration for the rest of the night. Sara then came back to the bed, laying her head down on the pillows beside me and with her lower body down by Traci, she then cupped and caressed her breasts, playing with her ample tits, teasing the nipples into hardness, all the while looking me right in the eyes.

She finished pinching the nubs into hardened peaks, and then smoothed her hands down along her body to her wetness, immediately slipping two fingers inside herself. I saw her close her eyes and her jaw slacken as her fingers quickly pistoned in and out of herself, hearing the liquid squishing sounds of her fucking her sodden snatch with her digits. Traci had moved in closer, having stripped off the rest of her clothes, her face just inches away from Sara’s sex, watching her play with herself, kissing Sara’s inner thigh.

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I’m really lucky…I have hippy parents who had good business sense. We grew up comfortable, on the fringes. I got a great education, decided on some business classes and finally earned my massage and physical therapy degrees. My parents semi-retired from the Chinese supplement import business. I took over and maintained my practice on evening and weekends: I could afford to see only the clients I wanted.

I’m easy going about my sexuality. I’ve had a couple of steady gal friends; we’ve had both exclusive and open relationships. I don’t go out of my way for sex with guys, but occasionally a stud catches my fancy. Usually just blow buddies or three ways with a gal.

I get to the office and work, get to the gym daily. Get to travel a lot. Like I said I’m lucky.

One of my regular massage clients, Mr. Dean emailed me; he had an employee who got stuck with a shitty job: working under the crawl spaces of 50 houses that weren’t up to code. Sam Bender had to spend his days on his knees or back tearing out ducting and replacing barriers and ducts. He had complained it was destroying his back. As a bonus Mr. Dean was paying for a massage weekly, if Bender showed up.

He was CC’ed on the email. I invited Sam to contact me to schedule a massage. In a private message follow-up Mr. Dean told me he was covering for $200 sessions, four a month. That was way above my usual rate, but I would just work longer on Sam. He didn’t reply to the email. I wrote it off.

A week later I saw Mr. Dean for a PT session. He was livid when he heard that Sam hadn’t contacted me. He got Sam on his phone right away. Sam said he’d schedule tomorrow for next week. He did, for late in evening. I put it out of my mind.

Late Thursday afternoon I was at the gym squeezing in a cardio; I was pumped. Some dickhead chained their bike, blocking in mine. I was gonna be late for Sam’s appointment. I texted him; I spent 25 minutes finding the dork who owned the bike. He was a roid-head and ugly to interact with. As if I put him out interrupting his grunting workout to get to my bike. I dashed to the office.

I saw a pickup with Mr. Dean’s logo in front of my studio. A cap and wild blond curls, sun burnt neck was all I could see. I rode up from behind. I saw Sam had earphones on. As I came up from behind, he didn’t see me, he was watching something on his phone. I caught a glimpse: porn! A blond gal was getting face-fucked by a huge cock. Not my scene, but still kind of thrill to catch a dude watching porn.

Sam jumped and glared at me until I apologized and introduced myself. As he got out of the truck his ragged Carharts were tented from watching porn. It didn’t bother me, really. Sam was cold to talk to, monosyllables and nods. It turned out he had only planned on an hour tonight.

We went thru the usual Q&A, and formalities. I left him to undress and when I came back realized he had pretty strong foot and body odor.

“Come straight from work?”

“Yup! My life sucks right now. My back is killing me. Going to work all weekend too.”

It was the most he’d said in a sentence.

“Since you’re only getting an hour today, come in this weekend for another…and you can use my shower first next time ok?”

“Whatever.”

He was one of the stiffest and most unresponsive clients I’d ever had. I don’t think he relaxed at all. After about 50 minutes, I checked in with him.

“Sam, you’re not really enjoying this are you?”

“Dunno. Never had a massage before. Can’t stop thinking about the hell I’m going thru tomorrow at work.”

“You’re pretty fit…you work out? Let’s change things up and meet at my gym first. Burn off steam then come here.”

“No. Don’t have time.”

I left it alone. He did schedule for Sunday evening.

I was in the loft office when I saw him pull up 20 minutes early on Sunday. He sat in his truck. I could just lean out the terrace and spy…he was watching porn again, by the way he was groping his package. My switch flipped ‘on’.

I texted him that I was in office, he could come early. I saw him pause the video and respond. He stretched hard on his way out of the truck. I opened the door for him. The sun was just going down. I had no lights on yet. I tossed him a towel and said, “Shower first, you stinky bastard.”

His eyes flashed and a sideways grin split his stony face.

While he was showering I thought it thru: my parents had raised me to be kind and loving. Everything about Sam crystallized into the thought, he thinks I’m weak. I heard the shower door close and the side door to the treatment room open and close. I knocked and opened it to see Sam leaning on the table, looking at his phone wrapped in a towel.

I patted the massage table and held up a sheet. He maneuvered under it and dropped the damp towel.

As I adjusted the sheet low on his back and folded it up over his knees his phone beeped. I handed it to him. He texted quick and turned it off.

I saw an opening, “Hot date texting ya?”

He looked back at me, “Yeah, some bitch I bang sometimes…can’t get to her for a kütahya escort week yet…”

“That’s a long stretch…guess that’s what porn is for, huh, buddy?”

“Fuck yes it is…”

I felt his shoulders soften just a tad under my grip. I kept up the banter. I felt him breath easier under my hands as I worked his ribs and oblique’s.

“How about you…who are you tapping?” That was the first spontaneous question he’d asked of me.

“I got a couple gals; I can hit ’em whenever I want…” I got under his pec to work shoulders and traps…”Haven’t hooked up yet in a few days…actually took a porn break at lunch today…edged for a while upstairs in the office.”

“Niiiice.” He flattened when I released his arm. I was getting him to relax. The hour was up. He hadn’t turned over.

When I commented he said it wasn’t a problem, he felt he was getting the hang of this. I told him to take his time, I was gonna do paperwork upstairs. Something told me he was at least semi hard under his belly. I made a show of putting hand lotion on as we touched base about his next appointment. Wednesday, he said, for 90 minutes that time.

I stepped out and went upstairs to the loft office. I could lean back and see the door. I turned off the ceiling fan. Sure enough the wet sounds of Sam jacking off were clear.

One grunt was all he let slip. I knew then I’d get him…

Wednesday I worked out just before our 8:00 appointment. I wore only a wife beater and track pants as I met him in the parking lot. He went right to the shower.

This was different. He was talking foul, bitch this, cunt that. I kept up with him. When 45 minutes had passed I had him flip over for the first time. Not obviously hard, but full and lengthy his cock made a nice silhouette under the sheet. He only moved a little when my dick rubbed his bicep.

I got to work up his knees and lower thighs. He asked, “You screw your gal this week yet?”

“Naw…”

“Ah. Too bad…”

“But she came by and blew me on Monday.”

His abs clenched in surprise. “Here?’

“Oh yeah…perks of owning the place…”

“Man that’s hot…my gal’s being a snatch…won’t spread for me…”

I leaned over his thighs to adjust the sheet. He didn’t shift at all.

“Yeah man, she was hot for my cock…just dropped right to her knees and bobbed away…”

“Fuck yeah…” he looked at me for the first time…made eye contact…and grinned. I shifted around to stand over his head, working his neck shoulders and pecs. His nipples popped hard after a couple of grips. I reached over his face to pick up his ribcage from the backside. I arched him up off the table with each pull. When he caught his breath, it was the deepest firmest work I’d done on him yet, the sheet had slipped down to the top of his pubes, which were trimmed short.

I made long sweeping motions from his shoulders; down his abs. each down stroke put my crotch closer to the top of his head. I took the plunge and pressed my cock shaft against his curly wild blond hair. He didn’t move. I kept it there while deeply working his upper abs and then his six-pack.

He sighed for the first time.

I had him. I had him. I felt more competitive and aggressive than I’d ever felt with a guy.

“Roll over again. I’ll get your hammies, before we wrap up…”

As he started to move, I intentionally fumbled the sheet…getting an awesome look at his floppy cock and fuzzy butt cheeks. He had the light blond fuzzy down on his ass and upper thighs that you could barely see. I folded the sheet up to just below the curve of his ass. This was the most exposed he’d been. I rocked his torso back and forth a few times…he was moving with my gestures, a sure sign he was relaxing. I started on his calves…he grunted as I dug deep into the cords of his calf muscles.

“So…she just dropped by for the cock, huh?” his voice was muffled by the face support.

I made long sweeps then up his legs, stopping before the crease of his cheeks and thighs.

“Fuck yeah, dude…it was amazing to just sit back and be cock worshipped…” I lifted his left foot and stretched his leg up a bit to access the front of his quads. When I set his leg back down I set it at a wide angle. I did the same to the right leg. “She and I were moaning so load…I got all sweaty from it…”

I now had clear view of his balls, taint and asshole. I don’t think he knew how vulnerable he was just then. As I kept up the deep gripping motions on his calves, I moved around to one side to roll one thigh in my hands.

I laughed a bit…”I don’t usually talk to my clients about my personal life…”

“Its all good man, it helps me relax…”

“Cool…”

“So you got hot and sweaty, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah…it was a blow job that was almost a work out…I stripped off everything…flopped back and just rode her mouth…”

I had his right thigh in my grip and leaned over to work his left…pushing my pube and shaft against the right thigh. I could see his taint starting to malatya escort swell abit…he was getting hard. I didn’t say anything…just focused on making down thrusts on his upper thighs, I knew it was pressing his boner into the table…

“I just let it rip too…blasted all over the office. It was epic.”

“Fuck yeah, dude…love doing that…”

I swatted his shoulder. “Alright stud…we’re outta time…I’ll be out front…take your time…” I set the oil and lotion down with a thump.

“Thank, dude…I feel fucking great…”

He leaned up on his elbows as I backed out of the room. I stood next to the door. I heard him jump off the bed and the sudden sounds of the lube on his cock awoke all my instincts. Next time, I was gonna push him further…he grunted and gasped when he came. I was sprawled on the waiting room couch, my package on display…it was where his eyes landed.

“All relaxed stud?”

He blushed a little…”Yeah…see you Sunday?”

“Of course…looking forward to it…here’s hoping your gal warms up again…mine just cancelled tonight’s hookup…that’s a shitty text to get at the end of a long day…”

“Happy porn jacking!” He grinned again and we moved towards the door. The lock sticks a bit and he couldn’t open it. I reached around him and pressed against his back.

“Yeah, fucker…see you Sunday.” I murmured in his ear and earned another blush, but he didn’t shy away.

I let him out and went back to tidy the studio. As I tugged the sheets off the massage table…Sam’s blue plaid boxers fell to the ground, on impulse I reached for them…the cum stains were only slightly cool and all over the soft flannel…I laughed aloud and that’s when I noticed droplets on the carpet and the door frame…it got my hard…I tugged my cock out…I pulled and pulled…I got myself breathing deep…I shook all over and squeezed out a fat drop of pearly pre-come…I wrapped his boxers around my cock and kept myself just on the edge. I tossed them in the cupboard. I’d be sly and give them back to him without a comment…see his response. I edged for the whole night off and on.

The next day while making love to my gal, I told her I wasn’t going to come…I told her I was edging for a major seduction. She came and came while I ate her and told her about Sam. I was major crushing on him…I edged for the next couple of days.

On Sunday, I pulled all the linens into the laundry, and set his boxers on the counter next to the massage table…and turned up the heat in the studio. I texted Sam telling him I was going to be late, at the last minute, as I was finishing a run.

Wearing only thin running shorts glistening I came up behind the truck. Sure enough Sam had porn on his phone. He didn’t rush to blank the screen; I got an eyeful of a huge cock sliding deep into a shiny pussy. Sam had on a T-shirt and basketball shorts. He grinned at me, flashing his look at my abs and pube. I was breathing deep from my run.

“What’s up, fucker?” I pulled open his truck door…he had one leg of his shorts pulled up to toy with his cock.

“Chillin…trying to relax…my bitchy girl fucking dumped me, the cunt…she called me over to tell me shit, like, “you’re too rough…you don’t listen to me…you’re too big…”

He glanced down at his crotch.

“Hung like a fucking horse, aren’t ya?”

He blew out a breath, “Yup. I wanted to be balls deep earlier this weekend. Then my fucking stepdad made me host my cousins for a stupid wedding…I haven’t had any damn time to myself all weekend. I got to the gym…chased pussy online, now here I am…”

“Well, fucker…I got your back…for 90 minutes anyways…lets get you on the table…” He rolled his eyes at my pun and followed me into the studio.

I locked the door and pulled the blind. “I gotta shower off…how about you?”

“Yeah, I rushed from the gym…”

I kicked off my running shoes, “it’s just us guys…mind if I jump in first?”

“S’all good…buddy.”

“Oh fuck me! I forgot to turn on the drier!” I pointed to the laundry. Only a couple of hand towels were on the shelf. My sideways grin was brightly reflected by Sam. I turned on the shower and stripped my wet shorts down, standing sideways to Sam. He toyed with his phone but had one eye on me…

“I’ve been outta sorts all fucking day…a buddy of mine is coming in town…he surprised me with a video we made with a hot chick in Hawaii…seeing it again after all this time…damn…she could fuck…she took all the two of us could give…”

“Holy fuck…you’ve got a video of a three way? Damn that’s like a total fucking wet dream of mine…”

“Ha, if it were just up to me or my bud I show it to ya…but the gal made us promise not to share it…but I’ll tell ya all about it if ya want…just between us…”

“Fuck yeah…dude, anytime…ya shitting me? I crave swapping stories…none of my pussy guy friends have the balls…”

I stepped outta the shower stall, and left the water running…”Your turn…rinse off, ya kinky manisa escort bastard…” My cock was swaying as I moved.

I dabbed off with the hand towel, it wouldn’t wrap around my waist. He didn’t hesitate, and was bare-assed in a couple of swift moves. He was pumped from the gym, his shoulders and biceps were veined…his pecs were pointed with his nips erect. He slid past me and showered off fast.

“I’ll find some jeans or something to put on…” I was dawdling…putting some lotion on my arms and calves.

“Whatever you’re comfortable in…Its really warm today…I love the sticky heat…”

I thought he might say that. I had an old pair of yoga shorts…they were almost better than naked because they outlined my cock and were nearly sheer. Sam rubbed vigorously with the small towel as I led him into the massage room.

I’d turned on some different music…it sounded mellow and usual for massage…but the sounds of sex, of moans and slapping flesh was mixed in the background…Sam sat on the table, the hand towel draped over his pube and top of his thighs. I grabbed a dry towel

“Sorry I fucking forgot the laundry…I’ve had the image of a ravaged pussy and two cocks in my head all day…”

I tossed him the dry towel and slapped his lower back. He lay down on his belly and before he settled he reached under him and adjusted his dick. For a moment he was bare assed and super sexy on my table, “Au natural there, huh stud?”

He laughed and tried to cover his ass with the towel. I stepped over and folding it in half got it to cover the round curve of his peachy fuzz bubble butt. I closed the door and the light went near dark…”more light or are we cool?”

“S’all good,” he allowed his body to roll side to side under my pushes, “these tunes are incredible…what’re they?”

“Hmmm…” I was making broad sweeps over his back and shoulders…almost to the tops of his butt cheeks, “My buddy of the three way made this mix…it’s us in the background…”

“The same threeway? Fuck! Damn that’s hot!”

“Naw actually an orgy we were part of, about 16 people…”

He spun to look at me, incredulous. I nodded and pushed his curly head back to the face support. It was warm enough that his skin was still tacky from the shower and beginning to glisten with sweat. I really dug in then…deeply working muscle and tendons on his back, arms and shoulders to where I was sweating too. He kept his silence except for occasional grunts and sighs as I released tensions all over his torso. I finally got him to take a real massage.

I said as much. He shook his head a tiny bit…”Holy fuck dude…that was in-fucking-credible!”

I paused to get a drink of water, offering him a drink too…his eyes fell on his wadded stained boxers…he grinned and lay back down.

“I’m loving the heat too…jealous you’ve got only that thin towel over your bits…”

He didn’t respond, I rolled the legs up to my hips and folded the waistband down to expose the base of my cock. I was completely shaved…I leaned over his head to make broad sweeps down his back. He rolled his neck once; he made contact with my cock this time. I didn’t back away. I had him almost pinned under my torso…my hands were gripping his hips…I lifted and felt him moan under me.

“Sam? Stud? Roll over for me alright…let me get your neck from here…” I leaned up to allow him room…he rolled and I fumbled the towel. He was half hard…a wet stain on the sheet was matched by a glistening trail on his navel…I moved to pick up the towel from the floor, he caught sight of my barely covered pube…he shrugged.

I let the towel drop and slid my shorts off.

He said, “Bastard…fucking give up the story…”

“I’ve been thinking…I got another video we made…some stripper in Thailand…I’ll show it to you…but…”

“Naw don’t worry man, I won’t tell…”

His cock gave a small twitch…mine was filling out too…dangling, bumping against him…

“Easy, ya horny fucker…I was gonna say, if you show me one of yours…its only fair.”

He looked at me…”I’ve never made a video with anyone…”

“Aw, too bad…” I dug into his neck and shoulders…his face met my belly a few times as I leaned over him…

“Well…I’ve done solo stuff…but that’s not the same is it? Not fair is it?”

The foul mouthed rough exterior was almost gone…

“Hell, who these days doesn’t have selfie porn?” I had his hips in my hands reaching from over his head…I pulled up on his pelvic bone, made his back arch…the head of his cock had a droplet of pre-come. I moved around to his side, reaching around under his hips, deeply pushing into his glutes from the opposite side. That put my hands, my swinging cock, and my body heat level with his privates.

“Tell ya what…ya prick…we’ll exchange solo vids after this session…on a couple of conditions…”

“OK…what?” he was lost in my hands…I moved onto his quads…more that once the backs of my hands rolled against his swelling ballasck.

“One, tell no one, never share the vids, two…no more false pride in here…its just us…drop the foul language…three, we don’t need to be shy…its just like in the locker room…like right now” I stopped moving his quads and my cock was pressed against his thigh…he opened his eyes and on eye contact, swallowed and nodded.

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Chapter 3 – Good dates. Bad prospect

Edie also was the next girl to get a ‘date’ based on passing out our business cards to about thirty limousine drivers she talked to at the airport — ‘Sensations’ on one side, and her first name and cellphone number on the other. She thought it might be a long shot, but one day not soon after she got a call.

“Hello, is this Edie?”

“Hi. Yes, it is.” Her voice was friendly and encouraging, inviting follow-on conversation. She’d rehearsed along with her roommates how to answer so each of them had the ‘right’ sound.

“My name is Martin Powell. My limousine driver gave me your name and number. I’m in town for a special dinner and I need a gorgeous young lady on my arm. The driver raved about your looks, and said you were a redhead. Can you tell me about yourself? I love redheads.”

In her best southern drawl and sounding sexy as all hell, Edie told him, “I am a redhead with freckles, of course, about five-four barefoot, twenty-one, and my stats are 37-25-38, but I am told all the bumps and curves are in the right place with the right shape. I’m a student at the University, and I hale from up north outside of Atlanta. I like to have fun, enjoy tennis and golf when I have the time, and I love to swim and walk on the beach. Now, what about you?”

Martin said, “I’m mid thirties, have a thing for redheads as I said, and younger women such as you. I’m a golfer too, but most of my time is spent running my own company — we make special watertight containers of all sizes, and understand packaging and waterproofing better than anyone.” He paused and asked, “Are you reasonable?”

Edie laughed, “I’m very reasonable, but that’s a relative term; I am high end, though, and worth every penny. Satisfaction guaranteed. To go to your dinner would be $500, after all a girl has to eat. Beyond that it’d be quite a bit more if you’d like a complete date.”

Martin balked, “And, what if there were two of us?”

The question caught Edie totally off guard, “Two?”

“Yes. I have a friend I’m with. We both like redheads.”

“Same for the dinner, but fifty percent again for anything else.” As Edie spoke, she had a rash of sudden emotions sweep through her. What if one of these guys was a vice cop? What would fucking two guys be like? Would they be kind to her or was she signing up for a BDSM evening of some sort? She’d read Fifty Shades of Grey, and while the practice sounded like fun, although she wasn’t into pain.

Martin said, “Might we meet for a cup of coffee or glass of wine ahead of time, just to get to know each other briefly? We could go over some details. I was thinking about ten-thirty tomorrow morning at the Starbucks on the corner by Pelican and Orange Avenues.”

Edie took a big breath and said, “That sounds like a good idea. How will I recognize you?”

Martin laughed, “I’ll be the guy coming on to every pretty redhead in the place.”

On that note they ended the call. Edie told her roommates all about it when they got back from class. After talking, they decided that Kat would go with Edie to the Starbucks to also meet the guy. She’d excuse herself after the initial greetings, so Edie and Martin could talk.

Thus, at ten-twenty, the pretty redhead and tall blonde sat outside in the shade of a large Banyan tree drinking skinny lattes. Before much conversation, a man in his mid-thirties approached the table. “Edie?” he asked of Edie.

“Martin? Yes, please join. This is my friend Kat.”

After some cordial conversation, Martin excused himself to go get a coffee. While he was gone, Kat whispered, “He looks too good to be true. Ask to see his wallet. Look for cop stuff.”

Martin got back. Before the conversation resumed, Edie bluntly asked in her honey-coated accent, “Martin, please don’t take this request the wrong way, but might I peruse your wallet for a minute. I promise I won’t take anything.”

Martin laughed and passed over his slim and burnished leather billfold. Kat watched as Edie went through the various cards: a platinum Amex and Visa, ATM card, an Illinois driver’s license, AAA, and a number of the cards indicating membership in a country club and some other groups. Kat had watched carefully; she nodded at Edie to indicate her approval.

To take the edge off the examination, Edie smiled and said, “You’re thirty six?”

“Yes, and a life-long resident of the Chicago area. You mentioned you were from Atlanta?” She passed the wallet back to him.

“Well, a suburb; Roswell in Fulton county, that’s northwest of the city.”

Kat stood suddenly, “Errr, I should let you two chat alone.” This was the rehearsed exit the girls had planned.

She took one step to leave but Martin gently grabbed her hand. “Please don’t leave. I think we might also want to get to know each other.”

Kat checked with Edie who shrugged and gestured back at Kat’s empty chair. Kat sat down. She studied Martin and said, “I just don’t want kırşehir escort to get in the way. Edie told me how much you like redheads.”

“I like blondes too, and almost as much.” He laughed at his own humor.

Edie joined him, “You probably like all women.”

Martin confessed, “There’s truth to that statement, but I am slowing down as I get older.” He laughed at his deprecating remark.

The trio talked about a few non-sexual topics including Martin’s business and the girls’ studies.

After about a half-hour, Martin checked his watch. He looked between the two girls, “I’m afraid I have to go. I have a luncheon meeting on the other side of the city.” He paused and then went on, “I’d like to engage both of you escorts for the weekend. As I mentioned, it won’t just be me. I have a buddy who’s in town too, and we’d like some companionship. Would four-thousand be acceptable for the two of you — Friday for our dinner to Sunday morning, and everything in between.” His wicked grin implied a lot of sex would take place.

Kat emphasized, “No rough stuff. No pain. No marks. We have a few other boundaries too.”

Martin quickly said, “Wouldn’t think of it, nor my friend Jerry, if he can make it. We’re lovers not fighters. We’ll squire you around, have some fun on Saturday — maybe even rent a boat if you’re up for it, and find some good food and drink, and … well, get it on with the other stuff too. If you have boundaries, tell us and we’ll respect them.”

The girls checked in with each other, and both nodded.

Amber played the role of safety. She was in the hotel lobby with her camera phone at the ready when Kat and Edie met up with Martin and Jerry. After she’d surreptitiously taken a couple of photos, she faded into the background and went home to study.

Kat and Edie had dressed in evening wear, long sequined dresses — one white and the other green to go with Edie’s eyes. Martin and Jerry were both in tuxedos. Polite kisses were exchanged, and Jerry was properly introduced to the women. The four piled into a limousine, drove about ten city blocks to another hotel, and soon the foursome found themselves with about five hundred other similarly dressed people at a charity dinner.

Edie hugged Martin’s arm, “You didn’t tell us it was a charity gig. This is nice. I take it you support this one.”

Martin smiled, “We support a few of them from mu family’s foundation. It’s a goodwill gesture on our part as a company as well.

Jerry said, “Martin talked our company into a generous donation to this one too.”

Kat said, “I’m very impressed with you two gentlemen. I thought this would be some big sales pitch meeting or something like that.”

Edie had been looking around. “Martin, where are we sitting?” The tables had numbers, but in checking-in Martin and Jerry had ignored getting their table assignment.

Martin smiled knowingly at Jerry and said, “Follow me. It’s about time we took our seats anyway.” On that note he led Edie, Jerry, and Kat to a short stairway at the front of the huge ballroom, and thusly to the dais that faced out on the hundred or so tables sitting ten to a table. They joined ten other people at the long table on the stage. Introductions were made. The girls were suddenly ‘close friends from the area.’

Kat whispered to Edie, “O.M.G. We’re on stage at the head table. These guys are important. Surely, everyone will figure out what we are. ‘Close friends from the area’ is a rather transparent euphemism.”

Edie nodded, “I can’t believe we’re on display. I’m sure glad we dressed to the nines.” She smiled and flipped her red hair back over her shoulder in a sexy move. She noted that every male eye in the place was on either her or Kat. She chuckled to herself, ‘Take your pick guys, redhead or blonde … or both … and we fuck like minks.’

Martin gently placed his hand at Edie’s back and led her to a seat towards one end of the dais. Jerry and Kat were next to them. They staggered boy-girl as they sat. Jerry ended up next to a matronly-looking woman probably in her late seventies. Kat noticed she put her hand firmly on Jerry’s thigh just below his crotch when she wanted to get his attention. The bold move made her laugh and later to wink encouragingly at the woman as she again went to talk to Jerry.

Edie chided Martin for not giving her the whole low-down on how important he was to this evening’s festivities. He shrugged and offered one word of explanation, “Modesty.”

Wine flowed, hors d’oeuvres circulated, a mouth-watering entrée and a delicious dessert got served, and cognac followed. The conversation flowed smoothly, Edie engaging in a discussion with Kat and the men on the merits of tablet technology in K-12 education. Even Kat found her knowledge laudable. When her turn came, Kat turned the discussion to the forgotten countries of South America — the ones we hear so little about in North America, yet we share the hemisphere kocaeli escort with them. Apparently, some of the funds from the charity supported children’s health and education in these countries.

By the end of the evening, the men seemed impressed with the girls as partners. The girls had politely applauded as Martin and Jerry accepted awards from the charity for their personal work and that of their foundation and companies in supporting the Children’s Fund.

During the meal, Kat and Edie had the opportunity to look out across the audience and study the various other couples at the fund raising gala. Kat whispered across Jerry to Edie, “I think there are a lot of other escorts here tonight. Big night for business.” Edie nodded and checked out the audience. Sure enough, many of the middle age and older men had gorgeous young women on their arms at the event. No one seemed to blink an eye. Kat speculated, “Obviously, a lot of people have ‘close friends in the area.'”

As they prepared to leave the event around nine-thirty, Edie said to Kat, “I find comfort in that we look like we fit in with this crowd. These are the high rollers, and we were dressed and behaved like the others here, including the ‘working girls.’

Kat ruminated, “I’d love to talk to some of the more established girls, you know like find a mentor in this business. Some days I think we’re just lumping along. It’d be nice to know that we’re really doing the right things for our business and for ourselves.”

Jerry had overheard part of their conversation. He turned, “I can arrange that for you. I know a few of the girls here in town from prior trips. I’m sure they’d let me arrange for you to meet. They might even feel the same way you do.”

Kat leaned up and kissed Jerry on the cheek, “You’re a dear. Yes, we’d like that. We’re new at this game, but we want to find out how to excel. I promise we’ll make it worth you while.”

Jerry chuckled, “Well, let’s take our limo back to the hotel, and see if we can all excel with each other in some way.”

A half-hour later, Kat’s white sequined dress fell off her hips to the floor. Kat was naked except for her sexy white heels, and a small white thong.

Jerry smiled as he captured the blonde in his arms and kissed her. As he did he ran his warm hands up her side until his thumbs rounded the curve of her breasts and found her nipples. Kat moaned into the kiss with the handsome man.

Beside the other bed in the suite, Edie and Martin were already naked. Edie was pumping Martin’s full cock into her mouth as she sucked on his shaft, milking the pre-cum from the organ and lapping up every drop with slurping sounds that suggested pure erotic sex. As she sucked, Martin leaned over pumping two fingers into her quim.

Edie glanced sideways to see Kat tumble onto the other bed on her back. She was laughing as Jerry joined her. Jerry slipped down the bed and buried his head in Kat’s pussy, his tongue and fingers moving with great purpose across her best friend’s sexy geography.

After the bouts of oral sex, Edie was surprised when Martin pulled her to standing position and nudged her towards Jerry. At the same time, Jerry was sending Kat to Martin. The girls grinned at each other as they changed partners. The subsequent rounds of blowjobs and cunnilingus were equally well received.

Kat finally teased Martin, “Do you want to start the evening fucking a blonde or a red head?”

Martin said in a teasing tone, “You, but I’ll have the redhead in a little while. Is that all right with you?”

“Oh, better than all right, but let’s get started because I’m in love with this hard cock and it’s going to waste not pumping back and forth in my tight little pussy.”

Kat maneuvered Martin back between her legs and lifted them up slightly in a bold invitation for him to penetrate her. No fool, Martin immediately sank his cock into the blonde’s boiling pussy in one long, slow, piercing stroke. At the end, he simply mashed his pubes against Kat’s as they both moaned in the satisfaction of sexual coupling and kissed with renewed passion.

“God, Martin. You really satisfy. If you move only a little I’m going to pop an orgasm again. You have me on the ragged edge.”

Martin took about ten strokes, and by then Kat’s back was arched off the bed and she was blissfully moaning and urging his cock deep into her body by pulling with all her strength on his hips. After that climax had passed, the pair took their time to establish a comfortable rhythm in a variety of positions where they could make out and fondle all the key body parts. The culmination of their fuck arrived quietly as Martin’s cum filled the spasming warm cunt surrounding his cock. The pair ground their lips together with renewed passion.

Kat moaned, “Oh, God, Martin. I can feel you squirting your warm fluid inside me. This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever felt. Fuck.”

On the other bed, Jerry plundered konya escort Edie’s body, producing at least an orgasm every few minutes from the over-sexed redhead. Edie still wore the stiletto heels from the banquet, an arousing gesture given how long they’d been fucking. After a long high-speed fuck, Edie and Jerry reached a crescendo at the same time, announced their climaxes to the entire hotel, and then fell back to earth in the bed with gasps for air, and the temporary fatigue only lovers know. Their hands continued to roam all over each other.

The girls had talked about it, but here was the first time for them to really entertain their men with something they thought would be sexually unusual and arousing. Edie held her hand out to the other bed. While Martin was confused, Kat was not. She pulled off of Martin’s cock, turned, and then in ten seconds had cleaned his cock of the residue from their fuck. Before she lost a drop of cum from her pussy Kat slid into the other bed next to Edie in a sixty-nine position, slowly lowering her drippy cunt to just over Edie’s mouth and tongue. In seconds, she’d pulled Jerry’s cock from Edie’s pussy, cleaned the shaft with a loud sucking sound, and then lowered her mouth while waggling her tongue to her roommate’s pussy.

Their tongues waggling in the air at first, the two women dove into each other’s sodden pussies, lapping at the dribbles of cum oozing from the ejaculations they’d received. Both men stared in awe at the two girls sucking the male protein from each other’s cunts. There was occasionally the patter of one of the girls about the high quality and taste of the sperm they were sucking down.

Jerry muttered, “Awesome!”

Martin turned to his friend; “I’ve never seen girls do this, even in porn flicks, and I’ve watched a lot of porn — live and on the Internet.”

Edie had another orgasm under Kat’s fingers and tongue, but she was like that all the time. After the small climax had passed, she went back to eating out her friend, making a show of the lewd act by making the event noisy with slurping sounds, visual with obvious use of her mouth and tongue, and lewd by using her fingers to reach deep into Kat’s cunt to speed up the exit of the cum deep inside while Kat duplicated her moves. When the girls finished, Kat flipped around, and Edie and she made out with each other, snowballing the remaining cum in their mouths around, the girl on top dribbling the white viscous fluid into the other’s open mouth.

Martin said in a low voice, “Christ, you two have made me hard again with that show.”

Edie smiled and teased, “Oh, goody. Do I get to try you now? You’ve kept me waiting sooooo long and I just lust after your cock too.” She revealed and stroked her wet pussy as she teased the hot young man.

Without an invitation, Kat reached over and fondled Jerry’s rising cock. “I can’t wait to try this one too. I love cock, lots and lots of cock.”

Edie continued the dirty talk, “And I do too, but I like my cocks full of cum — cum that can be splattered and smeared across my face, cum I can lick from my friend’s pussy, cum I can suck down my throat, or cum that surges into my hot little pussy. Come on Martin, why don’t we fuck for a little, and then you can pick how you want to leave your beautiful sperm on me.”

Some short blowjobs ensured the cocks were of serviceable hardness. Edie lay back and invited Martin into her velvet warm pussy. “Come and make love to me, Lover. Let’s put on a show for the others. I’ve wanted you ever since I set eyes on you at Starbucks.” Martin almost fell into her arms as Edie wrapped her legs around his thighs and pulled him more tightly into her body, assuring maximum depth of penetration of his generous cock in her quim.

A loud groan filled with pleasure floated from Kat’s throat as Jerry filled her cunt too. The only thing that stopped her sounds were the kisses he rained down upon her lips — French kisses that consumed their tongues and displayed their passion.

* * * * *

Sunday afternoon, Amber listened to Edie and Kat’s accounts of the weekend. She said, “What a great weekend you had.” The three sat in a circle on the floor of the dorm room.

Edie chuckled, “My butt’s still sore from the double penetration they gave me last night. Don’t get me wrong, I asked for it and I loved it, but it went on for a long time.”

Amber asked, “What’d you do while they were fucking your ass and pussy?”

Edie laughed. “I was eating cum out of Kat’s pussy and ass. They’d already done her, and she was leaking cum from both holes.”

Kat nodded, “Well, you liked that, and I liked our boat trip too.”

Edie chided her, “You liked fucking both guys in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico and standing nude on the prow of the boat and waving at other boats.”

Kat chuckled, “It was unusual, and besides I was horny again. I hoped one of the boats full of guys would pull along side and fuck me silly again.”

“You never stopped being horny the whole weekend.”

Kat said in a flat voice, “Oh, you noticed?” She then giggled.

Amber asked, “No problem with payment.”

Edie spoke, “Not only no problem, but they gave us a thousand dollar tip. Martin slipped me an envelope with fifty one-hundred dollar bills in it.”

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Note: This is a spin-off of my previous “Lodge 4” storyline, so it may be worth your while checking those stories out first so you get an idea of the background of this story.

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I fell back on the couch, exhausted, even after only spending half a day at work. I’d been run ragged by my boss, having to help unload a rather large delivery of tables and computers, and lug them up three flights of stairs because the tables were too large to fit in the lift.

I kicked my shoes off, turned the TV on and sighed, sinking down into the couch, flicking through my usual channel choices, eventually settling for the Big Bang Theory on E4+1. I glanced over to the bookcase.

Poking out from the very bottom, just visible from where I was sat, was a small corner of a plastic carrier bag. Good. Lauren hadn’t noticed it.

Lauren is my girlfriend of 3 years now, having known each other since we were 14, but we only started dating when we were 19. She’s a 5’6″ redhead with a nice curvy figure and incredible boobs and arse.

She’s the older half of identical twins. She and her sister, Alex, were born on opposite sides of midnight, so each had their a separate birthday. I’d not seen Alex for a couple of weeks, though, as she’d gone off on a two week holiday with a group of her friends from college or something.

Lauren and I had only moved in with each other about a year ago, feeling that we needed to spend more time together, as we were severely hampered by work patterns that we couldn’t arrange to see each other for more than a couple of hours a week.

However, since moving in together, we have become a great deal more intimate and sexually active. Lauren’s self-confidence has definitely increased, judging by what she wears around the house casually.

She loves to tease me as well, seeing how much flesh she can expose before I lose control and fuck her. She finds it hilarious, and always seems to win.

She wasn’t due to come in for another hour and a half yet, so I lay back and chilled in front of the TV until she got back. By the time I heard the door go, it was mid-afternoon, and the football pundits were recapping some of the week’s matches on one of the Sky Sports channels.

A few moments later, Lauren climbed onto my lap, touched her forehead to mine, and gazed into my eyes, “Hey,” she said, grinning.

“Hey,” I replied, trying not to smirk as I saw her eyes seemingly merge into one big one as she gently shook her head side to side, delicately flicking my nose with hers.

“Happy anniversary,” she kissed me deeply, her arms wrapping around my neck and pulling me in. My arms hugged her abdomen, my hands finding a spot up between her shoulders.

Lauren broke the kiss and began to grind her hips against my crotch, causing my cock to rapidly harden as it became stimulated by her gyrations against it. I let out a sigh of pleasure, and reached for the remote control. I turned the football off so I could concentrate purely on Lauren.

I pulled my hands back round to the front, and cupped her gorgeous 34DD breasts through her vest top as she dry humped me, kneading and squeezing them, motivating her. Instead, she stopped, and lifted her tank top up, but didn’t remove it. Instead, she leant forwards and stretched it over my head, trapping me in her cleavage.

I began to lick at her sternum, and the insides of her breasts, and slowly worked my way towards one of her nipples, the breast becoming squashed against her chest as she pulled her tank top tight over my head, restricting my movement forwards and backwards. My hands began to snake round to her back, and slowly moved down towards her ass, grasping a buttock in each.

I took hold of her rigid nipple in my mouth and began to suckle on it, my tongue tracing the areola, then coming back to flick the nub at the centre, causing Lauren to moan. I moved over to her other nipple and repeated the same treatment, eagerly sucking it into my mouth, my tongue dancing with it.

Then, she lifted her tank top up over our heads and threw it on the floor, revealing her magnificent tits to me, large and round with proud pink nipples adorning them like crowns.

“Bedroom?” I asked eagerly.

“Bedroom.” Lauren replied, leaping off my lap and half running to the bedroom, hastily unzipping and dropping her miniskirt as she went.

I followed suit, stripping as I made my way to the bedroom to join Lauren.

As I got there, Lauren was already lying in a seductive pose, reminiscent of Rose in Titanic. I got up onto the bed beside her and rolled her onto her back, leaning in and kissing her.

Lauren rolled me onto my back, catching me off guard with the motion, and pinned my arms above my head as she leant in to kiss me, her tongue penetrating my lips, probing mine and exploring my mouth.

“How about something special for our anniversary?” Lauren grinned, her forehad and nose touching against mine, a lock of her fiery hair cascading down and gently batting my cheek.

“What did kilis escort you have in mind?” I asked, curious.

As she pulled back and broke the kiss, she leant over to one side and retrieved a blindfold. “What’s that for?” I asked.

“You’re going to wear it,” Lauren replied, stretching the elastic with her hands, “It should…intensify…the experience for you,”

I complied, lifting my head so she could put the blindfold on me. My vision went completely dark. I looked down, and couldn’t even see the gaps next to my nose. The blindfold covered everything.

I felt Lauren dismount me, and the bed lift up slightly, relieved of her weight. My heartrate increased with anticipation, and my breathing became faster and shallower.

A hand slowly stroked my thigh. I inhaled sharply at the touch, and the hand began to work its way towards my cock. As I felt the hand slowly curl around my shaft, it lifted off my belly, a string of precum snapping and falling back onto me.

The hand then began to rise and fall on my cock, circling my head a couple of times, causing me to quiver as it spread my precum all over my shaft. As the hand started slipping on my shaft with more ease, I began to relax. I sighed heavily and sank back into the bed, content with the situation.

Suddenly, a mouth dropped onto my cock and began to suck at the head instantly, the tongue probing my peehole, the hand increasing from stroking pace to pumping pace. The abrupt change caused me to jolt as my sensitive cockhead was assaulted by Lauren’s warm, moist mouth and tongue.

She began to bob her head up and down, just taking the first two inches or so of my cock to begin with, gradually building up to taking more of me within her mouth. Her other hand found its way to my balls and began tickling and massaging them in rhythm with her head bobbing.

I fell onto my back and moaned, every sensation caused by Lauren was magnified. My vision was removed, so I couldn’t even focus on the chest of drawers or the ceiling to hold myself back. The blindfold was working in heightening the pleasure for me. I couldn’t think about anything but orgasm, and that seemed to accelerate its approach.

Lauren held my cockhead in her mouth and rapidly pumped my shaft with her hand, her tongue working my peehole. My toes curled and I moaned loudly as she worked my dick over, sending wave upon wave of pleasure through my entire body, her hair gently tickling my groin as it was batted around by her hand.

I moaned loudly as I felt the pleasure rapidly climb as I came closer to orgasm, my hips started to buck involuntarily as the pressure built.

Suddenly, the hand and mouth were gone! My cock fell back onto my stomach and I gasped at the abrupt loss of pleasure.

I felt Lauren grasp my ankles and swing me round, then pulled me towards her. My legs were off the bed now, and she let go of them, gravity taking over as they swung down to the floor. I heard shuffling between my legs, and felt Lauren’s arms stroke the inside of my thighs.

My cock got picked up by fingertips, and lifted to point straight upwards, and trapped between Lauren’s tits, becoming squashed between them, soft and warm, hugging my rigid member as they began to stroke it, glide over it.

Lauren’s cleavage was already well lubricated, allowing her to tit fuck me with ease. I was picturing what was happening beyond the blindfold as a porn scene, the camera zooming in on my cockhead as it emerged from Lauren’s gorgeous cleavage, only to disappear as her breasts were lifted.

I continued to watch my imaginary porn scene, and saw her stop as a wad of cum rocketed out the tip of my cock and left a huge white stripe up from her cleavage to her throat, another coating the top of her breast, and the rest pooling between her tits.

Lauren let out a long moan, “You like this, baby? You like me fucking you with my tits?” she continued heaving her tits on my cock. The feeling was incredible. She’d only tit fucked me two or three times before, prefering to save it for special occasions, as she knew how much I loved it.

“Oh fuck yeah!” I moaned as she increased the pace on my cock, her tits slapping my groin as they fell, delivering a downstroke.

“How do they feel?” Lauren asked, changing pace and squeezing tightly, but using slower, deeper strokes now, rising up and down, her sternum now brushing against the underside of my cockhead.

“Fucking amazing!” I began thrusting slightly with her, quivering from the sensation, feeling her tits bulging out as they slapped my thighs. I let out a long moan of pleasure as she continued the tit fuck, gradually slowing down.

She gave my cock one last squeeze and she slowly lifted herself off me, running her breasts all the way up my cock and letting it fall free back onto my belly. I let out a moan of anguish as the stimulus was removed, and I was left hungry for more.

“Just a minute,” Lauren said, standing up, using my legs to help push herself kırıkkale escort up, “Need to grab some more baby oil, this bottle’s run out,”

I heard a thump as the bottle hit the bin, and heard Lauren leave the room, her footfalls fading away. I lay on the bed, blind and with a raging boner. I grabbed it and began to stroke it, imagining Lauren between my legs again and fucking me with her tits til I came all over them.

I sped up as I began to masturbate to the images in my mind of Lauren’s beautiful body, her 34DD breasts wrapped around my cock, her nipples poking through her fingers as she squeezed them together. Fuck!

As I felt the pressure building, I slowed down, feeling the need to save myself for Lauren. I doubt she’d enjoy returning to find me flaccid and my cum splattered up the wall. I maintained a steady, but slow pace to keep myself warm for her.

“Oh, carrying on without me, are you?” Lauren asked, heralding her return.

I stopped wanking, “Just keeping myself horny for you,” I replied, keeping my cock pointing upwards with my hand at the base.

“Come here,” Lauren beckoned, sounding like she planned to scold me. I went to lift my blindfold to see where she was, but she spoke up, “Ah-ah-ah! No, keep the blindfold on!”

I began to feel my way around the bed, standing up and steadily following it around to her side. I felt her touch my arm and hug me from behind, threading her arms beneath mine, and resting her chin on my shoulder.

“I’ve never seen you from this angle before,” Lauren said, her hands stroking my chest, pressing her breasts into my back, her crotch into my ass. She grabbed my cock and began to jerk me off, “So this is what you see when you jerk off? I wish I could feel it as well,”

“It feels pretty good,” I replied, letting out a sigh of pleasure as she further stimulated me.

“I bet it does!” Lauren said, picking up the pace now to about my normal wanking pace, my toes curling with the pleasure, “Oh I like seeing it from this angle! I wanna see you cum from this angle, see what it looks like from your perspective!”

She sped up her handjob slightly, squeezing a bit tighter. I could already feel the pressure building in my balls.

“Wait, wait, I don’t want to cum yet,” I protested, hoping she would let us draw this out a bit longer, the juices beginning to flow and swirl within me.

“We can go again later, but right now I want you to cum,” she affirmed, confident she was in control, “I want you to think of me, picture me kneeling in front of you right now, my big natural tits just in front of your cock, being offered to you. They want your cum all over them, and you want to give it to them. You want to coat them with as much cum as you can!”

I did. I saw her kneeling before me, cupping her tits, holding them up to me as she knelt, her fiery red hair flowing down her back, licking her lips as she anticipated her gift. I moaned loudly as my orgasm approached, Lauren’s hand unrelenting in its assault.

“You gonna cum?” Lauren asked, my hips bucking as the pleasure built.

“Yes,” I managed to reply between breaths.

“Then cum,” Lauren instructed, the familiar feeling of imminent orgasm overwhelming me. I let out a grunt and came, the first shot causing me to spasm and buck my hips backwards as it erupted from the tip of my cock and fired out onto the carpet, “Oooh yeah, that’s hot!”

I let loose another less powerful shot, and a final one before the rest dribbled out of the tip and oozed over Lauren’s fingers.

“Oooh, wow, look at the mess you’ve made!” Lauren gasped, releasing me from her grip, lifting her cum covered hand up to her face and sucking the cum off it.

“You mean the mess you made?” I corrected her.

Lauren laughed, “Indeed. So, how about you go get a shower and I’ll join you shortly?”

“Sounds good to me,” I replied, as Lauren led me towards the door and down the hall to the bathroom. She took my blindfold off and shut the door behind me.

I turned on the taps in the bath, and balanced out the hot/cold to make a nice tepid temperature, before lifting the centre stopper, switching the water flow from the taps to the showerhead. I drew the shower curtain closed and sat outside a moment, letting it heat up, listening to the water rattling against the bath and the curtain.

I put some towels out along the base of the bath in case of any rogue water splashing out. I’d showered with Lauren before, and she kept pushing the curtain outside the bath, as it “kept getting in the way.”

Satisfied I’d waited long enough, I stepped inside and stood under the stream of water, allowing it to cascade down my neck and chest, sending a blanket of warmth down the middle of my body.

Unfortunately, I had to keep moving to keep all of my body thermally satisfied, as the showerhead only delivered a spread wide enough to hit half my body at once, tops.

Within a few minutes, the shower curtain slid aside, and Lauren kırklareli escort stepped into the bathtub, her hair tied back in a ponytail, her naked body already taking the first few splashes of water from the shower.

“Hey,” I grinned, turning towards her, my penis beginning to grow again at the sight of her.

“Hey,” she glanced down at my semi, and grinned, “Not ready for another round yet?”

“Not yet,” I replied, “But I think you could do with some attention, eh?”

“I suppose,” Lauren replied, reaching past me and grabbing a bottle of shower gel, her breasts gently grazing my chest. She unsnapped the lid and squeezed some out onto her hand and began to rub it into my chest.

I turned to face the showerhead, the water hitting my chest as Lauren spread the shower gel over it, and created a lather, that was soon swept away by the torrent of warm water.

She retracted her hand to refill it with gel, the lid snapping shut behind me. Her hand returned, lower this time, as she began to massage some gel into my abdomen, my stomach, her hand working down to my cock.

Her hand wrapped around my balls, the cold shower gel making me wince slightly. She slowly began working the gel into my cock, her hand sliding effortlessly up and down the shaft, lubricated by the gel.

While I wanted to register what was happening, my body was non-responsive. My recent orgasm had left me pretty much numb for the time being. I gently rested my hand on hers as a signal to stop.

“What’s wrong?” Lauren asked. I turned to look at her.

“Nothing, just still a bit numb,” I replied, giving her a kiss. “Let me do you, now,”

Lauren chuckled as we swapped places, her chest now in the stream of water. She took the bobble out of her hair, and let it cascade down her back, “Are you sure this is fair? You have a lot more to wash than I did!”

I opened the cap of the shower gel, and squeezed a sizable amount into my hand, the distinct smell of apple now dominant in the room. I threaded my arms around her waist, and pulled her into me, my cock pushed up against me, between my groin and her ass, my head resting on her shoulder as my hands ran up her stomach to cup her breasts, and knead them, squeezing the flesh, gently pinching the nipples, forgetting that I was supposed to be “helping her wash”.

I reached over her head and grabbed the showerhead, lifting it from its holster on the wall, and lowered the showerhead down Lauren’s body, slowly, moving it past her breasts, down her stomach, and finally to her clit. I aimed it towards her and held it there.

Lauren jumped slightly at the sensation, gasping turning to a pleasurable laugh as the water torrented against her, stimulating her.

I kissed her neck as she moaned and began to rub her clit to accompany the shower’s stream of water beating on her clit, stimulating it like a vibrator.

With my other hand, I stroked Lauren’s side, feeling the swell of her breast, the gentle curve of her waist down to her hip and thigh, savouring the moment, feeling Lauren gently rising and falling as her breath deepened and quickened as her pleasure ascended.

Lauren moaned impatiently, and snatched the showerhead from me, holding it tight against her clit, her hips bucking as the sensation intensified.

This let my hands free to fondle her breasts, the snaked up her body, stroking her stomach, before slowly coming into contact with her breasts, letting each rest in the palm of my hand, my fingers closing around her nipples, beginning to tweak, twist and tug at them.

Lauren moaned, her hips bucking more furiously now, her orgasm closing in, “Harder,” she breathed, barely able to speak, “Harder!” she instructed, and I started rolling her nipples between my fingers a bit quicker and with a bit more vigour.

“That’s not fucking hard!!!” Lauren commanded aggressively as her climax approached, so I went for it, grabbing her nipples tightly and pulling them out as far as they would go.

Lauren screamed as she convulsed in orgasm, her muscles tightening and spasming as the shockwave of pleasure swept through her like a fire across a pool of lighter fluid.

Her orgasm was short, quick, but powerful, departing as abruptly as it had arrived. Lauren sighed in pleasure, and turned to me, biting her lip, the showerhead still aimed at her pussy, and she kissed me on the lips passionately. I ran my fingers through her hair, but stopped as they penetrated the hair at her temple.

“Come on!” she commanded, breaking the kiss and tearing the shower curtain aside as she exited the bathtub, dropping the showerhead behind her and taking my hand in hers, “We need to fuck. Now!”

I looked at my fingers, and saw what looked like cum stringing between them.

“What’s this?” I asked, holding my fingers up to show her. Immediately, the colour drained from her face in realising she had been discovered.

“Ah fuck,”

“Whose is this?” I asked, all sorts of thoughts racing through my mind. Was she really cheating on me? This other man was in MY house! “You were stood behind me while you wanked me off. Is there someone else here I don’t know about?”

“I…I…” she sighed and sat down on the toilet, “I was knelt in front of you when Lauren wanked you off. You shot your load all over my face and tits.”

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She was a classic “good sub.” A loyal, obedient, and zealous submissive woman who was dedicated to the service of her dominant mate. To him. She displayed these virtues so consistently that he gave her a special gift. He had been in the US military for several years and had rendered good service to the nation. He had earned the Good Conduct Medal twice, for which he was very proud. He gave her one of them. On the reverse side, as is customary, were engraved the words of the martial virtues “Loyalty, Obedience, Zeal.” She pinned it to the velvet lining of her jewelry box.

It was easy for her to be a good sub. She loved to obey him. Doing as he wished was her chief joy. When they were apart during the working day she would sometimes call him just to ask his permission for something. It didn’t matter for what. To masturbate, to walk in the park with their two dogs, to buy something. And it didn’t matter much whether he said yes or no. As long as she could follow his instructions, do his will, obey him. It gave her joy, and gave her life meaning to give herself over to another, to an entity she regarded as larger than herself. It was easy to be a good sub.

It’s not that she never committed the odd infraction, requiring a few swats on the ass or a little while in the corner. She was still in training, after all, still learning his ways. It was to be expected that she would have the occasional misstep. But the corner that he had dedicated as the punishment corner got precious little use. The loose leaf binder he purchased to be the “punishment book” had all of one page filled in over six months. The thought of failing or disappointing him was painful to her. She had once worn the wrong color (red when he had specified black) when she met him at the airport for a flight to New York. When he pointed it out she was mortified. It really was just an honest mistake, but the hour she spent chained to the bed in the hotel was nothing compared to the six hours of punishment she gave herself during the flight.

And of course the cane had never been used. He never found any need. She had a dread of the cane. Her previous dom had been too free in its use, unskilled, and sometimes drunk, as was she, back then. The previous dom had gone to Texas or Oklahoma somewhere, and was in jail for something. She, on the other hand, had been sober for two years. But she still had a scar on her left thigh from the cane. And when she would see it in the mirror she had to acknowledge that she was no masochist. She would endure some amount of pain for her master’s sadistic pleasure, but it caused her only suffering. She hated it. And He, her current owner, regarding the exchange of power as more important than sensation play, sharply limited himself in the delight he took in reddening her creamy ass with hand or paddle. But the mere sight of the cane, leaning up against the hat and coat rack in the entryway, made it still easier for her to be a good sub.

It was all so easy. Too easy. For him. Whatever he desired of her he knew would be his. His orders would not be merely followed, they would be anticipated. She never talked back, never displayed a trace of “attitude,” never disappointed or failed him. “What’s the value of something that comes so easily?” he thought. “How much do we esteem a thing we don’t have to work for? When I was 17 I worked my ass off to buy an old kilis escort used car. And I loved that car, and cared for it and kept it up for years. But when my dad won a lottery he bought a brand new Jaguar, and within six months he totaled it. And he didn’t really care.” He looked at her photo on his desk. “Did I just win you in a lottery?” he thought. “Would I care if I lost you?” The very idea was painful to him. If he could not cherish her, value her as his most prized possession, treasure her, then what was the point? To own and keep another human being should be the most awesome responsibility and deepest joy attainable to a dominant personality. “And you,” he continued to the photo, “With me so easily pleased, will you tire of me?” For what can be the value of the easily had?

***

She had been out for the day visiting. It was dusk when she returned home. He was standing in the entryway holding her collar and leash. He put a finger to his lips to signal quiet, and she smiled, cast her eyes downward, and stood waiting. He advanced to collar his property. Then taking up the leash he led her into the living room as darkness gathered outside. The room was dancing with the light of a dozen candles. The air was scented with fresh orange blossoms. In the center stood a new addition: a massage table, about three feet high. He led her to the center, stood behind her and said, “Strip.” her filmy garments began to billow and fall, one by one, to pool at her feet. “Stop,” he commanded, when she had only her panties remaining. “Turn.” She turned to face her Master. He held scissors. He stepped forward, and in two quick snips cut away her last covering and yanked them to the floor.

He took a moment to savor her appearance. Below her neck was not one follicle of hair, not even on her arms. He touched her nipples delicately and they rose in greeting. He admired the bare mons, and stroked and petted its alabaster smoothness. He caressed the pink, rose-like petals that coyly peeked through her slit. And he tenderly kissed her mouth. That was the easy part. Reaching into his pocket he produced a blindfold, and in an instant her world went dark. He led her by the leash to the massage table and directed her to lie upon it face down. With soft nylon rope he bound her ankles to the table legs at that end. He did the same with her wrists at the other end. Using a 12 inch wide strip of Irish linen he bound her at the small of the back to the table, so she could not buck and injure herself. Her chin hung just over the forward edge of the table, her leash depending almost to the floor.

What he was about to do gave him pause. He began to doubt his course. Would this just ruin it all? Would it be too much? Would it backfire? Maybe it would. Maybe at the end of this process he would be without her, and she without him. But he had cast his die. The cost of things cannot be denied. He would go forth, and hope that he had done wisely. Loved wisely. What were the words of Othello? “One who had loved not wisely, but too well.” Yes, wisely. “Let me love wisely,” he prayed. For, as also in the words of Othello, “It is the cause, my soul. It is the cause.”

He laid the cane upon her body, along her spine, its one end resting on the nape of her neck, the other lodged in the cleft of her ass. She knew instantly what it was, and she shivered with fear and confusion. “What did I do?” her mind kırıkkale escort screamed. “I haven’t done anything wrong!” She wanted to ask him “why” but she knew better than to speak unless ordered to. Then it occurred to her that it was just for the fear. He liked a little fear. “Of course,” she assured herself with a deep breath. “It’s just for the fear.”

He stood in front of her and ran his fingers through her hair. He grasped fistfuls of it and tugged and released, tugged and released. This always helped her begin that long, delicious slide into subspace. “What is your chief responsibility to me?” he asked her.

“Obedience,” she replied without hesitation. “Obedience.” The word felt good in her mouth.

“And what is your highest purpose?”

“Your pleasure,” she cooed, falling into the regular pattern of this discourse.

“Even at the cost of your own?”

That was a departure from the usual drill. She wasn’t sure how to answer. But she found her tongue and said, “There can be no cost to me, because your pleasure is mine.”

“So you say?”

“Uh, yes, sir.”

“And where do I find my greatest sexual pleasure?”

“In my mouth. In my loving, receptive mouth,” she said with some relief, his qustioning restored to their private catechism, all the while slipping deeper into that luxurious submissive zone. She heard his zipper come down, and she pictured in her mind’s eye how he drew out his cock. She knew he was stroking it, bringing it to full erection. She loved to watch this when she could.

“Open,” he commanded.

Her lips parted obediently. She knew it was millimeters from her mouth, she could feel its heat on her lips, smell his musk. “You would never disappoint me, would you,” he said. “You would never let me down.”

She shook her head, now unable to speak, waiting for his flesh, waiting to be the source and means of his pleasure. She felt the glans at her lips, as her Master’s penis began to find its way into what he owned. The shaft slid easily along her tongue, her lips urging him inward to pleasure. Ever so slowly, he reached the depths of her mouth, and then paused. Her tongue began its well-trained side to side massage of Master’s dick. “Listen to me, Pet. Listen. At this moment, the pleasure I feel is intense, exquisite. And not only from the physical sensation, but also the love and submission you give me. My faith is in you.”

Her head spun, and she simply went floating into subspace, a transcendent traveler in the mysteries of human experience. So far gone that she did not hear the wicked SWISHHH! of the cane, nor the CRACK! as it impacted her ass. It was a full second before the massive eruption of pain registered in her consciousness. Her jaw went slack and she released an involuntary scream into the flesh of her Master’s cock. “Don’t fail me, Pet!” he intoned. “Give me the pleasure you owe me.” His words, and his fulfilling presence in her mouth, steadied her. And then the SWISHHH! and CRACK! exploded again sending electric currents of agony throughout her body. Though the blow fell only on her ass, even her arms and legs hurt. Tears gushed from her eyes. “Oh, my God, Pet,” he moaned. “Oh, God you feel so good.” And he began to pump slowly into her, gently fucking her mouth. “Be a good slave, Precious. Make me proud of you.”

SWISHHH! and CRACK! and another welt began to rise on her kırklareli escort naked hillock of flesh. SWISHHH! and CRACK! again. He began to moan repeatedly, telling her of the ecstasy he was experiencing and that she was the source. She held onto his throbbing cock like a lifejacket, clinging to the fact of his pleasure, forcing herself to think only of that. But the pain, SWISHHH! and CRACK!, threatened every second to overpower her and make her beg for relief, even to use the safeword that she had told herself she would never utter. SWISHHH! and CRACK! Her tears were clogging her sinuses and breathing through her nose became difficult. She began to feel dizzy. She trembled from head to toe. “You’re doing so well, Pet. I’m so proud of you,” he said hoarsely as he continued to take his pleasure in her mouth.

SWISHHH! and CRACK! Her agony was about to overcome her. But the thought of failing him, of denying him what she owed him, would be agony, too. But the pain, SWISHHH! and CRACK! was about to get the better of her. SWISHHH! and CRACK! Through the fog and fire that roared through her body and mind, miraculously almost, she was able to feel his penis enlarge and harden even more. It stretched her lips, it bulged on her tongue and pressed more urgently against her throat. Suddenly, she was aware of the taste of small droplets of semen that were prematurely leaking out and flowing across her tongue. “The messenger, Pet,” he cried out. “The messenger!” SWISHHH! and CRACK!

The messenger was how they referred to his cum. For whenever she felt it enter her, or saw it arcing through the air to find a place somewhere on her body, it was the message to her that He was experiencing the greatest physical pleasure possible, and that she was the source. The messenger was hot, visceral proof of her connection to him, his ownership of her, the fulfillment of her highest function. It was her reward. And the messenger was now on its way. SWISHHH! and CRACK! SWISHHH! and CRACK! The cane landed on a previous welt and the blood seeped up to the surface to form tiny red pearls.

Her nose ran profusely. Her eyes streamed hot tears. The fire in her body consumed her. As close as she was to the end of her ordeal she felt she was about to lose the battle. “Protect me!” he cried out. Yes he. “Protect me!” Any man, even a dom made of steel is at his most vulnerable at the moment of release. And when that release is in his lover’s mouth his most delicate part is juxtaposed to her hardest and most deadly parts. So he must trust her. And for this man, this dom made only of flesh, trust was an aphrodisiac.

Her protective instincts rushed to the fore. And she took great satisfaction in this role. She was like a medieval page who bore her knight’s shield into the battle. She protected him from the slings and arrows while he dealt with the foe. This was the only time in any sex act with him that she had an active role to play. Otherwise she was entirely submissive. And now, in the battle with agony, she was called to the fore. It gave her just enough of her own strength to hold back the crushing weight of the pain. Her responsibility to him was now supreme, and she was willing to sacrifice every nerve ending in her body to hold him in safety.

SWISHHH! and CRACK! The cane fell from his hand. Sperm gushed into her mouth. With lips curled protectively around her teeth, she held onto him lovingly, being both his vessel and his shield. She swallowed him with joy and relief. While the welts on her ass continued to rise and sear and throb, the pain was somehow diffused. The messenger had delivered its missive. She had earned her place in his heart. And he had had to work very hard for her. All was worth its cost. For now.

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Preamble:

A husband regularly sunbathes nude with his wife in a secluded dunes and cove area in the English South Coast. He has to go away on an extended overseas work assignment at the height of a glorious summer. He has reservations about the safety of his wife sunbathing alone. He arranges for their son or her brother to accompany her.

There is nudity, exhibitionism, voyeurism and incest tension in this story. If you are looking for shrieking, caterwauling and torrenting sex, this is not for you.

Chapter 1: A Problem

Chapter 2: I Decide

Chapter 3: Dad-Son Chat

Chapter 4: My Husband and My Brother Chat

Chapter 5: I Tease My Husband

Chapter 6: Mother and Son

Chapter 7: Aftermath

Chapter 8: Sister and Brother

Chapter 9: Ballet On the Dunes

Chapter 10: Internet Chat With Husband

Chapter 11: Another Chat

Chapter 12: Summer’s End – Mum and Son

Chapter 13: Summer’s End – Sister and Brother

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Chapter 1: A Problem

My husband and I are in our fifties. We have an 18 year old son. Our only child. I have a younger widowed brother, also in his fifties.

My husband and my brother are blood mates. Thick as thieves. No, thicker. It is my brother who introduced me to my husband. My son and my husband are more mates than father and son.

You can discern a happy triangle forming here. One of their more durable bonding interests is photography. Photography as an end in itself. Camera gizmos, photoeditor applications. And photography as an access vehicle to explore other realms such as art.

We live in the English South Coast, in an area particularly blessed with miles of desolate sand dunes and secluded coves. Nary a soul. A sunbathing paradise. The closest to heaven without the inconvenience of dying.

My husband and I have this secluded dune and cove which we literally stumbled, arse over head, down to, one day. It is in this little cocoon nook of sand and water that my husband and I enjoy our skinny dipping. A place to call our very own. We relish the primal feeling of sun, sea and wind caressing skin. But, we are not nudists in the organised movement, or liberated lifestyle sense. In fact, the only adult manhood I have seen in the flesh is my husband’s.

My husband is scheduled to be away for an extended period because of an overseas work assignment. This is at the high noon of one of the best English South Coast summers in a long time. My husband wants me to enjoy the glorious weather on offer, but has some reservations about my being nude alone in a secluded place. I tell my husband that any aspiring weirdo will melt away quicktime on first distant sighting of my venerable body of flabs and sags.

He suggests that if I am comfortable with it, he will arrange to rope in our son, or my brother, to my sunny enterprise. He is cool with the nudity if I am comfortable with the arrangement. It will be family. Awkward at first maybe, but safe. No different from nudist families. He reasons that with my option of roping in one or the other, it will afford me more quality sun time opportunities and scheduling flexibility, as our son and my brother each have their own busy schedules too.

I tell my husband that I will have to mull over it. This is new terroir that I am traipsing into, a path somewhat on the wild side never travelled, my being in a state of nature with our son and my brother. If we are a nudist family, nobody will blink. But, we are not, and never have been. And will they be nude too? Will it be awkward if I am nude, and they are not? I tell my husband that I will let him know in a couple of days.

***

Chapter 2

I Decide

My husband is somewhat of a worry wort. Always has been. I don’t want him to worry about my safety the whole time he is away. He knows my independent nature all too well. That whatever the case, I will end up sunbathing alone anyway when the sun is high, and its lure irresistible.

So, I tell my husband OK. Against my better judgement.

That decided, then, how shall we ask our son and my brother? Are we imposing on them, asking them to be naked as well? Is it at all right to ask them to be naked? Will it work if I am naked, and they are not? And if they are naked too, what if they are in flourish? Is there an element of the taboo in this? Who shall do the asking? Do we need to inform our son that his uncle is involved in this? Conversely, do we need to inform my brother that his nephew is in this too? So many unwieldy inconvenient questions. I am beginning to regret agreeing to this whole matter. I am getting squeamish about the whole proposition. No other male has seen my adult body other than my husband. And now, in a single stroke, my son and brother will see me. A teen and a mature man. That about covers the rainbow spectrum. Not just fleeting glimpses, but hours on the dunes.

***

A description of me is appropriate at this time.

People close to me tell me that I am the quintessential English rose. I think kastamonu escort I am pretty in a plain sort of way. I was an active dancing enthusiast. Ballet. Although I have stopped active dancing a long time ago, I still maintain the upright demeanor of a ballerina, so I am told.

I have light brown hair, cascading off my shoulders with some grey in places. I have green eyes. My husband tells me that they sparkle when I am happy or aroused. I take his word in good faith. As with all things nice about me.

My skin, virginally white. Astoundingly, this is despite my many hours of sun time. Maybe this summer, I will make the breakthrough yet.

My breasts are small to medium sized. In the modest range. They are heavier than they look. Sagging a little from their weight. My left breast is slightly smaller than my right breast, asymmetrical, but not glaringly so. My husband tells me that my sags add to my mature allure, without taking anything away from my form. Being all natural, my nipples point down just enough to make them alluring. My areolas are small relative to my nipples. They rise markedly above my breasts with their own distinct personalities, like miniscule pedestals, from which my nipples stand out. Three tiers. Breast. An areola stage. And then, the star of the show, my nipples. A dusting of freckles on my upper chest. My husband tells me the freckles accentuate my modest cleavage. Optics enhances reality.

Par for a woman in her inconvenient fifties, I have my obligatory share of flabs and sags, and body signature lines of my age. A wrinkle or two, here and there. Just slight ones. But my body otherwise is toned, healthy. Smooth shoulders. Unblemished back. And my high point of pride, no cellulite. None.

My arse. My husband describes me like so. A distinctive curve. Each orb is separately defined and sculpted in its own right, with its own expressed identity. Not a young girl’s butt for sure. But, not a blubber mass either. A woman’s tail, longish and curving. And the hint of light shadow, the recess between is, he says, bewitching. This, I believe, by his deeds. He dry humps that recess at every opportunity, when we are naked, but not quite enough time for indulgent intercourse. I love the grazing intense feeling welling at the triangulation of my upper thighs, lower mound vee, and my arse orbs.

I have a soft rise of tummy. An artful delicate caesarean section cut filament line just above my mound.

My waist is about right for my age.

I think my legs are my best assets, if I may be allowed to say so myself. They are the only body parts that have not gone wayward by inevitable force of nature, and willful gravity. My legs flare into ample hips.

My husband calls me lite Rubenesque. Not quite the classic ideal abundance manifested in oil paintings. But, no less enthralling. So he says. He is an inveterate liar. And I love him for that.

A faint shadow is at the base of my abdomen. My pubic hair is matchingly the same brown as the hair on my head, only curlier. I keep my bush neatly trimmed. Natural primal luxuriance. And yet neat. Tamed wilderness. None of the plasticky, clinically mowned, waxed renditions with contrived perfectly linear landing strips. My husband tells me that my bush complements and ornamentalizes my lady parts well.

My labia is apparent. But not demonstratively assertive and proud. A shy peek-a-boo tease. My outer labia hangs down a little. My slit is prone to open when I am aroused, as my husband will testify. Otherwise, my inners are jealousy concealed.

I keep my five foot four inch mature form in shape through exercise.

I have mixed feelings about my body. Self-evidently, I like my lush bits. But, I am acutely conscious of my modest top. I am at peace with the reality that is me. Delusions soothe, but, do not consume me.

I am shy. But, I am no prude.

***

Pondering it over, it will be so much simpler if I just sunbathe in my skimpy thong bikini like other ladies. After all, given my nominal Wicked Weasel thong textile, it is as good as being in the buff.

But, my husband will hear nothing of this. He knows that in the compelling glorious sunshine, I will succumb to the pull of the au naturel. Being nude is more than just a deficit of textile. It is mental. It is psychological.

My husband says that he will spare me the discomfiture, since this is his brainchild in the first place. He will talk to our son, after a few chilled pints at the pub. And do the same, separately, with my brother, that is his brother-in-law.

My husband adds that it will be even more awkward if I am nude, and the boys are not. So, just go for it. The full monty. Think of it as me inducting our son, and my brother, one-on-one, into the glorious institution of nudism. An evangelism of sorts. Assume a missionary position.

***

Chapter 3

Dad-Son Chat

And so my husband talks to our son. This is what my husband recounts to me afterwards in near verbatim. I have an kayseri escort open and trusting relationship with my husband. So, we are candid with one another.

Husband: You know, I’ll be away on an extended overseas assignment this summer.

Son: Aww, that’s a shame, dad. The way the weather is shaping up, it looks like we are going to have one of the best summers ever. A scorcher!

Husband: Yes! That leads me to the question that I want to ask you. It’s a bit awkward though.

Son: Dad, just shoot.

Husband: You see, your mum and I stumbled upon a secluded dune and cove sometime ago. We have been sunbathing nude there ever since. We are not nudists in the club or lifestyle sense. We just enjoy the sun.

Son: This is a surprise! Well, this is so cool! My parents are skinny dippers! And mum… hmmm… never would have thought…

Husband: Here’s the thing. I want mum to enjoy the summer in her usual way. But, I don’t feel at ease with her being naked alone in a secluded place. There is a carpark leading to the trail to the secluded dunes and cove. A parked car will indicate that there is a sunbather in the vicinity, remote as the area may be. The seclusion is a double-edged sword. Great that no one is around. But, if there is a random wandering weirdo who chances upon mum, it can spell trouble.

Son: So how can I help?

Husband: By accompanying your mum when you can.

Son: Just to be sure I understand you right. Me accompanying mum who will be nude?

Husband: Yes

Son: Errr… you and mum don’t mind me seeing her nude? Know that I’ve never seen mum in anything less than a sensible one-piece swimsuit.

Husband: Mum and I have discussed this. Initially, under the circumstances, mum had offered to sunbathe alone in her bikini. But, I know from her independent streak that under the glorious sun, she is likely to throw caution to the wind, and go nude anyway. That will be worrisome for me. So, we, or at least I, decided to go with the nudity.

Son: I see. Yes, now that you mention this, mum has that devil-may-care flippant demeanor which surfaces when one least expects it.

Husband: There will be an inevitable initial moment of nudity awkwardness. It will pass.

Son: Errr.. am I expected to be in the buff too?

Husband: It’s really your choice. The purpose of this is ensuring mum’s safety. So, your being nude or not doesn’t really matter. But, if you’re nude, it would kind of equalise the situation. A symmetry to it all. Mum won’t feel awkward. I’m afraid mum may decide not to go nude if she feels awkward, in which case this whole rationalization falls apart.

Son: I see your point…

Husband: Safety first.

Son (jocularly): Have you considered the remote possibility that under the circumstances, I, your son, may be the, in military jargon, the clear and present danger to mum?

Husband (guffawing): You’re manifestly wicked! Yes, your mum is sexy. For a mature woman in her fifties, she has her rightful allocation of flabs and sags. But, she has defied the march of nature, and gravity well. Buxom. Curvy. Breasts with just the right sag. Well defined arse orbs.

Son: Dad, stop, stop! No more spoilers.

Husband: Your mum is a piece of work. I get carried away. I forget we are talking about my wife, and your mum.

Son: Seriously, growing up, I have never seen much of mum. No childhood accidental bathroom ooops nudity flashes. No bathroom to bedroom streak sprints. No teenhood inadvertent fleeting lingerie exposés. No spectacular wardrobe malfunctions. I cannot remember ever having any access to mum’s wardrobe and laundry basket lingerie velvety stash.

Husband (jocularly): Oh, you poor child! I didn’t know. We didn’t know. What an underprivileged, deprived, dreary childhood! What an austere upbringing!

Son (quipping): Yes, starved of my rightful oedipal rations. Consequently, I am an epileptic, stuttering Freudian mess today.

Husband (jocularly): It’s never too late. Mum will make it up to you. I am so glad we have this conversation.

Son: Dad, seriously, what if I sport a stiffy. I am a son and an emerging man. Mum is a mother and a woman. At some level, the man and the woman will show up.

Husband: I can’t speak for your mum. But, knowing her, she will display outward sheepishness, and will feel validated by your pointed approval. She will be mutedly elated that she has elicited a reaction from a strapping young lad.

Son: You seem very open about this…

Husband: Besides being a father, I am a son and a man too. I’ve been there. The Freudian trip.

Son: Hmmm…

Husband: Oh! There is something else you should know too.

Son: There is more?

Husband: I’ll be having this same conversation with your uncle. Mum’s brother.

Son: What? Is it really necessary that he has to know about this?

Husband: There is a bit more to what you are thinking of.

Son: Oh? What may that be?

Husband: You have kıbrıs escort your own plans and schedules. There will be times when mum wants to sunbathe, and you’re busy, and can’t accompany her. It’s not fair that mum dominates all your free time. Knowing your headstrong mum, she will just go ahead alone with her sunbathing if you are unavailable. So, we rope in your uncle as an alternate. This will give mum some scheduling flexibility, and also not take up so much of your time. Mum will also feel better, not being a drag on any one person. Your uncle is widowed, and not with anyone now. He runs his internet business from home, so he will have time.

Son: Hmmm… interesting…

Husband: There is also a secondary incidental objective to this.

Son: There is? Let me guess. You are recruiting Grandad too? We are going big on family bonding?

Husband (jocularly): Hey, that’s an idea! Seriously, we think that this is a good opportunity to induct you and your uncle into nudism. Not in the organized nudism movement sense. Just enjoying the sun, sea and wind au naturel whenever. Chill, casual, easy. Where we are living, desolate miles upon miles of dunes and coves, it’s criminal not to enjoy the sun as it should be enjoyed. And maybe if you and your uncle are hooked, you can join mum and me in future.

Son: Dad, I am cool with this arrangement, odd as it may sound. I do feel somewhat awkward about the nudity thing. I hope mum is comfortable with this all.

Husband: Just enjoy the experience. And the mum-son bonding. Just go with the flow.

Son (jocularly): I hope it won’t come to flow! Lots of laughs!

***

When I have my quiet tea time, I ponder the candid conversation that my husband had with my son. Hmmm… all that Freudian oedipal nuanced banter. Is there something more simmering beneath my son’s comments? Am I reading too much into this dad-son boys pub tête-à-tête? Did my son find me attractive in his teenhood? How have those feelings morphed now that I am in my mellowed fifties, and he, a strapping young man? These thoughts pique me. Well, I will have ample opportunity to find out in the dunes. I get a tingle from the thought. I shouldn’t really. But, I do. Hmmm… what’s happening here?

***

Chapter 4

My Husband And My Brother Chat

Later, my husband talks to my brother. His brother-in-law. He kind of had the conversation script rehearsed in his mind, from the earlier exchange with our son, with improvisions of course, as he is talking to a mature man. This is what my husband recounts to me afterwards, again, in near verbatim.

Husband: You know, I’ll be away on an extended overseas assignment this summer.

Brother: That’s a shame. We are going to have scorcher summer.

Husband: Yes. That leads me to the favour that I want to ask you. It’s a bit awkward though…

Brother: We have always been candid with one another. Shoot!

Husband: You see, your sister and I stumbled upon a secluded dune and cove sometime ago. We have been sunbathing nude there ever since. We are not nudists in the club or lifestyle sense. We just enjoy the sun.

Brother: Really?

Husband: Why the surprise?

Brother: Hmmm… I just didn’t expect my prim and proper sis to be a nudist, even if in a secluded place. Quite a revelation.

Husband: Here’s the thing. I want your sis to enjoy the summer in her usual way. But, I don’t feel at ease with her being naked alone in a secluded place. The seclusion is a double-edged sword. Great that not a soul is around. But, if there is a random wandering lurking creep who chances upon her, it can spell trouble.

Brother: So how can I help?

Husband: By accompanying your sis when your schedule permits.

Brother: Just to be sure I get you right. Me accompanying my sis, your wife, who will be in her native glory?

Husband: Yes

Brother: Errr… you and her don’t mind me seeing her nude? Know that I’ve never seen my sis in anything less than a sensible one-piece swimsuit. And that was like when she was in her twenties. Eons ago.

Husband: Your sis and I have discussed this. Initially, under the circumstances, she offered to sunbathe alone in her bikini. But, I know from her independent streak that under the glorious sun, she is likely to throw caution to the sea wind, and go nude anyway. That will be worrisome for me. So, we, or at least I, decided to go with the nudity.

Brother: Yes, sis has that derring-do demeanor since she was young. She has that more so than me.

Husband: There will be an inevitable initial moment of nudity awkwardness. It will pass.

Brother: Am I expected to be starkers too?

Husband: It’s really your choice. The purpose of this is ensuring her safety. So, your being nude or not doesn’t really matter. But, if you’re nude, it would kind of equalise the situation. A symmetry to it all. She won’t feel awkward. I’m afraid she may decide not to go nude if she feels awkward, in which case our whole discussion here is moot.

Brother: I see your point…

Husband: Safety first.

Brother (jocularly): You know I have been widowed for coming to two years now. Have you considered the possibility, wildly remote as it may be, that under the circumstances, I may be the danger that you worry about, to your wife? Lots of laughs!

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