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Wife’s Best Friend Ch. 02

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This is the second part to: Wife’s best Friend. This is a fictional series based on my true fantasy! I hope everyone enjoys these as much as I do!

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As she is lying on the couch naked, I can see my cum slowly oozing out of her wet pussy. I feel my dick starting to rise as I take in her sexy body. Janice immediately notices it and says that I guess it’s time for round 2!

She bends over and takes me into her mouth for the second time! This time however she immediately gets down to business. She takes every inch of my 7 inches in to her mouth. Her lips feel incredible around my shaft, and I am immediately immersed in ecstasy. She knows exactly how I like it, and is doing it masterfully. I begin to explore her body with my hands, I take her breasts into my hands and begin to massage them. Ending with her nipples between my finger tips. With her nipples at attention, I then slide my hand down to her pussy. I begin to work her clit with my index finger bahis siteleri moving in small circles. I then hear a muffled moan of approval, and I continue to work her clit with my fingers. I hear breathing become more erratic as she devours my dick. I then hear her gasp as she begins to climax again! I continue to explore her entire pussy with my fingers. I go from her cum soaked entrance back up to her clit. Each time my fingers slip inside a little further. Until finally my hand travels to her love nest, and I completely insert two fingers. I begin to search out her gspot, and am pleased when I am rewarded with a muffled moan. I immediately begin to finger fuck her stimulating her gspot as I do so. After only a few moments she releases my dick from her mouth and begins to scream as she has a massive orgasm. I also feel her pussy gush as she cums on to my couch… soaking the cushions! I remove my cum soaked fingers and begin to kiss her.

She canlı bahis siteleri tells me that she wants ride me and pushes me down onto the couch. She then mounts me and slowly inserts my dick into her. She has my entire dick in her pussy and begins to ride it. She leans over me as she begins to grind down against me. She is making sure that her clit is grinding against my skin as she fucks me. With her tits dangling over my face, I take a nipple into my mouth. I bite down on her nipple and she lets out a sharp gasp. She starts to grind harder as she is coming closer to another climax. Her pussy slides easily up and down my shaft and it is clear that she is enjoying fucking it. Her head goes back as she lets out a long drawn out moan as she cums.

I then roll her onto the couch and begin to slowly fuck her. As I push fully into her pussy I make sure my movements are calculated perfectly. As I pull out I pull my hips up and make sure that güvenilir bahis my dick rubs against her gspot. I also begin to stimulate her clit with my thumb in full slow circles. I look into her eyes and can see that she loves the way I am fucking her right now. I continue my slow methodical movements and I can see that she is beyond excited. I look down as my dick pulls out and see that she is beginning to creaming up. I keep moving in and out slowly building her to another climax. As my thumb circles her clit, I hear her demand, “Make me cum” I tell her that her wish is my command as I slowly pick up the pace of my movements. As I begin to pick up the pace her breathing picks up, she is now moaning as my dick goes in, and as I pull it out. Every stroke I go just a little bit faster, until she is moaning constantly. I see her face scrunch as she gets extremely close to another climax. Until finally she is cumming.

I then pull out and bring my dick over to her beautiful lips. She immediately takes me into her mouth again and begins to suck fast and hard. I couldn’t believe that my wife’s best friend could make me feel this good. As I came closer to an orgasm, I hear the front door known start to rattle…

To be continued!

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Der Balderschwang Clan (22)

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Teil 22 – Ein unerwartet netter Abend

Wir luden mein Gepäck ins Auto, ich warf die Haustür ins Schloss und schon waren wir wieder unterwegs. Bei mir angekommen, wollte sich Hannes verabschieden.

„Darf ich Dich denn nicht als Dankeschön wenigstens noch auf einen Kaffee einladen?” Hannes zögerte.

„Und außerdem sollst Du doch die Sachen sicherlich wieder mitbringen?”

„Och, das hat Zeit.”

„Ich komm aber ohne Dich auch nicht mehr aus den Stiefeln!”

„Das ist ein Argument, da kann ich ja schlecht nein sagen!”

„Eben, wenn Dir Dein Job lieb ist.” spottete ich, was Hannes mit einem breiten Grinsen quittierte.

Wir fuhren in die Tiefgarage und bestiegen den Fahrstuhl. Im Erdgeschoss hielt der Lift und Herr Hawkins stieg dazu.

„Grüß Gott, die Herren, oh Sie kommen vom Reiten?”

„Ja, ein Bekannter hat hier ein Gestüt?”

„Sie meinen Herrn Herzog?”

Ich musste unwillkürlich lachen:

„Ja natürlich kennt man sich hier untereinander, das vergesse ich immer noch. Ja bei Herrn Herzog war ich und sein Stallbursche…”

ich brach ab, was sagte ich denn jetzt wieder? Stallbursche, wir sind doch nicht mehr im Mittelalter.

„Angenehm Hannes, Hannes Wagenknecht. Ich bin wirklich Stallbursche, der Ausdruck wirkt vielleicht ein wenig antiquiert, aber trifft die Sache immer noch am besten.”

„Ebenfalls, ja ich habe schon gehört, dass Ihr Chef wieder im Lande ist, grüßen Sie ihn mal schön von mir. Wir kennen uns noch von früher. Ich bin übrigens Jeffrey Hawkins”

„Das mache ich gerne, Herr Hawkins, hat mich gefreut.”

Die Aufzugtür ging auf. Im Rausgehen schaute Herr Hawkins genüsslich auf Hannes´ Hintern und hob, als dieser es nicht sehen konnte, den Daumen und nickte anerkennend. Ich grinste und folgte ihm.

„Mach es Dir gemütlich, ich probiere mal meinen neuen Kaffeeautomat aus. Also keine Garantie, wenn der Kaffee nicht schmeckt!”

„Bist wohl erst kürzlich hier eingezogen?”

„Ja, stimmt, wie kommste drauf. Naja ist alles noch so ordentlich, so wie in nem Möbelhaus, als wenn hier überhaupt keiner wohnt.”

“Ja da hast Du Recht. Bin erst seit 3 Wochen in Balderschwang, beruflich. Ich arbeite für Wiesenhuber & Riedelmayr und die Wohnung hat mir die Firma gestellt. Vorher war ich im Ochs´n untergekommen.”

„Im Ochs´n? Ich dachte der Michi baut um?”

„Tut er auch. Das ist nur die offizielle Version.”

„Äh? Is ja auch Wurscht.”

„So hier der Kaffee!”

„Danke, aber nett hast Du´s hier und ne schöne Aussicht, besonders die Terrasse ist geil!”

„Ja, aber die werde ich wohl erst nächsten Frühling ausprobieren können!”

„Gut gelegen und nicht einsehbar. Täte mir auch gefallen.”

„Kannst ja im Sommer wiederkommen und sie mit mir gemeinsam ausprobieren.”

„Du das mach ich sogar!”

„Abgemacht!”

“So jetzt hock Dich mal hin, damit ich Dir die Stiefel ausziehen kann, dafür bin ich ja schließlich mitgekommen!”

„Stimmt, Du hast bestimmt noch was vor, was?”

„Ja, ich wollte noch ne Runde schwimmen gehen. Haste nicht Bock mitzukommen?”

„Hört sich nicht schlecht an. Wo wolltest Du denn hin. So ein Saunabad?”

„Nee nur ein paar Bahnen drehen, im Schwimmbad im Nachbarort.”

„Muss mal schauen, ob ich überhaupt ne Badehose hier habe. Aber sag mal, wenn Du nur Schwimmen willst, da brauchen wir gar nicht so weit. Wir haben hier im Haus ein Schwimmbad.”

“Ach gibt´s das noch? Da ist doch nie einer hingegangen. Dachte schon, dass die das mittlerweile geschlossen haben.”

„Keine Ahnung, ich hab´s selber noch nicht ausprobiert. Aber der Hawkins hat mir das beim Einzug gesagt und mir die Chipkarte gegeben. Hast Du Deine Sachen denn mit?”

„Nee, die Tasche steht noch zu hause!”

„Ja dann lass mich mal nach was zum anziehen suchen.”

„Erst mal die Stiefel aus jetzt.”

Ich tat wie mir befohlen und es ging einfacher raus als vorhin rein. Als beide aus waren, wollte ich aufstehen.

„Na, komm jetzt kann ich dir die Hose auch noch ausziehen.”

Ich öffnete die Knöpfe und schwupps war meine Hose weg. Hannes schaute etwas irritiert, dass ich nichts drunter trug, sagte aber nichts. Ich sprang auf und eilte ins Schlafzimmer und kam mit 2 Boxershorts zurück.

„Du, was anderes hab ich nicht.”

„Wird schon gehen und wenn wir alleine sind, können wir ja eigentlich auch ohne schwimmen!”

Ich nickte und war mir wieder einmal nicht sicher, was ich von dieser Aussage halten sollte.

Wir nahmen den Lift und mit der Chipkarte öffnete ich die Tür zum Schwimmbad. Es war alles dunkel, offensichtlich war keiner da. Wir gingen durch die Umkleiden und die Duschen und im gesamten Bad war wirklich niemand. Hannes entblätterte sich und sprang ins Wasser.

„Na, was ist, trauste Dich nicht?”

„Doch, doch.”

Und sprang hinterher. Wir schwammen türkçe bahis ein paar Bahnen und relaxten dann am Beckenrand und unterhielten uns über dieses und jenes. Ich war mir nun sicher, dass seine Bemerkung von vorhin keinerlei Zweideutigkeit enthielt und er es einfach völlig normal fand unter Männern auch mal nackend ins Becken zu springen, als plötzlich der Summer ertönte und offensichtlich jemand anderes noch zum Schwimmen kam. Wir schauten uns an und kicherten wie 2 Schuljungen, die bei einem Streich erwischt wurden, als plötzlich Hawkins im Bademantel in der Tür stand.

„Oh, beim nächsten Mal müssen Sie aber einen ausgeben.”

„Oder Sie!”

Er entledigte sich seines Bademantels und zum Vorschein kam ein gut gebauter 50 jähriger Kerl. Das breite Kreuz, dass ich bei meinem Erstbesuch festgestellt hatte, passte offensichtlich auch zum Rest des gut durch trainierten Körpers.

Nachdem er ebenfalls ein paar Bahnen geschwommen war, gesellte er sich zu uns. Besser gesagt stellte er sich zwischen uns und legte seine Arme um uns.

„Meine Herren, da wir uns heute sicher nicht noch einmal zufällig begegnen werden, darf ich Sie beide nachher noch auf ein Bierchen bei mir zu hause einladen?”

„Ja,” antwortete Hannes, „ein Bier wäre nicht schlecht!”

„Sind sie denn jetzt schon eingerichtet?”

„Ja, endlich und es wäre mir ein Vergnügen mit Ihnen meine neue Bar einzuweihen!”

„Da können wir ja kaum mehr nein sagen, was Hannes?” Er nickte.

„Das freut mich aber.”

Er schaute an uns herunter und bemerkte, dass wir gar keine Badekleidung trugen.

„Ja was ist denn das?” als ich plötzlich seine Hände auf meiner Hüfte spürte. Ich nahm an, dass seine andere Hand sicherlich auf Hannes´ Hüfte ruhte, als dieser erwiderte.

„Herr Hawkins, wir können uns ja gerne bei einem Bierchen besser kennen lernen, aber nehmen Sie Ihre Hände da bitte weg.”

Irritiert schaute mich Hawkins an und ich schüttelte den Kopf um ihm zu suggerieren:

„Nein, der ist nicht schwul!” was er offensichtlich sofort begriff und tat wie ihm geheißen wurde und sagte zu Hannes gewandt:

„Oh Verzeihung, was ist nur in mich gefahren.”

„Schon gut, ist ja nix passiert!” Hannes schwang sich aus dem Wasser und wir beobachteten dabei jede Faser seines Körpers als er sich auf den Weg zur Dusche machte.

„Hawkins, da hast Du Dich leider zu früh gefreut.”

„Meinst Du ich habe ihn jetzt verschreckt?”

„Keine Ahnung, überrumpelt hast Du ihn schon. Gib uns mal ein bisschen Vorsprung, ich werde ihm mal auf den Zahn fühlen und wenn alles in Ordnung ist, dann kommen wir bei Dir vorbei und wenn nicht dann rufe ich Dich unter einem geschäftlichen Vorwand auf dem Handy an, dann weißt Du dass aus dem Abend nichts mehr wird.”

„Ok, abgemacht. Dann hoffentlich bis später.”

Ich folgte Hannes unter die Dusche, der schon voller Schaum war und mich daher nicht sehen konnte. Ich hatte also einen kurzen Augenblick den ich ihn ungehemmt beobachten konnte. Leider spülte er bald den Schaum ab und sah mich vor ihm stehen.

„Gibste mir mal das Duschgel?”

„Klar!”

Ich duschte mich auch schnell und ging in den Umkleideraum.

„Na wo ist denn der Grabscher?”

„Der dreht noch ein paar Runden, wir sollen ihn später abholen.”

„Aha, aber sag mal, weißt Du ob der schwul ist?”

„Lass uns mal hochgehen und dann reden wir, ok?”

Er nickte.

„Willste Dich denn nicht anziehen?”

„Nö, dann muss ich mich doch oben schon wieder umziehen, ein Handtuch reicht doch. Oder meinst Du das würde Deine Nachbarn schocken, wenn 2 halbnackte Kerle durchs Treppenhaus flitzen?”

„Keine Ahnung, ich kenne hier noch niemanden! Lassen wir es auf einen Versuch ankommen.”

Tatsächlich trafen wir im Fahrstuhl einen Mann im Blaumann. Offensichtlich war er beruflich hier und nickte nur leicht.

Oben angekommen, setzte ich mich auf die Couch und deutete Hannes ebenfalls Platz zu nehmen. Um die Couch nicht nass zu machen, zog er sich das Handtuch vorher ab und warf sich breitbeinig auf die Couch. Ich warf ihm eine Decke zu, was er verwundert zur Kenntnis nahm, sich aber dann doch mit ihr bedeckte.

„Du hast das schon ganz richtig kapiert, Hawkins ist schwul.”

„Habe ich auch kein Problem mit, wollt es nur wissen.”

„Das ist prima. Aber…”

„Aber was?”

„Er hat 2 und 2 zusammengezählt und ist Dir daher an die Wäsche gegangen!”

„Du meinst…?”

“Ja, Hannes ich bin auch schwul. Ich dachte Du wüsstest das?”

„Nein woher denn?”

„Willst Du mit jetzt sagen, dass Du nicht weißt, dass Dein Chef ebenfalls in meiner Liga spielt?”

„Ja das Gerücht kenne ich, aber ich dachte immer, da sei nichts dran!”

„Doch, ist es.”

„Ach so und deshalb hast Du mir jetzt die Decke zugeworfen, damit ich mich nicht iddaa siteleri unwohl fühle?”

„Erraten. Du hast mich schon ein wenig im Unklaren gelassen. Wie Du mir vorhin die Hose ausgezogen hast und wie Du dann nackt schwimmen gehen wolltest. Das würde ein schwuler Mann machen, um einen anderen aufzureißen, anderseits machtest Du dann wieder nur so auf Kumpel. Weißt Du, es ist nicht so, dass ich Dich nicht attraktiv fände. Allerdings muss ich auch nicht jedem Kerl gleich an die Wäsche gehen. Ohne jetzt auf die Kacke hauen zu wollen, ich kann mich in letzter Zeit wirklich nicht beklagen, was Angebote angeht. Da bin ich durchaus gut versorgt. Daher habe ich auch nicht versucht, Dich irgendwie anzumachen.”

„Da hatte ich auch nicht das Gefühl. Das war alles ganz easy mit Dir. Allerdings sind mir heute Mittag Deine Blicke nicht entgangen. Ich glaube Du warst schon ein bisschen geil, als ich in meinen Reiterklamotten so vor Dir rumgesprungen bin, oder?”

„Darauf kannst Du wetten. Mit Mühe und Not konnte ich mich beherrschen, als Du mir die Stiefel und dann die Hose ausgezogen hast, während Du so vor mir rumgestiefelt bist.”

„Komische Vorstellung, da baggert man bei den Frauen rum wie´n Blöder und fährt doch immer wieder allein heim und dann wenn man sich gar nicht bewusst ist, wird man heimlich angehimmelt.”

„Ja das ist echt ungerecht, manche Heten haben keine Ahnung welche Chancen sie hätten. Aber um noch mal auf Hawkins zurückzukommen. Ich habe ihm schon gesteckt, dass Du nicht schwul bist. Soll ich ihm absagen für heute Abend?”

Hannes schwieg für einen Moment.

„Dem zahlen wir es heim!”

„Was?”

„Rache ist süß. Er ist mir doch an die Wäsche gegangen. Wir gehen zu ihm und dann spielen wir ihm eine ordentliche Szene vor, dass wir 2 ein Liebespaar wären. Das wird lustig.”

Ich war noch nicht von seiner Idee überzeugt.

„Hör mal, Du weißt nicht, worauf Du Dich da einlässt. Du spielst da mit dem Feuer. Eine solche Situation endet unter Umständen in einem Dreier und so wie ich Dich verstanden habe, willst Du ja nur so tun als ob?”

„Meinst Du?”

„Nun ja, wir könnten ja klarstellen, dass wir monogam sind. Das würde ihm deutlich machen, dass er gar nicht versuchen braucht uns anzumachen und dass wir nur an einem höflichen Nachbarschaftsbesuch und ein paar Drinks interessiert sind. Aber ich halte das dennoch für eine Schnapsidee!”

Wieder überlegt er eine Weile. Er sprang plötzlich auf rannte in mein Schlafzimmer und rief mir zu:

„Aber ich habe ja gar nichts zum Anziehen dabei. Kann ich mir nicht was von dir leihen? Als ich ins Schlafzimmer kam, stand er vor dem offenen Schrank, in dem ich Richards Lederklamotten deponiert hatte und hielt sich bereits eine Lederhose vor.

„Von der Länge her würd´s doch passen, oder?”

„Ja bestimmt, allerdings bist Du etwas muskulöser als ich, könnte knapp werden. Versuchs halt.”

Bei der Hose die er sich ausgesucht hatte war jedoch bereits an der Hüfte Schluss.

„Lass die mal, ich habe da ne Idee.”

Ich gab ihm die Zimmermanns Lederhose und die ging sogar über die Hüfte, auch wenn sie nicht zu ging.

„Leg Dich mal aufs Bett.”

Ich kniete mich über ihn und versuchte die Hose zu schließen.

„Nimm mal Deine Kronjuwelen und leg sie nach oben. Halt die Luft an und ich versuch die Reißverschlüsse zu zuziehen.” Er tat wie ich ihm befahl. Jedoch konnte ich die Reißverschlüsse nicht hochziehen. Ich drückte mit der Hand seinen Schwanz an den Unterkörper und war endlich erfolgreich.

„Du machst Sachen mit mir, Hannes. Zu ist sie ja jetzt, aber Deine Beule ist echt schamlos. Willst Du das echt durchziehen?”

Statt mir zu antworten, sprang er auf und betrachtete sich im Spiegel.

„So kann ich doch gehen, noch ein schönes enges T-Shirt drüber und der Hawkins wird aus dem Sabbern nicht mehr rauskommen. Meinst Du nicht?”

„Garantiert. Hier versuch mal dieses Army Shirt.”

„Perfekt. Dann nimm Du die andere Hose.”

Er hielt sie mir hin und sah meine Erektion und grinste.

„Oh, hat Dich das geil gemacht?”

„Du kannst fragen stellen, Du durchtriebenes Früchten!”

Ich nahm lachend die Hose und quetschte mich hinein.

„Lass uns gehen, bevor ich mich vergesse.”

Schön aufgeledert verließen wir die Wohnung und klingelten nebenan bei Hawkins, der sogleich die Tür öffnete und dann sprachlos vor uns stand.

„Sind wir zu spät, Herr Hawkins? Wir konnten uns einfach nicht entscheiden, was wir anziehen sollten.”

Und schon war er in die Wohnung gestürmt. Hawkins bat mich rein und führte mich zur Bar wo Hannes schon breitbeinig auf einem Barhocker thronte und uns bereitwillig seine Beule präsentierte. Hawkins schluckte und ich grinste unfreiwillig.

„Ja, was kann ich Ihnen denn anbieten?”

“Vielleicht erst einmal deneme bonusu veren siteler einen Prosecco zur Begrüßung?” schlug ich vor.

Ich nahm auch auf einem Hocker Platz und Hawkins ging hinter die Theke um eine Flasche zu öffnen. Wir prosteten uns zu und waren schnell beim Du, als Hannes so richtig loslegte.

„Jeffrey, ich war da vorhin im Bad wohl etwas schroff, aber das ist alles noch so neu für mich. Ich bin ja gerade erst mit Dominik zusammen und bin oftmals noch so schüchtern und unerfahren im Umgang mit anderen Männern.”

„So so, na dann meine besten Glückwünsche für das junge Paar.”

„Danke, darf ich Jeff zu Dir sagen?”

Ich warf ein: “Ich hätte jetzt gerne ein Bier!”

„Ich bitte auch und ne Runde Kümmerling dazu wenn Du hast!”

„Kommt sofort” Hannes zog mich zu sich ran und legte seine Hand auf meinen Schenkel als Jeffrey gerade die beiden Biere abstellte und es wurde ihm sichtlich heiß, als er uns 2 vermeintlichen Turteltauben in Leder hier vor sich sah.

Schweißperlen standen ihm auf der Stirn und er knöpfte sich sein weißes Hemd auf und trocknete sich den Schweiß mit einem Taschentuch. Schnell waren die Biere geleert und Hannes verlangte nach Nachschub. Er war jetzt so richtig in Fahrt und der Alkohol schien bei ihm erste Wirkung zu zeigen, denn er plapperte ohne Unterhalt drauf los.

„Weißt Du, Jeff, ich bin so glücklich, dass ich meinen Schatz hier gefunden habe, seit dem interessiert mich kein anderer mehr.”

„Oh herzlichen Glückwunsch, ich hatte den Anschein, dass Dominik das etwas lockerer mit der Treue siehst. Wie hieß Dein Assistent noch gleich, mit dem ich euch von meinem Balkon aus beobachten konnte wie ihr euch vergnügt habt?” —

„Wie Du kannst ihn Dominiks Schlafzimmer sehen?”

„Ja wenn er das Rollo oben lässt!”

„Markus” antwortete ich wahrheitsgemäß. „Nun, das war vor Hannes und wenn man Single ist, da sollte man jede Situation ergreifen, die sich einem bietet. Das hältst Du doch sicherlich auch so Jeffrey?”

„Das will ich wohl meinen. Und ich will ehrlich sein, ein Dreier mit Euch, würde mich schon reizen, aber natürlich respektiere ich Eure Entscheidung, leider.”

Hannes zog mich an sich heran und nuckelte an meinem Ohrläppchen bevor er den nächsten Kümmerling runterkippte. Ich dachte ich bin in einem schlechten Film, aber Hannes war nicht zu stoppen. Nach dem 4. oder 5 Bier schlang er von hinten seine Arme um mich und begann mir meinen Schritt zu massieren. Hawkins, der nun wie wir vor der Theke stand, hatte einen guten Blick auf meine stetig anschwellende Beule, die durch meine enge Lederhose natürlich umso mehr betont wurde. Das war zuviel für ihn. Während mich Hannes von hinten bearbeitete, hatte ich plötzlich eine 3. Hand an meinem Schwanz.

„Ach Dominik, jetzt wird es langsam Zeit wieder rüber zu gehen, wir sind Jeff schon lange genug zur Last gefallen, er wird sicher auch müde sein.”

„Ja, Du hast recht. Es ist Zeit zu gehen. Jeff, danke für den schönen Abend, aber ich glaube wir müssen jetzt ins Bettchen!”

Er war bemüht sich nichts anmerken zu lassen, aber innerlich schien er zu brodeln. Wir verabschiedeten uns mit einem Kuss auf beide Wangen und schwankten nach draußen in meine Wohnung. Als wir die Tür von Ihnen schlossen, mussten wir beide laut lachen und ich deutete Hannes leise zu sein und zog ihn ins Schlafzimmer und schloss die Tür. Dort prusteten wir noch einmal los. Ich lehnte mit dem Rücken an der Schlafzimmertür, als Hannes sich auf´s Bett warf und mich zu sich winkte.

„Was gibt das denn jetzt?” fragte ich etwas verunsichert.

„Jetzt geben wir ihm den Rest!” antwortete er und zog mich aufs Bett.

„Schaut er uns zu?”

„Keine Ahnung es ist zu dunkel, aber mach doch einfach die Nachtischlampe an.”

Ich kniete mich mit dem Rücken zum Fenster aufs Bett und Hannes machte eine Bewegung mit dem Kopf als würde er mir ordentlich einen blasen. Gott sei dank, konnte Jeff nicht hören, wie wir uns dabei abrollten vor Lachen.

„Du Dominik, ich kann nicht mehr, ich schwitz mich zu Tode, ich glaube ich habe auch zu viel gesoffen.”

„Dann lass gut sein.”

Aus den Augenwinkeln konnte ich Jeff nicht sehen.

„Ich denke, er liegt bereits im Bett und keult sich vor lauter Frust ordentlich einen.”

„Das könnte ich jetzt auch gebrauchen!”

„Vergiss es, Du bist besoffen und morgen wachst Du mit schlechtem Gewissen auf. Du hast mich zwar heute ordentlich geil gemacht, aber den Gefallen tu ich Dir heute bestimmt nicht mehr. Wenn Du morgen früh nüchtern bist, können wir sehen, was passiert, aber so kommt mir das nicht in die Tüte. Dann schiebst Du morgen mir alles in die Schuhe und redest Dich raus damit, dass Du zu viel getrunken hast. Nee, mein Lieber.”

Von der anderen Seite des Bettes ertönte nur noch ein Schnarchen. Ich zog im die Stiefel und die Hose aus und deckte ihn zu, jedoch nicht ohne mir seine Männlichkeit noch einmal anzusehen. Eigentlich eine Schande, doch da tat sich offensichtlich auch nichts mehr. Kopfschüttelnd über die Ereignisse des heutigen Abends begab ich mich auch zur Ruh und schloss schmunzelnd die Augen.

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Bleak midwinters. Shane Houston supposed they didn’t get a whole lot bleaker than working Christmas Eve late shift in Cinemagic Video, frosty winds or otherwise. He glanced up from his paperback at the garishly-lit dreariness to check for customers. The drab horror of the place was only emphasised by the few decorations Arlo had cared to string casually about the shelf-tops. God, you’d think the guy might put in a little effort if he wanted to keep his business solvent. Shane had been short on festive joy when he’d begun work that afternoon; the inate despair of his surroundings was sapping what was left.

Distraction strolled into view from one of the aisles – a Santa-suited piece of eye-candy which stirred him from his funk in a way that his crime novel had thus far failed to do. Strawberry-blonde hair spilled from under her jauntily-balanced, fur-trimmed hat and her similarly fringed scarlet costume was fitted to draw double-takes from good and bad boys alike. Shane’s brain made a tracking-shot of her progress along the New Releases section; she walked so daintily in those little black ankle-boots and how her stocking seams traced the supple curves of her legs all the way up to that brief shock of suspender-crossed thigh – oh Baby Jesus… Then her eyes flicked suddenly his direction and he assumed nonchalance just a little too late.

“Mind on the job, stud. Quit checkin’ out Santa’s Little Helper.” Arlo’s sledgehammer quips were always overtly loud when there was a chance of applying a little humiliation. The Santa-girl glanced over again as Shane’s rumpled boss sloped from the back room, rubbing his bleary, ill-shaved face with one hand. He picked up the discarded novel and glanced at the cover dismissively. “Ehhh – am I running a bookstore here?”

“Sorry?” Shane felt more perplexed than usual by his employer’s sour demeanour. He supposed it was a Christmas thing.

“You’re working in DVD rental.” The over-emphasis on the final words as though addressing a child. “Try and keep a little focus on the job in hand. Look as though you give a shit and maybe I’ll employ your ass into the New Year.”

Shane’s mind swam with choice epithets on the wisdom of maintaining an independent DVD store in this age of on-line rental, not to mention what the hell he was supposed to focus on that customer-lite Christmas Eve, but as ever he shared none of his thoughts. He needed this dubious posting to fund his studies until he made some – any – other arrangement. “Yes boss,” he said, rapping his knuckles decisively on the counter with minimum betrayal of sarcasm. “Consider my act sharpened up.”

Arlo eyed him critically. “Yeah. Well. Good.” He began to struggle his ungainly form into a bulky winter coat. “I’ve gotta go out. You’re minding the place the rest of the day. And locking up.”

Shane was taken aback. “I’m – eh – supposed to be finishing at six…” He stared at his boss in a semi-daze. There were still family gifts to be bought. “We had an agreement…”

“Plans change. The other guy bailed. And I’ve got stuff needs doing.” Like festive binge-drinking before he dragged his sorry ass home to his God-forsaken wife, thought Shane. “You want this job or not?” he was challenged.

“Yeah yeah, you go,” Shane muttered in resignation to his fate, rather than the job. “I’ll cover it.”

“I mean it’s not like you’ve got a girlfriend to worry about these days,” Arlo said casually and loudly, as he raised the partition and made for the shop-front door. He paused there to deliver a final parting shot. “Hey, she did you a favour. One less gift to worry about, right?” And the door slammed.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas too, you dumb bastard. Shane was smarting from the unprovoked volley. He did not dare look up in case he caught Miss Claus’s eye again. Bad luck that Arlo had overheard his recent conversation with another clerk on the subject of Shelley. I wasn’t dumped, he might have protested, not as such. But the truth did not provide greater comfort. He could have followed his ex to the UK as she pursued her studies, she had said she wanted him to, but there was his creative writing course there in New York – his chance to redeem his college-dropout ass. They’d both made their tough choice.

Or in his case had it been an excuse? Couldn’t he have found himself a similar course amongst the Limeys? Was he just too shy of commitment or the unknown or just shaking up his life a bit? Shelley had suggested as such. The warmth of her hug at the airport had just impressed salt into the wound her skepticism had opened. And now she was three thousand miles off, dating some guy in London. Merry Christmas, buddy-boy, Merry fucking…

“Hey.”

“Oh – Hi, sorry.” He had been staring down as though absorbed in the computer screen, to the extent that he had not noticed the vision in red hovering before the counter. “Off in my own world.”

“That’s okay. Anywhere nice?” Santa-girl smiled openly, unassumingly, and canlı bahis it lit up her already pretty features – the neat, straight little nose, high cheekbones, crystal-blue eyes and crimson-painted lips all gloriously enhanced by what moderate attention she appeared to be showing him. His response had to fight its way from his mouth.

“Yyyeah, a real – festive funland.” He smiled ruefully, aware that she would have heard Arlo’s every disdainful word to him. “It’s called retail. Feels like I’m the only one not joining in the celebrations.” He glanced tactfully over her low-cut, high-hitched St Nick costume.

“Hello,” she said in cheery exasperation, and she flicked her hands upwards into a check-this-out pose. “This isn’t my normal party-wear, you know!” The move had the effect of ramping up her satin-bra-ed cleavage impressively. Her apple-round tits were trimmed with ermine; it made Shane feel seasonal for the first time that December. “I’ve been handing out nightclub flyers all day,” she informed him. “My butt’s frozen off!” She gave a demonstrative shiver as she handed over her rental DVD cover and her petite frame, clad in red satin, shimmied delightfully. “And I’ve still got another batch to get through. What you reading?”

“Oh…” Fetching the DVD insert, he felt her degree of interest in him a minor Christmas miracle. “Crime story, LA Confidential. By James Elroy. Y’know, sex, murder, police brutality. ‘Tis the season to be jolly…”

“Yeah, right, very Christmassy,” she grinned. “Whatever happened to The Grinch?”

“I am the Grinch this year,” he smiled back wryly, handing over the packaged disc. “Hey, the murders and police brutality happen at Christmas, that any good?”

“Sure, that’s okay then,” she smirked, handing over payment. “Hey, I read a Raymond Chandler book once. Had a teacher who was into that stuff. I liked it. I kind of wanted to be a femme fatale.”

“Really? ‘She walked into the room in a Santa suit and I could tell she was trouble’, that kind of thing?” Wow, she was giggling in response. Shane actually felt on a roll here – what were the odds of that?

“Something like that,” she said a touch slyly.

“Well we’ve got the movie of this over in Crime Classics,” Shane advised her, holding up the Elroy. “It’s got a great femme fatale. And your boyfriend might prefer it to PS I Love You.” He cringed severely inside as he said the last bit; he always hated crowbarring in those cheesy test-the-water references. But sometimes you just had to, never more so than on the brink of a joy-free holiday.

“He would have,” she replied with a tinge of melancholy, and her smile faded. She turned to leave, pausing just slightly to check his name badge. “Gotta go. You have a Merry Christmas, Shane the Grinch. Bye.” She flashed a smile like a beautiful glimpse of winter sunshine and made for the door.

Shane grasped for some last conversational straw. “Hope you find someone to guide your sleigh tonight!” She turned at the door, gave a brief giggle and was gone. The skin on his face tightened in a mask of embarrassment and his hands balled into fists of mortification. He’d been doing okay, the Bogart bit had felt almost inspired. And then… Hope you find someone to…. What the fuck was I… “Damn!” One fist jammed hard into the countertop. Which hurt. “Shit! Ow!” He sucked on his grazed knuckle. The only minor consolation was that Arlo hadn’t been witness to his final Yuletide humiliation.

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Vanessa was warming her hands around a marshmallow-heavy hot chocolate, when Sammy returned to the coffee shop. “Did you get it?”

“Yeah…” Sammy was brandishing the DVD rom-com, triumphantly it seemed; however it turned out she had other matters on her mind. “Vee, I’ve found someone…”

“One more hour of these damn leaflets in this damn cold, then it’s my place – roaring fire, sappy movie and lots of Cointreau.” Vanessa was already basking in the anticipated warmth of both fire and liqueur. The turbulent waves of her red hair had been set free from Santa-hat captivity and she obviously resented these locks’ imminent return to incarceration. “And no family to worry about till tomorrow morning.”

“Vee, listen to me.” Sammy dropped eagerly into the seat opposite her friend. “I’ve found someone, just stumbled on him. He’s a clerk in the DVD store, he’s perfect…”

“Sammy, what are you talking about?” Vanessa was irritated at having her reverie interrupted. “Perfect for what?”

“Perfect candidate. I mean – Vee, it’s Christmas Eve!”

Vanessa was confused. “What – you mean…?”

“Yes! Yule…” Sammy leaned in and dropped her voice. “Yuletide Mindfuck.”

“But … Where did this come from? We hadn’t even talked about doing it this year. I thought we’d consigned the Mindfuck to Christmas Past.”

“Well yeah, so did I, but, look, he’s such a deserving case – he’s sweet and he’s cute and he’s funny… And he’s broken up with his kaçak iddaa girlfriend. His boss was being so mean about it, left him looking like Droopy the Dog. I just wanted to – well – you know…”

Vanessa’s thoughts flicked back to the origins of Yuletide Mindfuck, five whole years ago. It never failed to make her radiate a sense of seasonal warmth. Ollie had been the kid brother of Genevieve, hers and Sammy’s roommate in the apartment they had rented during their final year of college; a good-looking if somewhat shy and gawky youth just turned eighteen, who had visited a few days from Maine in the run-up to Christmas. From the start he had seemed overwhelmed in the presence of his sister’s attractive girlfriends, eager to talk, hardly able to string a sentence.

Sammy’s discovery of the boy masturbating furiously in the shower stall one morning had been a total accident, she assured Vanessa; she had momentarily forgotten they had a guest, and that the lock needed mending. And she’d been a bit hungover, although maybe the running water should have clued her in. Her helpless, wide-eyed laughter at the poor guy’s futile attempts to contain his spasming, cum-jetting cock, had mortified him to the point that he dressed, packed his stuff and went to leave.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he had muttered incoherently, heaving his backpack towards the front door. “It’s better if I just go – just please, please don’t tell my sister, tell her I…I…”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to go anywhere,” Sammy had insisted kindly, wresting the pack from his grasp, as Vanessa had turned away to hide her amusement, and despite his shame she had convinced him.

“He’s such a sweetie,” Sammy had said to her friend, later that day. “Poor guy.”

“I know. We could so fuck with him,” Vanessa had smiled. “We could melt that boy’s head.”

“We could.” Their eyes had locked, evil brewing in both their minds. “Oh Vee, we should, we so should.”

“It is Christmas after all, Sammy. Season of giving.”

“Exactly. Just as long as Genevieve doesn’t find out…”

“To hell with her if she does. Her little brother deserves a Christmas treat.” How they had grinned.

And so the final night of his stay, when big sister had gone to bed, a bemused Ollie had been lured by text to Sammy’s room, where he had found her and Vanessa in sheer lingerie, tonguing each other’s mouth heatedly on the bed. “Shut the door and get over here, Ollie,” Vanessa had instructed the stunned high-schooler, breaking away, her hands still brushing Sammy’s face. “If you’re going to jerk off in our place, then we’ll give you something to jerk off to.”

“Or better,” Sammy had smiled sweetly, beckoning. He had looked confused and terrified, but not so much he even thought of leaving.

They had made him lower his pants and massage his fully erected prick in front of them, as they tenderly caressed each other’s French lace-encased curves. Then they had removed their brassieres, both providing a lotion-enhanced tit-fuck for the dazed youngster, both gleefully encouraging him to stroke vigorously between the other’s tight-squeezed breasts. Finally they had knelt before him to deliver a double-blowjob of advanced deliciousness, till his jolting cock was ready to release its load freely all over their waiting chests and faces. “Come on Ollie, don’t be shy, shoot it all over us!” He had. Copiously.

He had wilted to his knees, adoration akin to that of the Magi plastered all over his face, before they had kissed and gently dismissed him back to the bed-sofa in the living-room.

“So that little bit of lesbianism wasn’t too high a price?” inquired Vanessa.

“For the look on his face? Fuck, no,” laughed Sammy. “You’re a very good kisser, by the way.”

“Thanks,” said Vanessa, pleased. “So are you.”

And so passed the advent of Yuletide Mindfuck, three times repeated on consecutive Christmases: in the men’s room of a classy bar, a gym steam-room and the cloakroom of a restaurant respectively. Each time with a different subject, someone the girls had deemed deserving – regular, unassuming, with adequate personal hygiene and a reasonable level of attractiveness. A clear-cut once a year deal. “After all, it’s not like we’re sluts,” Vanessa had said firmly, as they plotted the second year’s adventure.

The whole evolving enterprise flashed instantaneously through Vanessa’s mind and sitting there in the coffee shop she could not help but smile at the memory. But she shook her head nonetheless. “No can do,” she told Sammy apologetically. “Good times, but we’ve laid it to rest. At least I have.”

“At least go look,” Sammy encouraged. “For old time’s sake. It’s just two doors down.” So Vanessa humoured her friend and went there. Glancing through the store window she saw him – mid-twenties, a little taller than her – say five ten – with dishevelled fair hair; physically quite well-developed and facially strong with just the remnant kaçak bahis of adolescent skin problems – nice eyes, Vanessa noticed. But a droop at his shoulders and a certain hangdog expression suggested all was not right in this guy’s world.

“I see what you mean,” she told Sammy on returning, “he’d definitely be a contender. If Mindfuck were still in operation. Look, don’t let me stop you. Go cheer him up yourself.”

“No,” Sammy replied a touch petulantly. “It’s more fun with two. Two’s the whole point.” She tried wheedling. “One final time, Vee. It’s been a bad few months for me with the break-up. Come on, who got you this promotions job when you needed it?”

Vanessa scowled just a little. “Look, I’m grateful for the extra money, but I’ve just had a day’s worth of getting hit on by every douche who thinks he’s owed a free fuck courtesy of the season. So even if I weren’t dating, maybe I wouldn’t be in the mood. Plus the fact that I am dating, and I’d like it to get serious. Dave’s back from Montreal two days after Christmas and I don’t want to spoil it. He sent me the sweetest text while you were gone. If things go well maybe I’ll be there meeting his family this time next year! I can’t do Mindfuck this time. Sorry, babe.”

Sammy looked glum for a moment. Then she revived, her eyes a-sparkle. “So – okay, what if you didn’t even touch him?”

“Hmmm?” Vanessa had been back to her hot chocolate, the matter dropped.

“Not even lay a finger on him. What if you left all that to me? You’d just be there to add – you know – the ‘fuck’ factor. Look, it’s because he’s not one of today’s creeps that we’d be doing it! It’s a Christmas gift, Vee. It’s traditional!”

“So – what would be my function?” Vanessa enquired with a raised eyebrow. She was still unconvinced. “Purely voyeuristic?”

“Maybe,” Sammy said thoughtfully, “maybe we could do better than that. Come on, Vanessa, you’re inventive. Help me work a l number on this guy. We can hand out the rest of the leaflets and talk through the details while we do it. He’s called Shane, Vee. I like him.” She did a little dog-panting routine and Vanessa laughed despite herself.

“Okay.” Her voice was resigned, yet good-humoured. “Since I’m such a good friend. But you do all the hands-on, right? We’ll rework it a little…” – Sammy was fairly bouncing up and down in her seat in excitement by now — “…and then we’ll roll out the Mindfuck. One final time.”

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Shane gave up and threw down his book. It was the first time James Elroy had failed him – even the devious plot convolutions and character contradictions could not retain his attention that afternoon. The wasteland that was Cinemagic Video was atrophying his brain; its despair was infecting him. He didn’t want to be some sort of brooding Dickensian spectre at the family Christmas the next day, but he didn’t think he could fake sufficient mirth to cover his current mood. Customer, customer, please – anyone. Any brief conversational exchange which might affirm his humanity in the midst of this most emotionally unforgiving of seasons. Bit of small-talk – too much to ask for? Yes? No? A moment’s pause. Okay, that would be no. He slumped back into his seat.

Then she walked in. Santa-girl. And his heart felt like it was pinballing around his insides. She ignored all the racks of DVDs, she just walked fearlessly, intently between the isles in those little black boots all the way up to him and leaned forward over the counter, an earnestly decisive expression on her cute face.

“Hey Shane, I just came back to apologise.”

He was nonplussed. “Apologise? What for?”

“Well,” she went on with a frank, confessional tone, “there you were, feeling a bit low on Christmas Eve, and there I was, tossing a Merry Christmas your way like nothing was wrong…”

“That’s okay,” Shane protested. He hated the thought that his misery had been that tangible, but was terribly pleased to see Miss Claus back again. “I’m actually pretty content with life most…”

“…And I wanted to do something about it.”

“…Of the time…Sorry?”

She was strolling casually now towards the door in the partition, raising it and moving through, crossing that sacred divide between staff and customer. Shane’s scalp was prickling. The apathy of one minute ago had been dispelled and replaced with galloping, excited confusion. “It’s just that we go about wishing Merry Christmas all the time,” she was saying, and to the earnestness was added something unambiguously sultry. “And when I thought about it, I realised I wanted to give you a Merry Christmas. Now what’s wrong with that?”

She gripped the front of his loosely hanging shirt and drew him close to her, so that her enticingly packaged, pert bosom pressed into his chest. There was a terror of the unexpected rising within him simultaneous to the rising of his dick. “You’re a really nice guy, Shane,” she purred, and it made him shiver. “I mean that’s just obvious. So this time of year why shouldn’t somebody like me make you feel really nice?” Her voice caught breathily in her throat as she said it and at the end she bit her moist lip, clutching tighter to the shirt and rising onto her toes expectantly.

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The last two days have been a display of absolute wantonness for me. I’ve been fucked more times than I can remember in all three holes. I’ve received so many spurts of warm, delicious, salty sperm in my mouth, on my tits, in my pussy and even in my asshole that I’ve now started to feel as if I am nothing more than a receptacle for the male sperm. So much so that I am thinking of getting a tattoo across my lower back that says “Cum Dump” with possibly the image of a couple of cocks spurting on both sides of it. But I get ahead of myself, let me start at the beginning.

I got married about four months ago to a very nice man who works hard and keeps me happy with all kinds of surprise gifts from time to time. But what I don’t like is that he tends to leave me and go on work trips that can range anything between five days to 15 days. It is on such days that I find myself lonely and usually end up fingering myself to an orgasm.

Before my marriage, I was sexually active, but had never had vaginal sex. It was always my ass that used to get fucked. I saved my pussy for my husband, and he dutifully deflowered me on our wedding night. Since then every day that is in town, we end up having sex before and after dinner. He’s never shown any interest in my asshole but has always been the staid missionary sex with him entering my pussy after licking me to an orgasm and then pounding away till he orgasms. Decent enough, I’d say.

As I write, my husband is away on a long tour of the remote regions of Africa and usually calls once in three-four days. This trip is a 20-day trip and so far he’s been gone for four days and has called only once. It was an absolute surprise when three days ago, one of my former hookups – Ravi – called me and generally made small talk. I invited him over and asked him if he could bring the others also with him since we hadn’t met after the marriage. I told him that my husband wasn’t in town and I was lonely and could do with some company.

The next afternoon, all seven of them turned up with pizzas and beer and we ate and drank and caught up on what each of us was doing.

I was wearing a pair of short shorts and a top that was more of a band of cloth across my ample 36C tits. The shorts were loose and long enough to barely cover my ass cheeks fully. If I sat down with my legs wide open, one could see my shaved pussy clearly. This was one of my husband’s favourite shorts, he called them my “slut shorts”.

Eventually, the conversation turned towards sex and they asked me if I’d let my husband fuck me in the pussy to which I told them of course I had.

This is where I had started feeling horny. Seeing all my former fuck mates and remembering the good times and this talk about my husband fucking my pussy was more than enough.

But I was married now and shouldn’t really be thinking about any man other than my husband. But I couldn’t help it when one of them asked if I’d like a go at being ass fucked all over again. My asshole had been feeling left out for the last four months and I sure could use an anal fuck, I thought.

I hesitated and expressed my concern what with me being married and all and that it wouldn’t be right.

“Oh rubbish,” said Ravi and proceeded to unzip his pants and bring out his cock. “You know you want this in your asshole.”

Seeing Ravi, the others too pulled out their cocks and I was now staring at seven cocks of varying colours, all between 8″ and 10″ long and none of them less than 2″ in girth. Seeing all those cocks waving around did something to me. Something snapped inside me and I thought, “what the hell, my husband isn’t here. I am alone, I finger myself to orgasm every day, might as well enjoy some cocks while he isn’t here.”

Standing up, I slipped off my shorts and top and stood there among the men and told them to take off their clothes, which they did in a trice.

I felt my pussy and it was wet. Still standing there, I pushed in a couple of fingers in my pussy and came out with some grool which I proceeded to rub into my asshole and lubricated it.

Next, I went to Sundar, the man closest to me and catching hold of his cock, I spit on it to lubricate it and then turning around, I told him to shove it into my asshole.

That’s all he needed, an invite. Holding me by my waist and with me guiding his cock at the entrance to my asshole, I let him push his cock in in one go.

OOOOOhhhhh it felt so nice having a cock in my asshole once again. bonus veren siteler As he pounded away behind me, I needed some support and called Jai to stand in front of me so that I could lean against him. Jai obliged, and played with my tits, squeezing and pinching my nipples time and again. Behind me, Sundar was pounding away happily and the thwack thwack thwack of his groin slapping against my ass forcefully reverberated in the room. About five six minutes after I pushed his cock into my asshole, I orgasmed hard and screamed in joy. But Sundar was nowhere near coming yet even though my asshole was squeezing tightly in a rhythm on his cock.

Jai couldn’t hold it any longer and asking Sundar to pause for a moment, he lifted my legs up and threw my ankles over his shoulder. In this position, his cock was bang in front of my pussy and he proceeded to insert his cock in my pussy. Now, I had two cocks in me. Both Jai and Sundar began moving in unison in a rhythm and soon, I was crying out from the sheer joy of having both my holes filled with two large sized cocks. I don’t know if it was the cock in my pussy or the cock in my ass or both the cocks together in my pussy and ass that I came so hard that I could feel my cum dripping out of my pussy. And I was moaning on the top of my voice and asking them to fuck me hard.

Behind me, Sundar was beginning to grunt and I realised that he was about to cum. Turning to him and in between moans, I told him to cum inside my asshole.

A few more hard strokes later, Sundar gave one final massive push that plunged his cock deep inside my backdoor and came. I could feel a warm sensation filling my nether parts as his cum filled up my insides. I could also feel the spasming of his cock in my ass and that drove me to another orgasm. I was beside myself and breathless. I’d come thrice in a matter of 20 minutes.

Behind me, Sundar began pulling out and I looked around for the next cock. My eyes alit on Veer and I asked him to take Sundar’s place behind me. As soon as Sundar pulled out, Veer replaced him and I was again full of cock. In front of me, Jai was beginning to tense up and I knew he was ready to cum. With my tits rubbing against his hairy chest, I held on to his neck and began squeezing my pussy lips as well as I could. This drove Jai over the edge and he came with a massive grunt inside my pussy. Behind me, Veer was continuing his in-out motion. As Jai began pulling out, I needed another cock in my pussy. Turning to Veer, I told him to lie down on the carpet as I was beginning to feel tired of hanging in the air.

Veer pulled out of my ass and went and sat on the sofa, pulling me with him and turning me around, he spread my ass and placed me on his cock, inserting it in my waiting anus. I called out to Ravi who had started the whole thing and told him to come fuck me. But Ravi had other plans.

Lining up in front of me, he pointed his thick cock at my asshole which was already full with Veer’s cock and began trying to insert it inside me. I’d had two cocks in my asshole once or twice earlier but I wondered if I could take it in after so many months. It was a tight fit, but Ravi managed to insert it in me somehow and now I had two cocks in my asshole, but my pussy was feeling left out.

I asked Ravi to call someone to see if they could fit in my pussy at the same time. And I told him that I wanted a cock in my mouth as well.

KK, Dheer and DJ were still left and KK lined up his cock in front of my pussy while straddling over me. Dheer gave me his cock to suck and DJ played with my tits while I was being fucked into the other world by the three men in my groin and one in my mouth. All my holes were full and I was in heaven. The sensation of being fucked by so many men at the same time was driving me insane.

I had reached a point where I wanted them all to fuck me at the same time. I made a mental note to see if I could fit two cocks in my pussy at the same time. Dheer and DJ would have to be the ones to do that since they were the only ones left to fuck me yet.

As Ravi, Veer and KK fucked my asshole and pussy, I had multiple orgasms and all of them deposited their loads in my one by one and pulled out. Veer came first. KK came next. Ravi, he of the massive stamina continued to fuck my asshole for what seemed like an eternity and when he finally did come, I could feel all the cum sloshing around inside my rear end.

As I caught my breath, Dheer bahis and DJ seemed to be getting antsy. They wanted their turn at my holes. But I stopped them and asked them for a breather. I could see their raging hard ons twitching in the air.

I asked Dheer to lie down on the sofa and let me straddle him. Pointing Dheer’s cock at my pussy, I inserted it in me and sat down in one swoop on it impaling myself. I bounced on his cock a few times and when I was comfortable with its size, I turned to DJ and told him to insert his cock as well in my pussy.

Now, my pussy has always been a tight fit and I knew inserting two cocks would likely make me sore, but I had gone beyond that point of consideration and just wanted to try it out. DJ was more than happy to get into my pussy and fuck me, never mind that Dheer’s massive cock was already there.

First DJ gave me his cock to suck on and lubricate it and then he began pushing it into my pussy. Dheer pulled out a little and then both of them shoved in their cocks at the same time. I was now hosting two cocks in my pussy. If only I could take a cock in my ass as well at the same time.

But our position did not afford access to my asshole. I had to make amends. Asking both Dheer and DJ to pull out, I positioned Dheer on the floor and impaled myself on his cock while facing him. Turning to DJ, I told him to insert his cock in my pussy again and once he too was in, I asked Jai to see if he could fit his cock in my asshole.

My tits, hanging from my chest above Dheer’s chest, swayed like a kite in the wind, moving this way and that as each man behind me pounded my holes. The surprising thing was that I found myself on the verge of an orgasm every minute with all the reaming that my nether holes were being subjected to. And each orgasm was as mind-numbing as the first one. I moaned and groaned in pain and in pleasure as the men ravaged my body and one by one came inside me. Now, I had multiple loads in my pussy and my asshole and it was all sloshing around inside me.

I needed to empty out my holes for the next round of fucking. I asked Sundar and Veer to lie down on the ground and then squatting on them one by one, I let the cum trickle out of my holes on their chests and stomach. Once it all stopped dripping, I turned around and like a hungry bitch, I began licking their bodies clean of the cum. My ass waved in the air as I licked both of them clean. At one point, Veer caught hold of me and pulled me on top of him rubbing all the cum all over my chest and tits and tummy. Sundar was not one to be left behind and threw himself on my back and rubbed some of the remaining cum on my back.

As Sundar climbed off me and I continued to lick Veer’s torso clean, I looked around me and could see some life returning to the boys’ cocks. I knew I was going to be fucked again and was looking forward to it. But before that, I needed a drink and needed to give my poor ravaged holes a breather.

The rest of the day passed with me being used as a fuck toy in one position or the other. One by one the men fucked my asshole, my pussy and then would want me to lick their dicks clean. I was more than happy to do it since it gave me a taste of my own juices as well as the mingled taste of the men’s cum.

I forget how many times I came during that orgy.

By the time evening rolled around, my ass cheeks had turned red from all the spanking they had received, and my tits had turned red and sported love bites. I had thoroughly been used and the boys had cum more than enough times to tire them out.

I still wanted to be fucked some more. It was as if I had been possessed by the goddess of fucking and my body was the temple where all the men had to deposit their seed as offerings. At one point, my pussy and ass were so full of cum that I had to ask one of the boys to fetch me a bowl so that I could squat on it and let it all trickle out of me. Once it had all come out, I mixed some vodka in it and drank it as if it was a creamy drink. What was left of it I poured all over my tits and my ass and rubbed it into the skin. All that spunk and the vodka on my skin tingled a little, but it felt nice.

I sat on the floor as the boys sat around me or on the sofas regaining their strengths. Even during that random conversation that was happening there, I could feel an underlying horniness inside my loins and I so wanted a few more cocks to come fuck the living daylights out of me.

“I need deneme bonusu more fucking,” I announced stunning the men around me. “Why don’t all of you call at least two friends each and invite them here to fuck me?”

“Are you serious?” asked Jai.

“Yes, I am. I need more fucking. I want to be fucked so much that I can’t walk for the next day.”

“We can call some friends, but that kind of an orgy can’t be done here. We’ll need to get out of town and go to my farmhouse.”

“How far is it?”

“About an hour and a half away.”

“OK, let’s go. On the way all of you can call all the single men you know. And ask them to bring booze and some food. And send this photo to them,” I said as I took Jai’s phone from his hand and took a photo of myself and my tits.

The men scrambled to put on their clothes even as I went into my bedroom and pulled out a sheer red lace teddy and wore matching heels with it.

I didn’t bother to clean myself. What was the point? I was anyway going to be used as a cum dump all over again.

Less than 10 minutes later, we were on the way and headed out of the city. We were travelling in three cars. I was with Jai and Ravi and both of them had called at least three people each and had sent them the photo I had taken and had described in vivid, vulgar detail how they had fucked my pussy, my ass and my mouth and had cum all over me and yet I had wanted more men to fuck me.

As we turned off the highway and on to a single lane road, Jai stopped his car on the side of the road.

“Why don’t you walk the remainder of the way? It’s barely 500 metres from here.”

That sounded interesting. I agreed and began to get out of the car.

“Oh wait. Take off that lace thing you are wearing and walk naked. Keep wearing your heels though. I’ll light the way with my car for you from behind.”

My first thought was what if anyone saw me? Then I decided what the heck, I wanted to be fucked. If anyone saw me, they might as well just fuck me too.

I took off my teddy and climbed out of the car and began walking in front of the car. I swung my ass for effect, drawing catcalls from both Jai and Ravi.

I’d been walking for about five minutes when I saw a man walking towards me. He looked like a villager. As he drew nearer and got a clearer look at me, he stopped in his tracks and stared open mouthed as I walked up to him.

He was wearing a shirt and a lungi (a loin cloth kind of thing). I stood so close to him that I could smell his masculine smell.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked as I turned around on him showing him every part of my body.

He nodded in amazement.

What I did next surprised me too.

I caught hold of his hand and put it on my tit and with my other hand, I reached into his lungi and felt his cock hardening.

He continued to knead my tit even as I managed to open his lungi and squatting in front of him, put his stinky sweaty cock in my mouth and began sucking on it. Once I had enough spit on it, I caught him by his cock and walked him over to the now parked car and leaning against it, I pointed his cock at my asshole and told him to shove it in. He obliged and within a trice, he had slipped inside me and was going at it as if he was a horse in a derby. Reaching in front from behind me, he mauled my tits with both his hands. His hands were rough on my soft tits and I wondered if he would leave marks on them.

Behind me, it was as if a jackhammer was fucking my asshole. The power and speed with which he moved in and out drove me to multiple orgasms. And when finally his turn came to cum, he gave one massive push and drove his cock all the way into my asshole and let loose his cum in there.

The man was all smiles as he pulled his cock out of my asshole a couple of minutes later and then was shocked when I squatted down and proceeded to lick and clean his cock. Satisfied that it was properly cleaned, I stood up and gave him a peck on the cheek and bid him goodbye as I began my walk of infamy all over again. Jai later told me that the man fucked me for about 15 minutes and that they had live broadcast it to some of their friends who they had invited and had shown them that they meant when they said that there was a girl who wanted to be fucked.

The rest of the walk was a quiet, uneventful one except for me putting on a show for Jai and Ravi as I swung my ass and at one point stopped, turned around and then squatting in the middle of the road, peed while facing them.

We reached the farm about 10 minutes later, where we waited for about half an hour before the first of the beckoned men arrived.

The night was still young and I was horny and there was fun to be had.

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This time it’s a fabulous MMF 3some with Merve and Helga.

A note from Anna.

This is the third part of a trilogy about my visit to San Francisco. Whilst I think that it stands in good stead as an erotic story in its own right, reading the other two parts is advised as they give background to this 3some.

I feel that I should let you know that it contains descriptions of male bisexual activity.

*****

“Helga’s back,” Merve told me on the phone just before lunch on the Tuesday after we had spent the weekend together. “She wondered whether you would like to come to dinner tomorrow or Thursday.”

“Yes that would be great, but I can’t do Thursday.”

“So there will be no worrying about drinking and driving it might be best to stay the night and we travel home and back in together.”

“Fantastic.”

“There’s few things we need to chat about.”

“Are there, what are they?”

“Time for a quickie after work?”

“I take it you mean a drink and not going to my hotel.”

“I did but the other sounds good too.”

“Well let’s have the drink at the Marriott and see what happens shall we?”

Unfortunately I got caught up in a meeting and could not get to the Marriott until near six, which made it too late for anything other than a quick drink. I walked into the bar and couldn’t see Merve at first but then I saw him waving from the far corner of the room. I went over and sat down and we exchanged a few pleasantries as work colleagues and friends, not as lovers.

“Just need to get our stories straight,” he told me when I asked what it was we needed to chat about.

“How do you mean?” I asked looking at him and realising that he was my lover and not simply a work colleague. He was my first real date, the man who had taken my anal virginity over the weekend, and not just once, but then you can only lose it once can’t you?

“Hel knows I mess around with guys as I have in a few threesomes with her.”

“Yes you said.”

“The thing is, though James,” he said leaning forward and speaking quietly. “She doesn’t know that I mess around with guys.”

“What like we did over the weekend?”

“Precisely.”

“Has she no idea?”

“No, not that I know of and she has never asked.”

“I see, well I think I do, but then I was not planning on saying that we had sex over the weekend.”

“No of course not,” he smiled. “And perhaps best not to mention the weekend at all.”

“Okay,” I said hesitantly.

“I haven’t mentioned that you came.”

Smiling I raised my eyebrows. “Or that I came several times.”

He grinned. “That either, in fact I told her that I played golf both days.”

I smiled back and asked. “What about her?”

“How do you mean?”

“Does she play around?”

“You never really know do you, but I don’t think so other than when we swing with others.”

“But then she does I take it?”

“Yes I have seen her with other guys several times.”

“I suppose my dumb husband didn’t suggest you bring your swim shorts did he?” Helga said after we had met, pecked each other on the cheek, hugged and she had squashed her ample boobs against me, which was rather nice and somewhat encouraging.

She was wearing a long, thin sun dress and from the way her boobs moved under it she looked as though she was not wearing a bra.

Merve poured some wine and then wandered off to the barbecue. Helga and I sat sipping our wine on the very sofa where at the weekend her husband and I had masturbated each other. The skirt of the sun dress had long slits up either side and one of her long tanned legs was poking through. She was wearing strappy sandals with heels and as we were both sitting slightly side on to each other her foot was pointing at my leg and almost touching it.

We talked about the project I was working on that had brought me from London to San Francisco where the head office of the company that Merve and I worked for was located. I explained a little about the progress with that and said that I was enjoying my time here very much.

“You should have brought your lovely wife,” Helga commented.

“She’s far too busy with her business.”

“That going well is it?”

“Extremely well she has won lots of business in Italy and Germany so she’s hardly ever at home.”

Smiling Helga said. “So while the cat’s away and all that then?”

“Chance would be a fine thing,” I smiled back and saw her raise her eyebrows.

“Really James?”

“You know how it is.”

“What away from home, overseas, in San Francisco what could be better?” She went on rather coquettishly.

“Not a lot.”

“I am sure we could find a way couldn’t we Merve?” she said as he came and sat in a chair opposite us.

“What’s that Hel?

“A way to help James.”

“Help him what?”

Laughing and leaning forward as Merve moved the wine bottle towards her she said softly. “Misbehave,” as she looked at me.

“Depends how he wants to misbehave doesn’t it,” Merve said freshening my illegal bahis glass. “What you after James?”

It was then that Helga asked whether Merve had suggested I bring my swim shorts.

“No I forgot,” Merve replied.

Helga stood up and walked over towards the pool. Merve and I stood up and watched her. She looked back over her shoulder at us and said.

“And I suppose you also forgot to tell him how secluded it is and not overlooked.”

“Yes I did Hel.”

“Although with some of the reflections I see from up in the hills I am not sure we are not being spied on with telescopes.”

Recalling all the things that Merve and I had got up to by the pool over the weekend that shocked me.

“But most importantly Merve did you mention that it’s a clothes optional pool?”

“No Hel, no I didn’t”

“See what I have to put up with,” Helga said looking at me, raising her eyebrows and fiddling with the front of her sun dress as she turned towards us.

I laughed at first, but then went serious as she undid the tie and the dress fell down her body into a pool round her feet. She was completely naked and yes she did have great tits. She turned away from us showing her pert bum, walked towards the pool and stood on the side and called out.

“And guys I hate swimming alone,” just before performing a perfect dive into the water.

“What the fuck’s going on Merve?” I asked as I watched him removing his polo shirt.

“Fuck knows but I think she’s up for it.”

“Up for what?”

“A threesome I guess,” he went on removing his shorts and underpants. “Come on don’t be a party pooper, get your kit off.”

Merve slid his shorts off and I undressed and we walked towards the pool.

“Shit this is eerie.”

“What thinking back to the weekend?”

“Yes,” I muttered hoping fervently that thinking about what we had done did not give me a hard on. ‘How the hell does she know that I would be okay with Merve around?’

It was such a strange set of feelings walking across the artificial grass of the patio towards where this gorgeous woman was swimming up and down the pool with a slow and elegant breast stroke. I could not help hoping that Merve was correct and that she was up for a threesome with him and me. At the same time the images of her husband and me kissing, caressing and fucking over the weekend kept flashing through my mind. It was really bizarre and I felt my cock starting to tingle.

As we reached the edge of the pool she swam over and stood beneath us holding. The water was the usual four feet or so deep and came to just above her waist but beneath her lovely tits; her nipples looked to be rock hard, but then I guessed the water was a little chilly!

“Hello boys,” she said looking up and at Merve then me alternately. “What a lovely sight James.”

“Thanks Helga,” I replied. “It’s not that bad looking down either.”

“Thank you kind sir. “

“You are very welcome ma’am,” I replied sliding in to the water to one side of her as Merve did the same on the other side.

Now that I was naked and in the water I didn’t really know what to do. All that had gone on in the last fifteen minutes or so suggested that she was available, but then having had some experience with American women I knew that they can be difficult to read and part of me wondered whether she was just being open and friendly. Also I recalled Merve telling the pizza take out place that he was a nudist and would not be wearing anything when the pizzas were delivered; that made me wonder whether that was what this was about, naturism?

I swam around for a while as the others did their thing and then we grouped together at one end of the pool with Helga between us. We chatted more about my project and she said.

“It’s so nice that you are running the project and Merve is responsible for its implementation in HO isn’t it?”

“Yes it helps a lot to have a friendly face to work with.”

“And they can’t be much friendlier than my husbands can they,” she responded placing her hand on his cheek and giving him a peck in his lips. Merve slid his arm round her and rested his hand on her bum.

“Kind of you to say so Hels,” he said kissing her back.

I felt a little embarrassed at the display of affection between the pair of them and wondered what might happen next. Helga solved it.

Turning towards me so that her naked breasts were only inches from my chest she said.

“Now, now Merve remember we have a guest.”

“More Helga that you should remember isn’t it?”

Looking me straight in the eye and holding my gaze she smiled and replied. “Would you like me to remember that James?”

I had no idea what she meant or if she was playing some sort of game.

“I don’t know Helga.”

“Well we did talk about while the cat being away didn’t we?”

“Yes,” I gulped. “We did.”

“And what does the mouse do then?”

“Play I guess,” I said quietly as I realised that indeed something was on and this beautiful and extraordinarily casino siteleri confident woman was leading the way, just I thought, as her husband had on Saturday and it was looking increasingly likely that it was not naturism!

Helga reached out and took hold of my hand. I could see that Merve’s hand was still fondling her buttocks as she said equally quietly.

“And does the mouse want to play James?”

I was getting hard and wondered whether she could see as I mumbled. “Yes he does.”

“Then while your cat is away James, this pussy is here so James let’s play,” she whispered as she lifted my hand and place it on her breast.

She closed the gap between us and pressed her other tits against me as I slid my arm round her waist to inevitably I guess find Merve’s hand. He squeezed it and we exchanged meaningful glances. He smiled and nodded encouragingly as Helga kissed me and put her other arm round my waist. It was a nice kiss. Tender, enquiring and full of excellent technique it illustrated that she was very experienced and I wondered just what she got up to behind Merve’s back or, perhaps he knew, just as she might know about him and maybe, even him and I. ‘Who the fuck knows or cares,’ I thought giving myself into the kiss and enjoying pressing my growing erection against her flat stomach.

“And is our British mouse okay if the American mouse is around as the American pussy plays with the British mouse?”

I didn’t get what she meant at first then it clicked. “Yes he’s okay,” I gulped realising that she was talking about Merve and me playing.

She broke the kiss, but we stayed in an embrace still with Merve holding his wife’s bum. She looked up at me smiling and said.

“I have been dying to get my hands on you since we met in New York you sexy beast.”

I smiled. “Well Helga now’s your chance,” as I pushed my now full erection against her.

As we kissed again I thought what a weird situation this was. Here was I naked in a pool with a husband and wife kissing the wife as the husband looked on and caressed her. On top of that I had spent the weekend with him having sex and with him taking my anal virginity.

“Well James I am pleased to have the chance, but not here.”

“Where then?”

“Indoors.”

“Why’s that Hels?” Merve asked. “We have done it loads of times out here,” he went on looking at me with a meaningful glance and raising his eyebrows as she turned and rested both hands on the side in preparation for getting out.

She lifted herself up onto the side of the pool giving me a wonderful view of her bum and pussy lips, turned and sat on it her feet nearly touching Merve and me as she replied.

“Well as much as I love having sex in front of others I like to know who they are.”

“What do you mean?”

“Recently as I have sunbathed out here there are lots more flashes of light as the sun glints on glass and I reckon they are telescopes.”

“Well you can’t blame them ogling you, especially if you are naked as you usually are out here.” Merve smiled.

“I don’t darling and good luck to them, but I don’t want to see compromising shots of me or you or even worse my sexy beast here,” she said nodding at me. “In the Mountainview News or on a website. Might not be too good for our careers.”

“Jesus, I hadn’t thought of that.”

“No my dear, you hadn’t, but then there are loads of things you don’t think about aren’t there,” she said as Merve went to climb out. “And one might be not getting out if you have hard on.”

The potential enormity of what she said began to sink in as what Merve and I had done went through my mind. Fortunately, that didn’t affect my softening cock.

“Being naked is perfectly reasonable in our yard and pool, but having sex or you guys wandering around with hardons might raise eyebrows.”

“Well my petal,” Merve said jokingly. “Why don’t you go inside so you remove the hardon inducer?”

Walking away from us it looked to me as if Helga was emphasising the sway and wiggle of her hips and it hit me that she was doing that for me. In fact since I had arrived she had been extremely friendly and very come on. Those thoughts didn’t help the erection reduction very much!

“Fuck I never knew about the telescopes James.”

“If there are any, it might be something else.”

“Don’t think it can be, there’s nothing up there,” he said as we both looked up into the hills. “Apart from a few cabins that is.”

“Ah well let’s keep our fingers crossed.”

“I am sorry James,” he said as we both climbed out.

I looked at him and saw that he was still semi erect as I was. Fortunately we had our backs to where the telescopes might be as we walked towards the house. Helga handed us both a towel and she had wrapped one round her. She looked fantastic with her boobs pushing the towel out and her shoulder-length, auburn hair slightly damp at the ends. Her shoulders and arms as well as most of her legs, for the towel ended mid-thigh, were bare and her tanned poker siteleri skin seemed to glow. I could hardly stop looking at her and as I dried myself I could feel my balls and cock starting to tingle. My dick jerked a couple of times and she saw that.

“Pleased to see me are you James?”

“I have been all the time Hells,” I said as she seemed to glide across the artificial turf of the covered area just outside the house that was hidden from the view of the possible telescopes.

“Look are you two going to be playing like this all the time or shall we eat first.”

Beaming me a big smile Helga said. “Eat first and second Merve, but it depends on who is eating who and what doesn’t it?”

“Now, now Hels, you’ll frighten James off.”

Putting an arm round me she looked up at me and said huskily as she ran the fingers on her other hand round my waist and down a little to where my cock was laying almost horizontal to the ground.

“Not frightened of Helga are you James?”

“No, not at all,” I replied leaning forward and kissing her. “But maybe we eat the steaks first shall we?”

“Trying to avoid me are you?” Helga said her fingertips gliding across my cock. “Mmmm he’s growing up isn’t he?”

Merve and I wrapped towels round ourselves before leaving the sheltered area to walk across to the barbecue area. More wine and beers were brought out and Helga returned from the kitchen with a large bowl of salad. Merve cooked the steaks and we had a delicious though somewhat bizarre meal on the patio under an umbrella by the pool. Several times as we ate Helga’s towel came loose and slipped away from her a little. Incongruously, having seen her naked and stared at her anus and vagina as she climbed from the pool and having pressed my erection against her bare stomach, the glimpse of most of her breast and once part of her areola was unusually stimulating. So when Merve asked if we should go inside I was nicely aroused and ready for whatever Helga wanted.

“Come on chaps,” she said standing up adding as she turned her back to us and ambled away. “Leave the clearing up until later.”

Like two sheep Merve and I followed. Just as Helga got inside the house she let the towel fall away from her and we had the glorious sight of her bare back and arse. Naked she kept walking until she got to the stairs that lead down to ththe basement recreation room where Merve and I had played naked pool the previous Saturday. I remembered that there was a bedroom off the rec room and she headed for that rather than their marital bedroom on the first floor. She stopped by the bed.

“Come here both of you.”

We walked close to her and I watched almost transfixed as using both hands at once she unravelled the folds of both towels and pushed them off. We were now all naked and both Merve and I were erect.

“Mmmm what a lovely sight,” she said closing the gap between us and taking our cocks in her hands. “Two for the price on one, she went on sinking to her knees. “You boys do what you will while I am busy down here.

She kissed and licked both dicks at once as Merve and I both ran our fingers through her hair. I raised my eyebrows enquiringly at Merve, but he shook his head as if saying he had no idea.

Then Helga was sucking our dicks in turn and stroking and rubbing our balls. She really was going for it. We were both groaning and sighing with pleasure as she as expertly as I have ever been fellated gave us both a blow job.

“Fuck babe,” Merve groaned reaching out and running his hand across my chest. Helga must have sensed something for she looked up and saw that her husband was cupping my breast and pinching my nipple. As far as a woman can when she is pretty much simultaneously sucking two cocks at once she smiled in understanding. I did the same to him. The four-way sensations of having my dick sucked by Helga, having it pressed against Merve’s, having him pinch my nipple and me pinching his was incredible.

“Kiss him,” I heard in a muffled voice.

I didn’t know to who that was directed, but knew that it came from Helga. ‘Fuck she is up for it big time,’ I thought to myself wondering at the reason why a wife would want to see her husband and another guy kissing. But I didn’t dwell on the reasons for Merve leaned towards me and we kissed. And it was a strong, licking, sucking and tongueing kiss. Helga stood up and pressed herself against both of us and still holding our cocks joined in the kiss. I was being kissed and was kissing a man and his wife as she ground her body against me and him. I slid my arm round her and grabbed her arse. It was lovely and at the same time Merve grabbed mine so that he was caressing my buttocks and his wife was stroking my cock. Bliss, absolute bliss.

We went on like this for some time rubbing our bodies together and stroking and caressing each other until Helga pulled us both onto the bed. Laying between us we both kissed her, squeezed her breasts, pinched her nipples and rubbed her between her legs and around her clit. At the same time she was rubbing our cocks and I was beginning to worry that I might cum and that would seriously spoil the party, well for me at least. But I was saved that embarrassment by her instead groaning.

“Oh yes James, yes Merve that is fucking beautiful.”

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“That’s it. That’s the last candle. He’s going to love this, I’ll make it a night he won’t forget,” I murmur to myself with a coy smile as I await you. The room is filled with candles, 200 by my count, making the room just a bit warm. The cool breeze coming in from the open window offsets the warmth from the candles. I sent you out about an hour ago for some wine and a few other things at the store in town. I knew that it would give me plenty of time to set this up. Town is a good drive away from this semi-remote cabin in the mountains and the light snow makes the drive a bit longer. I close the door to the bedroom so that you won’t see what awaits you when you return. I hear your car approaching the cabin and wait near the front door for your entrance.

As soon as you walk through the door, I greet you with a kiss, removing the wine from your hand and taking it to the kitchen. You follow me, set the other bag on the counter and watch as I take the wine glasses from the cabinet, open the wine and fill the glasses. I hand you a glass and give you another kiss, with a bit more passion than the first. I smile at you as we break apart and then turn to finish what I was doing. I remove the strawberries from the bag, rinse them and place them on a plate. I pick one up and take a bite, letting some of the juices run down my chin. I slowly wipe them away and smile at you. I grab another and move towards you with a sly look. Your lips part, you know I want you to have a taste. I place the strawberry in your mouth and as you take a bite I run my hand down your torso and over the front of your pants. Hmmmm… a little twitching there I notice with a smile. I move my hand back up to the button of your jeans and smile at you as I begin removing your pants. You give me a look of mock surprise as I put down the remnants of the strawberry so that I can more easily remove your clothes. I stare into your eyes while I remove your clothes and methodically run my fingers over your skin. I casually brush over your cock smiling as I feel it react to my touch.

With your clothes completely removed, you reach out to return the favor. I playfully smack your hand and shake my head, “No.” Keeping türkçe bahis eye contact with you, I slowly remove my clothes. By now, you know that you should keep your eyes looking at mine. I lean in and kiss you passionately. This time I can not stop your arms from pulling me close and I give in letting my tongue dance in your mouth while I run my fingers through your hair. Eventually I pull away and gently disengage myself from your embrace. I grab my wine glass and the plate of strawberries and start for the back door, smiling over my shoulder at you.

You follow me out to the snow-covered deck and then into the hot tub. As soon as you are in the hot tub I move to you and kiss your neck. I kiss all around your neck to the other side and then bite. Your soft moan spurs me on and I continue biting your neck and then move to bite your ear. I bite your ear until you can no longer stand it and take control. You pull me close and kiss me passionately. I try to pull away and look into your eyes, but after a quick glimpse of the hunger within them you pull me close again, biting and kissing my neck. I moan softly as you drive me wild with desire. You pull me onto your lap and I gasp as I feel you enter me. I wrap my legs around your waist as you start to slide in and out of me. I let go of your neck and float in the water as you pull me close and then push me away. The snow hits my face as I moan loudly in ecstasy. I pull myself to you again as you increase in intensity. I bite your neck and ears. “Fuck me, Baby, make me cum,” I whisper in your ear. As you move quickly in and out of me, my muscles contracting around your cock as I start to cum. I scream so loudly my voice echoes through the trees.

My eyes are still closed as I hear you laugh, “Did you enjoy that?” you ask as you continue to slowly slide in and out of me. I raise my head from the water and pull myself close to you. I bite your neck then smile at you in response. In a swift movement, before you can react I disengage my body from yours and begin to exit the hot tub. You try to reach for me, “Where are you going? We aren’t done here.” I move out of your grasp and out of the tub.

“No, iddaa siteleri we aren’t. Follow me.” I continue back into the house and to the bedroom with you closely behind. As soon as you enter the room I grab two sets of handcuffs from the dresser and get one on your left wrist. You laugh and I watch the reflection of the candles flickering in your eyes as I grab your other arm and attach the other set of cuffs. “Get on the bed,” I direct with no smile.

You do as I say and I cuff your arms to the bed. You watch my moves closely as I return to the dresser for some other tools; I use a piece of cloth to blindfold you. You feel me move to the foot of the bed, I grab your leg and tie a piece of satin rope to it and then to the bed. When I am done, you are laying spread eagle on the bed and blind. I can see you trying to follow the sound of my movements and smile. I move away from the bed and back near the dresser. I’m enjoying seeing you squirm slightly against your bindings. I return to the bed and kiss your stomach making you squirm more. Laughing gently I move my hand over your chest. Your body rises from the bed and against the bindings as the wax hits. You moan loudly as the surprise of the warm wax goes away. I rub my fingers through the wax and move it down your stomach, gingerly blowing on it to cool it down. I place the candle on the night table and begin kissing down your chest and stomach. I run my fingers down your still wet legs. Your cock is still as hard as ever and I blow on it giggling softly as it reacts. I move my hand back to your head and trace my finger down the side of your face, over your lips and then kiss you deeply. You groan in surprise as I rake my nails down your chest causing faint red lines and a smile passes over your lips. Your arms strain against their restraints and I know you want to reach out for me. “Do you want more?” I inquire knowing the answer.

You growl, “You know I do.”

“Of course and you shall get it,” I respond as I move again towards the foot of the bed. I start to lightly kiss and bite my way up your leg while running my nails with a little force up the other. My nails and mouth meet at deneme bonusu veren siteler your inner thigh and I bite each leg in turn close enough so that my hair brushes over your cock. I can feel the heat of your cock throbbing next to my cheek. I kiss around your cock, only letting it feel my hair. I love teasing you and seeing you strain. Your body is begging me to continue and to give you relief. Your body tenses as I quickly move my mouth over your cock and my lips move down the shaft. I apply pressure to the underside of the shaft with my tongue as I move back up. I suck on the tip and then deftly flick my tongue over it and down the shaft. My passion takes over as I hear you moaning and you beg me for more. I move my mouth agilely over your cock and bring you ever closer to a rapturous orgasm. I hold back though never quite letting you orgasm. You beg for release, your body tense and struggling even more against your restraints.

I move away from your cock and hear you whimper in frustration. I release your feet from their bindings and then move to the side table and take the key. I kiss you passionately as I remove your handcuffs. You grab me as soon as you are freed and flip me onto my back voraciously kissing my breasts and sucking them into your mouth. You urgently shove my legs apart and thrust your fingers inside me. You move your thumb to my clit and expertly manipulate me towards another orgasm. You shift to position yourself between my legs. You resume your manipulation of my clit with your tongue causing my voice to raise the closer to orgasm I come. I hold onto your head as I scream and cum, you greedily lap up my elixir and I convulse as the orgasm takes over my entire body. You kiss my pussy lips a few times before coming up and kissing me.

I regain my composure and take control again pushing you off of me and onto your back. I kiss you once again and then move to straddle you with my back to you. I impale myself onto your throbbing cock and begin moving up and down as you move with me. Your hips move in contrast to mine going up as I come down, grinding into each other, attempting to become one. You plunge in and out of me, our moans creating a symphony of ecstasy. I writhe in euphoric state as I feel you begin to cum inside me and I scream as I also cum. I feel your arms from behind me and your lips on my back as you reposition me so that I am lying beside you. You kiss my neck and whisper in my ear causing me to smile.

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Chapter 66
Val Completes Her Plans and More

The day after Val formed the Wilmington Women’s Club, she gave a great deal of thought to just how the club should proceed. Nursing her martini, she considered several possibilities. She had told the women the club would be used to have great sex and they had all quickly agreed.

Okay, but just what constitutes great sex? Having a competent lover, certainly; but should that lover be exclusively male? A sex show like the one I saw in Paris? Val had to smile at that, recalling her delightful Asian friend. If I knew who to call I could invite her over. She and I could certainly put on an outstanding performance. There must be something like that here, even in Wilmington. How would I go about finding the right people?

She finished her martini and made another, mulling over what she had just considered. Joe would know how to contact the Asian girl. But to ask would tip him off about the club. I don’t want him involved in any way. The vice Squad might know of another group. Would they tell me if they did? Yes, for enough money, they would; but would the group allow us in, and if they did, at what cost?

Taking a sip from her drink, Val grabbed a pad and made several notes:

•Buy/rent a Cop?

•Who’s who in Vice?

•How would I approach them?

•Would they arrest me, or worse, tell Joe?

•Other than a cop, who might know?

She put the pencil down, took another sip from the martini and made a face, then picked up the pencil and made another note.

•How well do I know my girlfriends?

•Not well enough to trust with something like this.

•How do I find out if they’re trustworthy?

•Bernie – known since college. Shared Joe with her once. She had me with her when she screwed that guy in a phone booth.

•Exhibitionist.

•She has young man as lover

•Joe knows this… why did I mention that to him?

•Is there something between them? What is there to support that thought?

•Judas…A close friend is usually the one to deceive you

•Janet and Natalie seemed okay, both flawed, but so what?

•Katy might go both ways. So what?

•Laura – has had tough time of it. Is it her or the guys she meets?

•What is it about her that bothers me?

Val chewed the eraser on the pencil as she reviewed the notes in front of her. One line jumped out at her. Other than a cop, who might know?

A private detective would know, or be able to find out. A private detective could also obtain certain insights into her girlfriends. Val took a swallow of her drink, put the glass down and got up to find the local telephone directory. Moments later, the Yellow Pages gave her a listing of twelve investigators. Closing her eyes she placed a finger on the page; saw that it was perched on a Thomas Alva Desoto, PI, and promptly dialed his number.

“Desoto Investigations,” a quiet, but confident voice said in her ear.

“Mr. Desoto, can you tell me how private the private investigator you represent actually is?”

“Yes, I can, and will. It means you and I would have an unofficial bond exclusively between us, unless it involves a crime like murder, or grand theft, for which, my having knowledge of can get me twenty to life.”

“Then what I want shouldn’t prove a problem,” Val said, and took a breath after having held it during his response.

“I get $100 an hour, with $500 up front, Miss….”

“Just call me Val for now, Mr. Desoto. When can we, meet?”

“I’m downtown, on Market, six blocks north of City Hall.”

“Near the high school?”

“Yeah, one block south, the address is 872 Market. I’m just over the Oriental Specialty shop. My door is next to theirs.”

“I know the place. I can be there in twenty minutes if that’s convenient.”

“Good enough for me. I’ll be waiting.”

*****

Val was impressed with Desoto’s professionalism, and the fact that he seemed trustworthy. To his credit, he did not rape her with his eyes. He did, however, promptly tell her he found her very attractive, but would not let that come between them in their relationship unless she herself initiated it.

“I appreciate your candor, Mr. Desoto. It won’t come to that, I promise you.”

“Good,” he said, “now at this point, the client, that would be you, usually tells me what they want. It could be something like monitoring your husband’s whereabouts…”

“Mr. Desoto, if you’ll permit, I want you to watch several acquaintances, follow them, or have them followed as I understand you can’t be in two places at once. I want this done for a period of… say, two weeks, or until you’re satisfied you have a good understanding of their actions on a daily basis.”

“How many friends would be involved, Mrs. Marcolina?”

“Five at the moment; there may be others, but just the five. Here are their names and addresses and place of work.”

Desoto accepted the list and waited, knowing there would be more. Val shifted nervously in her chair. Desoto waited.

“Um, there is one other thing.”

“Yes, Mrs. canlı bahis Marcolina.”

“Do you; by any chance, know who I am? I mean I know you’ll find out if you don’t…”

“I do know who your husband is, Mrs. Marcolina.”

“We’re not getting along… I don’t mean to infer this … material I want gathered has to do with a possible divorce proceeding. It does not. I repeat it has nothing to do with any such thing. We will remain married. I just…”

“I understand, but there is something else, right?”

“Yes. Yes, there is. How well do you know… let me rephrase, I’m looking for someone with knowledge of the seamy side of Wilmington. I was thinking that someone in the police department – possibly someone connected to vice – might be the right person to ask. But I don’t know such a person and I don’t know if that is the direction I want to go.”

“I have several contacts within the seamier side of town, including a couple people working vice.”

“Oh, good.”

“Perhaps you might tell me a little more about just where you’re headed.”

“Um, yes. All right. Those friends on the list and I have formed a club.”

“That’s not unusual, Mrs. Marcolina. Could you be more specific? I think I have an idea where you’re going, but it would certainly help if we were both on the same page as it were.”

“It’s about sex, Mr. Desoto. It’s about we women enjoying good, if not great sex in a wide variety …” Val paused, and had to look away from him before continuing. “… um, in as wide a variety of formats as possible under the circumstances. I’m sorry… I mean, about putting it that way, but I couldn’t think of another way of saying it.”

Desoto stood up, needing to move about. She had shocked him and he didn’t shock easily. “Well, err… yes, I guess I understand.”

He let a few seconds pass, and then said, “No, I’m afraid I don’t understand. Are you saying you want to start a sex club, Mrs. Marcolina?”

“Err, I suppose so. But… not something off the wall like….”

“Yes?”

“I don’t know what I want, Mr. Desoto. I had this kind of vision, you know? But when it… when I try to put it into words I find I can’t.”

“Want to kick it around?”

“Yes, sure, why not?”

“You say you want a contact in the vice department.”

“I think I do.”

“Why. I mean specifically, why would you want to speak with someone in vice? Are you looking for prostitutes? Either male or female?”

“Not exactly.”

“Help me out here. I mean, let’s say I get a cop in vice to come here and talk with you… what are you going to ask him for?”

“Mr. Desoto….”

“Please, call me Tom, or Thomas. By this point I’m fairly certain we’re on a first name basis.”

“Yes, well then, I’m Valerie, or just Val.”

“So, Valerie, let’s say we have a Mr. Jones from the vice squad here with us. What do you want from him?”

“This is embarrassing, Mr., I mean Thomas.”

“How so?”

“Well, I…” Val had to laugh at herself. “I know, I’m being ludicrous, it really sounds stupid. What I want to do is to have a series of meetings with my girlfriends that, um, explore the essence of sex?”

“You realize you made that a question instead of an answer?”

“I did?”

“You did.”

They both had to laugh at that, and did.

“Okay, believe it or not, we’ve made progress. Let me play back what I’ve heard you say. You want to hold a series of meetings with certain female friends to explore sexual possibilities, or even and I’m branching out here… possibly acting sexual scenarios out with others. Further, you require someone with certain knowledge, like a vice cop, to help you find the other players.”

Val almost jumped in the air. “YES! That’s exactly what I want!”

“Good. Now that we’ve narrowed it down a little, I have to tell you that under certain circumstances what you propose is a criminal offense. I suspect that is not what you had in mind. Am I correct?”

“Lord, no!” Val said, suddenly crestfallen.

“Okay, I need to call a lawyer friend on this. But I think there is a way… a legal way, around the criminal aspect of what you want to do.”

“Thank God!”

“Now, as to the other part of my duties… and remember I’m on the clock….”

“Not a problem, Mr. Desoto, you’ve already earned your money.”

“Please, it’s Tom, okay?”

“Sorry, Tom.” Val gave him a smile, and he returned it. She liked him even more for being nice about the whole situation.

“I will hire a couple other PI’s to follow your girlfriends around the clock. I know, I know, they’ll be sleeping, or at work most of the time. But around the clock will catch them at whatever they’re doing sooner than later, and that’s what I think you want.”

“It is, and I want you to go for it.”

“That’s going to run you $150 an hour. One hundred for the other operator and fifty for me.”

“That’s fine. Do you need a retainer?”

“Yes. $5000 should cover things unless it takes a lot longer.”

Val opened her purse, took out a checkbook, and kaçak iddaa then thought better of it. “I’d prefer to pay in cash. But don’t have that much with me. I have $1200 here; can I use that as a down payment on the retainer?”

“Why not? There’s no way I’ll go through the $5000 in one day,” he said accepting the money she was offering him. “I recommend pulling the money out of your account in odd lots. Say $2500 one day and $1000 the next. Less chance or arousing suspicions that way. And under no circumstances draw over $9000 out at one time. The IRS hears about those withdrawals and relates it to a drug buy.”

“Yes, I’m aware of that possibility,” Val said, and crossed her legs, realizing that this time Desoto had not averted his eyes. They said a few more things and Val got up, shook Desoto’s hand and walked out of his office adding a little more wiggle than usual to her rear end.

*****

Desoto watched from his office window as Val got into her car and drove off. He made three phone calls setting things in motion, and solved one problem immediately.

*****

Two days later, Desoto called Val with his first report.

“Mrs. Marcolina?”

“Yes?”

“I have something to report.”

“Please, go on.”

“With regard to two of your girlfriends. Natalie Stevens and Katy Dide.”

“Katy and Nat… yes?”

“My source tells me they are lovers.”

“They… they’re lesbians?”

“I don’t label people in that kind of context, Mrs. Marcolina. My source followed them to Dide’s place and was able to obtain several pictures that show them in, um, shall we say, compromising positions?”

“When was this?”

“Last night.”

“All right.” Val sighed, she had suspected as much from Katy, but Natalie caught her off guard. Still, no serious damage had been done. The club could continue as planned.

“So far we have nothing unusual on the others. I do however, have something positive for you. There’s a guy… but first, let me ask you again exactly what you had in mind here?”

“Never mind all that. What does this guy do?”

“Don’t lose your cool, Mrs. Marcolina. It’s … what this guy does might be considered disgusting and perverse by some.”

“Get on with it. What does he do?” Val was intensely interested in what he was about to disclose to her.

“All right then, this guy, name’s Jay, Jay Carter. He can… Aw, I can’t put it any other way. He can suck his own cock.”

“He can suck… that’s marvelous! That’s wonderful! They’ll love it!”

“I thought you’d be repulsed.”

“No, not at all. I’m impressed with your find. If he’s half as good as I think he’ll be you’ll get a bonus.”

“I haven’t approached him, so I don’t know what he charges. He does this at bachelor parties, things like that.”

“Is he gay?”

“I don’t know. I do know he needs money to support his habit.”

“What kind of habit?”

“He’s a heroin addict.”

An alarm went off in Val’s mind, and she made a mental note to have plenty of contraceptives available at each meeting, and especially this particular meeting.

“One other thing, Mrs. Marcolina. I spoke with my lawyer. He finds no laws being broken if you get everyone, and I mean everyone who participates to state in writing that they are over 18 years of age and are knowingly entering into a sexual situation that may or may not include sexual congress with one or more members of the same, or opposite sex.”

Val had him repeat the last while she made notes, thanked him, and hung up.

*****

The next two days produced no new news on any of Val’s girlfriends. However, Friday evening Val received a phone call from a seemingly troubled Desoto.

“Um, are you sitting down?”

“No, Mr. Desoto, should I?”

“I think it advisable, Mrs. Marcolina.”

Val sat down at her dining room table. “All right, what do you have?”

“Late this afternoon, Mrs. Grunfeld was seen entering a high-rise luxury apartment on Water Street. She was alone.”

“That’s not too bad, Mr. Desoto.”

“There’s more. It gets … worse.”

“Tell me,” she said and began working the cuticle on her left thumb.

“Other people entered the building after her. Mostly couples. But there were two men went in… separately, I mean. They could have gone in to meet her.

“And three women, elderly women also entered. My man was able to ascertain they lived there. He didn’t learn anything about the first man in. He might live there, he might not. But my man recognized the other man, and learned that he owns one of the two penthouse apartments in the building.

“The man was your husband, Joe Marcolina. My man is certain, having dealt with him on numerous occasions. I’m sorry. You shouldn’t learn something like this in this way.”

“Well…” Val said after a brief pause. “I didn’t know about him and… her,” Val having decided at the last second that she couldn’t pronounce Bernie’s name without crying. “I’ve caught him out before. Not that you need to know, but we’re kind of separated. We live kaçak bahis in the same house and I act as his wife for social reasons. He pays me well for that privilege and that privilege only. His woman … that woman … is a surprise. She’s a longtime friend, and she’s betraying me. I’ll deal with that on my own terms when I’m ready. Thank you, Mr. Desoto. Please continue checking the others and be sure to let me know what the balance due is.

*****

Val was furious at learning that Bernie had betrayed her. She made herself a strong martini and sat down sipping away at it slowly but steadily.

Ten minutes later she realized she was highly aroused and made a decision that both surprised and frightened her.

Picking up the phone she dialed a number she had scribbled down several days earlier.

“Hello,” a slack voice answered.

“Mr. Carter?”

“Yeah?”

“You don’t know me, but perhaps you’ve heard from a Mr. Desoto recently?”

“Desoto … yeah, he talked to me the other day. You the one interested in my service?”

“I might be, but I need to know when you were last tested for HIV?”

“He mentioned that might complicate things. I got tested the day him and me talked. I got the results back this morning. I’m clean.”

“Was the test by a reputable physician?”

He named a doctor that Val was familiar with and trusted.

“Are you available this evening?”

“If it’s worth my while.”

“Five hundred for a demonstration.”

“Where and when?”

Val gave him her address and told him to be there in an hour. Carter had no problem with either and told her so.

“I hope you’re as good as promised,” she said.

“I’m better than that, lady. But you’ll see for yourself.”

***

Jay Carter was a surprisingly handsome young man. Val felt quite comfortable in his presence. She had already instructed the Nanny who was caring for her daughter Caroline that she did not want to be disturbed, and brought Carter to her bedroom and then sat down in a loveseat and waited.

“Maybe I should tell before the show,” he said, opening up the conversation between them.

“I think that is a good idea. I want to see what you can do. I have several friends who like… unusual behavior, and….”

“Sexually deviant behavior, Mrs. Marcolina?”

“Very likely, Mr. Carter.”

“Please, call me Jay.”

“Of course, Jay it is. Call me Val, or Valerie.”

He smiled and pronounced her name. “Valerie. A lovely name.”

Thank you, Mr. I mean, Jay.”

“Valerie, I went through puberty later than my peers. But when I did it seems my body went into overdrive. What I mean is, I grew a foot in a year. I was Mr. Awkward for ten months and then almost overnight my dick shot out to a firmly measured eleven inches.”

“That’s a remarkable size, Jay. I’ve never seen one that… that, or anywhere close to it. May I see it?”

“In due course, Valerie, if you don’t mind. At any rate, there I was Mr. Awkward, and as for the girls – tongue-tied and completely hopeless around them.”

“We’re all awkward to some extent, Jay,” Val said feeling sorry for the young man in front of her. She kept glancing at his groin, hoping to see a tell-tale bulge that befit a cock as big as he claimed to have. But why would he exaggerate? She asked herself. He’s going to show it to me sooner or later?

“I figured out how to suck myself by accident. I was, as usual, behind a locked door in my bedroom.” He looked at Val, saw her staring at his crotch, and slowly lowered the zipper, reached inside and took his member out.

“Might as well have a look at it Val, I can tell you’re anxious to see the unveiling.”

He was not hard, but his member hung down not unlike an elephant’s trunk.

“Oh, I… I’m sorry, Jay. I was anxious to see it. I guess it gets a lot bigger when you….”

“Yes, it certainly does.”

“May I touch it?”

“Of course. It’s sort of limp right now. If you want you can do the honors… you know, get it up for me – or us.”

Val moved to him and knelt at his feet, taking his hot flesh into her hand. Several inches of cock lolled over her hand and she was required to use her other hand as well to keep him straight.

“You never did show me the doctor’s report on your condition, Jay.”

“Do you really want to see it, or would you rather suck my cock?”

“I won’t suck anything if you don’t show me medical proof you’re clean.”

Reaching into his right-hand pocket, Jay produced the letter proving him safe from any sexually transmitted disease. Val read it carefully then folded it and handed it back to him.

“I can’t deep-throat this,” she told him calmly. Then dropped the head of his lengthy manhood on the edge of her tongue. “But owl twy,” she laughed then took him as far as she could.

Val was surprised that it took him a full minute to become fully erect, but when he did, she had to remark not only on his length, but also on the circumference of his weapon, and in her opinion it was indeed a weapon.

“Jay, this is as impressive a cock as I’ve ever seen, and that includes porno films.”

“Johnnie Wadd was bigger,” he replied softly.

“Johnnie Wadd?” Val said, after removing him from her mouth.

John Holmes, Big John Holmes,” Jay said. He made dozens of films.”

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I heard the screen door bang and she called out “It’s just me!” I was catching up on a stack of paperwork at home that afternoon, sweating from the heat and a fan that really wasn’t helping much. She bounced into the room, wearing a white tank top T-shirt and a pair of black nylon jogging shorts. “Hi!” she said. “I’ve been working out at the club and thought I’d pop in and show off a bit. Check me out, will you?” She laughed, and slowly turned around, stretching her arms over her head, and giving me a full view of her buff body. I was impressed. Her workouts had definitely been helping. She looked great.

“Come closer- I need to get a better look.” I said. She strutted over between me and the desk, leaned back against the edge of the desk, and said, “How’s this?” She leaned over and I leaned forward and she gave me a deep kiss, flicking her tongue inside my mouth. Then she stretched again and gave me one of those “I dare you” smiles. As she stretched, I reached up and softly touched her cheeks, then slowly traced my fingers down her neck, across her shoulders, and then over her bonus veren siteler breasts. Her nipples immediately got hard and poked up nicely though her tank top. Her breathing changed, and I knew she was getting turned on. I could smell the perspiration on her from her workout earlier, and my prick started to thicken and rise in my shorts. I was getting turned on, too.

I played with her for several minutes as she stood there with her eyes closed, enjoying the sensations of my fingertips playing gently with her nipples, and caressing her breasts. I reached down and found the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. “I can’t really see your abs through this…” I said, as I tossed her shirt on the side of the desk. “There, that’s better. Wow! You’re stomach is tight- I really can see some definite improvement.” She said she had been doing hundreds of sit-ups and crunches, and proudly cocked her hips at an angle, and showed herself off to me. I traced my fingers down across her tummy, then slowly across the top of her shorts, and down over bahis her hips. As I moved down across the outside of her legs, I said, “Turn around, I need to check out your legs.”

She turned around, facing away from me, and leaned over the desktop. She spread her legs a bit, and looked over her shoulder at me, smiled again, and asked “So… what do you think?” There I was, sitting eye-level, with her black shorts, and what I knew was a beautiful ass. I slowly stroked down her legs to her ankles, then back up on the inside of her legs. As I passed her knees, she began to breathe quicker, and she arched her back. My right hand reached the edge of her shorts and I kept on going, directly for her pussy. My fingers found it very hot, and very wet. I began to stroke her slowly, back and forth, front to back, working my finger inside her, then out again to tease at her clit. She was breathing fast, and pushing back against my fingers. My left hand had dropped to my own shorts and was quickly trying to untie them to loosen my dick from what had become an uncomfortable place.

I deneme bonusu finally got them untied, and pushed them down to my ankles. My prick rose hard and fast, and I was stroking myself with the same rhythm as I stroked her. She had thrown back her head, her long hair hanging down her back, and arched her back even more. She had rotated her hips so that her pussy was pointed up and right at me. She was groaning loudly and squeezing her pussy around my finger each time I entered her. I could smell her heat. I reached up with both hands, yanked her shorts down, stood up quickly, and entered her pussy from behind, almost all in one motion.

She yelped and laughed, and pushed hard back against me. We were both primed and ready, and as I pumped into her, she met me stroke for stroke, faster and faster, until we both exploded together in a huge orgasm. I felt the cum spurting out of me, and she clenched her pussy tightly around my dick. It was one of the quickest, hottest experiences either one of us had ever had. After quite a while, just enjoying the sensation of being inside of her, I pulled out slowly. She turned, and as she hugged me, she said, “I guess I looked pretty good, yes?” All I could do was nod. She reached down, grabbed her shorts, pulled them back on, and with a quick squeeze of my dick, she dashed out the door.

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Finale.

I wasn’t expecting another call from Kira’s clinic but it came a month later. The administrator asked me to visit Kira and also to “sort out” some aspects of her insurance claim. I explained that the insurance side of things were no longer my responsibility, but she said, “Come along anyway. There are personal aspects on which your opinion could be helpful.”

Of course, I agreed to go and was in a fever of excitement over what might happen with Kira; never mind the company’s liability.

When I got there, the admin meeting turned out to be mostly a formality over Kira’s clinic costs and my opinion on the likelihood of the company paying those at least as soon as possible. Then came the “personal aspects.”

Kira’s surgeon was also present in the meeting and he explained her latest medical and physical conditions. She was totally without legs at all; removed right up to the hip joint. Her general health otherwise was good. Her heart and kidneys had recovered much of their function after removal of the damaged limbs and their failing nerves. Kira could be expected to live for many years, perhaps a full normal lifespan in these conditions, and he had reported that to the new company adjuster who had taken over from me.

In the room was a woman who introduced herself after the surgeon’s talk as a “relationship therapist” and she did most of the talking from that point. She told us that Kira’s hyper-sexuality had increased, although she used the world “exacerbated” which made it sound like a disease. Apparently, Kira now sought sexual pleasure 24 hours a day, with almost constant use of sex-toys, and very many orgasms. She was in permanent state of either excitement or recovery.

Kira’s waist was now corseted to its absolute anatomical minimum, at her insistence. Her waist now contained only her injured spine, blood vessels and nerve tissues, and a single loop if her small intestine. Her colon had shifted downward and seemed to be functioning satisfactorily; while her stomach, liver, pancreas and lungs had shifted upwards into her chest; and also seemed to be unaffected.

“And there are other aspects of her appearance and condition which I’ll not describe here,” she concluded, “and she’s been asking for you to visit her.”

Immediately, I wondered if my opportunity had come again to experience some extremes of erotic pleasure with Kira. And I was not disappointed when they called nurse Alice to come for me, to go to Kira’s new room.

As soon as I got into the room, Alice closed the door and I locked it.

In her usual way, Kira held out both arms towards me and hugged my face close to hers as we kissed and nuzzled each other.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” she said into my ear, almost too softly to hear.

She was crying silently and I could feel the tears on my cheek.

I let her settle for a few moments, and spoke to her, “I thought you’d forgotten me; it’s been so long. I missed you.”

“I’ve been a bit depressed after the last operation but now I’m recovered and ready to see you again,” now she was smiling through the remnants of her tears.

“Please touch me, like you know,” she said looking straight into my eyes, and I put my right hand down to her new pelvic area. No legs, or stumps, just smooth curves between her hip bones and her labia and her bottom.

I noticed that her plugs were bigger again. In her rectum at least 4-inches across and in her vagina I thought 3-inches. And another very tight black Lycra panty-girdle over her entire lower torso.

I did my usual movements and pressings on the plugs and she held my face to hers as she came to orgasm in less time than it takes to tell here. Maybe only 8 or 10 seconds. She squealed a little as it overcame her and then relaxed her hold on my head. I stood up.

After a few more seconds, she said, “Let me show you this,” and raised her gown above her waist, so that I could see the massive reduction she had achieved.

I reached down and held her waist in my fingers and thumbs with my middle fingers overlapping at the back. Her measurement could have been only 15 or 16 inches round. My own corset fetish asserted itself fully and I wanted to get inside her as soon as possible and to cling onto that waist whilst plunging into her.

I moved my face close to her as I held her waist, “I want you very much. Please may I come in?” I was asking like a little boy pleading for a cookie.

“Oh yes, now, come into me now, I’ve been waiting so long,” she replied and removed her gown completely.

It was then I realized that her breasts had increased in size and she was wearing a really solid rather matronly bra with bones and a deep band that fitted over the top edge of her corset.

“Kira, your breasts are wonderful,” I said and she replied, “It just happened when we got the new tighter bahis siteleri corsets.”

“I like your bra; it hold you very nicely,” I said stroking her well-supported breasts pointing to the ceiling.

“I was worried you’d think it all old-fashioned. I’m glad you like it,” she replied and I took off all my clothes.

Then four things happened as quickly as I could manage.

First, I clipped the stainless steel scrotum ring around my package of testicles and penis.

Second, I tilted her frame-bed back so that she was angled away from me with her pelvis at my shagging height.

Third, I struggled a little to remove the tight little panty-girdle. It was so small and containing, that I had to go round the other side of the frame to pull it all the way over her pelvis and lay it on the little table.

Finally, I reached down to pull out her vagina plug. It came with a little effort and a big sigh from Kira.

It was at this stage I realized that my sex package would never fill her space; nor would I get any stimulation just from moving in and out of her.

Kira knew exactly what was going through my mind and reached out to bring something even as I was wondering how to proceed.

“Put this in my first and then join us,” she smiled and winked at me

It was a smaller plug that had a channel gouged out of one side, and I could see how it would work for us both.

I lubed it and slipped it into her. It disappeared with no flange at the outer edge. Then I pressed my package into her and I could feel the carved plug under the bottom edge of my penis and testicles, but my top edge was pressed hard up against her vagina tunnel and got full benefit of the rubbing stimulation. In addition, the bigger hard plug in her rectum was pressing me from the other side of the membrane and increased my stimulation.

My full pack, testicles and steel collar, slipped into her as I took a hold on her tiny waist.

Slowly at first, I began shagging back and forth, and then with more speed; clutching her waist and shaking her body about without the weight of her legs, and her hands holding onto the frame.

Remembering from the last visit, I reached out for her big vibrator and switched it on. Holding it onto her clitoris with one hand, and gripping her waist almost entirely with the other, we both moved towards our orgasms.

Kira got there first and squealed again as her head flicked back and she gripped her own breasts through the strong bra.

I came a few seconds later and emptied myself into the space around the carved plug.

“Ooh, so nice,” she almost sang, “I wondered if that thing would work for us both. It wasn’t easy to get but I’m glad I did.”

I didn’t ask where she got the special plug but I held her waist again and squeezed her as hard as I could. But could make no impression on her figure; she was compressed already to the very limit of her muscles and bones.

She asked me to spin the frame upright so that we could hold each other and kiss again, with her almost standing but without legs. She clung to me and we kissed, and I let me erection subside against her corseted belly, and felt the full hard bra pressing on my chest.

Somehow, her face looked younger than ever, despite her surgery and other illnesses. She smiled into my eyes and kissed me again and again. I knew it would take some time for my erection to recover but she was urging me to give her more pleasure sooner.

“Please put your hand inside me,” she asked.

Removing the carved plug was easy, covered as it was with my juices as well as the lube, and then I slowly pressed my fingers into her slippery labia. With no effort at all, my entire hand slipped into her and I could feel her cervix against my middle finger.

I jiggled my hand a little and she shuddered with pleasure in the way I knew.

Bringing the vibrator again, I held it against her clitoris at the same time as shivering my hand inside her.

Initially, she smiled into my eyes; then closed her eyes and held her own waist; then bent her head back and came to a massive orgasm in just a few seconds. She more than squealed this time; she almost screamed; so much that I was worried Alice might come dashing in “to the rescue”, so to speak.

Kira subsided as I switched off the vibrator and slowly extricated my hand.

The flopped her head sideways onto the pillowed sides of the frame, with her eyes still closed and her breathing deep and steadily. And with a smile on her lips.

As she recovered, she asked, “Please put the bigger one back in me, and turn me down.”

I knew what she meant about “turn me down” and planned to do as she asked.

First, the bigger vagina plug was replaced although that wasn’t so easy.

“Slowly,” she instructed, “I haven’t got used to it yet but it’s canlı bahis siteleri nice when it’s in.”

As gently as I could, with frequent little back and forth movements and some twisting, it began to fill her up.

As we were nearing the widest part, her body went rigid, her eyes closed tight shut and she took deep breaths. She was struggling to take the stretch and the squeeze, I could tell.

“Oh my God,” she said suddenly and I’d never heard her express such discomfort before, “Push now!”

Against all my softer feelings, I leaned on the plug with my full weight and she coughed loudly. That did the trick and broke the seal, it seemed.

With an audible plop, that big plug dropped inside her and her labia closed around the stalk.

Kira was sweating and she smiled weakly as her eyes opened.

“Phoo!” she exclaimed, “it’ll get easier I’m sure. Thank you. Now I feel full and happy again.”

Her smile became stronger and she looked into my eyes again.

“Now turn me down, you know,” she repeated the instruction.

The frame spun so that her face was on a level with my groin and her two plugs were close to my eyes. Even as I was doing this manoeuvre, she opened her mouth wide to accept my package.

With no delay she took all of me; flaccid penis, testicles and steel ring in her mouth together. She sucked on me and started to grow my erection again. It slowly stiffened into her mouth, then to her back teeth and then into her throat. I could feel the teeth and then her uvula, and finally the ridged tunnel of her throat. She knew exactly how to grow an erection, and I was full size again after a few minutes.

With one hand she tapped her plugs, and then held her own waist again. I knew the signal and reached over for the vibrator. Holding it flat against both plugs, I sensed her orgasm developing both in her body movements and in the tightening of her throat.

After half a minute, she came to another overwhelming orgasm and I pulled out of her throat as she squealed and writhed her head from side to side.

She took a deep breath and relaxed, “Lovely,” she said softly, “just rest for a minute.”

My erection was raging and I was waiting for her to recover, and then we could move onto my pleasure. I hoped.

I was not to be kept waiting, nor to be disappointed.

“Please back me round and down, like we did last time you visited,” she said, “I’ve been saving a lot up for you. For days and days.”

I had a sense of what was coming and didn’t object.

The frame spun so that her pelvis was at my groin level, slanted so that I could gain access to her deformed rear-facing rectum; and with her head down near my calves and facing away from me. I knew that the rectal plug must come out and started on that; slowly and twisting and pulling. It had a wide flange end and I was holding it with both hands.

Although I couldn’t see her face, I knew that she was screwing up her eyes, and taking deep breaths as the massive plug stretched her anal muscles to the limit. With some force, more than required by the vaginal plug, it came out into my hands. I was stunned by the size of the thing: 4-inches across at its widest, shaped like an onion or small minaret, and over 6-inches long inside her. It was covered in lube, of course, but also a little stain of faeces on the pointed end. I laid it to one side, on the little table and quickly pressed my raging erection into her. Initially, I was too loose inside her but then her sphincter started to contract onto the stalk of my steel ring. Soon, I was totally enclosed inside her with my testicles feeling the smoothness of her rectum and my erection pressing up towards her sigmoid.

I didn’t move too much until she was gripping me quite hard, which took perhaps two minutes, and then started my shagging into her bowels. I had no legs or stumps to hold onto this time, only the smooth roundness of her hip bones and the startling hip-spring into her corseted waist. I held onto that and pulled her towards me, and thrust into her with as much force as I could to get the maximum stimulation in the vast open cave which was her rectum. Fortunately, her anal muscles gripped me well by this stage and there was little risk of my popping out of her.

At the same time as I could feel the smooth ridges of her rectum, I could also feel the hard plug in her vagina; pressing on me through the membrane. The sensations were unbelievable and I was going wild with her. Her body was swinging back and forth in a quick rhythm; her head was flopping about at the other end of her body from my erection. She made no sound until my climax began to build; my erection got harder and she began to make her little kitten mewing sounds which promised her own orgasm.

Then it all happened as I expected and partly had hoped.

I güvenilir bahis was joined in her rectum by a mass of her shit, from higher up in her colon. I was expecting more of the wet sludge and this time even more because of the expanded rectal space after the plug was removed.

But this time, the volume of her shit was not squishy almost -liquid as it had been on the previous occasion. This was a solid log of hardened faeces; saved up and constipated for some days.

This shit-log was pressing hard against my erection and moving along it, until it pressed against my testicles held forward, as they were, by the steel ring. At that point, I felt discomfort from that force but my climax was close and I kept up the shagging until I emptied myself into her bowels.

The resulting extra lubrication from my sperm gave her shit-log the freedom it needed and it practically pushed me out of her; lock stock and barrel.

Exactly at the same moment, Kira reached her orgasm, she pushed the enormous shaft of her shit into the fresh air of the room. I could see it was 7 or 8-inches long and 1½ Inches wide. Of course, it was stained with my own juices and it dropped heavily to the floor at my feet. The stench was awful and I looked down to see my own sperms being forced out of her guts along with more of her solid shit.

As I pulled myself away of her, I was rewarded with another even bigger load of a solid turd-log. This one was over a foot in length, so she must have been emptying her entire colon in response to my shagging and lubrication.

Remembering my previous experience, I grabbed a towel and made a quick wipe of myself; and then turned the frame upright so that she may feel more comfortable in her stomach. But it was a wasted effort: she vomited a final mass of creamy stuff down her front and onto the floor.

I was looking worried but Kira smiled through her puke and in the stench, “That was lovely,” she said, “no one ever gave me those feelings before. I’ve been it storing up for you. Could you tell?”

I didn’t feel like thanking her because now we were both in a shocking stinky state, the floor was filthy, and she needed undressing and re-dressing as a matter of urgency.

But she kept talking and smiling, “I really like that feeling of all my inside dropping out and the weight leaving my bottom. This time was different, wasn’t it? Even better ‘cos it was hard. I really had to push hard but the feeling is so good. Thank you so much.”

As before, I dashed into her wet-room and did a clean-up on my legs and feet, and took off the steel ring to clean around my package. With soap and warm water; and so I was fairly decent and mostly dressed by the time Alice came to do the rest of it.

“She does this only when you come these days,” she observed, “what do you do with her?” but she was grinning and didn’t expect a full answer.

Kira was cleaned up and dressed in a new corset and gown. I wanted to watch the lacing of her corset but Alice insisted I sit outside until she was finished.

When I returned to the room, Kira was clean and tidy, even with a smell of toothpaste in her kisses, and a little flower in her hair.

When Alice left us, over an hour later with all the cleaning done, Kira made me sit down next to her. She looked serious.

“That was so nice. Thank you for coming to me and helping me. I don’t know anyone else who could do it,” she said, still serious.

She continued, “I think I have a problem with my body. I just need these feelings all the time or else I slip into depression again. But I can’t expect you to visit me every few days, just to give me the excitement and strange feelings I need.”

“So what will happen to you, Kira?” I asked.

“That’s what I want to tell you. It now appears I have a distant cousin in America, in Boston. My grandmother’s sister’s grand-daughter. She is a doctor, a child doctor, is that a paediatrician? Well, she’s offered to house me in her private clinic and take care of me whether the insurance pays up or not. So I’ll be going to America in two weeks time. That’s why I wanted to see you this one more time. So you’ll know I’m going to be looked after; and I haven’t forgotten you. Do you understand?”

I took her hand and kissed it and spoke, “Kira, you need more care than I can give you. So this news is good news; but I shall miss you and carry my memory of you for the rest of my life.”

She tugged me towards her and we kissed properly with lips and tongues and wide open mouths.

“This must be the end for us,” she said softly with a catch in her voice, “I have fallen in love with you but I must be realistic. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I replied, “and I have come to think of you as the special person in my life; and I’ll miss you very much indeed.”

“Go now,” she said, “thank you for a lovely afternoon. Please put the vibrator near me. You know how I am?” and she giggled as she said it.

So much better to hear her giggle than to sense her sadness.

And so we parted. Both tearful but also smiling and with hearts full of good memories, and naughty memories too.

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She walked out of the airport gate and started to head for baggage claim when she noticed a chauffeur holding a sign with her name on it. She walked over to him, puzzled. She wasn’t expecting anyone to meet her after her trip. Her kids have been on visitation at their dad’s house all week and aren’t due back until next week.

“Are you sure this is for me?” she asked.

“Yes ma’am. The gentleman described you perfectly.”

“What gentleman? How did he describe me?”

“I can’t reveal our clients, but he described you as a sexy, stunning redhead. I would have to say you fit that description perfectly.”

“Thank you. What am I supposed to do? I’ve never had a driver before.”

“First we’ll get your bags. The car is right out front. My instructions were very specific, however, I am not to divulge them to you. I was told to give this to you” he said, handing her an envelope. She took the envelope and opened it. It was from him! A huge smile lit up her face as she silently read the note:

“Hi Sweety,” it started, “I’ve been thinking about you and the wonderful evening we had. I’d like to have a second date with you.”

“Second date?” she thought, “He’s hundreds of miles away. How can we have a second date?” She hadn’t read far enough.

“I know we can’t be together physically, so we’ll have a fantasy date. I’ve taken care of everything. The car will take you everywhere you need to go, and then home. Relax and enjoy it. I know you’ll have a good time. Welcome home.”

She turned to the chauffeur and knew everything would be okay. “Let’s go!” she said..

They headed to baggage claim, then outside where a beautiful stretch limo was waiting. She climbed in the back and noticed a box of roses on the seat next to her. “For You” the card said.

There was also another note. She carefully opened the envelope as the car pulled away from the airport terminal.

“I see you made it into the car. I hope you liked the roses. We’ve got a couple of stops to make on the way home, so sit back, relax and have a drink. I’ve taken the liberty of ordering your favorite wine.”

She looked at the well stocked limo’s bar and sure enough, there was a bottle of wine that she had told him she really liked. She poured herself a glass and sat back to watch the world slip by on her way to an adventure she could only imagine.

As they rode along, her thoughts drifted back to him. He had been the one bright spot in the week. She met him at a nightclub near her hotel. He was tall, boyishly handsome, with piercing blue eyes and a devilish smile that hinted at the bad boy hidden within. He was doing a country line dance when she first saw him, and he was good! His body moved easily and gracefully, unlike most other guys who are too uncoordinated to dance. He wore his jeans well and was in good shape. He had noticed her watching him, and when their eyes met, he flashed a smile of lustful appreciation.

After the song he was dancing to was over; he had come over, ordered a round of drinks, and struck up a conversation. The conversation was laced with sexual overtones and innuendoes. He listened attentively to her as they chatted the night away. She was impressed by the way he talked and expressed himself, and the wide range of subjects they covered. This was a REAL conversation, not a pick-up line. Even now, she can’t recall him ever covering the big four points most men use to impress women: what he did for a living, how much money he made, what kind of car he drove or how well hung he was. In fact, now that she thought about it, after all those hours of conversation, she knew very little about him. A sexy man of mystery…who could dance.

When the band played a slow song, he took her by the hand and led her to the floor. Among the swaying bodies, he had held her close, their bodies pressed together and moving in such perfect synch that they looked like one person. As they danced, he put his hand on the small of her back. She had been wearing a crop top shirt that left her midriff exposed. As he touched her, it felt electric. His cool hand on her warm skin felt good. He moved his hand slowly around her back, as if mapping it out. Then, as they danced, he began to massage her back. As he did, knotted muscles that she hadn’t noticed began to relax. She almost melted into him. Not only was he relaxing her, he was finding erogenous zones she didn’t know she had. His fingers worked magic on her back, and she had gotten aroused by it. As the song ended, she could hardly walk off the floor!

Back at the bar, they stood leaning against it when he had reached out and gingerly poked her belly-button, which was exposed below the edge of her shirt. This was a hot button she didn’t know about either. As he touched her, it tickled, but also sent a charge throughout her body she had never felt before. He knew where, and how to touch a woman. Where’d he learn that? It didn’t matter, because she was getting all the benefits of his education that night. Now she wished she had worn panties to soak bahis siteleri up the evidence of her arousal. She had never been so wet! He knew what her was doing, but continued nonchalantly to tease her unmercifully. When a man squeezed in behind him to order a drink, he was forced to move closer to her. Still leaning on the bar with his right arm, his hand moved to within a fraction of an inch of her left breast. Unseen to all, he reached out and stroked her now erect nipple through her shirt with the back of his index finger. But his payback was coming. When he excused himself to go to the bathroom and moved past her, she reached out and goosed his butt. Nice.

They spent the entire evening together, dancing, talking, laughing, and flirting outrageously. He was the first man she had ever met that she felt KNEW her, knew how SHE felt. She told him things she only shared with her girlfriends. She told him about her fantasies, her past relationships, and her family. He took in every word she said without judgement or opinion. He was LISTENING! They could both feel the definite chemistry there. They were definitely attracted to each other, yet there was no hurry…no pressure to do anything more than just be together at that moment. When the time came to leave, she didn’t want to, but she had to get up early to catch her flight home. He had walked her to her car, hugged her tightly and gently kissed her. A perfect kiss…not a peck and not a dental exam. It was the perfect kiss to a perfect evening.

Her recollections ended just as the limo pulled up to the curb and stopped. ‘How long have we been driving?” she wondered. Long enough to drink her wine apparently, as she looked at the empty glass in her hand. The door opened and the chauffeur helped her out. As she stood up, she felt a little buzz from the wine starting. “What are we doing here?” she asked.

“You’re supposed to go in there,” the chauffeur said, pointing to a small shop, “they’re expecting you. I’ll be here when you’re done.”

She felt nervous as she approached the shop door. The windows of the shop were tinted so that she couldn’t see inside. There was no sign, name, or anything that told her what kind of store this was. She opened the door and stepped inside.

A slender, obviously gay, young male clerk looked up from the counter as she entered.

“Oh honey!,” he said, “we’ve been waiting for you. Right this way! We’ve already got your outfits picked out and your gifts wrapped. All you have to do is try them on.”

“Outfits?…”

“Oh yes! And they are marvelous! You’ll look smashing in them.”

He led her toward a curtain that looked like a dressing room.

“OK, in you go! Don’t be shy! Let me see how it looks when you get it on!”

She entered the booth. Inside, hanging on hangers were a black leather halter top, and black chaps. On the bench were black high heeled cowboy boots, a black cowboy hat, and another note. She opened the envelope.

“I’m glad you made it this far. I thought I’d show you some of those country dance moves I was doing. But you have to dress the part. And since you were checking out MY butt, I get to check out yours. Try this on. I’m sure it’ll look great! The clerk also has some other things for you that I’ve picked out for our date.”

She felt a little embarrassed by this, but the wine was loosening up her inhibitions so she started to undress and put on her cowboy outfit.

The halter top was more like a leather string bikini, but it was comfortable and fit her perfectly. The chaps were glove soft and tight. She wriggled into them and cinched them up. Since she didn’t wear underwear, her butt and red bush were left exposed. The back of the chaps ended just below her cheeks, giving her a little buttlift, which she liked. She put the boots and hat on and admired herself in the mirror. Her tits had never been big but she liked not having to wear a bra all the time. He hips were still slim, her stomach flat and taut, and her tan blended with her red hair and green eyes. “Not bad” she thought to herself.

“How’re you doin in there?” came the wispy voice of the clerk.

“Great!,” she said as she boldly opened the curtain and stepped out. “What do you think?”

The clerk, obviously not a sexual threat to her, looked her up and down, adjusted a few things here and there, and smiled broadly with delight “Oh, I love it! Love it! LOVE IT!”

She started to step back into the booth.

“What are you doing?” asked the clerk.

“I was going to change.”

“Oh, no, no, no honey! You’re supposed to wear that!”

“I can’t wear this outside! Everyone will see me!”

“No they won’t. There are two more pieces to the outfit.” The clerk reached into a rack next to the booth and pulled out a leather trenchcoat.. “Here, this will keep you covered up.”

“I thought you said there were TWO pieces?”

“Check the coat pocket.”

She reached into the pocket and felt a bulge. She pulled it out. It was a pair of silk thong panties canlı bahis siteleri with a strange bump at the crotch area. “What’s this?”

“Those are remote controlled vibrating panties.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“No! Look! Try them on!”

She slipped them on and the clerk helped her position the tiny, built-in vibrator in the right place. He picked up a remote control from the counter.

“Are you ready?”

“I don’t know.”

The clerk hit the switch and she jumped as the panties sprung to life, tickling her clit with tiny vibrations. The clerk pushed another button and the buzzing changed from a steady rhythm to a strong, staccato pulse.

“OOH!!” she squealed as the sensation awakened her. She looked at him and smiled.

He turned the panties off and handed her the remote. “It has three speeds and eight different pulse patterns. I think you and your friend will have lots of fun with these!”

The clerk stepped into the dressing room, collected her things, and put them in a bag. He helped her put on the trenchcoat, and then handed her the bag with her clothes and another bag with wrapped packages.

“Don’t open these until you’re told to! It’s been my pleasure to serve you.”

With that, she was pointed to the door and walked out, nearly naked beneath her coat. The chauffeur tipped his hat as she got in, and she tipped her new cowboy hat back at him. The limo pulled away on the way to its next destination. Alone in the back, she reached into her pocket and took out the remote control. She laid back on the seat, opened her coat, and began to flip through the different speeds and pulse options, enjoying how each one felt on her swelling lips and aching clit. She wished he was here to fuck her silly right now.

All she had done was kiss this man, and now she was wanting him more than any man she had ever wanted. She wanted to see him smile with devilish delight watching her writhe and squirm on the limo seat. She wanted to suck him, and wanted him deep inside her.

The combination of being nearly naked in a moving car, the vibrations of the panties, and her own imagination sent her over the edge as a thunderous orgasm crashed over her. Wave after wave of pleasure swept over her, until she nearly passed out from pleasure. The limo slowed and then stopped. She quickly hit the off button on the remote, sat up, closed her coat, and tried to act normal. Just then the door opened and the chauffeur leaned in.

“Everything alright, ma’am?” he asked, as if he couldn’t smell the heady, musky scent of sex that hung in the air.

“Yes, fine.”

“I’m supposed to run in and get another package for you. I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Oh! Okay,” she stammered, “I’ll just stay here.”

“Yes ma’am. I’ll be back in a minute.”

“OK!” she said, reaching for the wine bottle. “I guess while he’s gone, I’ll have me another drink!” she thought to herself. She poured herself another glass and slumped back into the seat to watch people walk by on the sidewalk through the tinted limo windows.

She was getting hot, so she took off the trenchcoat, and sat there with her bare ass on the limo’s cool leather seat. She got even bolder and removed her top. As she sat there in her chaps, boots, and panties, she wondered what people would say if they could look in the windows and see her. She leaned back and pulled the panties aside, exposing her now drenched pussy to the cool air. Anyone who opened the door at that moment would have a great view. She reached up and dipped her finger in the wine and then rubbed it on her clit. The cool liquid felt good. She dipped her finger in the wine again, and then inserted it deep inside her, mixing the wine with all her steaming juices. She pulled her finger out and licked it. The sweet wine and salty cum cocktail wasn’t bad. But before she could indulge herself further, she saw the chauffeur coming out with a package, so she covered herself up and drank her wine. The driver put the package in the trunk and then got into the front seat and pulled away. He called her from the phone in the front seat.

“How are you doing so far?” he asked.

“Fine.”

“We have another stop in a few minutes for dinner. You’ll have to get out and go inside for this stop, so you’ll need to be covered. And I was told to tell you to make sure you wear your panties.”

The limo pulled up to a restaurant and the driver opened the door for her. She stepped from the limo and felt a slight chill in the air. It made her nipples hard under her coat and halter top. She felt a little out of place entering such an elegant restaurant dressed as she was. The men standing in line waiting for tables seemed to enjoy the view, but their wives and girlfriends definitely did not. But she felt great after the maitre’d brushed past all of those snobs to greet her and escort her directly to her table.

The table was actually a booth in a corner, away from the main traffic. It had a white linen tablecloth that hung down, güvenilir bahis and was cozily lit with two candles. Fine china and crystal sparkled in the candlelight. As she was seated, the maitre’d handed her another envelope. Another note. “Enjoy, madame” he said as he sauntered off. The wine steward immediately approached with a third glass of her favorite wine, and was just as quickly gone again.

She opened the envelope and began to read the note:

“I hope you are enjoying yourself so far and finding our date ‘satisfying’. (If he only knew HOW satisfying so far! Maybe he did!) By now you will be wearing your new outfit. I’m sure it looks wonderful. It’s too bad I couldn’t have been there with you when you tried it on. I would have loved to see if you are a true redhead. Of course, the sight of you in that sexy outfit probably would have been too much for me, and I would have had to pull you into the dressing room, spread your legs, gotten on my knees, and tasted your sweet nectar. Then I would have bent you over the chair in the room and rode you hard, holding on to your chap straps while I pounded my hard cock into you. Would you have liked that?”

She thought about it for a second. “Definitely!”

“All that activity would have worked up an appetite, so I’ve brought you here to my favorite restaurant. We’ll have dinner and then move on to other things. “

Just then the waiter appeared and began preparing a fresh Caesar salad right at the table. He told her she was supposed to continue reading her note.

“The waiter would come to our table to make the salad. Remember the panties you have on? If I was there, I would have the remote! And as the waiter was making our salad, I would have turned it on to a slow, low humm. But I’m not there so you have to do it. Turn it on. Not loud enough for him to hear, but enough for you to feel pulsing through your hot pussy.”

She reached for the remote in her pocket and turned on the vibrating panties.

“And I would make you sit there, talking, drinking, laughing, all the while pretending nothing is going on. Even when you come, you’re not allowed to let him know you just came, again.” As she read, she could feel herself getting wet and losing control.

The waiter continued to make the salad. “How long does it take to make a fucking salad!” she thought. He just looked at her occasionally and kept on stirring in ingredients.

She felt her orgasm building. “And as you got ready to come, I would reach under the table and pull the panties aside, put my fingers inside you, and feel the contractions of your hot, wet orgasm clamp down on them. But since I’m not there, you’ll have to do it.”

She slipped her hand under the table, all the time trying to act calm and normal. She pulled the panties aside as she had in the limo and slowly inserted two fingers inside her. “I am SO wet!” she thought.

The waiter started to dish up salad onto her plate just as her orgasm started. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation for a moment, all the while biting her lip to keep from screaming or moaning out loud. She opened her eyes to see the waiter looking directly at her. “I’m sorry, what?” she gasped

“Ground pepper?” he asked, apparently for the second time.

“Yes, please,” she was able to get out. She picked up the note and began reading again.

“Did you enjoy that? I did. Now we can enjoy our salad. Please….eat.” That was the end of the note.

She picked up her fork in her very shaky hand; the same hand that a minute ago had its fingers buried deep inside her. She ate quietly and calmed down a little. The waiter brought the next course, fresh lobster, and another note. After the waiter left, she opened the envelope.

“How was your salad? Now it’s time for the meat dish. Look under the napkin where I would be sitting if I were there with you.” She did and saw a wrapped package about 8 inches long. “Take the package and unwrap it.”

She slipped the package into her lap and began to unwrap it. She blushed when she saw what it was, but wasn’t surprised, given the “tone” of the evening. It was a dildo. A very realistic and lifelike one at that. Nice size and heft. She picked up the note and continued reading.

“Do you like it? I’d like to show you mine in person, but this one is molded from mine, so it’s an exact replica. If I was there with you, we’d be enjoying our lobster, dripping in hot, melted butter. Take some of the butter and lube up my dick.” She dipped her fingers in the melted butter and smeared it all over the fabulous cock until it glistened in the candlelight. “Now put it inside you. I want you to put it all the way in and sit on it while you eat the lobster. I want to fill you up while we dine.”

She shifted slightly in her seat, slipped the soaked panties to the side again, and inserted the dildo deep inside her. “Oh that feels good!” she thought. She moved the panties back into position to keep the cock inside her, feeling its fullness and hardness fill her hot channel.

As she ate her lobster, she could feel his cock inside her. Every time she moved to reach for the butter, or to crack a part of the shell, or to pull the meat out, she felt her wet pussy sliding around on his buttered pole. It was, needless to say, the best lobster she had ever had.

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