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Longing for Orgasmic Release

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Tossing and turning isn’t going to help me get some rest, Alexandra thought as she rolled around on the big futon, trying to stay underneath the warmth of the electric blanket.

It was cold in the room, but warm in the bed. Her skin tingled. She kept thinking about him, how they left it last time they were together. How the pull to join, with lips and pussy and cock, had increased in strength and intensity.

No amount of distance has erased him from her memory.

She tried not to think of the dalliances he had with other women, the ones he must be hooking up with to satisfy his hunger for wet pussy.

Imagining him lying between the legs of those women only increased her arousal now. This pissed her off — the other women were irrelevant to her. They didn’t even have a face.

Alexandra rolled over onto her back and reached for her phone. Tumblr will have some sexy gifs to help her release that pent-up energy between her legs.

Slowly, she started scrolling, first past all the sloppy blowjobs, then past the anal and DPs. This isn’t what interested her, no matter what Tipobet Güncel Giriş his preferences were.

She knew what he liked. He told her. But tonight wasn’t about him. He wasn’t here. She needed to focus on her needs.

Her elusive release.

What she wanted, what she desired tonight, was a tongue between her lips. His tongue.

Finally, she saw a selection of black and white pussy licking in her app. Not the graphic eating out, but the slow, sensual taste and tease. The classy, erotic imagery, with or without motion, appealed to her more than the porn-y, splayed open desperation of some of the women in that app.

A few of the gifs were very intriguing. It didn’t even bother her that there were several posts where men fingered women to orgasmic squirting.

She was not familiar with that sort of bliss. Alexandra watched these clips a few times trying to understand the depth of those women’s orgasms.

Her fingers went to her own clit and she started stroking, slowly, slightly to the left, and hoped for a quick release.

Alexandra was tired and Tipobet Giriş really wanted to get a good night’s rest.

But it wasn’t working. Her fingers, light and teasing, felt pleasant and sweet, but not satisfying.

She tried inserting first one, then two fingers, and lifted herself up to reach deep. That g-spot was tricky to find, and today, Alexandra wasn’t having much luck. It wasn’t working.

Fine, I’ll read a story, maybe an orgasm-denial one, she told herself as she closed the tumblr app and switched to .

There were a lot of stories in there with the denial tag, but most weren’t very well written.

Still, with a bit of patience, she may find one that appealed to her.

She scrolled and started reading, keeping her right hand on her pussy. But she still couldn’t reach the rolling wave.

Frustrated, Alexandra placed her phone beside her on her pillow, and rolled to her side. On the floor next to the futon, she had placed a fully-charged vibe. She removed it from the box and turned it on.

Maybe this will work, she thought and snuggled back underneath Tipobet the blanket. It was important to keep the buzzing muffled, so as not to wake up others sleeping in adjoining rooms.

Alexandra slid the vibe, a slender, purple dildo, along her moisture and located the spot right next to her clit that she knew was the most sensitive part of her pussy. Then, she resumed reading.

The Master of the submissive woman in the story wasn’t rough or detached, but rather loving and appreciative. The submissive allowed herself to be used by him in whatever capacity he wished, and he enjoyed her moans and protests as he edged her for hours.

As Alexandra was reading, she felt things clenching and twitching down below. A small roll of a wave was beginning to form…but somehow, it still wasn’t enough.

Why was she having so much trouble to orgasm? The girl in the story was finally allowed to come, but Alexandra found herself plateaued.

After an hour and 15 minutes, she quit.

It wasn’t meant to be, she realized, and turned onto her belly to sleep with her pillow.

Maybe she could start dreaming about his hands caressing her naked form to help her fall asleep.

Or maybe dreaming about his tongue between her lips will soothe her to sleep.

Alexandra closed her eyes feeling frustrated and tense.

Maybe tomorrow will bring her new opportunities.

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Fur Wrapped Present Pt. 02

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MaryAnn wasn’t sure when the morning arrived. Without the ability to see or hear, it was her best guess as to the time. The night was full of sleeping then waking then sleeping again, an endless cycle. When she felt the woman behind her stir, she figured it must be morning. Good, she thought to herself. I can finally get out of this outfit and get out of here.

Behind her, lay Princess Amanda, who had just begun waking up from one of the most restful nights she had had in a long time. “Oh Kitten,” she sighed with a yawn and a stretch, “what a wonderful night. I’m sure you wish you could stretch out like me. I’m sure it would be more comfortable. But, your comfort is immaterial now. All that matters is my comfort, and now, you are exactly how I like you, cocooned in fur and immobile.

The door creaked open, and a head popped in. “Good morning sleepy head,” said Amanda’s mother in a cheery almost sing-songy voice.

“Morning!” Replied Amanda as Millie entered the room carrying a tray piled high with an assortment of breakfast goodies.

“How is my newly minted 26-year-old?”

“Good.”

“Well, she can always be better. I made breakfast.”

“Oo, thank you,” Amanda said as her mother placed the breakfast-in-bed tray over her legs and the fox fur bedspread. Millie walked over to the otherside of the bed and peeled open the bed curtains revealing the squirming mass of fur that was MaryAnn, now referred to as ‘Kitten’.

“How was she?” Asked Millie, stroking the squirming mass.

“Wonderful. Simply amazing.”

“Good. When I saw her walking on the street, I simply knew I needed to bring her here for you.”

“Was she suspicious?”

“Not at all. It’s like her parents never taught her about stranger danger or something. Have you come up with a name yet?”

“Kitten.”

“Ah. a beautiful name, and have you unwrapped KItten yet?”

“Mother?! You of all people should know that toys lose their value when opened. So no, I plan to keep her cocooned MOST of the time.”

“That’s my girl. You enjoy your breakfast, and let me know when you’re done.”

“Will do.” As soon as the door closed behind Millie, Amanda reached over and pulled the fox-hood off of MaryAnn’s head.

“Good morning Kitten.” MaryAnn looked taken aback, her eyes, wide and hesitant. “You may speak.”

“Who…”

“Am I?” MaryAnn nodded. “I am Amanda, but you are to refer to me as ‘Princess, Your Majesty, or Your Highness’. I am the woman who brought you here’s daughter. Yesterday was my birthday, and you, my lovely fur-mummy, were the gift.”

“What does that mean?”

“To whom are you asking?”

“You.”

“And who am I?”

“Prin..cess?”

“Good. Now put those two things together, ‘What does that mean…prin…?”

“What does that mean… Princess?”

“Well, right now it means that you’re gonna be my furry little bed warmer, wrapped in a special fur straitjacket immobilized for my pleasure.

“Princess, why are you doing this? Please, let me go.”

“Oh, but you know I can’t do that.”

“Please, I have a family.”

“That’s a broken rule. One more and I’ll be forced to put the hood back on.”

“Your highness please.Think of my family.”

“HA! Think of your family? The Tipobet Güncel Giriş peasants. People like you were put on earth to serve people like moi, goddesses blessed with beauty and wealth. You should feel blessed to be chosen.”

“Why are you doing this, Princess? What do you get out of this? If you want me to serve you Your Majesty, let me out.”

“Haha. Nice try. You are serving me. Right now. You see, out of this, I get to experience the sublime knowledge that you exist, buried in bondage, helpless to do anything about it. You exist for no other purpose than to be bound, in fur, for my pleasure.”

“How could you do this?”

“You simply cannot learn that first rule can you? Ah well, we’ll try later,” Amanda said, forcing the hood back onto the girl’s head, “you’ll get it soon. I’m sure.”

“MMMHMM!” The hooded mummy cried.

Ding ding ding. Amanda rang the breakfast bell telling her mother she was finished eating.

Her mother entered the room with a pace and took away the tray.

“Finished with breakfast my love?”

“Yes.”

“Did you feed your slave?”

“Kitten is struggling to learn the rules, so she will not be eating yet.”

“Ah. I see. More training is needed. She will learn eventually.”

“I’ll make sure of it.”

“What are your plans for the day?”

“Training. She WILL learn the rules of being a fur goddess’s slave.”

“Get dressed and come downstairs when you are done.” Millie-Kay left the room again, taking with her the breakfast tray and remaining food.

“Alright,” she told the mummified slave, “I’ve gotta go downstairs.” She slid off the bed and then pulled the fox bedspread back into place, making sure to fully cover her slave. Pulling on her fur coat and heading towards the door, she made her way downstairs where her mother was sitting on the couch watching TV.

“The maid is coming today.” said Millie, not even taking her eyes off the TV. “We aren’t going to hide Kitten though. I just wanted to tell you that. Jacinda won’t say anything. If she wants to keep her job.”

“You don’t think she’ll say anything?”

“No. We’ll tell her beforehand though. So she isn’t surprised.”

“Ok Mother.”

Jacinda had been the women’s maid for years. Cleaning for them every saturday. A 1,000 dollar a month retainer, so that she always was available saturday. When she came to the door she was carrying all the cleaning supplies that she needed to clean the house, including a french maid costume that her boss ordered she wear. The woman entered the house as she always did, but Ms. Millie was not there to greet her. A hastily written letter told her to meet her boss in the kitchenette. Walking deeper into the house, the maid couldn’t help but feel something was off. In the kitchenette, Millie was waiting, in her usual attire, a t-shirt and jeans. Amanda standing next to her was in a thick and fluffy fox coat, tightly wrapping it around her as if trying to keep it from opening. “Here Jacinda,” said Millie, being more curt than usual.

“Hello Miss.,” said Jacinda, polite as ever.

“Hi. Now Jacinda, how long have you worked for us?”

“A few years.”

“And we have always been good to you, yes?”

“Oh yes. Always.”

“So Tipobet Giriş there would be no reason for you to say, “call the authorities” on us would there?”

“Oh no miss. Never.”

“As you know, we are… domineering women. We like it when people know their place and are put there. I guess what I’m trying to say is…”

“It was my birthday yesterday; and my mother got me the most wonderful gift.” Amanda chimed in. “A slave. She’s upstairs right now, mummified and tucked away, unable to do anything but contemplate her new position in life. When you clean my room, just ignore her.That should be easy enough, she’s completely mummified, not an inch of skin visible.”

“We, my daughter and I, just wanted to tell you so you were not shocked. Also, up on the nightstand, there’s an envelope. 10,000 dollars inside. It’s your’s, just keep what we just told you a secret. Yes?”

Jacinda stood in stunned silence. “Do we have an agreement?” asked Amanda.

“Ye…yes. Yes Miss Amanda.”

“Good.”

Jacinda began cleaning the house, her head still reeling from what she just heard. A slave? Who? How? It didn’t matter now. Ten thousand dollars was a lot of money, and she wasn’t about to lose this job.

…

Three hours passed and the three women had gone about their normal day. Millie-Kay answered e-mails from her cushy corporate job, Amanda updated her social on whatever vapid topic took her interest that day. #SavetheFieldMice or whatever. Jacinda on the other hand continued to clean the house, saving Amanda’s room for last. She still had so many questions and hoped that cleaning the girl’s room would help her answer them. Amanda’s room was dark, the lights turned down, and the room set to a cool 5 c. It was also quiet, the only thing out of place being the furry bulge on the bed, the bulge raising and lowering with each breath. Jacinda walked over to the bed and placed her hand on the bulge. “EEP” she heard a muffled squeak as the bulge tensed up beneath the furs. Jacinda walked up to the top of the bed, and grabbed the hood with both hands and pulled it off. The fur mummy looked at Jacinda in shock, as if she was expecting someone else. “Help me.” mouthed the bound girl. “Please,” she whispered. “These crazy women kidnapped me and tied me up in this fur setup. Please don’t leave.” Jacinda looked at the girl, and then looked at the money on the nightstand. The girl was no older than her own daughter, barely even an adult. She thought about her own daughter in this predicament, and how she would feel. Then she thought about the ten thousand dollars. It would help out a lot, getting debts paid and even having savings for once. It wasn’t even really a choice.

“I’m sorry,” Jacinda said as she pulled the hood back on. She finished cleaning as fast as she could, and then took the money left for her and left the house.

Minutes later Amanda strode into the room and removed the hood again. She pulled the fox blanket off this time however. Mary Ann dared not speak, fearing another broken rule would send her back into furry darkness.

“Are you hungry?” asked Amanda.

“Yes Princess.” Said MaryAnn timidly.

“Well, I have some nummy nummy for my widdle mummy,” responded Tipobet Amanda as she produced a baby bottle from inside the sleeve of her fur coat. “Here we go.” Amanda sat down on the bed, holding the bottle as MaryAnn began to suckle.”Oh yeah, that’s a good Kitten. Good girl, eat up.”

MaryAnn suckled aggressively at the nipple. It was the first time she had anything to eat or drink since being mummified. “Mmmmm,” MaryAnn vocalized while suckleing.The bottle was quickly emptied.

“All done!” said Amanda. Removing the bottle and placing it on the bedside table. “You know, you’ve been in that cocoon a long time. How would you like to go to the bathroom?”

“Please Princess.”

“Ok.” Amanda slowly worked her way down the cocoon to the waist, unlocking the hobble dress from the straitjacket. Cool air rushed MaryAnn’s legs and ass as Amanda removed the hobble dress. It was the first time in hours she had felt the air, it tingled up and down her bare legs and ass. “I’m not going to take off the top just yet. I wouldn’t want you getting any ideas.” Amanda pulled her slave off the bed and onto her feet. “Come.” The bathroom was down the hall between the spare bedroom, and the fur closet, it was a gaudy looking thing, with huge vanities, and gold leaf trim. “Alright, sit sit.” Kitten did as she was bid, after being cocooned in the fur for so long, the porcelain toilet seat bit into her bottom with cold. Pee trickled out immediately. It felt good to release herself. Princess Amanda waited until the pee had stopped flowing before asking, “finished”?

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

“Mistress? That isn’t one of the approved titles. Ah well, I’ll have to punish you later then. But first, We need to wipe you off.” Amanda tore some toilet paper off and folded it in her hands. “Here, let me get that,” she said softly running the toilet paper along the clit and labia to the urethra. After wiping her off, she dropped the toilet paper in the bowl and lifted her off the seat. “Now, let me see those beautiful lips of yours. Oh so beautiful, and all for me.” She began stroking the clit. “Yes, oh there you go. That’s right, that feels good right? You like it when your Princess does that?”

“Yes, Your Highness.” She dare not answer anything else.

Amanda’s fingers soon moved on, and penetrated her slave. *GASP. Kitten clenched at the surprise. *Smack the palm was hard and fast against Kitten’s cheeks.

“How dare you! How dare you clench on your Princess. That’s it, you’re going to be punished for that! With me now.” Amanda hauled her slave out of the bathroom down the hall and back to her bedroom.

“Please, your highness please. I’m sorry.”

“Too late for that.” Amanda said, as she pushed her slave onto the silk bed. She flipped the girl over and began smacking her bare bottom. Bad girl! Bad girl! You are gonna be re-mummified and you are gonna think about what you did, while I think up a suitable punishment for you. Don’t you dare move an inch, or make a sound, otherwise, the punishment will go even worse for you. I want you in silent furry penance” As Amanda began to mummify her slave again, her head was swirling with punishment ideas. The thick fox-spead was once again pulled over her mummified form, though this time, Amanda placed quarters around the furry bulge, that way, if she Kitten moved, the quarters would too, and Amanda would punish her for it. As Amanda left her room to gather punishment supplies, a wicked smile crossed her face. This was what she wanted all along.

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“Hey gorgeous, I’ve missed you. Are you free tonight?” — Kyle.

As I read the message, I instinctively rolled my eyes and pushed the side button on my phone to turn off the screen. I placed it on my desk with the screen facing down and walked over to the kitchen, forcing myself to avoid hitting reply. This text explained my love life in a nutshell., I honestly think he might just have an automatic reply that sends me the same text every couple of weeks. It was just so typical of him to ignore me for days and then randomly pop back into my life as if nothing ever happened.

I shook my head again in disbelief and started to fill up my coffee machine, distracting myself from his text and giving myself time to think of a reply. I’ve told myself, time and time again, that the next time he messages me, I’d turn him down. Just because I wanted to show him that I’m not available whenever he feels like it. I’m a very independent woman, and everything else in my life was under control, but he was my biggest weakness. Despite wanting to play this game of acting hard to get, I really wanted to throw myself into his arms and feel his touch.

Kyle and I met around a year ago on Tinder. He’s not much taller than me; I’d say he’s somewhere around 6 feet tall. His body is naturally lean, but he does quite a lot of physical activity, and he goes rock climbing whenever he has the time. Hence, his rough and strong fingers. His hair is a dark shade of brown matching his thick eyebrows, and his soulful eyes made me weak to my core every time he darted them my way. On top of it all, Kyle had one of the best cocks I’d ever experienced in my life. I remember how surprised I was the first time that I ran my hands over his hardening bulge, barely fitting his thickness in my hands.

Just the thought of having him run his rough hands over my naked body gave me butterflies. He just had a way with me. Kyle would always start off by teasing me with his fingers, running them up and down my thighs. Threading closer to my slit every time. He’d wrap his fist into my hair and gently pull my head back, exposing my neck and my heavy breaths. His lips would cover the side of my neck, and his teeth would tug away at my ear, all while rubbing my clit with other hand. Then he’d lick his fingers and slide them deep inside my pussy, stretching me out for his cock. He’d start out slowly at first, but he’d work his rhythm up to fast-paced fingering, hard and deep. Curling his fingers towards my belly and hitting against my most tender spot, squeezing out all the juices in me. Then once he’s satisfied with my wetness, he’d kiss my lips and ask me to sit on him. To bury his thick, throbbing cock inside me.

I never objected. I always followed his words like I was in a trance. All I wanted after that perpetual fingering was to get stretched out even more by his cock. I wanted to feel full, I wanted my pussy to cover his dick with glistening juices, and I’d dig my fingers into his back as I’d grind my hips back and forth. Rubbing my clit against his pubic bone and Tipobet Güncel Giriş pushing myself deeper every time.

As I paced back to my desk with my coffee pot, my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of another text message. “I’m sorry for not talking to you last week, I got caught up at work. We had so many bookings at the restaurant. Honestly, it was crazy. But I’m all yours tonight, let’s catch up.”

I held the phone in my hands and hovered my thumbs over the keyboard. See, when Kyle and I met, we both agreed that we just wanted a casual hook-up. In between his work and my studies, we barely had any time to meet, so we were both not looking for anything serious. But we both enjoyed each other’s company, and we were definitely a great match when it comes to sex, so we agreed that we’d have a friends with benefits type of relationship.

We’d meet up every week or so and go out for a hike or watch the sunset at the beach, we’d drink wine and tell each other what’s happening with our lives. We’d laugh and flirt all night, and then we’d finish off our little hang out with mind-blowing, earth-shattering sex. And it all worked out perfectly fine for several months, but I started to catch feelings for him somewhere along the line. I realised that I was looking forward to meeting him, not just because I was about to have the best sex of my life but also because I genuinely wanted to listen to his voice. I enjoyed his cuddles and kissing his lips, and I started to get these giddy feelings of excitement every time we’d hang out.

On the other hand, Kyle insisted that he didn’t have time for anything more serious than what we had going on. So I convinced myself that we’re all good, that having him as a sex buddy was better than nothing. Needless to explain, my mindset wasn’t right, and I told myself that the next time he messaged me, I’d turn him down, say that I’m too busy. Play hard to get; maybe that would spark up something more, which brings me to last night.

I wasn’t sure how to reply. I wanted to be in charge and say no, but I knew very well that I had nothing better to do. And that I was horny, I wanted to kiss his abdomen and trail my tongue down his groin. Then another text came in, “come on. I know you want to see me,” he wrote, along with a little kiss emoji. I looked at the mirror and sighed, knowing very well that I shouldn’t be meeting him. But my horny pussy and my heart convinced my brain that I’d be less available after tonight, so I wrote back, “Sure, pick me up at 7. I’ll bring the wine.” And went off to get ready.

…

“How do you always look so good?” he asked as I stepped into his car. “I’m born this way,” I replied with a flirty smile, casually bringing my face closer to his. He met my lips with his, and we softened into a sensuous kiss, twisting our tongues and tasting each other. Kissing him filled my chest with energy, and I forgot about all the disappointments. I looked into his eyes and down to his lips, ran my hands behind his head and kissed him Tipobet Giriş again. A warm smile crept up his face as we parted away, and I could see his eyes running across my body, begging to see me take my clothes off. But it was too early for that, “Where are we going?” I asked, breaking the silence, “I’m not sure,” he replied. “Let’s drive around the coast, and we’ll see where we end up,” he said, turning on the engine and pulling off into the road.

He drove around for a good 20 minutes until we ended up at our usual hideaway at the beach. Back when we first started seeing each other, we had gone hiking, and we found a secret spot on a cliff where we could watch the sunset and, more importantly, hide away from people. We sat down there, and I opened up a bottle of rose, filling up two plastic cups that he always seemed to carry in his car. We talked and laughed for a while, telling each other what we’ve been up to in the past weeks. And occasionally stopping our conversation to tease each other with a passionate, desirous kiss. Each one more lustful than the last one, pulling him from his shirt, teasing his neck with my fingers and taking in each other’s breath.

“Do you want to head home?” he asked, which was usually code for, ‘do you want to go have sex?’ I looked around, the sun was gone now, and the place was dark. No one seemed to be around, and all we could hear were the waves crashing into the rocks beneath us. “It’s kind of nice here, don’t you think?” I said, looking around.

Kyle sat closer to me, his fingers pushing the strap of my dress down my shoulders. He moved my hair to one side and kissed my collar bone, “It’s really nice here, but it’s nothing compared to your naked body.” He whispered. I took a long deep breath, as I felt his words send goosebumps all over my skin. He reached his hand and cupped my breasts, kissing the top creases and tugging down at my cleavage. The cold wind contrasted against his warm breath on my chest, and his hands ran under my dress up my cold thighs, bringing warmth and an exciting sensation. He continued to kiss my breasts, and moved his fingers further up to find my thong, and gently started to pull it down to my knees.

“You drive me crazy,” he whispered, “you’re so gorgeous. I can’t keep my hands off of you.” I lifted his chin up, bringing his lips to mine and locking our eyes, “you don’t have to keep your hands off me. Let’s go into the car,” I said.

Kyle followed me without asking anything; we’d had plenty of sex in the car before, one could say we’re becoming experts at manoeuvring around small spaces. He moved the front seats all the way forward and hopped into the back. He had a brand new white Volkswagen golf, so it wasn’t that crammed up. He sat down, and I climbed on top of him, kissing each other, grinding our hips, feeling the heat rise between us. I opened his shirt, one button at a time, running my hands over his chest, getting even more turned on as I looked at him. His bulge now growing bigger and harder, pushing against his Tipobet pants. I glided my hands over his trousers, teasing him, grabbing it and pressing over the tip.

Then I leaned slightly back, creating space between our thighs, and he quickly slid his fingers over my clit. “I think someone is already wet,” he said smiling, knowing that he was the cause behind all of it. He pushed my thong to one side and circled his fingers around my opening, covering them with my juices. Then he pressed his lips onto mine and penetrated his fingers into me at once, satisfying my desire. I moved my hands over his pants, opened his buckle and released his engorged and swollen cock. I spat onto the palm of my hand and started to rub his shaft, paying close attention as I reached his tip.

Kyle began to hammer his fingers into me, pushing three fingers in as deep as he could, making me squirt all over his thighs and moan uncontrollably. We melted into another kiss, almost like we were giving each other a signal that we were ready. I reached out for a condom from my bag, pulled it over his cock and rose up to position him into my pussy.

I placed my hands on either side of his face, pulling him in as I sat down and buried his massive cock into me. Taking a moment to feel every inch of him inside me. Kyle grabbed my hips and helped me bob up and down his cock as hard and fast as possible. We were both so horny and carnal. It was a race to the finish line, enjoying every pump and bringing each other closer to the ultimate release.

“Get on top,” I said out of breath as I got off and laid down onto the seat. Kyle spread my legs open, throwing my left leg onto the top of the seat and the other down to the floor, and slowly pushed himself into me as I spread my vulva open. He kept moving slowly, rubbing my clit with his fingers, making sure that I was enjoying it as much as he was.

My legs started to shake as I edged closer to my second orgasm, “Keep touching yourself.” He ordered, and with that, he grabbed my thighs and picked up the pace. Going deeper and faster, his dick as hard as a stone, waiting to explode. I could tell that he wanted to cum badly, but he tried his best to hold it back. Seeing him in pure joy, sweat beading down the side of his face, and his hands gripping stronger onto my thighs heightened my excitement. I squeezed my boobs and played with nipples until I collapsed my legs and felt my pussy clench into another orgasm.

I let out a moan, arching my back and grabbing the back of the seat to keep myself from falling down as Kyle continued to fuck me. My pussy now hungrier than ever, not wanting him to stop. He kept up the pace, fucking me hard, filling me up over and over again until he fell onto my chest and releasing his warm cum into the rubber.

After a couple of breaths, he managed to pull himself up and opened up the windows. I sat up, taking in the cold air that came whistling through the windows and looked out at the black sky. My chest still rising heavily, and my thong soaking wet, the aftermath of absolutely amazing sex. Kyle tied off his condom and then placed his head onto my thighs, closing his eyes and focusing on his breath. He reached out for my hand and kissed my knuckles. “I swear I’m crazy about you,” he said.

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I had been invited to my first hotel party. A couple I was hooking up with had been given the green light to bring me along, and while I’d heard of these legendary parties, I’d never thought I would get a chance to attend one.

I made plans for a babysitter, which was unusual for me. My sister was the one who would look after him if I needed, but she would be busy that night. Thankfully, my neighbours agreed to watch my child and I planned out what I was to wear. The couple I was fucking had asked that I wear my bra and panties, as they found it quite arousing to see me in them. I slid into them, the soft cotton caressing my skin, bringing my cock to life behind them. I grabbed my pants and slipped them on, containing the bulge within. A black button up shirt from the closet covered the small bra wrapped around my chest.

We arrived at the hotel together, and checked in. We were to be in room 513, and up we went. I only had a small bag with me, as i planned to be naked most of the night, so I needed only some basics. Claire, the wife, had brought a large suitcase, which I knew contained very little clothing, and a lot of toys. Darryl had brought a large suitcase, and it seemed heavy as he rolled it into the elevator with us.

The elevator doors closed behind us, leaving the now busier lobby below us. Claire’s free hand reached out and grabbed the front of Darry’s pants, emphasizing the growing bulge. “We’ll open our doors just after we get it all setup,” she says, rubbing her husbands now mostly erect cock, “and remember, those bra and panties stay on all night.”

I watched her stroke her husband through his pants, my own cock getting harder with each passing moment. I began to stroke my own cock lightly through my pants, until the “Ding” of the elevator caught our attention.

Thankfully, this whole floor and the one above had been rented for the party. We quickly found our room down the hall, glancing inside the various rooms with doors wide open. The fun had already begun.

When we arrived in our room, the bags began to unpack. Mine was toiletries, so they went into the bathroom. When i came back out, Clair has already began to lay out the various blindfolds, restraints and dildos she had in her bag. Darryl was huffing as he moved some furniture around, grabbing the side table and putting it near the end of the bed.

I grabbed my cock and started to stroke it, excited for all the possibilities the night brought. I knew that at least one of those blindfolds would be for me, and I would be paraded up and down the hallways to pleasure those who wanted it. As I stroked my cock, Darryl pulled out the item from his suitcase.

It was a fucking machine. The arm and dildo had been removed to fit in side his suitcase, but I recognized it instantly. The three of us often used it during our play time. He lifted it and placed it on the side table, which suddenly made sense to me. They wanted whoever was using it to be on the bed closest to the door.

Claire picked up one of the blindfolds, a rather large one that covers from nose to hairline, and puts it on me. As my world goes black, I feel Claire’s hand find my cock, pushing aside the panties I was wearing. She strokes my cock and whispers “You be a good bitch tonight” into my ear. I can feel her other hand on my shoulder, pushing me to my knees.

Her hand lets go of my cock, and goes to the back of my head. I can feel her pussy touch my lips as she pulls my head towards her. I let my tongue dart out, finding her clit, and she lets a small moan out as I begin to pleasure her.

“All finished,” I hear Darryl say. I feel Clair’s now very wet pussy leave my lips, but her hand stay at the back of my head. The tip of Darry’s cock brushes my lips, and I part them to allow his cock into my mouth.

“Suck his cock, little bitch, and then we’ll start the party.” Claire’s voice is dripping with excitement. Darryl moans as I suck on his shaft, the tip hitting the back of my throat.

“I don’t want to cum just yet,” He says as he slips his cock from my mouth. Claire’s hand leaves my shoulder, a sign that I should stand. As I leave my knees, Claire reaches inside my bra and pinches my nipple, causing my cock to jump behind Tipobet Güncel Giriş the thong.

“You will service anyone who wants to tonight, and when we come back, you will get your release.” I feel a hand on my back, Darryl’s, and slight push gets me moving towards the door. I can hear them place the door stop as we leave the room.

I spent the better part of the night being paraded from room to room, my mouth being filled with various body parts from the party goers. At times, it was Claire who paraded me around, while Darryl stayed in our room, inviting those who wanted to use the machine in. Other times, it was Darryl with me, while Claire looked after our room.

After what seemed like hours of pleasuring others, I was brought back to our room. The blindfold was not removed as I was led to the bed without the machine at the end, further from the door. I could hear the machine and the moans and gasps of the person using it.

Darryl pushed me onto the bed, and laid me spread eagle. I heard the click of the handcuffs as they were put on the bed posts, and then felt the metal clasps around my wrist. My cock strained against the fabric of the underwear, the sounds from the bed next to me bringing my arousal to another level.

“Go suck his cock. Let my wife ride this for a bit” I can hear Darryl say. I can hear them shuffling, the machine being powered off, and then back on. I feel a hand on my leg, a woman’s hand, and it slide up and slips aside the thin piece of cotton covering my cock.

“Fuck that’s hot” I hear the woman say. I thought I recognized the voice, but all thoughts of that flew away as I feel her hand on my cock. Her other hand glides up my body, underneath the bra, and she pinches my nipples. I can hear Claire begin to moan as the machine fills her up and fucks her.

Lips engulf my cock, and I moan loudly. The woman who the mouth belongs to moans with me as she began to suck my rock hard member like a pro. Her one hand grasps my balls, smearing her spit all over them. Her other hand continues to play with my chest, sometimes over, sometimes under the bra.

Claire’s moans have become somewhat muted, and I can hear Darryl encouraging her to suck his dick. What a sight it must have been, with Claire sucking Darryl off while getting fucked by a machine. And on the other bed, a petite male in girl’s underwear and a blindfold getting his cock sucked.

“Get him to eat your pussy, honey,” I hear Darryl say to the woman sucking me. She rearranges herself without taking her lips from my cock, and I can feel her pussy above my lips. I oblige her, lifting my head to taste her.

I lick her pussy with enthusiasm, finding the folds with my tongue. She grinds herself on me as i tongue fuck her delicious lips. Her sucking has become stronger, and more persistent. I thrust myself deeper into her mouth, my balls full of cum waiting for release.

She lets my cock out of her mouth as she sits back on her knees, pushing her pussy onto my face. Her moaning and cries to god let me know I am doing a good job.

Darryl’s voice breaks the magic in the air. “Come on in and join us guys.” It would appear we have some visitors. I can hear a group enter the room and begin to circle around the beds. Claire’s moans fill the air again over the sound of the machine. Darryl must have pulled out of her mouth.

I can feel the girl on me bend over and take my cock back in her mouth. The bed depresses, and I can feel a presence above me. As my tongue continues to lick her, a cock glides across my tongue and into her folds.

I hear Darryl’s familiar grunts above me, and my tongue collides with his shaft and balls as he fucks the pussy I am eating. I can hear noises from the other bed, but not the machine. I assume Claire has invited some real folks to fill her up. My thoughts are confirmed as the sounds of slapping skin and her moans start.

Someone climbs onto the bed between my legs, and I can feel a cock suddenly pushed up to my own. The woman doesn’t miss a beat and takes both of us in her mouth. She moans, and I can feel her bouncing her head to try to take as much as she can.

Darryl reaches down and removes the blindfold Tipobet Giriş from me. The lights seems extra bright, and I close my eyes to allow them to adjust slowly. I look over at the bed next to me, and Claire is being spit roasted by 2 guys, while a third kneels next to them, jerking off.

Above me, in the more immediate vicinity, Darryl is plunging his thick cock in and out of the delicious pussy I’ve been eating. I look down and there’s another man, his cock next to mine, pushing down on the head of the woman. When he lets go of her and allows her head to come up, I gasp.

My sister!

Holy shit, I did recognize that voice. My thoughts raced, watching her suck on my cock, oblivious as to who it belonged to. So I did the only thing I could think of. I returned my lips to her pussy, and the cock sliding in and out of it.

Claire moaned loudly, and my sister, Sam, matched her. Her head bobbed up and down, switching back and forth between my cock and the other guys. I was as shocked as I was horny that my sister, who always seemed so terribly prudish, would so enjoy pleasing 3 cocks at once.

She began to buck on Darryls’ cock, pushing back hard against us, as she came on his cock. She raised herself off of me, Darryl’s cock sliding from her sweet pussy. He pushed it into my mouth as he fondled my chest through the bra. The cock that was beside mine was suddenly on my cheek, slapping against my face as I sucked on Darryl.

My sister was turning, getting herself positioned over my cock when she locked eyes with me. I could see the surprise fill them at the shock of it. My cocks stiffened in her hand, rock hard, as I switched between the 2 cocks offered to me.

Time seemed frozen as she straddled me, my cock in her hand, positioned at the opening of her very wet pussy. She looked over at Claire, who was now servicing at least 5 guys, and then back at me. And then she lowered herself down.

Watching her guide my cock into herself, the sensation of warmth enveloping me, had me almost cum. I could hear her whisper “Fuck” as she lowered herself onto me. She began to bounce on top of me, her hands fondling my chest with Darryl through the bra.

Her eye never left mine.

I felt a hot liquid hit my face, as the second cock shot his load all over me. Sam moaned with every shot that hit me. Darryl removed his cock from my mouth and went to the other end of the bed. For the first time, I could see my sister without anything in my face.

She looked beautiful, her eyes staring into mine. The grin on her face as she bounced up and down on my cock said it all. She was enjoying herself, immensely. Darryl appeared behind her, his cock ready to find her hole. He pushed her forward, bending her down face to face with me.

Sam buried her head into my shoulder, and Darryl slid his cock into her next to mine. She bucked her hips up and down, sliding herself along our cocks. Suddenly her lips were on my own as Darryl took over. His thrusts, hard and fast, felt amazing against my own cock. But not nearly as amazing as my sister’s pussy, and her lips kissing me. Her tits were squeezed between us, as the moans began to pour out of her.

Claire got off her bed, and onto her knees before the men she was servicing. One by one, they all came onto her face and tits, drenching her in cum. Sam watched with me as they came and left, leaving her alone with the 3 of us.

Claire came over, covered in cum, and kissed my sister. My sister began to lick the cum from Claire’s lips, and I licked her tits clean as she leaned in close.

Darryl gave us no warning as he filled the inside of her with cum. He thrust hard into her, his good filling her and flowing out of her pussy. She moaned with every hard thrust as he finished cumming, Claire still enjoyy sharing kisses with Sam.

Darryl pulled out of her, his cum dripping onto my balls as Sam continued to slide up and down my shaft. She stopped kissing Claire, and stared at me, leaning back to let me see all of her. And it was glorious.

Darryl went over and closed the door to our room, marking the end of the night, and sat back down on the other bed next to Claire to watch us. His cocks, semi flaccid, Tipobet started to come back to life as he watched us, his wife filling her pussy with her fingers.

I watched my sister ride my cock up and down, her tits bouncing with her. The beads of sweat were dripping down her, and her face was full of passion.

“Oh, Sam…” I moaned as I got closer.

“Fuck me, Jim. Fuck me!” She began to ride me faster, as though hearing her name aroused her even more.

“Do you two know each other?” Claire asked. Darryl had gotten down on his knees, and was eating her pussy.

Sam slowed her, and turned to look at me, with a look on her face that said “What do we tell them?”

Knowing my partners, having been playing with them for some time now, I took a chance on their reaction.

“Sam is my sister.” I told them, and Sam slowed to a halt.

Claire’s eyes lit up, and as Darryl tried to stand to proclaim his surprise, she pushed him back down in between her legs.

“Well, isn’t that quite the twist?” Claire had a small smirk on her face when she spoke.

Sam, encouraged by the response, started to rock back and forth on my cock again. I tried to match each fall with a thrust, getting my cock as deep as I could into my sister’s pussy.

Claire stood up, and sat beside on the bed, her eyes watching us with us. She reached to the headboard, and took the handcuffs off my wrists. “Maybe you’d like to touch a little more,” she said to me.

My hands immediately went to grab her tits. I had grown up worshipping these tits, always trying to catch a peek. My friends all told me how they wanted to fuck my sister, and here I was, years later fucking her.

I leaned forward, up towards my sister, and I took her nipples in my mouth. Darryl had climbed onto the bed, his cock erect once again, and he turned Sam’s head towards him. She opened her mouth, and took him inside.

Claire, sitting beside us, watching my sister ride me and suck her husband off, leaned in close and whispered to me. “Your sister is a good slut, just like you.”

I can’t describe the feeling of having your sibling ride you while sucking a dick. It was incredibly hot, having met my sister at a such a time. I licked and sucked and squeezed her tits like I was making up for lost time.

I could feel myself getting closer to cumming, so I wrangled myself out from underneath everyone. Claire slipped in behind me, her mouth eagerly seeking Sam’s wet hole. I climbed onto bed, behind Sam, and pushed her forward, towards Claire’s awaiting cunt.

As my sister began to lick, i kneeled behind her, positioning my cock at her awaiting pussy. I thrust forward, hard into her, and grabbed her hips. She moaned as I entered her sopping pussy, and I could feel Claire’s tongue, exploring her folds and now my balls.

“Fuck Sam, you’re a good slut,” I told her as fucked her, harder and harder. “What would mom and dad say, seeing you take so many cocks, and eating pussy?”

I could feel her pussy quivering on my cock.

I was slamming my dick into her, as hard a fucking as I could give. “You like your brothers cock, slut?” I asked her.

She stopped eating pussy long enough to let a whispered “Yes.”

I could feel my balls about to erupt. I slapped her ass and told her “I’m going to cum inside you.”

Somewhere in all of her moans, she let another “Yes.”

My balls, having no release for the night, filled my sister pussy. She pushed herself back against me, her mouth still seeking Claire’s pussy. Darryl, still on the bed, was jerking off to overhead view he had.

When her pussy was done squeezing the cum from my cock, I pulled out, and a river of cum seemed to fall from her cunt into Claire’s mouth. Sam stopped eating Claire, and sat up, letting Claire continue to eat her.

She turned and gave me a kiss over her shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her, my hands exploring her body. As our lips parted, they were met with Darryl’s hard cock.

we both opened our mouths, sharing a cock between us, our tongues playing along his shaft. Sam took the tip in her mouth, so I moved down to his balls, and then we would switch. It wasn’t long before Darryl was ready to cum.

I jerked his cock with my sister, aiming it at her face. The first stream hit her on the cheek, the next into her awaiting mouth. By the time he was done cumming, her face was covered and her mouth was full.

My cock began to stir again, as I saw my sister covered in cum. Round 2 was next…

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This is a true story. It was my first time to have a cock in my mouth, but it would not be the last time. Thank you to a dear friend for bringing this event back to the forefront of my memories.

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In college I dated a guy studying to be a physical therapist. We met through mutual friends at school. Chris was a few years older than I was and had his own apartment not far from school. Caucasian, 5’10″ish, brown hair, light brown eyes, muscular but not overly so. Chris was a great guy, funny, smart, top of his class and well-liked by his peers and professors. He was born and raised Catholic, but had baggage because his parents ended up getting a nasty divorce when Chris was in high school.

Chris also had some different ideas about met and about our relationship. For instance, he was always amazed that I knew how to do things like cook, pay bills, be organized, etc. He figured that because I still lived at home, I was very spoiled and had my parents do everything for me. He was also very particular about the two of us sharing expenses, down to the penny. I remember we traveled about two hours away one weekend, and he had me write down everything that was spent, down to the tolls we had to pay. This was so we could share the cost equally. I wasn’t bothered too much by all of this. Chris was a nice guy and I liked him a lot. Plus, later on I thought I could “fix” things and we’d be fine.

Chris and I had been dating for several months. We liked going to movies, taking long walks on the beach, going to museums, cooking at his apartment. All in all, it was great. Chris was also a great kisser, and I love great kisses. His kisses tended to override the now and then doubts I would have about our relationship. Those kisses literally made me weak in the knees. He always started out kissing me softly on the mouth, and then his lips eventually parted. His probing tongue would seek mine out and, having found it, would caress it gently till I moaned and wanted more. His hot tongue flicking my lips, then pulling back and giving me soft kisses again would drive me crazy! While we kissed he did other things that drove me to the edge as well. Things like running his fingers through my hair, softly kissing my neck, gently caressing my face, rubbing my back, holding me tightly, or running his thumbs lightly over my nipples through my clothes.

After a delicious dinner one evening, we are making out on the sofa at Chris’s apartment. This particular night, for some reason, we were very passionate. Kissing was very erotic, breathing was hot and heavy, our hands were everywhere. We had shed most of our clothes and Chris was just in his black boxer briefs, while I was down to my black bra edged with lace and matching panties. I was sitting on his lap while we were making out and his erection was so big and hard between my legs, it rubbed against the wetness that was seeping from my pussy. He was giving me those kisses that I loved, the soft ones with the teasing tongue. Chris loved when I gently licked his lips because that made him open his mouth slightly and allow my tongue inside to find his and touch it with mine and lick it. He then undid my bra, put his hands under it and started rubbing my nipples softly with his thumbs. This was the first time he had actually touched that part of my skin. He closed his eyes and moaned softly, while I closed my eyes and enjoyed the heat from his hands to my tits.

Chris slid off my bra and whispered, “Can I lick your nipples?”

“Oh, yes please,” I replied softly. Chris had never put his lips on anything other than my own mouth, so the anticipation was making my breathing shallow.

He licked one nipple while he palmed the other gently. I really thought I was going to come right then. My panties were completely soaked Tipobet Güncel Giriş and I swear my pussy was going to start throbbing any second. Then Chris slowly licked across to my other nipple and licked that one and sucked it, while he palmed the first one. I rubbed myself harder against his rock hard erection and wanted him inside me. His mouth traveled from my nipple up to my neck. He put his mouth to my ear and whispered, “I want you to suck my dick.”

All of a sudden time stopped. The anticipation I had felt started to wane. Suck his dick? I had never done that. I had been fucked several times, stroked a huge dick till it came in my hand, had my pussy licked till it dripped and throbbed—but had never given a man a blow job. And now it was time. What to do? What to say?

Chris looked into my eyes and saw my hesitation. He smiled the smile that made my belly flutter and asked, “You haven’t done it before, have you?”

I shook my head and stared back at him. “No, and I’m nervous and worried. What if I don’t do it right? What if I hurt you? And what if I gag? I have a huge gag reflex and I know it’s not sexy. You want me to swallow, right?

Chris slowly ran his fingers through my hair. Then he kissed me and quietly said, “I’ll be gentle with you. Yes, I want you to swallow my come. So sexy to watch you swallow while I fuck your mouth and feel myself explode down your throat. But I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.” As Chris said that, he brought my hand down to his huge cock and had me stroke it up and down. It was extremely stiff and so sexy to touch. It was hard to think straight as I touched him because he started licking my nipples again and all I could do was moan and feel my breathing quicken.

I put my hands on either side of Chris’s face and brought his mouth to mine. I kissed him hard on the mouth, parted his lips with mine and felt his tongue shoot into my mouth. I sucked it hard, making him moan loudly. I pulled away from him, got up, took his hand in mine as he got up off the sofa. “Let’s go,” I said, and I led him to the bathroom. “I want to shower with you,” I told him. Chris smiled and tugged my black panties down, then proceeded to step out of his black boxer briefs. He walked into the huge shower and turned on the water. His erection was still out there, waiting for me. He held out his hand to me and I took it, stepped in and under the warm, flowing water. The anticipation was turning me on so much, I couldn’t tell if the wetness between my legs was from my pussy or from the shower. I slid a finger down to touch my outer pussy lips then slid the finger into my mouth. Mmmm, it was definitely from my pussy.

Getting the slippery soap from the dish, I soaped Chris’s back and shoulders, working my way down to his ass, lingered between his cheeks and getting it soapy, down the back of muscular thighs and legs. I let my hard nipples graze his back while I stood behind him. He then turned to face me and kissed me again while we stood under the water. I soaped his neck and chest, his waist and hips, the front of his thighs and legs, carefully avoiding contact, for now, with his huge cock. Working my way back up his thighs, I carefully parted his legs, gently soaped his balls and made him even harder when I ran the soap underneath, and then on top of, his stiff dick.

“My turn,” Chris said, holding his hand out for the soap.

I shook my head, “Nope. I’ll soap myself, thank you. You can watch.” I gestured to the wooden stool that stood in the corner of the shower.

Chris walked over and sat down. “Fine, but don’t rush. I want to watch you touch yourself.”

Taking the soap, I worked up a thick lather on my chest. Moving the lather down, I slowly caressed underneath my tits and Tipobet Giriş cupped them while keeping my eyes on Chris. I moved my fingers up to my nipples and tugged them gently, making them stiff. He reached out to touch one of them and I backed up, shaking my head. Moving more of the lather down, I washed my belly and my hips. I turned my back to Chris, worked up more lather and reached around to wash my ass. I bent over slightly so I could soap between my cheeks. Proceeding further down, I washed my thighs and legs, front and back. Hearing Chris moan, I turned to face him and he had begun to stroke himself while watching me. I leaned towards him and licked his lips and his tongue, which he slipped out of his mouth.

Taking my soapy hands, I washed my smooth mound and spread my feet apart a little farther. I slipped my hands between my legs and washed my pussy lips, gently running my hand along my protruding clit. I wanted to come so badly. I wanted to feel my pussy throb as it explodes. I looked at Chris as he sat on the stool continuing to move his hand up and down his stiffness. I wanted to have his huge cock in my mouth. The idea of his stiff penis on my tongue was making me have that fluttering in my belly again. It was time.

“Stand up please,” I said to Chris. He did as I told him to and came towards me. I kissed him and he held me close as our tongues touched and danced around in our mouths. Heat rose from between my legs and up into my belly. I pulled away from him and sat on the stool. “Tell me what you want,” I said, “and be patient with me.”

Chris moaned and said, “Kiss the tip of my dick, please.” I put my lips at the head of his dick and kissed it gently. He sucked in his breath and then said, “Kiss it all over.” I covered his cock with my kisses while Chris’s breath became quicker. “Lick my balls,” he said, as the warm water continued to flow over us. I obliged and licked him all over down there. I scooted to the edge of the stool and started to finger around my clit while I licked his balls. “Oohhh,” he moaned.

“I want to fuck your mouth now. Put your lips on the tip of my cock again and let me slowly part your lips. I’ll go in slowly till I touch the back of your throat.” Chris’s voice was more ragged now, as if he was struggling to get the words out. I nodded my head and put my lips back at the head of his huge dick. I started to slowly rub my clit and then slid my finger between my pussy lips, which were still soapy. Chris moaned when he saw me touch myself, as he slid his hardness further between my lips. Oh my, the sensation was awesome. As Chris continued to slide his dick into my mouth, I started moving my tongue around and licking it all over. He moaned even louder and when he felt the tip touch the back of my throat, he almost yelled out my name.

I kept fingering myself and Chris slowly slid his cock out of my mouth and then slowly slid it back in. I was so close to coming, but didn’t want to explode yet. So I used both hands to softly squeeze his balls while I had him in my mouth. Chris picked up his pace as he moved in and out of my mouth and I knew he was close. I was worried about his come spraying the back of my throat and gagging. But I really cared about him, so I wanted to make this good for the both of us. Chris’s breathing was quicker now and he was pumping my mouth faster and faster. I held onto his ass as he fucked my mouth and as he tensed up, he let out a loud groan as he shot out a huge wad of come into my mouth and down my throat. He kept fucking my mouth and groaned even louder. His come was thick and salty and that, coupled with Chris’s largeness in my mouth, activated my gag reflex. But I worked hard to control it, and so it passed. He let out a big sigh, pulled himself out of my mouth Tipobet and pulled me up to hold me. Chris kissed me a long time and then said, “Thank you, thank you. You are so sexy. Your mouth was awesome on my cock.” We held each other for awhile under the water. Then he pulled away, smiled at me and asked, “Now what can I do for you?”

“I want your big dick in my wet pussy so I can explode all around it. I want to ride it, and ride it hard. I want you to make me scream.”

Chris sat on the stool and held his hand out. I took it and he pulled me close to him. He slid his other hand between my legs and felt my slipperiness and slid his hand back and forth between my pussy lips. At the same time, Chris put his mouth on one of my tits and began to suck and flick my nipple. My breath caught in my throat as I felt him slide two fingers into my pussy. I started to moan and ride his fingers. My moaning became louder as his thumb pressed gently on my clit while his fingers fucked me. I was so close, I could feel the very beginning of what was going to be a very intense orgasm. Just when I was ready to go over the edge, Chris pulled his hand out from between my legs and slid his fingers into my mouth. Oh my, I tasted so sexy and delicious. He pulled me to sit on his lap. He moved his cock so that it rubbed my hard clit and a sound from deep in my throat found its way out of my mouth. It was loud and it took me by surprise. Chris then slid his dick further back so that the tip was at the entrance to my hot pussy. I let it slide inside me as I sat on his lap. It was tight, but oh I could feel his huge cock fill me up.

As I moved back and forth on his big dick, the throbbing began. Pulsating waves of pleasure exploded throughout my pussy and all through my body. “Fuck me, fuck me!” I began to scream. I held onto him tightly and rode him hard as Chris pushed his dick all the way in. He started moaning and said, “You’re so tight. Your pussy is squeezing my dick so hard.” I kept riding until the waves began to ebb and dissipate. Chris held me tightly as my breathing slowed and began to return to normal. I looked at him as I sat on his lap and I was so happy. We smiled at each other and began to kiss. His tongue slipped between my lips and hunted for mine again. I held it back as long as I could, but the desire to feel his tongue on mine was too strong. I flicked it on his teeth and then met his searching tongue and the heat that had been in my belly was now coursing throughout my body. The tips of our tongues continued to touch and lick each other. I felt as if I wanted to suck Chris’s tongue right out of his mouth.

Our kisses eventually slowed and our tongues quieted down. Soft kisses were exchanged and then we looked at each other and smiled. “So how was your first time?” Chris asked.

“I was worried at first, but being with you, having your cock in my mouth and your being gentle and patient with me-it was better than I thought it would be. I didn’t need to be anxious. It was such a turn on for me, I kept getting wetter and wetter.” I kissed him gently again and then smiled. “Thank you,” I said.

Chris smiled back and asked, “Would you do it again for me?”

I took his hand and slid it between my pussy lips to feel my slippery wetness. He moaned and rubbed a finger around my clit while kissing my neck. “What do you think?” I asked.

“Let’s get out,” Chris said softly. I got up off his lap and opened the shower door. He followed me out and picked up an enormous fluffy towel from a neatly folded stack on the counter. He carefully dried my hair and then proceeded to dry my body. Chris tossed the towel on the floor and picked up another towel and dried himself off, wrapping it around his waist. He wrapped me up in another dry towel and led me to the bedroom. We dropped the towels to the floor and got under the comforter and held each other in the quiet. I drifted off to sleep and was awakened later by soft kisses on my nipples and a hand gently moving back and forth in the wetness between my legs. “It’s time,” he said.

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She gasped softly as she felt him embrace her from behind. His strong hands cupped her large, bare breasts, giving them a slow stroking squeeze as he pressed soft, hot kisses along the back of her neck. Another slow squeeze along her lush breasts and she was left panting softly, leaning forward into those strong hands, bracing herself against the wall with her arms as soft kisses assaulted her neck. Her feet slipped slightly along the cool floor, letting her legs slowly part as she felt him press along the backs of her silken thighs. She licked her lips slowly, biting down softly on her lush bottom lip as she pushed her ass back against him, feeling him behind her. His fingertips caught her nipples in a soft stroking pinch, coaxing a groan from her lips as she pressed her forehead against the wall. Her legs unsteady now, trembling as her lush, heavy breasts received the full attention of his strong, massaging hands.

She felt him moving behind her. The slow shifting of his hips pulled his growing heat down between her ass cheeks. She pressed back as she felt it deliciously against her back there, wiggling her bottom against him, enticing him to get nice and thick and full for her as her massaged and stroked her breasts. A soft, lusty, expectant groan escaped her lips as the heat of the thick head of his length stroked down to her tenderly swollen folds, catching just at the tender dip of her slick, silken entrance. She bit down harder on her bottom lip, closing her eyes, savoring each sensation. Her legs trembled more, her Tipobet Güncel Giriş knees weak as she steadied herself against the wall. She knew that he was big, almost too big, and that he almost didn’t fit inside her, almost. But right now she didn’t care, she wanted the stretch to hurt a little, to make her whimper for him.

The thick, hot head of his shaft rubbed against her swollen folds, spreading them slowly around him as she felt his heat and thick need. The steady, slow pressure made her ache as her nails clawed against the wall, her hands balling into tight fists as he pushed her up on her tippy toes against the wall with the steady pressure of his length at her silken folds. A soft, sharp cry escaped her lips as she couldn’t lift herself any more. Her silken folds stretched slowly down around the thick crown of his massive length as he continued to slowly push up into her from behind. A sharp nip along the side of her neck, followed by soft kisses distracted her slightly from the nearly overwhelming sensation of stretching slowly around him. His strong hands kneading her breasts expertly, deliciously pulling her back against him as he slowly entered her.

Her toes curled against the floor, her fiery locks spilling over her shoulders as her head pulled back as she arched back into him. Her thighs trembling as she felt her own juices hot along her creamy deep inner thighs. Inch after hot, thick inch pushed slowly up into her. The constant, steady, intense pressure making her gasp for breath as she felt most of him inside her now. Her inner muscles clenched and squeezed around his length in steady, convulsing spasms as she cried out louder, longing for this, but in no way ready for him. Her skirt hiked up high Tipobet Giriş over the curve of her lower back. Her blouse open, loose along her shoulders as his strong hands worked over her tender breasts beneath the loose silk.

She cried out sharply, eyes rolled back behind closed lids as her body betrayed her, convulsing around him, surrendering far too early as she felt the pleasure flooding her, pouring out around the thick shaft stretching her out, filling her as her silken folds have managed to slide down around him to near the base of his full, thick shaft. Her release laid her low, leaving her panting against the wall, hitting her hard as she trembled, held up now only by his strong hands along her breasts and thick length inside her.

He held her firmly, pinned like a butterfly spread against the wall as she panted out desperately for breath. Those deliciously strong fingers catching her hard, peaked nipples, dolling them slowly, stroking them, coaxing her head to loll against the wall and coax another moan from her lips. Soft beads of sweat teased along her curves as she submitted herself to the agonizingly slow and tender touch of her lover.

The slow roll of his hips eased a few inches from her, letting them sink in again as her body sank back against him. Her cheek and chest flush against the cool wall, holding her steady as he began to ease back and forth. Her tight inner walls clenched desperately at his thick shaft stroking inside her, stretching her intensely with the slow, bottoming out pumps. Hot, breathy groans of pleasure spilled from her softly parted lips as she sank into the rolling, pistoning pumps.

Another sharp nip along the side of her neck, just above the collar of her blouse sent tingling Tipobet ripples though her. The pleasure electric as his fingertips sent sparks dancing along her peaked nipples, though her full breasts, all the way down to spill into her core. She felt herself tensing inside again as he pumped into her. Each inch of his deliciously thick shaft she could feel moving inside her, stretching her clenching inner walls out to the point of not being able to squeeze back. Her moans breathless, as though the pleasure was too much inside her and welled up though her throat, spilling from her lips. She had nothing to brace against as her nails scratched desperately against the wall. She slid back against him, sending him all the way into her. Her silken folds trembling as they stretched taunt around the thick base of his full length.

Screaming out her soft body trembled, convulsing sharply as the searing pleasure inside her pulled tighter and tighter, the knot of pleasure finally pulling so tight that it shattered inside her. Her mouth gaping as her chest heaved in screams, but not a sound escaped her lips. The deep thrust sending a current of pleasure raging though her as she her juices spill from her around his thick, full shaft. His hard body pressing to hers, pulling her to him as his strong hands kneaded her lush breasts. The intense stretching of him fully inside now, a sharp, searing spray of melting heat flooding her as he empties himself inside her.

Her body trapped against his as her luscious lips strain, her mouth gaping as she barely manages to gasp down the cool night air. The pleasure coursing through her as he held her pinned, not letting her go as she was forced to ride it all out stretched hard and deep around him. His hot breath, panting as well melted along the back of her neck. A soft kiss teasing her skin. Her eyes closing again in exhaustion, her body melting back against his hard form, tingling, trembling as his warm voice curled along the outside edge of her ear.

“Welcome home…”

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It’s been another late night at work. By the time I get home, you’re already in bed, asleep. But I’ve been thinking about you the whole way home, and damnit, I’m going to be selfish. I try to make as little noise as possible when I come in. I strip my clothes off and crawl into bed with you. You’re curled on your side, facing the wall. I slide up next to you, pressing my breasts against your bare back, my arm going around your stomach to pull you closer to me. “I’m home, sweetie,” I whisper into your ear.

“Mmmm,” you murmur, still mostly asleep, turning your head toward me for a kiss. I slide my hand down your stomach. You’re not wearing any clothes and I plan to take full advantage of that fact. My hand cups your semi-erect cock and lightly strokes you. You harden with each touch. “Mmmmm,” you murmur again, but I can tell you’re starting to wake up. You turn your whole body toward me, wrapping your arms around me, pulling in closer for the kiss.

My hands continue their task, stroking up and down the length of your shaft, making you harder with every stroke. Your hands have begun a similar journey. You break the kiss to capture my earlobe with your teeth. “You are so wet.” You sink a finger inside of me. “Did you have a good day at work?”

I moan. “Kind of, but I was thinking about you the whole way home.”

“What were you thinking about?” you ask as your tongue teases my ear.

“Coming home, crawling into bed with you. Waking you up if you were asleep because I wanted to make love with you.” I roll myself so I’m on top of you, bracing myself on my hands so I’m slightly above you. I slide myself up and down the length of your shaft, wetting your hard cock.

“What else?” you ask. You lock your hands with mine, forcing me into more of a sitting position so I’m straddling you. You keep your hands interlaced with mine for a bit before releasing them to cup my breasts.

I grin. “You must have read my Tipobet Güncel Giriş mind. I was thinking about how tired you would probably be. And how much I would enjoy having you lay flat on your back, riding you, like this.” I lift myself up slightly so the head of your cock is now between my lips. We both gasp from the sensation. Slowly, I slide myself down your shaft until you are buried inside of me.

“I like the way you think,” you say as you place your hands on my hips, guiding me.

I grin again. “I thought you might.” I slide myself up and down your shaft, pulling you deeper inside with each stroke. “I hope you don’t mind that I woke you up.”

Now it’s your turn to grin. “You can wake me up like this anytime.” Your breath is becoming shallower. Your fingertips dig into my sides. I can feel you growing even harder inside of me.

“Mmmmm,” I moan, barely able to get the word out. Your fingers pinch my nipples as I feel the orgasm begin its way through my body. I grip your hands tighter.

“Oh God.” My muscles tighten around you with my orgasm, causing you to stiffen even more inside me, until I feel you explode.

I collapse on your chest as we both finish. My lips find your ear. “Thank you for letting me wake you up.”

“No,” you murmur back. “Thank you for waking me up.”

Two nights later … it’s your turn.

I’m so asleep that I don’t hear your key in the door. I don’t hear you trudging upstairs or stripping off your clothes. I feel you curl up next to me, your arm around my waist, your lips at my ear. “I’m home, my love.” You lightly run your tongue around the inside of my ear and catch my earlobe between your teeth.

“Mmmm,” I mumble as I turn slightly toward you to kiss you. “What time ‘sit?” I ask.

“Late,” you answer. “I’m sorry it took me so long.” Your mouth continues to torture my ear. “Did you get sick of waiting for me?” Your hand Tipobet Giriş has begun traveling and you find that I’m not only wearing your shirt, but I’m wearing panties too.

“Mmmmm, a little bit. Sorry I’m not totally awake.”

“S’alright, my love. Do you mind if I try to wake you up a little more?” Your tongue plunges in my ear and I shiver.

“That depends on how you want to wake me up,” I reply, as I feel the wetness between my legs. You snuggle closer and I can feel your erection pressing into me.

“Well, I was thinking for starters, that you’re wearing way too many clothes.” You slide the shirt up over my waist and hook your fingers on the waistband of the panties. “But that can be easily remedied.” You sit up as you slide the panties down my legs and toss them to the floor. “That’s a little better.” You slide your hand up my calf, over my knee, over my thigh until you reach that spot between my legs. You can feel the juices gathering already. “Were you dreaming about me?”

I shake my head. “Nope. Just waiting for you.”

I can feel your grin even in the darkness. “Good.” You slide the shirt further up, exposing my breasts. You cup my breasts in your hands, rolling my nipples between your fingers until they harden. You kiss my back, then lean over me to catch a nipple in your lips. I try to shift toward you but you stop me.

You kiss my back again, dragging your lips further down. You brush your lips over my tattoo, lightly running your tongue over the highly sensitive skin on my backside. You lift one of my legs in the air, running your tongue up and down my lips until my whole body is shuddering. “Oh,” I cry out, catching my lower lip between my teeth. Your tongue plunges deeper inside me. My body writhes in pleasure. I love when you go down on me. I love the feel of your tongue inside me and on my lips, but not as much as I love to feel your cock inside of me. “Please, Tipobet baby. Please, I want you — “

You cut me off before I can finish. “Shhh. Soon, I promise. But first I want to taste you. I’ve been thinking about this all day, imagining the way you taste, the way you sound when I’m eating you, the way your body moves when you orgasm.” I’m now thrusting my hips closer to you, so close to the edge, so ready to cum. It doesn’t take long at all; only a few minutes. My whole body tenses up and I cry out your name before the total release comes. You continue to tease me with your tongue for a few minutes longer, keeping me ready.

Then suddenly you turn me so I’m on my hands and knees. You kiss up my back to my neck and my ear. Your hands on my hips hold me steady as I feel your cock sliding against my lips. I reach back, guiding you inside me, both of us gasping at the contact. “Oh God that feels so good!”

Your hands on my shoulders push me down into the bed, forcing my ass further into the air, giving you better access. My hands grip the headboard of my bed. I don’t move my body, letting you control the speed, the depth, the intensity. I enjoy it when you are in charge. You slide your hands around my body, gripping my breasts again, pinching my nipples. “Oh God. I wanna cum inside of you. I wanna cum inside of you so bad.” You catch my earlobe between your teeth again and bite down.

I grip my muscles as tight as I can around your cock and press myself up against you, taking you as far inside me as I can. I can feel my walls closing around you with my second orgasm, pulling you in tighter. You cry out my name as you shoot your seed deep inside of me, and collapse on top of me.

I am now laying flat on my stomach with the headboard in a death grip. You are on top of me, hands still on my breasts, your pulsating cock still inside of me. Your face is buried in my neck. We are both breathing hard. You slide your hands up to capture mine, fingers locking with mine. You kiss my ear and my neck again. “I love you,” you whisper into my ear, as you slide slightly off of me, allowing me to turn and face you. You pull me into your arms, my head resting on your chest.

“I love you too”

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It was Valentine’s Day and James was dreading another night, especially THIS night, without any passion, the fire of a lover naked and close in his arms or even one soft kiss. Jean was with her husband and the fantasy of her leaving and coming to be with him had long faded. Too many Valentine’s Days had passed and the long desired call of “I’m here Jimmy, come pick me up” had never occurred. He was blessed and cursed with having found his soul mate and the one woman who could ignite his full passion but never complete the cuckold of her husband.

He decided it was probably a good night to keep busy and push the sadness aside as far as possible. Avoiding the computer he knew he was also avoiding the half empty feeling left by even the best of sex chat or erotic stories. James decided to put on a t-shirt, loose gray shorts and clean out drawers, while listening to LOUD rock music. Steady activity seemed the best defense tonight against sexual gloom rather than get into a movie that would just make being alone all the more apparent.

The tight sounds of Jethro Tull made the walls shake throughout the house. The thin cotton shorts provided scant support for his thick cock swinging free and probably going to waste, yet again tonight.

Visiting a room, once the center of their marathon sex chatting, now only used for storage. James soon found himself holding a box that he had stuck away one night after a sad sweep of his den. Slightly larger than a cigar box this metal Led Zeppelin boxed set storage container had served to save the small things that had touched his life. Not a regret box as much as a path never fully taken box. He had not thought to seek it out but it did appear he was inexpiably drawn to it.

Opening the box he quickly found himself looking at the few pictures she had allowed him to take of her. Never a picture of them together, that had been her firm rule. Jean had refused any evidence of their love affair. But he did have his memories to fill in the missing details.

James smiled as he looked at the picture of Jean with her short sandy hair, wearing her tight white jeans and white full neck sweater and flat sandal shoes. He remembered her soft lipstick contrasted with her bright painted toes. She looked so innocent, almost virginal, in that picture. He smiled knowing she had never noticed that the back of an upscale hotel room door was plainly visible. Her smile beamed back at him, almost a dare not to love her. He had often thought of this as his favorite “before” picture.

With a surge of desire that made his cock twitch at the edge of his shorts James thought “Yes, this was just before our first kiss had we first made love.”

Jean had knocked softly on the hotel room door. She had never been in such a hotel as this let alone with another man since her marriage. The drive to the hotel was filled with an inner struggle. Her Lit-erotica num de plume “Passionate” had a heated argument with her pigtailed Jeannie, the good girl self. Even as she again knocked, a little harder on the door, an inner voice, born of her catholic upbringing, cried out for her to run before he had a chance to open the door.

“Hello” James greeted her with a wide smile and his deep DJ voice beckoned her out of the hallway as he bowed and gestured for her to come in.

“Oh, Hi, Thank you” Jean stumbled for the words knowing she was crossing one serious line as she crossed the door threshold to enter the room. As James closed the door she quickly scanned the large study area, with an adjacent room filled with a king bed and what liked like a hot tub.

Teasing him Jean tried to break her nervous tension “You could Tipobet Güncel Giriş not find anything more UPSCALE for our first date?”

When James in silence did not respond to her obvious joke she just stood there, her smile tight almost forced. Her nervous hands clutched at the sides of her jeans as she stuttered to admit “I almost did not come. Err, .my..”

Jean stopped speaking as James lifted up a camera and said “Smile”.

Before she could again speak he set down the camera and closed the distance between them. Wrapping her up in his arms he brought her close, sought her lips and then softly breathed between her lips, just before they touched, “I have waited for this for so long”.

The scent of her White Diamonds perfume and his Old Spice after shave inter mingled as they began to connect physically. That first heated kiss, lifting her to her toes, lasted several minutes as they ignited into a passion of touches, and caresses and exploring. For his part James was rewarded with the soft but firm feel of her swelling breast under her sweater. Jean felt the rush to her head as his thick cock pressed against her, telling her the passion she had so long missed was now in her arms. Each touch enflamed the next kiss that they continued to repeat. James finally began to kiss her neck and she in turn whispered how much she had wanted his touches. Jean took little time reaching down to find the girth of her new lover and was pleased that the online teasing and sex chatting was well founded.

Breaking their embrace only slightly James cupped her breast on the outside of her sweater and professed: “I can’t tell you how much I wanted you to come here today and not find an excuse to stay away”.

Steeping back into his arms she eased her head upon his shoulder, her lips wet, warm and soft upon his neck. Still holding his staff firmly in her clutch, Jean grinned and replied: “Darling, you have no idea how badly I want to cum here today”.

The both laughed at the play of words. As they again pressed their lips together James slowly slid his right hand under her sweater and rubbed softly across the smooth skin of her back, up her sides and finally, slowly, across the thin material of her bra. It was not her everyday bra. Jean recalled her husband had watched her dress that morning and had not even noticed it was thin, low cut and trimmed with white lace.

As James brought his palm across her left nipple Jean gasped and moaned between kisses,”I LOVE being touched, by you!”

Releasing her from his arms James slid his left hand under her sweater and in one quick motion pulled it over her head to fall on the couch behind them. His hands again began to slide up her sides to discover the warmth escaping from her thin and sexy bra.

Feeling her nipples begin to swell Jean said impatiently “I need to take this off”.

Keeping James close in front of her she reached behind her back and began to unclasp her bra. James noticed the clicks, 1, 2, 3 and 4? and stared with absolute lust as the sexy cups dropped down her arms and then onto the floor, letting her firm 38DD’s and jutting nipples come proudly free.

Reaching up to cup them gently in his hands James softly spoke with adoration to the center of his gaze “My God, they are so beautiful, and firm.”

Hands now proudly on her hips Jean swayed slightly back and forth “I’m glad you like them!”

She relished in the feel of her sensitive skin gliding over his hands as his gaze remained fixed upon her flowing tits. No previous lover, or professional porn star, had ever triggered the Firm reaction he was now feeling.

Bending down, as if to pray, James Tipobet Giriş began to kiss and gently lick the swelling orbs she had presented him. Each kiss was accompanied by a gently squeeze to the tendered breast. Jean, mentally tracking his ministrations and could sense the random path of his kisses were actually moving closer and closer, to her most sensitive erogenous zone, her nipples.

As he kissed, and teased, a hand would leave her breast, but for a moment, to rub across the zipper of her jeans and then press against the awakening passion trapped inside.

Jean slid off her sandals and reached for James to take off his shirt. As the buttons were released off his white satin shirt she was rewarded with the warm touch and feel of his fine chest hairs that had so turned her on during their sex chats. Wrapping the hairs on his chest in her fingers she again kissed him passionately while pinching his hard nipples.

Pressing her breasts and swollen nipples against him she laughed then kissed him again, darting her tongue between his parted lips. “This is sooo much better than a cam”

As Jean embraced her love James urgently pressed their kiss and felt his cock engorged and straining by the naked feel of her warm smooth skin against his. He reached down between them and released the button at the top of her jeans. As she kissed and pressed him tighter he deftly undid her thin brown belt and slid the zipper down past the top of her panties.

Breaking their embrace Jean stepped back, her face flushed with desire, her nipples perturbing like two thick pencils. “Darling, let me help things along.”

James smiled a knowing stare as Jean worked her jeans down across her ample hips and kicked them aside, her only covering, a thin white satin panty with a lace V that ended just above her slit. The collection of moisture on the thin strip covering her pussy revealed she was shaven with thick lips straining the thin material.

“Jimmy” Jean said, her gaze fixed upon his crotch “I think you have too much on.”

To his surprise and pleasure Jean quickly knelt before him and attacked his belt and zipper with lustful vigor. James had no chance to remove his shoes, let alone kick off his slacks. Jean blew her hot breath and kissed his cock head through his blue silk boxers, now thoroughly stained with his pre cum. His musky scent made her begin to drip with desire.

James had to grab her head to keep from falling as she jerk down his shorts and engulfed his cock head in one swift motion. There was no cock teasing foreplay this day, just deep cramming as much of his swollen cock head into her mouth as she could. Her sucking, and licking of his pee slit was rewarded by more pre-cum. As she continued to grip his thick cock, her sounds were a mixture of a growl, when she could not get his girth down her throat, then a whimper when James reached down to pinch her nipples. This unexpected and aggressive milking of his cockhead was accompanied by a squeeze of his shaft and the deft massaging of his balls.

When James tried to pull away she wrapped one arm around his thighs till her hand could catch the break in his ass. “I.. Wan ..Yoou..too kum” Jean breathed between long sucks, attacking his thick cock like it was her last meal.

Jean thought to her good girl side, “Honey if I’m going to bad, I’m really, REALLY going to be BAD!”

Pressing her breasts against James legs she rubbed them back and forth enjoying the pleasure from the tease of his hairy legs against her fully engorged nipples.

James had planned a long and slow seduction but Jean had quickly turned the tables. He was beyond any rational thought, made Tipobet prisoner by long building desire for her to be really FREE with him. Grabbing her head he steadied himself and began to enjoy the feel of her soft lips and tongue bathing his his swollen cockhead.

Forcing his shaft into her hot, wet and warm mouth he nearly choked her as he felt the rising volcano coming from deep in his balls.

Releasing his cock head for only a second Jean cried out to him, “You cum into my mouth, NOW!”

The next thing James felt was simultaneous sucking of his cock head, her tongue trying to snake down his cum slit AND a finger deftly being inserted into his ass.

“Oh MY GOD” James shouted so loud he could be heard clearly by anyone within a couple of rooms.

The force of his released climax quickly choked Jean such that she had to let much of his precious HOT love juices spill out of her mouth and down her neck covering her right breast and nipple. For her pleasure Jean had been using her free hand to massage her own clit, a practice well learned from all those nights rejected by her husband. The thick cum in her mouth, and the hot lava like flow across her nipple sent her into a climax. Jean had to hold onto James leg while grinding her drenched hand against his leg to heighten the pressure on her clit.

As her climax subsided Jean was fixated on the semi erect cock in front of her that was still dripping cum like the faucet in her old kitchen. As she uncorked James ass, she reached to take a hold of the cock that had so mesmerized her. As she nearly had it in hand James fell backwards, fortunately into a waiting chair.

What a sight they presented. Her with her panties nearly ripped apart by her furious massaging of her clit and pulling on her own thick lips. He with his shirt half off down one arm, his pants and shorts entangled in his shoes and his thick member still leaking cock cream as it bobbed semi hard back and forth.

As Jean began to crawl the few feet between them, James shot up straight. “Wait, he pleaded, did you bring it?”

“Bring what sweetheart” Jean asked coyly with a deep smile “Do you mean my glass toy, the one with the increasing girth and ridges that I play with when we chat?”

“Oh Fuck yes” James leaned forward quickly kicking off his shoes and pants. “Please tell me you did not forget that, YOU Promised.”

Standing and looking for her purse Jean rewarded his struggles to get fully naked by pulling it out of the black satin sleeve that protected the only sexual joy, till now, in her life.

Taking it from her, like it was a precious jewel, James led her quickly into the master bedroom. Holding the trophy between them he removed the covering and immediatly began to kiss, taste and smell the symbol of their sex chat teasing all these many months. Jean watching him began to seductively remove her stained panties.

Pointing at Jean, now comfortably laid out on the bed, James said “I have BIG plans for this today, so you will NEVER forget me, especially when you play in the future.”

“Cum show me how That” pointing at her toy while drawing up her legs wide “is going to make room in This” now pointing at her swollen pussy lips and almost virginal entrance ” for THAT” now pointing with her painted toes at the thick member resting against his thigh.

Lying down between her spread legs James leaned forward to run his tongue across her wet clit, down her swollen slit and deep into her tight love tunnel, darting quickly as fast as her could.

Feeling Jeans legs begin to shake he broken contact, only long enough to whisper, “I will find a way sweetheart” then another lick to her exposed clit.

As he began to suck on her clit like a small nipple James began to insert her toy. Looking up between her legs he saw her intent flushed face stare at him as he finally spoke a solemn promise ” I will, baby girl, I WILL make ME FIT!”

To be continued….

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Justine finished her stage set. A few random customers clapped as she proceeded to take her “walk of shame”, circuiting the stage to collect her tips and discarded clothing. She clutched them to her chest as she scampered toward the back of the stage and exited down the stairs.

Justine moped through the hall to the dressing room. Once inside she went directly toward a row of metal lockers covered in chipping paint in a repulsive shade of pink. She fumbled with the combination lock and opened the door. She tossed her wadded up costume in her locker and began to count her tips.

The dressing room door opened and she turned to see Rosa, a plump Puerto Rican dancer of about 19. Rosa was competitive and petty, always trying to stir trouble. Justine cringed inwardly.

Rosa stomped across the room, her platform heels cracking obtrusively against the concrete floor. She plopped down on the wooden bench in the center of the room. “It’s so fucking slow tonight!” She whined in her thick Spanish accent.

“Yep,” Justine replied coolly as she began rummaging through her locker for another costume. She decided on a sheer pastel pink baby doll over a matching thong.

Justine was attempting to discourage further conversation but Rosa either didn’t notice or care. Rosa continued her drunken rant, gossiping about everyone in the club, trying to stir Justine into reacting.

Justine nodded noncommittally at Rosa as she donned her lingerie. She completed the ensemble with a white satin garter, slipping it over her stiletto heel and relishing the sensation of the fabric as it slid smoothly over her thigh.

Rosa’s speech was becoming increasingly incoherent. Justine focused on pushing her voice into the background as she fetched a cosmetic case from inside her cluttered locker. She carried the case toward the long mirror, setting it down on the graffiti covered counter. She looked at her reflection. The mirror was covered with a haze from too much smoke and infrequent cleaning. She had to lean in to see clearly.

Justine sighed heavily and began to powder her face and reapply her lipstick. She sprayed herself with her favorite scent and gazed upon herself in the mirror. She knew she wasn’t the most attractive girl in the club but she rather liked the fact that she was not a “perfect ten”. It had forced her to never rely solely on her appearance in the club or in life. She’d worked hard to develop talent and class. She knew that eventually beauty fades but she would retain her poise forever. She gave herself a flirtatious smile and wink, a habit she’d come to rely on like a talisman before securing her belongings in her locker.

Justine left Rosa in the dressing room with only a wave and made her way back into the club. She could see that it hadn’t picked up any. In fact, it seemed as if several customers had left. She resigned herself to breaking even.

She passed a large group of college age boys gathered around two tables. They were laughing boisterously and downing shots of Jagermeister. As she strolled by, they hooted and hollered at her, throwing in a few obscenities for good measure.

Justine stopped and gave them that same flirty smile but continued. Experience had taught her that the youngest customers were the least profitable and the most unruly. She wanted to explore other options.

She snaked her way through the small crowd. Most of the customers were already being hustled by another dancer. She was about to make her way back to the college crowd when she noticed a handsome man sitting alone at a table near the back of the club. She began to scurry in his direction, eager to get to him before another dancer could. As she closed in on him, she slowed her pace so she could glide seductively toward him.

She gasped slightly when she got a clear view of his face. He wasn’t merely handsome, he was exquisite. His lustrous dark hair dazzled beneath the lights and his strong masculine jaw was shaded with dark stubble. He wore a simple t-shirt that hugged his tightly muscled shoulders and chest as if it had been tailored just for him.

Justine felt a flutter of anxiety. She always felt intimidated approaching extremely attractive men.

“Hello.” Justine’s voice sounded too high in her own ears. She took a calming breath and continued. “Are you having a good time?”

He turned his head and he scrutinized her from head to toe, making Justine squirm with discomfort. She was accustomed to being looked over by men but his pitch eyes felt intrusive.

He ignored her question and instead replied, “Justine, right?”

She flashed a genuine smile, her dimples making a rare appearance. Most customers don’t bother to remember names. “Yes, I am. So are you having fun?” she repeated.

He again answered with his own question. “Would you like to sit?” He gestured toward the empty chair across from him.

“I’d love to.” Justine was sensing a bit of shyness in his demeanor and decided on a soft sale approach.

He stood up Tipobet Güncel Giriş to pull out her seat. Justine was flattered by his manners but even more amazed by his incredible body when he stood. Even in her 6″ heels he was much taller than her, forcing her to look up in order to make eye contact. His solid upper body that she had previously admired gave way to a trim waist and narrow hips. Her mind wandered as she imagined how delightful it would be to give this dark stranger a lap dance.

“Justine?” His deep voice interrupted her thoughts. She knew she looked foolish standing there gawking. She began to blush so furiously that even her neck and chest reddened, contrasting loudly against the pale pink of her attire. “Are you ok?” he asked, his concern sincere.

Justine nodded. “Yes. I’m fine…I….I…just remembered something…it’s nothing.” Justine was a terrible liar. She took her seat, crossing her legs. As he returned to his own seat she tried to calm herself once again.

“So, may I ask your name?” Her head tilted slightly as she inspected him from beneath her long lashes.

“Theron,” he replied, his voice thick and soothing.

Justine held out her dainty hand and said, “It is a pleasure meeting you, Theron.”

He shook her hand firmly, his own hand large enough to fully encompass her own.

He smiled then raised a glass to his mouth and sipped at the clear liquid. Justine couldn’t resist staring. His entire manner was so alluring that the simple act of drinking seemed sensual.

“Gin and tonic,” he said plainly. “Would you like one?”

Justine shifted a bit in her seat. She rarely drank at work but she was feeling completely off her game and hoped a drink would help her regain her composure.

“Sure, that would be nice. Thank you.”

He caught the attention of a waitress and she approached the table. “We need two more gin and tonics.” He looked at Justine. “Anything else?”

“Yes, an extra lime wedge, please.”

Theron handed the waitress his credit card and she reached over him to retrieve his empty glass, giving him a clear view down her skimpy halter-top. His eyes danced subtly and Justine was amused by the mischievous smile he shortly displayed.

An awkward silence passed between them. Justine found herself in the odd position of not knowing what to say. “Did you happen to see my set?” She asked, the only reasonable thing that came to mind.

“Yes, Justine. You were very good,” he replied. She loved the way he said her name and barely noticed the compliment. She was again flustered and was relieved when the waitress returned promptly with their drinks.

She lifted the glass and took a long, grateful drink. She was certain that she was making an awful fool of herself and that there wasn’t any chance of closing the sale. Deciding it was better to get rejected than waste time, she suddenly blurted out, “Would you like me to dance for you?” Her cheeks immediately began to flush as she took another drink, waiting for the assumed rejection. She cast her eyes down so he would not see her disappointment.

Without a word, he flashed his V.I.P room wristband in her line of vision. Justine beamed up at him momentarily, giddy with excitement, before the reality of business set in. Before she could mention the fee, he held up a roll of bills.

She extended her leg gracefully, allowing the baby doll to fall away from her thigh and expose her garter. “You want to put it in?” she said playfully.

He folded the money neatly and without looking away from her fawn colored eyes, he leaned over and slid the bills under her garter, letting his fingers briefly stroke her inner thigh briefly before pulling away.

“Thank you,” she said. She could still feel the warmth of his touch even after he’d settled back into his seat. They finished their drinks and ordered another round. They enjoyed lively small talk, primarily about music and films. He talked with such passion that Justine became fully immersed in the exchange until she spied the manager glaring at her from the bar. Reluctantly she returned her thoughts to work.

Justine waited for a pause in the conversation. “How about we take this back to the V.I.P. Room?” She nibbled at her lower lip.

“I’d like that, Justine.” Once again, she relished in the sound of her name on his lips.

“Follow me,” Justine stood, drink in one hand, and grabbing for Theron’s with the other. He reached for his own drink and let her lead him through the crowded bar area to the back of the club. Once they reached the long hallway, he let go of her hand and slid his arm around her waist.

Justine stopped at the fourth cubical and pulled back the heavy black velvet curtain for him. Theron stepped in as Justine closed the curtain securely, blocking out the peculiar club lighting. He settled into the overstuffed red settee and admired Justine’s creamy alabaster skin and delicate structure.

Justine turned and gracefully bent over Tipobet Giriş him. “Mind if I sit here?” She patted his thigh and immediately lowered herself onto his lap carefully so as not to spill her drink. She reached her arm around his shoulders and cradled her head in his neck while lightly swinging her feet. “You never answered my question,” she whispered gently against the warmth of his neck.

“What question?”

“I asked you twice if you were enjoying yourself and you didn’t answer.” She lifted her head so she could see his face.

“Well, I am now,” he said, making her giggle in amusement. She swallowed the last of her drink and he took the glass from her and set it next to his own on the small end table.

“Want me to start dancing on the next song?” She was still admiring his face.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

She nuzzled back against him. She was feeling slightly buzzed and tremendously aroused. That combination could lead to all sorts of trouble if she didn’t stay busy and she hoped the next song would start soon.

Finally, the music started to fade and the DJ began making the typical announcements. Justine got to her feet with Theron’s help. “Any special requests?” She asked playfully. He shook his head. “You’ll want to get comfortable.” Justine helped him lean back in the settee and then stroked his moist lips for her own pleasure.

The DJ opened the next set and Justine immediately recognized the sensuous electro-pop song. She used the introduction of the song to strut toward Theron, stopping to slowly pivot in front of him before flipping her long ebony hair back and approaching him directly.

She leaned over him, one hand balanced on the settee behind his shoulder, her breast just inches from his face. Drawing her shoulders forward, the front of the baby doll opened slightly and Theron could just sight her small perky tits before she pulled back a little, closing his view.

She lowered her head. Her black hair framed both of their faces in a silken curtain. Theron looked up into her eyes and fingered a lock of her hair. He held it to his nose and inhaled the spicy yet sweet aroma. She smiled wildly as she slowly moved her face down the side of his, letting her hair caress him as her mouth fell directly over his ear. “I’m going to make this worth every dollar,” Justine purred while nibbling along his neck.

Justine abruptly pushed back, just beyond his reach, and began to rotate her hips in wide arcs. She pivoted around, her arms coiling upward, giving the appearance of a serpentine goddess. With her back to Theron she ran her hand through her hair while she shimmied her hips quickly, letting the light fabric of her lingerie flutter over her shapely ass, exposing tempting glimpses. Turning back to face Theron, Justine repeated the move, giving him a peek at her thong.

Locking her eyes with his, she twirled the ribbon that held the baby doll closed around her index finger. She gently gave it a few short tugs until it finally released. She could see the pleasure in his eyes and she was sure her own were emitting the same. She coyly covered her tits with one arm as she wiggled her shoulders out of the straps. She gradually lowered her head, leading his eyes with her own. She released the baby doll and let it slide to the floor. She looked upon herself, caressing her small mounds of delicate flesh while kicking her discarded lingerie aside.

“Are you enjoying yourself so far?” Her voice was too breathy for the brief period dancing. She secretly hoped he would recognize it as what it was, her increasing arousal.

“You know I do.” He had caught her staring at the stiffness in his pants.

Justine giggled. She spread Theron’s knees apart further, put her own knee on the settee between his legs and raised herself up to straddle him, both arms extended to steady herself against the back of the settee. As the song worked into an up-tempo chorus, Justine used her thighs to locate his swelling cock and began to grind in short circles just above it. She gazed down upon him when she could, but her eyes began to flutter closed.

She leaned in to his ear again and lightly kissed it. “You know, you can touch me, if you want.”

Theron lifted his hands from his sides and grasped her hip with one while the other found its way to her tits, groping roughly. Justine’s head fell back in pleasure, her hair sweeping softly across her bare shoulders and causing her to shudder. Her nipples began to harden, turning into rosy pink little buds. She made eye contact again and gave him a playful smirk as she eased herself fully onto his lap. She heard a faint moan as his eager cock at last made contact with her. She slowed her grinding and bent backward at the waist, trusting him to hold her so she would not fall. Theron was hungry to get her firmly back on his lap and pulled her forward, trying to press her against him. She wiggled free of his grip and pressed her body against his hard chest. Her legs dropped Tipobet to the floor, her body sliding along his until she was on her knees between his legs.

She gave him a stern look as she placed one palm on each of his knees and moved his legs a little wider apart. “You can touch, Theron, but you’ve gotta let me do the dancing.” she admonished him and then gave him a sly wink.

“I tried.” His voice was sinister. “But it’s justso hard.”

“Around here, dear, that is considered positive feedback for a job well done.” She tried to keep a straight face but failed.

“You’re not done, yet,” he growled.

“And neither are you, Theron,” she taunted as she began to rotate her upper body in circles. Each circle brought her tits closer to his crotch until she was rubbing them on him, bringing her face in close so she could breathe heavily over his lap. She grabbed his fly with her teeth and giving a series of sharp yanks. She could feel his thickness straining against his jeans and longed to set it free but she continued to remind herself that she was a professional.

Justine got quickly to her feet and climbed on to the settee next to him. Resting on her knees, she untucked his shirt, running her hands up and under it, letting her nails lightly trail across his skin and teasing his nipples tenderly. Theron gasped and his eyes seemed to grow darker. She climbed back on his lap, this time facing away from him. She leaned back against his chest and he reached around her to grope her inner thighs. His masterful hands slithered upward until they were touching her moist thong. She began to writhe and a small whine escaped her lips.

Justine wanted nothing more than to let him continue but she tried to obliterate the thought. She had a staunch rule about relations of any kind with customers. In all the years of dancing, she had never broken it and she credited it with her ability to survive the perils of the job.

Justine arched her back, pushing herself away from him quickly and sliding once again to the floor. She crawled away from his reach, her tight ass swaying invitingly as she prowled across the floor. She glimpsed at him over her shoulder and saw that he was casually stroking his manhood through his pants. She lowered her upper body to the floor, arched her back deeply, and thrusting her hips high in the air. She rocked in rhythm with the music, her legs kicking playfully for a few seconds before she slid her hands down her lithe body and hooked her thumbs in her thong and wiggled it down over her hips. She heard Theron groan behind her, which was as pleasing to her as his touch.

Justine pushed herself to her knees. She rolled her shoulders and head opposite the direction of her gyrating hip as she worked the garment down to her creamy thighs. Once the thong rested around her knees, she leaned into a sitting position on the side of her hip and leisurely peeled the thong the rest of the way off. She expertly caught it with her heel and spun it around before kicking it aside.

“Is this what you are waiting for?” She asked bombastically. She lay on her back and opened her legs in a wide “V” so he could get a full view of her petal pink cunt. She pretended to play with her slick, bare pussy but the temptation was too great and she found herself truly fondling herself. She fingered her silver clit ring; rolling the small bead between her ruby polished nails until her clit was so hard, it began to ache.

The music drifted off and there was a brief pause before the club was filled with a slower tempo sludge tune. Justine climbed back on Theron’s lap with his help and began to grind and rock her ass against his rigid cock. She felt exhilarated by the seductiveness of the music and the look of ecstasy in his eyes.

He gripped her hips and pressed himself snugly against her. Justine felt her cunt growing wetter and knew Theron could feel the moisture as it seeped onto his pants. He wrapped one hand in the back of her hair and guided her head back so that he could bury his face in her tits. Justine kept frantically grinding; her breath grew shallow and her skin dewy. Theron’s tongue flickered across her erect nipple and then he gnawed on it sharply. Justine yelped with pain and delight.

Justine pulled her head forward and looked dreamily into his eyes. She was overwhelmed with desire and need. Her convictions were crumbing. She lunged for his mouth with hers. She knew she was crossing the line but she could not stop herself. Her tongue traced his warm mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She nudged his mouth open and let her tongue play wildly with his. His mouth was intoxicating her. Justine knew she would not stop herself.

Theron embraced her closer making it difficult for Justine to continue thrusting against him. She released a feeble whimper into his mouth as he continued to secure her tightly against him. Their kissing grew more furious. Justine struggled free and Theron looked at her with confusion.

“I want to see your cock!” She slid down from his lap and onto the floor and made a grab for the button on his pants. Her shaky hands fumbled with it for a brief moment before she was able to unbutton and unzip his jeans. She began to yank helplessly at his pants and boxers.

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I can honestly say I have never felt good clean sex is ever wrong. A cock and a pussy are made to join together and to enjoy each other. Danyella and I met in college and I saw her date several men. What the sexual context of her dating was none of my business and I paid little attention to all the rumors. I had seen her with several different men on several nights. I know men of several races and didn’t have feelings about any of them. I saw her date several different men of color.

Some of the guys I knew and some I didn’t know personally. A lot of people knew who I was. No I was not the Football Quarterback. I was known as a guy better left alone if there was trouble involved. No, I am not a large man, in fact probably about average size. Well maybe my arms aren’t. I have done a lot of heavy lifting work in my life and no not weights. Although I have lifted them just for fun.

But dating Danyella was maybe a bad idea? I had a strict code with women, No always means no. I tend to become pushy when a girl tells a guy no. And sadly guys lots of times think no is maybe. They tend to push way past no on to maybe. I tend to ignore the no to a point to see if she is really a no or if she plays harder to get.

As I watched Danyella I learned her no was seldom final. She likely wanted to go further. Sometimes much further. I was as a party at a private house and things go very wild. Several girls danced on a coffee table and took lots of clothes off. The party was dominated by colored guys who were trying to fuck the white girls. And they had gotten several of them off in bedrooms and were doing just that.

Danny as she is called was up dancing. And was only in a very skimpy bra and panties. There were four guys really pushing her to get completely naked and they were telling her they planned to fuck her right there on the coffee table.

Her beautiful breasts finally came out for them and she continued to dance for them. But I heard her whisper she might be willing to let them take her to one of the bedrooms? But the leader of the group shook his head.

“No, Baby it is time you put out on display so everyone knows you are BBC pussy. We are doing you here in front of everyone.”

“No, Jerome, I can’t do that.”

She had finally taken her panties off for them too.

“Just take me back to one of the bedrooms and I will let you do me.”

“No, Bitch, Here and now on the stage.”

He grabbed her and put her down on her back on the coffee table and he began to open his pants as the others held her. She was fighting them. I stepped over by them.

“The Lady has said no guys and my guess she means it. She agreed to let you have her back in a bedroom so you have a choice.”

Jerome turned to me.

“Fuck off white boy. We are doing her here.”

One of the watchers yelled.

“Back off Jerome!”

But he was mad and not listening. The stiff arm aimed at the center of my chest may have worked for him several times before, but not this time. I side stepped his thrust and broke his nose with a high over hand right. and the short left hook put him to sleep.

One of his buddies turned from holding the girl and swung a round house that I stepped inside of and repeated the short left hook that put him to sleep too. The other two stepped away from her and turned my way.

The guy who had tried to get Jerome’s attention spoke again.

“Boys this is Jackson Garrett just so you know and unless you want to join the pile I think you should step back.”

They did, and I turned to help her up. She smiled at me.

“Maybe, you would like to join me in a back bedroom?”

“I like to take a girl to dinner first.”

“Would tomorrow night work for you?”

“I will pick you up at 6:30pm.”

And I walked out. I was told later the two who stepped back that I didn’t knock out joined her in a back bedroom then.

So That was how I got my first date with Danny. Yes she fucked me on our first date and our second. We began to date on a semi regular basis. I didn’t ask her to date only me and I was sure she was dating others. She told me she enjoyed sex and that part of that was variety in her lovers. I told her it was fine if that was what she enjoyed.

To be clear, I do have a rep, but I am not a boxer. I am a bare knuckle fighter. Which is a lost art. I have fought 38 times in a ring. I am not big enough to fight heavy weight, but I have knocked out 8 of them in the ring. Size doesn’t matter much to me. To date I have never lost a fight. In or out of the ring.

I had dated Danyella several times and enjoyed her lots. Yes each time we dated we did sleep together on our date. I hadn’t seen her at a party since we’d begun dating. But I had only been to a few.

I had not seen her in a few days and I was not sure how she felt about us? So I was trying to figure it out. Really exactly how I felt about her? I liked her lots. How Tipobet Güncel Giriş much? I wasn’t sure?

I went to a party at a private home that was to be a pretty wild one and the guys who lived there ask if I would come and kind of keep things under some type of control. They were worried about Rapes. The group I had the trouble with the night I had stood up for Danny happened to be working one of the stages.

I circled the 3 floors just keeping an eye on things. The group they were worried about were on the first floor working on some girls to dance on a small stage in the main room. It was fairly early yet at around 9pm and the trouble didn’t usually begin until much later. I was not expecting any trouble on this night. I had moved back down to the first floor and circled the group I had trouble with over them and Danny. They were teasing some girls but only just that teasing.

I had seen a few people I knew but no one I was really friends with. I moved back upstairs and circled on up to the third floor. Some bedrooms were beginning to be used by some of the girls. with some of the colored guys. There seemed to be more and more of that. As the time got later I moved back down to the second level and then on down to the first.

The group of colored guys were still playing with a few of the young white girls dancing down on that stage. One of the guys I had not knocked out turned and came up to me.

“Hey man, I wanted you to know the girl you got in the fight over a few weeks ago will show up here about 11pm. And she has agreed to dance for us.”

I nodded and looked away.

“No man I want you to know she’s agreed to do it. No forcing her.”

“Agreed to do what?”

“Don’t be knocking us out man. She has agreed to let us do her right here publicly man. The crowd will be big man word is out she’s gonna do it.”

“She’s a big girl if she spreads for you it is her call.”

It was just after 10pm. I circled and went back up stairs. I made a tour of second floor and on up to the third. I watched some guys working on two girls up there and they finally went into a back bedroom. I had lost track of time and when I looked I could see it was a little after 11pm. So I started my rounds toward going back down stairs.

I finally made it back down to the first floor and was surprised to find quite a crowd around the stage in the main room. I circled the room and I could see the same group of colored guys working the girls around it. There was quite a group of guys now. I figured maybe as many as two dozen? I could see several girls in the middle up by the stage. Soon they set a young woman up on the stage and she began to dance. I could hear them talking to her.

“Ok Baby, you going to get naked for us now?”

“Yes. I am going to do just that for you.”

“Where’s your hubby Baby?”

“He is right here in front by the steps of the stage.”

Her blouse was gone and she was just lowering her short skirt.

“Oh ya Baby get those titties out bare for us so we can suck on em. You going to let us put you on a table so we can have you Baby?”

“You guys want my little white pussy?”

Her tits were free now swinging for them. She slipped her panties off and danced nude for them.

“Baby you said if you got naked for us we could have you is that right?”

“You wanted me on display, here I am.”

She let them pull her off the stage and carry her over to a table. As they laid her on her back on the table a nude colored guy stepped up between her thighs. She lifted her hips slightly and his black cock came up to her vagina and he slid smoothly up inside her! Her husband cheered her on as the guy began fucking her harder and harder.

I looked back at the stage and I stopped dead still. Danny was already up dancing in the center of the stage. Her blouse was open and her bare breasts could be seen swinging freely inside the edges of the open shirt. They began talking to her, teasing and telling her how sexy she was going to finally be!

“Come on Baby you are going to become sooooooo special for us. You are going to finally become the true woman you want to be. You wanta do this don’t ya, Baby? Tell us you want this Baby?”

She pulled the blouse wide open for the crowd to view her perfect breasts for all to see them.

“Come on Baby tell us you want this.”

I heard her moan softly. And a.

“Um huh.”

“Come on Baby you need to just say it for us tell them you want to do it. Tell us you need to become a whore for BBC.”

She had dropped the top and was in just her thong now.

“Come on Baby say you want us to do you right now, just say you want it now!”

“Yes, Yes, I will let you now!”

She was naked and two of them took her off the stage and carried her to the table just off the front of the stage. They positioned her there on her back and pulled her thighs wide as a Tipobet Giriş young black man stepped up between her legs. He placed the large head of his erect penis right in the opening of her vagina. And she screamed at him.

“Do it make me a slut.”

His hips slid forward and his cock slid smoothly up inside her til just his swollen nuts hung below her vagina. He began to fuck her hard. She moved back into him as they fucked.

“Yes, Make me the whore I am show them I am truely just that.”

As he groaned deeply when he came inside her she lifted her hips for the next guy as he stepped up and entered her and they began to fuck. I watched as she took the first six guys openly and fucked them openly as the crowd cheered her on. Several more guys stood waiting their turns. I moved off to make rounds.

It was much later when I came back down stairs and found Danny alone sitting on the edge of her table. I walked over to her.

“Do you need a ride home, Sweetheart?”

She looked up at me with a lost empty look in her eyes.

“Why, Jacks would you even offer to give me a ride home. I am sure you just watched me become a BBC whore publicly?”

“So you like to fuck? I already knew that Danny, so now I have seen you do it. How many did you fuck just now?”

“You really don’t know?”

“I watched the first six, Honey but I was working the party so I moved on.”

“So you didn’t see the next 8 fuck me?”

“Nope, only six, so the ride home?”

“I think I would enjoy the ride home Jacks. I will let you fuck me if you want to?”

“I told you Honey, I like to go out to dinner first. But to fuck you anytime is always an honor.”

She smiled at me and dropped her head.

“Help me find my clothes and I would love for you to take me home?”

We found Danny’s clothes and she dressed. I drove her slowly home. To my home. She looked at me without saying anything.

“Come inside with me.”

I took her inside and into my bedroom undressed her and once I was nude I joined her in my bed I held her tight and whisper to her.

“Go to sleep now little girl.”

She turned and kissed me. I heard her whisper back.

“Thank you.”

I woke early the next morning showered and dressed. I then started breakfast. I heard the shower running in my room and knew she would be down soon.

We ate our breakfast and sat over coffee. As we talked she ask why I’d brought her home to my home?

“I didn’t want you to be alone.”

“I was okay I just had a bit of shame to deal with, But I will get over it.”

“How is that?”

“There is another party next week and I am going to do it again. And again, and again, until I feel no shame.”

I was quiet for a bit.

“Does that upset you?”

“You are a grown woman Danny, you can do as you want. What I think does not really matter.”

“It could Jacks? Why haven’t we gone out again?”

“I have been trying to figure out exactly how I feel about you Danny?”

She looked at me with a little shocked look.

“Do you have feelings for me, Jacks?”

“My feelings are there for you Danny. I have just been trying to see how strong they are Honey?”

“Did my actions last night mess them up?”

“My feelings are a long way from my cock Danny. No I knew you enjoy fucking guys.”

“I have feelings for you too Jacks. That is why I fucked the boys publicly last night. I am trying to scare you off.”

When she looked up she had tears in her eyes that she quickly brushed away.

“You didn’t take me to dinner, but we did just have breakfast. So could we just go back upstairs and you fuck me?”

“Only if you go to dinner with me tonight.”

She nodded and I reached for her hand. Danny and I went out a couple times in the next week. And the party came around that she had talked about. Again I was ask to keep trouble down so I was there early.

Again I circled the three floors. And saw nothing that even looked like it could become a problem. Again the same group of colored guys were working the bottom stage. This time I saw what could turn into a problem. Five very nice looking couples that were white were all teasing their women about doing the dirty for the colored guys in public.

As I listened I figured out they were five married couples. and the guys were competing with each other about if his wife would really do it. All five were old enough to know better and good looking enough to be serious contenders to be teased by the group. One guy said his wife would really perform with the guys. The others were not quite as sure but they were all teasing their wives about doing it.

Up to this point it was just teasing, I made my usual circle but made a note to keep an eye on that stage for trouble to boil over. It was early yet so the chance was they would all get really drunk and go home. A few girls were just starting to venture off Tipobet upstairs for some sport fucking with the colored players that stayed up there.

I had ventured back around to downstairs as 10pm came around and the five couples were still at it. All five couples looked to be over thirty years old and I over heard some saying that they’d all been married more than ten years now. None of the wives would admit to having been blacked.

I was beginning to think I one guy who was bragging his wife was going to do it might be right. She really was beginning to act like she might do it. Another was really trying to get his wife in the mood to do it. The other three I could tell were mixed in their feelings. They wanted their wives to do it, but didn’t really think they would.

It was about 10:30pm and the guy who kept saying his wife was going to do it was really working on her. She was maybe the least cute of the five but still very good looking and had a good body.

He pushed her toward the steps to the stage and up she went. When she reached the stage she began to dance. Her little breasts were small but very nice and she shook them very sexy. Her panties finally came off and she was nude for all to see.

Two of the colored guys came to the steps but she stepped back/ I could see her mouthing questions to her husband and he was nodding for her to do it. She stepped up and held her hand out to them and she was lead off and over to a table near where her husband and the other husbands were cheering.

They quickly pulled her up over the table and spread her for a waiting nude guy who stepped quickly between her thighs and he entered her. Her eyes got huge as she realized she was being fucked by BBC. She soon hooked her legs over his hips and was giving him her little pussy completely. The husband and his friends were going crazy watching her fuck.

One of them looked back at the stage and pushed his friend to look at the stage. The man’s wife was up on it and maybe the best looking set of tits I had seen on the stage except for Danny’s were bare. She had the completely determined look on her face as she danced dropping her short skirt and then her thong to the stage .

Her shaved vagina was very wet and she was showing it. There was no hesitation when they reached for her. She followed them to a table near where her friend was fucking her third colored guy. They put her up on the table and she offered her pussy to the naked black guy who stepped up to her and he entered her in one clean thrust. She never looked around as she was suddenly just giving herself to him.

Her husband looked shocked but tried to look proud of her. The third wife was up dancing by now and they were cheering her on. She was a beautiful little dark haired woman and stunting in her dancing. Her tits came out and they actually may be better that Danny’s. The girls had made up their minds the husbands were going to get their wish.

She was soon on the next table and was giving it up totally to the men around her. The other two beautiful wives followed the first three and were soon all five fucking black guys. All but the first husband looked stunned. The guys from upstairs were all coming down and lining up for the feast on the tables. That is when I looked up on stage and Danny was already naked there. So six beautiful women were soon publicly fucking BBC.

I counted 56 young blacks involved in the fucking of the six women. I know more than 20 men fucked each of the five young wives. And I don’t actually know how many of the total number fucked Danny? But I do know the leader of the group lined up every black man there and had them stick their bare cock in Danny and she let them all do it. He glared at me the whole time. I made my round again.

It was after 2am when I rounded the small stage on the main floor. And found Danny still sitting on her very wet fuck table in now cold sperm. The cocky guy stood next to her talking to her.

“How about a ride home Danny? I will buy you dinner.”

“My man Jerome here is asking for a ride right now Jacks.”

“It is ok Danny. no worries. I won’t ask again.”

She looked up with a worried look and tears in her eyes.

“So have I got it done, Jacks?”

“What ever you want Baby.”

And I turned and walked away.

As I pushed the door open to go out I heard her scream my name.

“Jackson, Please Wait!”

And then I heard.

“You son of a bitch let go.”

As I turned I saw him slap her and knock her to the floor. In four strides I was back to him. I never stopped moving and I slipped the punch he threw at my head. The same over hand right I had nailed him with the first time broke his nose and blood went everywhere. But this time I shattered his jaw badly when I put him out.

I helped her to her feet.

“Sorry, I think I fucked up your ride.”

As I turned to walk out again she grabbed my arm.

“I Love you Jacks. Can you love me back?”

” I love you back “Danyella Cooper. But the bull shit stops now. You wanta fuck some guys you ask permission.”

“Will you make me Mrs. Jackson Garrett?”

And I did a week later.

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