Blooming Rose Ch. 02

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Just as a warning, while there is no incestuous sex within this chapter (just regular lesbian sex between two unrelated women), the subject does come up to a great degree and plays a big role in the story. If that bothers you, kindly hit the back button now and be on your way. Otherwise, let us push on to the next chapter in Rose’s life as she dives deeper into the world of That Lesbian Nudist Cult.

Rose couldn’t sleep that night. She tossed, she turned, she listened to soothing ocean sounds, she tried catching up on her reading…but nothing could quiet the whirlwind raging inside her mind. Her thoughts were like a storm, constantly beating her senses with images and noises she could do absolutely nothing to silence. And at the center of them all was her aunt, June. June running around in all her nakedness. June with her great breasts bouncing and heaving around. June with her toned physique rippling all over. June with her bare toes digging into the earth, her ass cheeks clapping, her pelvis gyrating, her vagina schlicking…

“Ugghhh!”

She pushed herself out of bed with a frustrated growl. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t get that image of her aunt humping the waitress out of her head, couldn’t get the sounds of her moans out of her ears, couldn’t get the deluge of strange feelings coming out of her…everything else. She needed to talk to someone about this, anyone. But there was only one person who could possibly answer her.

Unfortunately, June was in no shape to talk to Rose. The house was dark and quiet, and the older woman was lying still in her bed fast asleep, face-up with her hands on her belly and her legs pressed together. Fittingly, she didn’t have any covers on her; she was content to be as exposed in her slumber as she was in her waking life.

“Um, June?” Rose whispered, moving a hand to the woman’s shoulder to try and shake her awake. “June, can I…talk to you?”

“Mmmm,” the older woman murmured as she shifted her body around and changed her position. Her head rolled to the side, her hands slid off her stomach, her knees bent, her thighs rose, and her legs spread. Rose’s breath hitched and her stomach did flip-flops as she watched her aunt stretch her form out in a pose that could only be described as erotic. For a moment, she wondered if June was doing it on purpose, showing her naked body off to her niece. However, she remained locked in her peaceful slumber, blissfully unaware of Rose’s presence.

God, she’s so pretty, Rose thought as her eyes ran up and down June’s form, taking in her every nook and curve. She was like an oil painting pulled from the canvas and put into the real world. Even the shadows fell on her body in a painterly way, darkening parts of her flesh to make the others shine all the brighter. They dripped into the crooks of her neck, joining with her dark hair to form an almost perfect frame around her regal face. They pooled into her armpits and within the undersides of her breasts, making the great blue orbs stand out even more. They fell into her navel, drawing attention to her gentle breaths, and they gathered most darkly into the region between her legs, hiding her most private, sensitive area from the naked eye.

Rose found herself reaching unconsciously for her aunt’s cell phone, peeling it off the bedside table and turning it on. She made no move to make a call, for she had no one she wanted to talk to at this hour. Nor did she opt to activate the camera. All she wanted from the device right now was the tiny amount of light its screen would provide, just enough to push back the shadows guarding June’s womanly mound. She was not disappointed. The faint light illuminated everything between June’s legs. The first thing Rose noticed was the rune-like symbol tattooed on her inner thigh. She recognized it as the Sigil of Zenriah, the sacred mark of her aunt’s religion and the truest transcription of the Goddess’ name. Rose had half a mind to trace the Sigil’s curves, which looked quite feminine in and of themselves, but she stopped herself when her eyes strayed farther up the nudist’s anatomy and fell into her now exposed sex. June’s labial lips were spread wide apart and her silky folds, usually pink but currently glowing an ethereal blue in the soft light, bloomed before the brunette like a great, beautiful flower. They shimmered wondrously with moisture like drops of dew in the moonlight, and as the younger girl inhaled their essence, she detected a faint fragrance of mint mixed with peach.

It was strange. Rose always used to think vaginas looked icky and smelled gross, but this one…it was different. It smelled wonderful and it looked gorgeous, like everything else about her aunt. She wanted to look at this vagina, touch this vagina, smell it, lick it, taste it, entrap herself inside of it.

She moved both the phone and her face closer. The scent grew thicker, the petals grew larger, and more and more of her world was being taken in by that great mass of blue. She felt Bostancı travesti herself dive even deeper into its inner workings, past all the rippling layers of flesh until she could just see the orifice leading straight into the interior of her aunt’s body. It was a tiny hole that faintly pulsed open and closed, almost looking like it was whispering, telling Rose to come inside and be with her beloved aunt forever…

“Mmmm…rossssss…” June murmured again, closing her legs and with them her sex before rolling on her side until she was facing Rose. The young brunette yelped, dropped the phone onto the bed, fell back with a start, and for a moment feared that she had just woke the older woman up. Luckily, she hadn’t; June was still fast asleep, but with that relief, there came a sudden, horrifying realization in Rose.

What am I doing? She was leering at her aunt, looking at her naked body, at her sexual organs like a piece of meat! It was abnormal, it was wrong, and it was absolutely disgusting! And she…she wasn’t a lesbian at all! She was totally, completely, one hundred percent straight…right?

Rose didn’t wait to answer. She just scurried out of the room and retreated back to her own, forgetting entirely why she felt the need to go see her aunt at this hour. If she needed to sleep, she would just have to brute-force her way to it.

Rose didn’t remember what happened next after she hurled herself onto her mattress. She thought she recalled feeling even more tingly than before, then electrifying, then wet all over. And the next thing she knew, she was opening her eyes to daylight and somehow fully rested.

One thing was for sure: it wouldn’t be the last time she would sneak into her aunt’s room at night.

***

Rose roused herself awake, only to squint as sunlight hit her eye. Had she been dreaming? It felt like she had been. Where else would she get kidnapped and carried off by a naked Amazon in her own workplace? But as her daze lightened and her eyes grew used to the brightness, she suddenly found herself looking directly into a pair of very large and very bare bosoms, pale save for the familiar rune-like symbol tattooed upon the left one. And that was when she realized that hadn’t been a dream at all.

“Oh, you’re back,” said Carol. “That’s good. I was afraid I might have broken you. I’m still getting used to this newfound strength the Goddess has given me.”

“Uh…where…am I?’ said Rose as she gazed tiredly around, trying to take in her surroundings. She and Carol appeared to be sitting outside at a table, and there were people all around them, eating, laughing, talking among themselves, and stealing very frequent and obvious glances at the nude woman in their midst.

“Sasha’s,” said Carol. “They serve a bit of everything here, which makes it ideal for relative strangers to…get to know one another.”

Something brushed against Rose’s leg underneath the table, but before she could so much as jump, it had already pulled away. “Oh. I…I see.”

“Um…would you two like anything to drink…ladies?” said a new and very unsure voice that came out of nowhere. With a frightened jump, Rose looked up to see a nervous-looking waiter, who was holding his notepad cartoonishly close to his face like he was trying to block everything else from his vision.

“Just water for me, thanks,” said Carol. “And what would you like, Rose?”

“Iced tea!” the bespectacled girl gasped.

“Okay, I’ll…get…back to you then,” stammered the waiter and he was gone in a flash.

Carol giggled as she watched him run off like a frightened rabbit. “Poor boy. Doesn’t look like he’s ever seen a naked woman before. Or maybe he has and got his face slapped for his efforts. What do you think?”

“Uh, me? Uh, I mean…I guess?” Shoot, what did Carol just ask her?

“Well, unlike all those prudes, I wouldn’t mind if he looked at me,” said Carol. “If I saw a naked woman, I’d look too. Especially at these.” She gripped the undersides of her boobs and massaged them tenderly, squeezing and pushing the great balls of girl-flesh upward and outward in Rose’s direction, as if she was daring the young woman to ogle them. She succeeded; Rose’s eyes fell upon the large, contorting orbs and followed their every squish, jiggle, and bounce. “In fact, I might even ask her if I could touch them.”

“I…don’t think she would like that,” said Rose.

“You’d never know if you didn’t try,” said Carol as she released her breasts and let them bounce back into their original shapes and positions. “And as a matter of fact, I personally would love to have a cute girl fondle my breasts. Who knows? Maybe one will.” She turned her head slowly around in a half-circle taking in all the people around her and paying special attention to all the women she found attractive.

“I guess…anything could happen,” Rose mumbled, deciding to turn her attention to the menu and away from the nudist who was doing everything she could to flaunt her Bostancı travestileri figure. Not unlike a certain aunt of hers.

No, I can’t think about her. Not now. Not with all these people around me.

“Is something the matter?” said Carol, tilting her head questioningly as she studied the strained expression on her co-worker’s face.

“No, nothing. Just an itch on my nose is all,” muttered Rose, taking off her glasses and giving her nose a light rub to make her lie look more convincing. It wasn’t a good one, but it was all she could think of right now.

“Hm.” Carol pursed her lips doubtfully. For a moment, Rose feared she was going to push the subject. Luckily, it was at that moment when the waiter arrived with their beverages.

“Are you ladies ready to order or do you need more time?” he said, once again practically gluing his face to his notepad to avoid gawking at the naked woman too openly.

Carol perked up instantly, giving her bare boobs another healthy bounce and snatching Rose’s eyes with them. “Oh yes. I’ll have the smoked turkey pastrami sandwich on rye. And Rose, what would you like?”

“Breasts,” the bespectacled girl said mindlessly, her eyes following the two creamy globes that just never seemed to sit still on Carol’s chest.

“E-excuse me?” stammered the poor waiter.

Realization smacked Rose. “Uh-uh, I mean…” Her eyes rolled across the menu, desperately looking for something to save her dignity. “Chicken breast! Teriyaki! Over brown rice!”

“Uh, right. Chicken teriyaki with brown rice,” murmured the waiter before he darted off again.

Rose slumped into her chair with a blush, not believing she just said that. She was losing her mind just being around this shameless woman. However, she didn’t have enough time to rail at herself before she felt something run down and tickle the length of her leg again, and this time she was better able to identify it. It was a foot. A very bare foot belonging to a very bare woman, who was flashing a very wide grin that threatened to split her face in two.

“So, Rose, what’s a young thing like you doing working in a boring, stuffy office at this time of year?” said Carol.

Rose didn’t have any idea why she asked that question after her little slip, but she was thankful she at least wasn’t expecting an explanation. “Um, I…felt I should get some experience working in an office environment this summer?”

“Mmm, you know no one has ever died wishing they spent more time in the office,” said Carol. “Young people like you shouldn’t be crammed in such soul-sucking locale doing useless busywork for no pay. You should be out in the real world getting real experience.”

“What qualifies as real experience?” asked Rose, who couldn’t help but feel it was a little off to hear the nudist call her young when Carol hardly looked much older. Her features were soft, her skin was perfect, and her hair was glossy. She honestly looked like she would be going back to college with Rose at the end of the month. Which was funny because Rose swore the woman was at least a decade older than her, and that she looked the part the scant few times she saw her last week.

Just like…her.

“Literally anything else,” said Carol. To emphasize the point, she prodded Rose’s foot with her own and pawed at the edge of her heel with her toes as if she was trying to pry it off. “Don’t you have any friends you should be hanging out with this summer? Or family?”

“My friends scattered all over the country for summer. And my family…my parents went on a second honeymoon. There is…there is no one who wants to see me at this time.”

No one at all.

“Hm, that’s unfortunate,” said Carol, her voice sounding almost sad. “To truly have no one be there for you, even if only for a short time. I couldn’t stomach that feeling at all.”

“Did you ever experience that feeling?” said Rose.

“I…suppose I did, once. When my husband died many years ago, I thought my own life was over.”

“Oh…I’m sorry,” said Rose. It seemed that somehow, this conversation had dredged up some painful memories for the older woman. She didn’t mean for that to happen. Why did Rose have to make everything worse for everyone?

Carol simply waved her apology away. “It’s good of you to say so, but you don’t need to. But as I was saying, I thought my life was over when that happened. I still had my two daughters of course, but I couldn’t just turn to them for emotional support, not while they were still so young and just as devastated as I was. But luckily, I was able to find love from…other people in unexpected ways. And now that I’ve converted to Zenrism, I will always have someone ready to give me love.” She sighed wistfully as she stared at her breast, specifically at the tattoo on it, which she began to stroke affectionately. “No matter where I am.”

“From the many girlfriends and wives you have in your religion?” asked Rose. “Or the Goddess, Zenriah?”

Carol looked Travesti bostancı up at Rose with a smile. “Ah, so you are familiar with my religion. I take it you’ve read the flier we passed out?”

“Uh, yes…the…flier,” Rose stammered, realizing she might have said a little too much. “Yeah, that’s where I learned it from. From the flier.”

Carol leaned forward, letting her large breasts spill over the table and on top of her arms that she had folded neatly on it. The soft, womanly flesh quivered hypnotically. “So what do you think?” she said, her voice dropping to a very sensual whisper. “Are you interested in learning more, Rose Yuren? About us? About the Goddess?” Her foot crept seductively up Rose’s leg again. “Or…just about me?”

Rose stiffened. The sound of Carol’s voice, the teasing way she was touching her, and the way she was looking at Rose under excited, hooded eyes…it all felt so familiar to her. As did the rapid beating in her heart, the pulsing, tingling sensation in her loins, and the sudden urge to run away.

Her hands shook uncontrollably, so much she could hear them rattling on the table. So Carol reached over and took them into her own hands, slowly entwining her fingers around the younger girl’s balled-up fists. They were so soft, so soothing, so gentle, just as hers had been. But they were also strong; Rose could feel the raw power coursing through them as they gripped her. And it was then she realized that this time, there would be no running away.

***

I could just look at her forever.

Rose sighed wistfully as she gazed at her aunt’s sleeping form for the umpteenth time. Every night it had been the same thing; she would wait for June to fall asleep, then sneak into her room and watch her. She watched the up and down motions of her chest and stomach as she breathed. She watched her as she rolled her body around. She watched her face which never ceased to look peaceful and angelic. She watched how June’s hands would wander around her body, sometimes caressing her most sensitive regions. And Rose especially watched how her legs bent, stretched, and spread.

She would watch June sleep for irregular periods of time. Sometimes for just a few minutes, and sometimes for close to an hour. It was really creepy and inappropriate, but Rose couldn’t help it! June was just so beautiful and she couldn’t get enough of her. Even though she spent every day from the past week in the perpetually naked woman’s presence.

But…that was going to come to an end soon. For this was the last night she would be spending in June’s company. Rose’s father would be coming at around noon to pick her up and the bespectacled girl would have no choice but to hug her aunt one last time, say goodbye and leave. Never to see her naked body again for at least another few months. Never to touch it again for at least another few months.

I wonder what it would be like to be carried in her arms, she thought, eying the limbs as they dangled loosely in front of the older woman, who was currently resting on her side. I wonder what it would be like to be…touched by her fingers.

The cawing of a crow outside broke Rose out of her reverie and made her glance at the nearest window. It was bright out. Shoot, was it morning already? How long had Rose been watching her aunt? She needed to get out of here fast before the alarm went off. If June woke up and found herself looking straight into her niece’s eyes, Rose would most assuredly die of either shame or cardiac arrest. At least she hoped she would; death would be a far more preferable fate than trying to explain to her aunt why she was gawking at her while she slept.

She tip-toed back to her room, closed the door, and set about the laborious task of packing up the rest of her belongings. Goddess, she was going to be really sleepy today. Hopefully, she’d be able to stay awake by the time her dad arrived. However, after finishing that thought, Rose paused. Did she just think ‘Goddess’ in place of ‘God?’ Heh, she really was picking up on her aunt’s new habits.

Still, she couldn’t help but think there was something rather fascinating about Zenrism. A religion that required all its women to roam around in the buff 24-7 and engage in a lot of lesbian sex…how did that ever become legal? How were women able to live that way? And why were so many willing to join it, including June? Rose really wished she had asked June more about it. She couldn’t see herself ever converting, but still, it was stoking her curiosity. What snippets she heard about its mythology sounded really intriguing from an academic point of view. Most gods that Rose knew seemed to create humans just because they could, but Zenriah created them, specifically women, to stave off Her loneliness and bring Herself everlasting companionship and love. It was rather romantic, all things considered.

The alarm went off in June’s room and the nude woman roused herself awake. Seeing that she had everything all packed up, Rose decided now was as good a time as any to come out, place her stuff over by the door for easy transport, and greet her aunt. The two women exchanged their pleasantries as they met in the hall and made their respective trips to different chambers of the house before convening in the kitchen to have coffee and breakfast.

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Asian Sexfight Championship Ch. 04

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This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, and the progress, twists and turns of the Asian Sexfight Championship will be found by reading the entire series.

Buoyed by the first three Round One contests I had seen (see Chp 2 the anal plug still inserted in her arse. Her tits taken from a 32B to a 36C by a trusted colleague stood upright unnaturally while her toned sleek belly, honed by hours in the gym, sucked in deep gulps of air through her open mouth. Standing above her was the slim 32 B 23 32 Vietnamese. You pay your money and take your pick. American-style artificial or slim natural Asian. I prefer the latter, though I will always look at the former.

Nha Trung lowered her head and her tongue extended Bornova travesti to part the wet cunt lips and began to probe. She found the very long clit inside, now standing upright and still quivering and her tongue worked lower and finally found the depths of the thirty-one-year-old cunt hole of her opponent. She was leaking juice freely and the Vietnamese champ gleefully sucked up the nectar. But Arfar Jalil was desperate and put everything into a final effort. Perhaps Nha Trung was overconfident, already thinking ahead to the fact that another victory over Zhang Wu (if they met in the final) would finish the 45-year-old Hong Kong resident as a challenger or a contest with the next big thing, the Thai Jasmine, was only eighteen and had made it known she would be the Bornova travestileri champ at a younger age than Nha had. Yes, she thought to herself, I am going to establish a dynasty as champion starting now.

Anyway, instead of continuing her doggy fucking of the Malaysian Muslim she was now entwined in 69 and finding that Arfar possessed a tongue to rival Gene Simmons of KISS. Her tongue probed deeper and deeper into the Vietnamese. She had had an operation to cut the fold under her tongue so she could extend it almost six inches and another to split the end in two for an inch so it resembled a snake’s tongue. Almost three inches were inside Nha’s cunt and she was rearing off the bed as the long, lingual member probed in and out.

“Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Four Travesti bornnova inches and the Vietnamese was clamping her legs around the Malaysian’s head and then four and a half inches as the Malaysian took control. Then Arfar stuck her tongue in as deep as she could go and began to move the two tips independently around searching for her G spot.

“Eeeeighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnooooooooooooooooooooooooo.”

Nha orgasmed and her muscles gripped at Arfar’s tongue, pulling it deeper inside, dragging almost five inches out of the surgeon. She nearly came again immediately, the tongue-cock working around and around and pulling back; this time the two tips entwining around the champ’s clit, then plunged five inches deep into the Vietnamese. Over and over, again and again, she played this formula as the moaning, wailing Nha reared and twisted beneath her. Again she trapped her clit between the two tips of her tongue and went to work only to have her tongue nearly pulled out by the roots as over five inches were sucked back in from Nha’s second explosive orgasm.

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Chapter 1

Unfortunately, life never turned out the way my parents expected. Sure, they made me study and go to a good college, but that didn’t mean I was going to turn into the successful doctor or lawyer they wanted me to be.

I just wasn’t motivated. Knowing I would never achieve the success they wanted left me in a real tailspin. I ended up dropping out and going from low-wage job to low-wage job. However, I eventually found something that paid much better than anything I had ever done before.

One of my friends from college… she was a fuck up too… introduced me to a whole new world I never imagined myself in. It wasn’t a career, but it was at least a way I could make some quick cash and make ends meet until something better came along.

I wouldn’t consider myself a porn star. There was just a small company Tiffany worked for that would do low-budget films for girls who needed money. You could bring in someone you knew, and do a couple naughty things, and they would pay you for it.

I don’t know how Tiffany found it. One of her friends must have brought the idea up to her, just like she did to me. But every now and then, we would just shoot a little ten-minute video together, and collect enough money to last us a month or two.

To save even more, we got a little apartment together. We were like business partners, paving a way for our financial futures. We just had to have little naughty sessions sometimes… that’s all.

The best part of all was it wasn’t anything too crazy. Because they were a low budget company, they didn’t expect us to do anything super nasty. Hell, just being able to work with someone I knew instead of random strangers was all I needed to hear.

There were specific fetishes we tackled, nothing too bad. One video I spanked her, another video I licked her pussy, and some videos we just made-out for a little.

As hard as it was to swallow my pride and accept I was in the adult film industry, I at least had the satisfaction of knowing I didn’t do anything humiliating. As much as I loved Tiffany, she was such a weak bitch, so I was always in control on camera. Not that it matters, but I wouldn’t want strangers seeing me look submissive.

It was great because there were no emotional ties between us. I wasn’t even a lesbian, and I’m sure she wasn’t either. Just two friends doing some silly things, then spending all the money we wanted on the material things we desired.

We had it all worked out. It was a small company so we didn’t have to worry about that many people finding out. We even had fake names. I went by Candy… my real name is Cindy, by the way; and Tiff went by Karma.

One Saturday afternoon, my friend and I came in, not only to shoot another film, but to pick up the paycheck from our previous video. As much as I wanted to be paid on the spot, it always depended on the views we got after the first week.

When we walked in, we had to brush past two other girls who were about to shoot before us. I don’t know what it was about them, but I had a natural disdain for them both.

I never actually saw them in action. I just saw them before and afterwards, wearing their sloppy sweats as the scenes were being set up and broken down.

Maybe I disliked them because of how sloppy they looked. I wasn’t rich, but I at least tried to make myself presentable when I stepped out the door. Not wear some ugly ass baggy clothes.

It also could have been their size. Tiffany and I were only five-two, and we were barely a hundred pounds. I’m not sure how tall or heavy these girls were, but looking at them in their sweats, they look like pigs compared to us.

I could tell they didn’t like us either. They walked past us with smug looks, having their noses in the air. They must have thought they were too good for us because they were veterans and we were little rookies.

Somehow in my mind, the thicker of the two was the one who started the friction in the first place. Although I never talked to her, it was her fault for never talking to me. I wasn’t even sure if she spoke English, to be honest.

Whatever their problem was, I was just glad I didn’t have to deal with them past the few times we crossed each other’s paths. I wasn’t the type to get along with other girls anyway, so I didn’t even care that I would never be friends with these pigs.

As well as I had it, things came to an unprecedented turn when the producer called us into his office. Not knowing what could possibly be going on, I walked in with a snooty attitude and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“The last video you two did… the views were actually pretty low,” he responded, with a stern look on his face. “Unfortunately, your paychecks are going to reflect it.”

“How could that be?” I asked, shaking my head in disgust. “Did they not see the way I licked Karma’s pussy?”

“They must have seen it the time before,” he responded, shrugging his shoulders. “Or the time before that… or the Konak Travestileri time before that… or even the time before that…. As pretty as you girls are, the viewers don’t want to watch you two do the same exact thing, over and over.”

I rolled my eyes, frustrated that anyone would pass a chance to watch two cuties like Tiffany and me eating each other out. I know I wasn’t the most adventurous, but every little pervert in the world should be honored to watch me submit Karma.

“So, what do you suggest we do?” my friend asked, looking eager to right the ship. This was our only way of income, unfortunately. We had all our eggs in one basket, despite promising ourselves this was only temporary.

“Well, the easiest suggestion would be for you to partner up with someone else.”

Tiff and I looked at each other, furrowing our eyebrows in confusion. “But we don’t know anyone else,” I responded.

“It’s not that you have to find someone else,” he explained, leaving us scratching our heads. “We have other girls you can do a session with.”

I began chuckling at the audacity of being paired with someone other than my friend. Tiffany was the whole reason I got into this in the first place. “Like who?” I scoffed, daring him to piss me off.

“Hear me out,” the producer responded, holding his hands out like he was preparing for a negative reaction, and a negative reaction he was about to receive, indeed. “I was thinking… maybe Karma could be partnered with Bianca, and Candy could be partnered with Steffanie.”

“Who the fuck are Bianca and Steffanie?” I asked, shaking my head like I was offended.

The director then pointed behind us, confirming my worst fear. It was the two bitches I had never gotten along with. And of course, Steffanie was the one I disliked the most.

“I’m not partnering with that pig!” I sneered at the producer, blowing steam out of my nostrils. “I’m not partnering with anyone besides Karma, first of all! But if I WAS going to partner with someone else, it definitely wouldn’t be her!”

Once again, the producer tried to calm me down with his stupid logic. “Hey, hey, hey… I’m not trying to make you do anything you don’t want to do. I’m just suggesting we shake things up since your numbers have been so low. And since she’s already here…”

I then took a moment to look down at my paycheck. Unfortunately, anxiety began rushing through my little body as I saw the incredibly low number. And with the anxiety came the reality that I wouldn’t be able to buy as much as I normally did, considering how irresponsible I am.

“Your checks are only going to get lower and lower unless you do something drastic.”

I wanted to stomp my feet but I didn’t want to come off any more spoiled than I already looked. “But why her?!” I asked, looking back and gazing upon the bigger woman.

“Well, she gets a lot of views,” he explained, leaving me floored.

How could she possibly get so many views? I wondered to myself. Her hair is nice and shiny black, and her lips are full, but she’s not all that… I guess men just like fat girls…

Unfortunately, the producer was done playing games with me. Really putting me through the fire, he explained, “Look… with the amount of views you’re bringing in, it doesn’t really make sense to keep shooting and producing videos for you unless you do something different. Either you do the shoot with Steffanie, or you can find another company to produce your videos.”

With a big groan, I looked down at my paycheck one more time before finally asking the important question. “Just how much does that pig normally make compared to me?”

“I don’t know… maybe ten times more than you?”

My jaw almost hit the floor as the words went through my ears. “Ten times?!”

“Maybe a little more, maybe a little less…”

Suddenly, the idea of changing things up didn’t sound so bad. However, I still didn’t want to be partnered with that sloppy woman. The producer and I went back and forth a few more times, but he had my attention now that he made me realize how lucrative it could be.

After a big eye roll and a loud sigh of despair, I finally responded, “Fine!” This was already a career I wasn’t too crazy about. I figured I might as well lower my standards a bit more if it meant it could get more money.

I don’t know how he did it, but the producer talked to the pig before coming back and telling me she agreed to do the shoot. I didn’t watch the conversation, though; Tiffany and I were too busy talking, trying to convince ourselves everything would be okay, so I didn’t get to see the woman’s reaction.

“So, what’s the scene?” I asked the producer, knowing I probably wouldn’t like any answer he had to give me.

“Well, since this is the first time you’ve worked with her, I figured you two could just go to the bed and work something out together. I just want you to do whatever you’re comfortable with.”

I know he told me Konak Travesti to talk to her, but I immediately started making demands to him. “I want to be in charge like I always am with Karma. That bitch may be more popular than me, but I’m the hot one in the scene. I’ll agree to kiss that nasty woman, but no tongue, lips only. And she needs to go at my pace!”

The director cut me off, staring at me with an annoyed face. “Like I said… you can work out the details with her.”

Being so desperately in need of money after maxing out all my credit cards, like the responsible woman I am, I let the producer and the dollar signs convince me to shoot right then and there. With one final eye roll, I took off my cute little outfit and went to the bed to wait for the sloppy woman.

Wearing only a black bra and G-string set, I waited impatiently on the bed with my legs crossed and my arms folded. Even though I was unhappy about working with the slutty actress, I knew I would at least get an ego boost from knowing how good I would look compared to her.

Despite my skinny frame, I was curvy for a girl my size. My boobs weren’t too bad, and I had a little rump on me, not to mention my smooth thighs. It had been years since I worked out, but I was just naturally attractive. However, compared to the pig I was about to work with, I’m sure I was going to look as tiny as a grain of rice.

Putting my long black hair up in a messy bun, I watched the bigger woman approach the bed. It almost annoyed me that she was still wearing those ugly sweats. They were so baggy; I was sure she was just wearing them to hide her terrible body.

As she climbed onto the bed with me, I began speaking to her for the first time. Sounding like the high maintenance girl that I am, I started spewing off at the mouth, “I don’t know if anybody already told you, but I’m always the more aggressive one. Just follow my lead. Oh yeah, and no tongue kissing. Just touch my lips and make a loud smacking sound…”

After rambling on for a few more seconds, I suddenly noticed the woman wasn’t paying me any attention. Not only had she not acknowledged any of my demands, she never even looked in my direction!

Either she doesn’t speak English or she’s just a rude bitch, I thought to myself, almost steaming from the idea that I had to rely on her for my income.

Taking a peek at the producer, I contemplated walking off set, but before I could say anything to him, he yelled, “Okay, starting in thirty seconds!”

After he said that, I noticed my partner actually getting herself ready. She pulled her sweater over her head, finally allowing me to see her body for the first time. With my assumption that she was going to have a big sloppy stomach, I prepared myself to hold in my vomit. I almost didn’t want to look, but there was something about disasters that made it impossible for me to look away.

As I set my gaze upon her body, I suddenly found myself frozen completely still. Her boobs were pretty big, and they actually looked really good in this black lacey bra she was wearing. But much more shocking than that, as my eyes drifted down, I realized… her stomach was completely flat! As a matter of fact, it was toned!

How could this be?! I asked myself, still staring at her fit body. I assumed she was fat for some reason, but I had never actually seen her in anything but baggy sweats.

Things only got worse when she removed her sweatpants. She was wearing a matching lace thong, and she had a perfectly round ass. And although her thighs were big, they were nicely sculpted, like she was some kind of athlete.

For like the first time ever, I found myself… intimidated! Her hair was in a much tighter bun than mine. Her lips were thicker and glossier than my little lips. Her boobs were much bigger than her ass was much thicker.

She was taller and curvier than I was, but still elegantly sexy at the same time. Even her underwear was better than mine. It was no wonder she made so much more money than I did!

It wasn’t just intimidation I was feeling as she scooted up next to me. There was some jealousy there as well, and I still didn’t like her for the way she acted in the past, not to mention her resting bitch face.

As awkward as it was, I made my way towards her lips when the cameras started rolling. Just as I had demanded, we started off just suckling on each other’s lips, barely even swapping saliva.

To my surprise, I could feel her arm wrapping around and pulling me closer. I didn’t want to get too close, but she was so strong, I couldn’t resist without making it look bad on camera.

Slowly, it started to feel as if she was taking control of the kissing. The women’s thick lips were getting aggressive against my small mouth. And as she began sucking on my bottom lip, I felt her hand sliding down to my ass.

I panicked in my own head, as she groped my little tushy. Unfortunately, she had me secured by my bottom lip and Travesti konak my tush, so I couldn’t even get away.

Trying to prove that I was the dominant woman in the scene, I began kissing harder, trying to outdo her. We made smacking noises and we started to swap more spit as we sucked on each other’s lips.

Like the bitch she was, whenever I turned up the heat, she just had to top me. Even though I was kissing her hard, I felt like I was struggling to not look so weak compared to her.

To make matters worse, the curvy woman did exactly what I told her not to do by sticking her tongue in my mouth. I was so surprised by the sudden move, a subtle moan escaped my mouth as her tongue massaged mine.

She groped my ass so hard, I was pressed right up against her. Despite her size advantage, I tried to reach my little arms around and grab a chunk of her fat ass. Unfortunately, even though I got a piece, it still looked weak compared to the way she was controlling me, with her hand rubbing up and down my little bottom.

Once again, I tried to outdo that bitch by turning up the heat. I met her tongue with mine, and sword fought back and forth as we moaned into each other’s mouths.

With every second that went by, I felt weaker as she dominated me with her physical presence. Thinking of any way I could control the situation, I reached around and unhooked her bra with one hand.

Steffanie was far from fazed, keeping her eyes closed and her hand squeezing my ass cheek apart from the other one. With her free hand, she removed her own bra, making my eyes pop open as she revealed the nicest set of tits I had ever seen.

I realized the mistake I made when she returned the favor by removing my bra. Looking nowhere near as confident as she did, I had my bra ripped off, revealing my smaller chest. Side by side with her, my tits looked embarrassingly tiny compared to hers.

To make matters worse, Steffanie pulled me in, with one hand on the back of my head, and the other still groping my little rump. I did the best I could not to flail my arms around, but I was struggling as her impressive tits pressed against mine.

As I tried to make another effort to save myself from looking so weak, she did something that absolutely put me in my place. Steffanie grabbed me by my messy bun and threw me over her lap as she sat on the edge of the bed. Before I even knew what was going on, she was giving my poor tushy a humiliating spanking with her unforgiving hand.

I know we were shooting a porno, and it was supposed to be sensual, but I was seriously struggling over her lap as she spanked my little ass. My eyes were closed, and my mouth was stuck wide open, letting out embarrassing little whimpers as she punished my booty.

This is so humiliating! I screamed in my head as I let out a trembling moan. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get any words out, but every time she spanked me, I whined and gasped for air.

For some reason, the humiliation of getting handled and spanked by a dominant woman like Steffanie had me moaning louder and louder. There was something about it… I can’t explain… but I was tingling inside… and my G-string was so… wet!

The stronger woman then tossed me to the center of the bed and pounced on me like I was her prey. With me on my back, and Steffanie cradling my head in her arm, she pressed her curvy body up against my side and had her way with me.

She started ripping my thong off, and since I was her bitch at that moment, I helped her do it. Then, without words, she allowed me to suck on her tit by placing her nipple right in my face. I was her fragile baby, desperate for milk, and she was my mommy, providing me with the nurture I needed.

Even though I wasn’t a lesbian, she turned me on more than any man could ever hope to with the way she gently tickled my vulnerable clitoris. It sent tingles up and down my exposed body, causing me to close my legs from the strong sensation. She then spread my legs apart with her own and started making out with me while tantalizing my clit again.

I swear, I never struggled so hard in my life. As much as I disliked the bitchy woman, I was giving her everything I had through my lips and tongue. But as hard as I tried, she easily tamed and handled me, making me feel like there was nothing I could do to please her.

My eyes rolled back, and my lower body began to thrust uncontrollably. In all the scenes I had ever shot before, I had almost always faked my orgasms. In my mind, I was in denial at first, but then it came too fast for me to even react.

Before I could wrap my mind around what was developing inside my body, the orgasm shot through me like a rocket ship penetrating the atmosphere. My body bounced up and down, and I could hardly continue kissing, but Steffanie took care of me in my time of need, and continued giving me all the care I could ever ask for.

I thought my orgasm was going to last forever. It just flowed and flowed as endorphins rushed to the ends of my body. The hot mistress never stopped kissing me, even when I was frozen solid.

Despite being on Cloud-Nine, I could tell when one orgasm subsided and another one began. It was like a second explosion, erupting before the first one even settled.

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Peter had always loved his wife Elaine since he first saw her at university. Whilst it was love at first sight for him it took Elaine a while to notice him or even tolerate his advances. Peter was delighted when Elaine finally gave in and agreed to go on a date with him. After that first date they dated for a few years then after Elaine finally agreed to marry him. Elaine grew to love him but only agreed to marry him when she found out his parents were very rich.

Whilst Elaine found Peter to be a boring less than adequate lover, she liked his gentle respectful love for her. Elaine watched Peter climb the corporate ladder to become a powerful successful accountant. Peter loved his work and was well liked by everyone who worked with him. Just before their fifth wedding anniversary a young woman came to work with Peter. Peter felt an instant connection with this new colleague finding out thart she was called Nicky when she was introduced to him on her first day at work.

Peter admired her short red hair, perfect facial features, her pale freckled skin, strong arms, small pert AA cup breasts, slim waist, flat stomach, powerful thighs, pert butt, and slender legs. Her strength fascinated him, so he tried to befriend her as quickly as she could. He felt excited every time he saw her feeling captivated by her presence. After working together for a while Peter decided it was time that he got to know Nicky better.

“How do you like working here Nicky” Peter asked trying not to blush.

“I like it.” Replied Nicky.

“That’s good to know. I think you’re doing well and am sure you have a bright future with us.” Peter told her.

“I would like to get to know you better Nicky and wonder if you would go for a drink with me on Friday?” Peter asked Nicky hoping she didn’t notice that he was blushing as he asked her on a date.

“Sorry, don’t think that is going to happen because I am a lesbian I don’t like men.” Replied Nicky.

Peter sat there thinking about Nicky’s telling him she was a lesbian feeling suddenly extremely aroused that she had just rejected his request to take her out for drinks because is a lesbian. He suddenly felt more excited as she started imaging what it would be like to introduce Nicky to his wife Elaine and to encourage Nicky to seduce his wife into being her lesbian lover.

Taking out his mobile phone Peter showed Nicky a nice picture of his wife Elaine saying, “if you don’t want to go for drinks with me would you like to go for drinks or a meal with my wife Elaine instead?”

Nicky took hold of Peters mobile phone and looked at the picture of Peters’ wife admiring her shoulder length red hair smooth freckled skin, green eyes, small pert breasts, and athletic firm strong figure. Peter felt excitedly as he watched Nicky admire his wife’s picture with an excited smile.

“I would love to meet your wife Elaine but be careful she might just fall in love with me!” Nicky warned Peter.

Peter felt a rush of excitement as he imaged introducing his wife to a strong powerful masculine lesbian like Nicky and to watching her being seduced and turned lesbian.

“Do you really think you have what it takes to get my beautiful straight wife to fall in love with you?” asked Peter hoping that Nicky would say yes and that she wanted his wife.

“Of course, its child’s play for me to get straight beautiful women into my bed. In fact, once I’ve fucked them, they never go back to their boyfriends or husbands. I know I can turn her lesbian so be careful Peter as I am so good at this.” Replied Nicky.

“So, if I begged you to come to my home and get to know my wife Elaine, seduce her into being your lesbian lover, would you?” asked Peter with a gasping excited panting voice that let Nicky know he was serious.

Nicky burst out laughing at Peter as she sat listening to her married boss put out feelers about begging her to seducing and stealing his wife from him. The thought of turning a straight married woman lesbian intrigued and excited her.

“Are you sure you can handle my getting your wife to prefer me to you?” asked Nicky giggling excitedly.

“Yes, I can handle it. In fact, I want my wife to prefer you to me. Please do it.” Pleaded Peter.

“You must know that If I succeed and get your wife to be my lesbian lover and partner especially if we fall in love with each other there will be no going back for you. If she becomes my lover, I will never let you touch her again and if you try I will kick your ass so hard!” laughed Nicky.

“Don’t worry that is just want I want to happen. Please beat me up, kick me between my legs and hurt me if I try to get in your way or try to kiss my wife when she is your lesbian lover.” Peter begged Nicky.

“This is your last chance Konak Travestileri to avoid being humiliated and destroyed sexually and romantically in your wife’s eyes!” Nicky finally warned.

“Please don’t worry about me just come and get the woman you want please come to my home and take my wife to be your lesbian lover and if you need or want to humiliate and hurt me then please do it.” Panted Peter excitedly.

“Ok, fix it up. Its up to you to help me get to your wife so that I can work my magic with her. Now kiss my feet to seal the contract.” Laughed Nicky.

Peter eagerly knelt at Nicky’s feet and kissed Nicky’s feet lovingly licking Nicky’s shoes. After kissing Nicky’s feet for 10 minutes, he stood up to face Nicky to thank her for letting him kiss her feet to be rewarded with a hard slap across his face with her right hand. Nicky gasped excitedly as she felt the palm her right hand slapping his face savouring the hard slapping noise and feeling a new blissful rush of sexual excitement as she watched him grimace in pain and shock as she slapped him across his face three more times. She felt her pussy juice’s soaking her panties making her wet. and her pussy tingle with pleasure as she punched him hard in the face then she panted with joy as he thanked her for slapping and punching him.

Later that night Peter told his wife that he was inviting a very important colleague from work to dinner and that he wanted her to work hard at pleasing their important guest. He gave his wife enough money to buy some sexy revealing clothes, sexy underwear, and expensive perfume to impress their guest.

Peter waited eagerly for his wife to return from shopping for her new clothes and perfume congratulating her on her choices when she returned. After work the next day Peter went to the most expensive store at their shopping mall to buy the most expensive wine, Champagne and food for his wife to cook a delicious meal for Nicky and herself. He also bought beautiful flowers and scented candles so he could set up a romantic scene to help Nicky do her magic on his wife.

The scene was set for Nicky all Peter had to do was invited her over. Peter’s wife was in the kitchen finalising the meal preparations and was looking sexier than Peter had ever seen her look before. Peter picked up his mobile phone and called Nicky and begged her to come over to his wife. Nicky laughed excitedly as Peter agreed pay for a taxi to bring her to his wife.

It didn’t take long for the taxi to arrive and to take Nicky to Peter and Elaine’s home. Hearing the doorbell ring he rushed to the door opening it to greet Nicky and inviting her in he called his wife Elaine to join them by the front door. When Nicky saw Elaine for the first time in person she admired her shoulder length red hair, pale freckled skin, small pert breasts, and superb hot sexy figure that filled out the tight skimpy scarlet dress that barely hid her cleavage and hugged her slim perfect waist and showed off her flat stomach and firm thighs and pert butt.

Nicky accepted Elaine into her loving arms as Peter guided his wife Elaine towards her pushing Elaine gently against her body ensuring that their breasts were firmly but gently pushed together. Nicky felt sexual bliss and joy and she savoured Peter holding his wife firmly in her arms preventing his wife from cutting their embrace short. She wrapped her arms round Elaine enjoying the feeling of Peters wife’s soft but firm pert breasts against her own. Nicky giggled excitedly as Peter held them close in a sexually charged embrace for as long as he could.

Peter then led them to the dining room and invited them to sit at the table then served them drinks and their starter.

As they started eating Elaine asked Peter if he was joining them for the meal.

“No, this meal is just for you and Nicky, and it is my job to help you both be happy together tonight.” Said Peter.

Nicky then said, “Lets just treat him like our servant for the night as we enjoy getting to know each other.”

Elaine looked surprised but quietly agreed not knowing what was happening. Peter made sure that he didn’t get in the way of Nicky as she expertly seduced his wife Elaine into relaxing as he made sure that their wine glasses were never empty. Elaine had no idea that Nicky was a dominant powerful lesbian who was slowly but surely trying to flirt with her and seduce her. Nor did she know that her seduction by a lesbian Tomboy was just what her husband wanted. It didn’t take many glasses wine before Nicky had Elaine just where she wanted her to be.

“How do you like having Peter waiting on us like the naughty wimp footman he is?” giggled Nicky with excitement.

“Its fun. I wish he would do this Konak Travesti more often for me.” Elaine laughed at Peters humiliation by her and Nicky. Elaine had no idea but she was growing to enjoy her husband humiliation.

“I can make that happen if you want. In fact, I can help you become who you were really born to be and help you put that awful weak boy Peter firmly in his place. All you must do is grasp the opportunity now. Do you accept the chance to be strong and powerful and free of disgusting male oppression and defilement.” Panted Nicky Seductively.

Feeling giddy with excitement and the effects of the wine and Nicky’s well delivered grooming Nicky gasped and giggled eagerly “Yes, Oh, yes I accept the opportunity to be liberated as you said.”

Even though Elaine still had no idea that she was in the tight grasp an expert lesbian and was being guided gently towards becoming a lesbian and that the lesbian had her husbands blessing and support to seduce her she eagerly accepted the offer for liberation from male defilement and oppression.

“Do you have the strength to punish Peter if you have to Elaine?” asked Nicky with an excited panting voice.

“Of course.” Elaine giggled like a naughty teenage girl not realising that Nicky was going to get her to punish Peter soon.

Peter happily watched Nicky expertly get closer to Elaine as Elaine let her guard drop feeling so excited his cock was the hardest and biggest it had ever been in his life. He hoped that Nicky and his wife didn’t notice his large bulge in the front of his pants as he served them their main course. Fortunately for Nicky she had noticed and the bulge in his pants contemplated just how she could use it to humiliate him and turn Elaine against him.

“Hurry up Boy and fill my Elaine’s glass you useless piece of shit!” snarled Nicky when Peter failed to notice Elaine’s glass was nearly empty.

Elaine looked shocked and looked at Peter then Nicky then back at Peter waiting for Peter to admonish Nicky for being rude to him.

Elaine laughed and giggled with excitement when Peter said, “Its ok Elaine darling Nicky is right to discipline me.”

Elaine felt a rush of excitement that shocked her when Nicky snapped “Shut up you disgusting fuck! Know your place or I’ll shut you up with the back of my hand!”

Watching her husband meekly nod acceptance of Nicky’s command to be silent and for him to stay in his place awakened in Elaine that dark sadistic streak in her that she had worked so hard to suppress. Nicky was now helping that streak to fill Elaine with an overpowering yearning to dominate and humiliate her husband. She felt that beautiful urge to savour dominating, humiliate and hurt the man she promised to love, cherish, and obey slowly removing any inhibitions she had.

As they finished their main course Nicky pointed out to Elaine the bulge in Peters pants laughing at him as she panted “Look he is getting excited serving us as our revolting footman.”

Elaine looked at Nicky and then at the bulge in Peters pants then at Nicky.

“Isn’t that just typical of dirty, revolting disgusting men to get aroused by sexy women like us!” snarled Nicky with mock anger.

“Yes, it is!” replied Elaine.

Nicky then panted “Now is the time to punish him!”

Getting up from her chair she walked round the table and rested her right hand gently on Elaine’s left shoulder and then pulled her chair slowly back as she gently slid her right hand from Elaine’s shoulder down to her left arm and elbow helping Elaine to stand up from her dining chair. As Nicky guided Elaine away from the table leading her towards Peter Nicky quietly and subtly moved her right hand onto Elaine’s left breast cupping it as they walked arm in arm towards Peter.

Elaine savoured Nicky touching her breasts without noticing it was happening. She didn’t notice Nicky start gently and softly caress her left breast or that her pussy was sopping wet, and her juices were soaking her panties and thighs. Standing face to face with her husband as a powerful lesbian caressed her left breasts without her realising made her giddy with excitement.

Then she felt they most powerful rush of sexual excitement as Nicky whispered into her left ear “Go on baby knee the bastard in his balls. Show him just how disgusted you are by him! Show him just who is his boss, US! Do it NOW!”

Elaine moaned in pleasure as she heard Nicky give her permission to do something she yearned and ached to do all her life she had always ached to hurt and man and to kick, knee, punch and slap his revolting cock and balls. She realised she hated men and their ugly genitals. She didn’t know yet just how just how much she was going to prefer and love Travesti konak women and their sexy breasts, pussies, and butts.

Nicky continued caressing Elaine’s left breast as Elaine grabbed hold of the front of her husband’s shirt then staring hard into his eyes with an eager excited look on her face gasping and panting with sexual excitement. Peter felt excited as he saw his wife’s face blushing and flushing red as she prepared to knee him between his legs. Opening his legs to give her enough room to knee him between his legs he savoured watching his wife’s sexual excitement intensify making her mouth twitch with uncontrollable sexual excitement as her breathing become deep and gasping and a beautiful glazed dreamy look of pleasure filled her eyes.

Nicky’s caressing of Elaine’s breast intensified as she felt Elaine’s body weight shift as Elaine drew back her right knee then thrust it forward as hard as she could to knee her pathetic disgusting husband in his balls. Hearing him grunt in agony and seeing the look of instant agonising pain on his face then feeling his strong body go limp and him fall to his knees at their feet made both Nicky and Elaine feel exhilarated with sexual joy and excitement.

Gasping and panting as he pussy twitched and pulsated with feelings of sexual pleasure stronger than anything her husband could do to please she turned to look at Nicky’s face then as she gazed lovingly at Nicky she suddenly noticed just how beautiful Nicky really was. Nicky’s face transformed from just being the face of a woman she just met into the most beautiful, attractive, and sexually exciting face she had ever seen. With out realising it Elaine was falling in love with Nicky.

Nicky then said, “watch this babe!”

Elaine then watched with excitement as Nicky took Peters face in her left hand and punched him hard in his face with her right fist sending shudders of pleasure through Elaine’s body as Nicky kicked Peter onto his back on the floor. Nicky then took Elaine in her arms then turned her to face her then started to kiss her passionately on her lips as she rubbed Elaine’s lower back and butt pulling her tightly against her body.

Watching Nicky kissing his wife Peter quietly took the opportunity to help Nicky by moving his wife’s right hand from Nicky’s waist moving it lovingly into Nicky’s pants then panties helping his wife get to caress the pussy of another woman for the first time in her life. As Elaine felt the beautiful, sweet texture of Nicky wet open pussy with her fingers she realised that her husband was encouraging her to finger another woman’s pussy. Thats when Elaine started to realise she liked pussy more than she liked the cocks and balls of men. She explored Nicky’s pussy with her fingers savouring the beauty of realising that she never wanted to touch her husband’s hideous cock or balls again. She she now knew that she could enjoy hurting and humiliating her husband. What she surprised Elaine more was that she wanted to hurt and humiliate him more than she had ever wanted to have sex with him.

Then her husband did something that surprised and pleased her as she let Nicky kiss her passionately on her mouth, he moved behind her and started kissing her ass as if it was the most beautiful thing in the world. He kissed her ass as passionately as he used to kiss her on her mouth.

“That’s the only part of me that you’re going to going to be able to kiss me from now on you revolting piece of shit!” thought Elaine to herself.

The pleasures that Nicky was teaching Elaine to enjoy exploded beyond belief as Nicky led Elaine away from her husband out of the dining room then up the stairs toward her bedroom. Elaine barely noticed that her husband was following them and that he had already opened the bedroom door for them and was turning down the bed’s sheets for Nicky to take her bed. Nicky watched with triumph as Peter undressed his wife for her and guided her onto her back on the marital bed. Reaching out her right-hand Nicky let Peter guide in a slow dance towards to bed that his wife was waiting for her on. She allowed Peter to undress her then lift her onto the bed and helped her on top of his wife to mount her.

Never could Elaine have imagined that she would experience such beautiful sex and love making from another woman but the feeling of Nicky’s breasts against hers and the feelings of another wet pussy grinding against her thigh and pussy pleased more than her husband futile attempts to fuck her. The pleasures she was enjoying with Nicky could never be equalled by her dreadful husband. Nicky gave Elaine one mind blowing orgasm after the other leaving her screaming out in pleasure.

“Yes! Yes! Oh my God I am a fucking LESBIAN! Fuck yes! I am a Lesbian” screamed Elaine. “I love you Nicky more than I have ever loved him. I am yours not his!” cried out Elaine orgasming harder than she had ever orgasmed before with any man.

“You’re my wife now babe! You’re my lesbian wife! Mine not his!” panted Nicky orgasming as she cried out.

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Olivias kleine Hände drücken gegen die Schultern ihrer Geliebten. Silvia spürt die ersten Zuckungen, hält inne, schließt die Augen hinter Ihre Brille. Sie schnieft, stöhnt, den Stift zwischen seinen Fingern eingeklemmt, an den Mund gepresst. Die flinken Finger des Angestellten drehen sich, quetschen und verdrehen die Muskeln der Frau, die ihr gegenüber sitzt.

“Aaaannn…”

Der Daumen berührt einen empfindlichen Punkt, eine elektrische Ladung läuft über Silvias Rücken. Die Atmung wird tiefer, intensiver.

“Was willst du von mir, Olivia?”

“Nichts, ich wollte nur mit dir schmusen. Ich glaube, Sie sind sehr angespannt, Miss Silvia. Gestresst.”

“Ich weiß, du tust nur so. Ich kenne dich, nach dieser ganzen Demütigung. Jetzt kommt ganz süß daher.”

“Ich weiß nicht, wie du auf diese Idee kommst. Es war nicht so, du bist zuerst zu mir gekommen. Ich habe dir gegeben, was du wolltest.”

“Zynisch… Mmmmm, ich verstehe. Was willst du von mir?”

“Nichts! Entspannen Sie sich einfach. Du bist sehr angespannt. Ich mag es nicht, dich so zu sehen, wenn du besorgt bist.”

“Ich bin sehr spät dran mit der Arbeit. Ich habe keine Zeit für deine Spielchen.”

“Es ist nur eine Minute. Ich weiß, dass es dir gefallen wird.”

“Und was willst du tun?”

“Willst du einen Kuss? Einen köstlichen Kuss. Setz dich auf das Sofa und ich gebe dir einen, das wird dir gefallen.”

“Einfach hinsetzen?”

“Sie wissen, dass es das nicht ist. So mag ich es am liebsten, wie eine kleine Schlampe… auf der Couch.”

Silvia steht auf, dreht sich um, ein Schulmädchenlächeln im Gesicht. Sein Blick in Olivias Augen. Die große Herrin hält sich den Hinterkopf, sie öffnen ihre Münder und ihre Zungen flattern wild im Mund des Dienstmädchens.

Die Geräusche des Kusses ertönen, bis Olivia den Kuss unterbricht und einen Finger auf die Lippen der anderen legt, Lächeln zeigt und Silvias Brille in die Hand nimmt.

“Kleine Schlampe, ich weiß nicht, warum ich diese Dinge für dich tue. Du hast es nicht verdient.”

“Aber du verdienst es. Ich weiß, dass du es verdienst Silvia.”

Silvia holt tief Luft, ihre Hand glättet ihr dunkles Gesicht. Olivia ist kleiner, aber mit ihrem Blick erregt sie die Aufmerksamkeit der Frau, der sie gehört. Silvia ist alt genug, um ihre Mutter zu sein.

“Ich werde gehen, aber es kann nicht lange dauern, es gibt viel zu tun. Der Bericht muss für die morgendliche Besprechung fertig sein. Ich bin spät dran, Mädchen.”

“Keine Sorge, ich wette, du wirst Bornova travesti fertig.”

Silvia geht stilvoll hinaus, einen Fuß vor den anderen, ihre Absätze klappern auf dem Holzboden. Sie bleibt vor dem Sofa stehen. Kniet sich hin, zieht seine Schuhe mit den Zehen aus, beugt sich vor und stützt seine Ellbogen auf die rote Lederlehne. Langsam senkt sie den Kopf zwischen ihren Händen und hebt die Hüften, um ihren kleinen Hintern zu zeigen.

“Hebe Rock… Silvia.”

Sie gehorcht und zieht an den Seiten ihres dunkelblauen Rocks. Die kleinen Hüften erscheinen weiß, mit einem schwarzen Faden in der Mitte, der die Intimität schützt. Silvia kreuzt ihre Füße auf ihren Knöcheln, ängstlich und bereit.

“Ich mag das. Dieses Höschen steht Ihnen ausgezeichnet.

“Ich mag auch … oooohhh … Was ist das?”

“Das ist mein Finger, mein Daumen. Siehst du, du bist sehr angespannt, Silvia. Entspann dich, entspann den Schließmuskel. Das ist es, Frau, entspannen Sie sich, entspannen.”

“Uuunnnhhh!! MMMmmmmmmfffff!!”

“Hummmmmmm… Er ist warm, lecker, ich finde ihn so süß. Genau die richtige Größe für eine gute Penetration, ein Anal… total.”

“Oliviaaa… mein Gott!!! Oooooohhh!!”

Das freche Mädchen feuert zwei, drei, vier klatschende Ohrfeigen ab, Silvias Hüften werden rot und sie schreit und drückt ihre Finger zusammen.

“Oh, mach das nicht so mmmm…”

“Öffne deinen Arsch, Frau! Zeig, lass mich sehen.”

“So! Ist es das, was du willst? Zeigen.”

“Mit deinen Händen Silvia, schäme dich nicht. Schämst du dich denn für mich?”

“Aaannnhhh!!! Ist es das, was du willst, so wie jetzt?”

“Stimmt, Baby, du hast einen wunderschönen Arsch.. Öffne diesen Mund, öffne ihn. Lass mich sehen, wie dieser kleine Mund isst. Ist sie hungrig, ist sie das?”

“Aaaannnnnn! Yaaaaaahh!!”

Olivia lässt die harte Spitze eines Fingers über die raue, spitzenartige Oberfläche gleiten, die Öffnung schwitzt, Hitze steigt auf.

“Ein schöner Arsch, der einen Kuss verdient. Wollen Sie einen Kuss, Miss Silvia?”

“Ich will, ich will…”

Olivia beugt sich lachend vor und schlingt ihr Haar über eine Schulter. Der Arsch blinkt, der starke Geruch ihrer Herrin, sie packt ihre Hüften und lässt ein Tropfen voll Speichel, langsam und glänzend. Der dicke Tropfen auf weißer Haut, sie verteilt ihn mit dem Finger auf der faltigen Haut, auf ihrem Arsch.

“Lass ihn schlucken, öffne Mund und lass ihn trinken, Silvia. Es ist so süß. Siehst du, er ist durstig. Bornova travestileri Er verdient einen Kuss mit der Zunge. Kann Miss Silvia? Willst du das?”

“Ja, ja, Olivia.”

Er verschränkt die Hände unter der Stirn. Silvia bekommt zwei Klapse auf den Hintern verpasst.

“Dann halt Frau. Mach den Arsch auf!”

Silvia beugt sich vor, drückt ihre in die schwarze Leinenbluse gesteckten Brüste die harten Nippel reiben am Saum des Sofas. Sie legt ihre abgeflachten Hände auf ihren eigenen Hintern. Die Herrin stößt einen Schrei aus und öffnet die Augen, während die Zunge des Dienstmädchens über ihren engen Arsch streichelt und massiert.

Das Zucken in ihren Hüften, der elektrische Schauer in ihrer Wirbelsäule. Olivias Zunge gräbt sich in ihren Arsch, die harte Spitze dringt in sie ein. Der honigtauartige Mund öffnet sich und Olivia bearbeitet geschickt Silvias Arsch.

Die Zungenspitze dringt ein und durchdringt Silvias Arsch. Sie spürt, wie sich ihr Körper anspannt, der Schweiß rinnt ihr über die Stirn. Und das Dienstmädchen gibt ihrer Herrin einen Zungenkuss auf den Arsch.

Ein Saft beginnt zu sickern, Olivia reibt mit den Fingern über ihre Schamlippen der muschi.

“Schau, wie schön Silvia ist! Da kommt ein Tröpfchen raus, habe ich dich so verlassen? Das ist für mich, ja?”

Sie lacht stolz, streckt ihre Zunge heraus und sammelt den feinen Tropfen auf, der aus Silvias Falten kommt. Bis einen saugenden Kuss auf ihre Klitoris gibt.

“Süß hmmmmmmmm… duftend. Siehst du, ich mag es, wenn du das für mich tust. Wenn du an mein Vergnügen denkst.”

“Bist du noch durstig?”

“Sehr, sehr.”

“Dann küss mich und spiel. Ich glaube, es wird dir gefallen, was ich für dich habe.”

“Wirklich! Für mich?”

“Los Göre, küss mich.”

Olivia drückt ihr Gesicht in das Fleisch des anderen. Versenkt ihr Gesicht in die sabbernden Lippen der Krone. Der Kuss kommt in der heißen Höhle, Silvias Duft nimmt überhand. Olivia steckt zwei Finger in ihre Muschi und berührt das Nervenzentrum ihrer Herrin.

Die Hitze Muschi auf deinem Gesicht. Das Pulsieren ihrer Vulva auf seinem Gesicht. Silvia spreizt Beine, hebt ihren Hintern. Olivia spürt den Akt, öffnet den Mund und bekommt den ersten Spritzer ins Gesicht.

– AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaa!! Uummmmmmmmmm!! Oooooohhh!

Silvia schreit bei jedem Spritzer und das Dienstmädchen schluckt die heiße, süße Brühe.

“Mein Gott du hast es schon wieder mit mir gemacht Mädchen!”

Silvia dreht sich um, verlässt Travesti bornnova das Sofa und hält ihren Rock mit den Händen an den Seiten fest, damit sie nicht nass wird.

“Wow, habe ich dich so sehr nass gemacht? Du wirst ein Bad brauchen … Mädchen.”

Olivia kniete immer noch auf dem Boden und Silvia wischte lachend das Gesicht des Dienstmädchens ab.

“Sie auch, Fräulein Silvia.”

“Wir werden beide ein Bad brauchen. Aber willst du nicht kuscheln, einen Kuss, wer weiß?”

Silvia starrt das junge Mädchen an, steckt einen Mittelfinger zwischen die Lippen des Mädchens und steckt dann zwei Finger in den Mund.

“War es gut, war es lecker?”

“Es war großartig, Fräulein Silvia, besser als beim letzten Mal.”

Olivia steht auf. Die beiden umarmen sich. Silvia riecht ihren Duft auf dem Gesicht ihres Geliebten. Kurz vor dem klebrigen Kuss treffen sich ihre Augen. Ein starker Kuss, gespuckt, gebissen.

Silvia packt die Hüften der jungen Frau, hält den Gummizug ihrer hellgrünen Shorts fest. Ein dünner Schrei, ein Rauschen, es ist der Biss von Olivias Zunge. Die beiden bewegen sich und die Shorts fallen bis zu ihren Füßen.

Ohne ihre Münder voneinander zu lösen, zieht Olivia ihr beigefarbenes Höschen aus. Sie hebt ihr Bein und umarmt Silvias Bein. Ihre feuchte Vagina reibt sich an dem festen Schenkel ihrer Herrin. Sie kommt fast zum Höhepunkt, aber Silvia lässt sie nicht.

Sie tritt zurück und durchbohrt mit ihren Fingern die Vulva der jungen Frau. Feuchte Hitze umhüllt ihre Finger in Keile. Sadistisch bohrt sie noch tiefer in Olivias enge Muschi.

“Aaaahhhh!!! Siiilviaaaaaa!! AAAaaaaaa!!”

“Komm schon, Mädchen, komm schon, ich will es sehen.”

“Dann bohren, bohren!”

Die Faust geht tiefer, Silvia wringt ihre Hand in der Höhle aus. Olivia schreit vor Schmerz, zittert. Das Bein angewinkelt, die Zehen spitz.

“Aaaaiii! Frauuuu!!”

Silvia macht ein wütendes Gesicht, der Mittelfinger der anderen Hand fährt durch Olivias Arsch. Die Überraschung lässt das Mädchen die Augen rollen und schreien…

“Aaaaaaahhhh!!”

“Das ist es, Mädchen, köstlich!”

Es kommt die heiße Pisse, die Pisse der starken Vergnügung. Jets verlassen und Olivia vibriert. Bis das nuttige nach und nach in einem ruhigen Kuss endet, die beiden sich umarmen und sich von der Perversion erholen.

“Schade, es ist schade, dass ich heute nicht bleiben kann. Aber es war gut, es war entspannend.”

“Das war es, nicht wahr? Ich habe gesehen, was du brauchst. Ich kenne dich.”

“Jetzt geh duschen und dann siehst du zu, dass du das hier sauber machst. Ric darf nicht mal im Traum daran denken, dass wir es schon wieder getan haben.”

“Und Herr Hanks?”

“Noch viel weniger der Chef.”

Text Fortsetzung: Du Weißt, Wie Ich Es Mag. Sehr Cremig.

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Amy’s Metamorphosis Pt. 03

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Double Penetration

Metamorphosis – a change of the form or nature of a thing or person into a completely different one, by natural or supernatural means.

Part 3

Summer of Love

It was back to the grind of work and life the week after the sexual vacation, and the very first thing Amy did was get tested. We had played safe down there, but even with condoms, after fucking a bunch of guys you just met, it’s better to proceed with caution. Plus, her regular testing was part of her routine so she could play bareback with Byron and Keith. I thought things had changed for good after the gangbang with Ray, but there was no doubt in my mind after this trip that they had. My wife was embracing her newfound sexual freedom. We had just gone on a vacation in which she easily fucked any guy that even tried to get with her. The only guy she did not fuck that showed interest was Dez from the first night we played and looking back if he had just tagged along with Lloyd, I know Amy would have fucked him as well.

Before we went on that trip I was still battling with my emotions, especially right after the night with Ray and the guys. How could she be so submissive and just let a group of guys use her like that? Something had changed in me during the trip though. I did a fair amount of self-reflection and analyzing while sitting and soaking up the sun. Ever since I could remember I fantasized about Amy fucking other guys and being a slut. I realized my problem was not with her actions, but with my own perception of what a relationship should look like and how a ‘man’ should act. A man does not let his wife fuck around and be a slut for other men. That is the type of girl you hook up with, have some fun, maybe share with your friends, but she is not marriage material. This is what has been ingrained in me by society since my teenage years. Amy had seemingly gotten over her hang ups of what a good girl is and how she is supposed to act. It was time I did as well. If we both wanted this life, then it was time to embrace it and see where it went. Again, it was time to stop being a pussy.

I came back happy and excited with where this was going. It was like Amy’s sex drive had taken a major shot of adrenaline recently. After the Vegas trip and break at the end of last year when she more or less shut down, she started fucking Byron and Keith again at the beginning of this year. She had the two hookups on her trip to Florida back in March, but since her gangbang with Ray, she was a new woman. I decided it was time to remove any restrictions, not that we had many before. I now wanted to see how much of a slut she really was and now many men she would fuck. The thought of her fucking lots of men turned me on like crazy. I was curious to know if her behavior on vacation was just because we were on vacation and she felt like going wild, or if it was something more. Was she going to truly embrace her promiscuous side? I finally realized on our trip that I enjoyed watching Amy fuck and be my personal porn star even more that actually fucking her myself.

Why did it turn me on so much, and why did I like it when guys commented on how loose or stretched, she was? My mind kept going back to Remi commenting on how big her pussy was, Erroll confirming it, and the guys all laughing about it. I can’t explain it, but the thought of all those men using my little sluts worn out pussy just did it for me. I pretty much knew how loose she was after the years of stretching games we had played but hearing it from other men somehow made it more real. This is what I had wanted all along. You would have to go back and read our stretching adventures to fully understand my fetish with this, but it was real, and strong. I loved it when years ago she admitted she needed something big in her pussy to get off, and still vividly remember the time I had already slid my cock inside her and she then asked me to put it in. Like I have said before, I am not normal.

We only had a week back at home before Amy had to go to another multi day meeting. This one was in Idaho. As soon as we were home, I said, “I think you should look for a playmate next week.”

“What? Really? Sure. Do you want to help me?” She asked with no hesitation.

I had a hotwife. She wanted to fuck other men and I wanted her to. Simple as that. We had just gotten back from vacation where she easily and happily spread her legs for a handful of men, and we were already looking for another one. As fucked up as I am, it instantly made me hard.

“Hey babe, do you want to mix it up a little this time?” I asked.

“Oh god, what do you have in mind now?”

“Nothing major, but how about you play the cheating wife this time. I mean, don’t tell the guy that I know and approve. Let them think you are a cheating wife.”

“Really?”

“Yes, it’s kind of hot right? They think they are getting away with one, but it’s our little secret.”

Amy admitted the cheating wife aspect turned her on. So, it was set, and we started the search on our usual sites Konak Travestileri AFF, SDC, SLS, and a few others. Given the fact that it was Boise, and her fondness for hung black gentlemen, the pool was limited, but she found 4 or 5 guys she was interested in. The great thing about screening guys first is she can pick the guys who have shown proof of being hung and are actually real. She quickly narrowed it down to one, a guy named Steven, who was visiting the same time on business. He checked all her boxes. Once again, I sent my wife off to another distant location to meet another big-dicked stranger to fuck her brains out, but this time with a twist.

She was in town a total of 3 nights and met him the second night. Much like her last flings in Florida 3 months ago, we texted during their meeting. And once again, she took a strange man back to her room. She sent me a picture of the two of them, another one of her playing with his impressive cock, another one with his 4 fingers buried in her big pussy, but the next one was the one that made my cock really jump. It was a picture of Steven’s cock buried in her pussy, and she had a QOS tattoo above her pussy. I didn’t expect her to be wearing one, but she was. She was clearly embracing this whole queen of spades thing. The final picture that came later showed her sucking and probably cleaning Steven’s cock. She sent them after they fucked, and he went to the bathroom, and we had time for a quick chat.

10:37 Me: I like your tattoo.

10:37 Amy: Good. Steven liked it too.

10:37 Me: That was a surprise. Are you having fun? Is he still there?

10:37 Amy: Yes. Lots of fun. We just finished and are taking a break.

10:37 Me: Are you going to fuck him again?

10:38 Amy: Yup. I’ve been naughty.

10:38 Me: How naughty?

10:38 Amy: Naughty. I sent Steven’s friend those pics.

10:39 Me: You did? Who is he?

10:40 Amy: It’s just his friend. He’s in the lifestyle too.

10:40 Me: You are such a slut.

10:40 Amy: I know. Speaking of that, gotta go. He’s coming back.

10:40 Me: Love you. Send pics. Call me when you are done.

I finally caught up with her about 11:30 right after he left. She explained that they were talking about their experiences and started talking about group sex and threesomes. He has a close friend that plays as well, and she traded pics with him. She said she should try to set a date with them sometime soon.

“What’s with the tattoo?” I questioned.

“I’m a queen of spades after all, right?”

“That you are my darling. So, you like wearing those do you?” I laughed.

“Yes, I do.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. It excites me. I love the reaction of the guys when they see it.”

“You do, so it turns you on?”

“Yes, it does. I think it turns the guys on as well. I think it motivates them to try harder.”

“Do they?”

“I think so. Steven sure did.”

“What did he do when he saw it?” I asked.

“He immediately treated me differently.”

“He did? How so?”

“Well, when he pulled down my underwear and saw it, he said, I like your tattoo, you like fucking black guys huh?'”

“What did you say?”

“I just told him yes I did.”

“What did he say?”

“He said so you’re a black cock slut?”

“What did you say?”

“I just told him yes.”

“What did he say?”

“He asked if my husband knew.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I told him a girl has her secrets.”

“So, you lied to him.”

“Yes.”

“So, then what happened?”

“He told me to suck his cock.”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing, I just got on my knees and did what he said.”

“So how did he treat you differently?”

“He just took me any way he wanted after that. He also told me to send pictures to his friend. They sometimes have threesomes with girls back home. They live in Connecticut, only a few hours away. I want to set a date with them when we get home. He said it turned him on to know I was a married white slut fucking black guys behind my husband’s back. I really do think he tried harder.” She laughed.

I jerked off several times looking at Amy’s pics and knowing she was out there doing those dirty things with another new stranger. Amy ended up meeting up with Steven again the next night, and he left the next day. She had now fucked another guy, twice, and met another possible playmate in the process. She was home 2 days later. I could not get inside her to reclaim her fast enough. We ended up having a 1 1/2-hour sex marathon after the kids went to bed. I was so hot for her. We had a normal weekend at home and had a pool party after a soccer game. When we were playing around with each other on Saturday night Amy told me she had been chatting with another guy she had met online. She showed me his pics and some of the chat to get my opinion. His name was John Paul and she had been exchanging messages with him for about a month. He lived about an hour and fifteen Konak Travesti minutes from us. He was 51, tall, big body, although he looked a little past his prime, but with an absolutely monster cock, claiming to be over 10 inches and very thick. He was likely the biggest she had come across yet and she was excited about it, going on and on about the pics of his cock. At 12 years her senior he would also be the oldest guy Amy had ever been with if we met up with him. It looked like my wife was ready to take yet another lover and we made plans to meet with him the following Friday night, shipping the kids off to Grandma’s house.

We booked a hotel and checked in so Amy could freshen up and then went to dinner. Given that Amy’s last play session had been away and without me, it had been about 3 weeks since we had played as a couple, and I was looking forward to watching her fuck someone. We met John Paul at a nearby bar at 9:30. I was disappointed when he came in. Not only was he not good looking (he had clearly only shared flattering face pics), but the pics of his body must have been from better days. He was way past his prime. He was easily 20 pounds heavier than the pics he had sent shirtless, and even in those he looked past his best days.

I looked at Amy to gauge her reaction and she did not show any. She got up and gave him a hug, and we shook hands. He was big though, easily 6’4″ and probably 270 lbs. His thigh was probably the size of her waist. We ordered drinks and chatted. As usual, we had already had a few drinks and a bit of an edible, to help us relax and get in the mood. By this point, we had been to enough of these greets so the conversation flowed easily. He had a relaxed, yet dominant and confident way about him and talked about how he had been in and out of swinging since his early 20’s, and now exclusively played with younger married wives. Almost immediately, Amy was very close to him, and he had his hand on her thigh, and she had her hand on his crotch. “Oh my god, you feel huge.” Amy just blurted out.

We had only been sitting there long enough to barely get our drinks and Amy was already playing with his cock. John Paul just smiled and said, “Do you think you can take all of me. A lot of women try and fail.”

“Oh, I think I can.” Amy said, pushing his hands between her legs.

Seconds later I saw Amy gasp as John Paul’s large fingers made their way inside of her pussy. She was not wearing any underwear under her dress. I felt Amy spread her legs against mine and then her eyes got wide as she moaned as John Paul slipped his fingers deeper into her pussy. There we were, again. This time a big brute of a man we had just met 10 minutes ago was fingering my slut of a wife under the table while she played with his cock. Amy took another drink as she shuttered. “Fuck, we’re not going to last very long in here if you don’t stop.”

“You have a very nice pussy. You may not have a problem. You said you love huge cock. Let’s go find out.” John Paul said.

“Okay, let’s finish our drinks first.” Amy said.

“She has not found a man she can’t handle yet.” I added.

Amy looked at me and giggled. It was clear she had already made up her mind that she wanted to fuck him. I beckoned to the waitress knowing we were not going to be here long. The waitress came over to deliver the bill and it was clear to her as she glanced down that John Paul had his hands between my wife’s legs. As I paid the bill, we gulped down our drinks and walked out of the bar, Amy actually leading the way while John Paul and I followed. Once again, a stranger was going to fuck my wife shortly after meeting her, and this was a very short meeting, less than 20 minutes. Why did this turn me on so much? It was a short walk to the hotel lobby. We went straight to the elevator and the room. I went to put some music on, and Amy approached John Paul. He bent over to kiss Amy, and they were locked in a passionate kiss for a minute. Amy backed away, and pulled her dress over her head, leaving her dressed in only her bra. Both of our eyes went to her shaved pussy, which had a fresh QOS tattoo just above it. Once again, I had no idea she had put one on. He complimented her saying, “You are even more beautiful in person. What an amazing body. Is that tattoo just for fun or do you live it?”

“I live it. I only play with black men.” Amy said.

“Good, now come show me.” He said as he pulled his pants open, and his giant cock flopped out causing Amy to gasp. He did not lie about his size and the pictures he sent were not photo magic. This motherfucker was hung, beating Marcus, Amy’s previously largest cock. He was definitely over 10 inches, and really thick.

Amy immediately and obediently dropped to her knees and grabbed his cock. He was too big to get her mouth around the head though, so she sucked the tip and licked his shaft and big heavy balls. My cock as instantly hard as a rock as I watched my tiny wife on her knees sucking the giant cock of this Travesti konak giant black man. Yup, I did really love this.

“That’s right, she’s a real slut for black guys?” Go ahead, tell him babe, tell him what you are.” I added. After all, she may be John Paul’s slut for the night, but she was still my slut too.

“I’m a queen of spades.”

“Tell him what you love.”

“I love fucking black guys.”

“That’s right, she can’t say no. Next time you should bring some friends.” I said as Amy shot me an evil look out the side of her eye but didn’t stop working on John Paul’s cock. If Amy was going to be a whore, I might as well treat her like one too.

John Paul laughed. “That’s why I only fuck the married white ones. They are always the biggest closet ho’s. How long did you say you two have been playing with others?” He asked, forgetting we had told him earlier.

“September will be two years since we started.” I answered as Amy continued to work on his cock. I didn’t feel like explaining that it took her 6 months to go from sucking to fucking.

“Ah, late starters I see, and how many guys have you been with?” John Paul asked, holding Amy’s head on his cock.

“24 now.” I said as Amy again shot me a look but continued to lick his cock. Whether she wanted me to tell him or not did not matter to me. I wanted him to know what a little slut she was.

“Ah, she’s been a busy girl. Typical for new wives. And how many black men?” He asked, now unbuttoning his shirt.

“24.” I answered.

“Ha ha. And I bet you’d never been with a black man before that?” John Paul said as he removed his shirt, his large belly now on display.

“No, she had not.” I answered for her.

He laughed again and then said, “I bet she can’t get enough now. She’s an excellent cocksucker, why don’t you join me?”

I moved next to him and pulled down my pants, my hard cock popping free. My cock looked like a baby’s next to his. Amy grabbed ahold of it and then started sucking my cock, deepthroating me as she jerked John Paul’s cock. I have been in this situation before and always feel like the guy is trying to show off to my wife just how much bigger his cock is. It was impossible for Amy not to compare the two. She continued to play with both of our cocks and said, “It’s so fucking big. Honey, he’s like three times bigger than you.”

“I know, you like that, don’t you? You love big fucking dicks.” I said.

“I know, I do. I love it.” She answered.

“What do you want babe, you want him to fuck you?” I asked.

She just nodded her head. “Tell him then. Tell him what you want.” I said.

“I want you to fuck me. I want your huge cock inside of me.” She said to John Paul now grabbing him by the hand and leading him to the bed. She sat on the corner of the bed and removed her bra. She then pulled John Paul’s pants down and started to work his cock with her mouth again. Luckily, he had a condom because we had absentmindedly forgotten them. We had talked about safe play and testing before the meetup, but even though he had a recent test, we had made a decision to play safe with all new guys we did not know and trust, just in case. Staying disease free and healthy was paramount, and we had done some risky stuff early on. She unrolled it over his cock, and then pulled him on top of her. His large body, more than twice the size of my wife, engulfed her as he started kissing her deeply. I saw Amy’s hand reach down and grab his cock and guide it into her pussy. In one slow thrust John Paul slid his cock balls deep into my wife as she grunted, “Ahh fuck, it’s so big. Oh, you feel so fucking big, so deep.”

Once again, I was watching another stranger fuck my wife. John Paul started to slowly thrust into Amy, her tiny body pinned under his, her legs spread wide. She grabbed him by the ass and pulled him into her. “Ah, fuck, yes, ah, fuck me. Fuck me.”

“Dawn baby doll, it’s like that pussy was made for me. We are gonna have fun together.” John Paul told her, likely surprised at how easily my wife’s pussy opened up and swallowed him.

It was hot as fuck. There was this giant brute of an older man, nowhere near Amy’s league when it came to looks or physical attractiveness, but he was fucking her, and she loved it. The only thing he had to offer Amy was a gigantic cock, and that was all she wanted at this moment. John Paul had started to quicken the pace and Amy was loving it. “Ah, fuck, oh my god, fuck me with that big black cock, give it to me.” Amy grunted.

They carried on like this for only a few minutes before Amy started to shutter underneath him and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in deep. “Ah, fuck, fuuuuck! Oy my god. Ahhhhhhh.” She screamed as she had an orgasm.

John Paul had stopped to let Amy ride it out, but slowly started fucking her again as she relaxed. “Fuck, that was fast. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that fast. Shit.” Amy said.

I watched as they continued to fuck, taking some pictures and videos, and stroking my cock. John Paul was more than comfortable with the camera and seemed to enjoy putting on a show making my wife grunt, squeal, and scream in front of me. He, Amy, and I knew that the type of fucking he was giving her was never possible from me. I was at peace with this.

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Pt.1 – Stuck at the boom gate.

“It’s just up ahead on the left” pointed out my wife Clara, her phone navigating us to the close of our, going on 12-hour, long road trip to Strafe Havens Caravan park. I was bushed and couldn’t wait to hit the sack.

Clara was amazing, she was my love, my wife, my world, the only thing that matched the beauty of her soul and personality was her body, she stood 5’4, had a bombshell figure, if I do say so myself, I was never into the rake thin girls, Clara was curvy in all the right ways, with her heavy set full breast all but inviting you to find out just how soft she could be, and man being close to her never disappointed. Whenever I had the chance to make love to her, it was so hard to contain myself, made me always feel like a teenager again how quickly I would cum, but there lies the problem.

See, my wife and I had been going through a few marital issues in the home, an array in fact, starting with our problems conceiving a child due to an incident that befell me in high school and the fact that my wife was more or less sexually frustrated, we had been married 9 years, I was 32 and she was 29, we married young; straight out of high school and were each other’s first, we came to find out quiet promptly that she was unable to orgasm, from intercourse or oral, which was fine at first but has slowly put a dampener on our relationship. I had given her hours upon hours of foreplay, music, massages, the works, I tried every trick I knew with my tongue and hands, but to little result, I read books and watched YouTube tutorials. I tried with my cock but her tight pussy made that an extremely hard feat on top of an already seemingly impossible task. So she would simply get tired or bored, tell me to fuck her and we would both roll over and go to sleep, even when we fucked she had this look liked she’d rather be anywhere else and that it was almost a task for her.

That’s not to say we didn’t love one another, the love was truly there, it was magnificent, we gelled so well in day to day life, we worked well as a couple and had the same interests, only our bodies seemed to be on very different pages.

For the first few year’s things were great it was “It’s okay babe, some girls are just like this” and so she dug herself more into work, income and a stable home life instead of sex; to my dismay, but lately our sex life had been more like “are you done yet?”, her frustration a mixture of me Cumming freely and albeit quickly (since I knew she wasn’t going to any time soon) something that had started to become learnt behaviour and her not Cumming at all.

So! I devised a plan for our 9th year anniversary to go away and have some time; just Bornova travesti the two of us locked in a caravan, I bought lube, candles, toys: for her and I, lingerie, her sexy black calf-high length stripper shoes made of leather lace and very little clothing, I didn’t want her to have an excuse not to be nearly stark naked, I was going to give her a fuck fest of a month and bring some of the excited she claims we have lost back to our bedroom and marriage, I was going to give my wife an orgasm one way or another, BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY, and I told her as such with pride and determination.

I took the left and came to a halt at the boom gate a few moments had past when finally, the window slid opened and a young man about 18 years of age looked at me. He was a handsome well-built African American guy who seemed to be the only one in the office, he had a smug look on his face, but also looked bored. He had a tight jawline and some 5 o’clock shadow that made him look a little older than he most likely was.

“Yep?” he greeted slightly rudely, as if we were an imposition on whatever he was doing before we arrived. His voice was, smoky but raspy.

“Yeah, Hi, I have a booking under Jack” I confirmed.

The young man nodded but looked past me to my wife who had her face buried in her phone, she had her feet up on the dashboard, her toenails painted jet black, her tight and short jeans riding up high on her thigh and her well-tanned and clean-shaven legs, which also matched her clean shaven pussy, a treat for me later, that the young lad was obviously unbeknownst to.

Her massive milk tank tits were also almost falling out from her top and due to the long trip she had no bra on, her nipples clearly jutting out from behind the veil of her white thin tank top fabric.

The young lad nodded to himself; careless that I was watching him eye fuck my wife.

In your dreams little boy I thought.

She then crossed one leg over the other and swiveled slightly in the passenger side chair, he now had a perfect view up her short shorts, her lace and almost see-through panties moulded around the outline of her tight pussy, basically showing off all she had to offer. So much for her clean-shaven pussy being unbeknownst to this rude kid.

She looked up from her phone, wondering why we had no moved yet, too quick for the young lad to look away but she just smiled and giggled at his tactless staring, and a look crossed her eyes as she brushed a glance at the young lad, a look I had never seen, before swivelling away and going back to her phone. However, it didn’t look like the kid made any attempt to look away.

The young lad went back to his Bornova travestileri computer typed away for only a second and turned back. “Sorry, no booking for Jack”

“There should be… I called 2 weeks ago”

“Well, there isn’t” he retorted snarkily.

My wife slapped my arm to get my attention with a scoff to accompany it; suddenly listening in to the conversation “I told you to call and double check, did you call and double check?”

“No” I admitted.

My wife was the dominant and somewhat more professional one of the two of us in the relationship, due to always digging into work, she rolled her eyes leaning across me to talk to the young man, and from where she was leaning the kid could surely see her cleavage in full view.

“Excuse me” she begun “My husband forgot to double check but I do have the booking print out, does that help?”

“Maybe, maybe; for a hot piece of ass like you” he blurted out crassly.

“Hey what the-” I began, before my wife shushed me, placing a stern hand up to my face, she has done this before it means that I need to shut up and let her handle things.

My wife turned from me once she knew I had listened to her warning and her mouth turned into a full excited smile at the young boy’s praise “Why thank you!” she gushed. “Sorry about my husband”

“Nah, its okay” he stated rubbing his hands together and swaying slightly “I understand people can be intimidated sometime” he explained leaning on the window sill, his eyes still on my wife’s mouth-watering tits.

“So… the paperwork should be good if I can find it?” she explained slightly squeezing her arms together to bunch up her soft plump breasts.

There was a long pause as the young lad no doubt took inventory of her tits and added it to his wank bank before replying, “Yeah for sure” his demeanour changing to a more helpful one in seconds his voice smokier then when talking to me.

Oh brother I thought at the childish interaction happening.

My wife leaned back and opened her purse muttering annoyingly to herself, her annoyance was aimed at me however.

“Next time you should call ahead” stated the kid loud enough for my wife to hear his jab. “it helps speed things up”

I smiled and nodded impatiently, at the little prick “Yes, I will next time, if there is a next” time I quipped, trying to gain back some ground on smart ass remarks,

“I said shush it” snapped my wife “this young man is doing his job, something you should take notes on, I tell you every time….” continued my wife trailing off, getting more annoyed the more she thought about it, his comments adding fuel to the fire working perfectly.

My Travesti bornnova wife pulled out a piece of paper, I went to grab it from her to hand it to him when she pulled it back from my reach and leaned over me again to hand it to him.

“Lucky someone’s on the case” commented the young man before winking at my wife, who smiled back, he reached out to grab the letter when my wife starred at his hands.

“My, you have very large hands for a young man, how old are you?”

“Just turned 18″ he explained turning to his computer and typing, that’s not the only big thing about me either” he stated loudly.

I bit down on my tongue wanting to curse the kid out, my wife must have seen my frustration and just giggled again and poked her tongue out “I bet!” she added with playful excitement, god she could be a sexy tease when she wanted to be. No wonder she always got her way.

The kid turned back to her shooting her a smile before hitting enter and leaning back to hand me the paperwork. My wife and him looked at one another for a few seconds before she leaned back in her chair. Swiveling in her chair back and forth.

“Maybe you would be more comfortable putting your feet up on the dash” he commented.

My wife pursed her lips, she held a cheeky grin, thinking about his words before shrugging and placing her feet up on the dash, dragging her foot up her leg; swiveling slightly.

“What the hell had gotten into her” I thought to myself, she had never been this daring

Before this bullshit pissed me off, I cleared my throat. “er, herm, So…”

The young man shook his head and snapped back to his job “Oh yeah this looks good, you’ll be in lot 16, powered, here is your key to the amenities, and toilet cubicle. If you need anything don’t hesitate to come see me” he handed me the key without even looking, his eyes poised on my wife with a sure smile, he shut the window and the boom gate opened.

“What the hell was that?” I bickered

“Oh, calm down honey it was just a little fun, I was just trying to get us in without any hassle” she explained dismissively not looking up from her phone, when I didn’t respond, she swivelled in the chair facing me “don’t tell me you jealous of a young boy?” she pouted

“No, I just…”

My wife rolled her eyes, put both her feet on my seat and spreading wide so I could now see her panties, reaching down and pulling her undies aside; she grabbed one of my hands off the steering wheel placing it to her pussy.

“You’re acting like a child, you get to have this” she explained, moving my fingers all over her clit “you get this all the time”, My cock got instantly hard in my pants. I went to play with her more when she swiveled away quickly, clamping her legs shut tight

“No!” she yipped playfully shutting her legs “This is for later” she teased.

It didn’t escape me however, that the moment my hand had touched her previous pussy lips, they were already dripping wet.

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A Facial Evolves

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A Facial Evolves…

Here is another one of my experiences with an Asian woman. Also, all of my true stories occurred in a six-year window while actively looking for a relationship online–I was not looking for a quick fling. This experience did not fall under the usual circumstances. Sometimes a relationship happens more innocently and unexpectedly…

In case you have not read my earlier works let me review. I am a Caucasian male of sixty living in SoCal and after a long marriage ended started dating. I have always been attracted to petite women with dark hair. I have dated women from many backgrounds but the constant seems to be are petite women with darker hair… and it happens that Asian women fall into that beautiful combination.

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I have always been a man that believes in good grooming–manicures, pedicures, strategic manscaping, and facials. Besides the intended benefits of such practices, I like the pampering and tactile feel from a delicate hand. It’s the same reason I like massages–real legitimate massages.

Over the years I have had about a dozen facials but never went back to the same person twice. Half the time they were way over priced and then tried to sell you a ton of products or a couple days later my skin was irritated so I gave up. After a week in the sun from snow skiing I noticed my face looked dry but also had clogged pores from sunscreen use so I decided to give it another try.

I did a good search on Yelp.com and found a woman with great reviews, a couple miles away and yes; you guessed it Asian–Vietnamese to be exact. Her picture looked overly photo shopped so I suspected her to be much older in person but I didn’t care I was looking for a true professional in terms of my facial skin. She had a nice website outlining her services.

I called her and figured my suspicions were correct. Her voice seemed very sweet but sounded older than her picture looked. What really surprised me was that she booked out for three weeks so I guess her reviews were legit. I made an appointment anyway but if she had a cancellation she would text me. Her name was Tien and had a sweet personality over the phone.

After two weeks I get a text from Tien letting me know that she had a cancellation for the following day, which was a good time so I decided to take it.

The morning of my facial appointment I almost cancelled it due lack of interest or wondering if I really needed it but thought that would be rude and got in my car for the short drive.

I arrived at the location and saw it was a nice small spa and next to a nail salon and hair salon. As I walked in an elegant and attractive woman who introduced herself as Tien greeted me. She looked early forties but my experience with Asian women told me she was over fifty. Her look did not match the voice on the phone.

“Hello Greg my name is Tien. I am so happy that you have selected me to do your facial.”

“Hello Tien. I like the ambiance of your little spa. Very peaceful,” I said.

“Thank you so much. I believe a facial should be relaxing. I think it is great that men like you believe in taking care of yourself. So here is my menu to choose from.”

I chose the facial she specially designed for men. She then instructed me to take off my shoes, shirt and then get under the blanket that was on the padded table. Any male would have noticed her nice smile and cute shapely butt. Tien was also taller than most Vietnamese women at about 5’7″.

“I will step out while you get ready. I am so excited to do your facial today and glad I was able to get you in sooner due to the cancellation,” she said as stepping out of the room.”

The facial started off much different than any facial I have ever had. First she trimmed my eyebrows and plucked the few hairs in and around my ears. The plucking was a little painful and she said, “You’re a big guy and can handle it,” with a giggle. She placed her other hand softly on my covered chest as she did this.

The rest of the facial went great and I could tell she knew her business. As I was paying we chatted and couldn’t help liking her smile and calm demeanor.

Tien naturally suggested a facial every four to six weeks but I let her know that I would contact her when I felt the need. She had to bend over to get more business cards out of the cabinet and I got a great view of her sexy butt. When she turned around she had a little smile as if thinking, “I bet you were checking out my butt”. Other than that Tien was model of professionalism and it appeared she was very, very proper.

The next day I did not see any skin irritation and even got a thank you text from Tien

About two months later I got a text from Tien reminding me that its time to consider a facial. I thought about it but got busy. About a week later I decided to text her to see if she had any openings that day and she had one later that day due to a cancellation and Bakırköy travesti I went.

About an hour before the appointment I got another text telling me how excited she was that I was coming in. Due to her very proper approach and sweet personality I did not read anything in to it–she was almost like a “skin geek” and so easy to see that she truly loved her job.

As I walked in I was greeted by a beautiful smile and she looked a little cuter than the last time. I also noticed a little more eye contact. The facial was going along as before with a little chatting and her giggles when I said something a little funny. It was as if we were comfortable with each other. And then she asked me.

“So do you like a soft or medium massage pressure?”

Now I don’t recall much of a massage during the first appointment but responded that I liked a combination of both. Tien then massaged my head, shoulders and chest. I think I would have remembered her almost caressing my chest but was enjoying it so much I quit thinking about it. She then took off my socks, cleaned my feet and massaged them too.

She had covered my face during the massage but as she was doing my feet I could see from under the covering her at the end of the table and thought I was imagining when I saw her closing her eyes as if enjoying it as much as I was. When she moved to my shins Tien still had her eyes closed but I saw her just barely open her mouth and her tongue lick her upper lip–it looked like she was getting aroused.

As I was paying for the facial we were definitely making some eye contact and I couldn’t help but ask her…

“Are you married Tien?”

I shy smile came over her face.

“No. I have been single for a long time,” she said with her smile growing. I could tell she was flattered by me asking but seemed a little nervous too.

“Would you like to go out to dinner sometime?”

“Oh. I try to respect my spa and customers,” she said still smiling.

It was kind of a lame response and it almost seemed like she was going to say yes but just kept smiling and I let a couple seconds of silence go by. I could tell she was still flattered but also more nervous so I was about to say something when she beat me to the punch.

“This is our second facial and it is nice getting to know you.”

“No worries. Thought it would be nice is all,” I said with a smile.

It almost seemed like she wanted to accept my invitation but wanted more time to get to know me. I figured an attractive woman would always be on the watch with saying, “Oh thank you but I’m married or have a boyfriend”, in case she was asked out. But she didn’t say that so I figured the door was not fully open but she didn’t slam it in my face either.

An hour after my facial I texted her saying I enjoyed the facial and also let her know that I hoped I did not make her feel uncomfortable. To my surprise she mentioned that is nice getting to know me–I took that as a positive.

Two days later I get a text from her asking if my skin was doing okay with a bunch of emojis. I always thought when Asian women did that it was a sign of liking you and almost foreplay. I responded in a favorable manner with a couple of emojis too. I wanted her to know that I was not upset over her not saying yes to dinner.

I think I surprised her when I contacted her a couple months later for a facial. She responded that she was happy and looking forward to seeing me. I still did not read much into that based on her past upbeat texts and visits.

She suggested a couple openings but seemed to push for a 7pm time in a couple days. Based on the fact that all of my previous appointments went almost ninety minutes I figured it was her last time slot of the day, which appealed to me.

As I walked in for my facial another lady was paying. This lady looked at me and back at Tien and said something I couldn’t hear that made Tien smile and slightly blush. As the lady passed me on the way out she gave me a little smile as if to say, “Tien said you were coming in.”

I also noticed Tien looking a little more made up. Her spa scrubs a little tighter. In other words she looked down right sexy.

“Hello Greg. So nice to see you. I wondered if you would come back,” she said with a sweet sign of relief. “It’s been a challenge to get business back after Covid.”

“Of course. You think I got mad because you shot me down,” I said playfully. “Besides I don’t have the time to find another good facial.”

“Ha-ha. So you only like me for my facial treatments,” she said with a flirty smile.

“No, but you know. I mean, it is what it is. Right?”

As I walked into the treatment room I looked over my shoulder and saw her lock the front door to the spa. I figured at the late hour it made sense but also made my mind go to that place known as seduction.

As with the past facials Tien then moved to the massage stage. I noticed this time she did not cover my eyes and she Bakırköy travestiileri lowered the lights.

“Greg I was very flattered when you asked me to dinner. I was also unsure how to respond.”, as she was massaging my neck and moved to my shoulders.

“It’s okay Tien. Perhaps I was a bit bold. No worries,” I said as she moved to my chest. She was moving down a little further than normal and actually brushed over my nipples a couple times and the eye contact was growing.

After a couple more minutes our eyes locked a little I lifted my head and kissed her. I almost expected her to pull away but she actually kissed me back. As I dropped my head back to the pillow she followed me and soon our lips and tongues were chasing each other’s. Her little moans were growing and I pulled her onto the bench. It was obvious she wanted this.

Suddenly she pulled away and looked at me as if to say, “We can’t be doing this.” I just smiled and she smiled as I pulled her towards me. She was lying on top of me and I cupped her hot tight ass and pulled her into me.

“Oh Greg. I am so glad you came back. I have thought about you so much. I think about your blue eyes and your smile so much. When I touch myself its your name I call out,” Tien said but then realized what she said and got red with embarrassment. I immediately pulled her into me and we began kissing and humping into each other.

“I think about you too Tien. Your smile, calmness and slender body. You are so elegant in a sexy way. I am very attracted to you.”

With that she leaned up in a straddling position. She took off her top and much to my surprise was wearing a sexy little black bra. I pulled her back down and she began kissing me and grinding her pussy into my rock hard cock. I pulled down her pants and saw matching black panties. I lifted her off of me and got up and pulled off my shorts and socks while she lay there in her sexy lingerie.

I went to the foot of the table and just looked at the sexy little Asian kitten lying in front of me. Tien then undid her bra and showed me her perfect shaped small B sized breasts with amazing nipples. She went to remove her panties but I stopped her.

“I’ll do that,” I said with a grin. She smiled back in a lusty way.

I moved on top of her and began kissing her. She was breathing louder and moaning into my mouth as my tongue attacked hers.

“Yes Greg. Please make love to me first and then you can have me as much as you want. It’s been years. I want you and I want you inside me so much.”

I slowly began kissing her neck and shoulders. As I made my way to her breasts she was losing control and so was I. Her nipples were rock hard and she wrapped her legs around my hips as we dry fucking each other.

I could tell what she wanted more so I moved lower. I slowly pulled her panties off and saw that she was very wet. Tien had the smoothest pussy–no hair and pussy lips that covered her opening and clit.

“Yes Greg. My body is all yours,” she said as I began licking her silky opening. “Oh yes. Yes like that.” As I kissed her pussy lips and slowly separated them to expose her clit. Tien had years of pent up lust and I was happy she wanted me to release it.

Tien’s had the perfect pussy. As I spread her smooth lips I saw tiny little wings and a clit just begging for my tongue. I started slow, waiting for her to react to my tongue and lips. After a couple minutes she pulled my head into her.

“You taste beautiful baby. Like honey. Ummmm. Yes Tien your pussy is like sweet honey.” I soon began to pick up the pace and was fucking her with my lips and tongue.

I kept my assault going with changing up my efforts–soft licking and kissing to more aggressive licking and sucking on her clit that grew in size. Every time I became more aggressive she let out a gasp and moaned louder. I was enjoying this as much as she was. When I inserted my finger in her very wet pussy she arched her back.

“Yes. Yes. Oh yes Greg. Oh my god yes,” she softly moaned as I arched my finger up towards the roof of her pussy. “Ohhhh, ohhhh. Yes please keep doing that.”

I had noticed, even with her lust, Tien was not a naughty talker. I would try to unleash that.

She was bucking her hips and then her ass was completely off the table and she dripping.

“Tien you taste amazing. You have a beautiful pussy for me to lick and pleasure you. I could do this all night.” I could of too. I love Asian pussy.

“Ahhhh, ahhhh. Yes my love I’m coming. My pussy is yours. Ohhhhhh yes.”

I was looking up at Tien as I kept oral assault on her. Her back arched. Her nipples hard. She was moaning and getting wetter. Tien had a grip on the edge of the table and suddenly let go and grabbed my head and pulled me into her more.

“Make love to my pussy Greg,” as she held my head in place and bucked into my face. She was fucking my face now. “This is for you”, as she let loose with a new flow of nectar that was travesti Bakırköy truly a result of my efforts–not quite squirting but a flow for certain that coated my mouth, lips and chin.

She was shaking and having an orgasm that was simply off the charts. I lapped up every drop that I could. She had about five or six shutters that were so intense that she pushed my head away as I tried to get more of her wetness.

“I have never had such an experience. My god that was amazing,” she said panting.

“Me either. Tien I loved pleasing you. You have an amazing taste.”

“Let me have another minute and then I want to show you pleasure,” she said as she scooted up towards the top of the table. She also kissed me and used her tongue to lick my chin.

When she got up she seemed a little embarrassed when she saw how wet the sheets were from her pussy and got a thick towel to place over it.

Tien then lit four candles and turned off the already dimmed lights. Watching her slender nude body move made my cock like a steel rod. I needed that pussy but Tien had other thoughts.

She turned on the heating pad that was under the sheets and pushed me back onto the table. Tien moved to the end of the table and climbed on it and did this tigress move towards me–looking at me with a deep gaze and then looking at my cock as if to say, “This is what I want. This is I need.”

Tien took the head of my cock into her mouth and took her tongue and circled it in both directions. She then began sucking harder just on the head.

“I’m enjoying the little drops of your pre-cum. It taste so sweet.”

Tien then slowly started kissing and using her lips and tongue up and down my shaft. My cock was totally wet from her salivating mouth. She then started to lick my balls that were beginning to swell. Tien traded off taking each of my balls into her mouth in the tenderest way and while she had my balls in her mouth used her tongue to lick them in a way I had never experienced.

“Ohhhh Tien. Ohhhh yes. That is amazing.” I was amazed that this elegant woman could suck cock like a cum hungry slut.

My cock was totally covered in her saliva and I soon was to discover why. All of a sudden she lowered her head in an aggressive way and plunged my cock into her throat. She used her entire lips, mouth, and throat to fuck my cock. She would pull up and then totally shallow my steel shaft. Due to my thick cock and large head a few little gags could be heard and felt but it didn’t stop Tien.

She kept up this oral fucking and my balls began to fill. I began to moan and breath harder. She was getting the reaction she wanted as she kept up her pace.

“Ohhh fuck Tien. Oh my god you know how to suck cock. Don’t stop. Ahhhh. Ahhhh. Yes let me fuck your mouth Tien. Ohhhh yes. I’m cumming,” as I felt the cum moving from my balls into my shaft.

Tien never slowed. I knew she wanted my cum. It had been weeks since I had an orgasm so I knew she was going to get a large hot load of my cum into that beautiful mouth.

“Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh yes, yes,” as I shot my full load into her mouth. Tien didn’t flinch a bit. I could feel her mouth load up. She pulled away and showed me her mouthful of my cum. Tien then closed her eyes swished it around and then tossed her head back as if she was taking a shot of tequila. I could not believe what I was witnessing. Tien’s lust was amazing.

“You taste amazing. You must eat a lot of pineapple. So sweet,” she said as she licked the little bit of cum from the corners of her mouth. “That was a lot. Were you saving that for me Greg?”

I pulled her back on top of me and began softly kissing her and held her up so I could suck on her amazing nipples. Soon we were getting worked up again. I rolled her over and began licking her still soaking wet pussy.

“Greg I want you inside me. Go slow please at first. It’s been so long. Since the very first time I saw you I have hoped this would happen.” When you asked me to dinner I was too shy but when you left I locked my front door and came in here and pleasured myself while calling out your name over and over.”

“I had no idea. You hid your feelings well Tien.” I moved between her beautiful legs on my knees and gazed at the beautiful Asian woman that I was about to make love to and then hopefully fuck hard.

I took the head of my cock and moved it up and down her warm wet opening. Then I placed the hole of my cock over her swollen clit using it to fuck the entrance of my cock. We both enjoyed the sensation.

I lowered my body with my weight on my knees and forearms. I raised my hips a little and Tien took my cue and pulled my cock into warm and wet opening. She gasped, as I was half way inside her tight walls. Soon she relaxed and she pulled my hips into her. I could tell she liked spearing herself with my cock.

Tien and I looked into each other’s eyes and then began kissing softly. I did not begin any movement because I wanted her to get used to a hard cock inside her. Soon our kissing began to get more aggressive and I pulled my cock out a couple inches and then back in. With that Tien moaned into my mouth.

“Oh yes Greg. I can feel your head inside me. My god this is amazing,” she moaned. Then she gave my ass a little slap as a signal to go.

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The Engagement Pt. 05

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The Engagement, Pt 05

Having broken my own rule against pre-martial intimacy, you’d think my rampant pre-nuptial bitchiness would be somewhat under control. Nope. We still had these wedding steps to work out.

Kevon and I hopped out of bed at noon, showered, dressed and made our way to the church for a full-dress wedding rehearsal. Full dress except for me, of course. I couldn’t be seen in my wedding dress before the actual ceremony. The dress was in storage at my mom’s house.

So we get to the church and Bea, Lisa and Nicole ALL have that silly “I just got fucked sideways and it’s all good!!” look on their faces.

I hadn’t expected them to be celibate. But I DID expect them to rehearse like professionals. They looked drunk. Only Teralynn and Jennifer showed up looking like they’d come to put in work. Was I mad? You bet I was.

I had a good idea of who Lisa and Nicole had fucked: Eddie and Artie. And I was pretty sure that Beatrice and Ivan were playing hide the sausage, too. To my way of thinking, I’d given them all Friday morning to work the soothing effect of dick out of their systems. These heffahs showed up for rehearsals and you could practically smell the aroma of jism trickling down their thighs.

“Can’t you bitches wash!?!!”

I was afraid that one of them would sit down and then the outline of her cunt would be imprinted in semen on the back of her beautiful pink bride’s maid’s dress.

I wasn’t about to take that risk.

I lined everybody up at the back of the church and we picked up where we’d left off yesterday. There was a group groan. But I wasn’t leaving anything to chance. This rehearsal was where we had a chance to get things right. So they could groan all they wanted. Tomorrow was showtime.

I put everyone through their paces like a Super Bowl coach. FUCK ’em! This was MY wedding. Halfass didn’t enter into the equation.

We put in another five hours of practice. At the end of the day it seemed as if they’d finally gotten the steps down. I was still a little dissatisfied. Something just seemed a little off.

My parents had scheduled a dinner party at a restaurant called Falconio’s for Friday night. If not for that I would have made these…these…PEOPLE…practice all night.

So we get over to Falconio’s. The food was excellent. I couldn’t see why we shouldn’t use Falconio’s to cater my reception. Kevon and I split a plate of manicotti while our parents stood and told stories about our childhood(s). It’s not as if we hadn’t heard all these stories before. My grandmother even got up and told a story about something I’d done as a four year old. None of us had heard this story. Everybody chuckled at it. I noticed that several members of my wedding party chuckled while playing with their cell phones. They weren’t paying attention. I couldn’t wait for the dinner to be over.

The dinner finally adjourned around ten p.m. Kevon and I had to sit around and wait for everyone to leave. He had some meet up scheduled with “the fellas” at the Sheraton. After that he and I had a room reserved for ourselves, even though we were not supposed to see one another on the night before our wedding. Fug dat. We’d already broken the pre-marital celibacy pact. It didn’t make sense to pretend any further.

Arriving at the Sheraton, I went upstairs to Beatrice’s room. As I went to knock on the door I heard her strident moans of passion wafting from within. She had a dick in her pussy. No sense knocking on that door. She wasn’t about to get up and open it. I listened for a couple of minutes out of sheer curiosity. Ivan was smokin’ that pony.

I left there and went up to Lisa and Nicole’s room on the twelfth floor. Nicole answered my knock. Both she and Lisa were dressed in matching Japanese kimonos that I’d bought them for Christmas one year. Both of them were naked underneath. It’s not as if I hadn’t seen them naked on numerous occasions. I barged into the room.

“WHAT IN THE FUCK WAS THAT SHIT!!!” I ranted, referring to the wedding rehearsal.

They both shook their heads dismissively.

“Don’t be such a cunt, Cynthia,” said Lisa. “We’ve got it down. You do your part. We’ll do ours.”

“AND WHAT WAS THAT SHIT WITH THE PHONES!!!” I continued.

They ignored me.

“When you leave here, both Nicole and me are going to get us some dick. So you’ll be moving on shortly, yes? Unless, of course, you want to jump in. Which you’re welcome to do.”

I looked at their TV. They were watching porn flicks starring themselves. Nicole seemed particularly locked in to the action. She sat on her bed twiddling her clit with a catatonic expression on her freckled face. I’d seen her do this before.

“Lisa, c’mon!!” I wheedled. “You know how important this is to me!!”

“Baby, I know. I know!! We’ll make you proud of us tomorrow.”

“I wish you’d made me proud TODAY.” I huffed.

Lisa handed me a shot of Hennessy.

“Tomorrow night this time I’m betting you’ll be a lot less tense,” she said.

“Too late Bakırköy travesti for that,” I mumbled.

“WHAT?!?”

“Yeh. I got drunk last night. Kevon came up to the crib. And….”

“NO!!!!!”

“Yes,” I said.

“Well why have you got your panties all up in a bunch because of the wedding parade? Mrs. Hotbox ought to be Mrs. Coldbox with the amount of dick you’ve been hosting.”

“Lisa, I just want the thing to be right. We only have this one shot at it.”

Lisa came over to drape her arm across my shoulders.

“Baby, we’ll get it right. First time this time. You have my word on it.”

She refilled my glass. Both of us downed shots of Hennessy.

“Who’ve you got on tap? Eddie and Artie?” I asked.

“Just Artie,” Lisa replied.

“What’s wrong with Eddie?” I asked.

“He said something wrong and just turned Nikki off.”

“So Artie’s going to do you both?”

“Yep.”

I shook my head. These two!!!

“I’m gonna go. Y’all are sick.” I said.

Lisa escorted me to the door. She handed me the bottle of Hennessy. I took the elevator upstairs to Kevon’s room and waited.

In the solitude of Kevon’s hotel room I reflected over my wedding week. Tomorrow I would be married to one of the best men I knew, short of my dad. Kevon was a good man. Two nights ago, in this very hotel, I’d shared my unprotected pussy with a man who has thousands of pubic scalps dangling from his bedpost, ON FILM. Each of those pubic scalps has hosted hundreds (thousands?) of unprotected dicks, ON FILM. Kevon had slept alone. Last night, at my bachelorette party, I’d sucked the dick of a dancer who, for all I knew, was another Mandingo, only taller, less well endowed, and white. (To be fair, most of the women at the party had sucked this guy’s dick in turn. He had a stunner. We were all drunk.) There’d been dancers at Kevon’s party, too. I’m willing to bet that, although he may have enjoyed a dry hump or two, none of those tits or asses found their way into his mouth. He’d come home to me with a dick forged in steel. (That’s how I knew it hadn’t been used.) I’d fucked and sucked his dick soft, as a good wife ought. In a few minutes my man would come through that door with an equally hard penis. I’m going to do what it takes to sap that dick of its animus before he and I walk the aisle.

I thought a bit further. One day in the near future, I’m going to catch a plane to Detroit. Or Seattle. Or Vegas. And I’m going to entertain some strange.

I’m not the man my husband is.

I started undressing. Kevon would be here soon. I’d been wrapped in these clothes since noon, sweating, walking around, giving orders at the church, occasionally peeing, sitting for hours at dinner. Surreptitiously I reached into my panties and drew my fingers up to my nose, you know, just to get a test whiff, the way people do when they ease out gas. If my pussy was too ripe, maybe I ought not be asking for a suck. Should I shower? Or maybe a spritz of perfume would do. I felt as if I could use a good suck.

Mrs. Hotbox wasn’t too ripe. Sometimes that “walked around all day pussy” smell can be enticing. Kevon had never complained. He took every opportunity to ram his tongue up my cunt, whether I’d washed her or not. Kevon sucks pussy like a man, you know, a little gruff, just putting in time before he sticks his dick in, not fully enjoying the delicate nuances of the feminine cleft. I much prefer having Lisa or Nicole service me down there.

But Lisa and Nicole were downstairs servicing Artie. I couldn’t wait to see the video of that action. I wondered if Artie’s dick matched his pretty face.

That would have to wait. I decided to shower. This was the night before my wedding. It was high time for me to show Kevon how to suck pussy. Much like our wedding steps, he was going to be down there until he got it right.

I stepped into the shower and soaped up with body wash. I washed my hair, knowing that I had scheduled a session with my hairdresser tomorrow at seven a.m.

“Three hours in the chair.”

It couldn’t be helped. I was getting married. My hair had to be on point. I didn’t bother to try and make anything of my soapy tresses. I just rinsed. I took a razor and shaved the stubble from my armpits. Using the same razor I tidied up my heart-shaped pubic mound and my panty line. My legs didn’t need any attention.

“Hurry up and get outta that shower, girl.”

It was Kevon. He’d hustled out of his clothing and was sitting down, naked, on the toilet. (While I would never take a sit if he were in the bathroom, he didn’t give me the same courtesy. He said his parents weren’t finicky about being in the bathroom at the same time. Why should he be any different?) Fortunately, the small room was already steamy hot. I quickly grabbed a towel and stepped naked into the hotel room proper, closing the bathroom door behind me.

“Wash your ass before you come out here.” I called.

Showtime!

I dried myself and tied my hair off Bakırköy travestiileri with the towel. A spritz of perfume here, a spritz of perfume there and I was ready to go. We weren’t going to fuck all night. I had to be up early. So did he. I lay down in the bed and opened my legs widely so that he couldn’t fail to discern my intent. Meanwhile, I turned on the TV. I turned the channel to ESPN SportsCenter. I knew that whatever channel I chose, when Kevon came into the room he would turn it to SportsCenter. My most passionate memories of our pre-marital sex life had the ESPN soundtrack playing in the background.

When Kevon stepped from the shower I was lying on the bed with my best “Come hither” face. I was twirling my clitoris luxuriantly. She was erect, pining for tongue. Kevon smirked. He scooted up between my legs, took his dick at its base and bounced it off of my vulva until it hardened. A sticky strand of translucent feminine effluent caught his cockhead and bounced up and down along with it.

I watched as his penis ballooned erect. This part always fascinated me. One minute his dick would be relatively small and floppy. The next minute it would be a scythian arc quivering up from his balls, nine inches of slithering blacksnake, trembling for the pinkness of hole. I never told him this, but I preferred the taste and the smell of an unwashed dick. It smelled like a man. I especially liked the taste of pussy-baked dick, you know, a dick that has cum in my pussy, dried, peed a couple of times, and been at work all day dangling in a pair of Calvin Klein cotton boxer shorts. That smell, that taste!! Mmmmmmmm!! Manly Musk!!

Tonite Kevon had soaped the best part of his penis away. I’d still suck him, but it wouldn’t be as good as if he’d offered up a manly smelling dick.

“Suck my pussy, Kevon,” I ordered abruptly.

He laughed.

“What happened to “No suckee, no fuckee” until the wedding night?”

“Just suck my pussy, please, and save the side commentary for another time.”

“Oh, it’s like dat?”

“YEAH. It’s like DAT.”

I hitched my thumbs under my haunches to lift my pussy up for his consideration. Don’t get it twisted. I wasn’t punking him. He knew when he walked out of that bathroom that Mrs. Hotbox needed some tongue. FIRST. If that hadn’t been the case I would have blown him in the shower before he had the chance to wash all the cinnamon crystals off the candy cane.

Kevon knelt to engulf my cleft in mouth. He caught my eyes as his tongue wickered forth to probe my labia. I scooted up on my elbows to watch. My small, neatly manicured bush made a cute mustache atop his lip. I couldn’t see his tongue working its magic. But I could feel it. A man’s tongue is rough. Unlike a woman, a man will offer up the flat part of his tongue against a woman’s clit while the tip seeks to insert itself, much like a small, pliant penis.

In fact, the very tip of the tongue is what a woman’s clit wants, flickering feather-like trills, faster and faster, until the insertion of the tongue becomes necessary. It’s better this way, because a woman on the verge will push her pussy in such a way so as to find the tongue giving her so much joy. A man can tell a woman is about to cum because the movement of her hips will match the trills of his tongue. THAT’S when he should mash her clit with the flat of his tongue while slipping the tongue tip as far up her pussy as possible. (Gene Simmons? Yeh. I’m talking to YOU!!)

I wanted to tell Kevon all these things without actually saying so. I wanted him to surmise his cunnilingual fecundity from my body’s reactions.

But no. He gouged my cleft with the flat of his tongue, mashing my pussy lips outward. Sometimes, if he got bold, he would insert his fingers into my ass or my pussy. I liked this. But, damn!! If he could get the flickering trills right I’d be a lot happier.

“Kev? Honey? More tip. Less flat.” I offered.

He paused in his efforts. He seemed surprised.

“The FUCK does that mean?”

“Honey, it means lick my clit softer. Use the tip of your tongue.”

“You’re just telling me this now?”

“It’s time, don’t you think? We’re getting married tomorrow.”

He started licking my clit from the bottom up, you know, like a child might lick an ice cream cone trying to keep it from melting. I dunno if that’s the right analogy. He would lick my clit and stop, as if waiting for it to stop bobbing in place.

“A one and a two and a….”

He was licking my pussy the way a white person dances. I wanted him to lick and keep licking.

“Kev? Honey? Lick faster. Don’t stop.”

He complied.

“That’s it, baby,” I moaned. “Faster. Go faster.”

I didn’t usually give Kevon advice on how to fuck. He came into our relationship with a set of sexual skills, some of which I liked, some of which I liked not so much. In any case, I knew that SOME woman had taught him his skills. Or worse, he’d been taught by deference, that is, some woman accepted travesti Bakırköy his half-ass pussy licking by not saying anything, which encouraged him to continue to think his half-ass pussy licking was doing the job.

Let me say this: Other than the old in/out, men don’t know SHIT about pussy. If you’re a woman reading this, PLEASE teach your man how to lick pussy before you dump him. This will cut down the number of half-ass pussy lickers out there.

A man can’t usually determine the size of his dick. So the old in/out is what it is. But every man can be taught to suck pussy. And I meant to teach my man this skill before the sun came up.

“KEVON!! Just the tip, baby. Faster. Do a swirl. FASTER. Side-to-side, baby. Mmmmmmmmhmmmm. That’s it.”

He really was getting into it. I began to twirl my hips in conjunction with his tongue.

“Softer, baby. Just the tip. I don’t need the whole she-bang just yet.”

I could feel his hot breath coursing though my pubic hair. I could feel my pussy reddening as my clit swelled.

“Kevon? Now, honey, suck my clit. Soft. Yeah, that’s it. Suck me. Use your lips. And keep giving me the tip. Lick me, Kev. Faster. FASTER.”

I pressed my clit into his mouth. He responded by sucking my precious baby like she was a Charms blowpop. That’s not what I wanted.

“Suck me softer, baby. Give me that tongue. LICK ME!!! OHHHHH!!!!”

My head lolled backward. This was the best head I’d received since the last time Lisa had me splayed out. Kevon was getting the knack!!

I started humping his mouth as if it were a pussy engulfing my own personal mini-dick. Kevon knew my passion. He kept trending towards a rough suck. Again, he was misconstruing my intent.

“Softer, baby!! SOFTER. I’ll tell you when to go hard.”

I was almost there.

I held back for as long as I could. I let Kevon wind me up like a top. The strain was part and parcel of the joy.

“NOW KEVON!! SHOVE IT UP THERE!!!”

I wanted his penis. He gave me his tongue. I snatched him atop me and pointed his dick home. My whole body exploded in a series of wild, snake-like ululations. I slammed on his dick like a woman possessed. Kevon had never seen me this animated; I could see it in his eyes. He came. And the sizzle of his shrieking jism added gasoline to the fire of my eruption. I gasped as my husband’s essence curdled in the clasp of my red-hot vagina. We twitched and trembled in tandem as the orgasmic wave detonated, crashed and dissipated. Kevon was a seasoned cocksman. He’d never cum so fast, at least not inside me. We held each other tightly. I could feel the crawly flood of his semen dripping out over my ass cheeks. Kevon slumped into a catatonic daze atop me. I’d milked him. PROPER.

More than this, I’d rewarded him for learning to suck pussy. Tomorrow night, when he first sucks my pussy as a married man, I won’t have to coach him.

“It’s lick, suck, then fuck, baby.”

When I awakened four hours later his cock was still inside me, only it had re-hardened. Dicks do that on their own, regardless of environment. If you watch your man as he sleeps you’ll see his dick wax and wane periodically. It will poke its head up depending on what the man is dreaming about. Then it will go back to sleep. A dick that wakes up inside a pussy is not going to wane on its own. It has to be milked.

Kevon was still asleep atop me when I realized that my pussy had widened considerably. It was that “full” feeling that women crave. Not wanting to waken him, I started giving him the swirl, you know, in small increments. His cock lengthened and thickened inside me. I kept going. I was teasing him. I was “inch” fucking him, concentrating my lavish twirling on the bulbous pud straining at the very back of my pussy. Kevon began to moan in his sleep. I truly believe he was dreaming that he was fucking while he was actually fucking. Soon enough I could detect the old in/out. I smiled.

We must’ve fucked like this for ten or twenty minutes, slowly ramping up the passion of our nocturnal engagement. I was enjoying this. I was drifting along at plateau, not willing to slide over the precipice into the abyss. My mind was awash in the opiate of dick. With a sudden thrust (and without warning) Kevon came inside me. He’d launched a wet dream, unaware that he’d actually been fucking a pussy, not a pillow. I was pleased.

It’s what happened next that ruined the whole experience. This nyugga whispers “Bethany”.

Bethany Franklin was an old girlfriend of his. He’d slipped up one time and told me that their relationship had been almost entirely sexual. She had a snapper, but little else, according to Kevon.

Now, I didn’t want to ask him if her pussy was better than mine. But I WAS curious. And now here he goes, on the night before our wedding, four o’clock in the morning, and this nyugga has a wet dream IN MY PUSSY on HER account!!! AND I DIDN’T EVEN GET A NUT!!!

I was mad’ denamug.

But what could I say? The nyugga was asleep!!! He could have been dreaming about Beyonce for all I knew. How do you punish a fellow for what he does in his sleep? I know for a fact that he would never mention Bethany if he’d been awake. THEY DIDN’T LIKE EACH OTHER!!! If you want to see a REAL stank look, mention Bethany to him while he’s up and around.

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