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Z Photo Studio

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Z Photo Studio

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Warning: Raceplay, Taboo, Voyeurism.

My first job out of college was as a nature photographer up in Door County, Wisconsin. The terrain up there in northern Wisconsin is wild, rocky and pine trees are everywhere. You won’t see much variety beyond that, unless you count the deep waters to the left and right of the County, eventually the land runs out in front of you. If you look at a map of Wisconsin, Door County is the “finger” on the right-hand side of the state, running north and off to the side towards Michigan. The majority of the Door County area is a unique series of small towns, no McDonalds or Walmarts, almost a retro vintage sort of place. Today, minus people doing the zombie walk with their phones up to their noses you might think it was 1990. If you wanted a decent coffee you had to visit an actual coffee shop, not a Starbucks.

My studio is small but the location is stellar; at the edge of a huge cliff surrounded left and right by stands of pine trees. There still are a lot of wild places, huge tracts of State-owned land, National Forests, and hundreds of miles of shoreline scattered with driftwood and clear blue water. My studio, Zee Photo, is next to a major highway which runs north until you run out of road and hit the Great Lakes, it is about 25 miles away from the end of the “finger.” I was born down south in Iowa, moved to Wisconsin for college and then got offered a job in Photography up in Great Eagle, the name of the town I currently reside. Small town vibes everywhere, some places could fit right into the 1950s with drive-in movie theaters and commercialism in the form of gift shops, t-shirt vendors, bear skin rug and knife shops made to look like Gold Rush-era general good shops, fudge confectioneries, and healing crystal bullshit shops.

I was pretty much right out of college and was amazed I could get a decent paying job that involved some of a my useless photography and pottery degrees. Originally the guy who hired me, Zeke Vanderhoof, put me on simple jobs, shooting background scenes that would be used as backdrops in portrait photos, via the use of Photoshop. I was good at the job and Z, as he was known to all the locals as, even helped me find my current apartment, in the same town, not even all that far from the studio. Getting set up like that I had it so good and business wasn’t booming but it wasn’t as bad as it is now. Nowadays it’s different, any fool with a smart phone can take pics and overlap them, mask out an area and insert another picture pretty damn seamlessly. I moved up here about 13 years ago and now I own the business, Z passed away in 2009 from a hunting accident.

I have two staff people, a secretary who is my wife, Sherry, and a young female named Jasmine. Jasmine had a very hard time finding work, as she stands out like a sore thumb up here in these parts, she’s a dark shade of ebony. But Jasmine is a good worker, unlike my wife who pretty much shows up when she feels like it and puts in a half-assed effort. Sherry is my second wife, and I am her second husband. Her old man was a biker and got drunk and high one night and decided it was a good idea to ride his bike at night without headlights or a helmet. Bob was a hardcore biker type, was in a gang and I was this white college boy with pockets filled with cash. I met Sherry at a bookstore where she was browsing the Adult magazines and I was getting some blank sketch books. They say opposites attract which I think is horseshit, but Sherry was down to earth, humble, and drop dead gorgeous. She later shared stories of being an “old lady” in the biker gang and she willingly passed herself around to the other members and leader.

Sherry was 5-3″, blonde, tanned skin, and most noticeably had huge beach ball tits, implants. She was 42 now, I was 39, but she still dressed like the highschool cheerleader slut she grew up as. Why did I marry Şişli travesti her? Lust honestly, but after that sheen wore off she was back to her old ways, riding on the back of her dead husband’s friends motorcycles, drinking at bars, and just up to no good. I was 99% sure she was screwing some of her old leather-clad friends, but I wasn’t the type to break up a relationship. I was the nerd, the goody two shoes guy, Mr. show up early, leave late and work hard guy. Sherry could give less of a shit. She wanted me to get a Harley, wear a leather jacket and just be more out-going, more take-charge but that wasn’t me. I thought I could change her. Make her dress nicer, no more ripped jeans and an old Hooters t-shirt and black bra underneath. She was who she was, and I wasn’t about to drop her off and start all over with a new girlfriend, make her a wife, etc. Everyone in town knew each other and they would talk. More than they did now, as nice as a small town was, there are downsides.

Jasmine was in the office sorting through cardboard boxes of old photos when I came into the studio that morning. She was dressed like a school girl, white blouse and black tie, dark blue short skirt, white socks and black shoes with the buckle. Jasmine Deanner was a different type of woman, I wasn’t sure what to pin it down to honestly, her race and upbringing, her peculiar fashion sense, or whatever but she was fun to look at bent over my desk, rummaging through the boxes. I couldn’t care less what she was looking for, my attention was on her long ebony legs in white stockings and her butt which jiggled now and then as she reached down into a box, grabbing a handful of old Polaroids. She was wearing white cotton panties, which were my favorite on a woman. I wanted to reach up and grab her, bring her close and kiss the back of her neck. She wore the same perfume every day, it was heavy and earthy yet lingered like smoke.

It was almost like a curse but my thick white penis was getting hard looking at her bent over my wooden desk. What turned me on the most was her dark ebony skin. The color was hard to describe, like dark red mixed with black. She wasn’t super dark like an Ethopian woman, but darker than a light-skinned woman of color. I had never been with a black woman before, calling Jas, as I referred to her as, a woman was a legitimately true being 18 years old but in worldly-practice she was still a child, naive to the ways of the world. She had graduated from highschool with top grades and her family “kicked her black ass out” of the house as she put it during the interview, left her to fend for herself. She told me an unbelievable story about buying a Greyhound bus ticket north to Green Bay where she hung out with a guy she met on Tinder for a few weeks and then hitchhiked north up to Door County. I asked her why come up here where there were so few black people, it must feel awkward or out of place but she said it was a spur of the moment decision, to just get away from the Tinder guy and see what was up at the top of the state. Those long black legs clad in white pantyhose were driving me crazy, I wanted to run my hands over her so badly.

Jas was 18 years old, a slender but curvy build at 5-6″, about 165 lbs, and had long straightened hair that shimmered like an Elle girl magazine model. She painted her nails white, never wore a bra as far as I could tell, and had nice full breasts, probably a D cup. Her posture was very good and I liked that about her and how she looked you in the eyes when she spoke. Her skin was always flawlessly smooth and clean, her nose slightly pushed up and there was a gap between her front teeth but to me she was the most beautiful woman. I never made a pass at her, or even laid a hand on her except to shake her hand at the end of the interview which was last Tuesday. Today is was Monday and I wanted to make a move, do something to show I was interested Şişli travestileri in her but not just grab her ass. I coughed and she turned around quickly, straightened up and looked me in the eyes,

“Oh, good morning Sir. I was just, umm, cleaning up these boxes. They’re everywhere, ain’t they?” She stammered a bit, it was unlike her to be unsure of her demeanor. I brushed past her, coffee in hand, my leather work bag slung over my right shoulder. I had a coffee in each hand, one for her and one for me. She took the hint and grabbed one white cup, nodding her head in thanks. She was an odd duck, but she was my odd duck. I sat behind the desk, putting my cup on the desk and my work bag on the floor. It was true, those old cardboard boxes were all over the office, by my desk, her desk, the window, the front door, even blocking the fire exit.

“I appreciate that, Jas. You are such a responsible young woman.” I had my business voice on, and she nodded in thanks again and stood in front of my desk like a naughty student. I had to ask about her attire today. Some times it was a sweater and white jeans, other times a full-length floral dress, and here she was dressed up as a slutty school girl.

“Also a very attractive young woman. What is up with those clothes, Jas?” She looked down at her blouse and shoes as if she wasn’t sure she had clothes on. “Well I wanted to see if I still fit in my highschool outfit and it was clean so I thought why not? Do you like it, Sir?” She twirled around, the skirt lifted up some and again I saw those white cotton panties. I wondered if she shaved her pussy. I wanted to find out sometime today. Maybe spill my coffee on her dress? No, that would be cruel it was very hot still.

“I do. You look even younger and more beautiful, if that is even possible. Maybe stay inside the studio today though, I don’t want the locals to think we’re going to shoot a daddy’s little girl movie.” Jas laughed a loud then covered her mouth and giggled, “Oh, you’re too silly.” Again she twirled around, moving towards her desk, the skirt rose again and she spun a few more times, slower and did a little dance as if she was listening to unknown music.

“I can see your panties, Jas.” She stopped suddenly and pushed her hands down the front of her skirt, hiding her shame. “No, no, it’s okay. Relax.” I stood from my desk, removed my coat and put it over the back of my chair. I approached her like she was a spooked horse, my arms outstretched. I took her hands in mine and kissed them slowly, shaking my head. “It’s okay. Actually you look really cute.”

Jas blushed deep and then got on her tip toes and whispered into my ear, “Are you flirting with me?” I was indeed and confirmed it. I added that I found her invaluable as an assistant and how she was very special to me. She kissed me on the cheek and teased, “I should wear this outfit more often. Maybe next time I’ll get a raise.” I laughed and hugged her close to me, my chest and her breasts touching. I could swear her nipples were hard. It was just that white blouse between me and those full breasts. I wanted to taste her nipples, swirl my tongue around the areola, hear her moan and push her head down for my pleasure.

“Okay. Let me show you some more then, Sir. Close the door. I’m sure Sherry isn’t coming in today, she hates Mondays doesn’t she?” I turned to shut the door and as I turned back I saw her walking to her desk and she sat, loosening that little black tie. Soon her hands unbuttoned the blouse and her large full breasts came spilling out, her nipples were indeed hard. Those were the darkest part of her body I had ever seen, hard dark nubs of flesh that my lips would soon suckle.

“Goddamn. You are so sexy, Jas. I’m getting hard, really turned on, sweetie.” I made my way to her desk and grabbed my cock through my slacks, tugging on it, even my balls were tight, getting the Travesti şişli semen production going. God, was I going to fuck Jasmine before 9 am on a Monday morning? This would be epic.

“You show me. Now.” It was a command and I pushed down my slacks, my penis sprang free, all 8 inches of it. I was a big man in that department, and my urges had only grew greater and kinkier the older I got. Bringing it in the bedroom was the only reason I think Sherry still put up with me. I would fuck her silly, cum inside her perfectly shaved vagina, ramming her as a hard as I could. She came easily, said it wasn’t like that with other guys, which sickened me but what did I really think she did all weekend with her friends? She was a whore. I was entitled to some strange of my own and here she was, getting naked for me in the office. Jas got down on her knees and without hands took me in her mouth, swirling her tongue on my cock head, it was super intense and I moaned. Moving to her chair I sat as she put her hands flat on my knees and fucked me with her mouth, deep throating my cock. She had a lot of practice with this. I pulled the blouse totally off her shoulders, baring her magnificent 38DD breasts to the world. God, those were fine!

“God, you’re good at that. Holy shit.” I squirmed a bit in the chair, my bare ass on the cold leather fabric. She came up for air only briefly, “You taste good. You have a nice big dick. I could suck on this all day, really I could.” Then she went deep on my penis, took it’s length in her ebony mouth, I could feel myself hit the back of her throat, it was a new sensation, very pleasurable.

“Don’t get too tired. I really need to eat your pussy. I want to do that.” She kept sucking me, working it up and down, her hands still on my knees. I wanted her to play with my balls, they were aching to be touched. I knew she heard me but she kept sucking me, sometimes actually sucking down on the cock head, a wave of intense pleasure made me glad I was sitting otherwise I would have probably fell down to the floor. Again and again she ran her tongue up and down my shaft, the feeling was so good, but I knew I wouldn’t last so I told her to sit on the chair as I stood. She sat on the chair, pulled her knees up with the shoes still on and I had a face full of those white panties. I ran my thumb over where I knew her clit would be and she bucked her hips out towards me. I told her I couldn’t wait and pushed her panties to the side and eagerly began kissing and licking her pussy. It was a very musky smell, she was shaved but not totally, there was some curly black hair above her clit like a small triangle shape. I was grateful for her eagerness and rewarded her with several orgasms, she grabbed my hair and thrust my head hard into her groin, my nose bumped her clit and I laughed and went back to eating her out. I really do love to eat pussy and I had been thinking about Jasmine’s for pretty much as long as she had worked here.

Jas closed her eyes and concentrated on her next orgasm. I saw she had on purple eye shadow and her mouth was parted some, licking her lips and moaning how she was so grateful I was “a top level head master” and “better than she thought any white boy could be with his tongue.” I liked the racial tones and took my hands and spread her labia lips so I could get more direct access to her wet parts. Again I used my tongue on her clit, making small circles around it. Sometimes slowly to which she moaned more, and other times faster which would shut her up for some reason. I knew I had gone too far when I put my teeth on her clit, and then sucking hard on it directly. “Woo! That’s too much. Go back to that other stuff you were doing. Too much right there.”

I took direction and kissing her to the left and right of her wetness, even licking like a wild dog, up and down her inner thighs. My tongue could do no wrong but my neck was starting to hurt being at at this angle eating her out so I moved back and took my right hand and put my thumb on her clit, rubbing it gently but quickly. Again she came, and shook, toes curling. I put her legs on my back to either side of my head and went to town on her ebony pussy, worshiping it.

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Weekend with Donovan Pt. 02

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When I woke up Saturday morning, I heard the shower on so I made sure all the clamps were still on. While I was curious as to what he would do if they weren’t on, I didn’t want to find out first thing in the morning. Thankfully they were all still in place. Since the shower was running, I assumed that Donovan had already made sure the clamps were still in their place. When I checked the clit clamp, I realized how wet I was from it. As much as I wanted to get in the shower with him, I also wanted to give my pussy a little more rest from his cock and fist. I had no idea what the day would hold but I was sore from the night before and knew he would put whatever he wanted in my pussy whenever he wanted that day.

When I heard the shower turn off, I prepared myself for what could happen when he saw I was awake. As he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his shoulders, I couldn’t help but stare at his cock. It was completely flaccid but still bigger than any dick I had before. Even though he made eye contact with me, he proceeded to get dressed and ignored that I was awake. Once he got dressed, he said “Go take a shower and I will leave clothes on the bed for you to wear out to breakfast.”

I wanted to take my time in the shower to give my pussy a longer break but I wanted to be quick because my pussy felt so lonely without his cock or fist in it. When I came back into my room, he was already in the living room but on my bed was an outfit I had never seen. He had apparently brought some outfits with him for me to wear and taking a closer look they were a size too small, but I knew I couldn’t say anything. It was another skirt with a button-up shirt. There was no bra or underwear on the bed, so I knew not to put any on. I put the shirt on and could immediately tell it was going to be tight, so I pulled the shirt on before buttoning the shirt up. Looking in my mirror, the skirt barely covered my ass and slit. As I buttoned up the shirt it was quickly obvious that it was going to be a stretch to cover my tits and everyone would know I had no bra on while also being able to see the nipple clamps clearly on me. I put on the same heels from the night before and went to find Donovan.

He was waiting in the living room for me but was looking at his phone with a huge grin on his face. I asked him “what are you looking at” and he said “my boys blew up my phone last night after I told them the BBC slut you became last night. They all want to fuck you even more and can’t wait to see how much BBC you can handle in a night.” Hearing that made me realize just how much I wanted to be taken by any BBC Donovan brought me. Being gang banged was never something I thought about, but Donovan looked at me and saw my juices running down my legs and said “Your pussy looks like it is ready to pull a train but that will be another weekend. Your cunt is mine this weekend, but I may share your mouth some more.”

I walked over to him ready to open his pants and sit on his cock. When I got to him he reached to make sure the clamps were still on and then put the egg back inside me and said it was time to go.

On the way to breakfast he kept stroking my thigh as I begged him to touch my clit. He didn’t turn the egg on but being able to feel it was driving me crazy. We pulled into a nicer restaurant that served brunch on the weekends and I immediately felt uncomfortable with how I was dressed. It wasn’t the type of restaurant to wear such revealing clothes, but I know I didn’t have a choice.

We had a wonderful breakfast. We talked about life in general to catch up since we didn’t do much talking the night before and I noticed the stares we were getting. I assumed it was a combination of how I was dressed and that I was sitting with a blank man dressed like that. I wondered who had noticed the nipple and clit clamps on me. As the server walked up with our food, he reached in his pocket and turned the egg on high. I was so horny from not cumming yet that morning that it took 5 seconds before I started to cum. As luck would have it, the server got to our table just as I started to cum. I came so hard I had to press my thighs together to make sure the egg didn’t fly out. I don’t know how I didn’t moan but the server looked at me with a look that told me she knew I was in the middle of an orgasm.

Donovan kept the egg on high until we stood up to leave and I don’t know how many times I came. When I stood up, I noticed I had made a puddle on the chair. As we walked to the door, Donovan whispered, “if we were at home you would be licking that chair clean right now” and then grabbed my ass so everyone was clear that I was his slut. Once outside he told me “You are such a good slut and I see you have quickly learned your place in my life.” I responded “Donovan you can do whatever you went, whenever you want. I don’t care who sees me cum. I don’t care who sees me take your cock. I just want you and will do whatever I need to so I can have you.”

Once in the car, he decided we weren’t going Şirinevler travesti home and he wanted to go check out campus to see how it had changed. Thankfully it was Saturday of spring break, so campus was pretty empty, which only meant less people to see me dressed like a slut. It also meant, we could do whatever we wanted in any building that was open. He kept pulling my skirt up and then putting it back down and I had no idea if anyone was behind us. I had worked in the library during college and told him I always had a fantasy of fucking in the library as we walked past it. He responded “time to make that happen.”

He didn’t care that I knew some areas where we would be less likely to be seen. He took me to a floor that would have some regular foot traffic even over spring break and barely went out of sight of the elevator doors. He took the egg out of me and told me to get on my knees. Once on my knees I opened his pants, but he told me to take them off him, so I didn’t get them messy. Once his pants were off, I took his cock as far as I could. Without him forcing his cock down my throat, my gag reflex was in full force. He didn’t like that I didn’t take him all the way in after he forced his cock down my throat the night before. He grabbed my head and started to face fuck me. He got the tip of his cock into my throat but kept face fucking me for a few seconds. Then just like the night before, he forced his cock down my throat again. He didn’t cum this time, but he held in there while I came. Once I stopped cumming, he pushed me back and told me to lay back on the desk.

If anyone was on the floor, there was no way they wouldn’t see us. Being a bit of an exhibitionist, the idea of being caught made me even wetter. Since the skirt barely covered me, he didn’t even have to push it up before he sank his cock into me and I felt his balls pressed against my ass. I knew I should be quiet but I couldn’t and started moaning loudly immediately. If felt so good finally getting his cock in my cunt that morning. My loud moans turned into screams, and I said, “fuck me with your big black cock. Make me cum all over it. My cunt was made for your cock. Oh fuck, I’m cumming again. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop fucking me.”

As my organism stopped, I saw movement from the corner of my eye. It was a couple black students and they had clearly been watching for a few minutes. He had his cock out and was opening stroking it and she was rubbing her clit from outside her shorts. Donovan saw the hunger in my eye and said “you can feed her your cock if you want but her cunt is only for me.” The guy didn’t need to be told twice and quickly walked over and shoved his cock down my throat.

I had never taken two cocks at one but it felt so good and I knew it wouldn’t be the last time. Then I felt Donovan starting to rub my clit with the clamp still on it. He told the guy “feel free to play with the nipple clamps while you feed her.” The cock in my mouth kept me from screaming as I came, but I started to cum and squirt everywhere. The girl tells her boyfriend that she needs to be fucked immediately because she is dripped wet from watching me get used. My throat felt so empty but I watched him sink his cock into her pussy right next to my face. I had never seen a pussy that close but it fit his cock so good.

Suddenly I hear Donovan “you are staring at her pussy like you want it. Have you ever had pussy? Doesn’t matter you are going to suck his cum out of her pussy when he is done.” I started to say “I’ve never..” but I started screaming as I came again. I was cumming so hard, I didn’t even realize the guy had cum in his girlfriend until she put her pussy on my mouth. She clearly didn’t mind Donovan telling me to suck her pussy clean. I put my tongue to work. Her pussy and his cum tasted so good together. I was eating her pussy like I had never eaten anything. But it was my first-time tasting pussy and I knew it wouldn’t be the last.

This was enough for Donovan and he told me he was about to cum. I came again as I felt his hot cum hit my cervix. As I came the girl grabbed my head and pushed me tight against her pussy as she came on my face. As Donovan pulled out, he put the egg back in me and turned it back on. I was still eating her pussy until she came again. Once she was off my face her and her boyfriend walked away like nothing happened. I started using my fingers to clean off my face and savor the taste of her pussy and his cum until there was nothing left.

As we walked out of the library, I could feel his cum seeping out around the egg and running down my legs, but Donovan got a facetime call from one of his boys. Suddenly I hear “so the slut looked like she enjoyed having cocks in her cunt and throat at the same time” and I knew he had sent more video to his boys. Donovan responded, “she was like a bitch in heat when she saw his cock coming towards her face.” “she was going to town on that girls pussy too, I wish I was fucking her as she ate another Şirinevler travestileri black pussy,” Donovan’s friend said. Donovan then turned his phone towards me and his friend told me “even if I didn’t seen the video, you clearly look like someone who just got fucked hard and I can’t wait to be the cock in your cunt. You will be begging for my cock too once you have it.” I responded “I can’t wait until Donovan shares my cunt with you so you can fill me with your cum.”

After Donovan hung up, we walked around campus some. We saw our friends again sitting off to the side of some open space and gave them a wave. They waved us over but Donovan said “you are all mine until after dinner tonight.” I wondered how much cocks I would take in my throat and how many pussies I would eat after dinner.

I had never thought of my self as anything but straight. But something about how her pussy tasted made me want to taste more pussy. I loved tasting her boyfriends cum in her pussy. Just thinking about it made me stop walking as I came standing in the middle of the sidewalk. I was clearly going to be a slut for black pussy too and not just big black cocks.

We walked past the building we had first met in but it was locked. Donovan sat down on the bench outside the door and told me to get on my knees. Once on my knees I unzipped his pants and started bobbing on his cock again. This time I was able to take his cock down my throat on my own within seconds. When I did it, he said “from now on you will always take my cock straight down your throat whenever it enters your mouth.” Hearing him say that combined with the egg in me made me cum. This made me try and moan with his cock down my throat. The vibrations caused him to shoot his cum straight into my stomach.

Once we got back to the car, Donovan decided it was time to go back to my house for a little while. He told me “Dinner reservations are at 7 and we are going to spend the afternoon fucking and sucking until you have to get ready.” Once back in the car, I asked him to make me cum again. He told me “don’t play with yourself in the car and I’m not going to touch you until we are back at your house. Unbutton your shirt, roll your window down, and let everyone see your purple nipples.” I did what I was told and had multiple men and women hollering at me as they drove next to us.

Back at my house, I was begging for his cock as soon as we were inside. He told me to take my clothes off and lay on the sofa. I did as I was told to which he said “such a good slut doing as she is told without questions.” I told him “I just want to do whatever you want me to do so I get your cock more.” He finally took all the clamps off and took the egg out of me. I whimpered at the loss of that constant pleasure but as soon as my mouth opened his cock was between my lips and quickly in my throat. I was getting more used to a cock down my throat and then I felt his hand near my cunt. He didn’t let me build up to his fist as much as he had the night before. I felt three fingers in me for a few seconds, then a 4th finger for a few more seconds, and then his fist. I tried to scream because of the pain but with his cock in my throat that was impossible.

For the next 5 minutes he got his fist deeper and deeper in me until his fingers hit my cervix. As painful as it was, I was squirting like a firehouse. He also kept fucking my face pushing his cock down my throat. He finally stood up saying “such a good slut taking whatever I give you.”

He grabbed my hands and said it was time to see if my bed was made for fucking. Once in my bedroom he threw me on my back with my legs hanging over the side of the bed and then put his phone on my nightstand. I knew he was recording another video for his friends. As he lined his cock up with my cunt, he grabbed my feet and put them on his shoulders. This position always makes me cum harder because it makes me feel dicks so much deeper. But I was worried since he would hit my cervix in every other position.

After a few minutes he let go of my feet, but I kept them on his shoulders because it felt too good. This position is also the position I had been in the times I squirted before him. I knew I would be squirting in no time. I was gripping my sheets because he had told me on the phone earlier that I was not to tough my clit or nipples unless he told me to while he was fucking me. I could tell I was going to cum soon and told him not to stop. He then puts his hand on my throat and starts to choke me. I’m so glad I told him being choked makes me cum harder. “fuck me harder. I’m going to cum all of your cock.” And then I squirted like I had never squirted before. As I came down from my orgasm, he removed his hand from my throat and kept fucking me. Then he told me “bitch I’m going to cover you with my cum and you are going to clean it off of you again.” He quickly pulled his cock out and immediately started cumming all over my stomach, tits, and face. Once he was done, he told me to quickly Travesti şirinevler clean myself up.

I did as I was told as he went to sit in the chair and watch me. Once I was done, I crawled over to him and said, “when can I have your cock in my pussy again it feels so empty” He told me “as soon as you make it hard again so start sucking and take it down your throat on your own.” I immediately swallowed his cock down my throat and started bobbing up and down from his tip to the base of his cock. It was easy at first since he wasn’t hard, but it got harder the harder he got. I did as I was told and kept getting it down my throat. Suddenly he said, “get on your hands and knees to take my cock like the bitch in heat you are.”

I got on my hands and knees as quickly as possible and felt him grab my hips. He said, “at the game we wanted to put you like this in the stands so we could fuck you as we watched the game for anyone to see” and then he shoved his cock in me. My head was near my dresser and I noticed he had stuck the dildo onto the dresser. I didn’t wait to be told, I just opened my mouth and took it in my mouth. Then I heard him say “fast learner, knows to swallow a big black cock whenever she sees one. I’ve got myself a good white slut.”

I immediately started to cum but as I did he took his cock out of me and sat back in the chair. And told me “keep sucking that cock until I tell you to stop.” I then hear him starting a facetime call but didn’t realize it was a group call until I hear multiple voices “bitch is hungry for cock isn’t she” “look at how big her pussy is” “I can’t wait to feed her my cock” “slut can’t get enough can she” And then with out touching myself or having anything in my cunt, I started to cum only to hear “fuck man is she cumming right now.” “she sure is, my slut won’t stop cumming.” Another friend asked him “can you fuck her right now for us” Donovan didn’t answer but plunged his cock in me balls deep and started fucking me harder. I couldn’t keep sucking and let the dildo fall out of my mouth as I scream “give me that cock. Show your boys the slut I am. Let them see how I take your cock. Fuck me harder. Don’t stop. I’m so close. Oh fuck….” And I came so hard I couldn’t hold myself up anyone.

Donovan pulled his cock out of me and turned me around shoving it down my throat. “fuck man I can see you in her throat.” “I can’t wait to take her throat” “slut doesn’t even complain.” “cum in her mouth and let us see her with a mouthful of cum.”

I had never been one to keep hot cum in my mouth but I had no choice this time. Donovan said “you heard them don’t swallow a drop until you are told to.” He then brought most of his cock out of my mouth and left the tip and told me to play with his balls. After a few seconds I heard “here it comes. Don’t swallow anything until you are told” and then he started shooting his hot cum in my mouth. He had as much cum then as he shot in my cunt the day before inside my front door and it made me wonder how much cum black men can make. His cum started to dripple out of my mouth but he was still cumming so I had no choice but to let it fall on my tits.

Once he was done he pulled his cock out and told me to open up. I had so much cum in my mouth it started to fall out of my mouth as soon as I opened it causing more of it to land on my tits. “bitch don’t touch it yet” “can’t wait to see her drink my cum” “we would make her stand over a cup after we cum in her cunt and then make her drink it when the cup is full” Then Donovan “now swallow what is in your mouth and then clean yourself off.”

As I did that, he kept the camera on me. Once I was done, he told them he would talk to them later and would let them know what weekend they were all going to get to take me.

Once he hung up the phone, he told me he told me to grab a bottle of wine and glasses and go to the back porch. I did as I was told to and poured us each a glass once I was outside. On the porch I had a table and some chairs with a largely empty backyard but noticed a blanket in the yard. As we drank the bottle, Donovan put my hand on his cock, and I casually stroked it as we talked. Once he was hard, he got up and laid down on the blanket and told me it was time for me the ride his cock. As I sank down on his cock, I came all over his cock. He laid there as I fucked myself on his cock, but he soon started to pull my nipples and slap my ass. He noticed that I shuddered every time he slapped my ass, so he just started slapping my ass constantly. I begged him to touch my clit or let me touch it but he wouldn’t. Suddenly it grabbed my hips and held me down on his cock. As soon as I felt his hot cum shot inside me, I started to cum again.

Once Donovan emptied his balls into me, he told me it was time to shower and get ready for dinner. The dress he laid out for dinner covered more than the earlier outfit but again no bra or underwear. However, next to the dress were some ben wa balls so I put them in first and immediately knew I would be using them every chance I got. Once I was dressed, I went to find Donovan. Before he said anything he put his fingers in my pussy and then said, “good slut putting them in without being told.” He then let me know we would be going out for drinks after dinner and reminded me I was to do whatever he told me to do.

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My lover had a game to play in Spain, he would be there for a few days then onto Rome. It has been 10 days I have been home alone, except for last night. I just got off the phone, I was his Porn star for tonight. I was, fucking my freshly shaved pussy with his favourite toy. The one that is short and thick and black and covered with bumps, he loves to watch it stretch my cunt. At the same time, I am watching him stroking his hard black dick, it’s the size of it, that makes me hot and wet. He said I’ll see you in two days, and I told him I love you and I can’t wait to suck your cock and feel you deep inside of me, he said good night baby.

I turned off the bed side lamp and cuddled under the satin sheets. I always sleep naked, because I love how the satin feel against my skin. I was just about to fall asleep safe in my bed, when I was given such a fright in the middle of the night. My covers were pulled from the bottom of the bed, now I lie naked, my hands covering my face and head. It was dark, but I could not scream I was praying and hoping it was only a dream. A light from what looked like to be a phone, was shining down on me. I was told by a voice deep and cold, you dirty little whore, get out of the fucking bed and get on the floor. Lay on your back and spread your legs wide, take your fingers and spread those pink pussy lips, I hear white girls are a real tight fit, and do it quick you little whore before I spit!

Right then I knew it was Hyde, it was my biggest fear that he would find me all alone, before my lover would get home. Osmanbey travesti I had a sinking feeling he may appear, so I lubed both my holes, now if I can only control my fear. Because if I don’t listen and do as I am told, this sick mother fucker will put me through hell. Finger fuck yourself bitch is what I hear, as he pulls a chair near, for a better view. As he drinks his beer looking down at me, I know the safest thing for me to do, is to do as I am told, and don’t talk back and always say yes sir, loud and clear.

My legs wide apart I bring my knees to my chest, as I’m finger fucking my cunt. One finger leads to two then three as I rub my hairless pussy, it’s getting hard to breath. Knowing the things that Hyde will do to me, and make me do to him, like fucking his toes when he takes off his shoe. l’m listening to him calling me names as he stands in front of me, he reaches to turn on the bed side lamp and takes off his belt. His pants fall to the floor, he is naked below the waist. I arch my back and rub my clit bringing myself to climax, as I focus on his big black dick. I feel him spitting upon my skin, as hot cream runs from my slit. Hyde calls out, you’re a filthy white bitch, aren’t you? A horny little slut, I haven’t even touch you yet. But when I do, and I am through abusing you, more than your cunt will be sore, you dirty little whore!

Hyde has made me his personal white slut, and this he did of course by force not luck, as alpha males will do. I had a choice to scream and shout and run away or stay Osmanbey travestileri and obey, knowing the rules are set by Hyde. With experience and dominance, he feeds my lust, so I surrender myself to him. He made me love to be on my knees, waiting for the slap of his hand, or a welt from his leather belt, against my pure white flesh. My cunt juice runs down my legs, waiting for him to choose which of my tight white holes his thick black dick, is going to stretch and roughly use. Hyde fucks my cunt and ass, and he rotates my holes before one can get sore. My ass is always the first of my holes he fills with his cum. He never licks my pussy or sucks my breast or kisses me on my lips. There is never any kindness or tenderness from him. To Hyde my body is just a fuck hole to be used by his black skin. My ass a tight hole to beat and fill with cum, my full breast are his punching bags, to pinch and bite and chew. The bruises he leaves on my white skin, not counting those 10 inches within, he calls a whore ‘s tattoos!

Hyde left last night before my love came home thank God. For two days I was his slave and he left me battered and bruised like he promised he would. Both of my holes are really sore, and leaking of his cum. Because he used me like a whore, he showered me with money before he closed the door and said I will be back, you belong to me you pretty white slut!

My lover never questions how I look, or why I don’t feel like love tonight, even though he just got home. With a smile, I tell him soon it will Travesti osmanbey be time for me to bleed, and I am not feeling well. But in a few days, this will pass, and you will be back deep within my ivory skin. Until then I will take you in my mouth and throat as often as you wish, now I need to taste you on my tongue. Will you please pull your beautiful black cock out for me to see, and smell and taste, and let me rub it on my face. But first let me kiss your soft brown lips and feel you tongue deep in my mouth and throat.

I missed you, and your dick and what it does to me. Let me lick and smell your balls they smell like heaven to me. For weeks I’ve been waiting to suck your warm black cock. I promise you I will not stop, until my mouth is numb, even after you feed me all your cum. It is time we go to bed; you’ve had a long day. The first thing I want to see when I wake up is your beautiful black face and your hard dick beneath the sheets. So, I can put you in my mouth and have breakfast in bed, your hot creamy cum.

Hyde is everything my lover is not; he is cruel and mean and selfish and the main reason to keep all the doors and windows locked. But how do I lock him out of my thoughts, when just the sound of his voice can make me cum. With a body like a God and a Dick from the Devil, made in Hell to keep white women like me under his spell. How can any women ignore what is in his lap or avoid the Devils trap. For the next three weeks my lover will be home, and I will be safe even from my chosen fate, a bad habit I must soon break then erase from my mind. I may decide to follow my lover with the other wives and girlfriends to watch him play, the next time the team goes away. Or I may just stay home, alone and watch him on T.V. or unlock the door, and open the window and lay naked, my back against the floor!

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The Community Bull Pt. 01

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The Community Bull

Part 1

Wherein a plan is hatched and after consensus is reached, begins to unfold in a manner I never anticipated.

I finally spoke to my husband of eight years, Steven from a place of perfect conviction and imperative need. I took a matronly tone, leaving no doubt as to my expectations. It wasn’t an ask or first position in some negotiation, but rather a telling of how it was to be going forward.

My biological clock was ticking, and I had decided to give myself to another man exclusively to get pregnant; our incredibly masculine neighbour, Marcus. He would father my children and Steven would raise them and love them as his own without hesitation. Marcus, the handsome black guy who was married, but so in charge of his plump and shy little white wife, was rumoured to have fucked countless other women at will. I would join that long list of distinguished young mothers of biracial children living in the community. Steven, wearing only boxer shorts was kneeling before me in complete submission as I explained the details of my plan, “Do you understand your role in all of this my Darling?”

Steven remained frozen, hanging his head in resignation, and offered no rebuttal. His swelling package betraying his arousal at the thought of my emasculating him so completely. “Yes.” he offered, on the verge of tears, without raising his gaze from the floor between us.

I took a couple of measured steps backward, then dropping my panties, lay down on the unmade bed, legs slightly ajar and beckoned him to crawl to me, “You’re such a good boy Darling Steven, “I offered in a soothing voice, “come taste your reward and give your Queen her morning pleasure…”

“Lick me” I whispered when he smiled at me rather than protest, “I need to cum thinking of his gorgeous virile body taking mine, impregnating me while you crouch obediently in the corner.”

I felt him tease my nipples with his tongue and roughly pushed his head down towards my pussy. “No Steven! Get off the bed and back on your knees. That’s a good boy! Just clean me up down there!”, I demanded, “Lick it as if it was full of Marcus’s baby batter.”

Steven slid of the bed between my thighs and licked my ass and pussy in his usual talented if reserved way. He was so dainty, so humble, so meek somehow, like how I would imagine a virginal lesbian would lick a pussy. I felt him wriggle his tongue up and down my slit, and so I slipped my fingers down, spreading my labia.

“Tease my clitty, not the lips” I ordered, a little frustrated, pulling my lips up and back so the soft pink hood cleared the swelling bud of my sex. I needed to cum.

He continued to gently lick and suck, making occasional slurping sounds as he gathered my flooding juices, and it was exquisite. It was so sensual, thinking about my uterus full of Marcus’s virile seed and Steven awaiting instruction in the corner on hands and knees. I pictured Marcus standing naked before me his glistening cock erect and dripping from our heated coupling.

‘I want him to own me, and to rule you- you don’t ever look him in the eye. I want him constantly. I want him to breed me- repeatedly and for you to keep me fresh and ready for him at moments notice with your skillful tongue.” I gasped and took a deep breath feeling an orgasm rising from deep within. There was only the slightest pause in the silky-smooth licks below. It was half a breath and no more, then Steven licked again, more deeply now, as a flush of warmth washed over me in the realization, he would not get in the whatever plan to seduce Marcus I would hatch.

“You will beg him to take me, to own me.” I continued rambling. By now I was almost delirious. I was soaring softly away to larger, darker, stronger arms.

“Susan.”, Steven whispered. He paused to say, “But Susan, she is our friend too. How will she feel?”. Steven wasn’t exactly resisting, but rather being a co-conspirator.

“If Marcus says its okay, you can lick her pussy too. I know that she’s kind of fat, but you do everything he asks, understood?”, I insisted, an unmistakable edge in my rasping voice, “I get the feeling that he’ll be very hard on you, if you don’t.”

“Yes Ma’am”, said Steven, before pressing his tongue into my vagina while sucking my clitoral hood. My orgasm soon peaked violently. I nearly ripped his poor head off with my spasming thighs!

I had wanted Marcus for more than a year now, since first learning of his status as the Community Bull, and that he’d sired numerous children in the village. I had finally steeled my resolve. Now that Steven understood his role in the years to come, it was time to move forward with confidence. I was going to use Marcus’s until I had three, maybe even four of his children. Steven had a good income, and we could easily afford to raise them. He would do that for me without complaint, there was no doubt, despite what some narrow-minded work colleagues or local neighbours might think. My cuckold was completely devoted to me and Halkalı travest obedient without reservation. I was very fortunate to have found him, or rather, so I thought, we were very lucky to have found each other.

I was certain seducing Marcus was going to be easy, given his reputation as the village Cocksman. What I needed was consent from his plump and mousy little wife, Susan. She could easily derail my plans and as we are neighbours, things could get messy. Not that she hadn’t allowed him to stray before, if only implicitly, and on more than a few occasions given the obvious presence of Marcus’s numerous biracial children in what had been until his arrival, an exclusively white upper middle class bedroom community.

About a year ago, after hearing rumours about the many young white mothers with black babies in the village sharing a common Bull, I became curious as to just how many children there were. I started keeping an informal tally as I wandered through the village on errands and figured on perhaps as many as sixteen children, by four, maybe five women. I counted at least nine boys and five girls, ranging in age from several months to seven or eight years in age. There could be several more in another part of the village. Without exception they were all beautiful and healthy children: boisterous, energetic, friendly, clever little ones that enjoyed getting together at the playground.

The young mothers, all seemed well to do, Anglo-Saxon beauties in their mid twenties that seemed to enjoy a kind of sisterhood, meeting daily at the children’s play structure at the village common. Out of shear curiosity one afternoon I boldly decided to approach one young mother in particular as she rocked and tickled a little bundle of joy on her lap, about the father.

“Hello” I offered smiling as I sat down on the park bench beside her. “Is this one of Marcus’s little girls?” I looked at the little one as she fixed a steady gaze upon me with an infectious little smile. She had large dark brown eyes and the most gorgeous auburn loosely curled hair with a lovely golden-cinnamon complexion. “I’m Julie by the way. I’m his neighbour.” I said to mum.

“Oh yes of course! I thought you seemed familiar. I’m Sandra and this little darling,” she said raising the giggling youngster above her head, “is Emma.”

We chatted briefly about the baby and other small talk as I tried to steer the conversation to Marcus and how they’d got together, but her husband arrived shortly after, and was introduced as Malcom. He was a typical local man. White, professional, probably from a monied family working either in business or local government. He was basically very similar in overall appearance and station as my own husband. The answers to my questions would have to wait another day as I could hardly ask them questions about their cuckolding relationship and decision to have another man’s babies although my curiosity was now genuinely piqued. The chance to talk to one of Marcus’s baby-mommas never presented itself again until after plans had already started in motion.

Any way getting back to the need for Susan’s consent. Maybe it didn’t matter what she thought. Marcus appeared to be in charge and may be just the type to wander at his pleasure rather than be a loyal and considerate husband. I was inclined more to the latter than the former. Marcus was by all accounts a doting and loving husband to Susan in his own way. Outwardly by all accounts, they had appeared as a happily married couple for nearly a decade now. She obviously adored the man. You could tell by the cow eyes she constantly gave him, even when he flirted with me. It was an unconventional arrangement they had for sure, but no less so than what I had with my cuckold husband. In any case I need patent approval from Susan if this was to work. The alternative was too high a risk to seriously consider. There was a way, the testimony of his growing village family proved it.

However my plan would develop, it had to start with the four of us getting closer and that meant spending more time together. I sent Steven over when he got home from work to ask Marcus and Susan personally to join us at the local pub for a couple of drinks after dinner. He returned with news that they’d be delighted. Perfect

Later, at the pub I decided to come on to our neighbour and send clear signals of interest. Maybe it was the cider that made the decision and I know that sounds cheap, slutty even, but if you saw Marcus, you would understand that he is so entirely comfortable with women throwing themselves at him. And he is truly gorgeous. His rich dark black skin is shiny smooth; his torso is finely chiselled with powerful muscle. He has the deepest, most testosterone-soaked baritone voice that can instantly soak your panties. His quiet confidence and sexy charm scream at you that he knows how to handle women.

Steven sat in the corner of the booth and after a couple of drinks Susan and I went or a Halkalı travestleri pee and upon our return, I slipped in beside Marcus, placing my hand squarely upon his knee offering a clear signal that I was open to him. Susan had to know what was going on by my flushed expression but seemed unperturbed. Steven sat quietly throughout the evening offering the occasional grunt of acknowledgement in conversation.

On the way home Marcus and I walked beside each other with Susan on his opposite arm and Steven trailing behind. “I might need you to get a hotel room tonight little man,” said Marcus turning to face Steven, looking for any sign of masculine indignation from my cuckold husband. There wasn’t any of course. Susan simply laughed off the remark, which I found encouraging.

I’m sure the pointed suggestion aroused Steven. At any rate it didn’t make him panic. The man has eyes in his head. Of course, he can see the chemistry between us and I know that he truly admires the man. Marcus is an alpha male archetype, setting the standard of physical masculinity, and in every way a superior male to my cuckold. Steven knows that Marcus exemplifies how a Bull should behave; authoritative and confident.

Steven has never exhibited jealousy during the several affairs I’ve had over the course of our marriage. He will happily surrender his claim to the more powerful and virile Marcus, content that I feel both owned and protected. I think on some level, Steven feels pride that Marcus considers me worthy of conquest, and in his devotion to me, is content to step aside and indulge my interest in Marcus completely.

Marcus instantly puts a woman in touch with her most primal feminine urges, filling her with lusty desire, simply by giving them attention. Steven is a true sweetie, but he knows that he could never inspire feelings like that in me. My husband adores me. I would say loves me, but he is more devoted than that. He always used to say how he couldn’t believe his luck when I married him. I was “way too good for him” he admitted. Steven gives me what I want and gets out of the way in my enjoying what he can’t provide.

Erotic fantasies don’t often come to life, even when conspired between a woman and her cuckold. Plans sometimes fail due to a sudden change of heart, or because of shame, doubt, embarrassment, fear, or sometimes just plain circumstance intervene. But frankly I wasn’t going to tolerate any of that horse shit. This was going to happen, and so I began to set the conditions necessary to make it a reality.

I insisted that Steven buy me new silk lingerie, denying him the pleasure of seeing me in it, explaining it wasn’t for his pleasure, only for Marcus. Susan had mentioned that Marcus was a leg and ass-man, so I made Steven buy me things that would get me noticed. Then I arranged for a series of weekend gatherings at either our place or theirs. I gradually befriended Susan more, and ensured Steven was always deferential to Marcus. He was to signal his fealty by never contradicting him, doting on him when we were together, and making sure his beer or wine glass was always full.

I’m a scheming bitch, right? Had I thought getting Steven offer Marcus a blowjob would help, I’d have had him purchase a big black rubber cock to practice deep throating. I constantly reminded him to never to contradict Marcus, never miss an opportunity to flatter him, never hold his gaze. He was to look down and away when Marcus spoke to him, behaving like a true beta male. When Steven performed really well, after Marcus and Susan had left, I would allow him to masturbate, and let him cum on my ass or my toes before cleaning it up with his tongue.

I fussed and flirted shamelessly whenever Marcus was near, and Susan noticed, of course! Rather than appear annoyed, she appeared flattered and seemed proud of her man. She sometimes giggled openly, calling me “Pussy in boots”, “a vixen”, and mentioned that I seemed to be “in heat” whenever Marcus was around.

On one occasion, Susan and I drank away an afternoon together with an excellent burgundy and got deeply into girl talk, “Does Steven satisfy me?”, she asked.

This was the moment that I had carefully worked towards. Comparing men as a segue to gaining her permission to having Marcus, “Yes, but not entirely. He’s very loyal, deferential and a great provider. Does exactly as told, without complaint. He will make an excellent Daddy- loves kids. But as a baby-father to my children, I need more. I need a complete and total alpha male, you know? I don’t want my kids to grow up having a natural tendency to be pushovers, like Steven.” I paused momentarily and took another sip of wine.

“I want to get pregnant by someone more masculine, aggressive, intelligent, and dominating. He should also be a little intimidating and very confident. You know, kind of bad in a good way. Like Marcus.” I glanced over at Susan trying to gauge her reaction to what I’d implied about the kind of man I thought Travesti halkalı her husband was. Seeing none I continued, “But on the domestic front I need to be in complete control and not have my decisions challenged. Its my curse that a good husband for me is too much of a pussy to even consider as a biological father to my children.

“He’ll make a great father as I said and raise them the way I choose. On the other hand, I could never live permanently with a strong desirable Bull, like Marcus, as I’m basically an alpha myself. I could only surrender to a truly powerful man, and only long enough to get pregnant. The qualities I need in a baby-father undermine any chance of a harmonious permanent relationship. I really need someone like your Marcus. Would you be okay with that Susan?” I swallowed hard on that last statement. Perhaps I had become a little too bold and confident by consuming more burgundy than I should. There it was, out in the open. I held my breath, my heart racing, awaiting her response.

Susan responded after at least a minute and another sip of wine, “I see.” She studied me a little longer before continuing. I hoped I’d convinced her that I had only narrowest designs on her husband. I wasn’t asking for anything she had not already allowed several other women in the village.

“Marcus is going to fuck you” she said with confidence after what seemed an eternity. I quietly let out a sigh of relief.

“I know he will- when he decides he’s ready. When he does you will need to available to him whenever he wants you. He can be very demanding. But you need to know, he absolutely will not tolerate any nonsense from a husband. It will almost certainly destroy our friendship if he decides that Steven needs to be beaten and humiliated.”

I said, “Steven will do exactly as he’s told, by either of us.” I said without flinching. My heart began to flutter in anticipation of what now was now surely going to happen. Susan was scrutinizing me, carefully taking the full measure in my responses both in the spoken and body language I presented.

“Good. You see that he does.” She gazed intently at me as if to reinforce her warning about what would happen in the event of any misguided defiance by Steven.

“You need to be aware of a few things about Marcus. My husband enjoys seducing attractive young married white women and impregnating them. It’s a power thing for him, not just some sexy romantic fling.” she said, continuing to observe my reaction over her raised wine glass. She swallowed the rest of her wine and then sat back comfortably in her chair, her gaze remaining fixed on me a while longer.

I nodded. My heart was racing. Was I in shock? it was so thrilling whatever this was- a plan seemingly coming together.

“Do you have any fertility issue? Will you have difficulty getting pregnant?” she asked.

“I can’t imagine I would, I’m under thirty. Both my sisters have kids and didn’t have any problems conceiving.” I replied.

“Good. He gets bored easily with women when they won’t give him more babies. He’ll just cut you off if he thinks your just playing him for sexual pleasure only. You need to convince him you want his children.” Susan said, quietly and calmly. “Neither Steven, nor any other man will be permitted anywhere near you unless he’s already impregnated you. Once either of you’ve decided you have had enough babies, he will end your relationship permanently.” she paused there for a moment.

“You are then free to enjoy your normal sex life with Steven or another partner of your choice.” Susan was warning me. “To be clear you need to know going into this, if Marcus decides to take you, it will be strictly out of the desire to impregnate another beautiful young white woman, not out of love. There will never be any love in this arrangement. That part of Marcus belongs exclusively to me.”

“Marcus simply wants to have a paternal dynasty stretching into the future, leaving as many children as he can bring into the world behind him before he eventually grows old. That’s what is in it for him and I’m happy to grant him that.” She stopped there having described the rules of engagement and gathering what she needed from me.

Completely amazed at being granted everything I wanted and so completely grateful to this woman for being so understanding and letting it happen I wanted to say something thoughtful, or philosophical. In hindsight what I came up with sounded trite, “Thank you so much Susan. You area very kind and understanding woman.

“I’ve spoken to Steven. He knows I desperately want Marcus’s babies. If Marcus wants me- and you seem okay with it- I value our friendship too Sue. I don’t want to spoil it.” I was reaching, trying to curry her approval. It would make it less awkward, but I didn’t really give a damn what she thought. I could feel how close I was getting to realizing my goal and would say anything.

Susan nodded. “You really mean that don’t you? You want to be one of his girls?”

“More than anything, yes.” I said reaching for the bottle to charge our glasses. I felt delirious, my heart was pounding.

“You have my consent then as long as you agree that I will hold on to Steven as a kind of security deposit.” She said gazing at me with a Mona Lisa smile.

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Stacy’s Pandemic Changes

The below story is an interracial, cheating, and (mild) cuckold story. If this appeals to you, please read on. If you don’t enjoy any of those genres, then this story might not be for you. I welcome your constructive feedback, and hopefully your high votes!!

I hope to add more chapters to this new story.

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Stacy Madden was excited for her upcoming company training. She’d only been an employee at the company for a few months and was already selected for the two-week seminar. She had worked hard since being hired and tried to distinguish herself once the training discussion began. So, she had no concerns that she was selected based on merit.

But she also knew that Darrell almost certainly played a role also.

Darrell was a classmate of hers in college and she felt he had the hots for her. In the classes they shared, she always felt he was checking her out and, quite honestly, it made her feel good. However, she was happily married for six months to Tim, her college sweetheart, and had no reason to do anything but appreciate Darrell’s routine looks. Plus, Darrell was Black. Stacy never really considered being with a Black man.

Darrell was a nephew of one of the higher-ups in the company and would also be attending the training with Stacy. Once he found out she would be joining him, Darrell was obviously excited, but it didn’t come across in any time of sexual manner, primarily because Darrell kept talking about being able to see his uncle and how he wanted to introduce them. Darrell’s uncle, Draymond, or Uncle Dray ran operations at the training location.

Tim knew Darrell from seeing him around campus when he was with Stacy, and he always felt a little uncomfortable since he saw the looks. So, he wasn’t quite as excited that Darrell would be with her over the course of the training. Along with that, he knew Stacy had an outgoing personality and liked to have fun, and all that combined to make him a little queasy about her trip. But he couldn’t deny it was a great opportunity for her and he had to let it go.

So, on Sunday, March 1st, 2020, Stacy was boarding a plane with Darrell and headed to the company training. She and Darrell were not seated near one another and didn’t see each other until they landed. They met up at the baggage carousel.

As Stacy was approaching, she saw Darrell waiting for his bags while engaged with a friendly conversation with another young Black man. Both sets of eyes turned to watch as she walked up. She felt the flush of redness at their looks but smiled and greeted them both. Darrell introduced her to James who was also attending the training. James and Darrell clearly knew each other but he worked at a different location, so she had never met him.

All three of them were staying at the same hotel and each had a separate rental car which were soon following one another to the building. As they were checking in, both Darrell and James suggested going to get some food after they dropped off their bags and Stacy reluctantly agreed. She was hungry but felt a little awkward going out with the two men just because she wasn’t sure how it would sit with Tim.

Both Darrell and James seemed to sense her reluctance and Darrell said, “Come on, Stacy. It’s just some dinner. No harm in that between co-workers. Plus, you got to get to know my boy here.”, giving James a subtle jab to the ribs.

Stacy smiled and knew she was being silly. They agreed to meet downstairs in about an hour to head out for food.

In her room, she called Tim to let him know she arrived safely and then they just made small talk before she hung up and then got herself cleaned up. On the elevator ride downstairs, she couldn’t help but feel a bit of excitement at going out to dinner with two other men. She couldn’t recall a time she was out with a man other that Tim since they had started dating, other than maybe her father.

Both Darrell and James were waiting on her and again she felt their eyes as she stepped off the elevator. Regardless of today’s politically correct culture, it felt good to see the looks they gave her.

Darrell drove and picked Plaza Azteca since they knew there should be plenty of TVs on the wall to watch sports. Once inside, Stacy excused herself to go to the bathroom and came back to find that they had ordered a margarita for her and beers for themselves. The drinks arrived a moment after she sat down.

Stacy was a bit concerned as margaritas were a weakness of hers. Still, not wanting to be awkward, she accepted the kind gesture and the three of them had dinner.

It really was an insignificant event, but she did feel rather scandalous sitting there with two men other than her husband. Actually, a bit more than that as these were Black men. It seemed they were actually drawing a bit of attention, though that was probably all in her mind.

As dinner went by, Stacy was feeling good and enjoying the Gümüşsuyu travesti banter between Darrell and James, and also the break from the routine with Tim. The familiarity the two men shared served to quickly break the ice between everyone at the table and Stacy had a brief recollection of being back in college and just having fun.

The conversation turned a little more suggestive and James ultimately brought up how Stacy kept herself in such great shape. Stacy turned red, but admitted to being a fan of running and cycling and how she felt it important to keep oneself fit. At 5’4″ and 120lbs, she was doing quite a good job of it.

She couldn’t help but feel the sexual tension building at the table and excused herself to go to the bathroom again. Inside, she looked in the mirror and scolded herself for letting herself feel that way. She had no intention of things going further and decided that dinner that night would be a one-time thing and that she wouldn’t participate in other events outside of the training seminar.

Returning to the table, the men were clearly ogling her, and she sat down with an appreciative smile, but said nothing to either encourage or discourage them. A short while later, she suggested they leave and though the men gave her playful grief, they agreed, and Stacy was soon back in her hotel room. She felt a burning desire to pleasure herself and shortly after entering the room, Stacy was fingering herself to orgasm.

The next morning, Stacy went for a run on the hotel treadmill then got herself ready and headed off to the training. Both Darrell and James were there to greet her and the jovial banter from the night before began again when each was putting on their name tags. The men were actually quite fun.

Training went on as training often does and some parts were flat out boring. On breaks, she found herself gravitating once again towards Darrell and James. It was actually an interesting social experiment as she noticed she was the only woman engaging in conversation with men; women tended to congregate around women, and men around men. Yet, here she was joking with two Black men. That thought kept popping up in her mind during future lulls in training.

That evening, and the next two evenings, she begged off going to dinner with them as she didn’t want to give the wrong impression. Since she hadn’t got herself ‘in’ with the other women there from the start, she found it difficult to get in now and thus ended up having dinner by herself and then calling Tim once she returned to her room. She was a few hours behind him, so it worked out well as he was generally getting in bed when she called.

On Thursday, the men worked on Stacy to get her to join them, and she again opted out, but by Friday they had worn her resolve down. She decided to join them and she had a blast. They went to dinner and then hit a club next door. She had a little more to drink then she was used to but had a great time dancing, something Tim does not like to do. As everyone’s inhibitions loosened up with the alcohol, Stacy’s bubbly and fun personality began to fully reveal itself. The men were clearly taken by her.

Before the night went too long, she excused herself and called Tim from a quiet spot outside. She didn’t tell him what she was doing as she knew he was a little uncomfortable with Darrell and didn’t want to cause an issue. When she went back inside, both asked her where she was and she casually said, “I was just calling Tim to say goodnight.”

For whatever reason, this prompted a little laughter and fun being poked at Tim by both men about her being out and him tucking himself in. Those scandalous feelings from a few nights ago and together with the alcohol she had tonight, served to have Stacy joining them in guilty laughter.

Stacy was quite buzzed when the Uber driver dropped the three of them off at the hotel. The male driver gave her a look which she interpreted as he thought she was going back to their room to fuck them, and it only served to excite her a bit. She opted to not join them at the hotel bar and heard one of them make an offhand comment about Tim as she was getting on the elevator.

Stacy fingered herself to orgasm before calling it a night.

Saturday, Stacy intended to keep a low profile and was going to run the treadmill and then either hang out in her room or just go do some local area sightseeing. She made it as far as the treadmill. As she was wrapping up her run, Darrell walked in to use some of the weights offered in the hotel gym. The man really has a nice body and now Stacy was doing some of her own ogling. She tried to be discrete, but none of it slipped past Darrell.

He quickly struck up a conversation with her about whether she was hungover and just about night before in general. Stacy ended up sticking around for a bit and before you know it, she agreed to go out with the two of them again that night. She mildly scolded herself on the elevator back to her room but at the same time couldn’t Gümüşsuyu travestileri deny that it was fun to be out with them.

Saturday night was a repeat of Friday night and Darrell made a joking comment about whether Stacy had any such drunken weekends since college. She gave the honest answer that Tim wasn’t such a fan of drinking and that evolved into Darrell and James making some slightly condescending comments towards Tim. Stacy was having fun and a bit tipsy, so she only giggled a bit at their comments.

When she went to excuse herself to call Tim, he again became the butt of some jokes as she walked away and again when she returned. The partying night went on with increasingly flirtatious behavior and then they called for a ride.

She repeated her routine from the night before and fingered herself to another orgasm in her hotel room after being dropped by the Uber driver.

Sunday, Stacy was adamant to herself about not running into either Darrell or James. She went out for breakfast and avoided the hotel gym just to be safe. However, at lunchtime, she needed to get out of her room and decided to take a run at a local park. She didn’t even get out of the hotel before running into Darrell.

He was quite happy to see her and said, “Hey Stacy! Glad to see you. I’m about to take a visit to my uncle’s place. He’s a big dog in the company. Care to join and meet him?”

Professionally speaking, how could she refuse?

She agreed and asked Darrell to give her a few minutes to change and before long they were in his car heading to his uncle’s place. It was just her and Darrell and the two of them made light small talk about the weekend, as Stacy attempted to make the point of how she doesn’t usually party like that. Darrell kind of laughed that off and she couldn’t help but join him since it was pretty clear she had a great time.

Stacy was a little hesitant about James not being there. Not that she was necessarily seeking his company, but she was a somewhat reluctant about showing up looking as she and Darrell were dating.

Soon enough, they were pulling up to a gorgeous house and Stacy was quite impressed. Darrell explained how he hadn’t been there in a really long time and couldn’t wait to get inside.

As they parked, standing on the large steps leading to the expansive front porch, was a Black man about ten years older than her and Darrell. Stacy assumed it was a son of Darrell’s uncle, making him a cousin. However, upon introductions, she was stunned to find it was the uncle!

“Uncle Dray! Great to see you again!”, as the two men shook hands and embraced.

Stacy watched with a smile on her face and then noticed that Darrell’s uncle had his eyes on her the whole time. She felt her face turn red and shyly glanced at her feet before looking back up at him. She had to admit, the lustful and desirous looks she had been receiving from Darrell, James, and now Darrell’s uncle was starting to have an effect on her. It made her feel sexy and desired. Feelings that had started to push her professional goals into the backseat just a bit.

Darrell then turned to her and introduced her to his uncle who reached out and took her hand in his. Warmth and power exuded from that simple touch. And he made no secret of looking her up and down. Sexual harassment was obviously not a concern of his and, Stacy giggled to herself, she really didn’t mind those eyes taking her in anyway.

Greetings complete, the three of them made their way into Dray’s gorgeous home. He gave them the obligatory walkthrough, refamiliarizing Darrell to the place and giving a bit of a more explanatory talk to Stacy.

Something about this man was striking a chord with her, but she didn’t know what. He had an easygoing manner coupled with his raw confidence. Clearly, he was stunningly attractive, and he felt something similar towards her based on his glances her way. Obviously, his money didn’t hurt, but that had never been a factor for her. Whatever it was, it was stirring her insides in a way she hadn’t felt in a long while.

The three of them eventually settled down to reacquaint or get to know one another and Dray got everyone some drinks. Like Darrell getting her a margarita without asking on the first night out, Dray didn’t ask what she wanted either. He just came back in with a beer for each of them. It was another notch in Dray’s belt for her.

A couple hours and a couple beers later, Stacy was feeling good. She had loosened up further and felt as if she was now just hanging out with friends as opposed to professional associates. She couldn’t deny the desire that she hoped Dray would attempt to make a move on her, even if she would have to reject it based on her marriage to Tim. She felt as if he were toying with her, and it was driving her crazy. It only served to increase her flirtatious behavior.

They three of them ordered pizza and Dray was now being unmistakable in his teasing with her. He was always within arm’s length, and she was Travesti Gümüşsuyu having a hard time resisting touching him. As the laughter and fun ensued, she made her playful swats of his arm last just a little longer than normal.

All too soon the night came to an end and it was time to say goodbye. She watched as Darrell and his uncle did their man handshake and then embraced and was licking her lips in anticipation and hope that Dray would pull her into his arms also. She was not disappointed.

Dray stepped up to her and extended his arms. Stacy felt as if she melted into him. After a nice hug, he pulled back slightly and said, “I’m hoping you’ll come by again before the seminar is over.”

Stacy was breathlessly nodding, her mouth too dry to speak.

It was somewhat of an awkward drive back to the hotel with Darrell for Stacy. He clearly had noticed the connection between Stacy and Dray. It was impossible to hide. For him, it was a welcome turn of events at the potential of getting somewhere with Stacy. For her, she didn’t want to off the “wrong impression.”

A short while later, safely tucked away in her hotel bed, Stacy’s fingers again took her to orgasm, the thoughts of Dray, and a bit of Darrell, on her mind.

The following day at the seminar she met up again with Darrell and James as Darrell was recounting the fun from the day before. James was a little envious which made Stacy feel good and only added a little further to the sentiments that had been brewing since the trip began.

However, shortly after lunchtime everything began to change. The stories of the virus began to really pick up steam. There was debate about cancelling the seminar and that just kind of dominated events. Things moved at such speed from that point, that the decision to cancel the seminar was made the following morning. Stacy tried in vain to make travel arrangements home, but with all of the chaos in additional travelers and fewer flights made that a futile effort.

Compounding things, being trapped in the hotel with all of these strangers was no longer an appealing option. She met with Darrell and James in the morning and Darrell suggested they go stay at his uncle’s place. He had the room. It would limit contact with others, and they could have a good time until they could travel. It was a good suggestion, but the butterflies immediately came to life in Stacy’s belly.

She texted her husband and let him know about the seminar and about the travel, but she omitted the part about Dray’s place. She had to figure out a good way to present that.

Early that afternoon, Darrell confirmed things with Dray and he, James and Stacy checked out of their rooms, and she and James returned their rental cars. Stacy was a ball of nerves on the ride over. She found Dray tremendously attractive and fun, and those same sentiments were growing for Darrell and James. All of these feelings further enflamed by her nightly masturbation sessions. And she knew they would party while at Dray’s place which meant things would only grow. But, there really was no other option.

She was so lost in thought that she didn’t even realize they had arrived until Darrell shut off the car. Her first sight upon stepping out of the car. Dray. Casually dressed in clothing perfect to compliment his body and to go with the warm afternoon. Stacy’s breath caught as she saw him.

It was Stacy who Dray greeted first. He grabbed her bags with no effort and hauled them into the house, showing her to the room she would occupy.

After putting her bags inside, he seemed to linger in the doorway making casual conversation.

His attractiveness and flirtatious nature were all welcome stress relievers compared to what was being discussed on the news. Stacy didn’t want him to leave any more than he did. The two of them shared some subtle laughs before he ultimately excused himself so she could unpack.

The moment Dray left, Stacy’s first inclination was to close the door, strip off her pants, and finger herself to orgasm. She resisted the urge and decided instead to use the unpacking process to let her feelings settle down. It worked to a degree.

When she finally ventured out of the room, an hour or so later, Stacy had on a simple pair of shorts and an unintentionally sexy sleeveless white top. Her selection of clothing complimented her fit athletic form perfectly. Dray, Darrell, and James were in the living room talking until she stepped into the room. Then they fell in silence looking at her.

Try as she might, she could not help the flush of embarrassment from washing over her face at their reactions. She attempted to mask it with a smile but that only accented her beauty further.

Dray did not waste time. He was seated on a love seat facing Stacy as she walked in. He slid over a bit and patted the seat next to him. There was another equally comfortable chair without anyone on it in that same room, but Stacy couldn’t seem to help herself. She knew she shouldn’t do it. She knew keeping some distance between her and Dray would have been more appropriate. She knew the other chair was the proper choice. Instead, she made what her mind convinced her was the right choice. She briefly met Dray’s eyes, then dipped her head slightly, and with a sly grin, she bit her lip as she made her way to his side.

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Queen of Spades: BBC vs BWC

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Brunette

The day started out nicely for Patrice Duplessis. It was an unseasonably warm day in early October in the City of Montreal, Quebec. The Fall of 2023 surprised many across Canada in this manner. Patrice had things to do that day. The six-foot-tall, brown-haired, green-eyed young Frenchman checked his messages and found himself smiling. He’d been talking to this nice couple from Fetish Life, Yvon Etienne and Rachel Lefebvre. The tall, dark-skinned and muscular black man and the curvy, blonde-haired white woman were insanely hot and down to do some raunchy stuff. Patrice was more than okay with that because he’s totally bisexual and into couples. Let the raunchy interracial bisexual fun begin.

“You’re my first BWC,” said Rachel Lefebvre as she grabbed Patrice’s long and thick pale cock. Patrice nodded and smiled as the sexy blonde woman took his dick into her mouth. Meanwhile, Rachel’s boyfriend Yvon Etienne put a condom then slammed his thick black dick into her from behind, making her big white booty bounce. Patrice winked at Yvon as the tall, handsome and dark-skinned stud fucked the hell out of his favorite blonde. Patrice took note of Yvon’s impressive dick size and stroke game. The black stud got a lot of things going on for him. Patrice likes that a lot.

“Take this dick,” Yvon said, and he smacked Rachel’s thick white ass as he slammed his big black dick into her pussy. At five-foot-eleven and two hundred and sixty pounds, Rachel is definitely a BBW and one of the hottest ever. This gal can take dick for days and then some. As Yvon fucked her, Rachel would have screamed but Patrice’s big white cock in her throat kind of prevented that. The two studs rammed their dicks into the sexy curvy blonde’s holes, fucking her like there was no tomorrow. At a certain point, the three of them took a break before switching things up. This time, Patrice got to fuck Rachel while Yvon watched.

“Exquisite Fulya travestileri beauty,” Patrice said as he bent Rachel over and admired the sexy blonde woman’s thick white ass. Stroking his big white cock, Patrice winked at Yvon as he drew closer to Rachel. Without further ado, Patrice put on a condom, then spread Rachel’s thick ass cheeks and looked at her butt hole. Yvon stroked his big black dick with one hand and grabbed some lotion with the other. Patrice smiled at Yvon as the black stud handed him the lotion. Patrice lubricated Rachel’s asshole and then warned her that he was going to fuck her ass. Quite fortunately, the blonde gal was down for whatever.

“Show me what you can do,” Rachel said in a sassy tone. Laughing. Patrice proceeded to do just that. Time to remind this Queen of Spades how good a big white cock can feel. Gripping Rachel’s hips, Patrice pushed his cock into her asshole. Rachel screamed as Patrice’s cock popped into her asshole. She hadn’t had a dick this huge back there in a long time. While fucking Rachel in the ass, Patrice made eye contact with Yvon. Nodding, Yvon continued to stroke his big black dick while watching Patrice fuck Rachel in the ass. Some black guys like watching their white girlfriends get BWC and there is nothing wrong with that.

“This is what I do to white bitches who fuck black men, I fuck them in the ass with my BWC,” Patrice crowed as he butt-fucked Rachel right in front of Yvon. Face down and big ass up, Rachel screamed passionately as Patrice fucked her in the ass. As Patrice continued to fuck Rachel’s asshole, he smiled at Yvon. Oh yeah, Yvon is one of those black guys who likes watching his woman get fucked by other men. Black cuckolds most definitely do exist and Patrice loves to have fun with them. As Rachel’s passionate screams filled the air, Patrice did his thing, enthralling both the lady Fulya travesti and her man Yvon.

“This is hot,” Yvon said, and then he did something which surprised both Patrice and Rachel. Yvon got on his back and slid underneath Rachel. The chubby blonde gal was pleasantly surprised when her favorite black stud grabbed her big tits and fondled them. At the same time, Yvon brought his lips to Rachel’s pussy and began licking her. This was a nice surprise, to put it mildly. Meanwhile, Patrice thrust his big white cock into Rachel’s asshole, his dick mere inches from Yvon’s face while Yvon licked Rachel’s pussy. Oh my, isn’t this wild and hot?

“Oh fuck, it hurts but feels good,” Rachel said, moaning and groaning as Patrice’s big white cock filled her asshole. At the same time, Yvon ate Rachel’s pussy, causing her to squeal in sheer delight. After fucking Rachel’s asshole for a while, Patrice had enough. He pulled out of her asshole and tossed aside the used condom. Yvon suddenly grabbed Patrice’s big white cock and then took him into his mouth. Yeah, that’s right, the black man started sucking the same white cock that just fucked his blonde girlfriend’s asshole. Rachel slumped on the bed, exhausted from getting ass fucked. Ignoring her, Patrice and Yvon did their thing.

“Suck my cock before I fuck you,” Patrice said, and Yvon nodded and complied. The black stud sucked that big white cock like there was no tomorrow. Stunned and aroused, Rachel fingered her pussy while watching Yvon suck Patrice’s cock. Rachel had never seen anything like this that’s for sure. After polishing Patrice’s cock with his mouth and tongue, Yvon got on all fours. Patrice admired the bisexual black man’s cute ass. As Rachel looked on, Patrice winked at her and asked her to hand over the condoms and lubricant, which she did. Patrice put on a condom and then pushed his big white cock into Yvon’s Travesti fulya smooth black ass. Time for the black stud to learn what the Queen of Spades just experienced, how much fun it to take a BWC up the ass!

“Oh damn,” Yvon said, groaning as Patrice shoved his big white cock up his black ass. Talk about reverse Oreo action. Rachel watched as Patrice fucked Yvon’s sweet black ass. The tall, chubby blonde-haired white woman knew exactly how the tall, dark-skinned bisexual black man felt as the BWC filled his black ass. After all, mere moments ago, Rachel, a bona-fide Queen of Spades, took Patrice’s huge white cock up her big white ass like a champ. Yvon here is a strong black man, one who’s wicked popular with the white ladies due to his macho airs and his big black dick. Surely a brotha like that can handle a BWC up his ass? Time to find out!

“This is what I do to black guys who fuck white women, I shove my white cock up their black asses,” Patrice said to Rachel as he fucked Yvon. Groaning, Yvon stroked his big black dick as Patrice filled his black ass with his fine, thick white cock. Rachel was both disturbed and aroused by what she was seeing. The Queen of Spades was stunned to see her BBC man take a BWC up his ass. Rachel drew closer and took Yvon’s dick into her mouth, fellating him while Patrice fucked his ass. Patrice smiled at Rachel as he fucked Yvon’s ass. Yeah, nowadays, Queens of Spades and BBC men are all the rage. Someone’s got to remind them of how much fun BWC can be. In the name of interracial harmony of course.

“Oh yeah, cum over our faces,” Rachel said, and she knelt beside Yvon as Patrice jacked off all over their faces. The bisexual white stud smiled as he blew his load all over the blonde-haired white woman’s face and the bisexual black man’s face. The bisexual interracial couple happily shared the bisexual white stud’s cum. Bisexual BWC is the gift that keeps on giving and for far too long, bisexual BBC men and Queen of Spades-type white women have denied themselves. Patrice thanked Yvon and Rachel for a wonderful time and then hit the road. Another one done, and it’s all good. The adventures of Bisexual BWC will continue…

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Naomi’s Convention Rendevous – Vid 03

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Bondage

Naomi’s Convention Rendevous: Video 3

With two videos of my sexual depravity released and being viewed by thousands of people, the thought of how much of my identity would be revealed in the third upcoming video plagued my mind. The conversation Geo and I had after the release of the second video made me question more if I had a subconscious desire to be noticed. However, I argued that I didn’t want to be exposed. I had chosen more revealing masks because I was in a naughty and sexy mood then, not because I wanted to be recognized.

After showing my husband the first two videos, he didn’t seem to share my worries. He had yet to bring up the possibility of me being recognized. Maybe he wanted that to happen or already figured it would happen. Either way, he seemingly was not concerned about it at all. That helped me quell my concerns, but not entirely.

The other side of my internal debate made the point that I was getting aroused and excited at the idea of being recognized, even if it was a scary possibility.

As had been the case with the previous two videos, Geo ran trailers for the third on the free porn sites. These teaser trailers showed quick flashes of the video and what erotic sex it would contain. They also included screens of big, bold text proclaiming things like “Hotwife,” “Cheating,” and “Slut Wife.” I watched those trailers many times in anticipation of the video drop, and every time my arousal stirred.

When I got the text from Geo indicating the third video was up, I hit the refresh button on my laptop as I had it on and loaded up with his site. Frontpage and center stood the new third video. The thumbnail showed me on my knees, naked and mouth open. Of course, I knew it was me, but I couldn’t help but believe anyone that knew me could also tell. My husband had, after all.

Again, this was primarily due to the mask I had chosen to wear for the third meet-up. It was a small masquerade-style mask with a tie-off in the back, but it only fully covered one eye. The other half covered my eyebrow; it was the most visible my face would be in any of the videos thus far.

The video began as the other two had, with a flashy introduction.

The same flash of words with images of me in different sexual moments behind them rolled at the beginning. With each word and image, my sex pulsed.

“Hotwife,” over a picture of me with Geo’s black cock in my mouth.

“Cuckold,” over me, holding my ass open to show the jeweled plug, my wedding ring visible.

“Slutwife,” on top of an image of my pussy leaking Geo’s cum.

“Cheater,” over my Instagram profile picture.

That’s right; he used a picture of me from my everyday life. An image that all of my followers have seen. The only saving grace was the word “Cheater” was in bold and covered my eyes. However, seeing a regular picture of myself mixed with other pornographic ones made me shutter with nerves and arousal.

This time, there wasn’t a screenshot of text messages; just a brief statement from Geo popped on the screen:

“As you will see in this video, the slut wife, Naomi, is getting more comfortable with revealing herself. Maybe some of you recognize her. I’m sure she would love that.”

Geo seemed to push the theme I wanted others to see and potentially notice me with the opening additions to the video. He made it clear to anyone watching that I was the one who picked out the masks to wear and that I had reached out to him for the opportunity to be his next “video hoe.” His statements were all true, I could not deny it, but to have it laid out so plainly made it seem so much more intentional. I wasn’t actively trying to be noticed. I was looking to have a once-in-a-lifetime experience and surprise my husband with a record of my transgression. I had never thought about being recognized until Geo brought it up.

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For our third meeting, it was less of a production. I showed up at Geo’s hotel, and we moved right into sexual eroticism. Much like the first meet-up, I wore an oversized coat to his hotel, but this time had nothing on underneath. If my journey through my hotel lobby was nerve-wracking the first time, it is exemplified this time. What added to my nerves was the added stimulation provided by Geo from the night before.

As I was leaving his room after our second encounter, Geo gave me the jeweled butt plug he had used on me and instructed me to wear it during the convention and when I came back the following day. The constant pressure throughout the day on the convention floor kept my thoughts on all the pleasure Geo had provided me during the past two meetings and had my sex practically leaking as I made my way to his hotel.

My hotel was filled with more people attending the convention, which meant more people recognized me and wanted to talk and take pictures with me as I journeyed through the lobby in only my coat. Each time I stopped to speak with a fan or pose for a photo, I wondered if they could tell I was naked under my long jacket. Of course, these interactions caused my pussy to gush Fındıkzade travesti with excitement. Thankfully, I got the sense that none of the people I saw noticed my naughty secret, as they all seemed too distracted to be talking with me.

I was utterly revved up once I was at Geo’s hotel and quickly discarded my jacket to reveal my nakedness the moment I was inside his room. I had put the mask on before knocking, knowing he would be recording once the door opened. Geo matched my eagerness and began ordering me around as soon as the door shut and my coat was on the floor.

“I like this; no need to fiddle with clothes. We can just get down to business,” Geo said as I stood before him. “Turn around and bend over. I want to see if you followed my instructions.”

I knew what he wanted, and I complied. Turning to face the hotel room door, I bent at my waist. In my position, he and the camera could see the sparkle of the plug between my ass cheeks.

“Perfect. Did you also have it in during the convention,” Geo asked after seeing my plugged ass.

I answered with a soft “Yes.”

“How did that feel? Did you like having a sexy secret that no one knew about,” Geo asked?

“It felt amazing. It made me feel extra slutty, considering I also didn’t wear panties,” I replied before answering Geo’s second question. “Having it in without anyone knowing and talking to them was so sexy.”

Geo let out a chuckle and had me stand back up to face him.

“Kind of like these videos we are making. You wear your masks so that others don’t know who you are, but you want to show off what a slut you are,” Geo stated.

What he said was true on some level, and I responded truthfully.

“Exactly.”

Again, Geo smiled at my reply and then spoke, “let’s show everyone how good of a slut you are; get down on your knees and show me the best use for that mouth of yours.”

I said nothing and instead complied with his order as he commanded. My knees hit the carpeted floor, and my hands reached out to begin opening his pants. His miraculous manhood was quickly freed and was already semi-erect. Using one hand, I gave it a few good strokes before leaning in and taking the bulbous head into my watering mouth.

Geo recorded me as I showed off my excellent oral skills on his cock. I used my hand to pump his shaft as I lovingly sucked the tip, then I alternated, pushing as much of his thickness into my mouth and throat. From Geo’s moans and comments, he seemed to enjoy everything I was doing.

As I dutifully bobbed up and down, I thought about how slutty I was being. Having just arrived and already naked with a big black cock in my mouth. To top it all off, I allowed Geo to videotape everything, knowing that he would be posting it online for others to see. This video was the third recording I made with him, with two more planned. Slut pretty much summed me up.

Geo broke me from my thoughts as he said, “Yeah, you want everyone to see how well you suck my big black dick. To show off how much of a cheating slut wife you are.”

I groaned my agreement into his cock, not wanting to take it out of my mouth.

“I bet you are never like this for your husband, but put a black cock in front of you, and your true self comes out,” Geo continued.

His statement wasn’t entirely true. I had been naughty for my husband many times. Though I never let him record any of those moments, so in a small way, Geo had a point.

“From our last two meetings, I can tell you want to prove yourself as a slut. Prove yourself to me, yourself, and my viewers,” Geo further said.

Again, I moaned into his cock, as I understood what he was saying and agreed with it. I wanted to show him how slutty I could be. To show I could be like all the other women in his videos. I wanted to prove that I could be a naughty wife who is a slut for another man. I wanted it to be evident to everyone watching that I was the perfect slut.

“I bet you would love it if you didn’t have to hide your slutty side and if you could just live your life like the genuine slut you are,” Geo pushed on, now grabbing ahold of my head and pulling his cock free from my mouth.

He laid his lengthy pole along my upturned face as he asked, “You want that, don’t you? You want everyone to know you are a cheating slut; that you love letting a big black man have his way with you.”

I nodded in a blur of lust, but Geo wanted more. He wanted to hear me say it aloud. He clarified this intention by slapping his stiff rod onto my face and urging me to speak. “I want everyone to know I am a slut. A cheating slut wife for black cock,” I quickly complied. His big smile returned, and he stuffed his cock into my mouth.

(Of course, watching this portion of the video after its release, I was reminded of how much Geo pushed me to confirm my desire to show off or prove myself a slut. At the time, I thought it was just typical naughty talk, but now after the additions in the first three videos, this conversation has taken on a new meaning. Fındıkzade travestileri It almost seemed I was confirming that I wanted to be recognized.)

I remained on my knees, sucking his cock for a long time. To the point, my knees began to ache, along with my jaw. My chin and chest were coated with saliva at different levels of dryness. I wondered how long Geo wanted me to continue, and the few times I looked up at him, I got the sense that he was in no hurry to have me stop.

Eventually, and quite abruptly, Geo did have me stop. He pulled his member away and ordered me to crawl over to the chair he had placed in the center of the room. I did as instructed, and when I looked over my shoulder, I watched as he swiftly stripped out of his clothes before walking over to sit in the chair.

“In our first meeting, you took to eating my ass out, so I thought you would like to indulge yourself once again,” Geo said while keeping the camera pointed down at my face and lifting his legs up and over the arms of the chair.

I didn’t say anything but showed my compliance by leaning with my tongue jutted out to begin licking his exposed asshole. While his positioning did an okay job of allowing my tongue to slither in and lick, I had to use my hands to spread open his ass cheeks further to get my face and mouth involved.

My proactiveness was met with appreciation from Geo, who encouraged me by saying, “that’s it slut, get in there. Show everyone how much you love eating my ass. Let hubby see how nasty of a slut you are.”

His words spurred me on, and I frantically devoured his ass. My tongue probed and licked. My mouth sucked and kissed. I was focused on the task and making a show for Geo and the camera. I could feel his taught ball sack resting on my face, sliding across my eyes and the mask as I maneuvered for better access. Like the first time, I could feel my mask shifting from the movement, but I could not do much as my focus was on pleasuring Geo’s ass.

Thankfully, I knew that Geo’s cock and ball sack resting on my face while pushing my mask up were doing just as good a job as the mask covering my face. Though I had to ensure that when I stopped rimming him, I moved quickly to readjust the mask.

As he had been when I was blowing him, Geo was not in a hurry to have me stop. My face became sticky with the saliva I was producing to lap at his dark hole. To be frank, I wasn’t in a hurry either. I was lost in being the depraved slut, and my slit showed proof. The pink folds of my sex were slicked with my arousal, and though I wanted to, I kept from touching myself. I wanted Geo to be the one to touch me.

After another few minutes, Geo abruptly grabbed me by my hair and pulled me away from his ass. I was quickly drawn back to sucking his black rod. With my hands, I reached up to do my best to readjust the mask, but with how Geo was manhandling my head, it was a futile effort. Thankfully, the position he held my head in kept my face down and out of direct view of the camera. Therefore, I focused on not gagging from the forceful face-fucking and letting my mask’s position drift from my mind.

From his erratic thrusts and the degrading things he was saying, I could sense Geo wasn’t trying to hold off his climax. Instead, he seemed hell-bent on bringing it about as rapidly as possible. I was just along for the ride as he grunted, “take my dick, you cheating slut. Show everyone that you are just a fuck toy for me.” He added, “you love to be used like this, and you love that others will see you being used like this,” before pulling me away from his raging erection by my hair and feverously jacking himself inches from my wrecked face.

“I’m gonna cum all over your pretty married face, so when your husband sees this video, he will know just what a dirty slut he is married to,” Geo said as his fist pumped his shaft in a blur of motion. I knelt beneath him, his black cock eclipsing my face, and I noticed my mask clenched in his fist. It dangled as he fisted his cock, and I was interrupted just as I was about to say something. “Here it comes slut,” Geo shouted, followed by grunts and volley after volley of his gooey ejaculate raining done on my upturned face.

When his eruption finally sputtered to an end, I felt the heaviness of his load everywhere on my face. I must have looked like I had been slimed because I felt as though every inch of skin was coated with the sticky goo.

As Geo regained his composure, he spoke to me, “Perfect. You look like the dirty slut you truly are.” He then surprised me as he dropped his hand holding the camera, indicating he had stopped recording. “Go clean up in the bathroom. I set things up for the next scene. We can start when you finish. Oh, and here, you can have this back too.”

Geo tossed my tiny mask to me, and I caught it though still confused and concerned. However, I didn’t stay kneeling and pondering my fears for long. I stood up and headed toward the attached bathroom.

Inside the ensuite, I could look at the aftermath Travesti fındıkzade of my facial, and my suspicions were correct; I was heavily coated. As I went to work washing off the sticky gunk, I began to ponder just how much of my face was visible while Geo unloaded onto it. Without my mask, my guess was all of it.

Upon my return to Geo and with my mask back in place, I brought up my concern, and he assured me that my face was no more visible than it had been with the mask. He told me that his cock blocked out much of my face from the angle he was recording. He even offered to replay the footage to show me, but I trusted his word. Instead, I said I was ready to continue.

To my surprise, he had me get back into my last position, on my knees in front of him in the chair. This time his cock wasn’t wholly erect but was still impressively thick. I did notice that he had set up tripods with other cameras to capture the angles from behind me and the side.

I waited between his legs for him to instruct me what to do, and as I did, I saw the remnants of his recent orgasm leaking from the tip of his cock. Out of instinct, I leaned in and lapped the cloudy white droplet from the end of his penis.

“Can’t get enough, can you,” Geo asked in response to my actions.

I looked up at him and smiled as I replied, “sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.”

Geo reached down and gripped his dangling manhood, lifting it and swatting my face with its floppy heft as he said, “That’s ok slut. I can’t blame a cock whore for acting like a cock whore.”

His words painted me as a desperate skank, but they turned me on. I purred my arousal as he smacked my face with his semi-erect cock over and over.

“Get up on your hands and knees so you can wiggle your slutty ass for the camera and show off your plug,” Geo ordered.

As seductively as I could, I perched myself into position. My face inches away from Geo’s bulbous organ, and my ass pointed out at the camera. I swayed my hips to show off my naked rear end and the glittering plug between my cheeks. At that moment, more than any other, I felt like one of the many porn video girls I had seen before. I was acting out of lust and performing for the camera; I loved it.

SMACK!

Geo’s hand swatted my right ass cheek with a stinging swiftness. I felt the warming sting radiate to the surface and was sure it showed perfectly for the camera.

“Your ass looks good with a plug in it,” Geo said, swatting my other cheek. “It’s gonna look even better with my black cock buried inside.”

I yelped from the second firmer smack and then moaned at his indication of his enormous cock penetrating my virgin ass. My moans turned to groans as I felt his fingers grip the jeweled base of the plug and begin to pull on it. Without much resistance, the metal toy slipped free of my butt, and I felt the slight gape of my hole as it left. I was sure the camera captured it too.

Geo gave my ass another softer smack and leaned back with the plug between his fingers. He held it in front of my face and, without saying a word, pushed it into my lips. I instinctively opened my lips and let him slip it further into my mouth. It wasn’t until my tongue swirled around the warm metal object that I connected the fact that it had just been in my ass. Remarkably, I wasn’t put off by having something in my mouth that had just been in my butt. There was no visual indication of where it had been, but the warmth revealed it had been in use.

In my short time experiencing the toy, it was always cool to the touch; this time, it held a subtle heat, making me feel so deviant to be holding it in my mouth. I reveled in the realization and sensation, but Geo pulled me out of it when he spoke.

“It almost looks as good in your mouth as it did in your ass.” I looked up at him, unsure how to respond, but I did notice that he was no longer holding the jeweled plug and that I had complete control over it. I could spit it out, but I didn’t. Instead, I kept it in my mouth, letting my tongue explore the smooth metal shape. He watched me with intention while stroking his semi-erect member. I watched him in fascination and wondered what his next move would be.

Geo seemed content to sit and slowly fist his cock as he spoke to me, asking questions.

“You love being a slut for me. Being a cheating, married slut for me. You want me to use you, to make you let your inner freak out. You don’t get to act like this with your husband, do you,” he asked.

I shook my head to indicate I did not. It was mostly true. I occasionally act slutty for my husband, but never to the level I have with Geo over the past three meetings.

“Yeah, you just open up for black cock. In more ways than one,” Geo responded with a laugh. He then reached out and pulled the plug from my mouth, tossing it over me onto the bed. “Turn around; let me look at that ass of yours for a while.”

I followed his command and shifted around on my hands and knees a hundred and eighty degrees to present my exposed ass and pussy to Geo. Without being told, I made eye contact with the camera on the tripod now in front of me. The camera was previously focused on my backside and very likely had captured my dilated asshole after the plug’s removal. It also certainly, recorded just how aroused my dripping sex was, which was now present directly at Geo.

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The news is full of people worrying about how easy it is for teenagers to get access to porn nowadays. But teenagers have always had access to porn, just in different formats. My dad’s generation talked about finding stashes of porn mags in bushes in the park. I had access to porn on Usenet and other early internet services.

Unless you were at a university or a company with a very expensive connection you probably couldn’t download anything from alt.binaries. And with so little bandwidth to share, downloading binaries would have been noticed. Words would have been had. P45s would have been issued.

I was just 18 when we got a dialup account, so I downloaded text porn at home.

I liked the stories, of course. I also liked the ads. The ads were really little stories with lots of the details left out. If you read an ad you could make up the story yourself.

I liked reading the ads from couples who wanted another man. And I always imagined myself as the husband whose wife was pleasured by the man of men they recruited. And being 18 I could enjoy a lot of stories every night.

By the time I started university I knew that I had a kink. But I also knew that university was a whole new world. I’d go in as someone whose only topic of conversation was what they studied at A Level and I’d leave a remade person. Or that’s sort of what I hoped.

That’s sort of what happened. But now how I expected.

* * *

The Students’ Union ran a big party on the Friday night of the first week. I put on my best shirt and trousers and went along to the club but I was bricking it. I had no social skills. I had a horrible feeling that I’d end up drinking three pints of nasty lager, feeling unwell and going home without meeting anyone.

Weirdly, that’s not what happened.

I didn’t know anyone, so I went straight to the bar for a discount pint. As I found a place to wait I felt a light hand on my shoulder. A Chinese looking girl spoke to me.

“Hello, I’m Hua, who are you?”

Her sentence structure sounded a bit formal and forced but this was better than I had hoped for, so I smiled.

“I’m Rufus. Pleased to meet you, Hua. Would you like a drink?”

“Oh, thank you but no. Alcohol makes my skin go red. Is there a quiet place where we could chat?”

Eventually we found what the club called the chill-out room. It just had some ambient music and we could hear each other really easily.

Hua explained that she was a foreign exchange student. One of her goals was to improve her English.

“What are the other goals?” I asked.

“One is that I’ve never kissed a boy before. Maybe I could reach that goal tonight.”

“That goal is yours for the taking. If you reach for it I think you’ll find someone very willing to kiss you.”

Hua’s kiss was soft and gentle. I responded with a little more passion and she then kicked it up a level. Our tongues duelled and I was in heaven. I had almost not come out. I thought the event would be a drunken disaster for me. Instead, I was kissing a very pretty Chinese girl and neither of us had even bought a drink.

We spent a long time in that chill-out room. Only kissing, of course. But I couldn’t have been happier. Eventually we paused and I spoke.

“Hua, I’d really like to see you again. Is that OK?”

“Of course, I have not practised English tonight. We can meet in the library lobby at 12 tomorrow. We can speak and then maybe more.”

“That sounds brilliant. I’ll wait by the phone booths.”

“I’ll recognise you, silly Rufus,” she teased. You have red hair. Even here in Britain you are a bit rare.”

* * *

I didn’t want to be late, so I was in the library lobby at 11:30 the next morning, of course. Hua was pretty much on time.

“It’s about time for lunch. Where would you like to eat?”

“In our English courses they told me about a thing called a ‘greasy spoon café’. Do you know if there is one near here?”

“There’s normally at least one on every high street and I’m sure there’ll be one near a university campus. Let’s walk and explore.”

We found the nearest greasy spoon and Hua was delighted to try a full English breakfast for her lunch. We spoke while we ate and I realised that Hua wasn’t just pretty, she was determined. It was probably even more attractive than her face and figure.

“Thank you for lunch, Rufus. I am staying in the Margaret Halls. Would you like to see?”

I was as excited as I could possibly be. Of course I wanted an invitation to her room. When we got there, Hua invited me to kiss her again. Then she asked if I was interested in taking things further.

“I am sure I’d be happy to do anything you want, Hua. You set the pace. I’ll let you know if you go too fast for me.”

“OK. Undress me.”

I knew I had to do this well. I had to make her feel special, even if she was just wearing jeans and a t-shirt. So I gently kissed her body as I removed each item of her outer clothing. I even kissed her feet when I removed her boots and socks. She was standing in front of me Beşiktaş travesti in simple white cotton knickers and a white bra, supporting a tiny pair of breasts.

“May I remove these, too?”

“Only after I have removed yours. We should be equal. That is important in British culture, right?”

“Yes, that sounds very good.”

I was excited but a little worried that she might find my cotton briefs with a racing car motif a bit childish. I hadn’t expected anything like this today. I was completely unprepared for Hua.

“Now, you can take my bra off.”

I’d never done that before, so working out how to undo the clasp without looking was a bit odd. But eventually I got it and threw her bra on her bed. I bent down and kissed each of her nipples.

“That was nice, Rufus. But I want something nicer. Please take off my knickers. Then, you can kneel in front of me.”

A real life girl was letting me completely undress her. I was so excited. But even better, she was taking command. She was giving orders. She was making me her servant. As I knelt before her I had so many contact ads and erotic stories running through my teenage brain.

“Breathe deeply, Rufus.” She commanded.

I took the initiative to move my face closer to her tiny little black bush before breathing in deeply and swooning at her scent.

“I’m going to lie down. You’re going to serve me and follow my instructions closely. Do you understand?”

“Yes. You give me orders and I give you pleasure.”

“Good. Now I want you to…”

Hua was a good teacher. I had literally no idea how to give oral sex to a woman. Her tutorial set me on the path to success. I knew I had achieved success when I heard her gasp and moan as she came. As I moved my lips away I could see quite a lot of creamy juice that must have come from her and not me. I was pretty proud of giving a girl an orgasm on my first go, even if I was following explicit instructions.

“Now, we’ll stand up again and I’ll remove your underwear.”

I suppose there’s no way this couldn’t have been a bit embarrassing but it was a whole lot better than wanking in my own dorm room. I was already erect and my foreskin had pulled back. I hoped that she wasn’t disappointed.

“Oh, you have ginger pubes, too. That’s so hot! Now, you lie back and tell me how you want it.”

I tried as hard as I could but I barely lasted two minutes. I didn’t even know I was going to cum. It just sort of happened and she got two spurts before she pulled away and got the rest on her face.

“I’m so sorry, Hua. I didn’t mean to do that. It just sort of happened.”

“Don’t worry, Rufus. But because you came in my mouth and on my face without warning you have to lick it off and then kiss me. OK?”

“Very OK, Hua. Thank you.”

My cum didn’t taste all that bad. Being commanded to lick it off her face and get a snowball from her was a huge thrill, though. My wet cock was getting hard against her leg very fast.

“I think you like it when I give you orders, Rufus.”

“Oh yes, Hua. I like it when you are in control.”

“Good. I can feel that you’re almost ready. I think we should continue. I have condoms in the drawer, there. Get one.”

Despite blowing my load quickly when she gave me a blowjob I was still a bit trigger happy. I told myself that I had given her one orgasm with my tongue and could do so again. But I felt a mixture of elation and sadness as I came after barely five minutes. It was my first time, so looking back I shouldn’t have felt so bad about it but I was embarrassed. But Hua just took it as another opportunity to deliver an order.

“You came too soon, Rufus. You must give me an orgasm to equal yours. Put your face back between my legs. And this time…”

Hua didn’t let me stop until she had cum at least three times and I was starting to feel much better. It was better that she cum more. If she came less then she might not let me go down on her again.

“You did good for your first time, Rufus. Now hug me.”

I spooned her, making sure my semi was along her spine and not between her legs. I didn’t want to risk her getting pregnant.

“Hua, why did you tap me on the shoulder? There were hundreds of boys at that club and you could have picked anyone.”

Hua turned over and faced me. I looked into her pretty, dark brown eyes as we poke.

“Oh, well it’s because I made myself a promise when I was planning in China.”

“What promise?”

“In China we are all the same. Or at least officially. And in my city we are all very similar. People in western China look a bit different but not where I’m from. And I wanted to go out and experience the world. And one of the things I wanted to experience was different men.”

“I don’t understand. What do you mean?”

“In China we don’t have any redheads. I’ve never seen one. And no black men, either. I wanted to have sex with a redhead and a black man. I saw your hair and that’s why I spoke to you.”

“So now you’ve had sex with me, you want Beşiktaş travestiileri to have sex with someone else?”

It sounded almost like an accusation. I was feeling nervous and sad. Was this how girls felt after a man left in the middle of the night?

“Yes, I want to have sex with a black man. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have sex again. You did a good job. Especially oral. You like that I think. I want to have sex with you again. But I also want to have sex with a black man.”

“Oh!”

I felt a strange mix of emotions and knew I had to ask.

“So, if you had sex with another man. Any man. And then he left. Would you let me come by and go down on you?”

Hua paused for a minute and then I saw the light of comprehension in her pretty eyes.

“Oh, you mean oral. Yes. That would be very nice. Very nice. Do you really like that?”

“I love kissing you, Hua. Any kind of kissing you permit. But I love kissing you between your legs. And I love when you direct me. When you tell me what I may do and what is not allowed. There is something very appealing about being commanded to kiss you to orgasm.”

Hua kissed me.

“We will talk more, Rufus. I want to see you again and again. I want to help you become the best at oral and I want to keep you for myself. But I will find a black man and I will fuck him. Maybe a lot. I don’t know yet. But I must keep the promise I made myself.”

I suddenly felt myself spurting on her flat belly.

“You are a naughty boy, Rufus. I did not give you permission. You know you have to clean that up, don’t you.”

She pushed on my shoulders and I eagerly moved down. I took my time licking up my cum. Then, I got out of bed and had a glass of water to make sure there was no sperm on my tongue because I knew the next command was more oral.

* * *

We were speaking as we walked home from another greasy spoon lunch a few days later.

“I was looking at your face when I told you that I want to have sex with a black man. I think you weren’t just sad. There was something else. What was it.”

“Can I tell you a story? I want to give you context. Not just a surprise.”

“Of course, we’re here for three years. That’s plenty of time for a long story.”

Then she gave me a peck on the cheek. The show of affection cheered me up and I smiled at her.

“You know, I’d like to give you a kiss, too. But I also really like it when you give commands. So I’ll wait until you order me to kiss you. And then I’ll be very enthusiastic.”

“I think this is related to your story, right?”

“Probably. You tell me when I’m done.”

“Could you tell me your story in bed? Could I feel your cock against my belly while I listen?”

“Yes,” I whispered to her. “Very yes!”

* * *

“My parents wanted the best for us as kids. So we always had computers in the house. They could see that they were the future and they wanted us to be familiar with them. We had a Commodore 64, then an Atari, and finally a Windows PC. I mostly played games on them but I also learned Word Perfect and spreadsheets. And I can program a bit. And then, last year we got dial-up internet access. Do you know about newsgroups?”

“No, what are they?”

“They’re a bit like email but instead of writing to just one person, you write to a group with a topic. Anything from sports to coffee. And, of course, sex.”

“Go on.”

“Well, when I found out about newsgroups I joined a few. But the ones I liked best were groups where people shared sex stories and posted ads. Sort of like dating ads.”

“But not dating ads?”

“Well, I always saw the ads as incomplete stories. You have a starting point and a character or two. And a world of possibility. I saw lots of ads from married couples who were looking for another man to join them. Specifically, these were a couple who wanted a black man to join them.”

“Oh, so when I told you that I want to have sex with a black man you were thinking about something from the ads?”

“Often, in the stories, the husband wants to clean up after the black man has cum in his wife.”

“Do you mean…”

“I mean that the husband licks the black man’s sperm from her pussy. And I know that you rely on condoms, which is good. But well, it just seemed so sexy. Going down on you so soon after you’d had sex with another man. While you were…”

“Oh, I can feel your excitement, Rufus. You are a kinky boy. I approve. I very approve.”

* * *

Hua had not yet found her black man. It’s not that the city wasn’t diverse. But it was her choice and she hadn’t met the right one yet.

By now, Hua was letting me sleep with her so I could go down on her several times before sleeping and at least once upon waking. I was the happiest I had ever been in my life. It’s a good thing Hua is relatively quiet when she cums because I was getting better and better with her careful instruction. Each session could last longer and reach new heights.

So I was surprised when she shared something travesti Beşiktaş with me after her morning orgasm.

“I learned something yesterday. You might be interested.”

“What did you learn?”

“We have access to a sexual health clinic. They can check for diseases and give me the pill. So, if I found a black man I like, and he’s clean, I could let him cum inside me. Then, you could lick his cum out. That’s what you want isn’t it. You want me to get a black lover so you can lick him cum from my pussy.”

I was too excited to speak. I could only nod.

“And I know what you want to be, I think. You want to be my cuckold. Is that right?”

“Why do you want to see another man’s cum inside me? Why do you want to lick it out?”

“Because it’s hot, I suppose.”

“Don’t tell me half truths, Rufus. That’s not the whole reason, is it? This isn’t a physical thing. You’e not cumming in me. And while you like blowjobs and full sex that’s not what gets you most excited. I think it’s something going on in your kinky brain. What is it?”

My brain was overheating. Could I really share this with her? It would make me so vulnerable. But if I didn’t share it with her then there was no chance I could experience my dream.

“The pill is not 100% effective. You could still get pregnant.”

“You’re not a sexual health educator, Rufus. I had this conversation with the nurse at the clinic. You have a secret. Don’t you want to tell me your secret?”

“If you got pregnant with a black baby then you might want to keep the baby. And maybe marry me. And then everyone would know that I am happy for you to cuckold me. And…”

“That is the truth, I think. You are a kinky boy.”

“I don’t want a baby now, of course. Not at university. But if I live here in the west then I could have more than one baby. Women in China are only allowed one baby. And as you say, contraception is not perfect. It’s not a nice policy, Rufus. That’s another reason I came here. If I marry a British man then I can have more than one baby. And I feel the need for babies. Not now. But I want at least two.”

I knelt down. I was shaking. I looked up.

“Rufus, this is very early days. Don’t say anything now that you’ll regret later. Small steps.”

Then she kissed me. And it was a gentle kiss. Not hot and passionate but kind and supportive.

* * *

“Rufus, do you know DD?”

“I’ve heard his name but don’t know him. Who is he?”

“He’s Darius Dawkins. He’s really tall, muscly, and I think he’s hung like an ass.”

“I think you mean donkey, sweetie. The phrase is hung like a donkey.”

“OK, that was a translation fail. But anyway. What do you think?”

“You know that I love it when you’re happy. I hope he can give you what you want. And I hope you want me afterwards.”

“Oh, I will want you afterwards, Rufus. In fact, look what I got.”

She pulled out what I now know to be a pair of Nokia 2110 mobile phones.

“These aren’t just for voice calls. I can send you a text message and call you upstairs from the common room.”

“Where did you get the money? These must be really expensive.”

“I had a small win on the lottery last weekend. I decided to invest in our sex life.”

* * *

I rushed upstairs to Hua’s dorm room as soon as my new phone buzzed with the text message. I opened the door and look at her, bare shoulders over the duvet cover, which looked pretty rumpled. I closed the door and turned the bolt.

“So?” I said.

“No questions. Action first. Story later.”

I felt a warm glow in my belly as I heard Hua’s orders. I knew what I had to do and I went down on her. There was just enough light to tell that she was very juicy, creamy even. I had a feeling that DD had given her a good time.

I licked gently at her lips and heard her moan softly. I now knew what she wanted and I used what I had learned over the last six weeks to help her approach orgasm several times before carrying her over the edge.

“Very good, Rufus. I think you liked that, too.”

“That was so sexy, Hua. Meeting you is the best thing that has ever happened to me. And every day you make my life better. Going down on you while you’re still creamy and juicy from DD was just the best thing ever.”

“You won’t be surprised to know that DD is a big boy. In fact, DD is a very big boy. I wasn’t sure I could take him all inside me at first. But I suppose fucking big black men with big black cocks is a bit like learning English. It’s really hard to begin with but is a lot of fun when you get stuck in. Well, when he got stuck in. Oh Rufus, he was so big. He stretched me so much. It was amazing.”

“I’m so glad for you, Hua.”

“But this is the best bit. I told him that I’ve started on the pill. And I said that if he comes to the clinic with me to get tested and shows me his results…”

“You’ll let me clean you up!” I must have looked like a Cheshire Cat, my smile was so broad.

“I won’t let you clean me up, Rufus.”

I felt a cold chill inside. I don’t know what happened to my face but I probably looked like I was severely ill.

“No,” she said. “I will order you to clean me up. You serve my pleasure, remember!”

Suddenly, all was right in the world again.

* * *

I pulled the phone out as soon as I heard the SMS alert.

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Odaly and I had been college friends for several years and had hooked up multiple times. She was a beautifully thick 24 year old of Mexican and Salvadoran descent with an innocent girl next door vibe. This misleading demeanour concealed her freaky side, which I had become accustomed to. I was the first white guy she had ever been with after we drunkenly hooked up in her dorm one night. She had come to love my oral skills and I would spend hours eating her out, rimming her ass and fingering her to orgasm. She often preferred this to intercourse and we had only fucked twice at this point.

Odaly had an 18-year-old cousin, Maria, who I had met a couple of times. Maria seemed shy and would often dressed conservatively but had an incredibly shaped ass, which was obvious in spite of her tendency to overdress. Odaly got a sudden phone call from her one night while we were both half drunk in her room. Maria had just caught her boyfriend cheating and they’d had a huge fight. Maria was 5 minutes away I was slightly annoyed as we had just been making out and I still had a raging hard on.

Maria entered the apartment in a short plaid skirt that barely covered her ass. I was stunned as she had always kept her most desirable assets hidden before. Maria was about 4’9 and 120lbs with C cup breasts and uncharacteristic thickness around her bum. The skirt she wore revealed just enough ass cheek to have me salivating and aching at the site of her. The cousins embraced as tears began streaming down Maria’s face. She started explaining what happened. We got her a drink to calm her down and within half an hour, she had relaxed a bit. The conversation moved to sex and how she had been unsatisfied with her boyfriend for a while.

“He won’t even go down on me, I’ve heard that feels amazing. I blow him all the time but so much for Beşiktaş travesti an equal relationship.” Odaly looked over at me with a smirk. “Guess you better find a freaky white boy like this one. He loves that shit.”

“I’d be more than happy to help you out,” I said passing it off as a joke.

“That would be crazy, right? I mean you guys have hooked up,” Maria said, looking over at her cousin.

“I’m not gonna stop you girl,” Odaly replied. “It might take your mind off it.”

We did a few tequila shots for liquid courage as Maria was still incredibly nervous. I walked over to the shy 18-year-old and kissed her lips softly, brushing a tear from her makeup smeared face. “It’s okay sweetheart, I’ll be gentle,” I assured her.

I got Maria to lay on her cousin’s bed and spread her legs. I could see a wet spot on the aqua blue thong she was wearing. I kissed Maria’s legs and thighs before carefully peeling off her thong, which was soaked. I positioned my face near her exposed vagina, which was perfectly shaved and placed a loving kiss on her clitoris. “oh my god,” she moaned and began shaking from a mixture of arousal and nervousness.

Odaly ran her fingers through her cousin’s hair to calm her as I shoved my face into her teenage vagina and began licking and slurping feverishly. Maria grabbed my hair and pushed me deeper, soaking my face in her juices. I inserted two fingers inside of her as I continued to slurp on her clit. I was rock hard at this point.

“Lets switch positions so your cousin can show me some love,” I suggested.

I lay on the bed and directed Maria to remove her skirt as Odaly slid off my pants and boxers. Odaly guided her cousin on top of my face as I proceeded to devour her vagina. I soon felt Odaly’s soft lips on the head of my penis as she Beşiktaş travestiileri tongued the slit which was glistening with precum. As Odaly deepthroated me and slurped on my cock, I sped up the pace of my cunnilingus. This caused Maria to lose it as she grinded her pussy furiously into my face and unleashed a flood of fluid into my mouth. “Oh god, that’s so embarrassing.”

“Put your ass on my face,” I commanded Maria. “I haven’t showered today and I’ve been walking for an hour,” she protested. “I don’t care, just do it.”

I spread Maria’s ass cheeks as my face became engulfed in her thickness. I licked her sweaty crack, aroused by the scent and her embarrassment. I pushed Odaly’s head forcefully down on my fully erect penis and heard her choke and struggle for breath as I stuck my tongue as far up Maria’s anus as it would go. “Holy fuck!” she screamed as my tongue invaded her shithole, darting in and out and she rubbed her ass on my face. I could barely breathe as she continued to bury my face in teen booty, smothering me. I alternated between licking her pussy and asshole. My tongue action would grow more intense every time Odaly spat and slobbered on my swollen cock. “I’m gonna cum in your cousin’s mouth” I whispered to Maria.

“Wait! Not before I get a taste.” Maria got off my face and pushed Odaly aside. “I bet I can do it way better than her!”

Without warning Maria grabbed my cock in her fist and gave it a few furious strokes before shoving it all the way down her throat. I could barely hold back more than a few seconds as I felt her throat muscles contract around the full length of my cock. Saliva flew from her mouth as she started facefucking herself like she was possessed, withdrawing only to lick my penis head and suck on my balls periodically. This was travesti Beşiktaş the best blowjob I had ever received.

Odaly mounted my face as her sister had as all the action had left her incredibly moist. She rubbed her vagina all over my face. “I want you to gag your cousin on my dick” I directed Odaly as I proceeded to tongue fuck her pussy. She pushed Maria’s head with full force and I could feel my cock head hitting the back of her throat. She resisted and tried to move around and I could feel my cock rubbing against the roof of her mouth. Odaly came hard on my face and I spread her ass cheeks to give her the deepest rimjob I could. She began twerking her thick Latin ass on my face. “Yes you dirty fucking white boy. You like when Latin girls wipe their asses and pussies on your filthy face, you pervert.”

Odaly’s talk brought out a more sinister desire to watch her cousin get pushed past the brink. I grabbed Maria’s head and stuffed the full length of my penis and both testicles as far into her mouth as they would go. She drooled and convulsed as she struggled to breathe with my cock head practically in her esophagus. I put her in a leg lock and held her there while she struggled. “Yeah, you like choking my little 18 year old cousin with your dick?” Odaly egged me on while Maria did her best to breathe as her airway was assaulted. When I finally let her go Maria shrieked “That was fucking awesome and began slamming her face onto my cock at rapid speed, saliva flying across the bed.

Odaly’s escalating dirty talk and the epic blowjob I was receiving put me over the edge and I shot a massive load directly into Maria’s throat. She tried to swallow but ended up spitting up a generous amount over my cock, balls and belly. As Odaly lifted herself off my face, I savoured the stunning image of this shy 18-year-old literally slurping semen off my cock and balls. She even slurped cum out of my belly button. This girl was a freak.

I hooked up with Odaly a few more times after that night. I never got to enjoy another encounter with Maria. However, the last I heard she had started dating a white dude.

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True story from when I was younger. Everyone was 18 or older.

Andrew just woke up and checked his phone vibrating next to him. It was IM from a dude from school, a guy which he was fucking his younger sister. Some tight hot gook with bleached blonde hair he fucked just last night and took photos of. He checked his insta feed, the photo was still there of her nude on her back in his bed covering her face and chest with her arms. Good, then it was not naked enough for insta to delete it.

Chang: I think I will fucking kill you Andrew

Andrew: Hey Chink whaddup?! What you on about??

Chang: You know what you fucking did with my sister man, and my name is Chang stop calling me chink it is really offensive.

Andrew: Offensive to who? It’s just my autocorrect eveytime i write Chink it becomes chink

Andrew: See it did it again haha 🤣laughing emoji

Andrew: Where your hot sis at, she don’t answer my text

Chang: She has stayed in her room all morning for what you did last night you sick fuck

Andrew: Hey fuck you, you know your sister loves my cock and can’t get enough

Andrew: very soon she will be horney again and she will be blowing up my phone with text begging me to let her come over again

Andrew: she is a real slut for white cock

Andrew: I think I will text her right now

Chang: Please don’t say that

Andrew: ask nicely, and call me sir Andrew

Chang: Sir Andrew, please don’t do it

Andrew: Don’t do what? Say it.

Chang: Please don’t fuck my sister and take photos of her, sir Andrew

Andrew: … with my long white cock

Chang: Please don’t fuck my sister with your long white cock and take photos of her, sir Andrew

Chang: There, I said it.

Andrew: good boy Chink, I will think about it lol

Andrew switched apps back again to insta to see the photo again. It was a little dark but there was no doubt that it was a photo of some sexy nude asian chick. She was thin with long blonde hair spread out behind her head on the bed. Andrew decided to text her.

Andrew: Hey slut, you up? Come over to my place!

Mei: please don’t call me that

Mei: and please delete the photo

Andrew: hey what photo?! you mean the one on insta from last night, you look hot!

Mei: yes. people can see that it is me, and they can see your cum on my belly

Andrew: really?! I totally missed that!

Andrew: but your arm is in front of most of your face so most can’t prob see that is you

Andrew: come over here now slut, I wanna fucking rail you

Mei: I can’t I will be late for school again

Andrew: ah you will almost make it

Andrew: come to me now I have something for you

He flipped over to the camera-app sent a dickpic of his hard 8inch, 20cm cock to Mei

Mei: okay I am coming over now, see soon you motherfucker 😉winking emoji

An hour later Andrew got out of the shower. He had needed to freshen up after a long intense fuck. Mei had already left for school after getting railed. On his floor he saw Mei’s black thong that he had taken from her. Mei was now in school only wearing a short black dress and no underwear. Andrew got an idea to humiliate Chink.

Andrew: Hey chink tell your sister that she forgot something here this morning

Andrew: imagine her cunt is leaking down her leg by now

He sent Chink a photo of his sisters underwear in his hand thought a second and then also sent a selfie he had taken with Mei just before he fucked her. In the photo she was still dressed but had a look of insane lust in her eyes.

Chang: you motherfucker you promised

Chang: I just saw her come to school wearing that dress

Chang: you sick fuck I will kill you

Andrew: shut the fuck up chink you couldn’t hurt a fly even if you wanted

Andrew: go tell your sis about her panties and maybe I will not post more photos

Chang: okay okay just wait I think she was heading for her locker

Chang: there I just told her

Chang: this has to stop, you have to stop torturing us

Chang: I have told my mom about you

Chang: she will stop you, just you see

Andrew: what the fuck dude, did you tell your mom on me?!

Andrew: are you 8 or something??

Andrew: grow up!

Just five minutes later while watching some porn his phone got a new IM request. He recognized the last name Ai as the family name as Chink Ai and Mei Ai, this was their mother Ming Ai texting. Andrew pressed accept.

Ming: Hello, I am mother to Chang and Mei and would like your parents number

Andrew: why the fuck would you need that, I am an adult you talk to me

Ming: please don’t use that tone

Ming: My son contacted me and I feel like I need to speak to you about your behavior

Andrew: is that so??

Ming: Yes my son Chang feels bullied by you and I also want to talk about your intentions with my daughter

Ming: Mei has never mentioned you by name but I understand that you are her new boyfriend

Andrew pressed the name of Ming to check out her profile photos. Beşiktaş travesti He had basically only been upstairs of Mei’s house when she was home alone and didn’t know what her mom looked like. He only knew that she was a single mother who had used a Chinese adoption agency to first get Chang and then Mei two years later.

The first profile photo was just a blurry face photo of an attractive asian woman but he then found a recent public photo album that was much more promising. These were photos of Ming on the beach in a pink bikini that she must have forgotten to make private. She was slim, sexy and had just the hot appearance of her adopted daughter but with larger tits. In fact she looked just like the famous asian pornstar Asa Akira. Andrew wondered if mom was just as submissive cock hungry slut as her daughter and could feel his cock getting even harder.

Andrew: well, you can talk to me, I am an adult

Andrew: but you need to be more polite if you want me to listen

Andrew: start by calling me Sir Andrew

Ming: fine, do you have a number I can call you on Sir Andrew? I don’t know how this app works

Andrew: we should do it in person

Andrew: I will be over at your place in 10 minutes, see you soon I am logging off now

Ming: wait no!

Ming: Andrew?

Ming: Sir Andrew?

Ming: ok see you soon

6 minutes later Andrew stopped his bike just outside of a small villa. He had been here a couple of times to fuck Mei but that was usually during the afternoon when Ming had been at work but Mei was back from school.

Now it was the opposite, Ming was working from home and Mei was at school. This remote work thing really left many single moms vulnerable to seduction from young predators.

Andrew walked around the front lawn up to the kitchen entrance, picked up the secret key from under the second largest pot, unlocked the door and walked in.

“Hey Ming, are you home?!”

Andrew stepped through the kitchen still wearing his shoes and carrying his backpack. In the living room he found Ming by a dresser putting on some jewelry frozen in place as she looked shocked back at the young boy.

“Oh my god, how did you get in here??”

“The key under the pot. I usually use that when I come over here to see your adopted daughter. That way I always have access to enter her room even when Mei doesn’t know I am coming over or is asleep.”

Ming turned around still looking startled. She was looking real hot. On her feet she had a pair of tall red heels and stockings. Ming was also wearing a very tight gray skirt and black top that was much too small for her and had a deep neckline showing off all of her large asian tits.

“I see you have dressed up for me Ming”.

“No, well I panicked and couldn’t find anything to wear. I wanted to wear something intimidating and I found this outfit in the back of my wardrobe but I think the top is not mine and I was going to change it but there was no time so-“

“Hey hey it’s okay miss, you look super sexy, turn around and let me see you”.

“You really think so? I can’t even remember the last time anyone looked at me.”

Ming started slowly spinning around blushing. Andrew quickly got out his phone, snapping a photo of her.

“Yeah I understand it is tough being a single mom, no one to support you. Just lying every night alone in your bed wondering if it is your fault how your kids turned out. One is a bleached slut and one is a sissy wimp.”

“Please don’t say that about my children sir Andrew”.

“You need someone to fuck you and that person is me.”

Andrew moved both his hands to the back of Ming’s head grabbing her long black hair and kissed her on the mouth. She soon closed her eyes and started kissing him back moaning.

Still kissing her soft lips he helped her undress from first the top, bra then skirt and panties. With only the stockings and heels on he pushed on her shoulders to get down on her knees.

“All my sluts beg to suck my cock. Your daughter does and so will you Ming.”

“Please sir let me suck you long white cock I beg you”.

Andrew took his cock and Ming started sucking him. She was unsure how to do it but she did her best. She didn’t even look away when he got his phone out and recorded her.

After getting his cock wet and trying her gag reflexes out he leaned over to his backpack and got out a ball gag, collar and leash. It was the same stuff he usually brought with him for Mei and now it was easy to lock it to Ming’s head on her knees.

“Crawl upstairs, it’s time for you to get fucked bitch”.

Pulling on the leash and hearing her groan in her gag he followed after Ming crawling in front of him. He sometimes pulled on the leash, not because she crawled too fast but because he could.

It was quite the sight seeing the MILF asian woman crawling naked up the stairs. Upstairs she turned left for the master bedroom but Andrew pulled on her towards Mei’s familiar room.

“No, not your room. We will go to your daughter’s room. Beşiktaş travestiileri I want it to stink of your sex when she get’s back”

“Mphff?” Whatever Ming asked was muffled by her gag.

Inside was a small room in all pink and purple colors. The white bed had a pink canopy above it and was filled with different plush animals, teddybears and unicorns.

He had the soft handcuffs in his pocket and quickly pushed her to the bed and tied her wrists to the bed pole. Finally took her gag off, snapped a few photos of her tits and ass as she twisted and turned on the bed.

Andrew then propped his phone up on one bedside table and Ming’s phone on the other side on top of a chest of drawers starting two video recordings with two different angels of the bed.

He was up behind Ming’s ass pulling her up and started fucking her from behind. Her arms was still tied in front of her and he could easily fuck her hard while spanking her and groping her tits.

“Oh my god fuck me fuck me fuck your feel so good!!”

“Yeah you love don’t you, you are now my gook whore aren’t you?!”

“Yes I am your gook slut just keep fucking me!”

Andrew really grabbed Ming hard fucking her with all his strength. He had just shot a load an hour ago and was pumped up from hitting the gym every day for the last few years. This bitch was gonna get the fucking of a lifetime.

45 minutes later and Ming was a sweaty mess barely intelligible. He went over to Ming’s phone to check if it still had battery and was recording and noticed that it just received a text notification.

Chang: Hey mom, did you call his parents?

Andrew stopped the recording and threw the phone next to Ming on the bed. He pinned her on her stomach and put the tip of his cock just against her wet cunt.

“Hey you gook slut, you have a message on your phone you should answer”

Ming picked up the phone and swiped to unlock it, Andrew checked her screen over her shoulder a bit curious what she would reply.

Ming: Hi son. No, I decided I should talk to Mr Andrew in person.

Ming: don’t worry I am sure we can come to an arrangement so he will feel nicer to you

Chang: no mom don’t meet with him

Chang: you don’t know him, he is a ruthless depraved bastard

Ming: oh son I didn’t know he is already here we just haven’t talked yet

Chang: oh god please tell him to leave

Chang: mom?

Andrew had locked Ming’s wrist in handcuffs again and picked up his own phone.

Andrew: your mom is a bit “tied up” at the moment Chink

Chang: please let me talk to her

Andrew: you can talk to her when I am done inside her

Andrew: if you are a good chink I might even leave her cum-filled panties in your room before I leave?

Chang: please Sir Andrew don’t

Andrew: bet you would love to smell her underwear, wouldn’t you?

Andrew: you are even touching yourself right now!

Andrew: answer me!

Chang: yes

Andrew: sissy bitch

Before leaving Andrew got dressed. Ming was still naked, lying on her side in the living room sofa.

“Before I leave Ming I have some rules for you. You belong to me now and whatever I say you answer yes sir. I expect you to dress like the slut you are. You can start by beginning to borrow your daughter’s clothes, she has the right idea. That is including her tiny thongs and push-up bras, I imagine they will make your larger tits look just massive.”

“Yes sir”.

“If you get any questions from your family or friends about your new style just say that you have a new boyfriend but refuse to say who I am for now. Actually I have an idea.”

Andrew thought for a moment. He needed a friend for this, but who? Charles came to mind but that black pervert was almost too cruel. Actually no, these asian sluts deserved it.

“My final instruction to you Ming is that you will arrange a double date tonight at 8 with your daughter. You will pretend that you want to meet her boyfriend and also that you want to introduce your new boyfriend Charles.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

“I will bring a friend with me, Charles, who will pretend to be your boyfriend. He is on the same football-team as me and even though he is a bit shorter than me he is built like an ox. We will start it off like a double date and by the end of the night I imagine things will be more fluent.”

“Yes, Sir Andrew.”

“Don’t forget slutwear tonight, or there will be a punishment. In fact I think I know what you should wear. In your daughter’s wardrobe there is this traditional but backless Chinese dress. You will know when you see it, it’s green and a bit see through with a flower pattern.”

“Okay, it’s not too much right? My daughter will not object to me wearing that or that is her dress?”

“Believe me, your daughter won’t say a thing. See you later tonight slut!”.

An hour later, back at his place again playing some video games.

Mei: Hey stud 😘 kissing emoji

Mei: my mom just texted me that she just want to meet you motherfucker travesti Beşiktaş tonight haha

Mei: apparently she just met a boyfriend and wants to try a double date

Andrew: haha yeah I know I talked to her before about another thing

Andrew: I like you calling me motherfucker 😜 winking emoji

Mei: what do you mean?

Andrew: never mind you slut!

Andrew: she said at 8 tonight right

Andrew: I will sneak inside two hours early at 6, don’t tell you mom I want to surprise her

Mei: ok 🍑🔥 peach emoji, fire emoji

A couple of hours later at 6 and Andrew once again was back at the small villa. He had finished texting with Charles and he was ready and eager for his wicked plan.

He used the hidden key again, sneaked inside and in the hall he could hear from the kitchen how Ming was cooking and preparing for the double date. Andrew could already feel his cock getting hard.

He slowly moved past the hall and carefully up the stairs to make sure the stairs didn’t creek from his weight. He opened the door to the right with the pink letters MEI where he had smashed the older Ming that morning.

Next to the bed was now Mei wearing a new schoolgirl outfit, white shirt with white sneakers and socks together with a plaid red and black checkered mini skirt. Her bleached blonde hair was put into two ponytails and she was just taking off her Hello Kitty backpack facing away from him.

“Hey slut, just got back from school”? He spanked her ass with his right hand. Mei backed into him, moaning.

“Oh god Andrew good you are here, I really need you right now.” She turned around and started stroking his cock outside of his pants.

“Oh yeah, had a tough day at school? Need a good fucking?”. Mei was now on her knees still stroking his pants and looking up.

“Desperately. Had one of my professors ask why I was losing focus just because I had a tiny worse score than I usually had. I swear sometimes I just feel like dropping this math and school altogether!”

Mei pulled down his sweatpants with both hands and just dodged his long white cock that sprang out in front of her face. He felt her hand grab the root of his shaft and half of it in her mouth. She started sucking with comfort.

“Oh god you are good… maybe your talent lies elsewhere. You could be a camgirl, and probably make three times whatever your classmates will make when they graduate!”

Mei didn’t stop blowing him but he could tell that she had heard him as she now took his cock out, kissing all over. She paused, slid off her underwear and jumped up on all fours facing away from him and giving him an excellent view of her shaved cunt under her school skirt.

“Come on, fuck me Andrew”.

“Later. You need to prepare for our double date. You are not worried about your mom?”

“Oh please, I am so horney.” Mei reached down and tried rubbing her clit but he quickly walked forward and held her wrist stopping her. “No, fuck her I don’t care what she will think of you”.

“Get dressed slut. Wear the white Chinese dress, the one you had on my birthday.”

“You mean the one I got fucked in the ass for the first time. What are you up to Andrew?” Mei looked at him with a confused smile but started undressing in front of her wardrobe.

She took out a long white dress with some Chinese patterns and started looking through her underwear drawer for a bra.

“No, no bra or panties tonight for you. Only the dress. And these heels.”

He handed her a pair of white stripper heels that Mei stepped in while balancing her naked body against the wall. She then pulled the dress over her head.

The dress was sideless on both sides going all the way up to her breasts and was so thin it could be best described as a loincloth altered to be longer. Up to her neck it was a traditional Chinese cheongsam dress but the material was so thin her tits were clearly visible in the bright lit bedroom.

“Looking hot slut. Now stay there and edge yourself if you want but you can’t cum.” Andrew reached into her dress and felt Mei’s wet cunt and then sat down by her desk with his phone. Ming had just sent him a message.

Ming: Hey Sir Andrew are you online?

Ming: I have made the food and tried the green dress you suggested

Ming: but I don’t think I can wear this. My daughter has much different style than me

Andrew: it was not a suggestion but an order

Andrew: put on everything, shoes makeup and send me a selfie when u are done

Andrew in the meantime opened up another DM with his friend.

Andrew: Hey dude are you done? Come over we are ready

Charles: Yeah perfect just finished my last set

Chares: how are the gook sluts?

Andrew: dripping wet, just checked

Charles: hahaha omw

Ming: Okay I am wearing everything, just sent you a photo did you get it?

In the photo was Ming wearing a green traditional Chinese dress, backless with slits on both hips all the way up to past her waist. A single black strap showed that she was wearing a tiny thong under but no bra like he had ordered.

The dress had black pattern across the entire length but was completely sheer and transparent. Only her nipples were a bit harder to spot where the pattern got denser. On her legs she had sexy stay up stockings clearly visible and a pair of black very high formal heels.

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