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My first time kissing a man was inside a porn movie complex, on the third visit to the gay theater side, an area were male sex occurred in both public and private spaces. It was my then wife that first noticed the erotic center, right off a highway we often drove. The place was fairly new, and had something I had never seen before, which was an area where you paid admittance for access, as long as wished. The price was very reasonable, certainly compared to coin operated video booths, which were also available.

Talking to the people at the counter of the sex shop, which was on the other side of the large building, another visit was ensured. Without a helmet or coat, and wallet left in the car, a couple of preparations to improve the viewing experience. Or more precisely, being dressed to have sex, just like at a gloryhole, but in public. There were condoms in my pocket as I fed a bill into the turnstile, entering a dim area to explore, with red tones and numerous mirrors.

The very first time entering that dimly lit space, there was an immediate split between gay and straight sections. The straight area has a couple of nice sized theaters, with large screens, and one space with a stage, with only one row of seats, and a space to stand in and observe whatever was happening. There were also cabins, with 2 or 4 screens, and to my surprise, the door could be locked.

So I closed the door, starting to jack off to the porn, amazed at the idea of this being a place to have anonymous sex. A fact promptly shared with a friend of mine, who at that time was often finding partners online at a swinger’s site. After almost cumming, the changing porn scenes having lost my interest, I continued exploring. There was a fetish area, with hardcore S&M porn playing and a gloryhole. Between the gay and straight section was a small space with a couple of chairs and tables, a place to smoke and drink beer or water bought from a vending machine.

The bathroom was at the end of this section, and like the rest of what had been seen till now, was the same quality as a normal movie theater. Wandering through the straight area, exploring all the nooks and crannies, the porn had grown basically boring. Losing the last excuse to not visit the area ‘forbidden’ to married men.

Eyes now adapted to the dimness, going into the gay section, it was soon clear that this section was smaller. You could see the screen of the movie from outside of the space, a good thing in this case. What was happening transfixed me, and it was not just the hot gay threesome porn.

I saw men jacking each other off in front of me. Watching them, I couldn’t stop rubbing my own hard cock at the sight of three men in a line at the end of the entrance to the gay movie theater, the man in the middle jacking off the other two as they played with him. Watching them in a place where such public sex was allowed became an intense thrill. Basically leading to first time experiencing the thrill of imagining joining them, a further step in realizing fantasies from decades ago, of having public sex with other men.

After a stretched interval right on the very edge of orgasm, I returned to the straight section to calm down before leaving. The effect was incredible, with just the possibility of experiencing it again enough to ensure a second visit to see what other opportunities might arise. That second visit led to my first public blow job, a stranger taking my ready cock into his mouth, becoming a total slut from the first contact, not able to do anything but let him blow my entranced naked cock. As he went down on me, I realized that there were men in the back row, adding to the sensation of finally surrendering to a long held desire, one shared by everyone here.

For the kıbrıs escort very first time, I was having public male sex with other men, uncovered cock being sucked by a total stranger, who I was playing with. His cock was slippery when I started, growing rigid rapidly. Everything had gone so quickly that thought was left behind in a haze of intense pleasure, beyond fantasy as his mouth enveloped my cock head and shaft.

He was basically the first man to suck my naked cock openly, in a way never expected. I had sat at an aisle seat, already turned on by the porn, in the same row as another man. My horniness had grown to the point of taking out my cock, not caring that anyone could see me stroking to gay porn. His moving to the next seat was a surprise, a small one compared to the glorious contact of his mouth as he bent down, lips guiding my gripping hand down the shaft. This was paradise, unexpected but entirely irresistible, even better than seeing men jack off.

When I came, he swallowed the cum perfectly, a wonderful sensation. Then, without really knowing why, he returned to his original seat. Completely drained in more than one way, I took a minute before leaving. In many ways still innocent, but rapidly gaining a lot of insights into things only imagined in the past.

The next visit resulted in a thorough introduction to incredible male kissing, an extraordinary experience. Along with a variety of other delights with Peter, both of us naked and turned on in a booth large enough for a small orgy, with screens playing gay porn on the wall. The next couple of visits were disappointing in comparison, leading to the decision to visit the local bathhouse. A decision that has led to an amazing amount of hot sex, male only. However good such places may be, there is no way to pretend that women have any place at all.

However, with the virus, the local bathhouse has been closed for 6 months. Prompting a trip to a newly found porn complex in another town on a hot summer day. The ride was nice, and finding the place did not take long. Having a helmet and jacket is always a bit of an inconvenience, but wearing a mask was distinctly unusual.

Unfortunately, it took little time to miss the bathhouse, realizing again just how lucky those first porn complex visits were. Places can get rundown without attention, and this new place was distinctly sliding downwards. The sad reality was that this was not a particularly inviting place to have sex. Part of this being the thought that nudity was unsuitable, though I did notice a row of lockers at the back, across from the bathrooms. Which truly stank, something that was thankfully limited to the rear area.

After entering, there were just two other men. One of whom was twiddling his thumbs, something he continued to do the entire time encountering him in the next 2 hours. The other man started bugging me from the start, ignoring me saying I was just looking around right now, without any interest in his attention.

Brushing by brusquely bought me a bit more time to wander. The gloryholes seemed mainly awkward, often small and always too low. The porn selection was mainly uninspired, but wandering around did amuse me. There was a real S&M area, including a cage and an X with leather manacles. The sling was of the straps seat variety, but trying to put my feet in the sling was notably unsuccessful. There were two couples porn cabins, with awkwardly sized sofas/platforms.

On my second tour, eyes accustomed to the dimness and after having made it even more clear about not wanting to be pestered by a man with his cock hanging out of his pants, I discovered the darkroom. Or something like that, as it was too straightforward to be a maze, while lacking a larger konya escort size platform.

Following this tour, having noticed where the bar was, I drank a beer. The woman at the counter, who also worked the entrance, suggested hanging up my jacket. The obviousness of that was a bit mind numbing. She then offered to take my helmet, an even more obvious idea. A bathhouse is remarkably straightforward, leading to me forgetting some of the more basic amenities, such as coat hooks. I did not ask about the lockers, mainly because I had already judged them as basically too small.

The contrasts continued, with the local bathhouse easily judged a much better place for cruising. Something being confirmed again, explaining a lack of curiosity concerning the sort of place I first had male sex at, with this visit merely confirming the known. Finishing the bottle, leaving the pestering man at the bar, who had not acted in a way to complain about, I entered one of the gloryhole booths, enjoying a threesome gay scene, with shared sucking and rimming. Unsurprisingly, no one sat in the other booth. Even if they had, with the small size of the hole and its low placement, the gloryhole would have been challenging to enjoy.

Another man entered, only the fourth of the day, going back straight to the locker area and undressing. He began to wander too, though we did not interact for a while. When it did happen, the contact was in the larger theater that had a stage and seats, in a dim rear section with a bench and a chest high wall, allowing for privacy.

This discrete viewing section had a few advantages, most certainly including space to lay the jacket on. The porn scene finally changed, and with the beer adding its buzz, my mood was starting to get a bit hornier. The naked man entered, standing at the entrance. My hand was already rubbing my cock when he turned his glance to my area. As he became aware of another man, his hand went to his naked cock, then he moved closer, not quite touching, but distinctly inviting a response.

Unlike the bathhouse, a certain hesitation when approaching an unknown man watching straight porn remains. One reason such places continue to eke out an existence is that a certain group of men do not want to be going to a place where the only reason for visiting is getting off with other naked horny men. Even the tiniest fig leaf is enough, and there are certainly many men uninterested in having sex with another man. Though a much smaller number of men than one might first assume, many of them the sort to visit a porn theater or adult bookstore, without a partner.

I reached out first, having no real doubt of his interest. He enjoyed the initial caresses, with little question of his experience in the joys of having sex with a stranger. However, the limits were clear – no kissing in time of this virus, and I was still fully dressed. Turning him on was easy, yet it took a while for him to respond in kind. Though he was not impatient, he did not really take much time either. Feeling my cock stroked through the jeans was nice enough, as was the way he opened them.

When the pestering man entered, the reaction was clear, and he immediately left after being told angrily to leave.

Yet compared to the addictive simplicity of the baths, the forgotten problems with such a setting returned. The very first time kissing a man involved a delightful seduction by an older man, starting with me openly enjoying gay porn and ending being naked with him in a private space, discovering the incredible joy of kissing another man, cock to cock.

Today, the naked man seemed primarily interested in his own desires, an attitude that tends to leave me uninterested. And unlike the baths, there was no realistic kuşadası escort alternative as we kept playing, mainly me doing the nipple and cock play. Nice enough, but when he sat on the dividing wall, obviously expecting head, my interest declined further. Returning to our caressing, he turned, making it clear he wanted to be fucked.

He did not do a particularly good job of making me want to, the apparent lack of a condom being offputting too. Nonetheless, this was no reason to stop, as there is nothing wrong with a partner indulging themselves. I have been on both sides over the years, and am quite skilled, as his cock and moaning showed.

A third man entered, standing at pretty much the same spot, clearly a good place to hook up. Both of us signaled our interest, so he stepped closer. This approach was familiar from the baths, though his wearing clothes wasn’t. I was not as skilled in this case, but as his cock grew, it made no difference to anyone.

I gasped when his hand found my exposed cock after starting to touch his, the naked man unbuttoning my shirt enough to slide a hand over my chest. The space meant we remained in a row, naked man in the center. We were cock to cock, the new man jacking them together, my nipples being played with. Just able to concentrate enough to take off my shirt, enjoying being topless as we mutually pleasured each other’s hard nipples.

This had not happened for more than a half year, and as the other man kept stroking our cocks, riding the edge of orgasm was pure bliss. Men understand just how wonderful nipple play is, another area where having sex with men can be so much more satisfying than with a woman. Few who seem even aware of how good it feels.

The man in the center turned, making me reach around to press their cocks together, both hard. Yet there remained a background of constraints which simply do not exist at the baths. That first time with Peter was an expansion of my experiences, but after years of exceptional sex at the baths, knowing that undressing would break the mood was a restraint. Some lessons have been learned, such as the secure way my coat and the shirt with poppers were positioned, allowing me to enjoy what was happening, yet without the freedom found at the baths.

With his ass turned to me, his horniness simply did not provide enough inspiration. I have been teased by experts at the baths, to the point of knowing my uncovered cock should not keep going deeper, even while letting the sensations overwhelm my mind. Today was not even close to such a glorious state.

He went up on the wall again, both of us in front of the nude man, his legs spread. Though he clearly wanted it, no cock sucking resulted. The new man and I did enjoy some cock to cock rubbing now the opportunity arose. When hard, clothes are not much of a problem, but wearing them is not my personal preference when getting off. Still, the nipple play and mutual cock rubbing was as delightful as ever.

During this entire time, poppers never seemed appropriate. As he sat on the divider, I did discover he had condoms. After he got down from the bench, I also discovered he had lube. Without noticing it whenever his ass and my cock rubbed.

We all continued to enjoy some mutual fun, but my interest began waning. Finally, I was able to move past them, shirt back on. Wandering around, whenever returning to that area, I heard the slapping sounds of good fucking. Without feeling a particular desire to look in, not being really curious. A distinct difference from the bathhouse, where very likely, I and others would be enjoying the opportunity.

It is always good to try the new, if only to make a comparison to the familiar. As before, I understand why the baths have existed for centuries, providing the best place for men to indulge in having sex with strangers. Still, the possibility of seeing a man and woman have open sex remains a temptation, meaning that as a bisexual man, occasional visits to such places remain entirely likely.

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How it all began

I met her my freshman year of college. Her long, wavy, raven black hair and matching midnight eyes contrasted exotically with pale white Israeli skin. Her pink lips blossomed on her face like a single lily in an old black-and-white movie. The first time I saw her she wore blue jeans and an angel-soft looking black north face jacket over her slim form.

We had exchanged looks, her and I, several times. I am exceptionally good looking and nicely built, so there was always a clear attraction between us. My heart skipped a beat in awe of her beauty whenever this happened…but also with another emotion, the one that kept me from talking to her: fear. It wasn’t the normal approach anxiety that guys feel when they see a girl they find beautiful, it was something more. It was her eyes. Some hint of danger lurked behind those eyes, they seemed like the eyes of a panther on its prey.

Everything about this girl was beautiful, but the combination of how aesthetically breathtaking they were and my closet foot fetish made her feet the best looking part of her for me. whenever I could see them, they were all I could see. Everything about them was in moderation, and that is part of what made them so amazing. Her feet were not too plump, and not too bony. Her toes were not too long, but not too short, and the length decreased perfectly kayseri escort from one to the next. The arch of her feet was not too high, but not too flat. The defining feature of her feet were her amazing soles. The soft looking wrinkles were subtle but visible, and were the slight red of a blush. Unfortunately, my foot fetish turned out to be my Achilles heel. It was ironic that one of the days that she covered her feet in boots was the day my fetish betrayed me, leading to a situation I quickly lost any control of. Rebecca quickly found all of it.

The fateful day happened during one of the classes I shared with her. I was sitting directly behind Rebecca, and, as before mentioned, she was wearing boots. They were brown and ankle-high, and idly swaying back and forth from time to time. Whenever her feet were covered I felt anticipation and started daydreaming about the treasures that lay inside.

I was jolted out of my daydreams and into the reality that they were becoming when she began to slowly remove her left foot from her boot, pinning the boot down with her right one. The right one soon followed. She wore cute, light blue ankle socks. She continued playing with her feet. To say that I was enraptured was more than an understatement; she had never put on such a show before.

I swallowed dryly and my eyes widened kıbrıs escort in disbelief as Rebecca then slipped her socked big left toe into the heel of her right sock. Slowly, she teased the sock of of her foot, giving me a view of her perfect sole. The sock dropped into her boot. This process was soon repeated on her left sock with her naked right foot. Rebecca wiggled her toes, as if relieved to have finally freed her feet from the boots, and the wrinkles shifted hypnotically. By now my heart was beating like a drum, and despite myself something else began to throb too. In the heat of the moment, I did something very bold, and in retrospect very rash.

I fumbled my phone out of my pocket and managed to get to the video function. After hastily concealing it, I zoomed in on Rebecca’s flexing feet and began recording. The zoom on the phone camera revealed that her perfectly pedicured toenails were painted a beautiful dark red. The closer view led me to realize from the extremely subtle sheen of sweat on her soles why she had taken the shoes off. It gave her wrinkled the appearance of waves cascading across a gentle ocean. Several minutes later, after Rebecca pulled her socks and boots back on her feet, I distractedly ended the recording and began to fantasize about the sweet aroma and salty taste of …and that’s why I was completely caught konya escort off guard when the bell rang.

I jumped, dropping my phone, just as Rebecca got up and turned around. She looked down and then back up at me, the corners of her petite lips curling up into a captivating smile. She spoke to me for the first time.

“Let me get that for you.”

Her voice was as smooth as silk and twice as relaxing. I smiled back at her, but my heart was frozen. As soon as she broke eye contact I quickly glanced down at the screen of my phone. My frozen heart dropped and shattered as I realized that in dropping my phone I had triggered the play button on the recording.

The cold feeling in my heart soon left, replaced by a hotness in my cheeks. I swallowed, clenching and un-clenching my jaw, and looked up as Rebecca retrieved my phone and stood up-looking right at the screen. After an unreadable, blank look at me, her eyes turned back to the screen of my phone. There was one terrible thing I could see in her eyes: recognition. Rebecca gently lay the phone down on my desk after a while, and I once more could discern nothing from her expression as she piercingly met my ashamed one. Abruptly, Rebecca turned and walked out of the classroom, leaving me sitting there with an utterly numb feeling.

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Now, I know that there wasn’t any actual sexual action in this story, but I assure you that I’m perfectly willing and able to add loads of it in longer sequels-but that depends entirely on how much feedback I get and how positive it is. So please, comment and vote. Thanks.

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Annoying Roommate

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This is just a fun fiction story

My name is Mike I’m 24 years old right out of college entering the workforce as a entry level pharmacist. I’m about 6’2 about 180 but being so busy studying for the past few years my body is a bit soft. I always have been bad with women, I’m what you call the typical nerd/geek/loser. I live in a small apartment even though I could do better I was always scared of maybe losing my job but also I was saving a lot of money so I could retire at 45.

I have a roommate he is a good looking Korean American guy about 5’7 very skinny at 130 who keeps in shape very lean, his name is Jason. He had long hair thin waist and overall in good shape. He is a slob and gives me an attitude when I ask him to clean up after himself. He is no way close to an ideal roommate but it’s hard to find one these days. He has a day job at a restaurant but makes most of his money at a strip club. He dropped out of college and is pretty much the opposite of me.

I secretly hated Jason at times, he would always poke jokes at me especially when he’d belittle me and call me soon to be 40 year old virgin. I wanted to somehow make him suffer or just get some revenge, some satisfaction.

Then on Thursday..aka inventory day I noticed we had an extra shipment of female hormones. I had to act fast so I took it and stashed it away and took it home with me after work. I knew exactly what I was going to do with the hormones. The next mourning Jason being lactose intolerant I grinded down the 3 weeks worth of hormones into erzurum escort his soy milk and then it was the waiting game. Of course the first week nothing dramatic happened he was the same bully poking jokes calling me chubby and then telling me to relax or get laid. It was hard to tell b/c he never had much facial hair or body hair.

Then when around week 2 I noticed his face started to get a little fuller and his voice changed a bit, and he complained about feeling sore. Next day I heard him in the bathroom talking to himself about his testicles getting smaller. He also didn’t make fun of me as much and always looked me in the eye and started cleaning up after himself. The following week is when he really started looking more like a girl. I was able to see his nipples through his tank top and his legs and waist became more slender while his hips got a bit thicker along with his butt. Also by this time, his facial features were very feminine and but more importantly his voice became very soft and high. He noticed this change obliviously and being self conscious he quit his day and took some vacation time from the strip club.

He begged me in tears to let him stay at the apartment so I told him if he begins to cook and clean the house for me I would think about it. He had no other choice. This got me very excited and bought even stronger hormone pill that had to be anally injected but it said once inside it takes couple of minutes to start working. I went to buy some clothes, underwear for Jason. I came home, bodrum escort the place looked good and dinner was served. After we ate I told Jason that from now on he needs to do what I tell him to do. He seemed a bit unhappy with that, as I noticed the hormones still hasn’t completely eliminated his pride. So I realized I had to give him the final hormones to fix this problem.

When he was sleeping I went into his room with my hand lubed up with the pill and duct tape. I turned the lights on and jumped on him and flipped him over and pulled his shorts down. He struggled and said “what are you doing!?” in his girly voice and I had the pill and I worked my fingers into his hole and then I taped up his butthole. Doing this I noticed his testicles were very small, especially compared to mine and his penis was only about an inch and a half. Doing this got my penis rock hard so I took the taped off and I plugged his butt with my cock. It was easier than I thought to pin him down and mount him, he really must have lost some weight and a lot of muscle through this transformation. He tried to get me off him but I out powered his little asian frame with ease. I couldn’t help but to start rocking back and forth until I noticed Jason starting to pass out from the pill as I erupted in his virgin ass.

Next mourning Jason woke up and I told him I wanted him out of the house, he began to plead to me to stay because he didn’t know whats going on with him. I told him I have some set of rules he must obey in order to stay at my eskişehir escort place and he nodded. I guess that pill did it. The rules were that from now on he is no longer Jason but Jill and must wear the clothes I give him, get breast implants and be my little asian sex toy. Jill complied.

I told her to sit on my lap and I started to get hard real fast, then I told Jill to suck my dick. In tears she started to unzip my pants and my 7 inch dick flopped right on her face and she opened her mouth and got only half my cock in. I never had experienced this before and I ejaculated instantly in her mouth and she spit out all my cum and gagged. I yelled at her to eat it all up and slowly she did. Finally I told her what to do. I was still very hard so I lubed up and bent her over and fucked her doggystyle in her ass. It was so tight and she talked quietly as I thrusted her whatever remaining manhood away. I went at it harder and harder, and she started to enjoy it and started to pant. She seemed very shy about her panting and then I flipped her over and fucked her from the missionary. Seeing her face we started kissing and then she whispered faster. I started to pump her tight asian ass with every inch of my white cock until she started screaming in pleasure and soon after I pulled out and nutted all over her face.

The following week she got her implants making her 32-26-30. I always make her wear panties and around the house. When I wake up I have her give me a blowjob and back to cleaning the apartment. Now at work I tell everyone I have a girl friend and Jill often comes in dressed to reveal her slender body to deliver my lunch. Jill doesn’t have friends anymore so therefore she always wants me to take her out to places. It’s funny because only a year ago she was just an annoying roommate

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! Announcement!

The Arena found its next contestants!

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Hello dear Literotica readers, Swizzle here!

I’d like to thank you all for creatively spending your time and giving birth to those sweet-ass futas!

I’ve chosen a few contestants, and I admit, it was not an easy task…

For those that didn’t get their creation to fight today – I may use some of them in part 2, because I absolutely adore your works and ideas.

If you’d like to help me determine what should I include in my next story, write in the comments what parts did you like the most in this one or any other suggestions that come to your mind. Maybe you want to see more of Sarah or Lucida? Im all ears! (Futa ballbusting forever!)

Now, have a seat in the crowd, and enjoy the fight… Happy hunting, gentleman.

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The rules of the Arena are clear: no killing, no clothes, and no restrictions on dirty moves. Fighters can utilize some non-fair tactics like punching and kicking below the belt, holding or tackling your opponent and so on, no fouls whatsoever. The match ends when every opponent is knocked out.

There is also one new rule that contestants might want to know about: Points for hits!

+1 point for striking a limb

+5 points for striking the torso

+10 points for striking the head

+25 points for striking the genitals

+100 points for making your enemy cum by any means

-100 points for cumming

The last person standing is the winner, the person with the most points gets the second place and so on.

So! There they are. Standing in the four corners of the great Arena…

Four different creatures excitedly observing their opponents, just waiting for the sweet sound of the bell to release them from their starting positions to meet their destiny.

An elf, a cyborg, a human and a minotauress… It will indeed be an engrossing fight.

Sora’s grip on her bow tightened. She checked if her quiver was full of lust arrows, still carefully observing her opponents with her beautiful, pink eyes. The elf was looking brave and calm… but that was just on the outside. Sora was a shy creature. She always fought bravely for her cause, to spread her seed and contribute to the repopulation of her kind. But there were moments when she’d become timid, embarrassed and lose her potency…

Sora was a special kind of elf. A lust elf. She was a leader of a small tribe, where she was the only futa, and the rest were the few remaining females that bore her children. To repopulate an entire race, Sora had to do something more than to impregnate all of her wives. She had to let her life essence flow inside of different elves and humans, providing that they are willing to support her and be left sired with her offspring, of course.

The elf flicked her long, white hair back and waited patiently. A pleasant breeze swept over the length of her perfect, flaccid penis hanging between her legs. It was the elf’s crucial tool in regard to her quest, along with the two always full sperm factories packed tight below her rod. She managed to use them a significant amount of times, mating with many females around the region, but she wanted to ensure that more children will be sired, so she joined the Arena to gain renown and popularity. Even if she doesn’t win, the participation alone would provide her with additional caring females, eager to take her load and mother her seed. Naturally, all of that for the greater good… She was using her penis not to feel a tedious pleasure, to empty her precious balls in anybody she grabbed off of the streets. Every second that she spent in those taverns and inns with carefully selected females between her legs, pumping on her cock, she knew she did all that for her children. And with her final thrusts, right before a well-deserved, mutual climax, when her bulging gonads were slapping hard on her chosen partner’s thighs, she often imagined her cheerful babies and the legacy that she was yet to build for them. The mere thought of that future always filled Sora with bravery and determination…

Next warrior, a tall, lithe looking human with a metal arm was crouching and tapping the steel fingers on her knee. She was currently searching and secluding all of the weak spots that her adversaries possessed. With a smug smile, she glanced over their exposed gonads, covered only by their members. Minding the amount of points she can harvest only by tapping those poor, vulnerable parts was exciting her more than anything. Her right, cybernetic eye with black sclera and an azure, feline pupil adjusted, marking her primary targets and illuminating them in her view. She knew exactly where to strike to make the most of it…

Lilith raised slowly, her silver, long hair slid from her shoulders to her back. She herself had a very small target to hit. The length of her penis was a bit embarrassing regarding her tall figure, and ısparta escort surprisingly, there were no gonads to find on her whatsoever. But that all was soon to change, as Lilith planned to surprise the spectators and her opponents with her tricks…

She caressed her metal arm, smiling confidently and activated the electric current to flow through it. She came here to test herself and her abilities, so even if she’ll have to fight all three of the participants at once, she’ll do it with utmost efficiency. Just thinking of the possibilities, the combos that she could execute, that made her feel powerful. The cyborg highlighted her opponents eyes, throats, genitals and feet in a bright yellow color. Those were the weakest spots, and that was what she was aiming to abuse the most. A quick jab in the eyes – enemy temporarily blinded, moderate level of pain, +10 points. A swift fist to throat – enemy temporarily strangulated, moderate level of pain, +10 points. A vigorous knee driven to the underside of both gonads – enemy extendedly immobilised, possible regurgitation, immense level of pain, inevitable discomfort spreading throughout the genital area, +25 points. A powerful stomp to the foot – enemy temporarily immobilised, moderate level of pain, possible collapsing to the floor, +1 point. Oh yes, and the possibilities of combining her highlights for different attack approaches were almost bringing a tear to her left, human eye. She will make herself proud wining this contest…

Besides Lilith, there was another contestant that joined the Arena to assess her might. Brittany was enthusiastically jumping from side to side, glaring at the others, reading herself to charge immediately after the bell rings. She clenched her fists hard, keeping the guard up and imagining how she will obliterate her opponents, battering their nuts in with her studded gloves and shin guards. Each of her gloves and shin guards had a set of dull spikes, that would neatly slam into the soft structures of one’s testicles or tummy and thus generate a lot of ouch-ouch.

The only pure, unmodified human here, she was the perfect combination of speed and strength. Brittany primarily used her legs to carry out precise and firm kicks aiming for her opponents weak points, but her arms were strong enough to not be taken less serious. Many years of training and kickboxing has made a futa of steel out of her and a fierce competitor given her sports background. Smart, patient, tactical, but never shies from being the aggressor and fighting on the offensive. Brittany possessed two perfectly thick thighs and ass cheeks so mesmerisingly beautiful in their nature, that at times her opponents would get distracted by just admiring how perfectly thicc she was.

Her goal was to take down her targets one by one using her knowledge on how to use enemy’s weight and speed against them. To expose them and abuse their weaknesses. To throw in an epic armlock on somebody and smash their faces and/or balls in, and to emerge as the last futa standing. Oh yes, Brittany could almost smell the gruesome stench of victory and see the proud smile of both of her mothers that helped her on her way here. Her futanari mother always encouraged Brittany and trained her in fighting, teaching her a few useful moves, while her female mother taught her to stay determined and focused. It was high time to show everybody what she’s really made of…

The last contestant was by far the largest of them all. With a quite dumb smile, Maya was staring at her opponents, imagining how fragile could they be… Would one solid punch suffice to make them break into tiny pieces? She laughed quietly, scratching her massive, low hanging balls. She missed the time she was tending her farm and mating with other mares because of her futa-virility. Maya was the strongest and smartest of her giant friends. The minotauress joined the Arena to provide for her farm. To get money and make everyone happy. She planned to destroy her enemies in a fast, straight-forward way and return home, to her friends and partners.

She was a big girl… Her waist was almost at other people’s eye level. Her breasts, to her, were a round B-cup, but to normal humans they were much bigger. Maya had two bull horns, both almost 20 cm in length, growing out of each side of her head. Her legs, from the middle of her thighs to her ankles were covered in soft fur and ended in hooves. She also had two melon sized testicles covered in a thick, saggy ballsack that acted as a shield. It would take a couple of very hard hits to genitals for her to feel any pain. Maya also had a monstrous horsecock that was currently hidden inside her sheath.

Maya laid her eyes on the human readily jumping in her corner. She thought it will be most fun to start with her. She bumped both her gloved fists together with a smug smile on her face. The gloves had little round metal plates on her knuckles, to maximise effectiveness. She was ready to deal some serious damage and receive a nice, motivating beating herself.

The kars escort moment has come…

Suddenly a sharp sound of the bell prominently swept over the Arena. It was time for the contestants to have a whack at each other.

Almost as it was all planned, Lilith took off straight to Sora and Maya leaped towards Brittany, making a double 1 vs 1 scenario!

*Maya vs Brittany fight*

Maya, not thinking strategically, but preferring to rush to battle without thinking, just lunged at Brittany, wanting to grapple the human. Brittany reacted just in time, jumping out of the minotauress’ way and sending a side-kick

to her attacker’s belly, digging her shinguard’s dull spikes into her nicely shaped six-pack.

The minotauress missed her lunge and felt a slight impact on her tummy, spikes seemed to do nothing on her tough skin, so they just infuriated the beast. Maya quickly reacted by turning around and sending a fist to where Brittany’s head was just a moment ago.

Brittany’s sharpened reflexes allowed her to swiftly duck down, where she saw two perfect opportunities swinging loosely and bumping into each other between Maya’s thighs. Like a clockwork, she moved her bare foot forward, embedding it sturdily on the ground, then pulled her right fist back and shot it up, shoving it perfectly between Maya’s dangling, relaxed nuts. Like they say, death from below…

For Brittany, it felt like hitting a very heavy bag of potatoes. The dull spikes on her glove dug nicely into Maya’s black scrotum and the impact itself was quite hard, raising both her colossal balls up, almost reaching the minotauress’ pelvis.

Maya’s eyes widened in shock. She hadn’t felt such pain in a long time. Her nuts actually pulled themselves up, sending waves of burning sensation throughout her abdomen.

Brittany hit hard, but it was not hard enough to bring the giant down. The minotauress, filled with fury, managed to grab one of Brittany’s arms and raised her, bringing her to her front. She delivered a hard punch to Brittany’s stomach.

The hit was strong, but for Brittany it was manageable. She was accustomed to pain, so she just focused on her options. Her arm was being held firmly by the angry minotauress, so she had to find a way to get free. Brittany’s brain acted instinctively. She realized that Maya’s ballocks must ache a little at this moment, so why not finish the job?

She swung backwards, gaining momentum and when she was flying forward, she kicked her foot up Maya’s exposed nuts. The minotauress groaned in surprise, letting go of Brittany’s arm.

The kickboxer made use of Maya’s inattention, falling to ground and rolling forward between the stunned minotauress’ legs and stopping behind her. After the roll, she targeted her large aching balls again.

Brittany perfectly knew that to hurt the giant, she had to aim for the weakest spots. If her kick did nothing to the minotauress’ stomach, she had to rely on aiming for the two heavy orbs hanging in front of her face.

She launched two solid punches, each to one giant gonad respectively. Her knuckles impacted the enormous testicles from behind, making Maya’s whole ballsack raise in the air. Then, to end her rightly, she jumped up and rammed her knee into the giant’s groin, smashing her testicles against their owner’s pelvis.

Maya roared in pain, her knees bent on their own and she fell down, not able to withstand Brittany’s outstanding might inflicted on her fragile parts. Shielding her dairy products with her massive hands, her mind focused on a frustrating, burning sensation in her genitals that made her even more angry and strangely aroused…

A vibrant pick, horse-like cock started to raise from Maya’s sheath while she tried to focus on her rage, not her sore nuts.

Brittany jumped to the side, trying to think of a follow-up move, but her head was suddenly grabbed by the minotauress’ great hand.

Maya turned over to the back, moving Brittany’s head to her aching gonads and jammed her face right into her scrotum.

For Brittany, the stench was horrific. Her face was stuck between Maya’s melon-sized nuts, where she was forced to inhale her musk.

She started to flurry her assaulter’s easy-accessible family jewels with her padded fists, hitting the orbs from the sides, trying to break free from the grasp.

Maya’s eyes squinted hard and her penis started to pump itself erect faster, reaching her full length in seconds, towering over her body like a mast.

Brittany started to feel dizzy and got a boner after inhaling the minotauress’ pheromones for a while. She felt very aroused and stopped beating on the huge globes.

Maya felt that the human was finally charmed, so she let go of her head, falling loosely and relaxing, letting her bruised balls rest.

The kickboxer was dazed with sex. She raised her head and looked upon the fully extended, pink horsecock before her. She instantly felt the need to suck it.

Brittany raised to her knees kastamonu escort and neared the glorious dick that she was so drawn to. She grabbed it and started to massage Maya’s length with both her hands, watching as the monster twitched powerfully.

Maya breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling pleasure spreading over her genitals. It was nice to feel comfort sweeping away the soreness of her nuts to the side.

While Brittany was deluded by Maya’s scent, another fight took place on the other side of the Arena…

*Lilith vs Sora*

When the bell rang, Lilith took a running start to get to Sora and engage her in a melee combat. Her mind was flooded with all the different possible hit combinations.

Sora was impressed how fast Lilith was. She quickly drew her bow and shot a volley of lust arrows in her opponent’s direction. Unfortunately, not a single arrow connected. Sora was shocked to see a creature so agile and quick-thinking!

Lilith was extremely fast and dodged from one side to the other, seeing the projectiles as in slow motion. She jumped and soared through the air, avoiding all the arrows and landed right in front of the surprised elf.

The cyborg was hungrily ogling Sora’s body, her mind working in a super-sonic speed. Sora’s eyes, throat, genitals and feet were highlighted in bright yellow in Lilith’s sight.

She viewed a hundred different approaches that used various combinations of assaulting Sora’s weak points, but for now she just grabbed the elf’s big, pillowy breasts with both of her hands, enjoying her fingers digging into Sora’s delicate boob-skin.

Oh, how nice and smooth her skin was… Lilith gasped with delight, thanking herself for that stupid thought that crossed the human part of her mind.

Sora, seeing that he opponent was right in front of her, grabbing her luscious breasts, acted instinctively and immediately raised her leg, hitting Lilith’s groin with her knee. To elf’s surprise, completely nothing happened. She didn’t even feel any soft, squishy orbs down there.

Lilith smiled viciously and looked Sora in the eyes. Her seminal tanks were not filled yet, thus leaving an empty space between her legs with an exception of her dick, that started do expand quickly.

The cyborg was finished calculating her combo… She squeezed Sora’s breasts harder, making her moan and drop the bow. The elf grabbed Lilith’s arms, thus completely exposing her bottom half. How silly can those full-organics be…

Lilith stomped on Sora’s foot hard, making her squeal and spread her legs a little, bending her knees, hence adjusting her hanging testicles in an optimal position for Lilith’s other leg to make a dent in them.

While squeezing on the elf’s marvellous tits and blocking her left foot, Lilith launched a series of solid knees aiming for both of Sora’s unprepared gonads, pounding them against her pelvic bone.

Sora didn’t prepare herself to take such powerful hits aimed at her precious testicles. Every second, her nuts were being squashed between her own abdomen and Lilith’s metal knee cap. Her flaccid penis was also caught in the crossfire, as few of the knees connected with her dickhead.

Lilith showered her opponent’s balls with seven quick but solid kicks just as planned, grinding the seed inside her orbs and feeling how Sora’s fingernails dig into her forearms with great force. She let go of her breasts and without mercy, grabbed the elf’s highlighted, flaccid penis and launched a powerful electric zap from her metal arm.

Sora’s genitals trembled in shock as she felt a stunning sensation resounding inside her dick and testicles. The cold, metal hand was clenched around her length, emitting waves of electricity. The jolt, surprisingly, did not scorch her skin or harm her in any way. It only sent seemingly unending waves of electric flow throughout her genitals, making her balls jump uncontrollably.

The cyborg observed the elf’s shocked expression with satisfaction. She held her sublime penis a bit more, delighted by the feeling of power. Lilith knew that genitals were most efficient to attack to get the most of it. She finally let go of Sora’s shocked dick and watched as her nuts shiver.

With battered, red testicles, Sora backed up a little, trying to keep her composure. Her vision was blurry from tears that began to form up in her eyes. Her nuts ached so badly she thought she’ll not be able to have children any more. She fell to her knees, not being able to stand on her jelly-filled legs and grabbed her damaged goods hanging in her scrotum, trying to check if they are all right, which they fortunately were.

Lilith was very much aroused by the situation she just created. Her penis was standing up, almost reaching her ribs. It was expanding quickly thanks to her synthetic skin. The cyborg liked the feeling of her opponent’s breasts in her hands… She was thinking about sticking her dick in, between them and rubbing her cockhead on Sora’s pretty, full lips.

Sora on the other hand tried to stay focused. Her nuts were filled with a burning sensation, but they were intact and able to sire children, thankfully… She reached for her lust dagger and while Lilith was bedazzled by dirty thoughts, she threw it, aiming for her opponent’s stomach.

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And When I Return Ch. 11

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Anna felt like he had just broken through a huge barrier, like he had been pushing on some invisible, infinitely stretchable fabric all his life and he had finally reached the other side. He saw things differently now. He saw his own prejudices toward many people that had touched his life, saw them now for what they were, not what he had perceived them to be. It was a paradigm shift for him. He had been looking at himself, disgusted at his behavior with regard to cross dressing, and had at the same time been looking at others that had similar or even entirely different fetishes and been disgusted by them as well. A person couldn’t live like that. Now he wanted to hold his fetish in his arms and not be hateful or fearful of it.

His feeling of humiliation, even the humiliation fetishes themselves, drifted away in the summer heat, although during bondage scenes with Diane, she could still playfully trigger them to her advantage, and ultimately to his, but it was now playful, and not traumatic. From this moment forward he could awake in the morning with a fresh look at life, do the things that felt right to him, caress and improve his feminine persona, and serve and obey Diane and Fiona without question, knowing that it was for the best.

There was fun in the day. Anna joked with and enjoyed his teachers, and his use in the bedroom and dungeon was for a greater purpose, a cure for his lifetime curse of being different, which he began to see now as a blessing instead.

As if his body sensed the change and breakthrough, the tight corseting had reached its limit at a 26 inch waist, but with the lovely weight of his breasts hanging over the corset, it was enough, provided he chose the right clothing to magnify the boyish but newly developed feminine curves. Circle and bubble skirts, tight or loose and lacy tops, some wide belts, delicate jewelry, all combined to transform him to Anna, more and more Anna, less and less Jason. It was intoxicating studying the fashion magazines, searching for trends, finding clues as to what the thousands of things were that defined a gender.

In the end, he refined his walk so that it was more natural and flowing, letting his hips relax, not in a forced feminine way. After all, he had concluded, many men and women walked the same; it was subtle differences in other body movements and gestures that created the whole. He didn’t even notice the corset or the anal plug any longer as they simply became a part of who he was trying to be, although the anal plug did have a deep symbolism of sexual penetration, generally a feminine issue. Eroticism metamorphosed into something else, like an elevated erzincan escort spiritual sense of being.

He felt calm and contented and that was reflected in his evening conversations with Jenna. She noticed it and one night she said, “You sound, uh, peaceful or something. You sound different. You sound changed.”

He hadn’t known how to really respond to that but he did the best he could, telling the truth, “I am changed Jenna. This course has changed me. These people have taught me a lot. I hope you understand that when I return. I have something I want to…I mean there’s something we need…umm, we need to talk when I get home; that’s all.”

Although he told the truth, what he said and what she understood were two different things, the course being the crucial lie within, the fabricated one in San Francisco (or was it Los Angeles), and the feminization training.

Jenna answered, “I know sweetie. I know. I have surprises for you, lots of surprises. I’ll give you a hint: Victoria’s Secret and another little shop I found. I missed you babe.”

Anna held the phone away from his face and stared at it in puzzlement. Who was he talking to, he wondered? What had this person done with Jenna? She never talked like that, and she certainly never tried to entice him with sexy lingerie.

“Wow!” was all he could say at first and then, “I missed you too.” He was lying. He had no time to miss her. It was impossible to miss someone when you were constantly searching for yourself.

It was over between them, but he couldn’t say it here, not now. He knew that even though he loved her, it couldn’t work any longer. He had finished the call with the obligatory “I love you” and that was it.

Now it was Thursday evening and the three girls, as they called themselves now, were sitting in the living room with evening glasses of wine and an unlit, very large joint on the table beside the bottle of Cabernet. They smoked a lot of marijuana, Anna noted.

Diane began, “I have a special excursion planned for tomorrow. Got just the outfit for you too.”

Anna choked on his wine slightly and exclaimed, “What? You want me to go out in public? You think I can pass?”

“Well, we’ll see, won’t we? Now here’s my plan. We’re going to put you in the hip and butt padding that I bought for you and dress you in what more typifies female dress code these days. After all, nothing would draw more attention to you than walking in a park (or down Main Street for that matter) in a formal skirt and blouse with high heels. So we’ve decided on the Lululemon style: tights, stretchy top to show off your erzurum escort breasts, a wrap skirt so you don’t have to wear a gaff, and a pair of patent leather ballet flats. An over the shoulder mini-tote bag purse will finish the look. Oh, and some jewelry and perfume of course. You’ll look like you just came from Yoga class.”

Anna gulped some wine and said, “I don’t know. It’s one thing to wear a maid’s outfit and serve guests at a fetish party, but it’s quite another to try to pass in small town Canada among regular vanilla people. And what would I do? Just walk around town?”

“Don’t worry Anna,” Diane said, “I’ll be with you, and so will Fiona. You’re ready. Well, I should say, you’re ready if you’ve learned from your homework.”

Anna smiled nervously and said, “So, we walk around town, like three girls. I get to actually BE a woman for a day. Oh my God, I can’t believe this could even happen, let alone to me!”

Diane cautioned him, “Well, it’s not likely going to be for the day, just the morning. You’ll get too hot in the afternoon with the padding on and the corset. We’ll have to be finished by 1:00 at the latest. After all, I don’t want to be seen walking around town with a man in drag. Even I have my limits.”

“You?” Anna said, “You have limits? I’m shocked ma’am! But maybe you do, as I know I distinctly asked you if you would do suspension bondage with me and you said yes. It hasn’t happened has it? What the hell…?” And he laughed.

Diane snickered and said, “Femininity first my sweet, femininity first. Perfect that and the world’s your oyster.”

Then the conversation turned serious and, to Anna’s viewpoint, slightly melancholy and fearful. Diane said, “You have tomorrow and Saturday. Then on Sunday morning, we pack you up and send you home to Jenna. How’s that going to go, do you think?”

“Funny you should ask, since you’re the one who made it difficult for me. My face is a woman’s now, I have no body hair, and I have this tan that would do wonders on a gay beach. How do you think it’s going to go?”

“Well,” she said, probing, “What’s your approach? The reason we did all that was to force you to first face yourself, then to face Jenna. What are you going to do?”

Anna let out a heavy sigh and said, “I love Jenna. She’s the woman of my dreams, so smart, so beautiful, but I can’t go on like this. You’ve shown me something else, a part of me that has to be expressed. But it can’t be with Jenna. Been there, done that, didn’t work.” He gulped some wine in a rather unladylike fashion. His anal plug, heavy bra, and tight corset always became more noticeable bursa escort when he thought of Jenna, diametrically opposed ways of life.

“She’s going to notice.”

“I know.”

“Well, what are you going to do?”

Anna got up and paced to the window overlooking the garden, now in dusk’s shadows, and after a moment of contemplation said, “I often think I know what to do, but I don’t. In my heart, I think it can’t work. There will always be this divide between us. To be honest, I think we have to separate, get a divorce. She deserves better. I’m a man, but not a real man in her eyes, and I understand that. I’d be lonely, but then again I’m lonely now. You’re the only people on the planet that I’ve ever shared this with in a healthy way. I’d rather be lonely and alone, than lonely with somebody else. Less lives destroyed.”

Diane cast a worried glance toward Fiona and said gently, “Anna, get hold of yourself. If you have learned anything here, it’s that you have to accept yourself first. Then, with that, you can be accepted by others. It might be Jenna; it might be somebody else, but it will be someone, and I’ll help you. If Jenna and you part, you can call me. I’m often in contact with women who want feminized slaves.”

Anna glanced at her quickly and said, “That’s a neat fantasy, but I don’t want to be a slave; I want to be loved.”

“Well, although it is often not apparent, dommes do love their slaves. It’s a symbiotic relationship, both needing and loving each other.” She cast a smiling look at Fiona.

Anna was done talking. She was slightly drunk and simply wanted to go to bed. “Do you want to use me tonight?” he asked suddenly. As he said it, he realized how completely he had submitted to her will.

“No. Go to bed. We’ll have fun tomorrow. Just so you’ll know, I want you in an expander plug tomorrow, just in case I want you tomorrow night. You haven’t seen this expander though. It’s new. You’re gonna hate it and love it. I guarantee it.”

Anna shook his head in mock dismay and said, “Oh no, what now?”

“Sleep well sweetie.”

As Anna crawled into bed, he had that strange sense of dread that most people get when perfect vacations are almost done. It was troubling when dread could ruin two more perfectly wonderful opportunities to be a woman.

That dream taunted him again. He was being hunted down and he tried to run, but he couldn’t run. Something slowed him down and they were catching him. He looked down and saw that he was corseted and had large breasts. people were watching him. The high heels wouldn’t let him run. They were right there. They could touch him and yet he couldn’t move any faster. In the end, he gave up and they took him. They were men; they were women, and they all took him. He moaned in his sleep as the orgasm seeped out and through his panties. “You can’t run,” a voice said from somewhere, “You can’t run.”

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Poker with Mr. Harris

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There was a knock on the door, and I got up to let in my best friend Tony and his dad, Mr. Harris, with a six pack in hand. We had a poker night almost every week with our friend Dave but he cancelled last minute. We usually play at Tony’s but I had invited everyone over because I just got my first solo apartment. I had a nice little set up and was finally living on my own and Tony was eager to see the place. I welcomed them in and showed them around. It wasn’t anything crazy, but it was a pretty big deal for me and Tony having only recently graduated college and started working real jobs.

“How was work this morning?” I asked Tony. He had an early start this morning because he had to drive out an hour to visit a client and the meeting started at 7. He had complained about it all week.

“It actually went really well and I think my boss was impressed.” We were both young in our career and eager to get off to a good start so it was good news. He looked pretty tired though. Knowing Tony, he probably didn’t go to bed any earlier than he normally would despite knowing he would have to be up at 6. I laughed, guessing how much sleep he got last night. Probably less than five hours.

Mr. Harris popped open a beer and offered me one. “Thanks!” I took it and showed them my living area and my nice entertainment set up. I had decided to buy the biggest tv I could find with my signing bonus and it was truly impressive.

“Dang, being single with money must be nice.” Mr. Harris took a seat with his beer and took in the view. I did, too. He made himself right at home and sat comfortably with his legs spread, showing off his ample crotch. I had a crush on Mr. Harris since I first met him. Tony moved in town freshman year and quickly became my best friend. We hung out every day back then and going to his house frequently, I had a good relationship with his whole family. I probably felt more comfortable at his house than my own. Mr. Harris was super friendly and always cracking jokes. His wife was gone a lot for work, so he worked from home. In the summers, we would hang out at Tony’s and his dad would check in on us every once in a while. For the longest time I just thought I liked being around Mr. Harris because he was nice and a good role model. But when I got older, I realized I was definitely bi and Mr. Harris was incredibly attractive to me. He was probably about six feet tall and had the build of most men his age. His once athletic, strong frame now carried an extra forty pounds but he was still very strong and could probably still beat me in basketball. Tony was his youngest of four kids so I would guess Mr. Harris was probably in his early fifties. His dark hair was mostly grey now and his clean shaven face was round and bright. Sometimes he would sit on the couch and work on his laptop while we watched tv and I would just stare while his gaze was locked on his screen.

After high school, Tony and I went to different colleges so I hadn’t seen them in a while. Tony and I stayed in touch and even met up a couple times during spring break. Then, my junior year of college, we both visited home during the summer break and Tony invited me over to play poker with his dad and our friend Dave. Tony said that his dad played all the time with friends but their mom didn’t want her kids playing until they were adults. And that’s how our little get together started. After college, Tony got a job at the same company his mom worked for and moved home. A few weeks later, I got a big time offer in Dallas near where we grew up, so I moved back home for a bit, too. Tony and I hung out all the time again and Tony started inviting me over for poker night almost every week. After a couple months living at home, I found this apartment and decided to go for it.

This was Tony’s first time over so when Dave said he couldn’t make it, we decided just to play anyway. Plus, his mom was out of town so Mr. Harris didn’t have any better plans. I showed them my entertainment set up and turned on ESPN for them to really be able to appreciate my new purchase. My apartment really wasn’t all that impressive except for my entertainment set up. I had my xbox, my brand new tv, an unrivaled movie collection and a pretty nice speaker system. We watched the basketball game for a little bit and I checked out Mr. Harris on my couch. He was mesmerized by the game and the quality of the picture and I was captured by his stocky frame, thick thighs, and the pouch between them. I wished I could somehow sneak a photo of him exactly how he was sitting.

“Should we start?” I asked and I took a seat at my nearby poker table.

Tony sprang up and his dad followed and we all took a seat and I started shuffling. I always loved Texas Hold Em and in college I learned how to rig the deal. My roommate was really good at it and taught me how. I had never actually used it before, because I didn’t like cheating and I was really more fascinated by the “magic trick” aspect of it. Plus, I bragged to Tony about it early on and even started teaching him how so we both agreed we wouldn’t try to use it in our games. ısparta escort

The games weren’t really about the money anyway. We would talk, drink beer and watch some sports in the background and winning money was just a bonus. We usually started with $40-50 but tonight Tony suggested we start with $100, probably because Dave wasn’t able to make it and the rest of us wouldn’t have an issue with it.

We played a dozen or so hands, joking, drinking and watching the game. I was out to an early lead and Tony, especially, was running low on funds. He seemed to be lacking focus and maybe even dozed off a bit.

After a while, Tony was getting noticeably tired and told us to play a few hands without him as he went to lie down on the couch. We knew that was the end of the night for Tony, as we both knew he was a deep sleeper. He would likely fall asleep quickly and that would be the end of his evening. Usually, Mr. Harris and I would end the game and head to bed ourselves, but it was still early and so I hoped he would still play a few more hands at least. He checked his watch and started to shuffle the cards and my heartbeat immediately upped the tempo. I didn’t know where the night would lead, but I had a plan starting to form.

I decided to play it cool and let the cards fall as they may as I was nervous that somehow Mr. Harris might catch on. But, I was also eager to start my plan because I didn’t know how much longer we would play now that Tony was fast asleep on the couch. The wagers were pretty small because I was careful to keep my lead until I had the chance to start rigging the deal. He won a couple hands as I quickly folded and as it came my turn to deal again, I set the plan in motion. I dealt myself a strong hand with a King and Queen, and also gave him an ace to entice him to stay in the round. But with the knowledge that the other three aces were intentionally buried in the bottom half of the deck, I knew he wouldn’t have a strong pair. I put in $10 after a weak flop, really hoping that I didn’t push it too far. After a good moment of contemplating, he raised and my heartbeat started another level higher. He was being aggressive, which is exactly what I wanted.

I gave my best poker face and made sure he thought it was a tough call. He only had $20 left and I wanted to take him all in. The next card was a second seven. Meaning we both had a pair on the table, and he had an ace to give him the edge. With the weak flop, he had the stronger hand. But I knew that the next card was a queen, so I needed to get him all in now. I bid another $10, hoping he would raise again – no point in coming this far and leaving just $10 if he thinks he’s going to win the hand. And he did. I shrugged and called, flipping over my cards. He showed his cards and smirked knowing that he held the advantage and would double his pot unless the last card was a queen or king. When I flipped the last card – the queen that I knew was coming – his countenance dropped as he slouched a bit in his chair and looked up to the ceiling.

“Dang. Kris is going to be mad. If I keep losing, she is going to try to make me quit playing poker.”

I was a bit confused because he didn’t lose all that often, but I sprang at the opportunity. “Well maybe you can still win it back,” I offered, eager to keep the night going.

“I don’t have any more cash.”

“Well, do you have anything else to bet?”

He was puzzled, but he was thinking. “I mean… in college I bet clothes, but there were girls at those games. I’m not really interested in playing strip poker with you, kid.”

“Neither am I, Mr. Harris.” I blatantly lied. “I’m not trying to win your clothes, but it’s still early and I just want to play poker.”

He wasn’t taking the bait, so I had another idea. “Or you could play with what Tony has left…” Tony didn’t have much left before he called it a night, but I knew Mr. Harris wouldn’t gamble with someone else’s money.

“No, no. I think I should just call it a night.”

I told him ok, but he could tell I was disappointed. Because I never had been more disappointed to finish a game than this. I was close.

“Alright, what the heck. You’re telling me you’ll let me try and get my money back and the only thing you could win is this old shirt and some socks?”

“I just want to play. I guess we could just use chips and not money if you want.”

“I don’t play poker for chips, kid.”

I already knew that, though. “Well, ok then. We can call it a night, or I can offer you the chance to win back $20 for your socks.”

His eyebrows raised. He bent over to remove his socks and set them on the table. It was his deal so he started shuffling and I put $20 in the middle. Lucky for him, my cards were bad. I would only be able to cheat every other turn, so I was going to have to be careful. He looked at his cards and checked. I didn’t want to bet with these cards either so I nodded and he turned over the flop.

“How much for my shirt, then?”

I thought about it. I had almost $300 in my pot from beating kastamonu escort Mr. Harris and mostly wiping out Tony, too. The money was the last thing on my mind so maybe I was too generous. “$40”

He started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his ample greying chest hair and full torso. I had only seen Mr. Harris shirtless one other time. Several years ago, we had a boat trip for Tony’s birthday. Mr. Harris drove the boat most of the time, but he took off his shirt to take a turn on the wakeboard, and I literally lost my breath. I tried to capture that image in my mind for many years until now. As he finished unbuttoning, he leaned forward to take it off and set it on the table. He was perfect. I was careful to only look when he wouldn’t notice, but I wanted to just stare for hours at his naked chest and belly.

Realizing I had to call his bet or fold, I looked at my cards again. I had nothing. I pushed my cards to the middle and started plotting my next move. It was my turn to deal.

“Hey!” I shouted as he peaked at my cards. He had never done that before, so I was surprised he did it.

“I just had to do it once. See what I’m up against,” he smirked.

The stakes were higher and I felt like he was peeking to really discern what my intentions were. He knew I had girlfriends, but it was probably a bizarre situation for a straight married man even though he had no idea I was bi. He gathered his winnings for the round – his clothes and my $20 – and I started shuffling the cards. I watched to see if he would put his clothes back on but he left the shirt and socks on the table, clearly indicating he was planning to use them again, if necessary, to win back some money. I was playing it cool, but inside I was an anxious mess. I was determined to capitalize on this chance.

I decided I was going to let him win again to try and galvanize him to win his money back. I finished shuffling and we started with a $5 ante. I dealt us both average hands, hoping that he wouldn’t bet too much on this round and my loss would be small. Everything went as planned and he won $20 more from me. He now had $40 and all his clothes and it was his turn to deal. He was feeling confident again despite me already having won all his money just ten minutes ago. I just had to survive this round and then I would be in control again.

He dealt the cards, giving me a queen and a ten, both hearts. I doubled the ante, bidding another $5 and he quickly called. He turned the flop revealing two more hearts. Things were going well for me. He bet the rest of his cash – $30. Crap. Now I had a decision to make. I was one heart away from a flush which would almost certainly take the hand. If I folded now, he would only have $50 still and the cards would be back in my control. But the curiousity of the hand always intrigued me. I always hated folding when there was a chance I could win, and it wasn’t about losing the hand and the money. It was just not knowing how it would have turned out. I almost called the bet, but finally decided not to squander this golden opportunity to chance. I folded and he grinned as he gathered up his winnings. He looked at his $50 and I stole glances at his bare chest – the grey hair that spotted his round pecs down to the lighter trails around his belly button. I ached with lust. I looked away, careful to not be caught staring, but all I could think of as I shuffled was how I wanted to run my hands through the hair on his chest and just feel his curves. I was going to make it happen.

I dealt myself a pair of eights and him a pair of kings. The great starting hand was going to give him the confidence to bet high. I was going to tease a straight possibility on the table but never give myself a straight. That would make him even more confident when the fifth card was turned and my straight was not completed. I was hoping he wouldn’t even consider me having a pair to match the harmless eight on the table with the straight looking like the more likely risk to his hand. After all, the odds of me beating his kings would be extremely unlikely if I wasn’t cheating. He was a good player, but I felt good about my plan. We each put our $5 ante in and he bet a modest raise of $20. I called the bet and flipped over the first three cards – a seven, eight and jack. He bet again, putting the rest of his cash on the table, along with his socks. I played my act and eventually called his bet, matching his $25 cash and $20 more for his socks. The next card was a two. If my plan worked he would be confident, and probably bet high. It was a lot easier to read people when you knew all the cards. He put his shirt in and asked “how much for my shorts?”

“$40?” It seemed low after offering $40 for his shirt, but that was $100 total for his clothes. Luckily, he didn’t fuss at the price and stood up just enough to slip his shorts off his legs and place them on the table. I caught a glimpse of his white briefs but he was mostly hiding his lower body behind the table. I couldn’t believe Mr. Harris sat directly in front of me with nothing on but his underwear, kayseri escort completely unaware that I was cheating and was about to win this hand. He was at my mercy and he didn’t even know it.

Careful not to seem too confident, I looked in his eyes as if I was searching for a tell. Really, I just took the moment to stare at his handsomely rugged face. Clean shaven, with neatly kept hair. His hair was receding slightly, but thick and gray – almost white down by the temples. I called his bet, placing $80 in the center in the now massive pot. I had $150 in the center, he had $50 and his socks, shirt and shorts. I only had $78 left. He seemed a little surprised I called his bet, so I started getting a little nervous. Mostly though, he seemed eager to win this massive deal. I flipped over the last card – a four. I hoped he was as confident as I planned. He checked, I imagine because he would be satisfied winning the pot as it is and didn’t want to take off his underwear just to win a little more. I didn’t know what to do. I decided it would be pretty forward of me to bet anything, so I checked as well. He flipped over his kings and I flipped over my pair of eights to complete my three of a kind. He was stunned.

I decided to make it a joke to keep the mood light. “Well,” I grimaced. “I guess you’re out of collateral. Should we wake up Tony?”

He chuckled, but was obviously not too happy. “Yeah right. We are not waking him up to find his dad half naked.”

I thought of what I could even say. “Well, I can take him home tomorrow morning.” I was mad at myself as soon as I said it because it was actually a reasonable idea. Mr. Harris could drive home right now in his underwear and no one would even know. But it was the first thing that came to my mind and I was trying really hard to convince him I was not turned on right now.

“I guess I could do that. You got a robe or something I could borrow?”

I chuckled. “People my age don’t really buy robes.”

“I just stole ’em from hotels.”

We both laughed and so I kept the joking mood going. “Plus, I’d get a kick watching you hobble through the parking lot half naked.” It was getting late, but it was the weekend and most people were probably still awake. “You could lay low here for a bit and then leave.” I thought about offering him a towel or something but I remembered I didn’t actually want him to leave.

“How about a deal?” He suggested. I’d never been more intrigued. He continued, “One more hand. If I win, I get all my clothes back. If you win, you get my last piece of pride.”

Surely he didn’t mean his underwear. I tried to look grossed out by the idea. “Really?” I asked, sounding confused instead of excited.

“Yeah, come on!”

“I don’t want your underwear, Mr. Harris,” I lied, addressing him formally to further insist I wasn’t interested in him.

“If I win, I go home with my clothes and some dignity. If I lose, you get to laugh as I run naked to my car praying no one sees me. It couldn’t be much worse than my current predicament.”

I thought about it. It was his turn to deal, so I would be leaving all of it to chance. Then again, it was either this gamble or the end of the evening, and there was no way I could pass this 50/50 chance at watching Mr. Harris pull down his underwear and stand in front of me completely naked.

“Ok.” I said as another plan started to form in my mind. “But if you lose, you can’t cover anything. You really have to just streak out of here. Hands at your side.”

“You bastard.” He laughed. “Fine,” he agreed as he shuffled the cards.

Did he know how to cheat? Was he onto me somehow? I tried to understand why he was willing to risk this. I concluded he just might be feeling whimsical. No one would know but us. I’m sure he knew I wouldn’t really talk about it. I don’t think I’d ever tell Tony I played strip poker with his dad, even if he believed it was all just a prank. I guess he knew that and was making one last bet.

He dealt the cards and I had a six and a seven. Not great, really. I had no idea what he had. “Should we show?” Normally when someone is all in, you show your cards and watch the cards unfold, but this was no typical hand.

“Sure,” he said, revealing a queen and an eight. I turned over my inferior hand and he prepared the flop. Eight. Nine. Ten.

I was stunned. I had a straight already and he was in trouble. “We don’t have to do this,” I insisted. I only said it cause I knew him enough to believe he would stick to his word.

“It’s alright. No going back now. Plus, I just need a jack and I’m saved!”

I was so shocked by my instant straight, that I hadn’t considered all the outcomes. He was right. One card and he was safe. I raised my eyebrows in interest and he flipped the turn – another nine. He had two pairs now, offering another avenue of hope. If he flipped and eight, nine or jack he would win the hand and his clothes. Other than my heart beating out of my chest, I was managing to play it cool. He flipped over the last card and in total dejection revealed a three. I won the hand. He had lost every last thing he had brought to my apartment this evening. I froze completely, not knowing how to react. So did he. I didn’t even look up from the last card, just sat staring at the three of diamonds, fighting every urge to look up.

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My wife and I are your typical average couple when it comes to life and lifestyle. We have two kids and enjoy family time and being together. With a young family it is tough to get as much “alone time” as we might like — let alone time like we recently experienced when we were invited to some neighbors for a party.

The time I just referenced is not something that was planned or that has ever been planned — let alone executed…until now. We have discussed bringing other partners into our bedroom but nothing has ever materialized, although I often masturbate to the thought of my wife being taken by other men or groups of men — and she has shared with me that she enjoys the thought of being taken by more than one man and that she has fantasized about other women pleasing me when we are together.

I have written stories on the topic in the past and I have shared them with her to wonderful response — but I had no idea what was to happen this cool January evening.

The scenario unfolded innocently enough. Driving through my neighborhood on a recent afternoon, I was flagged down by one of our friends, who I’ll call Charles. We often stop on the street and small talk. This occasion was no different as we sat and chit-chatted about this and that until James mentioned that he and his wife, Emma, were going to be having a party that upcoming Saturday and asked me if my wife and I would like to attend, to which I responded, “we would love to.”

I must tell you now that Emma is an absolute knockout — a Mexican woman, who stands about five-two, weighing no more than 115 lbs., fit, trim and the owner of two of the nicest breasts ever. At the point of getting this invitation I had only seen them in a bathing suit at another neighborhood party last summer. To be honest, I was scoping her out big time at that party — imagining what it would feel like to have her join my wife and I and massage her perfect breast and maybe stick my solid cock between them.

So after a few more minutes of small talk I got really lucky and Emma came out of their house to say hello — something I ALWAYS enjoy and hope for when I am near their home because it gives me the opportunity to enjoy her beauty and hopefully cop a glance at her cleavage. As she approached she smiled and said with her sultry Latin accent “Hi there, how have you been? Did James invite you to the party?” “We’re going to have a lot of grown-up fun.” I didn’t grasp this comment for what it was worth until much later, after the party. I just figured that she meant that no kids were allowed and that we would be partying and having a fun, kid-free, night…and boy did we.

Not immediately knowing the full meaning of Emma’s comment I put no extra thought into the party and didn’t even really think about it until Saturday came. We had arranged a sitter and the day came and went as usual, including the regular fondling and teasing my wife and I enjoy on a daily basis. I always love going upstairs when my wife is showering to get a nice eyeful of her tight body and help her wash her breasts and little body, as I call her pussy. This day was no different. When she announced she was going upstairs to shower, about five minutes later I made my way upstairs and stared at her for a couple of minutes through the steamy glass and my cock began to swell. Fully erect I went to the side she was using (we have a large shower with dual heads and room for a lot of fun) and opened the door to get an unobstructed view and to cop a feel. As I took in her 34D’s I reached in and began massaging them together with a little soap. Her nipples became erect to my touch and she laid her head back into the water and I rubbed down her belly, circled a few times and continued south to where I was greeted by the swollen clit I love so much. It felt so good to circle her little button with my soapy left fingers and massage her left breast with my right hand. After a couple of minutes she spread her legs further apart by placing her right leg on the tile bench in front of her, which gave me access to penetrate her. As I slid one finger in she gasped, then two and she moaned. My left thumb was now on her clit gently pressing with two fingers inside her and my right hand firmly feeling her soapy breasts. Still gasping, still moaning my cock throbbed in my pants and I knew she would come any second. Then she moaned loudly and let out her telltale signal “I’m cumming, oh yes, I’m cumming” and she exhaled deeply in orgasm, her pussy pinching my fingers and her left hand coming up to on top of my right hand on her left breast pressing it tightly to her, as to fully absorb her orgasm. With that she reached her beautiful wet face towards me and kissed me with every ounce of love and told me it was my turn.

Without hesitating, she dropped to her knees, water cascading down her back and pulled me close to her and, in one fluid motion, pulled down my shorts freeing my solid, solid cock and engulfed the swollen head between her full lips. I knew it would not be long as she slid my length in and out of her mouth, deep-treating eskişehir escort me from time to time and alternating with nice right-handed strokes of my shaft. As I looked down at my cock being sucked by the woman I loved I zeroed in on her jiggling tits. Side to side they went as I went in and out between her soft lips, stroking, sucking, swallowing, I felt my balls ready to explode as she took me deep. In and out three long strokes and I came in her mouth with the first shot and the second unleashing onto her chin and breasts. Oh it felt so good, my cock was twitching as she rubbed every last drop our of me — licking me from the base of my cock to the head until he started going soft again.

She rinsed and got out and I enjoyed toweling her dry before we enjoyed the rest of our day.

Around 7 p.m., after many sly grin exchanges throughout the day, the sitter arrived and we were ready to walk over to James and Emma’s. My wife had on a nice dress, no bra and low heels.

When we arrived, we could hear people inside and rang the bell. After a moment, Emma came to the door wearing a skirt and a sheer loose fitting white top that subtly revealed her white lace bra. As always, I tried to get a peak at her nipples but could not see anything. She leaned towards my wife and embraced her close, mashing their breasts firmly together and they did that nice little kiss on the cheek thing girls do. My mind automatically went to a visual of them French kissing one-another and copping a little feel of each-others’ breasts. God, I would love that!

Emma then came to me, gave me the same treatment, which I enjoyed tremendously, and we entered the party.

There were about 10 or 12 people there total, including us. Friends were around just talking, drinking and having a good time. There were some familiar faces but no one we really knew. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary and we got a drink. After about an hour, I was on one side of the room speaking with a woman named Renee and Karen, my wife, was across the room speaking with a good looking guy I had never seen before. He had his hand on her shoulder, which made me think – but not too much. Renee asked me if I had ever been to one of James and Emma’s parties and I told her “no” and that we were happy to be there. She said “they get better and better as the night progresses…” To which I responded, “nice, I’m looking forward to the evening.” Not knowing at all what was to unfold.

Renee and I continued talking and she slowly got closer and was a bit flirtatious but I was not responding with Karen being right across the room — even though she was apparently not minding the attention she was getting. It wasn’t that the thought did not cross my mind because Renee was attractive Asian-mix of some sort — a short, slender brunette with nice-size breasts and a great smile. Meanwhile, I was watching, and enjoying, the gentleman across the room getting a little friendlier with Karen. I kept imagining her dropping to her knees, unzipping him and taking his length into her mouth while Renee pleased me across the room, as the whole party watched. In the middle of this fantasy, Renee jarred me back to reality by saying “hey there, that was a deep thought,” as my attention had drifted from her. I told her I was sorry and that she now had my undivided attention.

She then asked if I wanted to go outside to the bar and get another drink and I agreed that it was a good idea so we headed outside. After a couple of minutes Karen came out and joined us while Renee was speaking with another guy we had started up a conversation with and I asked her who her friend was and told her it looked like he was pretty interested in the conversation. She replied by saying his name was Jim and that she thought he was really nice but did feel that he was getting a little too friendly and that she was a little uncomfortable. I told her that I was sure he was harmless and just a flirtatious type.

A minute later Renee came back into our discussion and asked whom the pretty lady was and I introduced them to one-another and they exchanged pleasantries. Renee then said “So I hear it’s your first time at one of James and Emma’s parties” to which Karen responded “yes, it’s been fun so far” and Renee came back with what she told me, “they just get better as the night goes on” and scampered back into the house.

Karen said, “that was weird, I wonder what she meant by that?” I told her she said the same thing to me.

We stayed outside for a while small talking with another couple and a single guy named Tim. We were really enjoying ourselves meeting these new people and taking in a new environment when Karen said she was getting a little chilly, so I suggested we go back inside and get her warmed up.

When we walked back inside we were surprised to see Emma passionately kissing someone other than James. It was another man named Eric, who we had met very quickly when we first arrived.

Karen looked at me with a puzzled look as to ask, “I wonder what that’s all about?” gaziantep escort I shrugged my shoulders, put my arm around her and went back to my gin and tonic. I had my back turned to where Emma and Eric were making out and we talked for the next couple of minutes. But I kept noticing Karen looking past me. Obviously intrigued by something behind me. So I turned to look and Eric had his left hand inside of Emma’s sheer blouse and was firmly massaging her right breast as their tongues were now openly exploring each other’s mouths. I looked at Karen and raised my eyebrows but she just kept on watching the show, so I tuned back in.

We watched as Eric methodically massaged Emma as she began to feel the obvious bulge in his slacks. Her right hand was full of cock and his left hand was full of the tits I had fantasized about so many times before.

We were so enthralled by the fun that was happening between Eric and Emma that we did not notice the action taking place on the couch to our left. Renee had sat down to watch the fun between Eric and Emma and was quietly rubbing her pussy from the outside of her skirt.

Karen then turned to me and asked if I knew that the party was going to be “this” kind of party. It was a legitimate question because I have expressed my interest in adding partners to our sex lives with Karen many times. But I responded with the truth that it was all a surprise to me. I asked how she felt and she said nervous but that it was strangely exciting.

I was very nervous even though I fantasize about it all the time and have masturbated to the thought of Karen being fucked by other men many, many times. But this was the real deal. It seemed to be unfolding right in front of our very eyes.

Karen then asked me what I thought and I did not respond. I just looked at her and began kissing her very passionately and purposefully. She responded by plunging her tongue into my mouth. My arms quickly embraced her and I pulled her tight, feeling her soft bosom pressing against my body. Over her shoulder I could see Eric still kneading Emma’s tits, longing for a feel myself. Karen was now fixated on something unbeknownst to me going on behind me — it was Jim was having his cock sucked by the beautiful Renee and curling his finger at Karen as if requesting her to come to him.

She was looking at him and I could see in her eyes that she was so wanting to do it. To go to this virtual stranger and see what he had in store…or in Renee’s mouth. She looked at me and then back at him and back to me and then over at Emma, who now had her luscious breasts, which naturally hung and swayed to the outsides of her ribcage so perfectly, exposed and being sucked on by the lucky Eric and her husband James. Then, after about a minute of obvious deliberation on her part and some important decision making on mine, I said to her “if you want to go for this Karen, I am supportive and will enjoy myself, too — are you ok with it?” Her eyes said it all and her response was automatic, “it’s a little scary and I am nervous but we have talked about it and it feels right. Plus I know it’s one of your fantasies — so let’s go for it.”

With that, I kissed her deeply and squeezed her tight, pressing my hard cock against her and whispered in her ear that I loved her, told her to make the most of it and turned her towards Jim and Renee and patted her on the butt and watched her shyly walk towards them.

My mind was racing as she walked agonizingly slow across the way to where Jim was leaned up against a wall with Renee down on one knee sucking on his cock with her eyes fixated on the approaching Karen. When she got to within about three feet, she stopped and just stood there. I wondered what she was thinking. Was she going to change her mind? But before she could do anything, Renee stood up and walked to her, gently placing her perfect hands around Karen’s neck and rubbing her shoulders and down her arms and back up again before leaning forward and planting a nice sensual kiss on my wife’s lips. A couple of gentle kisses at first and then Karen began responding, pushing her head and lips into Renee’s. Opening her mouth I could see her tongue enter Renee’s mouth and Renee’s tongue circling hers. They kissed passionately for about a minute, maybe two, until Renee pulled back and took Karen by the hands and kneeled them both down together in front of Jim and his nice cock — Karen on his left side and Renee on his right. I was standing on Karen’s left about eight feet away watching all of this unfold. As Karen knelt down I saw her gazing at Jim’s Cock and licking her lips. She looked up at me as if to half tease me but at the same time ask my permission — at least that is how I saw it. But when her eyes met mine I simply nodded my approval and appreciation and she turned back to the task at hand.

Karen looked at Renee, who took the opportunity to plant another long kiss on my wife’s full lips before pulling away and motioning Karen to take Jim’s cock between her lips. Karen looked at me and opened giresun escort her mouth and without losing eye contact wrapped her luscious lips around Jim’s bulbous head. Sucking slowly at first, enjoying an inch, then two. In and out, just the head and a little more. Then she froze on the head and I knew she was circling that bad boy with her wet tongue. Jim’s eyes were closed and I knew he was loving the job Karen was doing.

Meanwhile Renee was massaging Jim’s balls with her left hand and thoroughly enjoying Karen’s left breast with her right hand, pushing it up so it was protruding out of the top of her dress.

Karen’s pace was getting faster on Jim’s cock and my cock was getting harder than it had ever been at the site of all Karen was doing and the incredible vision of Emma being had by two men.

During one extended gaze at Emma, she caught me staring and tilted her head back as if to motion me to come to her. Without hesitation I walked across the room, passing Karen and her full mouth along the way and having my ass grabbed by the beautiful Renee, until I was about four feet from Emma when she said “come closer.” I got closer and she said with 110% of her Latin accent, “all the way to me.” So I made my way right up to her in between Eric and James, who were still fully engaged on her boobs but now also rubbing her all over, and she kissed me. She kissed me deeply, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me tight, forcing her tongue into my mouth. She exclaimed that she had wanted me since the first time she laid eyes on me and that she couldn’t wait any longer. She said, “let’s go over to the table,” pointing to the kitchen table, which had been draped with a very soft, velour-type tablecloth. She led me to the table, instructing James and Eric to follow. I loved watching her walk with her bare breasts motioning so nicely to her prance.

When we got to the table she hoped up on top and laid lengthwise on her back and asked me to get between her legs and grabbed Eric and James to resume their attention to her breasts. I gladly obliged but when I got there she asked me to come up to her for a second. I walked up to her and she grabbed me by the waistline and began undoing my belt and zipper before pulling down my pants, springing my cock into view and bringing that big, beautiful Spanish smile to her face. I looked at Karen as she was now topless with Renee sucking her tits as she sucked Jim’s cock. She winked at me, closed her eyes and continued her pursuit of Jim’s cum.

With that, Emma took my all of my inches at once. Amazing! On big gulp and a long slow release and then back down again. Being in such close proximity, I took full liberty and began massaging the breasts I had desired on so many occasions. They felt like heaven – soft, natural and perfect. As she took my inches in and out of her mouth, I began thrusting towards her, fucking her wanting mouth, squeezing her breasts as Eric had moved between her legs and started eating her sweet pussy. Emma was moaning with her mouth full of my cock. I was moaning in ecstasy and Jim was about to unload in Karen’s mouth.

As I enjoyed my cock being sucked so perfectly by Emma I gazed and my wife swallowing Jim’s seven or eight inches. His stomach was tight, he was grimacing and moaning, thrusting his cock into Karen’s mouth and he came with a huge sigh, shooting his first shot into her mouth and the second and third onto her breasts, which Renee happily lapped up. Karen’s eyes caught mine — and she was obviously interested in Emma enthusiastically going down on her man. She sat and watched as Emma took me in and out in and out and in and out. It was awesome to have my wife watch me get a killer blowjob from a beautiful woman.

I wanted to taste Emma so I withdrew my cock, leaned down and sucked her tits for a good while. Going from left to right and back again, paying ample time to each nipple, running my fingers through her hair and down around her swollen clit between Eric’s licks.

When I looked up, I saw that Renee had removed Karen’s dress and had my wife nude and sprawled spread eagle on the carpet fully enjoying the taste of Karen’s pussy. This was awesome. I moved down between Emma’s sexy legs and buried my face in her shaved pussy and began licking her from the base of her pussy up to her clit, where I would stay and circle, bringing Emma to the brink of orgasm and slowing down again.

Meanwhile, Karen was moaning loudly “yes, oh yes, eat me, oh yes, my god, Renee, so good,” and grinding her wetness into Renee’s soft mouth as Jim massaged and sucked her tits.

It didn’t take me long to get Emma to cum in my mouth. She writhed in ecstasy, squeezing her own tits and pinching her nipples to my licking.

Not two minutes later Emma got up on all fours on the table instructing me to fuck her from behind. This was perfect because from this angle I would be able to see the action Karen was engaged in so I climbed up on the table and swiped my cock up and down the length of Emma’s slit. Looking up, I saw that Jim had gotten Karen onto all fours as well and was really giving it to Karen from behind while Karen had her face buried deep in Renee’s pussy. Her tits were really rocking which made me increase my pace on Emma who was thoroughly enjoying my length as I slid in and out of her wonderful pussy.

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DAY 1

Kyle slowly wakes up thinking he must have fallen asleep in the outdoors. He feels butterfly wings brushing against his ear and a tree limb against his leg. Opening his eyes he discovers his fiancée Bee alternating between softly kissing, and firmly flicking her tongue, against his ear. Looking down he sees her left leg intertwined with his right leg and her hard tree trunk of a cock rubbing straight up against this leg.

Kyle thinks to himself how lucky he is. Even first thing in the morning she still possesses the most striking look he has ever seen on a woman. She has a small face with piercing dark oriental eyes. They are sheltered beneath long, low arching, dark eyebrows. She has a small angular nose above a tiny mouth. Her diamond blonde hair is cut in a long bob that is curled under at the bottom, and parted a little bit off center on the left. She keeps the hair on her left side brushed back behind her ear. Her pristine skin is fair with shades of almond pressing through.

As his gaze proceeds down her nude body he comes to her flat chest with tiny light mahogany colored nipples above a slender torso. Kyle has always found small breasts on Asian women so much sexier than large breasts on Western women. Bee’s tits are extremely small. Everything down to her tiny waist is feminine. Her svelte body at times appears more that of a girl than the twenty-three year old woman she is. She has moderately defined hips giving her a slightly rounded butt. No JLo booty, but definitely womanly.

Below her waist her girlish figure continues, but it is counterbalanced by the monster cock between her long, thin, firm legs. It is the same dark color as her nipples. She completely shaves her bush so her full cock is on display. In its natural state she is uncut with six thick inches hanging down in front of her tight balls. In the aroused state she is currently in, it is nine inches of rigid flesh. And the head has sprung out from its cowl of skin.

Kyle’s hand reaches down squeezing her firm bum. Finding her tight little hole, he starts to massage it with his finger. He loves her ass and hopes she will soon let his tongue go to work where his finger is now.

“Good morning,” she says with her thick Thai accent. Then she nibbles and bites his ear lobe before proceeding to kiss and suck her way down his neck. Eventually she moves to his lips, becoming less gentle and more assertive. As Kyle opens his lips she thrusts her tongue all the way down to his throat then around in his mouth. She hunts for his tongue and once discovering it, fences with it using her own tongue. She has now moved and is straddling his legs. Her big hard cock rubbing against his small soft one. As she slowly grinds them together, he begins to get stiff.

With her chest near his face she leans forward and lets his tongue find her right nipple. He teasingly circles it with his tongue three, four, five times. Then sucks it into his mouth as he rubs her left nipple.

Kyle is small for a man. Five foot nine and only about one hundred and thirty pounds. He has thick, short cut, dark hair, and because of his small size no significant definition to his body. Bee is five nine too. Only with her lean body and long legs, along with being female, she appears tall and strong. Whereas Kyle appears short and unassuming.

There are many more ways in which they contrast each other. His cock is cut, thin, three inches soft and less than six inches hard. She has always joked with him that the one with the biggest cock gets to be on Top. Given that she is bigger when limp than Kyle is when hard, using this logic, Bee always gets to be the Top. The truth is they both want it this way in any case.

Kyle is white, submissive, loves to suck cock, lick ass, get fucked, and eat cum. Bee is that rare Thai ladyboy who is Dominant, with a hung cock, who knows how to, and loves to use it. The two of them prove the adage opposites attract. That is why they are getting married in one week.

Looking down at him she says, “I am so horny this morning. You have to take care of Lola.” Then she crawls forward and places her legs on either side of his head positioning her big rod on his lips. Lola is her pet name for her cock. She likes to say anything as big and strong as Lola is, needs to have its own name.

Kyle immediately opens his mouth and raises his head until his lips are against her balls. In one motion he is deep throating her. The first time they slept together he could barely get five inches in his mouth before he started gagging. Over time he has learned how to get her all the way in.

She knows most guys could never swallow all of her. And nobody, when she first let them suck her, ever could. But Bee loves getting her blowjobs and if a man was going gaziantep escort to be with her in a long-term relationship, he has to go deep on her. At least seven inches. She also always knew any husband would have to be a cocksucker who was able to take all of her.

It isn’t the only reason she is marrying him, but it is a prerequisite. It’s not only Bee that loves getting sucked however, Kyle lives to suck her off too. And starting off today with Lola down his throat is as good as life gets for him.

Grabbing both sides of his head she starts to fuck his face. Advancing and retreating in and out of his throat. This morning she doesn’t want long and slow. She just wants to cum! “Suck me off fast, swallow my load, and I will let you eat my ass until you cum.” Bee knows how addicted he is to her perfectly shaped ass, and what an incentive this is to him.

Pulling back so just the head is in his mouth he sucks on it and runs his tongue over the head. Picking up the pace he sucks harder each time the head is near his tongue. Finally she grunts while depositing six powerful streams into his mouth. Not a drop is ever wasted.

As always he opens his mouth displaying her cum to her. They both view this dramatic act as a symbol of his subservience to her sexual power. The ability for a ladyboy to cum in Thailand is a sign of potency and is literally referred to as power.

“You may swallow now my bitch.”

Kyle exaggerates the swallowing motion in a theatrical display to further please this ravishing strong woman.

With this exhibit of submission complete she turns around facing his feet. Once again she places her legs on either side of his head. She then sits up straight, bringing her butt to his face.

“Eat it, ass slut,” she says while pushing harder down onto his face.

Kyle vigorously assaults her hole with his tongue. As she is exclusively a Top, and it has been years since she took anything in her ass. It is far too tight to be penetrated with a tongue. But he licks it and presses his tongue on it as if his life depends on it. While jerking his little tool, combined with his tongue up her ass, it is a matter of only a few more minutes before he shoots three streams of thick white cum onto his hand and stomach.

“Good boy. You are so predictable. Always three. Lick it up then let’s have a shower.”

After the shower Kyle makes them each an omelet and hash. This is not some Domme thing where Bee makes him serve her at all times. Outside of sex there is no Dom/sub expression in their relationship. They truly enjoy each other’s company and respect each other. As they do in the bedroom as well. It is just that with sex they both have their kinks which turn them on, and also happen to compliment each other’s passions.

Out of the bedroom they refer to each other with sweet names as so many young couples do. But when Bee the Domme comes out, the submissive Kyle becomes her bitch, slut, bottom, faggot, whore. Kyle is turned on by this as much, if not more than Bee.

For Bee the words are a verbal expression of her power. The more ways she controls him the more extreme everything becomes for her.

For Kyle it goes beyond merely pleasing her, relinquishing control to her, and being her submissive. Implicit in the humiliation from the words, is that they are means of making himself more vulnerable to her, which shows the trust he has in her as his Domme.

But this morning, as he does every morning, Kyle is making the breakfast because he is a great cook. He has often thought if he were to start things over again that he would go to culinary school. But having put the time and effort into getting his iron ring as an engineer, he could not walk away from the profession.

As they are eating Bee says, “My Love we need to talk. You know how much the wedding means to me. It is a childhood dream come true. Ever since I was a nine years old when I first saw a white wedding dress. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and the most painful thing for me. I realized that being a young boy I would never experience the joy of being a bride. If I was back home that would still be my reality. Now here in Canada though, you are going to make my dream come true.”

More than ten years ago Canada made same sex marriage legal. In Thailand despite, having a large gay and very large transgender population, it is still not legal.

He was a surprised to hear her refer to herself as a boy. She almost never does as she is now a woman in all ways except for her cock. She is not the only one to regard her only as a woman. To Kyle she will never be anything else. Even when she is fucking his face or his ass, she is still the woman of his dreams.

She reached across the table and held his hands. “Thank you so much for marrying me. Since this is the last week before the wedding, the anticipation and the stress are beginning to build up in me.”

“I will take care of any last details about the wedding. hatay escort You won’t have to deal with that. But what I need from you is to help me deal with the emotions I can already feel, and that I know will continue. You have seen me before when I need to release and relax from stuff like this. You know how horny I get at times like this. Over the next week I need you to just accept that Lola and I are going to need and use you more than ever before. I am asking you to please just let us use you wherever and whenever we want. No questions, reservations, or hesitation”

Kyle laughed, “So you are basically asking me to be your sex toy for the next week?”

With a mischievous smile Bee replies, “Yes you could say that. But it may end up more intense than it ever has been before.”

“OK babe I’m all yours.”

This approach to releasing stress isn’t completely without merit. There have been many studies showing that sex reduces stress as well as other harmful physical reactions that build up in the body in times of increased anxiety.

Bee, however, isn’t basing her comments on having read any medical or scientific articles. It originates from her own experience. How sex and Domination have helped her cope with some difficult times in her past. As a transgender woman who has moved halfway around the world, she has faced more than her share of difficult times.

DAY 2

Sunday has Bee going over the guest list and the RSVPs they have received. Then checking them against the seating plan. The caterers require the final numbers tomorrow.

Although she told Kyle she would take care of all the details, there are some guests she doesn’t know as well as he does, and she comes over time after time to ask his opinion about who to seat together. Kyle continues to be taken away from watching his football game to help her. He never complains, but it is somewhat frustrating. It’s the first week of the season and he has been waiting for weeks in anticipation of the return of football.

Upon finally completing the seating plan she again requests his help. This time with the food. They both love Thai food. Along with all its combinations of spices, it has such complex but delicious flavors. They have found a caterer with a wonderful Thai cook for the reception. They are, however, in the West and they know there are some who don’t appreciate the incredible dishes from the Land of Smiles. For this reason they are making alternative food available. In addition, these days you have to accommodate people with gluten or nut allergies. She asks for his help identifying who gets which dish.

Some have said to him that he is letting her go over the top with this wedding. Truth be told in everyday life she is not at all extravagant. So Kyle is more than happy to let her have the fairy tale wedding of her dreams. He knows how important this is to her. She honestly thought one of her biggest dreams growing up would always be kept out of her reach.

At the time she grew up a transgender teenage girl, nowhere in the world had same sex marriage. Despite this as she was coming of age, she considered marriage to be as much a part of becoming a woman as any physical features.

She could have all the physical changes to her body if she wanted. Thailand is home to many of the best plastic surgeons in the world. True artists some say. Sculpting perfect women’s bodies from the anatomy of skinny boys. They work their sculptures like Michelangelo, only in real flesh rather than marble.

Bee believed becoming a wife to the man of her dreams would forever be denied her. Wanting to give this to her, however, doesn’t make all the interruptions less frustrating. By late into the afternoon games Kyle hasn’t really watched any of today’s games. When she approaches him in the fourth quarter saying, “I have just one more question,” He releases a breath of exasperation before looking at her and helping her out again.

The look on his face is noticed by Bee. It is then, for the first time, that it occurs to her she has ignored how much she bothered him throughout the day. In a few minutes she quickly finishes, on her own, everything that she needs for the caterer tomorrow.

Then as the game nears completion she goes into the bedroom. Time to give Kyle some stress release. Going to her lingerie drawer she takes out one of his favorites. It’s a two piece purple set with black lace. The bra has two small pieces of purple satin cloth that are only an inch bigger than the tiny nipples on her small breasts. Surrounding the satin is a couple of inches of black lace. The panties are comprised of just enough purple satin to cover Lola between her legs, although it does leave a big bulge easily visible beneath the satin. Bee does nothing to try to tuck or hide the bulge. She knows Kyle loves to find her displaying a bulge in her panties. The bigger the better. She finishes by putting a black lace collar around her neck.

As she hears the football hatay escort game end on the TV Bee calls out, “Kyle I need help with one more thing. Come in here. Now!”

He thinks to himself what now, as he walks into the bedroom. He finds her standing facing him near the foot of the bed with her legs wide apart and her hands on her hips. Under his breath he says, “Oh Yes.”

She says, “Clothes off and get on your knees,” as she points between her feet. “You have been a good bitch today. So very helpful. Now you will be rewarded. Kiss my feet.”

He quickly starts bathing her feet in kisses. Continuing until he is told what to do next.

She taps between her legs saying, “This big bulge is just for you.”

“Thank you Mistress .”

“Suck me through my panties. ”

He grabs the crotch a few times with his teeth, which results in him nibbling on her balls. Then he licks her cock through the panties. Crawling behind her, he grabs the waist getting the panties below her butt. Looking at her perfect little bum he asks, “Can I please eat your ass?”

“Do it you slut.”

With unapologetic abandon he buries his face up her ass. Licking from the bottom to the top over and over with his tongue flat against it. Eventually he swirls his tongue around the softness of her tight rosebud. She lets him worship her. As she knows how much he loves to do this.

Finally she turns around. She is still limp and looking down says, “Lets bring Lola to life.”

On his knees in front of Bee is the most natural place in the world for him to be. He starts sucking hard but slow, and Lola wakes up in his mouth. As she grows he can barely fit her girth in his mouth. But he will never stop sucking her once he starts. This is his reward and he is going to claim it. Every milky white drop. At the same time he begins to jerk off.

Bee has been letting him do what he wants. After all his help today, she wants this to be about his enjoyment tonight. But as she gets closer to the climax it is time to take charge. She knows that as her submissive, this is what he wants her to do anyway.

“Is my little cocksucker happy on his knees like a lowly slut?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You know you are nothing more than a ladyboy’s whore, right?”

“Yes Mistress.”

You know what whores do? They suck cock until they get a full load of cum in their mouth. Then they swallow. Well here it comes you fucking whore!”

With that, the first squirt of her considerable load enters his mouth. At the same time he cums, three squirts, and he catches it in his left hand. As she finishes he boldly displays her cum in his mouth.

“Very good baby swallow it all for me.”

This is followed by Kyle licking his own cum off his hand.

Finally when his mouth is empty of her cock and all their cum he is able to say, “Thank you.”

“Oh My Love thank you for everything you did for me today. I am going to be the luckiest wife alive because I will be married to such a wonderful man.”

DAY 3

Lola definitely likes mornings. Bee wakes up on her side spooning Kyle from behind. Her arm is around his chest. Her morning wood is pressed against his ass. She slowly starts to rub up and down his ass.

Still mostly asleep he instinctively starts to push back against her. He loves taking it up the ass. By the time he is finally awake enough to fully realize what is happening he is hard too.

As Bee reaches around and starts to stroke him she whispers in his ear, “Why is your little cock is so hard bitch?”

“Please fuck me.”

“You want me to fuck your ass?”

“Yes please.”

“Oh you woke up feeling like a little faggot this morning did you?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“OK give me the lube.”

Kyle opens the drawer in the side table and hands her the lube. Nobody could ever take Lola without lots of lube. After she gets her ready she pushes two fingers up his hole. As she roles him over onto his stomach he instinctively spreads his legs wide.

She mounts him intertwining their legs together so she has leverage. With the head at his opening she pushes in. Once the head is in she stops.

“Please Mistress don’t stop I need this so bad.” He knows she loves to be begged to fuck her bottom.

She pushes in telling him, “You really are a slut. You know that?”

“Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes.” As he feels her slide inch, after inch, after inch inside him.

When her balls reach his ass she tells him, “We don’t have much time before you have to go to work bitch. So this is going to be fast and it’s going to be hard.”

As he feels her pull eight inches back out leaving just the head in, he begs, “Yes please so hard.” With that she plunges all eight inches back up his ass.

This is followed by more and harder thrusts. For Kyle, giving himself completely to a hard thick powerful cock is rapture. As she continues to fuck him, his little cock is rubbing against the bed. Eventually he blows three squirts of his cum on the sheets.

With his little load pooled on the sheets she says, “Face me bitch.”

On his knees with his mouth wide open she moans as she jerks off filling it with her cum. “OK faggot swallow.”

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The Converse Chronicles Ch. 05

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Introduction: If you haven’t read Parts 1-4 of “The Converse Chronicles”, then you’ll probably be lost. There is a great deal of back story in the previous chapters, and the story here is a direct follow-on from a previous chapter.

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New Characters:

Carmen Flores – Cordelia’s 40 year old mother. A bi-sexual, but predominantly lesbian woman and an ex-cop. Carmen now works in real estate and is an exquisite Latina beauty in a completely different vein than her daughter. Tall (5’10”), full-lipped, and very well endowed (naturally 38DD), Carmen’s pale skin is in stark contrast to her otherwise clear Hispanic heritage. She frequently changes her hair colors to the most hilarious shades imaginable and has a flippant and humorous streak that delights all who meet her.

Carla Bellamy – Cordelia’s lesbian wife. A stunning black woman who looks nowhere near her 52 years, Carla also has a daughter, Jade (introduced in Chapter 3). Carla works real estate with her partner (in more ways than one), Carmen. A lifetime of dance and martial arts has kept Carla’s 5’4″ frame slender and healthy despite her age.

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Chapter 5: A House Divided

(immediately following Chapter 3, concurrent with Chapter 4)

Flustered, confused, aroused, and completely out of sorts… Jade Bellamy drove home after her work shift at the Longhorn Steakhouse without knowing how she even got there. The events of earlier that evening still burned in the back of her mind, and ached in other places.

The brunette beauty who had all but seduced her in the restaurant, when Jade herself didn’t even think of herself as bi, much less a lesbian, was a shock enough. But when she had invited her to share the man she called ‘Daddy’ all night long in the back of their car…

… well, she should have been outraged, she thought at first. How could a woman pursuing a Master’s Degree in anthropology to further her career in counseling and human behavior even consider becoming a cheap whore in a parking lot???

It then struck her… it wasn’t only perfect for her, it was almost REQUIRED of her. This was a side of human nature she was completely and utterly unfamiliar with. How could she help others with this kind of thing if she’d never known it herself? Jade had grown up in a quiet, and for the most part conservative, household. She didn’t know her father, and her mother was a solid, spirited, and very unremarkable woman, or so she thought. She knew her mother hadn’t dated any men as she was raising her, and the few times she meekly brought it up her mother had always brusquely responded that she didn’t have time for any of that kind of nonsense.

Jade herself had almost no experience with boys, or girls, or sex in any way. It wasn’t that she was ugly, far from it. She just never really understood people. Relationships, even friendships, were sometimes difficult for her because she was so naturally quiet and awkward. The furthest she had ever been with a boy in high school was some clumsy fumbling under her shirt, trying futilely to find her less than impressive breasts and nipples in the dark.

It was only later, after Jade was grown and a woman herself, that her mother had confided in her that she was truly and wholly a lesbian, and her father was nothing more than the genetic material in a test tube she had acquired so she could be a mother. This revelation had left Jade angry, and her early college years she spent in Austin, although only 90 minutes from home, were very lonely as she would never come down to visit, and rarely even interacted with her mother during that time. Jade rebelled against her nature somewhat while in her early years of college. Austin is an easy town to go wild in, and while she didn’t completely lose herself in debauchery, she certainly learned enough about men and what it took to entrance and seduce them to consider herself more or less proficient in ‘getting laid’.

It was working towards her degree in psychology that first opened Jade’s eyes to just how wrong she had been in how she treated her mother. Texas isn’t an easy place to be black. Or a woman. Or a lesbian. Being a black lesbian woman in Texas was a triple threat of trouble that Carla didn’t want to expose her daughter to any more than was necessary.

Jade came home frequently in her final year of school and did all she could to repair her relationship gaziantep escort with her mother. It was at that time that she first met Carmen and her then 16 year old daughter, Cordelia. Carmen and Carla had already worked together for many years as realtors, and there working relationship grew into something more. By the time Jade came back to the fold, so to speak, the beautifully mismatched but loving couple had moved in together and laid plans for their wedding.

Despite their differences in age (6 years) and a lack of any real interests in common, Jade and Cordelia got along well together, or at least, they never had reason to fight with each other.

2 years have passed since that time and now Jade was living in the Bellamy-Flores home, working part-time and going to UTSA full-time for her Master’s degree. Jade mused that her conservative, sheltered upbringing had certainly not prepared her for her mother’s bombshell announcements… but it also left her without a firm grasp of the variety of human sexual interactions.

All of this ran through her mind as she absently entered the house and made her way to her mother’s study. She noted the light was on, which meant her mother was at her desk working, and she burst rather unceremoniously into the room. What she hadn’t counted on was finding her mother’s wife with her head buried between her mother’s legs as she was perched on the edge of her desk.

“JADE!”, Carla called out as Jade made an immediate U-turn and bolted from the room. “Shit”, Carmen muttered unhappily. With their busy schedules this was the first time she’d had a chance to lick her wife’s delicious pussy in a week. Carla scrambled up and grabbed a longcoat from the rack as she passed it in the hall so she wouldn’t intrude on her daughter still naked.

“Jade, honey, let me in, baby.” Carla called to her daughter’s door. “No, go away Mom. I don’t want to deal with all that right now. I had a weird night at work and I needed to talk to you. I’m sorry I interrupted your ‘business deal’.” Jade answered somewhat acidly.

Carmen had followed the pair upstairs in their spacious manor and found Carla with her head leaned against her daughter’s door. “Come on, love. Give her a little space for now. I can’t imagine that was any more pleasant for her than it was for us. I know you’ve got a full plate tomorrow, but I’ll be home all day, and I know she’s off work and school. I’ll see if I can talk with her.”

Carla gave her wife a thankful hug and a quick kiss, and hand in hand they went to the master suite. Despite the interruption, both women were still mightily aroused from the week-long forced abstinence, and before long their loving touches became more sensual… more erotic… until finally Carla, unable to wait any longer, climbed on top of Carmen and sat her dripping wet hole over her full and eager lips.

As Carmen’s long tongue lapped up that nectar she had been longing for, Carla leaned forward and slipped her long, ruby-nail tipped fingers into her wife’s tight, aching pussy and curling them upwards found her G-spot. As her thumb rapidly gyrated on the Hispanic woman’s engorged clit, her burrowing fingers brought her to orgasm simultaneously as Carmen’s skilled tongue did to her, and she flooded Carmen’s mouth with her juices.

As the effects of their lovemaking wore off, the tired couple curled back together and drifted off to sleep.

***

In the morning, Carla woke early, showered, dressed, and was gone before Carmen roused herself from her blissful slumber. Throwing on a pale, rose-colored lace dressing gown, Carmen made her way upstairs to Jade’s room. She quietly knocked on the door, “Jade, honey, are you awake?”

“Yes, what is it?”

“Can I come in? I know last night was a mess, but I don’t want things like that to linger.”

Jade, despite her still slightly simmering anger, knew that Carmen was right about that. She rose and opened her door, and flopped back onto her bed.

Carmen slipped into the room and closed the door behind her. She moved to Jade’s bed and slid into it next to her. Jade looked at her questioningly, as this was not typical for Carmen at all. Carmen smiled and ran her hand through Jade’s thick, luxurious hair.

“Sweetie, I know barging in on us like that was an accident, and normally your mother and I are far more careful about giresun escort our… relationship. But we had hardly seen each other this last week, we were both working in her study, one thing led to another and well… you know.” Carmen giggled, like a girl half her age.

Jade looked at her rather annoyed, “It wasn’t just that, Carmen. I… well…”, Jade wasn’t sure she wanted to try and explain her encounter with the strange family to her nominal step-mother, but the feelings it had raised were still there, and the questions, and her mother wasn’t around to talk to.

“What is it, sweetie?” Carmen asked, her beautiful face open and honest with concern.

“Last night at work I met… well, I met a man and his step-daughter, and they… they were… she was…”, Jade fumbled and stammered for the right words to describe her encounter with the ravenous Angela and her willing to indulge step-father. Carmen inquiringly raised an eyebrow at her very intelligent step-daughter, who was rarely at a loss for words. Jade flushed and hung her head in embarrassment. Carmen put a finger under Jade’s jaw and raised her eyes back to Carmen’s own sapphire blue orbs.

“What did they do, Jade?”

“Well, she… Angela, she made me feel like no woman has ever felt before. I’ve been around you, and Mom of course, and years in college, so I know what a lesbian is. Even though I think you are a beautiful woman, I’ve never been attracted to you… like that. I’ve never been attracted to ANY woman, like that… but with Angela, it was like a light switch got turned on.”

Carmen’s eyes got wide, partly from Jade’s story, but partly because Jade said she thought Carmen was a beautiful woman. She had never expected to hear that from her normally reserved and proper step-daughter.

“What about the man, her step-father?”

“Mmmm… now he was something else. Tall, beautiful eyes, strong build, smooth, deep voice… I could have taken orders from him all night long, and not just from the menu.” Jade’s voice purred with brimming excitement talking about Paul and Angela.

“Well, then what happened that has you so flustered?” Carmen asked, her curiosity rising as quickly as her libido.

“Angela, after her step-father paid the bill and they left. She had been flirting with me and talking with me all through the dinner. She ran back inside after they left and told me to come to the back of the store, to a black Dodge Charger and just watch.”

Something about those names… and that car… was tugging at Carmen’s consciousness. “And did you?” Carmen asked as she, unconsciously perhaps, rubbed herself through her nightgown as Jade spoke, imagining the scene.

“I… well, I started to. The car was there, and I could see it was shaking and moving. I couldn’t believe it was what I thought it was… but then I saw a hand wipe away the steam from the side window, and I could make out her body on top of his.”

Carmen pulled open her robe, and Jade stared at her step-mother’s brazen nakedness. And a strange, new feeling came over her. As she was reliving last night’s erotic encounter, she was becoming more and more aroused, and more and more aware of just how incredibly sexy Carmen’s body was.

“Don’t stop, Jade… don’t stop”, Carmen moaned.

“I moved closer and closer to the car, and when I was almost on top of it, Angela lunged forward and threw open the back door… and there they were. She had her skirt up around her waist and he was buried inside of her. We talked, sort of… and they held out their hands to me.”

Carmen was furiously rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples as she listened to Jade’s tale.

“I… I was so close to joining them, I didn’t know what I was doing, but I knew I had to. But just then one of the kitchen staff banged open the rear door and tossed out some boxes… and the noise and everything startled me back to my senses. I couldn’t do it then, and I bolted.”

Carmen moaned in disappointment. Jade looked at her in confusion, “What? What was I supposed to do? I don’t know how to deal with something like that!”

Carmen took her step-daughter’s hand in her own and brought the fingers to her lips and slowly sucked on the tips. “Would you like me to show you, Jade? Would you like to know what it would have felt like to have Angela’s lips on yours, her fingers and tongue on and gümüşhane escort in your body?”

“Wait… what?” Jade asked.

Carmen looked at her intently. “I can show you. Actually, I’ve WANTED to show you, but you never showed an interest. But you said earlier that you thought I was beautiful. I think YOU are beautiful, like your mother in many ways, but sensual and curvy and raw rather than sleek and subtle and refined like she is.”

Jade’s conflicting emotions played out in her head and her heart, each little battle a twitch of an eyelid, the tick of a lip, the turning of her head. Finally, knowing she let one opportunity for growth and knowledge escape her last night, she was determined to not make the same mistake this morning.

Without thinking, without knowing how or why, she quickly leaned forward and pressed her full lips to Carmen’s, wrapping her arms around her and crushing them together in a tight embrace.

Carmen quickly regained the upper hand, leaning her longer, taller frame into and over Jade until she pushed her down to the bed. Utilizing her old training, she quickly gathered Jade’s hands above her head, “Ah, ah, ah little girl. Mamacita is in charge here.” Carmen reached her other hand down and expertly picked up her robe and used it to tie Jade’s hands to her headboard.

Jade struggled, until Carmen laid one finger on her lips, and ran it down Jade’s smooth, chocolate skin. She opened the front clasp bra she wore and let free her ripe 32B tits. Her finger made circles around Jade’s engorging nipples, teasing them ever fuller. She trailed that finger down, over her belly (eliciting a giggle from Jade) and down over her panties.

Carmen moved down and pulled Jade’s panties off in one motion, exposing her carefully trimmed bush and naked lips. Carmen licked her own lips and quickly dove between Jade’s legs, licking and sucking the young woman’s body with abandon.

Jade’s moans and cries of passion reverberated around the room… until her bedroom door flung open and Carla strode in, rage pouring off her like molten lava.

“I leave you home with my daughter and THIS IS WHAT YOU DO??? You cheating whore, what the FUCK do you think you’re doing???”

“Momma, no… it wasn’t like that,” Jade began.

“You keep your damn mouth shut young lady. I haven’t even BEGUN to start with you.” Carla turned her venom back on Carmen. “I come home because I forgot something I needed, already mad at myself and going to be late, and THIS is what I find? How in the HELL do you propose to explain this to me, woman?”

Carmen, looking for all the world like she wanted to die, looked up at her wife with a glint of hope in her eye. “You need to hear how this happened, but you can’t right now. It would take too long and you have clients waiting. I’ll just get dressed and get out of here so there’s no reason for you to worry.”

“You sit your caramel-colored ass down right there, UNTIE MY GOD DAMN DAUGHTER, and start talking. If you think for one GOD DAMN MINUTE I’m going to be able to deal with clients and property managers with THIS on my mind, you’re higher than a kite, woman.”

Carmen, with help from Jade, related the tale of Jade’s encounter which led to her unwitting interruption of the women’s spontaneous interlude the night before. Carmen could see some, not all certainly, but some of the fire and rage leave Carla’s stance and look, as she took in all of what her wife and daughter had told her.

Finally, with a shuddering sigh, Carla looked back to Carmen, “Get out.” The way she said it, Carmen knew she didn’t mean it just for the day.

“What?”

“You heard me. I need you out of this house, now. I don’t know what I’m going to do about this, but I can’t have you here while I’m trying to sort my way through it. It will only make it worse, for both of us.”

“What about my Cordelia?”

“I suppose you should have thought about YOUR daughter before you dove face first into MY daughter’s pussy, now shouldn’t you? That being said, she’s 18 years old and I think can make her own choices. I won’t force her out because of YOUR choices.”

Jade was sobbing quietly into her pillows, “This is all my fault. If I hadn’t freaked out last night and just fucked those crazy white folks, none of this would have happened…”

Jade’s unintentionally hilarious pronouncement broke the tension in the room for the moment, and both women instinctively moved to comfort her, but Carmen quickly backed off after a murderous glance from Carla.

“I’ll go pack some things. I think I know where I can stay for a few days.” she said.

To be continued in Chapter 6.

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I recently attended an international trade conference in Bangkok. The manager of our small office there, a big, ruddy-faced 50-something American called Mac, took me under his wing. (I’m 32 by the way, and married.) Before I left for the conference my colleagues in London wound me up mightily about the legendary sex scene in the Thai capital, but I intended simply to attend the event, see a few temples or whatever, and behave myself.

Despite my best intentions, one evening Mac, an old Bangkok hand, guided me into a large bar in a rather dodgy part of town. Inevitably, within minutes a couple of bar girls had lodged themselves at our table and started flirting with us, much to Mac’s satisfaction. The one who’d targeted me was an extremely pretty little girl, maybe 20 years old I thought, petite (about five feet tall, nearly a foot shorter than me) with sparkling almond-shaped eyes, a lovely smile and shiny black hair hanging halfway down her back. Her hair was held in place by a pink ribbon, and she wore a matching sleeveless dress, short enough to showcase slim but shapely legs. When she leaned forward I could see down the neck of the dress to small unfettered breasts with nubby dark nipples. She told me her name was Brandi and I told her my name.

I still intended no more than to have a bit of fun, but it seemed only polite to flirt back. After a couple of whiskies, and with her head resting on my shoulder and her long slim fingers stealing between the buttons of my shirt and trailing through my chest hair, I felt a definite stirring of interest in my pants. Brandi obviously noticed it too, and her hand withdrew from my shirt and switched to my groin. I groaned slightly as the palm of her hand rubbed firmly, deliciously, across my fly. Mac, meanwhile, already had a hand down his girl’s dress, right there on the floor of the bar. Brandi pressed her lips to my ear and, nuzzling my earlobe, whispered, “You want me to give you good time Peter?”

My eyes had closed with the sheer pleasure of what she was doing to my cock through my trousers, but I didn’t really want her wanking me there. She laughed prettily and said there was a place we could go. We agreed what seemed çanakkale escort a very reasonable price and, my last shreds of conscience falling away, Brandi took my hand and led me through the crowded bar to a flight of stairs. I suppose I had been naïve not realising that the bar itself doubled as a knocking shop. We entered a dimly lit windowless room which contained nothing but a double bed, a toilet and shower cubicle, and a corner table bearing a pitcher of water, a few rather grimy drinking glasses and a glass bowl filled with condoms. The room was boiling hot and the fly-spotted ceiling fan clearly wasn’t working.

We sat on the bed and Brandi immediately unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders. She wasn’t keen on me kissing her on the lips, but dipped her head to my chest and started nibbling and sucking my nipples, which I found surprisingly erotic. Meanwhile, her hands released my painfully stiff dick and started lightly stroking it. I was getting desperate to shag her, and I pulled at her dress. She lifted her bum off the bed to allow me to pull the dress over her head, then pulled my head down to her small olive tits. I pressed her back onto the bed and sucked one into my mouth, flicking the hard little nipple with my tongue. I trailed my other hand across her belly, to the edge of her pants, but to my surprise she grasped my wrist and pulled my hand away. I looked at her in surprise, and said “We are going to…?”

She gave me her gurgling laugh again. “Of course we fuck, but not too soon, I give you really good time.” Mentally shrugging I decided to let her control the situation and returned to sucking on her tit, tweaking the other nipple with my fingers. She made a few slightly artificial-sounding moans of pleasure then, detaching her boob from my mouth, slid down my body and pushed my trousers and pants down around my ankles. She gasped in apparent admiration at the size of my erection, then took it into her mouth.

God, that mouth was clearly made in a special corner of heaven. Brandi swirled her tongue around the tip of my knob, then slowly grazed her lips up and down my shaft. With one hand she wanked the base of my cock çeşme escort while with the other she caressed and gently squeezed my balls. I knew I wouldn’t be able to take much of that, and after probably no more than a couple of minutes I shot my load into her mouth. She spat my jizz delicately into a corner of the room then, giggling, kissed me on the cheek and squeezed herself against me. Then she whispered “You want something special now?”

What she’d already done with her mouth had been pretty special, so I nodded and lay back to see what was coming next. Was I in for a surprise! With surprising strength Brandi flicked me over onto my stomach and, before I realised what was happening, pulled me onto all fours. Next thing I knew, I felt a slight pressure between my bum cheeks and a red hot tip nestling there. I assumed she’d pulled a dildo from somewhere, and I glanced over my shoulder to say I wasn’t sure about this and got the shock of my life. It wasn’t a dildo, it was all Brandi! Nestling between ‘her’ legs was a stiff condom-sheathed prick every bit as impressive as mine, with a very masculine pair of balls hanging beneath it. The entire area had been completely shaved of hair. I’d heard of ladyboys, of course, but I never dreamed I’d ever meet one, let alone be stark naked on a bed with one!

Brandi smiled slightly nervously at me, and whispered “I fuck you, then you get to fuck me. You like, I promise.” I’d never wanted to have sex with another man, but if I’m honest I must admit that occasionally I had, very fleetingly, wondered what the attraction was for blokes, and what it felt like to be the fucked rather than the fucker, so to speak. Now, totally out of the blue an opportunity to find out had presented itself; besides, if I stopped things at that point I’d lose the chance of me fucking someone that I’d promised myself. So I nodded and watched, shuddering slightly as Brandi pushed two fingers into my backside and liberally smeared lubricant around inside me. Then ‘she’ grasped my hips and slowly, almost teasingly, pushed that big prick inside me. I felt a sharp pressure as it rammed into me time and time again, increasing in pace.

As Brandi diyarbakır escort pumped in and out of me her small hands reached around me, one sliding up and down my cock in time with the rhythm of her thrusts, the other caressing my bollocks. At the same time she planted kisses on my back and murmured things like “Oh that is so great” and “What a nice tight love-hole you have”. The talk didn’t do much for me but those soft, seductive hands did, and by the time I felt a slight warm surge as Brandi shot off into the condom my own prick was rock hard again. She pulled out of me, threw the condom into the corner, slid one onto me and manoeuvred herself under me. Then, grinning, she said “Now you fuck me hard, Peter darling”. She raised her slim legs, resting her ankles on my shoulders, and pulled me towards her, until my cock was nestling at the opening of the front her arse, beneath her own big balls. Totally guided by Brandi’s actions, when she placed her hands on my bum and pulled me forward again I slipped my prick into her.

For a street whore Brandi’s bum was tighter than I might have expected, and once I found my rhythm I started to enjoy a nice firm fuck, just as I would with a woman. It was the weirdest experience though: at eye level she was a beautiful young girl, with small but lovely tits jiggling as I screwed her; yet with each thrust I could feel her hairless balls and semi-stiff, slightly sticky prick rub against my belly. Abandoning myself to the moment I massaged her tits, pressing my palms against her nipples, while she pulled faces of exaggerated ecstasy and gasped “Ohhh, fuck me hard Peter, you so good, so biiig!” After a minute or two I exploded into the condom and collapsed, wreathed in sweat, onto Brandi. As I lay there I felt her rubbing her prick between our bodies, presumably getting herself off again.

When I had recovered Brandi gave me another exquisite blow job then finally left. I locked the door and showered then dressed and returned, somewhat embarrassed to join Mac. Judging by the grin on his face he had been having his own good time in my absence, and he leered to me, “What do you think of Brandi? Amazing, isn’t she!”

I’ve never had, or wanted, any sort of sexual encounter with a man since then, and my marriage remains happy, healthy and extremely lively in bed. I must admit though, if I ever go back to Bangkok, I wouldn’t have any qualms about again sampling the unique charms of the local ladyboys.

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