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What turned me on. Part 12 B

Picking up from the ending of Chapter 12A;

As we stood face to face, her hands clenched in mine, I could feel her pulse on my fingers. Mary pulled her hands from mine, and reached around me, pressing her body up against mine. We held each other tightly for the first time during this trip. It was such a warming, relief to have her holding me, needing me and wanting me, as I did her.

I knew right then and there; that life had changed for me. Not so much that I was some wild, flying out-of-the-closet lesbian, but because I was in love with someone who was my best friend, my sexual partner, and someone I needed in my life.

When we broke from our long hug, Mary looked at me and whispered, “I am sorry it took me so long to accept it and admit it, but I am truly in love with you Jill.”

We stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment, both of our eyes welling up with tears, our arms still loosely wrapped around each other’s waist, when it truly hit me. I was falling in love, opening my heart, as she was doing for hers, and accepting the start of the next phase of our lives together.

I got so excited and scared at the same time that I didn’t know if I was going to chirp out in happiness or throw up from fear. My whole body was shaking. My lips were trembling, as were hers. We both had just admitted something that I believed neither of us ever believed we’d say to another woman and here we were after a snap argument, in the florescent light of our hotel room, staring into each other’s eyes.

So many questions were coming to mind, so many issues needed to be bridged, so many feelings needed to be digested yet so much anticipation was building.

I placed my hands on both sides of Mary’s cheeks and pulled her face into mine Our lips pressed together and I could taste the saltiness of her tears along her lips. We both trembled as our mouths parted and our tongues touched. All the fears, all the concerns, all the anxiousness of being here, coupled with our argument and admittance, were all exploding deep within our minds and our souls. It was without a doubt, one of the most erotic, yet scariest moments of my life.

Mary and I made love that night, over and over again. This time it was hotter. It was sexier. It was closer. It was more romantic and it was the first time doing it after saying, “I love you.” It was beyond exhilarating. I will tell you all about that night in part B. But until then just know, it was the best lesbian sex I had ever had, pre-and-post the I love you; including my little relationship with Jane.

I wouldn’t have traded it for the world.

And I wouldn’t have. I have had a host of romantic nights with men and even with my husband, but never with a woman. Never in this aspect. Never in this type of situation. Never in premonition of eating pussy and ravishing a woman I just admitted to, as she did to me, that we were in love.

My heart was pumping. I could feel the blood running through my veins. How my anger-fueled blow-out, led to this moment. How scared I was. How nerve-wracking this had become. How incredibly different this was from any similar situation I had before. How tantalizing it was to know that the person I stood kissing, was the person I wanted to have unbridled sex with. How uniquely different it was going to be moving forward knowing I was ready to come out. Ready to become who I had become in the content of this relationship. Knowing how fingers and toys and tongues were going to be the only thing entering my vagina. And I planned to do the same to hers. How ready I was to scream to the world, I am in love with a woman, yet how terrified that made me feel.

Before I could even digest more thoughts, Mary pulled from our kiss and grabbed both sides of the top of my dress, pulling down with enough force to pull the material away from my skin, ripping the left side of it as she was trying to get my tits out.

As she leaned back in trying to kiss me, while her hands were plunging under my bra, I was moaning through our kiss, “The zipper, got to unzip the zipper.”

I felt her hands on my back fumbling with the zipper, which was now most likely torn and offset from the force she used to try and pull the front of the dress down. I was wiggling and trying to pull my arms through the sleeves, as I heard the material rip even more. Finally, it was loose enough for me to slip my arms out, as it fell dangling at my waistline. Mary pulled down both of my bra cups down, letting my tits pop free. Her right hand cupped and squeezed my left tit, pushing it up into my chest, as we kissed deeply. I hadn’t been seduced this hard or this passionately in a long time, and I could feel the juices flowing throughout my whole body.

Mary pushed my face up and to the right with her hand as her mouth kissed along my jawbone, down my neck across my chest, and onto my left nipple. She sucked hard and with fury, as her warm wet mouth pleasured me. I was gasping for air, in the heat of this moment, aksaray escort because it was the first time she had seduced me this hard since we had been together. I don’t know if she finally accepted who she was (at that moment anyway), or where we were heading, or because we both said I love you. But she was taking me and I was the prize she was going to get.

As Mary sucked on my nipples and played with my tits, I managed to slip out of my dress completely, kicking off my heels. Mary came back face-to-face with me, mouthing the words, “I want you.” She guided me by the hand back to the bed and as I began to sit down, she pushed my torso back, knocking me flat. She stood over me at the edge of the bed and pulled her dress over her head and in one fluid motion, managed to slip out of it, reached behind her, unhooking and dripping her bra, revealing her sexy tits. She grabbed and cupped both of them while looking at me erotically, as she licked her lips.

I edged backward on the bed, getting my feet onto the mattress with my knees up. Mary rubbed all over my knees and down my thighs as far as she could reach, until she knelt on her knees at the foot of the bed. Mary pushed my legs open and slid my panties aside to the left, diving face-first into my pussy,

I felt her tongue go directly inside of me. I gasped in surprise and pleasure as she started trying to push her tongue in and out of me, swirling around my clit occasionally, then returning to my opening. My mouth was wide open, and my head was back as she continued pleasing me. My hand grabbed my tits, and roamed over my body, my fingers even went inside my mouth at times because I was beyond turn-on.

I was coming closer and closer to orgasm, with each swipe of her tongue, and was dying to cum all over her face. I looked down at her, seeing her eyes, over my stomach. Her mouth buried deep in my loins, licking, sucking, and pleasuring my pussy like she hadn’t before. She jammed two fingers deep inside of me, my back arched and I yelled out in pleasure. Mary fingered me hard, while her mouth was covering my clit and I was begging her in a voice, I hadn’t used in a long time to “Don’t stop.” “Don’t Stop!”

I came hard and fast and as much as I needed a moment to catch my breath, Mary didn’t stop, she just kept pumping my pussy full of her long feminine fingers. I was gasping and chirping, rocking back and forth, doing reverse crunches as my legs and hips were swaying back and forth on the mattress. I came hard a second time and was in heaven and she made me squeal.

“Mary, I want your pussy,” Came flying out of my mouth as she fingered me hard.

Mary pulled her dripping wet face from my pussy, stood up, lowered her panties, and climbed right on top of me. Her body pressed up against me for mere seconds as we kissed, but then she continued upwards, climbing right over the top of me. Her pussy, rested right at my chin, as she lowered herself down onto my lips. Before I could even get my lips wet, or my tongue out her opening was on my face. She pressed down hard, as I started to lick, suck and swirl my mouth around her clit. I was looking up across her body and saw her eyes focused on my mouth which was pleasing her. Her juices flowing, her cunt, slightly acidy, tasting hot and erotic as it always does.

My pussy was still dripping, and reeling from my orgasms. My asshole was throbbing and pulsing, needing to be fucked hard. Mary had my arms pinned down, so the best I could do was grab both of her ass cheeks as her clit was in my mouth. I heard her moans getting louder and louder. Her whimpers of “Jill, Jill, Jill.” Getting more frequent, more resounding. “Jill, Jill, and third JA’ came out of her mouth before I felt her body shaking, convulsing, and thrusting as she was cumming on my face. My ass rose from the bed, because I knew exactly, what she was feeling, and her cumming made me even wetter than I already was.

“Oh Fuck!” She cried out as my tongue just kept going.

I edged her up slightly and slid my thumb inside her wet pussy from behind as my mouth continued covering, licking, and sucking on her clit. Mary was so turned on that she started lightly bouncing up and down on my thumb like it was a cock. Within seconds she exploded again. Her thighs locked up, her body quivered and she gasped loudly. I think the whole floor of that hotel knew we were having sex.

When she finally regained her balance and concentration, Mary climbed off of me and came down chest to chest with me, lying right between my legs. She licked around my lips and on my chin, to taste her pussy before kissing me deeply again.

Our kiss didn’t break for minutes as our hands and fingers wandered over every bit of one another’s bodies. She whispered “Thank you,” through our kiss.

“Thank you for what?” I questioned.

“For telling me you love me,” she replied.

We continued kissing, touching, and caressing for several minutes. We finally took a brief break so we could both pee, amasya escort but came right back face-to-face, kissing and touching until we were both soaking wet again.

We laid side to side, our faces pressed deeply into each other with one of our legs lifted and proceeded to finger each other to another orgasm as the night progressed. At times through it, I did wish we had a dildo or a strap-on because I needed a hard dick in my pussy and my ass, but we managed.

We ordered food during one of our breaks. I think I surprised the room service delivery guy by answering the door in only a robe. I know he could see Mary on the bed under the blanket as I grabbed the trays from him. I bet he left our room with a hard-on, knowing two women were fucking in that room.

After our first few orgasms, the remainder of our night progressed like this. We ate, we fucked. We napped, we fucked. We’d cool down, let the sweat dissipate, we’d laugh, we’d giggle, we’d tease each other a bit, we’d touch, we get aroused again, we fucked. We’d get up to pee, cuddle back in, we’d fucked. When we weren’t fucking, we were cuddling, we were talking and we enjoyed every moment of that night. At least I did.

We had done a 69 with her on top. Sometime later, we did one with me on top. We fingered each other in the ass, although I know I like it more than she does and had literally exchanged every bit of bodily fluids women can do with women.

In the wee hours of the morning, just as I was just dozing off, Mary cuddled in again and began rubbing my body. I knew she wanted more so I rolled over, kissed my way down her body, and ate her pussy again. This time she lightly squirted as she orgasmed, leaving a big wet spot on the bed. Just when I thought we had finally finished and had rolled over onto my side to doze off, Mary threw the covers off of the bed. She guided my left leg up towards my chest and started rubbing my pussy from behind. It didn’t take long for me to get wet again and before I could even fathom her next move, I felt her slide two fingers deep in my pussy from behind. Followed immediately by a finger deep in my ass.

She started pumping and thrusting me harder than anyone ever had before. I was chirping aloud until my last bit of energy drained and my body stirred up one last orgasm which finally shot out from inside of me. I couldn’t have gone another road, even if I wanted to. It was beyond amazing. Before the night was over, we both must have had at least 10 or 11 orgasms each.

We slept… maybe… four hours that night. But the most important part of the night, whatever time it was, when we finally fell asleep cuddled together, Mary whispered in my ear, “Thank you for this.”

When I awoke the next morning with the sun blaring into my eyes, I was tired, drained, sore, achy, and my pussy hurt. I hate to say it that way. But my girl hurt. I don’t think anytime before, or since, anyone has fucked me long enough to be sore. Oddly enough, there was no dick involved. We absolutely ravished each other that night and I was paying the price that morning. I’m not complaining, because it was amazing, but I felt like I had been hit by a Mac Truck right in my pussy.

I went to the lobby to get some coffee and when I got back to the room, Mary was awaking from her slumber. I had brought her a cup and I sat on the edge of the bed as she was coming to life. She arched, leaned, stretched, and moaned as if she was hung over. The light was bothering her eyes, but she managed to come to life drinking her coffee, her tits hanging from her chest, as she sat with the blanket covering her from the waist down. Her hair was a mess, whatever make-up was left, was smeared, missing, or out of place. Her eyes were swollen, and red and she looked like I felt.

As we were loading the car, both of us moaned and groaned putting our suitcase in the trunk of the car. Just after pulling out of the hotel parking lot and getting on the main road towards the highway, Mary embarrassingly asked me if I was sore.

I question her, “Sore where?”

“Your pussy?” She replied.

“Oh, yeah.” I exclaimed, chuckling, “Very sore.”

Our drive home was rather quiet with very little communication. We held hands for a while, but Mary eventually pulled her hand from mine and she dozed off for a while as I drove. I had a million thoughts running through my mind, as I’m absolutely sure she did too. And as much as I wanted to go home and start preparing myself to come out to friends first, then to my family that I was dating Mary and falling in love with her. The moment sent major concerns reeling through my head. I would have hoped that most of the people I called friends would have accepted it, whether they liked it or not, but some would have turned their back. My parents… Uhm, who knows? And my ex would have surely had a field day with it. I could hear his snide comments already. Lord knows he blamed me for our failed marriage. I could only imagine how much more demeaning antalya escort he would have been, now blaming me that I was a lesbian and that’s why we failed.

I knew and completely understood Mary’s fears and concerns. They were probably 10 times worse than mine. And as boastful as it is to say to her in the middle of an emotional argument, that I wanted more. I wanted to be out, to tell her I loved her, as she did for me. But, when reality hit and we were outside of that room, outside of that moment, it was going to be different. I knew exactly what she felt like. And I was just as scared as she was. Especially if we didn’t make it.

As the weeks went by, I heard less and less from Mary. The texts weren’t as frequent, the dirty talk was rare, the erotic pictures ceased and the time spent together dwindled. And I blame both of us for that. But I knew she was never going to be able to accept us as a couple in a long-term relationship. I think she got to experience something beyond her wildest imagination. She did something she “was never supposed to do,” and put her faith and trust in me, to keep it our own. And I also got to experience something I would have never imagined. I take comfort in knowing what we had was special. Sometimes it just works out that way. But it was a glorious short ride, one I’m sure neither of us will ever forget.

I was confused at times. Even angered. I kept thinking to myself how can two women have the friendship, the lust, the desire, and some incredible sexual experiences as we did, yet just end up walking away? I don’t know how many of you who are reading this have had a same-sex experience or are bisexual. But I tell you what an amazing, unique, erotic, sensual feeling it is when you – as a woman – are eating another woman’s pussy. And how it changes something in the brain. It just sends you on a trajectory, you never imagined and makes you rethink, things that have been embedded in you since your coming of age. I guess truth be told, I had better sex with men. That’s nature. But when you find someone of the same sex, and have these passionate, hot, erotic moments of eating pussy and getting each other off. Spending the nights together, building the friendship and trust. Having erotic convos, with erotic pics, how can you just let it fade? Guess only those who experience it can answer those questions. I have yet to answer it myself. But I would recommend it. At least to have the experience.

Looking back now I can honestly say, I think we both hit the pinnacle of our relationship that weekend. It was the utmost we were ever going to be. The best time we were ever going to have. The hottest sex we would ever be engaged with (in the aspects of two women) and the best connection on that emotional and physical level we would ever achieve. Maybe we were both at that point in life where we needed each other and needed something different. Needed to be away from men. Needed that different kind of love, a different experience. Needed to have something wild and unexpected. Needed to be on the other side of the playing field, reaching out for a different way of life.

I compare it to training and preparing to climb a mountain. We both worked so hard, we were determined, we were engrossed and engaged to make it up there and celebrated it while on top of the world. But after climbing down that mountain, we went back to life, just basking in the warm thoughts, memories, and accomplishments we had achieved.

Truth be told, my time with Mary is one of the fonder memories of my sexual experiences. I enjoyed kissing her. I liked the giggly butterfly feeling I’d get when we were making out. Or as I started to undress her and ended up playing with her tits. Kissing my way down her body slowly as we both got more aroused. I absolutely loved eating her pussy. As odd as that may sound. I really liked it. I had always sucked dick with my boyfriends and for my husband, but there was something about sliding her panties off and looking at her perfectly shaved, wet pussy, knowing I was going to be licking it and sucking it that made those moments even more erotic, desirable and pleasurable. I guess you can say for a stent in my life I was pussy crazy and I’d absolutely agree.

I did love her. A surely different form of love than a man and woman, but love nonetheless. A different, erotic, exciting, taboo, and special kind of love. One that is not as widely accepted as it should be. And I believed she loved me. I do think – if it would have gone further – that she would have had more issues accepting it, than I would have. She surely would have had more issues showing it and problems letting every person in her life know she was dating a woman. And I could understand where she was at. As I said, we had climbed the mountain and now that we accomplished the mission, we had to return to our normal lives.

I thought about fighting hard to retain our relationship since she had been there for me on a chance meet, before my divorce even started. And that we both had taken that risk, as unusual and emotional as it was. We both experienced love between two women and had some amazing sex. But pushing her to uncomfortable levels of emotions and actions would have just made it worse. So, as she slowly slipped away, I slowly released my grip and just let her go.

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Cast: Mike, my old friend—June, my wife—Don, an oral trainer

My old friend

My old friend Mike called to say he wanted to visit. Boy I hadn’t seen him in forever. I didn’t even think he knew I was married before I talked to him on the phone. Of course I told him we would love to have him but honestly I was of two minds. I was always the little twerp in school and Mike had kind of protected me. As long as he was my friend no one would harass me. Mike was a big, tall, popular jock while I excelled in the French club.

Though we seemed an unlikely pair we were good friends until he went into the army as I went on to college. Now 15 years later Mike was coming to visit and I wondered about how we would get around the fact that for the last few years of high school I was Mike’s blow buddy. I didn’t know how we could move on from that. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t thought about it; in fact I thought about it during sex with my wife, June.

I picked him up at the airport and looked forward to a re-acquainting conversation on the hour-long drive to my mountain home. I knew he would be impressed with my wealth and position as a novelist. As we headed to the car Mike had somehow maneuvered me into carrying all the heavy bags. We talked of old times as we headed due west; Mike was the same old Mike.

“Remember when old Don was pounding on you and I came along; I pulled him off you and slapped him around a little and he ran away. We went to the pond and as I remember it; that was the first time you sucked my cock. Oh, you didn’t want to at first but then I just kept talking to you and when I rubbed my cock over your lips and then you were eager. I have to tell you Bobby; I’ve had lots of blowjobs but you’re still the best. Maybe it’s because you were just so dammed eager for my cum, who knows why we do things eh.”

By now I was a little numb; I didn’t want to talk about this. I glanced over at Mike and was shocked; he had his cock out and was slowly stroking it. God it was huge, that thick purple head on the end of that long, thick prick with that gapping piss slit that looked like the mouth of a cannon. Oh yes I remembered.

“Ok Bobby, this roads really deserted, pull over up there.” In a trance I did as he asked, just like old times, I always did as he asked. Off the road I put it in park and felt that big hand on my neck just rubbing my neck. It was old times as he pressured my head down towards his cock. “That’s right little Bobby, go for it, for old times sake.” He opened the door and stretched his legs out with that big club between his legs just hanging out. It seemed natural for me to get out and scamper over to his side of the car.

“It’s big isn’t it Bobby? Do you remember how I taught you to suck and worship it, I bet you do. Kneel now and enjoy.”

“I understand, Mike, I said.” My gaze was already fixed on the enormous cockhead that was dripping on the car seat. He wasn’t fully hard and the weight of his dick had it laid out on the car seat cushion instead of pointing up towards his face. I shivered a little has I remembered how it had been. At the thought of tasting the wetness that I saw and realized that I wanted to do it. I still couldn’t admit it…but I definitely wanted it. Bobby chuckled to himself as he saw me staring at it, as if he knew exactly what was going on in my mind, knowing the private war that I was fighting between my brain and my dick, and knowing, in the end, which one would win.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Get started already” he ordered. I slowly inched forward on my knees. I lowered my head and had almost arrived at his juiced-up cock when his hand grabbed my head and slowed my descent. “Just lick it a while first. You may need some instructions to help you to remember”

I stuck out my tongue and lowered my head until it made contact with his cockhead. I immediately tasted the salty thickness of his precum as I used my tongue to probe deeper into his piss slit. I could sense that his cock was on the rise alsancak escort and heard a soft moan. Hearing him make that sound again set me on fire. I immediately tried to take the entire head of his cock into my mouth but was quickly pulled off again.

“Are you deaf, Bobby? Look, I know you want this cock bad, but you WILL follow my instructions just like always. I only told you to lick it. I want you to lick it until it is completely hard, then I’ll let you try and discover what other talents that mouth of yours might still have.” Releasing my head, he once again relaxed while I continued to lick at his growing cock using only my tongue. “Its time now Bobby.”

Mike Held my head firmly pumping it up and down on his drippy meat, farther and farther down the shaft until the thick head began to hit the back of my throat. I felt the urge to gag each time it touched the back of my mouth but Mike didn’t care anymore. Tears began to well up in my eyes, an automatic reflex when a person feels they are choking, how I remembered that feeling. Through those tears, it was easy to see that at least half of his cock was still outside my mouth. I knew he wouldn’t be happy until it completely disappeared, just like old times.

Moments later he pulled my face clear of his cock and held it firmly less than an inch away from the angry flared head. He didn’t let me look at him, but I heard him say, “Take a long, really deep breath through your mouth” As soon as he saw me begin to take the breath, he slammed my head viciously onto his cock, his thick cock only pausing slightly as it bumped the back of my throat before sliding down the relaxed opening. Of course, as soon as I realized what had happened my throat was no longer relaxed. I was gagging constantly as he held my head down, my throat convulsing over and over around the thick invader.

“Oh YESSSSSS!!! damm, that’s it, it’s like your throat is trying to get my cock off all by itself. Damm, Bobby, your throat was made for a man’s cock, my cock, made to let a man sling his thick cum down that throat chute of yours.”

Just as I felt that I was going to pass out, Mike raised my head up long enough for me to gasp for air. I could see thick, sticky strands of saliva, my saliva, mixed with his precum gushing out of my mouth and down that thick shaft. It was the consistency of cum as it slipped nastily over his balls and ran down the car seat. Mike then proceeded to thrust my head back down onto his shaft and even though he had a little more difficulty ramming it past the back of my mouth and into my throat (he didn’t have the element of surprise anymore) he still managed to slip it all the way inside until my nose was once again buried in his crotch.

I gagged again, producing another thick, white glob of mucus to lubricate his cock for each successive thrust. He didn’t hold me down on it as long this time before letting me up for air and thrusting it back again. Soon he settled into a long, slow, deep throat fuck and I was beginning to get a grip on my breathing just like old times. I was timing my breaths to occur at exactly the moment my mouth cleared the head of his cock. He was totally in control, never releasing my head for a second.

Time had slowed to a crawl as I felt his cock swelling larger and the first violent wave of cum traveling up his shaft to empty far down my throat. Mike gripped my hair and forced my head off his cock. With great quickness for a man in the middle of cumming, he pulled my head back and moved to sit right on the edge of the seat with the head of his cock less than an inch from my mouth. It shuddered again and spewed a second massive load all over my face, from my hairline down to my chin. I wanted to cum with him, but I still had pants on had lost focus on everything but his cock; my nuts just wouldn’t release it.

A third blast coated my right cheek and quickly ran down to my chin, mingling with what was already there and gaining enough weight to slide off to the ground. Mike then used his other hand to pull his cockhead up and over the still spouting head of his dick, tightly pinching it off between his thumb and piss slit. “Keep your mouth open now, here it comes, ENJOY!” He held his still throbbing cock over my open mouth as he moved even closer to the edge, just letting it sit there for a moment, temptingly as he still kept the skin of the slit pinched off, staring smugly at me, watching my reaction.

After what seemed like an eternity, he took his hand back and I got my first taste of his load. It was amazing. As his cock shot out the pent up cum ran out like a fountain altıeylül escort directly into my waiting, hungry mouth. The taste was incredible and I knew that I was hooked again, everything he had said about me was true. I wanted to cry, I wanted to cum, I wanted to run away, I wanted to taste more of his cock, all at the same time. I closed my mouth and moved the thick, creamy cum of my old school buddy around with my tongue to coat the entire inside of my mouth, savoring the musky flavor and heat of his cum. My mouth was full and cum was dripping down my chin. I gagged on his warm, salty seed, but he once again pulled me onto his cock and commanded me to drink every drop. I totally submitted again, like old times, in agony but also in a delirium of joy at my total subservience. Sperm and spit now coated my face to my surprise I found that every time this man’s huge prick brushed my lips, I mouthed it compulsively. I couldn’t help it. I hated and loved this feeling.

As we continued our drive I was surprised how easily we had slipped into our old, frank ways. He talked about how he liked to be serviced and how good it was to be back with his cocksucker. I couldn’t help thinking about June.

“Well Bobby I’m really pleased with you. After all this time you’re still hungry for my cock. Remember when I told you that some guys were a little like girls and wanted to suck off real men. We were so young then but that’s really how it worked out; you’re the sucker and I’m the suckee. Nothing has really changed. I still need to cum 3 or 4 times a day and you still like cock. Of course you’re a bit rusty, you’ll need to train those throat muscles.”

“I’ve done some reading on slave training in the past and it boils down to getting your throat used to being filled. If you stick your finger down your throat and move it around and seek out those trigger spots at the entrance of your throat that make you gag you’re training them to accept without gagging. The more you stimulate them and learn about what makes you gag, the easier it is to control your gag reflex. Also practice holding your breath. You can do this; just hold your breath for as long as you can. If you do this several times a day and continue to push yourself, you’ll find you can hold your breath for longer and longer periods of time. Swimmers and divers do these exercises all the time.” Mike said.

“You need to practice holding cock deep down your throat and try to see if you can breathe around the cock; a skilled cocksucker can hold a cock deep down his throat and lick his man’s balls while breathing only through the nose. Learn to like the feelings of choking and not being able to breathe. You’ll do it because it’s what I want of you.”

I didn’t know what to think, Mike knew me better than I could myself. I hadn’t seen him in years but in less than an hour I was his again, yes his cocksucker. I was driving slowly because I wanted to listen to his desires, I wanted to please.

“A lot of guys make fun of cocksuckers but that’s just wrong. A cocksucker only wants to serve his alpha male and that’s what I want. Now, I am going to tell you what I want from you, my sex slave. From now on whenever I want, you’re going to blow me. As I’ve said I often need to cum 2-3 times a day and more so it’s good that I’ll live with you. I will need you to suck me when I wake up and again at bedtime. I don’t care who is around your house you will be there to satisfy me when I need it. Your body is mine to use for my pleasure. You will strive to do everything as good as you can. Follow all my instructions. If I want you to lick my balls, you will do it. I might make you beg to serve me. I will fuck your mouth, or have you massage my balls, or perhaps make you lick my ass clean. You may have to shave your pubic hair, or walk around in the backyard with no clothes on. Anything I want, you will do for me because you just, plain want to please me. Occasionally, I will have friends who need servicing. You will do them too. I will cum on your face or will make you take it down your throat. Whatever I want, you do. Do you understand?” I nodded. “Good, I’m glad you know your place, good, Mike said again.

After a while he started talking again. You need to understand the psychological aspects of cocksucking. How to truly give service and submit to a man when he shares his cock with you so the experience is at its best for both of you. I have learned that although cocksucking is about one man giving sexual pleasure to another, like all sex it’s really about both guys getting mutual satisfaction. Your satisfaction is routed in the altınordu escort submission inherent in kneeling with a stiff cock in your mouth. Mine will be in being superior to you; using you as a slut. Of course taking a man’s load is just part of the job so to speak. But it’s an important part. There’s a reason that it’s called “service.” A guy using a cocksucker has every right to expect his load to be taken, and with gratitude. You must then look up at him and thank him with your eyes.”

Mike was talking to me as explicitly as he had in college; his soft demanding voice had excited me then and still did.

“I know you’re wondering how this works with your wife, but you don’t need to worry, she knows it all.” I was stupefied, how could she know, what did she think? I couldn’t speak but Mike just went on in a matter of fact way.

“I’ve been talking on a chat line to her for a month. It started as just a jerk-off chat but somehow I found out that she was your wife. Eventually I told her you had been my cocksucker in school. She came back to me that this was a turn on for her. We talked more and decided that letting you serve both of us would be fun and here I am.”

My head was swimming as I pulled into my driveway, what was happening. I gathered Mike’s luggage and followed him into my house.

“Nice place you’ve got here Bobby, very plush and secluded. Hi June, after all this it’s so nice to meet you. I’ve told him how it’s going to be so don’t worry, our little Bobby is cool with it.”

I noticed that June was in a bikini, strange. Mike told me to get them a drink. When I came back they were on the couch talking. I set the drinks in front of them and went to sit down.

“No, no little Bobby, you don’t sit in our presence, get on the floor”, Mike said. For whatever reason I felt I couldn’t refuse and quickly sat in front of them.

“I think it’s time to continue his training, don’t you June”, Mike said?

“Listen to me carefully now, you have some hard lessons to learn. As our slut and slave you are now totally subservient to and will obey my orders as your Master; in addition from now on those of your wife as well. You need to develop and nurture the trait of absolute obedience if you hope to be happy. Your function as our sex slave is not to question orders, not even to think, but to obey right away without question at all times. I think that it is time that you learned that lesson. The reality is that you’ll be much happier if you don’t think and just obey. It’ll free you to be the slave you’ve always wanted to be, were born to be” Mike said with a smirk.

I was in a trance as Mike continued, “Now my little cocksucker, it’s time for your next lesson. Whenever I snap my fingers and point at the floor, you’re to fall to the floor and kneel there with your legs spread and your mouth open. Let’s have a little practice.”

Mike snapped his finger and pointed at the floor in front of him. I didn’t move. He slapped my face hard with an open hand. I felt a tear rolling down my cheek. He snapped his fingers again and pointed. This time I reluctantly shuffled to the spot on my knees with my legs spread. I glance at June whose face registers surprise at my easy compliance.

“You see June, he wants to serve us, let’s give him some practice eh.” They told me to get up and strip naked as they sipped their wine.

I thought I had no choice but it was obvious that I was excited by this treatment; my little prick was hard and they were laughing. Mike again snapped his finger and this time I fell fast in front of him.

“Take my cock out now and show your wife what a good cocksucker you are.”

I began opening his fly. His cock sprung free and I lowered my mouth to it. Just as my lips touch the cockhead Mike lifts my head, smiles at me and slaps my face twice. He then pushes me onto his cock. “You see June, he’s really subservient and likes this kind of treatment. Understand another rule, whenever I want to fuck your wife, I will snap my fingers and point. You will move into position and unzip my trousers. When you have removed them you will prepare me to fuck your wife by licking around my prick and balls and then by sucking me off until I am nice and hard for your wife. When I tell you to, you will open her cunt lips and guide my stiff prick into your wife.” I must have looked like I protested with my eyes. Mike didn’t hesitate. Again he slapped my face hard, once and then again. The slaps are loud and shake my entire body. I begin to whimper and sob. Mike made sure that I got the point by slapping my tearstained face hard a third time. I felt the defeat that they must have seen in my eyes and I knew that that I would obey.

“Are you ready to obey us at all times now Bobby?” He asked. I answered by sucking lustily on his cock, that beautiful cock, my new Master’s cock. I didn’t notice my wife smiling in the doorway.

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The time was 4:15 a.m. The place was the little well-kept one-bedroom apartment that the young swinger couple, Greg and Sarah, shared. The four friends were, with the exception of Sarah, who had slipped into a silk robe, still in the costumes they had worn at the gothic night in the club that evening. Greg, who was the most normally attired, was in a pair of tight blue jeans, a t-shirt with a print of “the Scream” on it. Meagan, who was short and cute, with long curly brown hair she could sit on, was wearing a purple corset top that laced up the front and a short black skirt that showed off her gorgeous legs. Andy, who had never been to any sort of club before, was wearing a black collared shirt and black slacks.

Andy and his friends were sitting in the living room, eating pizza and nursing beers. The only illumination came from the black light and the television. They were taking a break from watching an old James Bond movie while Greg and Meagan had a drawn-out conversation about the novel Dune. The conversation was long and dull to Andy, who had never read the book and therefore had nothing to contribute.

Sarah sat quietly and drank a lot. Andy was not sure whether he was imagining it, but it seemed Sarah was showing a lot more cleavage than she was last time he looked at her. She was a tarsus escort powerful woman, with nice strong curves, and Andy definitely appreciated the view. He realized, however, that Sarah’s show of skin was to distract her boyfriend from his geeky conversation, and he was simply a side spectator. This knowledge did not make the view any worse, or the bulge in his pants any less persistent.

After a couple more minutes of dry conversation and two more inches of skin, Greg’s speech became more slurred and punctuated. Meagan looked over to see what was distracting her friend, and her jaw nearly dropped open. Greg took the opportunity to move over closer and grope his girlfriend’s lovely full breasts that were spilling out the top of her robe.

“Do I need to leave the two of you alone for a bit?” Meagan asked with humor in her voice. Sarah kissed her boyfriend roughly on the mouth, and the fondling grew more intense. Meagan and Andy stared, feeling both awkward and aroused. Andy licked his dry lips. Meagan crossed her legs tightly together. Sarah moaned lustfully.

“Ok,” Andy muttered, feeling quite out of place. “Are you good to drive, Meagan?”

“Not yet,” Meagan gasped. Her voice sounded hoarse. Her legs were so tightly crossed, it looked like it must hurt. tatvan escort

Greg moaned deeply, his mouth around Sarah’s nipple. Sarah’s head was back and her mouth was wide open in ecstasy. Andy flicked back on the movie, but even the explosions and car crashes weren’t enough to get his mind off the sex. He could make out the breasts and hips of the hot young co-star under her clothing and wondered what it would be like to pull the clothes off or her. He was very hot and aroused. It had been too long since he had even masturbated.

After several more minutes, the couple regained their composure and showed interest in watching the movie. Their bodies were still pressed together, and Greg’s tight pants made his arousal quite clear, even in the dim light. Monster cock indeed!

“Do you two always get so demonstrative when company is around?” Meagan asked, a little bitterly. Andy looked at her legs, which were still tightly crossed, and wondered dreamily if she was wet. He could almost smell her arousal and the thought made him very hard. He would love to pull her legs apart and push his cock into her right there in his friend’s living room. Would she moan in his ear as his cock snaked in and out of her. Would she shudder as she came? Would her muscles clutch tavşanlı escort at his engorged member, pushing him friend to his own climax? What would it be like to shoot a hot load right into her? Would he come so much that his seed dribbled down her thighs and onto the sofa? Would Greg yell at him for desecrating his living room? What would Sarah’s lips look like wrapped around Meagan’s swollen pussy, licking up his sticky cum from her friend’s wet hole. He scolded himself for the naughty fantasy; he refused to be a drooling male.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” Greg said, giving Meagan a friendly hug and a winning smile. It was obvious that his friend appreciated the attention, despite her inhibitions. Andy remembered Sarah saying once that it was hard for women not to feel good when Greg put the moves on them, and if Greg wasn’t putting the moves on Meagan, Andy didn’t know what he was doing. He felt some inner beast roaring inside of him. He didn’t like seeing his friend so close to his potential girlfriend.

Sarah crawled onto the sofa next to Andy and began slowly massaging his shoulders. Andy had to try hard not to ejaculate on the spot. He was so hard and felt so horny that he was afraid his cock would burst open like an overcooked sausage from all the lust. Sarah’s fingers were so light and talented as they kneaded his sore muscles. Nick bit his lip and tried not to think happy thoughts. He could feel pre-cum leaking from his over-engorged member. Sarah’s fingers pushed into a particularly sweet spot and Andy simply melted. They would have to pick him up off the sofa with a spatula.

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My schoolteaching contract was renewed in April, so we decided to have a party to celebrate but we postponed the party until my 22nd birthday. Kathy was then seven months pregnant with our first child (and horny as hell). Since she was working in the tiny cannery hospital, she knew the other housekeeping employees, and decided to invited a girl friend named Anisha, who worked in the cannery laundry, to join us.

Anisha was a dark haired beauty in her late teens, early 20s who had accompanied her father (a Lapp reindeer herder turned fishermen) to the cannery that spring. Her mother was a Yup’ik Eskimo.

We started with a perfectly conventional birthday party, but after a few sips of rum and water, the girls decided that for my birthday to be official, I had to have a birthday spanking.

A spirited struggle ensued, during which Kathy’s blouse was torn, and I copped some great feels of soft tits before my pants were pulled down. I quit struggling because by that time my cock was getting very hard, so I lay quietly over Kathy’s lap to conceal my embarrassing condition. Then the girls decided that to be truly effective, the spanking had to be on a bare butt, and they began yanking on my underwear.

This was too much! I rolled over on the bed and pulled Kathy down next to me. I ran my hands under her ruined blouse and began tickling her bare ribs (she was very ticklish). Kathy was squirming around on the bed trying to get away from me when Anisha joined us, tickling me to get me away from Kathy. By this time, I had my hands on Kathy’s ribs under her bra. The clasp broke, and her matronly breasts, even larger now because of her pregnancy, tumbled free, her nipples coyly peeking through her torn blouse.

Anisha abandoned me and turned her attention to Kathy’s breasts, touching one with one hand, and licking and kissing tepebaşı escort the other. Kathy retaliated by reaching over and pulling Anisha’s sweater off over her head. I think she was as surprised as I to discover that Anisha hadn’t worn a bra — a very daring thing for a girl to do in those days. I was struck by the delightful contrast between Anisha’s small, firm breasts and Kathy’s. But even more, I was astounded by Anisha’s aggressive behavior. I had never seen or even dreamed of women playing with each other. I was frightened, astonished, and incredibly aroused, all at the same time!

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Denny (aka oldjarhead)

Through a bizarre set of circumstances not relevant to this story, I had been hired as the village school teacher in a one-room school in a salmon cannery village on the Bering Sea coast. This was remarkable because I had dropped out of high school when I was 15, and my only academic credential was a GED certificate I had earned while convalesing in the Seattle Naval hospital. That and my availability.

My contract was renewed in April, so we decided to have a party to celebrate but we postponed the party until my 22nd birthday. Kathy was then seven months pregnant with our first child (and horny as hell). Since she was working in the tiny cannery hospital, she knew the other housekeeping employees, and decided to invited a girl friend named Anisha, who worked in the cannery laundry, to join us.

Anisha was truly a beautiful girl in her late teens, early 20s, who lived in Bethel with her family during the winter, but who had accompanied her father (a fisherman) to the cannery that spring. Her mother was a Yup’ik Eskimo and her father, a Lapp who had come to Alaska sometime in the 1920s as a reindeer herder.

The three of us did the usual things with candles torbalı escort and cakes, only we were washing it down with Lemon & Hart 151 proof rum, cut with a splash of water. By midafternoon, none of us were feeling pain. That’s when the girls decided that for my birthday to be official, I had to have a birthday spanking.

A spirited struggle ensued, during which Kathy’s blouse was torn, and I copped some great feels of soft tits before my pants were pulled down. I quit struggling because by that time my cock was getting very hard, so I lay quietly over Kathy’s lap to conceal my embarrassing condition. Then the girls decided that to be truly effective, the spanking had to be on a bare butt, and they began yanking on my underwear.

This was too much! I rolled over on the bed and pulled Kathy down next to me. I ran my hands under her ruined blouse and began tickling her bare ribs (she was very ticklish). Kathy was squirming around on the bed trying to get away from me when Anisha joined us, tickling me to get me away from Kathy. By this time, I had my hands on Kathy’s ribs under her bra. The clasp broke, and her matronly breasts, even larger now because of her pregnancy, tumbled free, her nipples coyly peeking through her torn blouse.

Anisha abandoned me and turned her attention to Kathy’s breasts, massaging one with her little hand, and sucking on the other. Kathy retaliated by reaching over and pulling Anisha’s sweater off over her head. I think she was as surprised as I to discover that Anisha hadn’t worn a bra — a very daring thing for a girl to do in those days, and I was dumbfounded by the delightful contrast between Anisha’s small, firm breasts and Kathy’s. But even more, I was astounded by Anisha’s aggressive behavior. I had never seen or even dreamed of women playing with each other. I was toroslar escort frightened, astonished, and incredibly aroused, all at the same time!

Anisha quickly crawled next to Kathy on the bed and hunching her body over my wife’s belly, she managed to rub her hard little nipple against Kathy’s without using her hands. Kathy responded by wrapped her arms around Anisha, and kissing her warmly on the mouth. I wanted to pinch myself to see if I were dreaming.

The women slipped out of their clothes, except that Anisha refused to take off her panties. Kathy began sucking my cock while Anisha gently explored Kathy’s pussy while she continued to lick and suck on Kathy’s swollen nipples. Tentatively at first, I reached under Anisha’s body and began rubbing her breasts. She abandoned Kathy for the moment and rolled over, lifting her chest against my hand, whispering, “harder. I like it harder!”

Kathy held my cock in her mouth with one hand and reached into Anisha’s delta with the other. Anisha lay back and began to moan. Kathy then rolled over my legs and pushed Anisha’s legs apart. I was almost out of my mind when pulled one panty leg open and began to lick Anisha’s hairy mons, actually spreading her lips with her fingers so she could fuck the girl with her tongue! My cock was as stiff as a post!

Then Kathy crawled up to me, and whispered, “Here’s your birthday present, Denny. I want to see you fuck Anisha!” She continued to hold the panty leg open with one hand while I rolled between Anisha’s welcoming thighs. Anisha raised her knees creating a cradle for me. Kathy seized my cock and guided me into the girl’s cunt.

We fucked and sucked and fucked all afternoon and all evening until literally I could play no more. I’ve never been so sweetly exhausted in my life. My scrotum literally ached and my poor cock was so sore, I couldn’t bear the softest of lips or the most tender of kisses. I don’t know how many times I came that afternoon, but I’m sure it must have been a high water mark that I have never since equalled. It was getting dark when Anisha kissed us both a last time and limped out the door, leaving us to recover.

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This story was suggested by a lady who calls herself Penny, which may or may not be her real name. Penny is married and, it seems, enjoys sex with a man; we have seen photographs (though it would be improper for us to publish them) in which Penny, if that is her name, opens her legs to have her cunt licked, presumably by her husband, whose real name may or may not be Mark. Penny also claims to need and enjoy frequent masturbation. This activity, whether with her fingers or with artificial aids, is greatly enhanced, she claims, by a certain type of fantasy. This site already offers one such fantasy, Penny’s Progress, which was written with her guidance. Her latest request, Penny’s Pleasure, develops a similar scenario. Whether the events portrayed really are no more than a figment of Penny’s erotic imagination, or whether they are a disguised version of actual experiences, who can say? The reader may wonder whether Penny exists only in the minds of the authors but in that case the reader would be mistaken. We are in a world where the lines between truth and fiction are easily blurred. How much of what follows is true and how much invented, the reader must decide. We simply hope that when Penny reads these words and slips her hand inside her knickers she will recognise herself, be pleased – and ultimately satisfied.

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Boredom was never a problem for Penny. Her difficulty was finding time to indulge. There was a house to maintain, a husband to care for in and out of bed, a demanding child whose inquisitive nature had to be channelled away from sensitive areas, a sister in another city who claimed her attention from time to time. Now Mark was suggesting they should investigate the local swinging scene. Penny was tempted but from past experience she knew developing the right contacts needed long-term care and patience. If only there was an extra day in the week …

Yet Penny was also aware she needed an outlet for the sexual energy that had been building for some months. Maybe it would have been easier to sublimate if she had not had one earlier glimpse of the promised land. Her patronage of a new lingerie boutique had led her into a series of experiences which had opened her eyes (and not only her eyes) to the joys of bisexuality. The interested reader can find a detailed account, slightly disguised for reasons of discretion, in the story entitled Penny’s Progress.

At the time there had been every reason to believe that her involvement with the boutique proprietress, Carla, and a selection of her clients, would continue and flourish. There had, after all, been room for Mark’s occasional inclusion, too. But Carla had made the mistake of allowing into the circle a young woman who proved to be an undercover reporter for a tabloid newspaper. The resulting scandal led to the closure of the boutique and Carla’s hasty move to another part of the country.

Fortunately, Penny had not been present at the gathering infiltrated by the reporter and so had been spared unwanted publicity, but the narrow escape made her all the more cautious about seeking out local swingers. Her solution, only partially satisfactory, was to give rein to her penchant for masturbation which had been her favoured form of release since her early teens.

Before meeting Carla and acquiring a whole new wardrobe of provocative lingerie, Penny had been happy to please Mark by wearing black bra, knickers and stockings. But for masturbation she had formed the habit of wearing white cotton, no doubt some kind of subconscious throwback to the days when she had first experimented with self-pleasure. It was to this routine that she had returned in the aftermath of Carla’s disappearance.

On the rare occasions when she had the house to herself and could be sure of not being disturbed, she would sit in a favourite armchair, lift her skirt, spread her legs and slide a hand inside the waistband of her knickers. Closing her eyes, she liked to recall her initiation with Carla and a plainish, brown-haired woman named Sonia. Over time it was Sonia who gave Penny her most intense orgasms, and there was one image that always came into Penny’s mind as soon as her fingers began to stimulate her clitoris.

In her memory they were all three naked on the floor of a room at Carla’s home. Penny was on her back with cushions beneath her head and bottom. Carla’s tongue fluttered across her nipples. Sonia’s hands lifted her knees, widened her thighs. Penny tensed momentarily but was quickly persuaded to relax. Sonia’s fingers probed her labia, tested the inner wetness. Two digits, then three, entered, withdrew, entered again. Carla was murmuring into her ear, “It’s going to be very good, Penny. Your cunt will be on fire. Nobody does it the way Sonia does.”

When Penny began to writhe and moan the two women immediately read the signs of approaching orgasm. The arousal was allowed to slacken off but not completely. Penny, having been so close to the edge, was afraid they turgutlu escort might not take her all the way. She began to make thrusting movements with her pelvis, trying to encourage Sonia to complete what she had begun.

“Not yet,” said Carla quietly. “Much too soon. Are you all right?”

“Yes,” said Penny. “But please keep doing it.”

Nowadays, the recollection of the huge, heaving climax she was eventually brought to, Sonia’s mouth and tongue invading her cunt while Carla pinned her shoulders to the floor, invariably coincided with the conclusion her fingers had been working towards. Then it was time to clean up, drop the damp white cottons into the laundry basket and go about her business.

She needed a couple of passport size photographs and the nearest photo booth was at the local mall. Having checked that she had the requisite coins for the machine, Penny was exasperated to be confronted by an Out of Order notice. No indication of when it might be functioning again. Not wanting another wasted journey, she remembered a professional photographer on an upper floor. Probably that could provide what she wanted. Probably at twice the price of the booth but there was no easy alternative.

The photographer’s premises were open and not busy. A middle-aged, well-built woman greeted her, showed her into the studio and introduced the photographer, Gary, a young black man. Gary fussed with lights more than Penny thought necessary for a simple task but certainly went about his work confidently while making pleasant small talk. He told Penny how attractive she looked. Penny said she hoped the photographs would show as much but it wasn’t really important that they should.

Whatever the outcome it would have to wait. The woman in the front office explained that this was a professional job; their policy was to have the photos developed and to offer proofs from which Penny could make a selection. Penny stifled an impulse to be curt in reply. She asked if they would just choose what they considered the best, print off half-a-dozen and put them in the post to her. Could they do that before the end of the day? Of course they would be pleased to do so. Penny gave her address, paid and went home.

ID cards are are ID cards, not portraits for posterity. When they arrived in the mail, they had benefited from being properly lit and developed but hardly justified the extra expense. It was only when she was tidying later that Penny noticed on the back of the compliments slip a hand-written note:

“I hope these are what you require. If I can be of any further service please do not hesitate to contact me. You might be interested in some of the work we do – there are many opportunities for an attractive mature woman such as yourself. Why not arrange to comeand see us? If I am not here, my assistant, Alexandra, will be pleased to help.”

Frances Stertori (prop.)

Penny wasn’t thrilled by the word ‘mature’ but ‘attractive’ softened the effect. In any case, she couldn’t envisage herself as a model. She dropped the slip in the bin.

The circumstance that caused her to change her mind was strange. A few days later, during a deeply sensual masturbation session in which she several times brought herself to the brink before changing tempo to delay the orgasm, she found her mental images of Carla mutating into Frances Stertori. Thinking about it while changing her knickers afterwards, she realised that there was a striking similarity between the two. Like Carla, Frances was probably in her early fifties, well-groomed, full-bodied, softly spoken but with an authoritative air that was hard to define.

Perhaps, Penny mused, it was no more than a symptom of her now frustrated bisexual leanings. Carla’s policy had always been one of utmost discretion for the select clients whom she invited to her gatherings. Her guests never knew each other’s surnames, could never be sure that the names by which they were known at the parties were not invented. It was a rule that no phone numbers of addresses were exchanged. When they left Carla’s house they all retreated into secret compartments, into their separate lives. It meant that when Carla fled, Penny had no means of contacting Sonia with a view to pursuing their intense relationship independently.

Now here was Frances Stertori evoking comparisons Penny couldn’t dismiss. She tried telling herself the possibility that Frances might be another Carla was too much of a coincidence to be given credence, no more than an erotic fantasy. And yet …

Before she could gives herself time to change her mind, Penny went to the phone book, looked up the number and dialled. An unfamiliar voice answered, announcing herself as Alexandra. For a moment, Penny was tempted to say it was a wrong number but when she gave her name, Alexandra seemed to be expecting her call. Frances, she said, was hoping Penny would ring. They agreed a date for an appointment.

Without her husband’s turgutreis escort encouragement, Penny might still have backed out. Mark remembered the liberating effect of Penny’s involvement with Carla and the pleasure it had led to for them both. If that could be recreated, he was fully in favour. In bed, listening to Penny’s strange intuition linking Frances with Carla, he sensed the attraction. But it was so nebulous. He said, “Maybe. But that’s in the future. Who knows what will come of it? Probably nothing. But this is now. Feel this.” He guided her hand to his cock, already hard and demanding. “We’ll find another woman for you somehow, I promise. But don’t forget me. Fuck me, Penny.”

She knew he was right, and she didn’t intend to forsake the intimacy and the hungry mating that was sex with Mark. She turned on to her knees, knowing that Mark enjoyed nothing more than a fuck doggy-style. Taking his cock in his hand, he fed it into the opening of her cunt. She was wet and it was easy to absorb his shaft. He grasped her hips and began a driving rhythm. Instinctively she understood. All wish-motivated fantasies were banished as she concentrated on the animal-like nature of the coupling. It wasn’t always like this but sometimes it was good simply to give way to the most basic desires. She knew Mark couldn’t last long this way, wished that she could time her climax to synchronise with his but understood it was impossible. It was the eternal difference between the male and female orgasm. Even before she could reach beneath herself to finger her clit, a gasp and a final lunge signalled his discharge into her cunt. Mark clung to her for a few seconds, kissed her cunt twice and then flopped on to his back. Soon he was asleep. Penny lay awake musing about Frances.

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Penny’s appointment had been made for the time at which the photographers closed for the day. “Then we won’t be interrupted,” Alexandra had said without explaining why that might have been undesirable.

She was welcomed by the proprietress and shown into an office. “First, let me thank you for coming,” said Frances Stertori. They were sitting facing each other on comfortable chairs. Behind them was a desk with a few papers, a phone and a computer. “We are always on the lookout for new models but we seldom come across one so attractive in your age-group.”

The flattery seemed sincere enough but Penny remained wary. In the back of her mind she knew exactly why she had accepted the invitation but she had decided that if any covert signals were to emerge they would not be from her. Rejection would be more embarrassing than she could bear. She declined a glass of wine but accepted the offer of coffee.

“Please call me Frances,” the woman said. “This is really just an informal little chat to see if you would be interested in any of our channels.”

“What would they be?”

“Oh, various types of photography. Across the whole range, really. I could show you some examples, but first may I ask you a few questions?”

“Of course.”

Frances reached for a file from the desk. took out a sheet of paper and attached it to a clip board. “We have the basic details – name, address, telephone and so on. No need to go through those again.” She looked up with a warm smile. “How old are you, Penny?”

“Thirty-nine.” No point in dissembling.

“Measurements?”

“Thirty-eight, twenty-eight, thirty-eight.” More or less, she thought. It was a while since she’d checked.

“Thirty-eight D – would I be right?”

Penny nodded. Frances made a note.

“You are married?”

“Yes.”

“Children?”

“Just one.”

“Scars? Stretch marks?”

These were hardly the questions Penny had anticipated but there was no backing out now. “No. None. I keep in shape.”

“Yes, I can see. How would your husband feel about you agreeing to model for us?

That would depend, Penny thought. She could foresee a situation that would meet with his wholehearted approval but nothing remotely close had been suggested yet. “Is there a reason why he shouldn’t agree?”

“It depends on the person. We have had difficulties. Jealousy mostly.”

“I would have to discuss it with Mark. And I would need to know what was involved.” Where were these questions leading was what Penny really wanted to know.

“Of course.” Frances made another note then looked into Penny’s eyes. “Lingerie photos, for example. Not all husbands would be comfortable with their wives posing in lingerie.”

“As I say, I would need to talk to Mark?”

“What are your own tastes in lingerie?”

When Penny hesitated, reminding herself that the black knickers and bra she wore were among her more expensive purchases from the heady days of Carla’s boutique, Frances said, “Please don’t be embarrassed. These are standard questions we ask all our potential models. If there are any you prefer not to answer, please say so.”

Penny ünye escort remained silent. Although she felt the questions were becoming unnecessarily intimate she was curious to know where the interview was heading. Wasn’t this reminiscent of how things had started with Carla?

After a pause which she seemed to take as approval to continue, Frances prompted her again on the subject of lingerie.

“I suppose you could say I like a range, everyday wear and – well, certain things for special occasions.”

“Would you have a problem with being in front of the camera in lingerie?”

“It would depend, I suppose. If that was what was required or …”

“How about posing nude? Would you do that?”

Penny decided enough was enough. She simply couldn’t fathom Frances Stertori and she was beginning to suspect that she could end up being exploited for basic commercial reasons. Not what she had in mind at all. “I would need to know a lot more,” she said. But thinking that she had sounded prudish, she added, “It’s not that I have a closed mind. It’s just – “

“Please don’t apologise. We are all inclined to be wary about anything unfamiliar, aren’t we? The thing is, we get a number of requests for people of your – style. Attractive, normal women. Not what I call manufactured models. And I believe you would fit the demand perfectly.”

Was it sincere? Or mere flattery? If she wasn’t to find here what she’d been secretly hoping for, she might as well settle the matter once and for all, get the woman to put cards on the table. But she was pre-empted. Before she could respond, Frances went on, “I think you have reservations and that’s no basis for us to proceed. So I’ll tell you what we’ll do.” She picked up the phone from the desk. “Alex will let you have one of our sample DVD’s. It will show you the kind of work we do, and then you can make up your mind. Have a look at it and then we’ll chat again.”

On the way out Penny collected the DVD. Somewhat to her surprise, she was asked to sign for it. The DVD was in a plain wrapper marked only Demo. Alex, on the other hand, was anything but plain: a striking blonde with high, small breasts and long legs. “We spoke on the phone,” she said. “It’s very nice to see you in person.” She smiled. “And I’m not in the least disappointed.”

**********************

At the first opportunity when Penny had the house to herself, she slipped the DVD into the player and sat down to watch. The screen showed a date a few months earlier followed by a plain white caption on a black background:

PRIVATE DEMO Not for public exhibition

FS/AW/GH/TT

FS was obviously Frances Stertori, thought Penny. AW might be Alexandra, GH could be Gary, the photographer. But TT? Before she could speculate further, the screen opened into colour. The scene is a bedroom. There is a large double bed with expensive pale yellow drapes. A woman sits at a dressing table. She turns to address the camera. It is Frances Stertori.

“This is a private video which will introduce you to the area of our work we hope will be of special interest for you. The receipt you signed when you collected it includes an undertaking not to communicate to a third party anything you see here. Please respect that, and please excuse the formality of this introduction.” With a deprecatory shrug, she rises from the dressing table before continuing. “Well, that was the necessary small print. Now I’m sure you are curious to see what I have in mind, and while a one-woman show has it’s merits we can do rather better with two.”

The camera cuts to a door which opens to admit Alexandra, though not exactly as Penny had last seen her. Alexandra is now naked from the waist up. All she wears are a black suspender belt, black knickers, black stockings and high heels. The camera zooms in to frame her upper half, displaying high small breasts slightly uptilted, the nipples dark and pointed. “Hello,” she says, smiling confidently into the lens. “You’ve already met Frances. And I’m Alex. I’m one of the lingerie models but I also act as Frances’s secretary. Although there is nearly thirty years age difference, we think we get along together rather well.”

While speaking she walks to where Frances stands in front of a full length mirror dressed, much as Penny remembers her, in a dark business suit. The two women kiss, a long, sensuous kiss during which the camera moves round behind Alex. It pans down and zooms in to show Frances’s hands cupping her young assistant’s buttocks.

They break apart. A close-up shows Alex’s face, the delicate high cheekbones, the complexion flushed, indicating already her state of arousal, the eyes closed. Frances’s voice is heard. “Ready?” Alex nods. She is seen full frontal. Frances is behind her, arms reaching round, hands fondling the tight little breasts. As Frances’s fingers begin to tweak the nipples, Alex gives a little gasp of pleasure. The camera instantly zooms in.

A second head appears in the frame of the picture. Frances has moved round to apply her lips and tongue to the stiff dark peaks. She licks and sucks. Alex moans softly.

In her chair in front of the screen, Penny turns back her skirt, slides her hand inside the waistband of her knickers. Her cunt lips are wet and slippery.

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© 2008 Rob Carver Devil in the Details

(This is Chapter 02 of ‘Devil in the Details’. This story will not make sense unless you read Chapter 01.)

*

Driving back into the office parking lot the girls directed him to Deb’s minivan so she could unload the huge amount of food leftover.

Stephen sat in his SUV for another ten minutes before his legs were strong enough to walk inside. He went right into the Men’s room and took off the cup and wet suit bottom. He had to sit there on the toilet for another ten minutes before it was safe to walk to his office.

His email beeped and realized it was three o’clock before the cloud cleared. His boss heard from the Andress Corp. account, there were a bunch of superlative words like ‘genius’, ‘magician’, and others. He wasn’t yet able to focus so he didn’t read the whole thing, just knew they were very pleased and apparently he and Olivia had pulled the account back from the precipice.

He didn’t want the attention, wished he could do stuff without the recognition … he opened a new account’s ledgers and dove into his number crunching. Hours passed while his fingers clicked away.

When Stephen looked up Olivia was in his office, it was dark outside. “Hi,” he said, happy to see her beaming smile.

“Congratulations.”

“Oh, congratulations to you too … it wouldn’t have worked without your help, I’m sure your effort was at least half the answer there, long term it’s ninety percent.”

“That’s kind of you to say.”

“Not trying to be kind, it’s true … I don’t see the things you do, the strategic stuff. They could have gotten all the dimes and nickels accounted for and yet would still be losing money.”

“Perhaps … but I have some things to talk to you about. Do you have time?”

“Yes, just a second … okay, I’ll pick this up tomorrow.”

“Is your email working alright now?”

“Yes, why?”

“I told you the girls were naughty … they have been playing you.”

“They have been teasing me like crazy, today was intense personified.”

“I’ve guessed that … but there is more, I know their motivation behind the teasing. Come with me to my office and I’ll show you. I arranged to get system master privileges to show you this.” She turned and walked the five doors to hers, Stephen following close behind.

Stephen wondered if this was a good time to do this. The earlier teasing had his libido in a heightened state and he was smelling things, her perfume, and the crack in her voice, the way her haired flowed from one side to the other like in those hair commercials on TV. His senses were too keen to all of her beauty. This meeting wasn’t about their friendly relationship; he shouldn’t be feeling these things. He knew it must be because of what the girls were doing to him at lunch. Yeah, they were driving him crazy.

He stood beside her chair while she brought up the screen.

“Stephen, have you looked at your expense account folders?”

“No, haven’t seen them. Deb is handling the paper work for me. The girls are taking me to different restaurants to show me where to take clients … I know it’s probably the wrong thing to do, but it’s not illegal, and management doesn’t seem to mind.”

“Okay, let me show you … these were not employee lunches, we have a strict policy of twenty dollars per person when you do that. That’s why we usually just order pizza delivery. Have you seen these? The smallest one is a hundred and thirty.”

“No, really?” and he bent over to look.

“Yep, all your account names are listed as the clients, up to five guests plus your assistant. Have you ever taken five guests?”

“No, just the two of us, except three today, we did a picnic today.”

“Let’s look at today, I haven’t seen that one … oh, wow, three hundred twenty … ten guests from the Burke account.”

“Three hundred dollars for a picnic? There was a lot of food left over, but three hundred? I could have bought a picnic table, the grill, and the food for that much.”

“I’m guessing one of them is feeding a party tonight or tomorrow. And what about the gifts?”

“Gifts?”

“Yes, the two Kitchen Aide mixers at three hundred each and the bedding for four hundred.”

“There have been no gifts, it must be a mistake.”

“Right … so Andress, Burke and Benton didn’t receive these?”

“No, I would never do that, we are not a bank; we don’t give out toasters for opening accounts. That goes against every thing I know about business.”

“Stephen, the girls went shopping with your credit card. Where is it?”

“I don’t know, Deb has it I guess. I’ve actually never seen it.”

“They are not supposed to touch your card, ever. And the trip to Jacksonville, the girls had a wedding to go to, I’m guessing the bedding was the wedding gift from both of them … they were bride’s maids, I know because I can read their email. Did you see the girls while you were there? Did they work with you on Saturday?”

“No, they disappeared from Friday yenibosna escort night to Sunday night.”

“The trip was their idea, they wrote emails to management from you explaining that you needed to go there and straighten the mess out. It was those emails from you that said you needed to bring along two administrative assistants. It’s why Deb stopped IT from fixing your access to your email, I checked.”

“So all this has been a series of scams?”

“You can’t say I didn’t warn you … but then I never thought they would go this far. With the trip and gifts, not including the meals, this adds to over six thousand dollars in two weeks.”

“Wow … so we need to fire them.”

“Not so fast, you need to read the emails they have sent to management. The ones you sent and didn’t know about. You have been praising their work; you used words like amazing competence, professional attitude, and suffering long hours without compensation to solve these problems. And management has been very responsive. So if you now fire them, our bosses will think you are some kind of nut, a genius but a flake. They’ll just use your talent and never promote you. Right now they think you can walk on water. You have saved the company millions, maybe twenty million in revenues they would have lost without your work. And all good managers praise their employees, try to give them credit for their work like these emails do.”

“So you’re saying I’m trapped?”

“Let’s look at our options … we could just fire them and they might have copies of these emails and they might claim you did all this to get rid of them, suing the company and you personally, sexual harassment or some other garbage … or we could take away the credit card and have a stern talking to them, hold this over their heads so they start behaving, fire them if they try anything else. We can monitor their email and keep a close watch on your expense reports. You are going to have to start taking clients out so there won’t be a huge swing in your spending. It wouldn’t look right to go from eight thousand dollars in the first two weeks to nothing the next … we’ll have to taper that off to something reasonable. And that will match your case load; the difficult clients you saved will be going into a maintenance mode.”

“That makes sense.”

“So tell me what they have been doing to get you to take them to lunch every day.”

“I shouldn’t tell you … its sexual stuff.”

“No, come on, I want to hear. I haven’t heard a juicy story since they did it to the other guy. I took him to a bar after the company fired him, he told me everything.”

“But I’m feeling embarrassed.” Stephen sat in the chair next to her desk. He tried not to look at her legs crossed just a foot away.

“Tell me about the first time, the Oyster Bar … who was that Susan or Deb?”

“Deb, she went in the bathroom and changed, put on a see-through top, cut really low, took off her bra and folded her skirt over a couple times … lots of leg.”

“Yeah, she has an amazing body … so that’s it, just the show?”

“Her mouth is pretty bad, saying she liked me looking at her tits, sorry. (He looked up to see if Olivia was offended, she wasn’t) And Deb flipped up her skirt, in front and once behind.”

“Let me guess, she was wearing a thong.”

Stephen nodded his head yes. They were making eye contact and he could see she was excited about his stories. Looking at her face kept his mind off her legs.

“So tell me about Susan, the first time with her, the Showboat.”

“Her mouth wasn’t as bad … but as soon as we sat down she opened her dress down to her waist, showed me and then grabbed my hand and held my hand to her breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra.”

“She never does … and she did this right there in the restaurant? Did any one see?”

“I’m sure the waiter caught us once or twice, he didn’t say anything, and the place was mostly empty.”

“So that was it, just feeling her breast?”

“Almost … and then getting in my SUV she asked me to lift up her dress, it was linen, she didn’t want to get it wrinkled.”

“Yeah I remember that dress, too dressy for work … So you had your hands on her ass?”

He nodded yes again.

“Stephen, you should have just gone to a strip club, they do all that there. Did you do anything more than that?”

“No not really.”

“Did they jerk you off or give you a blow job?”

“No.” Stephen was shocked those words could come out of her mouth.

“Never?”

“They never touched me … I was wearing protection.”

“Stephen, why would you be wearing a condom?”

“No, not that kind. I didn’t want to get embarrassed, I was wearing an athletic cup and wet suit pants under my suit … it was painful.” He was worried she might think he was nuts.

“So you put on the cup and wet suit every day before lunch?”

“I wouldn’t want them to see me aroused.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah tell me about it.” He wished yıldırım escort she knew how painful it had been.

“So you were afraid to show that to them?” she asked pointing to his tented pants.

“Oh my God! I am so sorry!” he blushed bright red and started standing up to leave.

She grabbed his arm and made him sit back down, “No, don’t worry, I got hot hearing the story too, it’s natural, you should get like that.”

“Really, like you aren’t mad at me?”

“No … really … so don’t worry, I’ve seen you aroused now, so finish the story so we can go find the credit card.”

“Not much else to tell, Susan would let me touch her and Deb was always doing the peek-a-boo and dirty mouth … until today. Today they ganged up on me for the picnic and Deb let me feel her ass for a few seconds. And they changed in the back of my SUV; I saw them naked in my mirror.”

“I’m guessing you are not very experienced … a virgin?”

He couldn’t look her in the eyes but nodded yes.

“Yeah, I guessed it, same with the guy that got fired. We need to find you a nice woman, take care of that … and you have to promise to tell me when you do it for the first time, I can give you pointers.”

“Really? You would want me to talk about sexual stuff?”

“Yes, I told you, this is making me hot, just like you … only you can’t tell like I can.”

“Oh.” But he really didn’t understand.

“So let’s go find your credit card and plan what we are going to say to the girls.”

“We? You’re going to do this with me?” He followed her out of her office.

“Yeah, Deb can be mean and belligerent; you wouldn’t have a chance doing it alone. And turn off some of the lights; I wouldn’t want anyone to see you walking around here aroused like that.”

“But no one is here.”

“At night you can see in the windows pretty clearly; it’s why I close my blinds when it gets dark out, especially that side of the building where the road goes by.”

They started going through Deb’s desk, the center drawer was locked and his credit card wasn’t anywhere else.

“Stephen, we need a key, I don’t have one.”

“No, we just need a screw driver; the desks are cheap particle board.”

“I know where one is, come with me.” She held his hand as they walked down the long dark hallway to the Janitor’s closet.

Stephen never walked holding a woman’s hand before … he wondered what it meant … maybe she was just scared of the dark.

Olivia opened the door and stepped inside, into the total darkness … pulling Stephen with her. She let go of his hand and was fumbling looking for the light switch … she bumped into him, “Stephen?”

“Yes?” he wondered why she did that; the light switch would be higher.

“I’m sorry … oops, there I did it again … I’m not doing that on purpose … it probably isn’t helping it go down,” she stopped searching while she was talking into the blackness.

“I don’t mind, you can bump into it as much as you want.”

“Yeah, you wish I could … ooo, I did it again.”

“Yeah, that was nice.”

“Stephen, stop it, we’re here in the dark.”

“I know, but they were teasing me intensely today.”

“You should have taken care of that in the bathroom when you came back.”

“Afraid of getting caught, the doors on the stalls have wide cracks.”

“Oh … well I wish I could help you … but I’m engaged.”

“I know, luckiest guy on the planet.”

“Thank you, that was sweet … you know if I wasn’t already engaged, I would go out with you.”

“Really?”

“Yes I would … oh … sorry.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Stephen, that was my breast … you did that on purpose.”

“So did you.”

“No I didn’t.”

“Why are we still in the dark? Do you want me to kiss you?”

“Yes, No! Stephen, we are looking for the light switch and it isn’t up there.”

She found the switch, pondered whether to turn it on while his hand was still on her breast … she had to … and they looked at each other when the lights came on.

“Stephen?”

“What?”

“It’s so big!”

“You did that, you said it was okay not to get embarrassed.”

“No, you should be proud … I never knew … wow, you are testing my resolve. Here is a screw driver, will this open the drawer?”

“Yes.” But he didn’t want to go back, he wanted to turn off the light and stay there.

“Okay, go outside before I turn off the light … I don’t want to run into that.”

“Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about, I’m flattered.”

They walked back to the desk and took a team effort to get the drawer open. The problem occurred when he was standing using the weight of his whole body to lean down on the screw driver while she was leaned over to see the lock tab, the metal strip holding the drawer closed, and pulling hard. He just happened to lean his worsted wool suit pants into her brooch. The drawer came open, they found his credit card, and they were stuck.

“Stephen?”

“What happened?”

“Your pants are stuck to my brooch.”

“Don’t move … your precious brooch, we don’t want to break it.”

“I know, what are we going to do?”

“See if you can unfasten it from your blouse. If you can, I’ll go in my office and release it from my pants material.”

“But it’s stuck on both sides, I can’t get my fingers under without breaking it. Please, it was my Grandmother’s the only thing I have from her.”

“Can you find a way to get those tiny wires out of my pants on one side?”

“No, I’m not good with small things like that.”

“That makes sense, too bad it’s not a strategic brooch.”

“Stephen, this is not a time to be funny,” but she was laughing too. “So what are we going to do?”

“I guess I have to take my pants off. It’s okay; I can slip into the wet suit bottoms.”

“No don’t you dare, you’ve had enough pain for one day. I’ll be okay as long as you keep your shirt over it … but we need to go into my office, I don’t want to do this out here. The cleaning crew is coming soon.”

“No, we have to take my pants off out here; it will put the brooch at too much risk to have you walking on your knees all the way down to your office. It’ll be okay, the main lights are off in here.”

“Alright, but be quick.”

“You’ll have to go lower for me to get them down my legs.”

They struggled, had to take his shoes off, but were successful when he leaned back on top of the desk.

Olivia bumped into him a few more times, keeping him living large. As soon as she had his pants in hand she hurried down to her office. There she sat in her desk chair after pulling the side chair closer.

Stephen was right behind carrying his shoes.

“Stephen, I feel so bad … do you want to go in the men’s room and take care of that first.”

“No, this shouldn’t take long … maybe it will subside if I concentrate on little things.”

“Yeah, that’s my problem right now.”

They laughed, and then he countered, “So that must be painful, do you want to go to the ladies room first?”

“Can’t … I’m really vocal.”

“That’s okay, I’ll get the stall beside yours, you scream and I’ll spray.”

“Stephen!” she feigned objection, unable to stop laughing.

The humor wasn’t helping either one of their conditions.

He had to splay his legs straddling her to get close enough. He took off his glasses to see close. “Do you have tweezers or a paperclip? I need something to grab the fibers.” He was breathing right in her face.

Olivia was breathing faster, his hands were on her chest, not doing anything on purpose … but it was close and she was already excited by what happened in the Janitor’s closet and after. “Oh, tweezers, yes I think so.” She reached down for her purse and could feel his hands brush over her breast.

“Sorry.”

“That’s okay; I know that wasn’t on purpose, like in the closet.”

“That was an accident.”

“Sure it was.”

“I was looking for the light.”

“That was one of my headlights, not the wall switch.”

“Oh, so that’s why it didn’t get brighter when I flipped the toggle up and down.”

“Stephen!” laughing some more.

“Don’t blame me, you started it. This is really difficult, the wires are so small.”

“Stephen, that brooch is so important to me … more important than my engagement, I have to take off the blouse, I have a bra on underneath … it doesn’t show anything. I can’t have your hands on my chest like that any more.”

“Would it help if you leaned on my lap … to even it up?”

“Stephen! (laughing some more) … Stop … and I know where there’s a magnifying glass. Jackie has that and one of those eye glass kits, the small screw drivers.”

“That will help, I’ll get it. But don’t think you’re going to get screwed with something that small.”

She had to bury her face in her hands she was laughing so much.

Stephen left the office, still tenting but not as large as before. His shirt hung down over his boxers He found the magnifying glass and the tool kit. When he returned, his pecker rose to attention once again. The bra was just a comfortable one, not like Deb’s bikini, but there was something so sexy about Olivia without her blouse on.

“Close your mouth and thank you again for the flattery, now bring those things over here and help me, I’m getting upset, I don’t want to break this.”

“Sorry.”

“Stop saying that.”

“Sure, sorry.”

“This isn’t funny.”

“We make quite a team don’t we, you wear the bottom half and I wear the top half. We could save a lot of money on suits.”

She couldn’t help but laugh, couldn’t stop shaking it was too funny.

“Here, let me try that Barney Fife.”

“You’re one to talk, are you going to run a flag up that pole?”

They both were laughing too hard to continue.

She stood and walked to her credenza, “Want a drink? It will steady your nerves. I have some whisky; the boss likes it when he comes to visit.”

“Sure … have a flag I can borrow too?”

“Stephen! (bending over holding her aching sides) I never thought you would be so funny.” her knees went weak it was so hilarious to her. She handed him his whisky straight up.

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Please note that this story is rather extreme, and has elements of forced bi, painplay, etc. If that isn’t your sort of thing, this won’t be your sort of story. I’m also dropping you in the middle of the tale, as there are a few, much shorter, previous chapters. However, this installment should stand on its own.

Constructive criticism is welcome, but I write for my Goddess, and ultimately, it is only her opinion that matters.

For Goddess: my eternal inspiration

Party Favors

It started innocently. Well, innocently for us.

A standard, summer afternoon. Poolside, warm, rather bright. Light music played over a speaker, intersecting with the tinkle of a wind chime and the rumble of traffic.

Goddess was lying comfortably back on a poolside lounge chair. Her hair tied back in one long braid, eyes closed gently behind a pair of sunglasses, she reclined easily, her perfect body appearing to simply sink into the lush cushion of the chair. A black bikini wrapped neatly around her body, accenting her in all the right places; a dull color, because she needed no additional flair. At her side, her phone, and a sweating glass of the strawberry-lemon mojito that I had delicately prepared earlier, topped with a light fruit garnish.

In perfect symmetry, Goddess drifted peacefully, awash in pleasure, enjoying the sun. It would be a fairly standard scene, aside from the two collared slaves on hands and knees, each lapping at one of her feet.

Sophie and I were dressed only in matching pairs of pink panties and the matching collars locked around our necks. On all fours, we focused intently on the task at hand: gently worshiping our Goddess’s feet. Working slowly, in a rhythm, I lapped obediently at her sole, tasting the light twist of her sweat. Sophie worked diligently on Goddess’s feet nearly everyday, and her efforts showed: her toes were perfectly manicured, painted pink by Sophie’s slightly trembling hand.

I made a mental note to tell Sophie how good of a job she had been doing keeping Goddess’s feet maintained. Working my way up to the bottom of her toes, I gently lapped at them, sliding my tongue between them, tasting everything. Anyone who would stumble onto this scene would find our work degrading, humiliating. Ultimately, I knew it was, but to me, this was a high honor, especially compared to the other tasks Goddess could dream up. I resolved myself to enjoy the moment. Looking over at Sophie, I could see she was in a similar subspace, and we caught each other’s eye. Sharing a small smile, we returned to our slavish foot worshipping, with an air of playful competition between us.

Above us, you uttered a small sigh of pleasure, and took another sip of your mojito. Interrupting our tranquil scene, your phone rang.

Lifting her glasses slightly to make out who was calling, she swiped right, and answered.

“Oh, hey Alice.”

Below her, I tried to hide how much I had tensed up. I had just returned from being ‘cucky-sat’ by your sister for the weekend. Unsurprisingly, Alice shared a similar penchant for humiliation, and I had spent a long couple of days degrading myself for her amusement.

I struggled to make out what Alice was saying on the other line, but down at Goddess’s feet, I couldn’t.

“Yeah, it was a lot of fun. I met this baseball player, Kyle. I’ll leave it to your imagination, but it was a nice getaway. Thanks for cuckysitting my little bitchboy. He better have behaved.”

I waited on pins and needles, hoping Alice would give me a good review. I worked hard to please her, but I was unsure what she would say to you.

“Oh really? Hang on – hey slave! Alice told me she can’t wait to play dress up with you again. And Jake has another load for you to gulp down.”

You laughed, taunting me, as I flashed back to Alice’s mansion, swallowing Jake’s salty cum. I could feel Sophie looking over at me.

“Yeah, well I’m sure he’ll be serving you before too long. He had such nice things to say about you. I’m sure he can’t wait to get back to worshipping your ass.”

I heard laughter on the other end of the phone.

You responded, “Yeah? That’s a great idea actually. We’re not up to anything this weekend. You guys can definitely come over. Actually, I think Kyle’s team is going to be in town anyways on a road trip. He’s been blowing up my phone about it. Maybe I could invite a few other friends over as well, make a thing out of it?”

You listened as Alice responded and replied back, “Wow, I can’t believe what you come up with sometimes. We’ll definitely have the slaves do that. This Friday? Okay, it’s on. Bring Jake and it should a blast. Yeah. See you then!”

You hung up, and put your phone back on the table.

“Slaves, I am so excited. We’re going to host a party this Friday! Isn’t that great news?”

Sophie and I answered in unison, “Yes, Goddess.”

“You don’t sound that excited. You should be. We’ll have a bunch of my tarsus escort friends at the house, music, drinking. I’ll show you two off to them. Doesn’t that sound like a great time?”

I swallowed. Serving Alice and Jake had been challenging and humiliating enough just a day ago, but now this? Humiliated at a party? At the whim of all her guests?

While I struggled to process this news, Sophie chimed in next to me “I’m so excited, Goddess. I can’t wait for you to show me off.”

While she seemed enthusiastic, I could sense the worry in her tone as well.

“Well? What about you slaveboy? Are you ready to be my cucky butler in front of all my friends?”

Swallowing, I gave the one and only answer: “Yes, Goddess. I can’t wait for all of your friends to see what a sissy slave I am for you.”

With a smirk, you quipped back, “Good boy.” as you settled back into the chair. In my head, I could only think: three days away.

—

The next few days passed quickly, as they tend to do when something you’re dreading is coming. Perhaps dreading is the wrong word. Internally, I felt conflicted. Being a slave to Goddess was all I ever wanted, but humiliation at this level? Mixed with the endless possibilities of what we could get up to at the party? It worried me.

Goddess spent the week in luxury: pampered by us, often leaving at nights to go out with friends. Sophie and I spent our days cleaning the house, doing laundry, making sure we would be ready to go.

On Thursday, the day before the party, Goddess called us into her office. It was the early afternoon, so we entered, expecting another foot worship assignment, or a quick chore. Instead, two rather thick buttplugs sat on her desk next to a bottle of lube.

“Oh hello, slaves. I’ve thought of something fun we can do to make your chores more fun today. Isn’t that generous of me?”

Kneeling before her, we agreed vigorously. Our knees sunk into the soft plush of the carpet. Although it was bright outside, Goddess had closed the plantation shutters, darkening the room. A single lamp on the desk was the only source of light, and the room took on a hazy glow. A maple desk took up the majority of the room, and behind it, a bookshelf filled to the brim. The office was neat, mostly due to Sophie and I’s daily assignment of cleaning it.

Goddess leaned back in her office chair, looking fully in control. Her blonde hair spilled around her beautifully, and reading her body language, she seemed relaxed. I got the feeling that this new assignment was something she had slapped together casually, a passing thought. I would even have bet she had those butt plugs casually set aside in one of her desk drawers.

“I’m sending you two to pick up everything we’ll need for the party; food, alcohol, whatever. But just going to the store is no fun. So you can go do some shopping with your asses plugged. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

I replied, “Yes Goddess, it does sound fun.”

“Was that sarcasm, slave? It sounds an awful lot like I just heard sarcasm just now.”

Panicking, I forced out, “No, Goddess! I meant it. It’ll be so hot, walking through the aisles, feeling your plug in every step.”

While the thought of being plugged in public did slightly worry me, I found that I really was excited for this task.

Goddess smirked at me, and turned her attention over to Sophie, who like always, returned her look with a dreamy gaze of her own. Sophie often slipped into a submissive dream state around Goddess. It was like a high all of her own. Sultry and slutty, it was less an act that she put on and more a consequence of Goddess’s presence. I often felt it myself.

“What about you, slut? Are you ready for today’s assignment?”

“Mm, yes, Goddess. I can’t wait.”

She sounded much more assured than I did. I resolved to chase her enthusiasm, to let myself go more, to embrace the situations Goddess put us in.

“Great.” Goddess responded indifferently, the way she might to a bank teller or a valet.

“You have until I finish making your shopping list to get these plugs in your asses. Start with Sophie.”

With that, Goddess opened a desk drawer, and took out a leather notebook and fished around for a pen. Not wasting time, I grabbed the lube and one of the buttplugs off her desk. Sophie pulled her panties down, and offered her ass to me.

It was a view I would have liked to have taken more time to savor, but I had to remain focused on the task at hand. Sophie’s ass was smooth and soft, with a light bounce when she moved. She turned her head to look back at me, gently biting her lower lip, ready for what was to come. I hoped she understood that we had a short time limit.

Behind us, I heard Goddess take the cap off her pen, and I quickly opened the bottle of lube and poured some on palm, greasing up my fingers. Using one hand to gently part Sophie’s ass cheeks, I delicately fingered her asshole, tatvan escort feeling the smooth hole pucker gently for me. Sliding a finger in rather easily, Sophie moaned as Goddess began, “Candles. I know we have a ton, but let’s get more. None of the ones in the glass container. Pure wax. Get a bunch of different types and sizes.”

I felt Sophie beginning to loosen under my efforts, and testing her comfort level, I gingerly worked in another finger. She tensed but quickly relaxed again as her hole stretched to accommodate me.

“Get some matches too, like the old school kind? Lighters are just too easy. We want to embrace the hard work every once in awhile, yeah?”

Sophie whispered breathlessly, “I’m ready.”

Withdrawing my fingers, I reapplied another coat of lube, and began to lube up her buttplug. I didn’t want to rush her, but I knew we were on a very real clock here. I resigned to work at a brisk but not-rushed pace. If we fell behind, I trusted myself to get my plug in quickly enough.

The plug itself was rubber, and had some surprisingly weight. It didn’t look super intimidating, and I knew Goddess had some terrifying plugs, but wearing and walking with this kind would be a challenge. Oiled and ready, I began to press it into her asshole, my other hand reaching around her, pulling her close to me. I’m sure she could feel my breath against her neck, and I softly moved her hair so that I could kiss her there, trying to keep her calm. She shivered with pleasure and rocked back against the plug.

“The biggest thing on this list is wine. I don’t want to empty out my wine cellar for an event like this. Pick up ten bottles, mixed red and whites. Don’t spend under $200 for each bottle. Get top end stuff. And don’t forget the Le Macchiole. Get two of those, in fact.”

I whispered, “Yes, Goddess.”, as I withdrew the plug and coated it with more lube. Doing so, I returned it to her ass, this time, it slipping closer and closer to the end with less resistance. Sophie was getting lost in her own reverie again, and I gently massaged her left breast and nipple, helping her relax, accept the weight of the plug.

“Champagne too. We don’t need quite as much, just a couple of bottles. I’ll write the brands I want down on here too. Don’t settle for anything less. Travel to a couple of different liquor stores if they don’t have this specific kind.”

With a final push, the plug slid into Sophie’s ass, and she breathed a small sigh of relief. I knew the feeling, the moment where your ass finally accepts the plug. Stepping back, I removed my own pair of panties, and tried to find my own subspace to get lost in. It was still rather early in the day for assplay. My heart was beating fast, and I tried to relax, too little effect.

“Beer as well. Three 12 packs should be enough. Get something hoppy, like Jai-Alai, and some Stella Artois. Third pack is up to you but don’t cheap out.”

Sophie, having finished lubing up her fingers, draped an arm around me, pulling her close to her, as she slid her middle finger into my asshole. Reminding myself not to fight the intrusion, I slid back onto her, releasing a shaky sigh. Behind me, I heard a small purr of pleasure, and I wasn’t too surprised to hear Sophie getting into this. She added a second finger, and I stretched to accommodate it.

“Vodka too, I suppose. We don’t need to go overboard. Two handles, and a couple of mixers. You can decide on that, my little bartender? Give some options to all my guests when you’re bringing them drinks?”

I felt Sophie’s fingers pull out of my ass, as she moved to lube up the other plug. I looked over at Goddess, who was giving me a knowing look from across the desk. I couldn’t help but feel cowed at how dominant she appeared, cool and collected, casually making a shopping list on her side of the desk. On our side, rushed assplay, shaky hands, quick breathing.

“Yes, Goddess. I have all kinds of ideas for them.”

Sophie returned and slowly fed the tip of the plug into my ass. I felt her warm breath in my ear as she whispered, “Just relax, it’s not so hard, I promise.”

“I don’t want to get too into food, but get enough for the party. You’ll be preparing and serving it, so don’t let me down. Get appetizers, snacks, light dinner fare, and dessert. Don’t cheap out, don’t buy pre-prepared options. You’ll have all day to get it ready.”

I tensed as the plug began to really stretch my asshole. I had received a little less time than Sophie had to warm up, and we sensed that Goddess was coming to the end of her list. I took a deep breath, and felt Sophie force the plug even further up my ass. Surely, I had almost taken all of it? It felt so much bigger than it looked on the desk just a minute ago.

“Oh, and don’t forget clothespins. We’ll be needing them.”

With that, Sophie knew that Goddess had reached the end of her list, and forced the rest of the plug into my ass with one motion. tavşanlı escort I failed to stifle a small scream, but the relief of having it all the way in felt amazing after the tension. Sophie giggled, and I stood up, feeling the heft of the plug in my ass.

“Just in time, slaves. Well done. Here’s the list. Get to it.”

—

An erotic shopping adventure and a night of restless sleep later, we had arrived at Friday. Sophie and I awoke early. Leaning against the granite counters in the kitchen, we passed a cup of coffee between us. I liked these early mornings, a quiet respite from the fun but sometimes testing days of domination and submission. Sun filtered in discreetly from the east facing window, and set a pleasantly dim lighting.

“Yeah, that’s true. I’m more worried about the clean-up tomorrow than anything.”

We shared a quiet laugh, and Sophie passed the mug back to me. I took a sip, enjoying the rich flavor of the dark roast. Sophie brushed a lock of hair back behind her ear, and yet again, I was caught up in her beauty. Wearing nothing but a baggy t shirt, her unbrushed but alluring blonde hair trickled down in all directions, and even without makeup, she looked cute, and tempting. I never had any trouble understanding why Goddess chose her as a house slave, even given her nearly unlimited options of subs waiting to serve her.

Sophie continued, “So… what was Alice’s house really like? You haven’t talked about it much.”

I took another sip, and debated on how much to share. I decided to fill her in, considering Alice would likely go over the weekend in detail when she arrived tonight.

“Honestly, it was pretty humiliating, even by our standards. I-“,

Pausing, I cleared my throat. It was early, and voice was gruff, scratchy.

“Well, I don’t know. Alice is hot, but she has the same gift for domination that Goddess does. It’s almost different, since serving Goddess is such a personal and familiar experience. Never easy or boring, right? But I trust her. With Alice, I got the feeling that my boundaries mattered a little less. She’s kind of dangerous. I was scared.”

I passed the coffee back to her, and I could feel her studying me, listening carefully.

“She really made me feel like a cuck. I watched her boyfriend fuck her so many times, I almost couldn’t believe it. I had to eat his loads out of her pussy. She dressed me up in all kinds of outfits, lingerie, maids outfits, everything.”

“That’s pretty hot, all things considered.”

“Yeah, a lot of the time it was. But it’s just different, serving strangers in this way. A different level? Form? of humiliation? I’m not quite sure. But Alice and Jake are hot, dominant, and intimidating, so we should be ready for them tonight. And who knows who else is coming.”

Sophie smiled, and put a hand on my chest, feeling my skinny frame, her hand tracing along my ribs. She moved closer, and brushed my hair out of my eyes, looking into them.

She whispered, “I know you’re scared. I’m scared too. But this is going to be fun. Extreme, sure, humiliating, yes, but this is what we want, right? If we didn’t feel this way, would we even be slaves? We’re at her mercy. Tonight, let it all go with me. Give in. Submit completely. Let’s take a step forward for Goddess tonight.”

Looking up, our eyes met. Hers were set alight, the morning sun mixing with the hidden flame of submission.

“Okay. Let’s take that step together, Sophie.”

We kissed gently in the kitchen. Her words had really moved me. Finally, I felt ready for this, excited even. Together, we were going to make this a special night for Goddess.

—

A few hours later, Sophie and I were hard at work in the kitchen, when Goddess strode in, wearing nothing but an ornate robe. Even though she had just woken up, she looked impossibly perfect. Before her beauty and power, we fell to our knees, as instructed. She pointed at her feet with one impeccable nail, and we quickly crawled over and began planting kisses on her toes.

“It’s the big day, slaves. Are you excited?”

With real enthusiasm, we purred and answered, “Yes, Goddess”, and resumed kissing her feet.

“You better be.” she taunted.

“Slut, make me a cup of coffee, and come to my room. Bitchboy, you stay here and wait your turn.”

With that, she turned around, and strode back to her bedroom, her feet gently crossing the tile, her presence leaving the room like the sun setting. Sophie immediately began making a cup of coffee, and I rose to my feet, feeling light headed even after a quick moment with Goddess.

Sophie shot me a quick smile, and trotted off to Goddess’s bedroom with the coffee. I returned to the task at hand, working on the appetizers for tonight. My mind ran through a million scenarios of what Goddess was doing with Sophie, and what I would forced to do.

After what felt like an hour, I heard the click of heels entering the kitchen. I turned to see Sophie, dressed in a slutty french maid costume, with Goddess, still in her robe, striding proudly behind her. Sophie flaunted her dress for me, clearly teasing me with it. She looked hot, with the cute headband tucked above her head, neat white apron, black stockings, and slim heels.

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Please note that this story is rather extreme, and has elements of forced bi, painplay, etc. If that isn’t your sort of thing, this won’t be your sort of story. I’m also dropping you in the middle of the tale, as there are a few, much shorter, previous chapters. However, this installment should stand on its own.

Constructive criticism is welcome, but I write for my Goddess, and ultimately, it is only her opinion that matters.

For Goddess: my eternal inspiration

Party Favors

It started innocently. Well, innocently for us.

A standard, summer afternoon. Poolside, warm, rather bright. Light music played over a speaker, intersecting with the tinkle of a wind chime and the rumble of traffic.

Goddess was lying comfortably back on a poolside lounge chair. Her hair tied back in one long braid, eyes closed gently behind a pair of sunglasses, she reclined easily, her perfect body appearing to simply sink into the lush cushion of the chair. A black bikini wrapped neatly around her body, accenting her in all the right places; a dull color, because she needed no additional flair. At her side, her phone, and a sweating glass of the strawberry-lemon mojito that I had delicately prepared earlier, topped with a light fruit garnish.

In perfect symmetry, Goddess drifted peacefully, awash in pleasure, enjoying the sun. It would be a fairly standard scene, aside from the two collared slaves on hands and knees, each lapping at one of her feet.

Sophie and I were dressed only in matching pairs of pink panties and the matching collars locked around our necks. On all fours, we focused intently on the task at hand: gently worshiping our Goddess’s feet. Working slowly, in a rhythm, I lapped obediently at her sole, tasting the light twist of her sweat. Sophie worked diligently on Goddess’s feet nearly everyday, and her efforts showed: her toes were perfectly manicured, painted pink by Sophie’s slightly trembling hand.

I made a mental note to tell Sophie how good of a job she had been doing keeping Goddess’s feet maintained. Working my way up to the bottom of her toes, I gently lapped at them, sliding my tongue between them, tasting everything. Anyone who would stumble onto this scene would find our work degrading, humiliating. Ultimately, I knew it was, but to me, this was a high honor, especially compared to the other tasks Goddess could dream up. I resolved myself to enjoy the moment. Looking over at Sophie, I could see she was in a similar subspace, and we caught each other’s eye. Sharing a small smile, we returned to our slavish foot worshipping, with an air of playful competition between us.

Above us, you uttered a small sigh of pleasure, and took another sip of your mojito. Interrupting our tranquil scene, your phone rang.

Lifting her glasses slightly to make out who was calling, she swiped right, and answered.

“Oh, hey Alice.”

Below her, I tried to hide how much I had tensed up. I had just returned from being ‘cucky-sat’ by your sister for the weekend. Unsurprisingly, Alice shared a similar penchant for humiliation, and I had spent a long couple of days degrading myself for her amusement.

I struggled to make out what Alice was saying on the other line, but down at Goddess’s feet, I couldn’t.

“Yeah, it was a lot of fun. I met this baseball player, Kyle. I’ll leave it to your imagination, but it was a nice getaway. Thanks for cuckysitting my little bitchboy. He better have behaved.”

I waited on pins and needles, hoping Alice would give me a good review. I worked hard to please her, but I was unsure what she would say to you.

“Oh really? Hang on – hey slave! Alice told me she can’t wait to play dress up with you again. And Jake has another load for you to gulp down.”

You laughed, taunting me, as I flashed back to Alice’s mansion, swallowing Jake’s salty cum. I could feel Sophie looking over at me.

“Yeah, well I’m sure he’ll be serving you before too long. He had such nice things to say about you. I’m sure he can’t wait to get back to worshipping your ass.”

I heard laughter on the other end of the phone.

You responded, “Yeah? That’s a great idea actually. We’re not up to anything this weekend. You guys can definitely come over. Actually, I think Kyle’s team is going to be in town anyways on a road trip. He’s been blowing up my phone about it. Maybe I could invite a few other friends over as well, make a thing out of it?”

You listened as Alice responded and replied back, “Wow, I can’t believe what you come up with sometimes. We’ll definitely have the slaves do that. This Friday? Okay, it’s on. Bring Jake and it should a blast. Yeah. See you then!”

You hung up, and put your phone back on the table.

“Slaves, I am so excited. We’re going to host a party this Friday! Isn’t that great news?”

Sophie and I answered in unison, “Yes, Goddess.”

“You don’t sound that excited. You should be. We’ll have a bunch of my tarsus escort friends at the house, music, drinking. I’ll show you two off to them. Doesn’t that sound like a great time?”

I swallowed. Serving Alice and Jake had been challenging and humiliating enough just a day ago, but now this? Humiliated at a party? At the whim of all her guests?

While I struggled to process this news, Sophie chimed in next to me “I’m so excited, Goddess. I can’t wait for you to show me off.”

While she seemed enthusiastic, I could sense the worry in her tone as well.

“Well? What about you slaveboy? Are you ready to be my cucky butler in front of all my friends?”

Swallowing, I gave the one and only answer: “Yes, Goddess. I can’t wait for all of your friends to see what a sissy slave I am for you.”

With a smirk, you quipped back, “Good boy.” as you settled back into the chair. In my head, I could only think: three days away.

—

The next few days passed quickly, as they tend to do when something you’re dreading is coming. Perhaps dreading is the wrong word. Internally, I felt conflicted. Being a slave to Goddess was all I ever wanted, but humiliation at this level? Mixed with the endless possibilities of what we could get up to at the party? It worried me.

Goddess spent the week in luxury: pampered by us, often leaving at nights to go out with friends. Sophie and I spent our days cleaning the house, doing laundry, making sure we would be ready to go.

On Thursday, the day before the party, Goddess called us into her office. It was the early afternoon, so we entered, expecting another foot worship assignment, or a quick chore. Instead, two rather thick buttplugs sat on her desk next to a bottle of lube.

“Oh hello, slaves. I’ve thought of something fun we can do to make your chores more fun today. Isn’t that generous of me?”

Kneeling before her, we agreed vigorously. Our knees sunk into the soft plush of the carpet. Although it was bright outside, Goddess had closed the plantation shutters, darkening the room. A single lamp on the desk was the only source of light, and the room took on a hazy glow. A maple desk took up the majority of the room, and behind it, a bookshelf filled to the brim. The office was neat, mostly due to Sophie and I’s daily assignment of cleaning it.

Goddess leaned back in her office chair, looking fully in control. Her blonde hair spilled around her beautifully, and reading her body language, she seemed relaxed. I got the feeling that this new assignment was something she had slapped together casually, a passing thought. I would even have bet she had those butt plugs casually set aside in one of her desk drawers.

“I’m sending you two to pick up everything we’ll need for the party; food, alcohol, whatever. But just going to the store is no fun. So you can go do some shopping with your asses plugged. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

I replied, “Yes Goddess, it does sound fun.”

“Was that sarcasm, slave? It sounds an awful lot like I just heard sarcasm just now.”

Panicking, I forced out, “No, Goddess! I meant it. It’ll be so hot, walking through the aisles, feeling your plug in every step.”

While the thought of being plugged in public did slightly worry me, I found that I really was excited for this task.

Goddess smirked at me, and turned her attention over to Sophie, who like always, returned her look with a dreamy gaze of her own. Sophie often slipped into a submissive dream state around Goddess. It was like a high all of her own. Sultry and slutty, it was less an act that she put on and more a consequence of Goddess’s presence. I often felt it myself.

“What about you, slut? Are you ready for today’s assignment?”

“Mm, yes, Goddess. I can’t wait.”

She sounded much more assured than I did. I resolved to chase her enthusiasm, to let myself go more, to embrace the situations Goddess put us in.

“Great.” Goddess responded indifferently, the way she might to a bank teller or a valet.

“You have until I finish making your shopping list to get these plugs in your asses. Start with Sophie.”

With that, Goddess opened a desk drawer, and took out a leather notebook and fished around for a pen. Not wasting time, I grabbed the lube and one of the buttplugs off her desk. Sophie pulled her panties down, and offered her ass to me.

It was a view I would have liked to have taken more time to savor, but I had to remain focused on the task at hand. Sophie’s ass was smooth and soft, with a light bounce when she moved. She turned her head to look back at me, gently biting her lower lip, ready for what was to come. I hoped she understood that we had a short time limit.

Behind us, I heard Goddess take the cap off her pen, and I quickly opened the bottle of lube and poured some on palm, greasing up my fingers. Using one hand to gently part Sophie’s ass cheeks, I delicately fingered her asshole, tatvan escort feeling the smooth hole pucker gently for me. Sliding a finger in rather easily, Sophie moaned as Goddess began, “Candles. I know we have a ton, but let’s get more. None of the ones in the glass container. Pure wax. Get a bunch of different types and sizes.”

I felt Sophie beginning to loosen under my efforts, and testing her comfort level, I gingerly worked in another finger. She tensed but quickly relaxed again as her hole stretched to accommodate me.

“Get some matches too, like the old school kind? Lighters are just too easy. We want to embrace the hard work every once in awhile, yeah?”

Sophie whispered breathlessly, “I’m ready.”

Withdrawing my fingers, I reapplied another coat of lube, and began to lube up her buttplug. I didn’t want to rush her, but I knew we were on a very real clock here. I resigned to work at a brisk but not-rushed pace. If we fell behind, I trusted myself to get my plug in quickly enough.

The plug itself was rubber, and had some surprisingly weight. It didn’t look super intimidating, and I knew Goddess had some terrifying plugs, but wearing and walking with this kind would be a challenge. Oiled and ready, I began to press it into her asshole, my other hand reaching around her, pulling her close to me. I’m sure she could feel my breath against her neck, and I softly moved her hair so that I could kiss her there, trying to keep her calm. She shivered with pleasure and rocked back against the plug.

“The biggest thing on this list is wine. I don’t want to empty out my wine cellar for an event like this. Pick up ten bottles, mixed red and whites. Don’t spend under $200 for each bottle. Get top end stuff. And don’t forget the Le Macchiole. Get two of those, in fact.”

I whispered, “Yes, Goddess.”, as I withdrew the plug and coated it with more lube. Doing so, I returned it to her ass, this time, it slipping closer and closer to the end with less resistance. Sophie was getting lost in her own reverie again, and I gently massaged her left breast and nipple, helping her relax, accept the weight of the plug.

“Champagne too. We don’t need quite as much, just a couple of bottles. I’ll write the brands I want down on here too. Don’t settle for anything less. Travel to a couple of different liquor stores if they don’t have this specific kind.”

With a final push, the plug slid into Sophie’s ass, and she breathed a small sigh of relief. I knew the feeling, the moment where your ass finally accepts the plug. Stepping back, I removed my own pair of panties, and tried to find my own subspace to get lost in. It was still rather early in the day for assplay. My heart was beating fast, and I tried to relax, too little effect.

“Beer as well. Three 12 packs should be enough. Get something hoppy, like Jai-Alai, and some Stella Artois. Third pack is up to you but don’t cheap out.”

Sophie, having finished lubing up her fingers, draped an arm around me, pulling her close to her, as she slid her middle finger into my asshole. Reminding myself not to fight the intrusion, I slid back onto her, releasing a shaky sigh. Behind me, I heard a small purr of pleasure, and I wasn’t too surprised to hear Sophie getting into this. She added a second finger, and I stretched to accommodate it.

“Vodka too, I suppose. We don’t need to go overboard. Two handles, and a couple of mixers. You can decide on that, my little bartender? Give some options to all my guests when you’re bringing them drinks?”

I felt Sophie’s fingers pull out of my ass, as she moved to lube up the other plug. I looked over at Goddess, who was giving me a knowing look from across the desk. I couldn’t help but feel cowed at how dominant she appeared, cool and collected, casually making a shopping list on her side of the desk. On our side, rushed assplay, shaky hands, quick breathing.

“Yes, Goddess. I have all kinds of ideas for them.”

Sophie returned and slowly fed the tip of the plug into my ass. I felt her warm breath in my ear as she whispered, “Just relax, it’s not so hard, I promise.”

“I don’t want to get too into food, but get enough for the party. You’ll be preparing and serving it, so don’t let me down. Get appetizers, snacks, light dinner fare, and dessert. Don’t cheap out, don’t buy pre-prepared options. You’ll have all day to get it ready.”

I tensed as the plug began to really stretch my asshole. I had received a little less time than Sophie had to warm up, and we sensed that Goddess was coming to the end of her list. I took a deep breath, and felt Sophie force the plug even further up my ass. Surely, I had almost taken all of it? It felt so much bigger than it looked on the desk just a minute ago.

“Oh, and don’t forget clothespins. We’ll be needing them.”

With that, Sophie knew that Goddess had reached the end of her list, and forced the rest of the plug into my ass with one motion. tavşanlı escort I failed to stifle a small scream, but the relief of having it all the way in felt amazing after the tension. Sophie giggled, and I stood up, feeling the heft of the plug in my ass.

“Just in time, slaves. Well done. Here’s the list. Get to it.”

—

An erotic shopping adventure and a night of restless sleep later, we had arrived at Friday. Sophie and I awoke early. Leaning against the granite counters in the kitchen, we passed a cup of coffee between us. I liked these early mornings, a quiet respite from the fun but sometimes testing days of domination and submission. Sun filtered in discreetly from the east facing window, and set a pleasantly dim lighting.

“Yeah, that’s true. I’m more worried about the clean-up tomorrow than anything.”

We shared a quiet laugh, and Sophie passed the mug back to me. I took a sip, enjoying the rich flavor of the dark roast. Sophie brushed a lock of hair back behind her ear, and yet again, I was caught up in her beauty. Wearing nothing but a baggy t shirt, her unbrushed but alluring blonde hair trickled down in all directions, and even without makeup, she looked cute, and tempting. I never had any trouble understanding why Goddess chose her as a house slave, even given her nearly unlimited options of subs waiting to serve her.

Sophie continued, “So… what was Alice’s house really like? You haven’t talked about it much.”

I took another sip, and debated on how much to share. I decided to fill her in, considering Alice would likely go over the weekend in detail when she arrived tonight.

“Honestly, it was pretty humiliating, even by our standards. I-“,

Pausing, I cleared my throat. It was early, and voice was gruff, scratchy.

“Well, I don’t know. Alice is hot, but she has the same gift for domination that Goddess does. It’s almost different, since serving Goddess is such a personal and familiar experience. Never easy or boring, right? But I trust her. With Alice, I got the feeling that my boundaries mattered a little less. She’s kind of dangerous. I was scared.”

I passed the coffee back to her, and I could feel her studying me, listening carefully.

“She really made me feel like a cuck. I watched her boyfriend fuck her so many times, I almost couldn’t believe it. I had to eat his loads out of her pussy. She dressed me up in all kinds of outfits, lingerie, maids outfits, everything.”

“That’s pretty hot, all things considered.”

“Yeah, a lot of the time it was. But it’s just different, serving strangers in this way. A different level? Form? of humiliation? I’m not quite sure. But Alice and Jake are hot, dominant, and intimidating, so we should be ready for them tonight. And who knows who else is coming.”

Sophie smiled, and put a hand on my chest, feeling my skinny frame, her hand tracing along my ribs. She moved closer, and brushed my hair out of my eyes, looking into them.

She whispered, “I know you’re scared. I’m scared too. But this is going to be fun. Extreme, sure, humiliating, yes, but this is what we want, right? If we didn’t feel this way, would we even be slaves? We’re at her mercy. Tonight, let it all go with me. Give in. Submit completely. Let’s take a step forward for Goddess tonight.”

Looking up, our eyes met. Hers were set alight, the morning sun mixing with the hidden flame of submission.

“Okay. Let’s take that step together, Sophie.”

We kissed gently in the kitchen. Her words had really moved me. Finally, I felt ready for this, excited even. Together, we were going to make this a special night for Goddess.

—

A few hours later, Sophie and I were hard at work in the kitchen, when Goddess strode in, wearing nothing but an ornate robe. Even though she had just woken up, she looked impossibly perfect. Before her beauty and power, we fell to our knees, as instructed. She pointed at her feet with one impeccable nail, and we quickly crawled over and began planting kisses on her toes.

“It’s the big day, slaves. Are you excited?”

With real enthusiasm, we purred and answered, “Yes, Goddess”, and resumed kissing her feet.

“You better be.” she taunted.

“Slut, make me a cup of coffee, and come to my room. Bitchboy, you stay here and wait your turn.”

With that, she turned around, and strode back to her bedroom, her feet gently crossing the tile, her presence leaving the room like the sun setting. Sophie immediately began making a cup of coffee, and I rose to my feet, feeling light headed even after a quick moment with Goddess.

Sophie shot me a quick smile, and trotted off to Goddess’s bedroom with the coffee. I returned to the task at hand, working on the appetizers for tonight. My mind ran through a million scenarios of what Goddess was doing with Sophie, and what I would forced to do.

After what felt like an hour, I heard the click of heels entering the kitchen. I turned to see Sophie, dressed in a slutty french maid costume, with Goddess, still in her robe, striding proudly behind her. Sophie flaunted her dress for me, clearly teasing me with it. She looked hot, with the cute headband tucked above her head, neat white apron, black stockings, and slim heels.

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It is late in the evening at an obscure club downtown. The room is hot and full of lights as the music pounds to our favorite songs. The dancers in the room are full of electricity and the dancing is getting fairly sexy. We sit in the corner VIP booth sharing vodka service with those that are interested. We are feeling the effects of the alcohol and our inhibitions are falling as we kiss more aggressively as the night goes on.

You get up from the table to blow me a kiss and you tell me you will be right back. As you walk towards the bathrooms, you run into two men with their shirts mostly unbuttoned. I see you run your hands around their firm muscular stomachs while you turn to me and blow another kiss. This causes a bit of jealousy to build in me but you meant to do that. You leave them behind and continue on your journey. Soon after I see them leave in different directions.

As you return to the table, you throw your hot red panties at my face and have a seat near me.

You lean forward, bite my earlobe and whisper, “I want you to eat my pussy under the table, right now.”

I give you a look of surprise, but slide under the table anyway. I move your dress up around your waist to reveal your soaked pussy, which is slightly red from you already stimulating it. I begin to lick your labia and taste the juices that are flowing from between your legs. As I move my tongue deeper inside you, I realize that your taste has changed slightly. I thought about whether you have had another man inside you already this evening. Was this why you are already slightly red and swollen?

I begin to lick harder as the thoughts continued through my mind. Who was it? Did it happen here? Did you just have sex?

Since the taste was quite fresh, I began to speculate that your bathroom trip involved more than just the usual trip to the bathroom. With my tongue work intensifying, you begin to feel the pressure of your first orgasm waving through you. Soon after, you let out a small shriek that draws some attention nearby and you orgasm on my tongue sorgun escort violently.

I slide up from under the table and give you a passionate kiss while my hands begin to explore your breasts. I pinch your nipples through the fabric covering them and this begins to make your heart beat faster. I stop and ask the VIP staff for the curtains to be drawn around our area.

For the most part we are secluded from everyone seeing, but we want enough space to see the action on the dance floor and the bar. Soon after the curtains are drawn, I see the two men arrive back at the bar and to your delight, their eyes lock onto yours. I see you squirm slightly and wonder what is going on.

I ask, “Are you interested in their cocks?”

Without thinking about it you respond with, “I am so horny that I want to feel another man’s cock in my mouth. I want to suck it until it cums in my mouth.”

With this answer, I begin to squirm myself.

“I will be right back,” I respond.

I get up and go over to the bar. As I approach the two men, they try to look away. Instead I ask them if they would like to join you for a drink. They looked surprised and I told them to please go join you while I watch from the bar.

As the two men approach you, you can now see that they are about 6 feet tall, olive skin tone, fit and muscular. They are in their early thirties and introduce themselves as Brad and Jim. At this point you could care less what their names were! Jim reaches for the vodka and pours 3 shots for all of you to enjoy. As he leans over, you run your hands around the curves of his muscular ass and moan slightly. He looks at you with a twinkle in his eye and hands you your shot. With a quick clink of the glasses, each of you drink the vodka and put your glasses down.

With a smile on your face, you ask Jim if he has a large cock.

“Why don’t you find out,” he replies.

From the bar, I can see through the opening in the curtains that your hands reach up to finish unbuttoning his süleymanpaşa escort shirt but you also reach and undo his pants. With his body slightly turned, a large growing cock unfolds in front of your face while Brad sits down next to you. Your right hand wraps its fingers around Jim’s cock and you begin to lick the tip with the point of your tongue. You circle the head of his dick with your tongue as Jim’s breathing starts to quicken. As you stick his large cock in your mouth, Brad has begun to move his hands up your leg and under your dress.

I can watch his fingers work their way into your pussy from my view at the bar. A sexual tension builds in me as I watch you suck another man’s cock and another man fingering your love box.

I watch as your left hand slips around his waistband and you grab his muscular ass while still stroking his cock with your other hand. Your right hand moves to cradle his balls and you go down on his cock all the way, causing you to gag slightly from the size. You begin to fuck his cock with his mouth as Brad finger fucks your pussy harder with his fingers. I am beginning to become quite aroused as this scene unfolds from between the opening in the curtains.

As Brad brings you to orgasm, you stop sucking Jim’s cock and lean back in your seat to cum with your eyes closed. You let out a loud moan that I cannot hear, but can definitely see from my view. Brad is now impatiently waiting for his turn.

You reposition yourself in your seat and undo his pants to reach in and grab Brad’s cock. Although slightly smaller than Jim’s, he is much wider than Jim. As you suck his cock, you realize that this cock has already fucked another pussy earlier in the evening. You can taste the juices of another woman on a strangers cock! This is extremely turning you on. As you suck his cock and slide your tongue around his shaft, Jim grabs your waist to sit you on your knees with your ass high in the air. He fingers your pussy lightly and then wipes the juices on his cock so that talas escort he can slide in easier.

With a slow but hard thrust, he shoves his massive cock deep inside your pussy. From the bar I can watch as his tempo increases and he fucks you faster. The music in the room is covering up the sounds of sex as he pumps you hard and you continue to suck Brad’s cock. Jim begins to tense from the pleasure of your pussy and the sucking he received earlier. He suddenly stops and cums deep into your pussy. As he pulls out, you stop sucking Brad and move to straddle him backwards. While looking directly at me, you straddle Brad’s cock and slide it into your pussy which is still dripping with Jim’s orgasm.

As you fuck Brad hard, you smile back at me and I read your lips as they say, “I want to fuck you so bad”.

Wow, you are fucking another man and you still are thinking about me?

I begin to move towards the VIP area as I watch you cum once again. Your orgasm was so violent your body shook and then tensed up. As you did this, Brad released his own orgasm deep inside you.

I then entered through the curtains and said, “Gentlemen, I do believe it is my turn to fuck my horny woman.”

Brad and Jim fixed their pants, smiled and left quickly.

You slide over to the corner of the sofa you are sitting on and tell me, “I want you to fuck me hard and deep right now.”

I undo my pants and pull out the cock that satisfies you so much. I look down and see Brad and Jim’s cum gently flowing from your pussy and then I shove my cock into you violently. The visuals from what just happened, the hotness of your pussy and the feeling of the other men’s cum feels so incredible.

With your legs wrapped around me and the angle of attack at the corner of the sofa, I am able to penetrate your pussy deeply and hit those magic spots that drive you wild. As I get close to my orgasm, I begin to feel your pussy tighten in anticipation of your own orgasm.

I look you into your sparkling eyes and say, “Please cum with me baby.”

In response, you grab me with your arms and pull me tightly to your chest as we release our orgasm together.

We feel completely exhausted and smile at each other wondering what just happened. I fix my pants and you slide your panties back on.

You turn to me and ask, “Care to dance?”

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All characters are above the age of 18 unless otherwise specified.

Please read the first installment of this series for context.

*********

“So? Are we doing this again?” my husband Steve asked.

He lay in bed spooning next to me, his hand gently rubbing my bicep.

I turned my head back to look at him. I was surprised he even had to ask. We had just concluded a marathon session with Elliott, our first ever threesome. I had absolutely loved it, especially being with a woman for the first time.

I leaned in and kissed Steve. His lips were slightly coarse, but always felt comforting and familiar to me.

“Of course. I don’t know about you…” I did really. What man wouldn’t love having two women devote themselves to pleasuring him? His partially-erect cock pressing against the back of my thigh certainly suggested an answer. “But I fucking loved it.”

“Me too, honey.” He kissed my shoulder. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it.”

I smiled. Always the gentleman. “Of course. I’m really looking forward to the next one. Double the cocks, and all for me!”

“Me too,” Steve concurred. I turned to him with an inquisitive look on my face. “Well, uh, not the ‘double cock for me’ part, but the anticipation part,” he quickly corrected himself.

“You had me confused for a second,” I laughed. “Do you have any one in mind yet?”

I had put a lot of thought into my selection. I wanted to make her someone who we could both agree on, would have experience in the situation, and wouldn’t have any emotional ties toward us. The discreetness was just an added bonus.

Of course, knowing my husband, and most men, he undoubtedly wouldn’t have put in as much effort as me.

“Yeah,” Steve answered. “I kind of already asked Dan, and he said he would be more than happy to do it.”

“Dan? As in your friend?” I asked.

“Yeah. Why? Is that a problem?” Steve asked.

“No, no, of course not,” I lied.

Ugh, shit! I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. Dan was one of Steve’s closest friends. He’d be a natural choice.

Dan was 36, five years older than me. He had joined the Marines out of high school and worked with Steve during his physical therapy a few years back. The two got to know each other and became close friends.

They couldn’t have been more opposite either. Steve was tall, a little lanky, with short brown hair and a naturally cheery countenance. He was a little bit of a nerd, and he’d do sweet little things for me all the time just because. I loved him to death, but he was not the type of guy I’d want on my side for a zombie apocalypse.

Dan, on the other hand, was about as tall, but way more muscular. He hadn’t ever stopped working out after leaving the military, which resulted in a chiseled body that his carousel of girlfriends loved. He had quite a few tattoos on his arms and chest, and he kept his head shaved. Dan was one hell of an intimidating man, but was actually quite gentle once you got to know him. I wouldn’t have had a problem with him. Except…

At our absolute lowest point as a couple, when Steve had been working away from home for what seemed like months at a time and leaving me alone, Dan and I had hooked up once when he was gone. I was over at his apartment late at night, hanging around after a cocktail party he had thrown for Cinco de Mayo. It was incredibly stupid on my part. I liked Dan, and found him pretty charming and sexy, but I always held the opinion that those feelings were perfectly natural, even for married people. What separated the wheat from the chaff was not putting yourself in a position to act on those feelings.

I was the chaff. I was very tipsy and hadn’t had sex with Steve in two months. Dan was drunk too, and his weak protests about not wanting to hurt Steve didn’t stop me. One thing led to another, and I didn’t leave Dan’s apartment until noon the next day.

But both of us swore never to do anything like it again. I had felt awful cheating on Steve, which is when I realized we needed to take time to fix our relationship. Dan agreed it was a stupid, drunken decision and he really didn’t want to hurt his friend. In a way, it had actually been helpful in restoring our marriage.

That had been a year ago. Nothing had happened since then, and I don’t think either of us wanted anything to. Steve never found out of course. But he and I were working hard to mend our relationship and were in a much better place now. Still, I was afraid that him choosing Dan would open up a can of worms.

“You sure it’s okay?” Steve asked. “I want you to feel completely comfortable and willing. You have veto power, remember?”

His words snapped me back. “Yeah, I remember. Dan is a great decision, sweetie,” I said, unsure of what I was saying. I didn’t know if I believed that. But I certainly didn’t want to tell Steve why.

“Good. It’s gonna be amazing. I just know it,” Steve said, pulling me tighter into his warm embrace.

“Yeah,” I waveringly replied. “I’m sure it will be.”

***

“Hey,” silifke escort I texted. By the next day, I had finally worked up the nerve to talk to Dan.

“Hi, what’s up?” he quickly replied.

“I think you know. Did Steve ask you?”

“About the event?” Dan replied after a minute.

“Yes, the threesome. You don’t have to be coy.”

“Did you say yes to it?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I answered.

“Good. I’m looking forward to it.”

“But we need to talk about this. I want to make it clear: I didn’t ask Steve to choose you. He did it all himself.”

“Okay…”

“I would never take back what happened between us. It might have fixed my marriage. But it can’t happen again either.”

“I know.”

“This doesn’t mean that we’re going to do anything else, or that I want to do it again.”

I wasn’t sure if I was telling Dan this for him, or for me. But I needed to establish my boundaries. This new kind of life Steve and I were exploring was already improving our marriage, and I didn’t want anything to derail that now.

“I totally understand. I’m in the same boat as you.”

“Good. I just wanted to clear the air and make sure you know.”

“Alright. When are we doing it?”

“I don’t know. Steve’s going to set it up.”

“Well I’ll be counting down the days.”

I sighed. “Me too,” I guiltily replied.

“Glad to hear it. So how did you like your first woman?”

I rolled my eyes. Steve must have told him. “Did Steve tell you?”

“Yeah. I’m sure it would have been better to see though.”

“Honestly, it was pretty great. I could definitely do it again.”

“Maybe invite me next time. Or send a video at least.”

“Ha, I don’t think so. Don’t press your luck.”

“Alright, alright. No harm in trying.”

“Hey, I can still veto you.”

“But you wouldn’t do that to me, would you?”

“… No.”

“I know. I’m really looking forward to seeing you again.”

“You’re looking forward to just seeing me?”

“Well, maybe a little more. I’m a guy, it’s only natural.”

“As long as it only stays inside the threesome.”

“I know. You made it clear.”

“Good. Then everything will be great.”

“Of course it will be great. And soon too, I hope.”

I set my phone down. Dan was such a flirt. But I had done what I needed to do. I felt a little more reassured in the strict boundaries I had set.

What I hadn’t realized while texting him was how wet I had gotten. I could feel my panties clinging to my pussy lips. God, that was so terrible. Thinking about Dan shouldn’t have turned me on that much.

But at the same time, I knew when he got his hands on me again, it would be incredible. For now though, I had to relieve the burning in my pussy. Steve wouldn’t be back from the store for half an hour. I had plenty of time.

***

Steve rang the doorbell to Dan’s apartment. I would have preferred to be at our house, but Steve was the one in charge of coordinating this time.

Dan answered the door. He was dressed in only skinny jeans and a tight t-shirt that clung to his ripped figure.

“Hey, man,” he said, drawing my husband into a brief hug. “Come on in. You look fabulous, Caroline,” he remarked as I walked past him.

I smiled, glad that my work was appreciated. I had taken a lot more time than usual to do my makeup and even curled my hair a little. I had on a light sun-dress that was definitely on the more provocative side of my wardrobe (admittedly, that’s not saying much). The deep neckline showed off a fair amount of cleavage, and the bottom came to an end an inch or two above my knee.

What had made me feel extra sexy was the lack of a bra. I wasn’t sure if Dan or my husband had noticed, but it wasn’t something I did often. This was a special occasion though.

“Why thank you,” I replied. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“I’m sure I look like a supermodel too,” Steve cut in jokingly. “You two are just so intimidated by my good looks that you wouldn’t dare mention it.”

“Uh-huh. Sure Fabio,” Dan replied.

“Hey, watch it. I’ve got the booze,” my husband said, lifting up the six-pack we had brought.

“Which we should get started on. Immediately.”

“Great minds think alike,” Steve said. He walked towards Dan’s kitchen, leaving us alone in the big living room.

“Hey,” Dan said quietly.

“Hey handsome,” I replied.

“I love that dress,” he complimented.

“I’m sure you’d love what’s underneath more,” I flirted back.

“Where’s your church key?” Steve shouted out from the kitchen.

“Drawer to the left of the fridge,” Dan replied. “It doesn’t look like you’ve got anything on underneath at all,” he quietly said back to me.

“I was wondering if you would notice.” I pulled up the bottom hem of my dress to my stomach, exposing the lacy purple panties I had on. “What do you think?”

“I think they’d look better on my floor.”

With one hand, I pulled the waistband on one simav escort side down past my hip before pulling it back up to place. I giggled at the tease and let my dress fall back down. “Soon.”

Steve returned back into the room, carrying three beers. I didn’t particularly care for beer, but I would survive.

“A little liquid courage before we start,” my husband said.

We sat down, Steve and I on the small sofa and Dan on a chair. The two men drank their beers and talked, mostly about Steve’s job and the football draft or something. I wasn’t really paying attention. My mind was focused on what was going to happen later.

I decided to have a little bit of fun while I waited. I leaned back against the couch and brought my feet up, tucking my legs nearly up to my chest. Steve was on my left, staring at Dan, so he couldn’t really see me.

But Dan could. And as my short sundress rode up, he had a straight-line of sight to my panties. I smiled and took another sip of the beer. With my free hand, I reached between my legs and pulled my panties to the side.

Dan was trying to look inconspicuous, but his eyes were glued to my pink pussy lips. I bit my bottom lip playfully and ran a finger over my folds, teasing myself. I could see a tent forming in Dan’s pants.

Steve’s voice turned up, a question. I returned my panties back in place and moved my legs back to the ground. Dan turned back to my husband and they kept talking.

I smiled mischievously again. My husband still wasn’t looking at me. I brought my hands to my chest and pulled the dipping neckline of the sundress down, exposing my small breasts.

My fingers brushed over my nipples, making them harder. I pinched them a little and cupped my boobs. Steve still wasn’t looking. I let a string of saliva fall from my mouth onto one of my tits. I rubbed it into my nipple, making it shimmer.

Dan was staring the entire time. I was having so much fun distracting him and teasing him. He was the only person who really made me want to act like this, before Elliott at least. For everyone else before, I was the perfect, picturesque conservative wife. For him, I was a sexy, confident slut.

I pulled my dress back into place. Steve was none the wiser, but Dan was starting to sweat. He took a long swig of his beer to finish it up.

“I’m dry. Are we all ready to move to the bedroom?” he asked, stopping whatever he and Steve were talking about.

“Uh, sure,” my husband said. “Honey?”

I smiled, knowing that it was my doing. “Of course.”

Dan was already up and moving to his bedroom. We followed him in, and I immediately sat down on the edge of the queen bed, both men now in front of me.

Dan’s hands moved to his belt, and he started undoing his pants. Steve followed suit, and soon both were standing in front of me completely naked.

I bit my lower lip, staring at the two erect cocks waiting to be serviced by me. God, I couldn’t wait to have them inside me.

I pulled my dress off my shoulders, letting it pool around my waist. Dan moved to me first, pushing me back onto the bed. He lay down next to me and leaned in. I turned my head and our mouths met in a passionate kiss.

Dan was not one to be slow or sensual at all. He pushed back against me, his slight stubble tickling my cheeks. His lips weren’t quite as soft as Steve’s, but I didn’t care.

After only a few seconds, Dan opened his mouth and pressed his tongue against my lips. I eagerly parted my lips, letting him explore my mouth ravenously. My tongue snaked out too, engaging in a frenetic, sexy dance with his.

Dan was kissing me deep and trying to taste every inch of me, like I was the last person he would ever kiss. His aggressiveness turned me on immensely; I loved a man who could take control of me.

My eyes shot open as I felt something on my pussy. Immediately I recognized it as a tongue, and one I was intimately familiar with: my husband’s.

Steve had hiked the bottom of my dress up to my stomach and pulled aside my panties. His tongue darted through my folds, lapping up the juices that had seeped out. I hadn’t realized just how wet and turned on I had gotten from teasing Dan. God, I needed an orgasm.

Dan reached down to my chest, cupping one of my boobs in his hand. He squeezed it tightly, my nipple pressed hard against his palm. His rough hands were rubbing against the nub, making it grow harder. Dan squeezed my other breast, kneading the soft flesh of that one as well.

His mouth had strayed away from my lips down to my neck. He sucked on it passionately, his hand still mauling my breast. Ordinarily I probably would have stopped him for fear of getting a hickey, but I was way too turned on to care.

Steve’s tongue had found its place on my clit. He flicked his tongue over my button and circled it around and around. It felt great, but I wanted more. I needed more. I thrust my hips back against his face.

He sealed his mouth around my clit and drew in his cheeks. The pressure söke escort on my clit was intense, but felt so great. His tongue kept working away, stimulating my most sensitive nub.

Dan moved back up from my neck to kiss me again. The hand that wasn’t squeezing my tits ran through my hair, yanking on it gently. The slight pain reminded me who was in control, and sent a pulse of pleasure to my pussy.

Steve detached his mouth from my clit and he descended further down to my pussy. His tongue licked at my hole, just teasing me and leaving me begging for more. I was so wet, and ready to burst.

And then his mouth was gone. Steve moved up the bed on the other side of me. I turned to face him and he pulled me into a kiss. I tasted myself on his lips, savoring the sweet flavor. I hadn’t ever minded my own taste before, but ever since I tried another woman’s pussy, I seemed to have a heightened appreciation for that natural nectar, and my own juices tasted so much better.

Dan took the opportunity to move to my now-free pussy. His fingers wrapped into the elastic waistband of my panties, and he pulled the garment down my legs and totally off. I reached down and pushed at my dress, and Dan took that off as well, leaving me completely naked.

Normally, I felt vulnerable and exposed while naked. But now, I felt empowered and sexy. Maybe Elliott had helped me become more comfortable with my own sexuality and more confident in my body. I wasn’t sure, but I loved the feeling of being naked now.

Dan’s tongue appeared on my pussy. He lapped over my labia and moved up to my clit. His tongue wiggled back and forth quickly over my clit. My body tensed up, and I whimpered into my husband’s mouth.

Dan kissed my clit and ventured further down. His tongue explored my pussy, licking at my hole and tasting my juices. He wasn’t as skilled at going down on a woman as my husband, but I didn’t need an expert right now.

Something new probed my pussy lips. I felt it press against my entrance, and Dan’s finger slipped into my twat. I groaned and ground my hips down onto the digit. He slid it in and out of my pussy, tantalizingly slowly for me. His thumb rubbed at my clit, and I could feel the orgasm building.

Steve’s mouth had moved to my nipples. He was sucking on one while his fingers played with the other. His teeth nibbled the erect nub and he sucked down on it, studding my areolas with goosebumps. I had never had two men paying attention to me at once, and if this was what it felt like all the time, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t done it before.

My hand felt over my husband’s body down to his crotch. I gripped his mostly-erect cock and stroked it up and down a few times, bringing it fully to life.

Steve took his mouth away from my nipple and shifted on to his knees. He moved to my head with his cock jutting out in front of him.

I looked down at Dan. He kept his steady pace fingering my twat, although his other hand looked like it was stroking his cock.

My head turned towards my husband. I reached out and took hold of his cock, stroking the length a few more times. I craned my neck, opened my mouth, and took the head into my mouth.

My lips sealed around my husband’s red helmet. I flicked my tongue over his tip, just teasing him. Steve groaned and stared down at me. He had told me years ago I looked prettiest when I had his dick in my mouth. I silently wondered if that applied to other dicks as well.

I jerked the base of his cock, squeezing tight and then relaxing the grip of my hand. At the same time, my head began bobbing on his cock. My lips ran back and forth over his tip while my tongue was hard at work licking the bulbous head.

I pulled back and kissed the very tip of Steve’s cock. I extended my tongue and ran it over his slick head. My tongue twirled around the tip and then I ducked my head down, trailing my tongue down the sides of his cock. I licked up and down his shaft, tracing all the familiar veins and ridges.

Dan was certainly putting my concentration to test. His persistent fingers pried at my pussy, slipping another one into my twat. I moaned, and my twat squeezed around the thrusting digits.

My mouth sealed around Steve’s cock again and I bobbed up and down in that patently sexualized motion. My cheeks drew in and I sucked on his head as well as I could. My tongue stayed active, licking the underside of his shaft up and down in rhythm with my mouth.

I felt a sudden emptiness and looked to see Dan’s fingers no longer in my pussy. He was clambering up onto the bed on the other side of me, and I found myself with two men kneeling on either side of me. I pulled my mouth off my husband’s cock and moved my free hand to Dan’s.

Both cocks surged against my touch as I jerked both men off simultaneously. I stared at the cocks, looking back and forth between Dan and my husband. I sized Dan up to be a little longer and quite a bit thicker than Steve; my hand had more trouble wrapping all the way around.

My mouth watered staring at both beautiful dicks. I wanted to taste them both, but I was a little uncomfortable trying to lift my head up. I withdrew my hands, to the chagrin of both men, and flipped myself over so I was resting on my knees. I took both cocks in hand again and continued stroking the fully erect rods.

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