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February 13th. It was raining old women and sticks outside, and I was sitting alone at the bar in one of those “brass and glass” places. Almost closing time. At least this chain had a decent rib eye. Just finished my steak and vegetables and was nursing a ginger ale. Saw her walk in, sit down a few seats away, and order a Shiraz.

She looked at me. Smiled and nodded. I returned the gesture.

She said, “Scotch?” and pointed toward my drink with her chin.

“Ginger ale.”

“Not a drinker?”

“Not so much.” Didn’t want to get into the fact that I had a problem with that sort of thing.

“My Dad was like that. Drank heavily for years. Then just quit.”

“Good for him,” I said, and smiled. She had just assumed (correctly) that I had some troubles with alcohol in my past. How did she know?

“How did you know?” I delivered this question fully expecting her to ask “how did she know what?” It was a test. Could she hang?

“Just a guess. You just confirmed it,” she said.

“Nick.” I smiled.

“Julie.” So did she.

Yes. She could hang. She looked somewhat like Téa Leoni, but with dark hair (a bit damp from the rain). 5′ 6″ with a sharp jaw line, high cheek bones, and smile lines. I guessed her weight at a buck-10. Buck-15, maybe. A few strands of black hair dangled errantly over her face. She swept them away periodically. Large hoop earrings. Crows feet were just beginning to form at the corners of her light blue eyes. No makeup, save for a bit of mascara. Maybe a bit of base and blush, but not too much. I guessed her age in the mid-40’s — same as me. Perfectly manicured eyebrows and a beautiful smile with straight white teeth. It was obvious she exercised regularly and took care of herself. She had great legs, good posture, and good skin. Her voice was a bit deeper and huskier than what I had expected. A smoker? Just in case, I double-checked her hands and Adam’s apple. She was all woman. And no, she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring.

She was wearing black cowboy boots and a light blue cotton dress. She had been wearing a black leather jacket and removed it now. I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her tits were obviously fake.

She caught me looking and smiled. “You like?”

“I do,” I said as I raised my eyebrows. I felt my heart rate increase a bit, as well as the blood rushing to my cock. Pretty sure I was blushing.

She tilted her head back and laughed a deep sexy laugh. “I can tell. You’re blushing.” She giggled deeply in the back of her throat. She looked me directly in the eyes, smiled, and tilted her head just a bit. She glanced around (the bartender was presently absent). She pinched her nipples, made a little moan, and said, “They’re worth every penny. I still have sensitivity in my nipples.”

Her nipples were visible through the dress. Her face was flushed. She looked around again, then again pinched her nipples. Pulled on them a little bit. Twisted gently. Then pulled a little more. She did this a few times. Easily her nipples were poking out a half-inch from behind her dress. She closed her eyes and started breathing through her mouth. I could see her respiration quickening and a few beads of sweat on her forehead. She pulled and twisted a few more times, a little faster than before, almost tweaking them. Moving her fingers back and forth over them, as well. “I’ll be right back,” She said. “Watch my drink.”

She threw her purse over her shoulder, grabbed her coat and headed toward the bathroom. I noticed that she had strategically draped her coat over her arm and placed it against her chest. As she walked away, I could not see an underwear line under her dress on her perfect ass. Thong or otherwise.

So I sat there. Kind-of a stupid-ass grin on my face. Heart beating a little too fast. Cock hard in my jeans. I reached in my jeans and adjusted my cock so it was pointing up toward my belly. At least now it wasn’t so obvious that I had a hard-on. My cock throbbed against my lower belly, and I liked the direction this evening was headed. The friction of my jeans felt warm and comforting, and I was glad I wasn’t wearing underwear. I felt healthy and masculine and ready for whatever she had in mind.

The bartender came and went as he was closing-up for the night. Tomorrow night he’d be shellacked with Valentine’s Day dates. Tonight was a tomb. This was an isolated area of the restaurant and Julie and I were the only customers. There was a mindless sitcom muted on the TV above the bar. I was sifting through pointless emails on my phone when I heard her walk up behind me. She leaned against me and I could feel her hard nipples against my back. She reached around with her hand and traced the outline of my cock on the outside of my jeans. She squeezed gently.

“I just went to the bathroom and jacked-off,” she whispered into my ear. “I was thinking about you.”

I was speechless. This couldn’t be any more of a fantasy.

“Do you want to taste me?” she asked.

I nodded.

She moved her right hand up and gently put her middle Ataşehir Escort finger in my mouth. I sucked and tasted her finger. My tongue swirled around her finger and she tasted sweet and musky. While still behind me, she put her lips on the side of my neck, and I could feel and hear her short breaths.

“I was thinking about going back to your place,” she said.

“I think that’s a capital idea,” I said. I threw 50 bucks on the bar for my meal and her drink and we headed out.

———-

It had stopped raining as we walked across the dark parking lot to my truck. Everything smelled fresh and clean. “You want to follow me?” I asked.

“No. I’ll just ride with you. I’ll get my car later.” She pointed to a red Acura.

“What do you do?” I questioned as we were walking. I reached down and took her hand in mine. She returned the gesture and grasped it tightly.

“Does it matter? I have a decent job. Some days are better than others. It pays the bills, but it’s not my identity.”

“Good point,” I said. “It’s good to be reminded that we are not our jobs.”

“Exactly. You get it.”

We got to my truck and I opened the door for her. She slid in, then unlocked the door for me. Another test passed. Had she just sat there like an idiot, she would have failed the test.

I got in and cranked the truck. It roared to life, and strains of Charlie Parker, Miles Davis, and McCoy Tyner cooed from the speakers.

“Bebop jazz?” she asked.

“Yup.”

“Please turn it up.” She smiled.

Could this be any more perfect? “No problem.”

“Is it OK if I smoke?” she asked.

“It’s completely OK, and thank you for asking.”

She lit up. Then I lit up. I put it in drive and we headed toward my place.

“I feel like I need to say this,” I said after a long pause. “I live alone in a shithole duplex. I’m very boring, and somewhat of an introvert. I don’t drink, and I don’t have a TV — by choice. My life revolves around providing for my daughter who lives with her Mother 800 miles away.”

“I really don’t care about any of that,” she said, matter-of-fact. “This is what I know: You are wired like me. You like sex. You jack-off a lot. You enjoy sensual pleasures. Like me, you are a visual person and we’re both attracted to each other. Neither of us is married. You don’t drink, and therefore don’t require pills to stay hard. Once you’ve had me, you probably won’t want me again. I’m OK with all that. I’m just looking for one night of pleasure, then I’m gone.”

“Are you for real?” I asked.

She tilted her head back and gave that deep throaty laugh again. “Yes. I’m just a girl. Attracted to a guy with a hard-on in good-fitting jeans and a turtle-neck sweater. You’re over 6 feet and your shoulders are wide. I like the stubble on your face, and the fact that you’ve got strong hands and smell great. You’re intelligent, and not afraid of the fact that I told you that I beat-off in the bathroom.”

“Well, you’re dead-on about all that,” I said. I was wondering how she knew all that about me. She was completely correct about all of it. Heck, maybe she was smarter and more observant than me. Which isn’t such a bad thing. Maybe she was testing me.

She tossed her cigarette out the window as Erykah Badu cycled into my Ipod. “Oooh. I LOVE her. (pause) Is it OK if I smoke a bowl?”

“You go right ahead. That’s not my thing. Too close to my substance abuse comfort zone border. I’m not gonna damn you for it, though,” I said.

“Thanks,” she smiled. “More for me.” She packed her bowl and went through her rituals of getting high. She started swaying gently left and right to the music as the smell of chronic permeated the truck.

“I just love Erykah Badu. She’s such a mean bitch.”

“Yes. I agree. A woman demanding equal treatment. Gotta respect her,” I said.

“Are you for real?” she cloyed.

I laughed out loud.

———-

As we drove, her rhythmic left and right swaying to the music became almost hypnotic. We liked the same type of music. The “vibe,” the “groove,” the “pocket” of the song was more important than anything else.

I noticed that she periodically reached between her legs and under her dress.

I asked, “Whatcha doin’ down there?”

She said, “Just beating-off a little bit. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No. Not even a little bit.” I was pleasantly surprised to see again her lack of embarrassment regarding her body.

She leaned her seat back. She pulled up her dress and exposed a perfectly shaved pussy. “You like my pretty pussy?” she asked.

“Yes. Very much so.” The dash lights provided just enough illumination.

She put some spit on her fingers, then spread her legs and began massaging her clit. She said, “You like watching me jack-off? It makes me feel sexy to have someone watch me masturbate.”

“You’ve got the right audience,” I said. It sounded kinda cheesy in my head as I said it, but it was completely true.

I watched as she played with her clit. Ataşehir Escort Bayan She would go slow, then faster, then slide her middle finger in and out. Then she’d go back to rubbing her clit slowly again and repeat the process. She was enjoying her body, and I was enjoying watching.

“Is your cock hard?” she asked.

“Very.”

“Can I see it?”

I held the wheel with my left knee as I unbuttoned my jeans. They were Levi’s 501’s, so I just pulled them apart. Gotta love 501’s. My cock popped out and I gently stroked it. I was very hard and it was nice to release it from the restraints of my jeans.

She reached over with her left hand and gently squeezed my cock. She continued to masturbate with her right.

“That’s a perfect penis,” She said. “Not too big. Not to small. Just right.”

“Thank you. I think so, too.”

After a bit of her stroking both her and me, she asked, “Can I suck your cock?”

“Not right now. Let’s save that for later,” I said.

“OK.” She continued to play with her clit as we cycled into the music of Bill Evans. I put my hard cock back in my jeans.

She continued masturbating, more emphatically now. A minute later, she grit her teeth and said, “I gonna cum.”

“Cum, Baby,” I said.

She was vigorously rubbing her clit up and down. She grit her teeth, closed her eyes and growled from a low pitch to a higher pitch. She squirted a little bit on my seat as she came, her hips bucking just a bit.

She exhaled and fell in a slump. “Sorry about the squirt, Baby,” she said.

“No need to apologize. You just added to my spank bank. The cleanup is worth it.”

She smiled. I reached behind me for a blanket that I keep in the extended cab of my truck and covered her. She quickly fell asleep with a little smile on her face as I drove. She didn’t stir until we reached my house.

———-

She woke as we pulled into the driveway of my rental. She yawned and said, “I gotta pee.”

Absolutely zero shame to this girl.

We both got out and I led the way to my door. I unlocked and opened it for her and caught a whiff of her fresh smell as she walked by. That smell may have been a hair or body spray product. Maybe deodorant. To this day, I still don’t know what that “freshness” was. But it liked it. It was feminine and it was comforting.

She walked in like she owned the place. Glanced around, found the bathroom, walked in, and closed the door.

I wasn’t quite sure what to do. I walked over to my laptop and hit the space bar. Pandora fired up through the external speakers with Keith Jarret banging out changes for Miles.

I looked around to ensure there wasn’t anything “out of sorts” — dirty underwear and socks lying about, dirty dishes, basically anything I’d be embarrassed about. There wasn’t. In addition, I checked to make sure I didn’t have any bills or financial records that could be easily accessible. As perfect as this woman appeared, I didn’t want to take any chances. Therefore, I took a quick second to password protect the screen saver on my laptop. One can never be too vigilant. I don’t have anything to hide, but providing a complete stranger full-access to all my personal information is just plain stupid.

She came out of the bathroom. “Your turn,” she said. “Go take a shower and clean all your parts.”

“I just showered a few hours ago.”

“This is not negotiable. It’ll take 10 minutes.”

Have to pick your battles. “Um… OK. I have juice, almond milk, and bottled water in the fridge. There are tea bags above the sink. Make yourself at home.”

She smiled. “Go. And don’t beat off.” She pointed to the bathroom.

So she was a clean freak. And really, what’s so bad about that?

“Yes ma’am.” I saluted, made the requisite USMC about-face, and headed to my bathroom grinning like an idiot.

While I was in the bathroom “cleaning my parts,” she knocked and entered with a big empty cooking pot. She was completely naked.

“Hi guy,” She said, as she held the pot under the warm water. I could see her scanning me, top to bottom, paying particular attention to my penis. “That’s a perfect penis,” she said again.

“You already said that,” I said.

“Sometimes things need to be said more than once. Merely to know they’re appreciated.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Whatcha doin’ with that big pot?”

“Filling it with warm water, Silly.”

I grabbed the pot from her. I could tell it was getting somewhat heavy.

She grabbed my razor from the shower rack and said “Be right back.”

She left and was back in 5 seconds. She grabbed the pot of warm water from me. “Finish up, then meet me in the bedroom.”

I did. Quickly.

———-

After cleaning my “parts,” I wrapped a towel around my mid-section and walked to my bedroom.

She had taken all the sheets off my bed. She was laying on her back, head and upper body on a pile of pillows. Legs open and slowly massaging her clit as I walked in. She got up and Escort Ataşehir said, “Lay down right here.”

I did. I could still feel the warmth of her body on the plastic mattress cover.

“Do you have any girl toys?”

I pointed to the dresser. “Top drawer.”

Her ass was almost heart-shaped as she bent over to reach in the dresser. Between her legs, I could see her perfectly shaved vagina.

“Yay!” she said as she triumphantly held up a blue vibrator. She turned it on, then back off. “That will do just perfect. Lotion and towels?”

“In the bathroom.”

She headed that direction, and I could hear her finding the things she needed, as well as washing the vibrator. Clean freak. In addition I heard her put something in the microwave for about 15 seconds. The lotion, I assumed.

She came back into the bedroom, sat on the bed and said, “I’m going to shave you.”

“Well, then,” I said. Not real sure what else to say.

“Lift your ass a little,” she said.

I did and she pulled off the towel. I was immensely hard, and it was hard for me to keep my hands off my cock. It was throbbing, moving itself up and down. I had zero control over this. With the back of her fingers, she gently rubbed my cock, my balls, and my inner thighs. It felt wonderful. Sensuous.

“I can see your boys are tight up against you. Don’t come yet, Baby. I need you to stay hard. What strategies do you use for edging?”

“I’ve tried them all — perineum pressure, testes tug, squeezing just below the head. The only thing that seems to work is just merely stop stimulating. But I know my body pretty well, and I know when to stop. I’ll let you know.”

“That sounds good,” she said. “I like the manscaping, too.”

“Thanks.” I always kept myself trimmed-up. When I cut the hair on my head every week, I also trim-up down below. I don’t get crazy with it, just put on the 1/8″ guard and zip through it. As much as I beat off (usually at least once a day), it seems more hygienic. Maybe I’m a bit of a clean freak, too.

She stopped touching me and put her hands under my thighs. She lifted gently indicating she wanted me to raise my thighs. I did. She got in a sitting position with her legs under mine. Her feet near my hips, similar to the spider position. I grabbed her feet, (bright red toenails, freshly pedicured) and gently started kneading her instep.

“I’ll give you an hour to quit doing that,” Julie said.

I smiled.

She grabbed the vibrator and turned it on. She laid it flat on the bed and leaned to the side a bit. She slid the vibrator toward her pussy, then slowly leaned back down on it.

She made a sensual pleasure noise (MMMmmmm) and said, “Wish every task could be as enjoyable as this.”

The vibrator wasn’t inside her. She was just merely sitting on it while it was flat on the bed. Periodically, she would lean back or forward, left or right. She was putting it where it felt good on her clit. It was incredibly enjoyable to watch.

“Now we get to work,” she said. “I may have to stop and cum every now and then, but I won’t be shaving you when that happens.”

“I appreciate that,” I chuckled. “I’m kinda freaked out about having a stranger operating a razor near my genitals.”

“Don’t worry, Baby. I’ve done this before.”

That made me feel a little bit better, anyway.

She put some lotion in her hands, then rubbed it on my cock and balls. The lotion was warm, and her touch was very light. I hate aggressive touches in bed. It takes away from the sensuality of things.

“Here we go!” she said. “Grab some lotion, and beat off, but just on the head of your penis. Do it gently, so you don’t move too much. Do it slowly so you don’t cum.”

I did. And sparingly so. I knew I was close to the edge, regardless of the woman with the razor near my cock.

She dipped the razor in the warm water, then gently started shaving down the shaft of my cock. “Gotta get those little hairs on the shaft,” she said.

She appeared to be concentrating, and would stop to clean the razor in the warm water after every stroke. Every now and again, she’d make a pleasure noise, and I noticed we both were sweating. She had turned the heat up while I was in the shower. When she leaned forward, her nipples would brush against my legs. She moved her torso back and forth to stimulate her nipples, then cock her hips back and forth to adjust her clit over the vibrator while making little moans. She made the best pleasure noises.

She had made only 5 or 6 passes with the razor when she stopped and closed her eyes. “I’m gonna cum again.”

She did, making the same low to high growl. Her jaw was clenched as her hips shook and her head bobbed uncontrollably. She had dropped the razor and was holding on to my knees tightly.

I had to stop touching myself or I would cum. It’s the ultimate pleasure for me to see a woman orgasm. Maybe I’m a bit of a voyeur, but, for me, seeing a woman make it home is the pinnacle of sexual experiences.

Most all women smile after they cum. She did, too. She picked up the razor, dipped it in the water, and continued shaving me while smiling.

She stopped to move the vibrator. Probably an over-stimulation thing. She said, “Lift your ass a little.”

I did.

She turned the vibrator around and started to move it toward my ass.

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Baldızsız bir gün geçiremez olmuştum, baldızın sesini duymadan, kendini görmeden yapamıyordum ve bu durum beni korkutuyordu. Emin olmadan yapacağım bir hareket ise telafisi olmayan bir sonla bitebilir ve eşimi kaybedebilirdim. Bu dönemde de internette sürekli Enişte Baldız itirafları, Baldızını siken Enişte sex Hikayeleri okumaya başlamıştım, oradan bir tüyo bulabilir miyim, başkaları baldızlarını nasıl sikmiş veya sikiyor diye. Cuma akşamıydı, eşimle yemek yedik. Apartmanda yaşlı ve yalnız yaşayan bir teyze vardı, eşim, “Ben Nejla teyzeye bir bakayım, yemek falan götüreyim.” dedi ve evden çıktı. Ben de hemen Laptoptan yine Baldız hikayeleri okumaya koyuldum. Tam okurken kapı çaldı, ben eşimin geldiğini düşünerek Laptopun kapağını kapattım, Boxerimla kapıyı açtığımda eşim değil de baldızım Buse karşımda duruyordu… Tokalaşıp öpüşüp içeri aldım, ablasının komşuya gittiğini, salona geçmesini, üzerime eşofman giyip geleceğimi söyledim. İçeri geri döndüğümde baldızım Laptopumu açmış, okuduğum Baldız hikayesini görmüş ve “Enişte utanmıyorsun beni arzulamaya? Ben senin ilgini çekecek ne yaptım? Ben size hep gıptayla baktım, ablamla ikinizin çok mutlu olduğunuzu düşündüm!” dedi. Mahvolmuştum, utancımdan ve korkudan yerin dibine girdim, ne diyeceğimi bilemedim. Kendimi toparladım ve “Bak Buse burada okuduklarımın senle alakası yok, ben seni hiç böyle görmedim! Ablan duyarsa yanlış anlar!” dedim olayı kapatmaya çalıştım. Buse de, “Ablama söylemem, ama böyle bir şey hissedersem bozuşuruz seninle!” dedi ve sustu. Zaten 10 dakika sonra da eşim geldi… Baldız eşime bir şey anlatmadı, fakat bu olaydan sonra benden uzaklaşmaya başladı. Benim evde olmadığım zamanlar gelip gidiyormuş, beni aramıyor sormuyordu, zaten bende de onu arayacak yüz kalmamıştı. Eşimin Pazar günü altın günü vardı ve o hafta annesinde olacaktı, “Adnan beni annemlere bırakır mısın, bu sıcakta otobüsle gitmeyeyim!” dedi, ben de götürdüm. Kaynanamlara vardık, ayıp olmasın diye kapıdan merhaba deyip çıkayım dedim. O sırada baldızımla kapıda karşılaştık. Baldızım, “Enişte geçerken beni de arkadaşıma bırakabilir misin, arkadaşımın doğum günü var.” dedi. Eşim de, “Tabi bıraksın!” dedi. Arabaya bindik, hiç konuşmadan gidiyoruz Buse’yle. Kaynanamlardan epey uzaklaşmıştık ki, baldızım, “Enişte, müsait bir yerde dur da konuşalım!” deyince şaşırmıştım. Arabayı uygun bir yere çektim, durdum… Baldız, “Enişte o günden beri neden böyle hikayeler okuduğunu düşünmeden edemiyorum, ablam sana yetmiyor mu?” dedi. “Ablanla ilgili değil, boş ver, nereye gideceksen bırakayım!” dedim. “Bir yere gitmeyeceğim, seninle buluşmak için uydurdum!” dedi. Daha da şaşırmıştım, “Nasıl yani?” dedim. “Bak enişte sana dürüst davranacağım, seni ve ablamı çok seviyorum, bugüne kadar senin bir yanlışını görmedim, ablamı da bildiğim kadarıyla hiç aldatmadın. O günden sonra ben de Enişte Baldız hikayeleri okumaya başladım. Ve anladım ki, seks fantazisi olan tüm erkekler baldızlarıyla sevişmek istiyorlar. Hatta okuduklarımda, kendisini eniştesine sunan baldızlar gaziantep escort da var. Hem senin hem kendi merakımı gidermek için, seninle sadece bir kereliğine yüzeysel olarak, ileri gitmeden sevişeceğim! Sizin eve götür beni!” dedi. Duyduklarıma inanamadım, inanın eve nasıl gittiğimi bile hatırlamıyorum. Eve kendimizi zor attık, direk yatak odasına geçtik. Baldızım, “Bak enişte tekrar söylüyorum, ileri gitmeyeceksin ve bunu sadece bir kere yapacağız ve bu aramızda mezara kadar sır olarak kalacak! Tamam mı?” dedi. “Tamam!” dedim ve yavaşça öpüşmeye başladık. Baldız o kadar acemiydi ki, öpüşmeyi bilmediği her halinden belliydi. Baldızı ürkütmemem gerektiğini biliyordum ama heyacandan da ölüyordum. Baldızın da benden kalır yanı yoktu. 20 dakikaya yakın öpüştük. Baldızın yanakları ve dudakları kıp kırmızı olmuştu. Yavaşça yatağa uzatıp bacaklarının arasına girerek sikimin sertliğini hissetmesini sağladım. Baldızın Bodysini çıkartmaya çalıştığımda utandı, “Yapma enişte!” dedi. Ben de, “Bak Buse senin istemediğin hiçbir şeyi yapmayacağım, sana söz veriyorum, sadece çıplak sevişeceğiz!” dedim. “Sözüne güveniyorum enişte!” diyerek kabul etti. Sütyeniyle kaldığında, elma büyüklüğünde memelerini okşadım. Boynunu omuzlarını öptüm yaladım. Memelerini sütyenden çıkartıp dakikalarca yaladım, emdim. Göbeğinden sonra artık sıra amına gelmişti. Sadece baldız değil, ben de heyacandan ölecektim. Pantolonunu çıkarırken itiraz etmedi, küloduyla beraber çıkardım. Öpüşmemiz esnasında baldızın amı sulanmış, külotu su içinde kalmıştı, resmen işemiş gibiydi. Tazecik amı muhteşem bir şeydi, tertemizdi ve misler gibi kokuyordu. Baldızın amını yavaş yavaş dillemeye ve yalamaya başladığımda, baldız saçlarımı tutuyor, “Yapma enişte!” diyordu. Ama heyecandan ikimiz de ölmüştük. Uzun bir süre amını ve Klitorisini yaladım emdim, dilimi kızlık zarına kadar sokmuştum amına. Çok küçük amı vardı ve baldızın amını yalarken ben de külotuma boşalmıştım. Baldız da uzun sürmeden kasılarak titreyerek ilk defa Orgazm oluyor ve saçlarımı daha sert çekiyor, canımı yakıyordu. “Nasıl aşkım?” dedim. “Harikaydı, ilk defa böyle oluyorum, çok zevk aldım!” dedi. “Sen de benimkini yalamak ister misin?” dedim. “Tamam!” dedi ve beni soymaya başladı. Çok heyacanlı olduğu her halinden belliydi, külotum kalana kadar soydu… Ben yatağa uzandım ve baldız benim ü
zerime gelerek dudaklarımdan başladı, göbeğime kadar acemi bir şekilde beni yalıyor, benim içim gıdıklanıyordu. Yattığım yerden doğrularak, “Benimkini görme zamanın geldi!” dedim. Yavaşça Boxerimi indirdi. Yarağımı görünce baldızın yüzündeki ifadeyi görmeniz lazımdı, çok korktu, “Enişte bu ne böyle? Bu nasıl giriyor ablama? Nasıl alıyor bunu içine?” dedi. Aslında yarağım o kadarda büyük değil, ama kalın, kısa bir sopa gibi. İlk defa bir yarak gördüğü için korkmuştu. Az önce küloduma boşaldığım için banyoda yıkayıp geldim ve “Hadi aşkım yala yarağımı!” dedim. “Nasıl yapacağım bilmiyorum ki?” dedi. Elini tuttum, yarağıma götürdüm ve sıvazlatmaya başlattım, “Tıpkı dondurma yalar gibi yalayacaksın!” dedim. Baldız acemice dilini yarağımın üzerinde gezdirmeye başladığında, ben de tarif edilemez duygular yaşıyordum. Ağzına almasını söylediğimde yüzü ekşidi, “Yapamam, çok büyük!” dedi. “Yaparsın! Ablan ağzına bunun tamamını alıyor!” dedim. Baldız istemeye istemeye ağzına verdim. Midesi kalkıyor, kusacak gibi oluyor, ben de üzerine fazla gidemiyordum. Ama aldığım zevkin tarifi yoktu. 5 dakika yalattıktan sonra ağzından çıkardım ve göğüslerine boşaldım… O gün baldıza 69 pozisyonunu da öğrettim ve 2 defa da o şekilde birbirimizi boşalttık ve gayet mutlu bir şekilde, birbirimizden memmun kalarak orada noktaladık. O gün baldıza söz verdiğim için ileriye gitmedim ve bir daha bu konu hakkında hiçbir şey konuşmadım ve imada bulunmadım. Fakat baldızımı aklımdan çıkaramıyor, onu daha çok arzuluyordum. Baldızı her düşündüğümde sikimin başı zonkluyordu ve hırsımı yine karımı sikerek çıkarıyordum. Aklımda hep baldızım vardı, acaba o da benim gibi yanıp tutuşuyor muydu? Kafam darmadağındı. Yalnız, bütün bu duygular içindeyken baldızımın hareketleri bana olumlu gelmeye başlamıştı, bize geldiğinde ablasına çaktırmadan önüme bakıp hafif tebessüm ediyordu. Ben de bozuntuya vermiyor, eşime yakalanmaktan çok korkuyordum. Uzun bir zaman baldızımla rutin bir şekilde (eskisi gibi normal) yaşantımız devam ediyordu. Aradan uzun zaman geçti ve ikimiz de birbirimize hiçbir şey söyleyemedik. Baldız istese bile, hamleyi benim yapmam gerekiyordu, çünkü baldızım çok utangaç bir yapıya sahipti. Bir gün kaynanamlara oturmaya gitmiştik. Eşimin Sakarya’daki amcası ameliyat olmuştu, kaynanam, “Biz 2 hafta sonra Sakarya’ya geçmiş olsuna gideceğiz, isterseniz siz de gelin.” dedi. Ben de işlerimin olduğunu, dilerse eşimin onlarla gidebileceğini söyledim. Eşim de kabul etti. Bu arada kayınbabam, “Buse’nin Dersanesi var, o gelemez, sizin evde kalsın.” diye teklif edince, içimden bir oley çektim (Eşimin ailesi bana çok güvenir), “Tamam!” dedim. Aradan 2 hafta geçti, Cuma günü eşim işyerinden beni aradı, “Babamlar Sakarya’ya bugünden gidelim, 2 gece kalıp Pazar günü dönelim diyor, ne yapayım?” dedi. Ben de, “Sen bilirsin, git istersen!” dedim. “Tamam, o zaman akşam Buse’yi Dersaneden sen alırsın!” dedi, ona da tamam dedim. Ama heyecandan kalbim duracak gibiydi, sikim yine taş gibi olmuş, belki bu akşam hayatımın golünü atabilirdim. Cepten Buse’yi aradım akşam Dersaneden çıkış saatini sordum ve onu almaya geleceğimi söyledim. Akşamı zor ettim, çeşitli hayaller kurup baldızıma sahip olmayı düşündüm. Saat 17:30 gibi Dersanenin önündeydim. Baldızım yanında kendi gibi çıtı pıtı bir kızla geldi, arabaya bindiler. Kısa bir tanışma faslından sonra isminin Yasemin olduğunu öğrendim. Baldızım daha önce bana Yasemin’den bahsetmişti, sırdaşım en yakın arkadaşım diye. “Enişte, Yasemin de bizimle kalacak bu gece!” deyince, başımdan aşağı kaynar sular döküldü, içimden (Bu da nerden çıktı şimdi, bir çuval inciri berbat ettin baldız) diye düşünürken, benim betim benzim atmış, suratım yerlerde idi. Baldızım, “Hayırdır enişte, yoksa Yasemin’in bizimle kalmasında bir sorun mu var?” dediğinde, kendime gelip, “Yoo, kalsın ne sorun olacak ki?” diyebildim. Baldızım o anda bir kahkaha attı ve “Şaka yaptım enişte, gerçekten kalacaktı da annesi izin vermedi!” dedi. Biraz olsun rahatladım ve kendi kendime (Bu kız benimle oynuyor mu acaba?) diye düşünmeden edemedim. Yasemin’in evi bizim evin istikametindeydi, onu evlerine bırakıp, baldızımla bizim eve geldik. Eşimi cepten aradım, Sakarya’ya varmışlar, ben de amcasına telefonda geçmiş olsun dedim, kapattım. Baldızımla karnımızı doyurduk. TV izlerken baldız birden, “Enişte sen çok iyi bir insansın ve gerçekten sözünün eri birisin, seni her zaman çok takdir ediyorum ve sana hayranım, bunu biliyorsun değil mi?” dedi. Teşekkür ettim. Baldız, “Aramızda yaşananlardan sonra söz verdiğin gibi benden hiçbir şey istemedin ve üzerime gelmedin, isteseydin bana o gün sahip olabilirdin ama yapmadın. Nasıl dayandın bunca zamandır?” dedi. Bende gülerek, “Nasıl dayandığımı gel de bana sor, seni düşünmediğim arzulamadığım bir günüm bile olmadı!” dedim. Baldız kafasını öne eğerek, “Enişte ben de seni çok arzuluyorum, tamam ileri gitmedik ama, yine de ilk erkeğimsin, ilk defa biriyle böyle şeyler yaşadım, ben de senden farksız değilim!” dedi. O an içimde fırtınalar kopmuş, aşırı tahrik olmuştum, “Bak Buse istersen yine bir şeyler yapabiliriz, hatta bu sefer biraz daha ileri gidebiliriz, bu 2 gün bizim için çok güzel bir fırsat, bir daha elimize böyle bir fırsat geçmeyebilir!” dedim. Baldız başını tekrar öne eğerek, “Enişte tamam da ben bakireyim, nasıl olacak? İleride başıma sorun olur bu!” dedi. Ben de gülerek, “Kızım senin iki tane deliğin var, kızlığına dokunmam, onu evleneceğin kişiye sakla, arkadan ver, bana o da yeter!” dedim. Başını kaldırdı, gözlerimin içine bakarak, “Arkadan olmaz, çok günahmış, hem de çok acıyormuş!” dedi. “Sen nerden biliyorsun acıdığını?” dedim. “Boşver… Yapalım, fakat canım çok yanarsa bırakırım! Ama önce duş almak istiyorum, çok terledim!” dedi. Baldız ne dese tamam demekten başka çarem yoktu. “İstersen beraber duş alalım, birbirimizi yıkayalım!” diye teklif ettim, baldız, “Birlikte olmaz, utanırım!” deyince üzerine gitmedim ve “İyi o zaman sen duşunu al gel, sonra ben girerim!” dedim. Baldız banyoya gitti 10-15 dakika sonra eşimin bornozuyla çıka geldi ve ben banyoya gittim. Soyunurken kirli sepetinde baldızımın az önce çıkardığı külotunu gördüm. Elime aldım, sırıl sıklam olmuştu ve çok güzel bir kokusu vardı. Alelacele duşumu alıp bornozumla çıktım… Baldızımı salondan kucağıma alıp yatak odasına götürdüm. Hiçbir şey konuşmadan uzun uzun dudaklarını, boynunu ve kulak memesini ve küçücük göğüslerini bir saate yakın yaladım. Bu anın bitmesini hiç istemiyordum. Baldızım da gözlerini kapatmış, bulutların üzerinde geziniyor, hafif hafif inliyor, ellerini çarşafa geçirmiş, aldığı zevkin tadını çıkarıyordu. Yavaş yavaş baldızın küçücük amcığına inip, am dudaklarını açıp pembemsi amcığına baktığımda, içi seller sular içinde kalmış, amından süzülen sular çarşafı ıslatmıştı. Bu manzara beni daha da tahrik etmiş ve dayanacak gücüm kalmamıştı. Baldızım da benden farksız değildi, bilmediği duygularla Orgazm olmuştu. Klitorisini dişlerimin arasında ezdiğimde şiddetli kasılarak minicik bedeni altımda tir tir titriyor, kendini kasıyor, elleriyle başımı amına daha da bastırarak nefes almamı zorlaştırıyordu. Baldızın Orgazmı geçtiğinde, ters çevirerek 69 pozisyonuna getirdiğimde, sikimi öyle bir kavrayıp yalaması vardı ki, bu sefer ben tarif edilemez duygulara kapılmıştım. Baldız acemiliğinden dişleriyle sikimin başını farkında olmadan acıtıyor, canımı yakıyordu. F
akat büyüyü bozmamak için sesimi çıkartamıyordum. Fazla dayanamadım ve “Buse’m gelmek üzereyim, ağzına boşalacam!” dediğimde sikimi hemen ağzından çıkarttı. Bozulmuştum! Doğruldum, “Bak aşkım, ben senin amının suyunu yaladım yuttum, sen de benimkini yut!” dedim ve baldızın başından iki elim ile tutarak tekrar ağzını sikmeye başladım. Fazla derine girmeden ağzına yarısını sokup çıkarıyordum. Daha fazla dayanamadım başından sıkıca tutarak oluk oluk ağzına boşalmaya başladım. Buse debelenip, sikimi ağzından çıkarmaya çalışıyordu, ama aldırış etmeden son damlasına kadar boşaldım ağzına. Bu yaptığıma bu sefer Buse çok bozulmuş, suratı ekşimiş, döllerimi yutarken zor yutkunuyordu. Boşalmam bitip sikimi ağzından çekince, doğruca Lavaboya koştu. Galiba midesi bulanmış, yuttuklarını çıkarıyordu. Ağzını yıkayıp tekrar odaya geldi ve kızgın bir şekilde, “Enişte, bir daha bunu yapma! Tadı hiç hoş değil, bayat yumurta gibi!” dedi. “Tamam aşkım son!” dedim… Baldızı yüz üstü yatağa yatırdım, göbeğinin altını yastıklarla takviye yaparak muhteşem göt deliğini ortaya çıkarttım. Baldızın göt deliği o kadar küçüktü ki, varla yok arası kırmızı bir nokta gibi duruyordu. Bu manzara beni acaip tahrik edip sikimin kalkmasına yetmişti. Şunu da biliyordum ki, baldızın götünü sikmem hiçte kolay olmayacaktı, işim bayağı zordu. Yumuşaması için götünün deliğini yalamaya başladım ama ne mümkün, daha serçe parmağımı sokmaya çalıştığımda “Ayy canım yandı!” deyip ileri çekiliyordu. Komodinin çekmecesinden eşimin kullandığı bebe yağını aldım ve baldızın götüne biraz akıtarak yavaş yavaş küçük parmağımı sokmaya başladım. Götünün deliği biraz olsun esnemişti ve baldız artık altımda debelenmiyordu. Yaklaşık yarım saat uğraştıktan sonra biraz daha alışınca, bebe yağıyla sikimi bir güzel yağladım ve götünün deliğine hafiften bastırdım. Ama ne mümkün, yine canı yanıyor, bağırıyor ve kendini ileri kaçırıyordu… Baldızın kafasını yastığa bastırdım ve iki eliyle götünün yanaklarını ayırmasını sağladım. Böylece götünün deliği biraz daha ortaya çıkmıştı. Yavaş yaparsam baldızımın götüne asla giremezdim, birden sokmalıydım, bu onun canını çok acıtacaktı, fakat başka türlüde olmayacaktı. Sikimin başını göt deliğine dayadım ve birden yüklendim. Sikimin tamamına yakını götüne girmişti, ama baldızım da, “Yandım anam! Ölüyorum! Nolursun çıkart enişte! Dayanamıyorum! Bayılacam!” diye bağırıyor, odanın içini inletiyordu. Hiç hareketsiz üzerine abandım kaldım. Sikim sanki kırılacak gibi zonkluyordu. Baldız, “Enişte yalvarırım çıkart, ölecem!” derken gözlerinden yanaklarına doğru yaşlar süzülüyordu. 4-5 dakika hareketsiz durdum, ama nafile, baldız altımda halen cıyaklıyordu. Baldızı kendime çekerek yavaş yavaş git gellere başladım. Baldız yırtınıyor, inliyor ve ağlıyor, “Enişte nolur yeter bu kadar, başka zaman yapalım! Çıkart!” diyordu… O anda çıkarırsam baldızın götünü bir daha asla sikemeyebilirdim, “Birazdan geçer aşkım, kendini sıkma aşkım, rahat ol, bak yavaş yavaş yapıyorum!” diye baldızı teselli etmeye çalışıyordum. Baldızın götünü 5 dakika yavaş ve ritmik bir şekilde sikerken, sikime bir sıcaklık geldi. Kesin götü yırtılıp kanamıştı, içinden çıkarırsam kanı görebilir diye düşünerek sikmeye devam ettim. Baldızın götünü sikerken tarif edilemez zevk alıyordum. Baldızım ise acıdan resmen böğürüyordu, buna rağmen devam ettim. 10 dakika sonra ise iyice hızlandım ve “Geliyorum!” diyebildim. Baldızın bir şey demeye mecali dahi kalmamış, altımda acıdan adeta baygın yatıyordu. Boşalırken elimde olmadan ben de böğürerek içine fışkırtmaya başladım. Hiç bu kadar çok boşalmamıştım. Sikimi yavaşça götünden çıkardığımda sikim kanla karışık döllerime bulanmıştı. Baldızın göt deliği bayağı bir açılmıştı ve döllerim götünden çıkarak çarşafa akıyordu. Ben kalkıp banyoya giderken, baldızım halen sızlanıyordu… Duşumu aldım geldim, baldızın yanına uzandım, sırtını okşayıp öptüm ve “Seni çok seviyorum aşkım, beni dünyanın en mutlu erkeği yaptığın için teşekkür ederim!” dedim. Baldız cevap vermeden sadece omuzlarını çekiştirdi. Baldız bir saate yakın konuşmadan ve hareket etmeden öylece yüzüstü yattı, ben de ayaklarından ensesine kadar her yerini okşadım, öptüm, defalarca onu sevdiğimi söyledim. Sonunda baldız bana doğru yan dönünce, “Nasıl oldun aşkım?” dedim. “Biraz daha iyi… Yasemin acıyacağını söylemişti, ama ben bu kadar çok acıyacağını tahmin etmemiştim!” dedi. O gece baldızın götüne dokunmadan, amını yalayarak birkaç kez daha Orgazm edip kendimi affettirdim ve birbirimize sarılarak güzelce uyuduk. Ertesi gün uyandığımızda götünün acısı birazda olsa geçmişti ve baldız götünü sikmemi kendisi istedi. Bu sefer banyoda sabunlu sabunlu siktim baldızın götünü. Orospu götten sikilmenin zevkini almıştı artık, gün boyunca 3 kez daha siktirdi götünü bana. Yalayarak kaldırdığı sikimin üstüne kendiliğinden oturuyor ve zorlanmadan köküne kadar alıyordu götüne… Baldızım ile yaşadığım o iki sex dolu günü hayatım boyunca hiç unutamadım. O günden sonra da baldızım ile evde yalnız kaldığımız her fırsatta onu götünden sikiyorum. Üstelik yalnız kaldığımız anlarda baldızım kendisi gelip hadi enişte sik beni diyor ve ben de götünden sikiyorum.

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Disclaimer: This story is a gay authoritarian fantasy. No part of it is based in fact, and none of the characters are intended to resemble real persons, living or dead. It features a domination/submission relationship between two consenting men above 18. If this type of content is offensive to you or illegal in your area, or if you are under the age of 18, please do not proceed.

Next morning, I woke up in a hurry at 07:45, changed into a new maid uniform, washed up, brushed my teeth, and headed to Master Garrett’s bedroom.

Garrett was sleeping naked in a 70°F degree, with his thighs spread, and cock and nuts hanging between them.

I had no idea why, but just over a day of serving as his slave had changed something inside me. Nothing felt disgusting or offensive anymore. If anything, I was beginning to feel good about my life with Garrett.

At 08:00, I climbed onto Garrett’s bed, and started to lap his ballsack. I could feel the rough hairs of his nuts soften on my tongue as I licked from the taint up.

“It’s Saturday,” he said in a relatively deep voice while stretching.

Remembering what I had gone through on the day before for failing to realize his desired morning routine…

“Sir, I’m so sorry, Sir. Sir, please forgive me, Sir”

…I was trying to imagine the kind of punishment he had in store for me this time.

But he didn’t seem that bothered.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up. You haven’t had a day off since…”, he paused for a few seconds. “Well, since you were someone paying rent with their money, not their mouth.”

I was relieved. But now that I was his sex slave, a carefree weekend for him was most likely going to be extra work for me.

“Seriously, you did a good job waking me up. It shows that you learned your lesson.”

That was probably the least offensive thing he had said to me in the past two days.

“Does there happen to be an empty beer bottle?”, Garrett asked while I was tonguing his taint and licking his inner thighs.

“Sir, yes, Sir. Sir, I held onto the one from the other day for recycling, Sir.”

“You bet it will be recycled. Bring it over here.”

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

When I came back, he was sitting up.

“Hold my cockhead to the mouth of the bottle, and wait.”

Seconds after I obeyed his order, he relaxed himself to shoot golden piss into the bottle, and I could feel the warmth on my hand through the glass. When his bladder was drained, the bottle was halfway full.

“You’re going to take a big gulp of my piss every 15 minutes, starting now.”

Instantly, I popped the bottle into my mouth, took a big mouthful, and swallowed my first load of Garrett’s acidic morning piss for the day.

“What a good faggot!”, he chuckled, getting out of bed.

Garrett stood in his place Ankara escort for a moment, like he was waiting for something. I instantly got the hint, kneeling, squeezing my nose between his buttcheeks, and crawling behind him towards the bathroom.

“I have a big steam loaf to drop. In the meantime, you can suck on my toes.”

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

While Garrett started to take his morning dump, spreading its fragrant smell in the air, I picked up his right foot in my hands and sucked on each and every one of his toes, making sure to stick my tongue into the cracks between them.

When he was finished, he simply pulled a piece of toilet paper, handed it over, and turned his ass to me.

“Get in there, fuckboy.”

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

I firmly pressed my fingers into his asshole through the toilet paper while swiping it up his buttcrack. When I got it out, I was surprised to find nothing but a mild stain.

“Flush.”

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

I threw the used piece into the bowl, and watched Garrett’s solid, brown log along with the used toilet paper disappear into the drain.

“You’re going to do this whenever I need to drop a bomb. Understood?”

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

Garrett spent the next hour at the gym, while I showered, tidied up his bedroom, and cleaned his bathroom. I remembered to take a sip of his cold, stale piss every now and then until the bottle was empty.

When Garrett came back, breathless, I groveled before his legs, mouthing both pairs of his sneakers, and pulling his shoestrings out with my teeth. I made sure to hold onto his shoes so he could take them off by dragging his feet out.

He stripped naked, leaving me to collect his drenched shorts and tank top while he walked towards the coffee table, where I had set a hearty breakfast of bacon, eggs, sausage, and buttered toast for him.

“Get under the table, faggot,” was all he said.

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

While Garrett enjoyed his breakfast, he made me go down on him. I no longer felt like I was sucking cock because it was my job, I was beginning to like doing it.

“You’re learning so fast,” he said between the bites. “You get better and better every time I use your mouth.”

While throating his cock, I even felt the urge to gag on purpose, just to send waves of pleasure through his shaft.

I was smart not to swallow without his permission, because as soon as he gave me a mouthful of his rich ball juice, “Open your mouth,” he ordered.

When I did, Garrett used the fork to add the last piece of sausage to the cum already on my tongue.

“Chew it.”

Repugnance was all over my face while I blended and swallowed the cheesy man fluid with the spicy meat inside my mouth, which only led him to snicker.

“Clean the table, put it Ankara escort bayan away, and get me a coke.”

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

While Garrett sipped on a cold one-liter bottle of soda, burped, and watched some Netflix, my job was to rub his feet, ankles, and calves after his intense workout.

“That will do,” Garrett said later, lifting both of his legs and placing them on my shoulders. “Come closer and get on your fours.”

That’s how he made it clear that one of my duties would include serving as his footrest. In that position, he made sure that every breath I took would be soiled with his crotch sweat.

“So, what is it like to have a clit for a penis? How can you ever please a woman?”, Garrett asked randomly, with his legs still resting on my back half an hour later.

“Sir, I’ve never been with one, Sir,” I confessed, at which he lost himself laughing. “Sir, whenever I tried to hit on a girl, I ended up being ridiculed, yelled at, and sometimes threatened by their boyfriends, Sir.”

“Not that you and I are any comparable, but I’ve actually slept with many ladies with their husbands watching,” he bragged. “I have more chicks spreading their legs for me than I know what to do with. A couple of years back, one of my tenants even offered to suck my dick me every single day for a month while she looked for a job.”

I had already envied Garrett. He had the cock, the body, the career, and the lifestyle I had always dreamed of. Hearing about his sexual advantages was making me all the more furious.

“Is there anything about you that says ‘man’? You have no muscles, no body count, a clit where your cock is supposed to be, and the height of a woman. To top it all off, you have to eat ass for food. You’re a fucking travesty, pal.”

“Sir, you’re right, Sir. Sir, I’m a disgrace to mankind, Sir.”

“How much were you making as an automated bitch, anyway?”

“Sixteen thousand dollars, Sir,” I said in sheer embarrassment.

Garrett spat his coke laughing, and it splashed all over my face.

“I make 16K too. Only, per month.”

“Sir, I’ve never felt more inferior to you, Sir.”

After another sip, “That doesn’t include bonus, profit sharing, and what I make from my properties.”

While he enjoyed his ego stroke, I bowed my head down in shame. But I was just where I deserved to be, as a laughing stock for a far manlier and more successful man.

“This time, you’re taking it straight from the tap, but in small portions”, Garrett said, grabbing his cock.

I opened my mouth to swallow the first drop that washed my mouth.

“In no time, you’ll be able to drink my piss like a thirsty camel,” he said, proceeding to empty his bladder down my throat.

“Hold on, I have an idea.”

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

This Escort Ankara time, the stream didn’t stop until it filled my mouth, and I had to close it to keep from spilling.

“Lay on your back, and don’t swallow.”

I rested my body flat on the ground, face up, savoring Garrett’s bland soda piss, until he came back with a stripe of duct on his fingertips.

He approached to apply the duct tape to my mouth, and pressed it on my skin. I was so confused that I didn’t notice when he dropped an enormous wad of spit that landed on the tip of my nose.

Putting one foot next to my head, Garrett then crouched down over my face until his butthole was right on my nose. The chunk of spit, along with his ass slime, worked as an excellent lubricant for my nose to slide right in.

In under a minute, I began to bang my arms and feet into the ground as a beg for mercy from lack of oxygen, to which Garrett only responded by chuckling endlessly while his asshole twitched around my nose.

Garrett’s chuckles turned into audible laughter when he felt his butthole stretch around my nose with a monster fart, and I began to suck it into my nostrils out of desperation for air.

His laughter turned into uncontrollable cackling as he stood back up, and watched me cough more and more of his piss through my nose, wetting my own body.

“This couldn’t have gone any better,” he commented between loud, manly sighs of relief.

Eventually, Garrett removed the duct tape, and gave me enough time to go back to normal before making me suck his now-rigid cock again.

Hours went by while I took a much-needed day’s sleep, and he went out.

At 21:30, I received an alarming voice message from him.

“Hey, faggot. I’m bringing over a chick, and I want you to hide under my bed until I come back home. You’re going to come out as soon as I start fucking her doggystyle, only so you can tongue my balls and asshole. This is the closest you’ll ever be to a real, live pussy, so don’t ruin it.”

And indeed, Garrett’s body was flooded with pleasure while I secretly dug my tongue into his butthole and bathed his nutsack, and he drilled his cock into a young, soft, and wet piece of pussy.

It felt so good to finally hear a woman’s pleasure moans in real life, rather than through a speaker.

Every five minutes or so, I had to adjust the position and the rhythm of my head moving back and forth to keep my nose and lips up Garrett’s asscrack.

Garrett must’ve shot a volcano of cum inside the girl’s tight, warm, moist butthole, because his climax continued for over a minute. As he would later tell me, that it was possibly his most enjoyable fuck ever.

That night, I was made to go to bed with Garrett’s latest pair of used briefs covering my face, and his recently-worn socks stuffed in my mouth. I fell asleep with the bottom of his underwear – where his balls and asshole had been sweating for days – engulfing my nose, so that every breath of oxygen would be contaminated by his essence.

Thank you for reading chapter three. Any feedback will be appreciated.

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Running my fingertips down her ribs and over her hips, I suddenly draw back and bring my hand hard across the left side of her ass, drawing out a small moan. I know that, despite the tight pair of “daisy-dukes” she has on, the imprint of my hand will be a vivid red mark on her for a good long time.

“Hi, sexy,” I purr in her ear, “Did you miss us while we were gone?” My husband, our lover, has come up from behind pressing me into her, making me press her into the counter. The hot steam from the dishwater she was running flushes her skin a bright rosy pink. The heat swirls around us all, warming already heated blood. I press back against him allowing her just enough room to turn in our arms. Despite being the oldest of the three of us, she fits well under my shoulder, as I fit well beneath the shoulder of the youngest and tallest of us, my husband.

Pressing her again against the counter, I feel my husband nibbling lightly on the side of my neck. Melding my mouth over hers, I pull her hips flush with my own and grind against them both. Drawing a gasp of surprise and pleasure from my husband, as well as a groan of desire from my girlfriend, I feel him pressed snuggly against my lower back and hips. Smiling to myself, I disentangle and leave my husband to greet our lover in his own way.

I can tell that our Baby Girl had gotten bored in our absence, she had once again cleaned the house from top to bottom in the two days we had been away to visit family. It amazes me that, after spending her day cleaning at work she would come home and clean here as well, whether it really needs it when we leave or not. It makes me smile to know that we entertain her enough during the week to distract her from her OCD, at least for the most part.

Taking our bag into our room, I see that Baby Girl has finally got her room, since my family just moved out. It is still in need of a lot of items-like a bed and dresser-but she has the mattress and cushions from our old fold-out couch laid out on the floor and a rope strung between two hooks in the ceiling to hang some of the clothing I’ve purchased her. Going to my dresser, I slip out of my dress and panties, in favor of my favorite t-shirt and nothing else. The t-shirt is baggy and falls just low enough to cover my pussy and ass, if I don’t bend over that is.

Bending, I begin taking clothing from our luggage and putting it away where it belongs, laundry in the basket, clean clothing in the dresser. Coming to my husband and my bathing suits, I remove them from the plastic bag and start walking them to the bathroom to hang dry. As I pass my husband’s chair in the living room he wraps his arm around my waist and tugs me into his lap, wet bathing suits and all.

Tangling Ankara escort his hand in my hair, he kisses me with an ardor that hasn’t diminished in the three years we have been together. Running his hand up my bare thigh, he splays his fingers out over my inner thigh and squeezes lightly just below the juncture of my lower body. Sliding his middle finger lightly between the pink lips of my cunt, he finds my clit and rubs it lightly as he kisses me. Smiling as we break the kiss, I press my forehead against his and give him a peck on the tip of the nose.

“Love you, too, my little horn dog.” I giggle, as I stand and start again to the bathroom with the bathing suits. Hanging the top of my bikini over the shower rod, I think again about just how little these scraps of fabric cover. It was the closest fit I could find for my D-cup breasts, and I still fell out almost every time I dove into the pool or the lake. The bottoms didn’t cover too much more, despite being a small skirt design.

Finishing, I walked back into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of caramel flavored coffee, adding homemade hot cocoa mix that I made at Christmas time and a little bit of sugar, I take it and go sit in my chair in the living room. Picking up my laptop, I start working on my essay for class the next day. With my knees bent and my feet propped up on my footstool, I know I am showing off everything I have below the waist but don’t care, as it is only my two lovers there with me.

My husband, shirtless with his long hair braided down his back, sits in his favorite spot playing Black Ops 2 on his PS3, while Baby Girl finishes the dishes and starts dinner. When dinner is done, she brings both my love and I a plate and we all sit, talking and laughing for an hour or two, going over all the day to day goings on that we missed while we were apart. Baby Girl and I get up at about the same time taking our plates, as well as his, to the kitchen.

Her hand grazes over the back of my bare thigh and her nails slip beneath the hem of my t-shirt. Wrapping her hand around one round globe of my ass and squeezing firmly, she turns me abruptly into her and proceeds to do the same with the other hand as well, pressing me firmly against her from hip to chest. Locking her lips to mine, she grinds slowly against my hips as she kneads my ass cheeks in her hands.

Walking up behind her, my husband runs his hands up under her tank top and grabs her breasts. Massaging them tightly, he starts pulling hard on her nipples forcing us to break our kiss as she cries out in pleasure. Moving my mouth along her jaw line, I start nipping roughly at her neck and earlobe. Wrapping my fingers tightly in his belt loops, Ankara escort bayan I pull him flush against her ass making her cry out again.

Moving my mouth lower still, I nuzzle the edge of his hand. Sliding it back down her body, he slips it between us and down the front of her shorts so he can cup her pussy. Taking the place his hand just vacated, I maneuver the neckline of her shirt out of my way and take her nipple into my mouth. Sucking hard enough to bruise, I draw a gasp of surprise and pleasure from between her lips.

Releasing her nipple, I take her hand and draw her from his arms, leading her to the large almost-loveseat sized chair in our living room. Pressing her down into it, I position her with her head over the arm of the chair and myself between her knees. Coming around to her head, my husband unzips his jeans, drawing from them his long, thick member. Licking her lips, she begins to slowly run her tongue the length of his still partly soft cock.

As she feasts on him, I turn my attention to the bounty in front of my eyes. Slowly, I slide the zipper of her shorts down snagging the button from its resting place as I do. Cupping my hands under her backside, I grasp the waist of her shorts, lift her slightly, and quickly pull them down over her hips and thighs. Doing so leaves her bare from the waist down, and grasping her knees I press them up into her chest and lower my mouth to her wet, swollen pussy lips.

Lapping the sweet juice from her pussy, I run my tongue from her tightly puckered asshole, up over the space between her anus and slit, between her pussy lips, and on up to play my tongue, lips, and teeth over and around her clit, forcing a muffled moan from around the quickly enlarging shaft between her busily sucking lips. Spreading the delicious liquid over my lips, I suckle and nip her clit as I watch her slowly taking his cock into her throat making him release small moans of pleasure.

Licking again over the opening of her cunt, I gently guide a finger into the depths of her tight folds. As I begin to slowly slide first one and then two fingers, into her tight opening I go again to playing with her pert little clitoris. Watching along her body as my husband, having slid her shirt up over her tits, uses them as leverage to roughly fuck his cock deep in and out of her waiting mouth and down into her throat.

Picking up the rhythm of his thrusting, I begin roughly fucking her tight pussy with my fingers as I lick vigorously at her sensitive button. Running my free hand down between my own legs, I begin rubbing my opening wetting my fingers to slide them over my own clit. I can feel the walls of her cunt beginning to tighten as Escort Ankara she nears her climax, and I can hear in his breathing that he is getting close as well.

Sliding a third finger into her slick pussy, I continue the rhythm thrusting my fingers deeper and harder into her. Watching him fuck her mouth, and hearing their moans I am getting close myself. As I feel the walls of her tight, hot cunt start to spasm around my fingers, I hear him thrust down her throat once more as he cries out his release.

Continuing the pressure, I draw her orgasm out for as long as I can as she does the same to him. Listening as she draws small sounds and squeaks of pleasure from him, rockets me over the edge and I feel myself blown apart, floating in space slowly gliding back to earth alongside the two people I care about the most in my world. When I am able to stand, I draw him to his feet from where his legs gave way and take him into the bathroom to shower.

Unfortunately, all three of us can’t fit, so she has to wait for one of us to get out. Taking the scrubby, I begin running it roughly over his body washing away the sweat. Soaping my hand, I wash his balls and then grasp his shaft firmly in my slippery fist. By this time he is almost fully recovered from our previous play and is starting to get hard again.

Rinsing himself off, he goes down on his knees between mine and proceeds to start cleaning the juice from my cunt with his tongue. Finding that I am in no need of wetting, he hooks the backs of my knees with his elbows and lifts me with his hands grasping my ass. Settling me firmly on his now rock hard cock, he begins roughly sliding himself in and out of me.

I wrap my arms around his neck, bracing my back against the shower wall. Pressing my mouth to his, I breathe a moan between his lips. I can feel myself getting close again from the hard fucking my pussy is being given. Matching his rhythm as closely as I can, I thrust him deeper into my throbbing pussy. The feeling of his hard cock bumping hard against the opening of my cervices sends me over the edge. As I come back to myself, I feel him release into me and it sends me over again. One orgasm rolling into another, as his cock spasms within me over and over again.

Sliding my legs slowly to the floor he supports me as best he can as we recover once again. Letting the warm water wash over us, until our legs can hold us again. Getting out we let her know that if she wants a shower she better get in before the water gets cold. Sliding into the bathroom she gets undressed the rest of the way, gives us both a kiss and a wink and slides into the warm waters of the shower.

My husband and I, exhausted, crawl into bed and lay wrapped up in each other’s arms listening to the shower run. A little while later, the water stops and she comes into our room, wrapped up in a fluffy white towel. Dropping it, she crawls into bed beside my husband and we all fall asleep to the sounds of each other’s breathing… at least for an hour or two.

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Darnell Jackson Jones here. Friends call me D. J. I’m a big and tall black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I’ve got a spicy story to share with you. It involves some of my sexual proclivities. Strap-on sex is addictive, folks. I’m not even going to lie. Right now, I’m in bed with my wife Patricia Solomon Jones and our friend Janice Brunswick who’s visiting from the state of Maine. Patricia is putting on quite a show for our friend. And she’s plowing my ass with her thick strap-on. I love my wife! She’s around five-foot-ten, somewhat thick, with big tits and a fat ass. Her skin is alabaster and her hair is blonde-white. Her eyes are an icy green. She weights two hundred and fifty pounds and she’s a lot of fun in bed.

I stroke my cock while Patricia rams her plastic dick deep inside my asshole. A long time ago, I told her about this particular fetish of mine and she has been really understanding. I guess I lucked out. Most women wouldn’t have been so understanding. They want men to pay attention to their sexual and emotional needs but couldn’t give a damn about satisfying our needs. Must be why so many marriages break up these days. My Patricia renewed my faith in marriage. She’s willing to do whatever it takes to make it work. That’s one of the many things I like about her.

Patricia grabs my hips and slams the dildo deep inside my asshole. I scream as she fucks me. Man, I ain’t going to lie. This stuff hurts, even though she took great care to lubricate my ass before fucking me with her dildo. We’ve done this mad times before. I guess you could say we’re anal sex enthusiasts. My wife and I love anal sex, as you can see. And we’re both heterosexual. Most guys who are into strap-on sex aren’t gay or bisexual. If they were, they’d do it with a man rather than a woman. Yeah, most people who look down on strap-on enthusiasts don’t bother Ümraniye Escort to think about those facts. To hell with them.

Most of my friends would be really surprised if they knew my wife and I were into this kind of kinky stuff. I’m a patrol officer with the Massachusetts State Troopers. She’s a corrections officer with the local department of corrections. We’re a conservative couple living in a nice apartment on Brockton’s West Side. Most people who know us don’t realize how freaky we are. That’s okay because we prefer it that way. It’s more fun for us. While Patricia fucks me, Janice Brunswick watches. She seems really turned on by what she sees.

Janice is a tall, heavyset and big-bottomed middle-aged woman with dark brown hair, light bronze skin and pale green eyes. She’s of Irish and Italian descent. She is really kinky. She and Patricia used to be roommates back in college. She’s completely naked, fingering her hairy pussy while watching Patricia fuck me with the dildo. At some point she decides to participate. She asks me if I want her to suck my cock. I looked at Patricia, who smiled and nodded. Janice fastens her lips around my nine inches of long and thick, uncircumcised black dick. She gently plays with my foreskin while giving my cock and balls a tongue bath. This broad really knows how to suck cock. I can tell. It’s all about technique and Janice seems to have plenty. Man, I was really loving the heck out of this arrangement. Having one woman sucking my cock while another woman fucked my ass with a dildo was turning me on like you would not believe.

Patricia slammed her dildo deeper and deeper into my ass. I screamed as she worked most of the dildo inside of me. After a while, she changed the tune. She pressed a button on the dildo, and it squirted hot artificial cum deep inside my ass. I screamed Ümraniye Escort Bayan even louder. This stuff turned me on so much that I came, filling Janice’s mouth with my cum. The middle-aged woman from Maine drank every last drop of my seed. I couldn’t believe it. Where did she learn how to do that? Slowly, Patricia pulled the dildo out of my ass. I breathed a sigh of relief. She asked me if I liked what she did. I nodded. Hell yeah, I liked it a lot! What man doesn’t want a hot and kinky wife? We tried something completely different a few moments later.

Patricia got on all fours and spread her plump ass cheeks wide open. I came up behind her. Gently, I rubbed my long and thick black cock against her asshole. With a swift thrust, I went in. Both her ass and my dick were well lubricated so penetration was smooth and easy. We were both really experienced when it came to anal sex. Patricia’s asshole gripped my dick like a vice. She urged me to fuck her harder. And so I did. Meanwhile, Janice Brunswick got hold of the strap-on dildo. She strapped it on, then came up behind me. She pressed the dildo against my asshole and pushed it inside. I grimaced as I felt Janice’s dildo enter me. She began fucking me hard and fast. Just the way I liked it.

Man, this stuff was driving me wild. Having my big black cock deep inside a big white woman’s tight asshole while another big white woman fucked me in the ass with her big strap-on dildo. This was the kind of kinky stuff even porn stars could only dream of. I was having the time of my life. I fucked Patricia, slamming my cock deep inside her asshole. She screamed passionately and urged me to fuck her harder. The harder I fucked Patricia, the harder Janice slammed into me. We went at it like this for a long time. Afterwards, we rested a bit before going for round three.

This Escort Ümraniye time, Janice wanted to try my dick. And so she did. I lay flat on the bed and she climbed on top of me. Slowly, she lowered herself onto me until her pussy was impaled on my dick. My wife Patricia watched us, fingering her neatly shaved pussy while we did our thing. I gripped Janice’s hips and thrust into her. The middle-aged woman’s pussy was surprisingly tight. I fucked her hard and fast. She squealed in delight. Then I had a go with her ass. I put her on all fours. Face down and fat ass up. I spread her plump ass cheeks wide open and pushed my cock into her shit hole. The first thing I noticed was that Janice’s asshole was really tight. Quite possibly the tightest ass I’d ever fucked. Secondly, she was a real screamer! She screamed like a madwoman as I plunged my cock into her asshole. What’s her problem? I didn’t scream this much when she was plowing into my black ass with her dildo earlier. So what gives?

I began slamming my cock mercilessly into Janice’s ass. I wanted to make her pay for sodomizing me so roughly earlier. Yeah, time for this big-booty middle-aged white bitch to get a taste of her own medicine. Grabbing hold of her long dark hair, I fucked her ass like she was a cheap prostitute. She squealed and even farted while I fucked her in the ass. I couldn’t believe it. This chick held nothing back! Well, neither did I. Tapping that big ass of hers pleased me like you would not believe. Those who can dish it out but can’t take it should always get a taste of their own medicine. We went at it until I came, flooding Janice’s asshole with my cum. Her scream could have woken up the dead.

Half an hour later, the three of us hit the showers. Then, Janice kissed us goodnight on our doorstep and got back into her car. She had a long drive back to Maine. As for me, I was feeling like a million bucks. Patricia wrapped her arms around me and kissed. She laughed, saying I destroyed Janice’s ass. I laughed. You know what, I probably did. The bitch needed it. Patricia and I got back inside. The night wasn’t over yet. Not for us anyway. The fun was just beginning.

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This is the true tales of my journey into bisexuality. It is exactly as I remember it, not exaggerated or glossed up to make it more exciting, this is simply my journey. I enjoyed it, I hope you do too.

I think I have been a little bit bi-curious for years, since primary school even, but without even realizing it until later in life. I remember my usual friends who were into football and rugby and things but I always seemed to have a close friend who didn’t really fit in with my other friends, who just hung about in a different group. Looking back they were all quite similar, a bit more boyish, and feminine if that makes sense. I realize now that too that I was attracted to them in some way, but perhaps because I didn’t ‘fancy’ them I didn’t realize what it was even though I was certainly attracted to them somehow. I have never what you would call ‘fancied’ any guy, I don’t walk past guys in the street and think they are fit or that I fancy them. The thought of kissing a guy is actually a bit of a turn off, I’ve always been interested, physically anyway, in below the shoulders and above the knee! Obviously, I always connected mentally with these friends but never really understood they other things I was feeling at the time, this would have been throughout the later years of primary school and secondary school.

Over the years I forgot about those feelings but as timed moved on and with the internet making all porn more accessible I started to realize I enjoyed looking at cocks in hetro porn, subsequently I must have looked at bi and gay porn too and eventually the curiosity got the better of me and I decided to do something about it. I am not at all proud of the fact that I was with a female partner at the time but I am proud of the fact that I took the plunge. There are probably numerous guys out there, amongst my friendship group even, that are curious but have never dreamed or been brave enough to do anything about it, so I walk tall knowing I had the guts to at find out.

I found myself browsing craigslist personals while at work, in the m4m, mm4m, m4mm sections and initially just fantasized about some of the adverts and even messaged a few guys but never went through with anything. Most of them were looking for more than I was prepared for so were never going to go anywhere but I enjoyed the email interaction, picture swapping and fantasy of it all. A lot of the reason why I didn’t go through with anything at the time was because I was scared that something bad would happen, like really bad, even getting murdered or something so I was very cautious, with numerous emails and back and forth and if I got any slightest doubt I wouldn’t go through with it.

Another part of my nervousness was that I wouldn’t know if I would like it or not and didn’t want to waste anyone’s time by getting there and freaking out! At the same time I had also had an keen interest in photography and like lots of guys, and girls, had taken intimate shots of myself, but I had wanted to make them more than just snaps, I wanted them to be more like erotic art. I had taken a few good shots of myself and was really pleased so had also been browsing a site called Purpleport where photographers and models could meet and arrange shoots. Eventually I twigged that a photoshoot might be a good place to start, a male photographer, and I could find out if I enjoyed being naked in front of another man at least but without the worry of not enjoying another man’s touch. Some would say that is a very bold way to start, straight into a photo shoot but to me it felt like I was more in control of the situation.

And so, eventually I stumbled across an advert on Craigslist from a photographer looking for a guy for a solo shoot, I can’t remember the exact advert but I’m certain it advertised that it was for a solo masturbation shoot, at his home Brixton I believe. I did my research prior to my shoot and it turned out he was a professional photographer called Adrian Lourie, he did shoots for big national papers and had shot with Adele and other massive names. He also created and edited a monthly men’s ‘Smut’ magazine called ‘Meat’ which was a gay publication. It wasn’t a Porn magazine, like I say it was ‘smut’ in a pop art sense almost, lots of bright bold underwear and jockstraps from what I remember. Eventually, I was really comfortable with Adrian so we agreed on a date and I set off to London for the start of my bisexual adventure…..

1. First Beginnings

I remember getting off the train and starting the walk to his house, Brixton isn’t the nicest area perhaps but I had done my homework on Adrian and where he lived, a bit of Google streetview too so I knew what to expect. I remember showering the night before and being excited at the thought of it and getting hard while I shaved my cock and balls. As I walked I was so nervous and and it as one of those times when you aren’t sure if you want to do it but I found myself continuing to walk and follow his Ankara bayan escort directions.

As I walked up to the front door I didn’t give myself a chance to back out and knocked straight away, this was it, too late to go back now. Adrian was very friendly and could tell I was nervous so he offered me a cup of tea and we just chatted and he showed me the ‘Meat’ magazine to show the style of his photography. Some of the images in the magazine were taken where he proposed to take the shots of me, which was in an empty back room with a single full height window with net curtain. He preferred to shoot in natural light.

He talked me through the process and we were going to do some fully clothed casual shots to warm up, and then built to layers coming off, down to my boxers and eventually to fully naked and if all was OK to solo masturbation. Adrian knew I hadn’t done anything like this before, not just the shoot but anything with/in front of another guy before either.

The casual shots were just leaning against the wall, arms folded and then hands in pockets, just your standard stock images. I was already enjoying it, despite my nerves and excited to start getting some layers off and see how it felt. I had been naked in front of guys before in rugby changing rooms and always enjoyed looking around, but was always terrified of starting to get hard and a few times, I had to literally have the quickest shower, just in case. I was probably over thinking it! It was almost the thrill of being naked and free with other guys that I enjoyed as much as taking sneaky glances at the other shapes and sizes of cocks in the changing room I would have only been 18 or 19 at the time so relatively sexually naïve too.

I realized though that although I had been naked and free in the changing room I hadn’t been truly free. If I had I would have been able to allow myself to get a bit excited and for my cock to swell. Now though, in this shoot with Adrian I was about to be truly free, to be naked in front of another guy, and to free to get hard if I wanted too, with no judging and no rugby ‘banter’ to worry about. It felt like no time at all and I was down to my boxers. I was still really nervous at this time, and although I was incredibly excited, I wasn’t hard. He sat me on a stool and I leaned back against the wall and just pulled the top of my boxers down a little, and held my ‘package’ through the material for the camera. Eventually I revealed my cock to another man ‘deliberately’ of the first time. The fact that he was fully clothed felt like it gave me all the power, yet I felt incredibly vulnerable at the same time.

When I was finally fully naked, it felt so incredibly liberating, and exciting, the buzz and adrenalin rush was huge. I was still soft at this time but knowing he was looking at me and I could hear the click click of his camera. I needn’t have been nervous about whether I would enjoy the experience or not, deep down I knew 100% I would, I just needed to take the step. As I slowly started to hold myself, my cock and balls, slowly stroking myself I felt myself getting hard, pulling my foreskin back to reveal the engorging head of my cock. That moment will stick with me for life, I was naked, in front of another man, getting hard and touching myself for his camera lens and I was loving every second.

In no time I was fully hard, stroking my cock, masturbating, wanking for him to capture. I was completely naked and doing what is usually only done in private with no one watching, yet here I was and there was another man, watching and photographing my most intimate private moment, sometimes less than a foot away. Initially I stroked myself slowly and he directed me a few times, different positions, sitting, standing, holding my balls tight, my cock was absolutely throbbing!

I remember Adrian having to adjust himself but apart from a brief moment where he was tempted to ask to get involved he was very professional and I felt completely at ease. Sometime I would stope stroking myself and just hold my cock tight so he could get in close and capture the details of the veins and lines.

After about 45 minutes of shooting he asked if I was happy to try and capture me cumming for the camera. I was definitely ready to cum for him. At this point I was lying back leaning against the wall and he was almost over me and between my legs. As I quickened my stroking, it didn’t take long to feel my orgasm building. Adrian got right down level with my cock and I could hear the camera rapidly firing off shots as he held the shutter down to capture the moment as I came for him. I still remember the pulsing of my cock as I came, my cum pulsing out of my cock and running down my shaft, over my hand. I recall it felt like I was still oozing cum as he fired off more shots capturing the aftermath. After he was done he went off to get me a towel to clean up. Afterwards as I was dressed it felt odd going through the Escort bayan Ankara images on the camera, being fully clothed and casually chatting looking at pictures of myself naked and masturbating on his camera like it was the most normal thing in the world, commenting on some good shots we both spotted. He was going to send me all the edits in a few days. These pictures were never for public viewing it was just a private shoot between the two of us.

My final memory from that day was leaving his house and walking back to the station. I felt a huge sense of pride as I walked, and although people have sex all the time, it felt a bit taboo and exciting to look around at the people I was passing and them having no idea what I had just done. It was also confirmation that I definitely enjoyed being naked with another man and being hard with another man, the thrill of the photoshoot was incredible too. It wasn’t too long before I was looking for the next encounter…..

2. Just Making Sure

I tended to browse the adverts on Craigslist looking for a model for an artist or photographer as I had enjoyed my first experience and it left me more in control of the situation. I certainly wasn’t ready for anything more at this stage and never even considered adverts for people looking for more.

After some time browsing I found another good ad with potential. An artist/photographer who wanted to take some pictures for an art project. He wasn’t English and he wasn’t as clear with his email about what he wanted, aside from it would be pretty low key with the focus on creating some images for his art projects. I did my research again and became comfortable enough to meet him, I think I managed to make it work with a work trip to a site into central London. I think I was equally nervous about the shoot and also being caught out by my bosses for being in the city longer than I needed to be so I distinctly remember feeling more pressure for time and only had an hour maximum so it had to all move quite quickly.

We met at his rented flat, it was quite small but tidy and clean. This time there was no warm up as such, just a glass of water and I was straight down to being naked. Again my nerves meant I wasn’t hard initially, and with the time constraints and less direction from ‘Seb’ I wasn’t as confident in front of the camera, which was also just a standard ‘snap’ type camera, which I felt was a bit of a let down as I wanted to help create high quality erotic images. Still, I was learning and was definitely enjoying the experience all the same.

The shoot took place on a very plain bed, white pillows and duvet and that was it. I sat in various poses, leaning back with my arms on my knees, kneeling, cross legged, laying back with one leg up. It was quite casual and because we hadn’t specifically discussed anything further I felt much more like an artist model there to help him out than for me. Though I was still getting a thrill from being naked in front of another clothed guy again, regardless of whether I was hard or not.

After a while we did some shots where I was covering my cock and balls and then just cupping them, holding them in my hands. As he was taking these shots, I adjusted my hands a few times and while doing this my grip inadvertently slightly drew my foreskin back, revealing the tip of my sensitive bell end. This felt like a rush of electric through my body. Although I was naked already it wasn’t until my foreskin started to draw back that I felt intimately naked, my foreskin felt like the last layer of clothes to come off. I was immediately conscious though that he may not want that for his images, should I be getting slightly hard, has he noticed? Do I need to try and control myself? A few more shots later, I just decided to push it a little and pull my foreskin right back, fully revealing my rapidly engorging helmet. I did it initially to give him some different photos and as he didn’t complain or say anything I just carried on slowly touching myself and stroking my cock, not trying to hide that I was now incredibly turned on.

Seb stopped taking as many pictures now and spent more time watching me, he never moved from the end of the bed during the shoot, and seemed content to keep at a distance. I changed position a few times, taking ideas from my previous shoot with Adrian, laying back or sitting up, pulling on my balls. I was getting very close to cumming by now and told him so, with that he said “I think we stop shooting now”, put the camera down and moved round to the side of the bed and sat down by my feet. I was leaning back against the wall, my legs bent up but spread apart as I wanked myself closer to orgasm. He didn’t actually touch me, just sat there watching closely, then when I said I was about to cum he reached out and started massaging my balls with his hand. I cant actually remember too much about it after that, my overriding thought at the time was that I was being Bayan escort Ankara touched by another man. I didn’t not like it but I can’t remember loving it either, just that he was touching me. I do remember that there was a lot to clean up so I must have enjoyed it more than I realized at the time!

Time was still short so there was no reviewing images this time, just clothes on, a few quick good byes and that was it. Done. It felt even more surreal, it was just part of my normal working day, I as back to work within another hour. I found it harder to process, it wasn’t quite what I had hoped for as it was quite rushed and his camera didn’t inspire me that the images would be any good, but at the same time, I still loved being naked and exposed, and I knew I wanted more, the next step was to find out if I enjoyed being properly touched by another man……

3. This is More Like It

I was incredibly nervous about this one. Again, it was while I was on a work visit into London, around the Kentish Town area and I had seen a advert from a guy offering no strings Lingam massages. A Lingam massage is not about a quick hand job to get you off as quickly as possible but a slow, sensual and tantric style massage of the penis, balls and perineum using a variety of techniques, from just fingertips to fingers, palms, whole hands and often two hands together combining techniques. The aim to slowly build and create waves of pleasure, rising and falling with potentially multiple orgasms.

For my first introduction to being touched by another man sounded like the perfect opportunity. I remember getting my visit over with quickly and I was so nervous, I nearly didn’t go in at all. I must have said I was nervous in a message to him as he invited me in first for a cup or tea and to see if I wanted to go through with it. It was odd going in and coming out of his house again with nothing happened. In a way it settled my nervousness and fear of getting murdered at least, but in another way it made it even worse going back. I had been in his house already, all I had to to was get on with it but because I left when I went back to knock on the door a second time my excitement and nerves were at an all time high. This was it, I was going to be naked with another man, who was going to be fully clothed and he was going to slowly stimulate me to orgasm.

He left the room while I got undressed and when he came back in he instructed me to lay on the bed. As I say I was very nervous but excited. He used some warm oils and as soon as he touched me I felt close to exploding there and then! He had clearly done this before, in fact he had said when we had had tea earlier that it was almost a kind of hobby for him, he enjoyed making guys cum, and considered himself a bit of a master of the Lingam massage. Too which I can confirm he was! He used lots of techniques, often long, slow but firm strokes. Sometimes gripping tightly with just his thumb and forefinger wrapped around, starting at the head of my cock, gripping tightly and pulling down so my bellend ‘popped’ through his thumb and finger before continuing right down to the base.

Other times he would use both hands, and overlaps them repeatedly so my cock was never without a hand on it, I was throbbing and more than once I had to warn him I was close to cumming. He seemed a bit disappointed but it was more a compliment to his cock handling skills and talent than anything. This went on for 40 minutes or so, all the time I was just laying back, watching and enjoying the sensations he was creating. He would leave my cock alone and just spend 5 minutes massaging my balls and perinium, with the warm oils it felt incredible and I didn’t want it to end, but with his hands working my cock and balls it was always just a matter of time before I couldn’t hold back any longer.

When I was ready to cum he got up and we changed position, he sat up in front of me now, and told me that he was going to use his hands and arm to effectively create a flesh light. I was now on my knees facing him sitting back, he placed he hands and arms in such away to create an opening and his told me he would keep his hands like that and I was to fuck them until I couldn’t hold back and to cum over him, I was too turned on and excited to hold back any longer so slid my cock into his hands and started to thrust into them, the oils making it slide easily into his hands and it wasn’t long before I came hard into his lap and over his t-shirt. I remember looking down and watching a huge amounts of cum flood out of my cock over his clothes, he even commented afterwards that it was a lot of cum!

After I was cleaned up I left pretty quickly afterwards, but was still nervous as I walked back through Kentish Town to the station. I wish I hadn’t been so nervous, but as it was my first time being touched by another man like that I probably didn’t relax and enjoy it as much as I could have. I could have soaked up the experience a bit more and gone with the flow. I have no doubt that he could have had me cumming over and over if he wanted too!

After this though there was only one more stage to see how Bi I really was. I think I knew the answer to this already but now I needed to feel another guys hard throbbing cock for myself….

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You’ve been sent on an exploratory adventure by a lover who has challenged you with a dare. Being the strong, assertive woman you are, the challenge has been accepted, with the proviso that afterwards you, in turn, will have a challenge for him. Knowing men as you do, there is little doubt in your naughty mind that you can meet the challenge, and return tit-for-tat.

As directed, you enter the adult bookstore. The crowd is thin, but there are a few leering perverts in some of the aisles furtively scoping the nasty, glossy magazines and turning away from prying eyes to prevent unwanted intrusions into the nasty perversions that stir within them.

They seem surprised at your entrance, (all but the clerk, who just nods knowingly at one of his favority customers). As you casually stroll between the stacks some of the guys hurriedly replace the magazine’s they’ve been drooling over and retreat, as if ashamed of themselves for looking at what, in most instances, are fairly mainstream ‘dirty books’ on display. Others seem somewhat less intimidated, but still cautious, and some of them simply close the ‘stroke books’ they were scoping only moments before your arrival. As you walk down the first aisle you notice, from the still visible cover pages being held close to each man, such titles as “Willing Wives” — “Oral Delights” — “Anal Pleasures” — and other routine come-ons. You turn the first corner, stopping momentarily to examine the end-aisle display of dildos and vibrators. You playfully squeeze a couple of them, and the guys nearest you catch an audible “uh, huh” escaping from your lips. It’s one of your sexiest trademark sounds, a naughty acknowledgment of self-satisfaction that lets the lucky listener sense your sassy approval. You know that some of the customers are both thrilled and intimidated by your presense, and you feel a surge of adrenalin as you notice a prominent bulge here and there.

You start down a second aisle, with nastier titles like “Bad Assbanging Sluts” — “Maid to Serve” — “Creampie Cuntlappers — “Forced Suck Off” — “Gang Bangers” — “Bukakke Bitches” and “Glory Hole Days.” Your own arousal increases with each magazine you examine, and the fact that a couple of men are checking you out surreptitiously over the covers of their own favorite hardcore porno ‘zines only adds to the wetness between your legs and the all over tingling you feel. You’re drawn to one magazine in particular that features graphic pix of guys with very hard cocks. You’ve always liked these. You stop and pick out one publication featuring really big cocks, and lots of them. It has several pictures on the cover depicting various scenes, including some with Ataşehir Escort bi-sexual and even some homo-erotic themes. No matter, you just like all those big juicy cocks! Feeling confidant that you will purchase that one, you slowly and patiently tear off the plastic cover, opening it wide to the centerfold page. The men in your aisle (and even a couple the next aisle over) can now clearly see where your immediate interests lie. The thought excites them, and that excites you. One guy lowers his head and looks at you like a disapproving father figure, but you return his look with a smirk. “God, these look good” you murmer just load enough to be heard. He adjusts himself beneath his pants as you saunter casually by, sneaking a sideways glance at the pix he’s been eyeballing. You notice more than one shot of big dicks being sucked by a slutty bitch who is surrounded by horny men of all types and varieties. “Mmmmm” you say, and he returns the smile you offer him.

You pluck a realistic looking double-headed dildo from another end rack, and then approach the cashier to make your purchases. He tries hard not to pay too close attention, but when you hand over the cash and say, “Make the change in one dollar bills; I’m going to visit the booths in the back,” he can’t help suppress a shit-eating grin.

“Be my guest,” he responds, as he counts out the change, “Would you like me to hold your purchase items for you?”

“Yeah, you can keep the magazine for me, but I’ll take this back with me if you don’t mind.” You pocket the change and leave him to his randy thoughts.

Entering the dark hallway in the back of the bookstore, you stop to see what raunchy videos are being featured. You pick the nastiest one you can find and then head for it. You push the door open and go inside. You close and lock the door and then remove the double-headed dildo from its wrapping. As your eyes adjust to the light you notice, to your surprise and delight, that the booth is equipped with a glory hold on each side. You think to yourself, “This oughta be good.” The film starts, and it is indeed a nasty one. Lots of sucking and group fucking going on. A woman is shown, surrounded by beefy hunks with big boners, and they’re being used to pleasure her every orifice. You quickly unbutton the top of your pants and unzip them, licking one end of the dildo until it’s nice and wet and warm.

You tease your pussy lips with the bulbous end of it, slipping your pants down halfway over your hips, then insert the toy into your now sopping and hungry pussy. When it’s halfway inside your cunt, you stroke it like a real man would, which has the added Ataşehir Escort Bayan effect of pumping it in and out of your hungry wet slit.

You hear the door to the stall next door opening and then closing again. You lean down for a quick peek at the glory hole, just in time to see a man unzip his pants and pull out his already hard dick. You get even more turned on knowing that you will soon be able to see him jacking off so close to you in the darkness of that forbidding place. You lean back and keep stroking your new cock in and out of your pussy, watching all the hard boners surrounding the cock-hungry slut on the video screen. You decide to just enjoy the flick, thinking that you’ll wait a few more minutes until the guy next door starts really jacking off in earnest before you take another peek at him. Instead, you see his eye trying to peek at you through the glory hole. You resist the impulse to cover yourself, and instead move towards the opening so he can get a close-up look while you keep on stroking your new cock. He hasn’t had time to adjust to the dim light before you present him with a tight view. He sees you jerking off within inches of his face. The idea that you are jerking your dick like that, so brazenly and so lewdly right in front of him, is a real turn. By now your panties would have been soaking wet if you hadn’t pulled them down halfway off your ass.

He presents his lips to the glory hole and whispers, “Let me suck your cock.”

A shiver runs through your body as you think about it. He’s sure to discern, despite the realistic aspects of the dildo, that it’s not a real cock. What then? But the idea of some guy sucking cock right in front of you… sucking on your cock… is too naughty to resist. You come up with a slightly crazy idea that just might work. You lean close to the glory hole again and say, “Okay, but first shove your cock through the hole and let me jack it off for you.” He doesn’t hesitate, and his bulging hot cock soon presents itself for your inspection.

You position yourself to get a good close look at it, while it sticks out through the hole. You run your fingers up and down the shaft and watch it twitch with each touch. “Stroke it” says the voice through the plywood partition. “Please… make me cum and then I’ll suck you off.” You close your fingers around the hot, pulsating pole and pump it, using the dildo to fuck yourself with your other hand.

The video screen shows a woman lying back on a mattress, surrounded by sweaty men, all of them jerking on their cocks and closing in to give her a cum bath while she finger fucks herself for them. The whole Escort Ataşehir scene is making you dizzy with pent up horniness. Within moments the real cock in your hand starts spurting a white spunky rope of jizz across the booth, seen in the reflected light of the video screen. What doesn’t arc across the booth soaks your hand. You milk the bone dry and then bring your cum covered fingers to your mouth, licking just a bit off as the real cock withdraws back through the hole. Lots of cum still coats your fingers. You insert them through the opening and, as you expected, wet lips begin licking your fingertips. Before the man can finish the job you pull your fingers back through the hole and use the rest of his cum to paint your cock. “That ought to tempt him” you think. Turning to face the glory hole, you slide just the tip of your cum covered dick through the aperture to the other side. “Suck on this” you moan. “Suck my cock.” He goes down on his knees in the darkness. You feel the slight pressure from his lips wrapping around your tool and, when is head starts bobbing up and down on it, that same pressure shoves the other end of the double headed dildo into your cunt again. You grab the middle of the shaft and start fucking his mouth with it, urging him on to greater effort. “Oh, Yeah! Suck that cock. Suck it, you cocksucker. Suck my big dick. Lick the cum off it.” Undoubtedly the man has come to realize that the cock is made of rubber, but the sheer nastiness of sucking on it through the glory hole and licking the cum off has him hard again in no time. It also has you very turned on, and you start jacking off with greater urgency, fucking his face and your cunt at the same time, getting so close…. so, so close….. You fist that dick faster and faster, like an errant schoolboy. The man’s mouth makes wet slurpy sounds on the dildo that increase your arousal, and then your body begins convulsing. Your thighs squeeze together like a vise around the dong. You cum so hard, almost shrieking from the intensity of it.

You slide the cock out of your pussy and pull the other end back through the glory hole. You remain panting for a moment, as the sound of the door opening and closing again on the other side informs you that the stranger has removed himself in a hurry after the anonymous encounter. “Did he ever realize that he wasn’t sucking on a real cock?” you wonder. “Probably, but who knows?” It was plenty real enough for me. “Next best thing to getting a real blow job” you say to yourself.

You get your things together and pick up the glossy magazine you left with the clerk. As you are leaving the clerk intones, “Come back again soon.” You think to yourself, “I surely will.”

Arriving home, your lover asks if you picked up the two items he sent you for.

You reply, “Of course.”

He inquires further, “You were gone a little longer than expected. How was your trip?”

You answer with a knowing smile, “It was glorious, really. Just glorious.”

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“Honey, let’s get ready for the party we have to be there around 6 before everyone gets there.” Says Sue.

Walking into the bedroom still in my uniform from work, I start unbuttoning my shirt asking, “Where’s the baby?”

“With the babysitter next door so that she doesn’t see us leave.”

“Why?” I ask curiously. I look at what she’s laying out on the bed. It looks like a very skimpy black dress with garter, nylons, fuck-me-pumps, and a few other accoutrements to go with the outfit. I look at her quizzically wondering what she has concocted this time for the costume party. Then I ask, “Is that what you’re wearing?”

She holds up the pumps and says, “Does this look like it will fit my size 5 feet?” As she’s walking over to me dangling the shoe in her hand with a sultry walk. She gets on her toes and plants a big kiss on my mouth wrapping both arms around my neck. As she slowly pulls back, she says, “Nope, these, my big slut, are for you!” She pulls back completely and shoves me onto the bed, kneels at my feet removing the shoes and socks I have on from work. “Let us see if I got this right, hmmmm.” She undoes the strap on the pretty red pump, slips it on my foot and cinches it up where it is a perfect fit. While I sit speechless wondering the hell is going on.

After stripping off my other shoe she grabs the other pump and gets it strapped into place. She stands up with a huge sexy smile on her face, grabs my hands, and pulls me back up onto the shoes. All of a sudden, I’m 6’4″ tall and she looks like a toy next to me at 5’2″. I wobble on the shoes trying to stay standing, finally getting my feet planted securely. She says, “Remember when you told me about what those girls and your sisters did to you when you were younger? I thought you’d be able to get used to these sexy shoes quickly with that experience. So, since you gave me carte blanch on the costumes, I decided you are going as a hooker and I’m your pimp.”

“Uh, are you seriously going to dress me in that?” I point to the dress on the bed. “Why would anyone want to see a hairy 6’4″ hooker? Oh God, this is going to be weird!”

“Are you going to refuse me?” She swats my ass real hard. “Well, I have a plan for all of it. Get everything off and meet me in the bathroom and I’ll show you what I’m going to do.”

I look at her with that beautiful face I so love and think, ‘Oh how bad can it be?’ I finish stripping off my uniform throwing them into the laundry. Nicely naked I head into the bathroom and find her sitting on the toilet seat waiting for me with a razor in one hand and cream in the other. ‘Oh no, I think I know where this is going.’

She smiles and says, “Hm, bet you didn’t expect this when you got home this afternoon did you? I’m glad you’re naked as I’m going to shave off every hair except what’s on the top of your head. You need to be as clean as a baby’s bottom! Get into the shower so we can just let it run down the drain without worrying about the sink. Let me see your hands.” She looks at my nails which need to be cut and they’re about ¼” longer than hers, “God, why do men’s nails have to be so nice, long and strong. So, let’s start with the backside, turn around and bend over.” She lathers up my ass including all the way in the crack.

“Why are you shaving there? Who’s going to see my ass?” Then I feel her unceremoniously shoving lathered fingers into my ass.

“Does this answer your question?” She pushes them as far up my ass as she can wiggling them around until she hears me gasp when she touches my prostate. “Maybe I should give you a little practice?” She starts finger fucking my ass and every time hits the magic spot.

I deeply moan every time she hits it and finally get my words, “Are you kidding? I can get kicked out of the military for that kind of stuff!”

“No, remember this party is my local friends and none of them are in the military. You know they’ll have pot around and I’ll have to send you out of the room. Figure I might be able to, actually, really, whore you out if someone is interested. Make some money off your parts, all three. I have a few girlfriends that want a bigger cock than their husbands have and I told them yours might be available tonight for the right price.”

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re, ug ah, going to make me do this.” In the meantime, it feels like half her hand is in my ass.

“Well, my dear this is going to be your special night. I hope you get truly well fucked and loaded with cum as I know there are at least 25 couples and a few single guys there tonight.” She removes her fingers, washes off and starts shaving my ass. “Bend all the way over and spread your legs.”

As I follow her orders I look down and see myself hard as a rock. She finishes my ass, legs, between and my balls. “Ok, done with this side. I’m so glad you’re not a hairy guy. Turn around. See just a little patch on your chest and the rest below your belt line.” She proceeds to lather me up and says, “Good, you’re Anadolu Yakası Escort hard, much easier to shave your cock that way.” I watch her while getting even harder, I swear I could cut stone with this hard-on. “Honey, I don’t think you’ve ever been this hard! Methinks you are getting kind of excited. So, maybe I can tell you the rest of my plan since you’re now thinking with this head.”

She plants a nice kiss and lick on my cock. “We decided to give you a complete makeover to ensure you look just like a small breasted tall slut that could easily be mistaken for a woman. Good thing you are so skinny, have high cheekbones, no Adam’s apple, and have such muscular runners legs as they’ll look fantastic in the nylons and pumps. Crissy is coming over in a little bit to work on the nails, feet and hands, makeup, and hair. Now, I’m finished with the rest of you, sit down so I can get the face just as smooth.”

She proceeds to shave my face and remove my moustache. After she’s done, she puts down the razor and smacks my cheeks with both hands planting a big kiss on my mouth. Just as Chrissy walks into the bathroom causing me to cover up a bit.

Sue says, “Yay, you’re here just in time. You, take a shower and dry off then we’ll get you ready for your debut.”

Chrissy exclaims, “Aw, he looks so clean and tasty all bald everywhere. Drop your hands and stand up so I can see what I’m working with!”

I drop my hands and stand up smiling at her. My rod sticking straight up like a flagpole. Chrissy says, “Oh, that won’t do! We’ll have to do something about that!”

Much to my dismay, Sue looks at me, while Chrissy gets a big mischievous smile on her face, and says nonchalantly, “Well go-ahead Chrissy, you told me yesterday you’d like a bigger cock than your hubby’s 5.5″ here’s 7 thick inches to play with. Just make sure he’s clean inside and out.” Sue leaves the bathroom and tosses in the water bottle saying, “Here’s what you’ll need.”

Chrissy starts filling the bottle with warm water saying, “I’ll step out once we fill you up then I’ll come back in and we’ll clean you up. I’ll take care of that pretty, big cock for you then!” As she closes the bottle, attaches the tube, and the insert nozzle she says, “Now bend over. Oh, look at that nice smooth ass! Have you ever had an enema before?”

I shake my head and she slaps my ass saying, “Good then this’ll be fun. Well, for me.” She puts some Vaseline on the end as I’m watching from the side, she puts it to my asshole and not so gently shoves it completely into my ass. It looked like it was a foot long but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t.

“Oh God!” I loudly exclaim as I see Sue comes back in to watch Chrissy turns the knob on the tube and I feel warm water start filling me up slowly.

“Well, that’s certainly too slow.” Chrissy and Sue both reach up and start compressing the bag.

I think, ‘Oh my God, that looks like a whole gallon of water!’

After about 5 minutes Chrissy says, “Now, I’m going to pull this out slowly and when you feel it is out clench your ass really hard so that no water gets out. Then get on your knees and put your head in the tub with your ass in the air. This will get it as far in as possible. When you can’t stand it anymore go to the toilet and get rid of it. We’ll do this once more before we shower you up and make you smell pretty.”

After finally expelling all that water and spraying deodorizer about I call out, “Ready” and they come back in to repeat the process.

Finally, all cleaned out as the last pass it was all water, they said, “Now time to get you cleaned up and ready.” I watch as Chrissy starts unbuttoning her blouse as Sue heads back to the bedroom she yells out,

“Hey we forgot the eyebrows!”

Chrissy says, “Oh yeah, let me grab the wax.”

“What!!” I exclaim.

“Well we can’t have those bushy eyebrows on our big whore, can we?” says Chrissy. She leaves the room and comes back with a makeup bag and other stuff saying, “Sit on the edge of the tub and close your eyes.”

She starts putting goop on my brows while I hear her moving around and feel a nasty pinch in my nose,

“Ow, that hurt like hell!”

“Well, we mustn’t have stray ugly hairs all about.” As she does the same to my ears. “Hey Sue, I thought you were going to get the ears pierced?”

“No, military won’t let him, I checked, so I found some nice clip-ons.”

“OK” Chrissy has put something else on the goop she put there and a few minutes later she reaches up and RIP.

“FUCK THAT HURT!”

“Well, big baby, that’s the first of 7 that will be pulled off!”

Not to belabor the whole process but after all that, I got to finish watching Chrissy take her clothes off slowly. She was built completely different from Sue, there were curves and nice D sized boobs as they came out of the bra I just stared in wonder. Hanging down a bit with large areolas topped with nipples that were the size of Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan a pen jutting out more than twice their size. “See what you made me do with your stares, now they’re all hard and need a good chewing. Get over here!”

I come out of the tub in a flash and latch onto those big beautiful nipples and start nibbling. “Harder! I’ve had 2 kids so they’re not as sensitive as they used to be.” She continues removing her shorts and panties. I break away and look down at a beautiful shaved pussy as she says, “You need a taste?” I nod and start sliding my lips down till I have my face buried in her pussy and my nose pushing hard against her clit that was three time larger than Sue’s. She shimmys back onto the vanity counter as she lifts her legs onto my back and lets out a loud moan. “Oh my, that is wonderful! Sigh, Sue oh you are so right he has a long tongue.”

From behind me I hear, “Ah, I see, he does love eating pussy! He’ll give you an orgasm very shortly once that long thumb gets in the right spot. There’s my pussy boy, eat her to a nice orgasm. Hey Chrissy, didn’t you just fuck your husband before coming over here?”

Hearing that it was confirmed that it was cum I could taste mixed with her copious amounts of pussy juice. “Yeah but he almost never gets me to cum. I see he doesn’t mind sucking some cum out of a freshly fucked pussy does he?”

I slide my mouth up to take her wonderful clit in my mouth sucking gently I hear much more panting coming from her as I slide my right hand up and insert my thumb into her very wet hole straight to the g-spot that Sue loves the most, wiggling my thumb, I lick her clit really hard pushing down and back and forth across it when she screams out, “I’m Cumming!!” I put my mouth back to her pussy to lick up all the liquid that is streaming out along with the bit of cum mixed in. “Oh, God! I’ve never cum that hard in my life!”

Sues calls out, “Wait till you get that big cock in there!”

Chrissy jumps up, starts the water, and pulls me into the shower. Where she immediately grabs my face with both hands and kisses me hard and long while the water streams over us. Meanwhile, she takes one hand down to my cock, pushing it down between her legs as I bend my knees enough to line-up with that pretty, wet, and ready pussy. As the head starts penetrating her previously fucked hole, she wraps both arms around my neck, pulls her body up a bit and wraps both legs around me immediately causing my cock to sink fully into her in one swoop. She pulls back from our kiss, looks into my face and says,

“God that feels wonderful! I’ve never been so full and just want to hold here a bit enjoying this.”

I push her back against the shower wall to take a little pressure off my back as she is heavier than my 100lb wife but boy what a wonderful additional weight as I feel her large breasts pressed against my now hairless chest. I reach down to her ample round ass with both hands and pull her up slowly letting my cock almost all the way out and let her back down. All I hear is moaning and panting as I slowly fuck her against the wall, she lays her head on my shoulder. She must have seen Sue come back into the bathroom as she says, “Oh God Sue this is so much better than a short little skinny cock. How do you

not, ug ah, do this 24 hours a day?”

“Well, the doctor fucked that up for me last time I was sewn up from giving birth to our son. Now it hurts and sometimes rips me. So, that is why I love getting eaten so much and then take care of him with my ass. Maybe I should go over sometime and fuck your hubby’s skinny cock.” Sue says with a laugh.

“Anytime you want to fuck him just come on over. First time should be a surprise as he has no idea, I’m doing this now. For now, I’m going to enjoy this wonderful cock. Oh God I need this.”

Chrissy pulls her legs back down as her ass slides down to the shower seat and I continue to fuck her slowly. “Faster, faster, harder, harder!”

Let loose, I started fucking her hard with long fast strokes I bring my mouth down to her beautiful nipple, suck it in, and bite hard just as my cock hits her g-spot again she lets out a scream, “Cumming!!” Her body shudders as I let her nipple fall, I’m getting close so I push as far into her as I can and let loose a huge load of cum deep into her pussy eliciting a gasp from her as she closes her eyes and breathing slows. I slowly pull out and she says, “No!!” Little does she know but I slide to the floor and lock my mouth on her pussy plunging my tongue deep into her pussy to clean up the mess

I made. “Oh God! I don’t know if I can cum anymore!” I move up locking onto her clit as I push my thumb back in repeating the process from earlier until I hear, “Oh Shit AGAIN!” Her body shudders and I swear she passed out for a minute. I start soaping down her body and mine as we do need to get moving.

We clean up each other, step out of the shower and Escort Anadolu Yakası I towel her off prior to doing myself so I can relish this wonderful buxom body in front of me. Even having to lift those wonderful breasts to dry underneath I can’t resist nibbling on the nipples getting a swat from Chrissy, “Stop that or you’ll get me started again. By the way, that was wonderful, I have never been fucked like that in my life. I almost never cum from just a cock and usually have to finish myself off. Maybe you can help me get him to eat me to an orgasm like that after we fuck.”

Whispering in her ear, “It’s been a long time since I’ve fucked a pussy as sweet as yours. I’d love to do it more often. I hope you can convince your hubby it’s a good idea to swap once-in-a-while maybe even for a whole night.”

She locks her lips on mine, parting mine with her tongue, teasing mine, and moans into my mouth, “Ah!”

I finish drying off and Sue comes in to drag me into the bedroom.

“Ok, first the makeup, Chrissy you’re up! Also, no more fucking till the party, then if you want him you have to pay! He’s only good for 4 or 5 times a night if we keep him horny.”

Chrissy proceeds to make my face into one a whore would have been proud to have! “I hate this! Men have long eyelashes and fingernails. Why do they look so pretty with mascara? Everyone would swear that these are fake! What do you think Sue?” As she puts on the finishing touch, lipstick, sliding a tissue for me to blot it. I smile and bat my eyes at Sue.

“Gorgeous, If I’d have known how good you look, we’d have done this a long time ago. God, you could almost pass as a woman! Well, if you had long hair, tits, and a pussy. Let’s get that wig out for you now.”

Sue reaches into a box pulling out a dishwater blonde wig that is about the same color as her hair. Puts it on my head securing it with bits of tape. Good thing I have very short hair from my military cut. She pats my cheek and pulls me up to go look in the bathroom. “Close your eyes, we will lead you. I want it to be a surprise.” They place me in front of the mirror and blurt out together, “Ok open them, wouldn’t you fuck Debbie? That’s your whore name we picked for you.”

I open my eyes as I smile slightly, “Oh my God, yes I most certainly would fuck Debbie” As my cock once again gets hard just looking in the mirror I think, ‘Well this may be more fun than I thought. I’ve always wanted to be a slut; I think if I was a girl, I’d have fucked every guy in school including the teachers. Guess it’s a good thing I was a boy I only fucked and got fucked by a few of them, even parents and teachers.’

“Ok, now for the best part!” Sue says as they skip from the room. I turn and look in the mirror thinking, ‘Wow, my runner’s ass looks pretty good too.’

The girls help me on with the rest of my clothes, panties she bought somewhere that are for hiding a cock folded under makes it look like there is a pussy, almost. Push-up bra makes it look like I have a-cup tits as long as I don’t flex. Sue brings the dress up over my head and slides it over my body feeling like I’ being encased in a sausage casing. I think, ‘Wow this is tight, guess I’ll have to really try not to get hard.’

I look down and see that the “dress” barely covers the tops of the nylons so if I bent over the garters would start to show. They push me back on the bed, grab a hand each, and start a manicure, again talking about how bad it is that men have such great nails too. Then they put on the shoes which scare me as I think it’ll be such a bear to walk.

All said and done it’s about time we have to leave for the party. Lastly, Sue puts her pearls around my neck and some clip-on earrings to finish the dress up. While Chrissy helps Sue get into her pimp suit, I go into the bathroom to take a look. I close the door so I can see in the full-length mirror and what is looking back is one hell of a sexy woman. ‘Wow, I’d fuck Debbie in a heartbeat.’

As I move back to the bedroom trying to get used to the heels, I see Chrissy lay a huge long kiss onto my “pimp’s” mouth obviously slipping her tongue into her mouth. They kiss while I stand there flabbergasted at the sight. Once they break the kiss, she looks over at me and says, “That was to thank your pimp for the ‘free’ use of her whore. Now you, our beautiful creation should fetch top dollar. Let’s go down stairs as I need to get ready myself and be sure hubby has his costume on too. Your boss says he can have a free hit on that ass at the party if he wants. Everyone is going to be told quietly that Debbie is on her period but loves a good ass fucking and it will probably more expensive as guys love fucking a nice tight ass.” She smacks my ass real hard on the way by me.

We all reach the top of the stairs and who is at the bottom but George, Chrissy’s husband. Chrissy goes down first, then Sue and finally Debbie with her eyes down to be sure she doesn’t stumble. She can’t see George’s eyes locked on her body as she slowly comes down the stairs. I look up and see Chrissy go past her husband, look back, turn around, putting her hand on his arm whispering, “That’s Debbie, Dan’s sister visiting from home and since Dan has to work, she’s going with Sue. You like? I may let you play with her if you’re a good boy.”

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