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DIRTY HARRIET AND POLLY
A STORY ABOUT TWO KINKY CROSSDRESSERS HAVING LEOTARD AND PANTYHOSE ENCASEMENT FUN.

I used to work in a hosiery/lingerie section in a department store. The manager was always impressed at my expertise on hosiery. During my shift customers would often leave with a fresh pair of tights or fishnets whether they needed them or not. They had no idea that in private I enjoyed crossdressing, calling myself Polly, and hitting on hunks in skintight stocking masks, in order to sit and rub my skintight Lycra and pantyhose arse on their nylon squashed face. One day this weird portly guy came into the department. He must have been in his late 40’s with dark thin hair, a big dome of a forehead and thin dark hair. Probably the type who buys tights for his ‘wife’ I thought.
‘That’s him,’ squealed Emma. Apparently this fellow had been banned from the store for stealing silky panties, small swimsuits and a shiny black girdle. My cock was hard as iron under my own tights and panties, just hearing Emma say tights, panties and swimsuits. To look at him, he wasn’t much. He had the dopey expression of a pervert.
‘He’s like ewww!’ said Emma. ‘I told my boyfriend that he should security given him a thump, when they caught him,’ she said, biting her lip, and eyeing him with suspicion. ‘I should call security,’ she said, brushing her hand over the hips, through he tight pencil skirt. She had such a curvy and amazing arse. I often thought about how the seat of her tight skirt would look like with my cum dribbling over it. What she didn’t know was that I would meet up with her boyfriend Ray and suck his rock hard cock through my stocking mask. But most of my favourite sexual experiences were with guys who didn’t fit into the classical hunk mode. Eventually a secretary guard escorted him out. I asked Emma to watch the store, as I had to pop out somewhere. Outside I caught up with the pervert. I got his attention, looked round and said ‘It’s okay. I understand. You like panties and shiny leotards?’
He nodded and smiled like an imbecile. I looked around and then whispered to him. I pulled the waistband of my trousers open, so he could see the waist band of my black tights and white panty girdle.
‘I’m also wearing an ultra-pad pantyliner,’ I smiled. ‘Feels good. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I want to help. You can say no, if you want, but I have loads of tights at mine. Panties, leotards, everything. You want to come round sometime?’
‘I’d like that, yeah!’
‘What’s your name?’
‘Harry.’
I told him to meet me after work. While on my afternoon break I bought a pair of 30 denier semi-sheer, shimmer, cinnamon tights for myself and black pearlescent glossy tights for Harry.
‘Are these for your hot date this weekend?’ smiled Emma as she served me. She knew I had a thing for tights and actually believed me when I said I bought them for the girls I dated, when she didn’t know that I usually bought them so I could wear them for her boyfriend.
‘You could say that,’ I winked.

At my place I gave Harry a drink. I was lounging around in an old white t-shirt and a pair of skintight blue Lycra shorts. I smoothed my arse. Harry grinned. I made sure to bend over as often as I could . At one point, as I picked up a pair of tights I had left strewn over the sofa from the night before I noticed him checking me out. ‘Are you looking at my arse?’ I joked, to which Harry blushed. I smiled as I placed myself on his lap and put my arms around him.
Harry was still smiling.
‘Maybe we could be like lesbian girlfriends. I’ll wear nice panties, tight leotards, pantyhose, anything. Bet you’d love to be with someone who lets you wear tights, who would wiggle their bum for you in Lycra and let you kiss them?’
‘Yes, please.’
‘Stroke my arse, Harry, and tell me that I’m beautiful.’ I rested my hands on his shoulders.
Harry stroked the tight shimmery fabric of my tight blue, Lycra shorts and said that I was beautiful. I cupped the back of his big head and spoke delicately and tenderly about how I used to sniff and wear the glossy black tights of mum’s best friend, Dawn, when I house sat once. ‘I knew then, when I looked in the mirror and smoothed the shimmery tights over my hips and thighs that I wanted to be with a panty sniffer like you. Kiss me!’ I said.
We kissed fully and very slowly for a good twenty minutes. His hands roamed my smooth arse in blue Lycra. Just the sound of our full, mouth open kissing, and the swish of his hands, smoothing my Lycra arse could be heard.
I led him into the bedroom and told him that I was going to dress him up and make him pretty for me. ‘If you wear these,’ I smiled, holding up a small tight shiny black leotard and a pair of high gloss black tights, ‘you must do what I say. Will you do that for me, love?’ Harry smiled and nodded. We took off our clothes. I decided to put on my red Lycra leotard, layering it with the cinnamon tights over the top. I loved wearing tights over my leotard so this was quite a thrill. As I tightly hoisted up the waistband I gazed at my arse in the mirror, enthralled by the curvy double shine my arse was giving off. The tights were stretched all the way up to my chest! ‘By the way, darling, call me, Polly,’ I said, bending over to fix my silver open toe sandals on my nylon feet.

Meanwhile Harry struggled at first but eventually got his full-bottomed, long sleeve black Lycra leotard on over his black tights. I couldn’t believe how tight it was over his plump arse, and how the fabric glimmered in the light. Harry smoothed his hands over his arse and chest, and in such a soft but sissy voice said ‘Ooh fucking hell!’
I then found a pair of black high heeled shoes for him to wear in his size. I asked him to perch himself on the stool before the mirror while I did his make-up for him. I straddled his lap and told him to place his hands under my encased arse, as I applied foundation and did his bahis firmaları eyes, before finishing his lips off with glossy red lipstick, We both giggled about how naughty it was. ‘I should call you Harriet,’ I grinned.
Once his face had dried, I found a shiny black stocking and pulled it tightly over his head. ‘Mmm, that’s better,’ I said, not being able to restrain my erection. It really distorted his fat, dopey face. ‘Here, Harry darling. Put this over my face,’ I smiled sweetly as I gave him a shiny cinnamon stocking to pull over my features. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth in bliss as I felt the nylon encase my face. For a moment we stared into each other’s eyes, transfixed at our shiny, sexy distorted features. We touched and caressed our glimmering, compressed features. My smile stretched my stocking mask. His hands were still stroking the smooth shimmer of my arse. We pressed our nylon cheeks together and looked in the mirror. We giggled.
‘I could get used to this,’ he said.
I pecked him delicately on his nylon lips. ‘Are you married?’ I asked.
‘Thirteen years now,’ he sighed.
We pecked again. ‘Well that, and how we’re dressed only makes this experience all the more special,’ I smiled. We kissed with slow but open mouthed passion, our lust only partially restrained by our super tight, glossy stocking masks!
I looked down at his crotch. He was as excited by this as I. I reached over and took a thick bobbed black wig with a long fringe and fixed it on my head. I climbed off Harry and ordered him to prance around the bedroom, wiggling his arse. He stood up in his heels and minced around, smoothing his hands over his curvy bum.
‘Fucking hell, Harry, yeah! That’s it, wiggle that arse.’ Harry wiggled and couldn’t stop beaming from behind his stocking vale. ‘Ask me if I like your arse, Harry, ask me if I want it!’
‘Do you like my arse? Is it pretty? Do you want it?’ he cooed.
‘Oh yeah, Harry. You’re such a sissy boy. Tell me that you’re a sissy. Say it in a sissy voice!’
‘I’m a sissy! I’m a sissy.’
I went over to where he was prancing, put my arms around his neck, stroked his face through the fabric softly and kissed his stocking lips through my stocking mask. It was so tender and slow, so erotic and warm. My body pressed tightly against his, my hands
moving down his encased shiny body to grip his curvy arse. I kissed him hard and fully.
‘Oh Harry, ‘I breathed. I squatted down and kissed his curvy arse. ‘Harry, love, I want you to keep saying ‘I’m a smelly panty sniffer’ while I caress you. Will you do that, honey? ‘Harry nodded and complied. ‘I’m a smelly panty sniffer,’ he said over and over again, between giggles.
‘Say it slowly and softly, babe, like it’s something precious!’ I ordered him.
By now my nose was buried between his encased buttocks, my hands ran up and down his shimmery nylon thighs and legs. I shook my head and sniffed him deeply.
‘Wiggle your arse in my face, love,’ I said. ‘Wiggle, my darling. Wiggle Miss Harriet Wiggle!’
Harry wiggled, and put a hand over his stocking mouth to stifle his giggles.
With his wiggles and my encased face pressed tightly as far into his arse as far it could go, along with his passionate utterances of ‘panty sniffer’, I could have sworn I wanted to cream myself stupid. I wouldn’t have swapped this moment for anything in the world. If my boyfriend had come home and caught us at it, I still wouldn’t have given up. He would have had to drag my face away from Harry, shaking in sexual anticipation. I sniffed and sniffed and sniffed. I thought about all those perverts on Xhamster whose arses I wanted to sniff deeply, all those big hunky cocks I wanted to suck and all those squashed, thuggish pantyhose faces I desperately wanted to sit on. It was like I could smell them here with me.
‘Lie down on the bed, honey, on your back,’ I ordered.
I placed my body on top of him, and kissed him slowly and passionately. It really turned me on so much that he wasn’t handsome and in many ways bordered on the ugly, but with his tarty make-up and with the outfit he wore, he was to me, that most attractive and sexiest thing on the planet, more sexy than my hunky boyfriend. As I writhed and kissed him passionately, I told him to rub my arse. It felt so good, our lips exploring each other’s, with no other sound in the room, other than the muffled groans of pleasure, the sound of our lips exploring each other through our nylon masks and the friction of his hands rubbing and smoothing over my stretchy skintight material.
‘Say ‘tights’ for me!’ I said.
‘Tights. Tights. Tights.’
‘Call me darling Polly,’ I panted.
‘My darling Polly!’
‘Pull the waist band of my tights up, Harry, pull it up nice and tight, skintight lover!’ I pulled away from Harry and got into a doggy position. ‘Pull my waistband tighter and look at my arse in the mirror. Tell me what a sexy fucking slut I am!’ Harry did what he was told straight away. I looked in Harry’s eyes. ‘I’d fucking love to fist you,’ I breathed.
I threw myself back on Harry, pushed him back on the bed and kissed him more madly than before in sexual bliss, through my stocking. ‘Mmm, Harry!’ Harry massaged and kneaded my shiny arse. I then smiled secretly as I stood over to Harry’s face, turned around and lowered my glimmering arse onto his stocking nose and wriggled, wiggled and writhed all over his slutty distorted face.
‘Fucking sniff me!’ I cried. ‘Come on!’
Harriet sniffed me deeply.
‘Oh my darling, Harriet,’ I sighed in bliss. ‘I can actually feel your nose against my arsehole. Even through these layers!’
After some more mashing in Harry’s face I told him to stand up. I wanted to squat down and suck his cock through his tights. I pulled his leotard to one side, lifted up the stocking on my face and sucked deeply and warmly on his hot thick length. ‘Mm, Harry, I LOVE your COCK. I’ve always loved sucking older men’s cocks, for quite a while perabet now. Hm! Old, fat, married guys! Especially like this, with my arse and leotard so tight.’ I looked up at him in lust and fascination as I gobbled his leotard bulge. Without warning Harry blasted mouthfuls of cream through his tight nylon into my mouth, sending it streaming over my lips. I pulled my stocking back over my face to make sure no more spunk couldn’t escape from the corners of my mouth.

I told Harry to lift his knees to his chest while I put a strapon over my outfit. I could feel the friction against my hard cock under my leotard. I grabbed my dirty smelly panties and stuffed them inside his mask, and pulled a pair partly on his stocking head. With his leotard pulled to one side I plunged my strapon deep into his arse, staring him right in the eyes as I pumped him harder and harder into oblivion. The headboard slammed against the wall. I don’t think I’ve ever fucked someone so hard and with so much determination and enthusiasm. ‘You dirty fat shit, Harry, you dirty fat shit!’ As I pumped harder, I kissed him through the layers of material as I shagged the shit out of him. His body and legs shimmered in the light. His dirty distorted dopey expression under his glossy stocking mask, made me pump him harder.
‘Tell me to shag you, darling, tell me to shag the shit out of you!’ I seethed through my mask, praying that the neighbours could hear me, especially the skanky bitch who lived across the hall from me.
‘Shag me, Polly! Please shag me, please! Shag the shit out of me!’ returned his muffled reply. As I shafted him harder and harder, and could feel myself getting closer, the feel of his tight, curvy smooth body gripping mine, the kissing, the shafting, the distorted gleaming expression; the thought of what the girls at work would say if they could see us now. It was all too much. I drenched the inside of my leotard. We lay together for a while and smiled through our masks and dozed. I looked over at the clock and smiled secretly. It was almost time.

Right on time Ray, Emma’s boyfriend from work turned up. He had a spare set of keys. Ray stormed into the room grabbed Harry and called him a dirty fat cunt before tying the shitbag up. Harry looked at me but I didn’t say much. I innocently removed my tights and red leotard. I smirked at Ray as I slipped into my shiny black tights and pulled on a new shimmery skintight black leotard smoothed my black knee length riding boots on. I took my stocking mask off and applied some thick make up, topping my head with a copper bobbed wig. I put my hands on my hips as I looked at Harry in disgust. I casually looked to one side, sighed and pushed out and effortless fart. I looked at Ray with sexy menace. I prowled and strutted and pranced for him. I paused in front of Ray. ‘Fuck I missed you,’ I grinned. Ray gripped me hard and we kissed. I leant into his shoulder, as he held my waist. Ray grinned as he removed his jeans, revealing super skintight padded black cycling shorts. And the massive bulge of his rock hard cock! I placed my hands on his arse, as he did mine and we grinned with complicity. ‘What are we going to do with that pervert?’ said Ray. ‘Good question, darling,’ I said, pursing my lips. ‘I have an idea.’
I poured us some wine. We drank and looked at Harry bound from head to toe in pantyhose encasement. ‘That’s an improvement,’ said Ray.
‘Do you think?’ I said, arching my eye, with a hand on my hip, with a casual air of ‘I don’t give a shit.’

Ray fondled the his bulging crotch, which made his Lycra shorts stretch and shine.
‘Fucking hell, Polly, I want you. Can’t wait to shag you again. Wish Emma could be like you. ’
‘Oh Ray darling?’ I sang, as I slowly turned around and bent over. ‘Please fuck me. I want Harriet to see you shag me. Fucking shag me, Ray!’ I squealed.
Ray bent me over, pulled my leotard to one side, took his hard prick out of his cycling shorts, and fucked me senseless as I looked at Harry. ‘You see, Harry, why do I want a smelly sack of shit like you when I have my hunk of a boyfriend? Oh, oh Ray! You’re fucking me so good! You’re fucking me like a real man! And I’m being fucked like a real woman!’
Ray came within minutes.
Throw the loser out babe, I can’t bear the sight of him,’ I said.
Ray wasted no time in grabbing Harry and slinging the fucker out, while I tossed his crappy clothes out of the window.
When Ray returned I was waiting with a pair of tights pulled my face, I had form-fitting purple Lycra shorts over my leotard and tights. ‘You know what I want from you now, darling,’ I said, opening my mouth and stretching the nylon on my face. ‘I can’t fucking wait,’ said Ray.
I squatted down, so I could see the Lycra shorts in the mirror reveal the leotard pantyline and the sheen of my arse, as I gave Ray a long slow blowjob through his cycling shorts, as a reward for cheating on Emma. I sucked him and told him how proud I was of him, how he turned me on, and how this was his reward. ‘Can you see that, can you see what you mean to me, Ray? Do you understand, my darling how I feel about you? I want your cum, Ray. How I love it when I cum in Emma’s knickers and tights for you. When I see someone like you, all I ever think is what do they look like in Lycra and what would their hot, fat cock feel like.’ It wasn’t too long before he pumped his thick jism over my smiling nylon face. As promised, he climbed into my exercise bike, poked his tight lycra arse out, until I piped wave after wave of spunk into my layered leotard and lycra shorts, after intensely rubbing myself off against his arse.
On Monday I actually looked Emma in her eyes and smiled and said good morning knowing that Ray had come all over my face encased in a pair of tights, he took from her washing basket. Sometimes I see the tights and smile, knowing that I’ve worn them for her boyfriend, or perabet giriş knowing that Ray will grab them from the washing basket for me to wear for him. I really am that type of slut. I just know that most men would prefer their wives and girlfriends to be like this. It can’t be easy for them, knowing that I make their husbands harder than they’ve ever made them.

I saw Harry by chance at the bus station. I was in my tight cream jodhpurs and boots, after returning from a session with a pub landlord, who had asked me to do the most disgusting things to him. I asked Harry if he liked the last time we spent together. I smiled and told him that my boyfriend was jealous and likes to play games. ‘Why don’t we teach him a lesson? Come home with me. There’s something I’ve always wanted us to do together.’
Right there, near the bus queue of old ladies, I then turned around, bent right over, looked at Harry from between my legs and asked him if he could see my panty line.
Harry smiled.

Back at the flat we shared a long, mouth open kiss, as I sat in his lap and he stroked my arse. I suppose we were kissing for about an hour or so. I then smirked, went to the washing basket and and asked Harry to squeeze his fat arse into my small and tight shiny blue Lycra shorts. He beamed dopily. Because his arse was a little plump, it was such a tight squeeze, but when the Lycra hugged his bum, it made him look so curvy. Harry grinned as he smoothed his hand over his arse and patted it. He minced around for me as I watched his arse sway from side to side. I slowly removed my sweater and jodhpurs, revealing my black Lycra leotard under shiny gold tights. I smoothed my hands down my sides and let out a blissful sigh. ‘Like my tights? They belong to Emma, the curvy girl with the bobbed hair in the lingerie department where I work. He boyfriend, you met him, has been fucking me for months. What he doesn’t know is that she’s been fucking me for even longer. She puts a strapon over her skintight red spandex jeans and really shags me with a wild determined expression.’
I lay down on the sofa and invited Harry to lie on top of me. Harry came over, placed himself on top of me, and my hands roamed the soft tight sheen of his arse as we kissed deeply and passionately . While we kissed our crotches rubbed together.
‘Oh Harry, Harry! I really love what we’re doing. Ask me to feel your arse,’ I sighed.
‘Feel my arse!’
‘It’s so smooth and curvy. I love it!’ I gasped as I gripped, patted and slapped his big sexy Lycra bum.
After a long, hot petting session, I asked Harry to climb on my face so I could lick and sniff his sweaty Lycra arsehole. I couldn’t get over the smell! We stayed like that for at least an hour as I dug my nose in oh so deep! The Lycra was so tight! You could hear my muffled cries of pleasure underneath him as I smoothed my hands over his shiny arse.
Finally I asked him to climb off me. I knelt in front of him and held his hands.
‘There’s something I’ve always wanted you to do,’ I smiled coyly . I looked deeply in his eyes, stroked his forehead and asked him if he would let me record him so we could make Ray jealous. Harry was still smiling. He clapped his hands like a moron. ‘Oh yeah,’ he said.
I got up, set up the camera and asked him to sit back on the sofa, open his legs slightly, lift his arse up a bit. I knelt down in front of him, saw the camera could pick our arses out and my face. I smoothed my hands over his arse, turned to the camera and smiled.
‘You’re about to see what real love and lust is all about, Ray,’ I beamed with pride. I leant in and closed my eyes as I deeply sniffed his arsehole. ‘Oh Ray! It smells so good! Ah my dear, this is soooo good!’
My eyes were closed in filthy contemplation as I sniffed harder. When I opened them again Harry had an almost maniacal, proud grin on his face. I smiled as I took out a silky white opaque knee high stocking, pulled it over my arm and pulled the back Harry’s shorts down. I then eased my encased fist up his arsehole. I grinned as I fisted my lover. Harry rubbed his crotch in the front of his shorts and laughed dopily and nasally, as I grinned with determination. Fuck he was tight! I couldn’t take anymore. I pulled his shorts back over his arse and I pushed him back a little and kissed him madly as I rubbed my layered crotch vigorously against his shiny fat ass. The sweat poured off our heads. I pounded him so hard. It must have felt like he was being fucked in the best way possible. I pumped and pumped and pumped him. When I watched the video later I couldn’t take my eyes off, the ripple in my leotard under my tights every time I pumped him back and forth. Finally, I piped hot creamy spunk through my leotard and tights onto his shiny ass. After we recovered I told him that I wanted us to go outside, especially with him in his spunk soaked Lycra shorts.
I removed my tights and leotard and slipped into a shiny tight pair of dark burgundy Lycra shorts and my black sweater. We strolled into town. People noticed the dark patches, on Harry’s Lycra, as we walked together. In the shopping centre we found a space, outside the toilets. I asked Harry to lie down while I squatted over him and sat on his face in my burgundy lycra, and pressed and wiggled my arse on his nose. By now more people had noticed and were gathering around us, watching the tight sheen of my Lycra shorts and the curve of my arse, as I rubbed and rode Harry’s face. The sense of disgust and disapproval was accelerating. I asked Harry to lie on his front. I climbed on top of him and rubbed my hard crotch against his arse, humping and pumping, squelching, as my arse wobbled in my Lycra shorts. While people were watching us in disgust and amusement, I laughed hysterically, as I knew our lust offered us protection and kept us safe. ‘Oh, I love tights and Lycra,’ I cried. ‘My name is Polly. I’m a sissy, wissy, sissy!’
I must say, on reflection, it was well worth the public order fine. I still have about four lots of spunk stains on the seat of my lycra, courtesy of our brave boys in blue. Now, look at my gallery, you perverts and wank yourself off for me x

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My wifes boyfriend takes my Virgin Ass.

My wife and her boyfriend met together two or three times a week. They would go out for drinks or dinner and then their evening would end with sex, lots of sex. The relationship had been going on for close to two years but she enjoyed it, and I liked the guy and counted him as a friend. “My friend that’s fucking my wife” as I would refer to him.

As time passed after their relationship was enhanced with a sexual element my wife stopped requiring Dave to use a condom and permitted him to cum in her mouth, pussy, and ass. At first, I was not happy with this new development, but my wife explained that it was her body and her choice. Eventually, I become more comfortable with her returning with Dave’s cum leaking from her vagina or on her face. I could always instantly tell if she had fucked Dave, his cum always left a distinct aroma that I sensed immediately.

My requests for intimate contact was ordinarily met with fast rejection. My wife would tell me she was exhausted or that it was too late. Other times she would say that it was messy.

Approximately eleven months ago Dave gave up his lease on his apartment. He was working to find another place so while he was in between residences, my wife encouraged him to stay with us. Dave seemed to like the idea, so he moved in. Dave sleeps in our bed every night, but I have objected. It was Dave who slept naked and encouraged my wife to do the same. My wife never objected, and the three of us have slept in the nude since he moved in. Dave initiates sex four or five times a week at least, and many times he will go several times a day. My wife has not ever told him no, so the sex is frequent.

One day just a few days after Dave moved in, he got my wife in the kitchen as she was filling the dishwasher and I was at the sink. I was aroused as I continued washing the pans and Dave completely ripped my wife’s clothes off before telling her to get on her knees and to suck his dick. My wife did not give him any argument as she opened his pants and pulled out his cock, taking it in her mouth. For the next twenty minutes, my naked wife savored Dave’s cock as she sucked him while I finished the dinner dishes and wiped down the table and counters. Dave pulled my wife up, and canlı bahis şirketleri instead of taking her into the bedroom and closing the door behind them he instead bent her over our table and thrust his cock into her pussy from behind. I stood a few feet away watching this man’s dick hammer my wife. He was grunting, and he shot his load inside her.

My wife had always told me not to cum inside her, although I had on occasion, I usually would pull out and cum in my hand so I could wash it away. As Dave emptied his load inside my wife’s pussy, she was coming down from her own climax. They remained coupled together for some time, and then I watched as Dave slid his slimy soft cock from her. As a small stream of white cum leaked from my wife onto the wood table Dave told me to lick her pussy so she would not make a mess. I could not believe I was actually licking another man’s cum and that it was from inside my wife. After the initial shock and taste,

it was not bad, and I learned to enjoy it.

Sex in all rooms of the house at all times became routine as Dave would strip my wife and take her wherever they were. I learned that when they were done, I had the enjoyment of cleaning her creampie. It was about two weeks after the initial encounter in the kitchen that Dave had taken my wife on our sofa one evening as we watched television. He came inside her, and their position left their mixed cum running down his scrotum all the way to the crack of his ass beneath him.

Dave told me to lick his balls and ass, so his sperm did not get on the furniture. I ended up with his cock in my mouth as I sucked the cum off him. I was so humiliated to do this in front of my wife. I had to this point, never touched another man. Here I was in the middle of our living room sucking his cock, sucking his balls and licking his ass while my wife waited for me to start on her. Once I finished Dave and had him cleaned up, I was startled when Dave pulled my pants down and proceeded to take my cock into his warm mouth.

Having Dave suck my dick was so incredible. He did not stop at that, he licked and sucked my balls and then gave me the most astonishing rim job mixed with inserting his finger into my ass. Nobody had ever touched my anus before but canlı kaçak bahis having him lick and finger me was so powerful I never wanted him to stop. Dave finally did stop and told me to get undressed. I did as he told me and then he told me that before I clean up my wife, I needed to fuck her and to add my load to his.

I got between my wife’s legs and pushed my cock inside her wet, slippery pussy. I could hear the sound of Dave’s cum inside her as I started pumping her. My wife wrapped her legs around my lower back as she began to kiss me. It had been over three weeks since I had sex with my wife and now she was on fire. Dave was down licking both of us as he licked her pussy and my cock together. My wife was moaning loudly: “Oh god baby, that feels so good, don’t stop, cum inside me baby, fill me with your hot cum.” This took me over the edge, and I came harder than I had in years.

For the next few months, the sex grew into threesomes with Dave initiating sex with me along with my wife. It had been a few months since my wife and Dave had sex with only each other. I had grown accustomed to sucking Dave’s dick and with him sucking mine. On some nights Dave would suck me or stick his dick into my mouth without interaction with my wife. The taste of his cum had become something I desired and wanted.

Then, one night we were all in bed, and my wife was sucking me with Dave helping her. As Dave continued my wife told me she wanted me to fuck her. I got up and pulled her to the edge of the bed placing her legs over her shoulders. I could feel Dave licking my anus from behind me, and it felt great as I pushed inside my wife. I felt Dave get a finger inside me but I was so into my wife and what I was feeling that it almost went without notice. I could hear Dave in the background mumbling about it being hot and how he wanted to “fuck that ass.” I figured he was talking dirty to my wife and I kept on pumping my wife as she orgasmed hard. I felt a sharp pain in my ass like I had not ever felt in my life. It took me a moment to realize Dave was behind me and had stuck his dick inside my hole.

It took a few moments for the pain to subside as Dave began pumping his cock inside me while I was still trying to pound my wife underneath me. bahis siteleri canlı Other than Dave’s finger I was an anal virgin. I had not ever had anything stuck up my ass, and I never thought I would. Now, I was being fucked hard by Dave’s seven-inch cock. I was still inside my wife as he cried out to fuck her and not to stop. Dave was doing all the work as his rhythm took over. My pleadings were over the top of my wife’s as I was saying: “Fuck, that feels so good, don’t stop, fuck me.” I came hard with the longest orgasm of my life with my cock buried inside my wife.

I heard Dave saying: “Shit you are so fucking tight, I’m going to cum, where do you want me?”

I don’t know where it came from, it was almost as if I was hearing it as I cried out: “cum inside me, cum inside me.” I was still deep in my own orgasm as Dave started to cum inside me. The sensation was so weird, I have not ever felt anything like it as Dave filled my ass with his load. I could feel his cock twitching, and I could feel his shots of cum inside me. I could also feel my cock still pulsing inside my wife as deep as I could get with Dave’s weight pressing me into her.

We all finally ended up in a sweaty pile of hot bare flesh. My wife could not stop commenting on the volume of cum I had just shot. She said having my ass filled must have really been good for me. She told me she wanted me to fuck her in the ass when I was recovered. I could not believe it, I had asked about anal many years before, and she told me I was a dirty pervert and should get help. Now, she tells me that Dave also took her anal virginity almost two years ago and she loves it.

My wife moved down and started to suck my cock as I slowly began to grow hard again. She climbed over the top of me in a 69 position as I licked tasting my own cum from her pussy. I was hard when I heard my wife say: “I want you inside my ass, baby. Do you want my ass?”

It has been some time now since Dave broke my ass in. I love to have his large cock deep inside me and to take his large load when he drains his balls into me. Sometimes he makes me beg for it but most days I know what he wants and I present myself to him to be used for his pleasure. My ass is his and it belongs to him. I have freely given him my wife’s mouth, pussy, and asshole. I also make sure to be ready for him when he desires. I sleep nude with my legs spread and my hips elevated on a pillow so he can take it whenever he wants. He wants my wife and I both to get matching low back tattoos saying “Property of Dave.”

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The Breeding Party Part 3
Linda’s second guest dressed, and went out. She cleaned herself thoroughly, douching again, and, since it seemed that everyone in attendance had already seen her naked, AND getting railed, she decided to go into the waiting room, since it was separated from the rest of the spa by a heavy curtain, still naked. There were a set of beaded curtains between the rooms and the waiting area.

She opened the smaller curtain and stepped out into the waiting area. Sure as she’d thought, there were 6 or 7 men sitting there. She was greeted by smiles and several VERY intimate caresses. 3 or 4 guys rubbed her ass, or reached up to feel her breasts, and a couple copped a feel of her mound and pussy. She simply stood, not moving away from them, allowing them to feel her up as they wished. This is why she came. She enjoyed, as always, being a sex toy for men. She loved to have them feel her up, and, ultimately, fuck her, and cum inside of her. She had been like this since the day she lost her cherry.

Finally she made her way over to the gentleman that was to be her third guest of the evening. He had, before we moved to Germany, lived across the street, and 3 door down from us. He had visited in our home nearly every day. Linda had quite fond of him. He was a widower, having lost his wife 2 years before meeting us. Linda helped him to his feet, and, in front of everybody there, gave him one of her best, hottest kisses, making sure that everybody saw her grinding her pelvis into him. Then, so everyone could hear, she asked him, “You gonna give me good fuck, same-same before? You all time fuck me so good, make me cum too much.” This time there were several gasps. Mission Accomplished.

She led him by the hand through the curtain, and back to her room. She smiled up at him when they arrived, and asked, “Do you want the door closed?” He was near laughing as he answered her. “I don’t care if it’s open or shut. You know some, or maybe all, will want to look in to see us fuck. It’s YOU they want to see. They want to see that sweet pussy swallowing a hard dick.” She replied. “I know. All time man want watch me get fuck. That’s okay. I like man watch me fuck. Make dem so horney.” He asked how much he needed for her, and she told him. “Today every man fuck me for free. Later we see if I wan’ they money. YOU, I fuck for free ALL time.”

She assisted him in taking off his clothes, hanging them neatly on a hanger, and putting it on a hook. “How you wan’ FIRST time?” She was as good as telling him that she wanted him to fuck her more than once. He understood her implication. “First I want to eat that sweet pussy, then we can go 69. She beamed at him. He remembered that she loved to have her pussy eaten. kurtköy escort bayan She, with his assistance, got onto the table, and opened her legs for him. She spread them wide to leave him plenty of space to reach up and play with her boobs, ANOTHER thing she loved.

He kissed her mound, and started licking her pussy, working up to pop her clit out where he could suck and lick it, too. He worked on her clit until it was standing on its own, then reached up to massage and knead her breast, commenting on how soft they were. She was busy having her first and second orgasms. She had grasped the back of his head and was pulling him in as close as she could get him. She had already emphasized that we were living in the same trailer park, only this time we were only two door up from the owner. She was anxious to have him visit her.

She lay there accepting his tongue for a long while before asking him to let her get on top of him so they could go 69. He helped her up, climbed on the table, and she turned to the right position. She was a little weak. He had made her cum so many times. She straddled his face and made sure he could reach the desired spot before laying on him and taking his dick in her mouth. Previously, he had been one of her favorites. She discovered right away that nothing had changed. He still could make a girl go crazy with his tongue.

She did her best to give as good as she was getting, and soon felt his pre-cum spasms start. She lifted her head so, hopefully, he would relax, and not cum so soon. She paused long enough for him to make her cum two or three more times. She took him in her mouth, again, but, too soon, she felt his jerk. “Let me cum. I’m ready to get some of your pussy.” he requested. She doubled down on him, and, soon, he was squirting his baby gravy into her mouth. She sucked him quickly, emptying his gonads. He filled her mouth, and some dripped down on to his legs and stomach. She swallowed everything, and licked every drop off of him. She had laid a wet towel in reach, so she used it to wipe hes stomach and legs, then her own face.

She settled into his arms, to relax for a second. There was no hurry. Now he knew where she lived, and could visit any time he wished. She had made that abundantly clear. He would be welcome ANY time.

They talked of things before, and what she had done while in Germany, and were soon ready to go, again. He opened her legs, and ate her for the second time, until she had had many more orgasms, and, hooking her knees behind his arms, carefully pushed his dick inside of her. This, too, felt as good as he remembered. He had always enjoyed long-donging her. She wiggled like a fish on a hook, and chewed his cock with her pussy. He kartal escort bayan knew that he wouldn’t last nearly as long, but it was worth it.

He started humping into her and it was just as he remembered. It was a question as to who was fucking whom. He kept laying the pipe to her as she came time after time. Soon she was begging him to give her his cum. He gritted his teeth, and kept pouring the coals to her. She had wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles, and locked her arms around his neck, pulling him down to deliver kisses to his face, neck, and shoulders. She was moaning and crying at the same time. He couldn’t hold it any longer, so he pushed in as far as he could, and turned loose. No words could express how tightly she was holding him. He gave her his everything. He had just had his last spasm in time to hear a knock at the door. He sat up at her feet. The owner was standing there smiling at them, and there were others standing there, too. They had watched EVERYTHING. Linda had seen them, too, and was smiling back at them. She would HAVE to rest before she could handle number 4. She slid off the table, and stepped into the bathtub to clean herself. She quickly washed her pussy, got yet another of her bottles of douching solution, and cleaned her self inside. She got one of the pieces of paper to hand her friend, kissed him, and told him to call as soon as he could.

He went out, and the owner closed the door for her. She got on the table to rest a few minutes. She was tingling all over from all the times she had cum this evening. She HAD to have cum AT LEAST a hundred times. She was enjoying how it made her feel.

She remained naked to go out to bring Number 4 to the room. He was an older gentleman. He had visited infrequently, but had always been so nice. He was VERY kind and considerate, always smiling, and always had something nice to say. One time he had told her that one of his sisters had made her living as Linda did. She was employed at a little place down in another state. He also stated the SHE had enjoyed her profession, too.

He requested that they just visit for a while. He wanted Linda to remain naked. He so enjoyed looking at her body, and,occasionally, feeling of her. There was but one chair in the room, but, after seating him, she got on the table, sitting with her legs opened so he could see what he wanted to see. He smoked a pipe, and soon, Linda, who enjoyed the smell of his tobacco, invited him to light it. He sat there talking with her until the owner knocked on her door. She got off the table and held his hand as he rose from the chair. She gave him one of the slips of paper, and invited him, too, to come visit her at home. He promised he kaynarca escort bayan would, and, after giving her a kiss, went out the door.

She pulled the pink nightie over her head and ran a brush through her hair, and went to call her last visitor of the evening back.

He was another former neighbor. His wife and him had visited many times. They had both enjoyed being with Linda. She and Linda would give him a threesome when he wanted, and she also enjoyed watching him fuck Linda. He was a slender built man, that loved to eat pussy. She had complained a few times that she needed to have other men to service her, because he would make her so hot, then not fuck her. She came over many times to get relief after he had got her so hot she couldn’t stand it. I had helped her the best I could.

Linda, once they were back in the room, asked about her. He told Linda that they had a new baby daughter. He had made her crazy one night and she had gone to a club, and ended up pulling a train. She had, that night, been fucked over 20 times, and had invited every one of them to shoot inside of her. A couple of months later she found out she was pregnant. They didn’t know, and didn’t care, who the father was. She was beautiful, and they both loved her to death. They were proud and honored to have her. LInda told him to give them our love, and gave him one of the slips with our address and telephone number on it. He did the same for Linda, making her promise to come first chance. He was dying to show us his new daughter.

He had, while they were talking, been admiring how Linda looked in her nightie. He had seen her in every stage of dress and undress many times, but swore that was the nicest he had seen, before. Linda asked if he wanted her to keep wearing it while they made out. He did.

She helped him to take his clothes off, and he lifted her to the table. She raised the hem a bit to give him access to her pussy, and he began eating her. He performed as well as he ever had. He ate her to many, MANY orgasms, before he took her hips and turned her outward on the table. He lifted her legs, placed his cock against her pussy, and pushed inside of her. She was slightly surprised. She had figured that he would just eat her, but, now he was fucking her, too. He stood between her legs his cock playing a tatoo on her ass as he fucked her. AND, he kept going until he had cum inside her for the FOURTH TIME. She didn’t even have a chance to clean herself between times. She admitted that she had enjoyed it, and would repeat it in the future.

They heard the knock on the door, and Linda got up and knelt at his feet to clean him, then washed herself inside and out. He watched as he nearly always did, dressed, and kissed her Good Night, promising to tell his wife we were back.

It was nearly 11:00. It had been a very rigorous day, all in all. BUT! It had been fun, and tomorrow she could expect the landlord’s son to come for his next lesson. She was looking forward to THAT!

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First Time Sucking BBC Gay
I must give some backstory to this so you can better understand how this unfolded. I grew up reading sex stories in porn mags and I was always totally attracted to women and never doubted my sexuality. Yet as a crazy, horny young man, I at times would be turned on by stories of straight guys fooling around together and sucking each others dicks or something. This surprised me a bit yet, I’d somewhat been fascinated by cocks. Not in a pure sexual way, but more how I measured up against other dicks. Also the shared camaraderie of raw male sexual energy seemed enticing and exciting in the sex stories of bi-curiosity that were explored in a fairly tame, foreplay like encounter.

I had a best friend and we would swap porn mags and at times discuss fave stories. I asked him what he thought of the bi stories, confessing they turned me on. He agreed they somehow did for him too, yet we both stressed we were way more interested in pussy. Being horny young virgins with no outlet but masturbation, and no female prospects on the horizon, at some point we decided to try sucking each others dicks.

I am a well hung guy at close 8 inches in length, he was similar in length, but very thick at the base and narrowing towards the head. I wasn’t as thick but am same thickness whole length with a big mushroom head while his head was a bit smaller. It was a very nervous and awkward experience. He went first and sucked my dick pretty handily, making me shoot a load in 10 minutes or so.

I took my turn and enjoyed it mostly, but was not a natural for sure. I wanted him to come as well so I really got into it and did my best, but after some time he said I should stop as he wasn’t going to be able to. We tried this one more time with the same outcome. I came and he wasn’t able to. I was a bit disappointed I wasn’t able to give him the same pleasure I’d received, but for the most part we never discussed these encounters again. I went away to a different school and we lost touch.

Soon after I began getting girlfriends and never thought much about it, just chalking it up to young, horny experimentation. I was pussy crazy and began a very active and completely hetero lifestyle. I sometimes even had gay guys hit on me and was completely uninterested, with not even a hint of curiosity anymore.

I had continued watching porn and being fairly well hung, I most enjoyed watching porn with well hung guys that I could better relate to in the scenes. At that time especially, most of the better hung guys in porn were black, so I often watched scenes with hung black guys in them. I also enjoyed the contrast of kaçak bahis the interracial porn.

Around this time there were still a lot of telephone dating sites, as the internet dating hadn’t yet taken off as much. I was very active dating women and did very well. I had a very active sex life and especially loved getting my dick sucked. Sometimes on the dating sites guys would sneak on the women’s side and try to engage with me, offering blowjobs or whatever. At first I would not interact at all with them, but after some time if I was bored I’d humor them a bit and interact being a bit playful and risque.

I realized guys were way more horny and always up for dirty talk, so I began to get more interested and curious and at times had fun with role play. I realized it was a huge mental turn on somehow to switch roles and pretend to be the one sucking the cock. It was a thrill to be like the women I admired so much when I received great oral. I understood, mentally a least, getting pleasure from pleasing. I started more and more fantasizing about sucking a dick again, but this time being able to make it come. I wondered if I ever did get the chance, would I be able to suck a load out? One thing was now apparent, I really wanted to try.

I began seeking a potential encounter and met a few guys but realized I’m not really into guys, it was only really about the cock. I wanted it to be at least as big as mine and I loved the idea of the contrast of a black dick as well. It gave me that extra little jolt of excitement, pushing my boundaries a bit more. No doubt about it, I wanted to suck a big, hard black cock and make it come. It had to unfold perfectly or I knew I wouldn’t be able to get into my role as a cocksucker. I met a few more guys but hadn’t found a guy yet that I felt comfortable with, and who also possessed a big, beautiful black cock that made me want to get on my knees.

I began to wonder if I could really go through with it and play it out as I’d fantasized about and masturbated to so many times. Then one day I got on a chatline and a guy messaged me and said he was what I needed. I had heard that before. He said he was 6’1″, black, muscular with a 9″ cut cock that needed to be sucked if I could come over. I said I would come over but with no guarantees until we hung out and made sure we were both still interested.

I was so nervous as I drove over, not sure what to expect and if it might finally unfold. Would I be ready and able to please and suck a load out of a big cock unlike I’d been able to years before. He answered the door and I was in awe. He was everything he said and more. Although casino oyna not really attracted to guys, this guy was an Adonis. He was wearing sleek track pants and a t shirt, which fitted tight. He was jacked with a huge, muscular, ripped bodybuilder body and chiseled good looks.

I was beyond nervous but he calmed me with his friendly, welcoming demeanor and soon was flirting with me. I was relieved that this specimen of a man was into me. He gently touched my knee as we talked and I explained more about what I hoped would unfold and how I desired to suck a big black cock and make it come.

With that he stood up and grabbed my hand, leading me to a spot away from the window. I didn’t need encouragement now, I immediately sank to my knees in front of him. I was almost shaking with nervous anticipation and hopeful desire of what was about to unfold. I slowly pulled his track pants down as he removed his t shirt. His ripped perfect body and beautiful dark skin glistening as finally the object of my desire flopped out now only inches from my face.

He was still flaccid and my nervousness grew, what if I couldn’t even get him hard? I’d rehearsed this dozens, maybe hundreds of times in my mind. I began caressing his full, dark, smooth balls and leaned forward while guiding his beautiful soft black cock into my mouth. I knew I likely would not be able to get all of him in my mouth when fully erect, so I wanted to fit him all in before he grew. I was in ecstasy, my mouth full of a beautiful dark dick. I sucked him deep in my mouth and moved my head slowly back and forth feeling his shaft thicken and head swell.

Quickly my mouth was full of throbbing black cock. I loved the feeling of his thick mushroom head as my lips passed over it, stretching my mouth open wider and wider. As he quickly became fully erect I could now only get about a third of his throbbing thick black cock in my mouth before I felt his huge cock head against the back of my throat and I gagged slightly.

I was enthralled with the lust and passion of feeling a huge black cock pulsing in my eager mouth. I was suddenly aware of the fact I was a cocksucker. I was a faggot in the eyes of any of my friends if they knew what I was doing, yet I loved it. I loved how crazy and exciting it felt to be so uninhibited and able to act out my fantasy of wanting to please a huge black cock orally.

I was a fucking faggot cocksucker for black cock now, and all that mattered was being able to suck a huge load of come out of this black cock. I would be a failure if unable to, as I’d been unable to when I sucked my friends cock years before. Now canlı casino siteleri was my chance to redeem myself and be a successful cocksucker, like the women I admired and enjoyed being pleased by so much.

I slowly continued sucking his beautiful black meat while gently massaging his big, smooth balls. I was savoring the feeling of his warm, hard pulsing cock in my mouth and his fat cock head as it passed over my lips and stretched my mouth further open.

I then held him with my hands and licked all around his cock, admiring it’s full, hard black beauty. Starting at the base I kissed and licked every inch of his cock, especially taking time to lick, kiss and slowly suck the fat mushroom head. Gliding my lips up and down the shaft I then slapped the thick, hard black cock on my face and tongue, moaning with pleasure.

Now I was in full cocksucker mode. He began to encourage me asking me if I liked his big black cock. I moaned and said I fucking love it and then quickly took him back in my mouth deep, almost gagging. I now had one mission in mind. To make this cock explode and shoot a hot load. I grasped his hard cock with both hands and admired its beauty.

It was now rock hard and perhaps not the nine inches he’d said but a full thick, throbbing eight inches of black cock perfection. I could fit both hands on his shaft and still have the head to suck. I began a steady pumping and sucking motion, at times removing my hands and fitting as much as I could in my mouth. I was loving being a cocksucker for big black dick.

He gently but firmly placed his large hands on my head and matched my rhythm while telling me I was a good cocksucker and to keep sucking his big cock. That turned me on more and spurred me to a faster pace, feeling that huge, throbbing mushroom head slide in and out of my mouth as my hands pumped his thick black shaft.

I then heard him say “I’m going to come soon, you’re sucking my cock so good”. That was music to my ears as I knew now I was going to be able to complete my task as a submissive cocksucker for a big black cock. He started moaning saying he it comes, I felt his cock harden even more.

I wanted to see his come shoot and view my reward for a blowjob well done, so i pulled back and jerked his cock as it sprayed shot after shot all over the floor. It was so glorious to have sucked this huge load out of this beautiful dick. I kept pumping and then gently sucked his softening cock head and enjoying this place on my knees as a cocksucker just a bit longer.

He was thrilled and thanked me and left. I was so horny I jerked my cock which was throbbing and hard from this hot experience. It only took a few strokes I never came so quick and so hard.

Hope you enjoyed my experience. My next experience sucking black cock was with a girlfriend watching, and I will share that next if anyone is interested.

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SLUT EMMA – CHAPTER 12: PRODUCT LAUNCH FINISHED
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CHAPTER 12: PRODUCT LAUNCH FINISHED

I woke to warm lips teasing my nipples. “Sir, what time is it?”

“It’s earlier than you need to be getting up, but I couldn’t just leave for my own room without …” He kissed me and allowed his hands to roam over my naked body after throwing off the sheet that was only partially covering me. “I need to be in the conference room before it gets started.” He kissed my nipples, gently sucked on them, then hugged me. “Thank you.” I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “Last night … thank you.”

I smiled, “Sir, having me in your bed isn’t …”

He kissed me, “Don’t tease, slut.” I giggled. “You know what I mean. Last night was different and you know it. You saw into me and pulled it out for us to examine openly, to accept or reject. You gave me only acceptance … insistently so.” I smiled, took his face in my hands, and kissed him deeply. “So, I didn’t want to leave without actually saying it.”

I looked at him puzzled as his hands continued their uninhibited touching. He smiled and locked onto my eyes, “I love you, Emma Trent. But …” The but was lost as I pulled him in and mashed our mouths together. His face was bright with his joy and I hoped mine reflected the same because it was what I was feeling. He was chuckling, “But … my love doesn’t change anything, dear.”

“Yes, sir.” I said it expectantly, hopefully. “I am still your slut, sir?” He nodded. “I am still a slut for Robert and James, as they desire me?” He nodded. “And the dogs, sir?” He laughed and nodded. “And, however you or they might want to use me, abuse me, or share me?”

“Yes, slut. That is what it means that nothing has changed.”

My hand moved over his thigh to find a semi-hard cock. “You are wrong, though, sir, a lot has changed when we accept what we feel. But you are also correct in that those feelings should not interfere with the fact that I am the slut and I will continue to respond that way.” I looked at him shyly, “May I express my feelings openly, sir?” He smiled and nodded and I replied, feeling like I had to be glowing, “I love you, sir. Not just as your slut or as the woman who owes you so much for the career I have enjoyed, but as a woman to a man. And, it is my desire that this love will make me an even worthier slut for you.”

He stood up and I stood with him, wishing to feel his skin next to mine. I kissed his chest and gazed down at his semi-hard cock. “Sir, do you at least have time for a blow job?” He smiled and nodded. I turned him and set him on the edge of the bed as I sank to my knees between his open legs. I looked up at him as I licked the length of his cock, a big smile showing on my face. His hand lightly touched the side of my face as my lips opened to the head of his cock. I sucked the pre-cum seeping from it, then took the head into my mouth. I pulled back off, licking copious amounts of saliva along the length of the shaft. I raised my head over his cock and opened my mouth wide, lowering it over his shaft, taking three inches of his nine in. I pulled up, then pressed back down while taking more into my mouth. Another up and down and the head was entering my throat. I took a breath, relaxed my throat and focused on proper breathing before pressing down further, taking his cock into my throat. Up and down, over and over, then pressing firmly to take the last inch, my nose touching his body. I pulled up with a gasp and sucked the head, a hand stroking his shaft furiously. Then, again, his cock firmly, deeply in my throat.

His gasps and groans, his flexing of hips and moans, his holding my head and pressing his cock forward all told me he was near. Then, “OHHHH … FUCK … EMMA … DEAR SLUT …!” He was gasping. I felt his balls and shaft swell large and the first pulse of his cum approached. I thrust my head down, his cock deep into my throat and my timing was almost off. I felt his cock jerk inside my throat. I pulled back as the first spurt of cum shot out into the back of my mouth. I gagged for a moment before recovering and swallowing in time for the next spurt … and the next.

I sat back on my heels after cleaning his cock, using an index finger to move some stray cum back into my mouth. I looked up at him as I licked my lips for any more cum. To him, my face reflected the pure satisfaction of a slut having just joyfully done her job expertly. But there was more there, too.

He lifted me to my feet and kissed me with no hesitation or reluctance to touch the lips and mouth with his cum on them. He stepped back and began getting dressed, “I need to return to my room to prepare for this day. Today is very important, dear, and how well this goes is dependent on your presentations.”

“Of course, sir. I won’t let you down.”

He smiled. “You never have. Now, I have made some comments in your notes. Follow them completely.” He was dressed and ready to leave and I followed him to the door. He turned and kissed me, patting my butt. “One final thing … I took the liberty of ordering you room service breakfast for the three of you. It should be here in 15 minutes.” I thanked him. He gave me a playful look. Oh … now what? “When it arrives, you will remain naked.”

I blushed. “Yes, sir.” I shivered. I smiled even in the embarrassing anticipation. Nothing is changing.

I had been standing in the wings of the stage area patiently, nervously, waiting for my introduction. First Mr. W made his opening comments and welcome, promising the audience a day of information about the company’s venture into a new direction that will bring changes to people’s lives and to each of the individual companies represented, if they chose to move forward with us. Next was our Marketing group and Sales group who discussed the proposed channels of product entry, but what they were all waiting for was to hear in some detail about the products they had only heard rumors and whispers about.

I looked over the heads of the audience from my position off the stage and found Robert and James standing at the back of the room by the door. Only marginally interested in what was being said on stage, their eyes frequently scanned over the room back to me. When we made contact, they both gave me a thumbs-up and smile of encouragement. I was dressed in the outfit Mr. W instructed for me to wear and for a while this morning I wondered if our new attitude hadn’t affected his choice. I was dressed in a rather conservative business suit: charcoal colored jacket and matching skirt that ended at the knees; white, buttoned blouse; white lace matching bra and panties (when was the last time I wore panties?); and, dark, sheer stockings and heels. I felt conspicuous by the nature of what I was wearing, though to everyone else, my outfit last night was probably more conspicuous. Any concern I had about Mr. W’s attitude about me, though, disappeared when I remembered to check my notes for the additions he made. As I made note of the yellow hi-lighted comments in my notes, I had smiled, blushed, become instantly wetter, blushed, and shivered in anticipation.

Then, I heard Mr. W’s voice. When had he gotten back on the stage? “But you are not hear to listen to us. These stunning new products are the singular result of the insight, foresight, and dedicated effort of a single woman. To me … well, she has been and continues to be the most brilliant woman and scientist I have known. Dr. Emma Trent came to Washburn Pharmaceuticals …” To me, he droned on about my work history and past accomplishments. It wasn’t the kind of attention I ever liked shone on me, but I knew it was a part of the business effect. “So … please … Dr. Emma Trent.”

I looked up at him on the little stage, breathed in and slowly released it, glance to the back at the guys and received the same thumbs-up. I smiled at them, though the audience probably thought I was smiling at them and I remembered the trick one of the Sales guys shared: by looking just over the people’s heads it gives the impression of connecting with them without really doing so.

I stepped up onto the small stage. Mr. W met me before I reached the podium. He hugged me chastely and whispered, “You understand my additions?” I nodded, then found myself standing at the podium alone, spreading my notes before me. I took another deep breath and became instantly very aware of the spotlight on me and the quieting applause settling into an anticipatory hush in the room. I took another deep breath as I gave the audience a welcoming, appreciative smile.

“Thank you … thank you, ladies and gentlemen.” In a self-deprecating tone, “I can assure you that you have already heard from the better speakers. Unfortunately, they want me to talk to you, also.”

A strong voice from the back I recognized as Robert’s said, “That’s because you know every little detail.” The crowd laughed and added more applause in türkçe bahis support. I had the feeling they might be used to awkward scientists delivering details. I doubted they were ready for Mr. W’s little additions, though.

On the timeline of the agenda, I came on right after the mid-morning break. I would speak to the male products until the end of the morning session and the break for lunch. After lunch, my presentation would pick-up with the female products and end with the mid-afternoon break. It was planned to be 3.5 to 4 hours allowing for questions and clarifications. Both presentations were filled with necessary boring data tables addressing issues of predictability, associated risk, and government approval. It also contained testimonials from men, photos of before and after results, and videos of procedures to give the audience an idea of the requirements for treatment. There were cringe-worthy reactions from the men in the audience at the insertion of the needles at the base of the cock; and, there was the interested reactions from men and excited reactions from women with the after pictures of cock size increase.

Mr. W insisted on including video clips of me sucking his cock before and after and James’ cock before and after. My face was professionally blurred but it was clear I initially struggled more to suck the ‘after’ cock sizes (something I quickly adjusted to, however). Though the video showed a blurred face, there was a murmur through the audience. The conference was setup with a video screen showing the speaker at all times and another screen for projected images, like these videos. The screens were nearly side-by-side and it hit me as I looked up at them, I was positioned at the same angle as the woman in the videos. The similarity was striking since only the eyes were blurred.

At the end of the videos, a question came from the audience, a female’s voice, “Doctor Trent, can you clarify a point, please? It appeared in the video that the after cock sucking, especially the black ones, presented a thicker specimen beyond longer and the thickness was … challenging?”

The audience was hushed. Then a faint murmur of speculation and anticipation. The question was more than, ‘was it reported?’, but more, ‘was it your experience?’ I cleared my throat several times and I was sure the spot lights were magnifying the blush I was experiencing. I glanced back at the guys and they were leaned toward each other sharing comments with big smiles and nods.

I worked myself to an authoritative, controlled voice, “I believe that was … ughm … her response, yes.” There was laughter of understanding. I think I would have blushed if not for knowing what Mr. W had in store for me.

After the lunch break, we were again assembled in the conference room. I started the next series of talks with the formulation for the female equivalent of ED, generally lumped into lack of sexual drive, desire, and performance. We had learned that males dominate the call for solutions in this area, but females are as likely to have similar issues.

Then, I shifted to the enhancement formulations. Of the approximately three dozen in the audience, there were only about five women, though they were showing significant early interest and seeing value in the formulations. It was this part of my presentation where Mr. W had added comments to my notes.

I was into the data and comparisons of breast enhancement and sensitivity for the nipples and clit when I reached that point in the presentation to modify my talk. I was using a wireless mic that clipped around the ear. As I stepped back from the lectern, I flipped a switch that activated that mic. I stepped in front of the lectern as I continued to speak to the enhancement formulation and tested results. Of course, one of the best examples I had was me and that was Mr. W’s point. As I walked back and forth across the front of the small stage, I slipped my suit jacket off my shoulders and down my arms. I quickly folded it and placed it on the surface of the lectern. A murmur began in the audience as my fingers began unfastening the buttons of my blouse from the top down. When I had to pull the blouse tails from my skirt, there was more whispers and gasps floating from the audience to me. I glanced to the side of the room as I slid the blouse down my arms. Mr. W was leaning confidently and at ease against the wall, watching carefully. He nodded as our eyes connected.

Mr. W, in his normal mode of control, even provided me with the order of removing my clothes. All the times I was naked at the estate, then the test subjects, the erotic shopping trips, exhibition in restaurants and bars, and even the naked display and fucking outside at night, none of it truly prepared me for this. I knew I was a beet red as I followed Mr. W’s instructions to effectively perform a strip in front of three dozen business people during a very important presentation. When he had told people they would be seeing much more of me, they had no idea just how much more he had planned.

His instructions surprised me. After the blouse, I would have anticipated removing the skirt. That’s what I would do if stripping for someone. Get down to my underwear. But, no … next was to remove my bra. I continued my talk and I was pointing out enlargement of the breast. I turned to face the screen as if to make a point on the photograph displayed there, but what I was sure most everyone was really watching was my fingers behind my back as they unfastened the hooks of my bra. Once released, I allowed the back to hang open for a moment as I made another point. Then, turning around, I slipped the bra off, placing it on the lectern with the blouse.

Then, to provide a living example, I cupped my two tits and lifted them to the audience. “Data, graphs, testimonials, even pictures are one thing, ladies and gentlemen, but real physical examples are another. These are examples of what the formulation can do. I originally had D-cups. They are enlarged to EE now, approximately the 30% increase expected.”

I got questions about the procedure, why so large, etc. I dodged the one about ‘why’. That decision had essentially been made for me and I didn’t know that should be divulged publicly.

I then moved into the formulations for sensitivity. These are, perhaps, a bit more controversial. There are case of loss of sensitivity, but for the most part this would be an application for desiring more sexual arousal. Obviously, not something I thought was a bad thing.

My fingers moved to the side of my skirt to reveal my sheer, lace panties. Removing the panties, I was again surprised by Mr. W. I find, and many others would agree, that leaving the stockings and heels on is very sexy. Mr. W’s motivation was different, though. To him, having a completely naked woman on stage while speaking to increasing the sensitivity of the nipples and clit was far sexier. Then, something happened I wasn’t prepared for. The camera set to be focused on the speakers zoomed in on my nipples as I spoke about them. I heard the gasp and people in the audience looking at the screen behind me and the magnification of my nipple. I watched over my shoulder as I pinched the nub and the mic picked up my moan.

“Yes … I am also a beneficiary of these formulations, too. My nipples are nearly always aroused with the slightest stimulation … blouse material moving over them … a soft kiss … a wet tongue … a soft breeze.”

My hands had not stopped, though. I stepped out of my heels and rolled down the stockings, dropping to the floor of the stage to manage it. I heard another gasp and eager comments and glanced over my shoulder to find the screen filled with a zoomed image of my open and wet cunt, the clit visible at the top.

The last instruction Mr. W left on my notes was going to be even harder. I was on the floor, propped up on my elbows to look out at the audience with my knees cocked and spread before them. I knew the camera was still zoomed in on my cunt because Mr. W wanted everyone to see this last part of my presentation before the mid-afternoon break. His last instruction: masturbate to orgasm with taunting description.

“Ladies, without raising your hands, how many of you masturbate? Men, how many of your wives or girlfriends do? What I would really like to know …” as two of my fingers slid over my displayed cunt, parting the wet and yielding lips, “… is how easy it is to achieve the orgasm manually? Some might say … if being truthful … that it is easier than with the cock they have available.” It was quiet in the room. “Of course, we have a product to do something about that.” The place erupted in laughter and applause. “I have told you we can improve, heighten, improve sensitivity to the major zones. The nipples and clit.” I rubbed my clit. “See how easily it is engorged?” I knew they güvenilir bahis siteleri could on the screen because that was where almost everyone was looking. I slipped a finger, two, three into my cunt and they came out wet. I sucked them and I heard moans come from the audience. “With increased sensitivity, comes increased wetness and preparation for insertion, or … in this case … my fingers.” One hand went to a nipple while the other was at my clit and cunt opening. A mature woman in front was biting her lower lip. A man sitting near her was shifting in his chair.

I probed into my cunt, curling my fingers for the g-spot while using my thumb on my clit, hitting both parts at once as my nipple was twisted. I was looking directly into the eyes of the woman in front of me and she was gazing directly into mine, no longer caring about the screen with the zoomed in image. I cried out as my orgasm crashed over me. Before my head dropped back to the floor, I saw the woman fill a glass with water and approach me.

After recovering, I thanked the woman for her kindness. She thanked me for the best presentation on a product she had ever witnessed.

As the audience broke for refreshments, many came to the edge of the stage. Some, maybe, to get a closer look, but most thanked me or asked a quick question. Then, Mr. W intruded to give me more water. But he also had more in mind.

He helped me to my feet. “Come, there is someone very special I want you to meet.” I hesitated. He chuckled, “Everyone just watched you masturbate. I think seeing you naked a little more shouldn’t be a problem.” He had a point. He usually does.

As he walked me through the entire room to the back, Mr. W explained to me that the man I was to meet was Gerald Adamley who has one of the biggest, most influential distribution systems in North America. Landing his account would virtually take us half way to success by himself. He warned me, though, that he can be difficult. He lost his sight and suffered significant nerve and muscle damage in an accident years ago. He has managed to walk, again, but for short walks and uses a seeing-eye dog, which is why he is in the back of the room. He has a close associate with him.

As we approached the back of the room, I spotted an older man sitting at a table by himself, a Golden Retriever curled on the floor next to him. Several men and a woman were talking on the other side of the table. The woman had her back turned and the men now cast glances my way.

“Gerald Adamley, I would like to introduce …”, Mr. W started but didn’t get the chance to finish.

“Dr. Emma Trent.” He reached his hand up in my direction. I took it in mine and he continued, “Doctor, your presentation was most informative, though I didn’t get quite as much out of it as everyone else.”

I laughed through another blush, “Thank you, sir.”

“Martha?” The woman with her back to us turned to Mr. Adamley. It was the same woman I had interacted with through my orgasm. I blushed harder. She merely smiled and winked at me. “Yes, there you are. Sorry, Doctor, I am at a lost without my Martha sometimes.” I wondered where this ‘difficult’ man that Mr. W referred to was. “I heard your words, Doctor. Martha had begun giving me a description of the visuals contained in your presentation before we were interrupted by friends. I wonder … Stanley, would it be possible if we monopolized the Doctor for a while for my benefit?”

I looked and Mr. W considered me. He pulled me aside, “Dear, you aren’t the sales person here but …”

“No problem, sir. This is important to the company and … well, I take pride in my work, I want to see this be successful as a personal achievement. You don’t have to ask, sir. I’ll do anything I need to.”

He waved Robert and James over, talked to them briefly, before he rejoined the company’s group at the front of the room for the session to resume.

The three of us returned to Mr. Adamley and Martha. Martha’s eyes were appraising my black guys, looked at me with a smile that seemed to know something, and whispered to Mr. Adamley. He put out his hand and I grasped it. He stood, saying, “Good, thank you for doing this for me.”

“Not a problem, sir. May I lead you to a small meeting room we have ready?” His dog stood with him and took his place at his side. I looked nervously up and down the hall before crossing it to a meeting room on the other side. Once in the room, I led him to a table and chairs. “Now, sir, how is it I can assist you?”

“My dear, I will be blunt. I have known Stanley Washburn for many years and we have done a lot of business together and he knows me well. So, what did he warn you about me, because I know he would have?”

I chuckled, “Well, sir … he said you can be difficult … honestly, sir?” He nodded. “He said you would be an important part of our success and you know it and that might lead you to being difficult.”

He reached out and touched my face with his hands as I blind man might to ‘see’. “You have a beautiful face, Doctor.” He thought for a moment, then, “Doctor, I have no reason to doubt anything I have heard. I know you by reputation and I, more important, I know Stanley to be honest and thorough. He puts out good product with sound research, development, and production. You gave the rest of the audience a personal visual of what your formulations can provide.” I thought, here it comes. “Martha, though, has another interest and it would be extremely bold of us to pursue that interest.”

I looked up at the guys and I think we were all thinking the same thing. They looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and nodded to me. I retook his hand in mine for him to not only feel my presence but also my sincerity.

“Sir, these products were born out of a bold desire to experience what can be experienced and, it was my hope, they could help others experience something bold for themselves. Martha’s bold interest will remain only that unless it is pursued.” I spoke to him but looked at her, remembering the look in her face as I orgasmed on the stage.

“Well put. And, thank you. You see, dear, Martha isn’t only my confidant and critical business assistant, she has become my personal partner I have longed for in my life. My accident took most of me away. My sight, my legs, enough nerve damage that I will never again function as a man should for a woman.” Martha’s eyes locked on him as her hands rested on his shoulders. “She would never complain. She might, in reality, be stronger than I ever thought I was. She pulled me out of my depression, got me through training to handle Gustave, pushed me to learn Braille, through physical therapy to take these steps with a cane, and to rejoice again in life. There are important things I can’t give her in return. Intimate things. So, I will be bold for her.”

“Of course, sir.”

“These men who are always around you … Martha has mentioned them … are they the ones you had pictures of?” I looked at her and smiled. I wondered if anyone might make the connection when seeing us together so much. I assure him they were. “What you did on the stage … it would seem Stanley has considerable control over you. These men, too?”

I looked at them, but spoke, “Sir, for your ears only, Mr. Washburn does indeed have considerable control over me. I have submitted myself to him, and these men, and have been their slut at his estate where I not only serve them physically but it is where I am able to do my work in private. So, yes, I will do whatever Mr. Washburn asks of me. These men, however, …”

James jumped in, “These men, Mr. Adamley, can speak for ourselves.” Martha looked at them with disappointment showing on her face. “We may have initially served the man as a job, but time has shown us that the man we serve is worthy of all the respect and honor we can give. We also will do whatever needs to be done for him.” Martha looked from me to them with renewed hope.

Mr. Adamley, “Then, my bold request … will you two allow Martha a hands-on demonstration of the formulations your good Doctor has developed?”

Robert responded, “It would be our delight to grant such a demonstration.”

Martha bent over to kiss Mr. Adamley’s cheek and whispered just loud enough for me to hear, “Thank you, Gerald.”

Once the door closed, he asked, “Now, would mind if we adjourned to my room for some privacy so I can ‘see’ for myself the changes in your body?” I told him I would be delighted but needed to retrieve some of my clothes. I returned dressed enough for the resort’s rules.

“How are you dressed, Doctor?”

I giggled, “The least I thought might be acceptable, sir. My blouse, half unbuttoned, and panties.”

He laughed as he stood with his dog, “How delicious. I shall be the envy of everyone.”

In his room, I allowed him to fumble in undressing me. When I was naked before him, as he sat in an easy chair, his güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri hands and fingers roamed my body. I have had my share of hands on my body, but this was different. This was far less sexual and more identifying my shape, size, curves, and treasures. I felt more observed by his fingers over me than I have by the many pairs of eyes that have ogled me.

He hefted my tits, “My, they are huge, aren’t they. You said you were a D and they were increased to EE. Why? Why so big? I would have thought your D tits would have been plenty big for your frame.”

I giggled and blushed. This was so much more intimate, yet without the sexual. “It wasn’t really my decision, sir.”

“Ahhhh … yes, you said you are now submissive. That sounds like it might be an interesting story, but I have pulled enough personal from you, already, I think.” It was quiet for several moments. Something more was working through his mind. “I imagine the company is counting on this being a success. I also imagine you would like to see your work be successful.” I assured him. “You said you would do ‘whatever’.”

“Whatever Mr. Washburn asked, yes. He isn’t here right now, but … yes, sir, I will do whatever I reasonably can.”

He laughed, “Ahhhh … a renowned scientist can be turned into a submissive slut, but the renowned scientist cannot be eliminated from the submissive slut.” I chuckled. “How do you feel about dogs?” My, that was a change in direction. I assured him I loved dogs. He nodded and went on to tell me about Gustave and how well the dog has served him. “The poor dog has gotten the short end of the deal it would seem, though. He doesn’t get much excitement in his life hanging around me.” I told him I suspected it was similar for most service dogs. “Perhaps so. It has come to my attention that Stanley now has several dogs.” I was silent. “He never struck me as a dog person.”

“So, I have heard from others, sir.”

“Tell me … just how much do you love dogs?” I looked down at Gustave.

I hesitated. Then, I decided to go for it. I had already done so much to my embarrassment today. “I have come to love dogs very much, sir. You could say Mr. Washburn’s dogs and I have become very familiar.”

He smiled at me, his hand dropping to where he knew from experience the dog’s head would be. “I suspected as much. Besides being a major distributor of things, do you know why Stanley would find me a good partner for these products?” I assured him I didn’t. “I also deal in some of the products yours will compete with. Web sites are full of advertising for ED d**gs, penis enlargers, etc.” He looked at me with eyes that didn’t see. “I control much of that. My access to those sites and control over what gets on the sites would be a major coup.”

I smiled. I might not be much of a salesperson, but even I could see he was bartering now. He had something important to offer, his support, for something maybe only I could offer. I paused for a beat to get my next words correct. “Sir … as close as I have become with Duke, Brutus, and King, Mr. Washburn’s dogs, I understand how much their devotion is given without the strings we humans place on our interaction. Yet, I also have come to understand how much the moments of joy we can give them can mean to them.”

He was nodding as his hand stroked the dog’s head. It was amazing to me how the same action can have such diametrically different motives. Where Harrison had intended only to abuse and humiliate me, Mr. Adamley only sought moments of primal pleasure for his faithful companion. My turn to be bold. I took his other hand and put it between my parted thighs. His fingers softly ‘looked’ over my cunt.

“Sir, perhaps I might be bold enough to suggest a reward for Gustave’s selfless service to you …”

He pulled his fingers from my cunt and smiled. “It would mean a lot to me, Dr. Trent. It would mean a great deal to me.”

I bent over to kiss his cheek. “It would be my pleasure, sir. Truly, a pleasure. Would you like to stay and listen, sir?” He nodded numbly, his hands stroking the dog lovingly. There was nothing dominating, mean, controlling, humiliating, or degrading about this from him. He merely saw an opportunity to do something for his friend and took a chance on it. While I was giving my body to be used for business, it was the easiest thing to do.

Already naked, I knelt before the dog. He looked up at his master with some uncertainty. The words coming back encouraging him relaxed the dog. I nuzzled the dog’s head, petting him over his head, neck, and down his body. I repeatedly bumped the chair until Mr. Adamley shuffled the chair away to give us room. I whispered and cooed to the dog, much like I would with Duke or Brutus or King. I encouraged the dog onto its side, lifted its hind-leg, and found the reddish dog-cock already several inches out of the sheath. Perhaps it was the scent from my aroused cunt combined with his lack of opportunity. Whatever, he seemed to be engaged.

I’ve learned from my own dogs. Dogs aren’t shy once they see what they want. It is just in their nature. Their primal instinct breaks through to complete the act they were intended to do for their species. That the bitch in front of them was not canine has not seemed to be a major problem, at least in my experience. And, that was the case here, too. I licked his exposed cock tip and received a flinch from him, but that was all. He was a very well-trained dog and his master was encouraging him so he went with what these strange things was.

I sucked on the tip, taking the copious pre-cum already forming. The dog whimpered. I pulled my mouth off and reassured him … and Mr. Adamley who was limited to the sounds coming from his dog. “Good boy … mmmmm, yes, you are a good boy. This feels good, doesn’t it. Just wait …”

Mr. Adamley’s hand was now stroking my head and bare back as I crouched to suck the dog’s immerging cock. It felt so … it felt so much like he was … petting me, encouraging me as the dog’s bitch. I moaned at the sensation that gave me. Mating dogs always felt primal, but this was different and was strangely erotic and stimulating.

I was lost in the thoughts until the dog-cock touched the back of my mouth and I came back to what was needed. I turned around on my hands and knees, presented my ass to the dog, and smacked my ass with a firm, “Mount.” He wasn’t trained, though. The command meant nothing to him, but the source of the scent did. He rose to his feet and sniffed out the source, my cunt. His wet nose pressed against my dripping cunt and I sighed. When his tongue came out and swiped over my cunt, I moaned. I let him lick me repeatedly for a minute until I pushed his snout away and wiggled my ass at him. Whatever it was that caused it, he jumped onto my back, his cock probing at my ass. I reached back between my legs and helped guide his cock to my opening. At the first penetration, I gasped and groaned. The dog began panting as he immediately began thrusting with abandon. I glanced back and saw Mr. Adamley’s hand lightly reaching to the dog’s back. A big smile spreading over his face as he felt the dog wildly fucking into me.

My groans, gasps, and moans became more intense as the dog’s fucking reached a fever pitch causing my arousal to spike but also to form his knot. I felt it butting against my cuntal opening, pressing against it, stretching it open, and forcing its way. I pressed back against the dog as his efforts became more constricted to get the knot inside to properly breed me. When it popped inside, I cried out and immediately came, my cunt spasming around the ball of dog-flesh throbbing inside. Only a moment later, though, I felt the first spurt of dog-cum coating my walls and followed by three more powerful streams of cum.

I had collapsed to the floor. The dog had turned on me so we were ass-to-ass. I had no idea how long we would be like this. My dogs could have me tied for ten minutes or so, but two of them were larger breeds than Gustave. I looked back and found the dog still receiving loving strokes from Mr. Adamley. I saw him listening and finally he asked, “Doctor, is something wrong? You have not moved.”

I smiled at the idea of explaining this to a blind man. “No, sir, everything is as it is meant to be. Dogs form a ball at the base of their cocks to tie them, lock them, to their bitch to improve insemination. This can last for some minutes.”

“How interesting. Gustave seems a bit agitated, though.”

“Sorry, sir. Nature has to take its course. He is turned so we are connected ass-to-ass. It is their natural maneuver for defense while they are limited in movement.” I tested the tie and gasped out.

“What was that, my dear?”

“I tried pulling on the tie. When I do that or he does that, the ball has a tendency to impact my g-spot. It can be quite intense, sir.” He was quiet. “Sir, if you stroke Gustave, I think I might orgasm, again, without distressing him.”

He chuckled, “By all means, dear. This is all quite amazing!”

And, I did orgasm, again. Giving a blind man an accounting of it was a new experience.

* * CHAPTER 13: EPILOGUE will follow * * Thanks for reading.

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A Day With Rohini
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My queen here is Rohini (name changed). First I would like to ask her to forgive me, please, and also to you people if there is any mistake in the story!

About her… she is marvelous, awesome, true goddess and beautiful. She is the true seductive….I still crave for her. She is really good at teasing. She had a massive figure to worth die for…

Coming to story, this day was something which I can’t forget. It was a feedback for my previous story. We started to chat shared lots of fun, we did sex chat, we both used to masturbate whenever we did sex chat. Our condition was to lock ourselves in the room and be naked and stroking and rubbing our privates. We started to enjoy each other’s company. We became so addictive to each other that we decided to do our fantasies in real.

One day I told my interest to meet her; she accepted my request and invited me to her home. I prepared myself and for the fruitful moments to be spent. I reached her home and ranged the bell, from inside a sweet voice came “coming…” I waited and after few seconds the door was opened by Rohini, the first time I saw her, she was looking gorgeous in her late 30’s too. I introduced myself as a banner, as I did, she gave a surprised smile and called me inside and locked the door and asked me to sit. I made myself comfy in the sofa and she went to bring some water we had water and was chatting about the journey and all….

Later I changed the topic by asking “so, what’s the plan?” she smiled and gave an erotic look and said “what plan! Just lots of cuddling, squeezing, stroking…. Ha ha” we both laughed and she asked me to go and get fresh up till she prepared lunch for us. I went to fresh-up, as I came and look she was in the kitchen preparing food I went there and helped her with the chores, she was open minded and straight forward, she used to make lots of fun and made me laugh. Then she asked me “so, is this your first time? Being with someone physically?” I sad “yes, as my stories are just the stories.” kartal escort Then she asked me”how do I look?” I said, “beautiful, exceptional,” she said “yeah! Do I?” and came close to me, our face was just an inch away, I was breathing heavily my hands were shivering she was coming closer to me and I went closer and gave a smooch to her just by holding her rose petals(lips) b/w my lips for few seconds… then we separated and my eyes were still close and my lips was asking more… she gave a peck on my lips patted on my cheek saying “wait may man, have entire days to explore each other” I smiled and caressed her ear and cheek and said, ” sure love, as you say!”

we prepared food and kept it on the table, as it was just 11 in morning, we got ourselves comfy in sofa and was watching TV, she was tuning the channel as I was sitting close to her she kept her left hand in my right thigh and started caressing slowly, I was aroused and I kept my right hand around her shoulder and started rubbing her shoulder and neck gently as she was wearing a tight T-shirt (and a legging) I pulled her shoulder sleeve little up and started caressing. She was coming more close to me and rubbing her body with mine up and down, I hugged her more tightly and gave a kiss on her forehead, she looked at me in a submissive and seductive way that I started kissing her gently on her forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks then slowly going to neck. She held me tightly and was rubbing my head and moaning slowly “ahhh mmm” then I came above and held her head with my head and looked her in the eyes for seconds and gave hard smooch on her lips even she started responding vigorously we were kissing and she was opening my shirt button and started pinching my nipples and chest.

While kissing I was squeezing her big boobs gently and hardly that she started moaning hard”oh! yeahhhh mmmmm ” I lifted her t-shirt and removed it she was in her bra with massive tits waiting to be free. She held me from the head and said “let’s do it banner! I can’t wait… ” and I kissed her pendik escort bayan again she came above me in my lap and started biting my lips and unbuttoned me completely and was removing my pant I was in my innerwear and she was still in bra and legging.

I stood up and she in her knees in sofa I came close to her and started kissing and kept my finger in her vagina above the legging and started rubbing it up and down she was becoming mad and was moaning “aghhh, fuck…. yeahhhh” she started to move her hips back and forth with my finger and was trying to rub her with my cock. She put her hand in my innerwear and took my cock out and started stroking it hard. She was in her best…. Then I inserted my hand her panty which was dripping wet I took my hand out and licked it in front of her and she said: “make me taste too…!” I put my hand again and then I put it in her mouth she was licking it like hell and then she smooched me. I removed her lowers and she was still in her bra. She came down and started to kiss my cock tip and stroking she made my upper skin lower and that was the time I saw my little brother as a” women pleaser”, she started giving me a blowjob as it was the first time I was about to cum.

I said to her, she didn’t respond and I released in her mouth she took my cock out and it was dripping from her side and said to me “your cock is awesome banner… I want more” I kissed her and exchanged the cumm and she again gave me a blowjob for 15 min. I then removed her bra and gave a tit fuck.

Then I made her stand kissed her again and made her lye on the sofa and parted her legs and came close to her white pussy, the smell of her pussy was brain freezing, I started smooching her thighs slowly then came close to her pussy and started fingering it slowly and started licking it… I slowly parted her pussy lips and with licking, I made her clitoris visible and started licking and sucking it slowly and gently she about died with such pleasure that she started screaming “oh aahhhh, oh yeahhh….. Lick it a banner, escort pendik go inside” she made me suffocate by pushing me inside her pussy I licked her cum ash she orgasms so bad.

Then I made her sit in doggy style and started licking her asshole and fingering, pussy like a mad dog…. She was pushing her ass and slapping me with her booty cheek. After some time she came. Then we had rest for half and hour and went to have lunch. After eating I washed all the plates and came to the room.

She was sitting and calling me I went close and took her to the bedroom and pounced on her, I put a condom and she started riding me in cowgirl way and was bouncing which made her boobs bounce, what a sight was that… she also grinded me in my face by face sitting and I fucked her in many positions of our likes. She kept on stroking me when we were relaxing lying on the bed; she kept my cock rock hard. She said “ fuck banner, you’re cock is amazing it’s still hard” I said “well, you’re keep on stroking it then” she giggled and came above me and smooched me and positioned my cock in her asshole and started inserting it slowly, it was painful for me as well as for her we both were moaning hard once it went inside we kept still, she whispered “love you banner, just stay still” she slowly started pouncing on my cock, it was still paining for both of us.

After some time the pain turned into pleasure we started fucking fast the turned into rough anal fuck we both were exhausted and I came in her ass. We both lay down in the bed for some time it was eve 7, we went for a shower there also we made love; we never wanted to leave each other. We hugged each other under the shower and stayed there for a moment. Then we came out dressed. I thanked her for the wonderful moment she gave, I thanked her by – I loved and cherished each moment spent with you, you were exceptional, Love you Rohini. Love to be with you again. See you soon, before going we had a deniable kissing and she was bit sad, as I was still said her bye take care… hoping to meet again.

We still chat, have sex chat, and think about different fantasies…

Now waiting for another chance to be together.

Hope you ppl liked my story. Any comments or feedback or suggestion or to talk please feel free

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My GF Turned Me into a Whore PT2
After that first night I was so sore and satisfied, we continued with our strapon play doing it in every possible position: standing up, doggy, missionary, and sideways. She was really into it and loved talking raunchy. Then she stopped using the strapon altogether and shortly after that we stopped having sex for a couple of weeks.

I was getting nervous that she might be having second thoughts about the direction our sex life took. A few more days passed and I decided to bring up the subject.

“Honey is something wrong?” I asked.

“No, why what’s up?” she replied.

“Well … it’s just that we haven’t … you know … for awhile,” I stammered out.

She got this coy look and feigned ignorance, “We haven’t done what baby?”

“We haven’t played around for awhile and I was worried that you might be turned off or something like that,” I was nervous about her response.

She stood and gave me a long passionate kiss saying, “I have my reasons for holding back for awhile. I want you really horny for this Friday because I have a surprise for you.” I was getting hard as she grouped my ass and ran her tongue up the side of my neck.

“What’s the surprise?”

She whispered, “If I told you that it wouldn’t be a surprise would it? And no masturbating promise?”

I nodded in agreement.

By the time Friday came I was so horny I couldn’t stand it. We had a couple of glasses of wine and relaxed for a while. She reminded me about her promise to dress me up to look exactly like a girl and I remembered.

She led me to the shower where I used a cream that took off all my body hair, when I stepped out I was entirely hairless except for the hair on my head. I enjoyed the smoothness of my skin as she helped me rub in a body lotion that left my skin soft and smelling nice. Next, she had me sit down and began to apply make-up as we had some more wine. I was amused at how I left lipstick on my wine glass. After she finished making me up she went to her closet and got out several boxes.

I was curious what was in those boxes. She opened one and returned with a long curly brunette wig that she secured on my head.

She said, “I settled on this color because it strikes me as a more slutty hair color than blond, later on we can try out blond too.”

I couldn’t see my self in the mirror because she had moved it so I couldn’t peek until I was entirely transformed. I shook my head and remarked at how well it was attached.

She grabbed a handful of hair pulled my head back and said, “I can pull your hair hard and it won’t come off plus you won’t feel a thing.”

She surprised the hell out of me by opening a box that revealed a pair of fake silicone breasts complete with nipples. She held them up, “Here’s your tits baby. I decided to be generous because we both know how important it is to have a nice pair.”

She applied a mixture of spirit gum and some other adhesive attaching both breasts to my chest she blended them into my natural skin tone with some makeup and stepped back smiling a wicked smile.

She pinched a nipple and looked at me saying, “Now you have tits bigger than mine baby.” She leaned down and licked a nipple giving a little moan as she did so.

She walked back over to the next box and took out a black corset saying, “This will give you a girlish figure.” She helped me get into it then laced it up. Next, she braced herself and told me to suck it in as she cinched it up tightly.

She stepped back and said, “Wow, you have an hourglass figure now complete with hips.”

The other boxes contained lingerie: garter belt, black lace stockings, matching bra and black silk thong panties. I quickly dressed in the lingerie expecting that we would immediately start having sex.

She stepped back whistling and said, “Wow, you look soooo sexy – I told you I could dress you up to look just like a woman.” With that she turned the full-length mirror around and I saw myself.

I was stunned into silence. My red lips opened into a seductive ‘O’ complete kaçak bahis with a generous amount of shiny lip-gloss. I touched my breasts rubbing the nipples through the see-thru black lace bra. My hands roamed over my waist and bare ass.

I looked exactly like a slutty woman except for one thing – my cock!

She was watching me with intense interest and said, “You look exactly like a woman except for your big dick. You look like a shemale baby. The best of both worlds – you look hot!”

She handed me a black silk dress and a pair of heels. I slipped on the dress and stepped into the heels she said, “I want us to have a night we’ll both remember for a long time. Let’s get a hotel room so we can make noise without the neighbors hearing or worrying about being interrupted.”

I thought about it for a second and said, “Dressed like this?”

She smiled and said, “Don’t worry you are definitely passable as a woman. My only worry is that some guy will come along and steal you away from me.” She said with a little pout.

I laughed and said, “You don’t have to worry about that I’m all yours.”

We piled into the car, she brought along some essentials for our stay, and off we went. She drove with purpose eventually going through a bad part of town where hookers and d**g dealers frequented.

I asked, “Where are we going?”

She just smiled and said, “Don’t worry trust me. You do trust me don’t you?” I nodded.

We ended up at a questionable looking hotel she announced, “We’re here baby lets go.” She got out and I followed her she produced a key and let herself into a room.

I was surprised that she had a key and wanted to know why.

“I’ve been planning this for awhile I wanted everything to be perfect for you baby.” She went to the kitchen and came back with two glasses of wine.

I finished mine in two gulps then we began talking.

“You look so hot dressed like a woman, so what would you like to do tonight baby?” She asked with raised eyebrows.

“Whatever you want to do honey. I want to fuck,” I said.

I got a little head rush and commented, “Wow, how many glasses of wine have I had anyway?”

She tilted her head to one side, “Not nearly enough baby, don’t worry it’s not like you have to drive tonight.”

Then she continued, “Since your dressed like a slut I want you to pretend that you are one. I want you to really get into it, so what do you say.”

I was tingling all over as I said, “Oh yeah honey use me like a whore.” I licked my lips seductively. She took my hand leading me to the living room.

She handed me a blindfold saying it would heighten the experience.

I put it on and she kissed me deeply.

Her mouth was replaced by a ball gag she secured snuggly around my head.

I mumbled surprise anticipating my question she said, “This way you can moan as loudly as you want or scream in ecstasy and no one can hear you – plus I want you helpless completely in my control.”

She maneuvered my hands behind my back and secured them with handcuffs.

Next she pushed me down onto my knees and then over a bench.

She finished by securing my legs to the bench with some rope.

I heard her making noise and I was trying to figure out what she was doing.

A few moments passed she was making more noise being very busy.

She asked, “You love being dressed up like a whore don’t you. You want to be used like a slut. You want your ass violated by a big cock don’t you? (She loosened the ball gag)”

I said, “yesss.”

She said, “I can’t hear you baby. Tell me the honest truth what do you want more than anything in the world.”

I said, “I want to be fucked.”

The excitement caused me to have another head rush I was feeling very high. She moved behind me lifting up my dress moved my thong to one side stroking my ass softly applying a generous amount of lube which drove me crazy.

I said, “Oh yeah honey please I want it bad.”

She asked, “What is it you want baby?”

I said, “I want a big hard cock up my tight little ass.”

She lightly slapped my casino oyna ass, secured the ball gag again, and said, “Since you asked nicely and look so cute I guess your ready.”

She removed my blindfold and I saw her walk over to a video camera on a tripod I wondered where the heck it came from. She switched it off so that the red light blinked out.

She said, “Excellent, now that I have your statement that’s irrefutable documentation permanently recorded its time for your surprise baby. You probably thought it was being dressed up like a girl but it’s not. Want to guess what I have planned?”

Just then there was a loud knock at the door.

She looked at me saying, “Oh yeah, right on time baby.”

She opened the door and I heard voices but couldn’t see who was there my head was swooning and I almost lost consciousness.

She reappeared in front of me detached the video camera from the tripod and switched it on panning it around the room then pointing it directly at me.

She said, “Now boys this little slut likes it kinda rough after she’s been warmed up and don’t worry there’s enough to go around.”

I was in a surreal dreamland and was surprisingly relaxed and very aroused. I felt hands all over my body and fingers probing my ass I let out an involuntary moan like some eager slut.

I heard someone say, “C’mon bust that white ass!”

I felt pressure then something large thrusted into my ass. I arched my back and let out a cry muffled by the ball gag. A long slow push slowly forced every inch into me I felt it bottom out and the tingle of pubic hair. I clamped down hard on the large intruder with my anal muscles and I heard a man’s voice, “Son-of-a-bitch this cunt is milking my dick with her ass muscles. You like that don’t you bitch?”

I felt a hard slap on my ass and responded by wiggling my butt around.

The next memory I have was being free of the restraints straddling a black man wearing a ski mask bouncing up and down on his long cock while another took me from behind and pounded my ass hard.

I was doing a double anal penetration when a hard cock was rubbed across my lips.

I never had that much inside of me before and it was real too.

After that I faded in and out. I woke up the next morning alone with a splitting headache I staggered to the bathroom after a long piss I noticed a note taped to the mirror.

It was from her and said, “After all the excitement last night I decided to let you sleep it off. Give me a call when you wake up.”

I called her up she asked, “So how are you this morning?”

I said ok except for a headache.

She said, “I left some pills on the counter and there’s some juice in the frig.” She could tell I was reluctant to take any pills especially after being d**gged, “Don’t worry baby they’re safe to a take. I gave you something extra last night because I wanted you relaxed and compliant. Plus it gives you an excuse if you have any regrets … well do you have any?”

I said, “No, from what I remember it was wild I enjoyed myself. I can’t believe I actually did those things. I’m just a little worried I guess.”

I decided to take the pills the juice tasted wonderful.

She asked, “So you’re not all freaked out or anything right?”

I said no just worried.

She asked, “What are you worried about?”

I said I was worried about people finding out about what I did.

She replied, “Don’t worry those guys don’t know your name or even what you really look like and you will never know who they are because they all wore ski masks. So you worried about anything else?”

I said diseases.

She assured me that they all wore condoms and we practiced safe sex so it was cool and she asked again if anything else worried me about last night.

I reluctantly said, “I’m worried you think I’m gay.”

She laughed and reassured me again by saying, “Your not gay just kinky and just because you like to get fucked in the ass and role play it doesn’t commit you to a lifestyle unless you want it that way. Even if you decide that canlı casino siteleri your bisexual that’s nothing more than just acknowledging what everyone else feels but is too afraid to admit.”

Relieved I said, “Thanks for everything honey I really appreciate it honestly I do. What about the video tape?”

There was a long pause and she said, “Well now baby that tape is mine and there is only one copy of it.”

I said, “Copy?”

She continued, “Yeah I left you the only copy so you could watch it there in the hotel. As a matter of fact all you have to do is push play.”

I pushed play and saw myself on the TV being pumped full of big black dick. I stammered, “Oh my god.”

She giggled and said, “You know what they say once you go black you never go back.”

I asked, “How many?”

She replied, “You took on five well hung black guys last night baby, so how do you feel? Sore or what?”

I continued to watch the TV and said, “You’ll be surprised but I’m not all that sore I guess you did a good job of breaking me in.”

She said, “So was I right or was I right. Doesn’t the real thing feel better than plastic?”

I said it felt good but I would still enjoy her strapon play.

She said, “Good. I wasn’t able to fuck you last night because you were just a little to busy but I can’t wait until I see you cause I got myself a new larger strapon and I can’t wait to use it on you.”

I had a raging hard on I asked, “What now honey?”

There was a pause as the effect of the pills began to take effect.

I asked, “I thought those pills were safe to take honey I’m starting to space out again.”

She said, “Don’t worry it won’t be like last night you’ll just get real high is all. Now as for what’s next on the agenda I have a couple of ideas.”

She stopped as if in deep thought I asked her what she had in mind. “I have the room reserved until Monday and it’s only Saturday morning so you could stay and take advantage of it.”

I told her that I was up to it and wanted some details.

She said, “The guys last night expressed an interest in seeing you again I could set it up so that they drop by this afternoon for you and even bring some friends. Or if your feeling really brave you could turn a few tricks. I left a new outfit for you hanging in the closet and there’s some makeup in the bathroom for you to freshen up with.”

I said, “Turn tricks?”

She countered, “Yeah dress up stand on the corner and find some Johns to suck or bring ‘em back to the room to fuck you. I have it on authority that you’ll bring in some serious cash.”

I replied, “No I can’t do that.”

She laughed and said, “I can force you to do it baby.”

I said, “What!”

She continued, “I have the original tape and as long as I do I can pimp your ass out as I see fit!”

I heard a knock at the door.

She heard it over the phone and told me to answer it because she had sent someone over to get me up this morning before she knew I was already awake.

I opened the door and there was a black guy who walked in giving me a slap on the ass as he passed me by.

She told me that he was here to give me a little wake up and I was to keep talking to her on the phone until he was gone. She said I was to do exactly as I was told or else. He was sitting at the dining room table drawing out white lines of what appeared to be cocaine.

He motioned me over to the table and handed me a rolled up bill.

She asked what was going on and I told her.

She said take the bill and snort as many lines as you can.

I kept the phone pressed to my ear as I snorted up several lines.

He was behind me and bended me over the table lifting up my dress and began jabbing his cock between my cheeks.

I moaned out loud and she told me to describe everything that was happening which I did.

He pumped my ass severely finally grinding against my butt with his huge cock twitching inside me.

He slipped out of me and pulled up his pants and just walked out leaving a small mound of cocaine on the table, a couple of more lines, and a used condom.

She giggled and said, “Now you’re a genuine coke whore baby how do you feel?”

I was very high and replied, “I feel great honey.”

She said, “Now get that fucking ass out there and make me some money bitch!”

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Briefs Buddy Part 4
Dave knew what he had to do next. The whole morning his dick had been twitching, up and down, up and down like a hand pump on a boat at sea. It had started first thing with all the excitement of being in his briefs outdoors, something he had been looking forward to for weeks. But that had been as nothing compared with the explosion of desire triggered by the sight of Matt, his fit body and most of all the stirring glimpse of the briefs above his shorts. The conversation with Matt about briefs had been strangely erotic, and seeing the lad strip to his briefs, and then remove them, had brought him to a high level of sexual fervour.

There could only be one way forward. He had to have an underwear sex session, and with the help of the briefs he loved so much, to shoot his load.

As he walked back into the house, Dave was already planning the horniest playtime he could come up with. He would not rush things. He had the whole afternoon ahead of him. He wanted to savour every moment and enjoy every aspect of the briefs sex which for so long, almost since he could remember, had filled his life with fun and pleasure.

Before his cock grew too hard again he needed a piss, so went into the downstairs toilet. What he saw next took his breath away. Next to the wash basin was a carefully folded pair of white Calvins with a note: “Thanks for the t-shirt. Have these from me. Matt”

Dave picked up the precious gift and clutched it to his face, burying his nose deep into the briefs. Fortunately he remembered the need to piss and managed to do so before his cock got out of hand once more. He tucked it away with some difficulty inside his Jockeys, noting with unconcern that the last couple of drops of piss had soaked into the front panel of the briefs. All grist to the mill, he thought.

In the bedroom Dave prepared for action. He always kept a few pairs of recently worn briefs handy for his daily wank sessions so first of all he found these and spread them across the bed. In pride of place, right in the middle , he placed Matt’s Calvins. His quick sniff of them downstairs had shown him that they were as ripe and raunchy a pair as he had had from another guy for quite a time – and he was well into trading used briefs. Also they were less anonymous. He had seen the k** sweat in them, he’d seen his big package stretching them and he’d seen the waistband riding up above Matt’s sweet arse. Yes, these would be the stars of this afternoon’s session.

His next task was to sort out the porn to accompany his wank-fest. Dave loved porn and took some care over his choice. Many porn videos claimed underwear content but few really lived up to their claims. Perhaps half a minute of guys down to their briefs but then the briefs would come off, be casino oyna chucked on the floor and that was the last you saw of them.

Of course, like any red-blooded gay man Dave was happy enough to see guys sucking and wanking and fucking, and the more guys in the scene the hotter he would find it. Cum showers at the end of a scene were a real turn on, and he specially liked it when a guy being fucked shot his load, maybe hammering the wall over his own head with his spunk – anyone could understand this who’d had a guy hitting the g-spot up his arse. But in all circumstances Dave would have preferred the guys to have their underpants on, and if possible to have briefs in their hands and on their faces too. There was an ultra-strong pleasure from the touch, taste and smell of well worn briefs.

Some of the best underwear porn he had found was on the free sites, like X-hamster and Pornhub. There were lots of scenes of guys wanking in their briefs, cumming in their briefs and sniffing their briefs, many of which were really horny. But most of them were short and not suitable to accompany a long, slow wank session such as Dave had in mind. On the other hand there were a few, such as the Cumshots in Underwear cumpilations on X-Tube, which were longer if not always great quality. A tricky choice. In the end he settled for one of the cumpilations so that, if he happened to glance up from his own jerking off, he would see big cocks in their briefs oozing cum through the fabric of the briefs and leaking it down the legs.

Dave brought the X Tube vid up on his large flat TV screen and settled down to more serious business. He took off his trainers and tshirt but not his white socks, and then removed his Jockeys, adding them to the briefs on the bed. With his heart racing he then picked up Matt’s Calvins and had another sniff. It was intoxicating, and Dave noticed how his cock, already rock hard, was jerking forward, trying to get even harder, with every heart beat. Carefully he put on the Calvins, drawing them slowly up his legs and then pulling them over his crotch and butt cheeks until they were tight. It was a wonderful feeling. Wearing another guy’s briefs was always a great turn on for Dave and he treasured the ones he had received from swaps with guys on line. This time he had actually seen the briefs being worn by Matt not half an hour ago and this added to the excitement he felt.

The feel of the soft fabric covering his cock, balls and arse was wonderful, and he noticed the pronounced pouch made in the briefs by Matt’s generous package. He walked over to the mirror to admire the effect and, though not a vain man, he saw, as anyone else would have, how his fine physique was well enhanced by a good pair of briefs. His right hand, canlı casino siteleri inevitably, moved to the briefs and he began to trace the rim of his arsehole through the fabric, in a slow and deliberate way. Gradually he moved his whole hand between the butt cheeks and gently massaged his arse. The Calvins were made for this, he thought, as his fingers drifted south and softly began to rub the area between balls and arse.

Meanwhile, of its own volition, his left hand had found its way to the pouch area of the briefs. It was clear that Matt’s thick cock had lain on the lefthand of the pouch, and Dave’s slotted into the same space. The Calvins accentuated the lines of his dick and Dave found the effect of this incredibly sexy, even though it was his own dick. The mirror in fact helped create the illusion that there was another horny guy in the room as well as himself.

For a few minutes Dave stood there pleasuring himself through Matt’s briefs and feeling that life did not have much more to offer than this. From time to time, one of the guys in the cumpilation video would start to breathe heavily and utter a moan or a cry of ecstasy or just a satisfied grunt of pleasure as white spunk forced its way through yet another pair of briefs. Sometimes Dave would look up and register with some delight what was going on. But he needed no distraction from the horny activity he was himself engaged on with Matt’s briefs.

Moving back to the bed he quickly took off the Calvins and, after a quick sniff, put on a pair of well worn white M&S bikini briefs he had had on two days earlier’ His cock was now so rampant that it pushed the fabric away from his balls and as he looked in the mirror he could see his balls in a side view, drawn up against the base of his cock. Dave now picked up Matt’s Calvins, the Jockeys he had been wearing earlier, and yesterday’s worn pair of Hanes. He lay down on the bed, his head resting on a pair of FTLs he had worn the week before for two days and which he had not yet washed. He liked his own man smells and the FTLs were a powerful aphrodisiac.

A guy on the video was screaming for joy as he creamed a pair of black 2xists, and Dave gave a lustful chuckle as he put Matt’s briefs over his head, breathing in deeply the smell of the young lad’s dick and bollocks. For Dave, this was one of the most awesome things under heaven. To smell the sweat and cock aroma of a young man, to savour the pubes which Matt had left on the briefs, to pick up the faint whiff of piss stains and Matt’s gorgeous arse as he pressed the briefs into his face, this was something else entirely. The effects were electric – it was as if there was a direct current between these briefs, with all their amazing scent of Matt, and Dave’s canlı bahis cock. It twitched and lurched ever more furiously than before, craving for some relief from Dave which the lad was not yet willing to provide.

Leaving the Calvins over his head, Dave picked up the Jockeys and the Hanes. With one pair in each hand, he found the softest part, where his arse had been, and placed that over his tits. If every other erogenous part of his body was freaking out on briefs, why should the tits be left out? Breathing in deeply on the Calvins, he began to fondle his tits through the briefs, and thus gave his cock yet another shockwave of pleasure. He continued doing this for a few minutes, whilst the pressure below reached boiling point.

So at last Dave made a move to give his now aching cock and balls the release they demanded. He took the waistband of the M&S briefs and pulled it up and close to his body, so that his briefs exerted pressure on his dick and at the same time gave his balls a warm and comfortable feeling. He moved the waistband from side to side, creating different pressures on his cock, and by deft use of his fingers on the fabric below the waistband he was able to stimulate his cockhead. This process produced pulses of pleasure throughout his groin.

At no time did Dave actually touch his cock through the briefs. By maintaining the movements of the waistband, the stimulus of the cockhead by the fabric, the tweaking of one or other of his tits with his free hand, and by the incredibly sexy experience of breathing through Matt’s briefs, Dave’s juices were raging. At one point he paused and lifting up Matt’s briefs from his face, and pulling away the M&S waistband, he was able to see that a pearly drop of precum had formed on the tip of his dick. He fingered this and put it into his mouth – the smell and taste of precum being yet another of the joys of sex for Dave. Then it was back to work as before. He quickened the pace of his pulling on the M&S briefs, and all the other actions he was carrying out, and soon he could feel waves of pleasure welling up from his balls into his cock, causing him to work ever faster to maintain the momentum. The feel of the cotton fabric on his cock was overwhelming him with thrills and happiness, whilst every deep breath on Matt’s pants sent his head spinning into overdrive. The upward gush of cum was now unstoppable, and Dave let out the time-worn cry “I’m cumming” as one final drag on Matt’s Calvins forced a fountain of spunk into his briefs, drenching them, oozing out of the fabric and trickling down through the leg holes.

Exhausted, but supremely happy, Dave lay on the bed and thanked his lucky stars for such a horny, raunchy session of briefs-filled sex. As he did so, a guy on the screen, silent this time but with a broad grin on his face, let fly a huge wad of cum into some purple briefs. It leaked through the material and strings of it dripped to the floor. It was the last cumming of the cumpilation, and the credits rolled.

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Who was that masked man (part 2)
Marianne soon became engaged in chatting with one guest or another and Sandy felt herself becoming alone in a room of masked strangers, engaged in heavy petting, flirting and open sex play.
When she felt her, fingers taken in, a gentle hand and someone whisper, “Excuse me,” in her ear, she almost jumped out of her naked skin.
She turned to face a man, somewhat taller than she, with a hairy chest and arms, wearing the mask of a Greek comedy muse.
Laughing eyes peeped out from behind the golden smile.
“I wondered if you might care to dance?” he asked.
She lowered eyes shyly and immediately wished she had not, the chap was endowed with an as yet flaccid, but utterly huge penis, at least nine inches long unerect, with a strong girth and shaven pubic hair.
For the first time in years, she felt the involuntary jerk in her stomach that signalled a sudden and urgent rush of moisture to her vagina, the sight of that unsheathed weapon had turned her on in a way she had not felt since she was a horny student.
“Yes, yes thank you I would,” she accepted.
Never letting go of her hand, the man gently raised it and lead her out on to the dance floor.
The Orchestra struck up a slow number and he placed his other hand about her waist, leading her in a floating circle that seemed to make her feel lighter than air, until some one behind bumped their posterior in to her bottom , pushing her closer to her partners and crushing her breasts against his chest.
She felt she should step back and apologise, but found herself reluctant to do so.
His arm slid further about the small of her back and held her there; she leaned her head on his breast and continued to dance.
She felt her nipples beginning to harden and push in canlı bahis to him, becoming more sensitive and sending little thrills of electric passion, direct to her genitals.
She quickly became aware of his hardening member pressing up between them, brushing over her pubic hair and pressing in to her lower belly; she widened her eyes and wondered just how large it could get, as the tip crawled toward her navel.
She pushed herself closer, trapping his member between them, until she felt his pulse throbbing through him.
He let go of her hand and his arms enfolded her, holding her heaving bosom to his chest, the other hand gently resting on her buttocks and holding her to his belly and inflexible pole.
She could feel herself dripping now, creamy moisture was spreading from her swollen lips to her upper thighs and her sex was crying out for stimulation.
She became aware that he was kissing her neck, the mask resting on his forehead, she could not see his face, but oh, how she could feel hot soft lips on her shoulder and neck, burning with sensual fire.
She was blushing from her face to her ribs, her breasts swelling and her belly on fire.
“Could we go out on to the veranda?” she whispered. “I’m a little warm.”
“Of course,” he replied, sliding his mask back in to place as he raised his head. He put a strong arm about her shoulder, and led her toward the nearest set of French doors.
Sand, fanned her face with her hand, and wondered if Terry had ever made her feel like this, the answer was of course no, none of her lovers had, since Marianne. However, with her they had both had a sort of mutual understanding it was just practice until the right boy came along.

Out on the terrace beneath the veranda several couple were already bahis siteleri enjoying themselves.
One man masked as a hawk leaned back ward against the stone railing, while a woman wearing a domino mask straddled him, rocking her hips back and forth with a passionate urgency.
General sir Edward was efficiently and in military time ploughing his good lady wife on a breakfast table while she in turn was handling the cocks of two other men with an exuberance fitting for a woman half her age.
In a darkened shady nook, two ladies tended to one another with such passion that their cries of ecstasy and joy rang from the buttresses.

“It seems rather crowded,” Sandra remarked.
“Don’t mind us,” called back the general.
“Spiffing party.” Called out his wife happily.

The man raised his mask a little and sought out her lips with his, the first kiss was gentle and chaste, soft lip to soft lip, she had barely sighed “oh my,” when he returned to her, this time pushing apart her lips, his mouth wide and passionate, as he probed her mouth and wrapped his tongue about hers.
She felt herself melt in to him, one leg curl about his shin and her hungry vulva press down on his leg, as his penis pressed against her rib, the tip tickling wetly upon the underside of her breast.
She pulled away breathing hard, desire flaming inside; she turned about and leaned over the railing, presenting herself to him like nothing more than a b**st in heat, urgent, a****listic.
She felt his large hands grasp her hips; she spread her legs wider, and felt for a moment a teasing pressure rimming the entrance to her.
“Oh god, please don’t tease” She whimpered. “Please put it in me.”
Being the gentleman he was, he felt honoured to oblige.
The swollen tip passed canlı bahis siteleri over the lips and entrance, the shaft followed, and followed, more and more, slowly and deliberately penetrating smoothly, sliding as over silk, until she thought there could not possibly be more, and then the ecstatic thrill and his testicles bumped in to her clitoris.
She gasped aloud, and growled “oh my god!”
He withdrew a little and it felt like heaven, before he plunged back inside again, his movements slow but deliberate, strong yet gentle.
On the fifth stroke she felt herself burning, by the next she knew that the trembling she felt meant she could not hold back, at any moment she would orgasm, her hips twitched in response, she began to meet his thrusts, her mind became a foaming pool of overwhelming pleasure, no though, no understanding just powerful undeniable need.
She pushed back against him hard and the explosion of pleasure rattled her legs, her knees felt so weak had not the rail been there to cling on to she would have fallen.
Stars exploded in her eyes and he whole body convulsed.
She knew what it was to orgasm, by the clitoris, by the vagina but this was so much more, this was a whole body experience this was absolute orgasm.
She felt her juices rush out of her, soaking her, soaking his cock, soaking his legs and hips, rush after rush of moisture, warm and tingling, convulsing her and making her gasp.
He withdrew, as she collapsed exhausted over the rail, struggling for breath and sensibility.
As her eyes cleared and her throbbing pudenda eased slightly she turned to continue only to find he was gone.
She checked herself and found no evidence of his orgasm only her own clear juices, he had not cum in her, nor anywhere near about.
How could it be? What man could bring her to such earth shattering orgasms, bring her such pleasure and yet take nothing for himself.
She determined to find out who he was, and still wet and dripping plunged back in to the happy throng.

TBC

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Swimming in lake with wife’s best friend
One evening we were driving home and wife’s best friend was with us. She was coming to us very often and staying on guest room often for days.

It was hot summer evening, so I was proposing to get to the lake in forest for a swim. Wife’s friend Ewa said yes immediately, but wife was saying that she would rather stay at home and cook, but we can get to swim.

Great, so we brought wife at home and went to swim. She was very close friend to my wife, so she knew that i’m always naked at home (so is my wife). When we arrived at like through the wild forest road (for that reason I have off road jeep), I “remembered” that I forgot my swimwear at home. And as I’m not wearing any underwear (and Ewa knows it from my wife), I said bahis siteleri canlı to her I will be skinny dipping.

No problem for her as we have often been together naked in sauna, also on nudist beach. But all other times it was together with my wife also.

So I got naked and got in water. I turned around and I saw how she also undressed naked and then slowly walked to water and inside lake. Even if it was evening and sun was already getting down, I saw her body so perfect. I always loved to look at her body. Long legs. Big, round ass and really big tits with big areolas around nipples.

We were swimming, playing, joking, etc. Finally we got out from water. Both together at the same time. Slowly we walked to the car to take towels. Then casino siteleri we were drying ourselves in front of each other.

After we got in car, I did not dress, my towel was just around me. She also did not dress, just put towel around her. Towels were not very big, so when we started driving, my towel opened immediately and I was sitting there in jeep and driving naked. I had to pay my attention to road (or better to say – no road), so I did not even try to cover myself again. After a minute or so also her towel opened and she was sitting next to me naked. She tried once to cover herself, but next jumping with car again opened her towel. Then she did not even try to cover herself anymore.

It was so hard for me to concentrate and watch the road canlı casino as her big tits were bouncing there right next to me. That bouncing of car was also working on me and my dick become harder and harder.

When we arrived at home, I was really hard. She was just looking at me and smiling. Then she got out from car, put towel around her and went inside. I also put towel around me and went inside in home to my wife.

She had prepared already the food. And she had changed to her normal home dress – one long t-shirt. Nothing under it. Wife did not hesitate to walk around home even naked in front of her friend, so this t-shirt was the most common dress of my wife at home.

Soon also came Ewa – also dressed just in one of my old, big t-shirts.

Nothing else happened that evening, we were just chatting, drinking wine and after got to sleep. Before sleeping we had amazing sex with wife. And she was soooooo loud. Her friend was in the room next to us, so she hear everything perfectly, but it was sooo great …

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