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I was in my late 30’s, very happily bi-sexual and really only interested in receiving good blow jobs. Coming home one Saturday afternoon from a meeting somewhere I stopped off at a public toilet where one was as almost guaranteed to get a quick blowjob. The Toilet was underground which meant you could hear someone coming down the steps before they arrived if you were enjoying some pleasurable activity.

There was one man there when I arrived standing at the wall urinal and obviously stroking his cock so, not one to be shy I stepped up beside him, unzipped and did the same. Within seconds his hand was on me and he started stroking me very softly and very nicely. He stooped and gave me a soft, sweet suck and then said, “I just live down the road, would you care to come back home with me? He was good looking, he had a sensitive mouth, he lived close by. What else could I ask for?

I followed him down the hill to his apartment block parked and he led me up to his flat. It turned out he was Russian and was visiting New Zealand working here for a two year contract.

Now I was hoping for a good oral session and, believe bursa escort me, he was VERY good but he had an ulterior motive. His cock was the largest I have ever seen outside of a porn film It was thick and it was long (actually MASSIVE is the best description) and it fascinated me.

He asked me to let him try to excite me enough to let him put the head into my almost virgin bum.

There was something about this guy, he was just turning me on. He promised to stop at any time and that he would be very slow and very gently and I believed him.

He positioned me kneeling on his bed but down on my haunches while he stood beside the bed and first he softly licked all around my arse, tickling and gently probing with his tongue, That felt sweet, Then he got some lube and just played around the outside of my hole gently stroking and pressing with a finger and then gradually the pressing became a bit firmer but never fast and never hard. Meanwhile he kept asking if I were OK.

Oh Yes, this was all rather neat. His little finger (at least I think it was) gradually çanakkale escort inserted itself a little way in my bottom and then came out, more lube and in again until I became totally used to the lovely slidy and filling sensation and then he tried another thicker finger and repeated the exercise, gradually getting me used to the sensations, then two fingers. I couldn’t believe this was happening, The sensation of filling was lovely, the slidy sensation was erotic AND THEN HE FOUND MY PROSTATE. Oh heck!!

He probably fooled around for 15 minutes and then said he wanted to try his cock, I could say stop at any time. I thought of this MASSIVE thing and wondered how it could possibly fit but I was so aroused and trusted him at this stage that I said yes.

Again lots of lube and he pressed this warm soft/hard thing against my hole, pressing and releasing, pressing and releasing and I really believe my bottom just opened to receive him. He was incredibly patient once the head was in. He just stood there with it resting inside me and I gradually became used rize escort to the sensation of this enormous plug in my bottom. Then he moved it, ever so slightly, forward and then stopped. My arsehole was being stretched beyond anything I thought was possible but it didn’t really hurt, He pressed in some more and I yielded to home. Then he withdrew a small bit and pushed again. I could feel him slathering lots of lube around the outside of my bum and presumably on his cock.

He pushed very gently again and more of this monster came in, Then he moved back a bit and pushed in, moved back, pushed and I pushed back toward him and he slid the lot into me. VERY slowly but very purposefully.

You know I am trembling as I write this and yet it happened probably 30 years ago or more

I was experiencing a whole new world of sensation. By all rights I should be screaming in pain with a monster like this in my but in fact it was novel and nice and I wanted to give him pleasure to so I just let him slide slowly in and out and enjoyed feeling his pleasure increase. Finally he said I am coming and I felt his cock swell in my hole and then he was shuddering and releasing. When he had softened he very slowly eased himself out and pressed me to my side on the bed to rest and to relive my cramped legs. He got a warm face cloth (only three of my male partners ever think of that nicety) and wiped me down..

We had a coffee together and I left and never saw him again.

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As Jeff and I sat there like statues, Jeff more so than me, I couldn’t help but glance down and see that Steve was hard in his dress slacks! It wasn’t fully erect but was clear to see he was pretty aroused. I could almost hear Jeff’s heartbeat and he was breathing pretty fast in anticipation of what Steve was going to say! Steve could tell that Jeff was freaked and said, “Calm down Jeff, nothing bad is going to happen.”

Jeff let out a small sigh but still sat erect and tense. Steve looked over at me and said, “Tell him it’s all going to be ok.”

I looked at Jeff and could see the fear in his eyes. I put my hand on his leg and said, “No worries bud, trust me.”

Jeff locked eyes with me and said, “What do you mean?”

I smiled and looked at Steve and said, “Should I tell him or do you want to?”

Steve said, “Probably better to show him!”

With that, Steve stood up and unzipped his dress pants and pulled his now fully erect cock out of the zipper. It took some fishing and wiggling but after a few seconds, he managed to get all 10″ out. With his zipper constricting it a bit, it stuck straight out from his pants which somehow made it look bigger than it was! He stroked it a couple times and then sat back down in his recliner. I looked over at Jeff to see his mouth open in shock as he stared at his step dads huge cock for the first time! Steve put both his hands on the arms of his chair and said, “Come over here Bill, show him “our” little secret!”

I got up from the couch and started to make my way over to Steve’s chair. Once there, I looked over my shoulder at Jeff and said, “I’ve been doing this for a few months, he found out about us and asked me to help drain him on a regular basis.”

I got on my knees and turned my attention back to Steve’s cock. Before I reached for düzce escort it, I noticed it was bouncing with his heart beat and could tell he was a little nervous too with how fast it was bouncing! I reached out and grabbed it with my right hand while I got more comfortable on my knees in front of him. Once I found the sweet spot for my knees, I leaned forward and started to lick the tip of his cock. Once it was wet, I opened my mouth and slide his cock past my lips to my waiting tongue. We both let out a soft moan as I worked his cock deeper into my eager mouth. Having about 8″ in, I started the slow suck back up to his swollen head and let it plop from my mouth. I again looked back at Jeff and noticed he looked calmer. I moved a little so he could see Steve’s cock as I slowly stroked the entire length of it! I said, “Pretty nice cock eh?”

Jeff said, “It’s huge! How long have you been blowing him”

Before I could answer, Steve said, “Since the second time he blew you in your room watching the porn I gave you!”

Jeff laughed and said, “Jesus man, you could have told me you were blowing my step dad!”

I said, “Like you and me, it was our secret.” As I turned and put Steve’s cock back in my mouth. Sucking it a few more times to lube it back up, I turned back to Jeff and said, “You can only cum so many times in a day and I wanted as much as I could get so Steve let’s me drain him a few times a week.”

Steve interrupted and said, “More like 4 to 5 times a week.” As he nudged my head back to his still throbbing cock. Taking the hint, I put him back in my mouth and sucked a little faster, wanting his load and wanting Jeff to see me take his load. After a few minutes, I heard Steve say, “You can jerk off and watch if you want, or come help edirne escort Bill, it’s all our secret now!”

With Steve’s hand still on my head while I sucked his cock, I heard shuffling behind me on the couch. Wanting to see what was happening, I tried to come off Steve’s cock and look but Steve held my head and said, “Don’t stop, Jeff has his cock out and I want him to watch you suck me!”

I moaned at the thought of Jeff jerking his cock while I sucked his step dad. Steve said, “If you can cum again Jeff, I’m sure we could both cum in Bills open mouth.”

I let out a positive moan letting them know I loved that idea. I reached down and felt Steve’s balls and felt that they were tight against his body meaning he was going to unload his cum any minute. I took my hand off his balls and stroked him while sucking to help draw out his load.

I heard Steve say, “You getting close Jeff?”

Jeff said, “Oh yeah, I’ve been close!”

Steve said, “Good, me too.” As he took his hand off my head and started to stand up. He looked over at Jeff and said, “Come on up, let’s cum in his mouth together!”

I heard Jeff scuffle behind me as I moved myself to give him room to stand close. I looked up to see Steve and Jeff both standing in front of me furiously stroking their cocks. Steve looked down and said, “Open your mouth, I’m going to cum!”

I let out a moan and opened my mouth, waiting to taste his seed hit my tongue. As soon as I turned my mouth towards Steve, I heard Jeff say he was also going to cum so I turned my head so that they both had access to my open mouth. Steve pulled his cock tight to the head and a ribbon of cum launched from the tip and hit my tongue and cascaded onto my upper lip. A half a second later, I felt another elazığ escort rope of cum hit me in the cheek and across my lips from Jeff’s cock. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the cum coming at me from both sides. As I would feel and taste one on the left side, the right side was also being sprayed with hot cum. As the jets started to subside and their cum was oozing out of them, I felt Steve push his cock onto my tongue and say, “Suck the rest out!”

I closed my mouth around his cum covered tip and felt it pool on my tongue. I moaned and started sucking to make sure I got every drop of his hot, salty load. He pulled it from my mouth and told me to suck Jeff clean now. With his cum still in my mouth, I turned and felt Jeff’s cock press against my lips. I opened my mouth and felt a big gob of cum squirt out and mix with Jeff’s cum on my tongue. I let out a very satisfied moan as I sucked Jeff clean. With his cock being extra sensitive from having just cum 20 minutes ago, his legs started to buckle and I eased up my suction on his cock. After a minute or so, he pulled his now softening cock from my mouth and I tipped my head back and felt the mix of cum slide down my throat. Although I swallowed and it was all headed to my stomach, I could still taste the cum in my mouth which was making my cock almost burst through my zipper.

With cum still on my face, Steve said, “I think we should do this more often, be our little 3 way secret.”

Jeff said, “Hell yeah, that was hot!”

I looked up and said, “I’m down whenever you guys are, but next time Jeff, you should help me suck Steve’s cock, it’s amazing.”

Jeff smiled and said, “Sure, I’ll help out!”

They put their cocks away and we all went our separate ways. On my way home, I was playing the whole scene in my head and reached down to feel I was still rock hard. I rubbed my cock in my pants for maybe 5 seconds and started cumming. The next few weeks would be full of me blowing them one on one and both at the same time, just depended on their schedules. But on a cool June night, I would finally get Jeff to help me blow Steve which was another experience for a later story!

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I was on the prowl once again. The holidays were over, my newest girl friend was out of town visiting her relatives, and I had the place all to myself. I logged on to the M4M local chat room, not expecting much to happen. After all, I was used to logging on and be on line for hours in the room with only one or two hits that turned out to be nothing.

Tonight, I told myself that if someone read my profile and told me to come on over, I would do it. No cold feet, no excuses. I had been skimming the porn sites and I was horny.

I’ve been with three guys so far, all married, all needing me to go down on them and expect nothing in return. That was fine with me. I love women but occasionally I get the urge to service a man. It’s a Catch 22 issue with me. The thought of going down on a guy normally turns me off, but the fact that I was crossing a line, doing something out of the ordinary, against the rules, was a turn on.

My profile states that I am here to service, on my knees. I would do ANYTHING asked of me orally. All I needed was to be TOLD to and I would do it.

It was after 10:00 at night, an unusual time for me to be in the rooms midweek. I was getting tons of IMs with guys asking if I was for real, and I was getting some serious questions. But no one was telling me to, they were asking.

Then a screen name I had not seen before sent me a message.

BM4WM: Hey bud, where you at?

ME: Near the college, you?

BM4WM: Near downtown, about 3 miles from there.

BM4WM: I need you to come over here now and suck me dry.

I was intrigued. I checked his profile, and sure enough, it stated he was black, but he wasn’t making a big deal of it. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for this, but I had promised myself that I was going to do whatever I was told tonight.

We chatted a few minutes and I told him I had never been with a black guy before but had always wondered about it. He told me he was nothing special, just 8.5 inches and very thick. He promised to take it easy on me. I told him I would do anything I was asked, anything, as long as he was freshly showered. He agreed and gave me directions.

I jumped into the shower myself and then headed down the road. I was numb, and drank a double rum and coke to make sure I would go through with this. I walked up to his apartment door and knocked. Neighbors down below peered through their windows at me. I was wondering if this was a good idea.

The door opened and a voice invited me inside. The room was pitch black.

“On your knees boy,” I was told in a firm but reassuring voice.

“Now, take off my shorts boy”

I did as I was told, a bit scared. My ice cold hands sensed a body that was much bigger than my 220 lbs, and his was firm. He moved in front of me and stuck his surprisingly soft cock in my face and said, “Meet Python. He needs to be kissed.”

I kissed his cock and it began to harden.

“Suck it boy.”

I licked it into my mouth. It was getting bigger, bigger than I had anticipated. And as I moved my face closer to his body I realized he had not showered. His musky smell disturbed me, but it turned me on as well. Here I was, in a black man’s apartment tekirdağ escort sucking his cock, not knowing where this was going.

“You’re a good cock sucker boy. I may have to share you with some of my friends when I’m done here, but tonight you’re my cock sucker boy.”

He moved over to a chair to sit down. I noticed his stereo was playing a local jazz FM station, and my eyes had started to adjust to the darkened room. I could see his wonderful black cock against my white hands, and it turned me on like never before.

“OK boy, get back to it, Python here needs some lovin.”

He was slowly face fucking me, finally getting my lips to touch his rough pubic hairs on his body. His cock was buried all the way down my throat. Another first. I loved this feeling. He continued his slow, methodical movements until finally he started to tense up a bit. He didn’t say anything and I failed to notice his change in tempo until it was too late.

“OK boy, swallow it all. I don’t want a drop on my carpet,” he said to me.

I couldn’t pull away. His hands were holding my head in place pulling me closer, forcing more of his cock down my throat. His cock enlarged and I wasn’t sure how to handle this until he backed out until only his large black cock head was in my mouth. His cock unloaded a huge load into my mouth. After the second blast I had to swallow, for fear of letting anything drip onto his carpet. Another swallow after the fourth blast. After that he continued to blast but with less cum each time. I swallowed four times and noticed his tangy taste. It disgusted me as much as it turned me on, and I couldn’t wait to get to my car to drink a fresh rum and coke that was poured and ready for me.

I got up and started to leave.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going boy?”

“I, um, well you wanted a blow job and I gave you one. I thought that’s why you ordered me here.”

“Boy, I don’t know who you’ve been suckin until now, but I don’t cum just once a night. I’m just getting ready, and you should be too boy, now git back down on your knees and do as you’re told.”

I was shocked. If I had ever cum as much as he had in one night I’d be through for the evening. I did as I was told, and received a slap across my face.

“Now boy, apparently you were telling the truth about me being your first black man. Cause if you had been with a black man in the past, you would know that we can cum all night long. Now, when I talk to you boy, call me sir.”

“Yes sir,” I said, trembling again. I had lost total control of myself and the situation. I was totally unprepared for what may lie ahead.

“Now boy, git out of those shorts and clothes and git back on your knees and lick my balls.”

I did as I was told. I could never understand why a guy who wanted a blow job asked me to undress. The other three guys were the same, but that’s as far as it had gone.

I lifted up his cock to be able to get my mouth down to his balls and realized this wasn’t going to be easy. His balls were huge, and very hairy, with thick wire-like hair. I know how exciting getting your balls licked and sucked can tokat escort be, but in my situation I was not prepared for this. I moved my face forward and took one of his balls into my mouth, noticing his musky body odor again.

“Careful with those teeth boy. If you want to leave here with all of the teeth you came in with you’d better NOT harm Python’s jewels.”

Carefully, I licked and sucked each of his balls. I was surprised at how turned on I was, and noticed his cock had once again started to harden.

“Kiss it boy, get it ready, because one thing Python loves is to cum for me.”

As I started kissing and licking his cock, he pushed me back onto the floor so I was lying down. He sat over my face, feeding me inch after inch of his rock hard black cock. He was speeding up his efforts and now he was fucking my face as quickly as he could. I could hear him panting and groaning and once again his cock started to get even larger.

This time he didn’t need to hold my head in place, I couldn’t move. My body was pinned down and his cock kept pumping into my mouth until finally it exploded. The same taste, and the first two blasts were hot, tangy and slimey and they filled my mouth. I swallowed all I could, over and over again.

“Damn boy, I’ve been with lots of women and men and so far you’re the best. That mouth of yours needs to be used by all of my friends.”

I was hoping he was finished and reached for my clothes.

“Where you goin’ boy? We’re not done. Didn’t I tell you that a black man is superior to your lilly white assed boys? What’s the matter with you boy?”

He got up and told me to follow him. I stumbled in the dark apartment until we ended up in the bathroom. He turned on the shower and got in. He had me get in as well and handed me the soap and told me to clean his body. I was surprised that again we were doing this in the dark, with one red candle lit for light. For some reason, he didn’t want me to see his face, or at least, didn’t want me to be able to recognize him on the street. I did as I was told and then cleaned myself off. He told me to get in front of him to wash his cock and balls one more time.

On my knees I did just that, and felt something hit my face from the wrong angle.

“I hope you don’t mind boy, but I needed to relieve myself and figured your face wouldn’t mind it at all.”

His dark golden stream blasted my face and as I tried to pull away his massive black open hand slapped me once again. Then as I looked up towards him with my mouth closed, he pinched my nose, forcing me to open my mouth to breathe, and to swallow his piss.

“Drink it down boy. Remember, I am your superior and you need to learn from me boy.”

“Yes sir, as you wish sir.”

The taste was hot, salty, almost vulgar and for some reason I enjoy it it just a bit. But I was totally defeated. I had never expected any of this and I had had my fill of him. I needed to get out of here before anything else unexpected happened, but how?

“OK boy, clean yer mouth with that mouth wash over there and crawl out on your hands and knees. I’ll fix us a drink.”

I did trabzon escort as I was told and quickly scrambled out to where I had left my clothes. They were not there! He had taken them. Now I was trapped, and no one knew where I was.

“Don’t worry boy, I’m almost done with your mouth for the night. I will return your clothes but I had to make a photo copy of your drivers license. Now I know who you are and where you live. I have your phone number from my caller ID, so now your ass is mine boy.”

That statement scared the hell out of me. How dumb could I be? Damn!

He sat down and handed me a drink. It was straight vodka, and it was nearly 3 shots.

“Drink it all boy, enjoy yourself.”

It burned all the way down, but somehow it made things bearable again, and then I started to relax as the drink had an immediate effect.

He pulled out a cigar, clipped one end and lit it, blowing the smoke in my face.

OK boy, now that I’m all relaxed I’m ready for the real blow job. Now I’m going to sit here and finish my drink, while you suck my ass for a while, then my balls, and then my cock. When I cum, you will drink it all down, then get dressed and leave. I’ll want you back here in three days to entertain some of my friends.

“What makes you think I’ll ever come back to see you,?” I asked.

“Well boy, first I have your name and phone number. Second, I have recorded every second of what you have done and am ready to add it to my website if you don’t return. Oh, the darkness… don’t worry, I have a special camcorder and used infrared lights to make sure I got you. Third, you love my big black cock. I can tell by the way you suck cock and the way you swallowed my cum and my piss. I’ve had other white boys here but no one has ever done as good as you. You’re my cocksucker Bruce. Now, git to work.”

I was stunned. He could ruin me if the photos ever made it to the net. Not just the cum, but his piss and now he knew where to find me. But what made it all fit was he was right, I did love his black cock. It’s not that it tasted different from the white cocks I have tasted, but it was crossing yet another taboo and I knew that whenever he wanted me, I’d be there for him.

I got back down on my knees and spread his ass cheeks. At least he was clean as my tongue found it’s target. I licked and sucked his asshole for what seemed like forever. Finally he rolled over with a huge smile on his face, and told me to lick his balls. Once again, I complied, proving to him that I loved sucking his balls. Then it was time to suck his cock. It was hard, but not as hard as the first two dimes.

“That’s it Bruce, you’re a good cock sucker, and the first white man I have on tape licking my superior black ass. Now milk that cock. You know Bruce, maybe I need to get some of the boys over here and let them all use your mouth. We play poker every Friday night and the white slut girls we been usin, they just don’t know how to use their mouth like you do.”

It bothered me that he kept using my name, but I was trapped now. And it fully turned me on to think that I may have four or six huge black cocks to service in the near future. Well, if I’m going to be a black cock sucker, I had better get this right.

I kept sucking, milking his cock, and for the third time this evening, he came, two blasts, but tangy, and tasty. I was developing a taste for black cock. That scared me.

“Bruce, here are your clothes. Now, go home and relax cause we’re going to use you later this week.”

“Yes sir.”

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I was already driving home when I realized what day it was. I must have seen the date a dozen times, and it had never really registered.

“Fuck!” I shouted, almost swerving into an obnoxious taxicab.

I checked my watch and took a deep breath; I still had time. I searched my mind for a list of nearby florists; on the first pass I didn’t come up with any, but finally I remembered a sleazy little shop on Fifth that was run by a rude and obnoxious curmudgeon. But as the cliché goes, beggars can’t be choosers, and I made the left turn.

After circling twice to find a parking spot, fumbling to put quarters in the meter, tripping on the curb, and smacking into a light pole, I finally managed to get inside the shop.

Luckily the wait was short—I don’t think I was the only one who didn’t like the place—and I got up to the desk shortly. “I need a dozen red roses, please.”

“What’s the occasion?” laughed the owner.

I don’t know why I answered him honestly. “It’s our anniversary.”

He nodded, then moved with remarkable slowness into, inside, and out of the storage room to gather the roses. I was checking my watch and sweating the whole time. Finally he returned with two nice roses, eight red things that looked vaguely like roses and two deformed purplish masses that were clearly not roses. “Must be a fine little lady for you to give her all this.”

I bit my tongue, deciding it was easier to play along. “Yeah.”

And he laughed again, much harsher. “Of course, someone as skinny as yourself can hardly be expected to impress the ladies any other way, eh?”

At this point I decided it was best to shrug. The ‘fuck you’ stayed in my head.

On another day—or rather, had I planned ahead better—I wouldn’t have accepted the lousy bunch he gave me, but as it was I just wanted to get the damned flowers and get out of there, so I laid the cash on the table and ran back to the car.

When I got back to the apartment, tired and disheveled, and forced open the sticking door, I couldn’t help but smile. There he was, wearing only a pair of gym shorts, engrossed in one of his paintings, sitting on that weird little bench he has, his right leg bent up and his arms all crooked, all the cuter because he didn’t care how he looked.

I closed the door as quietly as I could, and just sat and watched as he fidgeted, drawing his brush across that canvas, wiggling that beautiful butt from side to side as he worked. Either he didn’t know I was there or he knew I liked to watch.

“Put some clothes on, baby,” I said finally.

He turned, looking startled, then grinned. “Danny! You brought me flowers!”

I erzurum escort shrugged, feeling my collar pinch slightly. “Figured I’d better do something.”

Somehow he leapt instantly to his feet and charged straight towards me. Before I could react he was in my arms. I let myself get lost in the embrace; nothing takes away the exhaustion of office life quite like a warm hug from a beautiful man. I almost dropped the flowers when he kissed me on the cheek.

“I love you too, Corey. But I haven’t even taken off my coat!”

“I can help you, babe,” he whispered, proceeding to fiddle with the buttons of my jacket.

“If I’m not careful, you’ll take off the whole thing, won’t you?”

His only answer was a firm and sudden kiss, taking my lips forcefully into his. Almost laughing with our faces still attached, we drew it out, fondling each other’s lips, then tickling each other’s tongues. Finally I did drop the flowers and wrapped my arms tightly around him. We must have been disgustingly cute as we massaged each other’s lips and each raised a foot into the air. The longer we kissed the more I began to feel an oncoming erection.

I might have wanted it to go on longer, but suddenly he pulled away, a wide and mischievous grin on his face. “I know what we should do.”

I gave him a puzzled look, but it was a playful one. “Does it involve fellatio?”

He winked, then said, “Keep your shoes on.” Then he ran for the closet.

After throwing out several piles of clothes onto the floor, Corey settled on a gray tee that looked to my eyes very much like one he had just thrown. In any case he threw the former on, tightened his gym shorts—just enough to see the growing bulge—and threw on a pair of sandals.

“We going somewhere?”

He nodded. “You’re driving.”

After about half an hour of driving, I was sure we were completely lost, but Corey insisted that he knew where we were going. I just kept on following his directions as best I could—the infamous “turn left… back there” is always a challenge—and watched our apartment, and soon, the whole city, get further and further behind. Still, the way he would stroke my thigh whenever I seemed to get dubious made it all worth it.

Pretty soon, he was making me incredibly horny. “Um, baby?” I asked.

“Yeah, sweetie?” he said, stroking a little harder, obviously enjoying the lump growing in my pants.

“About what I asked earlier…”

“Patience, Danny. Patience.” Then, as if nothing had happened, “Make a right.”

When he said, “Stop here,” I thought he was joking. We weren’t eskişehir escort even in the middle of nowhere, we were about five miles out.

There were no buildings, no people, no shopping malls, no computer companies, nothing but the jagged Massachusetts coastline, the sun behind the clouds, and the wash of the surf. “You sure this is it?”

He jumped out of the car with a grin on his face. “Positive.”

I followed him out wearing a face of disbelief, which was quickly assaulted by rough, salty sea wind. I had trouble keeping my eyes open, but Corey just stood like a statue, staring eagerly into the surf, letting it blow his soft brown hair back in intricate patterns. Silhouetted against the clouds, I did have to admit I’d never seen him so beautiful.

Though still not completely sure of this place, I sidled up to him, trying to see what he saw in the ocean before him.

And then suddenly it came to me; it was as if the world had slowed down just enough for me to watch it. The waves rolled and lapped, the birds sang, the clouds flowed; where I had seen nothing, I now saw everything.

“My God, it’s beautiful,” I said, barely conscious of it.

Corey let out a giggle, then started tickling me through my jacket. “Not as beautiful as you.”

We tumbled to the sand, and he started to undress me; first it was my jacket, then my shirt, then slowly and deliberately my shoes and socks. When I realized all I had left was a pair of slacks and a pair of boxers, I decided to do my part for his shirt and shorts.

Before long we were tumbling free, rolling around naked in the sand and getting grit in all sorts of uncomfortable intimate places.

We ended with me on top, panting and laughing. I took the opportunity to gently lean down and kiss his nipple. He ran his fingers through my thin blonde hair, unable to stop laughing for delight. By now, we were both at full hardness and we knew it.

When I leaned back up, making some comment about having him under my control, he smiled and said sweetly, “Baby, I’d do anything for those sweet green eyes of yours.”

Somehow this place had revitalized me. I felt an energy flow through me like I hadn’t since we were first married. I leapt off of him and ran toward the sea, not caring that my erection was bouncing silly as I moved. Giggling, Corey followed me, his penis bouncing the same, and we dove into the water as one.

The water was chilly, but not freezing, and we swam around each other in all sorts of complicated and labyrinthine ways, mostly making seal and dolphin noises. When gaziantep escort we soon tired of that, we looked at each other, winked, and ran back onto the beach.

Damn, the man could move! I hadn’t been standing for ten seconds and he already had me in his mouth. It’s amazing how quickly I forget that joy, his soft lips caressing the sides of my pulsating shaft, his tongue fondling my engorged tip, his fingers exploring the folds of my balls. Today he even made a point of taking me all the way in, kissing gently the base of my shaft. The only sounds he made were soft kissing and slurping noises, and the only sounds I could manage were soft, deep moans.

And how he knew his way around me! Somehow he got his mouth to conform to every curve of my cock, stroking every ridge and vein. I couldn’t help but explode into an incredible orgasm, spraying cum into his mouth as he caught it expertly on the tip of his tongue and gracefully swallowed every drop.

“Corey…” I sighed as my cock went limp.

“I told you,” he laughed, making a show of giving his own cock a few rubs and giving me those undefeatable puppy eyes.

Regaining my senses, I knelt down to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry, baby, I’m being really selfish, huh?”

He smiled, leaning back to show off the length of his shaft. “No, Danny. I just know you like to watch.”

He laid back, spreading his legs; I sat on my elbows and wore the most joyful and bewildered smile. He stroked one hand slowly up and down his shaft, and slid the other down his balls before sliding a finger into that pert little ass I loved so much.

He moaned and so did I, feeling my erection begin to reassert itself into the sand. He put his head back, showing off his long, slender neck and his tight pink nipples. Slowly he began to pick up speed, making sweet love to himself from both directions.

Finally I couldn’t take it anymore, and I leapt onto him, grabbing his cock and stroking it hard. “Danny!” he half-chided and half-moaned. “It was supposed to be no touch!”

“I’m sorry, love,” I whispered in his ear, wrapping my hand around his balls. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

And with my help he kept playing; with my hands devoted to his cock and balls, his was free to stroke his thighs and nipples. He moaned; I nuzzled his neck, and he moaned louder. His finger began pumping his ass with reckless abandon, and I knew he was about to cum. Drawing back, I leaned and slid his tip into my mouth just as his climax came. I felt every spurt of warm, juicy cum spray into the roof of my mouth, and drip down onto my tongue. I relished the flavor and the sensation, and even gave his tip a few grateful sucks before I swallowed.

By now, the sun was setting, bathing us in romantic orange. Both exhausted and satisfied, we collapsed into each other’s arms, kissing and cuddling. I felt his heartbeat slow and mine as well, and I lay beside him, sighing with joy.

“Corey,” I whispered, “your gift was a lot better than mine.”

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Conor arose to an empty house the next morning and a hastily scribbled note taped to his door. Got a call and had to go to the hospital. Hopefully I’ll be back by the time you get up. Please wait for me. Shawn. Conor’s heart fluttered at the last words. Please wait for me. Again, a vision of their kiss arose unbidden and he shuddered, his cock stiffening under his fingertips. He laid back down on the bed and started stroking himself in earnest. He closed his eyes and thought of Shawn, of his warm, blue eyes and of being lost in them.

That kiss … that kiss had been so hot. So tender and innocent and soul-searing hot. Conor never could have imagined that just a kiss could have gotten him so worked up but it had. Electricity had crackled between them, adding a dimension to their connected mouths that set the air on fire. He thought he was dreaming. He slid his hand down, opening his palm to cup his balls and gave them a rough tug, moaning as he stroked his thick stalk again.

A bone-weary Shawn climbed the stairs, heading for his bedroom and hoping to catch a few hours of sleep before Conor awoke and paused on the landing when he heard the sound. He wasn’t quite sure but it sounded like a cry. Maybe Conor was having a nightmare. The door was open and Shawn froze in place at the sight of Conor’s naked body, sprawled across the sheets, his hand on a fairly thick cock. His dick sprang to life in the painful constraints of his jeans and he freed himself, rubbing his cock until it was covered with pre-cum.

How would it feel to have Shawn’s callused hands on his body? Delicious, he thought. God, he could probably just cum from that feeling alone. He gave himself a few long strokes, squirming as he felt his abdomen tighten, pleasure unfurling throughout his body. He suddenly wanted to be on his knees in front of Shawn, letting him skullfuck his mouth to his heart’s desire.

“Oh, yes, Shawn.” Conor’s whimper sent trembles down Shawn’s spine. “Fuck my mouth! Let me suck you dry!” Shawn leaned against the wall, one hand propping him up on the door jamb while the other stroked his meat. Conor looked good enough to eat. His lean, muscled body was rapidly becoming covered with a light sheen of sweat and every downy inch beckoned to Shawn’s tongue. “Oh, I want to taste you!”

Conor imagined the scene. On his knees, looking up into Shawn’s eyes. Shawn’s hand forcing his head forward, filling his mouth with hard cock. The moment when his glorious cum flooded his mouth … the breath caught in Conor’s throat as Shawn did something different in his daydream. With a rough turn, Conor was pushed around and fingers were pushed into his asshole, warming him for an assault. “Oh, yes! Oh, Shawn! Please!”

Shawn’s hand moved faster now, his breathing light but deep, his brow wet with sweat. Conor’s legs were wide open and in the air, three fingers plunging deep into his asshole while his other hand moved with blurring speed over his cock. Shawn closed his eyes, imagining that his dick was sinking into Conor’s body, slamming home then pulling out again. He felt his balls drawing up and the familiar prickling made his skin dance with anticipation. He tried to hold it back but ardahan escort when he heard Conor’s last exclamation, he was lost.

“Fuck me! Fuck me, Shawn, please! Oh, God, I’m cumming!” Conor gave himself over to his climax, loudly whimpering Shawn’s name over and over as ropes of cum spurted from his prick, splashing onto his chest. Out in the hallway, Shawn was fiercely biting his hand as he erupted into his palm, his body jerking uncontrollably and his legs threatening to collapse. As Conor’s whimpers echoed down the hall, he silently moved away, heading back down the stairs and washing up in the kitchen. Then, he slammed the front door and pretended that he’d just gotten home.

Ten minutes later, a freshly showered Conor came down the stairs, wearing a borrowed robe and a smile. “Morning.”

“Hey.”

“Just getting back?”

“Yeah. I’m beat.”

“Hungry?”

“Starving.”

“Good. I’m making breakfast.”

Shawn slumped into the chair, partly exhausted from work and partly from cumming so hard minutes earlier. “You don’t have to, Conor. It’s okay.”

“I don’t know you very well, but would you do me a favor? Shut up.” Conor walked over to where Shawn sat and smoothed his hair back. “You’ve been up all night while I’ve been sleeping. The least I can do is cook for you.”

Shawn closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Conor’s fingers in his hair. He was so tired. He could just fall asleep right now but his grumbling stomach was bound to wake him up. “Conor … “

“No. Let me take care of you, please?”

The softness in Conor’s voice wove a spell around Shawn’s drained mind and the doctor found himself being walked up the stairs and led into the bathroom. Conor’s gentle hands peeled the clothing from his body: first, the jacket, then shirt, shoes and finally pants. Shawn heard the shower go on and Conor held the plastic curtain back as he stepped in. The steamy water felt good, pounding his insensate skin. But he just suddenly felt so tired, so bone-weary that he didn’t have the strength to stand.

Conor watched in horror as Shawn slid to the floor, his blue eyes glazed. “I’m sorry.” His whispered words ensnared Conor and he stripped quickly, stepping into the tub and helping Shawn to his feet. “Sorry. I’m just so … tired.”

“How much sleep did you get last night?”

“An hour.”

“And the night before?”

“None.”

“And the night before that?” When Shawn offered no answer, Conor swore. “You haven’t had any sleep in three days?”

“Alan was dying. I couldn’t sleep.” Shawn’s words were slurred and he was doing everything he could to stay standing. “I couldn’t miss his last breath. I had to be there for him.”

Conor soaped Shawn’s back, rubbing the roughened washcloth across his broad shoulders, over his narrowed hips and around strong legs. He slowly turned and Conor scrubbed his chest, groin and legs, then pushed him under the pulsating jets, rinsing him clean. Once outside the tub, he toweled Shawn dry and led him to his bed, watching him lay down and tucking the crispy sheets around him.

“Do you have to work tonight?”

“No, adıyaman escort but I’m on call in case someone dies.”

“Fine. Then go to sleep. I’ll wake you for lunch.” Conor turned to go. Then,

“Kiss me.”

This kiss was even more tender than the one they’d previously shared because they weren’t on equal ground. Now it was Conor who sought to seduce Shawn’s senses with his passion and Shawn who sought the peace and comfort of Conor’s embrace. Conor firmly fitted his mouth over Shawn’s, pressing down until Shawn’s jaw opened and his tongue slipped gently against his. Fear overruled his stronger senses and he pulled back, pressing his mouth across Shawn’s brow and touching his lips to each closed eyelid.

“Sleep well.”

“Thank you.”

Conor stood in the doorway for a long time, watching the doctor sleep and crept back over to his side, running his fingers over Shawn’s lips and jaw. He was so handsome, even with the scar on his chin. So handsome. He won’t want you, not after he learns the truth. Conor slowly arose, pain etched on his features and silently slipped from the room.

* * * * *

The phone’s jangling awoke Shawn from a deep, restful sleep and he reached for the phone, astonished to see inky darkness between the slats of the blinds. The sun had gone down and velvety black was punctured by a multitude of stars, stretching over the horizon and broken only by lazy streetlights perched atop the hills.

“Hello?”

“Hey, sleepyhead! Did you forget our dinner date?”

“Oh, Daphne! I’m sorry. What time is it?”

“Nearly eight.”

“Eight? At night?”

“Yes, dearie. Post meridian.”

“Daphne, I’ve never slept this late in my life.”

“Who is he?”

“Wha – what?”

“You heard me, Shawn. I didn’t stutter. Who is he?”

“Who is who?”

“Whomever you’ve got there that’s allowing you to sleep so well.” Her voice was filled with laughter. “What’s his name?”

The house was quiet so Shawn’s answer was subdued and disappointed. “No one, Daph. Just a dream.”

“Never had anyone describe me like that.” Conor wanted to shout with laughter at the look of astonishment on Shawn’s face. He shoved the hot mug into the doctor’s hand and took the phone from him. “Hi, Daphne. I’m Conor.”

“Oh! You’re Alan’s son!”

“Yes.”

“So you’ve been taking care of our fine young doctor?”

“As much as he’ll allow me to.” Conor glanced over at Shawn and watched him take a tentative sip from the mug, humming in delight. “Listen, I’ve made dinner. Why don’t you come over here?”

“I’ll be over in a jiffy! Should I bring anything?”

“A few more bottles of wine and clothes to spend the night. Cool?”

Daphne giggled. “Cool.”

“Oh, and if you have any interesting PlayStation games or X-rated DVDs, those would also be welcome.”

Snorting in glee, Daphne signed off. “Okay. See you in a few.”

“What the hell is this? It’s wonderful!”

“A bastardized version of grog. Apple cider, spices and Captain Morgan’s silver rum.”

“Mmmm.” Shawn turned over on his back, the sheets karabük escort falling away to expose a patch of curly dark pubic hair at his waist. “Oh, this is so good!”

“I usually make it for Christmas but I thought it would be good now. Besides, it is cold outside and it is nearly Thanksgiving.” Conor stepped back, smiling at Shawn’s reaction. “I think it’s close enough.”

Shawn took another sip, loving the way the hot beverage warmed him to his toes. “Thanks for putting me to bed. I was exhausted.”

“Doesn’t surprise me after you told me how much you didn’t sleep.” Conor balanced on the edge of the bed, desperately trying to ignore the tempting exposed expanse of Shawn’s skin. “Now get dressed. Daphne’s on her way over and I have to set the table!”

Shawn watched Conor leave, then pulled on a respectable pair of sweats and hopped down the stairs like a kid at Christmas. The kitchen island was set with festive dishware that he’d forgotten he’d owned and the scent of cinnamon and cloves filled the air. Conor was removing a large roast from the oven and basting it with its delectable juices when Shawn pulled up a chair.

“Wow! And I thought I could cook!”

Conor blushed at the compliment. “Well, you were sleeping so I went out and bought some things. You looked like you hadn’t had a good meal in a long time.”

“Hey! I can cook!”

“Sure, Shawn. Tacos, hamburgers, steaks … whatever happened to veggies and salads?”

“Uh, nothing.”

Conor laughed at the doctor. “Nothing, except they don’t exist in your kitchen.” He poured the juices into a pan and added flour to thicken it. “Why don’t you get us another bottle of wine and a glass for Daphne?”

* * * * *

“I’ll be leaving tomorrow.”

Shawn desperately wanted to pretend that he hadn’t heard Conor’s words but he knew they’d be coming soon. The words put a damper on the otherwise fantastic evening. Right now, Daphne was passed out in the guest room and both he and Conor were close to passing out themselves. Conor’s dinner of beef roast with gravy, roasted whole red-skinned potatoes and baby carrots and store-bought apple pie had started the party. The pot Daphne had brought and the wine Shawn provided had continued the merriment.

Shawn hadn’t had that much fun in a long time and he had watched Conor all night, falling in love with his easy manner and his quick wit. Falling in love with him. He’d known it the instant that he’d seen him at the funeral, touching Alan’s lifeless hand and speaking his heart. Something in Conor’s face spoke vulnerability in volumes. An emotional vulnerability that Shawn had sensed in their kisses and wondered what secrets the man was hiding. He also wondered if he was smitten enough to ignore that fact …

“Shawn?”

“Uh, yeah. I heard you.”

“Maybe you’d better get to bed.”

“Yeah, it’s awfully late.” Shawn stretched. “You take my bed.”

“What? I can’t do that. Where will you sleep?”

“The couch. It’s quite comfortable.”

“I can’t take your bed, Shawn.”

“Well then,” The words came out of his mouth before he thought about what he was saying. “Share it with me.”

“Okay.” Conor was surprised at his own answer but chalked it down to the weed. No, fuck that. He’d said it because he wanted to say it. Because he wanted to share this beautiful man’s bed. Even if he couldn’t have sex with him, he could enjoy being near him. Being near him was like being near his father and he felt comforted and wanted. “But don’t hog the sheets.”

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Since the economic downturn and my wife’s company closing, Karen’s occupation seemed to become getting her pussy fucked, fisted and footed as often as she possibly could. With our stepdaughter moving in with us for a few months, there almost wasn’t any hour of any day of the week that my wife’s pussy wasn’t full. Between my cock, her daughter’s and Beth’s and Jennifer’s hands, feet and shoes, Karen’s pussy was in constant use. I later found out that Karen had also found a new masseuse that was willing to fist and foot fuck her pussy as part of the massage. I never met her masseuse but was just happy to know it was a woman. Karen also had a few random sexual encounters with different women at the shoe store, her hair salon and a couple of clothing stores. My wife was having so much sex that I jokingly suggested she should start a business servicing bored housewives, girlfriends, etc.

It seems that my silly suggestion had planted a seed. Karen started talking to me about how we owned a Hismith and she knew how to use it. I asked her how she planned on getting ‘clients’ and she said she already knew a few sexually frustrated women at the church and that Beth did also. Intrigued by the idea, I told her to go for it and asked her to give me some time to set up a special room for her in the basement of our house. It took me about two weeks and I had a room ready. It was comfortable and had a massage chair with stirrups. Of course, it was also equipped with six hidden cameras. I let Karen know it was ready and she was absolutely thrilled to see her new workspace. Besides the Hismith, I also put in discreet storage space and moved Karen’s entire sex toy collection into her arsenal of tools. Karen told me her first client would be Beth and she’d be over in about an hour. I told Karen my only job, going forward, was I wanted to clean the room once each session ended. I wanted to taste the pussies of the women my wife gave her therapy to. Karen agreed and thanked me again.

I commended her for her efficiency and retreated to my command center to check the video and audio of the six cameras. Beth arrived right on time and Karen told her she needed to go through an icebreaker with her to practice for the other women that she planned on comforting sexually. Beth was game and agreed to be hard to get. Karen went through a bit of a rehearsed speech about how she understood their sexual frustration (which she artvin escort didn’t) and how she wanted to genuinely help them relieve their sexual tension. She said she wanted them to know they were safe with her and she’d only go as far as they were comfortable.

Karen had Beth sit up on the massage table. Beth was wearing a knee length summer dress, nylons and some simple black heels. Karen sat on the couch opposite the massage table and crossed her legs. She was wearing a short, white dress that buttoned all the way up the front, white nylons and white low heels. She looked the part of a nurse. She started to go through a few standard questions and permissions questions. Karen’s dress didn’t have the bottom three buttons done up, so she was gradually revealing more and more of her gorgeous legs. Meanwhile, she was dangling her one heel as she talked. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was relaxing completely and this would encourage the women to let down their guards with her and start to relax. The movement of her leg that keep her heel dangling back and forth on her toes was causing her dress to open up even more. Her stocking tops were now showing completely. Beth, reflexively, started to dangle one of her heels.

By the time Karen had gone through about ten questions, she let her shoe drop with a loud clack on the floor. Beth’s eyes instinctively followed the shoe and then went up to see Karen’s nylon covered foot still moving in a dangling motion. As Beth stared at her foot, Karen undid a few buttons at the top of her dress to reveal her ample cleavage. Beth finally looked up and couldn’t take her eyes off Karen’s cleavage. Karen then started spreading her outstretched toes wide. Karen figured that when her ‘client’ was looking back and forth between her nylon covered foot and her cleavage, she was reeling them in. Once reeled in, Karen uncrossed her legs, reached her foot out to grab the dropped heel and spread her legs just enough that her client would have to strain to get a look at her pussy (she wasn’t wearing panties). If her client was trying to look, she spread her legs way more than what’s considered ladylike. If her client kept looking, she knew it was time to make her move. At this point, Beth wasn’t acting and was genuinely turned on.

Karen told her that was the end of the questions and requested permission aydın escort to begin. Beth agreed quickly, so Karen got up from the couch and sat on a stool beside the massage table. She slowly removed Beth’s heels to reveal her beautiful nylon covered feet. She complimented Beth on her beautiful feet (she would do this with all clients). She wanted clients to feel loved and appreciated. She also told Beth that she smelled wonderful. Karen raised one of Beth’s heels to her face and buried her nose inside. She inhaled deeply and purposefully and complimented Beth on how great her feet smell. This would be the point where she’d know if things were going to stop or proceed with clients. Beth thanked her and blushed. Karen offered Beth the other shoe and told her to see for herself how beautiful her smell was. Beth played shy and said she didn’t know if she could. Karen offered her one of her own shoes to smell since she noticed Beth was watching intently as she dangled her heel on the couch. Beth smiled and said she’ d like that very much. Beth inhaled my wife’s foot scent from her shoe. She thanked Karen for letting her experience this new thing.

Karen told Beth to lie back on the table and let her massage her feet to start. This would be the part of the massage where Karen would have some satisfaction of her own. She took one of Beth’s heels and slipped it deep into her gaping pussy and then proceed with the foot massage. She massage Beth’s feet gently and placed small kisses on her damp nylon toes. Beth cooed with delight. All the while, Karen kept complimenting Beth and telling her she is a beautiful woman who deserves relaxation and pleasure. It was like a soft, mesmerizing chant that she kept up as she continued administering pleasure to her client.

After several minutes working on Beth’s feet, Karen started moving up her legs. She guided Beth’s legs apart and kept inching towards her sex. She could already see Beth’s pussy was wet through her pantyhose. Karen kept kneading her way up Beth’s legs while complimenting her on every inch of her body; telling her how sexy and desirable she is. When Karen reached Beth’s pantyhose covered sex, she slowly removed Beth’s pantyhose. Beth’s eyes were closed, so Karen moved up and released her breasts from her dress and started sucking on her nipples one by one. As Karen worked Beth’s nipples, she balıkesir escort put the damp crotch of Beth’s pantyhose up to Beth’s nose. Beth moaned and inhaled deeply before darting her tongue out to taste her own sweet nectar. Karen pushed the damp crotch into Beth’s mouth and she began sucking on her own juices.

Karen then slid down Beth’s body and dove her tongue into Beth’s soaking pussy. My wife ate Beth’s pussy to a couple of orgasms. As Beth was coming down from her orgasmic bliss, Karen rolled up the Hismith with the 14″ long and 6″ thick dildo attachment. This was the biggest attachment for the Hismith and Beth had been given the treatment with it by Erin several times. Beth’s pussy was ready and Beth was as horny as she would ever be. Karen slowly pushed the monster dildo into Beth’s pussy and Beth beared down to push it in deeper. As soon as Karen turned on the Hismith, Beth started to orgasm. When Karen asked Beth if she was OK, all she said was ‘more’. It only took about 5 minutes of Beth orgasming all over this large dildo before Karen had the Hismith running at full speed. Beth had incredible sexual energy for a 63 year old woman and she started slamming her hips back at this massive high speed intruder. A few minutes of that and Beth’s body went stiff as she entered a state of continuous orgasm. Her pussy juices were spilling out from her tightly wrapped pussy lips around the massive dildo, so Karen slipped off one of her heels and slid it under Beth’s ass to catch her pussy juice.

Karen left Beth in this orgasmic state for about half an hour as she sucked Beth’s toes and feet and nipples. Beth’s pussy lips were even starting to loosen up on the dildo as it continued pummeling her body. Karen removed her shoe from under Beth’s ass and it was almost half full of her pussy juice. Karen slipped her other shoe off and poured half of the pussy juice in. Then she stepped into her drenched heels with her nylon covered feet. Karen then slowed down the Hismith and slowly withdrew the massive cock from Beth. Beth’s pussy looked raw and sore, so Karen licked her pussy gently until Beth came back to Earth. Karen licked Beth’s pussy completely clean and then slipped her pantyhose back on her gorgeous legs. Karen put Beth’s heels back on her feet and Beth cooed when she felt the warm, wet heel fresh from Karen’s pussy slide onto her foot.

Karen finished with Beth in a long kissing and fondling session that almost ignited more sex. She told Beth this kind of pleasure could be hers whenever she wanted it and she could pay whatever she wanted for the service. Of course, the first session was complimentary and she would never charge Beth but she was practicing for real clients. And clients she would have….many of them.

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Danijela graduated from the Faculty of Kinesiology and just got a job as a substitute teacher of physical education. She taught physical education to students at a private college. In addition, she taught poetry and erotic dance classes. She was very tall–almost about two meters.

And she had very strong legs. In addition to dancing, she was also trained in taekwondo.

Her short black hair ended at the level of her nose. Two clips separated Danijela’s black hair leaving the forehead of the taekwondo champion visible. Only one naughty strand of hair fell over Danijela’s forehead touching her nose.

The young professor was tormented by a spoiled student in her first year of college. Jesica was her name. On several occasions, Jesica skipped fitness lessons. Danijela also taught philosophy. While teaching physical exercises, Danijela spoke about philosophy.

Jesica knew that she was going to study economics and therefore she looked down on Danijela’s classes (philosophies on the history of gender and exercise). When Danijela asked for an apology, Jesica mockingly replied – “Your subject is useless. If you don’t want to have problems with my parents, you have to let me pass.”

Danijela answered in surprise, “You simply can not talk to me like that! Now you will get a disciplinary measure, young lady!’

Jesica answered mockingly, “Now I will call my mother. She will inform my father who is the principal of the school and then we will see what happens.”

Jesica’s mother – Mirta (mathematics professor) soon appeared in the corridor. A verbal confrontation between the two women followed.

Mirta said, “How dare you give my daughter a disciplinary measure?”

Danijela answered, “She insulted me in front of the whole class. She said my subject was useless.”

Mirta cheekily interjected, “Well, it’s useless. Everyone can exercise at home. And all this philosophy about gender and the position of women is a consequence of you not having a husband. You better dedicate yourself to removing this hideous pimple from your forehead.

Then you’ll find a husband like me and stop babbling about patriarchy and gender history. Now remove the disciplinary measure and give my daughter an A from your useless subject. My husband – Max is the principal and you’re going to be in trouble if you don’t listen to me right away you little slob.”

The fitness trainer blushed with anger. She was frustrated that she had not been able to find a long-term partner for a long time. Mirta’s words struck a chord kütahya escort with her. Mirta had been humiliating her at school meetings for months. Danijela knew very well how Mirta calls her in front of everyone in the assembly hall (when she is not present) – “naughty pimple professor”.

Without much thought, Danijela decided to act. She could no longer keep her anger inside. Two very quick and painful slaps echoed through the corridor. Mirta had no chance of defending herself against Danijela (a taekwondo champion). And Mirta knew it well. Therefore, an avalanche of insults flowed from her mouth. Now her face became red.

“You pimple-filled brat. I will destroy you. Wait until my husband hears about this. You will get fired instantly.”

Danijela just silently walked home. She found herself in a very awkward situation. She immediately contacted her friend – Paulina, who worked as a psychotherapist. She told her the entire story in detail. Paulina listened carefully. Then she spoke.

“Ouoooaaahhhha! Jesus. I know exactly what you have to do. Max and Mirta are my clients. What I’m telling you now, I shouldn’t, but I want to help you. Max has long been sexually frustrated in his marriage to Mirta. He has a fetish for dominant women. And Mirta wants a dominant man. They are not sexually compatible at all. And this is a big problem for their marriage.

Because of this, Mirta already cheated on Max once. And I think their marriage is very easy to break. I will come to you and bring you a couple of gifts that will help you get the sweetest revenge possible and save your job. Oh, I’m so excited just thinking about what we’re doing. It’s like we’re crazy high school girls again.”

With a coffee cup in her hand, Paulina immediately began to explain to her very athletically built friend what she had to do. “Max has a huge fetish for muscular and dominant women. Especially those with long and stretchy legs who use their flexible legs for dominance. Like a taekwondo girl champion. And I know one just like that.”

Danijela had to laugh at her best friend’s remark. She just realized how much power she has over her enemy – Mirta. Her lady parts became wet from just thinking about the meeting with the headmaster that was about to follow.

Paulina continued, “And I also know that Max has a fetish for long white socks on women’s legs. Especially the ones with red heart-shaped images on them.” With a smile on her face, Paulina took out exactly such malatya escort socks from her bag.

It was the last day before the holidays. The school had just ended and all the students had left the building. Max and Mirta appeared in the corridor. Mirta was smiling ominously. She was about to see Danijela get fired. But she just couldn’t understand why Danijela came to school covered in a dressing gown. That started to bother her.

She was also troubled by the question – What is under the cloak?

She suddenly panicked. She noticed the long white socks with bright red elements on her enemy’s legs. Mirta thought – Is it possible that she is so shameless? Is it possible that she is trying to steal my husband with one dominant and decisive move?

Danijela answered Mirta’s question. She took off her cloak. Underneath was the naked and beautiful body of a fitness and taekwondo trainer. Even her problems with acne couldn’t make her undesirable. In fact, in this bizarre situation, they made Max experience – The Ultimate Primal Sexual Attraction.

The fitness trainer was wearing only a bright red Sports Bra and long white socks, which acted better than Viagra on the young director. The abbs on Danijela’s stomach (as well as the piercing on her navel) seduced Mirta’s husband.

Danijela spoke, “Mr. Max. You have a very bad posture. As an apology, I will give you free fitness classes. We need to correct your posture. We start right now. You should never postpone the exercise for tomorrow. We will never start that way.”

Danijela then took Max by the hand. She treated him like a disobedient student that needed to be punished. Then she began to lead him (with each step closer) to the place where he would experience his deepest sexual fantasy. Both Max and Mirta understood what was coming. Max simply decided to surrender to the will of the more dominant woman in front of him. She was stronger than him anyway. And besides — this was the perfect revenge on his wife who cheated on him with a more dominant man.

In this crazy modern age – now his wife found herself pushed out by a more dominant woman. In shock, Mirta followed Danijela and her husband towards the fitness studio. She was simply not ready for such a bold move that turned her real life into a plot of a porno film. Helplessly, Mirta screamed at her husband, “If you set foot in that room, we are breaking up. I’m divorcing you.”

Upon entering the hall, Danijela dominantly extended batman escort her flexible leg. She lifted it at a 90-degree angle, revealing the juicy fruit she had between her legs.

Danijela smiled and said, “We have a lot of practice ahead of us, Mr. Max. Your wife will be waiting outside the door and watching us. Oh yeah! It will happen right now!

And then I wonder if she will still think that my subject is useless and that I am too ugly to get a good man. Maybe She will change her attitude today.”

Mirta pounded helplessly on the glass door for some time. She watched as Danijela (without underwear) performed pointe-zaps with her long and provocatively attractive legs in front of her husband’s face.

Suddenly Mirta was overcome with indescribable rage. Animal rage took over her and made her behave irrationally. She decided to enter through the window and prevent her husband from enjoying The wild sex she knew was about to follow.

When she somehow managed to enter through the window, she caught Danijela and her husband in the act. Max licked the “fruit” that was placed between two elastic and provocatively desirable legs. Danijela, on the other hand, drove the director mad with movements of her tongue.

His limb vibrated stiffly with lust. In a fit of anger, Mirta started walking towards Daniela and her husband, who was screaming with lust. The taekwondo champion reacted quickly. Before Mirta could react, the strong leg of the woman she hated with every inch of her body right now knocked her to the floor. Danijela sat down on top of her opponent and started tying up her hands with an elastic rope.

At the same time, she spoke, “Now you will watch your husband enter me. Your husband doesn’t seem to agree with you. You think I’m ugly. My skills are not useless at all. Oh no, Mirta. No, no, no my dear. I will force your man to experience pleasure you could never give him.”

Danijela then returned to her previous position saying, “Don’t worry dear. We continue where we left off.”

Danijala finished looking into Mirta’s eyes. Her loud sighs subsided slightly. But the provocative smile did not leave Danijela’s face. She enjoyed the dominance she displayed over Mirta’s husband (and Mirta herself). Mirta writhed on the floor in anger. She cried and screamed. But she couldn’t get up. She could just watch her husband get a blow job before her very eyes.

“And now you will cum too. And straight into my mouth. Oh yeah. I’m ordering you. Cum! Right now!”

A stream of sperm erupted out of a man who was driven to madness. Mirta had a heart attack from anger and helplessness. She began to choke. Max and Danijela called an ambulance. Before the ambulance came, Mirta was taken away.

And Danijela put on her dressing gown again. I wonder how Jesica will react when she realizes that she has a new mom – Danijela thought.

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Chapter 2 – 5 th February 2021

Declan sat on a stool at the bar of the local dingy, underground rock club, illuminated only by the offensively garish, strobing disco lights that pervaded through an otherwise perfect gloom. Over on the dance floor – not, not really a dance floor, just a space in the place where there were no tables and chairs, a menagerie of local misfits and weirdos were flailing themselves to The Number of the Beast by Iron Maiden, hair streaking through the smoke in ropes, sweat pumping from every conceivable pore. The smell of rum and sambuca hung thick in the air.

This was his favourite place in Bury. His people, the folk that didn’t fit the norm of aesthetic that seemed so popular on Tinder and in yoghurt commercials. The kind that were always made to feel like outcasts on the main drinking street in this town, Argentine Street – colloquially known as Argenwine Street. Should one of them head into a bar on that street, with tattoos, piercings and dyed hair proudly on display, they would be met with the look of derision that only premature botox and lip-fillers can create. So, they all headed to the Deaf Leopard.

Tonight though, Declan was not having a good time. He was agitated – no, not agitated, anxious? No, just straight up depressed. Angry? For sure. If the big fucker next to him trying to order five pints didn’t get his elbow out of Declan’s ribs, there was going to be trouble. Theoretical trouble, of course. Declan was no fighter, in any sense of the word. And this had been happening for the past hour. By and large, the bar area was pretty quiet, people turning to dancing as rock anthem followed rock anthem, but, without fail, every few minutes, Declan would feel a bump, a nudge, a knock, as people’s spatial awareness completely fell victim to alcohol intake.

It also didn’t help that, 10 minutes before this, his ex walked into the bar with the social group they both used to be part of. They had split just over a month ago, just after New Year’s Eve. They had been growing apart for years, but everything came to a head one night – a decision made by her, hugely impactful of their future, which Declan didn’t agree with but had absolutely no say in. An ocean of resentment built on all sides of their relationship until the pressure became too great – the romantic technology of their relationship unable to withstand the depths of this abyss, and so they imploded.

In the immediate aftermath, the other members of the group – John, Norman, Zoe and Leslie – had vowed to stay friends with both of them, but it became seemingly untenable for them to maintain two separate friendships and one by one, they drifted – no, drifted wasn’t the right word – charged away from Declan.

Which is how Declan found himself sat alone in The Deaf Leopard. Even over the music, he could hear them. Laughing. Having a good time. How dare they. How dare they!

Then Declan laughed to himself – he was starting to sound just a touch on the side of madness. He wasn’t bitter, he wasn’t even resentful. Just a crappy moment. He leant up on his seat to pull out his smoking gear at the same time as trying to get the attention of one of the bar staff to order a pint. He sat back, hoping he got the attention of one particular member of the bar team. He couldn’t help but take her in for a moment, not for the first time by any means. While he was staring, she looked over at him with a half-smile, raised her hand to a specific beer bump, tapping on it with a false nail as black as a raven’s wing. Declan nodded and the half-smile turned to a straightened mouth, a nod and wink as she went to get a glass.

As she turned, Declan’s gaze followed her. He’d been coming in quite a lot over the last few weeks, clearly often enough for him to now have a “usual”, and over that time, he had admired – he didn’t even know her name! He had wanted to ask for some time now but had always found the words caught in his throat. He couldn’t seem to communicate with her beyond asking for, and paying for drinks. It did always seem to be her serving him though. Tonight, her outfit was simple. A black vest, cut high around the neck, yet taught around her chest and clinging to a petite frame beneath, and black leather trousers which formed to her legs and curves perfectly. As she bent to get a glass for Declan’s pint, he couldn’t help it, his eyes drifted to how the leather stretched slightly over what he imaged was a simply perfect arse.

As she came back up and looked back over at him, he quickly averted his gaze back down to the cigarette paper he had just pulled from the pack. He started to pick a filter from the little plastic tube, furtive glances back up towards her. Her make up was simple. Eyeliner, foundation and a touch of pink lip-gloss which seemed to match the pink streaks in her otherwise blonde hair. As she finished pulling the pint, Declan had filled the paper with tobacco and rolled it, about to raise it to his giresun escort lips to lick the glue strip. As she placed the pint down, she looked up at Declan. As his tongue came out, their eyes met. He dragged his tongue along the paper and, at the same time, her tongue poked out from her glossed lips just slightly, and seemed to lick along her top lip.

She leaned against the bar, both hands on the edge with her fingers hooked under the marble, and pushed her shoulders back. Declan fished into the pocket of his brown leather jacket, which was hung on one of the hooks under the bar, for his wallet and handed her a five pound note.

“Keep the change…” He let the end of the sentence hang as if he was about to finish it with her name but once again remembered he didn’t know it.

“Millie” She laughed a little, giving a little eye roll and taking the money from him. She started to turn away, then stopped.

“Want me to watch that for you?” Millie cocked her head a little as she asked. Declan could swear her eyes had drifted down from his eyes a little, but couldn’t tell if she was looking at the drink or at him.

“That would be wonderful. Thank you, Millie.” Declan spoke through a thinned mouth, having already put the cigarette between his lips and was flipping his jacket over his arms.

Millie gave Declan another wink before moving away to serve another customer. Declan made his way past a handful of people towards the stair that lead outside. Once he hit fresh air, he stepped away from the entrance, feeling his pockets for a lighter when he heard his name being called. At first, Declan assumed it wasn’t for him and turned the other way, heading to the steps of the Italian restaurant next door to the Deaf Leopard. He leant against the brick wall, perched up on the first step and lit his cigarette, exhaling into the cold night air, a mixture of smoke and condensed breath in the cold.

It was then he heard his name again, and looked up to find the source of the voice. Towards him was walking one of the first friends he made in his life post-marriage. Well, it was someone he used to work with when he was in his retail work days, Casper. They had worked in a fly-by-night phone case and repair shop in the local shopping centre. At the time, Casper was 18, and went by the name Chloe, but that was five years ago, and a lot of discovery can happen in five years. They had bonded at work over their shared geekiness, and the fact that they both knew the job wasn’t going to last. They spent the working day watching comedy on the company laptop – there were never really any customers to disturb them, and playing silly word games. After the shop inevitably shut down, they had drifted apart, but a few weeks ago, they had bumped into each other again and reconnected. It felt nice to Declan to have a friend again. As Casper walked towards him, he cursed himself again for having such a depressingly cliched thought.

“Declan!” Casper shouted for a third time, on this occasion practically in his face. He opened his arms to hug Declan and they stood for a few moments hugging before breaking away. “Are you in here tonight? They won’t let us in.”

“Who’s us? You’re telling me you have other friends? A pox on you!” Declan smiled, and Casper returned with a laugh.

“Hey, I’m not a complete loner like you. I’m out with Evie. Have you met Evie? They’re just over there somewhere…” Casper turned to look down the street, his voice trailing off. He turned back, straightening out the pleats in his pink skirt, then pulling the black band t-shirt out a little. It had become a little too tight around his chest as it was pulled into the tuck. Casper had a very alternative style, the skirt being complimented with knee-high gothic-style boots with more buckles than Declan could count, and to top the outfit off, neon green cat ears sat in a shoulder length pink wig.

“Evie is somewhere, I’m not sure at the moment. They won’t let us in” Casper had a giddy energy in this moment, not annoyed, but more like he had chugged 3 cans of Monster in under a minute.

“Why won’t they let you in?” Declan continued to smoke his cigarette, leaning against the wall.

“I, erm” Casper looked down at the ground, spinning the hell of one foot in a semi-circle.

“Did you forget your ID again? Come on, Casper, you’re 23, but dress like you’re three. Of course you’re going to get checked.”

Casper showed a little blush on his face as Declan spoke. They had only been reconnected for a few weeks, but they quickly fell into the routines they had when they worked together. Declan was 11 years older than Casper, and naturally took on a caring kind of role over Casper. This care did include a lot of sarcastic, but good-natured and well-intentioned, jibes.

“I did. You know I did.” Casper’s blush grew a little deeper, and he looked up into Declan’s eyes.

“Where the fuck are you, Casper?” A voice cut through yalova escort the night chill, and from the throng of smokers, vapers and entrance-waiters outside the bar came Evie.

“I’m here, Evie.” Casper responded as we both looked around. Declan’s gaze fell upon Evie for the first time and, wanting to be subtle, he couldn’t help but casually admire her. She looked to be about 4″1, shoulder length hair that was dyed half-black, half-green. She had piercings in her eyebrows, septum, lower lip and an array of metal in both ears. She was wearing a tight, black-and-white striped long-sleeve tee, knee high socks and a skirt that looked so short it couldn’t, and didn’t, leave much to the imagination. As she walked over, there was a slight bounce in her step. She smiled at Casper then looked at Declan.

“Are you wearing a fucking Christmas jumper?” She eyed Declan through thick eye-liner with a curious look on her face.

“I am.” Declan responded, then dragged on his cigarette with a slight blush on his face. Declan looked down at his outfit. Under the leather jacket, he was wearing what was branded as an Ugly Christmas Sweater, Avengers themed. Characters embroidered into the cotton amongst snowflakes, Christmas trees and other decorations.

“Save me twos on that?” She motioned towards the cigarette in Declan’s hand. “Well, what the fuck are we going to do now?” She looked up at Casper, slightly exasperated. Declan handed the cigarette to Evie and leaned against the wall in the doorway again.

“I don’t know. We could go and get some chicken from Tesco? Or some snacks?” Casper pulled his phone out and checked the time. “They’re still open right?”

“Alright, but we’re getting a fucking cab.” Evie checked her phone at the same time, which had been in her hand the whole time. Declan checked her up and down again. Not one single sign of a pocket anywhere. Casper nodded in agreement and turned to Declan.

“You coming? Fancy some snacks and come back to mine?” He asked Declan. Declan has pulled his tobacco out and had started rolling again. Evie also looked up from her phone at Declan, a small smile on her face.

“I don’t know.” Declan thought for a moment and shook his head. “I think I’m going to head home soon. I’m fairly tired. I’ll walk to the taxi rank with you though.” As soon as these words left his lips, he mentally cursed himself. His eyes then drifted to Evie again, whose smile had turned to what he interpreted as disappointment, and he cursed himself again. Why had he said no to spending time with these two? He could change his mind, it wasn’t too late. No, he’d have felt like a complete jackass.

“OK.” Casper said with a slight resignation too, but then returned to his peppy, upbeat self. “Let’s go, guys.”

The three of them set off down the street towards the taxi rank. It was, in total, only a three minute walk, but Declan wanted a little leg stretch. Evie was checking her phone again, replying to messages, so Casper naturally started to out pace her, and Declan fell back a little to keep pace with Evie.

“I’m Declan, by the way, nice to meet you.” Declan help out his hand to Evie.

“I’m Evie” She replied, looking up from her phone and shaking his hand. Declan was immediately struck by how small her hand was in his. He dwarfed her in pretty much every way. She looked him up and down again and smiled. “Why the fuck are you wearing a Christmas jumper? It’s February.”

“I wear them every month of the year except December.” He responded, opening his jacket a little and pulling the bottom of the jumper down to reveal the pattern a little more to her. “It’s what all the cool kids are doing isn’t it?”

“No, it’s really not.” Evie replied with a laugh. “Maybe back in your day.”

“Look, we’ve only just met, but insinuating that I’m old is quite rude you know”.

“But you are old, Grandad.” Casper turned around, smiling widely and laughing. “You’ve always been old. You’re like, thirty years older than me, aren’t you?”

“You’re fifty-three?!” Evie had genuine shock in her voice, inspecting Declan’s face. “You do have some wrinkles.”

“I’m thirty-six, you cheeky little twats.” Declan’s voice, while trying to remain as upbeat as the other two, did crack into genuine hurt for a moment.

“Calm down, grandad. You look good for fifty-three” Evie smiled and stuck her tongue out at Declan. There was no talking for a moment before Casper and Evie broke out in laughter. Declan narrowed his eyes at Evie for a moment and stuck his tongue out in return.

“So I can tell already that you’re a cheeky little gremlin, hmm?” Declan’s frown turned to a smile and it was Evie’s turn to frown at him.

“Am not a gremlin.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

This back and forth went on for a few moments while Casper disappeared into the office to order a taxi. There was already a cab waiting at the rank which they could use.

“Children” Casper yozgat escort called out to the two of them as the repetitive conversation continued. “The taxi is here. Are you sure you’re not coming?” Casper looked to Declan, as did Evie with hope in her eyes. This hope was put out though when Declan shook his head again, and cursed himself yet again. The three of them said their goodbyes, Casper and Declan hugged, then Evie stepped over and gave Declan a light hug, once more illumination the sheer difference in their statures.

Casper and Evie got into the cab, waved to Declan, and Declan turned to start the mile-long walk home, putting his headphones in and cursing himself once more for not accepting Casper’s offer. Just as he was finding a decent podcast to put on to try and quieten his brain down from all the self-cursing, he heard a commotion from across the street.

Under a parapet, there was a row of shops – Turkish barbers, fried chicken takeaway, newspaper shop, nail salon and a kebab house – opposite the Deaf Leopard. Apparently, some banter between to almost identical mid-twenties men had gotten out of hand, and now they were stood glaring at each other, chests puffed under Fred Perry polo shirts, tight enough to accentuate chemically-nourished biceps, and seemingly cut blood-flow to the brain. Declan walked on, pressing play on the latest episode of one of the podcasts in his weekly rotation.

After 5 minutes or so of walking, he pulled his phone out and opened Facebook. He went to Casper’s profile, and saw a post in which Evie was tagged. One click and a quick scroll later, he pressed Add Friend on Evie’s profile.

After 7 minutes of walking, he remembered he had ordered a beer from Millie and then completely disappeared.

After 11 minutes of walking, he checked his phone again and saw that Evie had accepted his friend request. He opened Messenger and clicked on her name, opening a chat.

For 5 further minutes of walking, he struggled to think of something to type to Evie. He didn’t want to seem weird for adding her not 20 minutes after first meeting her. But then again, if she thought it was weird, she wouldn’t have accepted. He wrestled with this internal mini-conflict until he had to lock his phone to get his keys from his pocket to unlock the front door.

After getting himself into the house, and up to his room, he started to undress. Off came the jacket, Christmas jumper and skinny blue jeans. As he was looking for some shorts to put on – most pairs had been used in the last few days’ worth of running and gymming – his phone pipped with a notification. He unlocked the phone and opened the notification.

EVIE: You home yet, old man?

DECLAN: We’ve only just met. I don’t think you can be this rude to me. But yes, I am.

EVIE: But you are old, it’s just a fact.

DECLAN: And you’re very small.

EVIE: Who’s rude now??? Still got that stupid jumper on?

DECLAN: Still you. No, it’s off now.

EVIE: Good. It bad that I wanted to take it off you?

DECLAN: That depends. If you wanted to take it off me to burn it, then it’s bad.

EVIE: Um no. Just want to…

DECLAN: What do you mean, hmm?

EVIE: Nuthin. Shush.

And that is how Declan got to know Evie.

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Three weeks later, Declan stretched himself awake a full 3 minutes before his alarm was due to go off at 6am. He locked his arms down by his sides, arched his back and stretched his legs until his feet poked out from under the duvet. He looked out of the window, unburdened by the curtain he had bought but not got round to putting up. It was still pitch black. He hated running in the dark. It meant he couldn’t wear his wrap-around sports glasses. Even though he was probably in the best shape of his life, Declan still sweated like a cartoon character eating a ghost pepper in a sauna. He lay for a few moments more. As usual, he had awoken in quite a fierce state of arousal, his shaft straining at the material of his boxers. Just as he was about to let his hand slide down…beep beep beep.

Groaning, he leaned over and flicked the slider on the alarm on his phone. As usual, the first few attempts didn’t work, lazily swiping his finger of the screen in his half-sleep grog. He picked the phone up, eyes squinting at the harsh glare in the otherwise black room, and carefully pulled the digital button left to silence the offensive clamour. He hated getting up at this time, but it was the only real way to make sure he got his run done before work. He worked from home, so it wasn’t a huge rush, but he still liked plenty of time to get ready, have a coffee, sit for a while before being tethered to his laptop for the day.

He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and stretching once more, this time arms high up above his head. He flexed his arms a little. He didn’t have world-beating, shirt-ripping biceps, but he liked the work he had put into them. He looked around, half-forgetting that the button for the shelf-edge lamp was on his right, and flicked it on. Just as he hit the button, he saw the green flashing light on his phone which meant he had a message. He unlocked his phone, and saw a message from Evie sent about 2 minutes before that moment.

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Over the next few weeks the house would settle into a routine. Gladys and Bev would go to work as normal and try to do their jobs but they would always find time to make love to each other. They would take their lunches together and go for a drive and find a quiet secluded spot and have sex and then Gladys would punish Bev and then they would return to the college and act as if things were no different.

At home David would be the boss of the house and he would decide on a daily basis who he was going to take to his bed and make love to or should I say have sex with. There was no love involved in these sessions. This was reserved for when they were in the front room and he and Bev would act as husband and wife and Gladys would be treated as the guest.

The only real difference was that David had softened slightly and had purchased a couple of mattresses that would be brought out at night and the women could sleep on them if they chose but neither of them tended to get much sleep because they had strict instructions that the fridge had to be emptied by the morning.

If this was not achieved then the punishment round would kick in. David would first of all punish Gladys for not supervising Bev and then Gladys would punish Bev for not emptying the contents of the fridge that night.

Gladys had settled well into the family. She had adopted her role as submissive to David and accepted the punishment that he would give to her and she would take it gladly and then she also enjoyed punishing Bev if she did not do things to the standard that Gladys expected and that was never good enough so she got to punish Bev all the time.

Things however were about to change and it was all David’s idea. He wanted to adapt the house so that they could hold BDSM parties because he wanted to show his women off. However he did not want people in his house-that was his private domain. He had thought hard and long about the issue and then the idea had come to him.

There was a barn in the grounds of the house that had done nothing for years and really should have been knocked down. It was taking up valuable land and in this part of the country that was money that would be good in the bank but between him and Bev they made enough money that they did not need anymore. He had plans for the barn.

One day he made an appointment to go and see an architect friend to discuss the project. He knew that he could trust this architect because he was a dominant and his wife was his submissive. They sat in his office and discussed David’s plans for the barn and ultimately what he wanted to turn it into to.

His friend made notes and agreed that it was a good idea but that perhaps it would be better to knock the barn down and start again. David listened to what his friend had to say and he had to admit that it made sense and that he would leave it to his friend to sort out the details and get back to him.

David returned home with a spring in his step and knew that he was going to have some fun tonight. By the time that he got home there was still no sign of the women. He assumed that they would have gone shopping for the day and that they would probably be home in about an hour’s time. He poured himself a whisky and thought about his idea.

He could not wait for work to start on the barn. He would get his friend to put a huge tarpaulin over it and not tell the women what he had planned. He wanted to surprise them. He wanted to surprise himself also so he had told his friend that he had total control over what happened to the barn.

He sat there and enjoyed his whisky and waited for the ladies to come home. About an hour later and on his second whisky of the day David heard the car pull into the drive and he heard the girls get out of the car. He could hear Gladys’s voice as she barked orders at Bev.

“Come on bitch help me out of the car.”

He went to the window and looked out and what he saw made him very erect. Bev was dressed differently to how she had gone to work. She had on a tight white blouse which enhanced her breasts and it was pretty obvious that she had no bra on and she had completed the look with a black leather skirt that just about covered her buttocks.

When she stretched up to give Gladys a hand out of the car David got a good look at her naked buttocks and he became erect at the thought that Gladys would be looking down at her naked pussy and he could not wait to make love to her.

Gladys was helped out of the car and then she turned to Bev and said.

“Go on slut get the bags out of the car and bring them into the house.”

“Yes Mistress.” Said Bev.

Bev went to the back of the car and began to unload the bags and David watched as she struggled with all the bags. There must have been eight of them and they were all heavily laden with food and Bev was really artvin escort struggling.

It was not helped by the fact that when Gladys came into the house she closed the door behind her. David stood there and watched as Bev stood looking at the closed door with her hands full of the bags of food. David thought he would go and give her a hand but Gladys obviously had a plan in mind and he decided it was not his place to intervene.

He watched as Bev reached up and tried to open the door still holding onto the bags of food. She got hold of the handle and was doing well until one of the bags began to slip and then he heard the crash as the bag dropped to the floor. Gladys was quick to hear the crash as well.

She stormed to the door and flung it open and looked at the mess on the ground and looked with disdain at Bev.

“You stupid little bitch. That is good food and money you have just wasted.”

“Yes Mistress. I am sorry Mistress.” Said Bev.

“Sorry does not cut it missy.” Replied Gladys.

“Bring the rest of the bags in and I will think about what I am going to do with you for this fuck-up.” Said Gladys.

“Yes Mistress.” Replied Bev.

She struggled into the house with the rest of the bags and Gladys watched as she put the food away and then she looked at Bev and said.

“Strip for me bitch.”

“Yes Mistress.” Replied Bev.

David walked into the hallway still holding onto his whisky and looked at the scene that was unfurling in front of him. He was sporting an erection and someone was going to get fucked pretty soon.

Together David and Gladys watched as Bev removed the two items of clothing that she had on. It did not take her more than a minute before she was stood there naked in front of the pair of them. David had to admit that she looked even sexier now that she had begun to put on the pounds and he loved to have sex with her and grab hold of the handles of fat that she now had.

Once she was naked Gladys stepped forward and cupped her pussy and rammed a couple of fingers into it and began to masturbate it. Bev could not help it. She soon became very aroused as Gladys moved her fingers in and out of her pussy. She was fast approaching her orgasm when Gladys suddenly stopped pulled out her fingers, licked them clean and said.

“Now get down on your knees and clean that food up and you do not get up until it has all gone and I do not care if it makes you sick. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.” Replied Bev.

Gladys and David watched as naked Bev went to the front door and got down on her knees and began to eat at the food on the doorstep. In the meantime David went up to Gladys and said.

“Come and suck my cock. That has made me so horny.”

“Yes Sir.” Said Gladys.

David walked into the front room and dropped his trousers and his trunks and took his place in his usual seat and waited for Gladys to waddle into the room. It took her a little while but she eventually made it and managed to get down on her knees and looked at David’s cock. She loved his cock and she was almost at the point of worshipping it.

Down on her knees she looked at David’s cock for a minute and then she began to hold it in the palm of her hand. She loved the fact that David kept it so smooth — it meant she did not get a mouth full of pubic hair which she hated. She just let his cock rest there in the palm of her hand.

David was in no hurry and he knew that Bev would be quite a while cleaning up the doorstep so he could allow Gladys to have her little bit of pleasure with his cock. He was contemplating whether or not he was going to cumm today and really give Gladys a present. He would decide when he saw how hard she worked his cock.

Gladys began to stroke the cock of David. She moved her hand up and down the shaft of the cock and soon she was lost in her own thoughts as she worked on the cock. She imagined that David was actually making love to her instead of having sex with her. She knew that this would never happen but it was her favourite fantasy.

Her hand moved up and down the shaft and she could feel it grow to its full erection and she knew that she was doing well with the work that she was doing on David’s cock and she could not wait to take it into her mouth and taste it.

She worked the shaft for a good ten minutes and then she opened her mouth and began to take David’s cock into it. She worked on the head of his cock before she moved her mouth and slid it down the shaft until it was totally buried in her mouth and was hitting the back of her throat and she was buried in his groin.

She let it rest there for a moment as she got used to her mouth being so full then she began to move her head up and down the shaft of the cock. She heard David groan in pleasure which aydın escort was a first for her and she hoped that this signalled the fact that David was going to give her his cumm to swallow. It would make her day.

Gladys was spurred on by this groan and she worked her mouth harder and faster up and down the shaft. She put out her hand and began to massage the smooth balls of David. They felt so good in her hand she wanted to kiss them but she was concentrating on the shaft for the moment.

She swirled her tongue around the head of David’s cock and again she heard David groan. She knew that he was on the verge of cumming and she was not going to let this opportunity go. She did not get to taste his cumm that often and she knew that it tasted ever so good and she was getting ready to receive it.

David reached down and held her head hard onto his cock and then he thrust forward and almost made Gladys gag as he began to spurt his cumm down the back of her throat. He gave her five good squirts of his cumm and Gladys was pleased that she was able to swallow it all down.

David pulled his cock out of Gladys’s mouth and wiped it clean on the face of Gladys and then he said to her.

“Go and check on the progress of Bev and make sure that she is doing a good job.”

“Yes Master.” Said Gladys.

She struggled to get off her knees but she eventually managed it and walked out of the front room and went to check on the progress of Bev. She got there just as Bev was finishing up. Gladys had to admit that she had done a good job but she still needed to be punished for dropping the bag in the first place.

Bev stood up and said.

“I have finished Mistress. I hope you are pleased with the job that I have done?”

“I am very pleased and the doorstep looks really clean but you know that you still need to be punished for dropping the bag in the first place.”

“I thought that was my punishment.” Replied Bev.

“No Bev that was your humiliation. Now you need to be punished.”

“Yes Mistress.” Said Bev.

“Let us go into the kitchen so that we can administer the punishment.” Said Gladys.

“Yes Mistress.” Replied Bev.

Gladys led the way and Bev followed behind. She did not mind this because she got to look at the wonderful arse of Gladys that she aspired to have. She knew that she was making progress but it was not happening fast enough for her but she could eat no more than what she was doing.

They eventually made it to the kitchen and Gladys told Bev to bend over one of the stools that were propped under the breakfast bar. Bev pulled out one of the stools and laid herself over it and stuck out her arse ready to receive her punishment. She wondered what her Mistress was going to use on her.

It was always something new and she quite often never got to find out what it was that had been used on her buttocks. It was almost an adventure for Bev because of the build-up of the anticipation that Gladys always created. She could not move that fast and she took her time to decide what to use to administer the punishment.

She rifled through the utensil rack but she thought that she had used most of these on Bev already and she wanted something different to use today. She was feeling particularly sadistic and she really wanted to take the passion that had built up within her whilst sucking David’s cock out on Bev. She needed a release of energy.

She went to the cupboard in the kitchen and there she found exactly what she was looking for. Hanging there was a wooden coat-hanger and it was ideal to administer some punishment to Bev. She took it off the hook and waddled back into the kitchen and made it behind the butt of Bev and got ready to administer the punishment to Bev.

Gladys pulled the coat-hanger and brought it hard down on Bev’s buttocks. Bev flinched but she did not move. She knew that if she did that this would only bring her further punishment and whatever Gladys was using had really stung and she did not want any more than the requisite six strokes that she normally received.

Gladys stepped back and looked at the effect that one stroke of the coat-hanger had produced to Bev’s buttocks and she smiled at the result. Her buttocks had already begun to welt and she still had five more strokes to administer. She stepped back towards Bev and got ready to complete the punishment.

She pulled the coat-hanger back again and brought it as hard down as she could on Bev’s buttocks. Five more times she did this and by the time that she had finished Bev’s buttocks were covered in red welts. Gladys walked round to Bev’s head and pulled it up by the hair ad looked into her eyes.

She could see the tears running down Bev’s face and she was impressed that not once had Bev cried out whilst she had received balıkesir escort the punishment. She was learning to be a good slave and Gladys decided that she would perhaps need to be a bit crueller to Bev because she had got into a comfort zone when it came to punishment.

She began to speak to Bev as if to further humiliate her and said.

“Do you know I have just sucked your husband’s cock and he actually gave me his cumm and now I have got to administer punishment to the gorgeous arse of his wife? What a perfect day. All I need now is for someone to lick my pussy and do you know who that is going to be Bev?”

“I guess that would be my job Mistress.” Responded Bev.

“You are learning. Let’s go to the spare bedroom as Master David has not given us permission to use the Master Suite and I do not fancy asking him.”

“Yes Mistress.” Said Bev.

Again Gladys led the way and Bev could not take her eyes of those glorious buttocks and now she was going to get the chance to make love to her Mistresses pussy. She hoped that she would get the chance to take those buttocks into her hands at some point. She was getting moist just at the thought of it.

They finally made it up the stairs and went into the spare bedroom and Bev watched as Gladys climbed onto the bed and made herself comfortable and looked up at Bev and said.

“Climb onto the bed and join me. I need a cuddle.”

“Yes Mistress.” Said Bev.

She walked to the bed and climbed on and shuffled her way up until she was in line with Gladys. She opened her arms and Gladys rolled over and snugged into them. Bev made sure that she held her Mistress tight. She loved to feel her in her arms and she saw it as a reward that she was allowed to do such an intimate act with her Mistress.

They cuddled for a good ten minutes and without thinking about it. Bev moved her hands and began to caress the breasts of her Mistress. Gladys did not say anything. She was enjoying being snuggled and she was quite happy to allow Bev to touch her breasts as she was turning her on and it would enhance her cumm when she eventually allowed Bev to kiss her pussy.

Bev ran her hands over the breasts of her Mistress and watched as her nipples began to grow and she knew that she was arousing her Mistress and that her pussy would be very wet. Bev caressed the flesh of her breasts for a good few minutes and then she moved to her Mistresses nipples.

She rolled Gladys’s nipples between her finger and her thumb and heard Gladys moan out loud. Gladys put out a hand and said.

“Get down between my legs and make love to my pussy.”

“Yes Mistress.” Said Bev.

She moved down the bed and got down to the pussy of her Mistress. She could not see it clearly because of the chubby thighs of her Mistress. She had to physically pick up the legs of Gladys to part them enough so that she could get a good view of her pussy. Finally she had got Gladys’s legs open enough that she could clearly see her pussy.

Bev reached out a hand and touched the pussy of her Mistress and felt how wet it was and she could not wait to taste it but first of all she wanted to play with it. She looked up at Gladys and said.

“May I pet your pussy Mistress?”

Gladys looked down at her and said.

“You may for a couple of minutes but not for too long. I am in need of an orgasm and I would rather have it sooner rather than later.”

“Yes Mistress.” Replied Bev.

Bev moved towards the pussy of Gladys and began to kiss it. She kissed it as she would the lips of her Mistress. She petted the pussy for a good five minutes until Gladys said.

“That is enough Bev. I need my orgasm and I need it now.”

Bev stopped kissing the pussy of her Mistress and began to work on the pussy to make sure that she could bring Gladys to orgasm. She opened up the pussy of her Mistress and then she stuck her tongue in and began to lick her out.

Bev moved her tongue in and out of Gladys’s pussy and heard Gladys begin to groan in pleasure. She knew that administering the punishment to her arse had turned her Mistress on and it would not be long before she had her orgasm. In and out went Bev’s tongue.

Gladys humped off the bed and pushed her pussy onto Bev’s tongue. She needed to cumm and she needed to cumm sooner rather than later. She shouted at Bev.

“Make me cumm bitch.”

Bev works harder and faster on her Mistresses pussy and suddenly she felt the pussy juice begin to leak out of her Mistresses pussy as she began to have her orgasm. Gladys cannot take any more of the licking and screams out.

“I am cumming slut. Oh shit you have made me cumm.”

With that she begins to squirt her love juice into the air. It was almost like she was pissing herself there was that much of a squirt going on. She collapsed onto the bed and released Bev. Bev moved up the bed and back into the arms of her Mistress.

Whilst David is downstairs enjoying his whisky they take the chance to allow themselves a little sleep in the bed. David comes up the stairs and sees them asleep and decides to have one more whisky before waking them for the night ahead.

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After that night with Angela, I waited a week to go back to the Pub. I knew she was leaving just a couple of days after our hookup. That was why I waited until then to take her home. It’s a little awkward to have a one-stand with a girl and then run into her at your favorite bar again under any circumstance, especially if that one night stand involved her being disappointed by your rather diminutive penis and incredibly premature ejaculation. Sadly, my one-night stands almost always ended that way. But it worked, bagging tourists right before they left, then going back to the pub to flirt with another who had no idea about my shortcomings. For a full year I managed to have a pretty satisfying sex life that way without any problems.

The weekend after that night with Angela I went back to the pub. It was a Saturday night and extremely busy. The place usually got pretty crowded on the weekends, but this was even busier than usual. I got there just after 10PM and still had to muscle my way through to the bar. Luckily, that also meant I had my pick of the women. I hung out by the bar for a while and eyed my prospects while working on my first drink. I even tried to flirt with Jenni, the cute red-headed bartender a little, just to warm up. She knew me as a regular, and I thought she liked me, either because I tipped well or because I was a pretty good-looking guy. Usually she liked to flirt with me a bit, but she clearly swamped, and a little annoyed at my attempts at conversation with her, so I let her get back to work.

I chatted up a couple of girls as they came for drinks, but they mostly moved on, either here with other guys or not looking to find a hook up at the moment. After about an hour I found myself talking to this adorable little blonde girl from Amsterdam. Her English wasn’t great, but we managed to understand each other well enough and I think she liked me. From what I understood this was her first stop on a trip across Europe, and she would be flying to Dublin the next evening. I managed to get across the fact that I lived just down the street, which seemed to make her very happy. I couldn’t believe my luck. Usually I had to work a girl for a week or two before taking her home, but it seemed like I would be taking the beautiful little Dutch lady home with me tonight!

I notice Jenni come back around and motion to her to order two more drinks. I feel like I’m almost there with this girl, but need to get a little looser. I can already feel myself getting too excited. As Jenni comes down the bar that’s when I hear it, in all the clamor of the bar, a high, sultry, unmistakable kırklareli escort voice right behind.

“Oh. My. God. Billy?” I turn around to see Angela standing right behind me. “I knew that was you. I can’t believe you’re back here.” She say with a huge grin on her face.

“Angela… I thought you were going back to the States.” I stammer.

“I was supposed to, but I decided to extend my trip a bit. I didn’t want to be… disappointed by how it ended.”

I gave a nervous laugh. Jenni handed me the drinks, and gave me an amused look. She knew I was a bit of a player here and probably figured this was an awkward encounter with a one-night stand. But she had no idea how awkward it was. I took the drinks and handed one to the Dutch girl. Angela immediately turned her attention to her, looked back me, and gave a derisive chuckle.

“Trust me honey” Angela practically leaned over me to talk to the blonde “don’t waste your time. You’ll be disappointed.” The girl looked confused, and thankfully I realized she didn’t really understand what was going on. I decided to try and take a little power back in the situation. Besides, I was the regular here, Angela was just a tourist.

“Sorry” I said to the blonde, completely ignoring Angela “She’s just a jealous ex.” Looking into her eyes I think I get the point across, but then I hear a loud scoff from Angela.

“Jealous!? Ex!?” She’s practically yelling, and now other people around us are starting to pay attention. “You have the tiniest penis that I have ever seen!”

That she did yell. The rest of the bar seemed to go completely silent, and I feel everyone’s eyes on us.

“Like a fucking baby’s dick.” She continues. She’s not yelling as loud, but it doesn’t matter, everyone is looking at us. “I swear it was smaller than my pinky.” She then looks at the blonde and just to make sure she gets the point across, wiggles her pinky finger at me. “And you couldn’t even get it up! I mean look at me. I was completely naked on top of you, and you could get your shriveled little dick to rise to the occasion until I pinched it for half an hour. Then, when you were almost as big as my thumb, you came all over yourself. Honestly, I haven’t never seen such a tiny little dick in my life. And you have the nerve to call me jealous!”

I could hear laughing from some people, and somewhere in the bar some people yelling. “Get him girl” comes out from one corner. I look over to the blonde and see her starting to giggle, clearly understanding the situation. Looking over at Jenni I see her shaking afyon escort her head at me with a little smirk. Clearly she’s not going to help at all. I figure the best way to save face is try to escape while I can.

“Whatever, lying bitch.” I say mostly out of embarrassment as I try to walk past Angela, but she grabs me by the shirt collar and pushes be back against the bar. Not for the first time, I’m surprised by how strong she is.

“Bitch!? If anyone here is a little bitch, it’s you.” She said to hoots and hollers from all around. Despite myself, and the sheer horror of the situation, I felt stirring in my pants. My blood was pumping harder than ever and her aggressive touch on my chest was getting me excited. I knew I had to get out of there.

“Just let me go.” I said, and tried to push past again, but it’s too late. She had a firm grip, and I saw her eyes wondering downwards.

“Oh my fucking God. Are you getting hard right now?”

“No!” I protest, but it is futile.

“Seriously, these tits.” She cups her ample breasts to remind me of them. “and me rubbing your little nub for so long couldn’t get you up. But now you’re getting hard? You really are just a little perv.”

“Fuck you no I’m not, you’re just a liar.”

“Go ahead and prove it then.

“Let me go.”

“Come one little Billy, show me what you couldn’t show me the other night. Let’s see if your really can get bigger than my thumb.” Without waiting she started to go for my belt. I tried to take the opportunity to run away, but then I felt more hands on me. The Dutch girls has grabbed one shoulder, and another girl I didn’t know had grabbed the other. Angela had made quick work of my belt and was already going to undo my pants. I couldn’t believe this was happening, that nobody was going to stop this, but I felt more hands restraining me and everyone in the Pub staring can catcalling. Many of them had their phones out. All the time, I could feel my dick throbbing.

In just another moment Angela has my pants undone and in one swift move yanks them all the way down. Out pops my little boner, pushing and throbbing as hard as it could get. Looking down at it I see it can’t be more than four inches, and is incredibly thin. From all around me the Pub bursts into laughter. The blonde let go of my shoulder because she was giggling uncontrollably, saying something in Dutch as she pointed at my little cock. Calls of “it’s so tiny” and “it is fucking hard, and so small” and more comments blend together. I notice even Jenni leaned over the bar to get a amasya escort better look.

Angela is the only one I could see not laughing. She just stood in front of me with a triumphant smirk. “Honestly, I’m impressed. That little hard-on is way bigger than you were before.” She looks down at it, and I see that same look in her eye after I came and she called me pathetic. “But I still wouldn’t bother.”

“Let’s get him on the bar, I can’t quite see it from here.” I heard Jenni’s playful Irish voice from behind me. I couldn’t believe it. but before I knew it more hands were hoisting me up.

“I don’t think you’ll be able to see it anyway.” Jessica said as her strong hands pushed my back down so I was laying flat on top of the bar.

My pants were gone and I was being held down, my little four inch manhood standing straight up for all the bar to see. There were flashes and phones getting video all around me, and I knew everyone could see what little I had to show.

“Moment of truth.” Angela said from beside me. “Let’s see if that little thing really is bigger than my thumb.” She leaned against me as she extended her arm over me, pushing her breasts against my chest. She held her fist over my groin and pointed her thumb out, holding it against my dick and a thumbs down manner. It brushed against my pubic hair, but there was about half an inch left between the point of her thumb and and my pubic bone.

“Awww, you’re just barely bigger. I’m sorry, you’re right, it did get… a little bigger.”

More calls from around the bar like “yeah right” and “thumb dick” followed.

“Looks like your thumb is still thicker than the little prick though.” Jenni chimed in. I had no idea she could be so cruel. I looked over at her to see she was completely relishing in my horror.

“Now, let’s give the little guy a drink.” Before I knew he she had a clear handheld tap in her hand. The fact that the little nozzle was about as big as my dick was clear to everyone around. Without mercy she sprayed it and a powerful jet of cold water hit my dick. The very shock of it, all of the excitement and attention and my heart pounding in my chest became too much to handle. Just as the water hit my dick, it came.

More laughter, and calls of disbelief came from all around. “Holy shit.” Jenni was saying, still spraying my deflating dick with cold water. “I had no idea that would happen, you really are a minute man.”

“More like second man.” The heavily accented voice of the blonde girl chimed in to more laughter. I could feel myself shrinking, and knew before long my shriveled, half inch nub would be on display to the entire bar. I would never be able to come back here again.

Just as I tried to phase it all out, to pretend I was unconscious, not even there, Angela leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Next time think you about picking up a girl, just remember how pathetic you really are.”

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