Kategori: Genel

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

It’s often said that people have a ‘prime’ in life. At almost forty, newly divorced, I realized I was past mine. Once the co-captain of my high school basketball team, a second string quarterback, I got a scholarship to college, married the blonde hometown prom queen, taught Sunday School, and worked my way up to Assistant Vice President at the bank. Sounds like a modern fairytale, right? Well, one afternoon in the early 1990’s, an answering machine message turned it all to shit.

“Jewdy Dan’ls, yew stay’way from mah huzzbun, yew fuckin’ ho-wurrrr!” The angry woman’s voice blasted out of the speaker, her deep West Virginia accent resonating across my kitchen. I thought Judy, my wife of fifteen years, had been too interested in her voluntary church clerical work lately and too uninterested in sex the last few months. The pissed off caller was our minister’s wife.

I stayed calm and didn’t jump to conclusions. Wanda, the preacher’s nutty spouse, may have just been jealous or mistaken. When Judy got home, I had barely mentioned the message from the household of charismatic Reverend Tommy Foster, when my wife broke down and confessed in a sobbing pile at my feet.

About the same time the divorce was progressing nicely, my regional bank was being bought out by a bigger one, so I took a job at a large data processing center in suburban Baltimore. I left the small town scandals, gossip, and green valleys of dairy and coal country behind to start over.

At first my job was crappy, being from the acquired bank, no one, even my own team, took my title or ideas seriously. Meaningless reports and paperwork piled up on my desk, much of it delivered by the print room’s sullen employee, Saleesha. She never smiled, even when I cracked a joke. The short woman was African-American, as were over half the women in the building, which was mostly staffed with female employees. Saleesha was a big girl, and I know ‘wide as she is tall’ is a derogatory cliché, but this woman almost met that description. Maybe a height of five foot two, despite smaller hands and feet, her upper limbs were thick with flesh that nearly overhung her joints. Her torso was proportionally large, but her shape was still somewhat of an hour glass, wide hips balanced by her honeydew melon-sized breasts. The perceived flaws of her body faded when gazing at her face, which was minimally affected by her weight, stunningly pretty with big dark eyes and a bright smile. I only knew of the smile because it was seen in a portrait on her desk of her and her son. She wore wigs daily, as did a few of the other women, as her hair was wavy and reddish one day and straight and black the next, then back to reddish. Like all of us, she wore conservative business clothes every day, but upper management began a new ‘casual Friday’ policy, and a short-sleeved, scoop neck top with a bit of crowded cleavage revealed smooth, flawless skin, except for a hint of, well, cellulite on the back of her upper arms. I paid the anomaly no mind at the time. She was just another coworker at that point.

One day I passed a young woman in tears at her desk. On her dark green screen was a blinking orange cursor, that was all. I asked her what was wrong. She typed ‘logon’ and nothing happened. She feared she would get in trouble for not finishing her work. I had her try another code, which worked.

Within days I was the most popular guy on my floor. The employees had not been trained very well on the ‘other’ system, meaning the computers of my old bank, and I was darting around giving hints and shortcuts to all the women, when they weren’t stopping by my tiny office to ask questions, chat or show me pictures of their families. They even felt comfortable enough to kid me about my ‘hillbilly’ accent. My bosses were happy the work was getting done faster and put me in charge of most of the area.

The sole holdout from my new fan club was Saleesha, still unfriendly. On a rainy weekend, I began to find out why. She had been dealt a rough hand in life.

Upon taking the job transfer, I had moved to an apartment complex close to the office, and later I found out Saleesha, a single mom, lived across the parking lot. One Saturday as I arrived home, she was boosting her wheelchair-bound 10 year-old son over a parking bumper and up the curb, since the local asshole parked his big Jeep in her reserved spot with the access ramp constantly. She was also carrying plastic bags of groceries and items were falling out. The open doors of her lift-equipped van were letting the downpour in. I parked and quickly ran over and offered to help. In moments I had her son under the hallway awning and groceries corralled while she locked up the van. All of us soaked, she stoically refused any further assistance once she had opened her door, and rushed inside without even a thank you, not that I really cared. She had more important things to worry herself with.

Monday morning as I looked up from the thump of reports falling into my inbox, Saleesha actually paused.

“Good mornin’, Wayne. I never thanked tuzla escort you for helpin’ me and Micah Saturday,” she said, looking at me sheepishly with those gorgeous eyes.

I played dumb. “Huh? Oh don’t worry about it.” I waved it off. “Didn’t know you lived so close.”

Her upper torso flesh quivered subtly beneath her dress, and I could practically hear her bra straps begging for mercy. I found myself fumbling for words, something that hadn’t happened in years. The conversation quickly stalled. “Let me know if ya’ll need a ride or somethin’,” I blurted out, looking at the dismal gray skies outside before starting to jot down my number on a notepad.

She scowled. “Look, just because my van isn’t brand new doesn’t mean…”

“Four wheel drive..” I interrupted “I mean, if it’s icy, you know. I got my redneck Wes’ Virginia moonshine truck, lotsa room in there for Micah’s chair an’ all.”

Spring was approaching, but the roads could still be nasty in the mornings. Judy got the Volvo in the divorce. I still had my rusty old Blazer, I hadn’t even changed to a Maryland license plate yet.

Saleesha actually smiled. “That’s your’s? You’re gonna need moonshine to get me in that junky thing!” she joked, walking away.

Later that day I made a phone call to a contact at another bank, one that made auto loans for the dealer that sold the Jeep of the seemingly jobless, selfish asshole that always parked in Saleesha’s spot. As I had guessed, he was way behind on payments, and they didn’t have his girlfriend’s address. Surprise, a few mornings later the Jeep was repossessed, the cops came when a ruckus was raised with the tow truck driver. It turned out the guy had outstanding warrants. We never saw him or the truck again, and Saleesha was able to use her space from then on.

2

Spring arrived and I stayed busy, and soon realized I had traded the gossip farm back home for another here at work. At 6’5″, I had gotten wind of the fact some of the women called me a ‘tall drink of water’ and the story of my divorce via my ex-wife’s infidelity, which I had only mentioned to a couple people, was common knowledge. A few women even seemed to be a little flirtatious, but I was nearly twenty years older than most, and a ‘boring old white guy’, or so I felt. While out among their desks, I did enjoy the tight skirts, pants, dark-skinned cleavage and occasional down blouse, it’s now called, views of their bras. The lingerie cradled breasts of all sizes, but sometimes not too well, as smaller, firm tits put no pressure on the cups, and the resulting gap sometimes allowed a beautiful brown nipple peek. I recalled the day’s images as I jerked off in bed at night, fantasizing about a few of the more friendly, shapely girls. Raised in a demographically white small farm town, this was a fun, new world for me, and a ‘safe’ one, in that I knew the flirtations were harmless, and none of the girls would really ‘go’ for me.

The weather warmed up, and one morning I approached the laundromat on my side of the complex. In the room and facing away from me was a heavy-set, very curvy African-American woman in flimsy red shorts, bent over, pulling clothes out of the dryer. Nearly as wide as the dryer was her inverted-heart shaped bubble butt. The backsides of her thighs were exposed and her shorts were thin and tight enough to reveal an expanse of quivering cellulite from her waist to above her knees. Instead of going inside, I stood, mesmerized, for several seconds and watched that big behind dance around. As she raised her head, I saw she had very short straight hair, brushed back simply on her head. It was Saleesha. There were washers and dryers in her building, but they must have been in use or out of order. I retreated, not wanting to embarrass her, as I was sure she didn’t want me to see her without a wig and not ‘put together’ as she was each day for work. Most men couldn’t care less how they look, with women of course things were different. My ex never even went outside without mascara and lipstick. A hurried back to my apartment to peek out the window and watch her walk back across the parking lot, but cars blocked my view.

All day the vision of Saleesha’s backside haunted me. For my entire younger life I had been conditioned to only sexually consider women with zero or minimal perceived physical flaws, and pursued my ex initially because her blonde looks were ‘approved of” by my father and male peers. While concentrating on my career, church, and being married with what was, at one time, a good sex life with a fairly horny wife, I simply hadn’t thought much about other women. I did love Judy, but she was always itching for more travel and adventure. Her sneaking around to trucker motels to screw our minister, and others, it was revealed in court, must have filled her need for escape and excitement.

The night of the seemingly innocuous laundry room encounter, I woke up in the wee hours with a rock hard dick, a frequent occurrence with no wife to screw. I grabbed pendik escort it and began to fantasize about certain women in the office, white, black, Asian, or Hispanic, when I suddenly remembered Saleesha. As I stroked I thought about how soft her flesh must feel to the touch, especially the dimpled mass of her rear end, and began to imagine my pelvis or face ensconced in it. In moments I was shooting jizz like a geyser all over my boxers and stomach. I didn’t even bother to clean up as I immediately worked on a second messy load, all while mentally replaying every encounter with her, good and indifferent, as well as various sex fantasies. It must have been the mysterious allure of the cellulite that fueled my excitement; I had seen plenty of big plump asses over the years and they never got me so horny. Most guys find the crepe cellulite surface unattractive, and I guess I really had just been following the crowd, but not any more. Even a boring guy like me can have a new fetish, even at forty. Later, I scolded myself for lusting after Saleesha, as it might cause a flirtation to creep into my conversations with her. I didn’t want to mislead her, since my motive was pure animal lust.

3

A week of routine days ensued, and early one morning I ran naked to the phone, sunrise boner flailing, just before getting in the shower. The battery in Saleesha’s van had died, so it was my rusty Blazer to the rescue, driving up onto the lawn and sidewalk to give her a jump. I had quickly hopped into a t-shirt, and a pair of cotton shorts with no boxers, and could feel my semi-deflated dick banging around inside them and even tenting the front a little as I hooked up the cables; I don’t know if Saleesha noticed or not. I had to remind myself that despite my newfound attraction to her, I was trying to be a friend; the last thing she needed was a middle-aged white guy from work hitting on her. The next day at the office I overheard that her battery had been dying frequently. I could tell it was an old one, and the wheelchair lift likely drained it quickly.

“What the hell are you doin’?” Saleesha, barely wrapped in a towel, with no makeup and her real hair pushed away from her face and dripping, yelled at me from the shadows of her apartment doorway the next Saturday morning. I had bought a heavy duty battery at the auto parts store and had just finished installing it in her van, with the help of co-conspirator Micah. He helped by producing the keys and holding tools. I had lifted him into the driver’s seat and on my signal, he started the van with a big grin. Later she called, perturbed, saying she wasn’t a charity case; I told her to pay me back whenever she could.

That same night about 6:30 I got a panicked call from her. She was embarrassed to ask, but she needed someone to watch her son while she went on a blind date with a man someone at her church had fixed her up with. Her mother was originally going to watch Micah, but didn’t feel well, and all her friends were busy.

I agreed and went over to her apartment, taking a couple books to read. “You look terrific!” I said when she opened the door in a red flower patterned dress. She had picked a straight-haired wig with black hair that fell to her shoulders. Giant hoop earrings swayed on either side of her beautiful face. I had to make myself avoid staring at the necklace resting in her soft brown cleavage, it was the most plunging neckline I had seen her wear yet.

“Stop your lyin’, Wayne,” she said dismissively.

“Not lyin’,” I shrugged.

“Mmm mmm,” she hummed sassily, then gave instructions to Micah about his medications and bedtime, and to listen to ‘Mister Wayne’.

A car paused in the parking lot and blew the horn, and she leaned down to kiss her son and I wished her a good time.

The evening was uneventful, aside from a trip across the parking lot to retrieve my tools to fix her constantly running toilet. Otherwise it was quiet, with Micah and I watching TV or playing Atari.

About 10 PM, Saleesha returned. Between the early hour and the expression on her face, I knew things didn’t go well.

“Where’s Micah?” she asked, relieved to be stepping out of her heels.

“Gettin’ a time out in the closet,” I replied.

“What?”

“Just jokin’, he’s asleep. I laid him out on his bed a half hour ago. You’ll have to put him in his jammies. Great kid. “

“Oh no, what happened?” she asked, shedding her purse and removing the large earrings. She had spied my toolbox on the floor.

“Micah and I fixed your toilet. He’s a good helper.” Now that she was satisfied her son and plumbing were okay, she seemed to want to vent.

“So how did it go?” I asked about her big date.

She didn’t reply, but grabbed the neck of a bottle of red wine out of a high kitchen cabinet, which she reached by stepping up a footstool, her feet and calves bare inside sheer black hose. During my sneaky looks at her, I realized her body seemed to have been squeezed into a foundation maltepe escort garment, I think they’re called, as her torso seemed more rigid and a bit condensed. She stepped down and took two Marvel comic book tumblers from the dish drainer. “One of the housekeepin’ staff broke all my crystal stemware,” she said sarcastically, kidding about the plastic glasses, then scowled. “That fool just wanted a waitress for tonight,” she began, angrily about her date, as we both sat down at the table. “It was a men’s ministry dinner at his church, and I spent the whole time with an apron on, servin’ them an’ washin’ dishes. Us women ate in the kitchen afterward. Damnedest first date I’ve been on,” she sighed. “Guess I’ll be single forever.” she took a gulp of her wine. “Not that I mind bein’ independent, but just to have a man pay some attention to me…once in a while.” She looked off into the distance, frowning, her shoulders slumping.

“Don’t worry, you’ll find someone right for you,” I said, trying to be supportive.

“Men just want skinny women.”

“Not all men,” I countered, trying to hide my lecherous grin.

“Was your wife thin?”

“Um, yeah, I guess, but…”

“See?” she snapped. “Did you chase any fat girls?”

“Not back then, you’re right, but I learned a lot since then, grown up, you could say.” I was trying to stay generic, platonic in my responses, and not just blurt out the fact that I wanted to fuck her. “Most men grow up eventually.”

“Mmm mmm,” she hummed skeptically. “So, now that you’re also chasin’ fat women, when you get one, you bring her around here, I wanna meet ‘er.”

She had quickly finished her wine, and advised me she needed to check on her son, which I took as my queue to leave. Saleesha then thanked me for babysitting on short notice and said I was sweet, looking into my eyes for a moment with those brown stunners of hers. she was probably smirking at my stupefied expression “Goodnight,” she said with a peculiar half smile.

Walking back to my apartment, I realized I had gotten too close. Saleesha needed a younger man, of any race, who would stick around. I didn’t want to lead her on, and I definitely wasn’t ready for any kind of commitment to any woman, after fifteen years of marriage. The next week I kept things at arm’s length at the office, pretending to be busier than I really was when she came by my desk, actually smiling a bit.

4

A further distraction arrived in the form of a blind date of my own. That Friday I had been fixed up with a friend of a coworker. Several of us met after work for dinner and drinks at Harbor Place on Baltimore’s waterfront. Greek-descended, expatriated New Yorker Courtney was very nice, if a bit loud. She was thirty-two, a petite, tan, cute brunette dental assistant, also divorced. The night went flirtatiously touchy and smoothly. She gave me a nice wet kiss goodbye, and we promised to call.

Late the next morning I did get a call, but not from her; it was Saleesha.

“How was your date?”

Sadly, me having an actual date was breaking news on the office gossip network.

“You get any? She carryin’ your child now?”

“No!” I said, laughing, “It was just dinner! In a crowd! Geez.”

“Well…are you busy? You need to come over here. My toilet is messed up again.”

“Okay, be there in a minute.”

I was a little worried I was becoming her personal plumber and almost felt like telling her to call the landlord, but I knew they were very slow and weren’t even around on weekends. Her apartment had two bathrooms, so it wasn’t like they had nowhere to go. But, I had nothing else to do, so over I went. I was thinking about which type of commode valve I would need from the hardware store when I tapped on her door.

“Come in Wayne! Chain the door behind you please,” she yelled from the back of the unexpectedly dark and quiet apartment as I stepped in, toolbox rattling. The noise from her son’s TV or video games was missing. “Back here.” She was summoning me to the rear bedroom, which had its own bathroom, not the one I fixed earlier. ‘Great, a new problem’, I grumbled to myself. The room was crowded with clothes racks of dresses and suits, and bookshelves of family portraits, paperbacks and about a dozen faceless white Styrofoam heads, all of which held different varieties of wigs. The bed was crisply made, but covered only in mismatched sheets.

The ceiling fan was spinning but its bulbs were off, and the window blinds were closed against the bright sun. By the humidity and shampoo smell I could tell someone had showered recently. Next I got the shock of my middle-aged life.

Saleesha appeared, smiling, her hair in a colorful towel above the natural beauty of her face, devoid of any makeup. The real surprise was that she was apparently naked beneath a thin, black, silky, short-sleeved robe. The gap in her cleavage was wider and not as deep, and her massive tits seemed somewhat deflated, lower and spread wider across her ribcage than their appearance when held captive inside a bra. The robe offered a detailed silhouette of the forward-facing, blueberry-sized nipples within. Their scattered, surrounding bumps revealed the expanse of her areolas. Her upper arm and breasts jolted and quivered wildy as she pulled the towel down from her damp hair. and tossed it over the back of the kitchen chair she used at her vanity.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

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?” yalova escort A voice cut through 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 yozgat escort could use.

“Children” Casper 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.

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

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.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

That day was crazy. I was on a two-week vacation, a road trip from San Marcos Texas to Jacksonville Florida. I was on my third day into the trip, and was taking my time enjoying the sights. I had decided to rest and take a break, so I stopped at a Motel Six in Georgia. Into the second night of my stay, while on my way back to my room from a wonderful dinner I noticed a party going on in the hotel I was staying at. The party was taking place just outside my room and as I made my way through the crowd that consisted mostly of young women, I was stopped by two of them who invited me to join in. I was hesitant at first. They appeared much younger than I. I had planned on getting some sleep before heading out the next morning. However, it was obvious I was not going to get any sleep that night due to the noise from the party.

I said, “Sure, let me change into some shorts and I will be right out.” One of the girls smiled and said, “Great! The more the merrier.”

I quickly changed and headed back out into the early evening. I wandered through the party, taking notice that everyone there was much younger than I, and venture to guess between the ages of 18 and 22. The two girls who I had met earlier came up to me and introduced themselves as Judy and Lisa. Judy handed me a plastic cup full of beer. She pointed out the keg across the pool letting me know that I was welcomed and to help myself. I asked what was the occasion for the party and she clued me in that they had graduated last night and got the rooms strictly for the after graduation party.

We chatted some more and I continued to drink more beer. Before I knew it, the evening was getting late. I excused myself and headed back to my room. As I was leaving, Lisa chimed in, asking if they could come as well and watch a little TV with me before calling it a night. I thought the request a little strange but decided it was okay.

They followed me to my room. I sat at the head of the bed and clicked on the TV. Lisa and Judy sat down at the foot of the bed. I was flipping through the channels having a hard time keeping my eyes off these two young vixens in bikini suits. They both were beautiful and being the legman that I am I could not take my eyes off their gorgeous legs. Both girls were equipped with long shapely legs.

After staring for several long moments I looked up to find them both looking back at me smiling.

Judy spoke up first saying, “Do you like what you see?”

Having obviously been caught, I cleared my throat, swallowed hard and said, “Very much so. You both are quite attractive.”

Lisa laughed, “Thank you.”

They both appeared to enjoy the fact that they caught me staring and played upon it.

Lisa then turned to Judy and whispered something in her ear.

When Lisa was done whispering Judy turned her head and looked at me as if I were a cut of meat in a grocery store. After careful examination she turned back to her friend Lisa nodding her head approvingly.

With an air of seriousness, Lisa explained to me that she and Judy had been talking for weeks about the both of them wanting to get a guy off together, and they did not want it to be someone they knew. They saw me and wanted to feel me out and see if I would do. They agreed I was the one and asked if I wouldn’t mind.

I laughed assuming it was some kind of joke they were playing on me. I told them I had to be almost twice their age. I am 41 years old and have a daughter their age.

They assured me it was not a joke and that age did not having anything to with it. They humored me and told me I looked much younger.

After a long pause on my behalf I stared at them both. Lisa raised her eyebrows in question and Judy giggled, “Well, what do you say?”

I laughed again more so in disbelief saying, “What guy would not want this? I would have to be crazy to turn down such an opportunity.”

I think they were more excited about it than I, Judy clapped her hands together once and Lisa smiled giving me a serious look, “Good, you won’t regret it.”

Lisa scooted next to my right hip sitting with her legs crossed. She explained to me that the only condition is they would not engage in intercourse but they would do most anything else short of penetration. Clarifying that the two of them together just wanted to get me off.

Judy still sitting down at the foot of the bed asked, “So, you are sure about this?”

Slack jawed with disbelief I said, “Hell yes.”

They both smiled and Lisa turned to her friend saying, “Okay, lets get started.”

Lisa turned to me advising me to scoot back in the bed with my upper back against the headboard. I grabbed a pillow and propped my head and shoulders up against it. I did not want to miss a single moment of this. While I did this Lisa unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and Judy began to pull them off, along with my briefs. I laid their completely naked as the two of them looked down upon me.

Lisa leaned over and grabbed my already hard cock in both her hands pulling it upright. bayburt escort She slowly began to stroke it, her hands felt soft and smooth wrapped around my member. I watched as Judy spread my legs wide and scooted in between them.

Seeing my rigid cock Judy smiled saying, “Well, he got hard quick.”

Lisa replied, “Yes he did. Don’t you think he has a very pretty cock?”

Judy agreed.

I said, “Ladies I was hard the minute you guys started talking about getting me off.”

While she slowly stroked me Lisa asked me, “So what would you like us to do to get you off?”

I said, “What your doing now is fine. Keep jerking me.”

Lisa said, “Oh c’mon this is too simple. Tell us what excites you. What turns you on the most? What excites you in a woman?”

I said, “Well since you ask, I have a thing for women with beautiful feet and legs.”

Judy chimed in, “Kinky! I like that.”

Lisa smiled, “So, do you think we have pretty legs and feet.”

I said, “Oh yes. Both of you have beautiful legs and feet. Your legs are shapely and tanned.”

Lisa said, “They should be shapely, we both keep in good shape. Judy and I have been on the track team and swim team throughout H.S.”

As we spoke Lisa continued to stroke me. Judy got up and pulled out a bottle of baby oil from her bag and squirted some oil on Lisa’s stroking hands and my cock. I felt it drip down on my balls. The oil caused a slight smacking sound as Lisa stroked me. I released a long groan and sigh feeling the slick sensation as my cock slid more smoothly in her grasp. Lisa heard this and said, “mmmmm, that’s nice isn’t it?”

I moaned.

Lisa giggled and uncrossed her legs. I watched as she pulled her left leg out to rest it across my lower abdomen saying, “Now about the kinky fetish of yours.”

I got a good look at the beauty of her richly tanned leg. The feel of its weight across my stomach and the oily slick strokes of her hot hand caused me to thrust my hips upward. I could not help it, and reached out grabbing her smooth shapely calf in my hands. I began to rub her leg and move my hips up in response to her rhythmic strokes.

Seeing my response Lisa laughed, “He is beginning to get into it now Judy. He really is getting excited by my legs.”

I felt Judy spread my legs wider as she positioned herself further in between them, “I am going to have me a ball…or two. I love playing with balls.” She smiled and winked at me. I watched as she scooted in feet first. She moved in seated tightly between my legs spreading them wider. She was seated in such a way as her knees were up against her chest. She also had incredibly long shapely legs. She was able to rest her chin on top of her knees. I felt her fingers wrap around my nuts as she began to fondle them. Then she asked, “So you like feet. How about toes? Do you like my toes?”

I said, “Yes, you have gorgeous toes.”

She smiled at me and said, “Good, then I think you will like what I am about to do with them.”

I felt her grab my nuts between each set of her fingers and slowly pull them up and towards her. She pulled just enough but not to the point where it hurt. Still, I raised my hips in anticipation of the pain I thought would come. She then moved her feet in, placing her toes underneath my nuts. She slowly released my nuts and I felt them rest gently on top of her toes. She then began to wriggle her toes up and down. I looked back up at her smiling face above her knees as she asked, “How’s that feel? Do you like it?”

I moaned, “Oh God yes, your toes are magnificent.”

Judy giggled, “I thought you might say that,” and looked down at her toes as she continued to wiggle them into the underside of my nuts. While she did this she began to stroke the top of my nuts with her fingertips occasionally pressing into them pushing them against the tops of her wriggly toes. The sensation of feeling them move across her toes was incredible and caused me to thrust my hips up and down even more.

Seeing me react to what Judy had done, Lisa laughed as she began to quicken her hand strokes. My breathing was intensifying as I felt the urge to cum. Lisa looked at me and smiled saying to Judy, “It won’t be long now. Keep wiggling them toes into his nuts his cock is throbbing.”

Judy began to wriggle her toes even faster saying, “Yeah, I can feel his nuts swell and tighten against my toes.”

I continued to rub Lisa’s beautiful leg and decided to make a request before it was too late. “I want to feel my dick between your beautiful legs?” I asked.

Lisa smiled, “Oh, so you want me to jerk you off that way? Mmmmmm, that sounds interesting.”

Lisa brought up her other leg and sandwiched the head of my cock between her smooth calves. She slowly began to stroke the head up and down using her calves. She then reached underneath her legs and grabbed my shaft, stroking it between her fingers. Her calf muscles swayed loosely and were well shaped. I watched bartın escort the muscles go taught as she clamped them against the head of my cock. I could not help but gasp at the sight and feel of what she was doing to me. Jerking me off into her beautiful calves.

The sensation was incredible as I closed my eyes and released a monstrous groan. I threw my hips up and down fucking her legs. Judy kept her toes buried into my nut sack as I felt my nuts being pulled taught with each of my thrusts. I tossed my head from side to side in ecstasy. Lisa was relentless as she kept the head of my cock trapped between her flexing calves. I could feel her toned calf muscles tighten against my sensitive head. Lisa and Judy both laughed enjoying the sensations they were giving me and watching me jerk and thrust as I slowly lost control. Lisa leaned over looking between her clenched calves and with her index finger ran it across the tip of my throbbing head saying, “Oh, It looks so cute in there trapped between my legs. Oooops, it is starting to leak now.”

I felt her finger run across the sensitive hole of my cock and it caused me to twitch involuntarily. She withdrew her finger from between her legs and showed it to Judy. I saw there was a clear drop of my precum on the tip of her finger. Lisa then rubbed it into the side of her calf closest to me, ensuring I would see it.

Judy said, “I think he is ready to cum any minute now.”

Lisa said, “Yep, he looks ready.”

Lisa stopped jerking my shaft with her fingers and reached up placing both of her hands along the outside of her calves pushing them in tighter squeezing the head of my cock. She began to jerk them up and down at a faster pace. As she did this she said, “Come on baby! Cum into my legs, cum all over my legs.

I felt Judy flex her ankles up and out pulling my balls away as she continued to wriggle her toes. She then began to squeeze my tight balls gently between her fingertips as well.

The amount of pleasure I was experiencing was incredible as my breathing was turned into desperate gasps. I felt my heart racing. I jerked my body out of control, up and down and side to side. Lisa and Judy were relentless in their efforts never releasing me. They concentrated all their efforts on what they were doing to me. My attempts to keep up with Lisa’s jerking calves were in vain as I threw my body up and down on the bed causing the headboard to pound loudly against the wall. It was obvious the girls were enjoying themselves as they smiled and continued to comment back and forth as to what they were doing to me.

I watched as Lisa and Judy continued to work over my groin. Judy kept squeezing my balls with her fingers, and wriggling toes beneath my nuts. Her actions brought about the first sensation of rising cum inside of me. Each time her toes pressed into the area beneath my nuts I could feel the cum rise into my throbbing shaft. My body shook and quivered each time I felt her toes do this.

They both smiled at me as Lisa said, “Tell us when you cum.”

Lisa began to jiggle her calf muscles against my throbbing head saying, “I can feel his cock twitching.”

She slid her right calf up against the sensitive underside of the head of my cock, pressing and rubbing it hard up and down holding my cock upright with her other leg. Her calf felt incredibly smooth against the swollen head of my cock.

Lisa smiled down at what she was doing commenting on how tiny spurts of cum shot into her leg as she stroked me.

That was all it took as I felt Judy’s fingers gently squeeze slowly and deep into my balls rolling them against her toes.

I threw my hips up in orgasmic rush shouting, “Oh my God!! I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”

Lisa said, “Yessssss, cum, cum into my legs now.”

Judy shouted, “Here he cums!” as I felt her fingers perform another firm squeeze causing my first load to explode from me. I groaned long and loud.

Lisa squeezed her calves tightly around the head, covering it completely just as I released my load. She said, “Wow! I felt that hit hard into my legs. It feels so hot and thick!”

She released the tension of her calves and stroked the head up and down some more as I felt the second load rise inside me. Judy flexed her ankles up even further, her toes pulling up on my balls causing me to arch my hips up from the bed. Every muscle in my body tensed and I shook uncontrollably. The wave of excitement overtook me as I watched the stream of my cum shoot out above Lisa’s legs and land onto her smooth shins. My third load shot out and did the same. After a while I saw small rivulets of my cum slowly run down the side of Lisa’s calves. The sharp contrast of my white cum against her dark tanned legs looked magnificent.

Slowly the shuddering of my body began to subside as Lisa soothingly milked the remainder of cum from me with her smooth legs. Judy removed her toes from my nut sack and began to gently fondle my aching balls between her fingers, ığdır escort she cooed looking down from above her knees, “That’s it sweetie, your nuts are all spent and tired now, nice and lose in their sack.”

Lisa smiled, “His cock is all shriveled between my calves.” I watched as she reached over and rubbed my spent cum into her legs. The inside of her calves were covered with my seed as well from my first load. She made sure I saw the results as she sensually rubbed it in.

My entire body was covered in sweat as I felt my muscles relax. I released a long sigh of contentment. Lisa smiled down at me and ran her fingers through my hair saying, “That was fun, but it was too quick. Can you go again?”

I said, “Oh God no! You both finished me.”

Lisa swung her legs around and stood up next to the bed. “Awww, well I think you have another go in you.” She turned to Judy who was still sitting between my legs and said, “I am going to get us some drinks. Judy, see if you can’t get him to change his mind” Lisa turned and walked out but not before smiling in my direction. I watched as Lisa walked out my door back into the party that was still going strong.

Judy positioned herself on her knees between my legs. Her beautiful young face positioned above my flaccid cock. She smiled and said, “I have this oral fixation. I am going to take you all the way into my mouth and I want you to feel how warm it is and think about what it feels like. I love to feel it grow inside my mouth.” I watched as she slowly lowered her face to my cock and swallowed me whole. Her lips locked tightly around the base.

Judy stared up at me the whole time my flaccid member was in her mouth. She was correct about how warm it felt. Slowly she moved her tongue along the sides of my cock. I felt the tip of her tongue flick across the sensitive area of the head and her warm breath from her nose against my lower abdomen. Softly her tongue swished my cock around in her warm mouth.

“Oh God that feels fantastic.” I said.

She kept me in her mouth for several minutes and before I knew it signs of life returned to my cock and I felt it beginning to grow. Judy recognized this as well as she softly moaned and I felt her fingers grope tenderly into my balls, occasionally pressing them against her chin. Before long my cock had grown hard enough to where I could feel the head moving down into her throat. Judy swallowed and I felt her throat muscles constrict around it. This sensation was incredible causing me to jerk my hips up into her beautiful face. Sensing my arousal Judy smiled and let out a muffled laugh. Several more times I felt her throat muscles tighten around the head of my cock causing me to groan each time. Not once did her face pump my cock as she kept her lips wrapped tightly around the base. Her tongue played along my shaft as her throat muscles continued to manipulate the head as she continued to swallow. I thought to myself God this girl is deep throating me. I had to be almost fully erect inside her sweet mouth.

Then she slowly withdrew me from her mouth and taking my cock in her hand guided my sensitive head across her full lips the side of her face and across her chin. As she continued to do this she smiled and said, “You felt so good growing hard in my mouth. I love that feeling. Knowing I can have that affect on a guy.” As I watched her guide my swollen head against the smooth soft skin of her angelic face I felt my cock swell into complete hardness. I begged her to take me back into the warm safe confines of her sweet mouth but she would not, saying, ” That would not be fare to Lisa if you were to blow you load down my throat before she had a chance to play.” I groaned in frustration.

Judy laughed just as Lisa returned with the beers. Lisa stared at my hard on in Judy’s hand and said, “Damn girl! You are good.”

Judy smacked her lips smiling, “He started getting hard the instant I had him in my mouth.”

Lisa handed Judy and I our beers. I downed mine completely in record time. Judy drank half of hers and set the remains onto the nightstand. Lisa set hers down as well and took a seat next to me on the bed. They both began to gently fondle my cock by stroking it with their fingers. Lisa then asked, “So what should me do now, any ideas.”

Judy said, “How about we jerk him off using our feet.”

Lisa paused and then turned to me asking, “What do you think about that?”

I said, “Why not. You both have sexy feet. But instead of your feet how about between you toes.”

Judy immediately took position between my legs and brought up you toes. I noticed how incredibly long they were. She grabbed my shaft with the fingers of her right hand and wedged it comfortably between the big toe and second toe of both feet, placing one directly above the other. I commented on how very nicely it fit. Lisa scooted in next to me with her back against the headboard and raised her left foot up locking the head of my cock between her same two toes just as Judy had done. She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of baby oil squeezing a healthy amount all over their toes, feet and my cock. They began to jerk me with their toes. Feeling and seeing this was incredible as I groaned loudly with each stroke. Up and down their toes squeezed my shaft in full measure and before long I was throwing my hips up into their feet.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

It was time Karla showed Jack who was the boss. Inviting him back to her flat after work, she had a plan. She dug out her most outrageous pair of high heels. The open-toe platform slingbacks. The ones that were far too racy to ever wear to work.

In fact, the heels on them were so high that she had to move slowly to avoid toppling over. Her toes were painted a bright pink colour which clashed – deliberately – with the black of her shoes. Now she just had to wait for him to turn up.

As the pair had developed a friendly relationship over the years, it was not unusual for them to meet up outside of work. They had cooked for each other, gone out to dinner together and visited local landmarks. Both were glad, on occasion, to have some company.

Jack arrived, knocked on the door and let himself in. Karla always made sure her flat was in pristine condition, especially if she was entertaining, and by the time Jack arrived she had popped a couple of tea bags in two clean mugs and flicked the kettle on as she heard him come in.

Jack took his usual seat and thanked Karla as she handed him his drink. He’d noticed her footwear – it would have been impossible not to – and he sensed that as they chatted about work and the weather that she was trying to catch his attention.

Of course she was. If stretching her legs out and wiggling her toes wasn’t going to work, she would have to take charge of the situation. “So, what do you think of my new shoes, then?” she asked.

Jack smiled. “Well, how shall I put this,” he began, noting Karla tilting her head and part-frowning as he spoke, “They make me want to get on my hands and knees and start licking your feet.”

Quick as göztepe escort a flash, Karla, with a wicked smile, said, “Then what the fuck are you waiting for?”

Jack smiled too, but he wore a slightly nervous smile. Karla had rather quickly moved from being completely unsure about foot fun to wanting to dominate him. She now took his hand as he stepped forward, and said quietly, “Down you go, boy.”

Jack sunk to his knees, ran his fingers up and down Karla’s shoes before jamming a finger of each hand underneath her heels. Then, he started licking the toes on her right foot moving her feet closer together so he could lick all of her toes in one go, going from left to right and back again.

Karla let him carry on like this for a few minutes, looking on and feeling empowered by having him at her feet. But she couldn’t let him get too comfortable. She pulled her feet away from him and lifted them up, resting them on the arm of the chair Jack had been sitting on earlier.

“Lick my heels,” she commanded.

Jack nodded and swivelled to his left. He quite liked this dominance, and it was turning him on. He arched his head up and started licking Karla’s heels, commencing at the bottom, and again moving across both feet until he was licking and sucking on her ankles. Karla had laid her head back and closed her eyes as Jack’s tongue moved from her heels to her Achilles and ankles. She breathed in deeply and let out a quiet moan. She couldn’t help it.

“Right, you can take my shoes off now,” she said firmly.

Jack carefully eased the shoes off Karla’s feet, making sure he trailed a finger or two down her soles çorlu escort and toes as he did so. As he placed them on one side, remaining on his knees, Karla put her feet on Jack’s legs.

Jack wasn’t sure if he wanted Karla to sense he had an erection or not, although he was given no time to overthink it as Karla issued her next instruction.

“I love those shoes, but they make my feet ache,” she said. “Make my soles feel better.”

Jack gave a small nod, but before he could say anything more, Karla had moved her feet up towards his shoulders and pushed him down, so he was lying on the floor. He shuffled forwards, so he was directly under her feet, which were smothering his face. Karla laughed to herself as Jack held the top of her feet and began to feverishly lick her soles. As he did so, she pushed hard and moved her feet up and down so she could get what she wanted.

“Good boy,” she purred as Jack continued. “Not suffocating you, am I?” She giggled.

Jack shook his head. He was loving the feeling of having Karla’s feet pressed into his face so he could smell, feel, and taste every bit of them. By now, he’d stopped caring about whether Karla had noticed how much he was getting turned on.

Karla wasn’t interested.

As she had covered Jack’s face with her feet, and he couldn’t see anything, she had taken the opportunity to touch herself. Being in charge and having her feet played with really did turn her on. It was triggering feelings she hadn’t felt for a long time. She lessened the pressure she was putting on Jack’s face and dragged her feet down his face until her toes were crossing his lips.

“Mmm, ümraniye escort suck my toes now,” Karla said, closing her eyes as she fed her big toes into Jack’s mouth. Similarly, Jack closed his eyes as he sucked hard, trying to keep up as Karla teased him by wiggling about and slipping different toes in and out of his mouth. It was all Karla could do to stop herself from letting herself go, and Jack was feeling much the same.

Karla wasn’t about to let this feeling pass. She sat up and motioned Jack to do the same.

“Get behind me,” she said. Jack was confused. Karla swung her feet, so they were underneath her chair. She pointed at the back of her chair and told Jack precisely what she wanted him to do.

“Get underneath and suck from behind.”

Another smile from Jack. He’d always fantasised about worshipping the feet of women who were hiding their faces from him and this position suited both of them.

For Jack, it meant he could suck Karla’s toes and rub his cock. Karla was by now gently working a finger up and down inside her knickers, but doing so as calmly and carefully as she could. She was highly aroused, but she was determined to keep that a secret.

Jack made sure that he spent time sucking each of Karla’s toes and licking the gaps between them. He could hear her moan as he did this and despite Karla trying to be discreet, he knew she was touching herself.

Jack could have spent all evening with Karla’s feet in his mouth, but Karla wasn’t about to let him have things his way. She made sure her hands were back in her lap when she pulled her feet away from Jack and stood up.

“I quite enjoyed that, Jack,” she said. “Thank you very much. You may go home now.”

Jack did as he was told. Karla was not somebody who often revealed her feelings and no matter how abruptly the liaison had been ended, he’d thoroughly enjoyed it himself. More than Karla could have possibly imagined.

And he now knew that he was turning her on as much as she was turning him on.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Author’s note: The story that follows contains potentially objectionable subject matter. It is a story in which the secret identity of our protagonist is discovered. Mike, a mild mannered mid-level office guy has nurtured this hidden identity for years. That is, until his wife discovers incontrovertible proof of his alter ego. Hijinks ensue involving a good friend, ball busting, pee and scat.

If this doesn’t sound like your cup of tea, please go no further.

This is an edited version of ‘A Happy Disaster’. The basic story is the same as originally offered but maybe(?) a little more polished. I also decided to edit it to clean up some continuity issues that were popping up in ‘Part 2’ (coming soon).

I had been married to Terri for 7 or so years. We were High School sweet hearts that got separated during college and then found each other afterwards. In all the seven years of our marriage, we were very happy together. Happy, but in a rut. Almost every day seemed like the last. Sometimes we would have friends over for dinner or take a road trip for a couple of days. Not bad, but rarely exciting. Our sex was pretty straight ahead, normal stuff. Your basic fucking and sucking, trying to please each other.

Even so, I’ve always enjoyed sex with Terri, she is a loving partner and beautiful besides. Tall and slender but with wide sexy hips to accompany a beautifully ample ass, shoulder length dirty blond hair, small perky tits, delicate hands and a sexy sort of impish smile. The thing is, while I enjoyed the sex, it always felt like a lie. No, it was a lie. You see, I am a deeply closeted pervert.

Since I was young, my sexual fantasies have run the gamut from semi basic stuff like sex with two or more women at once, voyeurism, exhibitionism and the like. Somewhat darker or fringe interests include more extreme and kinky activities like mild ball busting, forced confession and it’s companion humiliation, mind control, watersports and scat. In the past, I tried sharing these fantasies with the girls and women I was with but always to disastrous effect. Thus, I learned over time to keep my interests carefully hidden.

I couldn’t actually kill my kinks though and I found that I could only exorcise them for a day or so through judicious use of porn and marathon masturbation sessions. For fuck sake, I have a terabyte usb hard drive that is very nearly full. It is organized by kink: butthole close-ups, dirty butthole close-ups, dirty panties, ball busting, scat, pee, eye contact, cheerleaders, sweaty, etc etc. Mostly photos but also some stellar video. Bottom line, there are a lot of categories! I usually keep the disk hidden on top of a bare bulb light fixture in an unfinished (and almost entirely unused) closet of our basement. Very hidden.

But this is going somewhere, right?

Well, a couple of weeks ago, late spring, Terri took a personal day off work and planned to spend the day with her best friend Maribeth. When I got home, the house smelled amazing with baking and dinner smells and I learned that Maribeth was going to join us for the meal.

Now, MB is even more impish than Terri. I love her but she’s an inveterate flirt and through innuendo and open comments, she somehow always gets my fantasy engine running. This can make it hard to concentrate sometimes. MB is open, brash and forward on a small frame with red hair in a cute bob, lovely big firm tits and a slender waist. Basically, Terri’s proportions but in reverse. She looks and behaves like a big breasted tinker bell.

On this particular evening, she was in top form, wearing denim shorts that subtly but clearly snugged up into her labia. Nothing so pronounced that you would call it a camel toe but it made me want to monitor the situation in case that changed. She was also wearing a tube top that would have been anything but flattering on nearly any other woman but was decidedly sexy on her. It made my hands itch as they begged for an opportunity to sort of roll the top down off her breasts and give them the breathing room they so clearly desired. I couldn’t figure why, but this particular evening she was hitting a lot of my buttons with innocuous comments like “Man! I have to pee ee ee!” and then throwing a wink at me as she headed off to the bathroom. Great, now that image was stuck in my head.

Terri, by the way was wearing a pale yellow sundress that moved on her in the slinkiest way possible. She was obviously not wearing a bra as you could see the shape of her small puffy nipples through the light weight fabric. The skirt of the dress draped off her hips and ass in a way that kept me wondering about the view from below.

Anyway, dinner was great. Steak salads, crusty bread, lots of beer and good conversation. Dessert was a plate of brownies on the table.

And then, with no pre-amble or conversational segue of any kind, Terri turned to me with a little half-smile on her face and said “I found your hard drive Mike”.

I wasn’t immediately sure what she meant but then I felt my face get hot and a knot form in my stomach. No! There was no way she could erzurum escort have found it. I started to mumble something like “I don’t know what you mean” and Terri turned her chair to face me and stood up. Out of some sense of needing do something, I went to do the same but only got as far as turning my chair to face her as she put her hand on my shoulder and then sat in my lap facing me.

She said “You know, for such a sexually conventional guy, you sure have a lot of interesting porn on that disk. The one from the closet downstairs?”

Yep, I was fucked.

She continued “I actually found it a couple of weeks ago when I had a wild hare idea of organizing the basement. I immediately took it to the computer and then I spent a couple of days, off and on going through your folders – nicely organized by the way. I carefully put it back where I found it every day. I have to say, I really didn’t know what to make of it all. You’ve never even looked cross eyed at me and I can count on two hands how many times I’ve caught you glancing at another woman. I feel like I don’t even know you!

I gulped and looked sheepishly over at Maribeth who was giving us her undivided attention with wide expectant eyes. I was having the hardest time trying to figure out why Terri hadn’t just left me and served me with papers. Why was she delivering this humiliating bombshell in front of MB. Was it some sort of revenge? I was mystified.

As if she read my mind, Terri said “I admit, I was initially in shock. Later, I was really mad. After I cooled down though, I started to think about what an appropriate response to this discovery might be. I thought about divorcing you outright but that didn’t feel right. I thought about putting the disk back and pretending I never found it in the first place but that didn’t feel good either. Eventually I realized I was going to need some help and that’s — when I called Maribeth!” She said this last with a sort of ‘ta-daaaa” flourish and a hand gesture towards MB. I turned to MB, feeling like my face was on fire and she just sort of smirked at me and rubbed up and down her thighs like she was getting ready to pounce.

Terri told me how she and Maribeth did a deep dive of the hard drive together. She said, “You might not know it but you actually have a personal champion in MB. She found some of your choices to be outrageously filthy but she convinced me that I shouldn’t do anything without getting your side of the story. Maybe I would find that our relationship could be saved if I could make sense of this betrayal, under certain circumstances.”

Realizing what they both now knew about me… The intense shame and embarrassment I was feeling made it impossible for me to say very much around the knot in my throat. I managed to croak out “I’m so sorry Terri. I can’t even imagine how you must feel. What can I possibly do to make up for this?”

Terri continued as if I hadn’t even spoken. She explained, “MB and I have come up with a plan together. Either you are going to have to come clean about all your deviant desires, in great detail or divorce papers will be served. Further, since MB helped me put this plan together and she’s already familiar with – your disgustingly perverted desires, she will stay and be my observer. That way, I won’t have to trust my memory alone about what we do here tonight.” She then began to lay out the plan.

She looked at me earnestly and said, “Now listen carefully because I am only going to give you one chance at this. The only way we get through this night together is if you do exactly as I ask without question and answer all of my questions with 100% frank and detailed honestly. Do we understand each other?”

“Yes” I mumbled.

“OK” she said, “Let’s start with something clear and uncomplicated to put your commitment to the test. I want you to remove your clothing – all of it.”

I thought to myself “Wait, what”? I did a double take at Terri with what I am sure was a classic “deer in the headlights” look on my face.

She smiled at me for maybe 5 seconds and then the smile vanished and she said “NOW!”

I startled and glanced quickly over at Maribeth who was now leaning back in her chair, watching. I unsteadily stood up which put me less than a foot away from Terri and eye to eye. I’ve never felt Terri occupy my personal space in quite this way. It was kind of intense and I had to look away as I took off my shirt, shucked off my shoes and socks and then looked at Terri again, she looked back at me, put her hands on her hips and quietly said “One chance”.

I continued, removing my pants and then noticed – my enormous erection? Holly shit! Where did that come from? And when? Feeling very vulnerable and ashamed, I lowered my underwear and stepped out of them and put my hands in front of my junk. My cock had other plans though. It seemed to be looking around for a flag that needed waving.

For some reason, this brought on a bout of giggles for both women. Maribeth came over to stand next to Terri and said “Well, eskişehir escort he’s not so straight laced now is he? Mike might not know it but I think he’s enjoying this!”

Terri slapped my hands out of the way and placed them firmly at my side. She said, “Alright, let’s move on. What I want you to do now is for you to slowly stroke your cock for us. I want you to keep stroking it until you are nearing an orgasm but don’t you dare cum. I want to see the look on your face as you edge yourself in front of Maribeth. In fact, I want you to look MB in the eye while you stroke.”

I of course followed my instructions to the letter, stroking with my left hand while tugging on my nuts with my right. I looked Maribeth in the eye and couldn’t help but imagine cuming all over her smug pixy ass face. I couldn’t help myself as I took in the swell of her breasts and how badly I wanted to meet them in person.

Terri came up on my right side and swatted my right hand away from my balls and then she started to play with them and alternately squeeze and release them. She said, “As I said earlier, you are going to have to be 100% honest with me in the next couple of hours if our marriage is going to stand a chance. If I think you aren’t being anything but brutally honest and thorough in your answers or in your behavior, we’ll call it a night and call the marriage done. Understand?”

I thought for a moment and decided that if I did come clean in great detail, I was probably going to lose her. On the other hand, if I didn’t do exactly as she asked, I would certainly lose her. Of those two paths, only one path might lead to not losing her. I realized I was going to have to physically and ‘metaphorically’ expose myself to both of these women to find out where that path lead. Since I was already naked in front of them, horny as fuck and stroking my cock like a monkey at the zoo, I decided a little more exposure was basically ‘in for a penny’. “I do” I replied.

Terri smiled and said “Great! Let’s continue with the next step of the plan. Tell me what’s going through your mind right now as you look in MBs eyes and jerk off in front of her?

I thought to myself “Oh, man, this is a trap!” but my perv juices were now flowing at full capacity and I could feel my sense of judgement fading fast. I looked at Terri and said, “Well, just before you asked, I was thinking about cuming all over her face and how badly I’d like roll her top down so I can see her lovely tits.” I looked back at Maribeth to see how this information was landing and she leaned forward a bit which further enhanced her cleavage as she looked down at my cock and tucked her tongue into the corner of her mouth. I almost came right then.

Terri leaned in and whispered, “You know, that’s a pretty naughty thing to be mulling over. Let alone saying it out loud, to your wife. I think I’d have no trouble proving that most people would say that those are hurtful things to say to your wife, don’t you think? And what about Maribeth, surly you don’t see her as just some piece of meat to be used for your entertainment do you? Well?”

I said, “No! I mean yes! I mean, I never want to hurt you. On the contrary, I’ve always kept this side of me hidden because I was sure it would kill our relationship. And I think MB is great. I love how she just says what she thinks – even when what she says puts me at risk of showing my true nature. I just can’t help it, I’m a disgusting pervert through and through.”

Terri said, “Yes, yes, you are. And as punishment for being who you are, I think we should give your balls a good hard spanking in front of Maribeth. Would you like that?

I looked into Terri’s eyes and saw a question mark there. I looked at Maribeth and found an almost giddy look in her eyes. Both of those looks brought me so close to the brink of cuming that I had to take my hand off my cock.

I turned back to Terri and whispered, “Yes, please”. She then asked me to explain how she should do it, since she had no experience with the task. I said that I thought the best way to approach it was with an open hand slap from below for the best effect and sound. She could probably do it from where she was currently standing. Just like she might if she was smacking someone’s ass. I turned to Maribeth and asked, “What do you think MB, does that sound good to you”?

MB did a cute little excited dance jumping from foot to foot and rapidly clapped her hands in front of her now jiggling boobs while biting her lower lip. She said nothing.

Terri told me to continue stroking my cock and I said, “I really want to but if I even touch myself now, I’m likely to cum and I agreed that I probably shouldn’t allowed to cum until you tell me to.”

Terri said, “Very well then, let’s see if punishing your balls will bring you back away from the edge a bit. Maribeth, I’d like you to stand behind Mike and keep his hands out of my way. I want full access.”

MB came around behind me and took hold of both of my wrists and pulled them together gaziantep escort and down against my back. As she did this, I could feel her breasts pressing into my back as she pulled my hands back, tight against her tummy. I could feel the warmth from the top of her thighs and the lower hem of her shorts tickled the sides of my hands. It took all my self-control not to reach for her crotch.

Terri came around a little bit in front of me, let’s say my 2 o’clock, and told me to put my feet a couple of feet apart and push my pelvis forward and tilt it up. “Go on,” she said, “I want to see you offer them up like you’re giving me a gift. Show me how vulnerable you can make them.”

I did as I was told, even turning my hips slightly towards her to give her full access. I felt my balls lower, and sway in the hot air of our dining room.

She said, “I’m going to spank your balls five times. Between slaps, I want you to make some sort of pervy confession. I’ll leave it to you to decide what to tell me but know that if you tell me the most honestly pervy things, I might go easy on your balls with the next stroke. Are you ready?”

Maribeth said impatiently, Just look at him! His cock is like a precum fountain Terri, of course he’s ready!”

Terri said, “Alright then, here we go”.

I watched, fascinated as she pulled her right arm back, elbow bent like she was going to throw a baseball sidearm. Her wrist was loose and then I watched as her lovely soft and elegant hand came flying back towards my eager balls. It almost seemed like it was coming in slow motion. The look on her face was an arousing combination of release, anger, disgust and – joy? As her hand connected, it was a little off target. I watched one of my balls fly to the side and try to wrap around the back of her hand and then it bounced away. The other was fully trapped between her palm and my body. I watched as it flattened, and then I heard the sound – a cross between a whip crack and a porterhouse steak hitting the floor. And then I was staggering as the sting of the slap and the deep ache of the blow finally registered. I wobbled on my feet and tried to grab for my balls to protect them but MB was surprisingly strong and kept my arms behind my back.

Terri leaned in and asked with apparent concern, “How are you Mike? Are you OK?”

I hissed out a yes and then slowly offered my balls up again.

With renewed focus, she said, “Good. Now tell me something I don’t know about you”.

I said, “I fantasize about being caught red handed while masturbating and rummaging through a woman’s hamper, sniffing her panties. The fantasy is better if the woman is a friend of yours that I just recently met”.

“I see” said Terri. “Can I infer that you have already done all of this except for the getting caught part?” Seeing the trap too late and knowing that a lot was at stake, I admitted that I had. Terri asked, “Who’s dirty knickers have you sniffed?” I said, “Well, yours of course and MB’s for another but if I’m honest I do it but pretty much every chance the opportunity arises. Sometimes I suck on the crotch until they’re clean. Most of the time actually”

I felt MB stir behind me and I said over my shoulder, “Sorry MB, you must find me repulsive now”.

MB said, “Not repulsive Mike. Just a little pathetic”.

Terri asked me to describe what it was that I liked about sniffing dirty panties and I admitted it was the idea that the cloth had been hugging a lovely ass and crotch all day but mostly it was the stains. The aromas and the flavors.”

MB Asked, “Even the ones with skid marks?”

I hung my head and told her “Especially those ones.”

Terri said, “OK, well that’s all news to me then.” And then with a little disgusted snicker, she slapped my balls again.

This time with better aim, catching both balls and driving them into my taint. It was stronger than the last and it took me a full minute to get my breath back. I was finally able to ask her respectfully why it had been so much harder than the last.

She said, “Look, I informed you that if you told me the most honestly pervy things, I might go easy on the next stroke. Boys have been sniffing girls panties for as long as there have been girls and panties. Based on what I’ve seen on your hard drive, you tried to get away with a softball” .

Terri asked MB to reach around and pinch the head of my now flagging cock and hold it up out of the way for the next slap. She turned to me and made sure she had my full attention before she said “Now, tell me something I really don’t know about you.”

I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts and soak in the humiliation of MB holding my dick like she was holding a dead rat by the tail. I said, “I have a deep desire to join a group of women for a ladies night out. I want to be naked, on display, slowly stroking an erection for the whole event but I want to be generally ignored, snickered at or looked upon with disgust through the whole event. The extra pervy detail is that when anyone asks me where the bathroom is, I am expected to give them directions but then attempt to sell them on the idea that they should let me drink their pee instead of wasting it in the toilet. I am obligated to make this request. The twist is that while everyone has been informed that I’ll be nude and erect for the party (something about “performance art” or something) no one knows I’ll be asking to drink their pee.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

After two years as a Field Representative for Tyro Plastics, I was promoted to Company Headquarters as the new Regional Sales Manager. At twenty-five, I was the youngest employee to ever have attained that lofty position. Little did I realize the promotion would also entail some rather unexpected benefits. I met the girls my first day on the job. The Production VP was giving me the grand tour and our last stop was my new office on the top floor.

As we stepped off the elevator, my feet sank into expensive, plush carpeting. There was a short entrance hall, which led directly to the reception alcove. Here two desks were set flanking a polished door bearing my name on a shiny gold plaque. At these desks sat two of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. The VP had informed me, when first discussing my move to Headquarters, that I would be assigned two secretaries. One to handle inter-departmental duties and the other would oversee regional field matters. What he failed to tell me was how drop-dead gorgeous they would be.

The one to the left was a statuesque Venus with long yellow hair and dazzling blue eyes. Imagine a blonde Racquel Welch only bustier and that’s Samantha. Sam, as she prefers to be called, gave me a knock out friendly smile as the VP made the introductions. Her counterpart was an equally stunning looker named Diana. She was a brunette with mysterious green eyes and a dynamite figure. Her ripe, full lips were colored a bright cherry red and, as we exchanged hellos, my mind wondered what they would taste like.

Immediately, I shrugged away those kinds of fantasies.

As much as these two lovely ladies were feast for my bachelor eyes, I was all too aware of the importance of my new position and the subsequent challenge it would pose. If I did not perform to maximum effort from day one, I had no doubts I’d soon be back in the field. Thus, I had decided to put my personal life on hold, including romance, until I was securely locked into the job.

Fortunately that was not a problem. It turned out that both Sam and Diana were dedicated professionals, each possessing an abundance of business know-how to get the work done. Most of the time I had merely to suggest a possible course of action and they would go out and complete the task quickly and efficiently way beyond my expectations. The three of us quickly became the most productive team in the department. Of course I never minded coming in each day to two such beautiful women. Being an ardent legman, I was especially pleased that both these beauties were amply endowed in that category. Each of them having been graced with long, shapely limbs.

Time seemed to race along and before I knew it my first quarterly finance report was due for the big management sales conference. There was lots of work to be done and those last few days before the deadline were extremely hectic. All of us put in long hours. One particular evening I offered to give the girls a ride home, realizing they had missed their train because of staying overtime.

Sliding in behind the wheel of my car, I was embarrassed to see a copy LEG ART magazine that I had left absent-mindedly on the passenger seat. Diana, getting in first, saw the issue and picked it up. She smiled coyly and held it up for Sam to see. My face must have turned beet red as my mind tried to fabricate an explanation. To my relief, none was required.

Both girls looked at each other as if sharing some kind of private message. Then Diana turned to me and said, “Well, it’s certainly nice to see you don’t always think about business.” With that she tossed the mag onto the back seat and I got the engine going. The following day the three of us were back to our regular busy routine and I didn’t give the incident any further thought.

With their invaluable assistance, the report was finished a day early and presented it to the VP. When he called me, the next day, it was to tell me my presentation had been a huge success. He was extremely pleased with my performance and predicted my future with the company would be a very long and profitable one. You can imagine my elation as I put down the receiver and sat back in my padded swivel chair with my hands cupped behind my head. Yes sir, things were moving along just fine.

Of course I also realized that I had to share my good fortune with Diana and Sam. Without their loyal efforts, none of my success would have been possible. Thus, on the way home that night, I stopped at a nearby florist. I ordered each of them a dozen long stemmed red roses and instructed the clerk to have them delivered to the office early the next morning.

Shortly after nine, the girls came charging into my office, each of them beaming as they held their bouquets of the sweet smelling flowers. Before they could say a single word, I stood up and handed them each a white envelope containing bonus checks.

They were completely surprised.

“That’s for being the two best secretaries a bilecik escort manager ever had,” I explained happily.

“Oh, Paul,” Sam exclaimed as she impulsively leaned closer and kissed my cheek. “You’re so wonderful.”

“Ditto,” chimed Diana, looking at me with a weird Mona Lisa type smile. It was more like a hungry feline seeing the canary for the first time. “We’ll have to find some special way to thank you,” she added with a mischievous twinkle in her smoky jade eyes.

“Just keep up the great work. That’s all the thanks I need.”

As they exited, each of them smelling the heady perfume of the roses, I was struck for the millionth time as to how truly lucky I was to have them on my team. Just how lucky I was about to find out.

As I walked out of the elevator the next morning, I was greeted by a sight guaranteed to warm the blood of any man over the age of puberty. Standing to the side of her desk was Samantha. She was bent over, legs apart, running her hands up over her sheer nylon encased legs. The stockings were black with seams running up the back. She wore a short, hip hugging gray skirt with a wide, black leather belt and a dazzling snow-white shirt that contrasted her tanned golden skin to perfection. Finally the attire that attracted my singular attention were her shoes. They were sexy black pumps with four-inch stiletto heels. It was these shoes that arched her full calves and thus accentuated her formidable gams.

Seeing me over her shoulder, she continued smoothing the stockings and greeted me innocently. “Good morning, Paul. Looks like it’s going to be a great day.”

Attempting to avert my gaze from her round, full derriere, I mumbled a reply in kind. That was when Diana appeared from around the corner carrying a stack of folders and I knew I was in big trouble. She was attired almost exactly as Sam, the only differences being her blouse was a light blue and around her neck she wore an ivory cameo broach on a black velvet choker. Other than that, she also was decked out in wicked high heels, hosiery and a very tight skirt that rode the sway of her hips as she walked.

“Hi, Boss. How are you today?” she asked.

“Er…fine, Diana. Just fine.” Hastily I moved past Sam and hurried into the safety of my office. Once inside, I leaned back against the door and took a long breath. What on earth had inspired them to wear those outfits? They were so ravishing sexy in them, I knew it would be difficult as hell to get any work done this day. If any at all. When I rationalized my behavior, I started to relax and even laugh at myself. I was being foolish, my logical mind argued. So the girls were dressed sexy. It was their right to do so without any input pro or con from me.

Still, I knew the more I saw them during the course of the next eight hours, the more it would be a struggle not to let my libido run rampant. I decided to put all my focus on the day’s workload and get through it as quickly as possible.

Ten minutes later Diana came in with my usual cup of coffee and all my resolve evaporated as I watched her walk the few yards to my desk. With each step, her legs rubbed together under the tight woolen skirt. My eyes were glued to them. She put the cup carefully on the corner by telephone, gave me a radiant smile and then turned and marched out. Her walking away being just as exciting as her entrance. Her buttocks rocking with each bounce in a perfectly balanced gait on those needle thin heels.

Frantically I loosened my tie and swallowed half my coffee in a single gulp. What was going on here? What were they trying to do to me? Then I remembered the copy of LEG ART and a crazy notion was born. Were they purposely teasing me? Was this all some kind of silly prank? As the day went on, that particular idea seemed to take on more and more validity.

Each of them took turns parading in and out of my office at half-hour intervals throughout the morning. During one such trip, Sam made the pretense of dropping a pen off my desk so that she could bend down and pick it up only inches from chair. Slowly she folded at the waist, the effort driving her round little ass right up in front of my face. I could have leaned over and bit it, she was that close. The skirt rode up high revealing the flower-patterned top of her nylons. My mouth was suddenly very dry. Shortly after that, Diana came in a made a show of placing some inconsequential files on my blotter. She leaned over my desk purposefully, allowing me a perfect view down her blouse to her white lace bra and the plump globes they held.

To say I was starting to lose it by noon would be a gross understatement. My nerves were wound up tight and my determination all but shattered. Why were they torturing me like this?

“Paul?” I looked up to see Sam once more at the door. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” Sure, I thought. Come on in and drive me totally bonkers.

“Of manisa escort course,” I replied, weakly calling on my last ounce of self-control. “Come in.”

She walked over to my desk, another few seconds of fantasy hell, and this time came around to my side. I automatically pushed my chair back away from the desk and she smoothly sat back on it to face me. Now what was going on?

“Do you like my new outfit?” she asked sweetly. I could see a devilish little grin at the corner of her mouth.

“Why..ah, yes. I do, Sam.”

“And my new shoes and stockings too?”

I tried to keep my eyes up and not let them stray. Suddenly she brought her right foot up to my crotch and rested it there.

“Sam! What are you doing?” It was a really dumb question.

“Gee, Paul, just relax, okay.” She began moving the toe of her pump back and forth over my pants, gently massaging what was hidden beneath. What was in fact starting to swell and get hard.

“Would you like to touch them?”

“Huh? What?”

“My legs, silly. Would you like to touch them?”

The best I could manage by then was a nod of my head. Things were moving fast and my pulse was starting to race. Nervously I reached out with hands and wrapped them around the calf of her foot. The nylon’s texture felt sensually coarse as I began to massage the leg. At the same time, I wiggled in my chair, my penis having become a rock under the confines of my clothes and the continued pressure of her shoe.

“That really feels good,” Sam responded as I started to loosen up and my hands rubbed her exquisite limb. Sitting back on my desk, she began unbuttoning her blouse. “Diana and I thought you might enjoy this.” Nimbly her fingers opened the shirt to reveal a half cut bra and huge, round breasts. She cupped them and slowly began kneading them as I continued caressing her leg.

“So, you couldn’t wait for me.”

I looked past Sam to see Diana entering. She made a point of locking the door behind her and then strutted over to us, her hands demurely clasped behind her back.

“My, my, but you two sure look like you’ve got the situation well in hand.”

I wanted to come back with a witty remark but my mind was clearly on sensory overload by this time. I could only smile up at this dark haired vixen and nod.

Diana reached down, put her hands on my shoulders and then brought her head down to kiss me. Her lips mashed against mine and I vaguely recalled that long ago thought on my first sight of them. Hmm, they tasted like wine. A ruby red burgundy. Expertly she slipped her tongue into my mouth and my blood began to boil. My cock was pushing against my brief like a caged animal. One desperate to be free.

Diana must have sensed my discomfort because she broke our kiss and glanced down to where Sam’s shoe was resting.

“Hmm, looks like our sales charts aren’t the only thing rising.” With that she tapped Sam’s leg and the blonde removed her foot. Diana knelt beside my chair and hastily pulled my zipper down, peeled back my shorts and found my cock. Her cool fingers encircled my throbbing meat and it sprang into the open like a whale leaping out of the sea. Diana’s eyes went glassy at the size and length of my love machine.

“Oh lord, Sam. Look at it! It’s so big and thick.”

“Awesome,” Samantha cooed, still playing with her tits. She licked her lips hungrily. “Gee, Diana, we can’t let that go to waste.”

“Absolutely not.” Diana opened her mouth and came down on me like hungry tigress. As her tongue whipped over my engorged sex pole, she purred softly. I gripped the arms of my chair as raw pleasure engulfed every inch of my being. My neck hairs were on end with each new stroke of her whipping moist tongue. Then she dropped her head and swallowed me whole, my crown reaching the back of her throat. It was fantastic. I was sure if she kept it up, I’d be climaxing fast. But Diana had lots of surprises yet in store for me.

She stopped sucking me and asked, “You really do get off on beautiful legs, don’t you.”

“Yeah,” I gasped. “Ever since I can remember.”

“How would you like to fuck Sam’s legs?”

At first I thought I hadn’t understood her. “Her legs?”

“Yes. Just do as I say.”

Naturally I was willing to comply. Diana nodded to Sam, some prearranged signal, and the blonde brought both her legs together, placing her feet firmly on the floor. Then she put both her hands back on my desk to brace herself. At this point Diana motioned me to get up and lean over Sam. As I did so, my cock made contact with her legs at mid-thigh. I began to see where this was going and took hold of the desk to either side of the saucy blonde. This also put my face directly in her chest.

Quickly, Sam reached up and unsnapped the bra, letting her twin treasures spring out, then took hold of the desktop again.

Diana meanwhile had come around and reached down mersin escort to take hold of me. “Now, Paul, just slide that big old hammer into her legs where they meet.” I obeyed. The sensation was totally erotic. Her nylon thighs yielded just enough to let me in and out as I began to speed up my thrust. At the same time my mouth started licking and kissing Sam’s plentiful bosom. I may be a legman but I also know how to appreciate a super pair of tits. Her soft, fat nipples hardened quickly as I sucked them feverishly. Sam’s breathing was getting heavy and she arched her back to shove more of her delicious flesh into my eager orifice.

“That’s it Paul, now you got it,” Diana encouraged. “In and out. In and out. Fuck her legs.”

It was wild. I kept shoving my prick between Sam’s thighs.

Faster and faster, the feel of the fabric on my foreskin was unbelievable. Soon I could feel the juices racing through my blood and grunted, “I’m going to come.”

Diana went into action. As my own body bucked with the first climatic spasm, she grabbed my rod and pumped it hard.

A scream of release erupted from my throat at the same time my orgasm hit and gobs of milky goo shot all over Sam’s legs. It happened so damn fast, my focus blurred for a second. So strong was the ejaculation under Diana’s skillful manipulations. Every ounce of my load was squeezed out and I was totally drained. Weak in the knees, I pushed off the still aroused Sam and fell back into my chair. Diana was licking sticky cum off her hand, a rapturous look on her pretty visage.

“You naughty boy,” she accused, pointing a finger at me.

“Look at the mess you’ve made on Sam’s nylons. I suppose I’ll just have to clean it up.”

Sam was nodding in agreement, a look of expectation in her eyes. Then Diana got between us, still on her knees, turned to Sam and started licking my cum spots off her stockings. Sam sat up and hiked her skirt up around her waist and I saw she wasn’t wearing any panties. As the lascivious brunette continued lapping up the goo stains, she deliberately started inching herself forward towards the blonde’s pussy.

I watched enthralled as Diana finally attained her goal and brought a squeal of delight from her friend. It was evident this was not the first time these two roommates had shared each other’s fabulous bodies. As Diana’s pussy eating continued, she rose up to her feet in front of me. Sam edged herself further back on my huge desktop and finally stretched out full on her back.

Now I had Diana’s legs and ass in my face. And what an inviting sight it was. Her own tight skirt, in this position, had slipped up to reveal she too was without undies. As Sam moaned loudly on my desk, I reached out and put my hands on Diana’s rear. Feeling them, she lifted her face from Sam’s vagina and looked back.

“Feel free to join in,” she invited huskily. It was all I needed. I leaned forward and began kissing her soft round cheeks while my fingers crept in between her thighs and played with her pussy from behind. Diana wiggled her legs up and down, clearly relishing my exploration of her hot box. Bringing my head down, I managed to reach her love center with mouth. Forcing her pink petal walls apart with my fingers, I stuck out my tongue and began lapping them. Her cunt was sopping with her female juices. Soon the cries of both girls were filling the office.

This particular tabloid lasted only a few minutes as an all too familiar tingle from my middle reached my brain. I stopped licking to look down at my rigid, pointing peter all ready to go once more. Like a wild man, I found myself getting to my feet behind Diana and taking a good hold on her round posterior. Quickly I aligned my massive rocket with her opening and rammed it home. Like a battleship storming into a tight canal, I buried myself fully into her drenched passion tube.

Diana shook and her head came up from Sam’s crotch. She took a fast glance over her shoulder and smiled at me.

“YES!YES! FUCK ME!” Which was all she had time to utter as Sam pulled her head back down.

“Don’t stop, Di! I’m coming. I’M COMING IN YOUR MOUTH!!”

Watching Sam get off fired my own sizzling desire and I bucked into Diana harder and harder, wanting nothing more than to shoot off inside her.

“AIEEE!” Sam screamed, her head rolling back and forth on my desk, sending papers and pens flying everywhere.

“OHHHH,” Diana started in. I knew she was reaching climax and shoved myself for that last smidgen of strength. Gripping her tender butt, I nailed her with one final thrust and we both exploded.

“PAULLEEEE!!!” she yelled, her body convulsing under me all the while my cock spat another huge load of jism inside her. Wave after fantastic, nerve shattering wave of pure ecstasy washed over me and I hung on to her for dear life. As each new squirt of my love canon diminished in potency, my fingers eased up on her ass, red marks visible from my ardor.

Then all three of us folded in on each other like deflated balloons. Stretched helter-skelter over messed up desk, the three of us lay there exhausted and satiated. Sam leaned her head up and kissed Diana, then me.

“You know,” she managed to gasp, her stunning face flushed with sex, “This could give a whole new meaning to fringe benefits.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Mila crossed her legs. Her sheer stockings slid over each other and gave a static shock. She flinched, but also enjoyed the sensation.

Her thick panties, her protective bra, revealed enough. Well, not enough for Mila’s liking. Her ample breasts were tucked snuggly, so snuggly that they did not sway when she walked, and they were so covered that she might as well been wearing a sports bra.

Her panties, as well. Thick, a bit riding, and secure.

Her garments were secure, save her staticky stockings, and while they aided her in patrolling the castle, they left far too much of her body to the imagination.

The doorknob turned. Mila snapped out of her trance. This room, much as any other commoner’s, was sparse. Wooden walls without paint, a broken window letting in the elements, a horseshoe dangling from a nail on the wall.

Typical. Mila rolled her eyes.

The door began to open, slowly at first until Zoey was in complete view. Mila sighed.

She hardly knew Zoey, apart from being, well, common. This shack could have been hers, and Mila would not have been surprised.

However, it was not. Rather, it was lent for today’s cordial by a beady-eyed hag, who probably wanted a piece of the spoils.

There was something, still, unique about Zoey. Mila noticed this as the low country girl stepped in. Zoey nodded her head and came to shake hands.

“Thank you for comin’!” Her blues eyes lit up. Her voice was rural. Blatantly a farmer’s daughter. Her dirty blonde hair ran to her mid back, which was part of a slim figure.

“Don’t mention it.” Mila halfheartedly shook Zoey’s hand.

Before Mila had time to say anything else, Zoey started undressing.

To which, Mila was surprised.

Zoey’s figure was surprisingly toned. Her breasts were just enough for handfuls, supple like bread dough, and tipped with dark pink nipples.

Her farm-tanned skin, which was dented by sunspots and small scars, and a triangle birth mark above her right ass cheek, glowed healthily; her shaded abs contrasted this.

But her ass. Mila caught herself licking her lips.

It was the product of manual labor. Years of it. Years of swinging a pitch axe and hoe, years of bending over and picking up. Whatever the gods gave her, she sculpted to tantalizing perfection.

Mila wanted to slap or bounce coins off Zoey’s ass… until the farm girl turned around and smiled.

“I’m ready!”

Mila shook herself back to the current moment and squinted.

“That’s not how this works.”

Zoey frowned. “Oh… I’m sorry, should I get dressed?” A shade of blush barely made it through her tan cheeks.

Mila shrugged. “Up to you. I don’t–“

“No, stay naked. Slut.”

The voice was cutting, yet reserved. Gloria stood in the doorway, sizing her opponent up.

Now Mila was excited. She crossed her legs the other direction and shifted on her stool. This might be a good match.

Gloria was born, raised, and simply was, beautiful. Her dark hair, somewhere between walnut and mahogany, was only outdone by her eyes. Sometimes.

They always saw the room first, took everything in. Then the person. Gloria predatorily looked her opponents up and down, seeing beyond size and bust but also muscle and tension and fatigue.

Then Gloria saw the soul. Her dark eyes read a girl’s fear (and pleasure) like a book.

Mila never saw Gloria’s full matches. She only heard the rumors and caught the end, where Gloria’s opponents were crumpled on the floor. Sobbing. Or begging for more. Or both.

Gloria stepped into the room. She had black silk on, that she let slip off and fall to the floor.

It was comically out of place there. The floor was cold cobblestone. It had been brushed of hay and mud, but it was far from clean.

And definitely not where hundred coin silk belonged.

Gloria stepped out of it and began undoing her bra straps.

Mila was throbbing. Her heart, her clit, her mind, throbbing. As Gloria undressed, all Mila could fixate on was the purity.

Whether it was because she was born rich, or had proper care and nourishment, Gloria’s skin was pure.

Fair, clear, and unblemished. It was smooth and made Mila’s mouth water.

And it fit her curves, which were more and more revealed as Gloria undid her bra and panties.

Round breasts that Mila wanted to twist, and knew would bounce right back. Light brown nipples, button nipples, and a slender body that deceptively curved like a vase.

Mila uncrossed her legs.

That is when she noticed it.

Zoey was… either brave or oblivious. Mila knew the two could go together, and even be related, but in the face of Gloria, how could Zoey not be intimidated.

Or just jaw dropped.

Instead, Zoey had a dumb grin.

“Glad you made it from your tower. Didn’t trip over your servants?”

Gloria did not respond. She looked Zoey up and down again. The farm girl was shamefully hidden under baggy work clothes. The drab and tough çeşme escort fabrics were probably hell on skin.

Then again, Gloria thought, the farm girl might be more immune to pleasure that way.

Gloria also noticed Zoey’s ass. It was, handedly, better.

Gloria surmised her own rear, which was nothing to scoff at. It was trim. It was athletic, but also leaned to the tinier side.

Zoey’s ass was built for long fights, however. The smooth shape that came from hard earned muscle, and innate genetics that made every pair of pants a little too difficult to button, would have reserves of strength and endurance.

Gloria would lose grappling. She decided then and there.

Mila coughed to break the tension. “Well, this is not how things go. Typically.”

Zoey, whose smile faded, and Gloria stared at each other.

“This is still a cordial match of two consenting parties. I, as castle patrol, shall mediate this match until a fair and…” Mila could not stop ogling both girls. Zoey’s ass. Gloria’s breasts. “…dominant girl is found.”

Mila swallowed and retrieved two vials from her satchel.

“You both shall drink the elixir, state your griefs, and await my instruction. Am I understood?”

The girls did not stop looking at each other.

“Am. I. Under. Stood.?” Mila’s voice became cold and professional. Attractive as today’s contestants were, Mila was castle patrol. She had a job to do.

The girls turned to Mila and accepted the elixirs. After some coughing from the bitter liquid, Mila nodded towards Gloria: “State your grief.”

Gloria did not say anything at first. She let the wind whistling through the broken window, and creaking door hinges behind her, speak first.

And her nipples hardening. Both girls became visibly aroused as the elixir worked further down. Their eyes widened and there was agitation in their stance, as Mila thought she noticed thin wetness on both their crotches.

“Respect.” Gloria finally said. “This farmer humiliated me.”

Mila saw something she never would have guessed in all the Ravenous One’s domain.

Gloria–blush?

Just the smallest hint of pink shaded Gloria’s cheeks until she caught it and returned to cold and calculating.

“This farmer does not know her place. After throwing wine in my face, I will make sure she knows the difference between commoner and elite. Between farmhand and scholar.”

Mila nodded then turned to Zoey. “Your turn.”

Zoey shrugged. “Prissy bitch over here pretty much summed it up. I threw her wine in her face cause she was mouthing off like she owned the place.”

Gloria quietly muttered, “I do own the place.”

All the girls stopped and looked at each other until Mila spoke.

“If you two still contest your griefs, I shall present you with acceptable penance offerings.”

Hesitantly, Zoey and Gloria looked at each other and gave near imperceptible nods.

“Then the stakes are bedmates. Conditionally. For two days.” Mila sat down and crossed her legs. “And public knowledge of the winner. Is this still…” Mila leaned forward. “Acceptable?”

She knew Zoey would not care but Gloria had to. The last part was her greatest risk. If she lost, the people would know. Not only her persona, but her status would be shattered.

The two contestants nodded again. Gloria did her best to conceal her anxiety about the stakes. And to her credit, she did.

Being bedmates with Zoey, a filthy commoner. But not just a filthy commoner. Her. It just had to be this bizarre farmgirl from nowhere who had to have a temper and had to know how to catfight and… had to be dripping with sex.

Gloria let her mind wander just a bit. She knew it was the elixir working, and she knew Zoey was doing the same. In the quiet moments before Mila would drop a red handkerchief, both girls were glassy eyed and imagining winning. How good it would feel to toy with the other girl. To make her scream and shiver from pleasure.

How good it would feel to nip at her nipples, then just bite down all together.

Or the toys, and the ropes, and keeping her locked up. Or simply just edge her. Make her want an orgasm from the better woman. Make her beg with pleading eyes, and pleading eyes alone, because her mouth would be full with…

As if Catalina, the goddess herself, intervened, both girls realized it at the same time:

How bad it would feel to lose.

Mila dropped the red handkerchief and the match was underway.

Both contestants locked hands, and Zoey immediately took the advantage. Her ass puffed outward, and the musculature in her shoulders tensed. Gradually, Gloria took steps back. Her arms were straining, and her breasts already jiggled up and down from her heavy breaths.

Another step, shit. Gloria tried to pull her fingers out of Zoey’s grip to no avail.

The farmgirl smiled. “Now where was all that good talk from a minute ago, huh?” Zoey’s başakşehir escort eyes widened. Her nostrils flared as she forced Gloria to give ground.

Gloria knew this was a losing battle. Zoey had maybe fifteen extra pounds of country muscle on her, and it did not even look like she broke a sweat. This was a battle of brute force, grinding girl against girl, and now tit against tit as the two clashed. Gloria initiated the fully body contact. She knew her tits were better, more cushion.

It worked. Zoey bore into it fully.

“Breakin’ a sweat already? Damn.” Zoey whispered in Gloria’s ear.

The close contact sent shivers, and Gloria’s nipples stiffened further; they were sore from the constant rubbing. Her own ass was tiring from Zoey’s constant pressure. Her womanhood was becoming strangely wet from it, especially when a misplaced thigh would bump into it.

Gloria’s plan worked.

Before Zoey had time to grind nipples again, which was ecstasy due to Gloria’s pained expressions, she was plummeting to the floor.

Before she had time to push herself up, there was a weight on her back, then slender fingers in her hair.

Gloria took in a deep breath and yanked Zoey’s blonde hair. She yanked until out of breath and the farmgirl was screaming.

“Let go, rich bitch!”

Yank.

“Gah! I’ll put my foot right up your ass!”

Yank.

Gloria learned from several matches that threats were intimidating, but silence bred uncertainty and uncertainty was fear.

Yank.

Zoey was clasping Gloria’s wrists to free her hair. Once again–Gloria’s plan worked.

Zoey was in no position to push back up; she was both occupied and distracted, and it was time for Gloria to begin the end of the match. Using Zoey’s firm grip as an anchor, Gloria stopped pulling hair, and pushed. She pushed Zoey’s face into the stone floor.

Tears welled in Zoey’s eyes as blood rushed to her cheek.

“Stop, dammit!” Spit flew from her mouth as she screamed. But it was not just her face.

Her breasts were compressed and bulging outwards; blue veins were visible beneath her tan skin as the porous cobblestone floor grated her nipples.

She was furious. She was desperate. She was extremely wet.

Gloria first noticed, and it is questionable if Zoey ever did notice her own subconscious humping of the floor. It started subtle. Just a tap or bump. Eventually, it was soft grinding. Gloria first thought Zoey was trying to grind her way out of this from the bottom. In truth, it was divine.

Gloria left streaks of her nectar on Zoey’s tan skin. The grinding, despite meant for the floor, made something bubble up in Gloria.

Still, this was one sided. Gloria furthered this by removing one hand to pinch the side of Zoey’s breast; she took the skin and rolled it between her fingers until red.

Zoey bucked immediately, almost throwing Gloria off, but fell back down, more tired and defeated than before. Pressure bent her skull, the floor grated her nipples, Gloria worked the sides of her breast, and…

Zoey’s eyes widened. Yes. She was incredibly horny. The floor directly beneath her crotch was damp as she had continually humped it for the past minute. Its only getting worse.

She had never been so horny. Every nerve ending in her was on fire. She needed it, she needed Gloria to press her face twice as hard, to pinch her breasts until they scarred and slap her ass until it was red.

Her body yearned for more pressure.

More bending until something broke.

Zoey flailed. She was not screaming, she moaned. Load and uncontrollably until she was out of breath; she rammed her pelvis into the floor. The sensation of the floor scratching her entire body, of her heated rival on her back, of… warm streaks also on her back?

Whether it was intentional or not, Zoey’s constant grinding had made Gloria gushing. Not only did she struggle to keep pressure on Zoey’s head, she had stopped pinching the farmgirl’s breasts and could hardly keep balance between the humping and her own lust.

Zoey summoned every ounce of muscle in her glorious ass and stood. Gloria tried to push down at first, which became an effort to hold on, which became an effort to step away as Zoey slid out and stood back up.

All three efforts failed. Nothing brings vigor like the brink of death or orgasm, and Zoey was still at the brink. Gloria felt strong hands grab her breasts and squish.

Gloria shrieked. As a bonus, her dark hair covered her face so she could barely see. Zoey did not care.

She compressed Gloria’s breasts until they bulged out from between her fingers, red and inflamed. Zoey squeezed until the nipple of the left breast popped out from beneath her palm. Zoey could not contain herself (nor should she have).

She hunched over.

All Gloria felt was a warm breath, then crunch. Zoey bit down on the nipple, like a berry, and tugged back.

Gloria’s küçükçekmece escort legs went weak, the only thing keeping her up was the grip Zoey had on her nipple and breasts.

To add insult, Zoey began working her tongue in small circles on the tip of Gloria’s nipple.

The brunette beauty could not take it. Her knees gave. She could only save herself by falling into Zoey, as if she were desperately hugging. Zoey obliged.

She let go of Gloria’s nipple and breasts and switched to a bear hug. Gloria, in a daze, barely knew she had been hoisted in the air and was plummeting down.

The two crashed into the ground, Gloria taking both the fall and Zoey’s weight.

She groaned. Her arms and legs could not move, her lungs could not pull in air, and the blow to her head mixed with the horniness between her legs until she could not see straight.

Mila got off the stool. “Do you yield, Lady Gloria?”

Zoey pinched the maimed nipple and began rolling it. “Better give, bitch.” She sneered.

Gloria tried to roll out of it but was immediately (and easily) pinned back down. Zoey slapped her. “GIVE.”

Gloria did not try to roll again. She did not even try to remove the hand that tugged and rolled her nipple. She was a plaything, laying there.

She did not even move when Zoey inserted three fingers into her womanhood.

“I aint gonna be gentle with ya, hun.” Zoey began stretching Gloria’s hole to fit a fourth finger.

And all Gloria could do was lie there. Still. Not broken, but frozen. Her nipple in searing pain, her womanhood radiating pleasure through her entire body until goosebumps popped.

Zoey did not stop.

Mila got to one knee. “Lady Gloria, if Zoey forces an orgasm, she will be the victor… Do you give?”

Mila hardly believed the words she was saying. Gloria, the brunette dominatrix who read, dismantled, and devoured other champions was nothing more than a wet rag on the floor. Zoey was merciless. Sweat glistened off her body as every muscle filled with blood. She was exquisite, forcibly removing an orgasm from Gloria who did not even have the honor to give. Or speak.

Gloria could merely take it. She was nearing her cracking point. Zoey was already covered in Gloria’s nectar, her fingers had begun to prune as the slish and slosh got louder. Gloria could barely hold her cum in. She was sore and dazed and… counting.

Gloria did not say a word. She did not even move. Instead, she counted. She counted the rhythm of Zoey’s fingers. One, two, three. One, two, three.

Each pump brought her to the brim. She could feel every vessel of her southern lips swell, and cum escape out. She inhaled, desperately trying to distract herself from the burning need to release. She was so close, her legs twitched, her heart was between her ears, and Zoey kept going.

One, two, three. Her womanhood was screaming to let go. To take the bondage and just let go.

One, two… three. There. Gloria’s plan was working.

Zoey had spent so much energy getting up, in the bear hug, and forcibly fingering. In a bizarre case of irony, now her nectar covered Gloria’s stomach, making it slippery.

One… two… three.

Gloria had to move. In two more pumps, she would explode. Zoey had to be tired enough to budge. Had to be.

One… tw–

Gloria summoned every ounce of remaining energy. She bucked her hips first, throwing Zoey forward; Zoey flailed for a moment before realizing what happened and planted her hands to the floor. She was still on top of Gloria, albeit her crotch was on Gloria’s mouth–perfect.

Gloria twisted her legs to give Zoey an extra obstacle to her womanhood. Even if it was a few seconds of handfighting before Zoey pried Gloria’s legs open, those were seconds Gloria recovered.

And seconds Zoey was eaten out.

Gloria extended her tongue and began the alphabet. Zoey’s back arched instantly. She looked at the ceiling and gritted her teeth.

“Dammit–ah!”

The elixir put both girls in overdrive. Both girls were incredibly horny, and both hung off cliff’s edge.

Zoey struggled to reach behind through waves of electrifying pleasure. She found Gloria’s womanhood guarded by crossed thighs.

“Coward!” She cursed.

E… F… Gloria’s tongue silently swirled. Nectar spilled from Zoey. G…

Gloria was also exhausted, however. She could only keep her thighs locked for so long until Zoey dug a way in.

A jolt of warmth and pain shot up Gloria. Her tongue stuttered, but she persisted.

H…

One… two… three…

Mila watched in disbelief. She had not taken the elixir. Still, her thick panties were damp from excitement. Zoey, a fresh face from the fields, did not just hold her own. She had Gloria on the ropes. Both girls, slicked in sweat, muscles giving out, womanhoods pushed to the limit’s edge, were moaning and fiercely competing.

I…

One… two… three…

Gloria could not take it. Her vulva, her clit, her insides were slicked and fever hot. Zoey managed to force a fourth finger in and was working on the fifth. Gloria’s southern lips had been twisted, stretched, and were quivering; she needed to release. Her orgasm was at peak. Her breasts were full with fluid and though she tried to fight the arching of her back, she could not.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

“Hello?”

“Hannah?”

“Yes.”

“It’s Neil. How are you?”

“Good. You want my mom?”

“Is she available?”

“She’s out on an errand.”

“Tell her to call me.”

“I will.”

“How’s the website going?”

“Uh, okay I guess.”

“Sales kinda slow?”

“Had a rough month. But we’re working on it.”

“Hannah, I’ve been there. Hire new models. Take a cut of their sales, like I told you before.”

“I ran it by my mom. No verdict yet.”

“Keep me posted.”

“I will. Thanks, Neil.”

Hannah placed the cordless back on the dock.

Fucker never calls for me for jobs, Hannah thought.

Hannah was bare naked from the waist down, her huge round buttocks dappled with fluffy, curdled milk textured cellulite.

She was wearing a gray short sleeve modal lounge shirt that showed her erect nipples through the front of it. She had left her house slippers and her black yoga pants on the bathroom floor.

When the phone rang, she was in the middle of a really stubborn bowel movement, one that dirtied up her anus when she pinched it shut around a bulk of creamy turd.

Hannah only answered the phone because the caller ID didn’t announce the number of the caller and she thought it was estranged boyfriend Germaine.

But, it was Neil David, the adult film producer.

Hannah knew that her mother Teah was getting jobs outside of the softcore porn site they ran.

One job with a sleazy German photographed almost ended with Teah getting sodomized. The photoshoot was concluded when Teah pulled out her handgun and nearly castrated the miserable Arschficker.

Hannah often thought that Teah was playing with her life, going on assignments without protection.

But protection was the least of Teah’s worries. She was on an errand, but not only was it business related. It was pleasured relations.

————————————

Teah bounced aggressively on Germaine’s rigid blood-filled erection, her arms wrapped tightly around his strong upper body, undersides of her thighs clapping on his lap.

Teah was in a dive motel on the south side of town, shooting a scene with her sportscam.

Her snug love glove oozed thick cream, slathering up his penis with her skin-moistening vaginal butterfat.

Teah slowed down so that she could grind against him using her pelvis, swiveling her broad hips. Her pace then lowered to gradual riding as her open anus revealed a dark chunk of shiny fecal rock crowning.

“Here it comes,” Teah breathed.

She concentrated on birthing the brutal carbonado cluster while her vaginal walls gripped Germaine’s penis

“This is some hard dookie,” she declared.

Teah’s stool was a randomly oriented cluster of poop pebbles that poked out of her budding anus.

“I wanna push it out while I ride zonguldak escort you dick.”

Germaine pulled her buttocks open with his hands.

“It’s thick,” Teah said, feeling the turd slowly pass.

Then, Teah picked up the pace again, making the turd wag up and down as she bounced on Germaine’s lap.

When Germaine finally lost his load, Teah’s tender turd cutter pinched off the gnarly knot of noir sapphires.

Teah got off of Germaine’s lap and looked down at the desiccated polycrystalline creation that dropped out of her ass and on to the white puppy training pad.

Teah swore that there were a tiny thirsty squatters in her intestines, sucking the moisture from her stools.

She turned off the sportscam on a tripod at the foot of the bed and turned off the flood light.

She quickly cleaned her asshole by digging between her butt cheeks with a white hand towel with the logo of the dive motel on it. She tossed the hand towel away smeared with dark shit residue and put her leggings back on.

Germaine watched Teah put on her tunic.

“You going to edit that?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Teah’s feet found her flip flops. “I’ll call you again when I have to take a dookie.”

Teah gathered her things and left. Germaine sat there staring at her fecal monstrosity. He built the nerve to nudge it with his index finger. It was still fairly warm.

Outside, she looked to the outdoor seasonal pool with a disgusting ring around it so dark, she wondered if a mud-caked rhino had used it as a bath tub, and even a toilet.

Gotta love modern budget lodging, she thought.

Teah got into her van and started it. She looked up at the sun visor and pulled it down so that she could check her face. A white 5×7 booklet envelope fell into her lap.

She opened it and took out instructions for collecting stool specimens for immunochemical fecal occult blood testing (iFOBT for short).

Hannah’s lab work, Teah thought, and put the envelope on the passenger side seat.

————————————

Teah drove home and found Hannah in the bathroom squatting on the rug in front of the toilet, holding on to the bathtub. Teah heard a deep crackling sound and smelled a horrid odor that reminded her of an unclean porta potty.

“You left your stool sample kit in the van, Hannah.”

Hannah turned her head halfway.

“Where the fuck were you, mom?”

“I told you I had to do a video shoot. And watch your language when you speak to me. I am still your mother.”

Hannah got up, feeling the head of the creamy turd mesh between her butt cheeks.

“Neil called.”

“What did he want?”

Hannah snatched the booklet envelope from Teah.

“He didn’t say.”

“I need a sample of your poop.”

“I fethiye escort know,” Hannah said.

“I just need a little bit,” Teah said.

“I’m trying to go.”

“I’ll get the commode.”

Teah got a gray, steel folding bedside commode out of her room and placed it near the sink. She put what looked like a white litter pan under the open commode.

Hannah sat on the commode seat and adjusted herself so that her budding anus was clearly visible.

When Teah’s cellphone rang, she tapped the screen to turn on the speaker option. It was Neil David.

“Neil,” Teah said, putting her cellphone on the sink.

“Teah,” Neil answered. “Was your phone off?”

“Yeah. I was shooting a scene for the site.”

“I got work for you, if you’re up for it.”

“Lay it on me, Big Daddy.”

Fuck you mom, Hannah thought, feeling her thick greasy turd stretch her anus open. You’ll fuck anybody for money. You probably fucked Neil. That’s why he keeps calling you. You act like you don’t care about dad anymore, but you’re still in love with him.

Teah got down on her knees with the 5×7 envelope in her hand while Neil rattled off. She got down on her right side and looked up into the bottom of the commode.

Hannah was birthing a creamy behemoth that crackled so loudly, Neil could hear it over the phone.

“What’s going on?” Neil asked.

“Hannah’s pooping,” Teah said, prepared the sampling probe. She looked up and saw the tapered end of a huge turd with the profile and color of a steamed sweet potato groundhog, making Hannah’s anus curl inward.

I’d better take a sample now, Teah thought. She could be in here all day trying to push that thing out.

When Teah put the grooved portion of the sampling probe up to the tip of the turd…

KA-SPLUT!!!

A violent deluge of mushy poop spewed forth form Hannah’s anus, spattering Teah with projectile feces on her right hand, forearm, shoulder, and face. Teah sprung up and banged her head on the commode chair’s underside.

“Fuck!” Teah screamed, and quickly got up.

“Hello?” Neil asked.

“That dump felt amazing,” Hannah declared, feeling her stool still flowing from her anus like soft serve.

Teah looked down at the sampling probe; only the tip of it had Hannah’s poop on it.

“Jesus Christ, Hannah!”

“Is everything okay?” Neil asked.

“No,” Teah shouted. “This bitch shat on me!”

“Maybe you should’ve recorded it,” Hannah said.

“Shut the fuck up,” Teah snarled.

Hannah got up and wiped herself, leaving her bowel movement in the litter pan. Teah flushed the stool, cleaned out the litter pan with bleach and got into the shower.

Teah scrubbed her face, shoulder, and arm like she’d tear her skin off. She had touched Hannah’s alanya escort poop before, but she was never attacked by it. Then again, maybe Teah deserved it for secretly fucking Hannah’s baby daddy.

After Teah got cleaned up, she inserted the sampling probe into the sampling bottle and snapped the cap on tightly. She wrapped the sampling bottle in an absorbent pad and placed it into a plastic bag.

She put the plastic bag with the sampling bottle into a special waterproof self-adhesive envelope. She peeled tape from the flap and pressed the flap firmly to seal it.

Wearing only her oversized sleep shirt and flip flops, Teah took the envelope with Hannah’s stool sample out to the mailbox. On the front of her sleep shirt in thin, white capital letters was: EAT. SLEEP. SHIT. REPEAT.

The sleep shirt did a terrible job hiding Teah’s ripened pear of an A-shaped ass. The elderly neighbor across the way backed out of his driveway. A young man in a slow-moving SUV got distracted by Teah’s derrière.

The SUV bumped into the rear of the elderly man’s car. The old man got out of his sedan and checked on the younger guy in the SUV. The young man wasn’t even concerned about his car. He just gawked at Teah.

Neil called Teah back as she went back to the house.

“You free to talk now?” Neil asked.

“Yeah,” Teah said, standing on the sidewalk, watching bystanders slowly gather to observe the fender bender that she inadvertently caused. “What’s up?”

“I got a job from a guy who runs the Flatulence Fetish website. He saw your ‘groundhogging granite’ clip and wants to work with you. Now, you said it was okay to send my people to you if you need the money, right?”

“Sure. Send him over. Is he on his way now?”

“He left about an hour ago. You still home?”

“I’m standing outside of my house, Neil.”

“Wait,” Neil said. “He just texted me. He said he’s at the address, but he just hit the back of some old guy’s car.”

Teah looked to the young man who owned the Sport Utility Vehicle texting on his cellphone.

“Is he driving an SUV?” she asked.

“Do you see him?”

Teah smiled and waved to the young man.

“It’s him, Neil. He’s here. Thanks again.”

Teah waited for the police and the people to disperse before she met the young man at the end of her driveway.

“I’m Teah Jones,” she held out her hand.

“Clint,” the young man shook. “Neil sent me.”

“I’m so sorry about your car,” she said. “My big ass has a nasty habit of causing shit like that to happen.”

“I think you’re incredible,” Clint said. “I’d like to do a shoot with you. I have a few other girls lined up too.”

“Who are they? Do I know them?”

“They’re some of my regulars. Ms. Kenya Brown, Ana Selena, some Jewish chick named Rena.”

“Never heard of them.”

“Good,” Clint said. “You’ll all get along great.”

“How much does this job pay?”

Clint flicked his cellphone screen and showed it to her.

“That, Madam Dookie, is some serious bread.”

“All of that just to fart on camera?” she asked.

“You game or not?”

Teah smiled and batted her eyelashes at Clint.

“Where and when?”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

First, let me thank “HeyAll” who functioned as my “volunteer editor” on this story. His assistance was invaluable to the process and to the content itself. I thank you, sir!

BACKGROUND:

Approximately two weeks ago I placed a notice in the Literotica Personals. My “Profile” read as follows:

“Introduction

I am a 65-year-old man and have been straight my entire life except for some minor experimentation in college. I’m just to the point that I would like to know what man/man sex feels like. I’m not looking for a relationship as I am very happily married. In fact, my wife will hopefully decide to watch or even call some of the action between us. Personally, I would prefer that. She is totally aware of this posting.

I’m not sure I can do anal, but maybe that depends on the person and circumstances. I want to give and receive oral at a minimum and see where it naturally goes from there.

I’m not sure of the quality I can give at the start, but I am willing to learn the “art” and be taught.

We thought we might first meet for a drink or dinner, then proceed to our hotel room if we are all in agreement to go forward. This should be fun and hot, and I intend to make sure it is.

My Ideal Person: Experienced bisexual or gay male who is attracted to older professional, retired guys. He is patient, has wit and can enjoy teaching the art of man/man sexual pleasures.”

Well, to our great surprise we got about eight replies over the next two weeks. While some were suspect, most seemed genuine and had good ratings from others. We independently picked out the same man, Steve, who seemed like a nice guy and someone you might enjoy spending time with. He lived just outside of Austin.

We contacted him through the site and told him we would be in Austin for an upcoming weekend and wanted to get together for a couple of drinks and maybe more if we all agreed after having those drinks. So, we decided to meet in the Four Seasons bar on Friday at 6:00 PM. We would have a few drinks and get to know each other.

We checked into the hotel early and went down to the bar early about 5:30 PM and picked out a table in a more dimly lit area where we would have more privacy.

I was nervous as hell and wasn’t sure I even wanted to go through with this. A fantasy is one thing but making it a reality wasn’t something I was so sure about. However, something kept pushing me to the next step. Well, at 6:00 PM on the dot Steve walks in, sees us and recognizes us from the descriptions we had given him earlier.

Steve sits down, orders a drink and we order our second. He compliments us on giving honest descriptions (so far, at least) and we give some sketchy info about ourselves and our backgrounds. He seems very easygoing and likable. After talking for 30 minutes or so, I nod to Carol (our predetermined signal for her to head to the restroom), and she announces that she will be right back.

While she is gone, I explain to Steve that my nod and her “leaving” for the restroom means that we both want to go forward assuming he agrees, of course. While Carol is gone, she is deciding whether she wants to participate sexually tonight or just watch and maybe direct some of the action between the two of us. We will know her wishes by her actions when she gets back. She is taking off her panties, and when she comes back, they will be balled up in her fist.

I explain to Steve that if she gives her panties to him, it means she wants to actively participate sexually in the night’s activities — which may mean that she just wants you to use her vibrator on her, or she may let you pleasure her orally or even want full-blown intercourse. Or, in layman’s terms make her cum, eat her pussy or fuck her! She will let you know step by step how far she wants to take it.

If, on the other hand, she gives her panties to me, it means she wants just to watch and possibly direct some of the action between us. muğla escort Either way, I tell him, I’ll make sure he gets her panties as his souvenir of the night. That generates a big smile from him.

Carol, after what seems a very long time, but probably was only 5 minutes or so, comes back to the table. We can see she does have something in her fist, but no one would guess it’s her panties! She sits down and gives them to ME, then goes on to explain that she would just be more comfortable watching this time, but she warns that she would like to be in control of the action between Steve and me and that she has given some advance thought to this subject! She asks Steve if he is comfortable with her calling the action tonight, and if he will do as she directs and, of course, he says YES! (I have never seen her want to be this in “control” of our sex activity. I’m usually the one making the requests.)

We order one last round before heading up to the room, and we start talking about Austin and how it is changing, etc. etc. trying to deflect our real thoughts! Then, we make a toast to making new friends and to fun things to come that night.

Then out of the blue Carol takes my hand under the table where no one can see and puts it on Steve’s upper thigh. Then, in a low voice, she says “Now, move your hand to Steve’s crotch and tell me if his dick is hard yet!

Then she tells Steve to do the same to me. Surprisingly, we each tell her that they are hard as rocks! She tells us to rub those dicks for a minute through our pants to make sure they are hard, but “DO NOT CUM.”

After a minute or two of rubbing, she announces that we seem ready to go to the room. Carol and I finish our drinks and tell Steve that we’ll go first and get things ready. Carol tells him that he is to give us exactly 10 minutes then come up and knock on our door.

On the way up the elevator, Carol notices my hand is shaking and asks me if I’m sure I want to go through with this. She reminds me I can still say “No” to the whole thing or any part of it even if I decide to go through with it.

“No, we have come this far, ” I said. “And I want to go through with it, even if it is just a one-time event in my life!”

She asks me if I mind if she just watches tonight but directs all the action. I say “no, but it might be nice if you got naked at some point like Steve and me.” She says she’ll think about it!

Once we’re in the room, I make myself a scotch and water, and she tells me to keep my clothes on but to sit on the couch. Then she asks me very firmly, “WILL YOU DO EVERYTHING EXACTLY AS AND WHEN I DIRECT YOU TO?” If so, repeat this back to me exactly, “YES, I WILL DO EVERYTHING EXACTLY AS AND WHEN YOU DIRECT ME TOO”!

I repeat this as instructed, and then there is a knock on our door. Carol opens the door and lets Steve in. She then proceeds to offer him a glass of wine or a drink of the bourbon or scotch that we had brought with us. He says yes to the glass of wine, and she pours one and hands it to him.

She tells him that she is going to direct ALL the action between him and her husband and asks if he is agreeable to that. (She is acting like I’m not sitting right there).

He says sure, but he hopes she will get so turned by the action that she will want to join in. She tells Steve that joining in tonight is very unlikely.

She then says, “Steve, are you prepared to do EVERYTHING EXACTLY AS AND WHEN I DIRECT YOU TO?” They discuss that he always has the right to say, “NO” to any act that he doesn’t want to perform, but absent that he says “Yeah, sure I will give you control of the action.” She says, “no, that’s not good enough, I want a firm YES, I WILL DO EVERYTHING EXACTLY AS AND WHEN YOU DIRECT ME TOO”! He repeats it exactly as instructed, and from that moment on, we are both under Carol’s complete control.

And so, the night I have fantasized ordu escort about so many times begins for real! Carol tells Steve to go over to the couch where I am sitting and sit down. I want to see you make out for a while and get your juices flowing. Kiss and fondle each other like a couple of teenagers in heat before we move on.

After a few minutes, she says, “Bill, rub his dick through his pants and make sure he is totally hard.” “Tell Steve what you think of his dick based on what you feel.” I do as told and tell Steve his dick feels nice and thick and long.

I keep rubbing his hard dick until I can feel him throbbing through his underwear and pants.

Carol then says, “Bill, tell him what YOU WANT to do to his dick.”

“Steve, while Bill describes what he would like to do to you, take off your pants, but keep your underwear on. Then I want you to tell him what YOU WANT him to do to your dick!”

For my part, I tell Steve I want to suck that beautiful dick and before the night is over “make you explode in my mouth and give me the biggest load of cum you have ever shot” (figured why hold back now!).

Steve starts to tell me that he wants me to do just that and suck his dick for all it’s worth.

Carol interrupts and says, “No, Steve, I want you to describe specifically what you want, where you want him to lick. Now tell him exactly how you like your dick sucked. Then tell him how you rub your dick when you jack off. You do jack off, don’t you Steve?

Steve says, “Sure I jack off. Everybody does”.

Carol then goes on to say:

?”Tell Bill how often you jack off thinking about someone like him sucking that dick.

?Do you jack off every day?

?Where? In the shower? In bed?”

oSteve tells us he jacks off almost every day, mostly in the shower, and his favorite fantasy is getting his dick sucked by a man, sometimes by both a man and a woman.

?Carol keeps on, “Do you eat that good cum, Steve?”

o”I swallow it about half the time,” he says. I like the taste of my cum.”

?”Do you use toys, Steve?”

oSteve says he uses a fake dick most of the time which always makes him cum hard.

?”Now tell Bill exactly how you like it? What makes you ALMOST cum? BUT DO NOT CUM YET!!” (Steve is getting hotter now that he has been asked all these questions that he has never, ever answered out loud before in his life. He starts telling us the answers while his underwear has a growing wet spot from his excitement and my rubbing.)

?”Bill, suck that wet spot that I see on Steve’s underwear. We mustn’t let any of that wonderful precum go to waste.”

After a couple of minutes, Carol says, “Ok, Bill, your turn to tell Steve a few things about you, but first take Steve’s dick out, bend over at the waist and with the tip of your tongue lick up that precum that is oozing out of his dick. That’s it, stick your tongue in that slit”.

After 10 minutes or so of me just licking the head of Steve’s dick, and swallowing a fair amount of precum in the process, Carol tells us to take our remaining clothes off.

“Bill, while you are taking your clothes off, and leave your underwear on, by the way, I want you to answer each of the questions Steve just did, and I want the absolute TRUTH!

?Tell Steve how often you jack off thinking about someone like him sucking your dick.”

oI tell him it’s been one of my favorite fantasies, especially for the last couple of years.

?Carol then says, “Tell him a little about the kind of porn you watch while jacking off. (She knows I watch gay porn, either masturbation videos or long dick sucking ones.)

?”Do you jack off every day, Bill? Where? In the shower? In bed? In your closet?

?Have you ever jacked off in some other room of our house?”

oI tell Steve it’s more like every other day, usually in the shower, in bed osmaniye escort or while sitting on the toilet watching a hot video.

oI say, “yeah, I have jacked off in other rooms, like the living room and maybe the Media Room on the rare occasion I watch a Porn movie up there.”

?Carol says, “What do you use when you jack off? Have you ever used a dildo like Steve did and fucked your ass with it?

?Do you always eat your cum, too? I know you like it, don’t you, because you always want me to feed it to you. Now, tell him the truth here.”

oI say, “yes, I have used a dildo, but I haven’t found one that really fits or feels great yet. They are either too big or are hard to get in. I haven’t had much luck yet. I want Carol to use a “strap-on” with me, but she is resisting that one. As far as eating my cum goes, I have tried in the last year or two, but when I start to cum, I chicken out, maybe half the time. It has to be the first couple spurts, and then I like it and am glad I did it.

?Carol asks, “What makes you ALMOST cum? BUT DO NOT CUM YET!!”

oI say “a finger in my ass rubbing my prostate will do it for me, but that is very hard to do by yourself.” Steve agrees!

“OK, once your clothes are off, I want you to stand facing each other. Bill, pull Steve’s dick out of his underwear at the bottom and do the same to yours. Now, take his dick and press it against your own and very slowly put them together and jack them off as one. Yes, rub that precum over both dicks. Ooh, that’s hot looking. Steve, gently play with Bill’s nipples while he is rubbing your dick. Remember, DO NOT CUM!”

After about 5 minutes of this, Carol says “OK, let’s get on the bed and lay down on your sides opposite each other in a 69 position. Now you get to do what you have been fantasizing about, Bill. Suck that dick just like you have imagined. Lick it up and down. Take what you can in your mouth. I want to see you taking that precum in and swallowing it. How does Steve taste? Steve, how about Bill?”

I say, “he is delicious, and he can sure produce the pre-cum.”

He says, “You’re not so bad yourself there, buddy. This is super hot! I have never had anybody call the action like this before.”

Carol goes on, “Steve, teach and show Bill how to properly suck a man’s dick. What about his balls? Do all men like them rubbed and sucked? How rough should it be?”

After several minutes, Carol asks, “Shall we take a little break at this point and have another drink or keep on going?”

I say I could use a break as my jaw is starting to hurt a little.

Carol says, “OK, but first I want each of you to grab one of the cock rings on the nightstand and put it on. I want to see those nice hard dicks stay that way. Go ahead and play with yourself for me if you need to to stay hard. Let’s go back to the living room and sit down”.

(After we all move back to the bedroom)

Carol begins, “There is some lube on the bedside table, Steve, why don’t you spread some of that on Bill’s ass when you’re ready?

“Bill, lay on your stomach and give Steve access to your ass.”

“Steve, I want you to massage Bill’s ass now and after a few minutes, put one finger in his ass to start to open him up. After a few minutes of getting some lube up there, move on to two fingers. Then try using that vibrator there on the nightstand but put a condom on it first. Bill can show you how it works. Ok, once Bill gets that in his ass, Steve, then I think he’s ready for you next. Get your dick good and hard, put on one of those condoms and insert it in his ass. Go slow at first until he is used to you. After he is used to you, you can fuck him for all your worth! Just go for it.”

“Bill, are you ready for this? Do you want Steve to fuck you now in your ass?”

I say “Yes, I’m ready.”

Carol says, “Then tell Steve how much you want him to fuck you!”

I say, “Steve, please, man, go slow, but fuck my ass right now.”

“Alright, I’m going to be quiet for a while now and just watch you two enjoy each other.”

Alright, this is where my fantasy ends for now. Based on the reaction I get, and if there are enough others that enjoy this type of story, I may be encouraged to write more on this topic. I hope you enjoy it!

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

It was shocking at first. My ex had gotten into trample fetish play for a while when we were first married. At 5’1″ (155cm) and 100 lbs (45kg) she’s a tiny woman, like a pixie, and she was always slow and delicate about it. Plus it had easily been 5 or 6 years since we did anything like that. At 5’3″ (160cm) Tracy wasn’t much taller, but she was much more fit and a full 25 pounds (11kg) heavier, but here she was standing on my face. No questions, no preparation, no concerns, she just pushed down and stood on my face with all 125lbs. The smell, wetness, and overall sweatiness of her stocking feet went right out of my head, and my whole world revolved around the incredible, painful, ecstatically wonderful feeling of Tracy standing on my face.

Just when I was getting used to it she stepped backwards onto my chest. I looked up to see her face hovering above me. Knees bent a little, looking down at me with one hand on the coffee table and the other on the couch to keep her balance. Both feet on my chest and just standing there like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Are you ok? I’m so sorry. You told me once that you liked that so I thought it would be ok but I should have asked. Did I hurt you? Please say you’re ok, or at least not mad, or something.”

The words were flying out of her so fast that I couldn’t get a word in. When she finally breathed I told her that I was just fine..

She sighed, relaxed a little, and started in again with “Are you sure? You’re not just saying that right? You’ll tell me if I’m too heavy right? I should have asked first, or brought it up. You’re not mad are you?” and kept going for a couple of minutes until I started laughing which almost made her lose her balance.

She staggered a little and said “Oh my God, I’m standing on your chest!” and then twisted sideways to fall back onto the couch..

“Why didn’t you say something? I must have been crushing you. You should have told me to get off!”

I took a deep breath and told her to do the same. “Why? I was up enjoying having you stand on me, why would I tell you to get off?”

She gave me a puzzled look, and after a minute apologized again saying “Well I’m still sorry, I should have at least asked if you wanted me to. Last night I was thinking about all the things we’ve talked about, and the conversation about standing on your face popped into my head when you said to push as hard as I want. I really am sorry, sometimes I do things without thinking them through.”

I lay on the floor, listening to her ramble and trying not to laugh, but failing. She finally lightened up a bit and nudged me with her foot, telling me to stop laughing at her although she was starting to laugh too. When I finally stopped laughing, all I could say was “Damn!” That got her worked up again, worrying that she had hurt me, or that I was mad at her.

“Tracy, stop. I’m ok, more than ok actually. I love that you just stood on my face, and that you did it without any warning.” She didn’t seem to believe me so I continued, “Ok look. To be honest this night is full of surprises. I thought I had experienced your feet at their worst, or best (grinning), the day your chef quit, but they’re in a league of their own tonight. I mean, damn!”

“I know, I know. I’m bahçelievler escort such an idiot sometimes, always pushing things too far and ruining them. When I felt my feet slipping around in my boots at work I thought it would be funny to see your reaction to them like this, but I wish I had just gone home instead of texting you. I’m so sorry. Please say we can go back to the way we were yesterday.”

I must have looked confused, because she gave me a puppy dog look and just said “Please?”

I just looked at her for a minute, a little amused but wondering what it would take for her to understand. “Look Tracy, stop worrying. If I had known what your feet were like when you texted me, or that you would end up standing on my face like that, I would have bought you flowers or something. I definitely wouldn’t have said no or changed anything. I’m not mad, just the opposite. This is one of the best nights of my life.”

She finally looked up and smiled, asking “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“So I didn’t knock you out with the stink or crush your face when I stood on it?” She giggled a little at the end of her question so I knew she was starting to relax.

I laughed a little, saying “No, you didn’t knock me out or crush my face. Why don’t we go out on the deck, calm down, and finish those drinks. You seem like you’re a little shaken up.”

She agreed that was a good idea and started to head outside. I called her back and handed her boots to her. She gave me a puzzled look, so I explained that the deck was kind of dirty and I didn’t want her feet to get all filthy or ruin her stockings.

She started laughing as she pulled them on, saying “you just don’t want them filthy in case I stick them in your face again.”

I knew she caught me, so I just laughed and responded with “Well yeah, there’s that too.” It was good to hear her laugh at that.

We sat on the deck for a while finishing the drinks I made over an hour ago which were now completely watered down. She still looked a little concerned so I changed the subject a little by asking her if she enjoyed what we did earlier. It took a minute, but she finally answered “You know what, I did. The first few times we sat in my car I was so worried, but you didn’t seem to mind that my feet stunk. Of course the foot massages are great, but as weird as it is, it really feels good when you breathe between my toes. I don’t know why you like it or what you get out of it, but I really don’t care.”

She laughed at herself a little, paused a minute, and continued. “I don’t know what came over me today though. When we were setting up for dinner I was walking around and felt my feet squishing, and started giggling because I immediately imagined your expression if I stuck them in your face the way they were.”

It was fun to hear her laughing at herself while explaining her thought process, so I laughed along with her until she continued. “Anyway, I actually planned on just teasing you about it. You always tell me that you like when my feet smell, but they’re really awful today. I wasn’t going to text you, but then I did. I was going to just tease you during the ride home, but then I got off the train with you. Of course bağcılar escort the drinks didn’t help.”

She giggled at herself again but continued, “When you lay on the floor I couldn’t help resting my feet on you as a tease. I didn’t think you’d mind my boots on you, you told me that once, but I was actually telling myself that I had to leave them on. Tapping you was mostly a tease. You weren’t taking them off me so I thought that you probably realized how hot they were all day, but then there I was pulling them off. I really don’t know how you survived. The smell was terrible even up where I was sitting.”

Her laugh started sounding a little nervous, so while she was giggling I said “Well don’t worry, I don’t understand it either. I just know that stockings, boots, and sweaty feet do something to me. This was just incredible today, beyond what I ever imagined, but I loved it. I really do think I was in a trance when you were using my face to massage your feet.”

It was my turn to dig up an old conversation we had: “Remember when we first met? You told me that you liked to lick an old girlfriend’s breasts when she came home from the gym, and enjoyed it a few times when she trapped your face in her armpit when you were doing it. I think that’s a lot like me with feet. It doesn’t make sense, but you loved it.”

Tracy finally smiled, saying “Mhmm, I guess that makes sense. I kept expecting you to push them off your face, and that you were just being nice by not complaining. I’m so relieved that you weren’t all grossed out by it.”

It was good to see her finally accept that I really did enjoy this, but didn’t want to dwell on it, so I changed the topic a little. “So… you stood on my face, huh. Outside of worrying that you were killing me, what did you think of it?”

She took a few breaths, both to think and keep herself from getting worked up. “Well at the time I didn’t think of it at all. I didn’t plan anything out, it just kind of happened. Honestly when you first lay on the floor the thought of stepping on you to get to the couch crossed my mind, maybe that had something to do with it. But it all happened so fast that I was almost surprised to look down and see you under me.”

I got a good laugh out of that. “Well then I don’t know who was more shocked about it.”

She laughed at that as well, took a big gulp of her drink, and relaxed a little more. “As soon as I realized that I was standing on your face I knew it was a mistake. I didn’t know what to do. I only stayed there as long as I did because I was in a kind of frozen panic with a million things whipping through my head.”

“Oh my God, I’m standing on his face. What’s wrong with me; why am I standing on his face?

Why isn’t he saying anything, or screaming at me?

Is he unconscious?

How do I explain this? He’s going to hate me.

He said he likes this, but this must hurt like hell.

Did I not understand something? This can’t be right, it has to be killing him.

What am I doing? I must be crushing his face.

Am I breaking his nose?

No, I’m not standing on his nose, can you break someone’s cheek bones?

Oh my God, get off his face already. How do I get off ümraniye escort without hurting him more?

He’s going to hate me so much. Why did I do this?

I should have just gone home.

He’s never going to talk to me again, I’m such an idiot.

Is he even breathing, I can tell if he’s breathing.

I really like having him as a friend, why did I do this?

Shit, get off his face already!”

“Then I was looking down at you. I don’t really remember making the decision to get off, and definitely not deciding that it would be better to stand on your chest than on your face. I was just suddenly off your face”

She was a little shaky from reliving it, hell I was dizzy just listening to her relating the turmoil in her head at the time. “Jeez, you really were panicking. Well you can relax. You didn’t kill me, or break my face, or hurt me too much. And I definitely want to stay friends. I’m not going away.”

She visibly relaxed at that, saying “Thank you so much. When I was standing, um, on your face, that still sounds weird to say, I was so worried that I was really hurting you, and that you’re never want to talk to me again.”

I told her “Well of course it hurt, you’re 125 lbs and were standing on my face, but that’s part of the enjoyment for me. The fact that your feet were as incredibly sweaty and smelly as they were today only made it better.”

“Really? So you like that it hurts?I wish I knew that earlier, I probably wouldn’t have panicked as much.”

We both got a laugh out of that. I wanted to get her take on all this, so asked if she enjoyed it at all when she stood on me. It took a couple of minutes, but she finally answered.

“Maybe? I think so? I was so worried that I was hurting you that I didn’t think about how it felt doing it, but I guess so. It was definitely different than just rubbing my feet on you. It probably would have been different if I didn’t think I was going to end up in a hospital with you trying to explain how your nose got broken and why you face stunk like feet.”

I got a good laugh out of that, and finally said “Good, so the next time you can relax, be your normal mischievous self, and have fun.”

“The next time? Really?”

“Well yeah, if you’re ok with it”

“You really want to do that again? I was sure I was putting too much weight on you. I didn’t smash your face?”

“You did smash my face, but definitely not too much. Like I said, I like that kind of pain. I hope you’re ok with that.”

I could see the look on her face change from one of disbelief to understanding.

“Well now that I know I’m fine with it, I just didn’t realize that’s what you’re into. I thought you just liked smelly feet. I’ve had a couple of girlfriends who were into some pretty extreme things so I get that pain can be exciting. I have no problem causing discomfort and even hurting you a bit if that’s what you want.”

Well that made me shiver a bit in excitement and we had a rambling conversation about her past experiences, mostly with biting and scratching, and how one of her exes liked being bit hard enough that it would leave a bruise for a few days. By the time we were done she had relaxed, and was smiling a little at the memories. I told her since that was out of the way, she could just have fun next time and not worry about killing me.

She leaned across the table, stared me right in the eye, and said “You better watch out what you ask for”. I looked back at her and saw her biting her lip with that glint in her eye and got the distinct impression that things were going to get a lot more interesting.

To be continued…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32