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This is fiction based on fantasy involving a married couple and the husband’s desire for gay sex. If this upsets you, please don’t bother reading it. Thanks for any comments.

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My wife and I were on vacation, spending some time in Portland, Oregon. When we are away from home like that, we like to do things we would shy away from in our home town.

In Portland, we were out hitting nightclubs. Years earlier we had gone to a strip club called Mary’s. We decided to check it out. It was still hot. Not real classy, but some sexy strippers. A couple of them very sexy — and showing absolutely everything.

The club has half a dozen or so chairs right in front of the elevated stage where the strippers perform. And several of these sexy women would put their pussies right in front of the faces of the guys sitting in those chairs. It was pretty erotic.

After an hour or so, we decided move on. As my wife knows, I am bi-curious and was thinking I would like to see some male strippers. I told her I wanted to find a place where men are stripping like the women at Mary’s, and she said sure she’d like that too.

I did a quick Google search on my phone and found a place called Silverado not far away.

It was a week night and there were not a lot of people there. But a man was on stage dancing and stripping. He didn’t dance that well, but he had a hot body with dark hair and some body hair — a very hot, masculine-looking guy.

My wife and I got drinks from the bar, sat at a table near the stage and ogled this sexy stripper. He was down to his boxer briefs when we sat down, and soon was pulling those down to show off his thick cock. He was definitely a turn on.

Soon he was done and another hot-looking guy took his place. This guy had a lighter complexion and was a much better dancer. He was very sexy. I felt like he was looking right at me as he pulled his underwear down to reveal his very enticing cock.

I was definitely lusting for this guy.

I turned to Shelly and said this guy is so fucking hot, and she agreed.

Then another buca escort guy was on stage. This one was definitely a body builder. He had a big chest and big broad shoulders. My wife said he looks like Hercules. I think she was hot for this guy.

This guy did not dance as well as the second guy, and he only briefly flashed his cock. I never really got a good look at it.

Next, the first guy was back on stage. Once again, I was not impressed with the dancing. But I was more interested in seeing these guys strip than seeing how well then danced. And this guy was very sexy. He had a very hot body.

I got fresh drinks and came back to the table to see the second buy on stage again. He definitely knew how to show off his hot ass and dick. Very tight, sexy body.

I was in a trance watching him when the first dancer came over to me wearing just his boxer briefs and asked if I was enjoying the show. I said “Yes, it’s very sexy!”

He asked if I would like a lap dance for $20. I looked at Shelly and she said “Whatever. No harm in a little fun”

I looked around the club nervously, not sure if I could take this step.

He said “We’ll go upstairs, it will be private.”

So I said “Okay.”

I pulled out a $20 bill, stuck in the front of his underwear briefly touching his semi-hard cock and followed him upstairs.

He had me sit down in a chair in a dimly lighted area and started gyrating in front of me. I opened by legs and he moved in closer.

Again, unimpressive dancing. But I was hard as a rock, incredibly turned on, with this nearly naked guy dancing just inches in front of me.

He bent down and kissed me. Oh my God, my hard dick jumped in my pants. I kissed him back, opening my mouth. but he didn’t open his mouth. Still, I loved kissing him. Without even thinking I reached for his underwear, wanting to pull them down. He backed off and said “No touching under the briefs.”

Yet, when I ran my hands over his body — his abdomen, chest and back — he did not object. He bent down and kissed me again. çağlayan escort I ran my hands down his back and under his briefs to fondle his sexy ass. He did not object to that, so I kept fondling his cheeks as we kissed.

I reached for his dick covered by his underwear. I felt him, he had a semi. He backed away briefly.

This went on for several minutes. A lot of kissing. I was kissing his abdomen, his chest, his nipples and his lips, wanting to see and taste his cock.

I did not get to do that. But touching him, fondling him, kissing him had me incredibly turned on.

Here I was making out with a male stripper as my wife sat downstairs sipping her vodka tonic knowing I was up here getting a lap dance or maybe even more from a hot guy she knew I wanted to have sex with.

It was over way too soon. And I was sexually frustrated because I want to see and taste his cock so fucking bad.

Once back downstairs, I was a little embarrassed as I approached my wife. But she just seemed to think it was a fun lark.

Her favorite, “Hercules” was just getting back on stage. We were both glued to his act. He had an amazing build and danced pretty well, but once again only briefly revealed the package we all wanted to see.

Then the second guy was up, and he really knew how to play it. He had on red briefs and his dancing was incredibly erotic. He teasingly pulled down his underwear to reveal his sexy dick. Again, I felt like this guy was looking right at me.

When he was done, I went to the bar for more drinks.

Moments after I came back and sat down, the second dancer came over to me and asked if I would like a lap dance.

Oh my God! I wanted way more than that. But I told him I couldn’t as I looked over at my very patient and understanding wife.

He held out his hand, said his name is Sam, and asked “Is it okay if I sit with you to finish my water?”

“Of course,” I said.

He was still just wearing his red briefs and he was drinking a bottle of water.

My wife and I were çankaya escort sitting across from each other at a small cocktail table. He pulled a chair next to me and asked us to tell him about ourselves. We told him how we’re on vacation just having a fun, adventurous night out.

As we talked, he edged his left leg next to my right leg until they were touching. Fireworks exploded in my crotch. I held my knee against his under the table. I did not pull away.

My wife was mostly watching the stage where “Hercules” was up doing his number again. With the loud music, it was hard for her to hear our conversation anyway.

Suddenly, I felt his hand on my thigh. I looked at him and he just smiled and said “You are a good looking guy,” as he lightly caressed my leg.

Jesus, I wanted him so badly!

Shelly got up to go to the bathroom and gave me a look as if to say ‘be careful,’ and walked away.

Sam said “I think she’s jealous to see someone flirting with her husband.”

“I think she’s nervous to see me flirting with you,” I said as I reached down and caressed his sexy bare thigh.

He lifted his hand from my thigh, brought his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in for a kiss. Jesus, this guy was making me sick with lust.

I responded enthusiastically, opening my mouth to his probing tongue as our passion mounted. My hand on his thigh, moving to his briefs to feel his big, hot, hard dick.

“You are so fucking hot,” I said as we broke apart. “I want to pleasure you in every way possible.”

And as my hand caressed his hard cock under his briefs, I said “I want to make love to your hot, hard, sexy cock!”

“If you play your cards right, maybe we can make that happen,” he said. “I have one more dance, then I’m off. Why don’t you send your wife back to your hotel in an Uber and come home with me.”

Wow! Could I fucking do that? No question, it is what I wanted more than anything at that moment. My head was spinning with lust, with the possibilities and the possible consequences.

My wife came back to the table to find us sitting as close as we could, his arm around me and my right hand caressing his naked thigh.

She looked at us, then directly at me and shook her head.

He leaned over and said “I have to get ready for my dance. Do it. Tell her. I want you!”

***** To be continued…*****

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

My old friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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It had been 4 weeks since my first encounter with O. I could not go for more than a couple of hours without thinking about that magical night that fate had brought us together. O had txt me the very next morning and asked if I had enjoyed our time together.

I obviously played it cool and replied the very second his txt landed in my inbox, and told him that he had given me the best sex I had ever experienced, and to add to that, it had been my first time with a man, a very hot, sexy Adonis of a black man, the man of my dreams, O.

I felt like a doting schoolgirl with her first crush. Every time my phone would ping and it was from O, I could feel my heart flutter and a deep yearning come over me and a hunger and craving that I had not experienced before took a hold.

To take things back a touch, O was a male escort I had encountered and who’s services I had acquired after months of scouring the internet looking for the hottest interracial porn I could find.

Interracial porn was now my staple in any self-pleasure activities I participated in. In other works, I would squeeze and rub and stroke my cock to all the beautiful, big, black cocks I could find online. There was something about them huge black cocks, all wet and shiny, being worshipped and pleasured by sexy, cock hungry white girls.

I often found that I would imagine I was the girl in the scene, and it was me taking them massive, beautiful black dicks and making it my personal mission to pleasure as many black men as I could get my hands on. You could say it had become a bit of an obsession.

One night, instead of browsing the biggest and best black cocks on the internet, I searched for male escorts, in particular, black male escorts. O was my perfect man. Tall, strong, ruggedly handsome, very charming with dark skin and the most beautiful black cock between his legs.

I had since learnt that when O is not using that delicious, black, meaty cock for pleasuring black cock loving white men like me, that he was a personal trainer in his day job. Finding out about his day job as a PT opened a whole new series of fantasies for me but I will save them for a later story. Chapter 1 of My Story describes our first encounter after exchanging messages and numbers online.

Since that first encounter, we had exchanged the occasional flirty or suggestive txt, which I would find myself blushing at when reading them. He was insatiable and the pictures and short videos of him displaying his impressive manhood convinced me (not that I needed it) that I had to see him again. He knew just how to tease me so that he knows I will be craving more of that beautiful, delicious black cock.

We arranged a suitable date for us both and O made a few suggestions to make our evening more romantic, a term which I found appealed to me and made me grow more excited to hear his thoughts.

O recommended a nice hotel in the area, not far from his apartment, where we would be able to set the mood and enable us to just be that extra bit more relaxed with each other. It sounded perfect.

O sent me the link for the hotel, and I proceeded to book a room for the night in question. I booked a standard double, I kind of liked the idea of being in a smaller space with this perfect specimen of a man rather than one of the larger suite-style rooms that were available. I had an experience from bayrampaşa escort our first night together that the size of this man in an enclosed space with me made me feel more vulnerable and willing to submit to him and I liked the feeling and was excited to experience more of it. Room booked. This was starting to get real.

Throughout the 4 weeks since our first liaison, O had been complimenting me on my peachy, behind. He said I had a nice phat (spelt with a ph), white, bubble butt and he enjoyed getting to grips with it during our first meet.

He txt me asking if I’d ever worn ladies’ panties. I thought it was a little odd but was more than willing to hear more. I found myself wanting to please him. O suggested that my peachy ass cheeks would look just perfect held in gently by a nice little lacy number, or some frilly satin panties.

He again sent me some links for women’s underwear shops in the area and number of styles that are his favourites. I browsed the list he had given me and found a nice tasteful pair that I am sure he would approve of. They were rose coloured satin on the front with a revealing behind on the rear of the panties. A few strands of lace across the back which I figured would definitely allow O some easier access should he desire.

I learned that they are called, bottomless panties and were for perfect for those who delved into and explored the pleasures of ass play. And that is something I most definitely want to experience more of with my perfect man. O declared that my ass would look good enough to eat in them panties, a statement that piqued my interest.

Once all the arrangements had been made, O told me that he’d meet me at the hotel room and that he had another surprise for me if I trusted him and he’d show me when he arrived. Yet more excitement as if I didn’t have enough already, meeting the man of my dreams in a romantic hotel room, wearing some deliciously, naughty panties.

I checked in and acquainted myself with the room. I raided the mini bar for some Dutch courage and I thought I’d get myself in the mood with some of my favourite porn, the material that led me onto this path of black cock addiction to begin with I showered, watched some porn, while chubbing up my own cock and I tried on my newly purchased panties.

Checking myself out in the mirror, my ass did indeed look incredible. I found myself posing in the mirror, trying to find out what is the best angle for me to show off my assets, and what lighting would look best. Once I found the perfect ambiance, I dimmed the lights and waited nervously. I found that excitement and nervousness washed over me, but my horniness always shone through.

O txt me to let me know he was on his way up in the lift. I was so excited. I waited at the door, peering through the peep hole so I could see him approaching. I watched this hunk of a black man stroll confidently down the corridor, filling the narrow pathway with his large, strong frame.

I opened the door and hid behind it as he strolled in. The door swung shut and he greeted me and kissed me on the forehead before entering the main bedroom. He smelt terrific, as usual and his scent made me feel a little lightheaded. His scent that had me lusting over him last time we met, it’s always his scent that gets me first and I’m like putty in his fingers.

O beykoz escort looked me up and down and let out an approving grunt as he grabbed at his big cock lying dormant in his trousers.

“You wanna see how excited that hot bubble butt gets me in them panties?” he said, in his deep voice.

“Yes!” I whispered.

O sat in the chair and unbuckled his pants, pulling out his big thick cock and balls. He indicated, with a twirl of his index, for me to spin around. I do not know what come over me, maybe it was the mini bar taking its toll, but I was overcome with lust, I wanted to please this big strong man and I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him. I turned my ass towards him and arched my back a little, aiming it at him.

He let out a long whistle, “Nice!” he said, “You look really hot.”

I crawled onto the bed on all fours and bent over for him so he could appreciate what he was going to own tonight and to show off these brand-new panties I bought just for him, my man. O was stroking his cock to full hardness and it looked delicious. The dim light in the room made it look big and shiny, with the tip leaking precum.

I lowered myself off the bed and crawled towards him. He beat that massive meat for all it was worth, looking right into my eyes as I got closer. He did not let up, he just stoked that cock for me, offering it to me.

I tugged at his trousers, pulling them off and moved closer, brushing my face against his thickly muscled thighs, and pressing my face right into his big balls. I inhaled deeply, breathing in his musky scent, I exhaled loudly, groaning with pleasure before going in again and breathing him in. I ran my nose all the way up his thick shaft, taking him in, flicking my tongue over his spunky tip to taste him. It felt like an addiction, I was hungry for his scent and his taste of that delicious big black cock.

O fished around in his backpack that was next to him on the chair. I was watching him intently as I ran my tongue up his inner thigh and tried to curl my tongue under his heavy balls to suck them in. He pulled out a small blue glass bottle with a white lid. He looked me in the eyes and asked if I trust him.

“mmm hmm.”, was all I could reply with my mouth full of his balls.

O unscrewed the lid and held the small blue bottle next to the shaft of his cock.

“Come and have a smell of this.” he said.

I moved closer so my face was pressed against his thick cock and I could feel the warmth from it. He pressed a finger over one nostril and instructed me to inhale. I did, deeply.

I lifted my head up and felt the warmth slowly filling my throat and my lungs. I exhaled and let out a little moan as I felt the head rush taking over me. O pulled me towards him whilst I was on this high and started kissing me deep, I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue. He was groping my ass roughly now through my panties, giving me playful spanks, which I told him I liked.

He pulled away from our kiss and held that little magic blue bottle to my nose again. I breathed it in and immediately wanted his big dick in my mouth when that high hit me again.

I lowered my face into his groin. Rubbing my face into his cock and balls, breathing him in. I took his shiny tip into my mouth and sucked on it passionately as the high washed over beyşehir escort me.

All my inhibitions disappearing, and I worked his balls in my hand whilst stroking his shaft into my hungry mouth. I heard O hit the poppers above. He was reaching down and groping my ass, spanking me, and rubbing my cheeks, spreading them, and squeezing them back together. I loved the way the man handled my ass cheeks like that, and I told him. I could almost feel his dick grow fatter as the high from the poppers hit. I loved it and the grinding of my ass onto his strong hands was showing him, I hope.

He was thrusting that huge shaft into my throat now and I had to gasp and pull away to come up for air. I pulled his top up over his head, i wanted to see and feel that hot, tight torso under me. I climbed into his lap, straddling him on the chair and could feel the heat and power from that enormous cock underneath me.

I wanted it and I made sure to grind down on that dick hard. O was groping me roughly and letting his fingers tease into my panties and find my tight puckered hole, he tickled me and made me moan as I went in for more kisses.

O worked a wet finger into me and then I could feel the tip of his wet cock sliding into my panties, like it had a mind of its own. This is a part that I like a lot and did not want to rush it. Feeling that big cock sliding all over me, nudging and poking at my hole before slipping up my crack and nestling between my cheeks. I could do this for hours; it really gets me going.

O had other ideas, I am trying to avoid it sliding into my tight hole, and he was trying his best to get it up inside me. It was so much naughty fun teasing each other like this.

Then everything slowed down, the naughty, flirty giggling stopped, and we looked into each other’s eyes, O bringing that small blue bottle up to our noses, we inhaled deeply, feeling the rush. I started pushing down ever so slowly onto his huge cock.

The poppers and wet fingering and teasing loosening my tight hole. O’s massive cock was entering me slowly, inch by inch I would take that full length. I’d lift up a couple of times if the pain got too much but I’d always be willing to slide back down on it. I felt such a sense of achievement when my cheeks rested against his thighs, I loved being filled by him, It just felt right.

O easily picked me up and carried me the short distance to the bed, his cock still inside me as he carried me. I wrapped my legs around his ripped, hard torso and held him there tight. As he lowered me down onto my back, his hard, cock slipped from my gaping hole which made us both gasp.

O rolled me onto my side and nuzzled in behind me. Kissing my neck and threatening my hole with that big black cock again. I wanted him back inside me, I felt empty without him. I reached down to squeeze his shaft with my hand and massage those big balls.

I was aware he didn’t put a condom on this time, but I didn’t want it to stop. I squeezed his cock with my ass muscles and stroked his shaft and balls as he fucked me. I wanted his cum inside me and I told him. Begging him to fuck me harder, telling him I am all his and to fill my ass with his hot cum.

I knew he was close, and he was about to fulfil something I’d been dreaming of for months, filling up my slutty hole with all his hot cum. I heard him hit the poppers one last time and he held his breath and released his orgasm inside me with animalistic groans. I could feel his cock twitching inside me as he pumped me full of his hot liquid. We lay there gasping for breath, he held me tight in his strong arms, our legs entwined as we drifted off to sleep, fully satisfied.

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I was in my early twenties and was having problems forming long-term relationships with women. Sure, I got on well with the ladies and had ended up with yet another one pregnant. I was a bit out of control fucking as many as I could and the result was unhappiness all round and my parents weren’t very happy. In due course, we had a chat about things.

Mum and Dad basically said that it couldn’t go on like this and may need some time out to think things through. They suggested I go and stay with one of mum’s cousins. John as in his middle fifties and I’d known him for years. It was decided. As I was to find out, there were some things I wasn’t aware of about John.

My first night at John’s was a bit tense but after dinner things relaxed after a few glasses of wine. It wasn’t the most relaxed sleep I had that night, but not the worst. We got to know each other over the next week or two and I felt myself opening up and bonding with him. Not only that but I found that he had a certain sort of charm and, embarrassingly for me, sexiness.

John was a man’s man. Over six feet tall with a hairy body that I was to find out soon was grey everywhere, a deep resonant voice but almost quiet in manner. As far as I knew, he had never married nor could I recall there ever being any ladies in his life.

Over that first two weeks we shot the breeze on many topics including my difficulty in forming relationships. He was concerned that I seemed to use women, fucking them leaving them, sometimes pregnant. As he pointed out, this wasn’t the way to treat anyone.

It was at this time that I felt a sort of attraction to him in a way that I hadn’t felt towards other men and he appeared to pick up on this. Things came to a head when he got me a little drunk and relaxed one evening. We were on the sofa and I was reclining back with my legs spread out in front. He was sitting close by and rested his hand momentarily on my thigh. When I didn’t flinch or react he did it again, but this time lingering longer.

I must’ve forgotten it wasn’t a women’s hand when I let bahçelievler escort out an appreciative gasp, which encouraged him to explore further up towards my crutch. When I gasped again I could feel him fondling my cock and balls through my pyjama pants. By now, I had a very stiff erection and was breathing rapidly. Reaching inside my pyjamas, he commented on what a lovely cock I had, He particularly liked its large uncircumcised, mushroom head.

Without thinking, I lifted up my body to assist him in pulling down my pyjama pants whereupon he bent down and proceeded to lick my penis up and down the shaft and gently nibble and tongue my balls. Embarrassingly, this felt fantastic.

I was becoming desperate for relief and, after what seemed like an eternity, he placed my dick inside his mouth and alternated between rolling it around in his mouth and sucking it. Although I was ashamed and embarrassed I couldn’t hold back any longer and came in big spurts, which he enthusiastically swallowed. As I am a heavy cummer, my ejaculation took a lot longer than he expected and he seemed very satisfied with this turn of events, sitting back with a tummy very full of my cum.

That night was the beginning of my journey into my new life as a faggot. John was very patient over the next months and understanding about my three steps forwards and two steps back. I was constantly resisting, not wanting to admit that I liked gay sex.

After that first night, John didn’t try to initiate sex with me but kept up our chats and domestic life. It only took a few days until I woke up one morning with a stiffy that wouldn’t go down. I was as horny as I’d ever been and lay back in bed with a few tears running down my face with the slow realization that I might be gay, or at least bi.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I got out of bed and walked into the kitchen to find John having a cup of coffee. My erect penis was very obvious and I just stood there, not being confident enough to know what to do next and also too embarrassed. bakırköy escort John turned around in his chair and beckoned me to come over to him. Doing as I was told he soon had my pyjama pants down around my ankles and was sucking lovingly on my cock. His left hand wandered around to my bottom where he commenced stroking my buttocks before homing in on my anus where he gently inserted a finger. As soon as he did that I let out a big gasp and flooded his mouth and throat with cum. It was glorious. I could feel all the stress and anxiety drain out of my body, which left me feeling totally relaxed, and at peace.

This was a minor milestone as from then on found myself a little more willing to accept that I just might be bi. Up to that time, I hadn’t seen John naked, nor had I touched his body let alone his cock. This changed several days later.

Despite letting myself enjoy sex with John more, I was resisting and hanging onto the ridiculous idea that I was, somehow, still basically straight. One night, John suggested we get dressed up and go out for dinner. He chose a nice restaurant where we enjoyed (well mainly I did) a bottle of champagne with our meal. I was a bit tipsy when I walked out with him to the car and he had to help me a bit getting in. Once inside, I felt my cock getting stiff, straining against my cream coloured trousers. It obviously liked being romanced by a man.

Many thought ran through my head on the way home. Among them was that I was very horny and desperate for him to suck me off. Maybe I really was bi, or even gay. For the first time in my life, a feeling came over me of not being worried about being gay or bi or about being manly or not. I was just relaxed, very horny and needed sex. Looking back, the only sex running through my mind at that time was sex with a man.

John suggested we have a spa together to which I said I’d be all for. We both stripped of lit by the strong moonlight that was shining onto the outdoor deck. I hadn’t seen his body before and I almost came on the spot. He was başakşehir escort fairly solid but very hairy. All his body hair was grey including the thick hair around his cock and over his large balls. John was my mother’s cousin and big dicks must run in the family as his erection was even bigger than mine and the circumcised head of it was like a large plum.

Our first spa together was a great way finish to a very romantic evening. He sensed I was nervous so gently took my hand and placed it on his portly stomach. I experienced feelings that were just absent with women. I stroked and played with his hairy tummy and worked my way up to his big, erect nipples and chest. I was in heaven.

I nervously drew my hand down to his rigid, grey haired cock and started fondling and stroking it. This was the first time I’d ever touched another man and it was exhilarating. I was very worked up playing with his cock, feeling it, gently masturbating him and rolling his balls around in my hand. Suddenly, I had a need to be penetrated which I hadn’t experienced before but it felt right. OF course, I didn’t know if I would like it but it but my body seemed to crave it.

Whether it was the effect of the alcohol I don’t know, but I summoned up the courage to ask him to fuck me and he was as surprised as I was. John said the best way would be for me to sit on his cock facing him. After he returned with some lubricant, I did as I was told and began to impale myself. Although very horny, I was nervous, as I didn’t know if I could accommodate the large head of his cock but John took his time and was very careful not to hurt me. Eventually, I was fully penetrated and it felt better than expected. It was such a wonderful sensation and felt his cock was all the way up to my stomach. In fact, it was so good that I knew that I’d now want to be fucked regularly.

Slowly, I started bobbing up and down the shaft of his cock, lingering as his knob started to just come out of my bottom before sliding all the way down. Without much warning, John let out a guttural sigh and he filled my rectum with cum. I found out then that I wasn’t the only heavy cummer in the family. The excitement was too much and I started to squirt long ropes of cum all over his stomach.

We stayed locked together for some minutes, enjoying the wonderful feelings. For the first time in my life, I was fully sated.

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It had been three months since Rachel had dumped me. I was the only one to blame. For the past year, I had been neglecting her. I didn’t want to go on dates anymore. I didn’t give her much attention. And I spent way too much time online… late at night. What did I do? I watched gay porn, read gay stories and chatted with gay men! Yes, I was starting to figure out that I liked men more than women. I still found girls attractive. But I felt like I needed to be with men. But not any men: Strong, Dominant, Rough Men.

One day, even though I was always being careful clearing my browsing history, Rachel found out about my deep secrets. She called me a homo and left me on the spot. It only took about one hour for me to be on the street, with 2 suitcases, the clothes on my back, and, luckily, my iPhone charger!

So here I was, 90 days later, single, living alone in a small flat close to my workplace. Work was about the only thing that was stable in my life. As a marketing consultant, I worked with a large creative team. Even on those days when I arrived at work not feeling too well, my colleagues quickly put a smile on my face. I was also lucky to travel a lot for work. Little did I know that the next trip would change my life forever.

My conference was in a big and luxurious L.A hotel complex. About 2,000 professionals were in attendance. I was fortunate to have a room in that same hotel. I found that this always made things easier. I could go relax in my room between workshops, and had the luxury to leave the room a few minutes before the beginning of the conference.

I arrived at the hotel late in the evening, so I grabbed a quick bite, had a nightcap, and went straight to bed. I woke up at 5AM. That was my routine. I always got up early to train. I was now 40 years old, but in the best shape I had ever been. For the past five years, I had been training hard: marathons, a few Ironmen, muscle building sessions, healthy eating, etc. I was proud of my improvements.

I changed clothes and headed directly to the gym.

Surprisingly, the gym was busy! I hopped on the first available spinning bike, started my Garmin and my music, and started pedaling. I was in the zone. I was really pushing myself. After about 20 minutes of intense intervals, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I stopped my music and slowed down.

“Hey man. So sorry buddy, but I think you dropped your room card.” The guy standing beside my bike was… well… he was a fucking hunk! About 6 feet tall, blond, blue eyes, fit. I was in very good shape, but my thing was mostly cardio. This guy was ataşehir escort cut!

“Oh wow, thanks man, I appreciate it”, I said, giggling.

He smiled at me, and hopped on the bike beside me.

“I’m Matt.” He shook my hand.

“I’m Bradley. Nice to meet you Matt. Are you here for the conference?”

“Yeah. This is my favorite marketing conference. Love visiting L.A. “, he said. “What about you, what’s your story?”

“Well… I’m from Boston. I’ve been at this conference five times already. I’m actually hosting a workshop about small businesses and social media today.”

“That’s awesome buddy. I’ll make sure to add that one to my list.”

We chatted like this for about 20 minutes. My pace was obviously more relaxed, but that was ok. I had made a friend, and he was cute! I went back to my room, took a nice long shower, jerked off thinking about my new friend, got ready and headed down to the conference. I was a little bit nervous. The workshop I was hosting was set for 3:30 PM. But I first had to attend the opening conference.

The conference was interesting, and lunch was even better. But I had butterflies. I was always a little bit nervous before hosting a workshop. At 3 PM, I went in the Churchill Room, where the small business workshop would take place. There were about 100 seats in the room. Of course, I was hoping to fill the room. Most people base their workshop choices on the speaker’s bio. There’s always some kind of friendly competition between speakers; we all want to attract the most people. So I was very proud to see a full room! About 30 people were standing at the back of the room, unable to find a seat.

So I started. I broke the ice with a few good jokes. People were into it. I was in full control. Everything was going well. About 60 minutes in, I asked the attendees if they had questions. I saw a few hands up, but one in particular caught my attention. It was Matt. I blushed a little, and pointed in his direction.

“First, I want to say that this was an amazing workshop, Mr. Garcia.” I smiled. He was so fucking hot. “How can small businesses reach their full marketing potential with limited marketing budgets?”

I smiled at him and answered his question. I was surprised that I was able to focus on my response. I was hypnotized by his beauty. I then answered a few more questions, and that was the end of the workshop. It was a huge success. I was proud. But I had one thing in mind: Matt.

As I exited the room, I saw him. Was he waiting for me?

“Hey Bradley. That was avcılar escort an awesome workshop, the best I’ve seen in years!”

“Oh wow, thanks so much Matt. You’re so nice. I’m always a little bit nervous. But I think it went pretty well.”

“It did! You rocked it! Would you like to get a drink at the bar? I don’t really feel like going to the 4PM conference.” I smiled, nodded, and we went to the bar. We chatted for about two hours. We talked mostly about work and sports. But then, after a few drinks and both of us feeling tipsy, Matt surprised me.

“I like you, Brad. I like you a lot. Do you have a boyfriend?”

I blushed. I was bright red.

“Well… huh… no… I’m single.”

“Oh, nice!” He was smiling. I knew at that time that he wanted me. But I didn’t know how to react. I had never been in this kind of situation. Matt then ordered shooters. It was about 6 PM. After the 3rd shooter, Matt moved and sat next to me. He whispered in my ear.

“I want you baby. I want you bad.” And he put his room card in my jean pocket. He got up and left.

I was nervous. But I was rock hard. I knew I had to go. It was now or never. So I decided to go to room 814. In front of the door, I hesitated, with the key in my hand. As I was about to turn around and go to my room, the door opened.

“Come in Brad.” So in I went. He had poured two glasses of Glenlivet. He was sitting on the bed. I took the chair beside the bed

“You’re so cute, Brad. For some reason, I feel like you might not have too much experience with guys. Am I right?”

“Hum well yes. I mean, no. I have no experience at all.”

Matt got up, and came close to the chair. He took my hand and placed it on his bulge.

“You will please a man for the first time tonight baby. I’m going to make you my own little faggot. And there’s no turning back, baby. Once you have a cock in you, you will never go back to pussy. Never.” I had a huge hard-on. I knew how important this moment was for me, for my future. This was the moment I had been waiting for so long.

Matt unzipped his pants, and took out a beautiful cock. About 8 inches long. He placed my hand on it.

“Get on your knees bitch.” I dropped to my knees. He slapped his cock on my cheeks, and then placed it close to my lips. I kissed it. It smelled good. I wanted to taste it. I wanted him to fuck my mouth. So I opened my mouth. And he pushed it in. Inch by inch. It didn’t take long for me to gag.

“Hmmm yes gag on my cock, bitch. You’re such a good slut. Taking my cock on the first alanya escort date! I’m going to fuck that mouth so hard baby!” And he did. He started fucking my mouth as if it was a pussy. I was gagging, but I still managed to suck him good. And then I felt his body tense up. I knew he would cum. I was about to take my first load. I was about to become a real bitch.

“Fucking whore. Take my load you little bitch. I’m making you my faggot!” And he came! He shot most of his load in my mouth, and I swallowed most of it. He shot the last few drops on my face. It felt so good. I felt so fucking slutty. I wanted more.

“Hmmm sweetie. You’re such a good bitch! You know what’s next sweetie. I’m gonna take your virgin pussy.” I was so horny. I wanted to please him so bad. He ordered me to take all my clothes off, and led me to the bed. He laid me down on my back, and brought me to the edge of the bed.

“I’m gonna breed you, little bitch.” He lifted my legs, giving him full access to my virgin ass. “This will make you mine, baby. You will remember this cock for the rest of your life. I want to mark you baby.” He suddenly bent down, and burried his face between my ass cheeks. I felt his tongue on my asshole. He pushed it in. It felt so fucking good.

“Are you ready for your first cock sweetie?” I nodded. He put his hands on my hips, and I felt him penetrate me. He was being careful and soft at first, but it didn’t take long for him to be rougher with me.

“You’re my fucking whore, bitch! Say it!”

“I’m your whore. I’m your bitch. Please fuck me”, I surprised myself saying. And that’s when he started pounding me hard. I mean HARD. He was fucking me like an animal. It hurt. But I was moaning. I can’t explain why I loved it so much. I could tell how good I was making him feel, and that aroused me so fucking bad. I felt slutty. I was where I was meant to be! Matt was actually helping me recognize what I truly was: a faggot slut.

“Hmmm you fucking whore. I’m gonna fill that pussy! You’re such a good fucking whore. Are you ready for my load baby? I’m gonna fill you and breed you baby.” I knew it was coming. He was going to fill my tight hole with his precious seed. I was moaning like a true bitch.

“Take my load, bitch!” He was out of breath, but so was I. He was filling my virgin pussy and I loved it. I continued moaning. When he was done, he layed down besides me and started stroking my cock. It took about 30 seconds for me to shoot a huge load on my belly, and on his fingers. He took most of it to my lips.

“A good slut doesn’t waste a drop of cum, baby.” So I ate my own cum. He kissed me deeply, his tongue deep in my mouth.

“You’re an amazing lover, baby. I’m serious. I think this will be the best conference ever!” He hugged me. We kissed and I fell asleep in his arms, smiling. I was finally becoming what I had been wanting for so long.

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I was working late in the office, but I wasn’t the last one to switch off my PC and go home. Scott, the new boy, tall dark and skinny, was still sat at his computer. I was puzzled what he was still doing there: having only started last week, he couldn’t have had a backlog of work yet.

Scott had given me lingering looks before, as if he was checking me out. I stood next to him at the urinals on his second day, and I was sure I caught him looking down at my dick. That seemed a little unfair, so as he looked up again, I caught a glimpse of his. He certainly wasn’t modestly hiding it. He had undone all his trouser buttons, pulled down his underpants, and sat his ball-sack on top of the elastic. Below a cloud of dark brown pubic fur was slung his circumcised dick – long and slim and smooth like the rest of him.

Now, don’t get me wrong, normally I’m as straight as the next man: my cock has been up its fair share of pussies, and the idea of fucking a man’s arse was not something that seems at all attractive. But at the urinals that day, after that fleeting glance at this strangers semi-flaccid dick, I could feel mine swelling a little.

Tonight as I tapped away the last few figures into a spreadsheet, I could feel Scott’s eyes lingering at me over his monitor again.

It was raining outside, and I had to cycle home. As cycling to work was my only exercise, I was determined to do it in all weathers, even tonight. I shut down my computer at about 8pm, when darkness had fully fallen. I moved over to where the coathooks were holding my change of clothes on the wall.

“You off?” Scott raised his voice.
“Yep, just gonna change into my waterproof gear – hope you don’t mind – it’s pissing it down out there.”
“Want a lift?”
“No thanks, I’ve got my bike.”

I removed my shoes, my necktie, my suit jacket, and my trousers and folded them into a pile. I took waterproof trousers, jacket and sports shoes from my back pack, bursa eskortlar and replaced them with my suit. I don’t know why, perhaps to tease Scott, but I decided to remove my white shirt at well. Normally I’d wear it under my anorak, but for some reason I decided to bear my chest. I stood there in just my white jockey shorts for a while, the tight material clearly showing the contours of my genitals. After parading about for a minute, I pulled on my waterproof trousers and jacket, ties my shoes, and shouted “Bye” across the office.

At traffic lights I held up my arm to signal left, and waited for them to change from red. A wide puddle lined the corner kerb. As the lights went green, I turned, slowly peddling through the puddle. From the right came an estate car, apparently inconsiderate, fast through the puddle, spraying me with gallons of water, and making me loose my balance. I landed on my side, half off my bike, my two hands holding me up on the kerb.

“Fucking dick!” I shouted at the car.

Its brake lights came on, and it indicated it was parking at the kerb. The driver’s door opened, and out stepped Scott. He ran over, apologising and panicking. My front wheel was bent and buckled. I was shaking.

“Now I’ll have to offer you a lift,” he said.

Back at his flat, I left my bike in the boot of his car, and dripped my way up the two flights of stairs to his front door. He put on soft lighting and the kettle, and took me to his bathroom. He started to run a hot bath, indicating it was for me. He pulled out a large soft towel from the airing cupboard, handed it to me, and left the bathroom with a very guilty look on his face.

Looking down, I could see that my hands and fingers were grazed from their scrape on the kerb, and I realised I wasn’t even going to be able to turn the bath taps off, let alone pull down the zipper on my waterproof jacket. I called for Scott.

He put his head around the door, sheepishly. I just showed him my hands.

“Shit. bursa bayan escort They need cleaning up. I can’t tell you how sorry I am. Let me help you.”

Scott unzipped my anorak to reveal my wet torso, muddy down the left side and goosepimpled with cold. As he slipped it over my shoulders, he let his hands run over my tense nipples, and flashed a look at my eyes to see my reaction. He gently took the jacket over my hands and then led me over to the basin.

I faced the mirror over the basin, and saw Scott press against my back and put his chin on my shoulder. He turned on the taps, filled the sink, and lowered my hand into the water, gently easing out the grit and cleaning off the mud and blood.

Gently, I said, “Thanks” – the first words uttered for a good couple of minutes.
He whispered, “That’s okay” softly into my ear.
I’m sure I could feel his dick swelling against my backside.

After pulling out the plug from the basin, it was obvious I was going to need more help. “Er… this is a bit embarrassing,” I said, nodding toward the bath and showing him my sore hands.

The bubbles were now reaching the brim, and Scott bent over and turned off the taps. He stepped back over to me, and pulled down my waterproof trousers. There I was standing in just my white jockey shorts again, Scott still fully suited. He pulled the trousers over my feet and looking directly at my crotch, said, “This seems a little unfair, let me even things out a bit.”

As I stood there looking direct into his eyes, he threw his jacket in the corner, pulled off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, ripped off both socks, and stood there in just his trousers.

“Keeping your trousers on?” I asked, trying not to sound too disappointed.
“I’ve gone commando today,” he said.
“So?”

He undid the top two buttons and let his trousers drop to the floor. Up sprung a semi-hard circumcised dick – long and slim and smooth like the rest of him. He stepped over to me, dropped to his knees, and pulled down my jockey shorts with such thrust that when my semi –hard dick sprung up, it hit him on the chin.

He stood up fully, only an inch apart from me, and our two dicks crossed. He brushed the wet fringe from my eyes (now wet as much with sweat as with rain) and we looked at each other nervously for a second, before both launching confidently into a kiss. He had his hand on my arse, (because of my grazed palms, I had my wrist on his) and we pulled ourselves together closer. Our dicks were now as stiff as cycle pumps.

We sidestepped into the bath, still kissing, and lowered ourselves to our knees. After a minute Scott pulled away and my eyes were shut. From under the bubbles found a soapy sponge. He washed my upper body and then with one hand on my shoulder, he began to wash my dick with the sponge.

My eyes rolled back in my head, and now and then Scott would lean forward and gently bite my lip.
Short sharp bursts of breath indicated that I was gonna come quickly – I was really turned on – and so Scott increased the speed of his soap tugging. When I came, I spurted all over his dick, my mouth gaping wide and tears on my cheek with ecstasy.

As Scott leant back sitting on his heels, he pushed my head down to suck my come off his dick. With my hands behind my back, my head pumped up and down on his long shaft, occasionally guided his hand. Occasionally he gripped his own tight balls. I ran my tongue around his firm head and lick the pre-cum from the eye of his dick. Suddenly Scott would jerk like he was gonna come, and I got ready to suck down his dick juice. But I knew he was gonna come when he whimpered and moaned, resting his hands on my head and kneeling up fully. “Ohhhh!” he exclaimed, as jets of warm come hit the back of my mouth, and I gulped it down.

As I pulled away, a little drop of come rested on the corner of my mouth, and Scott kissed it off. We embraced and fell back in the bath in the same direction. In the hot water we rested a while, grinning inanely and waiting for out dicks to come back to life. To tell the truth, I was wondering how I was going to towel myself off with my sore hands.

Perhaps I’ll end the story one day…

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My name is Jose and I’m a first generation Mexican-American. I’m the first person in my family to go to college and so far, my freshman year hasn’t been everything I expected. I thought I’d be going home with a different girl every week. Some guys have a real skill with picking up women, but I don’t. My roommate Stephen is even worse, mostly because he’s always smoking grass. He went to a boarding school in Connecticut, and I think they smoke a lot of grass up there. He’s fair-skinned and tall but wiry, I think from playing so much lacrosse. So we don’t look anything alike.

A few Thursday nights ago, I went to bed early and Stephen went out drinking with his buddies. He came in after midnight and stumbled into bed. He tried not to make noise, but I did wake up. I pretended like I was sleeping because I didn’t want to have a conversation with him. A few minutes later, I heard his covers rustling and I looked over. He was laying naked on top of the bed and stroking his cock. I had an early class in the morning and I was a little annoyed. It was almost pathetic looking at Stephen tugging on his soft cock trying to make it come bursa escort to life.

I laid there for a minute watching him. I’m not gay or anything, but my cock started getting hard. Stephen didn’t notice me getting up. His eyes were closed and he kept jerking himself off. I walked to his side of the room, grabbed his bottle of conditioner off the shelf next to his bed, and poured about half the bottle onto his crotch. As soon as I started pouring, Stephen stopped, opened his eyes and asked what I was doing. I didn’t say anything but I put my hand around his cock and started stroking it. He made a feeble attempt to stop me, but I barked at him to put his hands behind his head. With only a little protest, he did what I told him.

It didn’t take long for his cock to get hard. He just laid there with his eyes closed as I played with his cock and balls. I’ve never touched a cock other than my own, and it was kind of fun feeling it get hard in my hands. I squeezed his slippery cock and pulled up and down on it. Stephen spread his legs and bent his knees up just a little. I began to gently finger the bursa eskort bayan rim of his asshole. After a minute or two, my lubed-up fingers were sliding in and out of his ass. His cock was so hard I thought he might orgasm.

I slid off my underpants and climbed on the bed between his spread legs. I assume he noticed but he didn’t say anything. With my cock in one hand and his cock in the other, I put the swollen head of my cock against his anus and pushed barely a little.

He said “no, I’m not gay.”

I didn’t stop squeezing and pulling on his cock as I pushed a little further into his asshole. He made a small grimace and then moaned but otherwise didn’t move. With his eyes still closed, he said again, “I’m not gay, we can’t do this.” But his cock was hard and so was mine. Still kneeling between his legs, I pushed slowly all the way into him. I leaned over, put my weight on his chest, and he opened his legs further. A minute or two later, I was on top of him sliding my cock in and out of him slowly but firmly. Neither of us said anything, but I was breathing heavily into his ear. I could feel the tension in his body and his hard cock against me.

I wasn’t in a hurry, so I just slowly slid my cock in and out of him. His asshole was tight around my cock, and from the way he responded, it was clear he was a virgin. His eyes were still closed but his legs were wide open.

After a few more strokes, we made eye contact briefly and I kissed him hard, shoving my tongue into his mouth. The kiss only lasted a few seconds. I rolled off him, pushed him onto his stomach and got on top of him. I told him to stick his ass up and my cock found its way into him. With my arms over his shoulders I pushed myself into him as hard and deep as I could. After a few more long strokes, his body shuddered and then went limp. I hadn’t cum yet, so I told him to stick his ass up so I could finish. He stuck his ass up but laid there motionless as I fucked him as hard as I could. It didn’t take long, and I pushed as deep into him as I came. A few strokes later, I pulled my spent cock out of him and rolled off of him.

Neither of us said a word. I grabbed a towel and went off to shower. When I got back to the room, he was sleeping. I slept well that night and made it to class on time the next morning. We haven’t said anything about it, but the next time he comes back to the dorm drunk, he’s going to be sucking my cock before I fuck him.

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To say that Kelly had enjoyed the last session would be an understatement. I had expected a week or so to pass before we could set up another meeting, but the very next day after a class at the gym she came up to me with a huge smile on her face.

“Last night was so amazing,” she said, “I get instantly wet just thinking about it. I’ve managed to arrange the kids to be with their dad this weekend, I don’t suppose you and Anji are free on Saturday?”

As it happened, we were, and I knew just what we had in mind, as Anjali and I had discussed this the previous night after Kelly had left. Although Anjali had been very happy to take the lead with Kelly in introducing her to the joys of watersports, her natural inclination and preference was to be a sub, and specifically, a lesbian sub. And the more lesbians — and the more sub — the better!

“We wondered if, given you clearly like taking charge of an exercise class, you’d like to be in charge of Anji for the evening? You’re very good at giving instructions!” I replied, hoping she wouldn’t take offence.

“OMG” she gasped, “I’d been wondering the exact same thing. I like being taught things, but it’s nice to be in charge every now and then”. Clearly great minds were thinking alike, and we arranged for Kelly to come to visit that weekend. Knowing what Anji found particularly arousing, I also arranged for Kelly to meet me first when she arrived so I could dress her appropriately, while Anji would be getting ready in another room.

After that the weekend could not come quick enough. We even abstained from watching any porn in order to build up the desire, so by the time Saturday afternoon came round we were both feeling horny as hell. At last 7pm arrived, and the doorbell sounded. And there should Kelly, looking slightly nervous, but kindly carrying a bottle of bubbly which I have to say did not last long.

After we’d cracked open a second bottle — and making sure neither girl made any trips to the loo — Kelly and I set off downstairs while Anji went upstairs to dress — or undress, depending on your point of view. After descending the stairs to the dungeon, I led Kelly to the rack of clothes we had along one wall. I had already picked out what I knew Anji would like, and I hoped that they would fit Kelly. Luckily — for me! – Kelly had never worn latex before, and was happy to receive my help in getting dressed.

We first stripped her naked, and gave her an all over coating of silicon oil. I have to confess my cock was rigid as I helped with this, and I was half tempted to abandon the session and start playing with Kelly there and then, but I had promised Anji that this would be her evening. I selected a latex garter belt, with four wide suspender straps on each side, and helped slide it up and around Kelly’s waist. I then picked some black, footless stockings, turned them inside out and applied a very thin layer of oil, then reversed them again, and helped Kelly slide them up over her long, tanned legs. Although much more muscular than Anjali because of her job, we managed this without too much effort and the effect was amazing — I almost came on the spot.

Attaching the clips to the top of the stockings, I picked out a butt plug, lubed it and slid it into Kelly’s willing ass. Then we selected a pair of split crotch latex panties and lubed and slid these up over her legs, before choosing some black, shiny platform shoes with 5 inch heels. Although more usually in trainers, I knew Kelly was more than happy in heels as she’d worn them on a previous visit. I tied a black choker around her neck, and finally, a black PVC bustier with 5 buckles on the front was fastened around her body. With a 1/4 cup pushing up her generous boobs, Kelly looked stunning — and she knew it. She could not take her eyes off herself in the mirror, and her fingers kept reaching down to flicker against her hairless pussy. I got some latex shine and applied it to her legs and panties and buffed it until the sleek, skin-tight stockings shone. It was time to call down Anji!

Anji had selected some sheer white stockings which set off her brown legs perfectly, and matched these with a pearl g-string — one of her favourites — and a lacy bra. Although not as generously endowed as Kelly, she was gorgeously shaped, with pert nipples already showing through the fabric. I saw her eyes widen when she saw Kelly, and caught her breath.

“Oh my God” she stammered, unable to take her eyes escort bursa off her. Kelly looked across, but did not smile.

“OK, bitch, you know you’re mine for the evening, don’t you?” she snarled, “You’re mine to do whatever I like with, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes” replied Anjali.

“Yes WHAT?” came the stern response.

“Yes, Mistress” Anji replied.

Kelly picked up a ball gag, choker and lead, walked over to Anjali, and pulled her hair back, forcing her mouth open. Leaning over, she spat into Anji’s mouth and shut it again.

“You’re going to be my bitch and clean my ass, lick my pussy and drink my pee, aren’t you, you worthless slut?” she demanded.

“Yes Mistress, I’m going to be your ass-licking, cunt cleaning and piss drinking slut, Mistress” Anji replied meekly, having swallowed Kelly’s spit in the meantime.

“That’s better” responded Kelly, before she took the ball gag and tied it in Anjali’s mouth, then fastened the choker tightly round her neck and attached a lead.

“On the floor, slut” she said, and forced Anji to her hands and knees, before walking her round the room like a pet. I knew this was something Anji had been fantasising about — in fact I had told Kelly this earlier — and was delighted to see her adopting a suitably submissive attitude. I knew she was up for much more significant domination, but accepted that this would emerge both tonight and in the sessions to come.

After a couple of turns round the room, Kelly led Anji to the gynae chair, removed her panties and helped her climb in. She strapped her legs into the stirrups that held her thighs apart, and her arms were tied so that she lay spreadeagled on her back. The lead she tied to the back of the chair so there was a bit of tension on Anji’s choker, but not too much. Kelly removed the ball gag, then reached behind her, and took the butt plug out of her own ass.

“Lick this, you worthless cunt” she commanded, and forced the bulb into Anji’s mouth. Her eyes wide, Anji did as she was commanded, and enthusiastically sucked and licked the plug, before Kelly returned it to its original home inside her, and replaced the gag. Picking up a set of nipple and clit pumps from the cabinet, she proceeded to apply these to Anji, pushing the bra cups and g-string to one side.

She then picked up a pair of small clamps, each attached to a short length of cord, and each clamp was attached to Anji’s labia. Picking up some packing tape, Kelly pulled each labia back in turn, sticking the cord to Anji’s thigh with the tape, so that Anji’s pussy was spread wide and held wide open. Anji managed a moan as each clamp was applied, as the jaws dug into her soft, moist flesh, and I could see the soft pink folds inside her pussy exposed to the air. Finally, Kelly inserted a butt plug into Anji’s ass, her eyes widening as the bulb pushed inside her ring, but settling down as her sphincter accepted the intrusion.

Having got Anjali how she wanted her, Kelly stood up, and from the cabinet retrieved a small box and a jar of lube. Opening the box, she revealed a set of sounds, each glistening steel, of different diameters.

“We’re going to have some fun with your peehole!” she announced, returning to the chair, and I heard Anji’s breathing get shorter and shorter. Although she loved all forms of urine play, I knew she had never been sounded before, but desperately wanted to try. Kelly selected a narrow sound to start with, and stuck it in her mouth to warm it up. After a few seconds, she withdrew it, coated the end in lube, and knelt between Anji’s legs.

She rubbed the end of the narrow rod up and down the moist pussy, just touching the pink flesh, and Anji writhed in anticipation. She was moaning almost constantly, now, but this stopped as Kelly moved the tip of the rod, and oh-so-gently gently circled her urethra. I could see Anji tense up as she felt it tickle her sensitive flesh, and she gave a short gasp as the end pushed gently inside her. 1mm, then 2mm, then 3, until a centimetre had disappeared inside her. Anji had almost stopped breathing and her eyes were rolled back.

“You love it, don’t you, bitch?” whispered Kelly, and and Anji moaned in affirmation. “Let’s see what you can take” Kelly continued, then proceeded to slowly slide the metal probe in and out of the pink hole, each time going in and out a little further, in and out. Anji was by now quivering. The gag prevented her from making any eskort bursa coherent sound, but the constant groan certainly indicated she was enjoying it.

The tight straps on her arms and legs, and the choker around her neck prevented her from moving much at all, so all she could do was engage with the extraordinary and hitherto unexperienced feeling of a smooth rod sliding in and out of a part of her body that had never before been penetrated. The sound was now sliding in and out up to 10cm deep, and Kelly looked impressed.

“You’re a dirty fucking slut, aren’t you?” she asked, “I bet there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for me is I asked you to, is there?” Anji managed a grunt and a quick shake of her head indicated that she would indeed be willing to be Kelly’s total fuck-toy, should she so desire it.

“Let’s try something a little larger” said Kelly, as she took a wider sound from the box and prepared it as before. The new rod was maybe 8-9mm in diameter, almost twice as wide as the previous one. She positioned her head just above the glistening pussy, and as she withdrew the first sound, she clamped her mouth over the urethra, which gave out a short jet of urine as Anji’s groin muscles contracted with the sensation.

“Mmmmmm” she groaned as she tipped her head back, gargled with the hot piss, then swallowed it. I almost came on the spot. It had taken only a couple of weeks for Kelly to transform from the demure gym teacher into a pee drinking Domme, and clad in the shiny black latex, she looked every bit a goddess.

“Let’s try this one” she murmered, and tickled the smooth, rounded end of the sound around the twitching urethra. “Just relax” she said to Anji, as she probed gently, and then, with a short intake of breath by the helpless sub, the end disappeared inside her.

The increase in size was significant, and Rchel took her time getting the narrow passageway used to the intruder, but it wasn’t long before she was able to slide the larger model in and out with just as much ease as the previous one. It was hard for me to tell, but it even appeared that Anji was taking even more than the 10cm she had managed on the previous occasion. After a couple of minutes playing, Kelly removed the clit pump from Anji’s engorged mound, and indicated to me to pass her a vibrator.

I selected an Hitachi wand from the cabinet and passed it to her. With her left arm looked around Anji’s thigh, Kelly teased the buzzing toy on her pulsing clit, while with her right hand she continued to fuck her urethra with the sound. The effect on Anjali was overwhelming. Although unable to move, her body tensed and contorted and it was obvious that an overwhelming orgasm was about to erupt.

“Mmmmnnnggggg” was about the only sound she could manage, before a final spasm ripped through her body. Just as it did so, Kelly withdrew the sound and a huge jet of piss burst forth from Anji’s pussy. Kelly let the stream flow for a couple of seconds, before clamping her mouth over the gaping cunt again. Her eyes widened as she took the full force of the stream directly into her mouth, but this time rather than swallow it she filled her mouth and stood up. Leaning over Anjali’s flushed and sweating face, she pulled the gag aside, and dribbled the amber nectar back into Anji’s thirsty mouth.

“What do you say, slut?” she asked.

Anji could only stammer “Thank you, Mistress” as she gratefully swallowed her own hot, salty piss.

“I guess you’ve earned some reward now” said Kelly as she released the choker lead so Anji could move her head and see her more clearly. Walking over to the toilet in the corner of the room, she removed her latex panties and the butt plug, and proceeded to pee not just into the toilet, but on the toilet, and all over the surrounding floor.

“Oh dear, I seem to have had an accident” she smiled, “I wonder how I can clean that all up?” She looked at her sub still strapped to the gynae chair. “It’s lucky I have a worthless cunt who likes cleaning up pee available to help” she said as she walked back to the chair, and proceeded to untie the straps and remove the nipple pumps.

Anji stretched her aching limbs and tried to stand up.

“On your knees, you useless bitch” snarled Kelly, “Now clean me!” She thrust her groin forward and pulled back her pussy lips, and Anji willingly complied — this was a task she was very happy to complete! Licking all over the wet cunt, she cleaned it of pee, pushing her tongue into the moist slit to ensure she took in every drop. She even ran her tongue down and round towards Kelly’s ass to clean up every drop.

“That’s enough!” said Kelly, who then took the lead in her hand, and led a submissive Anji on her hands and knees towards the toilet. “Let’s get the floor cleaned first” she commanded, as she pushed Anji flat on the floor. With Anji face down in a pool of piss, she rested one shoe on the side of her face. In her latex outfit, with a willing sub at her feet, Kelly looked the epitome of a professional domme.

She leant over, and used Anji’s long, dark hair to mop up some of the lake of pee. Pushing her head back, she forced Anji to open her mouth, and squeezed the still warm piss out of Anji’s hair into her gaping mouth.

“Swallow that” she commanded, and then helped Anji squirm and writhe on the floor as she soaked the rest of the hot urine into her bra, panties and stockings, covering her body in the process.

Anji did an excellent job, sucking up pools of piss and swallowing them, although at one stage Kelly commanded her to dribble a mouthful of pee into her own mouth, which she mixed with her own saliva and than proceeded to spray back all over Anji’s face, soaking her further. Anji was by this stage a complete mess, her mascara and lipstick were smeared all over her wet face, her hair soaked and tangled, and her clothes sodden and dishevelled. But I knew she was loving it!

“Come on, let’s get this toilet clean as well” instructed Kelly, leading Anji on her hands and knees towards the porcelain bowl. I knew full well that this was one of Anji’s most arousing tasks, but Kelly watched in amazement as Anji proceeded to enthusiastically lick all round the outside of the bowl, then the top and bottom of the seat, and then the rim of the bowl itself. It had been in a pristine state at the start of the evening, and before long it returned to that start, as Anji’s eager pink tongue made short work of cleaning up all the glistening drops and pools of piss.

She hungrily swallowed down each mouthful, glancing across to Kelly for approval from time to time. Kelly was clearly turned on watching her sub demean herself so totally and was feverishly rubbing her own clit, legs spread to expose herself as fully as she could.

“Shall I clean the inside, Mistress?” quietly asked Anji. Kelly glanced at me as this was not something we’d discussed before, but I gave a slight nod.

“Of course you have to clean the inside, you stupid bitch” she replied, “You don’t think I’m going to do that myself, do you?”

“Of course, Mistress” came the obedient reply, and the willing sub bent over the bowl and proceeded to lick round the inside as well, starting at the top and working her way down. Kelly looked at me again, and made a slight pushing down movement of her hand with a quizzical look on her face. I nodded again — I knew Anji only too well! – and Kelly, still fingering her clit, walked over to her kneeling servant.

“I think you need a drink, don’t you?” she whispered, and, holding Anji’s by her hair, pushed her face down into the mixture of water and piss at the bottom of the bowl. A sucking and swallowing noise followed as Kelly kept her face submerged for several seconds, before yanking her head back. Anji was gasping for breath but looking very pleased with herself, urine and water running down her front and dripping from her chin.

“More please Mistress” she managed to stammer, before Kelly, with a look of amazement, forced her head down again, all the while fingering her own pussy with her spare hand. This time, she kept pressing down until Anji could take it no more and forced her head back, swallowing and spluttering. Her eyes were now bloodshot and she was utterly drenched. Kelly, who had been making growingly more intense groans, was clearly on the point of orgasm herself.

Holding Anji’s face directly in front of her own dripping cunt she screamed as wave after wave of contraction ripped through her body, and she even managed a further short burst of hot urine directly into Anji’s face.

But eventually the spasms died down, and both girls collapsed in each others’ arms on the floor. Kelly was kissing and licking Anji’s face, and gently caressing her sodden hair.

“Oh my fucking god” she whispered, “I’ve never come so fucking hard in all my life. I had no idea what I was capable of”. Anji’s face, though wrecked, was a picture of perfect bliss.

“I’m your toilet” she whispered back, “I’m your fucking toilet. I’ll do whatever you command me to, Mistress”. And at that moment, I had no reason to disbelieve her!

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My name is Steve Victor. A six-foot-three, broad-shouldered, muscular and dare I say extremely good-looking young Black man currently living in Virginia. This year has been the year of changes for me. I graduated from Castor Academy, an all-male private boarding school in Boston, Massachusetts, and got accepted into Saint Theresa College. It’s a private, deeply religious school located in rural Virginia. Originally, it was a women’s institution for well over two hundred years, but three years ago they voted to admit men. The college is now home to ten thousand students, and half of them are men. Unfortunately, there are only eighteen hundred Black students, and I’m one of them.

I wasn’t too sure what to make of Saint Theresa College when I got there. I expected a stuffy, elitist, all-white, female-dominated place. It was quite different. Well, it was still mostly white, but that’s what you get for living in the great state of Virginia. The school originally offered Women’s Archery, Basketball, Bowling, Cross Country, Fencing, Field Hockey, Lacrosse, Ice Hockey, Rifle, Rugby, Softball, Soccer, Swimming, Track, Volleyball, Water Polo and Wrestling. For club sports, they offered Women’s Cycling, Equestrian and Boxing. The Equestrian Club recently became coed, with five male Equestrians among its roster of twelve. With the arrival of the male students, the school added new athletic opportunities for the men. They started Men’s teams in Archery, Basketball, Baseball, Bowling, Cross Country, Fencing, Football, Ice Hockey, Lacrosse, Rifle, Rugby, Soccer, Swimming, Track, Volleyball, Water Polo and Wrestling. For club sports, they offered Men’s Cycling, Rowing and Boxing.

My first day at Saint Theresa College, I tried out for the Football team. I made it, too. I was selected to be an offensive lineman. That’s cool with me because that’s what I liked doing. I played football for Castor Academy back in high school. I loved it. It’s an experience which I will never forget. The Football coach, Michael Slade was a tall, burly Black man in his early fifties. He was also the Director of Athletics for the college. His daughter Emily Slade was the Captain of the Women’s Rugby team. She was rather famous, having being a high school wrestler and football player before joining the college varsity Women’s Rugby team. His son Arthur Slade, a tall and bulky, bald-headed Black guy was on the college’s Men’s Wrestling team. I guess everyone’s an athlete in this family. I would get to know the Slade family quite intimately. As for their mother, Sarah Jefferson Slade, she was the Director of Admissions for Saint Theresa College, as well as an alumnus of the school.

My roommate was a six-foot-tall, good-looking, red-haired and green-eyed Irishman named Manny Des. He was on the Saint Theresa College Men’s Basketball team. bursa escortlar He was sexy as hell. The first time I laid eyes on him, I saw something familiar. Yep, he was like me. A bisexual stud. I trust we were going to get along wonderfully. Manny Des was going out with a tall, sexy blonde named Ellen Grey, of the Saint Theresa College Women’s Soccer team. They made quite the cute couple. I met Ellen. She was a nice gal. sometimes, I hung out with Manny and his girlfriend. I had a lot of fun with them. I just wished Ellen would stop trying to fix me up with her girlfriends. I liked all kinds of women. However, there’s one type of chick I liked most. A brick house. I’m talking a tall, thick-bodied, big-bottomed and sensuous woman, preferably Black or Hispanic. You know what I’m talking about? Cool. I’ve hooked up with a few white chicks. They were fun. However, I like me a woman with a big ass. White chicks with big asses are rare. They’re out there, though. I just didn’t seem to run into one at Saint Theresa College. There weren’t a lot of Black women around either, so I found myself a somewhat frustrated brother.

Now, I was a young Black man in a rather unfamiliar environment. I had legions of female admirers. Lots of chicks go crazy for a good-looking Black stud in a college football jersey. However, I had read headlines about Black male athletes getting in trouble with the law over females. Yep. I wasn’t oblivious to that, or so overconfident that I thought it couldn’t happen to me. I didn’t want to sex up some chick, especially a white chick, and have her say that I sexually harassed her or worse. Yeah, besides, females can be too much trouble. At that point in my life, I decided to focus on the men. There were tons of good-looking young men at Saint Theresa College. Black men, White men, Asian men and Latino men. Sexy studs. Jocks of all types. Football studs. Hockey gods. Basketball superstars. Burly Wrestlers. Muscular Baseball champs. Lithe Volleyball players. Stocky Rugby men. Lean and nimble Swimmers. Agile Track men. Yeah, all kinds of studs. Yeah, an endless parade of good-looking men of all colors, shapes and sizes. An unlimited supply of fun to be had, if I played my cards right. I lucked out. I didn’t even have to leave my room to find some fun. It found me.

I was returning back to my dorm after a grilling afternoon at football practice. The Saint Theresa College football team was the newest member of the National Collegiate Athletic Association. We were operating at the Division Three level. We had a shot at taking our division title and coach Slade wasn’t letting us forget it. The man was really tough, and didn’t cut us much slack. He was tough on his own kids. I had classes with Arthur and Emily Slade. Apparently, coach was also tough at home. He expected bursa escort Emily to be the best damn Rugby Player on the women’s team. He also expected Arthur to reach the State Wrestling Championships in his weight class. Talk about high expectations!

I sometimes hung out with Arthur and Emily. Lots of the school jocks, both male and female, hung out together. Emily was a tall, thick and bodacious young Black woman with a pretty face, large breasts, wide waist and a plump bubble butt. I could tell that she was sweet on me. Truth be told, I was attracted to her too. But I wasn’t going to make a move on the football coach’s daughter. I was still a freshman and I didn’t want to get cut from the football team. I mean, I came to college to get a degree in engineering, but I also had hopes of being an outstanding football player. Who knows? Maybe if I was good enough, I might get drafted into the National Football League. Wouldn’t that be something? No thank you, Emily. I’m going to have to pass.

So, yeah, where was I? I was returning home from football practice. And to be honest, I was really tired. Yet, when I walked into my dormitory, what I found took my mind off football altogether. Manny Des was standing there, wearing only his blue boxers. I looked him up and down. And smiled. He looked at me, and didn’t smile. I knew that look. I asked him what was wrong. He told me the truth. Point blank. He had just broken up with Ellen, his longtime girlfriend. I looked at him sympathetically and clapped him on the shoulder. There was plenty of fish in the sea, I told him. There were five thousand women at Saint Theresa College. A handsome athlete like Manny could have his pick of them.

Manny looked at me, and told me that he didn’t want a girlfriend. He broke up with Ellen, not the other way around. He had had it with women. It wasn’t Ellen’s fault but she simply could not satisfy his needs. There were things which she simply couldn’t do for him, no matter how hard she tried. He wanted something which she simply didn’t have. I told him that there was no such thing as a perfect woman. Word up. Manny grinned, then told me that he wasn’t looking for a man. I asked him what he was looking for. He smiled and told me he had just found it. Then, he kissed me. I must say that I was surprised. I mean, I knew Manny was bisexual the moment I laid eyes on him. However, I didn’t know he wanted me. Nevertheless, I kissed him back.

When our lips parted, Manny smiled at me. He told me he’d been wanting to kiss me for a long time. I smiled, and kissed him again. Truth be told, I wanted him. I had wanted him for a long time as well. I felt a certain longing when I saw him with Ellen, walking around holding hands on campus. I liked Manny. Why? He was sexy, good-looking, smart, charming and a really nice guy. I liked him a lot. And he liked me too. We kissed again, and tumbled on the bed. I took off my clothes, and he threw his boxers away. We stood naked, facing each other. I admired Manny’s body. Tall, lean, muscular. Pretty face, sexy body and big dick. My man had the total package. He checked me out as well, running his hands all over my six-foot-three, muscular body. He traced his hands over my sex, and liked what he felt in his hands. Laughing, we rolled around and wrestled. It was pretty intense, funny, and kind of erotic. I found myself on top of Manny. He smiled, and put his arms around me. We kissed again. I took my sweet time kissing him. I wasn’t in any rush and neither was he. We were exploring each other’s bodies, and in some way, souls as well.

Manny kissed me, all over. His hands grabbed my sex and stroked it, and caressed my buttocks. I kissed his lips, then licked his chest and cupped his manhood in my hands. He was so long and thick, so wonderfully erect. A sexy Irishman in all of his glory. He smiled, and stroked me as well. We kissed, and continued our sexy games. We masturbated each other to a guilty pleasure. Except we didn’t feel any guilt over it. When I came, he did as well, and we shared the seed of our masculine passions. I climbed on top of him. He entered me, and I rode him. I felt his hardness inside me, and surrendered to it. He thrust into me passionately, and I completely let go. And enjoyed. He came, and I welcomed the onslaught of his masculine essence inside me. He withdrew from me, and kissed me. We held each other tightly, in silence. Then, we fell asleep in each other’s arms. It was one of the best nights of my life.

The next morning was something I dreaded. How would Manny feel about what we did? I’ve been with a few men and some women whose personalities changed the morning after. Manny didn’t. He was still the same man. He smiled at me, and kissed me. I kissed him back. We didn’t talk about what happened between us, and instead spent the day together. It was a Saturday, so no problem there. We went to the movies and watched the latest action flick, and a science fiction feature. We also ate at Wendy’s and then went to the gym to work out together. Manny told me that he liked me, and wanted us to have lots of good times together. He also told me he cared about me. But he didn’t want the entire campus to find out about us because homophobes really don’t like it when their favorite athletes turn out to be queer. I understood. I mean, I play college football and if any of my teammates found out that I was bisexual, I’d be dead. Manny was in the same situation. The college basketball team wasn’t too keen on gay and bisexual players either. So, for the time being, we would keep our relationship, or whatever it was, a secret. I wasn’t too happy with it, but I understood the necessity. Manny and I had our fun at night, away from prying eyes. We also went out together. Yet no one knew we were an item. We were simply, well, us. For now, it would be enough.

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Thanks for reading my story. It is kind of a continuation of Passenger 213. Perhaps you should read that one first to get the full story.

Like all my stories this one contains graphic descriptions on anal enemas. If that offends you might want to pass this one by. To all the others I hope you enjoy reading it.

CHAPTER 1

It had been almost five months since Dr. Katie Teal had found herself the only living soul on a colony ship moving through deep space. The androids had been learning at a fast pace. Now she moved with caution all the time she moved about during the waking hours. She was most impressed with the punishment droids as they now moved as a team working together to capture and punish her. she could stop the computer program that controlled the androids at any time, but she found the games exciting.

She still did her morning runs naked with her hologram image displayed as she ran. She always looked forward to watching her tits bouncing in rhythm as she ran. She loved watching her strong young legs working as she ran. Although she was over fifty years old the sleep in the cryotube had slowed her aging to just months instead of years. In actuality she was still a young woman.

Katie had just seen one of the black androids searching for her as she pulled back behind the corner. Her heart was starting to race knowing how close they were to her. The black androids were for punishing her as the white androids were for pleasuring her. But she had designed the program to add one android each day until she commanded it to stop. She had stopped it just a month in. Now there were thirty punishment droids roaming the decks of the ship looking for her.

The punishments that the androids delt out ranged from simple spankings to huge retention enemas. The retention enemas had just started in the last month. This was how she knew the androids were learning. She had never adjusted her instructions as far as the enema went. She was still subject to any kind of enema the androids decided on. And lately the enemas had been huge retention enemas.

From the first time the androids had pushed the inflating nozzle up her ass Katie was addicted to it. Her mind was already working while the huge enema was forced into her bowels. She could feel her stomach starting to swell and she could feel the discomfort pushing deeper into her colon. The android had held her hands forcing her to bend forward. She could feel the weight slowly increasing as it hung below her.

“There you can hold that in your ass for a while, bitch,” The android had said. The android had disconnected from the nozzle and the inflator bulbs hit the back of her bare legs. The one-way valve in the delivery tube kept the enema from draining back out through the tube. “Run, Bitch!” the android had ordered her with a sudden electric shock to her ass cheek followed directly by another one.

Katie had squealed when she was shocked, but she started trotting very slowly. She could tell the enema wasn’t a super huge one, but she could tell she carried a respectable load in her bowels. She could feel the cramps rolling through her colon and she started breathing through her mouth. Her body wanted to lean forward, and her legs seemed to want to bow, which made it very difficult to run. The shock on her ass cheek this time was harder and she almost stumbled.

Forcing herself to straighten and forcing her legs straight she started trying to jog faster. She couldn’t believe her cunt was actually wet, but it was. She could feel the wetness slowly creeping down the insides of her bare thighs. The android kept pace with her ready to give her ass cheeks another shock if she stopped jogging. She ran slowly feeling the enema inside her bowels moving seeming to develop a rhythm of its own. Yes, she could feel it moving inside her up and down as she jogged.

The android stayed with her until she had made it all the way around the deck. Grabbing her arms once more forcing her to stop it moved behind her. She could feel the nozzle in her ass move seconds before she felt the balloon inside her rectum start shrinking. She knew there was no way for her to hold the enema inside until she was in one of the bathrooms.

Putting her hands against the wall she moved her feet back and spread them wide. Her mind was wondering where one of the pleasure droids was when she needed one. The thought of one of the firm rubber cocks pushing into her wet cunt made her shudder. She dropped her hand down and found her hard clit. Making soft circles she moaned and could feel her rectum tighten as her body sought its orgasm. She couldn’t control how hard her body was shaking as she climaxed. The wave of cramps seemed to roll through her bowels at just the right time.

Katie couldn’t hold her anus closed any longer. Bracing herself again with her hands she closed her eyes and relaxed her rectum. She could feel her rectum open, and several firm brown nuggets were forced out. She could hear and smell the stinky mixture as it splashed on the shining floor. Her bowels bursa merkez escort seemed to move in waves as more moved down to her rectum. The semi-hard log that her body pushed out seemed to hang from her rectum for several seconds before a small spurt of water forced it out. She could already hear the small floor cleaning robots working on the mess that had exited her body.

That had been a month ago. The punishment enemas she could tell were getting harsher. She had spent several nights thinking to herself. “What does it look like inside me while all the water is being forced up my ass”? She had masturbated every time she started thinking about it and how the droids had made her run while she held it. In the third night she thought she had the answer.

It took her two days to make the wireless transponder that would be equipped onto the androids that seemed to be programed to use the enemas on her. Now the wireless camera would be shoved up her ass before the nozzle was pushed in. It would be able to move freely in her colon and stomach as the enema was forced in. It would also monitor the linings in her bowels and stomach watching for tears or lesions. It could also tell the android to increase the amount she was holding.

CHAPTER 2

“Dr. Teal. The luxury Liner Blue Cloud has been rerouted due to a large meteor storm in its flight path. This has altered your intersection with this craft and has extended it to another thirteen months and eighteen days,” the female computer voice said over the loudspeaker. Katie felt her spirit drop as she sat down on the edge of her bed. Another year alone out here did not seem all that appealing. She skipped her morning run this day and sat nursing a huge cup of coffee.

Katie made her way up to the bridge and sat looking out through the big viewing screen. Though she was several protective layers back into the spaceship she could see everything clearly. She could feel the soft hum of the engines working as they moved the huge ship forward. “You seem to be rather depressed Dr. Teal,” the female voice said. “Is there anything I can do to help?” it asked.

“That’s almost three years,” Katie said. “To be by myself,” she added solemnly. “I don’t know if I can do that,” she said more to herself than out loud.

“May I make a suggestion, doctor?” the computer asked.

“Sure,” Katie replied.

“Why not create a companion?” the voice asked.

“I have androids all around me,” she replied.

“Yes. I understand that doctor. But you are a female and there are several hundred vials of frozen semen on the third deck,” the female voice continued. “Your body is ripe for breeding and in nine months you would have a companion to care for and love,” the female voice said. This news made Katie’s heart jump. She had always hoped she would be a mother one day. Maybe the timeline had been pushed up.

“Computer, can the androids assist me?” Katie asked softly still thinking.

“The androids can do everything but give birth and produce milk for it,” the female voice responded. Katie sat in the huge chair and thought for the next couple of hours. Maybe she was ready to be bred, and it would be nice to have someone to love and care for. She spent the rest of the day planning out her breeding day. The thought of everything started awakening the primal urges inside her and she could feel her arousal starting to rise.

She avoided two of the black droids as she made her way to the lounge. Sitting in one of the modified chairs she locked the buckle and ordered a Brandy Old Fashion. She was about half-way through it when the buckle locked. She waited to see which hole she was going to get the rubber cock in. She only had to wait a few seconds before she felt the head of the rubber cock pushing up into her cunt. The chair seemed to be gentle with her as it slowly fucked her. Yes, she needed to be bred.

The next morning Katie was back to her morning run. She could only imagine how her tits would feel bouncing on her chest full of milk. Would there be streams of milk shooting from her nipples or just drops. Would she still want to feel something inside her once she was pregnant? She could see the white android moving towards her and she could feel her cunt starting to get wet again as she got closer.

The two black androids came from the side hallway and blocked her way. The white android just stopped where it was. The strong rubbery hands gripped her wrists and forced them above her head. Lifting her off her feet the second android gripped her ankles. The first droid lowered her hands as the second one raised her feet. Soon she was hanging upside down with the droids spreading her feet wide. Katie knew what was coming and braced herself for it.

The first swat landed perfectly as they always did. Squarely between her spread twat lips and striking her clit dead center. The pain exploded through her cunt, and she felt her piss start spraying from between her legs. She could feel the warm liquid washing down her front and bursa escort kızlar back. The swats landed perfectly with loud splats. She took ten hard swats squarely on her cunt before the androids changed targets.

The next ten swats landed directly on her tight anus. She could feel her body shaking as she hung upside down. The aim of the droids was perfected with the help of their automation. She was sobbing uncontrollably when they finally released her. She couldn’t close her legs again, but she was glad that they hadn’t started swatting her tits. Slowly she pushed herself to her feet. The white android was still waiting where it stopped, and Katie could see the tube where the rubber cock came out of. But she walked bowlegged the other direction toward her sleeping quarters.

She spent the night with her legs spread apart with her cunt too sore to allow her to close her legs. The next morning, she was still sore as she made her way to the bridge once more. “Computer, could you have one of the androids bring me another cup of coffee,” Katie asked. “Could you show me the list of semen doners?” she asked. A screen in from of her lit up and pictures of very handsome men and a small background.

Katie spent the next two hours looking at pictures and reading backgrounds. These men would almost be senior citizens now and Katie felt a bit of sorrow inside as she had looked at the pictures. Finally, she had settled on a man named Lee. His picture showed him as a strong looking very handsome young man. His background was similar to hers with robotics seeming to be his interest. Katie went down to the cafeteria and had a late breakfast before she set out to her room.

CHAPTER 3

Katie felt good the next morning as she started running. Her tits were bouncing in a rhythm in just two strides. She loved hearing the slap of her bare feet on the polished floor. She watched the hologram display of her naked body and started wondering how long it would be before her body would start changing. She knew she would be fine for the first few months but when the baby started showing things would change.

Should she know which android would have the semen in it or should she fuck them all? Or just do it in the infirmary so everything was clean and sterile. She knew her body was fertile, and she would probably conceive on the first try. Her period had ended four days ago so she had two weeks to set her breeding date up. She could feel her cunt getting wet as she ran and thought. She wondered if her extreme horniness would subside a bit once she had given her body what it seemed to want. To be bred.

She saw one of the frames moving slowly along the floor and with a smile she stepped up into it. Feeling her body being restrained so she was now helpless only made her cunt wetted. She could feel her clit starting to throb as her legs were pulled open. The collar around her neck forced her head back giving access to her mouth if the probe wanted to go in that hole.

It took less than two minutes before she felt the probe moving up the back of her leg. She could feel it changing shape and position and then the firm pressure on her cunt as it spread her open. It started inspecting slowly as it moved deeper into her womb. She could see the hologram images being displayed. The inside of her cunt had a healthy pink color to it and the steady secretions could clearly be seen. The probe looked closely at her cervix and the small opening that the sperm cells would swim through. It all looked healthy and ripe for the seed to be planted.

She felt the small orgasm as the probe pulled from her wet cunt. She could feel the restrains releasing her and it took her a few seconds before she stepped out of the frame. The secretions flowed steadily down the inside of her bare thighs, and she could smell the deep musky scent coming up from her cunt. She found herself looking for one of the white androids not running anymore but walking instead. “Computer could you send a couple of the white androids to me?” she asked.

“Yes Dr. Teal. There will be two androids at your location in two minutes,” the female voice responded. Katie walked slowly down the huge hallway until she heard the soft steps of the two androids. Turning around she waited for the android to lift her gently. spreading her legs so one was on each side of him she put her arms around the hard white shell that made up the droids. It felt cold to her, but her cunt was spread now.

Gently the droid lowered her until her wet cunt was aligned with the rubber sheath. She could feel the firm rubber cock pushing into her wet pussy making her gasp. The strokes were slow allowing her to feel the pleasure as it moved inside her. The second droid had moved into position behind her, and she felt herself being moved. She could feel her anus being centered on the rubber sheath.

She screamed in pain as the firm rubber cock forced its way through the tight ring of her sphincter. The strong arms held her in position as the phallus was forced deeper. She could feel every inch as it reached the end of its stroke. The dull ache on her colon told her it was indeed deep. The droids held her firmly as the rubber cocks fucked her. The rubber cock in her ass lubricated itself every stroke and she could feel it going deeper.

Her orgasm came from nowhere and she screamed loudly as her body started shaking. She could feel the rubber cock increasing in girth as her orgasm climbed to its peak. Then both cocks bottomed and held as they pumped their fake semen deep into her body. Katie could feel the huge cock in her ass pulse as the fake semen was pumped deep into her colon. The droids held her for close to a minute before she felt the cock being pulled from her.

She couldn’t close her rectum tight, and she could feel the warm fluid oozing from her asshole and then down the back of her bare legs. She knew her shit was mixed in with the fluid, but she didn’t care as she started walking back toward the spa. She needed a massage, and her cunt needed shaving. She could hear the small floor cleaning robots following her leaving the soft coconut scent behind as they moved.

Katie had decided she wanted to be bred in a frame she would design. It would hold her still and helpless until the semen was deposited in her womb. She wasn’t sure if she wanted anything in her ass while it was going on but the fact that she was even thinking about it made her smile. She still had two weeks before she had to make a decision. She thought about how her behavior had changed since she had been alone.

The thought of being helpless excited her and the punishments that the droids delt out to her had been beyond anything she would have imagined. The thought of not knowing which punishment she was going to get until she was helpless to stop it excited her even more. She had come to love the feeling of having her bowels filled and was hoping the droids would get even more extreme with the enemas. She even thought about letting the black droids catch her but decided against it. The cat and mouse games she played with the droids seemed to make her punishments even more deserving.

The fourth evening the black droids caught Katie again just after she came out of the lounge. She had sat in one of the normal bar chairs and had drunk five of the Brandy Old Fashions she had come to love. She was a bit unsteady as she walked along the huge hall towards her sleeping apartment. She lost control of her bladder as her rectum was centered on a slick tube protruding from the droid. She was held firmly as a hard blast of compressed air blasted through her rectum. She knew that one of the transponders had been blown up her ass.

Katie moaned softly knowing what that meant. She felt her body shudder as the droid forced her to her knees. The machines seemed to have no trouble holding her down. Appendages seemed to come from everywhere on the droids as a pair of firm rubber hands gripped her ankles. Where they got the inflatable nozzles was still a mystery to Katie and she thought of that as she felt her rectum close around the balloon.

Katie was surprised when she saw the hologram out in front of her. She saw a wall of brown and knew instantly she was looking at the inside of her asshole. The transponder seemed to not be able to move. She remembered that it was small in size being about the size of a ping pong ball and light in weight so that water would carry it. It could propel itself with a rolling motion but for now it seemed to be mired down.

“Fuck, I need an enema,” was the thought that went through Katie’s cloudy mind. She watched the tip of the nozzle appear and actually bump the small transponder. Watching the balloon swelling caused another warm flush through her cunt. She could feel the strings of secretions starting to hang from her cunt. “Show my cunt,” she commanded. In just a couple of seconds she could see her spread cunt lips and the clear strings hanging from it. “Now, let’s clean this bitch out!’ she said quietly under her breath.

She could see her swollen clit was sticking out of its protective hood and slowly reached back. She could see the balloon in her ass move as she felt her ass cheeks being forced apart. Her fingers were making soft circles on her hard clit when the first water sprayed from the tip of the nozzle. She could feel everything as the pressure started building. The brown mass started breaking apart as she tried to close her rectum tighter.

The jolts of pleasure shot through her cunt, but Katie knew enough not to allow herself to climax. The pressure on her rectum suddenly lessened and she could see the transponder suddenly floating in the stream. Pieces of brown could be seen moving past and around it as it moved deeper into her bowels. The probe seemed to bob in the water as it moved. Slowing to almost a stop then suddenly moving deeper as the enema broke down the shit that was packed in her colon.

She was so mesmerized by what she was seeing that she hadn’t realized how uncomfortable her stomach was. The pressure had stopped increasing, but Katie knew she was a long way from being done. She was being punished, and the droids had chosen this way to do it. “Computer, can the droid tell you how much fluid I have inside me?” Katie asked in a loud voice.

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