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It is funny when you start a new job where you are one of the few females and you are the youngest female, it makes the job much more exciting. Of course you have to play it safe the first couple of weeks, making sure not to wear any revealing clothes to upset the other women, especially the older ones, in the office. But then you start to wear a blouse that dips just a little more in the front, revealing just a little. Then the skirts get just a little shorter. It is so funny to watch the men start hanging around your desk.

I just started working for a stockbrokerage firm a few weeks ago and I am in charge of making sure the brokers’ clients pay for their stock transactions. This means handing out slips of papers to let them know when money is about due or is overdue. I slip the papers into their cubbyholes and if there is a problem they come to me. You would be amazed at how, the shorter my skirts get, the more “problems” there are.

The thing is, though, that I love older guys. There is one man in the office who has to be at least twenty or twenty -five years older than my twenty-two years of age. He is very attractive and was single for a long time. He had quite a reputation when he was single, from what I understand. A girlfriend of mine, Tammy, saw him one time, when we were out at a bar, and told me that Tom, that is his name Tom Henry, had dated his mother right after her divorce and she could hear the screams of ecstasy coming from her mother’s bedroom on many nights. She also overheard her mother on the phone, telling her girlfriends about his magnificent mouth. Evidently Tom Hanks was an expert in the art of cunnilingus.

Given the fact that I already had a thing for older men, and given that I worked with this guy, that made him even more intriguing for me. But all of the guys would hang around my desk like panting dogs, except for Mr. Hanks. He wouldn’t so much as look at me.

Then I found out that Mr. Hanks had just recently gotten married. After years out in the dating arena and bar scene, he had hung up his guns and decided to become domesticated. I was so distraught when I learned this news that I finally gave in to the constant pestering of Peter, one of the younger brokers in the office, to go out with him for a drink.

Peter was twenty-five years old and a relatively new broker. I could tell he always got nervous when one of the more senior brokers walked by my desk when he was talking to me. There is a window that separates me from the herd, so the brokers always have to talk through the hole in the glass.

One thing I love to do is tease men. I know that they find me attractive. I found this out when I was thirteen years old but didn’t lose my virginity until I was fifteen. It makes me so hot to expose myself to men and watch them get excited. The problem is that they get too excited and by the time that we get down to the main event, they last about three minutes. It’s such a disappointment.

I hate to wear panties. I love the feeling of the breeze blowing up my skirt to my exposed skin. Obviously I have to wear panties at work, but occasionally I will slip them off before going in to one of the broker’s offices. I will sit there and cross and uncross my legs, never really giving them a good view of the hidden treasure.

I decided to slip my panties off before going out for drinks with Peter. It’s not that I necessarily had the intention of having sex with Peter, but it was just that I loved being around all those people in the bar, feeling, almost naked. I also get a perverse sensation of feeling the cool material of the chair I am sitting on against my bare ass.

Peter was trying to be so charming, but he was trying too hard. There was an a man, he looked to be about forty-five or fifty, at the bar. He kept glancing my way and when Peter would go to the bathroom, which he did a lot, I wasn’t sure if he was doing cocaine or masturbating, anyway I would cross my legs under the table, exposing my neatly trimmed pussy for a second or two. I know he was too far away to see that I wasn’t wearing any panties but the fact that I knew was enough to get me wet.

When the man went to leave the bar, I uncrossed my legs very slowly and knew that he got a wonderful view as his eyes almost left their sockets. The lust that filled his eyes was unbelievable. His whole face took on a look that made me almost have an orgasm on the spot.

“Just wanted to stop and tell you that you have one beautiful woman here,” the stranger said to Peter.

“Uh,..uh, thanks, sir,” Peter mumbled.

“Can I buy you two a drink?” the stranger asked.

He looked at me with that knowing look and I wanted to put my hand between my legs and finger myself to an orgasm, but I didn’t.

“Sure,” I answered before Peter could decline.

The stranger sat down in the chair next to me and was not shy about pulling his chair as close to me as he could. He looked at Peter for a reaction but Peter said nothing.

“My name is Dick,” he said looking at me. “My friends call me sex hikayeleri big Dick.”

As turned on as I had been getting, I suddenly was turned off but this bragger. His dick was probably two inches long. But then he brazenly put his hand on my thigh and ran it up under my skirt.

I wanted to pull it away, but I was frozen. I could hear him saying something to Peter but there was a ringing in my ears. Peter said something back to him, but again I could hear nothing. I felt Dick’s hand snake up to the lips of my vagina which were now flowing. He stabbed a finger into me. He wasn’t gentle at all and his fingers were calloused. I wanted to scream at him but I didn’t, instead I had an orgasm.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked.

“Huh?” I managed.

“You’re all red and you’re breathing so funny.”

I could see Dick smiling and I hated him even more for that. His finger was still inside me and was moving in and out. I got control of the situation and stood up. He pulled his hand quickly back.

“I do feel rather funny,” I said, “I am going to go throw some water on my face.”

I made my way to the restroom and there was a line. I felt dizzy so I stepped out through the back door. There were two guys around my age smoking and talking. They looked at me when I came out and tried to strike up a conversation. I ignored them and walked along the darkened alley until I was out of view. I put my hand beneath my skirt and caressed the insides of my slick thighs, wet from the juices that had been running down my leg. I knew that I could cum quickly and wanted to savor the moment.

When I looked up the alley I could see the two smokers straining under the glare of the bare light bulb to see where I had gone. Could they see me? The idea that they might be able to made me that much more excited.

I slowly inserted a finger into my vagina and gently massaged my swollen clitoris. Electric shocks ran through me like a current. I rubbed a little firmer and inserted the finger a bit deeper. The eyes of the two smokers were still looking my way. A loud groan escaped my lips. The two smokers started walking my way. The excitement in me climbed to a feverish pitch. I knew I should stop before they got there but I couldn’t.

I stuck two fingers inside me and spread my legs even further. There was no doubt they could see me now.

“Hey baby,” one of them shouted, “you need some help with that?”

It hit me like a sack of bricks. Lights went off in my brain and I screamed. They were four feet away when I dropped my skirt, turned and walked down the alley. I feared they would run to catch me, but instead they just yelled after me.

“Where you going? Come back.”

If they had caught me I knew that I would have let them do what they wanted. I was in such a weakened state of mind. I was so damn horny.

I went in through the front door of the bar and saw Peter and Dick sitting at the table. I stood by the table and refused to sit.

“I am not feeling so well,” I said looking at Peter, “I’d like to go.”

“Uh, sure,” Peter said.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the disappointment on Dick’s face.

“Why don’t I order us something to eat?” Dick tried.

“No, I don’t want to throw up all over you,” I said, looking directly into Dick’s eyes.

The lustful look he had earlier displayed turned to a look of complete dejection. Peter paid the tab and we left. We drove to my apartment in silence only listening to the music on the radio. I was sure that Peter thought that he had done something wrong. Although I wasn’t very attracted to Peter, I felt sorry for him. I almost felt like giving him a pity fuck, but only almost.

I didn’t invite him but allowed him to kiss me outside my door. I felt his hand on my ass and he must have felt that I was not wearing any panties. He slipped it under my skirt and I allowed him to confirm the fact. When he reached my leaking pussy, I felt him stiffen in shock. I broke off the kiss and said goodnight quickly. I slipped inside the door and closed it before he came out of shock. When I peeked out the spy hole of the door, I could see him standing there with his mouth open. I almost laughed but felt sorry for him. I waited for him to knock on the door and I tried to decide what I would do if he did.

My hand slid under my skirt and I started gently massaging my clit as I looked at Peter’s dumbfounded expression.

“Go ahead, knock on the door,” I thought as I moved the finger rapidly over my clit.

“Come on,” I thought again, “knock on the door. Be persistent and I will let you fuck me,” I thought.

The lewd thought got me more excited but Peter only stood there. He finally walked away just as I was so close to having my third orgasm of the night.

I went into the bedroom and got my trusted rabbit friend from out of the drawer. I had paid almost a hundred dollars for this vibrator but it was an incredible mixture of beads and rubber and motors with a clit stimulator and a seven inch portion porno hikayeleri that was for insertion. I turned it on and slipped it into me. It swirled and purred. I moved it in and out an inch or two, trying to not have the little vibrating clit stimulator leave contact with my clit. I wished so that there was another attachment for the anus. How I would love to have a finger in my ass. How I would love to have Tom Henry’s cock in my ass. The last image did it. I came.

My dreams were filled with images of being gangbanged by everyone in the office but Tom Henry. One by one they continued to fuck me as one would lick my clitoris while the other ones would fuck me with their dicks that swirled around and around inside my vagina.

When I awoke the batteries to my rabbit were almost dead and I felt the slow movement of the swirling rabbit head inside my aching vagina. I slowly removed it and walked gingerly to the bathroom. I truly did feel as if I had been gangbanged by every man in the office.

I got dressed, but walking was an effort and wearing underwear was abrasive on my swollen vagina lips. I decided to call in sick, which was truly the case. Of course I did not tell them that the reason for my illness was a sore vagina.

I slept most of the day and didn’t even go out to get new batteries for my rabbit. The next day, however, my sexual appetite was back and I dressed to tease, wearing my short black skirt.

At the office, I was surprised to see that Tom Henry actually locked eyes with me when I looked at him, as I usually do.

“How’s things at home?” I asked him, teasingly.

He smiled and walked away.

I was amazed. Perhaps things weren’t so great at home. This was my opportunity if I wanted to pursue it, which I did. I picked up the phone and dialed his extension.

“Tom Henry,” he answered.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Call it woman’s intuition.”

“Don’t you have to be a woman to have that?” He laughed

That got me angry. So he thought I was a child.

“Twenty-two is not a woman?” I asked angrily.

“It is to a twenty-two year old boy,” he answered.

If I was going to go for it, now was the time.

“You’re right, I still have much to learn about being a woman,” I said softly, “I guess I need a teacher.”

I expected the line to go dead as he hung up on me.

“Maybe you do,” I heard instead.

I couldn’t believe it. He was being receptive.

“Wow,” I lost my composure, “things must be bad at home.”

I waited for a response and got none. Eureka. I could feel the moisture between my legs.

“I have to go,” I said and hung up the phone.

I looked around and no one was nearby. I reached up and slipped off my panties and stuck them in my desk drawer.

I looked through my paperwork and found a slip of paper with pending business for Tom. I picked it up and walked quickly back to his office. I knocked on the door.

“Come in,” he said from the other side.

I opened the door and closed it behind me. I walked slowly to the other side of his desk and made a point of getting as close to him as possible as I put the piece of paper down on his desk in front of him. I leaned over, the front of my white, low cut, blouse falling open to allow him full view of the tops of my breasts.

“You have a client who is on House call due tomorrow,” I said.

When I looked at him, his eyes were focusing on my breasts. I could feel myself getting wetter and bolder.

“You like?” I asked.

“You have a very nice body and you know it,” he said.

I was shocked. I wanted to pull down his zipper and jump on his lap right there, but instead I maintained my composure for the moment.

“What about this house call?” I said, matter of fact.

“My client will meet it tomorrow,” he said.

I turned and walked over to the chair that was directly in front of his desk. When I sat down I crossed by legs very slowly, allowing him a full view of the trimmed treasure that I so desperately wanted to give him.

“Did you come to work wearing no panties, or did you remove them before you came into my office?” he asked so calmly.

I was shocked again, but his calm manner was making me hotter.

“My you are a different person, aren’t you,” I said.

“Ignoring the question?” he said.

“Actually I took them off before I came in here,” I said, and in so doing uncrossed my legs and let them spread open to his gaze. I was sure he could see the juices running down my thighs and onto his black leather chair.

“Why did you do that? To tease me?” he asked.

“Don’t you like to be teased?” I asked, smiling seductively.

“Sure, if I think it’s going somewhere,” he said.

My heart was pounding.

“Where would you like it to go?” I asked, opening my legs further to his gaze.

“If we didn’t work together I would like it to go much further,” he said.

“Are you afraid?” I asked, dropping my hand to my seks hikayeleri thigh and slowly started to move it up toward my skirt. My desire to masturbate in front of him was overwhelming. As my hand reached under my skirt and I opened my legs his phone rang. I jumped and so did he. Surely he would let the phone ring. We were right at the door of doing it. I was about to explode. If I just touched myself I knew I would have an orgasm.

He answered the phone. I knew he would cut the conversation short so I waited, restraining myself from reaching under my skirt and bringing myself off. He turned his back and continued to talk to the client on the other end of the phone. I got up and left the office. I didn’t slam the door behind me but I I almost did.

I went back to my desk and waited for the phone to ring. Surely he was as hot as I was and couldn’t wait to continue. Surely the phone would ring at any moment.

The phone rang.

“Hello,” I tried to sound calm.

“Hi,” Peter said, “I hope I didn’t do anything to upset you last night.”

“No,” I said, annoyed that it was Peter and not Tom.

“Um, I was wondering if you would like to go have some dinner tonight,” he continued.

My first reaction was to say yes. At the moment all I could think of was the burning sensation between my legs. I would have taken Peter into the men’s room and done him right then. But the rational part of my brain took over.

“Let me call you back,” I said.

I went into the bathroom and into one of the stalls. I stroked my thighs and teased the hair around my clit before brushing up against it gently with my index finger. I was so close to cumming and I wanted it to last. I teased my clit, feeling the juices run down my fingers. At last I could hold out no more and I buried two fingers deeply inside me. I plunged them in and out of my sopping tunnel for thirty seconds before the fireworks erupted. I relaxed for a minute before going to the sink and washing my hands. I went back to my desk, called Peter and told him I was thankful for the invitation but that I would take a rain check. He was disappointed. I decided not to tease Peter any further and besides in a moment of horny weakness I might just fuck him, imagining the entire time that Tom was doing me in his place.

Tom Hanks walked by my desk several times but I was too disappointed to look at him.

I went home that night and thought of Tom and the events of the day. I got out my rabbit to fulfill what Tom didn’t do but was only greeted with the pitiful sound that a vibrator gives when there is only moments of energy left in it. I fell asleep unfulfilled but determined to complete the task that I had started that day.

I wore a sexy pink blouse that plunged in the front. I feared that I would get a lecture for wearing it, but chanced it just the same.

The result of my attire was overwhelming. When Tom came into work, there were three brokers at the window trying to get a glimpse of my assets. I made a point of bending forward just as Tom approached so that he could see what he had missed out on. He ignored this and went to his office.

I decided to confront him head on. I went into Tom’s office and sat down in the chair directly in front of him as I had done the previous day. The nervousness of the moment overcame the erotic feeling I had in the déjà vu feelings I was having. Although I wanted to open my legs and show him that I was again, without panties, I kept my knees tightly pressed together.

“Did I offend you yesterday?” I asked in my most businesslike tone.

“What?” He actually screamed, “you have got to be kidding.”

I was relieved to see him smile.

I relaxed my legs, allowing the gray skirt to ride up an inch on my thighs. I opened my legs a bit to allow him to see that I was ready to start where we had left off.

“I was worried because you ignored me the rest of the day,” I said.

“Miscommunication,” he said, “I didn’tt want to take this somewhere you did not intend for it to go.”

I smiled, opened my legs wider and slipped my hand up my naked thigh to the my vagina that lay exposed to his view.

“Wait,” he said, as he stood and went to the door. He locked it and went back to his desk. He picked up his phone and called a number.

“I am on an important call on my cell phone, Hold my calls until I call you back.”

I smiled and hiked my skirt even higher on my hips. I could feel the juices running down my thighs. I ran my hand over the wetness, brushing my vagina lips as I did.

“You want me to do this?” I said between gasps of air.

“Yes,” he said calmly, “finger yourself for me.”

I closed my eyes and inserted my finger into my pussy. This was playing out just as I had pictured it so many times when I masturbated. The orgasm was right there but I kept it at bay, stopping the fucking motions with my fingers when I got too close.

“You like watching me fuck myself?” I said, the sound of this was overwhelming and my fingers, as if having a mind of their own, plunged into my dark wet tunnel with reckless abandon.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. His eyes were filled with lust.

“You want to eat me, don’t you?” I said, the first jolt of my orgasm flickering in my brain.

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I’m pretty lucky. I was able to go to college and get into a good, well-paying career that I’ve always found interesting. I found the ideal wife, she’s pretty and sexy and loves to keep me a happy boy. I’ve never asked her for anything, blow jobs, hand jobs, sex, just whatever, she’s always ahead of me. Perfect, right?

I also get along with Tara’s family, another good thing. Her mom, Myra, is a nice woman and her dad, Dean, has become quite a good friend.

He and I talk about all sorts of things, sports, business, politics, even sex, and that’s kind of where this story starts.

I’d gotten up to get us a couple more beers one afternoon when we were out by our pool and when I came back out and sat down, he asked me, “Ben, um, kind of keep this under your hat, but, well, do you know where a guy might get a good blow job?”

I looked at him, rather taken aback.

“Don’t get me wrong, okay, nothing’s wrong at home particularly, it’s just that Myra doesn’t especially like to do it and, well, she really doesn’t want to. And, well, we also don’t have sex much, either, and I’m getting more and more in need.”

“Yeah, I can see how that might happen after a lot of years,” I commiserated, “I guess it happens.”

“Well, it’s just that I’d like some relief and I don’t know how these things work anymore, you know, finding someone to do it, and thought maybe you might know.”

“Now you don’t think I’m getting anything from anybody but Tara, do you?” I asked him.

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean that at all. Just that you might know how I could find somebody to do it. Being discreet, of course.”

“Well, let me think about it, Dean,” I told him and our talk went to other things.

Poor guy, I thought. I was glad my wife didn’t inherit her mother’s dislike of a hard cock in the mouth, in fact, Tara was a splendid cocksucker.

She’s told me that the first time she slid her lips down over a boy’s dick she had an orgasm right then. And, from then on, she’s just loved giving blow jobs.

I’ve already told you she loves sex, we pretty much do it every night unless she has her period, then she sucks me but, heck, she sucks me anyway. Like I said, she loves it.

Tara and I have done some playing with others, she even did a glory hole session once while I taped her taking cock after cock. She got herself off five times that afternoon.

We’ve also been at a few parties, adult parties, where she’d be blindfolded and try to guess which guy it was she was sucking off while the rest of us all watched. And, yes, she was naked. And, she usually didn’t guess correctly when it was my cock in her mouth.

It was about three days later when I’d just come out of the shower when she came in to shower herself.

As was normal, I’d given my cock a few soapy strokes then finished showering so when I was standing there, I was about half-hard.

“What’s this?” she said as she lifted it in her hand.

“I think it’s a cock that’s in need of some lovin’,” I said and she knelt down and took me in her mouth.

As I stood there being sucked, the conversation with her father came back to me and, looking down, I thought, well, the best blow job I could ever arrange for him, was kneeling right before me sucking me off at that very moment.

She leaned back, held my shaft and began licking circles around the crown as I laid my head back so enjoying every feeling. She varied the licking with slow sucks to the head as I felt myself getting nearer to cumming.

As she sucked me, I had this mental image of her sucking her dad’s cock and I know that the whole taboo eroticism of the idea caused me to cum before I normally would have.

After I’d cum, she stood up and said, “You were really horny this morning. Didn’t I fuck you good enough last night?”

“Oh, hon, you fucked me as good as ever. Just some especially salacious thoughts in my head this morning.”

“Oh, and what are they?”

“Mmm, just a guy that asked me if I could find him someone to give him a great blow job. I guess he never gets one at home.”

“And you thought I’d be just the one, right?”

“The thought had occurred to me, yes.”

“And it’s someone nice, someone I might like?”

“Oh, I’m sure of that.”

“And he’s not getting blown at home, poor puppy. So you want little wifey to suck his cum out for him.”

“Yeah, well, I’m sure he’d appreciate it.”

“I guess it’s been a while since I’ve had a new cock in my mouth. So, maybe I’d do it.”

Well, we went about our day after that but it hadn’t left my mind. It was two weeks before Father’s Day and I’d told Dean I’d set something up with a woman I used to work with, true enough, Tara and I had met on the job, and that I would get a motel room for the Sunday after next, in the morning.

I told Tara that I had the guy lined-up and that he didn’t want the woman to know who he was so she would wear the usual blindfold. She was fine with that and it all looked good to go.

I told Dean to come to the motel at ten in the sex hikayeleri morning and that I’d call him on his cell right before ten to tell him which room. I was to let him in, then he was to strip and put on a blindfold, then my friend would come out of the bathroom and suck him off.

I also told him I was going to make a video of it, keeping it so no one’s faces showed and he really seemed to like that idea.

I regularly videoed Tara’s exploits so she was expecting it.

We got to the motel about nine-thirty and I got the key and we went down the side of the building and I opened the room. It was a bit stuffy so I turned on the air conditioner, set it to bring in outside air while Tara got undressed.

I told her that neither one of them should speak while they were together and that I would tell them what to do if needed and would video the entire time so she could have a record of her sucking this grateful man.

Then, I stepped outside and called my father-in-law and told him the room number.

I got Tara into the bathroom and tied the blindfold securely around her head and went back into the room.

There was a soft rap at the door and I let in Dean and had him strip. I soon saw that he was greatly anticipating the morning’s activities, his cock was hard and swollen.

I tied a blindfold on him as well, then moved him next to the wall.

“I’m going to bring her out now. No more talking, okay?” and I opened the bathroom door and led my wife out by the hand. She followed my lead right to him, bumping into him.

Her hand went down and took his cock, then she knelt down and slipped her mouth over him and began sucking him off while I videoed it, trying to keep her face out of the frame.

I’ve been sucked by Tara countless times and each time is a whole new experience. She loves to give head and constantly searches the porn sites for blow job vids to see if someone has thought of something she hasn’t. She has learned well and now her father is on the receiving end of all her avid scholarship. She is masterful at extracting cum from a man.

I videoed her mouth, lips and tongue in closeup as she fellated her father, each of them totally unaware of the other’s identity.

He was groaning pretty much, I knew just how good she was and it seemed that she even backed off some so he might enjoy it longer, but, of course, in sucking a cock, the inevitable arrives and he arched forward and she began swallowing her father’s semen as quickly as it spurted into her mouth.

She sucked him a few more minutes, then stood up as his hands felt her breasts and she leaned forward to kiss him, tonguing his semen into his mouth as I knew she always loved to do.

Neither said a word to each other, just as had been agreed before they came together.

I led Tara back into the bathroom and told her I’d be right back, then went out and took off Dean’s blindfold.

“Well, was she good?”

“Oh, Ben, I don’t know where you found this woman but she is the best, the absolute best. It was the greatest. I guess I’d better be off, huh? See you later. Four o’clock, right?” he asked, referring to our Father’s Day cookout later in the day.

I confirmed it and he was soon dressed and left.

Tara was dressed when I opened the bathroom door and we were soon in the car headed home.

“Did he like it?”

“Oh, he loved it, he said you were the best. Just the best,” I told her as I reached over to squeeze her thigh. She spread open, moving my hand to her pussy which I rubbed all the way home.

As soon as I poured us some coffee, I showed her the video.

“That’s pretty hot. Let’s keep it, I’d like it on my computer. So, who’s the lucky fellow?”

“Any ideas?” I asked her not knowing how she might accept the news that she’d just sucked off her father.

“Well, I think it might be an older man, older than you by some.”

“Good so far.”

“Nice cock, though, it was fun to suck but, you know me, I love them all, right?”

“Would you do it again?”

“Sure, you know me. He sure had a great orgasm, I love whenever a guy does, I love that throb in my mouth right as he starts cumming. Mmm. I’d like to do it again, get it out, Ben, I’ll do you,” she said and we quickly got out of our clothes and she knelt down, now for the second time that Sunday morning, to take a cock in her mouth to pleasure.

I sat on a kitchen chair with Tara between my legs as she held my cock and began to lick and lap circles around the head, something she knows gets me wound-up pretty fast.

Then, she took some sucks taking me almost all the way in her mouth, ending with sucking the head as her fingers circled my shaft jacking me up and down. It wasn’t long before, just like her father earlier, I was cumming into Tara’s mouth as she swallowed away.

After we were dressed, I made a disc of the video and loaded it on Tara’s laptop with some other adventures she’s had, she and I, actually, and she watched this morning’s blow job with great interest, porno hikayeleri trying to guess who it might be. I also made a copy for her dad and emailed it to him.

“He’s obviously an older guy, he doesn’t shave around his cock and it looks like there might be a little gray hair blended in there.”

So, I let her try to work it out of me but I was not about to do that.

Chapter 2

Later, her parents arrived and I’d fixed drinks all around and we’d all changed into swimming gear for our pool.

We were all standing out back, drinks in our hands, everyone talking, when I noticed that Tara had grown quiet.

I leaned to her and whispered, “You okay?”

She looked up at me, squinting her eyes and said, very quietly, “I was just noticing the three moles, the big one and the two smaller ones on my dad’s stomach.”

Oh, shit, I thought, those moles were pretty clearly visible on the video I took. Now what?

“Can you help me in the kitchen?” she cooed sweetly and I followed her inside as she turned and asked, “Was that my dad this morning?”

“Your dad? Geez, would that be a turnoff?”

“Um, not exactly but I want to know.”

“It was.”

“Does he know? Know it was me?”

“No.”

A smile went across her face, much to my relief.

“Did you ever meet Deidre Marie Thomas, I went to high school with her?”

“No, I don’t think so,” I told her glad that she didn’t seem pissed off at me.

“She told me once that she sucked her dad off every night. God, I was so jealous, I just wanted the same for me. Well, look what’s happened. Bet you didn’t know that, did you?” and she reached up and kissed me. “Now when I watch that tape I’ll really get off from it knowing it was Dad.”

Amazing, truly amazing. I guess I’ll just never really fully know my wife, she just continues to show me new sides of her wonderful self.

We went back outside and the change was subtle but I’m long used to observing Tara and she seemed more, well, a little more touchy-feely with her dad.

Later, after we ate, Dean came over to me and asked, “Um, do you think you could set me up again with that woman from this morning? Maybe in a few weeks, you know, when I might need servicing again? I’d be happy to pay whatever she wants. That was some video, by the way. She’s got a beautiful body.”

“I can check with her and let you know. I don’t know that she accepts money but I’ll ask,” I told him and he added, “She was phenomenal, I just never knew a woman could be that good.”

“Oh, this one is, she’s proud of her skills and it shows.”

He agreed and we changed the subject.

Later, in bed, after some super-sex with Tara, I really think this whole thing with her dad had turned her on, I told her that he had asked me to set up a second session.

“He even offered to pay whatever you wanted,” I told her.

She laughed, saying, “Why break a perfect record of doing it for free. But he liked it, huh?”

“Oh, he loved it, hon. What guy wouldn’t?”

“Yeah, well, I am good. Little does Daddy know it was his sweet little daughter sucking down his cum this morning. God, this all makes me so horny,” she said and rolled me on my back straddling me as she pushed down, driving me up into her for another wonderful fuck.

As we lay there, totally spent, she asked, “What would you think if I just offered my dad sex whenever he wanted?”

“I guess I wouldn’t mind, I mean, I don’t see it as threatening or anything like that. And, you said you always wanted to suck him off. Now you have and, well, I know that he’d love more.”

“But, how do you think he’d take it?”

“Hard to say. Maybe I can think of a way to find that out?”

She agreed and the next day, I called Dean and the first thing he said was, “Ben, tell me the truth, was that Tara? I’ve been looking at the video you sent me and, well, the shape of her ear with that little notch on the lobe, well?”

I laughed, asking, “Would that be the worst thing possible if it were?”

“Now don’t take this the wrong way, Ben, but, well, your wife, my daughter, is one of the sexiest women I’ve ever known, something I’m sure you’d agree with. I personally think it would be quite wonderful if it was Tara.”

“You mean you’ve maybe had sexy thoughts about your daughter?”

“Ben, you get to see her naked all the time, I’m sure. So, what man wouldn’t have sexy thoughts about her, she’s just a super-sexy woman. If it was her, well, you are such a lucky man. And, I am as well. At least once. Well, was it her?”

“It was.”

“God, she gives a stunning blow job, Ben.”

“That she does. She wants to know if you’d like another?”

“Another, a second one? Are you kidding?”

I told him I wasn’t and that I would arrange it.

So, I told Tara and she said she’d call her dad and set it up.

Well, a week or so went by and I asked her if anything had happened yet.

“Oh, yeah, well, it did. Last Thursday, I left work early and went to Mom and Dad’s house seks hikayeleri to meet him. Mom was away for the day at my Aunt Meg’s.”

“So, he got his blow job?”

“Um, no, not really,” she said coyly.

“Okay, tell me what happened, this sounds interesting.”

“This time, of course, we both knew who each other was and we could see each other when we got naked and, well, things went further than a blow job.”

“You fucked your dad?”

“It was quite nice, actually, lots sexier than I would have thought. I assume you’re not mad, after all we’ve both had fun both on our own and together before.”

I wasn’t angry, not in the least, and I told her so.

“I think we should have your dad over so the both of us could have our way with you. Bet you’d like that, huh?”

“Even better, I think I’d just love that. Maybe we could do a whole day like that, that I would really love.”

“I can talk with your dad and see what we might be able to do,” I told her and she gave me a fucking I’d remember for a while after that.

I did talk with Tara’s dad and he told me that Myra was going to visit an old college friend she’d recently found again for the weekend after next. So, that was the date.

Tara was also talking with her dad a lot, mostly phone sex while they both masturbated and she kept teasing him that his day was coming, a whole two days to have sex with her with me adding in my share.

Well, the day finally did come and right after Myra drove off to go see her friend, Dean got in his car and drove to our house.

Tara was ready, she’d showered and shaved and primped herself, smelling lovely as she pulled on a pair of thigh-high black stockings to greet her father in.

As soon as he drove into the driveway, she was positioned behind the front door, beautifully naked except for her long stockings and high heels. As his footsteps sounded on the porch, she swung the door open to an open-jawed and very happy looking father.

“Omigod, look at you. You are so beautiful, Tara, just stunning,” he gasped as she closed the door behind him and took him in her arms.

They stood there kissing as I watched their hands caressing one another and soon she was leading him back to our bedroom as I followed.

She began undressing her dad, kissing where he was being uncovered and, finally, as she lowered his briefs, she kissed the tip of his hardened cock and slid her lips over it.

His eyes were closed as she began sucking him while I finished taking my clothes off. She sucked him a minute more then stood up and led him to our bed and they got in. I went to the other side and joined them as they kissed and groped one another.

“Are you ready to fuck me, Daddy,” I heard her coo in her sultriest voice as she rolled back and spread open. He got up between her legs, looked down and told her, “I’d like to start by giving you oral, honey,” and dropped down as she raised her legs onto his shoulders.

While he was licking and tonguing Tara, I was playing with her boobs and giving them sucks while she gripped my cock.

“Mmm, my Daddy knows how to make me feel good, just like you do, Ben,” she said as she gave me a squeeze. “He’s good, mmm, really good,” she moaned softly.

Dean kept licking and tonguing her as she squirmed around moaning softly, a sure sign that he was giving her exactly what she wanted. I moved my head up and kissed her, tonguing her mouth so that one of us was on each end with our tongues in her.

There were shivers as I kissed her, surely coming from the kissing she was getting between her legs, something I’d done countless times, something she’d always loved immensely. And soon she was shuddering and groaning through a strong and vibrant orgasm.

Her father lost little time getting up and pushing his cock into her before she’d quite recovered from her climax, it seemed that he wanted to keep her going.

His hands and my lips were on her boobs as she lay there spread open as he moved back and forth. Her hand was down rubbing her clit but also along where they were connected together, where he was sliding in and out so slowly, her fingers were moving along his shaft right where it went inside her.

“Mmm, oh, this is so good, both the men I love the most, mmm,” she moaned as we pleasured her on and on.

“I’m getting close, it just feels so good,” Dean moaned as he moved back and forth, then he let out a deep groan and pushed hard into her as Tara shook her hips while he cummed. “Oh, wow, so good, so good.”

“Oh, Daddy, I’m so glad I made you happy again. I love sex with you, Daddy, and your cum inside me like this.”

He pulled out of her and asked me to take over which I was happy to do. I got between her legs and slid right down into her slippery pussy to begin fucking her. She was so wet and lubricated by her father’s cum that I could take it all the way out and part her open entering her each time with a new stroke. It was how we loved to fuck when she was especially wet and open.

“That feels so good, hon, just keep doing it while I suck Daddy,” she purred as Dean moved up to put his cock within range of her mouth. She took him in as I saw him close his eyes in pure pleasure. I know, I’ve been there in her soft, warm mouth many, many times.

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Right now, I’m sliding my eight inches of thick, uncircumcised White cock into the asshole of one Farah Ibrahim, a plump and somewhat matronly Somali chick I encountered at the social services office located near the Greyhound station in downtown Ottawa. I came in with a group of students from my sociology class so we could see how the other half lives, so to speak. I’ve always had a thing for mature Black women, I guess that’s why I noticed Farah Ibrahim right away. I approached her and we talked for a bit. I got her number, and I ended up calling her that night. I’ve been into Somali women ever since my halcyon days in the region of Sussex, England, where I was born. Lots of immigrants from places like Somalia, Djibouti and Senegal have been moving into England lately. A lot of White British folk don’t want them around because they’re Muslim and all, but me, I could care less. If you don’t bother me, I won’t bother you. That’s my policy on race, religion and pretty much everything else. I think it’s an enlightened policy, don’t you?

Anyhow, since you’re reading this story on a site dedicated to erotic literature, you probably want to get to the fucking. Please bear with me, I’m just trying to whet your appetite. A good chase and all that. If you want to leave, don’t let Pendik Escort the door hit your ass on the way out. That’s more than okay by me. I called Farah Ibrahim that night, and we ended up talking for two hours. I learned quite a bit about her. She recently returned to the Confederation of Canada from a yearlong trip abroad, and she visited countries like Kenya, Somalia, Djibouti and Ethiopia. She scoffed as she told me how disappointed she was to see these nations changed, mainly because of the influence of White devils. I smiled at that. White devil, I like that term. Honestly, I found this plump, hijab-wearing Somali matron quite appealing, and I told her as much. She laughed, saying that she was flattered. I have never believed in bullshit when it comes to women, so I told Farah Ibrahim what the deal was. I thought she was fine as hell and I wanted to have some fun with her. Farah Ibrahim waited a long moment to answer, then asked me where I was staying. I smiled to myself and told her to get her big shapely ass to my single-occupant bedroom located at the dormitories near the Minto Center at Carleton University.

Farah Ibrahim showed up at my place dressed all traditional and stuff. We’re talking about a long dress underneath a Black leather jacket, with a long silver hijab and everything. A lot of people in western societies are making a fuss about hijab-wearing ladies, but personally, I don’t mind them. I support banning the burka because ninja women are fucking scary, for real. I don’t mind hijabs because, well, Christian nuns wear something similar as a sign of faith in God and personal chastity. Like I said, I believe in democracy and western values, along with upholding Christendom but I am not a hypocrite. A lot of people don’t bat an eyelash if they see two gay guys groping each other on the subway but they get mad if they see some Arab chick reading the Koran on the bus. Fuck those bigots, man!

Anyhow, I welcomed Farah Ibrahim to my place, and she surprised me by asking me if I had any wine. Of course I had wine. The other day I went to the Loblaws supermarket and bought myself two bottles of Merlot, and a Dom Perignon of course because I’m a gentleman of Anadolu Yakası Escort taste. I just never expected a hijab-wearing Black Muslim woman to ask me for alcohol. Well, if Farah Ibrahim, the matronly Muslim sister with the big booty wanted to get liquored up, that was mighty fine by me. Like all good Catholics, I believe that we will be forgiven for our sins. Farah Ibrahim and I sat on the couch, and I watched her gulp one cup of wine after another. Hot damn, I didn’t know that Black Muslim women got down like that. I thought they were all shy, pious and chaste, and abstained of alcohol and sex to please God and the Prophet. I guess I was wrong in Farah’s case because she seemed to take to drinking wine like a cat takes to hunting mice. You should see that woman go, man. She was really something else.

Farah Ibrahim was done drinking, and now, she was looking at me the way a hungry person looks at fast food. I smiled and got close to her. We kissed, and then began undressing each other. I sat naked on the couch, stroking my thick White cock and watching Farah as she undressed. I asked her to keep the hijab on and she nodded. Her body was plump, with big tits, wide hips and a big round ass. Just the way I like my women. I’ve lost count of how Black Muslim women I’ve fucked in England. Women from places like Senegal, Gambia, Somaliland, Djibouti and Eritrea. I always go after the conservative ones who wear the hijab and act all shy and reserved around men. There’s no challenge in fucking a westernized Muslim chick, they’re usually bigger sluts than White women, trust me, as a White guy, I know what I’m talking about.

Farah Ibrahim and I got our freak on. The plump Black Muslim chick knelt before me and sucked my thick White cock, gulping it down and licking my balls for good measure. I returned the favor by spreading her shapely thighs and giving her pussy a good licking. She was a bit self-conscious about letting me go down on her, in part because, well, the barbarians who run her clan back in Somalia ‘modified’ her in the name of female purity and tradition. No matter how many times I see that while going down on a Black Muslim woman’s pussy, I can never get used İstanbul Escort to it. What kind of woman-hating pathetic excuse for a man would let such things go on in his family, all in the name of culture and religion? If I’ve got anything against Muslim men, it’s because of this practice. Nevertheless, I busied myself licking Farah’s pussy, doing my best to pleasure her.

Next, we got on to the main event. Farah Ibrahim got on all fours and spread her big brown butt cheeks wide open. It might surprise you that Farah Ibrahim, a Black Muslim woman, was so cool with anal sex. It really shouldn’t, partly because many women who have experienced circumcision don’t feel anything in their vaginal area and some of them only feel sexual pleasure through anal penetration. I’m not kidding, it’s the truth. If Farah wanted to get butt fucked, she came to the right Englishman. I applied lubricant all over her anus, then pressed my dick against her backdoor. Gently I worked my cock into her asshole, taking my sweet time. It’s never a good idea to rush into a woman’s asshole during anal sex. You might create a mess if you do. I asked Farah how she felt as I fucked her in the ass. In between moans, she told me she felt great. Taking that as a good omen, I continued fucking Farah Ibrahim’s warm and tight asshole, fucking her real good until I came, flooding her bowels with my hot, masculine spunk.

Farah Ibrahim squealed as I exploded inside of her. I slowly pulled my cock out of her ass. Just like I feared, we made a mess. I’m trying to be a gentleman about this, I really am, but this stuff is just too nasty and too damn funny to pass up. My dick was White when it went into the Black Muslim mature woman’s asshole, but it came out another color, if you know what I mean. I knew I should have told her to clean up before she came over. Impromptu anal sex is never a good idea, ladies and gentlemen, doesn’t matter who you are or what you’re into. Lesson learned for next time. I let Farah Ibrahim take a shower and put her in a cab. She asked me when she was going to see me again. I stroked my chin thoughtfully and calmly told her that she’d see me the day after never because she had a really nasty ass. Her eyes were still wide with shock as I closed the cab door and told the driver to go. I smiled, pleased with myself. I’m a White guy who likes to fuck Black women and dump them right after. I’m not a White knight in shining armor. I’m David James Lincolnshire, bitch, not Kevin fucking Costner!

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My youngest daughter Julie is a grad student at a local university and lives with me. I’m a 48-year-old mother of three. Although gravity and three kids have taken their toll, I still have large smooth tits, a nice round ass, and I am regularly told I look much younger than my age. I like to think I’m still attractive to men of all ages.

A few weeks ago, Julie brought home a couple of cute fellow students to study, Joe and Roger. They were both handsome, with athletic builds — strong arms, firm abs, and nice, tight butts. They were dressed in t-shirts, one wearing jeans, and the other in loose walking shorts.

After what looked like a few hours of studying, she told them it was time to leave because she had to take a bath before she had dinner and went out that night. We have a very large bathroom with a Jacuzzi, mirrored walls, and walk-in closet. She left them at the table to draw the bath, then went to her room to grab a change of clothing. She thought the boys had already left, but unbeknownst to Julie, the boys only pretended to leave. They actually sneaked into the bathroom and hid inside the closet, which had slats through which they could peek at her while she bathed, unnoticed.

But I was spying on the spies. I had arrived home earlier but kept quiet so as not to disturb their studying, and was listening to everything that was taking place. After I saw them hide in the closet, I made my presence known to all by slamming the front door and loudly announcing that I was home from work.

I probably should have been angry about the Peeping Toms hiding in the bathroom, but I hadn’t had sex in quite some time so I was feeling very horny and more than a little mischievous. I would never have let them see Julie naked, but decided to pretend that I didn’t know they were in the closet and planned to innocently strip completely naked in front of them and do a little teasing in the process. I’d never done anything like this, and the idea was totally turning me on.

But first I had to quickly get rid of Julie. I told her I was very tired from work and could really use the hot bath to relax. I needed her to go to the store to run a few errands and pick up a few things. I wrote up a list of errands that would take her to three different stores and occupy her for at least 90 minutes, giving me more than enough time to leisurely work my plan. She resisted lightly, but relented, and left the bathwater running for me.

When I saw her car finally leave the driveway, my fun really began. I quickly put on my sluttiest lingerie, with a red half-bra that showed the top half of my nipples over the lacy top, and matching mesh panties under my clothing. I took a few deep breaths to slow my racing breathing and walked as casually as I could muster into the bathroom, with my heart pounding. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do — this was totally unlike me, and I had an entire swarm of excited butterflies in the pit of my stomach. I was wet already, just thinking about what I was about to do. I looked at myself in the mirror and took a deep breath; it was now or never. I was hoping I wouldn’t chicken out. Before I could think twice, I quickly lifted the snug t-shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor.

This left most of my tits showing. My nipples were already rock hard and standing at attention, poking straight out above the lace. I walked around the room briefly, pretending to look in some drawers, but really gathering my nerve up for my next big step. Taking a shaky deep breath, I unzipped my tight pants and wriggled my hips to work them down my legs. This left me in just the mostly see-through panties. As a former dancer, I’m still pretty limber, and I faced away from the closet and touched my toes, grabbing my calves with straight knees, as though I was stretching my hamstrings.

In reality, I was aiming my pussy directly at the boys in the closet, and sneaking a peek back at them from between my firm legs. In this position, they could see everything I had, my swollen pussy lips covered by a thin, transparent mesh fabric, barely 18 inches away from them. From between my legs, I could see the shadowy outlines between the slats, and knew that their eyes were locked on my throbbing cunt. Pretending to stretch further, I slowly shifted by weight back and forth, bending each knee in turn, which shook my hips, teasing them with the view of my pussy wiggling back and forth. I could feel myself getting even wetter. I could smell my turned-on scent wafting across the room. I hoped they could smell me too, giving them another sense to experience Maltepe Escort me in more depth and detail. Smelling was almost like tasting.

I stood back up in front of the mirror, as though I was admiring my large tits, while the young men watched. They swayed in the mirror, and I lifted them up and let them fall, making them bounce and jiggle, then pinched and pulled out the hard nipples, which always makes me hot – it has a direct connection into my cunt, shooting electricity right into my clit. It sent a shiver through me, top to bottom.

I thought about declaring victory and ending the show right there. They’d seen most of my swollen pussy and I could walk away hot and wet, and masturbate myself into a frenzy in my bedroom. But showing myself off, was proving so exciting that I didn’t want it to stop. It was show time. With another deep breath for courage, I slipped my thumbs into the waistband of my sheer red panties and slid them down my legs, bending over at the waist with straight knees, again stretching out my hamstrings, and giving the boys a total view of my bare pussy. Sneaking another peek back through my legs, I could see the shadows moving, and could hear the slow, stifled sound of pants being unzipped. The thought of the two hot young hard-bodies masturbating while watching me totally naked just a few feet away made my legs weak and I had to stand up and clutch the sink to avoid falling completely over.

This was making me much hotter than I expected. I’d only intended to do a gentle strip-tease, but now I desperately needed to give them the complete show. The sky was now the limit. I pulled out a bottle of slick moisturizer and slowly spread it all over my firm stomach and tits. I rubbed it in thoroughly, enjoying the cool sensation of the lotion on my hot skin, pinching my slick nipples. I spread it luxuriously over my thighs and bent way over to rub it into each calf, again aiming my hot pussy straight at the closet. In the mirror’s reflection I saw shadowy movement through closet door and heard some quiet friction then muffled moans. They were both cumming while watching me!

The image in my head of two young studs working their meat just a few feet away while staring at my naked body made me so horny I almost came, without even touching my pussy. I realized that we had another hour left and these young boys would be hard and ready again in a matter of minutes. I was so worked up; showing myself off to them was the most sexually exciting thing I’d ever done. This was opening up a whole new world for me I didn’t know about. I was really enjoying this and wanted it to last and last.

I didn’t know when, or if, I’d have another exhibitionist opportunity like this, and could feel a powerful orgasm welling up inside of me. I was still hot from knowing they’d just cum all over their hands and were still looking at me, with wet, sticky fingers. I needed to cum so bad, and I knew that I was going to give them the biggest show I could in order to do it. I thought about the encore I was going to create for part two.

I dug around in the drawers for my razor. I pulled it out, along with a can of shaving cream and sat on the stool, facing the mirror, as though I was going to trim my already close-cropped pussy hair. I sat back on the stool and put my feet up on the sink, spreading my legs as widely as I could, giving the boys a perfect view of every inch of my cunt, inside and out. In the mirror I could see how engorged my lips were. I had never been so turned on before; there was a river of moisture literally trickling out of me. I squirted out a handful and began lathering myself up good, taking special care to rub my clit and lips. I “accidentally” used too much, and had to spread the white cream all over my inner thighs, and inside my now throbbing cunt I’d forgotten that this was mentholated shaving cream, which made my entire pussy sting and tingle, increasing the sensation tenfold.

Through the creamy lather, they could surely see how red and swollen my lips were. I heard a slight creak on the closet’s wooden floor — they were adjusting their positions to get a better view inside of me.

Imagining there eyes all over me, my pussy raged and I forgot all about the shaving razor. I started rubbing my clit furiously, working the cool shaving cream all around it, while shoving two, then three, then all four fingers of my other hand in and out into my cunt. Strutting around naked had made me incredibly hot, but masturbating in front of them nearly drove me senseless.

I almost made eye contact with Kurtköy Escort the closet peepers, but didn’t want to let them know I knew that they were there and scare them. They were just shadowy outlines behind the open slats, but I knew they were intensely watching my flying fingers work my hard clit, as I slammed my fingers into myself with total wild abandon.

I could hear the quiet sound of skin-on-skin friction behind me, and I imagined for a minute what would happen if they couldn’t contain themselves and burst out of the closet to have their way with me. I would appear shocked, and start to cover my nakedness, then allow myself to be ravaged fiercely by these two young studs. I would blow each one of them, sucking them deeply into my mouth, feeling the warm, smooth hardness, while simultaneously jerking off the other stiff cock with my free hand. Or maybe I’d take them both at once, blowing Joe on my hands and knees while Roger pounded me hard and fast from behind, causing my tits to jiggle, while Joe’s slick cock stuffed into my mouth stifled my screams of absolute pleasure.

Then, before they came, I’d have them switch places, so I could taste myself on Roger’s hard cock he’d withdrawn from my sopping cunt, and letting Joe’s earlier oral invasion now rock me from behind. If sufficiently lubed, I might even let Joe fuck me in the ass. I liked anal occasionally, and I was so hot that this his cock would slide easily into my tight butthole.

They were young and so much less experienced – they didn’t know it but I was more than enough woman for both of them at once. I could show them what a sexy and very skilled slightly older woman could do to a man. No woman in her twenties could fuck like one in her forties, they’re too insecure about their figures and unsure about their sexuality. I could fuck them both until they begged for mercy, then I’d fuck them again. The second time I’d have them pull out and cum all over my face and tits, smearing their hot jizz into my skin, like a porn star.

It almost made me open the closet door myself, to catch them, shocked, with their hands on their cocks and pants around their ankles. I could then fuck them both mercilessly then swear them to secrecy by telling them that I’d call the police if Julie ever found out. But as horny as the thought of being simultaneously penetrated by these two hard cocks made me, I couldn’t take that risk. I knew Julie would never forgive me if she found out.

Nevertheless, the image of taking these two young studs at once and the sound of them jerking off just two or three feet away behind a thin, unlocked door sent me screaming over the edge. I alternated between vigorously rubbing my clit, slamming my fingers into my cunt, and occasionally pinching my nipples until they were red and painful. The orgasm hit me like a freight train, nearly causing me to fall off the stool.

I could hear them cumming too, watching me abuse myself. That made me even hotter, which I didn’t think was possible, and intensified an already sensational orgasm. My cunt twitched and throbbed as my body was wracked with the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced. I was nearly senseless, as wave after wave hit me, jerking me like a rag doll. I screamed “Ohhhhhh Goddddd!!!” at the top of my lungs. My neighbors down the block must have heard me; I was beyond control. I was a wild animal in the throes of mindless bloodlust.

I was giving these guys the show of their lives. This was how a realwoman cums, and I knew they were going to be masturbating to this image of me for years to come.

I slumped forward, thoroughly spent, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath, my forehead resting on the cool sink. I stayed that way for five minutes, naked, as my fluids drained out of my battered pussy, leaving a huge stain on the fabric-covered stool. I lifted my head and caught my face in the mirror, flushed and sweating. I smiled at myself and staggered uncertainly to my feet. Cunt juice dripped down my leg and I took a washcloth and wiped the remainder of the shaving cream off my legs and sensitive spots.

Standing in front of the mirror in all my naked glory, I reveled in what id just done, imagining the satiated boys behind me, their sticky hands still clutching their fading cocks, astonished at the slutty show they’d just witnessed. I felt like a cheap whore, who’d just performed for a hooting frat party or bachelor party. And it felt great. I loved feeling this dirty; it was good to let my inner slut out with total abandon.

I heard a tiny squeak in the Kartal Escort closet and thought I’d play with the boys a bit, glancing into the slats and taking a step toward it, as though I was going to open the door. I could imagine the moment of total panic this caused the boys, who thought they were about to be discovered. Instead, I seemed to change my mind and turned away, and mumbled out loud that I needed a nap. I then limped out the doorway and down the hall toward my bedroom, my battered pussy throbbing.

I loudly collapsed face-down onto the bed, angling myself so I could see the reflection out my door in the bedroom mirror. I started to breathe slowly, deeply and loudly, as though I had fallen asleep. After a few long minutes, I heard the closet door slowly creak open, quiet whispering debating whether I was asleep, then tip-toeing down the hall. They needed to pass my bedroom to get away, and I’d left my door wide open. I’d also splayed my legs as widely as I could, to give them one last look up into me, one more treat to remember me by. I heard the wood floor squeak as Joe approached my doorway and saw him peeking slowly and carefully into my bedroom, to avoid getting caught. I continued my slow and steady breathing, but was watching every movement in the reflection through mostly closed eyelids.

Joe quickly crossed my doorway and motioned for Randy to follow. Randy tip-toed past, taking a quick glance at my still, naked form on the bed. After crossing, I heard him stop and turn back, then saw him peek around the corner to take one more lingering look up into my still-tingling cunt and the river of hot fluid still pouring out of me, leaving a dark stain on the comforter. I couldn’t believe that I was still so hot that I was still leaking! Randy pulled out his phone and took a low-resolution photo of me. He couldn’t see my face in the photo, but I knew he’d be masturbating to my image and memory for many years.

Shortly, I heard the back door open, then close, and a car engine roar to life, pealing down the street. At that point, I sat up, and felt I deserved a treat for a job well done. I pulled my dildo-shaped vibrator out of my nightstand and cranked it up to its highest setting, buzzing loudly. My pussy twitched; it reacted to the sound like Pavlov’s dog. I slammed it into my wet cunt to the hilt, jamming it in and out hungrily, I desperately needed to cum again, and brought myself to a mind-blowing orgasm almost immediately.

Wave after wave rocked me as I lay naked on the bed, legs spread widely. I watched myself in the mirror, remembering the thrill of exhibiting myself to the young men, the slutty degradation of performing for their hungry, staring eyes, of showing my most private sexual acts to an audience of strangers. I felt like a filthy whore and loved every second of it, the exhilarating sexual freedom of the pretense and pretext of being alone. Everyone masturbates occasionally, but good girls don’t do it for others, and certainly not for strangers. And that was why it felt so good, to do something so nasty in the safety of my own home, to be in total control of not one, but two young studs, having them feasting on my body and my promiscuous, sexual abandon.

I knew that I’d opened up a side of myself that I didn’t know existed, but knew that I’d be seeing again very soon. This was now who I was, what I needed. I’d be even more adventurous next time. Perhaps I’d touch them or let them touch me, or exhibit myself to others who weren’t hiding in secret but watching the show and making eye contact with me, in a public or private exhibition.

I laid spread out on the bed for at least 15 minutes before I could sit up, then hobbled to the bathroom, my pussy stinging from the massive abuse it had suffered at my own hand. I walked into the bathroom to turn on the shower and saw that the closet door was swinging wide open. In their hurry to escape, they hadn’t closed it. I reached inside to pull out my bathrobe and saw many globs of white cum dripping down off the inside of the door and puddling on the floor; they came so much. I touched one of the streams with my index finger and felt its sticky warmth. I brought the finger to my mouth and rubbed it all over my lips, then licking them clean, tasting the delicious saltiness and reveling in the flavor and all it represented. I repeated this with the cum dripping down the other door, to experience both men, tasting the slightly different flavors.

I don’t always let men cum in my mouth, but I needed to taste these two. They were absolutely delicious, and added a new dimension to the day’s experience. I’d remember the tanginess and decided that I was going to taste the next man I blew to compare the flavors.

I stepped into the hot shower and let the hot water wash me clean. But not too clean, I was going to stay a very dirty girl.

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Another Long Weekend

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I knelt in the corner of her room and watched her move about. Her movements were always graceful and purposeful.

I had been by her side for three months. Her business was booming and I helped with her books. I spent my working hours behind a computer and my lunchtime, on most occasions, under her desk between her beautiful legs.

Despite this, time together had been at a premium, and we decided to do something about it. We spent long hours planning a holiday, and the big day had finally arrived.

“Nearly packed, sweetie,” said Alice.

I was not packing. Alice had told me it wouldn’t be necessary. She told me to wait in the corner, and so that is what I did.

Our public games had come to an end, and for the most part we played in private now. Occasionally, Tim, Harold, or Robyn would drop in to have a bit of fun with me. We were one big, happy family.

Unfortunately, like most families at one time or another, tragedy had struck us. Harold had been recently diagnosed with cancer. His health was deteriorating, and it had hung over our holiday.

“Go,” he had said. “I wouldn’t want to stop this little slut from getting what she deserves.”

His voice had been surprisingly playful as he watched me, tied to a Sybian and being forced to orgasm over and over.

Finally, Alice stopped moving and locked up the bags.

“I love camping, Caz.” She used my nickname. “The wide, open spaces, the clear blue skies, and most of all the privacy.”

At the word ‘privacy’ she looked at me and winked. She helped me up.

“Come on. Let’s get you ready.”

She slowly unbuttoned my top while I watched her. Her touch always sent waves of shock through my body. She slid the blouse down my arms, exposing my bare breasts. I no longer wore underwear.

She stroked her fingers over my nipples a few times. They hardened at her touch. She then placed her mouth around one and sucked it softly. I could have jumped her then and there, but I had learned some control.

Finally, she unzipped my skirt and it fell to the floor.

“Now let’s go down to the car,” she said, taking my arm.

The trip in the lift no longer worried me. I knew by now that most of the people in the apartment block had been to at least one of Alice’s parties. There wasn’t a single one of them who didn’t know me better than my gynaecologist.

We got to the car and Alice opened the boot of the big sedan.

“In you get. Belly down.” She gestured me to get inside.

I climbed in and lay face down. I had to bend my legs at the knee to fit in. Alice tied my wrists together, then my ankles. She pulled the two knots together and fastened them, holding me in a strict hogtie. She then rolled me on my side and placed a ball gag in my mouth. A strap around the back of my head held it in place.

“Now, little one.” She looked into my eyes. “I hope you’re not too comfortable.”

She attached clamps to each of my nipples. As each one bit into my sensitive skin, I gave a little scream. She slid an egg vibrator inside my already wet sex, and switched it on low.

“See you soon,” she said, and closed the boot.

The clamps on my nipples dug in. The vibrator in my sex was driving me wild. I felt every bump in the road, and I wanted to touch myself so badly.

In the darkness, I thought about that first weekend; the torment I had been put through; the denial of orgasm for so long; the moment when I had finally been allowed my release.

I knew Alice better now. I knew that she could deny me for as long as she wanted and I could do nothing about it. I also knew that she could give me pleasure that would send me to places beyond this world.

The car stopped moving. The engine died and there was silence, punctuated only by the tick of cooling metal. The suspension creaked as Alice got out.

The boot opened and sunlight shone in. As my eyes adjusted to the brightness, the silhouette slowly became Alice. I smiled as much as the gag would allow.

“Wipe that stupid grin off your face, slut,” she said with a hint of laughter in her voice.

She untied my hands and feet and helped me out of the boot. There was no one around. The car was parked on the side of a dirt track. She took me by the arm and led me to the front of the car. I felt the rough ground on my naked feet and grimaced slightly.

“That’s the look I prefer,” said Alice.

She laid me on the bonnet, face down and facing the front. The paintwork was hot from the engine underneath. She spread my legs and tied each ankle to one of the rear view mirrors. Another rope went around my waist and looped between my legs so that it rubbed against my crotch. Alice tied a rope between the waist loop and the back of my gag. When she pulled it tight, Pendik Escort my head was forced up and back so that I now stared down the track.

Lastly, she took my arms and tied each wrist to opposite ends of the bumper. I was spread-eagled on the hood of the car like some grotesque ornament.

My breasts were pressed against the warm hood, causing the nipple clamps to dig in more. The vibe still hummed away in my sex.

“I always wanted a Rolls Royce, with that flying chick on the hood,” she said, looking down at me with a smile, “but you look so much cuter.”

The sun shone down on my bare back. She started the engine and set off. She didn’t drive too quickly, but it felt fast enough to me. The world came at me like I was on a rollercoaster. I was thrown about, pulling on my tied limbs, and the vibrations from the engine did funny things to my body. It was getting dark when we got there.

Alice pulled up and started to unpack, leaving me tied to the car. I watched as she put up the tent. She had done it before, I could tell, by the speed with which she did it.

She cooked her dinner. The smell from the barbecue was tantalising. She came over to me, removed my gag and kissed me passionately. I could taste the food on her, and felt my stomach rumble. She gave me a glass of water and replaced my gag.

“You snored pretty bad last night, angel. I don’t want you waking up any animals.”

I watched her go to the tent and saw her silhouette undress. Then the little light in the tent went out. I was left to squirm on the bonnet. The mosquitoes had a better meal than I did, and I couldn’t even scratch the itches.

I didn’t sleep much. As tired as I was, it was never going to be easy tied like that. When, finally, the sun rose I was grateful to see Alice come out of her tent pretty early.

“Good morning, hun,” she said. “I need you to kick start my day, sweetie.”

She walked up to me and pulled up her t-shirt. She undid my gag and then pressed her sex to my face. I licked diligently and realised I was tasting something very sweet.

“Oh yeah, hun,” she said, seeing the expression on my face. “I put your jam on there. We only have enough bread to make toast for me.”

I licked hungrily at the sugary sweetness of her until finally I heard a moan of delight escape her lips. She backed away and went about making herself some breakfast.

She took her time eating, but at last she untied me and helped me off the hood of the car. She told me to go take care of my lavatory needs but not to dare cum, like I needed reminding of that rule.

When I came back she had laid some clothes out for me.

“Get dressed, sweetie. We’re going for a walk. Don’t forget your backpack.”

I dressed, glad of some cover from the bugs that had been making a meal of me. Alice handed me the backpack. It felt heavy, and I heard a clanking noise as the weight shifted inside. I hoisted it onto my shoulders and we set off.

The track was fantastic. It was so peaceful up in the hills. We saw some wildlife and stopped for a picnic. Alice ate, while all I got was a glass of water.

Finally we came to a dead end and Alice turned to me.

“Through here, hun,” she said.

I followed her between two thick bushy trees into a small clearing, just big enough for the two of us. She grabbed me and kissed me more passionately than I could remember ever being kissed. Her tongue flicked against mine. My head was spinning, and I felt my sex stirring.

“Undress,” she said.

I didn’t argue and quickly undressed. She handcuffed my hands behind my back and lowered me into a kneeling position. She put a spreader bar between my legs and, unusually, she used padlocks to secure it in place.

With a small chain she locked the handcuffs to the spreader, trapping me in my kneeling position. She pushed a ball gag into my mouth and again used a padlock to secure it. I wondered why all this security was necessary.

I heard her moving about behind me for a while. She was whistling, which was a sure sign that I was about to suffer.

“Ok, hun,” she said as she walked around in front of me. “Behind you is a lump of ice with a key frozen inside. When the ice melts, the key will fall to your hands and you will be able to unlock your cuffs from the spreader bar. The rest of the keys are back at camp. I’ll see you there.”

My eyes widened as I looked at her, not quite able to believe that she was serious. How could she leave me like this?

“What’s the matter, sweetie? Not quite mean enough for you?” She reached into the backpack and pulled out a jar. “This should help.”

She rubbed some honey on my sex and upper legs. I moaned at her touch. As she walked away, she kicked over an ant hill Anadolu Yakası Escort that was in front of me.

I watched as the insects crawled up my legs, and felt the small bites on my most sensitive areas. It itched like crazy, and I hoped the ice wouldn’t take too long to melt.

The sun beat on my back. I felt the ants crawling all over my most intimate parts. Their tiny legs were amazing, their bites not quite so welcome. The pain kept my orgasm at bay.

Finally, after what seemed like hours I felt the key hit my back. At first, I couldn’t find it. I fumbled desperately and was just beginning to panic when I felt the metallic shape at my fingertips. I managed to get it in the lock and turned it. It opened with a click. I slowly got to my feet. My legs were stiff and sore.

I stood there, naked. My hands were cuffed behind my back. The spreader bar held my ankles about three feet apart, and the ball gag was locked in my mouth. I was going to have to walk back to camp like this.

I listened carefully. The only noises I could hear were birdsong and the wind in the trees. I struggled onto the main path. My movements were limited, and I knew I was going to need plenty of notice to get hidden if anyone else came along.

The stones on the path dug into my feet. My whole body had to move with every step. It was slow going. Dusk was drawing near, making it hard to see the track.

Despite my predicament, I was aroused. I thought of a group of guys finding me like this, then having their way with me. My sex was dripping. Some of the ants still clung to me, biting.

I saw the camp up ahead and started to move a little quicker. Then I saw something that made my heart sink. It was a car. Two more were parked behind it.

I heard voices, and tried to place them.

Slowly, I made my way closer, trying hard not to be noticed. I screamed into the gag when someone tapped me on my shoulder.

“Come on, hurry up.” I almost died from relief. It was Tim. “You’re the star attraction, slut.”

He took me by my arm and dragged me across the rough ground. My feet felt as though they were torn to shreds.

A camp fire blazed in the middle of the large clearing. Around it I saw Harold in his wheelchair, Robyn and Alice.

“About time, bitch,” said Alice. “You’ve kept us waiting long enough.”

I tried to say something through the gag in my mouth but it was useless. I looked at them, still feeling the ache in my sex, my juices flowing continuously down my leg.

“Time for some fun,” said Tim.

He crouched down and undid the spreader bar on my legs. I shook them, enjoying the feeling of freedom. He placed a blindfold on me. As I stood in the darkness, I felt an occasional hand touch me. I heard giggling. Then I heard the unmistakeable sound of a hammer hitting something solid into the ground.

I felt their hands under my arms, lifting me. They pulled my legs apart and lifted me higher still. I screamed as they tipped me and lowered me onto a thick, metal object. It penetrated my sex, deep and deeper. Just as I thought I could take no more, my toes touched the ground. I tried lowering myself to my feet, but I could take any more inside me.

They removed the blindfold. I looked down and jumped a little, but I was well and truly trapped. I wasn’t going anywhere, that was for sure. The dildo was deep inside me and the steel bar firmly entrenched in the ground.

“You like that, slut,” said Alice. She gazed at me lustfully.

I stared back at her. The gag in my mouth stopped me from answering. I looked at the four of them as they smiled at my new predicament.

They left me there for a good hour or so. They ate, and drank, and enjoyed a laugh, usually at my expense. I was still unable to protect my naked body, and the bugs had a feast at my expense.

The food was driving me insane. Alice had cooked a roast on the barbecue, with all the trimmings. It looked and smelt like heaven. My stomach rumbled in protest. It felt like I hadn’t eaten in days.

The wine was flowing, and everyone was having a good time except the poor blonde with a dildo rammed up her sex. I felt a little left out, but that was about to change.

The four of them surrounded me. They wheeled Harold in front of me, a control box on his lap. Tim ran wires from it and attached them to the dildo inside me. I watched him nervously.

Harold turned a dial slowly and I felt the dildo come to life. The vibrations were deep inside me, slowly building. My jaw started to tremble, my head dropped as I tried to breathe. Then he turned it all the way back down.

I stood there, looking at him. I felt my juices still flowing and I wondered how the hell I could produce so much when I was İstanbul Escort so thirsty. I looked at him in his chair, this little old man, torturing a girl young enough to be his granddaughter.

He turned the dial again, slowly. The vibrations built. My head dropped back until I was looking up at the star-filled sky. My chest heaved and my eyes almost popped out of my head. I could feel my sex convulsing and I knew I was about to cum. Again, he slowed it right down. I screamed behind the gag. My eyes pleaded with him.

“It’s funny, isn’t it,” said Alice, “how an eighty-year-old mute man can make you beg him.”

My face was stop-light red. I looked into his grey eyes, the one part of him that was still full of life. He turned the dial again. My heart was racing. My whole body was alive. I moaned behind the gag. Again my body told him I was close and again he turned the vibe down. I was absolutely manic, begging loudly behind the gag.

Harold’s body was shaking as he laughed at me. He toyed with the dial, teasing me. I begged him as best I could. He never stopped laughing.

They left me like that for a while. Robyn, Tim, and Alice ran their hands over my body. Every touch was like electricity through my body. The sweat beaded on me. My body was shaking.

Then I saw Alice. She stood there with her legs apart, a riding crop in her hand. Tim and Robyn stood next to her, also holding crops. They circled me.

They started to swat me all over with the crops. I squealed behind the gag. Harold started the vibe again. He quickly increased and decreased the vibrations. The crops hit me all over. I felt my body drifting, almost floating, then I almost launched myself off the dildo. My whole body was alive, and each time a crop hit me I felt another orgasm come. I went into subspace, and hoped that the feeling would last forever.

When I woke up finally, it was the next day. The sleeping bag was so warm I didn’t want to move. The sun shone through the opening at the front of the tent.

I got up, and realised I was still naked. I stretched out my jaw. The gag was gone.

I walked outside of the tent and stretched in the morning sun. Its warmth played over my naked body. I looked around and saw Alice walking towards me.

I noticed the other cars had gone. My friends must have gone home early.

“Morning, sweetie,” said Alice. She kissed me gently on my lips.

“Hey,” I said, realising I was pretty hungry and thirsty.

Alice knew I would be, of course, and brought me over a bowl of cereal.

“Sorry, hun,” she said, “that’s all that’s left.”

I didn’t care. I ate it quickly and washed it down with a glass of water that Alice poured for me.

We both sat and watched as nature passed us by. Finally Alice stood and took me by the hand. She led me into the tent, and zipped up the flap.

She stripped for me, slowly, and looked me in the eye as she lay down. I curled up next to her. I moved my body in close, pressing myself into her. I stroked my fingertips down her body and slowly across her sex.

I traced the tip of my tongue around her ear, listening to her breathing quicken. I looked down and watched as her chest started to move up and down.

I slid a single finger into her sex and started to stroke it around inside of her. I heard her inhale a deep breath, her body tensing up slightly, then relaxing.

“Christ, you know how to push my buttons, Caz.”

I smiled inwardly as I kissed down her neck, occasionally flicking my tongue at her flesh. I nibbled gently along her shoulder blade. Alice moaned with desire.

I slid a second finger inside of her and moved both of them in and out. I was careful to avoid her clit. Alice pretty much always needed some clitoral stimulation to cum, and I knew how to avoid it.

I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked lightly on it. Her hips moved up, pushing at my fingers. Her breathing quickened.

I kissed down her body, feeling her rising and falling with her mounting passion. I kissed down her thighs, nibbling slightly, and removed my fingers from her sex.

I kissed along where her panties would normally lie. Her moans got louder. I could hear her almost praying for that touch. I slid the tip of my tongue between her labia, parting her sweet lips. I moved my tongue in circles like a building cyclone.

“God! Please, Caz hun!” Another moan escaped her lips, the once-mighty Domme falling again.

I moved up to her hard little clit and flicked my tongue across it. My two fingers returned her dripping sex, opening her and moving quickly in and out.

Her breathing was ragged, her chest moving up and down quickly. Her labia were crimson, swollen and ready for the spasms that would soon flow through her. The scream came and I felt her juices fly past my cheek.

She shook for a while before finally coming to rest. I curled up next to her, my head resting on her chest.

“Caz, hun,” said Alice, when she’d finally caught her breath, “will you marry me?”

I looked her in the eye.

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Black Man One Ch. 22

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Sitting alone in my livingroom, I was shocked by the events that has just taken place. Suddenly, I realized the black stud’s “cum-soaked” sweaty bikini was still over my head and face. In disgust, and like an angry child, I removed them and threw them towards the front door. I cried in the shame and humiliation of knowing that I was not even close to being the “man” he was.

My worst nightmares of losing Julie to a younger and more masculine black stud had been realized. Or, so it seemed. It had been going on for over 3 months now, and the feeling of her finally coming back to me felt so shallow. After hearing that their relationship was pretty much “over” I couldn’t understand why he was fucking her, once again. To me, it didn’t make much sense at all. The manner in which he was doing so was insolent, like he was “rubbing it in my face” ven more.

I also couldn’t believe that I was actually sitting there waiting for Tra’mon to finish fucking my wife, Julie. In disgrace, I was waiting for him to return her to me so we can get our life back to the way it was.

But, that seemed more like a distant dream now.

With mixed emotions, I contemplated how my life would be now that Julie would be back. That is, if she came back at all. I wondered how she would perceive me. Now that she was fully aware of the extent of humiliation, and what the black man had been putting me through, how would she perceive me?

“Will Julie ever see me as the loving and respectful husband that I was, again?” I asked myself.

“Oh, Geez. Will Julie EVER be able to even see me as a man again?” I wondered, insecurely.

As I sat waiting with the most awful feelings of complete shame and utter defeat, I became lost in thought. Time had become insignificant as I tried to make sense of all that was happening, and what I was going to do next. The thought of running away and starting a new life with Julie entered my mind for a moment. Even the thought of calling the police and filing some sort of “false” charge for harrassment came to mind. But, that was merely a fleeting thought as I reasoned that I would surely get my “ass kicked” if I ever attempted such a thing. Besides, the less people knew about this the better.

That is when my cell phone “chirped” another incoming message.

Panicked, I had the dreadful feeling that the message would be from Tra’mon. And, it was. I looked at my phone and realized that it had been 35 minutes since I last saw him fucking Julie in the foyer of his condo apartment. My first thought was that he must have finished “using” her, and I jumped out of my seat.

“Don’t forget ’bout my shit either, boy.” the message read.

By now, I knew that the black man referred to his dirty, worn bikini underwear as “his shit.” Embarrassed, I glanced over to the little mesh bag sitting on the floor near Julie’s duffle bags. I didn’t even remember bringing them back from his apartment. Maltepe Escort Not at the time.

I was appalled by the thought that he was expecting me to continue “handwashing” his bikinis after my wife would be returning.

With such unreal arrogance, the young black man was expecting me to continue the demoralizing task. Even after he was seemingly “dismissing” Julie from his apartment he was telling me to continue this.

“W-What the?…” I moaned.

“H-He can’t POSSIBLY be serious?!” I groaned.

“How can that b-be?” I sniveled.

It was at that time when I heard light “tapping” of fingernails at my front door. My entire tall body became even weaker with fear. I rushed to the door and looked through the “peep” hole as scared as a rabbit. I could see Julie standing there, hunched over and completely naked.

She looked a complete and total wreck!

“Oh my gawd, Julie?” I screamed inside.

As I opened the door, Julie was standing there in the hallway literally “crouched over” in pain. Her arms were crossed and covered her bare, enhanced breasts. Her face was partially bent to the floor. She seemed embarrassed by her appearance, and for obvious reasons.

The black stud’s thick “cum” blatantly ran from her swollen pussy and was literally cascading down both of her inner thighs. Julie’s blonde, braided hair was a “tangled” mess, and looked like it was filled with the same thick seed. Julie’s partially hidden face was as red as I had ever seen it.

“Julie?… Julie?!” I cried. “Are y-you okay?” I asked in my startled and worried state.

Julie simply began walking inside. She was flustered and obviously in the deepest pain I had ever seen. My wife “winced” in pain with every step she took as she literally “tip-toed” her way inside.

“I-It’s fine. Just leave me alone, Richard.” she said, her voice shaking in pain.

I tried reaching out to help her, but as soon as I touched her hand and shoulders to assist she immediately withdrew.

“Don’t!” she yelled.

“Don’t touch me! Please. Just don’t touch me!” she screamed, slapping my hand away in the most abrupt and angered manner.

Taken aback, I simply withdrew my hands. Seeing her in such pain caused feelings of anger in me. I didn’t know how to respond to them since I have never had any backbone before.

“Wh-what happened, J-Jules?” I quivered.

“J-Jules?!” I repeated as she made her way to bedroom croched in severe pain.

“Richard, stop. You know what happened. Please, please just get me an ice pack from the freezer.” she said.

As I watched Julie pass me by in her bent over position I could see the black man’s cum spilling out from her backside. She was literally leaving a train of the black stud’s cum on the carpeted floor as she minced her way towards the bedroom. It was more than obvious that he had also fucked her in the ass, and I gasped Kartal Escort out loud.

“J-Julie? Wh-What? Did he h-hit you? Oh my gawd, Julie?!!” I cried.

“Richard, stop that! No, he didn’t! That doesn’t matter. Just get me an ice bag and some ibuprofen.” she said firmly.

Humiliated, I ran off to the kitchen and prepared an ice pack for my obviously well-fucked wife. I was becoming irritated by the sight of her being in such pain. I was demoralized beyond what words can describe.

When I returned, Julie was laying on her back on the bed writing in pain. I literally dropped the ice back when I finally had a straight on full view of her face. On her forehead, written in a thick black laundry marker, were the obnoxious words, “NIGGAZ’ FUCKHOLE.”

“Oh gawd, Julie!” I yelled.

“H-He wr-wrote on you?!!?” I stammered.

Julie didn’t seem to care. She didn’t care in the least, and she was actually becoming disturbed by the sound of my voice more than anything.

“Just give me the ice pack, Richard. Let it go.” she warned.

“Trey was just angry. Trey was just extremely rough and aggressive with me today, that’s all.” she stated as I handed her the ice pack.

Julie placed the ice bag onto her swollen and “beaten to a pulp” pussy. She winced in more pain as she tried holding it in place. Her nude body laying on the bed in such a “used” condition that I could hardly believe it.

“B-But, he wrote on you Jules. D-Do you know what he wr-wrote?!” I gasped.

“No, Richard. I don’t and it doesn’t matter.” Julie returned.

“Just leave it alone. It’s all your fault, anyway. Don’t make things worse.” Julie accused.

“M-M-Me?” I asked, in shock.

“Just let it go, Richard. Trey was so furious after talking to you. I’m sure that’s why he was so rough with me.” she explained, writhing in further intense pain.

I couldn’t believe the words coming from Julie’s lips. She was bascially telling me that I had put Tra’mon into this rough and overly-aggressive mood. She was saying that I had set him off.

“B-But, Jules. I-I didn’t do anything. I-I swear. I d-didn’t. I-I-I mean… he wrote all that stuff on y-you?!” I asked, grabbing a small mirror from the chest of drawers.

“Can’t you see wh-what he wrote?” I asked, holding the mirror up to Julie.

But, she just pushed my hand away. She didn’t want to look. My wife didn’t want to see the condition the young black stud had put her in. She simply didn’t care to.

“Just stop. It’s not his fault. I told you not to anger him like that, Richard.” she yelled.

“I warned you.” she lashed back.

“But, J-Julie… he wrote…” I began, wondering why my wife was actually defending the black man that had fucked her so brutally.

“Just leave me alone, Richard. It doesn’t matter what he wrote.” she yelled, pushing me away.

“I’m whatever he says I am. I’m whatever Kurtköy Escort he decides I am. Just let it go already!” she said.

“I’ll be fine.” she added.

Her words stunned me, once again.

“Just leave. Get out. I need to rest. Please, Richard. Please. Just go.” Julie returned.

Defeated, I just placed the 3 pain pills in Julie’s delicate pale hands. I began walking out of the bedroom with a feeling of helplessness. Part of me was angered as I turned and looked at how “roughly fucked” Julie was.

I was beyond shocked as she layed there so thoroughly used with that nasty writing on her forehead. Julie layed there after being fucked harder than she had ever been fucked before, and I was both worried and humiliated.

It was painfully obvious that Tra’mon was making another statement. He had written that on her forehead on purpose to get back at me in some sort of unusual way. He did that to “rub it in my nose” even more. My brief anger began to boil over as I watched Julie fall asleep minutes later.

Unsure of what I would do next, I stood looking out to the pool area for quite awhile. Part of me wanted to go down to the black man’s apartment and say something. I knew Julie might even be proud of me “if” I defended her honor and told him off.

But, the reality was that I was scared to.

Cowardly, I contemplated the way I was going to “run away” more than I thought about confronting him. That thought crossed my mind even more so. But, I couldn’t stop thinking about Julie and the things she had said earlier. With a defeated feeling, I couldn’t get her words out of my mind.

She had said so many things that hurt my pride. She had made so many references that I was a “lesser” man than the young black stud. She had told me that I could never defend her, like a real man should. These thoughts replayed in my head over and over.

It was around midnight when I finally decided that I needed to step outside and get some air. I “peeked” out into the parking lot first to make sure Tra’mon’s car wasn’t there. Like a “big pussy,” I was not yet ready to face the black man again. The thought made me feel weak in the knees.

Julie had been passed out for hours by now. I stood in the dark parking lot, alone, and thinking about how I could possibly manage this marriage after all that has happened.

To me, the young black stud had “ruined” my life. He had “ruined my wife, too. Nothing could have changed what happened, yet I worried about how I would be able to get over the horrific events of the past 3 months. I wondered why Julie was still defending him after all that had happened, and I was embarrassed by the cowardly feelings I had.

As I sat on one of the curbed concrete blocks in the parking lot, I out my head down into my hands to think. That is when I heard a whisper coming from the direction of the condo building entrance, and from the darkness.

“Richard?… Richard?” the heavy whisper shouted.

When I turned, I spotted a group of the other white husbands huddled between a sea of large bushes that bordered the fenced in pool area. I couldn’t tell who’s voice it was, but it was obvious they were hiding.

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Emily sits comfortably in the waiting room, texting and smiling. There is no question in my mind with whom my lovely wife is texting, nor much less any doubts about the lewd and obscene content of their texts. Emily looks totally ravishingly beautiful, dressed smartly in her business attire, her generous breasts bobbing up and down with every breath; her legs, coyly crossed, suggesting what mysteries and joys lay between them.

I sit opposite on the sofa, mother-in-law Betty next to me, her hand casually on my lap. From time to time, Betty nudges her hand up, moving the cock cage, painfully reminding me of my predicament. Moreover, my swollen testicles make it very uncomfortable sitting in one position for a long time. Betty knows this and makes it a point to remind me.

The receptionist Alma sits at her work station, busy with her work, but not too busy to look up from time to time at me and smile. After all, the receptionist has watched me masturbate, taking a long time and producing just a few droplets to show for my effort. A green light lights up at her workstation, and she turns to Emily, “Barbara will see you now.”

Barbara thanks her, rises from her seat, arranges her blouse, and motions to her mother and husband to follow her. Barbara greets Emily warmly and affectionately. I often wonder if my wife is also fucking the therapist but aren’t sure what the rules of professional etiquette are regarding patient-client sexual liaisons. In short, most likely, yes.

Barbara’s husband, Ken, for sure.

Barbara motions Emily to make herself comfortable on the therapy couch, and Betty on the armchair on the side. Casually Barbara tells me, “Take off your suit, shirt and tie, and fold them neatly on the chair.”

I obey, standing in the middle of the room in a very sexy matching camisole-panties-bra set. My penis is safely held in place by the cock cage. The feeling of standing in the middle of the room, exposed and vulnerable, in full view of my lovely wife, her mother, and our marriage counsellor makes my penis throb harder, struggling valiantly to leap out, the cage proving more than a match for my masculine instinct. The constant ooze of pre-cum glistens in the afternoon light, dripping slowly, wetting nicely, making a small puddle at my feet. Barbara, the marriage counsellor seems either totally uninterested, or oblivious of it.

Barbara: “Well, Emily, it’s so good to have you back! This is the midpoint of your marriage counselling programme. Looking at my detailed notes, I see that last time you had used the word LIBERATED to describe how you felt about your marital sexuality. What words would you use today?”

Emily:”Full-service!”

Both women laugh. Emily has always been sexually cold and indifferent with me. The extent of our marital relationship has been Emily taking off her plain panties in bed a few times a year, opening her legs, letting me copulate and insert my semen, then putting her plain panties back on. Nine months later, a child. Repeat four times throughout their marriage. Period.

At her mother’s suggestion, she and I have come to marriage counselling sessions with Barbara. It costs me an arm and a leg, and Emily insists it has been the best “investment” we have ever made. Barbara has not only restored Emily’s sex drive, but has also turned her into a breeding woman, one who fucks with reckless abandon. Barbara asks Emily to explain what she means, carefully taking notes.

Emily:”I have the confidence to take any man I want and give him the best sex he’s ever and will ever have. From the small 5 inches to the average 7 inches, and way beyond, I do it knowing I’m the very best. My daily Kegels help a lot: my vaginal muscles are super tight and toned. Of course, the very huge ones take some patience and positioning to let them in all the way. Ditto with the very small 5 inches.”

Barbara takes careful note, smiling all along. I squirm very uncomfortably. It isn’t just that my lovely wife cheerfully acknowledges that she is loosely fucking other men, but that in addition she refers to 5 inches as “very small”. That is my length and it has never occurred to me that I would be considered “very small”.

Emily:”So as I was saying, I am full-service! I can give a hand job that’ll make any man from flaccid to ejaculate in thirty seconds flat! And I’ve been told I give the best blow jobs anywhere! It took me a while and lots of practice to overcome the gag instinct, and now I can deep-throat any man, no matter how huge, and have him ejaculate down my oesophagus. Not a drop spilled!”

I am sweating profusely, listening to my lovely wife talk so freely about jerking off, fucking, and sucking other men as if it is the most natural thing in the world, when she has been so cold to me in all the thirty years of our marriage.

I hear Barbara ask my lovely wife, “Anal?”

Emily blushes, “Not yet. I’m saving myself for the right man. Or men!” she quickly Pendik Escort adds, both women laughing.

Barbara: “Women? Are you enjoying lesbian sex just as much?”

Emily blushes lightly and smiles at their marriage counsellor, whispering almost softly, “Barbara, you know I do…”

Barbara smiles back, still taking careful notes, “Any interesting developments in your recent sexual life you’d want to share with me?”

Emily seems almost too shy to continue, “Well, the Face Time event. I was giving this guy what I thought was a good blow job. He pulled out his cell phone and soon had me on Face Time so his buddies at the pool hall could see another man’s wife giving him a blow job. He had the phone close up to my face. I had to face the camera at all times, eyes wide open. I tried to do even better, rolling his huge penis in my mouth, pulling it all the way down my throat, against my cheeks, anything to show his buddies how good I am. And they were cheering me on, calling me all sorts of names, talking about me. I was so self-conscious!”

I feel a bit of ejaculate ooze out and dribble down my cock cage. My heart is pounding; my skin alive, my legs, shaking. The cock cage is too tight. My wife is driving me out of my mind with her whoredom and there is nothing I can do but stand there, dressed like the sissy I really am, hearing my wife relish her experiences, encouraged by their marriage counsellor, admired by her mother.

Emily:”Edward likes to be called Shirley now. But we’ll use Edward if it’s easier for you Barbara dear. She talks about blue balls. Especially on the every other night when she gets extended release Viagra. Is that normal during marriage counselling? She says it’s very painful.”

Barbara: “Good, very good. It HAS to be painful. It’s part of the marriage counselling awareness treatment. Make sure, however, that you distribute the pain evenly throughout the testicles. When Edward says her balls hurt, fondle and massage them. Hard. Roll them in your hands. Rub them deeply. She NEEDS to feel the pain evenly distributed. It’s an important part of her marriage counselling treatment. Betty, you should do it also from time to time, when your daughter is not at home. Here, Betty, give it a try now.”

Betty is perhaps a bit too eager. Or too inexperienced. Or too strong-handed. Whatever, I feel bolts of thundering pain shoot from my swollen testicles throughout my body – and up all the way to the heavens! Betty is clearly enjoying her newly-acquired skills of domination.

Barbara:”Any interest in men yet?”

Emily:”Not yet. Well,” she hastily adds. “Funny you should ask! I’ve noticed something quite interesting, actually. When I come home after dating, I sometimes sit reverse-cowboy on Edward’s face, making the sissy eat the other men’s ejaculate while I jiggle and tug on the cock cage. I feel the sissy’s cock getting harder and stiffer in the cage when the sissy is forced to eat real men’s ejaculate! Could that be possible?”

Barbara: “That’s really good news! It shows the marriage therapy counselling is also working well for Edward! We’re starting to make real progress here! Here’s what we will do. Let’s change the prescription routine. We’re going to bring down and reduce the extended release Viagra to only twice a week. Just to keep the testicles churning out semen. And we will kick up the female hormone replacement to five times a week. That’ll continue to work on feminizing Edward. Much more aggressively, of course.”

There is little I can say. The women are talking about me as if I am not there, as if I am some kind of remote object. My lovely wife feeding me a daily dose of sexual therapy pills over which I have no control. And yet, the effects are extremely pronounced on my mind, body, and psyche. My mind is spinning out of control, and I hear the conversation continue quite casually.

Barbara: “You’ll notice that Edward will become interested in men quite quickly. Start by showing Edward training videos with men masturbating. Have Edward learn to talk about what the men are doing, what the men look like, to describe their penises, to comment on how good the men must feel when they ejaculate. Make Edward talk a lot.”

Emily:”You do of course realize that Edward is not gay; nor a woman, for that matter. Edward is purely and simply a sissy!”

Barbara: “Of course! And you know something, Emily darling? The taller they stand, the harder they fall. Just like my husband!”

The women laugh. It is a shared laugh. I sense the women are having some kind of inside joke or something. Already, they have pretty much admitted to having lesbian sex. Which of course turns me on wildly, thinking of my lovely, sexually indifferent Emily freely fucking countless other men AND now also women!

Wait! Did my lovely wife also fuck Barbara’s husband?

Barbara: “Let’s start light. We’ll have Edward suck my husband’s cock for starters. You know that my husband will not have it. Anadolu Yakası Escort Any part of it. So, what we will do is have Edward dress up really pretty. Really sexy. Really whorish. On her knees, like the cheap slut she’s become, on her knees, and suck on my husband’s cock. After all, Emily, the taller they stand, the harder they fall!”

Emily giggles with joy, “Yes! Brilliant! And let’s make Edward suck Ken’s cock repeatedly. Until they both get it right! I can’t wait to see it! Ken ejaculates so much! Edward might drown! Yes! Brilliant idea!”

“But I’ll have to show my husband just how and just where to place her mouth to catch Ken’s ejaculate. This is so much fun, Barbara! I’m so glad mommy made my husband and I come to marriage counselling therapy!”

“I feel so revived, so liberated, so full-service!”

I feel that I too have something to say. My voice quivers, insecure and totally out of place. Actually, it is something I want to ask. After all, it is only fair. My lovely wife is fucking the therapist. My lovely wife also happens to be fucking her husband. And soon he will be forced to perform oral sex on another man, me; for the sheer amusement of my lovely wife. I gather the courage to ask, albeit quite meekly, “Barbara, may I kiss you?”

Barbara and Emily burst into laughter. “For heaven’s sake, sissy Edward! What on earth made you think of that! You know this is strictly a professional service that’s being rendered! No. Absolutely not. No, you may not kiss me.”

Barbara turns to Betty, Emily’s mother. Betty, a mature woman, full of self-confidence, in top physical shape, is all smiles. It has been her idea to urge her daughter, Emily, to go for marriage counselling. Betty knows that her daughter has married a man who is UNWILLING and INCAPABLE of fucking his very own wife. She decided it was time to get her daughter the professional counselling and guidance she needs. Betty, twice widowed (cancer, both times) has not had sex in decades. She does not want her daughter to continue to go through years of ovulation without ever orgasming. The results with Emily have been way beyond Barbara’s wildest expectations. Now she’s turning her attention on me.

Barbara: “Betty, how did it feel when you first let Edward’s penis out of its protective cock cage and rolled back his foreskin?”

BETTY:”Oh heavens! Edward’s foreskin was so tight! So adhered! I took all the time in the world, making sure it was painfully obvious what I was doing. Both hands. Lots of fingers to make sure I was getting all of it at once. Slowly. Just watching the sissy squirm. It was all so beautiful!”

Barbara smiles, “You did very well. I read your report. I gather it was extremely painful for the sissy? She cried a lot? And you had to give her tissues when it was all rolled back so she could dry her tears?”

BETTY:”Well, Barbara, you know I’ve known all along how Edward sneaks an occasional peak at me when she thinks I’m not looking. So, I knew it was just a matter of making myself very clear. With the penis released out of the cock cage and painfully rolling back the foreskin for the first time in decades, Edward had – committed – an ejaculation. Small, nothing really all that important, but still had one. I parted my legs and let Edward devour my pussy. You know, Edward cannot and does not know HOW to fuck, so I wasn’t worried in the least!”

Emily, Barbara, and Betty laugh heartily.

Barbara: “Isn’t that the truth! OK, let’s move on, shall we, ladies? I have here Edward’s pre-therapy interview. Confidential, of course, one-on-one. The rules of patient-therapist confidentiality do not extend to the wife and mother-in-law. You are of course allowed to see it’s contents. Edward told me in strict confidentiality that she’s taken lots of pictures of you, Betty, in the shower, when you’re not looking. She uses them to masturbate. Or at least, used to look at them. Now she can’t masturbate because of the cage, so we’ll have to make some adjustments. Letting Edward eat your pussy was a nice start.”

I am freaking out. Here I was confiding in Barbara my deepest secrets, my most intimate fetishes, my wildest fantasies. I had assumed it was all confidential, all top-secret, all for the benefit of our marriage. And here is the therapist – who by the way fucks my wife and is going to force me into sucking her husband’s cock – here is the therapist spilling all the beans.

Total humiliation for me!

Barbara keeps talking, almost casually, “Edward did cheat on you, Emily. Among many others, he did have an affair with an older woman. Let me see here. Ah yes, he was in his twenties and she was in her forties. Tall, skinny, great body, small tits, nipples like organ stops, he referred to her. So, I guess we can conclude that in addition to being UNWILLING and INCAPABLE of fucking you, Emily, it shows your sissy husband lusts after older women and especially his mother-in-law.”

BETTY:”I feel flattered! İstanbul Escort A sissy masturbating about ME! All along I had thought Edward was impotent! Only to find out she does lewd and obscene things with ME! That is so wrong. So taboo. So incestuous! So hot! Oh heavens, this marriage counselling therapy is starting to work very well for me, too!” Betty laughs cheerfully.

Barbara: “Very good, Betty, very good. Now we need to get you more involved. Much more involved. Start with the cock cage. Rattle it around at home, as often as you want. Hard. Much harder. Really hard. Don’t worry at all. It’s of a clever design and tightly adjusted. It won’t come off. Hard. Really hard. Makes Edward very and painfully aware of her testicles swelling up, of the penis not getting hard no matter what. Betty, be as aggressive as you dare with the cock cage.

There is also this, which you will enjoy using from time to time.”

Emily and Betty get a bit closer to Barbara to see what she has in her hand. It seems like a thin, shiny stainless-steel rod, slightly curved, about eight inches long, again curved, with smooth and rounded tips.

Barbara: “This is a penile urethral sound. Always keep it in the refrigerator for best results. When you want to use it, Betty, take it out of the refrigerator, apply lots of lubricant, and simply slide it into Edward’s pee hole, through the opening at the top of the cock cage. Go slow. Sort of let it slide in by gravity. Don’t force it. Let it slide in all the way. As deep as you want it to go. Gently pull it out. Repeat. In. Out. In. Out.”

Emily:”You mean, it’s like fucking my husband? I mean, like fucking my husband’s tiny pee hole? This is so much fun!”

Barbara: “Precisely. Just like fucking Edward’s tiny pee hole. Betty, do it whenever you’re in the mood for it. As deep as you want, as slowly as you feel like it. But there is one thing I need to warn you. You may notice that Edward’s girlie penis is hyper-sensitive. It will become MUCH more sensitive with the massive dosage of female hormone replacement therapy we’re going to start giving her. If you thought Edward’s desire for anal penetration was getting strong, this girlie penis penetration is about to become her obsession. Edward will do anything and everything imaginable, anything you demand, just to have his tiny pee hole fucked!”

Emily:”Including when I order my husband to suck your husband’s cock?”

Barbara: “Including, yes, that too. Betty, when you fuck Edward’s tiny pee hole very well – and you’ll learn quickly to be the best – you may notice that Edward may start to ejaculate. Ignore it. Leave it alone. walk away. Let the ejaculation ruin on its own. Since there is nothing – absolutely nothing – Edward can do about it, the penis will soon go flaccid. It’s a good time to take off the cock cage, wash it, and if you want, apply some numbing cream on the top of the penis. You can then let Edward try to fuck your pussy. Flaccid and numb, there’ll be nothing for you to worry about. Ten minutes, fifteen tops, and back into the cock cage she goes. Edward will love you forever!”

Emily and Betty are amazed how fast the hour of marriage counselling has passed. Expensive, to be sure, but that is why I have taken on a second job. To pay for the marriage counselling sessions, in part, but also to pay for the lingerie, sexy apparel, motel rooms, assorted condoms, and all the other items Emily is getting for her whoredom.

Betty, twice before widowed, is rediscovering sex. She can’t wait to go home and tell her two other daughters, Bianca and Ursula. To say little of what she will tell the other ladies at their weekly tea-and-card games evenings!

Surely, the other ladies too will want to meet a REAL sissy. One that is totally girlie AND squirts.

Doesn’t Betty ever have the perfect model to show off… her very own son-in-law, me!

A few days after the counselling session the moment I had been dreading has arrived. Everyone in the village now knows all about us! I’ve realised for some time that it was inevitable that my lovely wife’s behaviour would become public knowledge. In a way I am proud of her reputation as the village whore (some are even calling her the village bike). Of course it means some people are laughing at me behind my back but I try not to let it bother me. But once mommy Betty had arranged a special evening with the ladies of the village with me dressed as a maid the news that I had become Emily’s sissy spread around the village like wildfire.

“You’ll be the guest of honour Shirley dear.” Mommy Betty tells me. “Stop looking so horrified. It’ll be fine. Now you won’t forget to curtsey nicely when you bring in the tea and cakes will you?”

This attempt at reassurance did little to make me feel any better.

I’m still dressing as a man when I’m outside the house but at the same time thinking that there is little point. Surprisingly I’ve had a number of positive reactions from villagers since the news got out. Barry who I play badminton with even came round to the house earlier today and congratulated me.

“You’re so brave Edward. I had my suspicions that you were a little bit effeminate all these years I’ve known you. Have you been a cross dresser for long?” Barry asks.

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Part three, including the next three chapters of a work in progress. I would really like to know if anyone else likes this story. It definitely takes a turn during this phase; much harder on the humiliation angle. I’m still trying to figure out where it’s going to go from here. Comments would be greatly appreciated!

Chapter Seven

Suresh tried to discretely move to the edge of the floor during this “ceremony.” He really wasn’t interested in looking at large cocks. Soon, he realized that he had moved over to the pledges once more, and noticed Ruby standing quietly to the side.

Ruby had composed herself since she had been so unceremoniously dismissed on stage, but her eyes were rimmed in red from having cried earlier. Her lipstick was also smudged. Suresh tried not to think about the fact that it was so unkempt because her mouth had been forced around Michael’s huge cock. He thought abstractedly that Michael’s cock must have a ring of red around it from her lipstick.

“Hi, Suresh,” Ruby said quietly, her eyes averted.

“Hi, Ruby,” Suresh replied, and tried to get her to look at him. “I’m sorry you had to go through that on stage. I’m sure it must have been distressing.” Ruby looked up and searched his face, and then visibly brightened when she realized there was no censorious judgement on his part.

“Yes, it was! I couldn’t believe they made me… I mean,” she said, and then trailed off.

“I understand,” Suresh said. “It seems that neither of us have really had any control over what happens tonight, and I certainly don’t blame you.” He was gratified to see her eyes brighten once more.

“Exactly!” she said. Her eyes softened, then she giggled. “You were quite the stud out there, though. I saw all those women rubbing all over you!”

Suresh shrugged. “I have no idea why that happened,” he said, “it’s not like *that’s* ever happened to me before.” Then he noticed her frowning, looking at his shoulder. “What is it?” he asked.

“Could you turn around?” Ruby asked. He did so.

“Did you know you have a whole bunch of little stars on your back?” she asked.

“No,” he said, reaching behind him, and pulling one off. It was a small pink star with a smiley face on it. He suddenly realized that all the back slaps were from the women putting these stickers on his back. But what did it mean?

Jackie, still onstage, had been talking this whole time.

“Now that we have the king and his royal guard, we need a few more people in the king’s court. Now, we need…” she paused for effect, “… a jester!”

There were whoops from the crowd. Suresh was confused. A jester? That seemed silly. All of a sudden, his vision went black. Panicked, he reached for his face, and realized that someone had put a hood over his head.

“Don’t touch it,” came a gruff voice from behind him. Confused, he tried to reach for it again. Just as quickly, both of his arms were grabbed and pulled behind him. “I said don’t touch it,” the voice repeated, angrily. He felt cool metal on his wrists, and was half-pushed, half-carried forwards. Faintly, he could hear Ruby asking someone, “What’s going on? Where are they taking him?”

“He’s one of the candidates for jester,” a voice replied. And then they laughed. “That’s why he had all those stars on his back.”

Suresh was moved quickly through the crowd, and then slowly pushed up some stairs. He realized soon that he was being brought up on the stage. With his arms tied behind him, he really didn’t have much of a chance to escape. The person behind him was pretty skilled at moving his arms to make him turn in whatever direction was needed. Somehow, if he tried to fight it, it would put pressure on his shoulder joint, and the pain would make him gasp. The hood was completely black and velvet on the inside, and it soon smelled of his sweat and desperation. While there were jeers and laughs, the thick material helped mute most of it, giving him a strange sense of disassociation. After reaching the top of the stairs, he was roughly pushed forward, and soon became nervous that he would fall off. However, any time he slowed down at all, his arm would be twisted, and he would have to move faster.

Suddenly his forward progress was stopped by what felt like a blow to his throat. Panicked, he tried to back up, but a hand held the back of his head, and then he felt something encircling his neck. The hood was pulled off.

Blinking his eyes in confusion, he could barely see because of the glare of the stage lights in his eyes. He immediately started sweating; it was so hot! He tried to move away from the lights, but quickly realized that he had been placed in one of those wooden stocks that had been lining the stage. Instead of being perpendicular to the floor, it had been rotated 90 degrees so that it was parallel, and it immobilized him, forcing him to stand up straight. Trying to reach his neck was impossible; he soon realized that his arms must have been immobilized in the those shackles that he had seen.

Jackie’s Pendik Escort voice seemed quieter, as he could hear her speaking without the speakers, which were all pointing outwards.

“Now we have our candidates for jester, and voted on by all the sorority sisters,” she said. Voting? When did this voting happen? Suresh was confused. “During the dance, each sister had the chance to check out each of the candidates and decided who they thought would be the best jester. They each voted by sticking a pink sticker on the back of who they thought should win,” Jackie explained.

Oh! thought Suresh, that explained all those stickers. But why did they all vote for him?

“As those of you who have been here before well know, the jester of the party is the man who has the smallest dick,” Jackie went on.

Suresh’s face turned red and he felt faint as the jeers rebounded throughout the room. With a sinking feeling, he now understood why they had all been rubbing up against him. They were trying to figure out how big he was.

He frantically tried to find Ruby in the crowd, but the glare of the lights was too great.

Suddenly, he felt two hands grabbing the waist of his pants, and heard Jackie say, “And now, for the ‘big’ reveal! One… two… three!”

With a rip, his pants were torn from him. He instinctively tried to bring his hands over to cover himself, but was thwarted by the steel manacles around his wrists that kept his hands behind his back. The chain pushed against his back, and resulted in him thrusting his crotch forward. Simultaneously, the spotlights moved lower, and he could tell from the warmth they generated that they were likely pointing at this penis.

There was a second of complete silence, which felt like an eternity. Then the entire crowd erupted in cheers and jeers. He could hear people saying, “Holy shit, they’re all so fucking small!” and “I think I picked the winner!”

“It looks like we have two contenders,” Jackie said, “Suresh and John. Let’s find out who the winner truly is!” She beckoned to two of the pledges. “Now we measure them… but they have to be erect!”

Suresh felt the sweat coming off his face as he could dimly see Ruby walking towards him. She was smiling, but it seemed a little more malicious now. “I didn’t realize you were going to be a candidate for jester,” she hissed at him through a clenched smile. Suresh tried to say something, but she cut him off immediately. “Shut up and let me do my job,” she said.

To Suresh’s confusion, she walked in front of him, lightly brushing his penis with her hand, but then crossed over and stood behind him. His penis began slowly moving in response to her brushing, unfurling a bit, but then subsided again as she moved behind him.

“Gloves on?” Jackie asked brightly to the pledges that stood behind the two sweating men. Suresh heard the snap of a rubber glove in response from behind him.

“Great!” Jackie said, “Now, because these ‘men’ have such small penises, they don’t deserve to be sucked in order to get hard. Instead, they’re going to be fucked!” She paused for the eddies of laughter that roiled through the crowd. “Now, begin!”

Suresh gasped as he felt a wet finger start tickling his asshole. He instinctively tried moving away from the stimulus, and then felt his hair being pulled. “Don’t embarrass me, Suresh,” whispered Ruby. “Just let me do this.”

Confused, he stopped moving away and stood there dumbly. Within a few seconds, he felt the finger start slowly entering his anal sphincter. With her other hand, Ruby placed her hand on his buttocks and parted them, and then with a gentle twisting movement, she was quickly in his ass.

Suresh felt his face start to redden as he heard the jeers and catcalls of the crowd. Now that the spotlight wasn’t in his face, it was easier to see the crowd, including Brittany, who smiled at him and held up her pinky finger in that time-honored sign for “small penis.” Ears red, he quickly looked away.

Within a short amount of time, Ruby’s finger was deep in his ass and she started making a corkscrewing motion, feeling all around. With continuous gentle pressure, she started advancing her finger forward until she came into contact with his prostate.

Suresh gasped as he started feeling funny inside. Nothing like this had ever happened to him. To his great embarrassment, his penis started swelling, to the whoops and cheers of the crowd. Ruby started responding to the crowd by moving her finger faster and faster. As Suresh started to realize that she was basically fucking him in the ass, one finger became two. He tried to push away, but she grabbed his hair again. “Don’t move,” she hissed.

Soon, Suresh’s penis was as hard as he had ever felt it be. He began to feel like he was about to ejaculate, and his breath started getting faster.

“…and stop!” yelled Jackie. Before he knew what was happening, Ruby had slipped around front, took a small ruler. and was measuring Anadolu Yakası Escort him. Jackie walked over while the measurement was taking place. Suresh started going soft, and Jackie smacked him on the ass. “I told you I couldn’t wait to see you at the dance,” she smirked at him, as she looked him over.

Suresh couldn’t meet her face, looking downwards. The wooden stocks prevented him from seeing anything that was going on, but he could feel the ruler being held against his penis. He could also still feel the cold gel dripping down between his ass cheeks.

Ruby left his side and walked over to Jackie, who had moved back to the center of the stage. The other pledge, who had presumably been measuring John, met the two of them and they all conferred in low tones.

“OK, we have a ‘winner,'” Jackie said with a smirk. “At 3.25 inches, Suresh is our jester!”

Suresh was dumbfounded. He knew he wasn’t *that* small. He had measured himself erect before (after all, who hadn’t), and he knew that he was exactly 3.5″ when checking his bone-pressed erect length (known as BPEL). He tried to say something, but quickly realized that it was largely irrelevant. Especially when he was released from the stocks and looked over at John. While John’s erection was slowly diminishing, he could tell that even in its current semi-turgid state, it was still larger than his.

Chapter Eight

Suresh stood there, dumbfounded. How could this have all gone so wrong, so quickly? Jackie stood next to him as he stood there. He still had his hands shackled behind him, and couldn’t hide from the crowd. The spotlight still shone on his penis, making it obvious to everyone how small he was.

“Now the jester needs his costume!” Jackie yelled, and the crowd roared in response. Within seconds, multiple pledges had come up to him with scissors and carefully cut off all his remaining clothes. Suresh tried to hold back a sob as he saw his expensive suit lie in tatters on the floor.

Brittany came onstage smiling broadly, carrying an outfit. It was a half-white, half-black harlequin costume. There was a matching hat with bells on the top. The pledges helped him get into it, and Suresh complied with alacrity, thinking that at least he would be covered up. Unfortunately, once he put it on he realized that it was incredibly form-fitting, and more importantly had a hole cut out of the crotch with another in the back. His penis had returned to its quiescent state in his anxiety, and the hole just served to emphasize how small it really was.

Jackie was still talking, “…and now his dicklet needs its own costume!”

Brittany took a pink ribbon and tied it securely around his penis and balls. She then took out a ruler and measured 12 inches from the end, and cut off the extra ribbon. “This is how long the ‘king’s’ cock is,” she purred. It allowed everyone to immediately see the difference between Suresh’s dick and Michael’s. The ribbon was almost to his knee!

“Now in order to give him a ‘fighting chance,’ we will try to keep him as hard as possible,” Jackie said. Suresh let out a gasp as someone roughly stuck a plug in his ass. He turned around to see Ruby smirking at him.

The butt plug appeared to have a bit of a curve to it, and applied a constant pressure to his prostate. Against his will, he slowly began to get hard again. The ribbon in turn acted as a cock ring, and kept him engorged.

“As we all know, the queen is the person who brings the jester to the party,” Jackie continued. Suresh’s stomach dropped. Now he understood why Brittany had asked him to the party. He watched numbly as they put a crown on Brittany’s head and gave her a fur-lined purple robe. She was also given a gold-colored scepter that was shaped like a penis. She turned to Suresh and smiled.

“Did you really think I wanted you as my date? We’re both on the swimming team, idiot. I’ve seen your ‘package’ in your competition Speedos, and I immediately knew that you were going to be the best jester ever,” Brittany said with a smile. “Now, kneel before your queen and thank me for even thinking about bringing you to the best party of the year!”

Suresh felt hands on his shoulder, pushing him downwards until he buckled and kneeled. He looked up at Brittany as she sneered at him. She then “knighted” him with her scepter. Ruby quietly stood to his right side, and kneeled down with him. “Thank her, Suresh,” she whispered.

“Umm… thank you?” Suresh said. He was surprised when Brittany slapped him across the face.

“Is that how you thank your queen, jester?” asked Ruby.

Suresh tried to smile and seem happy. “Thank you so much, my queen!” he said, more earnestly.

“I think you need to kiss her ass more,” said Ruby.

Suresh tried to thank her again, in more flowery language, but Brittany slapped him again. “I don’t think you understand,” said Brittany, “you literally need to kiss my ass.” She immediately turned around, lifted up her dress, and backed İstanbul Escort up into his face.

Suresh tried to back away, but Ruby grabbed the back of his head and shoved it into Brittany’s ass. Frantically, he tried kissing it, and Ruby let up a little. After a couple of seconds of kissing, Brittany said, “now lick my asshole, jester.”

Nose scrunched up, Suresh tentatively brought his extended tongue to Brittany’s asshole. She had obviously bleached it, and it didn’t look that bad, if he was being honest. It was just nothing that he had ever done before. He was starting to realize that tonight was going to be a whole lot of firsts.

Lightly licking the rim, he realized to his surprise that it didn’t taste bad at all. Other than a slight smell of sweat, it was actually quite clean, and didn’t smell anything like he had assumed. Ruby suddenly grabbed the back of his head again, and forced him deeper into her ass, so that he was basically tongue fucking Brittany. Again, there was no bad taste—in fact, it tasted a little like cherries. She had obviously cleaned herself out, and that fact made Suresh absurdly grateful.

After what seemed like a long time, but in reality was likely a minute at most, Brittany moved away from him, and walked away.

It wasn’t until then that Suresh realized that he was kneeling in front of the crowd, with his penis engorged, face sweaty and hair disheveled. He had almost forgotten that everyone was there. But now with the spotlight off him, he could see everyone in the crowd. They were all cheering, and to his horror he saw multiple people with phones, recording videos of the entire “ceremony.”

Jackie stood in front of everyone once more. “Because the queen’s date has the smallest penis, she has the right to fuck anyone at this party. She has complete carte blanche. As the date of the king, I am the duchess, and have second pick of anyone here. That concludes our royal court. Now let everyone have fun!”

More cheering ensued as Jackie was given a simple tiara. Suresh was still on his knees, completely numb. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up. Ruby was standing next to him.

“I’ve been chosen to help you understand the duties of the jester,” she said. “Obey me in all things, and we should be fine. But don’t embarrass me in any way, ok?” Suresh just nodded. He saw her gaze move towards his crotch, as she focused on his tiny penis, still engorged, waving around in vain. “That’s really a shame,” she said, shaking her head in sorrow.

Chapter Nine

Ruby quickly pulled him up by his manacles, forcing him to stand up quickly to prevent his shoulders from being dislocated. “Follow me,” she said, and grabbed the pink ribbon that was around his cock and balls. He was forced to follow at a half-trot as she walked briskly over to where the rest of the royal court was sitting.

Ruby passed the long line of people waiting to see the king and queen, who were sitting in their thrones. Once they were standing in front of them, with a brisk twist of her wrist, she pulled down on the ribbon, forcing Suresh quickly to his knees, while making him gasp from the pulling on his cock and balls. Looking up from his knees, he realized he was so close to Michael that he could see every vein on his penis as it draped minaciously over the edge of the seat.

“I bring the jester to you, oh King,” Ruby announced, with a curtsey. Michael stood up and “knighted” Suresh once more with his penis-shaped scepter. Suresh tried to look down, but Ruby gently put her hand under his chin and forced him to look upwards once more. The entirety of Suresh’s visual field was taken up by Michael’s cock. It was soft but slightly engorged. He could even see it throb slightly in tune to Michael’s heartbeat.

“You will thank the king by kissing the scepter,” Ruby stated. Blushing, Suresh tried to get up to kiss the scepter in Michael’s hand, but was prevented from doing so by Ruby’s hand on his shoulder.

“Not that scepter,” she said, and then pointed to Michael’s penis. “That one.”

Suresh immediately backed away. There was no way he was going to kiss Michael’s penis! His thoughts skittered frantically as he tried to find a way to get out of this worsening situation.

Michael just smiled and grabbed Suresh’s head. He was so big that he basically enveloped Suresh’s entire skull in the palm of his hand. Without saying a word, he slowly began to squeeze. Suresh’s eyes started tearing as his head was enveloped in a huge vise. He started seeing stars. Any movement away from Michael resulted in tightening of the vise, and any movement towards resulted in loosening. In blinding pain, he slowly was brought closer to Michael’s penis. It radiated heat and he could see a slight reddish hue that covered about half of its length. He realized that he was now seeing the lipstick marks from Ruby’s ministrations.

With a sob, he realized that he now had no choice. He gently pursed his lips and gave the penis a small kiss, then tried to back away. But it was not to be.

“That’s not enough, jester,” said Michael, his voice a mixture of contempt and boredom. “You need to thank your king for agreeing to let you into the royal court. As a result, you need to clean my cock until your ‘girlfriend’s’ lipstick is all gone.”

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We were on a long road trip, and my wife must have been getting bored as she put her hand on my dick and began to rub my crotch through my shorts I had on. It wasn’t long until I had a hard on and she was unbuttoning my pants and sliding my cock out where she could stroke it better.

I was getting really hard by this time, and she still has not said a word. I looked over at her and she just gave me a devilish grin. Of course there wasn’t much I could do if I wanted to. Just drive and enjoy it.

She could tell I was getting turned on as I was as hard as I could get. Without saying anything she laid down in the seat and took the head of my cock in her mouth. That about made me close my eyes while I was driving down the road. She began taking my cock deeper and deeper in her mouth until she had my entire cock in her mouth. She began to move her head up and down on my cock while sucking me off.

I was at the point where I was about to cum, and she removed her lovely mouth from my cock and risen up with that beautiful smile and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I told her we were going to have to stop on the side of the road if she was going to keep that up, because I was about to cum in her mouth.

She said there was no need to stop that she was finished for a while, grinning as she looked at my hard cock standing at attention with nowhere to go now. She took my cock after a few minutes when it had started to get soft again, and put it back in my short pants and tried to zip them up, but there was no need in trying.

It wasn’t but a few more hours of driving and I decided to stop and get a room for Maltepe Escort the night. It had been a long day, and needless to say I was still Horney. The only room that was available was a room on the back side of the motel. Of course it really didn’t matter to us. We were just going to rest and then have sex, and go to bed. I wasn’t planning on a marathon sex that night.

I just needed some relief from earlier this evening. It had been a long hot ride that day so I decided to get a shower and cool off before I laid down for a short nap. I got my shower and was ready to relax, but my wife was laying on the bed butt naked. I knew then there was not going to be an early nap for me, as I slid into the bed.

She grabbed me by the cock and pulled it to her mouth, sucking me hard and deep into her mouth. She took my dick out of her mouth and told me to fuck her mouth. Before I could do anything she hollered what are you waiting for? I want that hard cock of yours fucking my mouth. I want it all.

I began to fuck her mouth slowly letting her gag reflex get use to my 8 inches, then I began to pump faster and harder. I could tell she was sucking me off also as I was getting ready to blow my load in her mouth. I stopped fucking her mouth as she kept sucking my hard cock. I filled her mouth with my cum so much that she couldn’t swallow fast enough. My cum was oozing out of the corners of her mouth. I rolled off of her and she licked me clean.

I raised up and started to slide down to eat her pussy, but she said not now we are going to get that nap in now. It was hard for me to go to sleep Kartal Escort as I was still hard and horny. She must have been satisfied because she went right off to sleep. Feeling her naked body next to me made it harder for me to sleep. After a couple hour nap we woke up refreshed.

I just lay their holding her beautiful body next to me as we made a little small talk. I began to suck on her nipples, and caress her nice B sized titties. She started moaning and pushed my head down toward her pussy. I knew where this was going and I was ready to eat her pussy. (She doesn’t cum, she squirts). I begin my licking her pussy inserting my tongue flicking it in and out and in an upward motion. I then sucked on her clit for a few minutes. Then my tongue went back to her pussy as she began to squeal and I knew I was fixing to get wet, because I can never swallow all her juices.

She was thrashing her body around as she pinched and pulled on her nipples as she started to cover my face with liquid. She subsided for a few minutes but I didn’t stop licking her pussy. I could feel her pussy getting hard inside so I knew she was about to cum again, and she did. I drank all I could of her juices, and looked at the sheets and they were soaked from her squirting and me missing what I couldn’t swallow. She decided she wanted to watch TV for awhile so I gave her the remote.

I must have been tired more than I thought because I woke up at one o’clock in the morning thinking someone was trying to break into our room. As I lay there listening for the noise again. I finally figured it out. It was our neighbors Kurtköy Escort having sex and their bed was banging on the wall and you could her the woman screaming and moaning also.

This got my wife all excited and she said she wanted me to fuck her right then. I started to go down and eat her pussy, but she said no she wanted to be fucked right then. I must have been turned on also because I hadn’t noticed but I had a hard on and was ready to fuck my wife.

She was already wet as I was going to ease my cock in thinking her pussy would be dry. I rammed my cock deep into her pussy and fucked her deep and slow. She began to scream for me to fuck her faster and harder, faster, faster, faster followed by an oh yesssssssssss, I’m cumming, god I’m cumming as she squirted all over the place soaking my cock and balls with her wetness.

I then noticed that our bed was knocking on their wall also. They were getting louder as we were getting louder also, and my wife raised her legs and ordered me this time to fuck her tight ass, and to hurry up about it. Her ass was wet from her squirting and it running down that rosebud.

I had no problem penetrating her tight ass as she was still telling me to fuck her ass hard. She was saying it loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Fuck my tiny ass, fuck it hard, deeper, deeper, oh god I am going to squirt again. Here I come baby get ready to get wet as she lets loose and this is the largest squirt of the night soaking my stomach, running down onto my cock and my balls.

That’s when I stopped and could hear there were no noise from the other room and ours was quiet also. We cleaned up and I got my shorts on to go out and get a drink from the soda machine. As I opened the door the door neighbor’s door opened also. The other couple came out and he waived and they got in their car and drove off. That was one of our biggest turn ons.

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I didn’t start out being fixated on, or even especially attracted to, black men. Events, and my experiences with both black and white men, combined to steer me into my personal black history. I think knowing a little of my background will help you understand my story.

As my story begins I’m a 33 year old product of a small southern town. It’s an old neighborhood of small houses. I’m pale, about 5’9″, with long legs and large breasts, I’m well read, intelligent, and a very good Mom. My ancestors not so long ago owned slaves but I never learned prejudice. I had minimal opportunity to interact with black people so I didn’t know much about them. The exceptions being casual conversations with families I would see at the park, shopping, etc.

I admit that I am a submissive woman. My family upbringing was in a loving environment where the males were overtly dominant and the females served them gladly. As I went through puberty I enjoyed reading novels in which strong men dominated women sexually and I found myself excited by imagining myself in the roles of the women in those novels.

I married young to the first guy I had any kind of real sexual relationship with and it turned out badly. The best thing that came from it were two wonderful children. Otherwise my husband turned out to be mean, small-minded, insecure, constantly belittling me, and totally out of touch with what I had to offer. If he had treated me well I would have served him as well as a wife can, despite his inclination to spend his earnings on what he felt would make him look much more successful than he was, and his smaller than average dick.

Eventually I had enough and divorced him. While my life instantly became less stressful on a personal level it did put me and the kids in a real financial bind. My ex then fell sick and died, which cut what little help he had given us. We would not have survived had it not been for some support from my parents who live in a town about 30 miles away. The kids were not in school yet so my parents would usually take them for 4 or 5 days a week so I could work from home enough to make at least a little money.

I had no social life other than visits with my parents and the occasional chat with neighbors. I am an only child so no brothers or sisters either. Here is the beginning of my black history.

Tuesday morning is like any other morning since he left. I wake up and start thinking about those damn bills that Roger left us with. With no car and no job, I turn to my only resource – the computer. Ebay is probably a joke to many people, but hey, it’s paying a few of the bills and I hope the business will grow.

I barefoot it over to the front door and unlock it. You can’t be too safe, not even in this hick town. I need to bring in some ebay packages that are ready to ship just as soon as the addresses are put on them. Most mornings, I go outside in my long tee, no panties. I don’t know if I’m daring, kinky, or just unaware, but today I have on my short black dress. It’s cotton and comfortable, and besides, I like the way it shows off my legs.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a car slowing down. I usually check out strange cars in the neighborhood, but right now I really need to finish my work. I carry the few boxes back to the kitchen table and set about my task at hand when I hear an unfamiliar voice.

“Mrs. Dimon, that you?”

I quickly walk back into the living room and I’m a bit surprised to see a large dark face peering in.

“Yes, may I help you?” He doesn’t answer at first but then he flashes his ID at me.

“Fred Lewis, Columbia Gas,” he says. I feel my body tense up at these words. I can tell this is not one of the guys that read the meters every month. This is a man of authority – and I get the feeling my ass is in trouble.

“I’m here to talk to you about you being in arrears on your gas bills. I’m going to have your service turned off if we can’t come to a satisfactory agreement. Now, may I come in?

“Yes, of course,” I stammer. What else can I say? I want to shut the door on this huge presence, then run and hide somewhere. But that won’t make bad things go away. “Please have a seat,” I say gesturing toward the sofa. “Can I get you some iced tea?” Why did I ask that? He’s here to make my life miserable, and I’m offering iced tea. Well, I do have a fresh pitcher on the counter and I was raised to be hospitable.

“Iced tea would do fine, Mrs. Dimon. As long as you’re getting the tea it might be better if we sat at the kitchen table. Do you agree?”

“Oh, uh, that would be fine, Mr.?”

“Lewis.”

“Oh, yes. I’m sorry.”

I move around the kitchen Maltepe Escort like I’m out of my territory. It takes me a moment to find Mr. Lewis a glass. I don’t know if the threat of disconnection is having an affect on me or if it’s this intimidating man. I mean, yeah, he’s been polite but there’s something about him that makes my skin tingle.

I hand him the glass and become aware of his eyes moving up and down my body. A thought flickers through my mind. No, not a thought, really, but a brief image of this black bear of a man handling me… roughly.

“Would you care to explain why you have neglected to make your payments?” He asks sternly. “You do recall signing a contract that stipulated your agreement to pay on time or risk having your service terminated, don’t you? We’ve been lenient up to now, but this is not a one-time problem. You have a history of late payment and shut offs. I’m strongly inclined to recommend a permanent shut off at this point.” My hand shakes as I place the tea on the table in front of him. “Thank you, Mrs. Dimon,” he smiles briefly.

“Mr. Lewis, you can’t imagine how bad I feel about being behind on my bills. It’s not just gas, it’s everything.” I can feel the tears starting. I always cry when I’m upset and there’s no way to stop them.

“Now, now, Ms. Dimon, why don’t you sit down and explain your difficulties to me. Bring some iced tea for yourself.” It helps for him to be kinder, though I can still hear the authority in his voice, but for some odd reason that in control tone seems to make me feel… safer.

It doesn’t take long for me to tell him my story. I tell him how rotten Roger has been. The worse part is I don’t have to stretch the truth. I tell this man about the money problems that have plagued us and how he ran off with another woman. But I don’t tell him everything. I don’t tell him how awful it was to be touched by my ex. If he only knew how many nights I had to suffer at that man’s hands. And now I share a bed with dreams of a big, confident man – one who knows how to use a woman’s body to drain every drop of pleasure from her until she’s deliriously limp in his strong arms. I feel breathless just thinking about it.

“I’d like to look your home over thoroughly, inside and out,” he says standing and towering over me.

Ohhh…kay, but why?”

“It will be at my discretion whether or not we terminate your service. I want to get a feel for the family, namely you and the children. Often I get a sense of someone’s character by observing her home. Of course if you don’t want me to…”

“No, no, go ahead. I’m sorry. I was only wondering.” I feel very meek around this Mr. Lewis. I suddenly have no trouble imagining that I would submit to any suggestion or command he presented to me. Talk about mixed emotions!

I shyly follow Mr. Lewis around my little house, hoping he won’t notice the crayon marks on the walls. He seems to be deep in thought as he stands in the middle of the bathroom. Actually, he’s about as big as my bathroom. Then he makes his way back to my bedroom. I don’t follow him in. I just watch from the doorway as he stands at my window – only inches from the foot of my bed. It’s unnerving to have this man in my bedroom, so close to a place where I touch myself at night.

He turns and stares straight at me. I instinctively lower my eyes. Then he quickly approaches me. He invades my space only the way a very dominant male would. I continue looking downward, but this time I see the tops of his shoes, as well as my own.

“Look at me Mrs. Dimon!” His tone startles me and I immediately look up, slightly relieved to see a faint smile. “I’m guessing you have two little girls. Am I right?”

“Yes,” I answer cautiously.

“If I decide that a turnoff is required just how are you going to provide for yourself and those babies? Oh, and you should know that we have a cooperative agreement with the water and power people. When they learn your gas is shut off I’m afraid they will be inclined to also terminate their services.” These words are too harsh for me, and I feel the tears starting to come. What am I going to do?

“The thought of being a parent who can’t provide for your little children’s basic needs cannot be pleasant, Mrs. Dimon. I’m very sorry but you leave me little choice. We can’t be expected to give our product away. We are not a charity after all.”

This is it. This one man is here to deliver the message that my children and I will go without in a major way. And I’m so foolish that I actually entertained thoughts about this man that weren’t – exactly wholesome. It’s then I begin to sob in earnest. I feel Kartal Escort like smacking myself to stop the uncontrollable weeping, but it’s impossible to hold back the months of stress. It’s almost a relief to be told such news. The inevitable is here. No more waiting in fear.

Then Mr. Lewis places a big hand on my shoulder and draws me to him. That one act of compassion, at least I take it for compassion, leaves me clinging desperately to him.

“There, there, Mrs. Dimon. Why don’t you tell me your first name. Maybe there’s a way we can work something out.”

“Sniff…sniff… it’s Donna, Mr. Lewis. Do you really think there’s a way to keep our gas from being shut off.” At this point, any glimmer of hope is like a life preserver being tossed to me.

“Well, it is my decision. The problem is that if an auditor were to look at your file and see that I made a decision to leave your services on…and I couldn’t justify it on any business means, my job would be in jeopardy. I can’t afford to be without no job…Donna. I might take a chance if there was something in it for me.”

I’m not quite sure what he means until he lifts my face up and gazes down at me with strength and desire.

“What do you mean, Mr. Lewis?” I have to ask. I have to be sure that my suspicions are right.

“Why you are an attractive woman, Donna Dimon…and a man like me has needs…powerful needs. Don’t let my white hair fool you”

“Oh..no..I’m not that kind…!” I blurt out. Even though I thought about him touching me. I’m suddenly mortified!. I just can’t. I’ve never been that kind of woman for real – only fantasies after the kids are sleeping. Only fantasies…

“Are you sure? You better think hard about what’s going to happen. Speaking of hard, Mrs. Dimon…” He takes hold of one of my hands and places it on the bulge at his crotch. I gasp and begin to tremble as I try to pull away but his grip is too strong.

A command, “It’s time to get on your knees!” Oh my, God! Is this man going to rape me? I’m a helpless mother alone in her home and there’s no way to fight this big brute. He can have his way with me. He can do anything he wants with me, and have me do – anything! I look up, begging with my eyes, but this man is beyond showing mercy. He’s hard and lustful.

“Go on, get down there and take a look at what MISTER Lewis has for you. Be quick about it!”

I squeeze his cock as his hand lets loose of mine, and then I drop to my knees. I’m not sure why, though. Am I afraid? A little, but there’s more to it. I want to go further. I need to go further.

“Unzip me and take it out,” he says gruffly as I’m tracing the cock outline with my fingertip. “I’m sure you’ve sucked cock before, girl. Is that right Donna?

“Yessir, I’ve sucked cock”.

Mr. Lewis chuckles, “Let’s see if you can handle a man-sized dick.”

I stare up at him for a moment breathing heavily, briefly recalling my intimate moments with Roger. Yeah, I know how to suck cock, but Robert’s dick was like having training wheels. I’m not sure if I’m ready for a mountain bike! I brush those thoughts aside and hurry to unzip his pants. My fingers are all thumbs as I awkwardly fumble inside his shorts, trying to grab his thick meat and haul it out of there.

“Just unbuckle my damn belt and pull my pants and shorts down. Don’t fuss, just hurry up and do it!” I know now why I’m on my knees and about to wrap my lips around a heavy thick cock. I’m intimidated and aroused by this man’s attitude – and I want the big black cock that’s now looming before me. I glance up at Mr. Lewis several times. He looks so serious, but I see the lust that can’t be hidden.

“Lick the head. Get a move on, woman! I don’t have all day to stand around letting you suck my cock.” I don’t really need those stern words of encouragement to perform the task at hand but his dominance excites me to no end! I’m hesitant for only a second. After all, I’ve never sucked a cock this size – or a black one. And I’ve never knelt and sucked for a stranger! But I like this. I like the feeling of this man’s cock on my tongue as I lick the head and shaft. I start to close my eyes but I can’t stop focusing on the hard, black cock that I’m being forced to pleasure.

“OK, open them lips and suck my cock. Do a damn good job, too!” He stands there with a big smile on his face and his large hands on his hips as I move my lips and tongue obediently up and down his shaft. I feel tingling in my pussy as I do this, but when he grabs my hair and starts to jerk my head up and down so that I’m blowing him faster, well, I suddenly feel consumed with lust!

“That’s Kurtköy Escort good, baby! You are one natural-born cocksucker. Lick my balls for a minute, then get them clothes off and get on the bed. I want you spread for me damn quick, whore!” I should be protesting. No man has ever spoken to me this way! And… and… he actually wants me naked and vulnerable in front of him?

“This man is going to fuck me.” With this one thought, I feverishly lick his heavy black balls, then I jump up and quickly strip and lay on my bed, legs spread and pussy exposed. I’m caught in a moment that seems to allow me to act like the whore he called me and that I’ve frequently dreamed of being.

I watch him undress and move toward me. It’s then I worry about his big cock plunging inside me.

He kneels between my thighs. Looming over me he seems to read my mind. “Don’t you worry, you’re gonna love the way MISTER Lewis fucks you. Now you reach down and rub the head of my cock up and down on your pussy.”

I do as I’m told. I stroke him between my lips and over my clit. It’s like when I masturbate alone, but this time the dildo is flesh and blood and there’s a huge man attached to it.

“You liken’ that aren’t you, girl?”

“Yyy..yesss!” I groan. I’ve never been so wet with desire!

“Do you want MISTER Lewis to fuck you now?”

“Oh, please…yess!”

“Ask me properly now, girl. Ask MISTER Lewis to fuck you.”

“Please MISTER Lewis, please fuck me now!” I can’t believe I’m acting this way, but God, I want to be fucked by this man!

“Put it in.”

“Yessir” I’m now so fucking wet that the wide head slips right in. “Oh, God!” He pushes it in all the way! I keep screaming, “Oh, God!” as I wrap my legs around him. He pumps in and out with powerful thrusts, then slowly drags his big cock out of my ravished cunt, only to ram it back in deep and make me scream! I yell my head off as I cum repeatedly. Finally, after twenty minutes or so this big man cums deep inside me. I can feel him pumping a huge load into my cunt. At last, his body relaxes. It’s then I pull him close and kiss him. He stays on top of me for a moment and I enjoy the weight of this man’s body covering me. But too soon he rolls off and lays beside me.

“That was wonderful Mister Lewis”!

He grins wickedly. “I told you! Now clean me off, slut, with your tongue. I have to get back to work.” I’m reminded again what kind of man he is and what I am for him now – and I accept it. I move to kneel between his legs and contentedly lick off every drop of us. He nods his approval and tells me that he can arrange to keep the gas on for a few more days.

“Thank you, Mister Lewis,” I say gratefully, and my thanks is not just for the service reprieve. He dresses as he watches me laying wet in my bed.

After a while I get up and get my work done. Then I go back to my bed, my bed that now smells like sex. I lay there on my cum stained sheets until about 15 minutes before the kids arrive home. I lay there naked and pleased, stroking my body and craving more of Mr. Lewis.

The next morning, I take a chance and call his office. His voice makes me tremble.

“Mister Lewis, will you be by today to make me suck and fuck for you again?”

It took me 4 months to catch up on all my utility bills. During that time I let Mister Lewis know when the kids would be at their grandparents. Most often he came by and used me any way he pleased. If he was in a hurry there would only be time for me to suck him, and I was grateful even for that. A few times I would meet him at the front door and he’d give me a look that meant I should kneel right there and please him. Other times he would fuck me long and hard, eventually using almost every room in the house to demonstrate his claim on me. I became his fervent fuckslut. It was by far the best sex I’d had in my meager experience.

Though Mister Lewis remained gruff and commanding he was also discreet in protecting my reputation in my neighborhood where neighbors would not take kindly to a white woman eagerly giving herself to a black man. He understood life would be made more difficult for a young mother and her children and I was grateful for his understanding. He even advised me to tell one neighbor that I was participating in a study for Columbia Gas knowing that having one neighbor spread that rumor is lots more effective than me trying to convince all my neighbors. He always carried a clipboard when he visited so as to lend believability to the survey excuse. I felt safe in his presence. However, I learned to keep my windows closed during his visits so the neighbors wouldn’t hear my begging and screams of passion.

After my bills were no longer in arrears I continued to call Mister Lewis. I could not get enough of what he gave me and what he made me do. Unfortunately, Mister Lewis retired a few months later and moved to Florida with Mrs. Lewis.

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