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I returned to Denise and Kim’s salon to get my hair cut about a month after our fun in the hot tub. I looked forward to seeing what they might say or do.

I walked in late on a Saturday morning, knowing that the shop was only open until Noon. When few people are around, things seem to happen with my very busty friend, Denise. When I walked in, Denise was coming out of the back.

She was beaming! Dressed in a tight long grey sweater that reached below her hips, tight shiny lycra tights, and flats, she skipped a bit as she came forward to where I was standing. Her wide smile was as much a welcome as the friendly hug I received. My left hand slid down to cup Denise’s ass. I wanted to feel those tights against her ass. I love the feel of lycra on a woman’s ass and immediately felt a charge in my crotch. I started to wonder if Denise knew about my interest in lycra? Mmmmm.

“Hey, you! No touching!” Denise let out a quiet squeal as she brushed away my hand and looked around to see if anyone saw my unapproved grope. The coast was clear.

We stepped to the back of the shop as I watched Denise’s gorgeous ass. She was not “model” skinny and that was fine with me. Twiggy women are not a turn on for me. Although I’m not into BBW, I prefer women who have some curves. And her spandex-covered ass was meaty but perfect. She then rolled me back to wash my hair. As Denise lathered me up, she asked how I was and thanked me for such a terrific time at her house. Her perfume was intoxicating and it helped me relax and look forward to what I hoped was ahead. She leaned down and whispered in my ear that she and Kim were still talking about our session and particularly about my overly large member. For those of you who haven’t read Chapters 1 or 2, my cock measures about six inches when flaccid and nearly double that when hard. They had both really enjoyed getting pounded with it.

For my part, I kept thinking about Denise’s smokin’ body. She is kind of stocky but very cute: short brown hair and brown eyes, probably 5’2″, I would guess 125lbs, and the best part: she has an impressive rack, probably double Ds with the most extraordinary nipples that look like half sized golf balls. When hard, they swell and turn red. With the sweater she had on, I couldn’t tell if they were excited, but I hoped to have a chance to check them out soon.

She finished my hair, toweled it dry, and then led me to her chair. As I sat down, I looked over to see Denise’s co-worker, Kim, coming back to her chair to my left. Kim is also quite a beauty, but in a very different way than Denise. She has long red hair pulled back in a pony-tail, a thin, athletic body, and her tits are somewhere between B and C and I found out during our last encounter that her nipples, while pale and almost indistinguishable from the rest of her breasts, puff out when she’s excited, and THAT is very exciting! She is unshaved and has a very sexy thatch of red hair surrounding her pussy. Very hot.

“Hi Mike! Great to see you again.” Kim leaned down to give me a peck on the cheek before walking past me to organize the tools at her station. Her rear end looked perfect. She wore what looked like painfully tight black jeans, with a snug fitting black leather top. On her feet was a sexy pair of red cowboy boots with two-inch heels. What an outfit.

“VERY good to see you again, Kim. You were never far from my thoughts!”

I looked around and noticed that there were no other customers in the shop, and the only workers were Kim and Denise. Since it appeared I could speak openly, I said somewhat loudly so that both could hear.

“I have to say that I really enjoyed fucking both of you.” I hoped that my language would get a reaction from them.

“Hey!” cried Kim

“SHHHH!” Denise frowned. “Mike, we are still open for business!”

“I know, but there’s no one else here.”

“For now, but I have a client due any minute,” said Kim.

Denise leaned in and quietly confided to me: “Not that Kim wouldn’t like to fuck him as well.”

“Hey!” Kim exclaimed, this time to Denise.

“I’m just saying you keep talking about how Rod keeps flirting with you during every appointment. He has a really impressive package and the rumor going around has it he ain’t guilty of stuffing a sock down there. Besides, we both know how you have acquired a real taste for big ones!”

“Really?” I said with surprise.

“Oh yes, we haven’t stopped talking about that missile of yours and the awesome session we had at my house last month,” Denise explained.

“I was both horny as hell and sore for a week after that,” confessed Kim in a whisper. “I just kept thinking about holding that heavy thing in my hand and pumping another massive load out of it.”

Now this was the kind of talk that always got me going. I could feel my cock starting to swell. Perhaps we really were going to recreate that terrific evening by the hot tub.

“Hey, maybe you can coax Rod to show you HIS rod today, Kim?”

“Denise, canlı bahis şirketleri I’d love to, but it’s a bit too public in here for me.”

“What? The three of us fucked each other silly on my back porch and you’re going to get bashful now?”

“Please don’t push me, Denise.”

Just then, the bell on the front door clanged, indicating a new customer. Kim walked away as Denise snapped a smock into the air and tied it behind my neck. Time to get down to another haircut. As Denise started clipping away, Kim returned to her station with a guy who was a bit taller than me (about 6-2). He wore a t-shirt and a pair of khakis. I nodded and he returned the nod.

“Denise, I locked the front door since these two guys are the last clients today.” Kim put the smock over Rod and asked, “Okay, Rod, what can I do for you today?”

“Anything you want, pretty lady.” My ears perked up, thinking this is more playful than I anticipated.

Just then, Denise leaned in, reaching to the other side of my head, and gently pushed one of her sweater covered tits into the side of my face. I smiled and looked up to see Denise feign shock and surprise. She quickly moved around the back and pushed her sizable rack into the backside of my head, again acting like there was nothing intentional about it. As I’ve said before, I am such a tit-man and this quickly began to have an effect on me. My cock began to swell and expand, quickly making my jeans tight and uncomfortable.

Denise whispered to me. “I’m so sorry about that. How unprofessional of me. My oversized chest just gets in the way sometime. I hope I haven’t upset you.”

“Not at all, miss Denise. In fact, I can assure you that you ARE getting good reaction out of me.” Denise let out a little squeal and went on cutting my hair.

I glanced over to see Kim lean over at the waist and open one of the drawers of her station. That jean-clad ass looked awesome, and I noticed that Rod was also checking her out. He caught me looking and gave me a smile. I guess he was interested in Kim as well.

Denise continued to brush against me as the haircut continued and the sexual tension between us was palpable. Eventually, she moved in front of me to trim the front. Instead of reaching too far, she instead straddled my legs. I could feel the warmth of her thighs though the smock on my lap and I decided to be a bit more bold. My left hand moved from my lap and pushed up (through the smock) until I made contact with her crotch. Denise yelped and began to giggle as my hand moved back and forth. The slick lycra tights she wore provided very little barrier and I was soon able to focus in on her increasingly puffy lips. Denise stopped clipping and just stood there enjoying my manipulations.

The power I held over her felt overwhelming. Denise simply could not say no, even in front of both a friend AND a business client. Without looking to see if Rod and Kim were watching, I pulled the smock down from my neck and with my right hand reached up to cup her massive left breast through her sweater. I could immediately feel something holding her impressive rack, but it was definitely not a traditional bra. It was far too smooth. Then it occurred to me. It felt just like the tights she was wearing below. I started to wonder if Denise might be wearing a full bodysuit. To confirm that, I moved my right hand to the bottom of her sweater along her left hip, and slid my hand upward along the slick lycra material. As my hand moved higher, along her abdomen, Denise continued to softly moan in response to the manipulations of my left hand on her pussy. She began to slowly rock back and forth. My suspicions were confirmed as my right hand stretched out to cup her spandex encased left tit. And her nipple was giving that one-piece a real workout. I could feel a rock-hard oversized nipple that was throbbing. Man, was Denise turned on because that nipple of hers was at least the size of half a golf ball. I lightly pinched it and her moans became loader. Denise’s eyes opened for a second to glare at me, but her eyes quickly rolled back into her head as she lost herself into my hands.

I have this real thing for women in lycra. I guess you could call it a full-blown fetish. I love the feel of that slick, tight material on the female form, and it usually gives me an immediate hard-on. After seeing that Denise was completely covered in lycra, my crotch became extremely tight. My eleven inches was crying to get loose and join the fun.

With my left hand, I pulled the smock completely off me, and then returned to Denise’s crotch. I immediately realized that her tights were completely soaked from pussy juice. Obviously, Denise had anticipated this, and was very randy.

It then occurred to me that I might be able to push this into another expanded session with both Denise and Kim. I looked to my left to see both Rob and Kim staring at Denise. They appeared enraptured. Kim stood behind Rob, slowly putting her hands canlı kaçak iddaa on his shoulders.

“That is so fucking hot” said Kim quietly, almost like she was asking if Rob agreed. He nodded as I noticed movement under his smock.

As my left hand moved back and forth across her slick tights, I suddenly noticed that there was a slight tear in those tights back toward her asshole. An idea occurred to me. With my pinky, I pushed a single digit into the tear and pulled forward. The threads gave way, and Denise’s slick tights tore open towards her cunt. The smell of wet pussy quickly filled my nostrils. Once the opening was several inches wide, I plunged two fingers into her wet pussy and the heat was overwhelming. My thumb soon found her clit as I curled my index finger forward to manipulate Denise’s g-spot. With two fingers curled into her box and my thumb rubbing her clit through the lycra, Denise was set for a serious hand-job from me. In fact, I might have been enjoying it as much as she was. Back and forth my left hand moved as my right hand continued to fondle her left tit and pinch at her half-inch bulbous nipple.

Denise rocked forward and back as both my hands pushed her toward what I hoped would be an amazing orgasm.

“Uhhhnnnn” Denise looked to be in a kind of trance. “Uhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnn.”

My left hand doubled its rate of manipulation. The spandex was soaked and making my hand movement all the more oil-like. Denise quickly began to increase her volume.

“UUUUUUHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN”

Then it happened. There was no warning and I doubt Denise had any idea what was about to happen. Denise let out a full-volume, throaty moan and cried out as she reached a climax. To our great surprise, Denise’s cry was not the only thing coming out of her.

My hand was suddenly swamped with pussy juice as Denise squirted all over my hand. My lap became soaked as Denise’s orgasm and squirting continued for a good fifteen seconds. Her body convulsed and shuddered. Her eyes burst open and went wide as she stared at me, appearing to be as surprised as I was. I guess that g-spot thing really does work on some women! As the flood subsided, her nerves must have been raw because she immediately pulled her crotch up and away from my hand, as if her clit was too sensitive for any further touch. I know the feeling. Sometimes after a particularly intense cum, the head of my cock can be almost painfully sensitive.

As Denise came down from her high, she slowly began to regain her sense of being not only with me, but standing with an exposed pussy in from of both Kim and Rod.

We both looked over to Kim’s station to find Kim still standing behind Rod, but with one hand wrapped around feeling his chest, and the other inside her leather top pulling at one of her nipples. Rod had pulled away his smock and was in the process of unzipping his pants.

“That was AMAZING,” moaned Kim. Rob slid his hand inside his fly and continued to rub an obviously growing mound.

Kim leaned down and spoke softly into Rod’s ear. “What do you say we have some fun of our own? I’d love to see what you have in your hand right now.” Kim walked around in front of Rod, slowly unbuttoned her top, and dropped it backward on the counter of her station. Her beautiful tits came into view and her nipples were already puffed out and reddening. Rob smiled widely and stood to unbutton and remove his khakis. The bulge in his pants was nothing compared to the bulge showing in his now exposed briefs. Even I was taken aback.

“Holy shot, Denise. Do you see that?” Kim exclaimed.

I looked up to see Denise entranced and saying nothing.

I know I’m large, but even I don’t make that kind of protrusion. Kim slowly walked forward and began to rub her left hand around the mound. Rob moaned and tilted his head back, enjoying Kim’s manipulations. Her right hand reached up to caress and pull on her right nipple.

“I hope you like large cocks, because I’m guessing you’ve never seen anything like mine.”

“Rod, I’ve just recently become addicted to big cock. A couple weeks back, Mike over there pounded me with his ELEVEN inches. I’ve never been so full in my life, and I want that feeling back,” moaned Kim hoarsely.

“Eleven inches is pretty big, but I have him beat.”

Now he really had my attention.

Rob slowly pulled out and down on his briefs. A semi-erect python-like cock rolled into view for everyone. Rod’s was clearly longer (already about ten inches and not even close to full mast) and it was also uncut. He pulled back on the foreskin to reveal a bloated head already oozing pre-cum. The head was large and redder than the rest of his member. A large dollop poured from the piss-hole and dripped onto the floor with a small splash. As Kim let out a quiet moan, her left hand gripped the base of Rod’s cock and slowly pulled outward. After a minute, his member pushed forward to full hardness. To my amazement, it was probably a good 14 inches canlı kaçak bahis long. Very impressive.

At this point, my jeans were still both wet and tight. I lifted Denise to the side as she continued to stare at Rod’s hard-on. The enormous volume of Denise’s cunt-juice left me soaked and it took some work to get my jeans off. My boxer-briefs quickly followed.

I looked around to assess things. Rod was naked, standing before a topless Kim who was kneeling in front of him, licking the head of his enormous cock. Before long, she would have a quarter of it down her throat. Her skin-tight black jeans still looked great, and I was hoping to see her in nothing but those red boots before long. Denise stood next to me in a near trance. Under her bulky sweater, Denise’s lycra bodysuit was torn at the crotch and soaked from her recent squirting orgasm. I looked down at her beautifully spandex encased ass and marveled at the sight. Her sweater had fallen back down to her waist. I still did not know if this afternoon would involve a pair of twosomes or a foursome, but either way, it promised to be an interesting session for all of us.

I pushed Denise forward at her waist until her hands and elbows touched the seat of her chair. I then approached until my cock bumped into Denise’s gorgeous ass. While leaned forward like that, I could see through the ripped crotch of her tights to see wet & puffy pussy lips. I would have perfect access to her while she continued to wear that bodysuit. Awesome. In fact, Denise was paying little attention to me as she stared at Kim and Rod. I slowly eased my rock-hard cock through the hole in her tights and my flared head returned to the pussy I’d been dreaming about for the past few weeks. After every inch or so, I backed out and allowed Denise to once again get used to the girth of my cock. After a couple minutes, my balls touched the spandex on Denise’s ass, and I looked down to see my cock disappearing into Denise from behind. My hands roamed around her lycra-covered ass, and one of my fetish dreams came to life. To make it complete, I grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up over her head. Once gone, I slid my hands up her sides. But I wanted access the actual flesh of her tits. Rather than pull off the top part of her bodysuit and lose some of the tightness around her ass, I reached inside the top, and pulled both of her breasts free over the spandex. They were flowing out of the top and her nubby nipples felt fantastic. Her impressive tits fell into Rod’s view. I looked over to see an immense grin on his face. Denise and I began a comfortable fuck motion. This was great. Both Denise and I turned our visual attention to Kim and that enormous bone hanging from Rod’s abdomen.

Kim was licking Rod’s cock. And I mean that literally. She ran her tongue along one side, then the other. Every so often, she would pop the bulbous head into her mouth for a few pumps, but then returned to running her mouth along its great length. At one point, she moved her mouth to lick the underside of his scrotum. As she did, it left Rod’s massive prick laying along the length of Kim’s nose, her forehead, and into her fiery red hair. This gave the very real impression that she was worshipping his cock. After that, she took one of his balls into her mouth, and then the other.

With a grunt that told us he wanted more, Rod pulled Kim up by the shoulders and spun her around. He squatted a bit as he reached around to take her tits in his hands. By lowering himself, he made it possible to poke his cock through the gap between her legs and slide back and forth in a dry hump. Kim immediately brought both of her hands down to massage the massive head of his prick. It was slick with pre-cum and she began to lick it from her hands periodically.

After a few minutes of this, Kim grew frustrated with the clothing that remained. She pulled herself off Rob’s prick. She removed one boot, then the other, unsnapped those brutally tight jeans, and within another minute was naked. That beautiful ass was free for all three of us to see. Wow.

Rod sat on the edge of Kim’s chair. His cock was now at full-mast, standing out at around 45 degrees, pointing up at Kim’s tits. 14 inches of throbbing manhood, pulsing. He reached up and pulled the foreskin back to once again reveal an angry looking head that continued to produce pre-cum. I always thought I had a big cock, but that thing was ridiculous. The thought of Kim crawling on top of that thing and pushing it into her red-haired cunt was actually a real turn on for me!

As I continued a slow comfortable fuck with Denise, Kim proceeded to put her red cowboy boots BACK ON!! I guess I wasn’t the only one who thought she would look sexy with just those boots on. Kim then pushed Rod back into her chair and proceeded to straddle him while pushing her breasts into his face. Her nipples were puffed out, distended, and pulsing with blood. It was easy to see she was incredibly turned on.

Kim squatted down, grabbed the engorged head of his cock with one hand to guide it into her pussy as the fingers on her other hand stretched apart her flared lips. It took some work, but after a minute or so, she managed to work just the head of Rod’s cock into her snatch.

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The people all around them resumed their tireless orgy once again but Henry barely registered it as his mind wandered over images of the love of his life being fucked by that animal.

Some part of his mind still tried to hold onto the possibility that nothing had happened. But then reality would hit him once again. There was the nagging sense that she had enjoyed every bit of it and that this man gave her something Henry never had. Not because he couldn’t but simply because he had not imagined she would enjoy a treatment like that. Sure, he had imagined it on those hot summer nights when he drifted into a half-dream where the deepest primal urges took hold of him and he imagined a world where he could fuck anyone as he liked and he would fuck them harder, deeper, with all his being.

Hurt and insecurity didn’t exist in this world and lust was not reined in by the moralities and fears of everyday life. Here the lust lived deep in his chest and energy roiled in the bottom of his belly. When he encountered Selena here he violated her, dominated her, there was nothing else to them but his flesh penetrating hers.

This dream world, he realised, was not unlike what was unfolding in front of him this very moment.

He wanted to be let loose as much as he feared that moment. Was he afraid of what he would do or was he afraid of what he would not dare do?

But then when his hands were finally untied there was that woman’s voice again.

“Come with me.”

He turned and walked behind her. Still he had not seen her face. But he was now becoming acquainted with her ass as it swayed in güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri front of him while they made their way through the crowd. It was covered in a sort of clingy, silky material. Some women swayed, and then some women swayed even more. It was hard to understand, that movement. It seemed to involve practically every muscle in the female body. It was like honey, and it drew him. His cock was beginning to swell again, now so agitated that every kind of stimulation made it gather mass.

Many of the women in the dancing crowd caressed his body as he made his way through the revellers, adding to his growing arousal.

Then the woman he followed stopped suddenly and the crowd pushed in. He was surrounded by swaying bodies and his swollen cock pressed in between her ass cheeks. She leaned her head back on his chest, her soft dark hair caressing his skin and then lifted her hands behind her to run them through his hair.

“We want to see now.”

He wanted it, he wanted it so badly. The weight in his stomach had grown unbearable. This is the way of it, it grows until you think it can grow no more, and then it grows more. This is how ice cracks rocks, how trees grow through concrete.

His hold on his loyalty to Selena grew thinner and thinner, always thinner. When is that moment you break? You never make a decision and then you have already made it.

You have entered a different world and in this world you fuck someone else, a stranger, who is leaning into you, holding her arms in the air while seven anonymous hands peel off her dress.

You notice güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri tiny pearls of sweat glistening on fine blond hairs on her lower back.

Her skin is brown, her spine a cleft in between her straining back muscles.

Straining to arch her back.

Towards you.

You bare your teeth, you grab her slick flesh, you spread her open. It is there, your cock, right there, and in between her spread thighs there is that flesh, that flesh that will part.

When you enter her, which you do. You enter and enter.

This is that moment that should last forever, to penetrate forever. But it ends, you end.

Then you do it again, and again, trying to get it back. You try, you try harder. You growl. Your hand is in her hair, pulling back her head. Your hand is on her breast, mauling it. Your hand is on her hip, pulling it towards you. Your hand is in her mouth. You want to be inside her, all of you, to possess her. You spread her ass. You push your fingers in. You feel your cock moving on the other side of the thin membrane.

Then you feel it coming, release, it is still far away, but it is there. There is that moment when you wonder if you should go there or if you should try to hold on to this. Usually you do. But today, at this moment. It is not pleasure that matters, it is conquest. This woman is yours, she is yours to fuck, she is here for you to come inside her. This is what you were made to do. And as you stand there, surrounded by a mass of people, hands caressing your slick body you quicken your pace. You lengthen your strokes. You güvenilir bahis şirketleri drive them in with that extra force that makes every stroke a small little step towards the edge. It is still out of reach. But if you continue you will get there, you will.

Soon.

Her head is pulled to the side. Your mouth is on hers and you delve into her and then you are biting her shoulder, her arm. She makes no sound except for that of the air being driven out of her lungs with every thrust. A hand is still pulling her hair. The other circles around her throat and closes down.

Soon.

Your body strains and you register its pain. It delays you.

Her face is turning red. Veins appear in her neck. A small rattle from her throat.

What is this? Anger? Lust? Love? You will spend the rest of your life trying to find the word. But it does not exist.

Then your body takes over and spasms into her. You were fucking her hard, but your body fucks her harder. You are there.

On the edge.

Over the edge.

Falling.

What he registered first was bewilderment. Regret, Guilt. And a vague sense of pride, contentment. Someone gulping air. A woman who had almost drowned. Feet. Bare feet. Sand. He sat up and saw her. Several people were holding her where she sat, crumpled to the floor, head bent down. A hand stroked her hair, a pair rubbed her arms. She continued her laboured breathing as if it was work. As if she was providing her body with oxygen, every bit, calling it to life. It was quiet. The music had stopped. After several minutes she looked up at Henry, the first time he could see her face. It was dark. And blank. What was she thinking? Hurt, pride and anger seemed to be battling it out behind the blankness. And then her face moved slowly into a smirk, a smile. She looked around and seemed to be nodding at the crowd towering over her. Then she threw her head back and laughed.

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She lay there beneath me, her belly to the bed, hair spread across her shoulders like the last moments of a summer sunset. Gently, I trailed my fingers down across her back, the softest possible caress, learning each curve and division; each rise and fall of her body.

Ever so slightly, she arched her back to me; I read the signal and crooked my fingers so that I was running my nails up and down across her. This elicited a barely-audible, “Yessss,” and I continued, just the slightest bit harder. Red streaks shot through her skin like fireworks, fading quickly to an afterglow that seemed to radiate heat. I scratched harder yet, and she writhed beneath my touch like a cat.

By that time, I was bare as well, though she hadn’t turned her head to notice. As I gripped her shoulders more strongly and kneaded the muscles there, I also straddled her hips. She gasped, then, as my thighs enveloped hers and she realized that nothing at all separated our skin. My palms moved down, wringing tension from her shoulders, her upper back, and she took another deep breath as my turgid flesh slipped against the cleft of her buttocks. I rocked forward, sliding the whole length against her, and she hissed as if burnt – but then she raised her hips, lewdly rolling her ass up against me, around me.

I leaned down for a moment, my whole body covering hers, my lips just beside her ear. After a slow, unhurried kiss, I murmured, “Yes, my darling,” and illegal bahis slid myself back and forth again, feeling myself swell further against her softness. I traced her earlobe with the very tip of my tongue, kissed the side of her neck, marked the side of her neck slightly but deliberately with my teeth. One hand slid beneath her body, grasping her breast, the nipple pressed between two fingers until her moans twisted elegantly into the night.

She lifted her hips then, offering herself to me more strongly, allowing my cock to slip down over her ass, down inch by inch into that smooth, inviting valley. I let the blunt head tease at the first puckered opening for a moment, but then slid down further. As it moved between her thighs she clamped them shut around it, trapping me there until I bit the nape of her neck gently, teasing her until she relaxed.

Slowly, reluctantly, I lifted myself from her prone body, making up for my absence with a trail of kisses down her spine. With each one, my tongue wiggled, trapped between my lips and her skin. Finally, I moved in behind her, my legs in between hers this time. She raised up on her knees, her backside thrust invitingly into the air as an offering. I bent down to kiss it for a moment, and I could see her body stretched down past me back to where her breasts dangled, brushing lightly against the knotted strings between each square of the quilted bedspread.

I lay there, my cheek illegal bahis siteleri pressed against her, sliding my palms up and down her sides and her breasts and belly, until I could feel both our bodies trembling with readiness to move on. My fingertips caressed the swell of her buttocks as I pressed my cock against her inner thigh, letting her feel it throb with the beating of my heart. It was so close to the center of her that I could feel the heat, as if too close to a fireplace.

Teasingly, I leaned forward, the head parting her luscious folds, the shaft becoming slick with her wetness, but moving further until I bumped against and over the hood of her clitoris. I rocked back and forth against it a few times, then slid backward again. She hunched down, her thighs parted, ready to be taken; but I pulled back and broke all contact. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I smacked her soundly on the ass. Once, twice, three times; hard enough that these red marks lingered. Then, as she was reeling from that, turning her head to look over her shoulder, I trailed my fingers down that delicious cleft and sunk them deep, deep into her liquid warmth, filling her as fully as I could, and every muscle in her body seemed to tense and release

My fingertips spread wide inside her depths, riding the slick currents of her body like jellyfish fluttering beneath the sea’s surface. She moaned again as they wriggled, and I gave her each finger canlı bahis siteleri in turn, then several at a time, and then the short, blunt thumb, twisting and turning circles. It opened her up wide, but just as she pushed back against it, I slipped it back out, sliding upward to slowly trace circles into her ass while the other fingers dived deep yet again … and my other arm wrapped around her waist, my forearm pressed tight to the sweet curve of her belly, pulling her back, the bedclothes bunching up around her knees.

Meanwhile, my cock was weaving back and forth in the space between her thighs, side to side like a cobra waiting for the moment to strike. I could feel her whole body contract every so often as my fingers worked inside her, and I knew even before she cried out that each one was a wave of pleasure rippling through her body. She squeezed my fingers, tighter each time, and I knew she was getting close, too close for what I had planned next, so I withdrew my hand and felt her shudder to a halt. This time, she turned her head fully, the question in her eyes, the need impossible to miss.

I moved to one side, enough that she could see as I made a circle of my slick fingers and slipped them up and down over the shaft of my cock, enough that she could watch it grow even thicker, wider, that she could watch the colour deepen at the head. Almost imperceptibly, her eyes widened, her tongue darted across her lips. She pushed up a bit higher from the bed, bracing herself, and spoke only two words: “Take me.”

And I did, and she did, and we came gloriously together into one flesh as only the most perfect of encounters can be … but that is a whole other story, my friends.

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This is the story of a hot night spent with my favorite sex toy. It occurred at the end of a hectic period at work, when I spent most weeks travelling to meet prospective customers and had little time for personal errands and enjoyment, let alone time to masturbate. On this particular day I was heading home from a business trip abroad when it occurred to me that I had the house to myself and a commitment-free night ahead of me. I knew I had to take advantage of this opportunity to release the sexual tension that had been building up for weeks. I sat through the lengthy flight in jittery anticipation of the upcoming hours of self-pleasure that would end in multiple pulsating orgasms.

A few months earlier I had bought a sexdoll as a birthday gift for myself. It was not a full-bodied doll but a torso with D-cup breasts, a slender waist, wide hips and a smooth pink vulva. I had enjoyed the doll’s lovely curves and inviting pussy a few times right after my birthday but I hadn’t been able to in several months. Now I finally had the chance. I stifled a groan as I imagined the doll waiting for me at home, its ample cleavage and tight love hole welcoming the intrusion of my eager fingers and enlarged clit.

When I got back home I tried to contain my excitement and arousal as I headed to my bedroom. It had been too long since I’d been able to enjoy my purchase and the sexual tension had become almost unbearable. I closed the door to my room behind me and dropped my luggage in a hurry. I closed the blinds and a naughty smile spread across my face at the thought of the lusty, horny acts I would soon engage in with my sexy doll.

I prepped the bed by laying down a towel to absorb the inevitable mess I would make; I wanted the freedom to fuck my doll without the worry of stained, soaked sheets. I connected my phone to a set of speakers and turned on some erotic audio to suit the moment. It featured two women kissing and touching one another, their hitched breathing and moans far more real and believable than any I’d heard in mainstream porn. The thought of hearing these two women touching and playing but not being able to see it turned me on even more, increasing my desire and need for my doll. In just a few minutes I’d be joining the women in their chorus of sexy sounds.

I then opened my closet and pulled out my doll. Her figure was as svelte and curvaceous as I remembered; I admired her full, perky breasts that gave way to a smoothly curved waist and shallow belly button. I scanned the other curves with my hungry eyes, holding my breath as I reached the set of full, pink pussy lips at the bottom. I felt my body involuntarily respond to the sight. My heartbeat quickened and I could feel my pulse in my neck. Warmth spread from my flushed neck down to my stomach and then a little lower to my long-neglected private parts. I wanted to fall to the ground right there in front of the closet and start mounting, touching and caressing the doll but I resisted the temptation and took her to the bed instead.

From my bedside table I took a bottle of lube and placed a few drops onto the doll’s perpetually erect nipples. They were painted a tantalizing dark pink and I admired the rosy hue as I massaged in the lube, tweaking and playing with the pert nubs. Soon I began to massage the entire breasts, kneading and pressing them with my impatient hands. The heat between my legs grew as I groped her large, firm tits. Just molesting the doll’s tits with my eager hands was often enough to make me orgasm, my pussy pulsing as I felt her up and fantasized about fucking her. I tried not to get too enraptured right then though because I had plenty left to do with my doll and I didn’t want to rush my orgasm.

I dropped my hands to the doll’s slender waist and then moved them slowly and deliberately to her wide, curvy hips. I squeezed her hips before gliding my palms repeatedly over her smooth abdomen. I regarded every inch of her with my prying eyes before sliding a single finger up and down her pussy slit. I groaned, feeling the blood rush to my clit and labia as a current of wetness threatened to soak my panties. I squeezed more lube onto bahis firmaları my finger and gently slipped it into the doll’s tight, inviting vagina. I gasped as her textured canal closed around my slick finger. I lubed her up from the inside, gently stroking the ridges inside her and then wiped the remaining lube onto her supple lips. The silicone was silky soft against my fingertips and I ached to feel more of it on my tense body.

I groaned in satisfaction at the sight of the doll gleaming with lubrication and ready for my heated body to join her on the bed. I stripped down to my bra and panties and climbed onto the bed, straddling her hips. It was time to play. As I admired the doll’s voluptuous body and listened to the sounds of kissing my clit began to grow. I felt my member come to life and looked down to see a small but visible lump at the front of my panties. The bulge was slowly but surely pushing against the fabric, radiating heat and swelling with pleasure. As I watched it grow I could feel my tender clit emerging from its hood. I gasped when it left its fleshy home and made contact with the soft fabric of my underwear, now wet with my arousal. With every small movement the swollen head of my clit rubbed against the cloth, inflating even further.

I bent over and caught one of my doll’s nipples between my plump lips. I sucked it into my mouth, skating my tongue over the hard point while grasping her slender waist. I bobbed my head, letting the taut nipple pop in and out of my mouth. My mouth watered as I slipped one hand to my doll’s pussy. The lube I had filled her with earlier had begun to leak from her tight slit, as though she was getting aroused and wet at the sensation of me sucking her stiff nipples. I moaned and tightened my grip on her waist, gently caressing her delicate, slippery labia.

While I fingered my doll my erection continued to rub against my panties and the friction encouraged it to sprout to about an inch long. I was wearing full-coverage panties today so my clit couldn’t pop out of its restraints like it normally would in a thong. Still, it needed to be free. The thin fabric of my underwear clung to my damp labia but I peeled it to the side, releasing my solid member. My hasty clit jumped up and then jutted out from my panties at an obscene angle, searching for contact with my naked doll. The air felt cool against the warm head, which bulged with enthusiasm.

I moved up to straddle my doll’s chest and dropped down until my thick clit pressed against her left nipple. I moaned softly as I slid its sensitive head back and forth against the firm bud. The sight of my clit’s purple tip playing with the rosy nipple made my stomach tight with excitement. I slid my hard member down until it brushed against the fleshy underside of her breast and then pushed into the supple silicone. The sensation of pressing into flesh without penetration was torturous and made my pussy to swell with desperation. I continued to press into her tits, my stiff clit in anguish and my pussy aching to release its tension. I alternated between fucking the two supple tits, occasionally sliding in between them until my pussy begged for attention.

I backed off of my doll and pulled off my panties slowly. My naked clit took its chance to spring up to its full, hefty size. The shaft stood straight out from my pelvis, twitching slightly as it recovered from the blissful sensation of being lodged between my doll’s plush, heavy breasts. A large spot of cum had collected on my panties and I rubbed it against my doll’s pussy lips, lubing and preparing her for our next steps. I removed my bra too so that I could make love to my doll without obstacles.

Discarding my damp panties and bra, I shifted again and this time placed my vagina right above one perky nipple. I placed the hard nub in between my swollen lips and rocked back and forth, my labia covering and sliding over it. My pussy lips expanded with pleasure and my wetness slowly ran down into the doll’s ample cleavage. I sat down further until the nipple slipped into my hot, aching pussy. I bounced up and down, the rosy bud stimulating just the sensitive kaçak iddaa opening of my vagina. I switched to the other breast, squeezing and grinding the D-cup between my thighs.

I bounced faster, the sensation of the smooth, silicone mounds bringing me close to orgasm. I threw my head back and listened to the erotic audio, in which the two women were kissing and rubbing against one another. I could hear the distinctive sounds of wet kisses and entangled tongues. I moaned at the sounds and rode her tits harder. I almost lost myself in the pursuit of release and had to force myself to hold back. I pulled myself off of the doll’s hefty chest, my breathing heavy and sweat collecting between my breasts. Her tits glistened with my cum, a thin string still attaching my erect clit and her right nipple.

I closed my eyes as I tried to regain my composure. Even the sight of my doll’s glorious tits and enticing pussy were enough to make me pant with anticipation. By this point my clit had engorged past its usual erect size and I struggled to keep myself from coming within the next few seconds. It stood rigid and proud on my pelvis, its bulbous head throbbing with desire. I felt the pulse beating in my hard member as I tried to slow my breathing.

Once I felt in control again I opened my eyes and drank in the sight of my cum-covered doll. I mauled her tits one more time before crawling on top of her. I pressed my entire torso onto the doll, my chest pressing into her supple D-cups. I moaned at the sensation of the big breasts against me and slid back and forth, letting my hard nipples flick against her juicy buds. I rocked and pushed just my chest against her, holding her tight as my pussy leaked and my stiff clit protested at the lack of physical contact.

Finally I gave into my impatient clit’s demands for attention and flipped the doll over, laying her on her stomach. I licked my lips when I saw her firm, fat ass underneath me. I grabbed one generous cheek in each hand and squeezed, stopping only to caress and smack each one before massaging it again. I groped her ass for several minutes before grabbing the bottle of lube again and pouring several drops onto my erection. The swollen head and thick shaft pulsed as I showered them with the slick fluid. I stroked my shaft with two fingers to rub in the lube but avoided touching its sensitive dome, since I knew that could make me finish on the spot.

I spread my legs, my erection ready for her ass, and pressed my pelvis into her bottom. I grunted as my beefy clit slipped in between her smooth ass cheeks. I thrust against her backside, slapping my pelvis into her while my rock-hard clit sank into her generous flesh. I humped my doll doggy-style for several minutes, holding her hips tight while riding her bottom, until I wanted some variety. I flipped us both over so that I lay on my back with my doll seated on my pelvis, then pumped upwards as if in reverse cowgirl. I bounced her up and down on my throbbing clit then slid her back and forth, my firm appendage painting shimmery streaks of cum on her ass cheeks.

While my erect member enjoyed the pseudo-fucking my lips and vagina whined for some attention too. I placed my doll on her back once more and straddled her hips. I placed my engorged labia directly onto hers and began to trib her, grinding against her with lustful passion. I slid back and forth with ease, my cum spilling onto her sex and giving me freedom to ride her pussy hard. I held onto her big tits while I humped her, my enlarged clit pushing up against her little pink nub while our pussy lips slid over one other’s. I felt the pressure in my aching core build with every wet kiss my pussy gave hers. I was on the verge of climax after two minutes of pinching her rosy nipples and grinding but I stopped myself before I went over the edge.

By now desperate for the main act, I positioned myself in front of my doll’s plump vulva. She was shining with lubrication and warm from the zealous tribbing. I mounted her and groaned at the thought of what was to come. I placed the engorged head of my rock-hard clit against her wet lips and slowly moved it up and down. kaçak bahis I teased myself, forcing myself to go slow and relish the sensation of the soft silicone against my tender erection. Her pussy lips were as rosy as her nipples and contrasted with my increasingly dark clit head. My appendage throbbed harder as I rubbed against her and finally it was time.

A final rush of blood and heat entered my sturdy clit as I prepared to fuck my doll. I braced myself against the bed and finally pushed my stiffy into her tight, warm pussy. The silicone tunnel, generously lubricated inside and out with my cum and lube, welcomed my aching member. I gasped and moaned as I felt the hilt of my shaft make contact with my doll’s ass cheeks. I stayed in place for a moment, letting the pleasure of first entry wash over me in waves. My head buzzed with lust and my whole body felt hot and tense. My nipples were pointy and my stomach was clenched with desire. My hot, hard erection was finally encased in my doll’s sweet, tight sex.

I slowly pumped into my doll, my rigid clit fighting for entry into her vice-like pussy with every push inwards. I fucked her nice and slow, massaging her hefty tits as I watched my pulsing appendage slip in and out of her fitted love hole. The shaft of my clit was dark purple and I could only imagine the color of its angry head. My labia were distended beyond what I’d ever felt and cum rushed out of my pussy in regular spurts. The part of the towel underneath my doll’s ass was damp and slippery, displaying evidence of my masturbation session. In and out I went, keeping my breathing steady as I attempted to last inside my doll’s cunt without coming.

The women in the erotic audio were now for sure making love, their soft moans giving way to desperate grunts and groans. I wanted to keep sexing my doll slow and steady but the sounds convinced me otherwise. I couldn’t help myself. I thrust faster and harder, holding onto my doll’s hips as I gave her my aching tool. My voice joined theirs as I lustfully made love to my doll, releasing months of sexual tension into her slick, snug pussy. I humped her frantically, my hips bucking against hers with passion and need.

I pressed my firm nipples into her heavy breasts, which were still slick with my cum from when I rode them. The bed rocked and squeaked as I fucked her hard and fast, my vigorous strokes making her tits wobble against me. I thrust into her slippery cunt in missionary, digging my nails into her silicone flesh and stifling my loud grunts. When I felt myself approaching orgasm, I flipped over and held her against me as if in cowgirl position. I knew that I couldn’t hold off any longer; my climax was inevitable and I wanted to see her sexy body riding me when it happened.

I thrust my hips upwards, plunging my throbbing clit into her pink pussy. I held her hips tight and watched mesmerized as her fleshy tits bounced up and slapped down onto her body. My swollen pussy lips pressed into her generous ass with every pump, leaving slick spots of cum on her skin. We fucked in this position for several minutes and I noticed our reflection in the mirror across the room. I watched myself in the throes of sexual need, pounding my silicone love toy and on the verge of coming from the horny, desperate act.

The sight of myself fucking a sex doll and the sounds of the women making love finished me off and I erupted into orgasm. I held my doll as close to me as possible, my erection still wedged inside her tiny cunt, twitching and throbbing while my vagina completed several long, deep contractions. Three, four, five, six… I counted the pulses until I reached twelve and gave up counting. My orgasm seemed to go on for minutes. I rolled over and milked out the last of the body-wracking contractions by pumping into my doll’s tight sex a few more times.

I lay on top of the doll enjoying the post-orgasm calm, the towel underneath us damp with sweat and lube. Slowly I came back to my senses and my huge clit retreated into its hood with satisfaction. The hours of edging and the pulsating orgasm had made the months of waiting for my sexy doll worthwhile. My doll was slick with my cum and warm to the touch. Her pink pussy lips were slippery and hot from the friction of our sex, taunting me to take her again. I would need to take her into the shower with me, where perhaps I would.

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Do you want cream with that, Mr. Brown?

I’ve fancied my boss for ages now. I’ve often fantasized what it would be like to have him make love to me, to suck on his hard cock and feel him thrusting deep inside me. I’ve spent many a night in my apartment lying in my bed with my fingers caressing my pussy and stroking my clit, imagining the sensations of having his tongue probing the wet folds of my pussy. I’ve pushed my vibrator deep inside me imagining it was his hard cock parting my pussy lips and thrusting in and out of my hot wetness.

My name is Jenny and I have been Personal Assistant to Mr. Peter Brown for two years now. Pete is CEO to a large international firm and as his Personal Assistant I spend a lot of time working closely with him. Pete is about 40 and single, although I’m sure that he has lots of clandestine meetings with women. I’ve taken notes at meetings where it’s obvious that female business partners have been simply drooling over him. Pete dresses well and looks after himself. He works out twice a week so has a trim but muscular body. He is confident, self assured and assertive in nature; I suppose this is why he is in a position of power and authority as CEO to a large firm. Pete seems to have natural charisma and his piercing blue eyes seem to melt the hearts of all women he comes into contact with. I had not been working for Pete very long when he made it perfectly clear that he was not interested in a physical relationship with me. He stated that he kept all work relationships on a professional basis for the good of the company. At least Pete was blunt enough to outline the situation so that I knew exactly where I stood, and thus I only admire him discreetly from afar.

I am aged 32 and am still single. I have always worked in a secretarial role since I left college. Pete was the first boss that I had worked as a PA for. I enjoy the closeness of our working relationship on a professional level and I am exceedingly good at my job, a fact that I’m sure Pete appreciates. I am quite trim and petite in build and fit a size 8 dress size. I have been very lucky that I never have any trouble with my weight even if I don’t watch what type of food that I eat. My job pays well so I make sure that when I am at work I dress well and I always pay attention to my manicure, hair and makeup. I have mousy brown hair, which is curled in to the nape of my neck and have matching large brown eyes. I am fairly happy in life, with my well-paid job and nice apartment apart from one thing. That is I want to let Pete Brown into my moist knickers. I want to be made love to by him. I want him to worship my naked body. I want my fantasies fulfilled by him. In fact I think that I am in love with him. I have had a couple of brief flings during the last two years I have worked for Peter but they have always quickly fizzled out, mostly I think because I always feel that I am saving myself for him.

Recently an event happened at work that started me thinking as to how I could charm Pete into having a relationship with me, even though he clearly stated that he never mixes business and pleasure.

Pete had to go overseas for a weekend business trip at quite short notice. I spent some hours typing up his notes and documents regarding a business takeover that had come up very suddenly. I made all his arrangements and booked his flights and a decent hotel for him. Pete got a taxi from the office to the airport as he was on a very tight schedule. About half an hour after he had left Pete telephoned me and was quite distressed that he had left his briefcase containing his laptop computer in his office. I’m not sure whether he was distressed regarding the important work he had left behind, or whether it was the fact that he had made a mistake by leaving his briefcase, which was so very out of character for this well organized man. As there was no time to come back and get his briefcase as Peter would miss his flight he asked me to open it, find the relevant information I had prepared and fax it ahead to his hotel so that he would have it for his business meeting later that day. I did as requested and forwarded the important documents. I was now left with his briefcase and laptop computer. For safeties sake I decided to take them home with me that night, rather than leave them in the office. It was this event that led to my plan of how to get Peter to make love to me.

When I got home I placed Peter’s briefcase on the floor in my lounge and never gave it a second thought whilst I went and had a shower and cleaned myself up after my hard days work. It was only after I had showered and eaten and was relaxing watching TV that my thoughts began to wander to Pete’s briefcase. There was nothing much on TV and I was bored. It was not time to retire to bed yet and I didn’t fancy watching a video. It seemed that I spent enough evenings watching ‘chick-flick’ videos on my own. My thoughts kept coming back to the brief case. I had already opened it earlier to get the documents out and I wondered what else it might hold. At the same time I thought that it was none of my business, as it was Pete’s private stuff. Eventually canlı bahis my curiosity got the better of me and I curled up on my settee, made myself comfortable and opened the briefcase.

Firstly I thought I would look at Pete’s laptop. I thought I may be able to glean some information that would help me in my job, and also if I had some basis business knowledge regarding his deals it would impress Pete. I switched it on and started looking at the files. Most folders were very boring, such as takeover files, profit statistic files and information on other rival companies. I had not really learnt anything and was about to switch the computer off and put it away when I found a hidden folder called ‘cream pies unlimited’. I was intrigued by the strange title and opened it! The folder seemed to be divided into sub folders, and the first that I opened was called ‘images’. When I opened it I found to my amazement that it was full of pictures of women of all ages, colors, shapes and sizes with sperm dribbling out from their pussies. I looked at scores of pictures, all of the same thing: freshly fucked pussies dribbling out their lover’s sperm. I started to feel myself getting a little wet between my legs and gently stroked a finger over my own pussy through my panties. I opened up another folder called ‘stories’. In this folder were a few downloaded stories all with ‘cream pie’ in the title. I noticed that an author called ‘DiggerDave’ from Literotica had written many of them. I started reading one as was gripped by descriptions of men fucking women then eating their own sperm out from the juicy pussy. I even read another where a man sucked another mans juice out from his wife’s’ used pussy. As I read I was getting even more turned on and had to slip a finger under the lace of my panties to probe my already sopping pussy. As I slipped a finger inside me I opened the final folder that was called ‘creamy pie films’. This folder seemed to contain amateur films, which had clearly been down- loaded form the Internet. I watched one and was amazed to see in great close up detail a man licking away at a smooth hairless pussy where the woman was squeezing out great rivulets of fresh sticky sperm. He was gathering up the sperm from her pussy with his tongue and taking great pleasure in swallowing it all down. This film aroused me even more and as I played with myself my own sticky wetness was covering my fingers. I used my other hand to rub my clit as I still thrust two fingers roughly in and out of my wet pussy. It did not take me long to come and cover my hand in my own sticky mess.

I turned the computer off and reflected on what I had seen. I was amazed at the images and stories and couldn’t believe that people got off on such things. It had certainly been a strange learning experience for me, yet at the same time my pussy was still tingling from the orgasm I had given it whilst watching the cream pie film.

I looked in Pete’s briefcase to see if I could find anything else of interest. I was looking through some documents and receipts when I found many invoices for an expensive local escort agency. It appeared that Pete occasionally used the services of a professional expensive agency that supplied girls to accompany single men to corporate events. It did not take me much to deduce from the evidence that I had seen that my boss had a fetish for cream pies and paid expensive whores to fulfill his fantasy from time to time.

Lying in bed that evening after discovering Pete’s fetish for cream pies I started to make my plans as to how I could get Pete to notice me in more than a professional, manner, and make love to me. Why use the services of a stranger from an escort agency to fulfill his fetish fantasies when I would do it willingly for free?

A week later when Pete had returned from his business trip, which considering he only had limited information and documents had gone very well, I decided I would put my plan into operation. I had thought about it and eventually decided that I had nothing to lose. If all went well I would end up fucking Pete. If it didn’t go well I would possibly lose my job, but at least I could say that I had tried to get him inside my knickers.

The day came when I had decided to confront Pete regarding the fact that I knew about his cream pie fetish and see where the situation developed from there. I got up a little earlier than usual and took a long shower. I decided that if Pete were to get anywhere near my pussy later that day, then for his pleasure it needed to be smooth. I lathered up my pussy hair with soap, and set about removing it with my razor. Using long smooth strokes I removed all of my pubic hair apart from a small triangle above my slit. I had not done this for years and when I had finished I marveled at how sensitive my skin felt. In the shower I let my fingers brush over my smooth pussy lips and felt the sensitive flesh. I began to moisten as my finger easily slipped between my lips and probed the juicy area within. I closed my eyes and as I slipped a finger deep inside me began to imagine what it would feel like if it were Pete’s cock instead of bahis siteleri my own finger exploring my pussy. My nipples hardened and throbbed as I pushed my finger deeper inside of me. Suddenly the shower water went cold and I was jolted back to my senses. I quickly stepped out of the cubicle and dried off my body.

I prepared myself for work and as this was to be a special day I slipped on my white silk crotch less panties and matching bra. The silk of the panties framed perfectly the smoothness of my pussy. I meticulously applied my make up and did my hair. When I had finished and was ready to leave for work even I had to agree that I looked good enough to eat!

At the office I gave Pete an hour to go through his mail and sort out any important business before I turned off his intercom and phone, entered his plush office and closed and locked the door behind me. Pete looked up from his desk and the document he was working on and matter of factly said, “Hi Jenny, can I help you?”

Very nervously, and almost in a whisper I replied “No, but I think that I may be able to help you.”

Pete looked up from his work now that I seemed to have his attention “what do you mean Jen?”

“I might be able to help you,” I whispered again. I seemed almost lost for words now and could feel the palms of my hands getting clammy. I was really nervous and felt I should not continue with this. I knew could walk out from his office now and he would be none the wiser.

“How can you help me Jen?” Pete softly said.

Suddenly as my nerves overcame me I blurted out quickly in a rambling gabble “I’m sorry, I know about you and your cream pies, I know about the stories and pictures, I know about the girls, I know it all, I’ve seen it on your laptop and I am willing to do it all for free if you want.”

“Hey, slow down.” Pete said gently. Although I noticed he seemed suddenly to be not so sure and confident of himself.

“I’m sorry,” I meekly said. “I know all about your cream pie fetish.” I knew that this was make or break time now. Pete would most likely totally deny it and sack me for being a dirty liar. “I saw all the stuff on you computer when you were away.”

Pete didn’t sack me, he just stared at me for a few seconds then he said, “you know I don’t mix business with pleasure don’t you.” Pete continued staring at me. I felt as if his eyes were melting my body and I blushed a deep shade of red. “Although I could be talked into making exceptions to the rule.” Pete seemed to regain his composure that he had momentarily lost and asked, “What exactly do you think you know Jenny?”

Realizing that Pete wasn’t really cross with me and hadn’t sacked me yet I explained that I had taken his laptop home when he was away and that eventually curiosity had got the better of me and I had opened it and discovered all the cream pie material. I told him that it had turned me on and that as I had fancied him for a long time I would be more than pleased to let him give me as many cream pies as he wanted. I explained that I had even seen copies of the invoices and knew that he used the escort agency and that I would do it willingly for free.

“Thanks for being honest Jen,” he said “I guess I can’t hide it anymore as you have now seen my little perversion.” Pete seemed more relaxed and open now, as he knew that I knew about his secret fetish.

I stood before his desk for what seemed like ages waiting for him to say something else before Pete said, “come over here then Jen.”

I walked forward towards Pete and round to his side of the desk where he was sitting back in his executive leather chair. He looked into my eyes and said “I’ve fancied you for ages but never before have I messed with my work colleagues.” I gulped as the implications of what he said slowly sunk in. “But as you know all about what I like I am prepared to make an exception.” My legs felt weak as I realized that Pete wanted me.

Pete held his hand out and pulled me towards him on the chair, he leant forward and kissed me. I felt my lips open as he seductively pushed his tongue inside my mouth. I could feel his stubble on my chin and smell his pungent sexy aftershave. Pete crushed his mouth on to mine as we passionately kissed, our tongues intertwining. His hands were gently cupping and caressing my breasts through my blouse feeling my nipples harden under his fingers. Peter released me and gently pushed my head down towards his crotch. I seemed to know instinctively what he wanted and let my hands find his belt. I undid his belt and pulled his trousers and pants down to his ankles releasing his hard cock. His cock bounced in front of my face swaying gently. I took in the sight of his large manhood free from the constraints of his trousers and fully erect for me. His foreskin was gently pulling back revealing the shiny head of his cock. Sitting in between his legs I leant forward and poked out the tip of tongue gently licking the tip of his cock. Peter moaned with the contact of my tongue. I opened my lips wide and gently slid all of the head of his cock deeply into my mouth. As I swirled my tongue around the head bahis şirketleri of Pete’s cock and pushed his foreskin back I could taste his distinctive salty flavor. Pete moaned as I moved my mouth up and down over his manhood.

“That feels great,” said Pete as I sucked on the head of his cock and moved my hands up and down his shaft. “But stop now” he said, “I don’t want to waste my come in your mouth, you know where I want it to go.”

I broke off from giving Pete the blowjob and stood up. “You want to come deep in my pussy and then eat it out don’t you?” As I said this I thought to myself how far I could push it. Here I was about to make love with my usually assertive boss and I was telling him he was going to eat his own come out of my pussy afterwards.

“Yes” Pete said in a hoarse throaty voice, “I’m going to give you a large sticky cream pie then clean it all out afterwards.”

I started to realize the power I could have over Pete and began to enjoy it. I stood before him while he was still sitting in his chair with his pants and trousers round his ankles. I took of my blouse and bra, finally exposing my tits to the air, and released the catch on my dress. I let my dress slip to the floor and stood before Pete with my legs slightly parted showing him my smooth shaven pussy through the white silky crotch less knickers.

“Wow” Pete said as he stood up and gently guided me back towards his desk. He picked me up and placed me on the middle of his desk with both my legs dangling over the edge. I let my legs fall lewdly wide-open and felt my pussy begins to moisten. Pete came towards me and crouched between my legs. He seemed to be staring at my pussy simply admiring it through my crotch less knickers. I looked down my body between the peaks of my breasts and watched as he moved forward. As his tongue made contact with my smooth pussy flesh I shuddered with the sensation. He pushed my thighs further apart and I felt my pussy open up as his tongue probed the folds of my lips. He darted his tongue deep inside my hole then alternated with licking and circling my clit. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as he licked and lapped at me. I was enjoying the sensations that Pete was giving me as his tongue explored my wetness. I cupped my naked little tits and pinched my nipples as I felt my orgasm building. Pete seemed to sense that I was getting close to coming and concentrated his attentions on my clit gently nibbling it. It did not take long of Pete’s tongue attention on my clit and I came releasing more wetness and feeling the contractions deep in my pussy.

Pete moved away and pulled my body slightly further down the desk. He stood before me and positioned his cock at the entrance to my hole. I parted my legs and moved my hand down to my pussy and opened my lips wide allowing his cock to slide inside me past my fingers. I looked up at Pete as he entered me and saw his lips and chin were coated and shiny with my wet pussy juice. As he slid the length of his cock all the way inside me Peter leant forward over me and kissed me. For the first time ever I tasted my own juices on his lips and tongue, which was not as unpleasant as I expected.

Pete began a rhythmical thrusting between my thighs and my pussy felt totally full up when he pushed his hard cock all the way in. I pushed my hips of the desk back to meet his, as he thrust into me, feeling the head of his cock rub up the walls of my pussy deep inside me. Pete’s thrusting soon became more urgent and with a long moan he came inside me. He had a powerful orgasm and I actually felt six or seven spurts of his thick sperm shoot up deep inside my pussy. Pete did not last long inside me and I had not come myself, but certainly felt warm and gooey inside after he had come. Pete pulled his cock out from me and I knew what was going to happen next. I wondered just how far I could push him. “Do you want to eat me?” I said. “My pussy is full of sperm for you.”

“Oh yes, Baby,” Pete replied. I parted my legs and although I couldn’t see it felt a trickle of sperm escape from my pussy dribbling out down my crack to my arse.

“Lick Me,” I commanded. “Suck all that dirty sperm out of me.” It felt really strange talking to my boss like this but I knew it really turned him on. “Come on cum eater. Clean me up.”

Once again Pete came up between my thighs and I felt his hot breath on my smooth pussy. His tongue parted my pussy lips and explored my gaping just fucked hole. I watched as he swallowed a mouthful of his own come, as he lifted his head I watched as some of it escaped and dribbled from the corner of his mouth down his chin. Enjoying the sensations of Pete licking me clean I tensed my pussy muscles deep inside and pushed out all the sperm I could from deep within. Pete moaned between my thighs, and I knew the sperm I had just squeezed out from deep inside my pussy had found its way into his mouth. Pete continued licking me out and I was certainly enjoying the dirty act. I knew that although I had not come while Pete was fucking me I was going to come again soon on his tongue. Pete sucked out all of his sperm from my pussy and I watched as he worked his magic with his tongue. Once again Pete sensed I was coming and nibbled firmly on my clit. This sent me over the top, and I shuddered and moaned as wonderful orgasm rippled through my body.

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Steve was in his mid 50’s. He was still good looking, with graying hair, blue eyes and an endearing smile. He wasn’t as svelte as his younger days and now sported a bit of a paunch. 30 years ago, Steve married his college sweetheart, the first person he ever dated, and the only one he’d ever kissed. He was happily married, though the sex life wasn’t what it used to be. In the past couple of years, there just didn’t seem to be the same spark, and his wife had lost interest in intimacy. Although they had occasional sex, Steve often felt his wife was just going through the motions. Sometimes he just wished she would give him a hug, or a kiss and a snuggle without being prompted.

About a year ago, Steve went to a strip club for the first time in his life. He didn’t really enjoy the floor show, but he had met a really nice young lady who danced for him in private. He enjoyed her company and really had a good time talking with her before and after her dances. In the past year, Steve had visited a few clubs in different areas, finding it interesting how different places had different rules. In some places, girls could be fully nude but the club could not sell alcohol. In other places, there was no touching. In still others, almost anything went. And there were a variety of ladies, from those earning money to pay for college, to single moms trying to provide for their kids, to alcohol and drug dependent women, working to pay for their habits.

And so it was, that Steve found himself in Las Vegas on a conference, alone in his room. He’d seen the vans driving up and down the strip, offering to bring girls to the room and he had passed by the creepy looking guys flicking cards of women of the evening, but neither of those interested him. In fact, prostitution and the sex trade was illegal in Las Vegas. He knew this because he was on his laptop, searching in Google. Steve was considering whether to call it an early night, or whether to maybe find a strip club. He opened up his browser and started to try to discover what the Las Vegas rules were in regards to nudity, dancing, alcohol, and touch. He checked out TUSCL to find out places prices, but in the end he just didn’t feel up for a loud night.

Steve decided to do a bit of research on Vegas Ranches or brothels. He had alwasy been curious, wondering whether they were legal (They were), where they were legal (each county decides if they are legal and what the rules are). It turned out the closest ones to Vegas are about an hour away. Still curious, he tried to find out a bit more about who would work at a brothel, what kinds of things took place there, and how safe they were. It turns out that courtesans need to do weekly blood tests, and that STD’s are a non issue at the reputable brothels. He also learned that at some of the ranches, the girls check in for a period of time (2 to 4 weeks) and are not allowed off the property. As for the menu, there were a variety of offerings from girlfriend experiences, to school teachers, to BDSM, multiple girls, and specialty rooms. “Party” was the official term for an encounter.

The research had really piqued Steve’s curiosity. But Steve had never been with anyone but his wife. Although he had sometimes wondered what it would be like to kiss another woman, or to feel and suck someone else’s breasts, or to sleep with another woman, these thoughts had always been mere curiosity. He loved his wife. And yet, on this night, Steve began to wonder a bit. He wondered how much it cost to visit and just talk with some of the girls, or to have a party. He Googled some more, and found that Chicken Ranch and Sheri’s were about an hour away. They had limo service to make it easy. But would he pay for sex? And how much might it cost? That was the challenging part – prices were not advertised. This casino şirketleri was partly from discretion, but mainly because although the brothels are legal, advertising prices was not. Steve checked his watch and it was getting rather late. But… then again he wondered, what it would be like? No, he couldn’t. But he kept coming back to never having been with anyone else – ever.

In the end, he thought, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to call. So after 15 minutes of back and forth with himself, he decided to Skype Sheri’s Ranch.

“Hello, Sheri’s Ranch”, the madam answered the phone.

“Um, hi. I’ve never done anything like this before, but, er, how long does it take to get to your place from the Strip?” he asked.

“It’s about an hour. I can have a driver there in 20 minutes. You need to bring id with you. Do you want to come up?” she asked.

Steve, thought about it for a couple of seconds and then made up his mind. “Sure,” he said. “Let’s do it.”

About 20 minutes later, Steve hopped in the limo. There were beers on ice in the back, enough for the hour long drive. On the way up, the driver asked, “So is this your first time?”

“Yes,” Steve replied. “I married my college sweetheart and the first girl I dated. I’ve never been with another woman, and I’ve wondered what it would be like.”

The driver told Steve, “The average age of our clients is in their 50’s. Often married. Many are here for the first time, but there are lots of regulars too.” He asked whether Steve had an idea of who he wanted to spend time with (he didn’t), and told him how the club worked. He also told him that it was moving in/out day, so there might be fewer ladies. “Don’t worry, it’s usually quiet on Mondays and all of the girls are wonderful,” he explained.

Although, still nervous, Steve began to feel so much more at ease as the drive went on and he realized he was really looking forward to the experience and to satisfying his curiosity. At last, the car pulled up to the ranch, the driver let him out and led him to the front door. “Remember, when you are ready to leave, just let them know and they will come and get me. And, if things don’t work out and you want to head back sooner, that’s ok too.”

At the door, the driver rang the bell, and after a minute or so the madam opened the door. “Id please,” she asked. She checked the id and said, “Welcome to the ranch. Do you know who you want to spend some time with?”

Steve did not, so she left him at the bar to check out the monitors. It was now late, so there were no girls hanging around. Steve ordered a beverage, and checked out the lineup. He tried to remember the names. When the madam came back, Steve asked about a couple of the ladies.

“Sorry,” she said. It’s moving day, so those 2 have just left. She checked the list. “What about, Cherry?”

By coincidence Cherry was the next one on his list. “Actually, that would be nice.”

“Ok. I’ll bring her out. If she’s not the one, just let me know,” the madam said.

A few minutes went by. Steve felt like a teenager going on a first date. His palms were slightly sweaty, and his heart was thumping just a bit. And then there was a little tap on his shoulder.

“Hi. I’m Cherry. Nice to meet you.” Steve turned, to see a 5 foot 11 inch, brunette. With beautiful blue eyes, long straight hair, she looked to be about 30. Sporting perky B-cup breasts, Cherry was wearing a read silk top and short shorts. And what an ass! Steve was on cloud 9. Oh, and her accent – it was wonderful.

He reached out a hand and said, “Hi. I’m Steve. Have a seat. Is that an English accent I detect?” and pulled out a chair.

“Yes, I’m from Birmingham. I like to come here a couple times a year,” Cherry sat down and they started to talk casino firmalari for a few minutes. She was mature and intelligent and carried on a good conversation. That sealed it for Steve.

“So, would you like to come to my room?” Cherry asked.

“Definitely,” Steve replied. He followed her down the hall and to the room. The room was like a small hotel room, with a bed, a couch, and a bathroom. A few candles were lit, and there was a scent of perfume in the air. Once in the room, they talked about what type of “party” Steve was looking for. Steve had decided he was looking for more of a girlfriend experience, with some conversation, some cuddling and sex.

“We can do that,” Cherry replied. She then named a price. Steve countered, and they ultimately agreed on the type of party, and payment was made. As soon as the financial transaction was completed, Cherry had to do a visual inspection in the bathroom before taking him to her couch. She turned to Steve, and batted her blue eyes at him and then snuggled in close. Steve, wrapped his arm around her and told her, “You are drop dead beautiful. I’ve never done this before and I’m very curious. If I cross the line and ask you a question you aren’t comfortable with, just tell me.”

She smiled at him, “I’d love to be your first. Go ahead and ask away – I’ll let you know if you ask something too personal.” She then leaned in, stroked his chin and softly kissed his neck. Steve sighed as the skin tingled at her touch. His penis instantly sprang to attention. He tilted his head towards her, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her ear lobe.

Cherry cooed at his touch. He was gentle, and sweet. Even though she had been doing this for several years, she was horny thinking about being this guys first other than his wife. She wanted to really make sure he had a good time, but she also wanted to make sure she had a good time too. “Let’s hop into bed,” she whispered in his ear, then took his hand and led him over.

Steve was in heaven. Before climbing into bed, Cherry slipped off her top and shorts and suggested he do the same. Steve nodded and his eyes were glued to her chest. Beautiful, perky tits with large pink nipples on silky, ivory skin. As she hopped on the bed, Steve tossed his shirt and shorts on the floor and cuddled up close.

Cherry reached for Steve’s chest and ran her fingers through his soft greying chest hair. Steve almost purred, as he reached out to touch Cherry’s breasts. They were firm, plump, and smooth. As he stroked the areolae, her nipples hardened and she let out a soft moan. She leaned in and kissed him tenderly on the lips, and looked down to see his cock twitching. She reached down and stroked him through his briefs.

Steve reached down and pet her through her black silk thong. He noticed there was a bit of dampness down there, which surprised him a bit as she was a professional. He reached his index finger around the elastic edge and touched her nether lips. They were soft, plump, and rather wet. He stroked her gently from bottom to clit and back.

Cherry was pleasantly surprised at how her body was responding. She really was starting to want this guy. As she continued to stroke his briefs, she said, “That looks a bit uncomfortable. Let’s get naked.” She started to pull down his underwear and he reached down to help her. As he did, she reached down and slid out of her own thong, revealing a glistening pussy, neatly trimmed.

Steve’s cock was rock hard. Harder than it had been in quite some time. This young lady was so beautiful, and he was about to have her. Cherry rolled over, and grabbed a condom from the bedside table as per state law. She looked into Steve’s eyes, popped the condom in her mouth, and then leaned down to his waiting head. Drops of güvenilir casino precum glistened at his tip, and she stopped and drew a deep breath, loving his scent. She placed her lips and the condom on his cock, and rolled it down with her teeth. She could feel him shudder as she gloved him.

Steve looked down at her as she took him in her mouth. His wife was not into oral, and this was delightful. She took him fully in, then bobbed slowly up and down. Cherry gently stroked his balls as she worked, and she felt him melting at her touch. She saw his eyes close, and the look of rapture on his face and asked if he was enjoying this, already knowing the answer.

“This is sooo amazing,” he said. “If you keep this up, I’m going to explode”. Cherry grinned and slid up beside him. As she did, he reached down and began to play with her. Wriggling his fingers through her bush, then, stroking her outer lips. She drew a breath as he slid his finger between her labia and slowly penetrated her. “This guy was really good with his fingers,” she thought. Steve noticed the bottle of lube on the bedside table and poured some onto his fingers, then began to draw slow circles on her clit. As he stroked, he took her breast into his mouth, sucking deeply and stroking her nipple with his tongue. As he suckled her, he pumped his finger in and out, then slowly added a second finger. Cherry began to moan louder. Her cunt was on fire, and her whole body started to tingle as he finger fucked her. “Fuck that feels good,” she told him.

Steve sped up the strokes, full and deep and moved his lips from her chest to her neck and to her lips. He saw her eyes close, and felt her begin to twitch on his fingers. Her lips parted as a wave of orgasm began to build. Steve, pressed his lips to hers, sending her over the edge. She moaned out loud, and covered his fingers in her juices.

Cherry pulled him close as he withdrew his fingers, and she smiled as he licked them clean. “Fuck me Steve,” she said.

Steve rolled over and positioned himself between her legs. He lined his cock up at her entrance, then slowly pressed inside her. Steve savoured the warmth as she enveloped his cock. He pressed fully into her before slowly withdrawing. He sped up his pace, fucking her hard, deep, but slow.

Cherry wrapped her legs around him, keeping him close and tight. Her clit was on fire and he filled her fully as he went from gentle strokes to full on pounding.

“You are making me come again,” Cherry moaned softly. As she said this, Steve felt his balls begin to contract. He slammed deep inside her, and pressed tight. As he did this, Cherry’s second orgasm kicked in, and she let out an “aaaahaahhhh,” as her pussy began to convulse around Steve. Steve felt the twinges of her orgasm vibrate through his cock, and it sent him over the edge and he filled his condom with his juices.

Steve rolled Cherry onto her side facing him, remaining coupled and stroked her hair with a huge smile on his face. Cherry smiled back, and stroked his chest.

“Wow,” Steve said.

“Yeah, wow,” she replied, enjoying the afterglow and feeling him begin to soften inside her.

As they cuddled for a while, they talked about their interests. She had a hobby keeping bees and enjoyed food and travel. He liked to read, was a foodie, and also liked to travel. Along the way, he asked her questions about how she got into the profession, whether her family knew about her job, and other things that he wondered about.

Soon his party was over and it was time to get dressed. She walked him back to the bar where he could wait for the driver and left him with a last hug and a whisper “I really enjoyed our time together. Thank you!”

On the drive home, Steve realized that he had really enjoyed the encounter but that he really did love his wife. He resolved to try to reignite the spark, or at least rekindle the cuddles and snuggles that were missing of late. As for telling her about the night, he decided to invoke the “what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas” rule.

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First Time Ch. 01 – Uncle Jake

Sago Lane, in the heart of Singapore’s Chinatown, was snuggled in the midst of the oriental enchantment of a thriving British colony. Endowed with the mysticism of the East, it was a famous local landmark in the 1950s. To the clinical observing eyes of a Westerner, Sago Lane then had a uniqueness of its own as a street of flowers, paper and wood. The narrow straight lanes were home to a certain kind of human being. Those human being without life, that is. For Sago Lane then hustled and bustled with funeral parlours and shops selling products to accompany the dead in their long sojourn to the underworld.

As I walked that late afternoon along Sago Lane, my mind was not focused on or distracted by the unusual business activities of the shops along this colourful street. After all, I had walked down this same route for many years since my early childhood. And even after my own parents decided to move the family away from our last home in the same first floor flat which we shared with the Lee family, I had always been making that weekly pilgrimage to visit my god parents Jait Hoe and his wife Li-Lian. On that Monday afternoon, I knew that my godfather would be at home as it was a rest day for him.

Jait Hoe or Uncle Jake as I would normally address him opened the door. He stood immodestly bare chest in his white hand sewn brief. He was smiling and was expecting me. He had seen me growing up before his eyes and had accepted me as his own son. A short and stubby man of five feet and worn out by years of toil as a hawker in Singapore’s Chinatown, he looked much older than his fifty years with his fading hair line crowned by a thatch of white hair. Yet despite his serious looking face, he had a heart of gold and a good sense of humour that made him always a joy to anyone who had the fortune to beget his acquaintance.

“Come in. Hung and Li-lian are out shopping this afternoon.”

“It’s alright. I will come back later.” As I turned to retrace my steps down the dark clammy staircase, which was the standard architecture of the row of pre-war buildings in the heart of busy Sago Lane, Uncle Jake spoke again.

“Robert, why don’t you come in and wait for her. They should be back very soon. I am not feeling too well today and have come back early from the stall. Perhaps we can have a chat till the ladies come home.”

I responded to his kind invitation and made my way into the front section of the building, which was occupied by the Hoe family. The Hoes had been family friends and I had grown up with Hung, their youngest daughter who had become my childhood paramour. At eighteen years, Hung was one year my junior, but she was one of the sweetest creature in the neighbourhood. I had seen her blossomed from a cheeky and talkative child into a fine specimen of the female sex. To say that I was infatuated by her giggling and smiling disposition was an understatement. I was totally engrossed by her charm and harboured the deepest wish to make her to be my life time partner one day. Uncle Jake and Aunt Li-lian knew of my fascination for their daughter. They spared no efforts to make me comfortable at home during my daily visits to their home to see Hung. My parents who were on good terms with the Hoes were also very supportive of my efforts to win the heart of this young lady. She had all the elegance of a female member of the Chinese race.

I sat with Uncle Jake in front of the windows, surveying the street not batting much of an eyelid at the occasional funeral possession that passed below. Sago Lane, in 1969, after all had its unique local fame as the street of death where locals patronised the row of funeral parlours and casket makers. With few alternate facilities to mourn their loved ones who had left this mundane world for the after world of the güvenilir bahis siteleri Chinese race, Sago Lane had never been busier with those locals who could not afford the more lavish expenses of a proper Chinese funeral send off.

With cheap local beer flowing from our glasses, we were soon the best of friends talking without the generation gap that existed between him and me. Uncle Jake was very much unlike my own parents who were ever so strict about the need for propriety. He was so down to earth. Alcohol was out for me at home until I could make my own dole to pay for it. But in his simple life making a living selling fried noodles, Hung’s father found beer to be the drink it was designed for, a drink for pleasure and for relaxation. I was introduced to this yellow liquid during one of my regular visits to his home at the tender age of fourteen when Hung was my neighbour. Time had passed so fast and she was able to sustain my interest in her with her simple honesty and faithfulness that our respective families had accepts us as two young underage sweethearts.

As the smell of burning sandalwood incense permeated the atmosphere, my future father-in-law and I were lured into a somewhat intoxicated stupor by the flagrancy and the wonderful effects of alcohol. Or perhaps it was the total familiarity of Hung’s father and me for he suddenly burst out with a delightful grin and talked to his prospective son-in law like one adult to another.

“Robert, I know that you are only coming to nineteen. At your age, Li-lian and I were already married and she was bearing Hung’s elder brother. I supposed it may be a bit too early for you to think about tying the knot with Hung since you are so ambitious and would like to go into the university after your higher school certificate.”

“Uncle, we are too young to think about marriage. But I am very fond of Hung and she is the sweetest girl I have ever known.”

He was not put off by my candid reply and pursued the subject further, but I was not aware that on that day, he was planting the seed to my future misadventure with his family. Not in the way he had intended to anyway.

“Yes, I know. Hung is a bit too young to be married to you now. As a girl, she cannot really experience much of the joy of an adult experience because her mother would certainly want her to be a virgin till she has properly gone through the tea ceremony. But you are strong and should try a bit of fun like me outside the knowledge of the old lady.”

My ears instantly turned into the high quality microphone that it was designed for as his adult talk fascinated me. Uncle Jake had never been so open in his conversation in the past and especially in the presence of Hung and his wife. Suddenly, I found in him a potential tutor who could teach me about the facts of life. At nineteen, I was no longer a young child. I had an active and normal body and had learnt from my schoolmates about those adult things and adolescent fantasies, which had passed through the minds of boys of that age. Some have experienced relationships with adult women and were able to describe in depth their sexual adventures. But for me, I could not find someone to talk to at home about such a sensitive subject. Not to my own highly conservative parents and certainly not to ladies like Hung and Li-lian.

“I don’t really know what you meant, uncle. Papa and Mama had told me to control myself as I could get into trouble playing with ladies.”

“Oh, you are so simple and naive. Not, if you know how to take care of yourself. You can have some fun at this age and still be faithful to Hung. Have you seen her body beyond the dress she is wearing?” I was feeling embarrassed by Uncle Jake’s questioning. Especially the last question concerning his very own daughter. What mobilbahis Hung had done to me was none of his business and I was not prepared to reveal to her father her secret feminine charms, which I was not unfamiliar with. Yet, it would have been a disgrace to her for her own father to know about what had transpired between her and me in her bedroom when the family is out of the house. I turned my face downwards and gave a meek reply. “No, Hung is a good girl and we don’t do shameful things together.”

“Ha. Ha. After all you are a young man and should learn to be a man. Women are there for us to enjoy and to bear our babies.” He continued with his simple wisdom of the place that all women were destined for. To be faithful wives and baby makers while the breadwinners had all the opportunities to sow their wild oats. To be fair to him, local females in the 1960s were not tainted by Western concepts of women liberation and many would have quietly and meekly accepted the male dominance of the family. Uncle Jake was not the unique species of the Chinese male. He was the norm and he continued to talk openly about what he considered were the rights of the older generation males who married for the sole purpose of sustaining the family lines.

“Robert, you are so square. That ‘fa hai’ (female genitals) between a woman’s legs is not there just to bear babies. It can be a lot of fun to a man. I suppose you have never seen one close-up before?”

“No. I have not seen any before.” I stuttered in my reply, not wishing to offend him and at the same time wishing that he would not ask if I had ever peeped at that furry burrow between Hung’s legs.

“That’s a shame. When I was half your age, I had already seen and even furtively touched some fine specimens of those cock pleasers.”

“I don’t have the opportunities that you had Uncle. What were they like to you then?” I replied cheekily without offence.

“I could see my mother’s from a distance while she was making love at night. It was not that alluring to my sight because she was my mother. But those unmarried aunts and their friends provide some opportunities for me to sample. And they were so much more attractive.” I was feeling randy with his open talk and wanted him to continue with his description of his post adolescence experiences. Hence I decided to give him some moral support by sharing some of my own personal experiences.

“I had also seen my parents making love at night when I was sleeping with them when we were living at the back of this building. But in our new home, we have separate rooms and it’s been years since I had slept with them. What they were doing was very exciting, but I feel that I must not be too eager to get myself dirtied by a lady. I would like to try it with Hung when we are married.” I replied sheepishly and honestly as we continued to refill our glass. The alcohol was having its desired effect on me and we talked with more abandon. Suddenly Uncle Jake seemed to be reactivated by my reply and his feeling of tiredness was dissipated by my candour.

“Yes, I know it is difficult to see your parents having sex and not been able to have it yourself. When I was at my puberty stage, it was a torture to sleep in the same room with my parents and seeing them doing their duties to each other. I had to masturbate myself each time when they were making love. I suppose you must also be spilling your seeds sometimes. It’s such a waste. If Hung were older, I would not mind even if you try it with her before marriage since you are so attached and committed to her to make her your future wife. But you can’t now and Li-lian would never allow it. Have you had any sexual affair with an older woman?” He asked as a matter of fact way. I was taken aback by his forthrightness and began to turn red in the bahis siteleri face. But he did not take much notice; perhaps because of the effects of the alcohol we had been imbibing as he continued with his raucous talk.

“Robert, that young cock of yours is not meant to be kept inside your trousers all the time. Especially when you are young and so strong. It will excite those ladies who longed to be screwed by a stiff weapon. Mine is no longer as good after all these years of usage, but it could still make Li-lian beg for more. And she doesn’t know that I am having nights of fun out in Geylang. It’s a bit too close to home to go to Keong Siak Street too often, but Geylang is a bit safer and quieter.”

“It’s not such a bad thing to start now to gain the experience. Since the ladies are out, why don’t we slip down to Keong Siak Street to have a massage and you can have a proper look at what a ‘fa hai’ (cunt) looks like on an adult woman. It must be much more attractive than that small furry burrow between Hung’s legs. Once you have seen one at close hand, you will know that her mother and your Mama have the same thing. That’s the part, which we men must learn how to enjoy. I don’t know how much time I have to use my old cock to screw as Li-lian is complaining that it is not as hard as before. But I am still able to go into a ‘fiery cave’ of a call girl without any trouble. Much better than fucking your very own wife and they are all so well trained to please.”

“Thank you, but I won’t want to catch the disease. Honestly, I have not even peep at Hung’s body. We are too young for that.” I replied with a touch of implied innocence.

“Oh, you simple fool, you can’t catch any germs if you wear a protective. I will let you have a few before you enter the room so that if you are game, you can go all the way. Those girls are so easy to enter and you will find it such a difference than playing with yourself or having Hung to bring you off. You have a massage first and don’t worry about the bill as I will pay for your education.” He offered his generosity without hesitation and seeing that I was still undecided on whether to take up his offer, he added. “Let’s go now while we have the chance and you can compare it with Hung’s possession later. There is a lot of opportunity to do that when you come and visit her when the old lady is out. But for now, let’s enjoy what is rightfully ours as men.”

I was still unsure of the wisdom of an involvement with ladies of the night at my age and shook my head. But Uncle Jake was equally determined that he should educate me in the ways of an adult as he saw fit and was not willing to accept my reluctance without trying another tack.

“Okay, if you are not ready to jump into the deep end now, perhaps you can have a massage and nothing more. Feel the heat of a ‘fa hai’ and know how a woman’s body responds. And if you want to see how the man goes into a woman’s body, I will have the ‘tai cheh’ (madam) arrange for a room where you can peep through the hole on the dividing wall to see how I’m going about slaughtering the chicken. Let’s go now.”

I was totally unprepared for this first experience, but at the same time, I was not prepared to offend him as my future father-in-law. I decided to change tack and asked him to bring me to a girlie bar instead that evening.

“Uncle, Hung will be back soon. I would love to go with you to a bar instead as I had heard so much about the fun drinking at such places. Maybe you can take me that this evening and I will surely like to go with you for a massage maybe sometime next week when I am more prepared.”

“Okay Robert, we will go to a bar instead. Let me tell you about the first time I saw my parents making love in the middle of the night.”

We continued with a most fascinating conversation as Uncle Jake described his family background and his sex education process before the return of Hung and her mother. I spent the next two hours listening to his rambling of his childhood days and his description of his feelings when he first saw his parents engaging in the coupling act.

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Editor’s Note: This story contains scat and golden showers content. Do not read if you are offended by such content.

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I had long fantasised about fucking Jill in the garden, but waited for summer’s full heat to come on before enacting the scenario I had pieced together in my head. Then, when the day came on which she had agreed to be my gardener, she put on the clothes I had bought for her – a plain, white cotton, short-sleeved shirt and a pair of very brief, tight, khaki-coloured shorts – pulled on a pair of my old boots and, pausing at the wooden shed outside my back door to collect gardening gloves and tools, ventured into the garden. I had given her a long list of tasks to perform, some relatively easy – weeding, pruning bushes, others more difficult and tiring, like sawing the dead branches off a lemon tree. All morning as she worked I stayed inside the house with the blinds down and the air conditioning on, watching TV and sipping vodka and ice.

Some time after midday I went out to join her. I was a little bit light-headed from the vodka and wearing only a shirt. I walked over to where Jill was kneeling in a flower bed. She had weeded it and turned over the soil, and now she was planting geraniums. She looked hot and flushed, the shirt sticking sweatily to her back and big damp patches evident under her arms (she had rolled the sleeves back to her shoulders, which were pink from the sun’s rays). She turned as I approached, half rising onto her knees and deliberately and ostentatiously running the back of one hand across her forehead, leaving a dark wet smear of earth there. Her clothes were dusty and her arms, legs and boots were caked with dried mud.

“Keep going,” I said. She bent back down in front of the purple flowers and I stood watching her for a while. As she patted the earth around the plants she leant forward, her arse raised. güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri The shorts barely covered the lower half of her buttocks, the gusset biting deeply in the cleft between them. As she continued to work I ran my hands over her back, arse and between her sweaty thighs. “Hot work,” I said.

“Yes, but I’m almost finished.” Giving the soil a last slap she stood up, examined her handiwork, then walked to where the hose was rolled up on a wheel nailed to the side of the shed. Unrolling it a little, she turned on the tap and sprayed a fine mist over the newly planted flowers.

“Here, give me that,” I said, taking the nozzle out of her hands. I adjusted the flow to a thin stream. “You’re dirty,” I said. “Let’s wash you off.” I played the stream onto her breasts. With a sigh of pleasure she lifted her arms up and slowly turned around until her clothes were soaked. The white shirt had become transparent, clinging to her tits, the nipples jutting out darkly. Having finished dousing Jill I pointed the hose at the ground and watched as a pool of water formed. “Strip,” I said.

Jill pulled the wet shirt over her head, kicked off the boots and pushed the sopping shorts down her legs. While her face, arms and legs were pinkish the rest of her body was a brilliant white in the sunlight. She had shaved her pubes that morning under my instructions and her pussy looked smooth and clean. “The only thing is,” I said, “I think I prefer you dirty.”

“Here,” I said, taking her by the arm and leading her to the spot I had watered. “Squat down.” She got down on her haunches, her arms extended behind her and her hands planted in the wet soil, her arse a couple of inches from the ground, her legs parted. “Now, lower yourself slowly so that your pussy is touching the mud.” She did as I said, trembling slightly from the awkwardness of the güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri position.

“How does it feel?” I asked.

“Cold,” she said. “Rough. Wet.”

“Push yourself further down in it. Sit in the mud.” There was a faint squelching sound as she wiggled her arse more deeply into it. Putting a hand to her chest I pushed her back a little. She fell onto her elbows, her legs, her legs parting wider. Her vagina gaped open, pink and glistening. Reaching forward, I scooped up a handful of mud and, without warning, pushed it right into her cunt. She gasped, trembled, but maintained her position. “How about that?” I said. “You dirty girl. Look at your cunt – it’s filthy. It’s covered in mud.

“It’s filthy,” she repeated, looking down at it as my fingers played in her muddy cunt, squishing the dirt around her vulva and clitoris. Scooping up another handful of the stuff, mixed with twigs and bits of leaf, I smeared it over her breasts and belly, marveling at the feel of the cool, gravelly, clotted earth against her smooth skin.

“Open your mouth,” I said. Taking a bit of earth between my fingertips I put it in her mouth, rubbing it over her tongue and around her teeth so that it mixed with her saliva, then stood up. My cock stuck out stiffly from underneath my shirt. I slid it into her mouth and she sucked obediently, her tongue licking at my balls, the grit in her mouth producing a pleasantly rough sensation.

I heard voices and, looking to my right, saw flashes of colour in the cracks between the fence palings. There were people in the garden next door. I thought how easy it would be for one of them to glance through the fence at us. The idea excited me and my cock got harder. The beginnings of a cool breeze wafted over my body, which was damp with sweat.

I withdrew my cock from Jill’s mouth and she lay on her güvenilir bahis şirketleri back, stretching her arms out and moving them lazily in the mud. “Turn over,” I said. “Get on all fours like a dog. That’s it, like a dog, scrabbling about in the dirt.” She rolled over as requested, most of her body now smeared with earth, her muddied arse towards me. I picked up the hose again and held it so a trickle of water fell between her buttocks, washing a clean path from anus to slit. For a moment I pressed the nozzle against her puckered arsehole. Her body tensed – she thought I was going to push the cold metal into her – but I let it drop again. “Now you’re just like a dog, your arse open and visible to anyone. Why don’t you piss like a dog? Can you do that?”

“I can do that.” As if she had been holding back all this time she cocked one leg, dog style, and a ragged stream of urine arced into the mud, some of it splashing onto my bare foot. “That’s good,” I said. “Just do what you feel like. You’re a dog – you don’t care what you do or who sees you. You could piss in the street and no-one would care. You could do a shit and no-one would bat an eyelid. Why don’t you do a shit for me now?”

There was silence for a moment, broken only by a faint hum of insects. Jill hunched forward, hands and knees planted firmly on the wet earth. As I watched, entranced, she began to clench and unclench her buttocks, the effort forcing a further little trickle of piss through her urethra. Then her anus bulged, opened, and a little brown dot became a dark, glistening tube which extended tail-like, not breaking until it reached the ground.

Grabbing Jill by the hips I pushed the head of my cock against her arse. It slipped easily into the shitty, distended hole. She fell forward, her face and chest sliding into the mud, and I followed, my hands landing on the ground just under her armpits. As I pushed myself in and out of her tight, hot rectum I threw my head back, the sun shining onto my face, my eyes closed, bright golden spangles and whorls dancing in the redness, and for a moment, as I came, shooting my sperm into Jill’s bowels, I thought I was fucking the planet, the very earth itself.

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Robin wanted her brother to leave and go to the game with his friends. She wanted to be alone. You see, Robin was horny, extremely and unnaturally horny. Her plan was to go to her room and watch some of her favorite naughty videos as she pleasured herself.

Finally¸ she was alone. Pulling out her secret stash, she popped her favorite “ASSignment: Kikki’s Presentation.” Robin quickly undressed and climbed into her bed. The video started and Kikki appeared on screen. She walked into her office waiting for her work assignment with the other girls.

Anticipating what was about to happen, Robin began rubbing her tits. Her nipples were hard and needed to be stroked. She fondled her tits as the action in the movie became hotter. Oh, oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Kikki groaned as she engaged in the assignment she was given.

Robin’s hand slid down to her pussy and she began to stroke her slit. She imagined that she was not in her room alone, but with two of the men on screen. So engrossed in the fantasy was Robin, that she didn’t realized her private session was being watched.

Spreading her thighs as far as she could, Robin inserted three fingers inside her hot snatch and pumped vigorously. She watched the action in the movie as two more girls and another man joined in on the fun. Kikki’s ASSignment came inside Kikki and one of the together girls wanted to eat a snack.

Robin was riveted as she watched the girl slowly slurp cum from Kikki’s cum-soaked slit. Kikki was eagerly licking the cum off of her partner. The other guy in the room took position behind the girl that was cleaning Kikki, and began to fuck her doggy style.

Robin was close. So close that she was moaning out loud. Her neighbor, Mr. Richard Tiny, also known as Dick Tiny, knew Robin was up to something, he just didn’t know what. He saw her brother leave and saw Robin rush to close her blinds to her room. He knew she was up to something naughty .Dick wanted Robin, even though he was 30 years older than her and not at all attractive. The young hot bodied woman set his loins ablaze.

Dick sat inside his bedroom and watched the closed curtain of the young girl that spurred his desire. Robin was extremely vocal and her lustful wails teased and tantalized her sexually charged neighbor. Listening to the loud groan and moans coming from Robin’s window, he couldn’t take it anymore. He knew where his neighbor’s kept the spare key to the backdoor, so he walked over for a visit.

Dick let himself into his neighbor’s home and headed straight to Robin’s bedroom. Quietly he pushed her door open. Watching the young woman play with herself, he grasped his five inch tool in his hand and stroked.

When Robin squealed, that was all it took for Dick to shoot five hard ropes of hot cum into the air. He grunted, “Uuunnnggggg!”

Robin looked up and screamed. What was Mr. Dick doing in her bedroom? Robin scrambled to cover herself. “Mr. Dick, how did you get in here?” she demanded.

Dick Tiny wore a look of embarrassment. He blurted out, “Look, Ms. Robin, I intend no harm. Yes. It is completely my fault. You see–you see. I–I was..” Dick could not say much further.

Robin could see truth in his eyes but she still wanted to know why and how her neighbor just entered her private quarters. She was sure Dick was somewhat frightened and she thought she could take advantage of the situation. She advanced towards him and he went back a step. Robin was now sure he was in her control.

“Just tell me how and why you entered into my private quarters. You know this is a crime and I can call cops.” Robin made her wide eyes even wider.

“Robin, please let me explain.” Dick pleaded. “I have been friends with your family for years as you know. I often check on things when your family goes on trips. I used the spare key hidden in the secret place to get in. I followed your moans to find your bedroom. I needed to see your beautiful pussy up close.” Dick breathed heavily.

Rob could see Dick was trembling and she also realized that her hands covering her pussy were now busy in gesticulating and she had exposed her wet pussy to Dick. She showed as if she was unaware of this and advanced further.

Dick’s eyes were glued on her hot snatch. She had it neatly trimmed with a golden arrow pointing to her hot center. The scent of her arousal perfumed the air. Dick moaned softly as he imagined what that beautiful little pussy would taste like.

“Mr. Dick,” Robin called, “I should call the police. You are not supposed to be in here.”

“Look–look. Please don’t call the cops. I-I knew you feel horny at times and I could hear–“

“Hear what?” Rob demanded faking anger. She was still totally illegal bahis naked and realized slowly her horniness was returning. She could feel wetness in her cunt.

“Well-well I heard you moaning. And I-I knew it was moaning from your masturbation.”

“So?” Robin could hardly control her vaginal fluids from dripping downwards.

“You see-I-I too felt very lonely and horny. I wanted to masturbate myself.”

“Then you could’ve done it in your room, in your own home, darn it!” Rob was now enjoying every bit of this event.

“Well I wanted to see you masturbating and then do it myself,” Dick stuttered.

“But y’know it’s still a crime and needs punishment.”

“I beg you. Please don’t call police. You can give me whatever punishment you want to give me.” Dick spread his palms surrendering his will to Robin. She could see his small withered cock hanging limply–almost apologetic.

“Oh–your tool. It is so small. That’s why your name is Dick Tiny. Tiny Dick,” Rob laughed and Dick cringed.

“See Miss Robin. It is small but becomes bigger when excited,” Dick explained.

“No, I don’t believe you. Let me see it closely,” Rob demanded.

Dick moved forward and Rob could see his poor hanging tool. It was reddish white with somewhat withered skin. Its head was jutting out and was pink. It had small droplets of his semen still sticking out. Dick’s dick was surrounded by grey white pubic hair. Even they had drops of his cum sticking.

“You say it becomes hard when excited. But it is not becoming big. You can see me naked. You can see my pussy, my tits–everything no? You are lying. I think I will have to–“

“No, no. Please Miss Robin. Please don’t call cops. I will prove my point. You just lie on your bed as you were and show your open cunt to me and start masturbating. Then-then you will see my cock becoming bigger and harder.”

“I will do that but with one condition. I will open my cunt and show you–but you will have to masturbate me. I mean finger-fuck me.” Robin commanded.

“All right. But promise me you will not call the police.” Dick begged.

“Yes, done. Now get on with your job!” Robin ordered and went to her bed facing Dick. She jutted her cunt towards the front. The full wide lips of her pussy separated and showed her thick clit, her pee hole below it and her deep red vaginal passage leading to her uterus. Walls of her cunt, lips and clit were all smeared with thick white cum.

Dick came forward and kneeled in front of Rob. He first covered her neatly trimmed pussy gently with his palm and smoothly moved it. Robin felt as if a soft feather is moving across her pussy–her clit, cunt everything. Like a volcano ready to squirt her cunt juices wanted to explode and come out rapidly.

Robin spread her thighs waiting in anticipation for her much older neighbor to play with her pussy. The sight of the older man’s small cock surrounded by thick gray hair excited Robin. You see, Robin loved small dicks. She’d take a nice firm five incher over huge cock any day.

Small cocks stimulated her. They were usually just long enough to rub against her g-spot when she was being fucked. Dick’s tiny dick looked like something she could have fun with.

Then she felt his fingers massaging her moist nether lips. Already covered in cum, Robin’s pussy was at the peak of sensitivity so much so that even a tiny breeze could set her off.

Dick moaned as he touched her pussy. He loved the feel, scent, and softness of her aroused fleshed. He wanted to taste, but she had ordered him to only masturbate her. Soon, Robin’s clit peeked out of its hood and Dick flicked it lightly.

Robin’s hips shot off of the bed at the sensation, groaning out loud. Liking her reaction, Dick increased his pleasure by brutally assaulting her clit. Robin was in orgasmic heaven, but he wasn’t through.

Robin’s pussy opened up before him and he looked at the soft pink inside of her hole that was coated in her cum. Cupping three of his fingers, he slammed them inside of her and began to furiously finger fuck her. Robin was aggressively fucking his hand.

Dick’s cock was hard now and stood at a stiff five inches. “Mr. Dick, Oh God, that feels so fucking good” Robin exclaimed. Dick fingered her even harder.

Robin looked down and saw his hard cock. She reached and grabbed to and began to pump him furiously.

“Ahhhhhhh! Damn! Shit girl!” Dick exclaimed as she gave him an amazing hand job, not once removing his hand from her pussy.

“Stop!” Robin declared. “I need to fuck. Shove that hard cock in me Dick.”

Dick grabbed her legs and put them over his shoulders. He wasted no time is slamming her with his tiny dick. He pounded her furiously with her screaming at him every time he entered.

Dick felt his balls began to clench. Robin felt her pussy began to throb. He knew he was close. She knew she was close. “FUCK!” they both exclaimed simultaneously as they rocketed into the most intense orgasm they had achieved illegal bahis siteleri in a long time.

Dick was breathing hard, when Robin reminded him that he wasn’t finished being punished. “Now”, she demanded, “Suck your cum out of my pussy. And you’d better lick me clean.”

Dick smiled, “Gladly” he moaned , as Robin spread her thighs to accommodate his head. Dick quickly began slurping the juices from her cum soaked slit. Their combined juices were delicious to the old man. He licked the outside of her pussy, then inserted his tongue and licked around her opening slowly.

He covered her entire cunt with his mouth and sucked. The sensation of having her entire puss sucked into his hot eager mouth made Robin cry out in ecstasy.

Robin was trying to let him stay in control and not face fuck him, but the old man was talented with his lips and tongue. He had an extremely long tongue that entered her pussy lapping up her juices causing her head to spin.

Before she could stop, she came again all over his face. Dick happily ate her cum, while waiting for her to continue with his punishment.

Robin came down from her sex induced high. She looked at her neighbor. This man was in no way attractive. She didn’t want anyone to know what she’d done with him, because it would be embarrassing for her. He was old, chunky, and very married.

Robin liked Dick’s wife, Mary, and she would hate for her to learn that her husband of 25 years broke their vows.

“What time will Mary be home?” She asked. Dick immediately looked contrite, because in spite of lusting after this girl, he loved his wife and never wanted to hurt her.

Dick looked away from the young girl, he could not face her. He knew if she told Mary about this, his life would be destroyed.

“Mary should be home any minute now.” He answered quietly.

Robin took a deep breathe. “Get dressed, go home, and shower. She will be able to smell the sex on you and we can’t have that.”

Dick stood and nodded quickly leaving her room. Robin called after him, “When we are alone I will call you Dick. In front of everyone else I will call you Mr. Dick. Understand. I’ve never had it this good and I will want it again. So, don’t even think that I am going to stop fucking you. Oh, and don’t tell anyone about this. I will deny it and you will look foolish, understand.” She declared, her eyes flashing with heat as Dick recalled the moments of passion they shared.

Her words hurt, but he understood. If the news of their activities got out, it would wreak havoc on their lives. Deep down, he also knew she didn’t want people to know that she’d fucked him, a horny old man.

“Y…yes, Robin” he stammered. “But you must know that I have to be able to take care of my wife as…’

Robin silenced him by placing her finger over his lips. “No, you listen. Normally, I don’t share my cock. But, since Mary had you first, I will share with her, but when I call you. I want you here, naked, and ready.”

Dick nodded. Realizing his good fortune, he had his beautiful loyal wife at home whom he could make love to whenever, and he also had a hot bitch that was willing to let him fuck her brains out at any time.

He felt his cock harden again, but knew he needed to get back to his house.

He moved to kiss Robin, but she would not allow that.

“Dick, no kissing. We will fuck each other, lick and suck each other, and even perform various acts on each other, but kissing is not allowed. Now, go home.”

Dick finished dressing, rushed to his house, and jumped in and out of the shower just before Mary walked in.

Dick went home very pleased. he always wanted to be a slave of a demanding woman and his wish was fulfilled today. He was just relaxing with a drink when Mary came in with a few purchases and wandered around. She sniffed like a dog and said, “Dick what scent are you wearing today? It is a ladies perfume!”

Dick was defensive and his face showed embarrassment. “No, no–I don’t know..” he stuttered.

Mary came near him, sniffed again and said, “Yes, you are wearing that perfume. Shit. You should be ashamed!”

Dick suddenly got an idea and blurted out, “Ah, yes. I see. A big fat lady bumped into me when I was walking around that corner. She was wearing this awful perfume.”

Mary was very sure about her husband’s timidness so she bought the idea. She changed the topic and said, “Dick do you know what happened today? My exercise shorts tore at the joint and I went to buy new. But they are out of stock. So I will have to do my yoga till the new stocks arrive!”

“My goodness! That is awful.” Dick exclaimed.

“I had not done my yoga today for that reason–now I have to do that in my torn shorts,” Mary said and went into another room. After a while Dick could hear her spread a small rug and start her exercise. Dick had finished his drink and wanted another so he went to the same room–fridge was there.

What he saw was an amazing scene. Mary had arched canlı bahis siteleri her body in a yoga posture. Her pubic area jutted outward prominently. Her tight shorts were torn exactly at the same zone. Her pink pussy along with her grey bush peeped towards Dick invitingly. “Oh, my God!” Dick muttered audibly.

“Dick, what are you doing here?” Mary demanded.

“I came to pick my drink and what I see is–is–“

“What do you see?”

“Oh your–your cunt, Mary. It is popping out of the torn shorts. The sight is lovely!”

“Is that? Your comment makes me horny. Yoga needs concentration and I am getting horny.” Mary said still in her arched posture.

“I can see that!” Dick said. He could see Mary’s pink-white jagged pussy with hanging lips which were already dripping wet with her cum.

“I have to remain in this position for at least a minute. Can you wipe my–my cunt, please?” Mary urged.

Dick was more than ready. He kneeled and with his finger started wiping Mary’s cum. Then suddenly he got an idea. Just half an hour ago he had tasted Robin’s cum but he had never tasted Mary’s. She had never demanded nor had he dared. This was his great chance

Now Mary’s cum had had almost started running down. Dick moved forward took out his tongue and started licking Mary’s cunt from her deep hole slowly upwards towards her clitoris which had by now swollen bigger than a peanut.

Mary jumped when Dick’s tongue reached Mary’s clit.

“Oh, I am sorry,” Dick said.

“No, no. Please continue. I might cum more–I am very very horny,” Mary shouted.

After a few seconds she begged at Dick, “Dick, please, please fuck me hard. My cunt is desperate–bang her, pump her with all your might.”

Dick looked at his small dick–it was still small. I can’t–my cock is not yet hard.

Mary looked disappointed but then recovered and said, “Ok. Finger fuck me as hard as you can Mr Tiny Dick!”

Dick obliged and fucked Mary vigorously with his two and then three fingers till at the end Mary collapsed in a heap with a gasp.

Mary was spent. “OH, Dick,” she gasped between breaths. ” I love when you finger-fuck me. You always hit it just right.”

Dick’s stomach growled and Mary got up to go fix dinner. When she reached to retrieve her clothes, Dick stopped. “No, my love.” He said staring at her thick gray-white pubs as she stood.” Let your pussy breath. I want to be able to touch it while you make dinner.”

Mary smiled. She loved being nude. She walked around nude most of the time and only dressed when she cooked or when guest arrived out of courtesy.

Mary went into the kitchen and Dick followed her. While she was preparing the chicken and pasta for their dinner, Dick was stealthily caressing her fat pussy. Mary walked over to the sink to wash off the meat and Dick stood behind her circling both his arms around her and used both hands to open her pussy and tease her clit with his probing digits.

Mary loved having her cunt massaged, so she carefully lifted her legs to give him easier access.

Before long, she was climaxing again all over her husband’s eager fingers.

As he held her through her orgasm, Dick thought, I can do this. I can fuck two women. I just have to make sure I keep both of them satisfied.

Mary came down from her sex-induced high and ordered Dick out of the kitchen. “I want to know the name of that perfume. I like it.” she called to his back as he left the room.

Dick went into their bathroom, removed his undershirt and threw it in the hamper. In his hurry to dress after fucking Robin, he accidentally put the wrong shirt back on. He knew then that he needed to be more careful.

Mary finished dinner and they sat down to eat. Dick’s mind was overactive. He kept thinking about his time spent with his sexy young neighbor. How wonderful her snatch tasted. He wondered when, he’d get to fuck her again.

“Dick, Dick!” Mary called. “What are you thinking so hard about?” Then she looked at his crotch. His five inch cock was rock hard and oozing precum.

Mary’s mouth watered, because she loved sucking in his tiny dick. It was easy to suck the whole thing in and she never had to worry about getting choked.

“Ummmmm, baby, give me my dessert.” She declared as she engulfed her husband’s rock hard member with her mouth.

“Ahhhhhhhh” Dick moaned. He loved it. Robin hadn’t sucked him off, but he knew she had skills. His wife knew exactly what to. She licked the small head of his cock. Twirling her tongue around it like it was a lollipop. Then she forcibly drew his head into her mouth. After that, she bobbed her head up and down on it in rapid motion for a moment, before she took him all the way to her throat.

Dick began to throat-fuck his wife. He loved the feel of her tongue and saliva all over his tool. He had come several times already and wasn’t sure he had any left, but he kept right on fucking her throat.

Before long he tell-tell signs of his completion was upon him as he spewed short burst of his baby juice into his wife’s hot mouth.

“Ummmmm, I love your spunk. It tastes sooooo good.” Mary groaned after she licked the last drop of cum off the tip if his dick. Dick was dried out and could not go any more.

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There are some men that want a woman to be perfectly clean. As if she has just stepped out of the shower every time she gets in bed with him. It’s a ridiculous fantasy and I only know because I used to be one of these men.

Until I met Charlotte. I don’t really have a good understanding of why that is, only that I know she can’t ever be too dirty for me. I’ve never thought this way about anybody. You’re not supposed to like how someone smells. But when I’m with Charlotte, I want her exactly as I find her. I don’t want to taste her perfume. I want to taste her.

Over the years, I’ve developed a fairly unhealthy obsession with her body and part of that obsession includes the way she smells. Not that she smells much at all. In fact, Charlotte’s the cleanest woman I’ve ever been with. It amazes me. And sometimes, it frustrates me.

But every once in a while, she gives me that natural, dirty side of her. I absolutely love it when she hasn’t had a chance to clean herself up. When spontaneous desire overrides any other consideration. There is an inexplicable intimacy in knowing your lover’s dirtiest parts. Knowing that you want her so bad there’s nothing, certainly not something so small as an unclean smell, that would keep you from her body.

It’s really easy to kiss someone when they’ve just showered. Anybody would do that. But it’s true desire that makes you want your lover’s dirty body. To put your lips where they’re not supposed to go. To put your tongue into every crack and crevice. To savor the taste of salt and skin. To breathe deep a smell that, when it comes from your lover, is no longer dirty but sweet.

I love Charlotte’s body. If she hadn’t showered for a week, I’d still happily lick every inch of her. And yes, if you’re wondering, that includes all of her dirty parts. Especially her dirtiest parts. And I’d probably cum doing it.

When she gives herself over to me like that, when there is no hesitation or insecurity, it’s like something breaks inside of me. It’s a damn that cracks open; and when it does, pure lust pours out. It fills me up. It turns me into a wild animal.

I can think of nothing sexier than all five of my senses being assaulted by Charlotte. And that’s really what it comes down to. Knowing that every part of my consciousness is consumed by her. That there is not one part of my waking mind that isn’t completely engulfed with her essence. The sounds she makes, the way she looks, the feel of her skin, the taste of her mouth, the smell of her body.

So it’s not a surprise that I’m completely delirious when she gets down on her knees in front of me, straddling my legs. She pooches her ass up in front of my face and stretches her body out to grab each of my ankles.

I can hardly move. Not just because she has my legs pinned, but because I am so overwhelmed. I can’t stop but just stare at her gyrating ass. It’s as if I’m in my own private porn movie. I can feel her breasts bouncing on my cock but I hardly notice.

I simply cannot believe that this is happening. That it is happening to me. I briefly think of all the porn I’ve watched in my life and quickly decide I’d pass on all those women for just five minutes of this. I feel as if I am in a drug-induced state. A hyper-reality where all my deepest and darkest fantasies have come to life with a stunning clarity.

But it’s her smell that brings me back. It’s that delicious mix of her pussy and ass that reminds me I’m not watching porn. That this is real. That I will be putting my lips and tongue to the parts of her that lips and tongues are not meant to go. Let the pornstars have their completely sterilized sets. I want Charlotte just like this. With pussy and ass smelling exactly like what pussy and asses are supposed to smell like. I breathe in deeply, savoring the real Charlotte. My Charlotte.

I don’t know how long I sit there, just breathing her in. My eyes are half closed and don’t realize she’s shaking her ass at me. Looking back at me. “Well?”

I look up at her, dumbfounded. “What?”

“You wanted to get it out. Now go get it.” She reaches back and yanks her thong to one side, the dildo slightly pushing out for just a second before her ass swallows it up again. The in and out motion burns into my brain and I know I’ll remember that image for the rest of my life. I put two fingers on the base and push it in slightly. It evokes a gasp.

The base is small. A smooth round piece of glass not bigger than a fifty cent piece. I give it a little tug and feel just how tightly it is wedged into her ass. It makes me instantly jealous. I want that to be my cock. I start pulling at it, but Charlotte’s voice stops me in my tracks.

“No.”

“You don’t want me to?”

She turns her head to look back at me and with a stern voice asks, “Are you my slut?”

I turn away from her piercing gaze for a second to look at her ass. That beautiful ass with a piece of glass shoved inside of it. It’s enough for me to respond without thinking. “Yes!”

“Then use that illegal bahis pretty slut mouth of yours.”

My mouth drops open. In all the time we’ve been together, I’ve never known her to have such a filthy mouth. Didn’t actually think she was capable of it.

“Come on, slut.” She backs her ass all the way up to me now and it’s only a matter of leaning down a few inches before my face is buried.

There is a theory that dogs sniff each other’s behind because they are attracted to the pheromones located there. I don’t know if this is true or not. But I don’t really care. It very well may be the pheromones, but all I can smell is Charlotte’s sweet and sexy ass. It completely engulfs me.

Charlotte’s been sitting in a car for a long four-hour drive after an even longer workday. She hasn’t showered since this morning and she’s had a dildo jammed in her ass for I don’t know how long. Of course she was going to smell nasty. And she knew it. But she also knows me.

The only hesitation I have is to enjoy the moment. But of course, I don’t last a minute. Not even ten seconds before my face is on her. I lick both of her cheeks, focusing on the areas around the dildo. I kiss, I bite, I suck. The smell of her overwhelms me. The delicious mix of her pussy and ass is completely gone now. All I smell is ass. Filthy, sweaty, dirty. It’s my drug.

And just like any addiction, only the addict can understand the need for it. It is impossible to explain the compulsion. At that moment, I don’t care. I lose all self control. All self respect. I indulge myself unashamedly.

As hot as it is to know her ass has been stuffed for the past several hours, I am desperate to get the damn thing out of my way. I’ve let loose enough spit and saliva to cover the entire length of her ass crack and so I lean in and wrap my teeth around the base of the glass. I give it a slight tug and somewhere, very far away, I can hear her moaning in delight. I do it again, harder this time. The moan gets louder and there’s more give.

Just to give her a little of what she’s given me, I bring my face forward, jamming the plug back into her ass; deeper than it had been before. “Ohhh!” The noise she makes is one of genuine delight. I mentally pat myself on the back for surprising her and then tug back just as Charlotte is still moving forward.

The dildo suddenly slips free and Charlotte makes a sound like nothing I’ve ever heard before. Somewhere between relief and orgasmic release. She leans all the way forward and I get a quick glimpse of her asshole, still gaping open before the movement snaps the thong back into position. The sight drives me crazy.

I take the dildo from my clenched teeth and place it next to me. As much as I enjoy it, it’s so overpowering next to my nose it makes me light headed. Charlotte reaches back and puts her middle finger right down the crack of her ass moving it to the spot where the dildo had been. She says,

“God, that felt good in my ass, baby.” She’s practically pushing the red cloth inside of her ass, stretching it as far as it will go. I watch, my hand furiously pumping away at my cock.

Charlotte crawls off of my legs and stands just for an instant. Long enough to pull off her panties before she positions herself to straddle me.

She briefly brings them to her nose and says, “God, these smell awful,” and before I have a chance to respond, she straddles me. Her hot pussy slides down the shaft of my cock and I instantly feel the furnace inside of her. Charlotte’s pussy is so wet it makes a slopping sound as she makes her way down to the base of my cock.

I lift my face up to kiss her but what I get instead is a face full of panties. Dirty panties.

I buck my hips in response. Hard. She cries out as I thrust into her and she rides me for a few strokes before she says,

“Come on baby. See how wet you made me.” She pushes the panties against my lips. It’s like a satin kiss, they are soaking wet and it’s clear that this is part of them that were pushing against her pussy just a few minutes ago. I kiss them delicately, enjoying the slight taste of pussy on my lips.

She pushes them past my lips and I get a mouthful of pussy-soaked panties. I start thrusting hard again but this time, she slows me down. She whispers, “shhh.”

I look up, the panties still clenched between my teeth as she tugs the part hanging out of my mouth. She flips it this way and that until she finds what she’s looking for.

I understand now why Charlotte was working so hard to push them into her asshole just a few seconds ago. She’s made especially sure that the part that had practically been inside of her is now inside-out. “You haven’t even got to the good part yet.”

She flips it over as she brings it to my face when suddenly, she wrinkles her nose. The look of sly lust on her face vanishes. I look up questioningly and she says, “Oh God, oh baby. I’m sorry. These are too dirty. Oh don’t.”

She pulls them out of my mouth and replaces them with illegal bahis siteleri her lips.

“Wait. What?” I ask when our lips part. “Why did you take them away?”

There are times when Charlotte gets serious about things and there are times when she is playing coy. I honestly can’t tell this time. I kiss her lips and say, “It’s okay baby. I just want you.”

“That’s good baby. You wouldn’t want those nasty panties near your face, would you? I mean, they smell really bad.”

I sigh deeply, not knowing how to respond. I actually did, but I don’t want her to become self-conscious after all we’ve done. I didn’t want to lose the moment either. I use both of my hands to pull her closer to me and she leans back. Her eyes are half closed and she starts making a keening noise that always lets me know when she’s about to cum. I thrust harder.

“Oh …Oh…Fuck me harder.”

I comply, pulling her down as I thrust up.

“Oh yea baby. Yes. YES. Oh it’s so good like this.”

Even harder now. In the back of my mind, I start cautioning myself that in a few minutes, I might not be able to stop.

She starts to pick up my rhythm and we move in perfectly timed unison. I pump up, she thrusts down. I pump up, she thrusts down.

Pump, thrust. Pump, thrust.

“You didn’t want those panties baby.” Pump.

“They were disgusting.” Thrust.

“They smelled so bad.” Pump. Thrust. Pump. Thrust.

She brings her head down next to my ear and whispers, “I could SEE how dirty they were.”

Pump. Pump. Pump.

“You’re so nasty baby. But you wouldn’t have wanted to SEE that.” She emphasizes the word see again and I practically lose my mind.

She finally slows down and brings the panties back up, unfolding them in front of me.

“No way you want these in your mouth. Let me show you.”

She turns them inside out and takes one end with each hand and stretches them in front of my face. I instantly see what she means but instead of recoiling I say, “Oh baby, Oh my God baby.”

The thin string of material that straddled her ass, the part that she had purposefully put inside of her ass, now stretches in front of our faces. I hesitate for just a second before I lean forward.

She maneuvers the dirtiest part of the panties right under my nose and says, “Leave it right there. Leave it right there you nasty slut.” She keeps the panties hooked on her thumbs as she grasps both sides of my head.

Keeping me at arm’s length, she begins a series of thrusting motions, her grip on my head getting tighter and tighter. She is practically rubbing the panties into my nose but it hardly matters anymore. I’m completely engulfed in her smell. She continues her rant, “You nasty…you nasty…oh my god you nasty fucking slu—hhh, slu-h, s-, shit. Oh shit, oh shit oh shit.”

She finishes her orgasm with my head still tight between her hands. It’s one of her small ones and she recovers rather quickly. It’s not enough for her to stop gyrating on my cock, even as she’s getting herself ready for the next one. I have an insane urge to kiss her but for now, she’s still holding my head away from her; the panties stretched taut across my face. I’m so horny now that my hips start bucking without me noticing.

“Don’t you cum. Don’t you fucking cum.” She practically screams these words at me and spittle from her wet lips fly at my face. Sadly, this turns me on even more, but I regain enough self-control to slow myself down.

“Why the hell does this turn you on so much?” Regular Charlotte is back. She’s genuinely curious. I of course, have absolutely no answer to that question.

“Oh baby, it smells so good.” I say.

“No. It doesn’t. It smells like…like…it smells like..sh-.”

“Charlotte.” I finish for her. “It smells like my Charlotte and I fucking love it.” This time, I can’t stop myself. I want to let her dominate me, but I need this kiss. I reach out and hold her face the way she holds mine and bring her into me. She offers absolutely no resistance and, beyond my wildest imaginings, she kisses me with the panties between our faces. Passionately. Violently.

We pause only to take deep breaths through our noses. We inhale the scent. We savor it. Before long, she lets go of the panties and it falls down towards our hungry mouths. We kiss each other through the fabric. Our tongues poke at it. Lick it. Push through it. They probe the fabric for one another.

The taste of it fills our mouths. God this is so nasty. As I think this, she says it out loud.

“So fucking nasty,” she pants.

“Yes. Baby.” We kiss harder. She rocks harder.

“It’s fucking disgusting.” She says, as she picks herself up and plops herself back down over my cock. It makes a smacking sound. Smack. Smack. Smack. It’s a very wet noise.

“So why’s my pussy so wet?”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Why am i- i- i- cu-..fuuuuuuuck! Suddenly, she is screaming in ecstasy. She cums louder and longer than I have ever heard her cum. canlı bahis siteleri Her mouth is full of obscenities. “Fuck. Shit. Mother. Shit. Fucker. Shit. Slut. “

It drives me crazy when she cums this violently. It makes me want to release and every ounce of my willpower is needed to make sure I don’t. Even with an orgasm this size, I know she’s not done. That she’s going to need more. And she’s indulged me so much already, how can I disappoint?

Her head drops down on my shoulder as her body goes from shaking to a low grade tremor. With her face next to my ear, I can still hear her muttering cuss-words underneath her breath. It sounded like, “What the fuck”. She pulls the panties from my mouth and throws them across the room. Charlotte looks at me, dazed and confused; as if this is the first time she has ever experienced an orgasm.

Finally, with a bit of embarrassment, she asks, “Why…why did I cum so hard?” I don’t know what to tell her, but she isn’t kidding. I can feel the sloppy wetness around the base of my cock. Her pussy is leaking like a hose. I answer by pulling her in close and kissing her. When our lips part, she leans forward again and I think she’s going in for another kiss. But instead, she stops and sniffs.

“Can you smell it? Your face still smells like ass.”

“Yes baby.”

“You don’t mind?”

“You didn’t seem to.”

She sniffs again. But this time, it turns into a kiss. “I like that you like it.”

“I think you liked it a little more than that.” I respond.

She blushes a bit as I say it and we kiss again. This time it’s more of a lover’s kiss. Not nearly as bestial as before.

“God you turn me on.” Before too long, the kisses get more aggressive and she starts that gyrating motion again. Charlotte tends to cum a lot. And when I say a lot, I mean she can cum a dozen times in one hour. The first time I was with her, I thought she was faking it. Over the years, I’ve found out that Charlotte never fakes. As long as there’s a hard cock in the room, she’s going to keep cumming. I love this about her. She quite literally, cannot get enough.

“What are you gonna do now? My panties are all the way over there.”

“I don’t need them to cum.” I start pumping my hips up.

She responds by pooching her lower lip in mock sadness and says, “You don’t like my ass anymore?”

“Of course I do baby.”

“Was it too smelly?”

“No baby, it was so hot.” I am getting so excited. She is driving me crazy with that a coquettishly sweet voice.

“But…but…there were…they were…”

“Yes baby.”

“You love me that much?”

“Yes baby.” I whisper this next part into her ears. “I love you so much I’d lick your stained panties.”

Her eyes widen at that word and she kisses me so deeply I think she might be trying to swallow my tongue. Her moment of insecurity is gone. She’s satisfied with my assurances and now confident Charlotte is back.

“But you didn’t cum. It was right there in your face and you didn’t cum.” She says this last part the way a six year old whines.

“I’m gonna cum now baby.” I pump even harder, but she’s not responding with her own thrusts yet. She’s still having fun with me.

“I don’t think you should get to smell my ass anymore. It didn’t make you cum.” More whining. I almost expect her to say, “So there.”

“Baby, I loved it. I love you.” I’m desperate to get her to start thrusting her hips. I really, really want to cum.

“Tell me you love my ass.”

“I love your ass baby.”

“Tell me you love my big ass.”

“I love that big fucking ass.”

“Tell me you love it when it smells.”

“I love it especially when it smells.”

“You want it to stink?”

“YES!” “A lot?”

She finally begins to start thrusting. Much to my relief. Now the Q and A is timed to our pump and thrust rhythm. Her questions drive me crazy. Hell, the evil sound in her voice is driving me crazy.

“As dirty as it’ll get.”

“And you’ll still kiss it?”

“Yes baby. Always. Yes.”

She is grinding me hard now. So hard I think that either I have to cum or my head will explode. Just then she leans down and whispers into my ear, as if telling me a secret, “I like smelling my ass on your face. It’s fucking hot.”

And then it happens. There is a switch from lovemaking to wild panic. We move in frenzy. The kisses come from everywhere. From every direction. In between gasps of breath words tumble out of her mouth.

“It makes you all nasty. You really are my nasty little slut. You FUCKING smell…” She pauses to lick up the sides of my face, “You fucking smell good.”

We fuck like animals. It’s the only way I can describe it. My back has been to the couch all of this time and now it’s literally banging against the wall with a thump thump thump sound. Behind me, I hear what must be a hung picture crash to the ground. We both ignore it.

“You’ll lick it baby? You’ll lick my ass when it’s this dirty?” The demure voice is gone. She’s now full-on bitch mode now.

“Oh baby. Yes. “

“I’ve had that dildo in my ass for hours.”

“Oh baby.”

“Now I feel so fucking dirty.”

“I love you dirty.”

“I want to be clean. You’ll fucking lick it clean?”

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