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It had been snowing heavily for the last few hours but now it was getting worse. We decided to pull in at a service area for a break when we saw the overhead sign saying that the motorway was closed ahead. Mum suggested we get rooms in the hotel and continue up the road tomorrow. I wasn’t too keen on the idea because I really wanted to get home that night and hated motorway hotels.

To make matters worse there was only one room still available, as it seemed we were one of the last few to have pulled over for the night. It was a double room so that put paid to my idea of watching TV till the early hours. I also had severe misgivings about sleeping in a bed with mum- that was just too weird.

We went for some food in the service area but most of it was closed so we ended up settling for some warmed up paninis and tea. Then it was up to the room and into bed. I was the first into bed and lay there watching TV while mum took off her makeup in the bathroom and got changed.

She came back into the bedroom wearing a short white nightie that ended just below her crotch. The bottom 3 inches was made of lace. I’d caught glimpses of her wearing it at home and had seen one of my first glimpses of female pubic hair through the lace hem. I guessed that she hadn’t been expecting to be sleeping in the same room as her son when she’d packed.

She got into bed beside me and watched a few minutes of TV with me before asking how I was getting on at work- I’d been promoted recently and was both pleased and stressed about it. I felt a bit uncomfortable sitting talking to my mum in bed and was glad when she said she was going to go to sleep. She leaned over to kiss me, I offered her my cheek, and then she turned over to go to sleep. I watched TV for a couple of minutes more and then turned it off before turning on my side and trying to go to sleep.

I couldn’t sleep because it felt so strange being in bed with mum. Mum had been the first naked woman that I’d seen. As I grew up these sightings became less frequent but hadn’t stopped altogether. Mum used to invite me into her room to talk to her after work while she got changed. I hadn’t seen her naked for some time but had seen her in her underwear and some of her lingerie.

She often wore black or white lace knickers with a satin back. I particularly liked the white ones because I could see her dark pubic hair through them. A particular treat was when she wore stockings and suspenders though. She would take off her blouse and put on a jersey or t-shirt and I’d get to see her lacy bra. She was well endowed, which I didn’t really like so much (I grew up to like girls with smaller, firmer breasts) but I really enjoyed catching a glimpse of her nipples through the lacy fabric all the same. Then, still standing, she would take off her skirt and start unhooking the suspender clasps from her stockings. I loved the way the straps ran down the side of her legs and the way her belly curved back between her legs and under her knickers. When I was older I wondered if she got a kick out of my reactions. I was always teen porno very careful not to seem overly interested but now I doubted I had been fooling anyone.

From about the age of 18 I had started fantasising about mum. All the other fantasies were getting old by that time. I remember feeling a bit guilty at first but after a while that disappeared and the fantasies got dirtier. By the age of 19 I frequently fantasised about having anal with mum, who would be wearing suspenders, Basques, French knickers, body suits and any other lingerie I could dream up. Naturally I was worried that I would wake up with an erection, which was a frequent occurrence, or that I would say or do something in my sleep that would give my fantasies away.

Mum couldn’t sleep either, it seemed, and got up to get her magazine from her suitcase. I turned over to see what she was doing and watched her bottom as she bent over to fish around in the bag. The hem of her nightie rode up and I could see the back of her white satin knickers. One side hooked a little round her left buttock. While I wasn’t so keen on her chest I loved her bottom.

She was a curvy woman of 39. Her torso was lovely and slim with a little, inevitable padding around her stomach and a fraction more than there used to be on her hips. Neither made any difference and the extra little bit of weight on her hips was more of a turn on for me. It turned out I sought out girlfriends who had full, curvy bottoms like mum.

On her way back to bed I asked her if she was okay and she said that she couldn’t sleep. She climbed back into bed and while her eyes were on the sheets I looked at her breasts and the lace that came down to her nipples. I could see them through the material. I didn’t look away quickly enough and mum caught me looking. Neither of us said anything and I wondered if she would be annoyed or if she’d feel uncomfortable and resentful but she leaned across and kissed me goodnight again. Feeling relieved I fell asleep while she sat and read.

At one point I woke up feeling hot. During the night I had turned over onto my back and was lying against mum’s side. It felt nice and comfortable, despite my worries about fantasising about my mum. I thought it better to put some distance between us all the same and rolled over onto my side. Mum stirred, murmured, rolled towards me and onto her side and put her arm loosely over my waist. She murmured again and fell asleep. I was much more awake now and it took me a few minutes to fall asleep again. I didn’t want to be seen to jump away from her because I thought that would make her wonder why.

I woke up again sweating and feeling a bit uncomfortable. Mum and I were now lying facing each other. We were lying on our sides and mum’s forehead had been pressed against my cheek, which was hot and sweaty. It was no wonder, as the duvet was pulled up past my chin and over most of her head. The forearms of the arms that were resting on the bed were touching. My upper hand was resting on the curve of mum’s waist and my upper (left) leg was pushed right up travesti pornp between her legs and into her crotch, so far so that my knee made a right angle. I’d have been more horrified if mum’s feet and ankles weren’t crossed and holding onto the foot and ankle of the leg that was between hers. The knuckles of her upper hand (right) were resting on my stomach just above my belly button.

It felt intensely hot lying like this but it felt really nice in a sexual way. It felt like I was lying with a girlfriend rather than my mum. At that point I realised that I had an erection and that it was pressed against mum’s hip and belly. The first thought through my head was that I had to move before mum woke up and noticed that her son’s erect penis was pushed up against her. I was too busy blaming myself to even wonder why we ended up in this position. I just thought that she probably thought she was cuddled up with Mark, her boyfriend, and would be horrified and then angry to wake up like this with her pervert son.

I pulled my crotch back a little but was still touching her in a very obvious way with my penis when she stirred. I didn’t think she’d woken up completely but, as I found out later, she had realised she was feeling a bit aroused, wondered if I could feel that she was wet, felt guilty and realised that we were lying in a very intimate position and that my erection was pressed against her. Later she told me that she’d pretended to be half asleep while she took stock and gauged my reaction, as through half closed eyes, she’d seen that I was awake.

She murmured, my heart beat overtime, and then opened her eyes a little. I thought she must have been half asleep still as she hadn’t sprung apart at the feel of my penis sticking into her. I groaned a bit and rolled over a little onto my back, which stopped my penis touching her. She murmured something and asked what time it was. Pretending to be virtually asleep I muttered that I didn’t know. To my surprise she rolled towards me and onto her side and supported herself by putting her right leg onto my lower belly, which meant it was lying right across my erection. She lay her right arm across my chest and pushed her nose and lips against the side of my cheek just below my ear. I could feel her warm breath on my ear and neck.

I thought I was busted and that it was only seconds before she realised what was going on and the outrage began. The seconds passed and there was nothing. She seemed to stretch a bit and then reached out her hand further across my chest to pull my closer in a hug. At the same time she gave me a sleepy kiss where my jaw and ear met and then she gave me another one. Then, still with her leg across my penis, she lifted her head to look at her watch and announced it was three o’clock. She put her head down on my chest and squeezed me again.

I couldn’t really comprehend what was going on. Mum was clearly awake and compos mentis and to my amazement she wasn’t angry or scrambling out of bed. Involuntarily my penis twitched and it felt like it had got harder still. Mum tricky masseur moved her leg down a little but just a fraction, as it still lay right across my erection. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye thinking that she must be far sleepier than I realised.

She wasn’t. Her eyes were wide open and she looked straight into mine as I glanced at her. I quickly looked away. She nuzzled my neck again with her nose and lips and then asked if I was okay. Not knowing what to say I said that I was a bit hot and instantly feared that she might move off or away from me. My penis twitched again and I knew she must have felt it moving.

She agreed that it was hot and pulled the covers down to my sternum. After a second she said that it felt a little cooler now and went on to thank me for being such a support at her uncle’s funeral (the reason we had been away). I risked turning my head to look down into her face and found hers looking right up into mine. She thanked me again, squeezed me and lifted her lips up to kiss mine. It was a sisterly kiss but we hadn’t kissed on the lips for years. Gradually I began to think that mum might be enjoying this in the same way I was.

Then she arched her back and stretched. Her leg slid down to the middle of my thighs and she lifted her head and shoulders up off the bed to look at the light coming round the side of the window. Instead of getting out of bed she raised my arm, pulled it out and a little to the side and lay down on top of it. She told me she wanted me to cuddle her and I didn’t need any encouragement. She then lay her leg back across my, still erect, penis and lay back down on her side.

My arm was at a bit of an awkward angle and mum’s weight on it was sore and wouldn’t get any better. I didn’t want to complain so I pulled her closer, which pressed her breasts and crotch against my side. That was marvellous. I could feel the heat that was coming from between her legs and was at the point where I was beginning to accept that it was because she was aroused too. Getting braver I ran my hand down her side to the small of her back and where her hips began to rise. She took her hand off my chest and put it on the hand on her hip. Initially I thought I’d gone too far and she was going to move my hand back upwards but she gave it a gentle squeeze and snuggled in against me.

Encouraged I moved my hand down further onto her bottom she ran hers over my chest and stomach, stroking them in big circles and occasionally squeezing. She raised her chin to me and, realising she wanted to kiss, I lowered my head and we kissed again. This time we lingered, parted, and lingered again- nothing sisterly about it this time as she gently sucked my bottom lip between hers. My hand was now exploring her bottom freely. It glided over the silky night dress and lifted the lace hem to expose her knickers. I ran my hand over her womanly hips and then down the small of her back and down into her knickers.

I was wide awake and couldn’t believe that mum and I were lying in bed and exploring the other’s bodies. I didn’t want it to end and worried about that but, surprisingly, being in bed with mum like this felt very natural. It was exciting and new, as it is when you’re in bed with someone for the first time but it felt familiar and relaxed at the same time.

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It hadn’t taken long, Brad thought as his secretary, Meghan, slobbered all over the head of his hard ten inches. Her ruby red lips circled the thick, long cock about halfway down, while her fingers worked his balls.

No, Brad’s good looks usually broke down the walls women put up around themselves. He was just shy of 6’3”, with icy blue eyes and chiseled features set off by his lightly curly sandy blond hair. He was also in good shape, with biceps that strained every shirt he owned. The capper was the member that Meghan continued to suck like her life depended on it.

Brad had definitely hired her for her looks – including the ones she had thrown towards his crotch during the interview process. Meghan stood about 5’4”, with short, curly brown hair and a trim figure, firm, but not big tits and a great ass. Her gorgeous blue eyes always seemed to have a mischievous dance going on in them, and her face was a mixture of girl-next-door pretty and model beautiful. It helped that she was eminently qualified to be his secretary.

She had been on the job a week, and their days were filled with glances, touches and small little comments that fuelled the sexual fire building between them. Casual Friday had been an excuse for her to wear a low cut collared pink shirt and tight blue jeans that betrayed no hint of a panty line. When the hour of three rolled around, Brad made his move.

“Meghan, would you come in here?” he said through the intercom. He felt his cock hardening to its huge limit. Thankfully he had worn chinos with a bit of room for it to move.

She strolled in with a smile, her firm tits bouncing slightly with each step. She walked to the front of his desk and bent slightly, allowing him to see down her shirt to the top of her lacy pink bra. He felt himself licking his lips.

“Um, Meghan, how’s the first week been so far? I hope getting used to all of our clients hasn’t been too hard for you,” Brad said. As CEO of his own advertising company, he rolled with some high-powered clients, and he had hoped a new secretary wouldn’t slow down the roll he was on. She hadn’t.

“Nothing’s too hard for me,” Meghan replied pointedly. She grinned coyly and continued. “Your clients have been nothing but helpful to me, Mr. Stewart.”

“Brad,” he said. “Please call me Brad.”

“I don’t know if that’s right, calling my boss by his first name,” Meghan replied. “I mean, we’re still not that familiar with each other.” Her gaze drifted down to his firm chest, well defined in his golf shirt.

“Have a seat,” Brad said. “Let’s get more familiar.” His eyes couldn’t tear themselves ankara escort away from her cleavage.

She leaned right down to eye level with him and said, “Are you sure?” His mouth watered as he could see her globes more clearly down the low cut of her shirt. Her nipples were hard. He looked into her eyes to see she was smirking, knowing she was turning him on.

She straightened up and turned around towards the door. His face took on a perplexed look until Meghan locked the door, turned around and slowly peeled her shirt over her head. The pink bra was indeed very lacy and sheer, allowing Brad to get his first glances of her small aereola and tiny nipples, hard as pebbles.

“You’ve been trying to see all this since I walked in,” she giggled. “So, I decided you needed a show.”

His mouth was suddenly dry. “I’m, ah, sorry?” he managed weakly.

Her smile became seductive. “Don’t be. I’ve been dreaming about what’s in those pants since my first interview. She swayed her hips as she approached the desk. “Maybe you should stand up.”

He did, slowly. His cock was rock hard and straining the front of his chinos. Her eyes bulged a bit and she leaned down on the desk, finally laying on top of it and sliding forward until her lips were even with his turgid member. Her manicured nails slid the zipper down, unbuckled his belt and quickly dropped his pants to the floor. His cock tented the front of his boxer briefs, which Meghan had wasted no time in pooling on the floor, taking his tool in her eager mouth.

Yes, it didn’t usually take long, but this girl was more aggressive than most, and Brad loved it! She was bobbing up and down on about half of his cock, and it felt amazing. Her tongue circled the sensitive head, drinking down the precum that kept oozing from his slit.

His hands found her silky, curly tresses and lightly caressed her head as she bounced it up and down. She began moaning , and the vibrations sent a jolt up Brad’s spine. He found himself holding the back of her head and working it farther and farther down the length of his shaft.

She pulled away, leaving a long trail of saliva and precum attached to the tip of his cock. “This is huge,” she whispered. “Will you fuck me nice and gentle?” She looked up into his eyes. “Or, will you pound my little pussy with it…Brad?”

He looked down and smiled. “I’m sure once I gently fuck the whole thing into you, you’ll want me to pound your pussy with it,” he said with a wry grin.

Meghan held his cock while looking into his eyes and raised herself up on his desk, kneeling on it in front of him. She held escort ankara it fast as she looked deep into his eyes, leaned in and kissed him lightly. He tasted the salt of his cock on her lips, and she broke the kiss quickly. She looked back into his eyes and with her free hand, began to unbuckle her belt and unfasten her jeans. She pushed them down her hips until he could finally tell for sure that she wasn’t wearing panties.

He made his move then, yanking them the rest of the way down her hips. He held her then, his saliva-slick cock rubbing along the sopping wet entrance to her love channel. He lifted her up slightly, and she moved her legs out from under her into a sitting position. He dropped her jeans down to her ankles and stepped out of his chinos, kicking off his shoes at the same time. He made a point of not taking her jeans off, instead leaving them around her ankles. He quickly spun her around and bent her over, in the process roughly popping her lacy bra over her tits. His fingers lightly caressed and circled her hard nipples as he bent her over, spreading her legs as far as they could go with her jeans still on her. His hands traveled down to her hips which he held as he gyrated his hips, maneuvering his huge cock around to position it at her pussy.

“Oh, god, Brad, fuck me hard,” she whispered. She was overcome with lust, moreso than at any time in her life. Her pussy was literally dripping in anticipation of his huge cock. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks to give him a better angle at her pussy.

He looked down and saw what she was doing and it made his cock even harder. He saw her tiny little anus and filed that image away for later, feeling the dewy opening of her pussy waiting for him. He reached down and guided the head into her, and she whimpered at the feeling of the large fuckknob working its way into her.

He felt himself slide in and marveled at how tight she was, yet how easily she seemed to accept his girth.He slid in about halfway, and stopped, savoring the feeling. Her velvety channel gripped his schlong nicely.

She loved the feel of his meaty cock, so much nicer than the dildo she had been using for the past few months. The warmth of a good dick inside her was something she had missed in the last little while.

“Fuck me. Hard,” She said softly.

Brad thrust firmly and buried the entire length of his cock in her, which was met with a gasp of pleasure from Meghan. She braced herself on the desktop and tried to fuck her pretty little ass back onto his huge cock.

Brad pulled his shaft almost the entire way out and then drove ankara escort bayan it home with the precision of a piston. He felt it hit bottom again, combining with an audible moan from Meghan, and started picking up the pace. He drove his cock into her deep, rewarded with louder moans and the feel of his balls slapping against her dripping clit.

Each thrust was deeper than any man had ever been inside her before and Meghan was loving it. Her moans grew in intensity as she was building on the way to her release. She felt his heavy balls smacking up against her clit and the thrill shot up her spine. She was being fucked good and she was enjoying it!

She was trying to stifle her moans a bit, but it was hard when his cock was sending jolts through her pussy with each thrust. She felt his hot breath on her ear as he leaned into his thrusting, and the tickle added to her ecstacy.

He felt the cum boiling in his balls, and her pussy was gripping him so wonderfully, that he was going to blow his load soon. He thought about slowing down, but couldn’t! Her sexy body, plus the week of tension, took over and turned him into a sex-starved animal. They weren’t having sex, they were rutting, like horny pigs.

As she got closer and closer, her moans turned into sharp squeals, peppered with the odd, “Harder, harder!” or “Yes! Yes! Yes!” She felt her body flush, and her insides start to quiver and then she let go, feeling the wave of orgasm hit her. Lights flashed behind her eyes and she thought she might have screamed. She bucked against him as she came, her pussy clamping down on his huge prick and juices flowing around it.

He felt her buck, then felt her channel contract. Her scream was piercing and he was briefly thankful for soundproof offices. He tried to keep fucking, but his thrusts were becoming more erratic as he came closer to cumming. He groaned deeply, growling, “I’m cumming.”

“On me,” was all she whimpered. “On me.”

He managed to pull his cock from her just as he started shooting his jizz everywhere. The first huge glob touched down wetly along the crack of her ass as he pulled it out, aiming for her back. The second shot landed in a rope down her back, hitting the nape of her neck. He kept cumming hard. Ropes draped down her back in a Rohrshact design. When his orgasm subsided and her second that was triggered by the hot cum splashing against her back finished, she slumped on the desk and he leaned back against the wall, both catching their breath. A last drop of cum hit the carpet behind his desk. Meghan reached back and scooped up some of the cum with her finger, and sucking the finger into her hot mouth, savoring the texture.

“Wow,” Brad groaned. “That was the hardest I’ve cum in a long time. My wife doesn’t even get me to cum like that lately….”

TO BE CONTINUED (or will it? Vote please!)

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It’s all the Ex’s fault

It was intentionally written without names…

LEGALESE: Don’t read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 years of age or older.

Copyright (c) 2013 by Acup

…I was in heaven. Waking up to my beautiful redhead in the morning sun… I couldn’t help myself, I had to run my fingers through her curls.

She opened her eyes smiling at me, “…yes it’s still red…”

“It sure is..” I heard from behind me. I rolled on my back, putting an arm around the blond. “And as much as I’d like to stay in bed, we have an early start. Or more to the point, you do.” She reached over me to give my girl a little poke on her nipple. “So get your ass up.”

Then she rolled out of bed…dragging all the covers with her and giggling back at us still curled up! She scampered off to the bathroom leaving us naked and NO covers, the blond not far behind her.

All I could do was chuckle and grab my shorts. They came out bumping into each other and giggling as I was going in. I came out to more giggling and them glancing over at me and whispering to each other.

“What?” I asked.

They looked at each other, “NOTHING…” They giggled again, I just shook my head and called down to room service to get a large fruit bowl for them and a biscuits and gravy breakfast for me to go. The blond was going to stay behind a bit and take our stuff down to the van so we could get on the road when the competition was over.

She headed for the convention center while I picked up our breakfast, and even managed to snag some string along the way. Going behind the stage was a bit of a shock, more than two thirds of the booths were gone. I mean it shouldn’t have surprised me if I had thought about it. With all the eliminations the crews were just getting a head start on the tear down, but it made me realize how many girls went home with nothing to show for it but some pictures.

I came around the corner to see my girl, topless, and one of the event staff facing off, and passed the same staff member fast walking in a huff back up front while my girl was grinning. I looked back over my shoulder quick and then back to her. “What was that all about?”

My girl kicked her head back laughing, “She didn’t like my red hair…”

“Huh?”

“Yea, she assumed I would keep the brunette, and didn’t like being reminded she only told me to pick a color, and in front of eight witnesses.” I started setting out her fruit plate and smiling at that. “OH YUMMY…” She grabbed a few pieces and began munching down.

“She looked awful upset for just not liking your hair color.”

“No she was pretty smug and said, ‘what are you a lawyer or something?’ she got a bit flabbergasted when I told her almost.” She popped a few more pieces of fruit in her mouth, grinning and chewing. “When I told her I graduate in a few weeks, and that being fifth in my class I should have no problem passing the bar exam.” Now it was my turn to about choke on my drink…FIFTH in her class…

“And if I didn’t manage to find a firm right away, I could always fill my time looking into the competition to make sure they were following all their bylaws regarding proper record keeping of judges’ comments and voting like they are supposed to.”

I just looked at her. I knew she was smart, but fifth in her class and a knockout to boot…”Remind me never to cross you woman.” I took her hand as she began to reach for another piece of fruit and kissed it, getting some ‘ooohhhs’ from the booth next door.

Our blond showed up a few minutes later with the cooler in tow, plopped down and finished MY breakfast off. “What? I’m done with the competition…” Well since she was in tank top and shorts instead of a bikini I should have thought of that.

The bell sounded and everyone started oiling up. The blond and I took our time, making sure she was all ready, but I stopped her before she put her top on, and held up the string. “For luck again?”

“Hell yes!” and put her hands behind her head and thrust her tits out to me. I cut the thread into two short pieces and tied nice little bows on each nipple, then gave each one a quick kiss before she pulled her top up. I grabbed both cameras and we walked toward the stage, and just because the staff member that gave my girl a bad time was standing there, I waited until we got close to give her a quick kiss. “I’ll be out front with the video camera babe, wouldn’t want to miss any of this to show back home.” The staff member looked like her eyes were going to come out of their sockets.

I got out front about the time the first of her group were coming across the stage. This time they were spending a bit more time on stage, almost twice as many poses and holding each of them longer. I was snapping pictures of her while the video camera recorded everything. But unlike the previous time yesterday morning I left the camera running to capture her whole group, just in case they tried something. One of the judges even glared at me ankara escort when I turned to get pictures of all of them sitting at their table, and made sure I zoomed in for a nice face shot of all five women.

Only once the entire group, and probably a few of the next, came across did I shut the video camera down. I came back to a nervous gaggle of women. Some pacing like they weren’t sure how they did, others all pompous like they had it in the bag, a few were just face down in their arms waiting.

That’s how I found my girl. “Hey babe,” Her head came up to smile at me. “Since we’re down to the end, how about we go over to the practice stage and let me get some nice close ups while you still have your bikini on?”

Now she was grinning ear to ear, “You just want to get some pictures with my red hair.”

I had to smile back. “Of course, need some to go with all the ones I shot last night in your dress.”

She just shook her head at me and took my hand. We got over to the practice area, and I had to get in close and shoot up to not catch myself in the mirrors. It was nice to look up at her instead of across the stage through the zoom. Getting nice profiles of her tits and nipples, a flash of light between her thighs highlighting her camel toe, and the bright lights highlighting her red hair was perfect!

She had run through her quick routine, and was about to step down. “Hey babe?”

“Yea?”

“I’d really like a set without the bikini…”

She just laughed, “Typical guy wanting to get a girl naked…” just to be ornery she tossed her top at me when she took it off. Since I was shooting her taking it off it hung on the lens, so I just kept shooting as she stripped, then did a few poses. Red hair, red landing strip, white bows on her nipples…and her pussy lips glistening in the light. I finished and lowered the camera, she looked at me as I made like I was going to lick her pussy.

I tossed her the bottoms, “I’m going to hold you to that mister.” As she slid them up and got them nice and snug against her pussy. She stepped down to me with an exaggerated hip swing, took her top from around the camera lens, and whispered to me, “The only thing missing is my plug..”

I turned to see one of the girlfriends herd standing there rubbing her hands together. She looked back and forth between us, finally settling on me. “Would you take a few of me?”

I looked over to my girl, who shrugged her shoulders. “Go ahead…”

“Thanks,” she told my girl. She took a few steps up to the platform, then stopped and turned to my girl. “You looked absolutely stunning last night…” then she took her last steps up to the platform and struck a pose.

My girl turned to me, gave me a quick peck and nodded to the woman up on the platform, then turned and headed back to our booth.

I kneeled down and began snapping pictures, while she went through her poses, when she finished with her routine, she stopped and reached behind her neck to her bikini top tie. She undid it and began to pull it forward. “You mind?” as she lowered the top and flexed her chest making her tits jump a bit.

I smiled and just kept taking pictures. She wasn’t quite as muscle bound as the girlfriend was. More than I liked, but still not too bad. Hell, her clit even managed to stay in her pussy! She was enjoying the experience when one of the staff made the rounds and tossed the girl on the platform a blue chip. The girl caught it and collapsed onto her knees holding the chip, then grabbed her bikini and scurried off down the isle.

I wandered back to our booth, to find my girl also holding one of the chips, sitting in the chair staring at it. “OK, fess up. What’s with the blue chip?”

She looked up at me, “Huh?… Oh yea. …top ten.”

I sat the camera down, and said over my shoulder. “Well that’s good, so what’s next?”

“I’m…not sure.”

I turned to look at her, leaning against the table, “…not sure?…”

She looked up at me, and began grinning as she said it. “I…I haven’t gotten this far before.”

I walked to her and took her hands, “Well then we better do this up right then.” The blond stood her up, the two of them smiling and giggling at each other, while she stripped her black bikini off. I grabbed her green bikini that highlighted her red hair. When I turned around I had to stop and stare. There was my girl being oiled down by the blond, lightly tanned hands going up and down and around my girls slightly darker body. Every inch of her glistening in the light…

She was watching me watching her being oiled by the blond. When she was about finished I stepped to her, holding her bikini open for her to step into. Sliding it up her legs on my thumbs while caressing her thighs with my hands, stopping just short of her landing strip. I kissed her mound on either side of it, then dipping my tongue between her lips making her gasp as I pulled the bottoms up snug on her lips.

She was looking down at me smiling when I looked up to her. I stood up and slid the neck strap over her head giving her a quick peck, and then each nipple as I brought her top down escort ankara before handing the bottom straps back to the blond to tie in place. Dropping my hands to her hips to pull her closer for a soft kiss, “No matter what, you’re number one in my book…”

I grabbed the cameras, and we headed for the stage. I gave her one last quick peck and went out front. The blond was standing there waiting on me. We were set up quickly, and the contestants began making their way across.

The first group, looking like some of the beginners, lined up. They started announcing the winners of that group, starting with number ten and working their way up to number one, the top three getting small trophies and crowns amid all the jumping and screaming. They walked off, and the next group came up to do the same, my girl standing proud in the middle of the group.

I think I was more nervous than my girl as they started naming off the girls, but she almost came unglued when they named off number four and she was still up there. But when they called out number three and it wasn’t her she and the other girl looked like they were going to strangle each other.

My girl took number two, getting her crown and trophy. I was about to pick things up, when the blond told me to stay put, it wasn’t over. The next group was some pretty muscled women, and then the hulk group, as I called them. The girlfriend came in ninth, and the one I took pictures of came in sixth ahead of her gang leader. That was just karma…

I started to pack up again, but was stopped by the blond, and I discovered what she was making me wait for. The top three of each group were back for the overall standings. The winners of the first and last groups, those getting started and the piles of muscle took the six through twelfth positions mixed. The two middle groups that looked more like women the top six, my girl taking fourth, and the winner of her group taking the overall winner spot.

After the requisite hugging and crying amongst the girls I packed the cameras back to our booth, where we did our own hugging. “Can you believe I got second place, and fourth overall?” she managed to say as she was strangling me…

I hugged her as best I could, and when she released me to go for our blond I could finally reply. “I think you should have gotten first all around, but hey…”

She turned back to me all giddy and giggling, I was strangled and lifted off my feet while she tried to suck the life out of me.

“Hey you two, we don’t have a room to go back to, so settle down…”

My girl turned and gave her a raspberry, before giving me another quick kiss, then stepped back and stripped off her bikini. The blond began helping her wipe down a bit before she headed off to the showers. Since we were up front, I wasn’t going to be able to do her back, but the blond stripped down and threw her top and skirt at me before running after my girl.

I watched several women headed to the showers, but since it was mainly the last winners and a few extras it was a small parade. I had to smile at the diversity of women in the final group. Not only the just getting started to the muscle bags, but early twenties to mid-forties, AAA to DD. The funny part was most of them had trained their nipples into hiding.

Now ladies, face it, with all the padding you wear now days your nipples have turned into freckles for the most part. In your grandmothers era with bullet bras and such they stood out nice and proud. But in today’s world, only the women that don’t really need a bra or those that aren’t ashamed to be a woman with nipples even have them. Everything else has been trained out of your DNA with padded and formed bras.

Society and the politically correct have managed to convince too many women that it is a bad thing to have someone admire your figure. That letting some leg or cleavage show or a nipple stand out makes you a slut instead of the gorgeous vision you are. Ever notice it’s the people you wouldn’t look twice at are the ones doing this protesting…

The vision of my girl and the blond walking back, tits…AND FIRM PROUD NIPPLES… bouncing their way back to me brought me out of my mental rant. They saw me watching them, and my girl shook her shoulders and tits at me, followed by the blond. I kicked back in my chair and cupped my crotch like I couldn’t hold it and groaned making them both laugh.

I finished packing the cameras back in the case and generally picked up while they were drying off chatting to each other. When I turned around I about fell on the floor, and had to fall into the chair, much to their amusement.

Two naked women…painting…their bikini tops on! My girl a bright green and the blond an equally bright red. They were painting narrow tops, from just above their tits to most of the way under that were barely wide enough to cover their nipples. From the looks of things they were putting the second coat on.

“You know I think he likes them…”

“How can you tell?”

“The hard cock in his shorts and the same look when he sees the plug in my ass…”

“Oh, I thought that was the look he ankara escort bayan gave when I was working him up through my cervix…”

“You know you might be right, we’ll have to test it later…” All I could do was shake my head and groan while they giggled. They slipped into their shoes and pulled skirts up, taking long enough for it to dry, then slipped very light white mesh tops on, almost making the painted on bikini top stand out even more. Giving me a shoulder shake, and making their nipples catch and come through the mesh, they each grabbed their little bags, leaving me with the camera bag and the cooler. Good thing it was on rollers!

While we got on the road pretty quickly, it didn’t last long with my girl only having had some fruit for breakfast. A quick stop at a drive through for two burgers, a super-size fry, and a super-size chocolate shake to top it off and we were back on the road. The blond and I got a super-size fry to split…

I was having a hard time concentrating on the road with the girls in their mesh tops knowing the bikinis were painted on. They caught me looking several times when my girl pealed her mesh top off and threw it at me. I ducked and it landed on the dash, the blond followed suit and now they were just in their skirts and shoes, nipples standing up high and proud in the paint.

Once she finished her feast she threw a pillow against the console and laid back on it and the cooler, those covered tits in just the right spot to put a hand on, which both the blond and I did!

I was running my hand around and over her nipple feeling my fingers catch a bit, “That’s a different kind of paint…”

She giggled, “Not paint…liquid latex.” I was trying to look at her chest and drive at the same time. “It’s called bikini in a bottle. Won’t wash off, but just peals loose if you grab an edge.” She rolled the tip on her chest and pulled the point down a bit, making it look like she had left her top untied.

“Now that could be a LOT of fun…” I stroked the top where she had just pulled it down, then let my fingers drag back down to her nipple and play a bit.

It wasn’t too much longer and she was asleep on the console. Between the food, movement on the road, and the adrenaline wearing off she was sound asleep. We let her lay there a bit while we fondled her and chatted.

The sun was setting, the orange glow across her cheeks, I brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face and tucked them behind her ear. I cupped her chin and she snuggled against it in her sleep.

“So where do you two go from here…”

“Hmmmmm…”

“The two of you, she graduates in a few weeks…”

“Yea?”

“So what’s next?”

“In a perfect world?”

“Im Hmmm..”

“Kidnap her and haul her off to our own private island and ravage her for the next hundred years…” that made her laugh, “In the real world, just like I told her girlfriend. I’ll do my best to keep her with me, but I won’t force her to do anything…”

“Even if you loose her?”

“If she doesn’t want to stay she was never mine in the first place…”

“But?”

“But… I really hope it does…it’s like there is a hole in my life when she’s not around. “Does that make sense?”

“Yea…” she said softly.

We drove on for a bit in silence, both of us touching my girl on the console. We were coming up on a truck stop. “Time to start getting back on my routine…I need to grab a bite and hit the sack.” She said pointing to the billboard for the truck stop.

“Go in or drive through?”

“Drive through is fine. You’ll probably want to get gas while we’re here. It gets a bit sparse for the next few hours.”

We hit the drive through, getting a dirty look from the lady in the window when she saw my girl still laid back with her nipples in the air…LOL I pulled to the pumps, grabbed my sweats since it was getting a bit cool. My girl woke up when the cold blast opening my door hit. They were chatting a bit and kept glancing my way while I was filling up.

The sun was down and it was almost dark when I pulled away from the pumps. “Pull off to the side for a minute.” The blond asked as I approached the edge of the lot. Once I stopped she turned sideways in the seat, then pulled her skirt up and over her head, leaving her legs spread a bit. Then watching me she began to peal her top down. Getting the top point loose wiggling her tits a bit as she did, then slowly pulling it down in one piece. She handed me the one she took off, holding it flat on her palm, the perfect outline of her nipple standing up in the latex.

I could only stare as she did the other, then took the first from me and laid them on the edge of the dash, the nipples standing up in perfect profile. While I was staring at her latex nipples on the dash I heard a sloshing sound. I turned to see her sliding her two middle fingers in and out of her pussy, one foot on the edge of my seat, the other pulled up to spread herself wide. After sliding them in and out several times she kneeled on the passenger seat to bring them to my mouth, giving me plenty of time to lick them clean. Then reached down and got a good grip on my achingly hard cock while she gave me a long deep kiss. She pulled back and looked me in the eye, gave me another quick peck, then crawled in the back over my girl and pulled the covers over her head.

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Some of you may have read the first part of this story before. If you had, start reading at the double row of asterisks near the bottom of page 2.

Tony’s Version

It was a Saturday night. We had been to a show, got home about 11 PM, and were channel surfing, looking for another hour’s entertainment before going to bed.

“I hadn’t seen that,” Josie – she’d rather be called that than Josephine — said as we through the list of offerings. Zebra Lounge was just starting.

“Neither have I.” I clicked on the remote’s Info button, and learned the movie was about a suburban couple who took a walk on the wild side.

“Maybe not that movie,” my wife said. “I don’t like that theme.”

“It’s the only thing that looks interesting,” I reminded her. “Let’s watch for a little while.”

The movie started slowly with the couple confessing to each other about how each had an almost transgression, then deciding their sex life needed improvement. It moved on to them thinking about swinging. They placed an ad in a swinger’s magazine, went through the replies, and then finally met an experienced couple.

The first swinging/seduction scene stirred a huge response in me. The other guy – being acted by one of the Baldwin brothers — began seducing the wife and it was the sexiest thing I had seen in years.

My own wife was looking more at me than the TV. “You like that?”

I told her I did, and saw she wasn’t happy. “I’m going to bed,” she said. I watched until the end of the scene and went to bed too, hard and horny.

Josie wasn’t responsive at all. “I hated that movie,” she told me, “it completely turned me off.”

“Why? I thought it was really sexy.”

“I saw the way you were looking at that seduction, Tony. The thought of you enjoying that, seeing a guy having sex like that with a woman who was not his wife drives me crazy, it makes me feel insecure, it makes me feel bad, and inadequate, all kinds of negative things. It makes me think maybe you need more than I can give you. I saw you looking at what was going on, and I could imagine you were thinking what it would be like if you were that guy about to have sex with the other man’s wife. Maybe it’s a man thing, but if ever you did that I don’t know what I would do. I couldn’t take it.” I heard a sob.

“Honey, you can’t be more wrong,” I told her.

“Wrong? It’s dead wrong, there’s no question about it. I saw how intensely you were watching,” she said, “we’ve been married long enough for me to know you pretty well, you were really turned on. You came to bed wanting to have sex. It’s obvious, you were projecting yourself into that scene, having sex with another woman and that’s what you’d be thinking about when you were fucking me.” I thought she was going to cry!

“You’re right and you’re wrong,” I said.

She made a “huh?” sound in the middle of a sniffle.

“I did come to bed wanting sex, but you’re wrong about the reason.”

Enough light was spilling into the bedroom from the night light in the hall so I could see her sit up to look at me. “What other reason could there be?”

“Josie, honey, when I was watching that seduction scene, I wasn’t thinking about me being the guy. What really turned me on was thinking about you being the woman. I didn’t think about me being the guy doing the seduction, I thought about how it would be if you were in that scene, if you were willingly seduced while I was watching. That’s the idea that really got to me. And what I would be thinking about, if we had sex, was how it would feel to be a man making love to you for the first time, and how you would feel, feeling a different man in you like that.”

The room went silent for a few breaths. “The thought of you having sex with another woman really upsets me,” Josie finally said, “and you’re telling me the idea of me having intercourse with another man excites you?”

“I thought of how sexy you can be, and when I was watching the movie I was seeing you being seduced and it really touched something in me.”

“Oh.” She settled back onto the bed. “I’m not sure that’s any better than you having another woman,” she said. “I need to think about that.” In a little while her breathing went smooth, she was asleep.

I was horny and erect but after a while I went to sleep too.

We woke up together the next morning. Sunday mornings for us often started with sex: I wondered if last night’s discussion would stop that tradition. Josie rolled toward me, her leg moved over mine. Well, that was promising, that’s the way she often started foreplay. I held her close, and she put her hand on my chest. Oh yes, this was going to happen. I stayed still, concentrating on every sensation and was pretty sure there was more than the usual warmth where her groin was pressing against my hip.

Then her hand migrated lowed, onto my belly.

“YES!” I thought, all had to have been forgiven about last night. Her fingers moved under my pajamas, and then — she does this so well, she has a magic touch — they caressed my erection. “You feel good,” she said as ankara escort she stoked me.

“And that feels good, too,” I told her as her fingers moved along my very erect penis.

Her touching me led to me undressing her, kissing her. I was fondling her breasts, teasing her very willing vagina.

She stopped me for a moment. “Tony, I want to congratulate you on thinking fast last night. I don’t believe your story for a minute, but I admire your fast thinking.”

“You’re wrong if you’re thinking I was lying,” I told her, “but we can talk about that later. For now, though. . .”

It was great sex! I may be forty five (she’s forty three), we may have been married for nine years, but sex was always fresh and new with her.

So she didn’t believe me when I told her it was her being seduced that excited me? I thought about how to bring that topic up again. I thought about it when we had sex the next Tuesday night and when we had sex on Thursday. I didn’t talk about it, but thought about it, thought about what another man would be thinking and experiencing if it was his penis in her, if he was looking down at her slender and fit body, and at that face, those lips, and what he’d feel if he looked down between the two of them and saw his cock moving in her. And I thought about how I might feel if I knew that was happening, or watching that happen.

I recognized it was an experience I wanted to have.

Sunday morning came — today, I decided, was the day I was going to tell her. I took the sexual initiative that morning. When we were both awake I rolled toward her, kissed her. She kissed back with a comfortable pre-sex kiss, fully expecting the transition to foreplay.

It would be a different kind of foreplay today.

“I want to take you on a sexual trip this morning. I want to work on your mind and your body.” I told her. “Ready to take off?”

“Sounds like fun,” she said. “You’re the pilot: fly me.”

A kiss or two later I mentally crossed my fingers, swallowed hard — not that she knew that, of course — and whispered “Do you remember last weekend, when I told you what excited me was the thought of you being seduced?”

She stiffened a bit: “It was a clever lie. It really wasn’t all that original, but it was clever, and you’re forgiven. Now do what you said, fly me.”

I kissed her and reached under the sheets, pushing at her pajamas bottoms — she helped and kicked them off — then unbuttoned her top until she could pull it over her head.

I pulled the sheet back over her.

“I’m naked under this sheet, and you’re not,” she said when her hand drifted down until it found my erection. “Mmm, judging from that thing, it won’t be for long, will it? Was that Freudian, saying it won’t be long? It feels long enough.”

I was caressing her arm and shoulder. A second later she said “I’m ready for you to take advantage of me,” while she fondled that part of me that would do the taking.

She was on her back, mostly covered with the sheet, her legs were slightly opened, eyes closed. I had a turned on wife.

“Honey?” I said it softer than a whisper.

“Mmm?” She made a noise in reply.

“You don’t have to touch me now,” I told her. “But I like too,” she objected. “I like it too, but right now I want to give you pleasure, this is going to be all about you.” I took a deep breath, then whispered into her ear “Put your arms over your head, stretch out really tall. It’s the start of the trip I promised. Ready to go?”

“You don’t have to do anything special, but you make it sound nice,” she said. She moved around a little, got comfortable, then extended her arms and asked “like this?”

I didn’t answer in words but spent a moment or two caressing her, feeling her respond.

“Keep your eyes closed, OK? Remember that guided imagery relaxation course we took? Do that. Empty your mind, just concentrate on what my fingers feel like when they touch you. Then I want to talk about something while I touch you, I want to guide you to some sexy images. You have no idea how excited I’d be if you let me do that,” I whispered. “Would that be OK?”

She nodded her head.

I know my wife pretty well, and thought, or hoped, that she’d be receptive to what I wanted to do. It was time to find out.

“Remember that I told you thinking about you being seduced excited me? Let’s imagine together that you were being seduced right now. I’ll do the seducing. Would you mind?”

There was a pause: did I go too far? She moistened her lips again, and then said “No, if it pleases you you can imagine that.”

I spent the next moment or two just stroking her body, near her breasts, on her belly, but teasing, just brushing pubic hair, making glancing contacts to those places that I knew excited her: her ears, her neck, the side of her knee.

I had to ask: “Will you imagine it too?”

“You’re a tease,” she whispered, moving a little as my fingers did their work, not answering my question..

I waited another minute, then made my next request: “I need you to help.”

“Help escort ankara how? What do you want me to do?”

“Will you imagine you are being seduced by someone else, that it’s not me next to you, but someone else?”

She was silent.

I added “that would really turn me on.”

There was what seemed to me an uncomfortable pause, but it had to be only a second or two long, and she, eyes closed, nodded her agreement.

“And imagine I know what you’re being seduced, OK?”

Another pause, then another nod.

“Would you mind if I imagined myself watching?”

She licked her lips.

I teased her a little more, watching my wife respond, stretched out tall on the bed, as turned on as I had seen her in a long time.

“Would you mind?”

Her face was a little red, but she shook her head no and whispered “If that’s what you want to do, I wouldn’t mind.”

I played with her body a little more, then said “If I was watching, I’d want to see something.”

She didn’t respond but I could see her entire body was tense – almost rigid: it was like she was afraid of something.

That didn’t stop me, I was too much into it now. “I would want you to show the man next to you that you wanted him. He’d want that too.”

She was still very tense.

“It wouldn’t be hard to do.”

Her whisper was a little raspy. “What do you want me to do?”

“You’re all covered by the sheet. He’d know there’s a beautiful and sexy body next to him, and I’d know it too. But he doesn’t want to force you to do anything, and I wouldn’t allow him to force you, either.”

There was another pause, then she asked again: “What do you want me to do?”

“Show him you’re willing. He’d want to see your entire body naked on the bed next to him, wanting him. Think about that. Then, when you’re ready, when you have that in your mind, when it’s real enough, do what he wants, and what I want. Take the sheet off so he can see you and touch you.”

Could she? Would she? It was so different from anything we had ever done before. “I’d want you to be exposed, ready to be touched, ready to be loved, ready to be fucked.”

I could see her face flush a little more.

“So, when you’re ready, would you take the sheet off for us?”

Seconds went by. Her eyes were still closed. I could see her biting her lip, but she moved and brought a hand down from over her head and pushed the sheet down a little, almost exposing her breasts.

She wet her lips again, and whispered “If you want him to see the rest of me, you do it. You take it the rest of the way off.”

Oh my God!

I had a hard time recovering my own voice. “Is that what you want me to do?”

Would she agree? An eternity went by, then she nodded, whispered a quiet “yes,” and stretched under the sheet, nude under the sheet, spread out, available.

I, deep in the fantasy, drew the sheet across her belly, her groin, then over her legs and off, imagining I was a different man, seeing this woman, this offering, beside me. I couldn’t help myself. I made a sound that was part groan, part sigh “aaahhhhh. . .”

“Is this what you wanted, am I doing what you want, is my body what you want him to see?” she whispered.

I couldn’t resist. I sat up, pulled at one leg, pushed at the other, opening her wide, then leaned down over her groin. I put my arms around her legs, reached up between them, spread her center wide, smelled the heat, felt the warmth, let my tongue just barely touch her clit.

It was like she exploded: she rolled her hips up, thrust them against my face, and my tongue went deep into her.

I felt her hands on my head, pushing me into her.

“No, no — keep your hands over your head!” I told her, speaking into her vagina but loud enough so she could hear me.

She stretched out again, legs and arms, her hips were moving under my lips. I couldn’t have been more erect, more excited.

For the first time in years I was able to take my wife to an orally induced orgasm!

It didn’t take me long to kick off my pajamas, or long to fill her vagina with my penis. And for the first time in years, I lost control early. It didn’t matter, so did she. Orgasms, two to one. Not that I cared.

It might have been morning, but we fell asleep again in each other’s arms.

“Lover,” she said when we awoke again, “lover, you’re a naughty man. That was quite a trip you flew me on. Any chance for an encore?”

“Now, or later?” I asked.

“Tonight?” she replied. We shook hands on that deal, and started the rest of our day.

We don’t often have double headers, but somehow by mutual consent we somehow agreed to go to bed early.

“Take off those pajamas, but stay under the sheet,” I commanded.

“Sounds interesting,” she said. “Same trip, Mr. Tour guide?”

“Not quite, I don’t want to be boring — at least in the figurative sense,” I told her.

She struggled with her clothing, then was still, and quiet, arms at her sides, covered by the sheets. She was already excited; her nipples were poking ankara escort bayan at the sheet. Well, I wasn’t going to be that easy on her.

“Ready?”

“Ready,” she agreed.

“Are you going to help?”

“Sure, just like this morning,” she said.

“Not quite. Close your eyes and take a couple of deep breaths,” I said.

She did.

“You know I got turned on by thinking of you being seduced?”

She nodded.

“Do you believe me now? That it wasn’t just something I said to make you feel better?”

She didn’t do anything for a moment and then said “I guess so.”

“Want me to try to prove it again?” I asked.

“You did a pretty good job at that this morning,” she said, with her eyes still closed.

“That’s not an answer.”

“OK, try to prove it again,” she said. “Want me to stretch out again? I liked that.”

“Not yet.” I was going to take a big chance here. Long ago we promised each other that asking what either of us might have done before we became lovers was out of bounds. We could tell the other one something if we wanted to, but asking was over the line.

That was a line I was going to cross. “OK. I’m going to start. You have to trust me on this, OK?”

She nodded.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

“OK.”

“Now, I want you to let your mind go to when you were feeling really sexy.”

“That’s easy, that was only few hours ago.”

“No, honey, not then. I want you to think about a time before you met me, sometime after your divorce when you were feeling really sexy.”

“I don’t like to do that.”

“Please? Do it for me,” I almost pleaded.

She hesitated.

“I want you to think about a real flesh and blood man, a man you, you know, ah, went to bed with, had sex with. It’s important to me. Will you do that?”

She took a few seconds and then nodded yes.

I wanted a few breaths’ worth of time, then asked “Do you have that time and place and person in mind now?”

She nodded.

“Good. It’s turning me on more than watching that movie, knowing you’re thinking of a real time in your life when you were feeling sexy. I like that you’re thinking of another man when I’m right here. I want you to think about the man you were with who helped make you feel so sexy. Think about him for a little while, how hot you were, and how much he wanted you and how much you wanted him. Just nod your head when you’ve done that.”

A moment or two later she nodded.

“OK, now pull off the sheet, show me what he saw.”

It took a moment or two. I noticed her body was making little movements. Then she did it — she pulled the sheet off her body –her slightly flushed body.

“Beautiful,” I said. “He must have thought you were beautiful, too.”

Her body was almost quivering.

“Did he look good to you? Think about that, did he look good, did he look excited? Was he hard?”

Did I go too far? Was she upset?

Then she said “He did look good, and he said I looked good enough to eat. And. . . . . . and yes, he had a hard on, an erection.”

“Do you remember what it was like touching him? Touching it?”

She nodded her head — she was into it!

“I’ll bet he went down on you.” She nodded just a little bit. “I’ll go down on you too. I know you don’t like to talk about those times, and that’s OK, you don’t have to tell me about it.”

Then I did what I said, I went down on her, just like I did in the morning.

I was enjoying exciting her, enjoying tasting her. I lifted up just a little bit, and said “You don’t have to tell me what you did, but you could show me,” then I went down on her again.

She moved. I was beside her and she rolled toward me, she held my cock.

I heard her say “I did this,” and my penis was captured in her mouth, she was stoking me, one hand reached around me, down the crack between my buttocks, caressing my anus, the other was pumping me, I could feel her mouth, then her tongue, moving down my shaft, touching my scrotum, teasing me.

I ejaculated only a few hours ago, but I was ready to again, all too soon. I pulled away, turned, moved between her legs, entered her.

“He was a lucky man,” I said, now a little more in control, moving in that warm space in my wife, enjoying every stroke.

Josie was quiet, so I went to the next level. “Think about what it was like when he was fucking you, and I’ll think about that too.”

She was moving so nicely, nodding yes, and I said “Call me his name, tell him you want him!”

She was holding my hips, biting at her lips, then she whispered something she never ever said to me: “Come in me, Frank, give me everything you have. Come in me now!”

And she orgasmed.

I didn’t, not yet.

When she came down from her high, sighing as she sank into the bed, she felt me still moving in her.

“Are you OK? Did I leave you behind?”

“I’m fine,” I told her. “I loved watching you then, when you were saying what you were saying, and doing what you were doing. It was beautiful.”

“But you’re still hard.”

I was feeling less inhibited than I ever had with her. “Honey, sometimes I masturbate thinking about you.”

“That’s OK. Maybe even, that’s good. It makes me feel good, knowing you think about me when you masturbate.

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After many months of hot steamy cyber sex Jo and Jim were finally going to meet!!

As I reached up to he doorbell I could see my arm was shaking, I was going to meet the man I had been having cyber sex with for months, for the first time and I was scared to say the least!

A tall man opened the door and I recognised Jim straight away from his photo, not that I was expecting anyone else as he lived alone. “Hi Jo, come in” he said in a deep sexy voice… I followed him into the kitchen where he poured me a glass of wine, and began to chat about my journey and his day…after 3 more glasses of wine he stepped forward, wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me passionately, our tongues wrestling fiercely with each other, while he gently caressed my bum with both hands.

I could already feel his swollen manhood pressing against me and I knew that it was time for us to make our way up stairs…pulling me by the hand he took me upstairs and into his bedroom where we again began kissing each other with a sense of urgency.

Although I could feel that the wine had gone to my head I was not going to let that spoil my plans, I pushed him into a chair and reached into my nag for the pair of shiny pendik escort handcuffs that I had placed in there that morning. I handcuffed each of his arms in turn to the arms of the chair and slowly began to unbutton my blouse, revealing a black lacy bra, covering two large well rounded breasts, I could already see by the somewhat large bulge in his trousers that this was exciting him, but my plan had only just began.

Next I removed a blind fold from my bag and placed it over his eyes, fastening it tightly to make sure that he could not see what was going on…I then began unbuttoning his shirt running my finger from the top of his chest to the top of his trousers which made his breathing become more rapid and he let put the occasional moan. I again reached into my bag, this time pulling out a can of cream, which I immediately began to spray all over his chest. As I began to lick the cream he started to shudder with the feeling of my tongue on his soft skin, while still licking the cream I allowed my hands to slip down and undo his jeans, pulling them to the floor as I did so.

This left his manhood poking out of his boxers, almost begging me to pay it some attention (as if I could refuse). I took his escort pendik manhood with both hands and placing my soft lips around the head a began to gently suck the tip and tickle it with the tip of my tongue, gradually allowing more to enter my mouth, as it did so I began to suck harder and harder getting into a rhythm as though we were making love, and he began to thrust into my mouth as much as he could through his restraints…sensing that he was really enjoying this I began massaging his balls which only served to make him more impatient to break free, when I felt that he was ready to sum, I stopped and stood up…impatiently he cried “what’s going on? Why did you stop?” Of course I ignored this as I began to remove the last of my clothes and pull his boxers to the floor. He was not the only one who was aroused, I was soaking wet and couldn’t wait to climb on top of him, yet my game wasn’t over yet. I straddled him and began to kiss him firmly on the lips and neck, I pressed my breasts against him has his hands struggled to get free…

I could take it no longer, I removed his blindfold and mounted him, as his manhood entered me I took a sharp breath as a tingling sensation shot down my spine, his hard, pendik escort bayan hot manhood was probing deep inside me and I could feel every inch of it, I began to rise and fall on his cock while still kissing him, I wanted to feel his touch and so I un handcuffed him, in an instant his hands reached for my breasts caressing each one lovingly while he began to thrust into me with his hips, he took each breast in turn and began licking around my nipples, taking them into his mouth and gently nibbling on each until they became hard pink gems, which he sucked lovingly, while his hands explored my body, sending shivers of excitement through me, he began to thrust into me harder and harder and faster and faster, which was a relief as I could feel the most earth shattering orgasm rising inside of me, my body began to quiver and tremble as my muscles gradually began to tighten around his hard cock which was still pounding in and out at a very fast pace, as the muscles tightened still further she could no longer hold it, she let out a scream as she reached her peak and the feeling of his hot load shooting inside her only served to make her more excited…as she gradually began to come down from her peak she kissed him lovingly and he remained inside her until he involuntarily slipped out, exhausted they collapsed onto the bed in each others arms hugging and kissing until they both fell into a deep sleep, dreaming about their future together.

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The first thing that struck me was fear. A chill went through my spine as the frozen girl was rolled into the dining room on a wheel furnished table with a white linen tablecloth that reached almost to the floor. The procedure was slow; two waitresses pushed the table until it fitted right in front of me, sitting on a chair, napkin in knee. I felt like witnessing a bizarre funeral with everyone but me dressed in white; I had followed my self-imposed dress code and wore an anthracite pin-striped suit.

But she breathed. Her bare chest rose at every breath. The corner of her closed eyes twitched each time someone accidentally bumped into the table; the muscles of her stomach contracted occasionally as if they performed a dance to evade the feathery touch of the waitresses’ hands as they made final adjustments to the final positions of the objects that was artfully distributed on the girl’s naked body.

“Before I die, I’d like to enjoy Sushi from the naked body of a beautiful woman.”

After more than a couple of beers, the idea had seemed pretty innocent; a joke from one man to another inspired by the swirls of scantily clad dancing women at a night club, down town Tokyo. Definitely not a request. What could I do but smile to myself at the unexpected fortune given to me by this collision of cultures? That of all possible drinking buddies, I had brought this bouncy whim to the attention of someone actually capable of arranging it. The initial cold feeling had quickly enough melted and been replaced by excited anticipation.

The setup was a sight for the gods, indeed. A woman laid before me, dressed in nothing but her delicate, ivory skin and long black hair that was neatly arranged like a folding fan under her back. The oriental features of her face were enhanced by gold dust that faintly reflected the lights from three candles that were evenly placed along her body on the opposite side of me.

Twelve little pieces of sushi and sashimi formed a star; it looked almost like a crucifix; on her frail torso, centered by a rose made of gari, ginger, above her navel.

First piece; salmon sashimi; under her chin, placed in the shallow where her neck met her chest.

Pieces two and three; chutoro, belly of tuna and ama ebi, fresh water shrimp; marking the upper slope of her breasts. I mused at the nuances of colors; comparing that of her nipples and areolas with the different dishes and realized that her pointy breasts actually shivered ever so slightly in contrast to her otherwise apparently immobile body. I couldn’t help myself from thinking that maybe, only maybe, was she as excited by the situation as I was.

Four and five; tubiko and oni, different kinds of roe; directly under her breasts, a bit to the side.

Six and seven; tamago and namako, sweet egg omelet and sea cucumber; either side of the belly button; the pieces seemingly glued to the tuzla escort skin as the slope of the stomach suggested that the pieces should glide off.

Eight and nine; I felt pearls of sweat appearing on my forehead; hokkigai and tako, clam and octopus; marking the edge of her hip bones.

Ten and eleven; mouth waters; hamo, eel and ankimo, monkfish; delicately placed on her thighs, leaving slight pearls of water trickling over her slender legs.

Twelve; my heart jumped; odori ebi, dancing shrimp; wringing on her mound, fully alive and trying to escape. Instinctively, my hand shot out and grabbed it by its tale, or so it aimed, only my hand just pushed it slightly up on her belly whereas my hand all but cupped her mound. Again, I could notice how she fought to suppress a twitch of her body. I almost giggled at the thought that she was apparently a highly educated and professional dinner plate. None of the dishes had moved despite the fact that I had just run my hand over her bare sex.

Carefully, I pulled my hand back; not so fast as to reveal my embarrassment but not apparently slow as to divulge the fact that my mind had wandered pretty far from the thought of eating by now. A tickling in my groins had spurred my member to grow; not excessively, yet, but noticeably.

And delicious enough to please the gods. Perhaps not according to protocol, I started off by chasing the live shrimp. Clasped my chop sticks around it only to realize that I needed my fingers to break through its shell, I finally enjoyed chewing its squashy and salty flesh. With the exquisite taste of the fresh seafood still lingering in my mouth, I took advantage of the fact that the rest of my food was not any longer trying to escape from me and I spent a minute contemplating on how to proceed. I had received no instructions as to how I should behave, for example the appropriate local manners with regards to the order of the dishes or if I were supposed to converse my dinner or not. In fact, I had not realized the nature of my meal until it rolled through the doors.

I felt that I stood before two options: Either consider the whole thing a practical joke by my polite host, which I believed would be totally out of character by the never-smiling, bone dry elderly gentleman; or should I seize the day, “suck the marrow out of life”, and enjoy the situation to its fullest extent. I chose the latter, not quite out of character.

The next step? I let my chopsticks slide over the girl’s stomach, which shivered at my touch. Circled the dishes; trying to figure out the appropriate order to bolt the little morsels. Mild before intense? Probably. Sweet aroma or salty? Without thinking I sniffed in the air, which resulted in yet another spasm from the girl. I smiled and picked up a piece of orange red roe rolled in sea weed. The little eggs broke in my mouth, sputtering a salty gush of flavors from sea tuzla escort bayan and fish over my palate. I let my sticks circle her breast before I swiftly threw a shrimp into my mouth. Startled by the sweetness I uttered a little murmur, which prompted her to open her eyes very briefly, but long enough for me to send her a smile. She kept her face neutral. I took it as a challenge.

Piece after piece of raw fish disappeared from her torso while I continued to tease her with my chop sticks. Roe and tuna was not touched unless I had pinched her nipples gently, making them react with stiffness. She froze as I rose slightly from my chair after having picked the salmon from her neck but I felt her relax under me when I let my lips taste the salty skin where the fish had been. The fragrance of her perfume blended perfectly with the taste; someone had given the composition of this meal some great consideration.

The fact that she had relaxed when the tip of my tongue touched her skin increased my confidence and I realized that erotic inspiration alone had made me avoid leaving the complex composition of perfumes un-noticed. Instead, I slowly let my lips search out the spots on her chest and stomach from which I had picked my mouthfuls. I felt arousal grow inside me when I discovered that her reactions to my gourmet’s sensual game became increasingly evident with each touch of my lips.

Eventually, nothing but the ginger rose remained on her torso; remnants of water and saliva glimmered in the light where the pieces of sushi had been. Chop sticks scratched her slim legs, digging a temporary trench, visible for a fraction of a second behind the points of the sticks, leaving only a faint line, only slightly paler than her complexion. Her thighs had the velvet skin of a peach, as had her calves. Her knee was sensitive — I almost thought that the sushi would drop from her thighs and hips as she flickered, but the pieces rarely moved. Her toes wiggled playfully as I pinched them teasingly with the sticks; another proof of her increasing attention to my doings. A quick glance towards her face unveiled that she fought back a smile.

I let my hand run over her legs, around the remaining pieces of food and let it rest on her stomach, just below the ginger rose. The movements of her trembling, shallow breath propagated to my hand and added to my own shivering, which I had not noticed until that moment. Looking at her sweet face again, I caught her eyes looking at me and this time she grinned when I blew her a little kiss. I kept her eyes as I picked up another morsel from her hips. She let her tongue sweep, a bit tentatively I felt, over her lips as I dropped the little piece of octopus into my mouth. The dance over her tongue over her lips became a bit more daring as once again a low sound of pleasure slipped through my lips as I chewed the elastic mollusk.

The first sound from escort tuzla the girl reached me as a soft moan as I let the sticks caress her inner thigh, very lightly, quite close to her mound, on my way to a piece of fish on her leg. For a fraction of a second I hesitated; the temptation almost overwhelmed me; but a few seconds later I had gobbled up another morsel, realizing that my attention to the taste of the fish was diminished with each dish and each sign of the girl’s excitement. Not moving her head, she still followed me with her eyes; smiling and spelling tacit words with her lips, uttering sighs of pleasure at my touch.

One tiny piece of eel left on her thigh. Anxious to prolong the erotic feast, I avoided to pick it up but licked the salty remnants of the fish from her hips and thighs. She squirmed under me now and I continued to kiss her thighs; traced her hip bones with my tongue; feeling that my arousal had produced a complete erection. I looked up at her face; she had lifted her head to be able to watch my doings. Her lips were parted and her breath was shallow. I grinned as I perceived an arousal as intense as mine. With a swift stroke I licked right over her mound, where the dancing shrimp had first tried to escape its faith. This time the girl was not able to hold her composure but let her hips shoot against me, making her labia grind against my open lips.

The sensation was that of slow motion. From the corner of my eye I could see the little piece of eel following an arc down on the table, between her legs, which was a peculiar thing to observe, considering that my tongue was pressed flat against her sex, which unfolded beneath me. Her cry was uncontrolled and the high pitch startled me for a brief moment until I accompanied her with a grunt of my own. The contrast; the spicy sweetness of her moist lips compared with the lingering taste of sea water was a sensation that held my attention for several seconds before I was overwhelmed by the erotic situation. Only now did I realize that she had raised her knees, however slightly, and parted her legs and that her fingers were clenching my scalp. Her moans of pleasure continued as I licked her slowly, savoring her taste.

I sensed rather than heard the movement by the door and rose quickly as I heard the silent rattle from feet entering the room. Anxiously I looked towards the entrance and saw the two waitresses standing perfectly still at either side of the door. My perfectly alive dinner plate rose on an elbow and smiled the most erotic smile I had ever seen towards me. Her Japanese accent blended perfectly with the whole situation but nonetheless I was a bit startled as her soft voice broke the silence:

“Ready for dessert, Sir?”

Before I found an answer, the two waitresses had skipped over the floor to us and while one cleaned the table from any signs of the dinner, the other cleaned the girl with damp cloths that spread the fragrance of oriental flowers in the room.

I looked at the beautiful girl. I was definitely ready for some dessert.

I didn’t even stop to think if maybe she was hungry too.

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It was another birthday about to have come and gone with little fan fair from either my wife or myself. It didn’t really bother me all that much; I mean, thirteen years of marriage plus two kids tends to put a damper on your personal life events. I figured it would be pretty much the same as the last few, Melissa would give me a heartfelt card that I would appreciate followed by a hug and a kiss. Kids would be wrangled into bed, then I would download a new PC game as my gift and spend the night conquering the known universe. After that I would do some porn site hopping; then head off to bed for some “which position do you want me in?” birthday sex if it wasn’t too late. Otherwise I would just wank off to a fantasy of her in positions I’d never been able to ask for before falling asleep. I love my wife and I know she loves me but she has her limits in bed and I really didn’t think “Honey, would you kindly fuck me in the ass with a strap-on?” would fall within those limits.

As I walked in the front door the house was strangely quiet; on the table was a white envelope that said “Happy Birthday Honey”. I opened it up and read the card, smiled a bit, and then noticed the white piece of paper still in the envelope. It was a note telling me that the two kids were at a sleepover for the night and she was hanging out with a couple of her friends so I could have an evening of uninterrupted gaming. I appreciated the thought but sex or no sex I would miss her tonight. Still, it would be nice to be alone in the house for a while; so I went downstairs and fired up the PC to pick a game to download while I cleaned up.

I went upstairs to turn on the shower and started thinking of Melissa as I stripped down. After getting in and soaking myself I closed my eyes, leaned my head back, and envisioned her naked gleaming body in the shower with me. Water splashing off her shoulders as the soap started trailing down between her gorgeous round tits on its trek towards her navel; and finally the naked lips of her soaking pussy. I started stroking my cock as my fantasy continued; my mind was alive with images of water bouncing off her hips and running down her long legs before it puddled at her feet. I thought of licking her soft nipples, kissing and sucking them as they began to harden and stand erect. I imagined her reaching down between my legs to start stroking and squeezing my cock then fondle my testicles briefly before moving along my perineum towards my anus. My head started to spin as I thought of her playing around the rim of my asshole with her finger and then suddenly reality shook me awake as I lost my balance and almost fell face first into the tub. I definitely did not want to be the guy that broke his neck in the shower while jacking off so I quickly finished up and got dressed.

I went back downstairs to see if my game was done downloading; which it was, so I settled in for the night. tuzla escort I don’t know how many hours had passed when I heard the front door open followed by Melissa calling my name to tell me she was home. I said hi and that I was downstairs even though I could already hear her footsteps coming down. I smiled as she came into the office, her blonde hair falling down around her lightly made up face as she pulled the band releasing her pony tail. She was wearing a tight fitting V neck shirt that accentuated her boobs fantastically while snug fitting jeans wrapped around her long legs, waist and hips completing the hourglass figure I loved to adore. She leaned over giving me a nice look at her cleavage as she kissed me.

“Did you have fun tonight by yourself?” she asked.

“I did, thanks. What about you?”

“Yeah, I had a good time. We hung out at Amy’s house most of the night. I had a little bit to drink and it was a long day so I am going to just head upstairs and crash. You going to play for a while longer?”

Obviously sex was out of the question now so I just nodded and said “Yeah, just for a bit, I am getting kind of tired myself.” We both knew that meant I was going to finish what I was doing and then watch some porn. She just didn’t know what kind of porn and never bothered to ask; she just figured that was my thing and it wasn’t a big deal to her. It might have been a somewhat different story if she ever saw “Strapon Angels Banging Their Men”. She kissed me once more and said goodnight. I watched her ass wag out the door before I sighed and went back to my game.

A few more minutes and a quicksave later I closed it down and fired up my browser. I checked out some pegging sites and watched two of my favorite videos before I decided to call it a night. I was thinking that if I got upstairs quickly enough I might be able to coax her into a hand job or something. It wouldn’t take long with my dick already hard from the porn surfing and imagining her hands wrapped around it and my balls was only making me harder.

As I entered the bedroom all the lights were off and only the moonlight from the skylights gave me a vague outline of the room. I could see Melissa was already in bed and wrapped up under the covers, eyes closed and fast asleep. I walked around to my side and stripped down naked before I crawled under the covers with my back to her. I never liked facing her while I jerked off, even if she was asleep. There wasn’t any real reason, it just felt weird. As I lay there I closed my eyes and decided to pick up my shower fantasy where I left off. As I was delving back into that image I heard Melissa stir and roll over like she tended to do at night. Brushing it off I was about to return to the fantasy when I heard the click of what sounded like the top of a plastic lid being opened. I was about to roll over to see what was going on when I heard her whisper “Don’t tuzla escort bayan roll over, stay there.” I did as she asked but now I was wondering what was going on. This was definitely not the typical way she initiated sex so I was really at a loss for what was happening.

“Lift your leg up,” was the next command whispered in my ear and I complied although still at a loss about was she was up to. I suddenly felt her wet hand reach between my legs and start caressing my balls, covering them in what I realized was lube and quite a lot it seemed like. This wasn’t unusual for her when she gave me a hand job so I began to get excited by this nice surprise. She kept gently rubbing and squeezing them as she slowly worked me into a mild frenzy. I began to moan a little and I heard her snicker; I could picture her face with this big evil grin that she would get when she knew I was starting to go out of my mind. After a minute or two of this she started to caress just below my sack, gently working her way down until she was rubbing her finger between my ass cheeks and gently pressing on my puckered hole.

“You like that, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yes, I do,” I replied.

“Hold your breath, lover.”

I did as she asked but suddenly exhaled with a pleasured moan as she, without warning, plunged her finger in my ass. I couldn’t form words as the pleasure and shock washed over me in waves causing my dick to pulse and wag as it strained against itself to get even harder.

“You like my finger in your ass?” she asked almost coyly.

“Yeeess, I love your finger in my ass.” I couldn’t believe the sensations that were washing over me as she worked her finger inside, probing and pushing deeper and deeper.

She kept this up for a little bit and then suddenly she withdrew her finger from my hole and said, ” Don’t move and don’t touch yourself. Put your hands up and grab the headboard.” I complied again to her wishes, thoroughly exhilarated by her sudden forcefulness and commands. This was not the woman I knew but I liked it a lot! I felt her body moving closer behind me and then the sound of a large squirt of lube from the bottle she had.

“I found your ‘fantasies’ folder on your computer. I know this is what you crave when you think that I am asleep.”

I almost squealed when I felt the tip of a what could only have been a strapon start easing its way into my asshole.

“Yeah, some strapon girl cock, that’s what you want isn’t it?” her voice sounding almost devious.

“Oh, yes please.”

She started easing her member into me, back and forth a little bit at a time as she gently played in the opening, teasing relentlessly what was to come. The waves of new sensations washed over me in ever increasing intensity; excitement and pleasure building and peaking in ways that I had never known as she entered deeper and deeper with each motion.

“That’s escort tuzla it, feel my cock inside you.” I realized my moaning had become muffled as I was burying my face in the pillow, my hands gripping the headboard threatening to break it apart. She grasped my hip as with one final thrust she sent the last full length of it in and I felt her hips on my ass. She pushed me over with her body, forcing me onto my stomach. I felt her chest pressed against my back, thrilling me with agonizing desire as she picked herself up while drawing her knees up beside my hips until she was sitting upright on top of me.

“Say you want it. Say you want your mistress to fuck you.”

“Oh, please fuck me, mistress, I need you to fuck my ass.”

Her hips began to move rhythmically against my ass as she slowly began fucking me.

“Say it again, tell me you’re my little ass slut!”

“I am your ass slut! Fuck me hard mistress!

Slow motions started to give way to quick, short thrusts that punctuated my groaning desire. She leaned in closer to me as the short thrusts became longer and harder and soon she was just pounding my ass, the slapping sound of naked skin resonating off the walls.

“You’re my slut, aren’t you? My little ass whore?”

“Yes mistress, I am your slut, fuck me harder!”

“You want it?”

“Yes!”

“Harder?!”

“Yes, please fuck me harder!”

Her arms were now planted on either side of me to give herself better leverage as she slammed into me even harder. My eyes rolled back into my head as I was completely consumed in a haze of lust. There was no cognoscente thought, only animal instinct and pleasure. I became aware of her own grunting and moaning as she plowed into me, words barely escaping her lips, “Oh, fuck, yes, you are my little bitch!”

She reached underneath me and grabbed my cock and balls in one hand and squeezed them with all she had as her pounding stopped buried deep inside me. I felt the convulsions and heard the high pitched labored breathes that signaled her orgasm. Her soft breasts touching my back as she bent down over me and bit my shoulder. A few short orgasmic thrusts later and I was beginning to feel delirious from the grinding pleasure of her strapon mixed with the pressured pain of my nether regions being used as a stress ball.

“Cum…cum for me. Cum right now,” she panted in my ear as her hips began grinding into my ass again. I began to shudder and convulse as she let go of my sack and moved to the head of my shaft, squeezing and rubbing it. A few moments later I felt the release that sent a warm jet of semen into her palm and onto the sheets, her fingers still rubbing the head of my cock as my body wracked with orgasm.

Her desire and mine now spent, she collapsed on top of me. My head was still swimming in bliss as I heard her say, “Happy birthday, darling. Now that we have tried it, I don’t think there is any going back.” Without even seeing her face I could see that evil grin going from ear to ear as she giggled again. I realized I was grinning as well because going back wasn’t even on my mind.

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I had never considered myself a submissive woman in any facet of life – until five years ago, when I learned that in order to get the kind of sex I secretly craved, I needed to submit myself totally.

I was working at a public relations firm at the time. I had had an awful day-long meeting with representatives of the organisation I was commissioned to work for. They had been totally unrealistic about what was achievable in salvaging their company’s reputation. They were a leading resources firm who had been in more than a bit of a pickle due to their unsound environmental practices on several fronts.

I left the meeting thinking: Fuck you, you deserve the reputation you have with a corporate attitude problem like that. However, as usual, my survival instinct kicked in as I thought about the prestige this particular assignment would afford me if it were successful. I was, above all, a realist, even if I disliked these people and what their organisation had done. If I didn’t do the job, I rationalised, someone else would. And as a single parent I really needed the money.

That evening my daughter was staying at her friend’s place, so I went shopping for the first time in weeks thinking it would help me forget about work for a while. After I’d purchased a shirt and a pair of trousers I went to a coffee shop. I took off my coat and put it over the back of my chair, ordered a coffee and cake and read a newspaper that had been left on the table beside me. When my coffee came I saw an attractive black man sitting about three tables away, looking at me. He did not avert his gaze when I saw him, in fact a faint smile crept over his face. I looked away and ignored him.

I went to the counter to pay. But the man who had been staring was at the counter too, chatting to one of the waitresses. After I paid, I struggled to put my coat on, and he said, “Please, let me give you a hand with that.”

I wanted to say, “no, it’s fine,” but he was already behind me with my coat. I slipped my arms easily into the sleeves and said “thanks,” and made my way to the door.

I was outside in the cold night air when I heard a voice say, “Hey, you forgot one of your shopping bags.”

The man who had helped me with my coat came up to me. I noticed this time he was very tall. He handed me the bag and I thanked him.

“No problem,” he said, smiling, and turned to walk away.

When I got home I went to try on the shirt and trousers I had purchased. When I took out the shirt, a piece of paper fell out of the bag. It didn’t look like a receipt and when I inspected it I saw it was a handwritten note. On it was the message: “I’d like to get to know you. Tom 6508 5223.”

Hmmm. Must be from the guy in the coffee shop, I thought. I couldn’t think of anyone else who the note could possibly be from.

At first I felt a little perturbed, but then found myself smiling. It had been a long time since someone had been so direct in propositioning me. Most men seemed to steer well clear of me now that I’d achieved a modicum of success.

Such audaciousness should be met head on, I thought, and I then decided I’d call this man soon.

I went to bed early to reinvigorate myself for the last day of the working week. But I awoke just past midnight writhing and sweaty, my hips squirming. It was obvious that I’d had some kind of sexual dream and that I’d been close to orgasm when I awoke. Strange, I thought, sex had not entered my mind to any degree after my last failed relationship more than half a year ago. And since then I’d submerged myself in work like never before, which, I gathered, had helped suppress my libido.

I then realised that the man in the dream had been like the man in the coffee shop: tall and black, with a forthright manner. He had ravished me and I had been a most willing participant. I was still aroused but decided to pop a sleeping pill so I wouldn’t be disturbed by the carnal contents of the dream again.

The next morning as I didn’t have to rush get my daughter off to school, I showered a bit more languorously than usual. It was then that I became aware that something had come over me. The warm water felt like soft jets of silk over my body. I dried myself softly and smoothed on some moisturising cream with long smooth strokes. I stared at my naked self in the mirror, and imagined those big black hands making their way over my pale skin. The phone rang, and I snapped out of my fantasy.

“Mum. It’s me,” I heard my daughter’s voice.

“Yes darling. Is everything okay?” I asked.

“Yes mum. Mrs Sanders just wanted me to call you to see if it’s okay if I can stay another night. Is that okay mum? Me and Polly are having such a good time.”

“Yes sure darling.”

I spoke to my daughter’s friend’s mother and she said she’d love to have my girl over for another night. So that was that. I had a Friday evening to myself now too.

I’d just stepped out the door when I decided to go back inside to get the note with the phone number on it. At lunchtime I called. It was an answer phone but the message bursa escort gave a mobile number, which I called after hesitating a while.

“Hello,” I heard the deep voice at the other end.

“Yes hello,” I said. “This is Marissa, the lady from the coffee shop yesterday.”

“Oh hello,” he said, a keenness creeping into his voice. “How are you?”

“I’m well thanks, and you?”

“I’m just fine. Was hoping you’d call,” he laughed.

“Well, I’m calling,” I said a little nervously.

“Yes. I’m glad,” he said. “What I said in my note. I meant it. I just didn’t want the opportunity to slip by so took the initiative.”

“Well, yes,” I paused. “If you like – and I know this is a bit hasty – I am free tonight.”

“Are you?” he said, thinking out aloud, “Now let’s see. I can get out of my current engagement. It’s just casual drinks with some colleagues. Hold on. Can I call you back, what did you say your name was again?”

“Marissa,” I said, feeling like a nervous schoolgirl.

“Okay Marissa. I’ll call you back in ten.”

My phone rang. It was Tom. He could make it at eight. We arranged to meet at a local restaurant for a light meal. It was two in the afternoon and I still had a pile of work to get through from the meeting the day before. I ploughed into it until just past six, when I could not go on any longer.

I got home and soaked in the bathtub. I put on some fancy lingerie that had not had an airing for quite some time, and made my way by taxi to the restaurant.

I could see him in the amber light of the restaurant through the window. He seemed to be chatting with one of the waitresses. He is a flirt, probably a womaniser, I thought. What the hell am I doing here?

But I walked into the restaurant nonetheless driven by curiosity and what I supposed could only be desire.

He saw me enter and came up to greet me, kissing me on the cheek. “Glad we could get together so soon,” he said.

“Yes. Me too,” I said sitting down at the table, shuffling around a little to get comfortable after taking off my heavy winter coat.

“Drink?” he asked.

“Yes, I’d like a glass of red thanks,” I said.

He ordered a bottle of something that I knew wasn’t cheap. “You seem to know all the waitresses in town,” I joked.

“Hmm, so I should,” he replied. “My sister reviews restaurants and cafes for the local paper. Most know who I am as she likes to invite me to go along with her. I can’t resist a meal and convivial company.”

“Oh,” I said. “So I’m dining out with the right man?”

“I guess you are,” he laughed. “And by the way, you look just gorgeous.”

I had worn a fitted cerise skirt with a clingy floral shirt with a plunging neckline. My boobs weren’t that large but they had held their shape and showed nicely with the help of a bit of fortification. It was more provocative than my usual attire, but I was not in my usual frame of mind.

The wine came with the starters. I was beginning to feel relaxed and we talked about our respective careers and families. He was divorced with two children. They lived with their mother in another city not too far away. He was an environmental scientist working on land rehabilitation programs with the government. He was taken aback when I told him what my latest assignment was. He knew quite a lot about the transgressions of the company I was working for. “I hope they are paying you well,” he said.

“They are,” I said. “The amount they’re paying is perverse, actually, pact with the devil kind of stuff.”

“Hmm that’s to be expected from them, or so I hear on the grapevine. Pay ’em off to shut them up,” he said.

“Yes, I know,” I said, somewhat wearily. “I’m starting to feel kind of uncomfortable having taken this on. I’ve already been thinking of how to restore my karma bank. I hope to work for some good cause in my next assignment, or at least give a substantial amount of money to charity. But I just can’t let this one go now, I’m in too far. It could ruin my career to drop it now.”

“I understand,” he said. “But I’m kind of glad to be sitting opposite a woman with a guilt complex in full swing,” he said, a smile breaking through his mock seriousness.

“Oh?” I said inquisitively.

“I’m sure it will enhance my uses for you,” he said cryptically.

“Uses? What do you mean?” I said, worried now. He was picking expertly at the schnapper on his plate, and I was waiting for him to look up and answer my question.

“You’ll find out if you stick with me for a while,” he said, finally gazing steadily at me. “If I haven’t scared you off already.” I then felt his foot on my leg under the table, and could feel myself starting to blush.

“You’re very forward aren’t you, in some ways,” I said, gathering back some of my cockiness.

“Yes I am,” he said. “Can’t see the use of being circumspect with women any more. There’s not much time for pleasure in life, and I intend to make the most of the times I have.”

“Okay,” I said, “I suppose that’s a fairly realistic philosophy. I should bursa escort bayan subscribe to it.”

“You should,” he said, pausing for a moment. “And why not start right now by going into the ladies room and removing your panties.”

It was not so much a request, but a statement; one that, surprisingly, electrified me. I was too stunned to argue.

“Okay,” I said. “I have no idea why I’m going along with you on this.”

I went to the ladies room and took off my lacey purple underwear and put them in my handbag. I could see they were already wet with anticipation. And there was my reason for going along with the wishes of this dark stranger: for the first time in months I felt desired.

When I walked back to the table, he grabbed me gently and said, “Come here and let me feel your arse.” I stopped beside him and his hands went slowly over my bottom cheeks, and then a hand went to go up my leg, at which point I pulled away.

“Okay. I’m satisfied that you are free of them,” he grinned approvingly as I sat down. I was now thankful that we were at a corner table where we weren’t going to draw too much attention.

He handed me something in a small velvet bag. “I want you to insert this in yourself.”

I opened the little bag’s drawstrings and could see a small transparent pink silicone bullet that contained a tiny battery and some other small device. I was not particularly shocked, but I was a little unnerved by my willingness to comply with his increasingly risqué requests.

“Okay,” I said, looking at him squarely as I lifted my skirt under the table and wriggled discreetly to insert the little bullet. “Done.”

“Excellent,” he said. “You sure you haven’t done this kind of thing before?” he laughed.

“Never,” I said. And then he grabbed the hand that had inserted the bullet into my vagina, put it into his mouth, and sucked it.

“Now that tastes good,” he said. “Better than any meal I’ve every had.”

“Thanks,” I said breathlessly, unable to say much as the little bullet was starting to vibrate more fiercely than its size indicated it was capable of.

“You are almost at my mercy,” he said, not in a disrespectful way, but in a way that said he knew that I would now do almost anything to slake the other hunger that had been roused within me.

He paid the bill and thanked the chef for an excellent meal. As we stepped out from the warm glow of the restaurant into the cold night air, the little bullet sat motionless inside me, and I was busting to have something more substantial take its place.

We made steady strides down the pavement. He had his long and solid arm around me and I felt safe with him even though he was still largely an unknown quantity.

Even when he swung me into a dark alleyway I wasn’t frightened. In fact I felt strangely energised by his bold manoeuvres, maybe because I had become accustomed to men pussy-footing around me. He grabbed me too him and kissed me frenetically and reached into my coat for my boobs, which stung exquisitely as they were exposed to the brisk air. By now I had my hand down his trousers and he was quickly undoing them.

“Suck me,” he said. Without fuss I got down on my knees onto the damp hard ground and took out his dick. It was fully erect, and although the light was dim in the alleyway apart from the occasional headlights that flashed obliquely over us, I could see that his dick was substantial. I ran my fingers over it slowly and could feel the ridges of the warm pulsing vessels that fed it.

I took the smooth slopes of the head into my mouth and rolled my tongue around it and poked lightly into the pee hole. I could feel his dick flinch in my mouth and heard him sigh. I then grabbed his balls and held them quite firmly in one hand while I put the fingers of my other hand around the base of his dick. I then started to move my mouth down the length slowly and became more persistent as I felt him get even harder.

He held my head firmly in place at his groin. Usually if this happened I would have told the guy to stop it or risk being bitten. However, it felt right that he should be a little overly insistent on this cold night in the alleyway.

“Suck me. Suck me you slut,” he said repeatedly. “I’m going to come down your throat like there’s no tomorrow and you’re going to swallow all of it.” This only increased my fervour and I kept at it like a woman possessed.

I then felt a mini surge through his dick, and his thick sperm came shooting into my mouth. I gulped it up and licked every last drop off his flagging cock.

“You ‘re a natural,” he said, ruffling my hair. It was not until I stood up that I realised that my own fluids were flowing. As if he sensed it, he reached slowly up my skirt, and felt the wetness there.

“You are ready. But you’ll have to work for it a little more,” he said, matter of factly.

On the way to his car he explained himself a little. “I can only get my rocks off if I dominate the proceedings, as you’ve probably gathered. I wasn’t sure if you ‘d take to the subordinate escort bursa role. But I can see that it’s a big turn on for you.”

“Yes. I think it may be,” I said, getting into his car. “I am surprised.”

“Most are,” he laughed. “Believe me. It is not that I disrespect you when I act like this. In fact I respect you even more for giving me your trust to allow me to take control.”

“Hmm. Okay,” I said a little sceptically.

As we pulled out of the parking lot he said: “Now, it’s a short drive to my place. So let me see your nice wet cunt spread wide next to me and show me what I’m going to be getting soon.”

I lifted my skirt and spread my legs as wide as the confines of the vehicle would allow me.

“Now sit like that until we get to my place. I know you want to play with yourself. But you’re not allowed to.”

“God,” I said, “I need to be fucked. I can’t wait any longer.” I was surprised at the low growl that had permeated my voice.

“Good,” he said, turning into his driveway.

Once inside his house, he fetched two drinks and told me to sit on the lounge and undress and wait for him. By now I was doing as I was told automatically, without batting an eyelid.

He came back. All he said was “good”, and then sat down on a lounge chair opposite me taking slow sips of his drink, staring into the mid distance. He had changed into a green silk morning coat and I could see his long black limbs for the first time. I was now aching for him to touch me but was seriously starting to think that he was loosing interest in me.

After a long five minutes, he said from his chair: “Okay, now get onto all fours with your arse facing me. I want to see what I am going to be fucking and I want you to play with yourself. I want to see you open up for me baby.”

I got on all fours and was relishing the thought of him focused wholly on me, willing his dark body closer to mine. I started to touch myself and could feel my slippery swollen vulva underneath my fingers. I was rubbing myself but wanted something more: I was bursting for him to get his dick into me.

I was finally concentrating on my pleasure and getting close to orgasm when I felt a hard slap on my arse – and then another, and another. “What a nice firm juicy arse you have,” he said, laying his hand down hard on it once more, “You have the kind of arse that screams out ‘fuck me’. I could see that straight away when you took your coat off to sit down in that coffee shop. ‘That’s my arse to fuck’, I thought then, and I’m thinking it now.” He whacked me once again and rubbed his big black hand gleefully over the stinging patch of red he’d made.

“Oh please,” I said. “Just do what you want with me, as long as you fuck me. Just fuck fuck me!” I begged, craning my head back to look at him in desperation.

“Hmmm. Now let me see.” He was rubbing my arse firmly still. His hand went between my legs. He stuck his fingers in my pussy and I let out a shrill yelp. Then I felt his tongue inside it, and then on my clit, and then felt it sweep back up again, and then, to my surprise, it went into my arsehole. I was amazed how sensitive it was. I had never been licked there before. Most, I guess, strategically avoided it. However, I could tell by the sensations I was getting from his tongue that even though I’d never had anal sex before, I now wanted it, and I wanted it more than anything I’d ever wanted.

I could feel something cold and slippery being rubbed into my arse. It was lubricant, and he was joyfully rubbing it into me, putting one, then two fingers in, and having a good poke around. “Okay,” he said. “I am going to fuck your arse now baby. So hold on. But first, I need to do something.” He then put a large handkerchief in my mouth and tied it behind my head: I was gagged.

I then felt his dick forging into the resistance of my sphincter. He was not pushing through like a bulldozer; it was an insistent probing, bit by bit, priming it to open up, to succumb. I was screaming into the handkerchief and my body clenched upwards with the pain of it. He rubbed my back and said, “Take it easy baby, it’s not long now. Keep your body straight, that will make it easier.” I then understood that he was not intending to hurt me, not at all: It was just the pain that was necessary to get where we were going. And then the head of his dick popped through the glorious tightness, and I felt a surge of pleasure and relief as the length of his cock finally entered me.

He was slow at first, and then the pace quickened. It was a different kind of sensation that I was used to. But one thing was for certain: it was a completely overwhelming and it was utterly pleasurable. I was now meeting every thrust with a countermovement, ensuring his dick was gulped up deep inside me. I looked over my shoulder and could see his big black hands firmly gripping my pale hips, and I felt reassured that in his own peculiar way, he had my pleasure in mind as much as his own.

On the outward stroke, I could feel the wide mushroom rim of his penis pressing on the inside of my sphincter. The muscle kept his dick neatly clamped inside me. It felt like nothing I could ever have imagined. I was thankful that he had gagged me, as my guttural bellowing would surely have woken up the whole neighbourhood.

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Let me start this off by saying I love my husband. I have loved him since we met as sophomores in college. We didn’t start dating until our junior year but he was tall and handsome and sort of the leader of his circle of friends. One of those guys people are naturally drawn to.

If you could bottle that quality you would make a mint in the ‘awkward boys’ market. Also respectful of women. When all the rest of his friends talked about how they’d fucked this girl or that he’d chuckle with the rest of him but even though I know he got a lot of pussy before we settled down together, he never joined in the bragging ritual.

This whole weird fantasy started at a party. We went to CU Boulder, which is a bit of a party town so they could get loud and drunken and there was almost always some drama but it was a nice way to blow off steam from the taxing class load. I was studying to go into business management and he was studying electrical engineering.

I had met him in the last semester and our paths had crossed a few times both on campus and at social events like the one we had been at when this all started. I was seeing a guy off and on again and he was with me that night but mostly we were doing our own things. I was chatting with my girlfriends and drinking too much and I was sneaking glances at Daniel. Always Daniel, never Dan.

He looked relaxed in a flannel shirt and blue jeans and his girlfriend, Jacqueline at the time, was hanging off of him. Every once in a while, when she though no one was looking she’d cup the bulge in his pants and squeeze a little before slipping her hand away.

I’m more cute than beautiful. I’m petite with small breasts and a cute ass. I wore my hair in a pixing cut back then, longer in front than the back and that night I was wearing almost the exact same thing as Daniel. My jeans were tighter and my flannel was red where his was blue and I was definitely trying to show the zero cleavage I have so I had the top buttons undone.

Jacqueline though was one of those girls you see on the south beach of Miami. Big, round tits, tanned thighs showing under the hem of her too-short and slinky dress. Her eyes were smokey and her hair was arranged in artful curls that looked elegant and slutty at the same time. Her own cleavage was a lot more substantial and sparkled with glitter. She was tan and it was striking against the pale yellow of the dress. Dark, ruby lips shone with lip gloss and looked like ripe cherries.

I looked her up years later after ‘the incident’ and saw the toll that sun worshiping had taken on her. She looked leathery and it made me feel better but for all you girls out there, staying out of the sun might not get you as many men in your twenties but in your thirties and forties you’ll be thankful you made the sacrifice.

Anyways, back to the story. After an hour or so of her teasing him, all of which I could see the outline of his hard cock pointing up his pants. He was so hard I could actually make out the tip of his dick against the rough denim of his jeans.

I was squeezing my thighs together and enjoying the ache in my pussy as I watched them. They chatted with their friends, she would get up to get them more drinks and come back and the teasing would start again until I could tell he was almost ready to fuck her right on the coffee table.

Sarah, one of my inner circle of friends stepped up from behind the sofa and leaned over her mouth almost pressed against Daniel’s ear. She whispered something, her lips turned up in a smile and her cheeks a little rosy from the Jack and Coke’s she’d been drinking. Without listening for a response she turned, her hips swaying a bit more than was necessary and made her back towards the back of the house.

Daniel smiled uncomfortably and listened for a minute more as Jacqueline talked to the couple across from them. Then he leaned over and said something to Jacqueline and stood, trying to hide his hard-on. She nodded and leaned back on the couch, barely stopping the conversation as he made his way back where Sarah had gone.

What’s this then? I thought, my inner imp delighted. I was farther away and it took me almost thirty seconds of pressing through people to get through.

I made it to the kitchen and sighed in frustration. Damn. I thought and then cheered myself up by starting to think up what I was going to whisper in my boyfriend, Jon’s ear to take advantage of how slick my pussy was. I craned my neck over the crowd to try to catch a glimpse of him but I didn’t feel like pressing through the people again. So I stayed in the kitchen and poured myself another drink.

As I leaned against the counter I noticed that the screen on the sliding glass door was still open. The glass itself was closed by the screen bursa escort was open. Not unusual but with a flash of insight I realized that they might have gone outside. Towards the back of the kitchen, through a small hallway was one of the duplexs bathrooms and it had a window that looked out over the back yard.

I slipped down the darker hallway and entered it, closing and locking the door behind me. The music died away a little bit when the door closed but it was still too loud to hear anything outside and the window was frosted so I couldn’t see out of it. The window itself was one of those crank-opening numbers.

Unlocking it was easy but I was afraid they might notice if it opened noisily. It was quieter in the bathroom but probably quieter outside. It took me almost a whole minute of slowly increasing pressure on the crank until it popped open with barely a bump. I opened it one inch, then two and waited.

The first thing I heard was the unmistakeable sound of gagging and a pleased groan. My heart raced. I had been right. My nose was practically out the little gap of the window as I strained to listen.

…all night.” I heard Sarah finish. “…am I better?” I opened the window just a little more, maybe a three inch of gap and the night sounds of the outside opened up as well. I could hear the slurping and muffled moaning of a woman doing her best to blow.

There was a pause, “Give me your cream. I want you in me when we go back in.”

I reached my hand down, inside the hem of my jeans and almost came as my finger found my clit. I half expected to hear the rhythmic slapping of two people fucking but the slurping restarted and I realized what she’d meant.

He grunted something but his voice was much lower than hers and didn’t carry as much so I didn’t hear it. It only lasted a few minutes, maybe five or six but I was panting by the end and when I heard a low groan and the muffled moans of Sarah I came, my head thrown back. I shuddered and jerked and almost passed out from holding my breath. I was afraid that if I breathed out it would be a long wail of pleasure.

There were spots in my eyes by the time I started breathing again. I left the window alone and took a moment to compose myself. I heard the sliding door open from where I sat on the toilet. I washed my hands, checked my hair and exited. My knees almost shook as I made my way back down the hallway and to the main party.

I pushed back through the people but someone had taken my spot so I leaned against a wall and talked absently with a guy who was probably trying to pick me up. I looked around for Jon and spotted Jacqueline and Daniel. She was still chatting and he had a bit of a dazed look but I could see little wet spots on his thighs where Sarah had been sloppy. Sarah was now leaning against her own wall, so that the three of us made almost a perfect triangle. I could see her catch his eye, a slow Cheshire smile growing on her puffy lips and she rubbed her toned belly sexily.

I couldn’t take it anymore and went to find Jon. I came up behind him and whispered in his ear. “I want your cum all over my face. Take me home and fuck me.” It was something he’d been hinting at but was a little too shy to ask for and I’d been saving it for a special occasion.

He turned around like I’d just pinched his ass and the shocked look he gave me quickly melted into a grin. I took his hand and began leading him out of the party. There was only one real route and it took us past Sarah. I had to almost shout to let her know we were leaving and she pushed off the wall and hugged me, giving me a friendly kiss on the cheek.

“Have fun you two.” She said, knowingly and instantly I could smell the cum on her breath. I’d never even thought about making out with another girl at that point but I would have then. I stuttered something lamely, too shocked to think and she winked at me, thinking that just knowing we were going to have sex was what had shocked me.

Jon gave her a side-hug and then we were out into the night. The rest of that night was riddled with thoughts of sucking off Daniel at a party and tasting the cum in Sarah’s mouth. I blew Jon on the way home and I was true to my word, letting him shoot rope after rope of hot cum all over my face until I had to wipe a little off just to open a single eye.

I took a selfie and then cleaned up.

Fast forward ten years, seven years of it married to my college crush. The sex with Daniel is great but I’ve never been able to scratch that initial itch. Knowing that Daniel had sneaked off at a party to cheat on his girlfriend and came right back, the lipstick still drying on his cock as he put his arm around her.

I found myself more and more turned on by it. Wondering if he’d ever had his bursa escort bayan dick sucked while I was obliviously doing something else. If he’d ever come home I’d been the second woman he’d fucked that day.

It was nothing I could share with him. My marriage was perfect. A fat-cocked husband who adored me and made decent money, plenty of travel and friends.

We maintained a few of our friends from college. Jacqueline had moved away but she had always been too aloof to be a true friend. Sarah though was still one of my best friends. I’d never brought up that night but I longed to know if she’d been doing the same to him over the years. The night before I decided to do something about it I was riding Daniel like it was the last dick I was ever going to get and I came to the mental picture of him tying his tie in his tuxedo, getting ready to marry me with Sarah on her knees, bobbing and sucking on him.

Would she have smirked at me, up on the altar, professing my undying devotion to Daniel with his cum, warm in her belly? Would she have caught his eye and stroked her stomach in that same way?

I decided to act on my fantasies. The planning took a relatively short amount of time compared to the execution. Jon was still in our circle but he was more Daniel’s friend now than mine. I decided he would be my target. He was married to Katherine who he’d gone to highschool with long before we knew him. They’d had two kids and seemed comfortable.

In short, he had a lot more to lose than I did. That was important. I was determined not to jeopardize my marriage and I didn’t want to pick some random person for the plan. For one, I was extremely paranoid about STD’s. At the time I’d only had three sexual partners my entire life. The other reason was that I knew it would get me off more if it was someone we both knew.

It started with a few double dates, a few texts. Then, about a month into my plan he began confiding in me. It started with a simple question from me. I told him I wanted to do something special for our anniversary and if he remembered the night where I had asked him to do that ‘thing’.

LoL, yes I remember it. All the time as a matter of fact.

omg, really? It would be a good surprise then? So embarrassed to ask but it’s our 8th and I want to show him I can still bring it.

He’ll really like that. I know I did.

*blushing emoji* I thought Id get dolled up and spring it on him during our dinner out

Make sure you do it towards the end of the meal or youll never get to eat.

lol

After that it was just a matter of hinting here and providing a few details there until he was answering my texts within seconds of me sending them. Another week or two and I could tell he was ready to pop.

Our anniversary came and Daniel’s special treat was fucking me up my ass, which honestly I really enjoy but I’m afraid of doing it too often. I don’t want a loose ass like some of those porn stars. I cum so hard during it though. Almost every time I squirt.

He hadn’t cum on my face but that wasn’t really an important part of the plan. Pretty soon halloween was coming up and as always, we all met at Sarah and Greg’s place for our halloween party.

We did it the weekend before actual halloween because everyone but us had kids to take trick or treating. Sarah and Greg had some family over and a few other couples always attended. I had made my eyes smokey and my hair was a little longer now but still in a bob. I still couldn’t fill out a b-cup but I was grateful for it now. I’d never have to deal with sag and I didn’t have to wear a bra.

I wore a light yellow dress, the same as I’d seen Jacqueline wearing ten years previous. Or at least as close as I could get with the eyes of memory. A skin-colored thong and modest heels and I was ready. I specifically didn’t wear lipstick. Getting it cock-smeared all over my face was not part of the plan.

We left early, Daniel hates to be late but I’d used my time wisely and had been getting Jon worked up all afternoon. Nothing slutty, not even something that couldn’t be shown to Daniel but in the context of what I’d constructed with Jon over almost two months it was as suggestive as spreading my legs and saying, “Please.”

We had a delicious meal with everyone, all the while I ignored Jon trying to catch my eye, my nipples stiffening under my dress each time he struggled with the conversation.

There were drinks and there was a fire in the back yard in a beautiful brick fire-pit surrounded by comfy chairs set with blankets in case anyone got chilled in the Autumn air. Greg and Sarah could really throw a party.

Greg had pulled out his guitar and the conversations continued but were softer as he strummed away idly. I stood and stretched escort bursa while the various conversations rose and fell around me in the night, my heart was beating fast and I know my pussy was darkening my thong.

Jon and Katherine were seated next to each other but the seats were for one person at a time so they could only hold hands while they enjoyed the warm cider and music. The fire was too bright and the people surrounding it were too closely spaced for me to whisper in his ear as I wanted to. Instead, I let him catch my eye and this time I gave a tiny little nod towards the house.

I told the group I had to go the bathroom as I watched him swallow heavily, his eyes slightly afraid. Daniel patted my thigh and I clenched my cunt against the flood of wetness from the gesture.

Everything was driving me wild at this point. I didn’t look back as I walked into the house. I walked up the stairs and into the dark, they had left the lights off to indicate that their guests should stay downstairs. I waited at the top of the stairs. A long minute passed where I could audibly hear my heartbeat until I heard the door to the yard open again. There was an uncertain moment as Jon looked for me but as he passed the stairs I whispered, ‘Psst.’ and winked at him when he looked up the stairs.

I placed my finger across my lips and slipped into the bathroom next to me. I turned and pulled the dress over my head before he entered the room, hanging it over the shower curtain. I shivered even as warm as it was upstairs after being outside.

He rounded the corner and stopped, stunned. His eyes were wide and his mouth slightly open. I pulled him forward by his belt and closed the door behind him.

“We’ve only got five minutes to make you shoot your cum down my throat.”

I slid down to my knees, opened his pants and let them slide to the floor. I took the familiar, thick cock into my hands and licked the tip. The salty taste of precum met my tongue and I smiled up at him. “Do you think we can do it?”

Instead of answering he placed his hand on the back of my head and pushed his hips forward slightly, opening my mouth until his cockhead was resting on my tongue.

Taking the hint I began to suck him. There was no time for foreplay and I was messy as I slobbered and gripped his shaft with my hand, jerking him off in my mouth even as my lips passed back and forth over the tip.

With my other hand I took both of his balls in my hand and felt his muscles bunching and relaxing as he tried to stifle his moans. I pulled back and his dick popped out of my mouth. I kept jerking as I cood up at him.

“Do I suck cock better than your wife?”

His body was thrusting against my hand. He nodded, his pleasure too much to force words out of his mouth.

“Say it.” I said, squeezing his balls.

He groaned, “You’re so much better than my wife.”

I smiled and swirled my tongue around the head of his cock so he could watch and then slurped him back inside my mouth. The whole time I was blowing him I didn’t realize that I was clenching and relaxing my thighs, squirming and increasing my own pleasure.

His thrusting halted and his body went rigid as he tried to hold off the moment until finally I could feel his balls tighten in my hand and a massive jet of cum shot across the inside of my cheek.

I moaned and realized I was cumming as well and immediately moved my hand off his balls and put it between my legs, rubbing my clit through my panties. I continued to jerk and suck him as he did his best to fill my mouth with his seed. I shuddered as my own orgasm tapered off.

Finally he was only oozing and I let him slip from my mouth. His head was back in bliss but that wouldn’t do. I stood in front of him, letting the wet tip of his cock press against my panties just over my clit and pulled his gaze down to meet mine.

I opened my mouth and showed him what he’d done to me and rolled my tongue around. I was careful not to spill any and finally when he was mesmerized I tilted my own head back and swallowed. Once, then twice and he was inside me.

After that it was quick work to get back to the party. I pulled the dress back over my head and admonished him to wait at least ten minutes and then come back as well. I checked the clock on the wall and only three minutes had passed since I’d walked up the stairs.

I left the bathroom quietly, making sure I couldn’t hear anyone in the house and made my way downstairs and back outside. I took a long drink of wine. I wasn’t going to risk have cum on my breath when I went back to my husband as much as the idea turned me on.

He placed his hand on my thigh as I sat down in the chair next to him and I snuggled up in the blanket provided. I took his hand in mine and pulled it up to my stomach and flattened it over it. Just in case, I finished up the wine and smiled at him. “Rub my belly for me, baby?” I asked and after a moment caught Jon’s eye and winked.

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A/N: Hello readers, I’m taking a short break from the Dawn Saga to bring you this. Thought of this at 1 am and had to put it down. My ideal actress for this would be Marica Hase. CW for racism, slight fetishization of Chinese people, and also consensual slavery.

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I think a lot of men would like to have a huge cock. I certainly hear a lot of my male acquaintances talk about how they would like to enlarge their dick, get it up to a solid 10 inches or something. They talk about much better their girls would like it if their cocks were bigger, meatier, about how a bigger dick could stimulate more of a girl’s pussy.

Let me tell you the truth, having a huge cock isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

I’m 6 feet 4 inches and my cock is proportionate to the rest of me. That is to say, it’s huge. If you watch big black monster cock porn on any of those porn websites, mine looks like that.

It’s a lot more trouble than it’s worth, to be quite honest.

There are the day to day issues that I’ve learned to deal with since I was a boy going through puberty. Other boys could hide their random erections. Me? Not so much. The moment I popped a boner, it was a mountain in my jeans, insurmountable, no hiding it behind a book or a bag. No, it would sooner poke a hole through whatever I held in front of me!

Not to mention jeans. There’s a rise in skinny jeans for men. While I do think skinny jeans would look awesome on me cause I have great, toned legs from working out at the gym, there’s simply no space for my schlong to go!

Usually I have to direct it down one leg of my pants and pray that it stays there. While skinny jeans do help to keep my dick in place, it also provides a very stark outline that draws stares whereever I go.

I can’t even pee at a urinal properly. Other guys just unzip their pants and fish their limp cock out to pee. My dick is plastered against my thigh down one pant leg, there’s no fishing that out from a tiny little opening in the front of my jeans! Without fail, I have to painstakingly free my dick from my pants every time I need to take a whiz! Other guys give me weird looks when I start to push down my pants so I usually just use a cubicle.

I can’t wear shorts either. Every time I sit down, it’s like peek-a-boo with my dick. Anyone at crotch level in front of me will definitely catch a glimpse of my one-eyed snake!

But the biggest issue for me right now, is the fact that I’ve fucked a girl before.

It’s too big, it’s not going to fit, it hurts too much. Every single time I’ve tried to Netflix and chill, it doesn’t workout because the girl I’m dating doesn’t think they can handle my dick. They’re willing to suck on the head, give me a handjob, but that’s all. There was one girl who attempted to let me fuck her, but I’d only gotten the head in when she started crying so I stopped. It was a real mood killer. Suffice to say, none of my relationships lasted past the first attempt at dick in pussy sex.

Sad isn’t it?

I had pretty much resigned myself to a lonely life, with the occasional assisted handjob. Until six months ago.

It was a day like most others. Went to work, came back home, decided to watch some porn. Only that day, I also decided to get drunk because I was lonely. I was on my 10th beer, flicking through porn sites, playing some of the games, watching a girl get plowed in the shithole, when I saw an ad.

It said in all caps “MAIL ORDER SEX SLAVE”.

I laughed. Everyone knew that sex slaves were sold in closed door auctions for the rich and the wealthy. There was no way they would sell them online like this. It must have been some fantasy fulfillment website. I clicked on it to see what it was about.

The front page reminded me of one of those “Pick five things and we’ll tell you what horoscope you are” kind of clickbaity articles you find on social media. At first, it asked me about normal things like age, sex, location, and my occupation. Then it started to get into weirder things like if I liked anal (I didn’t know if I did, but I loved the idea of it), how big my dick was (12 inches, I swear it’s true), if I preferred big tits, or small (any kind of tits are good tits in my book!).

I filled out the entire questionnaire, finishing off the beer as I did so. By then I was really drunk and amused.

The questionnaire took me to another page where there were photos of several girls who ‘fit my criteria’. There was a bombshell blonde, 5 feet 9 inches with huge tits and a bald cunt. In the photo, she was smiling at the camera, manicured hands cupping her boobs. There was even a short video of her bending over and displaying her two fuckholes. The description said her bra size was a 34DD, her waist a 30, and her hips 36. There were other measurements, such as her pussy being 12, her ass being 13, and a checkmark beside the ‘throat’.

I had no idea what that meant. I only knew that I took one look at the price, a whopping 10 grand, and I clicked on the next girl.

Most of the girls had price tags on them ranging from 4-8k. I had bursa escort no idea how these girls were priced, or if they were real at all. My drunk brain was thinking about how nice it would be if I could stick my cock into a warm, wet hole and that any of these girls looked fantastic. It was just a pity that I couldn’t justify spending 4 grand on any of them. Especially since I was sure that it was just a role-playing thing and the prices were just for one night spent with a super hot girl.

Just as I was about to close the site, jerk off, and call it a night, I saw the last listing.

An East Asian girl with B cup tits. She stood at 5 feet 2 inches, petite compared to me. According to the listing, she was priced at 1500 dollars.

Compared to the rest, it was a steal, wasn’t it? I squinted at her photo, taking in her wide brown eyes and her pink lips. Her straight hair fell just past her shoulders, cut in a way that framed her round cheeks and pointed chin. In the photo, she wore a lacy bra and matching thong, her arms pushed together while she gave the camera a wide-eyed innocent smile. She looked pretty young, but she was also really cute. If I saw her on the street, I definitely would have taken a second glance.

Drunk me pulled out my credit card and paid.

My backpacking vacation to Turkey and Pakistan could wait, I wanted to see what this was all about.

Now, I didn’t know what drunk me was expecting that night because I clicked ‘pay’ and then passed out on my bed.

Sober me, on the other hand, was very surprised the next evening when I came home from my work to find a very large chest blocking my doorway. It was made of wood and came up to my knees. Given that I’m a very tall man, I’ll have you know it was a very large box.

I pity the men who had to carry it up the three flights of stairs because the elevator wasn’t working.

I shuffled and pushed and squeezed the chest into my tiny apartment and locked the door, wondering what it was. At that point, I still hadn’t made the connection between my ‘order’ and the arrival of this giant chest.

It was a beautiful dark brown colour, but was otherwise plain save for a combination lock on the front of it. There were holes on the top, which should have tipped me off that something inside was alive, but at the time, I was being pretty dumb. There was a label on the chest, which said “COMBINATION: 1333”.

I turned the numbers until they clicked into place and then threw back the lid.

I will admit, I screamed.

I don’t think many people expect to find a living, breathing, girl tied up in a pile of packing peanuts mailed to their doorstep!

It was the girl from the website.

Her brown eyes snapped open when I opened the chest and they fixated on me, taking in my panic as I tried to make sense of what was happening.

When I expected a role-playing night of passion, I expected the girl to text to make arrangements, not to show up in a chest, naked!

“What the fuck!” I shouted, then clamped my hand over my mouth in case the neighbours heard.

The girl said nothing because she was gagged and cuffed with leather cuffs.

Leather cuffs? Where was the key?!

I searched around for a bit before I realized that there was a ziplock bag taped to the inside of the lid. There were a set of keys, a remote control, and an instruction manual. I hurriedly flicked upon the manual to see what it said.

“DEAR BUYER,

THANK YOU FOR PURCHASING SLAVE 1333.

SLAVE 1333 RECOMMENDATIONS:

FOOD: 3 TIMES/DAY

TOILET BREAKS: 2 TIMES/DAY

SHOWER: 1 TIME/DAY

EXERCISE: 1 HOUR/DAY

SEX: 2 TIMES/DAY

VAGINA (NO)

ANAL (YES)

ORAL (YES-LIMITED)

DEEPTHROAT (YES-LIMITED)

TOILET-TRAINED (YES)

CHORES (YES)

OBEDIENCE (YES)

CUM CONTROL (YES)

PERMANENT HAIR REMOVAL (YES)

BUY BACK PROGRAM (NO)

INCLUDED WITH PACKAGE:

1x Vibrator + remote

1x collar

1x Penis gag

1x wrist cuffs + keys

1x ankle cuffs + keys

1x anal plug

1x dildo

1x 500 mL lubricant

** REDUCED TO CLEAR. REASON: VAGINA CANNOT ACCOMMODATE MORE THAN 6 INCHES.

** NOT FOR BREEDING PURPOSES.

I read the whole thing, eyes getting wider and wider. I was slowly realizing that this wasn’t a role play, and that I might have really bought a sex slave off the internet. This was made clearer by the fact that there was a stamp in the bottom right corner, the official stamp of the National Slave Register. People weren’t supposed to use that as they pleased, no corporation selling fantasies would dare for fear of bringing the wrath of the bureaucracy down on them.

I had bought a slave.

I, Aaron Butler, had officially purchased a slave.

My new slave was still blinking up at me from inside the chest, making no move to get up or to squirm.

I brushed off all the packing peanuts and then grabbed her around the waist, lifting her bodily out of the chest. She was wearing the mentioned penis gag, the collar, bursa escort bayan and cuffs on her wrists and ankles. I could see the vibrator inside the chest along with the dildo, but no butt plug. I rummaged around in the chest for a bit, then realized something.

I spun my slave around and bent her over.

There, between her pert asscheeks, was the missing anal plug.

She had been wearing it the whole time.

I ran a hand over my face and then got the keys out from the ziplock bag to unlock my slave. I removed her gag. She wet her pretty pink lips with her tongue while I undid the cuffs. She didn’t try to escape or anything. The moment her arms and legs were free, she knelt in front of me and reached for my pants.

“Master,” she whispered, eyes wide with some unknown emotion. I swallowed hard.

This was what I had bought her for, wasn’t it?

Part of me was screaming not to do it, but the other part of me argued that I paid for it. She wouldn’t offer if she didn’t want it, right?

I let my new slave pull down my pants.

My cock, already half hard from seeing this young, nubile girl willingly kneeling in front of me and offering her body to me, sprung free from its confines, bobbing obscenely in the air.

My slave’s eyes went wider still. She looked up at me, then at my cock in naked awe.

Instead of recoiling, like the other girls I dated, my slave opened her mouth immediately and sealed her lips around the head of my cock.

“UNNNGH!” I moaned as wet heat engulfed my dick. When the manual said ‘Oral-yes’ I guess they meant that yes, she was trained to suck cock and suck it well.

My slave was going at my cock like she hadn’t had a meal for the past two weeks. She was trying to slurp the entirety of it into her mouth, but she was petite and my cock was too long. That didn’t stop her from trying. I felt the head of my dick hit the back of her throat. She moaned and the vibrations zinged right up my cock to my brain, shutting off all my thought processes.

Unngh that felt so good!

Her mouth only made it a third of the way down onto my cock. But then she looked up at me, took a deep breath, and swallowed. I felt my cock push past the spongy walls of her mouth and then enter her throat.

Oh.

My.

God.

I was being deep-throated by my new slave.

She didn’t get far. Even with forcing my cock down her throat, she only took about 8 inches of me. But hey, beggars can’t be choosers, right? I groaned at the sight of a pretty, petite, asian girl trying her level best to devour the entire length of my cock.

“Aw yes!” I groaned, putting one hand on the back of her head to guide her down.

Up and down and up and down she went, drool dripping from the corners of her mouth down the length of my shaft onto my balls. She pulled off for a breath, then dove back in as if she had been dying for water and my cock was the only tap!

“Mnnn” she moaned. I was transfixed by her, slurping on my dick like it was the only meal she was allowed.

“Master fuck slave asshole?” she asked when she pulled off my cock again. My eyes must have bulged out of my head.

No girl had ever allowed me near their pussies, much less their asshole, and here I had a pretty young girl offering hers to me.

“Can I?” I asked, voice hoarse with anticipation.

“Yes, this slave good with anal. My hole, good hole, fit whole cock,” she said enthusiastically.

The whole cock?

My whole cock?

Probably impossible, but I was glad to get to fuck a hole, any hole. Even better if I could cum inside and watch the cum drip out of her!

My slave immediately lay down on the tiles and lifted her knees to her chest, showing off her bare pussy and the plug in her ass. From where I stood, I could see that her rosebud was pink and puckered, slightly resembling a pair of lips, probably from all the assfucking she received. Instead of turning me off, it was turning me on. I felt my cock grow harder and twitch repeatedly at the prospect of opening that pucker up.

She twirled one slender finger around the plug once, twice, then pulled on it. The metal implement slid free with a pop and she set it aside. She grabbed her asscheeks and pulled them wide apart.

“Master, please fuck slave asshole!” she begged.

I grabbed the bottle of lube, popped it open and squirted a good amount on my quivering cock. I slid my hand up and down to coat it evenly, then knelt between my slave’s legs.

Trembling, I guided my cock to her pucker and pressed my cockhead against that tiny little hole.

“Oooohh,” my slave moaned. She whimpered as my rock-hard penis breached her pert bottom, forcing its way inside. I paused, feeling guilty.

“Should I stop?” I asked.

“Master no stop. Slave can take whole cock!” my slave protested in an almost indignant manner.

“But I’m hurting you,” I hedged, remembering the ex who cried hard when I tried to fuck her.

“Slave take painal too,” she said with determination on her face “Master cock happy, slave also escort bursa happy.”

She wiggled her ass as if to prove her point.

I took a deep breath. If she was sure, then I wouldn’t stop.

I leaned forward, bracing myself over her. I let my weight bear my huge monster cock into her tight shitter.

“Oh oh oh!” the slave gasped, eyes going wide “So big!” she panted, staring straight at me.

I expected resistance, I expected that I’d get to a certain point and not be able to push in any longer, I expected her to beg me to take it out. But aside from the almost-too-tight friction on my aching dick, there was nothing stopping me. I watched my thick rod slide deeper and deeper and deeper yet into my slave’s asshole, until finally my hips met hers.

I was buried inside my slave.

I was balls deep inside the asshole of my slave.

All 12 inches of my uncut cock was buried to the hilt in my newly purchased sex slave.

Somehow when I woke up hungover that morning, I didn’t think that that was a sentence I would ever say. But it was true.

Her inner walls clung to my cock, tight, impossibly hot, and yet soft and velvety.

“Slave take whole cock!” my slave panted out, looking pleased with herself.

“Yes you did,” I said and stroked her hair. I planted a kiss on her forehead and began to fuck in earnest. The warm wet heat of her mouth was great, but the warm, clinging softness of her rectum was even better, purely because it was happening all along my massive shaft. Every single inch of my huge cock got to experience the wondrous sensation of being milked by my young slave’s anal muscles.

She squeezed gently with her rectum every time I pulled out. It was as if her asshole was reluctant to give up my cock. It was an incredible cock massage, one that I wanted to last forever.

“Ungh, ungh, ungh,” I grunted as I plowed my young slave’s shitter. She moaned and whimpered as I fucked her ass, her hands still holding herself wide open.

“Ungh I’m cumming!” I growled as I thrust deep inside my slave’s bowels and pumped rope after rope of my spunk deep into her ass.

“Thank you Master,” my slave said as I tried to catch my breath. She didn’t move at all, merely held her asscheeks open, knees still to her chest while she waited for me to come down from my high.

“Did you cum?” I asked her.

My slave shook her head and bit her lip, embarrassed.

“Slave no cum if Master no allow,” she said softly.

“When was the last time you came?” I demanded, horrified that people would control her orgasms. My slave just shrugged.

“Don’t know. Last Master say Slave no cum,” she said flippantly, as if there was nothing wrong with being restricted like that. I shook my head and sat back on my heels.

“Well this Master would like you to cum. Every time we fuck, you have permission to cum, understood?” I asked her.

Her brown eyes were wide with disbelief.

“Yes, Master, slave understand.”

I looked down between her legs. Her pussy was damp, but not drenched. She was obviously aroused by getting ass-fucked but she had held off on her own orgasm.

I slid my fingers into her cunt and curled them upwards.

“Go on, cum.” I growled, stroking the front wall of her pussy. My slave gasped and squirmed on my fingers but I was so much bigger than her and could manhandle her whatever way I wanted. I kept her in place with one large hand, and teased her cunt and clit with the other, alternating frigging her pussy with pinching and flicking her clit.

“Nnnngh!” my slave whimpered. A small stream of clear fluid shot out of her cunt as her pussy and asshole started to twitch. I felt her hole clench on my fingers and her body spasm under my hand.

“Aaaaah! Slave cumming!” she panted as she rode my fingers through her orgasm!

I finger fucked her all the way through her waves of pleasure until she had stopped shaking.

“There, much better, isn’t it?” I asked with satisfaction. My slave smiled up at me.

“Yes Master, thank you master.”

I slid my cock out of her asshole and watched it gape open, twitching several times. My thick white ropey cum had been fucked so deep inside of her that it wasn’t cumming back out.

My slave grabbed the plug she had discarded and slid it back into her hole. The abused muscle opened up and closed around the metal toy with a soft slurping sound.

“What Master wish now?” she asked.

I had no idea.

I just knew that I had fucked a girl in the ass. The girl had taken the entirety of my dick and enjoyed it. I had only known her for maybe an hour? But I was already starting to be fond of my new slave.

I helped my slave get up and then pushed her in the direction of the shower.

“Go get clean, I’ll get you something to wear later.”

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Now, I used to consider my sex-drive pretty normal. Jacking off once a day is on par for the course right? But ever since that fateful day, I have been cumming four, five times a day. Who wouldn’t if there was a willing, eager slave begging for your cock?

After fucking my slave in the ass for the first time, I made her take a shower. I took all the toys out and put them in the drawer beside my bed, then cleaned the packing peanuts out of the chest.

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