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“A second contest?” her knightly lover chimed in pleasant curiosity.  “What feat of love am I to cross against your womanly wiles this time?”“As with the previous contest, the goal will be to make the other ascend.  However, this contest shall be more of a match of seduction.”The Knight raised his eyebrow, his lusty interest aroused.  “Oh?  Pray tell explain the rules to me.”“Each of us will get ten seconds, using whatever pose we choose, to arouse the other using any number of techniques as we attempt to bring them to ascension,” she explained.  “After the time is up, the other can move to their position of choice to attempt their lover’s ascent for the next duration.  You lose if you ascend first, so it is a war of attrition as you attempt to endure your lover’s onslaught, only to try and burst their willpower with your own passionate attack!  While it is your lover’s turn you must acquiesce to everything they perform.  You must comply with whatever position they tell you to take, and you cannot move or touch them at all unless directed to do so.”A sly smile flitted across her face, “You may make whatever noises you feel so inclined to vent, however.”“I adore your erotic mind!” her lover smiled in open admiration.  “A fantastic challenge if ever I have heard one.  And for the prize, the loser submits to the victor’s next desire?”The Elf nodded.  “I think that is a satisfactory trophy.”“Then the contest is set!” The knight heartily chuckled.  “Seeing as I won the last contest, I shall let you choose poses first.”“That is most chivalrous of you, my darling” the Sylvan Maiden purred as she seductively stalked towards him.  Lids half closed, she appraised her prey.  That his shaft was virile and ready, was plain to see as it stood in flush attention.  She figured he had unwittingly done half her job for her while he reveled in the tantalizing tastes and touch of her sublime form as he greedily fondled and caressed her succulent curves.“Stand,” she commanded him as she arose herself.  Her knight complied.She walked sinuously around him, and once behind, stepped in to intimately embrace him as her hands teased the tips of his chest and her mountainous melons crushed their perky stems deep into his back.“Are you ready to begin?” She asked softly as she rested her velvet check between his broad shoulders.Tingles already racing through his back and chest as he looked over his shoulder lovingly at his bewitching Elf, he smiled and nodded.At his signal, the sultry Sylvan Lady slid her hand longingly down his abs to cup and hold his sword and man purse.  As she began to fondle her prized possessions, she lifted a silky knee and wrapped her shapely calf around his leg as she let her comely foot glide sensuously up and down the muscular pillar.The arousing sensations rapidly building within his core, her lover, grit his teeth as he tried to not enjoy the titillating pleasures of her touch too much!  For what seemed like an eternity, he endured her sensational erotic massage, as his bottom clenched in a valiant effort to keep the welling pressure at bay.Finally, the ten seconds passed, and he involuntarily sighed as she released her seductive hold on him.“You’re strong,” she purred with a Cheshire smile.“I see you have selected your challenge carefully,” the Knight replied as he turned to face her.  He let a few deep breaths out as he pondered his move.He knew his sword needed to rest if he had any hope of surviving her next onslaught, and thus he chose his position deliberately.  Sliding his hands down her shoulders, along her arms to her hands, he knelt before her.“What’s this?” she teased.  “Are you submitting to me already?”Releasing her left hand, he gently lifted her corresponding leg over his shoulder so that her thigh rested along the top and her comely calf and pleasing foot draped down his back.  Then, reaching both hands behind her, he gripped her voluminous peach bottom and pressed her lady garden to his lips!The fey Maiden let her head roll back and she lightly sighed and whimpered as her daring lover went to town eating her garden bud, and lapping her dripping honey.  As ever the sensation was divine, sending tingling spears across her loins and inner thighs.  Her dainty bud flushed and bloomed at the attention it received.  Ten seconds flew by as she basked in her lover’s moist mouth.Once his allotted time had finished, the sultry Maiden, slid her thigh off his shoulder but allowed her shapely calf to still wrap around his back.  “Rise, my gallant love,” she commanded.He did so, and she purposefully let her leg glide down his side till it hung wrapped about his hip.  She then took his right hand and guided it till it securely wrapped under and held her elevated thigh.  Then slowly, seductively, she let her fingers glide to his engorged man meat, and taking it in her grip with the faintest squeeze, she directed it into her honey-laden secret passage.The Knight swallowed in apprehension as the warm, wet, succulent feeling of her love canal teased his sword still tingling and humming from her earlier touch.A sultry smile crossed her lips as she wrapped both hands around his neck, and commanded, “Hold me!”  With that, she made a little hop as she wrapped her other leg about his hips.  Taking a step forward so as not to Anadolu Yakası Escort lose his balance, her lover was forced to grab her right bottom cheek with his hand to support her hanging weight.“Thank you, my lord,” she purred.Then pulling against his neck and lifting with her wrapped thighs, she elevated and lowered her loins in long slow strokes as her velvet folds caressed his aroused shaft.  Such transcendent torture had the suffering Knight never before experienced!He sucked in air through clenched teeth, as effervescent prickling waves rolled through his blade, and assaulted the blockade holding back the relentless pressure within his pearls.  He held his breath as her garden passage tenderly titillated each pore of his long sword, ambrosia leaking out as it prepared for the pressure to burst.  He fought against it for what seemed like an eternity as his lover bounced upon his manhood.The Lady felt his meaty member quiver twice and she figured if she increased the tempo of her gliding bottom victory would be hers.  Instead, she slowed the tempo of her bobbing buttocks, savoring her lover’s twisted visage as he agonizingly fought ascension.Her ten seconds finally concluded, she stopped her bounding hips and released her legs from around his waist.  Visibly sweating, the Knight gently lowered her to her feet and removed his trembling shaft from her garden canal.“Your bulwark withstands my second onslaught,” she taunted her lover.He knew he would not survive a third round.  Nor could he afford to use his manhood to arouse her for fear of ascending himself before he pushed her across the threshold.  Thus his mouth and touch were really his only weapons available, but how to use them?“Sit down with your legs spread like the wings of an eagle,” he commanded her.Her sultry smile never leaving her lips, she obediently sat down and spread her legs to a full split, her fabulous, wet velvet garden showing off in the late afternoon sun.“Like this, my Lord?” she questioned provocatively.Her knightly lover nodded, trying not to get distracted by the glorious view, and coming around, knelt behind her.  Looking seductively over her shoulder, she bit the corner of her lip in bated anticipation.Softly pulling her into him, he embraced her tenderly.  His right hand reached around as his fingers found her delicate bud amongst the velvet folds of her garden veil, while his left caressed and squeezed her bosom.  Reaching in, his mouth nipped the tip of her ear.As his mouth enclosed the tip, the Elf softly whimpered, sensing the triple treat upon which she was about to be teased.“Let’s see how much stimulation you can handle simultaneously,” her lover whispered into her captured ear.With that he began to lustfully suck and lick her ear while fondling her breast with sensuous, gliding, squeezing pulls as his fingers stroked and rubbed her pink, intimate garden bud.Moans of pleasure issued forth from her luscious lips, as the Sylvan Maiden drowned in the pleasures her lover heaped in torment upon her!  Waves of tingling needles raced deep into her womb as her titillated bud bloomed at the tantalizing torture heaped upon it.  Searing pins ricocheted across her bosom as his hands kneaded her melon and pulled its tip.  Her crown came alive as if ants marched across in all directions as her tender ear was taunted to terrible perfection!  Her dam starting to build pressure under the triple onslaught stoked the fires of her passion!When at last the ten seconds were over, she estimated her dam was nearly half full.  She sighed in satisfaction at the service she had just received.“Your assault on my inner fortress was masterful!” she breathily complimented as she turned to face him.  “Now for my return barrage,” she purred.The Knight knew the battle was lost.  His taunt pearls and engorged sword were already fit to bursting, and he highly doubted it would take the whole ten seconds to force his nectar to squirt forth.  Nevertheless, he refused to surrender as he prepared himself for her final offensive.She placed her hands on his abs, and let them sensually drift up till they rested on his chest.  Then using firm pressure, she pushed him down onto his back.“How fitting,” he thought.  “She’s positioned me for her victory.”The Lady slipped a comely leg over his prone form, straddling her knightly lover’s thighs thus giving him a dazzling view of her bounteous buxom bosom and her beautiful, wet garden veil.  She elevated her hips to allow the folds of her intimate lips to hover above his meaty member.  Gently, sensuously wrapping a hand around his saluting shaft, she guided it into her honey-soaked hidden passage.  It gripped his sword tightly causing it to quiver a little, as she smiled in triumphant seduction.“Here…we…go!” She teased as she slid her hands up his loins and onto his chiseled abs where they came to rest.With that, she began to vigorously undulate her body in rolling waves—much the same manner as she had done earlier during her erotic belly dance.  Her luscious attractive melons rapidly swung back and forth while her sensual, curvaceous hips bounded up and down.  Her lascivious garden lips stroked his quivering, throbbing sword as her bouncing bottom slapped his loins.  Letting herself fully Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan enjoy the moment, the Elf’s seductive moans and whimpers elicited from her moist mouth.The Knight rolled his head back, eyes squeezed shut, teeth clamped closed, hissing profusely as his rump clenched tightly.  He desperately tried to keep the bulwark closed against the rapidly rising pressure boiling in his manhood—all to no avail.Within only a handful of his lover’s brisk caressing strokes, his sword, throbbing like his heart, sprayed forth his effluent nectar.  Rapid pulses showered her tight, wet passage walls with their sticky, viscous content.  The defeated knight moaned deeply as the daunting pressure was finally released in sweet relief.The fey Maiden, reveling in the erotic feeling of his squirting nectar as it splattered within her, sighed in satisfied pleasure and triumph.  She reached behind her perfect peach bottom, to fondle and squeeze his taunt man purse as his sword shuddered to its conclusion.“This contest is solidly your victory,” her gallant Knight conceded between pants.“You fought to the blissful end, my love,” she purred in commendation.As her lover regained his air, the Lady softly ran her fingers across the contours of his abs, ribs, and chest, lightly teasing his nipples and navel with her finely manicured nails.“What is my mistress’s desire?” The Knight asked as his breath returned.“Hmmm…what should I do with you?” she pondered, pressing the tip of her index finger to her lower lip in mock indecision.“It seems to me, you already know,” her gallant lover countered.“Do I?” she replied with an arch of her brow.  “It would appear my love slave needs to learn his place, and let his mistress ponder in peace,” she teasingly chastised him.Dismounting and rising, the Sylvan Maiden walked over to her discarded garment and picked up her bejeweled belly chain.“Come here, my servant,” she commanded as she walked over to stand next to a low tree branch.Picking himself off the ground, her Knight obediently strode over to stand before her—his towering frame standing head and shoulders above hers.“Kneel here,” she ordered, pointing at a spot directly beneath the branch.  “It won’t do for my servant to tower above me.”Again her lover complied with her demand.Crossing his wrists in front of his body, the Elf looped one end of her belly chain about them a few times in mock bondage.  Then she wrapped the other end around the branch so that his hands hung raised above his head as he knelt before her.“There,” she coquettishly taunted.  “This is a fitting pose for a slave about to be disciplined by his mistress.”Breathing in deeply, the Knight pressed out his chest.  “Is it to be torture?”“Indeed!” She seductively purred.  “Of the very worst kind!”With that she knelt before him and wrapping him in a fondling embrace kissed him passionately.Her tongue invaded his mouth, softly caressing its counterpart before it began to explore the surroundings completely.  It glided over his teeth, slid along his inner cheeks, and tickled the ceiling with its tip.  Thoroughly she drank her lover’s lips as he returned her ardor! When finally they broke for air, she clamped her mouth about his lower lip and pulling it gently suckled it for a few moments.  Releasing it, the lip elastically snapped back, as its owner stared with wide-eyed longing at his seductive mistress.Standing slowly, the Lady, let her left hand glide up his abs, across his chest, and onto his shoulder.  Then, sinuously ducking under the branch, she slinked behind him, letting her hand slide along his neck and shoulder.  Straddling his calves as they rested holding him on his knees, she let her hands float along his back.  Her left erotically wrapping around his hips slid down to fondle his waking sword, while her right caressed his bottom cheek—occasionally letting her fingers wrap under to tickle his family jewels.Her lips, like burning brands, forged a trail of kisses along her lover’s neck and shoulder as she stimulated his mighty member.  He closed his eyes to enjoy the loving, fondling embrace as waves of pleasure washed over and through him.A resounding smack abruptly threw his eyes open!His nerve ends tingling as a red handprint stung his right rump cheek, he turned to look at his lover in surprise.Smack! Slap! Slap! Three more smarting spanks were delivered with eerie accuracy to his red posterior.“That’s for questioning your mistress!” She mockingly punished her lover.  Reaching in, she nipped his ear.  “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, less I am forced to use…harsher punishment,” she whispered as she began to nibble its ridge.While she tormented his ear, her hands explored his chest and sides, basking in his fine muscular form.  With each nip, nibble, and lick, endless tingling torrents crested and washed across the Knight’s scalp.Finally, his ear red and dripping wet, she released the tormented lobe and stood behind him.  Then letting her shapely calf glide along his back, she slipped a comely foot over his shoulder.  As her calf dangled along his chest her toes teasingly tickled his abs, but only for a moment!  Swiftly she raised her foot across his chest, her calf wrapping his neck, to crest his other deltoid.  Swiveling Escort Anadolu Yakası around his head, she sat onto her knightly lover’s shoulders, with her soft, intimate, lady garden right before his face!“Feast in my garden, but do not let your tongue enter my secret passage,” she commanded as she ran her fingers through her lover’s hair.Smiling, the Knight nestled in between her velvet folds and began to lap his precious peaches and cream, while teasing her tender blooming bud.The Elf, reveling in the ecstasy of his feasting mouth, rolled back her head, sighing and whimpering as her hands press his face fervently into her fertile land.  She let the icy pins and hot needles course throughout her loins and navel as she enjoyed the pleasures of his teasing tongue.As his feasting increased in fervor, the knight entrapped her bloom within his mouth and began to suck heartily as if attempting to draw its mysterious flavorful essence from its depths into his waiting taste buds.Fingers tenaciously ruffling and clutching his hair, his lady lover moaned louder as her blood began to sear and her welling pressure built within.  She reveled in the warming flow from deep within her loins as it suffused across her supple skin.  Her honey leaking from her garden passage, she felt her lover release his suction on her blooming bud, to greedily lap her clean.“Stay focused on my blossom!” she whispered fiercely.His licking tongue obeyed, changing target from his peaches and cream, to flick and lash her engorged floret.“Yes!” she moaned.  “Keep it up!”Alternating between several licks and short sessions of intensely sucking her bud, the Knight built her growing tidal wave of pressure ever higher.  Swirling waves of icy pins shooting across her molten skin, the Lady’s fingers fervently tousled his hair as they firmly pressed his face into her velvet garden.  Her moans grew longer and more labored as the pressure against her dam rose ever higher.  Then her dam burst!Moaning long and loud in erotic rapture, her tidal wave flowed from her loins, as her honey flooded her outer garden.  Her hips and legs trembling in raphsody, clamped about her knightly lover’s head—nearly suffocating him in the process!Indeed he might have passed out if her quivering hips hadn’t suddenly shifted balance, slipping down onto his chest.  As her spasms ceased the Elf clung to the Knight’s head and arms to keep herself from falling back to the ground.For what seemed a while to the knight, as she clung about his neck and head, she breathed heavily as she recovered from her ascension.  At last her senses returned and, realizing the burden she was putting on her lover, she reseated herself on his shoulders.  Once balanced atop again, she arched her back until her hands touched the ground and gracefully lifted one leg followed by the other overhead. They came circling back to the ground as she straightened herself back to her full height.  Despite his neck being mildly sore, the Knight was in awe at her graceful, flexible dismount.“Truly you are a heavenly vision!” he murmured in admiration.She blushed at his compliment, and gently responded, “It seems I got carried away in punishing my servant.  As your mistress must see to your welfare, I shall have to make amends for my oversight.”With that, she stepped in close and turning her back to him, let her voluminous backside slide down his torso as she knelt in front of him.  Once kneeling, she leaned back gently against him as she reached up to wrap her arms around his thick neck.  Turning her head, she gave her bound lover a light kiss.“That’s for staying aloft as I reveled in the pleasure you gave me,” she whispered. “Now please accept my token of gratitude.”With that, she clamped her thighs tightly about his long sword and held them directly against her velvet garden veil.  Her body began to sinuously sway as her perfect bottom slid sensuously back and forth as it undulated up and down—always keeping his mighty member pressed against her dainty intimacy.Feeling his sword pulled along with her dancing hips as her round rump cheeks stimulated his loins and navel was a whole new sensation!  Tingles raced throughout his lower extremities as he basked in the silky smooth skin of her soft, silken backside.  His sword grew harder as her succulent folds caressed its shaft, he felt every minute movement of her hips and thighs as they squeezed and strung it along.Once her dance had greatly aroused her lover’s manhood, the Elf released his captured sword and pirouetted on her knees to face him.“Today has been a fine feast indeed,” she purred as she slowly, sinuously lowered herself.  “Now I’d like my dessert!”Her bottom cheeks coming to rest on her heels, she leaned in and took hold of his meaty member. With a seductive smile, she devoured its head whole and sealed her lips about its shaft.Once again she began to play her wind instrument as her hand twisted and glided along the length of his sword in tempo to each suck of her mouth.  Sometimes pausing her sonata to lick the trapped head within her salivating mouth, she would always resume her playing with increased pitch and speed.Finally, as she felt his manhood begin to quiver and throb, in its final throes before its sweet release, she firmly grasped her lover’s backside.  Swallowing his entire sword, her lips touched his loins.  She felt his nectar squirt and spray down her throat as his manly pearls drained their coveted content.  Only when she felt his shaft dribbling to its conclusion did she draw back to thoroughly suck the last vestiges of his sweet, sticky nectar out of its worn head.

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As far as back as I can remember I never liked Valentine’s Day, I can’t remember not dreading it. From elementary school spending an inordinate amount of time writing out those stupid cards, I didn’t want to buy cards to support the day that I thought was stupid, yes even as a five-or-six-year-old, I was a curmudgeon with thoughts on capitalism, even if I didn’t know the word yet. Sharing the cards in school, I just wanted the day to end. A kid would rarely prefer learning math or spelling to getting to sit around sharing cards and getting candy, but I was one of them.However, if I was in a relationship and the holiday came around, I’d decide this wasn’t a battle worth fighting and would attempt to equal my partner’s enthusiasm for the day, but always dreaded it.Then I started dating Ray, short for Rachel but don’t call her that, who shared my antipathy for the holiday. We spent the first Valentine’s Day we were dating trying to find a video game that we were of roughly equal skill at. She kicked my ass in one; I kicked hers in another; we were of roughly equal skill in some of the anime-esque fighters but shared a mutual distaste for them. Eventually, we found that we could be competitive in one or two of the other.  As such, we played one of those until our thumbs started hurting, switched to a movie or television program to recharge, then back to trying to kill one another in video games.We didn’t even realize it was Valentine’s Day at first; it was just something we wanted to do.Damn good times if you ask me.Fast forward about six weeks to April, and we’re approaching my favorite holiday: Black Day[1] and feelings of worry come over me.If you haven’t heard of Black Day, I’m not surprised. To my probably wrong understanding, it’s only celebrated in South Korea, but it combines three of my favorite things. See according to my, again probably wrong, understanding of East-Asian celebrations of the day, on Valentine’s Day, the chick gives the dude chocolate, then on White Day, March 14th, the dude gives the chick who gave him chocolate a gift or something. Then, a month later on April 14th, if you didn’t receive gifts on either of the previous two days, you eat soup and complain.For many years, this combined three of my favorite things about being alive, being single, complaining, and soup, so of course it was my favorite holiday, and while I would enjoy being single, complaining, and eating soup many days of the year, as I liked soup, April 14th always felt special; and by always, I mean starting in like 2011 when I first read about the holiday.Of course, April 14th felt special as well. For those in the USA, we will remember April 15th as the day your taxes are due.  So April 14th is sometimes ‘Oh Fuck’ Day. Just as special if you ask me. Of course, I always finish my taxes early.Look, if you’ve read almost anything else I’ve posted on this site, you can probably surmise I’m a bit of a weirdo. If this is the first thing you’ve read of mine, go read the other stuff, it’s pretty good, at least I think it is. I’d put links or something here but I can’t figure Bostancı Escort out how, and I think you should finish this story first.So it’s early April, Ray and I are relaxing in her kitchen with some tea, a little too late in the day for coffee, and Ray plays a small April Fool’s day prank on me, she had sabotaged the tea such that the leaves were loose from the bag, at this time unaware that I normally drank loose leaf, only made the tea in bags (re-usable canvas ones naturally) for her benefit.“April Fools!” she practically shouted intermixed with laughter as I spat out some of the leaves.I laughed for a moment, but then shouted “Fuck[0]!” startling Ray.“What? What the fuck? It’s just tea leaves, you’ll be fine,” She sounded a bit upset.“No, it’s not that, it’s just. It’s April, and things are going decently,” an understatement said with a facetious inflection, “which means I can’t celebrate my favorite holiday, maybe second favorite if you count FCBD.”“What’s the holiday, and why can’t you celebrate it?”I then explained Black Day, emphasizing that I was probably bastardizing the holiday. I got accused of cultural appropriation, which we both laughed off.After a long pause before Ray said “We need to break up,” she spoke quickly, almost saying the phrase as one word. I probably looked shocked, “That holiday sounds awesome, and if we’re together we can’t celebrate it. Look we can try to reconcile afterward, but complaining, and soup? You’re a good guy and I like you Leon, but as much as I like complaining and soup? That’s a tough call. Now you’re telling me there’s a holiday that involves it. Come the fuck on, you should have seen this coming.”Truth be told, I did see it coming. Truth be told, if I had planned it, the conversation would have gone exactly like this. I didn’t plan it, but the fact that things were going as they were made me almost wish I had. See, dating someone who didn’t think this was a good idea would mean we didn’t share the sort of absurd way of thinking I had. That would likely mean we weren’t compatible.“I see,” I said, holding back a grin, “Well, to my understanding, there’s a side tradition of it where people go on blind or speed dates, y’know try to capitalize on that,” I trailed off hoping Ray would pick up where I was thinking.Ray pulled out her phone, “Hold on a second, I want to verify that first,” she did a quick search for the holiday and saw that yes, speed dating or singles nights were part of it. “Okay, so we break up now and go on a blind date on the day? Is that what you’re thinking?”I nodded, “Yes, but I think we should pretend to be strangers. We should also take this break-up seriously. If we decide to reconcile, it should be based on our pseudo-blind date. No communication.”Ray pursed her lips for half a second before saying, “I agree. Now pack your shit and get the fuck out of my apartment, I never want to see you again!” failing to restrain laughter at each word.I then proceeded to fake crying, clutching my chest, “I can’t believe you would say that, I thought we were going Bostancı Escort Bayan to be together forever.”“Well you were wrong, now quit crying you wimp, and mail me my shit from your place; I don’t want to go over there and see you,” we were both laughing now.I packed up everything I could fit in my backpack and briefcase and trudged out to my car, pretending to be sad the entire time. She followed me around, her arms crossed over her chest trying to look angry but utterly failing as I cleaned up.I reached for a pair of her clean underwear and asked, “Can I at least take something to remember you by?”“No,” she said sternly, “I don’t want your creepiness near any of my stuff. Get away from those you perv.”The next two weeks passed without incident. We neither called, texted nor spoke to one another. This proved surprisingly easy, even without telling anyone else about our fake-up. We weren’t a couple that spoke or texted every day, to begin with, and we both had plenty of things to occupy our time.April 14th came around I dressed to the nines, by which I mean I wore a clean t-shirt and jeans, and drove to the Ramen joint we had agreed upon at the agreed upon time. I saw that Ray had already gotten to a table and was looking at her watch angrily.I walked over and said, “Hi, Rachel?” I extended my hand for a shake.She frowned; I knew she hated being called Rachel, always Ray, but as this was a first date, I felt I needed to use her full name, “Leon? You’re late. and I go by Ray, not Rachel.”I checked my watch, “I thought we agreed on 6:30?”“We said 6:25,” she said defiantly, lying through her teeth.“Sorry, I thought 6:30, anyway how’s it going?” I asked sitting down.She sighed, “Alright I guess. I just got out of a sort of long relationship, it’s taken me a few weeks to get back into things but y’know how it is.”This was almost word for word what she said when we first met, except that time it was for coffee, not soup. I was five minutes late that time, but it was because of traffic, and I got lost on the way there.I shrugged, “Not really, most of my relationships don’t last particularly long, and I tend to bounce back pretty quickly.”This was almost word-for-word how I replied when we first met. Not a great first impression, I know.“Really? Why don’t things last well with you?”I shrugged again, “Just a general sort of incompatibility I guess. It rarely takes too long to figure out I’m not a match for whomever I meet up with on those sites. Then no hard feelings,” do I need to say it?“So does that mean I should start planning an escape?” She asked sarcastically.“You don’t need to fake an escape, I take no offense if half an hour from now you say ‘fuck off and die’ walk out and leave me with the bill. We’re still strangers who met on the internet, and I’m not one to care what strangers on the internet think of me.”“Wow, you’re just Teflon aren’t you?” she sighed, “I think we’re getting off on the wrong foot. Let’s start with you apologizing for being late.”“Sorry, I got the times mixed up I guess. I could have sworn Escort Bostancı we said 6:30.”“Look, it’s fine, five minutes it happens. I was getting worried you were bailing. I’m also just kind of in a shitty mood, and it’s not fair to take it out on you.” She shook her head.We continued to exchange pleasantries as though we were meeting for the first time before the real fun started, when we began complaining about our exes, as in, each other.“So, the guy I was dating that I just broke up with? So annoying! If we played a game or something, he would never go easy on me. I mean if you’re a hardcore gamer you should go easy on the person you’re facing off with, and maybe even let them win,” she complained.Except she regularly beat me in most titles I hadn’t become psychotically good at.I shook my head sighing, “I know the feeling. My ex never let me pick the music whenever we were together. It sometimes drove me up the damn walls.”Except, my taste in music was painfully limited, electric guitar-driven indie rock, while Ray had a much larger breadth of knowledge and wanted to introduce me to new stuff, which was by my request.“Also, my ex, rarely cooked, and even when he did, it was the same three things; I got kind of sick of it.”Except, I was really good at making those three things, but terrible at almost everything else that required more than one bowl/pot; no matter how hard I tried (and still try) I’m bad at cooking. Also, Ray loved cooking and was typically happy that I could help out with basic tasks.“Plus his taste in décor was terrible. All these posters, it was ridiculous,” she continued to complain between mouthfuls of soup.Except, my posters are awesome; I will hear no argument to the contrary, and most are autographed by the artist to me.“I can’t really imagine both of those,” I confessed.We ordered our soups, splitting the check since it was a blind first date, and continued our complaints about each other in the silly manner above. Though the conversation changed once our meals arrived to the semi-normal borderline nonsensical conversations Ray and I would have as normal. These included things like who would win in a Battle Royale between Bonds (I said Dalton, her Craig,) how many bee stings it would take to kill an adolescent elephant (a lot), and if a Dragon could beat Cthulhu.I’ll spare you those conversations.“I had a lot of fun tonight and I’d like to see you again. I’m kind of busy next week, how do you want to handle it?” I asked.Ray pursed her lips, “Me too, but I’m thinking a bit sooner.”I cocked my head, “How much sooner?”Ray smiled wickedly, “I was thinking about thirty-five minutes at my place. I’ll text you the address.” She jabbed a finger into my chest, “Don’t be late.”If I were into BDSM, I’d probably be deliberately late, but I’m not, I share that because the thought occurred to me on my way to my car from the restaurant. I could probably have gotten to her place in around fifteen-twenty minutes, but in keeping with the blind date/first meeting role-play, I opted to swing by a pharmacy for contraceptives, we had stopped using them a while ago.Despite the diversion to the pharmacy, I still managed to make the trip in less than thirty minutes. I parked, still having the guest pass for her building, and rang the doorbell. I was buzzed in almost immediately and began to start towards her apartment, and knocked on the door.

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11. Chapter — Saturdays pet play

We returned home, showered together, and went to the kitchen to cook something. We officially skipped breakfast. Nate opened the fridge and said he wanted something fast to swallow.

“I will give you something to swallow later, boy; sit down and let me cook.” He smirked at me and reached for the apple behind me.

“Ok, sir.” He kissed me and bit into the fruit, sitting down.

“Can I help you?”

“Sure, hand to me those, boy.” He stood up and reached for tomatoes in a nearby basket.

“You can wash them.”

He laid them down with his apple and wrapped his arms around me.

“You are one hot chef, Richard.”

“And I haven’t started yet. Sit.” I said with a smile

He fucking sat on his knees below me. Just inches from my now-growing cock.

“You want to play now, boy?”

“If that’s ok with you, sir.”

I squatted in front of him, taking his jaw in my palm. “You like this, do you, boy? You crave to be my lusty puppy.” I leaned to his ear and growled in a hungry whisper, “Is your pussy twitching now, boy?”

He looked at me dazed, “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Then this is your place for now. I will feed you as I see fit, puppy.”

I put all the vegetables I wanted to prepare into a bowl, then stepped to sink just enough for him to fit there, so I could still use both.

“Here, boy, I have a bone for you,” I smirked.

He crawled to me, sat just like I hoped, and looked at me.

“Just lick it, boy; I still want you hungry for the main course.” Then I started to peel and wash everything while he licked my now hard cock with his hot tongue.

I stepped away after everything was washed, put it on board, and started chopping it.

“What are you waiting for, pup, come on.” I hadn’t even looked at him but soon felt a licking. I spread my legs.

“Good boy.” I petted his head and pushed my thumb into his mouth, fingering it slowly. “You can play with the balls as well, pup.”

I chopped everything while his tongue licked me. I never had a proper BDSM session like this. I knew enough, I think, but I mostly fucked, and liked verbal sex and hard pounding. This exploration of the dominant and submissive sides was thrilling for me in a way. I could get used to it. Maybe if I survive this here, I will torture him in this way right under Ashley’s proper look-at-my-perfect-catalog-image bedroom while she will be sleeping in there.

“I need to use the stove, boy.” I looked at his leaking delicious cock. I didn’t want to risk burning him or myself. The chopping alone was risky enough, given how hard it is to concentrate on a knife when you want to pound that hungry hole deep and fast instead.

“Stand up and bring me that black box of yours now.”

He stood and went for it with a big smile. I moved to the stove and started cooking. I was starving at this point, but I liked this game of ours.

He came back. I looked at him and showed him a place on the floor behind me.

He sat there with the box. Waiting. I finished what I needed and let it shimmer.

I came to him, opening it up. “Good boy.” I kissed him and bit his earlobe.

I took the lube out along with cock-ring and that vibrator.

“On all four, boy. Show me that cum-hole.”

He did, and I couldn’t bear to lick it deep. I eat at that beautiful asshole pressing my tongue in. He moaned and trusted back on it. With a smack, I sat back behind him. I took a lube and generously applied some into that boy-pussy. Then I took the vibrator.

I attached it to the floor with its suction mechanism and smeared lube over it. As he patiently waited, I placed the rope on his neck. I created a pretty secure collar that won’t choke him and took the rest as a lead.

“Red and Stop. Is that clear?” I looked seriously at him

“Yes, master.”

“Sir, for now, boy, we can get to master later.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Sit, boy,” I ordered. His dick twitched and leaked on the tiles as he squatted above the vibrator and slowly lowered himself onto it. I squatted and put cock-ring on that beautiful specimen of cock.

“Do not cum, boy; I have plans for you.”

“I will try my best, sir.”

“What a good boy,” I said in a Ankara bayan escort growl as I watched him impale that ass on it. I stood up and held the rope above him. “Start it on low, boy.” He shifted a little and did as I told him

“Look at me, boy” His eyes widened. I steered the pot and came back–my dick in front of him. I pulled on the rope to move his head closer.

“Ride it, boy.” He pushed up and went down fucking himself on it.

“Lick my cock while you fuck that pussy.” He gently licked my shaft with every move of his. Up and down, up and down. I loved it, but it was sweet torture, even for me.

“Good boy, now suck it slowly.”

“Good little bitch. Now raise the vibration level for me.” he moaned around my cock as he did so.

“Fuck, that’s a good boy. Keep looking at me, pup.”

I let him do this until my alarm rang.

“Let go, boy, and sit on your knees, hands behind back, and that cock still in your pussy.”

I checked the pot while I heard him find a position. I put the meal on plates. I turned around. He patiently waited, impaled on that thing. His cock made a little puddle on the floor. It was fucking hot.

“Do you wish to eat from the floor or to be fed from my hand, boy?”

“Hand if I may, sir.”

“Take that cock and put it here next to the table,” I said as I laid my plate on the table and sat in a chair. He readied it and sat on it obediently.

“It’s still too hot for me to grab it.” I moved my chair a little closer to him and raised my legs–one on the table, the second on his shoulder.

“Let me feed you with something else while we wait. Can’t let you be hungry.” I leaned lower and pointed my asshole into his face. “Perform for me, boy. Eat it.” He looked at me satisfied, and licked my rosebud.

“Boy, increase the vibrations again.” If I counted correctly, this was just one level below the max. I tilted my head back as he started his masterpiece. This man knew how to fucking eat ass; I should have made him do it all the time.

“Yeah, that’s a good boy, feast on that ass. Fuck, that’s such a good puppy.” I looked into his eyes and rocked on the chair in sync with his licks and the trust of his tongue.

“Suck on it. Yes! Fuck boy, I will ravish you for this. Fuck, more!” I was so close to cumming that it started to be painful, and I loved it. I looked at him all the time, pulling on his leash, pulling him close, and grinding against his tongue.

Then I abruptly pulled on his leash and sat my legs straight. I took a deep breath, pulled him closer, and kissed his mouth deeply.

“Suck on my tongue, boy.” He did gently, and then I kissed him, licking inside his mouth and destroying his swollen lips. He was still sitting on that vibrating dick, and his own cock was jerking and crying all over the floor.

I tried the meal, and it was warm enough to eat but alright to touch; I took a small piece along with the sauce and put it in his mouth.

“Eat my boy.” He licked it from my hand and cleaned my palm and fingers with his tongue.

We then ate like this. I put a bite in my mouth, and while chewing, I fed him. He then cleaned my hand and waited for me to eat another bite. It was somehow empowering and hot. The knowledge of his ass filled with that vibrating cock made it even more desirable. When we finished, I took the plates to the dishwasher.

“On all fours, boy, you made a mess here, come and clean it up.” I showed him the puddles of his cum on the floor. He crawled to each and licked them.

I had never played this puppy role-play before, but I liked it. I’m not sure how often I would like to do it, but once in a while, seeing this built tall man crawl beneath me, I could stand with pleasure.

When he was done, I took him to the living room.

I sat on the couch and took him in my arms. He looked at me with a loving smile as he kissed me.

“That was fucking hot, Richard, thank you.”

“Have you tried something like that?”

“No, you?”

“Not really, but you looked like you belonged on that floor.”

He laughed at that. Sitting on me, his long legs on each side and his hard red dick were grinding into mine.

“So what now?”

“I Escort bayan Ankara want you to cool down.”

“What? Why?” He said hurt

“Cos you too cocky, and you think I will fuck you whenever you show me that boy-pussy of yours. Sit down. I want to spend some time with you, Nate.”

He didn’t look angry or hurt anymore, maybe a bit disappointed, but he sat next to me and leaned on me.

I saw controllers of his Xbox and wished we could play. He saw my look.

“Do you want to play?”

“Yeah, sure, I’d love to.”

“Do you have some co-op or multiplayer?”

“Sure, few, let me take a look.”

He reached for his rope-made collar. “Keep that on for now,” I said. He raised an eyebrow in a smirk but let it be.

We found a game, and we started playing. He was very good at pointing out some game mechanics, which was fun. We spent some time like this. I kept looking at him, so immersed and focused. After some time, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I just looked at him and watched him hungrily. He looked my way and was probably going to ask something when I reached for his collar and pulled on it–kissing him with lust.

“I want to breed that pussy of yours,” I said between kisses as I laid on him. I felt his cock growing and humping against my dick.

“Breed me, sir.”

“This fucking rope, I couldn’t stop thinking how hot you look in that.” I pulled on it.”I want to tie you, boy, and fuck you so hard!”

“Please, sir, do it. I want to be your…” he looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t quite muster up the courage.

“What, boy, tell me.”

“Cumdump” he whispered softly.

“You want to be my cumdump? Just a hole for my cock to use?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Turn around bitch.” I took a firmer grip on the rope and pulled him against the back cushions bending him over it. I scratched his back while thinking about how to tie him up. Then I put his hands behind his back and tied them down the rope from his throat. Quite a lot was still left, so I secured his leg bent next to his side, then threw him on the couch face up and led the rope to another leg that I tied in the same way.

“You look perfect fuck boy. Proper cum dump for my pleasure.”

I twisted his nipples. “Do you like it, boy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You see, boy, I don’t think you have ever thanked me for fucking that slutty hole of yours.”

“Sir?”

“Are you not thankful that I use this tight hole of yours?” I was smearing lube from his hole outside and spreading that sphincter with my fingers.

“I am. Yes, I am.” I bit his nipple. “Thank you, sir.”

“Good boy” I kissed his jaw and pulled him up slightly, leaning against the backside and his ass sticking out of the couch, then I squatted to it and pointed my dick at it.

“Beg for it bitch.” I said, pulling him by the hair and pinching his now-red nipple

“Sir, please fuck me.”

“More,” I growled, pressing the head of my dick onto his hole

“Please, sir, use me; use your hole.”

“More,” I said, putting just dickhead in and taking it out

“Please, sir, I am begging you, breed my pussy. Pound it hard.” He screamed with desperation

“Good, my big rock-hard cumdump. Can you take it?”

“I can, fuck please, sir. Just take me and fill that hole.”

I pressed in hard. He screamed and jerked his body, tied up, unable to move. I rammed it in the second time and started pounding hard and fast, all the while looking at him, pulling his collar for support and now torturing his second nipple as his shaking cock was leaking for attention.

“Fuck! Thank you, sir. Fuck, please, sir, more. Damn. Breed me, sir.”

I slapped him. “Good boy.” I was ramming into him hard. He looked at me, crazy.

“Do that again, sir, please.”

“What a horny slut you are. Such a tight pussy” I slapped him again, leaving my hand on his cheek. I forced my tongue into his mouth as I pounded that hole.

Then his phone started ringing. We both looked that way.

“Please, sir, don’t stop!”

I slapped him again, “As you wish, boy.” With that, I increased the tempo and reached for his phone.

“Perfect timing, your wife is calling cumdump.”

“Sir?”

“You Bayan escort Ankara begged me not to stop. Or was it a safe word?”

“No sir, please just fuck me.”

I slapped him again. “Good boy. Now be a good husband and answer your wife.”

“If you say red, I will stop, but we both know you want this.”

I kissed him hard and deep and braced his hip for support as I started pounding him slower but aiming precisely, straight at his button. He moaned, watched me press answer, and put his phone to his ear.

“Yes?”

I smirked and leaned to his second ear, whispering silently, “You are forbidden to lie.”

He looked at me worried. I started to trust him, caressing that button of his

“No, we are just messing around.” I chuckled; he wasn’t technically lying.

“Yeah, he’s a great guy.”

“No, we spoke about that and sorted it out in a way.”

“No, I took the day off yesterday.”

“I felt I needed it for myself.” He bit his lower lip as if to stop himself from moaning. I enjoyed watching him squirm under me, trying to compose himself as if he was just fucked. I put the phone on his shoulder, and he pressed it with his head to keep it in place. I pulled out and left him on the couch.

“We went for a run and talked about growing up a little; when we came home, he cooked and now just started playing.”

“Game on Xbox honey, it was….. fuck!” At that moment, I came back and pressed the vibrator on max into him and engulfed his cock, and started sucking.

“One second, dear.” He tilted his head, holding himself with everything so as not to scream. His phone slid down his chest.

I took it with my free hand and put it next to his ear with a wicked look.

“Your phone Nate,” I said loud enough to hear

“What?”

“Not sure; I was just surprised with one move Rich pulled.”

“In a way.” I took his dick deep, sucking hard. He wordlessly opened his mouth.

“Sorry?”

“You see, we are kind of in the middle of something; it’s hard to save now.”

He looked at me with a strange look I couldn’t quite figure out.

“Do ‘you’ want to call another time?” Oh, right, I forbid him to lie; she must have asked if he wants her to call another time

He had to move his head away to exhale and was shaking with his mouth open. I could see on his balls he was close.

“What?”

“No, sorry, it’s really intense here.”

“Yeah, ok, do that. Thank you, Ashley; sorry, have a good night.”

“Sure, me too. Bye”

He whimpered as he looked at his phone, ensuring she ended the call.

“You fucker, fuck! Fuck I want to cum! Let me cum!”

He was screaming furiously. I lifted myself off his dick just as he was shaking and about to cum.

I leaned in close, taking his jaw in my hand, looking fierce.

“Thank you, sir. Please, sir, let me cum.” I said to him in a growl

He looked at me, and his dick jerked so hard it left a wet smear on my stomach.

“Thank you, sir; please let me cum.” He corrected himself

I took the vibrator out and filled him with my cock, ramming in.

“You wanted it, so take it fuckboy.”

I looked at him and started pounding his pussy without mercy. I held his hips as I pushed us to the edge fucking him like I had a grudge against him. He was taking it and moaned like bitch in heat. Rolling his eyes and shaking like a madman. His cock was twitching wildly.

“Please, I will come. Breed me, Richard. Fuck. Fuuuck.”

“Come for me, Nathaniel, squeeze that pussy. I am close.”

With that, he came hard. His eyes glued to mine, screaming incoherently and shaking. As he squeezed that tight pussy and I saw volley after volley erupts from his red dick, I crossed the line my balls could bear and filled him up as I was shooting for eternity.

Nathaniel looked like he had been gone for a long time when I came.

I untied him and cleaned his stomach, my chest, and the couch behind him. He looked at his hands covered in red stripes.

“I like them.”

“They look hot, but what will you tell Ashley?”

“She will be in quarantine for two weeks, so we probably shouldn’t do more of them.” His voice sounded sad. “Can you take a picture of them for me?”

“Sure. You could tell me I wanted to take many pictures today.”

“I was lost in the moment, wasn’t thinking.” He smiled at me

“Can I take a picture of the whole body?”

“You can take any picture you like but take my phone and make me one only of them before they fade.”

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I was back at the park bathroom again. It was my second time there in three days. Ever since my first visit, I’ve been coming back every other day. Sometimes I would get lucky and someone who wanted to be serviced or wanted to service would show up and enter the stall next to mine. That first time was about six years ago and everyday since, I’ve wanted cock more and more. The local parks department made it a little more difficult about a year after my first encounter here. Someone had gotten wise as to what was going on here and patched up the gloryhole, unfortunately. I manage though.

This particular evening, I was sitting on the toilet in my normal stall with all of my clothes on the floor in front of me. My dick was hard and slick with precum in my hand and I was taking my sweet time stroking it, waiting for someone to open the stall next to mine. I had been sitting there jerking off for a while. The sun was still out when I came in. It had almost certainly gone down by now. I was just about to finish up and get dressed to leave disappointed when I heard the door open and feet shuffling across the floor to the neighboring stall.

If my cock could have gotten harder, it would have. No one comes into this bathroom this late if unless they want to give someone a load of cum. I heard the door of the stall open and then close. Then I heard the familiar sound of a zipper being unzipped. Looking under the wall of the stall, I saw the feet turn around to face the door and then saw them promptly covered up as his pants were dropped to the floor. I reached my foot out to where it was barely on his side of the wall and tapped the floor a couple of times. He did the same. Once I saw his tap, I stood up and then got down on my knees in front of the gap between the floor and wall then stuck my six inch erect dick under the wall and into his stall.

It took a few seconds for him to do anything. Then I finally felt a hand wrap itself around my my dick. He stroked back and forth causing more and more precum to be released, but into his hand this time. I could tell he was still standing so I stuck my hand under and Ankara bayan escort motioned for him to put his cock in it. I wanted to see it. I wanted to jerk it and suck it and let it fuck me. I also wanted him to do all of those things for me as well though, so I didn’t push my luck.

After some time, he seemed to relax and decided he wanted his dick played with too so he accepted my invitation. I heard him moan as my hand closed around his hard penis. It was still completely on his side of the wall, so I couldn’t see it, but it felt like it was at least eight inches long. I wanted to see it so bad that I started to gently pull him towards me by his cock head. Once the entirety of his penis was on my side of the wall, I could tell that I was correct in my assumption of the his length. I had never seen a dick as long as this guy’s was before.

I quickly returned to gently stroking it once I acknowledged my realization. This realization had me got me so turned on that I immediately felt the familiar tingling sensation in my balls telling me that I was about to cum. I didn’t say anything, but just let it happen. I couldn’t see but, as I grunted and released my load, it felt massive. I had to have covered his hand in sticky, white semen. There was no question of it.

As I was coming down from my orgasm, I pulled my cock out of his hand and he tried to do the same, but I stopped him. I wanted his in my mouth now. I bent over and wrapped my lips around the head of his dick. As I did this, I heard him say, “Oh fuck. I didn’t expect that.”

While I was sucking on this monster of a cock that came under the stall, I reached underneath me and grabbed my own softening dick. Cum was still dripping from the end of it as I bobbed my head forward and back bringing more of his salty precum out onto my tongue. This was just the type of person I was hoping would walk in as I was sitting by myself a few minutes ago.

I felt my own penis start to stiffen up again and let go of it. With my right hand now free and my left holding me up, I reached up and grabbed the shaft of his cock Escort bayan Ankara and started jerking this stranger off into my eagerly waiting mouth. After just a few minutes of this, I heard a knock on his side of the stall wall and felt him start to tense up. Within seconds, my mouth was flooded with his thick, hot cum. I heard a loud moan as shot after shot of semen landed on my tongue only to be quickly swallowed. It tasted so good.

After a few seconds he pulled his dick out of my mouth and back to his side of the wall and I saw him stand up. I was sad to see it go. It was one of the best cocks that I had encountered here so far. I grabbed my own cock and started to stand up as well to start jerking off again and relieve myself of this new erection when I noticed that he wasn’t pulling his pants up, but turning around. A few seconds after that I saw him get back down on his knees facing away from me and start to work his naked butt back towards me.

“Please fuck me,” I heard him say in a desperate voice. It was almost as if he needed it rather than wanted it, and I was all too happy to oblige.

I had come prepared for a fucking, whether I was receiving or giving. I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out a small bottle of sexual lubricant that I usually brought with me on my excursions into this bathroom. I squeezed a little bit onto my erection and spread it around, getting it nice and coated. Then I inched forward toward the exposed hole in front of me and placed my tip at the entrance of it. When I did this I heard an audible gasp, probably from the coldness of the lube. I waited for him to get used to it there and then started to gently push into him.

He was extremely tight. If he’d done this before, it wasn’t very often. As I kept pushing, that initial gasp was all I had heard from him, though. He wanted this enough that he was already enjoying it. I would push it a little and then wait. Then I would push again and wait. I repeated this process until the length of my penis was inside his ass and my groin was making contact with his cheeks. I held it Bayan escort Ankara there for what seemed like an eternity. Partially so he could get used to the feeling of my whole cock inside of him before I started fucking him in earnest, but mostly because I was already about to cum and didn’t want to too soon.

Once it seemed that he had adjusted to it, I started to pull back out slowly. I withdrew until just the head of my cock remained inside him and then pushed back in just a little bit faster than I had pulled out. After that it was a repetitive yet euphoric process of pulling almost all the way out and then thrusting back inside him ever so slightly faster than before. I was quickly beginning to realize that, not only was he the best cock I had ever sucked here, but he was also the best hole I had ever fucked here.

After a while, it seemed he was unable to remain quiet anymore. Who could blame him with the stimulation his prostate must have been receiving. With each thrust in, I could hear him moan and with each withdrawal I could hear his heavy desirous breathing. Wanting to give him as much pleasure as his asshole was giving me just now, as I thrust in the next time, I reached underneath him and grabbed his shaft again. It was leaking precum again and I started jerking it in time with each of my thrusts.

Not long after I started jerking him, I felt his cock tense and start to jerk. As it did, his asshole tensed around my dick. It felt as though it were rippling against my shaft as he unloaded his balls onto the floor below him. His hole was milking my cock and I let it. It felt as though I emptied a gallon worth of cum into his rectum. In reality, it definitely wasn’t that mush after having already cum fifteen or twenty minutes before this. As I started cumming, I thrust in as deeply as possible, rubbing his prostate on the way in and held it there. I heard his loud, lengthy moan as I did this and drained myself inside him.

We stayed there like that for what felt like an hour, but was probably only minutes. He was the first to move, pulling his now flaccid cock out of my hand and standing up as he pulled his pants up. My legs were slightly shaky, but I too stood up. Of course I needed to fully dress myself since I was naked.

As I reached down to pick up my pants I heard him say, “Same time next week?”

To which I responded, “As long as I get to feel that dick in my ass next time.”

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A week later, Dan was on his way home from the office when his phone chirped. Taking it out of his suit-coat pocket, he immediately recognized the number and answered the call.”I’m surprised to hear from you so soon,” he said without preamble.”Disappointed?” came Kelly’s little-girl voice.”Not at all,” he laughed. “I should have said, ‘pleasantly surprised.’ I didn’t think I’d hear from you for a few weeks at least, that’s all.””Well, I have the night free, so I thought I’d give you a call.””Oh? And how did that happen?” Dan inquired, his hand moving to his cock to adjust it as it began to swell.”Mike’s away on business, and my mom and dad have Evelyn for the weekend. They thought I might need a break.””How interesting.””Mmm, and convenient. I guess I do need a break, but what I really need is your cock slamming into me.””Sir,” Dan said, addressing the Uber driver, “Change of plans. Take me to Armitage and Sheffield instead, please.” Returning his attention to Kelly, he said, “How’s five minutes?””See you soon,” she responded and then disconnected the call.Traffic delayed Dan’s arrival at the MacGuire residence. While he sat in the back of the Uber, he wondered what Kelly had in store for him tonight. He had only been with her a few times, but he was quickly becoming obsessed with her. Her lush body was intoxicating, he thought to himself, seeing in his mind’s eye her massive tits smashed into his face, her hairless cunt stroking up and down on his cock. Her face, so angelic and naturally beautiful, belied the slut that underlay her innocent exterior. Her filthy mouth, enhanced by the experiences she so willingly shared with Dan, never failed to thrill him.Dan was pulled from his reverie when the Uber pulled up to the curb and deposited him on the corner of Sheffield and Armitage. He walked the few blocks to Kelly and Mike’s walk-up and rang the doorbell. Before Kelly answered the door, Dan knew he would be greeted by one of two images: the typical Lincoln Park mother, or the slut wife. He didn’t really care which, for each would add a great deal of fuel to the fire already burning between his legs. On this night, however, when Kelly opened the door, he was faced with Lincoln Park mommy, which suited him just fine.Kelly stood there in the doorway, one hand on her hip, one leg bent at the knee and cocked out. Her tits were encased – braless, it appeared – in a mango-colored silk blouse, her ass and shapely legs in white denim jeans. She wore a pair of Mary Jane flats on her feet. A heart pendant hung from her neck, tasteful diamond studs glittered in her ears, and, of course, her engagement and wedding rings flashed on the hand at her hip. She was, in Dan’s estimation, the epitome of the urban professional mom, and exuded an innocent beauty that was unparalleled.The first words out her mouth, however, dispelled any notion of purity: “Ready to pound my cunt?” she asked with a dirty smile, taking Dan’s hand and pulling him into the home.”Not worried about the neighbors this time?” Dan inquired as he kicked the door shut and was led toward the back of the house.With a chuckle and a shrug, Kelly responded in the negative. “Nobody pays any attention to anyone else down here. If we lived in the suburbs, I’d be concerned, but not in the city.” As she led Dan through the first floor of the walk-up, she continued: “Only one neighbor has ever said anything to me, a guy who used to live across the street in one of the apartments. He conned me into fucking him a few times.” She paused for a few seconds. “Not that it really took any effort on his part,” she reflected. “I would have fucked him anyway if he’d asked. But he only lived there for another few months and moved away, and I never heard from him again.””You never cease to amaze me. What a slut,” Dan responded as Kelly pushed him back onto the couch in the television room and climbed up on his lap, her knees straddling his waist and her arms wrapping around his neck.”You don’t know the half of it,” she said, moving her pink-painted lips to nibble on his ear, and then slipping her warm, soft tongue in his mouth.Dan moaned a barely audible “mmm” with that, and Kelly reached beneath her to unbuckle his belt and unzipped the fly. She pulled away and stood up, pulling off his shoes and then his pants, taking his boxers with them. Her eyes shone brightly at the sight of his cock standing tall. Anxious to get it inside her, she quickly kicked her shoes off into the corner of the room and wiggled her own pants and thong down over her trim hips and off her legs. As she climbed back on Dan’s lap, he could see the slickness that had formed on her bare pussy lips, and then felt the heat from them as they made contact with his cock.She rocked her hips back and forth a few times, causing Dan’s engorged cock to course through the slick channel formed by her glistening cunt lips, ensuring that her wetness fully coated the shaft upon which she was about to impale herself. Their shirts were still on, but with Dan’s fingers pulling at her nipples through the silk blouse, Kelly rose up and let the cock penetrate her unfaithful pussy, whispering in Dan’s ear at the same time. “You know what’s really slutty, though?” she intoned, sliding down on the invading cock with a grunt. “Getting fucked by a stranger when you’re on your honeymoon.”***The Four Seasons on Bora Bora is incredible. Not an easy place to get to from Chicago, but fabulous nonetheless. Three days after their wedding, Kelly and Mike boarded an American Airlines flight first-class to Los Angeles and, after a few-hour stopover, on to Papeete, on the tropical island of Tahiti. Their layover there was a bit longer before they hopped a puddle jumper to Bora Bora. The resort had a water shuttle waiting for them, which transported them across the lagoon to the property. Upon arrival and check-in, they were taken by golf cart to their over-water bungalow with a mostly Üsküdar Escort western view of the Pacific Ocean’s horizon.There was not a great deal to do at the Four Seasons, other than rest and relax, but that is precisely what the newlyweds wanted for the first part of their honeymoon. The months leading up to the wedding had been hectic and filled with wedding-related activities and tasks. Stress accompanied all of this, so Mike and Kelly decided that the first ten days of their honeymoon would be spent doing nothing. After this relaxation period, the couple was to move on to Australia for a week.Thus, they spent the first few days on the resort sleeping, eating, drinking, and tanning on their private terrace, only rarely venturing from the confines of the bungalow. After they adjusted to local time – and after they had fucked each other out – they visited the other parts of the resort, and spent time on the beach and at the resort pool. There, they met a German couple that was also on their honeymoon and an older Australian couple that was simply on vacation.Mike and Kelly really hit it off with the Australians, Ian and Stephanie, and even had dinner with them on the fifth night of their honeymoon. The following day, they saw Ian and Stephanie again at the pool and joined them for a few late afternoon cocktails before retiring to their bungalow for room service.After the fuck frenzy of the first few days of the honeymoon, Mike seemed less inclined towards sex, and Kelly often found herself, as they sat by the pool, observing other males – guests and employees alike – as they moved around them. She would see a waiter bringing a drink to someone across the pool from them and wonder if he was a good fuck. Was he adventurous? Did he possess a cunt-stretching cock? Would he spank her and call her names? Kelly’s pussy dampened at the idea.So on the seventh day, with Mike having not fucked her pussy for the last forty-eight hours and bringing his beautiful wife to orgasm only once in the last twenty-four hours, Kelly desperately needed to have her hole plugged. She and Mike awoke around 9:30 and went to the open-air restaurant for breakfast. She planned to drag him back to the bungalow for a quickie before they settled in on the beach for the day. However, as soon as they were seated, Ian and Stephanie entered and saw them sitting alone.”Mind if we join you?” Stephanie asked, in that Australian accent Kelly was beginning to find so annoying.She shot Mike a look that, if he had seen it, would have said, ‘Don’t you dare.’ Unfortunately for Mike, though, he didn’t catch it.”Not at all. Kelly and I just sat down. We haven’t even ordered yet.” With that, Ian and Stephanie sat down and poured themselves cups of coffee, while Kelly’s mind began to sulk.”We really don’t mean to intrude, you know. We know you’re on your honeymoon, but we just enjoy your company so much,” Stephanie explained.”No bother at all, Stephanie,” Kelly responded, hiding her true feelings on that matter. “Mike and I have the rest of our lives together. We’ve been having fun with you.”‘True,’ Kelly thought, but she didn’t want to have fun with them right now. ‘Right now, I want to get breakfast in my stomach, and then cock in my cunt.'”Well, what do you newlyweds have planned for today?” Ian asked.’No cock, apparently,’ Kelly thought wryly.”I wanted to go to Vaitape and check it out, maybe do a little shopping, get lunch, but Kelly would rather lie around again. So…we haven’t decided yet,” Mike said.”Me, too. We’ve been here a few times, but have never made it over to town. Ian never wants to go, so I always miss out.””Well, if you want, you can join us,” Mike offered to Stephanie.”No, no. I can’t do that; I won’t do that. You two need your time.””Nonsense,” Kelly cut in. “Why don’t the two of you go, and Ian and I will stay here and lounge. Since neither one of us apparently cares to visit town.” Mike and Ian both shrugged, and with that, it was settled. If Mike knew that his nonchalance had paved the way for his bride to transform herself into the slut she’d skillfully hidden from him, he may have thought twice before allowing her to stay at the resort alone with Ian. But alas, it was not to be, and Kelly felt butterflies in her stomach.After finishing their breakfast, Mike and Stephanie returned to their respective bungalows, changed, and gathered the things they needed for the day. They returned to the restaurant where Kelly and Ian were finishing their coffee and said their goodbyes. After they left, Kelly and Ian left the restaurant and set up two poolside lounges. Bathing suits on and lotion (or, in Kelly’s case, oil) applied, they lounged away the morning, alternately sleeping and reading books or magazines.Ian couldn’t help but occasionally stare at Kelly from behind his sunglasses. ‘What a body,’ he thought to himself. She was wearing an aqua-blue bikini made from some shiny material that glimmered when she moved. It barely covered her body, tanned as it was from six days of South Pacific sun, giving Ian a full view of her massive tits bulging out the sides. Her nipples were clearly defined by the material that hugged her chest, as was her bare pussy. Once, when Kelly swung around on the chaise lounge to adjust her position, her legs parted and Ian expected to see the telltale bulge of camel-toe. But it wasn’t there. He surmised – correctly it turns out – that Kelly’s pussy was free of pubic hair. The image of the young newlywed on all fours, him fucking her from behind, caused a stirring in his groin. Ian loved his wife, but he’d strayed a few times and would not miss the opportunity to enjoy Kelly’s obscene body if given the chance.At around 1:00, the pool waiter stopped by and asked if they wanted lunch served. After ordering, they struck up a casual conversation about the beauty of the Four Seasons and the South Pacific in general.”I agree,” Üsküdar Escort Bayan said Ian. “I only wish we had booked earlier. It seems every time we fly over here, the bungalows out at the end of the piers are booked. We’ve never stayed in one; we always stay closer to the beach. It’s not bad, but I’d much rather stay way out there.””That’s where we are. I love it, waking up each morning to the sounds of the ocean splashing against the piers. Looking out the window and seeing nothing but ocean. It’s incredible and quiet. And the sunset? I mean…I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. You and Stephanie should come out one afternoon. We can have cocktails on the terrace and order a few appetizers through room service. It’s truly amazing.””Sounds like a good idea,” Ian said as their lunch arrived.After they finished their lunch, Kelly reached into her bag and pulled out her bottle of tanning oil, intending to re-apply. “Rats,” she muttered. Ian looked up from the book he had returned to. “I’m out of oil,” she said to his inquiring look. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. I have another bottle in the room.” Kelly got to her feet and started walking down the beach toward one of the piers that held the bungalows. After a few steps, she turned back to Ian. “Want to go with me? It’s not sunset of course, but the view is still pretty awesome,” she teased in a sing-song voice, tilting her head from side to side.Ian again looked up from his book and, staring at the flat, tanned stomach and bulging tits of the little blonde newlywed, quickly agreed. As he and Kelly padded along the pier toward Kelly and Mike’s bungalow, they were quiet. Ian was simply enjoying the sun and the breeze and the smells, but Kelly’s mind was in overdrive.In fact, she had not run out of tanning oil, but it was the easiest way, she thought, to get Ian back to her bungalow. That part had gone fine, but now her mind was trying to figure out how to get his cock in her quivering cunt. Should she give him a signal and let him run with it? Or should she seduce him? And when were their spouses going to be back? Did she even have time for subtle signals or seduction?These thoughts swirled through her mind as they walked along the pier. Before she could resolve any of the conundrums, they arrived at her and Mike’s bungalow. She keyed the door open and Ian followed her in. She left him standing in the living area, and went into the bedroom, and found a new bottle of tanning oil. When she returned to the living area, Ian was standing at the sliding doors to the terrace, staring out across the lagoon and over the vast Pacific Ocean, his back to her. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” she asked. Ian murmured his assent without turning around.’Fuck it,’ Kelly thought. ‘This is how this is going to work.’ Walking toward the couch and coffee table, she pulled the small triangles of her bikini top to the side, causing her tits to pop out. They bulged up and out, forced together by the tight top, and created a deep cleavage. Her thick, pink nipples quickly hardened in the cool, conditioned air.As Ian continued to stare out at the ocean, Kelly sat atop the glass-topped coffee table and straddled it, placing her feet on opposite sides of the table, spreading her legs lewdly. After pulling the small, aqua-colored triangle aside, exposing her bald cunt, she quickly grabbed the bottle of oil and liberally squirted it against her exposed tits. The oil ran down her breasts and through her cleavage, covering her taut stomach and exposed pussy, and she spread it evenly over the front side of her body with her hands. All in all, Kelly looked like a porn star about to go on set, rather than a newlywed on her honeymoon.”Did I tell you about the glass-topped coffee table?” she said in a sultry voice that barely eclipsed a whisper.When Ian turned around, he was stunned at the vision before him. Her deeply tanned body glistening in the liberal amount of oil that covered it, Kelly sat there on the coffee table, leaning back on her outstretched arms. Her lightly muscled legs were spread wide, exposing her bald pussy. Her back was arched, causing her tan-lined, oily, bulging tits to point to the ceiling. “Jesus Christ,” he said in a whisper.When Kelly beckoned him closer with her manicured finger, Ian walked toward the coffee table, almost tripping over an ottoman that sat in front of an easy chair. As he approached the table, he made like he was going to crawl between Kelly’s legs and fasten his mouth to her cunt. “No, no. Up here,” Kelly said, crooking a manicured finger at him again. Ian walked around the side of the table so that he was standing at Kelly’s side. Her baby-blue eyes staring up at him, her left hand reached out to untie the string that held his bathing suit in place. Accomplishing that, she roughly pulled the suit down so that it fell to his feet. Kelly then let her eyes slowly drop from Ian’s face, down his muscular chest, to the cock she was about to swallow.The sight of the fat cock left the woman trembling and she chewed her lower lip. Her left hand encircling the cock, her pretty pink lips opening in anticipation, Kelly leaned to her right and took half of Ian’s eight-inch cock in her mouth. Moans escaping the seal formed between her soft lips and Ian’s turgid cock, Kelly began bobbing her head back and forth, up and down, eventually engulfing the entirety of the invading phallus. Occasionally, her tongue broke the seal and snuck out, and the underside of Ian’s cock ran along it as he thrust his hips at the beautiful bride’s face. The flickering tongue allowed Kelly’s saliva to escape her mouth, and it dripped from her lips and down her chin; it formed a little puddle on the floor of the bungalow.”My God,” Ian exclaimed. “That feels so fucking good. Keep sucking.” Kelly, for her part, had no intention of stopping just yet, and continued bobbing her head on Ian’s cock, her Escort Üsküdar left hand alternately squeezing then stroking the base of it. She stroked the thick shaft until she felt him about to cum, then squeezed its base to keep the cum from filling her adulterous mouth.After about five minutes of Kelly’s sloppy blowjob, Ian abruptly pulled his cock from between her glossy lips. A thick rope of saliva and pre-cum hung between the woman’s lips and Ian’s cock, which quickly snapped, falling across Kelly’s oil-slicked right breast and running down her body and between her legs. Her lips and chin were shining in saliva, and it dripped from the tip of Ian’s cock and his balls. “You don’t like?” Kelly whimpered in a deliberately subservient voice, her eyes looking shyly up at Ian.After catching his breath, Ian responded, “No, no, no, I definitely liked it. But I couldn’t take much more. I want to fuck you,” he said, pulling Kelly off the table and onto the couch. When her back hit the cushions of the couch, Kelly quickly raised her legs in the air and, reaching a hand between her legs, spread her slick pussy lips with two manicured fingers; a third rubbed at her engorged clit. Ian, well aware of the desperation in Kelly’s eyes, bent his knees so that his cock approached the opening of Kelly’s unfaithful pussy. “Slow or hard?” he asked.”I don’t care,” Kelly breathed, anxious to feel the penetration that was coming. “Just stick it in and fuck me!””Slow or hard?” Ian repeated, dragging the purple head across Kelly’s hairless cunt lips and up to her clitoris. When no answer came, only the slutty bride’s pleading look, Ian gripped the base of his cock and roughly beat the head of it against Kelly’s clit, causing her to whimper and jump in desperation. At the same time, she arched her back to get at the string behind her back. Finding it, she pulled hard and, feeling the knot release, pulled the bikini top from her giant tits.”Hard, then! Fuck me hard!” Without waiting a beat, his hand still grasping the base of his cock, Ian forcefully pushed into Kelly’s sopping cunt, sinking half the length of his cock into her overheated and dripping cunt. Kelly’s eyes bugged out some, and air rushed from her lungs, followed by a groan. “Oh my God. Jesus Christ. A little slower,” she managed to get out, placing her hand on her firm stomach, her slender fingers splayed out, as Ian began to withdraw and then penetrate her again.But Ian was having none of that. “You said ‘hard,’ sheila. You’ll get it hard,” he grunted as he continued splitting Kelly’s married pussy. By now, his shaft was fully lubricated by her cunt juices, and it slid smoothly and evenly in and out of the little wife’s cunt, hindered only slightly by the rubbing of the pulled-aside bikini bottom. Ian set a rhythm and began pounding Kelly’s cunt with swift but deep strokes, his hands gripped tightly to her trim waist.Ian looked down at the sight before him and groaned at his luck. His eight-inch cock was fucking in and out of Kelly’s tight, well-oiled, bald cunt. Her eyes were screwed shut, and her head was tossing back and forth, small moans escaping from her throat. She was muttering under her breath, but Ian couldn’t make out what she was saying. All the while, the force of his impact against her caused Kelly’s massive tits to wobble wildly atop her chest. This must have caused her some discomfort, because after a few minutes, she brought her manicured hands up and pushed her tits together, stabilizing them.Maintaining his pace, Ian leaned down to take a thick, hard nipple between his lips. He couldn’t resist the impulse. This little slut looked so fucking sexy with her oversized tits pushed together, shining with the tanning oil, capped with the thickest, longest nipples he had ever seen. Taking a nipple between his lips with light suction, he heard Kelly hiss, “Yesssss, suck it.”Moving to the unattended nipple after a minute or two of lashing at the first, Kelly pulled his face hard into her tit as soon as Ian’s lips had attached to it.”Harder, Ian, suck my nipple harder!”Ian complied, wallowing in the sensation of his cock burying itself in Kelly’s cunt and her thick nipple in his mouth, feeling the heat coming from the tanned, lithe body splayed beneath him.”Bite it, come on, Ian, keep going,” Kelly said in a hoarse whisper.Ian again complied, taking Kelly’s left nipple between his teeth and lightly nibbling.”Harder, bite my nipple harder,” she whimpered.Ian’s teeth gained purchase on the nipple, and he could feel the flesh of it compress between his teeth. In response, Kelly began fucking back at his invading shaft and a throaty growl emanated from her pretty, innocent-looking mouth. Her breathing increased, coming in short gasps, and Ian continued fucking that cock deep into her cunt. His teeth parted some to decrease the pressure on Kelly’s abused nipple, causing her to immediately freeze her return thrusts as her eyes snapped open.”Noooo!” she cried out. “Keep biting me, I fucking love that feeling,” she sobbed. “Come on, Ian; treat me like a fuckin’ whore. Keep fucking my little cunt, and bite my nipples…harder…harder…yessssss, that’s it,” she moaned as Ian’s teeth once again clamped down on her left nipple. Ian was afraid of drawing blood, but he maintained constant pressure on Kelly’s nipple, while at the same time increasing his penetration of her sloppy cunt.Prodding him along, Kelly used the heel of one of her feet to pull Ian deeper into her soaking-wet cunt, kicking him relatively hard in the ass. The kick caused Ian to inadvertently slam his cock in her waxed cunt to the hilt, but also to bite harder on the now-raw nipple that sat atop one of Kelly’s magnificent tits. The effect sent Kelly over the top. Letting out a loud moan, her hands went to the back of Ian’s head and pulled it tighter to her chest; there was no way that that nipple was escaping his mouth. At the same time, her thrusting at Ian’s cock increased, her narrow hips jerking against him, trying to swallow that cock. Soon, the orgasm ripped through her guts, her head lolling back and forth against the cushions of the couch. “Oh, fuckkkkkk,” she hissed. “I’m…I’m cummmminggg. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck.”

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Lockdown has not been a good time for sex. So a trip to an empty office provided some fun. It was a Thursday afternoon, Jaq was feeling horny and wanted to fuck in a different environment.After a short discussion, we decided to take a drive over to the office where Jaq worked. The idea was to have a little sexy play while the office was empty. The office was in a block of serviced offices. Nany different companies had offices there.We arrived in the car park. We were surprised to see a few other cars parked. Although the reception was closed, twenty-four-hour access was permitted. Jaq’s office was on the third floor. We made our way up without Ümraniye Escort seeing anyone else. We did notice a few lights on as we walked along the corridor and let ourselves in.Jaq had dressed for the occasion, in a short navy blue skirt, low cut top, stockings and high heel shoes. I was feeling very horny as I kissed Jaq and felt under her skirt. She had no knickers on and her hairy pussy was very wet. I slipped two fingers into her sopping gash as we kissed, pushing her back onto a desk as I did so.With her skirt pushed up around her waist I sank to my knees, using all my oral skills. Jaq was becoming loud as Ümraniye Escort Bayan she reached her first orgasm. Jaq said that there was a bottle of wine and some glasses in one of the cupboards. I fetched the wine and the glasses and poured us both a glass. The Malbec was smooth as we sipped it. Jaq had a dirty look in her eye as she finished her wine.I glanced towards the door. I could see two guys looking through the glass panel. I told Jaq, this just made her hornier. Jaq removed her top revealing her tits and swollen erect nipples. Holding them, she encouraged me to suck them. Jaq decided that she would Escort Ümraniye put a show on for the guys peering through the window, placing the wine bottle on the floor. I watched as Jaq squatted over the bottle and let it slip into the wet folds of her wet pussy, sinking down until the bottle almost disappeared.I quickly released my swollen cock, Jaq deep throating me while she rode the bottle. Jaq asked if the guys were still there, I assured her that they were. Before I knew it, she had waved them into the office.The two guys appeared, a little sheepishly. Jaq reassured them and they were soon displaying large cocks from the fly of their trousers. Jaq was still impaled on the bottle as she sucked my cock as the guys looked on. Jaq had said on the way that she wanted me to cum over her face and tits. I let Jaq know as I was about to cum. Releasing my cock from her mouth, I stroked until I shot a huge load over her face and tits.

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Life could be so perfect, if only these moments with Mistress could last forever. Escaping into the sanctuary of her arms is always the highlight of every day, but this day is even more special to me, because I’ve just accepted Mistress’s last name and will now be known in the sissy universe as Mandy Parker.Okay, I realize that by giving me her last name, she’s continuing to systematically destroy every shred of masculinity I ever had, but I don’t care about that anymore. Considering how pathetic my life as Mark is going these days, why would I even want to be anyone other than the sissy known as Mandy Parker?Like today at work, when because of my own negligence, I was up against a deadline and feverishly working to get this contract out on time. I would’ve been in really deep shit if Janine, one of our secretaries, hadn’t already done most of the work that I was supposed to do on it last week.We were going over it in my office, when in what seemed like an innocent observation on her part, Janine noticed some mascara that I apparently didn’t get off in the shower. I don’t know why she’d even notice something like that, let alone point it out, but I went into a state of absolute, fucking panic when she did.Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as I squirmed to make up a flimsy lie to explain it. When she left my office with that smirk on her face, I just knew she didn’t believe my pathetic excuse. It scared me as I sat there, thinking about how dangerously close she is to discovering my sissy secret.For now at least, I’ve escaped all that, safe between Brenda’s legs and feeding on her pussy like it’s candy. Lost in this dreamy sea of sissy tranquility, I can’t possibly contemplate how she’s using her pussy to win my trust and break my will. She knows she’s got me where she wants me when she asks me to sit beside her, and I just keep licking like I don’t even hear her.”Well, Miss Mandy Parker…?” she says as she tightly clamps my head between her legs. “Are you going to keep licking my pussy all night, or are you going to come up and sit beside me like I asked?””Oh… umm… sorry, Mistress, I should have immediately obeyed you.””Understandable, my sweet, but come sit with me now. There are things we must discuss.”I forgot how slutty I’m dressed as I greedily fed on her like a pig at the trough. But I realize it now, with the water balloons in my bra cups pulling on my shoulder straps, and my feet not knowing how to move in these seven-inch platform heels. Once I clumsily get to my feet, I struggle to pull my micro mini-skirt down to at least cover my ass.”It won’t pull down, honey,” Mistress laughs as I sit beside her. “I had you dress this way for a reason.””May I ask what that reason is, Mistress?””You may, Mandy Parker. You’re dressed this way because I didn’t get any pictures of you eating pussy yesterday. So when Sherry gets home, I want some of you licking her… dressed like a slut.””I’ll like that, Mistress!” I say with giggles. “May I ask where Sherry is?””Sherry has a doctor’s appointment.””Why…? Is something wrong with her?””No, dear, nothing’s wrong. She’ll explain it to you when she gets home. Right now, I think you should turn on your new phone.””Oh, yeah…! I almost forgot about my brand new, very own… sissy phone!””Well, Mandy Parker, turn it on. Let’s see what’s in that sissy phone of yours.”While I wait for it to come on, I can only imagine what Mistress has already downloaded into my phone as I stupidly count all the pretty red hearts on the pink case.”Aaagh!” I giggle excitedly when the screen lights up. My new name, Mandy Parker, is in big, fancy letters. And behind that is a picture of me in a sexy pose they took yesterday, wearing my pale-pink baby doll nightie!”Oh, Mistress!” I laugh. “Now I have to see myself every time I turn it on!””It’s intentional, darling. Every time you use your phone, you’ll see what a sexy sissy you are. You do look hot, do you not?””Yeah…” I giggle, “I’d fuck me in a second!””And so will every sissy-lover I show Şerifali Escort your pictures to. Do you think you’re about ready for me to send you on a date?””I’m not sure, Mistress, but if you think I’m ready…””I’m first going to loan you out to a female friend of mine. Remember Virginia, the lady at Victoria’s Secret?””How could I forget her? She was so nice to me when we were looking at training bras.””Well, she has the same special needs that I have, and when I told her how well you’ve been acquiring the taste for nectar, she practically begged me to let her borrow you. I promised her she could, because I know you’d probably love to take care of her need like you take care of mine. Am I right about that?””You’re always right about everything. I’ll do my best to please her, but do you really think I’m ready to do this?””I wouldn’t give you to a lover I’ve had for many years if I didn’t think you could take care of her need. Now, you still have much to learn about the fine points of cunnilingus, but after what you’ve been doing for me in the shower, I think you’re quite ready to pleasure my lady friend.”I’ve already told Virginia I’ll bring you to Victoria’s Secret Friday night just before they close. She’ll take you home with her from there.””Will I have to get dressed up?””Don’t ask such silly questions. You know you’re an everyday cross-dresser now, so always assume that you’ll be dressing extra special on dates. For a reward, you’ll be happy to know, I’m taking you to see Cheryl to have your titties pumped up before I deliver you to Virginia.””Oh, goodie…! I love pumped-up sissy boobs!”Fuck… why am I getting goosebumps all over?~~~~~”What’s all this excitement about pumped-up boobs?” Sherry comes shuffling into the living room.”Hey, Sher…” Mistress says, “we didn’t hear you come in. What did my doctor say?””Wow, I really like her! She understands a woman’s concerns more than my old male doctor ever did. She ran some tests and everything came out fine, so I’m going in next Wednesday to have it done.””Having what done?” I ask.”I’m sorry, Mandy, I should have already told you. I’m having a tubal ligation operation.””What’s that? Is it bad?””No, it’s not bad. I’m just having my tubes tied so I’ll never get pregnant.””Why? I can’t get you pregnant.””Silly sissy… I know you can’t, but the black guys I’ve been sleeping with certainly can.””But you’re on birth control.””Sweetie, no form of birth control is one-hundred percent reliable. The only thing that scares me about sleeping around so much, is that I’ve always got little spermies swimming around inside me. If just one of those teeny things ever hooked up with one of my eggs, I’d be royally fucked with an interracial pregnancy, which would probably get us disowned by our racist parents.””Yeah, you’re definitely right about that. My mom’s not so bad, but my asshole dad is a bigger right-wing racist than your parents are. Is the operation hard?””No,” Brenda breaks in to say, “I had it done when I was twenty-two. It’s the best option for women like us who aren’t cut out to be mothers. And it’s a lot more fun for the girl if she doesn’t have to worry about a pregnancy.””Brenda’s right, Mandy. I’ll feel a lot safer with my boyfriends when I know I can’t ever get pregnant.””Do you want me to get off work so I can take you to the hospital?””No, Brenda will take me. We can’t afford to have our parents even suspecting anything about this. That’s why I went to Brenda’s doctor. We should both go there from now on. She’s very liberal-minded, like us.””Mandy Parker will be seeing her in the future, I’m sure,” Brenda says.”Oh…?” Sherry giggles. “So Mandy… Parker is living with us now?””Yeah…! Mistress offered me her last name, and I accepted. She owns me now.””Ha…!” Sherry laughs. “She’s owned your sissy-ass since day one, and you know she has.””So…? She owns me more now… and look… she even gave me my very own sissy phone!””Very nice, slut-girl. A special phone to text with all your sissy Şerifali Escort Bayan girlfriends.””You know Marci’s the only sissy I text with.””Yeah, only Marci right now, but I’m pretty sure you’ll be having more.””Let’s look at the pictures in your phone,” Brenda then suggests.”Geeez…” I gasp when I see dozens of pictures of me, “how many pictures did you load in here?””Just all the ones we took yesterday. Go ahead, look at the pretty slut you’ve become.””Ohhh… Nooo…!” I giggle as I gawk at some of the dirty poses I did for them yesterday. “I can’t believe this is me!””It damn-sure is you, Mandy Parker. That hot sissy girl you see is your true self, the person you were always meant to be.””Oh my God! I’m going to have to text Marci about this!””You can text her after I get some pictures of you licking Sherry.””Oooo…” Sherry squeals, “am I going to be in Mandy’s pictures?””Just your twat,” Brenda laughs. “I want to get a few of her eating you out while she’s dressed like this. After dinner, we’ll take a few more in our bedroom… because Mandy Parker’s gonna sleep with us tonight.””Oh, that should be fun!””Since she’s been such a good girl, I promised our slave an orgasm tonight.””Will it be from a blow job or a fuck?” Sherry laughs. “I’ll do either.””Neither. I’ll be giving her a sissy orgasm.””Fun, fun, fun!” Sherry giggles as she shimmies out of her panties. “Okay slut-girl, start licking… slave!””Yes, ma’am!” I say as I eagerly get on the floor to lick my second pussy tonight.”Mmmm… yeah,” Sherry moans as I work my tongue into her slit. “Get a video of this, Bren.””Rock those hips for me, babe,” Brenda coaches. “Fake it if you have to. When we get her in bed later, you won’t have to fake it. Our sissy slave will lick us out good!””Oh… fuck…” Sherry moans when I suck on her clit, “I’m not faking it. This little slut is already warmed up!””She should be warmed up,” Brenda chuckles, “she gave me three orgasms before you got here.””Damn, Mandy,” Sherry says as she pulls my head into her cunt, “what a lucky girl you are to have two pussies feeding you.””I know… all I need now is a big cock!””No cock for you, Mandy Parker,” Mistress laughs, “you get nothing but pussy this week.””I’ll take it!” I say as I’m rubbing my face in Sherry’s snatch.~~~~~”Holy fuck…!” Sherry exclaims to Brenda afterwards as they go into the kitchen to start dinner. “What got into that little bitch? She’s never eaten me out like that.””Amazing what a last name will do for a sissy’s mindset,” Mistress chuckles.”Geez… I guess so…. and she didn’t bitch about having to wear that ridiculous outfit?””Nope. She put it right on, and she even got the platform heels on by herself. The final phase of completely breaking a sissy’s will is when she accepts the name of her owner as her own, so the more she hears us calling her Mandy Parker, the faster she’ll accept it as her permanent name.”And once the testosterone blockers we’re feeding her kick in, she should become very docile. She probably won’t even want to think much for herself anymore, and that’s when the real fun begins.””Damn… this is working out just like you said.””No surprise to me, honey. The first time we went to bed and you told me about your wimp husband, I had a very good feeling about us.””God, I love you, Bren,” Sherry throws herself into Brenda’s arms, “letting you take me to bed was the best decision I’ve ever made!”~~~~~I see them making out in the kitchen as I go into my bedroom to get Marci’s number off my other cell phone. Every time I see them kissing like that, I’m just amazed at how Sherry’s blossomed into such a fine, sexy woman since she’s been with Brenda. It makes me even more anxious to get in their bed and eat them out while they kiss!My little clitty’s so excited as I send a text message to Marci. We usually text later at night, so I sure hope she answers me.’Hey, sissy-sis,’ I type on my phone, “it’s Mandy. Are you home?’I’m nervously waiting a minute or two for a reply, Escort Şerifali but then she answers.’Mandy? Is that you? This is a different number.”It’s me… Mistress bought me a new sissy phone!”Whoa…! That’s rad, babe. Things must be going well for you.”Very well! And guess what? I got my nipples pierced!”No… did you really?”Yeah, last Friday night. I got a belly ring, too!”I gotta see! Do you have the Facetime app on your phone?”Yeah, I have it, but I don’t know how to do it.”I’ll do it. You just hang up and accept my request when it comes up, okay?”’Got it.’A minute after hanging up, I see the Facetime thingy appear, and luckily, I push the right button.”I see you!” Marci giggles.”I see you, too! This is way beyond cool!””Yeah, we should do this every night when I’m not out on a date.””I can’t do it tonight, cuz I’m sleeping with my two Mistresses.””Shit, you lucky bitch! You’ve got two women, and I’ve never even touched one.””If you want some pussy, I’m sure Sherry will give you a piece next time we get together.””I’d like to, if Master will let me. He wants to keep me a homo, which is just fine with me.””You gotta try pussy… it’s really good.””I hope to find out one day. Show me your tits. I wanna see your piercings.””Okay, just a sec. I got a c-cup bra on, and there’s water balloons in the cups.””You crazy sissy! Water balloons…?””Yeah, Mistress put ’em in my bra. They feel kinda neat when they jiggle.””Prop your phone on a pillow, so I can watch you strip.””Who’s the crazy sissy? You think I’m gonna do a strip-tease for you?””C’mon… do it for me. It’s not like we’ve never slept together, you know.””Okay, I’ll do it, just for you.”I don’t realize that Brenda and Sherry are standing outside my door, listening to everything we’re saying.~~~~”This is so funny,” Sherry whispers to Brenda, “they’re talking like I used to talk to my girlfriends when I was fifteen!””Now that we’ve completely broken her,” Brenda explains, “Mandy’s mind should regress back to an immature, teeny-bopper mentality. We want her brain to get permanently stuck there, so we can mold her into anything we want. Marci’s perverted little brain is already stuck in teenager mode, so she’s the perfect nympho role model for Mandy to have.””Oh look!” Sherry peers through the crack in my door. “She’s doing a strip-tease for Marci!””Now ain’t that cute?” Brenda laughs. “Two little sissy sluts showing off their cute little pierced titties. Just what we want to see. Let’s leave these two ‘pre-teens’ to themselves. Things are progressing very nicely.”~~~~~It’s so much fun playing with Marci on Facetime! As I’m taking off my top, she’s taking hers off at the same time. But she can’t match me when I hold a water balloon-filled c-cup in each hand and jiggle them for her. I’m so glad I’m a sissy now, because otherwise, I wouldn’t be having fun like this at all.”Take off your bra,” Marci giggles. “Show me your tits, you whore!””You’re more of a whore than I am!””Jealous…?””Maybe.””Don’t be. You’ll be catching up soon. I told you that you were going to be one, didn’t I?””You did, and maybe you were right.””I know I was right. Every sissy who gets brought to the Laguna d’Amour sissy resort ends up a whore.””I got a whore date this Friday night.””Are you gonna get pumped full of cum?””Nope. Eat your heart out, homo-girl, cuz my date’s with a woman. I’m getting poooo-seeeee!””Fuck…! Not fair… you bitch! Shut up and show me your god-damn tits!””Okay… here goes.”I can’t stop laughing as I unhook my strap and let my bra fall away.”Oooo… I just love your nipple rings!” Marci swoons. “I kinda wanted rings, but Master wanted me to have posts.””I wanted posts like yours, but Mistress chose rings for me.””Well, we don’t get to choose. It’s whatever our owners decide for us. But I like it when I don’t have to think, cuz I’m not too good at it. Sex is all I ever think about.””I’m getting that way. I hate my job. I really suck as a man.””I did too. I’m so much happier being Master’s sissy, cuz he does all my thinking for me.””I know. Someday, I hope…””Someday you hope what…?” Mistress suddenly appears in my bedroom.”Oh… nothing.””Hi, Marci,” she says into my phone.”Hi, Mistress Brenda. Me and Mandy are having loads of fun!””I see, but it’s time to end this call. Mandy has to eat dinner now.”

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I was off on a Thursday night so I thought I would go check out the local bathhouse, when I pulled up I knew it was not busy whatsoever. One car in the lot, but I did not care I would enjoy the amenities, I went in paid and got a room. I got in the hot tub, a few guys in there, not really my type but I would play with them if need be.

This handsome young man walked by but kind of gave me the look of not interested old man, fine his loss. I lay there in the tub totally relaxed, this would be just what my body needed after a long day of tedious work.

Young guy walked by a few more times but I really did not give him a second look, he had his type and I had mine. Not that I would not rock his little world but I was not about to beg for it. He walked up to the tub and was about to come in and join me.

He has a great body, tight, muscular, hairless except for his upper chest which he trimmed down, his balls shaved smooth like his ass. His pubes trimmed in a triangle of sorts, he smiled at me as he took a seat on the other side of the tub.

I smiled back but did not really pay any attention to him, he had made it clear I was not what he was looking for with his first look at me, so I was not about to push myself on him. I lay there across from him legs spread cock soft but ready to rise to the occasion.

His foot brushed my own, his foot travelled up my calf to my knee cap, his foot made its way to my thigh then my cock. He gently pressed his foot into my now semi erect cock, his foot slid along it and slowly made me hard. I held his foot with my hand and gently jerked my cock with the arch of his foot.

I was now rock hard and Ankara bayan escort ready, my cock wanted more than a foot job, I wanted that ass, I wanted his mouth to swallow my cock. I would feed him multiple loads of my cum in both of his tight holes. He saw the look on my face he knew I wanted to take this elsewhere.

He stood up his cock fully erect I would guess he was about five by four maybe five, a nice cock for sure. He pulled me to my feet and stared at my own eight by six, his hand on my cock, I made my way out of the tub and into the shower, he came in with me and soaped me down.

He paid special attention to my cock balls and chest, I soaped him up all over mostly his cock balls and that ass. He looked me in the eyes and pulled in towards me, I placed my hand at the back of his neck, my other hand around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

My lips envelloped his, I pressed him to the wall his chest to my own, the air escaping as my own body pressed into his. He wrapped his arms around my neck, this young man needed to be kissed hugged and made love too. He and I made out in the shower for quite some time, I pulled back and shut the water off.

He and I dried each other off then he took my hand and guided me to his room, he had a large room, with a bigger than bed. I pulled off his towel and threw my own on the floor, he went to shut the door but I told him to leave it open.

He gave me an odd look like why, but I wanted people to watch us, once I started to fuck him I wanted another cock for his to swallow and drink another man’s cum. I grabbed his neck in my hand and pulled him in for Escort bayan Ankara a kiss. His arms around my chest I controlled his every movement, I gently laid him on the bed and laid on top of him.

He lay there so vulnerable, but yet so ready to do what I asked and told him to do. He and I lip locked, he tried to grab my cock but I laced my hands into his and held his arms out tight.

“Son you will do as I say, you are not to touch anything I do not tell you too, that includes your own cock, balls and ass. I own you right now and you will be mine for the next few hours.”

He went to say something about being late for a previous engagement but I held my palm over his mouth.

“Only speak when I say you can Son.”

He nodded his head and lay there not moving even a finger, I released his hands and he tried to pull his hands back. I stared at him and he slowly put his hands back in place, I leaned in and kissed him, first his lips then his neck, to his earlobes down his neck to his chest, to his arm pits, I worked his nipples then down his ribs to his stomach.

I past his cock down his legs to his pretty feet, I licked and sucked his toes, then up his legs to his thighs to his balls. I sucked in his balls and held them there, my tongue lapping at them, his cock pumping out precum. I released his balls and ran my tongue along the shaft of his pretty hairless cock.

I sucked his knob in and licked away all the precum he had produced, he was going crazy his cock ready to shoot a load of cum inside of me. I let go of his cock then lifted his legs and there it was, so perfect, so pink and so ready Bayan escort Ankara for me to ravage.

I had him hold his legs so I could spread those cheeks and admire that beautiful ass hole. He was anticipating me to do something, anything. He was very impatient, always in a hurry to give or receive pleasure.

I spit on his hole and then ran my tongue over it, he inhaled and held the air in, I was driving him crazy. He had no idea I was just starting, there was so much more I would do for him and to him. I softly ran my tongue along his ass crack, his skin so smooth and so soft.

I kissed his hole then pressed my tongue to it, he opened up and let me in, I ran my tongue along the edge of his ass hole. He was going crazy, at one point when my tongue was inside he screamed out loud, this got the attention of everyone in the building including the guy working the front desk.

I continued to rim that hole of his, getting more and more tongue inside of him each time, I tongue fucked the boy till he was sweating and begging me to put my cock inside of him. I shook my head so he knew he was not allowed to talk or ask for anything.

I would never tire or this hole of his, I pulled my tongue out and shoved my index finger inside of him, I worked his prostate then fingered him, soon I had the second finger in. He was squirming and had this look of ecstasy, he looked like he was high.

I pulled both fingers out and shoved my face back into his hole, my tongue dove in and he screamed once again, wait till I had my cock inside of him he would be going crazy. Two guys tried to come in but I told them this was a private party of only two, but I would need another cock to shove in his pretty mouth once I started to fuck that pretty ass of his.

The two guys both wanted to shove their cocks in him, who knows he just may get two in each hole at the same time. I pulled him up off the bed and I took his place, he would show me his oral skills.

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Disclaimer: This story is a gay authoritarian fantasy. No part of it is based in fact, and none of the characters are intended to resemble real persons, living or dead. It features a domination/submission relationship between two consenting men above 18. If this type of content is offensive to you or illegal in your area, or if you are under the age of 18, please do not proceed.

The following morning, after the exhausting evening I had spent at my now-master Garrett’s feet – where he essentially gave me a glimpse to his world of obscenity and lewd sexual desires – I was sound asleep in my assigned room.

“Get up, shitstain.”

Awakened by a smack so mighty that it knocked my skull off the edge of the bed, I opened my eyes to the sight of his totally naked body, with Garrett’s monstrous balls and soft, foreskin-shielded cock dangling above my face.

“What time did I tell you to wake me up?”, he yelled, with an increasingly aggressive tone.

I looked at the clock on my left to see that it was already 08:20.

“Sir, I’m so sorry, Sir. Sir, I slept in, Sir,” I shrieked, getting down on my knees.

“Point my cock at your bed, you good-for-nothing cum dump, and make sure you get some on your pillow.”

“Sir, please don’t do that, Sir. Sir, I’m begging you, Sir,” I pleaded, bowing my head to kiss Garrett’s giant, hairy feet.

With an effortless kick, my skull was mercilessly banged against the bed frame.

“I’ll tell you what, brown-noser. You repeat what you just said while kissing my asshole, and I’ll consider it.”

Knowing that I could potentially spend my next eight hours of sleep on a wet mattress reeking of Garrett’s urine, I rushed to press my face into his dirty, never-shaved asscrack, pucker my lips, and give his filthy butthole the deepest, most affectionate kisses I could come up with.

“Sir, please don’t wet my bed, Sir.”

My voice was on various levels of obscurity, as I moved my lips between different corners and depths of his absurdly damp buttcrack…

“Sir, I’ll make sure to wake up earlier next time, Sir.”

…which must’ve created a hilarious sound effect for him, no wonder he was tittering the whole time.

“Go lower, pussymouth.”

Obeying, I dragged my lips just below his asshole.

“Lower.”

My lips reached the densely-haired point where his taint met his asscrack, and my nostrils were now stuck to his awful-smelling butthole.

“Sir, I have nowhere else to sleep, Sir,” I begged between the breaths.

He must’ve gone for a long run before waking me up, because the level of humidity of his buttcrack was unusual. Not only was my entire face soaked in his warm sweat, but it was dripping from the chunky hairs above onto my nose. I found myself cringing at the harshness of the scent.

“Sir, please have mercy on me, Sir.”

I was so busy attempting to breathe through Garrett’s overpowering odor that I wasn’t expecting what was coming. His asshole erupted with an offensively loud and sturdy fart that continued to vibrate around my nose for two seconds straight. The intoxicating stench was pure sulfur with a rich protein essence, which was less than surprising considering the amounts of meat that he consumed on a daily basis.

Too scared to piss him off again, my only choice was to allow every molecule of his fart to travel through my nasal passage. When it ended, I fell to the floor, dry-heaving, so repulsed I could throw up, with no escape from the sound of his laughter.

“That felt good,” he remarked, adding insult to injury. “I’ve wanted to do this to you ever since you moved in, and it most definitely won’t be the last time.”

It made my flesh creep to learn that I was going to undergo this experience again, probably more than once an hour, for as long as I lived under his roof.

A true sadist, it appeared that he wished to see less compliance and smooth performance, more pointless, feeble resistance and disobedience, just for the fun of making me obey anyway.

“So, I thought about it. You did such a good job making love to my shithole, but you still need to learn your lesson.”

Still sick in the stomach from snorting Garrett’s fart, I no longer had the energy to do any more begging, especially when that only seemed to aggravate things. I simply wrapped my fingers around his now-semi-hard shaft, stroked it back, and aimed it at the headboard.

“Don’t forget that this is technically my bed. You’re just lucky to be sleeping in it.”

As soon as I took his cock into my hand, dark yellow urine stormed my bed with such a force that it penetrated my mattress within seconds. I had no choice but to watch every drop as it saturated my place of sleep, and the humiliation was complemented by his laughter from above.

“Lick it clean,” he ordered, announcing Ankara escort that his bladder was finally empty.

Garrett watched me flick my tongue across his piss slit, with my face leaning upward, in the perfect position for him to drop a sizable ball of spit on it. It exploded right between my eyes, which gave him a nice, well-heard chuckle.

This session was over when Garrett simply pulled his cock out, walked away, got dressed, and left for work.

Throughout the rest of the day, I realized that he had turned down the AC to accommodate his now-full-time nudity, without any consideration to the fact that I lived there too, and still had to wear clothes myself.

Soon enough, a home delivery let me know that the relatively warm temperature wouldn’t be that big of an issue, as he had ordered four flamboyant maid uniforms for me online, and they were revealing and delicate enough to let some breeze in.

Garrett returned home early, at 18:00., with two huge underarm wet spots. A wide grin appeared on his face as I rushed to kneel at his feet and welcome him by kissing his shoes, looking ridiculous in a maid uniform.

He took a good couple of minutes to watch and titter to himself at the joke that I was – kneeling, with feminine clothes covering my masculinity-depraved, weak build, French-kissing another man’s boots.

“Undress me, faggot.”

I immediately obeyed…

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

…by undoing the buttons of Garrett’s shirt first.

As soon as I slid it over his shoulders, he grabbed me by the back of my head and vigorously locked my face into his right armpit, cutting off my air supply. Suddenly, I found myself in a dark, humid space, where my skull was secured so firmly that I wasn’t even able to struggle.

When he finally loosened his hold, I was so desperate for air that I had to fill my lungs with the head-lighting aroma of his armpit sweat. The more of it I breathed in, the more I realized how rich and potent it was. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and made sure to mark me with his testosterone by rubbing my nose and lips into his abrasive hair.

I decided to improvise, hoping that using my tongue to wash his tangy armpit sweat away would help reduce the aroma. I started at the bottom, next to his nipple, and managed to lick every drop going up to his bicep, then to his shoulder.

“Do the other one, bitch boy,” he instructed, grabbing my head and moving it to the other side.

I made sure to lick his equally rank left armpit just as thoroughly and comprehensively as I had done the right one. This time, he even made me hold tufts of his armpit hair with my lips and suck on them to make sure they were clean.

“Keep going, fuckface,” Garrett said, pushing me down on my knees.

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

I continued by taking off his boots, removing his socks, and neatly putting them in the shoe cabinet nearby. Then, I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and lowered them to the ground so that all he had to do was step out of them.

After I pulled down his boxers, he turned around. “Spread them,” Garrett demanded, presumably referring to his asscheeks.

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

I placed my hands on either side of his buttcheeks and pried them open.

“Get to it, brown-noser. My ass needs a good cleaning.”

I picked through the hairs on the inner sides of his asscheeks with my tongue, tasting and swallowing every drop of sweat I could collect. I went from the bottom up on the right side of his buttcrack, then from the top down on the left one, until I found myself close to his taint.

From there, I made my way up to his asshole, and worked on removing the pungent mud that covered it. When it seemed to be clean, I started to draw circles on his anus using the tip of my tongue, gradually moving it towards the center.

He didn’t seem to have any patience. “Stick your tongue in there, and don’t take it out until told,” he ordered, grabbing a fistful of my hair and cramming my face in so tight that my nostrils were shut.

“Stroke my knob and balls while you do that.”

I obeyed, caressing Garrett’s wrinkled hair-covered nutsack with one hand, and kneading the length of his now-rigid cock with the other, only adding to his satisfaction as my tongue swam inside him. I could hear the hot-blooded pleasure in his growingly loud moans while his asshole constantly tightened and relaxed around my tongue.

Without a warning, Garrett took one step forward. Knowing better than to let my tongue slip out without being told, I crawled forward so that my tongue was catching up with his butthole. That’s when I began to realize that I was going to spend a lot more time doing this, and it would be my default position for many days to come. It never failed to amuse Ankara escort bayan him when he walked me like a dog with my face nestled in his asscrack.

I wasn’t in a position that allowed me to see his face, or anything but his butthole and the hair around it for that matter, but I was sure he was smiling the whole time as he walked.

“Go get the water ready, ass-licker,” Garrett demanded, violently grabbing my neck.

I had my face pulled out of his butt to find that we were in his four-piece bathroom.

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

It only made it more degrading to know that he had only made me give him a tongue bath and because he was about to shower, and he valued his own sweat and dirt way too much to let them go to waste.

Over the next ten minutes, he made me soap, scrub, and rinse every inch of his naked body with my bare hands, leaving my maid uniform to get drenched under the shower. I made sure to get into his armpits, crotch, buttcrack, and even between his toes, forced to feel every muscle on my fingertips, and acknowledge his physical superiority over me.

Garrett hadn’t lost his hard-on ever since the moment my tongue touched his asshole earlier, and there was only one way to get rid of it. While I was washing his thighs, he backed me into the corner so that his feet were on either side of my hips, and shoved his stiff cock between my lips.

For a prolonged period of time, he enjoyed fucking my face without any mercy, with so little space between his crotch and the bathroom walls that I couldn’t move my skull in any direction to escape his iron-hard prick poking every corner of my mouth and throat, while I helplessly choked and whimpered.

At some point, I was so desperate for air that I felt the need to put my small, weak hands on his hips and feebly try to push him away, at which he exploded into cold-blooded laughter. He ended up shooting a hefty load at the heart of my mouth, which gave me a proper taste of his creamy essence before I had to swallow it.

When I had done a thorough job of cleaning his body, he closed the tap, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and dragged me out of the shower cell.

“Towel,” was all Garrett had to say.

I picked up a large towel I had previously placed in the bathroom…

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

…starting with his hair, then his upper body, down to his feet, paying extra attention to his privates.

“I’ve got to drain the main vein,” Garrett mentioned, walking towards the toilet.

I knew what was expected of me. Face sandwiched between his butt muscles, fingers around his member, pointing it at what I assumed would be the ideal position not to wet the seat.

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

Even after the extensive cleaning I had given his butthole – first with my tongue then soaping it and scrubbing it with my own hands – it still had a faint musk to it. Then again, it was a big, hairy, hard-at-work man’s ass. That was as fresh as it could be.

“Sir, I think I can still do a better job cleaning your hole, Sir,” I hinted, since I was going to put my face back there sooner or later.

“Why don’t you give it a lick?”

With that, I touched Garrett’s asshole with my tongue, lapped it, and eventually stuck the tip inside. Along with the hostile sound of his sturdy piss stream splashing against the toilet water, his butthole gaped open with a massive fart that was silent at first, then became more audible as he grabbed my head and pushed my tongue inside.

“Is that better, brown-noser?”

Tasting his fart was definitely not as brutal as having to take it up my nose, but the flavor was still intense enough to make me nauseous. He let out a taunting sigh of relief as he continued taking a piss.

I couldn’t help but clench my teeth in disgust. It was a reminder that even freshly showered, he could always find a way to abuse my sense of smell. If he wanted to blast each one of his farts right up my nostrils, he could, and totally would.

While I tilted the tip of his cock back just before the last drop, he instructed, “Whenever you have the chance, you must thank me for my fart by kissing my nuts. Got it, asswipe?”.

“Sir, thank you for farting in my mouth, Sir,” I said intermittently between the kisses I was giving his full, round balls. “Sir, please feel free to do that to me whenever you feel like it, Sir.”

There I was, kissing a man’s nuts and verbally thanking him for farting down my throat, just after I had served as his shower and bathroom helper. I felt ridiculous for every word I was saying.

“Good job, cocksucker. This time, you managed to get all my piss in the toilet. As a reward, you get to take a swig.”

I wasn’t dumb enough to think this was in any way optional.

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

In obedience, I pulled Escort Ankara my face out of Garrett’s ass and lowered my head down the toilet. Even saturated in water, I could taste the sourness of his urine.

“Get yourself cleaned up, pussyboy, and do it quickly. I expect to be chugging on a cold beer soon, and I expect you to be chugging on my wood too,” he said, watching me flush his piss.

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

Within ten minutes, I finished showering, changed into a new maid uniform, brought a huge beer can from the fridge, popped it open, and set it on the coffee table in the living room, where Garrett was relaxing and using his phone. I knelt, picked up his soft organ between my lips, while he completely ignored me.

“Hold it there for a minute.”

I froze right where I was, kneeling, with my mouth only serving as a moist shield for Garrett’s fat knob, but that didn’t stop it from growing inside my skull.

“Tickle my nipples.”

Using the same technique that Garrett had used to please himself the evening before, I reached up to his chest and started to rub the ends of my index fingers from the dorsal side on his fully soft nipples.

“Good boy.”

His panting became heavier with each passing second, as the nipple message he was receiving was only making him more eager to attack my throat. Less than a minute in, he couldn’t take it any longer.

“Go ahead. Work that pussymouth. Take care of my dick.”

Since Garrett never told me to stop stroking his nipples, I had to be as focused on keeping them aroused as I was on my worship of his cock. My job was to maximize his delight, and that’s exactly what I did.

The look of satisfaction and relief that appeared on his face, biting his lips and squeezing his eyes shut, let me know that I was doing a job to be proud of. Garrett must’ve been in pure bliss because within minutes, he was ready to empty his balls down my throat…

*WHACK*

…but first, he was going to have some fun his own way.

I found myself on the floor at his feet, with a burning sting on my left cheek. What had just happened?

“Did I tell you to stop, cocksucker?”

I pulled myself up, wrapped my mouth back on his hard tool, and put my index fingers back on his nipples.

He passed his chunky fingers through my hair and impaled my throat until my nose was digging a hole in his pubes, and it was obvious from his breathless moans that he was close to cumming.

A few more seconds of deep-throating would’ve made him ejaculate down my throat, but instead, his left hand assaulted my right cheek with another heavy blow that landed me back on the ground. That’s when I realized that he was using me to edge himself.

While trying to resume my position, I heard a hawking sound, and I knew what was expected from me. I opened my mouth, and caught Garrett’s mucus-loaded spit on my tongue, right before taking his cock back in.

Right before his third ruined orgasm, I received a huge strike that abruptly caused my head to hit the floor. Tears began to roll down my cheeks, and he went back to laughing his ass off.

“Suck my balls.”

Through the pain in my neck and the burn-like aches on my face, I was able to collect myself and French-kiss Garrett’s beefy nutsack, then take it in one testicle at a time until the whole thing was in my mouth.

I could feel the hair of his balls and crotch everywhere, at the back of my mouth, between my teeth, inside my nostrils.

As I would later realize, this wasn’t going to end anytime soon. He was enjoying it too much, and cumming in my mouth was not the point anymore. He let my torture continue for much longer than I thought he could resist to flood my throat with his semen.

He spent the next half-hour or so using my lips, tongue, throat, and hands to indulge himself to the point of cumming, then cutting off his own orgasm by pitilessly launching my skull a couple of feet to the side.

The living room was filled with my sounds of retching and sniffling, while Garrett groaned at the top of his lungs throughout every second of my oral service, and insensitively cackled at my predicament.

Whenever I was nursing on his cock, Garrett liked to decorate my face with yet another fresh loogie. By the end of the session, my eyes, my forehead, my cheeks, and the bridge of my nose were covered with his spit.

At one point, I was too exhausted to get back up, and that’s when Garrett decided it was time to give it a rest. He straddled my face so that his knees were on either side of my head and he was facing my lower body, and thrusted his solid rod down my throat, while I caressed his nipples. It slid right in, ruining any attempt I was making at catching my breath.

Ruthless, non-stop throat-fucking went on for just under a minute, accompanied with more helpless gagging from my side, which only added to his enjoyment. He orgasmed with six fire-sure loads so deep down that I didn’t get a chance to taste any of them before it would go straight to my stomach.

Thank you for reading chapter two. Any feedback will be appreciated.

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Author’s Note: The events described in this story actually happened and are recorded here as told to me. Where detail is omitted or memory is limited, I have filled in with dialogue or imaginative description, sometimes exaggerated or fictional. Never the less, the story is based on real events. However, I have severely shortened the time frame of the events to facilitate the telling of the story. This condensation of the time frame of the events has the unfortunate consequence of portraying the protagonist as some sort of superhuman sexual partner although he is not opposed to the description. I can assure you that he is as normal as you and I and I hope the reader can dismiss this characterization and enjoy the story.

We’re all human. I think that’s a safe assumption since you’re reading this and, in my limited experience, I’ve never encountered a non-human that can read. As humans, and probably non-humans as well, we have something in common – we all make mistakes. I once knew a fellow who took umbrage at that observation. He claimed to have made only one mistake in his life. He thought he had made a mistake but, on further examination, he hadn’t. His mistake was that he thought he had made a mistake.

All that aside, when I was twenty-four and between wives for the first time, I made a horrendous mistake. A life changing mistake. A mistake that still stands as the biggest mistake of my life although it worked out okay at the time.

At the time, I was living in a one bedroom, second floor apartment above a couple about my own age. I had a full-time job without alimony or child support payments, and I volunteered with the township fire department as a rescue squad member. Back then, before EMT’s, we only had advanced first aid training. Not much by today’s standards but sufficient for the time. I was fairly well known in town at the time and had a number of acquaintances in the police and fire departments.

I was never reluctant to get it on with the ladies, an issue in my divorce. At the time, I was thick headed, arrogant and insensitive. I was unable to see the error of my activities let alone accept responsibility for them.

Within a month of my wife of less than a year moving out, I was fucking a big titted, Catholic girl in the backseat of my car or at her parent’s house when they weren’t home. Patti told me she was born to fuck and I was eager to contribute to her birthright. I wasn’t her only partner but I didn’t care. She once showed me a calendar that she explained was her insurance if she became pregnant. There were initials in most of the dated boxes. There were few open dates and my initials were the most frequent. Rubbers, that was what we called condoms at the time, were a constant companion for both of us.

We enjoyed each other’s company so much that we occasionally rented a room at a low rent motel at the edge of town. The motel was an inconvenient expense for me even when we split the cost. We needed a better venue.

Why not my apartment? Simple. I didn’t want to be seen publically leading women into my apartment as it might damage my reputation in my small town where everyone knew what everyone else was up to. Patti agreed. She didn’t want anyone to assume anything that might label her either.

That’s when three of my acquaintances caught up to me in the diner and offered me a deal. Alvin and Theodore were married, paid firemen. Simon was a policeman. He wasn’t married but he was engaged.

They all had regular mistresses. Hot chicks that satisfied their sense of adventure while allowing them to have conservative relationships with their wives and fiancé. What caused them to approach me was never explained but their pitch was a possible solution to my problem.

They had located an apartment, about fifteen miles west of town that they could use to satisfy their carnal, extramarital, activities. The problem was, they wanted at least one more participant to share the cost and they thought I might be interested. Their proposal interested me since, although unmarried, I wanted to preserve the sanctuary that was my apartment. They wanted me to chip in fifty dollars a month toward the rent.

Even back then, two hundred dollars a month didn’t seem enough to rent a decent apartment but, what the hell, all they wanted it for was to get laid. I signed up and gave them fifty dollars. Two days later, they gave me an address two towns away and a key. They also told me they were having a group gathering to christen the new apartment on Saturday at one pm and they invited me to bring my girlfriend and some beer.

I mentioned it to Patti. She wasn’t enthusiastic but I explained that it was cheaper than a motel once a week and more private. She agreed to come with me but she wasn’t going to fuck me in front of anyone else and she didn’t approve of me fucking anyone else in front of her. Even though I hadn’t seen the apartment, I told her it had a separate bedroom and that seemed to at least nudge her curiosity.

I picked up Patti Saturday morning. We stopped Ankara escort for beer and lunch and then headed for the apartment. The address Simon gave me was to an auto collision repair shop. Confused, it took us a few minutes to realize that the apartment was over the business, up a long stairway on the outside of the building to a door on the second floor.

We climbed the stairs and I used the key to open the door. The inside was dimly lit only from the light through the windows. Three couples greeted us. It appeared that they had been there for a while but the atmosphere was anything except a party. While Simon introduced everyone, Theodore and his girlfriend, Nona, Alvin and his girlfriend Sarah and his girlfriend Cindi.

I was looking around the room. I could feel Patti tensing up next to me. As insensitive as I was, I could understand her reaction. The one room apartment was a mess. There was no furniture unless you considered the numerous stained mattresses scattered around as furniture. The floor was littered with candy wrappers, fast food carry out bags, empty beer cans and liquor bottles. I think I even saw a couple of used rubbers among the trash. The whole thing even smelled bad, a condition that the half dozen air fresheners couldn’t disperse.

Patti gripped my hand tightly. I concluded that the tension I felt in the room was from the other three women who felt similarly to Patti. I realized in that moment that I’d made a mistake. Potentially a life changing mistake. A mistake that might associate Patti and me with men like the three men in the room with us. A mistake I needed to correct immediately. I determined that Patti and I weren’t staying.

Simon was looking at me, waiting for me to introduce Patti and me. Instead, I said, “Simon this isn’t what I expected. Patti and I won’t be staying.”

I tossed him the key and told him to keep the fifty dollars and the beer but not to expect another contribution. Patti and I left and started down the outside stairway. We were near the bottom when someone called from the top.

“Wait for us,” she said.

I turned around to see who was calling us. All three women were on the stairway behind us. Cindi was leading the way and I assumed it was her that had called out. Patti and I reached my car and waited for the others to catch up.

The five of us stood in an awkward group. I realized that I hadn’t introduced Patti and me upstairs. I started the conversation. “I’m David and this is Patti. I’m sorry but I didn’t get your names upstairs. I was too focused on the environment.”

Cindi smiled. “Forgiven. We weren’t particularly happy about the apartment but were afraid to say anything until you spoke up. This is Nona and Sarah and I’m Cindi.”

None of them looked much older than nineteen. I learned later that Cindi was twenty.

“Nice to meet you,” said Patti and shook each of their hands.

That meeting shook my conscious. For maybe the first time, I began to understand how my actions affected others. I owed Patti an apology. “Patti, I’m sorry I subjected you to that. You’re better than that even if I’m not.”

“Apology accepted,” she said. “At least you realized it before it got out of control and I never thought you were like those guys. What do we do now?”

“I think we need to talk about today,” offered Sarah. “I, at least, need to reconsider who I am and what I mean to those around me.”

“Good thinking,” agreed Cindi. “I’ve already decided that Simon is history. Even if he’s a cop.”

“I agree,” commented Nona. “Although I think I’ll just tell Ted to fuck off.”

Everybody laughed. “Can we go somewhere to talk?” asked Sarah.

Nobody had an immediate suggestion. Finally, Patti said, “Dave has his own apartment.”

“Nothing like we’ve just seen, I hope,” commented Cindi.

“I’ve never seen it,” said Patti. “But I know Dave and I recommend it sight unseen.”

“Great,” said Sarah. “Only two problems. Where is it and how do we get there?”

I was startled by the direction of the discussion. I had been arduously trying to keep my apartment separate from my less than socially acceptable activities and now, four attractive women were inviting themselves there. Something was happening between these women that hadn’t known each other until about ten minutes ago and they seemed to include me as a founding member of the group. Probably because I led the exodus from the unsanitary den their boyfriends had thought was suitable for them.

“What the hell,” I thought. “This is different from what I was trying to avoid happening in my apartment.”

I made another decision that wasn’t a mistake. I conceded that what was happening in the moment was more important than protecting my reputation. I’d already pissed off two firemen and a policeman. What else could be more damaging than that?

I started to give them driving directions when I realized that each of them had arrived with their former boyfriends and they didn’t have transportation.

“Hop in,” Ankara escort bayan I said. “I’ll drive.

Patti gave me a huge kiss. “Thank you,” she said and we all managed to squeeze into my AMC Hornet, Patti in the front and the other three crammed in the back seat.

Thirty-five exciting minutes later we arrived at my garden apartment complex and I led the bevy of women to my door. Before unlocking the door, I asked them to keep the noise down. “I have neighbors and I don’t want to disturb them any more than necessary.”

I opened the door and we all trooped up the stairs to the second floor. “This is really nice,” commented Nona.

Three of the women sat on the sofa, the only seating in the room. Patti was seated on one end with Cindi in the middle and Nona next to her. I dragged the two kitchen table chairs in front of them for Sarah and I and we sat down.

“Anything to drink?” asked Cindi.

“I have beer,” I suggested.

“That’ll do,” Cindi replied and the others nodded in agreement.

I got five of the seven cans of beer from the refrigerator and the can opener from a drawer and took them back to the living area. I opened one can with the opener, cutting a triangular opening in the top of the can. I added a smaller triangle on the opposite side to allow air to enter and handed the can to Patti. Patti handed the opened can to one of the women as I opened a second can. We repeated the routine until we each had an open can of Budweiser.

Cindi held up her beer. “To a better tomorrow,” she toasted.

“To a better today,” added Nona and we all drank.

Holding her can of beer in both of her hands in her lap, Nona commented, “I can’t believe that bastard Ted expected me to spread my legs for him in that awful place.”

From her comment, I concluded that I was a member of whatever group these women were forming.

“I think I know what Al really thinks about me now,” added Sarah.

“I agree,” said Cindi. “I have only one problem now.”

“Where to bury the body?” quipped Sarah.

“No. Something more immediate,” said Cindi.

“We’re listening,” said Sarah.

“When I got up this morning,” started Cindi. “I took a shower, put on my happy face, got dressed in my best bra and panties and expected to have a better than normal day.”

“Me too,” commented Nona. The others nodded in agreement.

“What I’m trying to say,” continued Cindi, “is, I expected to get laid, and I haven’t given up the possibility.”

“Me too,” repeated Nona. The others nodded again.

I was aware of the conversation, but minding my own business when I felt the stares of the four women looking at me.

I looked at each of them. “Whoa. Whoa, ladies. Why am I suddenly the center of this conversation?”

“Since you’re the only cock in the room,” suggested Patti.

“It’s four against one. That doesn’t sound survivable to me and, anyway, nobody asked me,” I argued defensively.

“Are you telling me you’re not interested?” asked Cindi.

“Maybe interested but not ready,” I said.

“You don’t have an erection just thinking about the possibilities?” asked Cindi.

“Truthfully,” I answered. “No.”

I looked at Patti. “Are you okay with this?” I asked.

“You were a hero today,” she said. “I think you deserve a reward.”

“What they’re proposing is more than a reward,” I contended.

“You’ve never objected to sharing me with other men,” reminded Patti. “Why should I object if you’re doing the same?”

“But you’ve never done it in front of me,” I tried again.

“I don’t see anything unusual happening in front of me,” Patti insisted.

I had nothing to say.

Cindi began to unbutton her blouse. “Do you think if I got undressed in front of you it would change anything?” she asked.

I declined to answer. We both knew the answer.

I watched as Cindi unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it from the waist of her skirt. She took off her blouse and handed it to Patti who laid it over the arm of the sofa. She was wearing a light blue bra with lace edges. Certainly one of the nicer bras I’d ever seen.

“You really are different,” stated Cindi.

“How so?” I asked.

“Simon would be standing in front of me by now,” she said. “With his cock out and trying to stuff it in my mouth.”

“I’m not Simon,” I responded.

“Thank God for that,” Cindi said. She leaned forward and unhooked her bra behind her back. When she leaned back, she handed her bra to Patti who added it to her blouse on the arm of the sofa.

Cindi’s breasts were more beautiful than her bra. They were larger than I originally surmised. Her areolas were small, light pink and supported nipples large enough to kindle my imagination. My physical reaction mirrored my imagination. I squirmed and adjusted myself.

“I knew I could get your attention,” exclaimed Cindi.

Patti reached out and palmed one of Cindi breasts. If Cindi was surprised by Patti, she didn’t show it. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath Escort Ankara and encouraged Patti to explore. Patti squeezed Cindi’s other breast. “David,” she said. “You have to feel these.”

I was having trouble understanding Patti. The woman who recently told me she didn’t want to watch me fucking another woman in front of her was encouraging me to play with another woman’s breasts that would probably lead to exactly what she didn’t want to see.

“Come on, Dave,” Patti insisted. “You have to try this. Nona, change seats with him.”

Nona got up and stood next to me. Reluctantly, I gave up my seat to her. Cindi patted the seat beside her that Nona had abandoned. I sat beside her on the sofa.

“You really are different,” commented Cindi.

“Truthfully,” I admitted. “I’m not that different than Simon. At least I wasn’t until today.”

“What happened today?” Cindi asked.

“That I could treat someone I cared about as callously as I did shook me to my roots. I wasn’t raised that way. I wasn’t that person. Call it a wake up call. Call it whatever you want. I just can’t think of Patti, or any of you, as just objects to be used when I needed it.”

“How about if I need it,” smiled Cindi. “Give me your hand.”

Cindi took my hand and pressed it against the breast that Patti wasn’t squeezing. Cindi closed her eyes again. I squeezed her breast. I ran my thumb over her nipple. Cindi took a deep breath and held it. “Nice, isn’t it?” asked Patti.

Cindi let out her breath. “Can I borrow your man?” she asked Patti.

“You’d be in good hands,” Patti told her.

Cindi put her hand over my hand on her breast. “I know that,” she said. “Is that a yes?”

“It is,” Patti confirmed.

I looked at Patti. She seemed calmer, more at ease than I’d ever seen her. “You’re really okay with this?” I asked her.

“I am,” she said.

Cindi looked at me and pointed to an archway in the wall. “Is that the way to the bedroom?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Come with me,” ordered Cindi as she stood up from the sofa. “I don’t know how long this will take,” she said to Patti.

“Take your time,” Patti said. “We’ll wait our turn.”

I wondered what Patti meant as Cindi led me toward the bedroom. Thirty seconds later I wasn’t wondering about anything except trying to breathe as Cindi planted a suck my breath, and tongue, kiss on me and grabbed me by my erection through my pants.

“How long does it take to get these off?” asked Patti.

Patti was naked in front of me and on her knees waiting before I could get my pants and briefs off. I staggered back when she sucked my erection into her mouth and I closed the door before leaning against it.

“Cindi,” I managed to say.

Cindi held my erection in her right hand, removed her mouth and responded, “Yes.”

“That’s incredible,” I said. “But can we move to the bed?”

Cindi looked over her shoulder at the bed as if she was deciding if it was too far away. “Good idea,” she agreed.

We moved to the bed. Cindi positioned me on my back, lay between my legs and resumed where she left off. She was very good. I could sense she was pushing all the right buttons that led to the inevitable eruption. I needed something to distract me.

“Turn around,” I suggested.

Cindi paused for a moment, seemed to find my suggestion reasonable, turned around, laying on top of me and straddling my face. Cindi’s pubic hair was thick, curly and dark. A dark crevice was between her swollen hairy labia. I used to fingers to separate her lips. The bright shinny pink of her inner labia was a sharp contrast with her almost black pubic hair.

I put my hands on her hips and slowly lowered her lips to my lips. I slid my tongue between her labia and tasted her for the first time. Her hips fluttered in my hands. She smelled like warm pastry and tasted salty with undertones of cinnamon and chocolate. I feasted on her and she responded with a shutter and a larger sample of her delicious fluids.

“Fuck, Dave,” she managed to say. “What are you doing to me?”

“Proving I’m a changed man,” I said.

“You’re interfering with what I’m trying to do,” she complained.

“Don’t waste it,” I suggested. “Turn around and suck me with this.” I ran my tongue along the entrance of her vagina.

Seconds later, she was astride me with one hand on my chest and the other aiming my erection to her waiting opening. Two seconds later, she was fully impaled on my erection and breathing heavily. I pushed up into her. She pushed down against me. We established a rhythm that pushed us both toward massive orgasms.

“Roll us over,” Cindi said.

We rolled over and I pumped into her between her legs. Each stroke evoked a grunt and a return stroke. I could feel my orgasm building but Cindi got there first. Her scream was sure to be noticed in the living room if not the neighborhood. My orgasm wasn’t far behind.

I paused and declared, “Cindi, we didn’t use a rubber.”

“I don’t care,” she said.

“But,…” I started to remind her again.

“I said I don’t care. I don’t care,” she repeated.

With her words echoing in my ears, I erupted inside her. I pumped three or four bursts and then several reflexive pulses inside her. I rolled off her and lay alongside her. I stroked her hair. “Are you okay?” I asked.

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