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My first time kissing a man was inside a porn movie complex, on the third visit to the gay theater side, an area were male sex occurred in both public and private spaces. It was my then wife that first noticed the erotic center, right off a highway we often drove. The place was fairly new, and had something I had never seen before, which was an area where you paid admittance for access, as long as wished. The price was very reasonable, certainly compared to coin operated video booths, which were also available.

Talking to the people at the counter of the sex shop, which was on the other side of the large building, another visit was ensured. Without a helmet or coat, and wallet left in the car, a couple of preparations to improve the viewing experience. Or more precisely, being dressed to have sex, just like at a gloryhole, but in public. There were condoms in my pocket as I fed a bill into the turnstile, entering a dim area to explore, with red tones and numerous mirrors.

The very first time entering that dimly lit space, there was an immediate split between gay and straight sections. The straight area has a couple of nice sized theaters, with large screens, and one space with a stage, with only one row of seats, and a space to stand in and observe whatever was happening. There were also cabins, with 2 or 4 screens, and to my surprise, the door could be locked.

So I closed the door, starting to jack off to the porn, amazed at the idea of this being a place to have anonymous sex. A fact promptly shared with a friend of mine, who at that time was often finding partners online at a swinger’s site. After almost cumming, the changing porn scenes having lost my interest, I continued exploring. There was a fetish area, with hardcore S&M porn playing and a gloryhole. Between the gay and straight section was a small space with a couple of chairs and tables, a place to smoke and drink beer or water bought from a vending machine.

The bathroom was at the end of this section, and like the rest of what had been seen till now, was the same quality as a normal movie theater. Wandering through the straight area, exploring all the nooks and crannies, the porn had grown basically boring. Losing the last excuse to not visit the area ‘forbidden’ to married men.

Eyes now adapted to the dimness, going into the gay section, it was soon clear that this section was smaller. You could see the screen of the movie from outside of the space, a good thing in this case. What was happening transfixed me, and it was not just the hot gay threesome porn.

I saw men jacking each other off in front of me. Watching them, I couldn’t stop rubbing my own hard cock at the sight of three men in a line at the end of the entrance to the gay movie theater, the man in the middle jacking off the other two as they played with him. Watching them in a place where such public sex was allowed became an intense thrill. Basically leading to first time experiencing the thrill of imagining joining them, a further step in realizing fantasies from decades ago, of having public sex with other men.

After a stretched interval right on the very edge of orgasm, I returned to the straight section to calm down before leaving. The effect was incredible, with just the possibility of experiencing it again enough to ensure a second visit to see what other opportunities might arise. That second visit led to my first public blow job, a stranger taking my ready cock into his mouth, becoming a total slut from the first contact, not able to do anything but let him blow my entranced naked cock. As he went down on me, I realized that there were men in the back row, adding to the sensation of finally surrendering to a long held desire, one shared by everyone here.

For the kıbrıs escort very first time, I was having public male sex with other men, uncovered cock being sucked by a total stranger, who I was playing with. His cock was slippery when I started, growing rigid rapidly. Everything had gone so quickly that thought was left behind in a haze of intense pleasure, beyond fantasy as his mouth enveloped my cock head and shaft.

He was basically the first man to suck my naked cock openly, in a way never expected. I had sat at an aisle seat, already turned on by the porn, in the same row as another man. My horniness had grown to the point of taking out my cock, not caring that anyone could see me stroking to gay porn. His moving to the next seat was a surprise, a small one compared to the glorious contact of his mouth as he bent down, lips guiding my gripping hand down the shaft. This was paradise, unexpected but entirely irresistible, even better than seeing men jack off.

When I came, he swallowed the cum perfectly, a wonderful sensation. Then, without really knowing why, he returned to his original seat. Completely drained in more than one way, I took a minute before leaving. In many ways still innocent, but rapidly gaining a lot of insights into things only imagined in the past.

The next visit resulted in a thorough introduction to incredible male kissing, an extraordinary experience. Along with a variety of other delights with Peter, both of us naked and turned on in a booth large enough for a small orgy, with screens playing gay porn on the wall. The next couple of visits were disappointing in comparison, leading to the decision to visit the local bathhouse. A decision that has led to an amazing amount of hot sex, male only. However good such places may be, there is no way to pretend that women have any place at all.

However, with the virus, the local bathhouse has been closed for 6 months. Prompting a trip to a newly found porn complex in another town on a hot summer day. The ride was nice, and finding the place did not take long. Having a helmet and jacket is always a bit of an inconvenience, but wearing a mask was distinctly unusual.

Unfortunately, it took little time to miss the bathhouse, realizing again just how lucky those first porn complex visits were. Places can get rundown without attention, and this new place was distinctly sliding downwards. The sad reality was that this was not a particularly inviting place to have sex. Part of this being the thought that nudity was unsuitable, though I did notice a row of lockers at the back, across from the bathrooms. Which truly stank, something that was thankfully limited to the rear area.

After entering, there were just two other men. One of whom was twiddling his thumbs, something he continued to do the entire time encountering him in the next 2 hours. The other man started bugging me from the start, ignoring me saying I was just looking around right now, without any interest in his attention.

Brushing by brusquely bought me a bit more time to wander. The gloryholes seemed mainly awkward, often small and always too low. The porn selection was mainly uninspired, but wandering around did amuse me. There was a real S&M area, including a cage and an X with leather manacles. The sling was of the straps seat variety, but trying to put my feet in the sling was notably unsuccessful. There were two couples porn cabins, with awkwardly sized sofas/platforms.

On my second tour, eyes accustomed to the dimness and after having made it even more clear about not wanting to be pestered by a man with his cock hanging out of his pants, I discovered the darkroom. Or something like that, as it was too straightforward to be a maze, while lacking a larger konya escort size platform.

Following this tour, having noticed where the bar was, I drank a beer. The woman at the counter, who also worked the entrance, suggested hanging up my jacket. The obviousness of that was a bit mind numbing. She then offered to take my helmet, an even more obvious idea. A bathhouse is remarkably straightforward, leading to me forgetting some of the more basic amenities, such as coat hooks. I did not ask about the lockers, mainly because I had already judged them as basically too small.

The contrasts continued, with the local bathhouse easily judged a much better place for cruising. Something being confirmed again, explaining a lack of curiosity concerning the sort of place I first had male sex at, with this visit merely confirming the known. Finishing the bottle, leaving the pestering man at the bar, who had not acted in a way to complain about, I entered one of the gloryhole booths, enjoying a threesome gay scene, with shared sucking and rimming. Unsurprisingly, no one sat in the other booth. Even if they had, with the small size of the hole and its low placement, the gloryhole would have been challenging to enjoy.

Another man entered, only the fourth of the day, going back straight to the locker area and undressing. He began to wander too, though we did not interact for a while. When it did happen, the contact was in the larger theater that had a stage and seats, in a dim rear section with a bench and a chest high wall, allowing for privacy.

This discrete viewing section had a few advantages, most certainly including space to lay the jacket on. The porn scene finally changed, and with the beer adding its buzz, my mood was starting to get a bit hornier. The naked man entered, standing at the entrance. My hand was already rubbing my cock when he turned his glance to my area. As he became aware of another man, his hand went to his naked cock, then he moved closer, not quite touching, but distinctly inviting a response.

Unlike the bathhouse, a certain hesitation when approaching an unknown man watching straight porn remains. One reason such places continue to eke out an existence is that a certain group of men do not want to be going to a place where the only reason for visiting is getting off with other naked horny men. Even the tiniest fig leaf is enough, and there are certainly many men uninterested in having sex with another man. Though a much smaller number of men than one might first assume, many of them the sort to visit a porn theater or adult bookstore, without a partner.

I reached out first, having no real doubt of his interest. He enjoyed the initial caresses, with little question of his experience in the joys of having sex with a stranger. However, the limits were clear – no kissing in time of this virus, and I was still fully dressed. Turning him on was easy, yet it took a while for him to respond in kind. Though he was not impatient, he did not really take much time either. Feeling my cock stroked through the jeans was nice enough, as was the way he opened them.

When the pestering man entered, the reaction was clear, and he immediately left after being told angrily to leave.

Yet compared to the addictive simplicity of the baths, the forgotten problems with such a setting returned. The very first time kissing a man involved a delightful seduction by an older man, starting with me openly enjoying gay porn and ending being naked with him in a private space, discovering the incredible joy of kissing another man, cock to cock.

Today, the naked man seemed primarily interested in his own desires, an attitude that tends to leave me uninterested. And unlike the baths, there was no realistic kuşadası escort alternative as we kept playing, mainly me doing the nipple and cock play. Nice enough, but when he sat on the dividing wall, obviously expecting head, my interest declined further. Returning to our caressing, he turned, making it clear he wanted to be fucked.

He did not do a particularly good job of making me want to, the apparent lack of a condom being offputting too. Nonetheless, this was no reason to stop, as there is nothing wrong with a partner indulging themselves. I have been on both sides over the years, and am quite skilled, as his cock and moaning showed.

A third man entered, standing at pretty much the same spot, clearly a good place to hook up. Both of us signaled our interest, so he stepped closer. This approach was familiar from the baths, though his wearing clothes wasn’t. I was not as skilled in this case, but as his cock grew, it made no difference to anyone.

I gasped when his hand found my exposed cock after starting to touch his, the naked man unbuttoning my shirt enough to slide a hand over my chest. The space meant we remained in a row, naked man in the center. We were cock to cock, the new man jacking them together, my nipples being played with. Just able to concentrate enough to take off my shirt, enjoying being topless as we mutually pleasured each other’s hard nipples.

This had not happened for more than a half year, and as the other man kept stroking our cocks, riding the edge of orgasm was pure bliss. Men understand just how wonderful nipple play is, another area where having sex with men can be so much more satisfying than with a woman. Few who seem even aware of how good it feels.

The man in the center turned, making me reach around to press their cocks together, both hard. Yet there remained a background of constraints which simply do not exist at the baths. That first time with Peter was an expansion of my experiences, but after years of exceptional sex at the baths, knowing that undressing would break the mood was a restraint. Some lessons have been learned, such as the secure way my coat and the shirt with poppers were positioned, allowing me to enjoy what was happening, yet without the freedom found at the baths.

With his ass turned to me, his horniness simply did not provide enough inspiration. I have been teased by experts at the baths, to the point of knowing my uncovered cock should not keep going deeper, even while letting the sensations overwhelm my mind. Today was not even close to such a glorious state.

He went up on the wall again, both of us in front of the nude man, his legs spread. Though he clearly wanted it, no cock sucking resulted. The new man and I did enjoy some cock to cock rubbing now the opportunity arose. When hard, clothes are not much of a problem, but wearing them is not my personal preference when getting off. Still, the nipple play and mutual cock rubbing was as delightful as ever.

During this entire time, poppers never seemed appropriate. As he sat on the divider, I did discover he had condoms. After he got down from the bench, I also discovered he had lube. Without noticing it whenever his ass and my cock rubbed.

We all continued to enjoy some mutual fun, but my interest began waning. Finally, I was able to move past them, shirt back on. Wandering around, whenever returning to that area, I heard the slapping sounds of good fucking. Without feeling a particular desire to look in, not being really curious. A distinct difference from the bathhouse, where very likely, I and others would be enjoying the opportunity.

It is always good to try the new, if only to make a comparison to the familiar. As before, I understand why the baths have existed for centuries, providing the best place for men to indulge in having sex with strangers. Still, the possibility of seeing a man and woman have open sex remains a temptation, meaning that as a bisexual man, occasional visits to such places remain entirely likely.

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Mother in Law’s Suitcase Ch. 01

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I sat in the living room and heard the car pull onto the drive, Sarah was back from picking up her mother Ann who was coming to stay for a few days.

As I heard the back door open I stood up and walked into the kitchen to meet them, “hello both” I said. Sarah walked towards me, smiling as she approached and I leaned forward and planted a gentle peck onto her cheek “hi darling” she said.

I turned to face Ann and smiled, she walked towards me and leaned in to peck me on the cheek. As her body leaned toward mine I raised my right hand to rest on her side as we said hello. Secretly though I hope for a sneaky feel of her ample bust, something I tried every time I met her.

This time I was in luck, my hand slide onto her side and as she leant to peck my cheek the palm of my hand came to rest on the side of her breast. I could feel the lacy outline of her bra and the softness of her breast. As ever, it was all too fleeting and then she had pulled away and walked behind Sarah into the front room and I was left with the memory of the briefest of touches.

Later that evening we were sitting in the dining room chatting about this and that when Sarah asked me to fetch them both a glass of wine. “Red or white” I asked and both said “white”.

I walked into the kitchen and took a bottle of white from the fridge and reached two glasses from the cupboard, and wondered if I had time for a little fun. I called through to check they wanted white to which I heard a resounding “yes please”, the balıkesir escort sound of their voices telling me they were sitting comfortably in the dining room, so yes I had enough time.

My hand slipped to my trousers and pulled down my zip, reaching inside I gripped the growing shaft of my cock and pulled it out. Picking up one of the wine glasses I placed the lip of it against my hardening cock and then rubbed the head of my cock all around the rim. Satisfied I had managed to rub the entire rim I forced my cock back into my trousers and zipped up.

Walking back into the dining room I handed a glass of wine to Sarah and another to Ann, being careful to make sure that Ann received the glass that my cock had rubbed against.

Sitting down I watched as they both lifted their glasses to taste the wine, smiling to myself as Ann’s lips reached the rim of her glass, touching the very same piece of glass that had felt my cock only minutes before.

“Nice wine?” I asked.

“Lovely” said Ann ” it has a lovely nose to it”.

I smiled inwardly at the thought of her smelling a mix of wine and my cock.

“Any plans for the next few days?” I enquired.

“We are going to see Sally tonight and then shopping tomorrow,” answered Sarah.

“Oh nice” I replied.

About an hour later Sarah and Ann were walking out to the car to pop down to our friend Sally’s.

“Be back around nine thirty or so” called Sarah getting into the car.

“Bye” balikesirmetroturizm.com I replied as I watched them pull off the drive and head off into the evening. I had at least two hours until they were back.

Walking back into the house I headed straight upstairs and strolled into the guest bedroom, the one in which Ann stayed. It was still as tidy as ever, the only thing to say that there was a guest was the black suitcase laying on the floor at the foot of the bed.

This was what I was looking for and I walked towards it. Kneeling in front of it my cock was starting to twitch in anticipation as I reached across an opened it. I lifted the top of the case gently and pushed it open, revalue the contents to me all neatly folded and ordered.

Carefully I delved into the case looking for my prize and after a short search I was rewarded when I pulled out one of Ann’s bras. It was black with white lacy trim embroidering the cups which themselves were semi transparent. Such a sexy bra for a woman of her age and my mind raced at the thought of her ample breasts encased in such loveliness.

My fingers fondled the lace of the cups and I couldn’t help but look closely at the label which read 36E and I couldn’t help but exclaim “fuck me Ann, big mother fucking tits!”

By now my cock was straining to get out of my trousers as I knelt admiring Ann’s bra and without thinking about it one of my hands reached down to my trousers and with well practiced ease freed my hard cock. A small bead of pre cum was already forming on the tip and I quickly rubbed my finger through it and then moved my finger to my lips, my tongue darting out to clean the pre cum.

My hand slipped back to my cock and my fingers took their customary position around my warm pulsing shaft and started to slowly but firmly stroke it. As I stroked my hard cock I continued to fondle Ann’s bra and then I move her bra to my cock, letting the cup engulf the head of my cock. The feeling of the lace was divine and more pre cum oozed out, this time into the bra cup. Without hesitation I lifted the cup to my mouth and sucked it deeply inside, tasting lace and pre cum.

This was too much for me as I felt the familiar tightening in my balls and my stroking speeded up. Leaning back with Ann’s bra still in my mouth I pumped my cock for all I was worth.

“Oh fuck Ann…” I shouted as I felt the first rope of cum explode from my cock and then a second and third. My hand carried on milking my cock, extracting every last drop.

Looking down I saw my thighs and tummy covered in warm globs of cum and I smiled, after all what use having a big titted mother in law if you couldn’t enjoy that fact once in a while.

Carefully I returned the bra to its rightful place in her case and closed it up, to all intents and purposes nothing had changed, I cleaned myself in our bathroom before heading back downstairs and flicked the tv on.

A short while later I heard the backdoor open and a familiar voice call out “hi honey… We’re home”.

They both walked into the room smiling.

“What have you been up to?” asked Sarah.

“Nothing much.” I replied ” What time are you going out tomorrow?…”

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A Thrilla in Manila

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I finally got my wish. For the last twenty years or so ,I’ve had a secret desire for lady-boys. For the past few years, all of my masturbation fantasies have involved lady-boys. The fantasies involve sucking their cocks or having them enter me anally. Over the past several months, I had been e-mail pen pals with a beautiful lady-boy from the Philippines. I found her on a website which introduces she-males from Asia to western men for serious relationships and possible marriage. My tran friend and I agreed that we must meet soon.

As soon as I had time off from my job,I made reservations to fly from New York to Manila to see her for a few days.

I arrived at the hotel in Manila the night before she was due to arrive. I was to meet her the next morning in the lobby.

I did not sleep that night, my heart was full of anticipation and excitement over being intimate with her. I shaved my pubic area in my room. I wanted to experience her with shaved genitals.

I had previous sexual experiences with she-males, but this girl was different.We had genuine feelings for each other after chatting on-line muğla escort for several months.

She arrived at the hotel in the morning. When I saw her my body responded. I could feel my penis stiffen and beckon her to me. All I wanted was to suck her cock as long as possible.We kissed and I knew I had made the right decision in seeing her.

We went up to our room and I knew she was just as excited as I was.

I am a rather heavy set person- I have “man boobs”. When I took off my shirt she said- “wow! your breasts are bigger than mine”. We laughed. My lady was flat chested- she was hormone free but her cock was fully endowed.

We both took off our clothes and laid down on the bed. Both our penises were erect and craving each other”s mouths.

I lied down on top of her and gently took her into my mouth.I was in heaven.Her cock tasted like a ripe fruit dripping with sweetness – a honey dipped banana- I thought to myself.

I sucked and got all of her in my mouth. I gagged a few times but soon I found to my delight that I could control my gag reflex rather well.

We rhodope-mugla.org changed positions – she stood up beside the bed and I got down on my knees in front of her. as I sucked slowly she put her hands on my head to guide me with my strokes. We both were on cloud 9.

After a few minutes,she was going to come I could feel .I wanted to swallow every sweet delicious drop of her cum, she happily obliged me.

When she came, it tasted salty and warm- I swallowed all of it and I wanted her to come forever! I wanted to swallow a gallon of her cum if I could. She was injecting me with her life- her sperm- her child! I was in heaven on earth.

I did not bother to masturbate myself while sucking her off- I was too absorbed with her beautiful cock.

After she came,we got back on the bed .she sucked me with that beautiful Filipina mouth of hers and I was about ready to fly into orbit. I experienced on of the most earth shattering orgasms I ever had. My lady felt my cum shoot down the back of her throat- and she was in heaven too I could see.

We kissed and we could taste each others cum in our mouths. We lied down and held each other tenderly for what seemed hours.

I realized that I needed her in my life from now on. I wanted to do 69 with her- to experience coming to climax in each others mouths at the same time. I never experienced that with a she boy- I needed that.

The next day, we took in the sights and sounds of the beautiful city of Manila.

After a great dinner, we came back to our hotel. We both knew what was going to happen. We took off our clothes and got on the bed. We got into the 69 position and started sucking each others cocks- at first slowly,then more intensely. I could feel I was going to come soon. To my surprise, my lady said- let me know when you are coming honey- I will come too. That was all I needed. A few seconds later- I told her- I shot my load with hurricane force into her mouth. At the same time, she came in mine with a flood of cum which was amazing. We lay there with our spent penises in our mouths, not wanting to let go. I held her cum in my mouth as long as I could before swallowing.I want to savor it as long as I could.

That was four years ago ,since then my lady-friend and I have seen each other several more times. We are a part of each other’s lives now. Maybe marriage is in our future- tomorrow never knows.

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My Wife Made Me a Cock Sucker

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My wife Sara had expressed her interests in watching me suck another man for the last couple years. I was never really sure about it, so it was just something she fantasized about when masturbating. Sometimes when eating her, she would tell me to lick her cunt clean from the mess the boys had made in there. Of course there wasn’t any cum in there but it got her off thinking about it. To be honest, the thought kind of turned me on. I’ve never sucked a dick but forced bisexual porn always interested me. I had tried watching gay porn before but it just didn’t do it for me. It seemed to only be arousing when the man was being forced by a sexy woman, be it a mistress or his wife.

A few months ago, I let her start using a strap on. Sara had always been the more dominant one so it fed my need for female domination fantasies. It took awhile to actually enjoy the strap on, but once my hole was stretched and accustomed to the fucking, it felt great. She was getting soaking wet from pounding my ass and I was throbbing knowing that I was taking her big 8 inch cock in me. Our sex life was better than it had ever been.

Last weekend was our anniversary and I decided to finally give in and give her what she truly wanted. Sara was ecstatic when I told her a week prior, and it didn’t take her long to jump online to find a suitable guy.

“Hey hunny, I think I found one. He actually doesn’t live that far from here.”

“Well that’s good. I guess you’ll finally live out your fantasy.”

“Who are you kidding? You want to suck a cock for me and you know it!”

Several days passed and she didn’t say a word about it but that Thursday she came running in the room, with a smile on her face.

“Good news babe, He agreed to do it. Sent him a picture and he said he’d love to be sucked by either one of us. I gave him the address and he’ll be over on Saturday around 5. His alanya escort name is Jamal and he has a big black cock for you!”

“Couldn’t you of started with something smaller since it’s my first time?”

“Nope! Baby, I told you, I want to see your lips around a big fat dick. Why waste it on a tiny pecker?”

It’d be a first for both of us. I knew it’d be a fantasy come true for her and I had a feeling I’d enjoy it as well. Saturday came pretty quickly. I was nervous about the whole thing and who wouldn’t be?

“Sara? What are you doing?”

“Huh? Oh, I’m looking for the video camera. Jamal said it’d be okay if I taped it. I’d like to be able to relive it. Watch it again.”

“Oh.”

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah, of course hun.”

“Good! Might just watch it while you eat me out,” she grinned as she skipped off into the other room.

The doorbell rang and my wife was no where to be found. I answered the door and there stood a 6’6” black man, well built.

“Um, hi, you must be Jamal.”

“Yeah, how’s it goin?”

“Not too bad. Come in. My wife is around here somewhere. I guess have a seat on the couch.”

“Hunny?! Jamal is here.”

“I’m coming down baby,” she yelled from the top of the stairs.

Neither of us expected it but Sara walked down the stairs slowly wearing knee high boots, a tight rubber skirt and a black corset. Black latex gloves stretched over her hands, going up just above her elbow. I’ve seen my wife dressed like this a few times, since I have a latex fetish, but I didn’t expect her to dress like this for him.

“Damn, your wife lookin hot man. I’d love to tear that pussy up”

She smiled, “Maybe next time. Tonight, I’m going to turn my hubby into a black cock sucker. Come upstairs boys.”

We followed her up the stairs, watching her ass sway back and forth, squeezed antalyajazzfestival.com by rubber.

“Okay, Jamal, let me see that cock of yours baby.”

Jamal unzipped his jeans and pulled out a 6 inch partially erect dick. Sara held it in her latex clad hands, rubbing the smooth material over his sensitive head. Her fingers gripped his large shaft as she stroked him slowly, causing the cock to harden.

“Mm, look at that big dick hunny. Hell his black cock is bigger than yours already. He isn’t even fully erect. This is a real man’s dick and tonight you are going to suck it good. You are going to suck until your mouth is filled with sperm. Got it, slut?”

I nodded. Sara’s strokes became faster and Jamal’s dick was hard as a rock at almost 9 inches.

“Okay baby, get on your knees. Time to show him what you got.”

One hand gripped onto my hair pulling me closer while her other hand squeezed the base of his cock. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and moved forward, feeling the plump head enter my mouth.

“Yeah, now move your way down that shaft. Try and take it all.”

There was no way it’d all fit but she wanted it, so I tried. I maybe made it half way before I gagged and nearly threw up.

“What is that cock too big for my faggot? Get sucking bitch!”

Sara’s hand pressed my head forward, forcing me to take a lot of dick into my mouth. Jamal started fucking my face while my lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. He moaned a bit each time his head hit the back of my throat.

“Fuck, keep sucking it baby. God, you are getting my pussy wet right now. Make him cum and I may let you fuck me later. You like that cock?”

I nodded as I bobbed up and down on the dick, pushing myself to take more. I felt like I was performing and I didn’t want to let my wife down so I tried my hardest to re-enact porn movies. I’d remember how porn stars would give blow jobs and try to do that. Occasionally, she would pull him away from my mouth and smack it on my lips. Saliva was dripping off his shaft.

“You are doing good, but let me show you how to do it.”

Sara smiled as she gripped the lower part of Jamal’s cock with her latex hands. Her soft lips wrapped around him and she dove down all the way to his balls. I couldn’t believe it. My wife was sucking this guy like he was nothing. She’d deep throat him a few times and only once gagged.

“That is how you suck it you sissy bitch. Now get him off!”

Sara got on the bed right behind me and spread her legs. I glanced over to see what was going on. She pulled the rubber skirt up a bit and showed her shaved pussy. The gloves glistened as they got wet from her snatch. My cock got even harder at the sight of her finger fucking herself. I started sucking him like I had never wanted anything more.

“Yes, make him cum baby, make him fucking cum. Mmm.”

Jamal watched her pushing 3 fingers deep inside and I guess those images and my blowjob were too much. Without any warning, I felt hot semen filling my mouth. It was unexpected and salty but I knew Sara would want me to swallow. Some escaped my mouth and dripped down my chin.

“Mm, baby. Swallow all his cum. Swallow like a good cock sucker.”

His head fell from my mouth and I held out my tongue, showing that I swallowed the whole load. Sara smiled and ran her gloved finger over the cum on my chin. She held it over my mouth and it glistened as it dangled then fell onto my tongue. I sucked her finger clean.

“Good job baby, you sucked very well for your first time.”

She kissed me deeply, tasting his cum in my mouth.

“Next time, Maybe you can eat his cum from me after he fucks me hard.”

“Whatever you want hun. I’ll eat every drop.”

“Is that okay with you Jamal?”

“Yeah, like I said, I’d love to tear that shit up.”

“Good. Well we will keep in touch then. I believe my hubby has some oral sex he owes me. Take care.”

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On the Side Ch. 02

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Little Caprice

“She won’t let us make love at all?”

Amy pressed her head to my chest as we embraced in her hotel room, her anguish sharp as my own.

“Katherine was okay with us!” Amy said. “She asked me to come with you to New York. Now she’s changed her mind?”

“Maybe actually seeing us together makes what we’re doing more real. But I don’t know. We just got here. I’m going to find out.”

Amy clung. “She hates me now, doesn’t she? For sleeping with you.”

“Kate doesn’t hate you, Amy. She cares about you. Just like I do.”

I leaned down and kissed her. She kissed me back hungrily.

We parted, and I tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Anyway,” I said, we’ll survive. We’ve been fucking non-stop for a week.”

Amy looked down, nodding, then looked up hopefully. “Can we do a quickie now? Or later? Before you go to bed with her?” She guided my hand to her breast.

“You’ve gotten addicted to sex,” I said, chuckling. “Go take your shower. Get dressed for the restaurant.”

Amy gave me a naughty look, trying to pull me towards her bathroom. “Join me?”

Oh, how I wanted to—run my hands over her firm boobs, then pound her against the wall of the shower. But we had done that back home just before we left for the airport.

I marched her to her bathroom, gave her bum a playful swat, and left.

~~~~

When your wife of fifteen years says it’s okay to fuck someone else, can she really mean it? Or, in her love, is she sacrificing her happiness for yours?

That’s what I pondered at home one week before. I had just run for the phone, standing naked in our bedroom, and had admitted to Kate that I’d spent the night before fucking our nineteen-year-old house guest. Kate then gave her okay.

Well, not entirely. She was accepting. Understanding. Kate tried to sound lighthearted, but I heard the hurt in her voice. I knew her disappointment in not being able to satisfy my stupid, clawing, relentless sex drive.

When I hung up, I stumbled to our bed, stretched out beside Amy and stared at the ceiling.

Amy, who had been on the bed on hands and knees, eager for another round, saw my face and lay beside me.

“So is… is Kate okay? With us, I mean?”

“She says she is.”

“I knew it!” Amy laughed and kissed me, eyes sparkling. “I knew she’d be okay. Oh, Ben… this is so great!”

Amy tried to pull me on top of her, but I guided her back. I burned with guilt and uncertainty about Kate, and questions about Amy returned.

When your homeless nineteen-year-old house guest says she’s fantasized about you then offers herself, is she being honest, or is she desperate for a place to stay or someone to belong to?

I turned to her. “Amy, when you came to us, you said you had nowhere else to stay. Was that really true?”

She studied my face. “Why?”

“Just tell me.”

Amy shrugged. “Well, okay. I kinda did.”

“Kind of?”

“Okay!” she said. “I have friends. It wouldn’t have been great, but there were people I can stay with.”

“And now?”

“Same thing. I could stay with friends.” Amy gasped. “Oh, god. Katherine’s not okay? She told you to kick me out? Oh god. Oh, no…”

“No! It’s okay.” I gripped her arm. “She says we can keep sleeping together. She’s not overjoyed, but says she understands. I just wanted to make sure about you.”

Amy thought for a moment, then said, “Make sure I’m not whoring myself out for a place to stay.”

“Ooh, that’s harsh. I didn’t think so, but there’s something else. There’s this thing: power imbalance. Bosses shouldn’t sleep with employees. Landlords don’t fuck tenants. That kind of thing. Our age difference is bad enough.”

“So, if I didn’t have anywhere else to go you’d have to kick me out? And since I do, I can stay?”

I laughed.

“Ben, you didn’t coerce me, you know. I kinda did that to you. I’m not here because I had nowhere else to go. It’s because there’s nowhere else I want to be. I told you. I’ve dreamed of living here. With you. Sleeping with you.” She grinned. “After what we did last night I really, really really want to sleep with you.” She paused. “Next, you’re going to ask if I’m on the pill, right?”

Grinning, I said, “Oh, I know you are. Last week, you left your current pack prominently displayed on the bathroom counter.”

Amy winced. “Not very subtle, huh?”

I chuckled. “Not very. But even if you hadn’t, I knew you’d never have sex unprotected. You’d never try to trap me.”

“Because of mom, right?”

“Huh?”

Amy said, “I’d never trap you because that’s what mom did to get my dad to stay. Everyone knows about that.”

“Well, I didn’t, Amy. What happened?”

“He vanished the second she told him she was pregnant with me.”

“Oh, Amy,” I said quietly, “That’s awful. I had no idea.”

She sighed, pursing her lips. “Great. Should’ve kept my mouth shut. Now you think I’m even more trailer trash than before.”

I hugged her to me. “We have never, ever thought of you like that. You’re not your mother, Amy. kayseri escort How you grew up and things your mom did don’t reflect on you. Even if I’d known that about your mom, I knew you’d never trap me because you’re you, Amy. Driven, smart, and so damn honest it hurts.”

Amy smiled and pecked my cheek. She laid back, and we both admired the ceiling together. Then she said, “I’m not a child, you know.”

“Of course not, Amy.”

“Then stop treating me like one. I’m nineteen. I can make my own decisions.”

I rolled to face her. “You’re responsible for your decisions, Amy. Doesn’t mean you’re always good at making them. When I was nineteen, I was a fool.”

“Yeah? Well, I’ve never had the luxury of being a fool. I’ve had to deal with my mom and keep our house since I was little. Pay the bills, deal with all lowlifes she had hanging around, deal with all the endless shit of having no money. I wasn’t a little kid even when I was a little kid, you know?”

I put an arm around her.

“I get that you’re trying to look out for me,” Amy said. “Like you’ve always looked out for me. But I know what I’m doing, okay? If this is a mistake… staying here, making love with you… then it’s my mistake to make, okay?”

I nodded. “Okay, Amy. Okay.”

She lay back. “Good.”

“I’m never going to stop looking out for you, though,” I said.

Amy rolled on top of me and peppered me with light pecks. She reached between us to stroke me to hardness, running me between her moistening folds.

“You say the sexiest things,” she smiled, then sank my dick into her snug passage.

We made love that Saturday morning less frantically than the night before, and enjoyed it more knowing that Kate had given us permission, at least on the surface.

I knew sometime Amy would tire of me and move on. She deserved to find someone her age, someone she could love without sharing and have a future with. As long as our affair continued, I was keeping her from that future.

~~~~

We spent the rest of that Saturday fucking: in the shower, in the kitchen—everywhere.

I had to close all the curtains because Amy refused to get dressed, preferring to strut naked all day.

“Why get dressed when you’re just going to get me naked again?” she said, holding up her arms and swaying in a seductive shimmy. “Besides, I want to be available. So you can fuck me any time you want.”

I didn’t protest. I couldn’t tire of seeing Amy naked, and she seemed to enjoy me watching her. She grinned each time she caught me fixated on her breasts that stood in youthful gravity-defying firmness, or on her wonderful ass.

She moved around the house happy and carefree—playful and joking, eyes gleaming, always with a little smile. What a change from the guarded, tightly wound girl who had first moved in with us.

My heart glowed seeing Amy’s delight. I stopped worrying about the morals of the situation to bask in her joy and energy.

That night we readied for bed as if it was normal for a 40-year-old married man and his 19-year-old house guest to stand naked in the bathroom mirror brushing their teeth; that it was normal then to slip into bed together and fuck all night.

The next days were like a fantasy. We fucked each morning. We fucked at bedtime. During the night, one of us always woke then pulled the other to them for a languid half-awake mating.

I still had to go to work, and Amy had to go to her college, yet I came home to find she had rushed back to greet me wearing only one of my dress shirts or sheer panties and camisole—whatever she thought was most enticing.

We cooked together every night, though dinner progressed slowly with Amy half naked or wearing only an apron. She loved to tease, wiggling her ass or ‘accidentally’ dropping something on her boob for me to lick off. Too often, I had to bend her over the counter or table for a quickie from behind.

Kate remained busy in New York with her publisher and media events, though we talked and texted each day. We avoided discussing Amy. That would come later, we agreed, when Kate returned home and we could discuss the situation together.

Until then, Amy was my lovely, always willing live-in mistress. She was voracious, but her sexual tastes were simple—she just wanted to be fucked as often as possible. I wanted her to explore further.

Instead of letting her pull me onto her the moment we hopped into bed, I made her take time to talk, cuddle and explore. Amy loved being held from behind while I kissed her neck, playing with her pussy and breasts.

Amy discovered she adored having her breasts sucked and massaged. She held my head to her while laying back in a daze while I pleasured one firm boob then the other. After about ten minutes, though, Amy started squirming and urged me to fuck her.

At work, my busy period was still brutal, and I still had work to finish after dinner. One night, Amy stole into my study, naked and, with a sly grin, got under the desk and took me into her mouth.

Unfortunately, kayseridekifirmalar.com she went at it like an industrial milking machine, bobbing frantically. I encouraged her to slow down and play, guiding her to what I liked. She eagerly learned to nurse and lick, drawing me deep while caressing my balls, teasing playfully, all while looking up at me like a groupie worshiping a rock star.

Just before I lost control, Amy sat back, gave the head a loving lick, then crawled from under the desk and walked out, swaying her hips.

I leaped up and caught her in the hallway. She giggled when I spun her to face me.

“You little tease,” I growled. “I was ready to come. How can I get any work done when you leave me like that?”

“I was just getting you warmed up. You work too much. Come fuck me.”

Gripping her arm, I trotted her to her bedroom and pushed her backwards onto her bed. Amy watched eagerly as I stripped, spreading her legs in anticipation.

“I can tease too,” I said, and slid down between her thighs.

She tried to pull me back up. “Don’t do that,” she said, “It’s gross. Just fuck me. That doesn’t do anything for me, anyway.”

Other guys had tried it, she said, but from her description it sounded like only minimal foreplay before rushing to the main event.

“I’m not fucking you until I get you off with my mouth,” I said. “Even if it takes all night.”

Amy groaned in frustration but agreed and laid back to let me explore. I encouraged her to tell me what felt best as I teased and played with lips, tongue and fingers. Ignoring the powerful urge to just fuck her, I took my time. Soon Amy was thrusting her hips, holding my head, twisting and mewling until she built to a massive, gasping orgasm.

When I slid up to hold her as she recovered, she avoided my eyes, her lips tight with a shy smile.

“Was that okay?” I asked.

“That was volcanic! Holy shit. But… it’s so embarrassing.”

“What is?”

“Having your face down there. You making me come that way.”

“Amy, I’ve fucked you over the table with your tits in the mashed potatoes. I’ve watched you come so hard it looked like you were entering a coma. You’re embarrassed about me licking you?”

“It’s just so… I feel so exposed.”

“Mmm. Yes. It’s intimate. That’s why I like it.”

Amy pulled me onto her, desperate hunger in her eyes. “Now for fuck’s sake, will you fuck me now? Hard!”

~~~~

By Thursday, my busy period at work had wound down enough that I didn’t need to bring work home. I rushed home, eager to have the entire night to spend with Amy.

She greeted me at the door dressed in her old ‘professional uniform’ of golf shirt and khakis.

“The Petersons called,” she said. “Her dad just went into the hospital. They need me to babysit tonight.”

I felt crestfallen. “You gave up babysitting when you started at the college. Don’t they have anyone else?”

“They called everyone. I’m their last resort.” Amy pecked my cheek. “I might not be long.”

For the first time in months, I had the house to myself. Without Amy to cook with, dinner seemed pointless. I heated something dismal that slithered out of a can.

Sitting alone at the empty table, restless angst filled me. I had become used to missing Kate, but never expected to miss Amy so profoundly. The Petersons only lived four blocks away. Maybe I could stop by and see how she was doing.

I tried watching a movie. All I thought of were the times we fell asleep together on the couch and the magical delight of waking up holding her that first time.

Similar distractions filled the evening. I thought of Amy constantly, unable to focus, missing her laugh, wanting to hear about her day and to tell her about mine.

The yearning, the emptiness, unable to think of anything but her: I knew what it was. I’d felt that way only once before—with Kate.

Amy returned around ten and I rushed to meet her at the door like a puppy overjoyed at his master’s return.

“Her dad had chest pains,” she said. “They don’t think it’s serious, but they’re keeping him overnight.”

“That’s a relief. I like the Petersons. They’re always canvassing for some charity or other.”

“I know. I took their boys door-to-door some nights when I sat for them before. Ben, they’re so sweet! Hadn’t seen them since last year. They’re six and eight now and total scamps.”

Amy gushed about the boys and their house and how glad she was not to clean their pool anymore, all while dragging me to her bedroom.

“It’s only been a few hours, but I really missed you,” she said. “I kept wanting to call and have you come over. That would have looked really weird, though.”

Amy insisted I strip her and gazed at me while I removed one item at a time, kissing each part of her as it became exposed.

Finally naked, she stood flushed and breathing hard. I stripped in a flash and Amy pulled me on top of her as she lay back on her sheets. From her needy expression and how her hips were squirming, I could tell she needed me as much as I needed her.

Amy gave a short, joyful gasp when I sunk into her, eyes flying open then after a few blinks becoming lidded. The tension in her body dissolved as we mated, kissing and stroking each other’s faces, gasping, groaning, sometimes laughing. Around mid-point, we slowed, just gazing at each other, and Amy asked to get on top.

She rode me wonderfully, arms braced on my chest, head back, eyes closed with her lovely breasts jutting.

When Amy came, she planted herself desperately then gave a long, primal growl, eyes closed with an angelic expression, head drooping between her shoulders.

The exquisite beauty of her orgasm as contractions milked me inside sent me over the edge. I grabbed her hips and bucked, emptying into her forcefully.

We lay cuddling, recovering and basking in the glow of our mating. Amy absently ground her hips against my side.

I said, “That was a powerful one for you, wasn’t it?”

Amy ran her fingers over my chest. “I was imagining we were… doing it for real. Unprotected. That you were breeding me. Giving me your baby.”

I stroked her hair. “You don’t want a baby at nineteen, Amy. And certainly not with me. I’m old enough to be a grandfather.”

Amy shrugged. “Not really. I told you I used to dream about having babies with you.”

“You also dreamed about Kate being abducted by aliens. Reality isn’t so rosy. You’d never be able to launch your jewelry business if you had a kid to take care of.”

“Oh, I could if I had help,” Amy mused. She fixed me with a gaze. “Is that why you and Kate never had kids? So you could concentrate on your careers?”

“Oh, no,” I said. “We tried. Lots. But Kate was already 36 when we got married, then she had an ectopic pregnancy in our first year together. It was awful. She was in so much pain. We didn’t know what the hell it was. Anyway, that little episode did some damage. Nothing we tried after that took hold. Now she’s 51. It’s too late.”

“I’m really sorry,” said Amy.

“It’s for the best,” I said. “We’d have been awful parents.”

“What? No! You’d be great. So in love. So caring.”

I said, “Well, that’s the problem. We had a dog once, you know. Long before you started coming around to mow the lawn.”

“Oh?” said Amy.

“A big black lab. Super sweet and dumb as a rock. But we loved her.”

“Ever drop a cake on her?”

“Oh, ha ha,” I said, giving her a playful swat. “We pampered that mutt, worried about her all the time. Every time Kate thought sometime was off, we rushed her to the vet. Later on, she did get something. When she died, Kate wanted to die too. So did I. It still hurts to think about, even after all this time. Now imagine if it was a kid! It’d be ten times worse. We’d be destroyed if anything ever happened. We’d worried about every little thing… the ultimate smothering helicopter parents.”

“No,” said Amy firmly. “I was like that when I first started babysitting. Then I learned better. You will to.”

~~~~

Kate called around midnight.

“Book three is hitting the stores Monday,” she said.

“Your publisher isn’t great at planning, are they?” I said. “They said it would be weeks.”

“I know. They’re small. Anyway, they want me to stay another week. I’ve got an interview on NPR Monday and more signings in the area. There’s a reading and panel discussion at CUNY Thursday.”

“So we won’t see you for a whole other week?”

“Can you come? There are still seats on some flights for Friday afternoon. I checked. Amy can come too. The adjoining room next door is free. I could book it for her. She’d have some privacy and you two could… well, you know.”

“Kate, are you sure you want that?”

“Of course. It’ll be fun showing her the city. And my editor says she can arrange backroom tours of some of the bespoke jewelry shops here. Amy could learn a lot for her business.”

~~~~

“But I’ve never even been in an airplane!” Amy protested. “And it’s so expensive. I don’t want you two spending so much money on me.”

“We knew you’d say that,” I grinned. “Think of it as an early birthday present.”

“My birthday isn’t for two months.”

“We know. We’ve always given you a little something for your birthday since you were what? Fourteen?”

Amy’s crossed her arms. “Are you sure Katherine is… I mean, what do I even say to her?”

Taking her into my arms, I said, “Relax. You’re still friends. She cares about you. And she really wants you to go. I made sure. We’ll have to talk about how our new situation will work, but we’ll do it together.”

Amy just clung.

“Look,” I said, “you’ll have your own room… it’s adjoining. That means there’s a door between your room and our suite. You can be alone any time you want.”

“Alone with you?”

I laughed. “I mean by yourself. But yes, we can be alone together too. But you realize it won’t be all the time. Kate and I haven’t seen each other for two weeks.”

“Okay,” Amy sighed. “But I still feel like I’m going to an execution.”

~~~~

Amy placated, I shut the communicating door of her hotel room behind me and entered our suite. The hotel was reasonably priced by New York standards, and close to Kate’s publisher.

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One Week with Mr. Hansen Ch. 01

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I could hear my parents talking on the patio in the back when I got home from school. It was a gorgeous day in June, the kind that made me extra glad to be done school for the day, and made me just want to drop my books into a corner somewhere and sit outside next to the pool, enjoying the unusually warm spring day. However, for some reason, both my parents were home, so it looked like I’d spend most of the evening studying for my final exams, the first one being the next week.

I was almost done my final year of school, and I was itching to get out of it. I had already decided what I wanted to do next year, and I had earned enough credits and all my requirements by the first semester. I didn’t need any of the classes I was taking, but my parents were insistent that I finish the school year. Even though I had turned eighteen in February and could have just gone against them and left school, I wanted live at home until I got on my feet so that I would never have to deal with loans or anything during university. If I left high school early, my parents wouldn’t let me do that.

“Is that you, Claire?” my mom called.

“Yeah,” I answered, kicking my shoes off and walking through the kitchen to talk to her. I could see her and my dad sitting on the patio, and I was surprised to see my dad’s best friend, Mr. Hansen, sitting with them. “Hi, Mr. Hansen,” I said. “I didn’t know you were here.” I was pretty happy to see him. Mr. Hansen was a great guy. He was always so nice to me, and he wasn’t bad to look at, either. You couldn’t tell he was even close to the same age as my dad, except for the fact that his hair was starting to grey. He was recently single, too, which had triggered a fantasy or two for me in the past as I ignored the fact that he was old enough to be my father, and would never think of me as anything more than his friend’s daughter.

“Can you come out here and sit with us for a few minutes, honey?” my mom asked. I froze, my hand resting on the handle of the refrigerator. Her tone sounded nervous, and I immediately assumed the worst.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, turning around quickly and opening the patio door. I stepped out, standing in front of my parents. “Did something happen?”

My mom glanced at my dad, and he rolled his eyes at her. “Jesus, Deb, you sound like someone died.” He looked back at me. “Claire, your mom and I are going on a cruise.”

I smiled, relieved that no one had, in fact, died, but also happy for them. “That’s great!” I said. “Is Mr. Hansen going with you?”

My mom looked at my dad again. “Well, actually, honey,” she said. “Jeff is going to stay here with you.”

My smile faded and I paused. “I’m old enough to stay home by myself,” I said. I tried not to get angry, not wanting to embarrass myself in front of Mr. Hansen.

“We know you are,” my dad said. “But we don’t want to leave you by yourself for a whole week, and…”

“You just don’t trust me. Don’t bother making excuses.” I could feel my face flushing a little bit as I tried to swallow my anger. “What do you think I’ll do, trash the house?”

“It’s not you we don’t trust,” my mom said. “But if someone found out you were here by yourself…”

“If it makes you feel better,” Mr. Hansen suddenly said as I opened my mouth to retort, “I would really appreciate it. I’ve been pretty lonely since Mike moved out after college and Denise left.” I shut my mouth. Denise was Mr. Hansen’s ex-wife, and though I didn’t know the details, I know she had left him and that he was living by himself in their old house.

“It’s only for a week,” my mom said. “We thought you could use the company, and if you need help studying for your finals, Jeff can help you.”

There were a thousand things I wanted to say to them — that I wasn’t a kid, that I didn’t need supervision, that my finals were stupid anyways — but I kept my mouth shut. My dad had the look in his eyes that this was a final decision, and Mr. Hansen was sitting right there. I didn’t want to offend him.

“Fine,” I said dejectedly. I turned around, starting to go back into the house. I didn’t want to talk to them anymore, but both my parents stood up.

“Honey…” my mom said. I stopped, not turning to look at her.

“What?” I asked.

“Well… Mr. Hansen is going to drive us to the airport now.”

I whirled around. “You’re leaving tonight?!” I blurted.

“We just decided to go a couple days ago, and we didn’t know for sure if Mr. Hansen could stay with you until earlier today,” she answered.

I took a deep breath, trying not to freak out. My parents hadn’t even told me they were leaving, and they were just springing it on me right before they left. I was so angry with them, I didn’t want to even say goodbye.

“I’m going to Jenny’s,” I said, slamming the patio doors behind me.

“Claire!” my dad shouted. “You’re staying here. You have an exam to study for!”

“It’s Friday!” I shouted back.

My parents and Mr. Hansen came into the house behind me. “Claire, don’t be like that,” my mom said. “Look, beylikdüzü escort we don’t expect you to be home all the time, but Jeff is here to make sure you study for your exams, and you have one on Monday. You’re not going out this weekend.”

“Monday is the last day of class, Mom. My test is on Thursday, and I’m ready enough as it is!” I protested.

“You’re staying home, and that’s final. While we’re gone, Jeff is your guardian, and you are going to do what he says, do you understand?” my dad said.

“He didn’t say I couldn’t go out,” I argued.

“We’re not gone yet,” my dad said.

I almost screamed in frustration and ran up to my room. “Claire, please…” my mom called after me. “We don’t want to leave on bad terms!”

I slammed the door to my bedroom and threw myself on my bed. I couldn’t believe they were doing this to me, treating me like an absolute child. My parents had always been a little strict with me, but this was ridiculous. My heart was pounding and I was almost shaking. I couldn’t believe that I was eighteen and being restricted to my house with a babysitter for the week. A couple minutes later, my mom knocked on the door.

“Honey, I know you’re mad. We’re just trying to do what’s best for you,” she said, standing in the doorway. I didn’t reply. “Could you at least hug me goodbye? I know you’re mad but I’m still going to miss you.”

I debated just staying on my bed, but it was my mom. I got up reluctantly and she entered my room, hugging me tightly. “I’ll call if we get a chance once we’re on the boat. Try to be nice to Jeff, he’s here because we asked him, it’s not his fault.”

“Whatever, Mom,” I answered.

She squeezed me once more. “I love you, honey. Are you going to come down and say goodbye to your father?”

I shrugged. “Send my regards,” I said sarcastically.

My mom sighed and left the room. I sat back down on my bed, glaring at the wall in front of me. A few moments later, there was another knock on my door.

“Can I come in?” I glanced up, expecting my dad, but it was Mr. Hansen.

“I guess,” I answered. I was a little embarrassed to see him after making a scene, but he looked like he understood.

“I know you don’t want me here this week,” he started, “but I really do appreciate it. It gets lonely living alone, and maybe we can ignore why I’m actually here and just try to have fun together.” I shrugged in response. “Well, I just want to tell you that if you really want to go to your friend’s, go ahead. It is Friday, after all. Just be back here by midnight — I don’t want to get into too much trouble with your parents.”

I looked up at him. He smiled, and I knew he was just trying to be the “good cop” after my parents had made me so mad. I also knew that midnight was an hour later of a curfew than the one my parents would have set, and I knew that he knew that too. He was trying to get on my good side. At the moment, I didn’t really care, so I smiled sweetly. “Thanks, Mr. Hansen,” I said, mustering up the sweetest voice I could.

He grinned. “Well, I’m about to drive your parents to the airport. Why don’t you come down and say goodbye?”

With the same phoney, plastic, sweet smile plastered on my face, I followed him downstairs. My parents were standing in the doorway.

I said goodbye to them and watched as my dad and Mr. Hansen loaded their suitcases in his car. I sat on the front steps and waved nicely as they pulled out of the driveway and drove away. I waited until they had undoubtedly left our subdivision before I stood up and walked into the house.

It was still early, and I knew it would be a couple of hours before Mr. Hansen got back. So I took my time getting ready to go to Jenny’s, sending her a text message and letting her know that I wanted to go out. Both of us had fake ID’s, and I fully intended on using mine that night. I took a shower and dressed in my favourite bar outfit. I usually had to wait until I got to Jenny’s house to put it on, but since my parents weren’t home, I could wear it until I went over. It consisted of a black mini-skirt that flared out a bit at the bottom and a low cut pink halter top. I glanced in the mirror as I dressed, turning around and looking over my shoulder. I loved the way my ass looked in this skirt. I think my ass is probably my best feature, and I always dress to try and show it off. It’s not too big, but round and firm. I turned back around, looking at myself from the front. My breasts weren’t too bad, but they were a little small for my liking. The reason I loved this shirt was because I didn’t need a bra, and it made my tits look a lot bigger than they actually were. It also had an empire waist that hid the fact that I had a bit of a tummy. I had been working hard to flatten my stomach, but it just wasn’t happening.

I added a pair of knee-high black boots to my outfit and put my hair up, showing off the curve of my neck and my tanned back before putting on far more makeup than I usually did. By the time I finished, it was adana escort almost dinner time, and I called Jenny to see when she was going to pick me up so we could go for dinner before going to the club.

She showed up a half hour later, her brother having driven her over to pick us up. I grabbed my purse and ran out of the house, giving her a hug as she got out of the car. “I can’t believe they got you a babysitter!” was the first thing she said.

I rolled my eyes. “I know,” I replied. “Whatever, it’s not like he’s my father. Let’s go!”

Jenny got into the car next to me and I could see her brother looking at me in the rear view mirror. Jenny’s brother had always had a crush on me, but he was a bit of a nerd. He was in his third year of college, and I’m pretty sure the closest he’d ever gotten to breasts was looking down my shirt. I ignored him and grinned at Jenny.

Her bar clothes were far better than mine, mainly because her parents didn’t care what she wore out, nor that she had a fake ID. She was wearing a tight black dress that clung to her tight body nicely. Jenny had wonderful tits, the kind that every girl wishes she had until gravity kicks in. They must have been D’s at least, and on Jenny’s slim frame, they looked huge. She always complained that she looked like she was going to tip forward because she had no ass, and I always teased that if someone put the two of us together, we’d have the perfect package — with her huge tits, my round ass, her long red hair, and my bright eyes, we would have been the perfect girl. I would feel kind of bad for the person who would be left with my stomach and Jenny’s ass, though.

I didn’t feel exceptionally awkward checking Jenny out. We had been best friends since we were kids, and I had done a lot more than just look at her a number of times. The first time we had used our fake ID’s, two guys who were probably in their late twenties told us they’d pay our tabs if we’d make out for them. They were stupid. We would have done it for free. Another time, a guy told us that we could go with him to the VIP room if I’d suck on Jenny’s breasts. That was a lot of fun. I remember so clearly rolling down the top of her tight little dress and taking her breasts out of the lacy, strapless bra before licking and sucking on the top of her tits, moving my lips teasingly down to her large pink nipples and flicking my tongue against them. I think the guy nearly creamed himself. Jenny and I didn’t care about being shy around each other. We both found the other attractive and loved to try things together. She was the first person I ever came with, the first person who licked my pussy, the first pussy I ever licked. That didn’t stop us from dating guys, of course. Jenny got laid almost every weekend. She loved sex, and I loved hearing about her adventures with her sex buddies. I liked it too, but I wasn’t as into having random sex. I had lost my virginity with my first serious boyfriend and slept with two guys since him, both of which I slept with numerous times. Jenny slept with numerous guys numerous times. I don’t think I could keep track of all the guys she had slept with.

Jenny’s brother dropped us off at a restaurant not far from the club we wanted to go to. Even though I had seen her earlier at school, we talked the whole time.

“So what’s your babysitter like?” she asked after the waiter had brought us our meals.

“Mr. Hansen?” I said. “He’s nice. Except for the fact that he’s supposed to be babysitting me. He tried that whole ‘I’ll let you go out even though your parents said no’ thing to get on my good side. I mean, he’s a good guy, he’s friends with my parents and I’ve known him since I was born, but I’m still bummed that he has to stay with me.”

“Too bad,” Jenny said, taking a sip of her martini. “Is he at least hot?”

I laughed. “God, do you ever just keep it in your pants?”

She shrugged. “I’m not wearing pants. So is he?”

“He’s the same age as my dad,” I answered, pausing. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to admit to Jenny how attractive I found him. It might lead to a conversation about how I found a lot of older men attractive, and I had a feeling that might be awkward. “But he’s kind of got that silver fox thing going for him.”

She raised her eyebrows suggestively. “Sounds like he could be a good time,” she said.

“I’m sure you’d love for me to introduce you,” I said.

She laughed. “I’m just saying, maybe make things interesting. Loosen up. God, the last time you were with someone it was probably me. And it’s a little obvious that you want him.”

I just laughed and kept eating my meal.

We finished our meal and sat around for awhile, just talking while we ordered drinks. We definitely got a lot of stares from people who came in, but Jenny didn’t even notice, and I didn’t really care. I kept thinking about what she said about Mr. Hansen and making things interesting. He probably hadn’t been with anyone in ages, and he really did have the “silver fox” thing going for him, as Jenny had said. Jenny noticed afyon escort I was distracted, and just laughed at me. “That’s a sign you need to get laid,” she said.

“What is?” I asked.

“That you’re still thinking about your babysitter, even though we’re not even talking about that anymore.”

“Stop saying he’s my babysitter,” I grumbled. I hated the fact that she was right. I hated the fact that I was getting a little bit hot thinking about Mr. Hansen even more.

She laughed again before checking her cell phone for the time. “Come on, let’s head over to the club.”

The club was already packed when we got there, even though it wasn’t that late at all, and almost immediately after we walked in, someone sent drinks to Jenny and I. We looked over to see a group of guys grinning at us. Jenny smiled back, looking at me. “They’re cute,” she shouted over the music. I had to agree. The group of them walked over after they saw Jenny smile at them, and they sat with us at our table.

“How are you fine looking ladies doing tonight?” shouted one.

“Great,” Jenny replied.

“How old are you girls?” said another, the one sitting next to me.

“I’m 22,” answered Jenny. “My friend here is 21. Her birthday is next week so I’m taking her out!”

“Well happy birthday!” said the guy next to me. He put his arm around my shoulders. “I’m Tyson. Let me get you another drink, birthday girl.”

I laughed. Jenny and I always played this game. One time, she would be the older one, taking me out for my birthday. The next time, I would be. It ensured that by the end of the night, neither of us would have paid for many drinks. After all, the birthday girl can’t pay for her own drinks, and one of the guys who hit on us would undoubtedly pay for the other person’s — after all, the birthday girl is getting all the attention, so someone has to pay attention to her.

We had a few more drinks with the group of guys before Jenny and I excused ourselves to the washroom. By this point, I was pretty tipsy — each guy in the group had insisted on buying a drink for me. I think Jenny was a little drunk, too. One of the guys was definitely interested in her, and had paid for every drink she ordered. We spent a little time in the bathroom before we went back out, and Jenny insisted that we go and dance. We started dancing together, before the group of guys came onto the dance floor and joined us.

I love to dance. I love to dance with Jenny even more. I love to dance with Jenny and then with a very hot guy even more than that. The guy who had been sitting with me, Tyson, came up behind me as Jenny and I were dancing and put his hands on my hips, pulling me away from her slightly. I giggled and put my hands on top of his, moving back against him and grinding my ass against him. He took that as a sign that he could move his hands however he wanted, and he started to rub them up and down my sides as I moved against him. Jenny looked over the shoulder of the guy she was dancing with and grinned at me. To her, any guy worth dancing with was worth sleeping with.

I kept dancing with the guy for quite awhile. I think he was incredibly aware that he was teasing me with his body, because the more he moved his hands, the more I rolled my hips, grinding my ass against him. It wasn’t long before I felt something getting hard behind me, and I giggled. He must have known I felt his cock pressing against my ass, because he moved his hands up to cup my tits and leaned down to kiss my neck. “You’re getting me hot,” he said into my ear.

I grinned, turning my head and nipping his earlobe playfully. “Is that so?” I replied teasingly. “I hadn’t noticed.”

I had more than noticed. The feel of his cock pressing against me was sending tingles all through my body, and I knew that my thong was starting to get damp. I kept moving against him as he moved his hands against my tits, pushing his hips against my ass as he rubbed my nipples, which were starting to poke through my halter top. I moaned softly in his ear as he touched me and he started to suck on my neck. He kept pinching my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my halter top, and eventually let one of his hands trail back down to my skirt. He slipped his hand underneath it, most of my ass bare as I only had a little thong on. He cupped my round ass as he lifted the hem of my skirt just enough to press the bulge in his pants against my crack. I was tingling, my pussy dripping wet. The dance floor was crowded and everyone surrounding us were his friends. I knew if anyone saw what I was about to do, we’d be kicked out, but I also knew that we were near the center of the dance floor and security couldn’t see anything but his hand on my breast, which was perfectly okay so long as I wasn’t showing anything. So I reached behind me, the fabric of my skirt loose enough to cover my hand and the bare part of my ass as he was pressed so close to it. I undid his pants quickly and expertly with one hand and I heard him groan in my ear. My hand slipped into the front of his boxers and I pulled his cock out of the hole in the front of them. It was rock hard and I pressed it against my crack, gasping as I pressed him against my bare skin. I pulled my hand away from him, still grinding against him, feeling his cock sliding up between my ass cheeks.

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Old Man Discovers… Ch. 22

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last sentence chapter 21– “then we’ll take a break for a beer”

Satisfied and relaxed, the beer tastes great. Fred and I are sitting on the couch watching Bud in the chair slowly stroking his cock. He milks it three, four times and pinches off the pre-cum. Licking his fingers he says, “Tastes almost as good as you two’s pre-cum. Anyone want a taste?”

Fred gets up and crawls on his hands and knees over to Bud. With just his mouth he starts licking from Buds’ knees up to his crotch. Reaching Bud’s cock he sucks it into his mouth. Bud grabs his head and pulls him into his crotch.

Bud and Fred are making moaning noises. I’m playing with my cock and eying Fred’s’ ass sticking up in the air. I grab a bottle of lube and pour some into my hand continuing to stroke my cock. Getting semi hard, I walk over and kneel behind Fred. Slapping his ass twice on each cheek, I slide my cock head into his ass pussy. When he stops grunting I slowly continue sliding my cock until our balls touch. Now the moans are coming from all three of us. Slowly, gently stroking in and out, my motions cause Fred to go up and down on Bud’s cock.

“Dam, Fred, whose going to cum first? Or hopefully we all cum together and you get niğde escort a mouth and pussy full of love juice,” Bud says.

Fred moans and starts moving his body faster back and forth.

Bud smiles at me and says,”This is great.”

Reaching around I feel Fred’s cock and balls. I stroke his cock and milk out some pre-cum. Rubbing it over the head of his cock and twisting the head four, five times and he starts shooting his cum into my hand. His body slumps a little. Bud grabs his head shoving it down on his cock. Seeing all of this I stroke harder and faster into the ass pussy. Almost simultaneously Bud and I start shouting “I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum.” Looking at each other we realize our juices are pouring into Fred at the same time. Yelling and groaning cease and we all collapse.

Scooting back to the sofa I see Bud with his legs spread and his eyes closed. Fred is laying on his side with cum oozing from his ass. O.K., so it was pretty great but I realize I want something else. I want Jackie gurl. Sure it still might be some ass pussy. But with cute outfits nice tits and a small smooth cute cock.

“O.K. Gents it’s clean up time, another beer and hit the road. I have an appointment ordu escort later,” bud says.

We all struggle to our feet and Bud leads us down the hallway through the bedroom and into the bath. Whoa, I thought Fred’s bathroom was great but this is amazing. The walk-in has to be at least twelve by twelve. Nine shower heads, high, middle and low. Infrared lights, speakers, six different placed handles, three drains, three bench seats and three shower caddy’s full of soaps, body wash and shower puffs.

Bud picks up a remote control and starts pushing buttons. The shower heads, lights and stereo come alive.

“Gentlemen, I hope you enjoy my one extravagance, it will take a minute for the water to warm but you can enter at your pleasure,” Bud says.

Fred is standing there with his mouth agape and I’m as bug eyed as a five year old at Christmas. Eventually Bud opens the door and enters. Fred and I follow. We all spend several minutes walking around experiencing all the shower heads.

“MY shower, so I’m in charge, O.K.” Bud says.

With that said he grabs shower puff, some body wash and lathers his body. Next he comes to me and then Fred. Of course now we all have at least semi hard-one’s. rize escort Finally he comes and stands behind me and snuggles in close. With one hand he reaches around and starts rubbing and pinching my nipple. With his other hand he slowly inserts a finger into my ass, wiggles it around and pulls it out. Then I feel him pushing the head of his cock slowly into my ass and lets it rest there. Seeing this Fred moves to my front, kinda rinses of my cock and slowly suck the head into his mouth. Oh well, the only virgin ass of the day is getting it’s turn. I feel Bud push more of his into my ass and he starts fucking. This of course make my cock move back and forth in Fred’s mouth. As short as bud’s cock is I can still feel it hitting my cum bud – prostate. All I can think of is what if one of these people were Jackie Gurl? Would it be different, would it be better? Overwhelming feels in my tits, cock, balls and ass.

I start yelling “cum, cum,cum.” I look down and see Fred frantically jacking his cock and grunting.

Bud is shouting, “Now, now.”

I feel the cum surging through my cock into Fred’s mouth. Bud shoves his cock as far as it will go and now he’s yelling “cum, cum, cum.”

I, start to collapse but Bud grabs me around the waist and slowly lowers me on to a bench. He sits on another bench and Fred just lays sprawled out on the floor. Minutes go by and wordlessly we all rise and finish showering. Finally Bud says, “Beer time.”

to be continued…

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A Sissy’s Uniform Pt. 01

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I suppose the best place to start here is what my life currently looks like. I’m a 25 year old chastity sissy maid that lives with my dom. I would tell you my name before I was a sissy, but there’s little point, so the name we are going by here is Jessica. I’ve always had a skinny build, and this is well complemented by my dark brown hair, which after serving under my dom for the last 3 years has grown out nicely to reach just below my shoulders. I haven’t had any chemical therapy because mistress says takes away some of the fun of repressing my male tendencies, but in reality I think it’s because she likes making me wear strap on fake tits under my uniform.

And my word is it a uniform. It’s gradually increased over the last 3 year proportionally to my role as a sissy, but it’s now divided into three uniforms. The only constant that remains is my chastity cage, which is a small sized opaque pink plastic cage with two small black electrodes permanently in place either side of the head of my encased clitty (mistress is very specific about referring to it as a clitty). Mistress says that this is so that if she wishes to she doesn’t have to change my cage for another in order to shock me, which she very much enjoys. The other feature that my cage has is a small ring that rests in the middle of the shaft of the cage on the top, which (if mistress attaches it) has a small bell that rings as I move (or squirm).

But on to uniforms, the first uniform is my standard maid uniform which I wear from 7am until I am dismissed to go to bed. It’s a pink French maid uniform with white ruffles adorning the short cut arms and even shorter cut skirt. In fact, this uniform was bought to be short enough that my chastised clitty is almost always on view as a lesson that sissies should have no shame. Its also covered in small pink bows and buttons, with one zip up the back leading to a white collar that rests around my neck. This is where the small padlock resides, meaning that once the zip is up there is no way I can get out of this uniform without tearing it. Over my torso rests a white apron, tied with a bow around my back. This apron nicely frames the fake tits I have strapped to my chest, which can be seen easily through the rather unashamedly large gap cut between my collar and just above where the nipples of my tits sit. I have to say, I love the pink and white, it has always helped making me feel extra girly and putting me in the subspace I often need to perform more… tasking chores. Finally, this uniform is completed with matching panties, and a garter belt that holds up the white stockings leading down my perfectly shaved legs to the bright pink high heeled shoes. Each shoe is also nicely improved with a locking strap, meaning once I have put the uniform on every morning the only antalya escort way I’m getting out is if mistress decides I’ve been good enough to put my nightwear on.

Which brings us on nicely to my second uniform, which is simply a selection of three nighties that I have to wear to sleep. All three have a small bikini element, and a thing veil going from around the bottom of the top around my midsection. There’s little different in each of them but I have one in a light baby blue, one in a pink that matches my standard uniform and one in black. Mistress doesn’t make me put on my tits for these so it’s easier to sleep, but unsurprisingly the chastity very definitely remains on.

The final uniform is my punishment uniform, but I think I’ll save that description until it becomes relevant, which with my mistress is more often than I’d like. Speaking of, my dom is a 34 year old woman by the name of Sophie, but I’m not allowed to call her anything other than mistress. She’s strong, confident and domineering with a body to match her willpower. She’s a tall woman at 5’10”, making her a good two inches taller than me. Her hair is a muddy ginger, cut into a bob. She has light brown eyes, with a hint of green and fairly average sized breasts. Often she wears no top just to get me to strain in my chastity. In fact, if she is feeling particularly cruel I will be tasked with massaging her breasts for as long as it takes for my clitty to start dribbling in my panties (which is never that long).

Now, you may have noticed that my uniform doesn’t include a butt plug or gag, but often in the morning as a I bring mistress her breakfast she will decide on a whim whether I should wear one or both for the day. I’d say I end up wearing a standard pink ball gag 5 days a week, and I normally have a nice realistic cock shaped plug (with the average being only 4 or so inches long) slid into my fuck hole about the same amount. Although, If I’ve been slacking in my chores or mistress feels like watching me squirm for a day larger and vibrating plugs are just as easily available. In fact last week I dropped some orange juice on the carpet whilst bringing breakfast up and as a result I spent the rest of the day with a 5″ plug in my ass and a wide ring gag locked around my face. At the end of the day mistress said I only had to wear it for that day as I’d made up for my mistake through being so entertaining moaning through my ring gag every time I bent over and my tight panties forced the plug deeper. Often mistress finds a nice middle ground by not making me wear the punishment uniform but adding some difficult extras to my regular uniform. However, this brings us nicely to where we are now, all up to speed.

It was around 2pm and I was mincing about the house completing artvin escort my daily wipe down of the kitchen after preparing mistress a two course meal for lunch and eating my slave food (normally a tin of unflavoured paste with all the nutrients and energy I need; mistress says nice food isn’t for sissy slaves). Mistress had popped out after lunch to collect something from the post office and I was using this time to clean up and try and get as far down my list of regular chores before 6pm. Mistress doesn’t like me doing chores after dinner at this time because she wants me available to play with, or just out of the way as she goes about the house. If she is feeling like she really doesn’t want to see me I get locked spread eagle in my sissy bedroom and gagged.

Ding dong.

The doorbell goes off. It’s probably mistress.

I walk quickly over to the door, careful to maintain my sissy walk in my shoes as mistress can see me through the window next to the door. I open the door, and mistress in standing in from of me with a small package under her arm, roughly the size of a shoebox.

“Welcome home Mistress” I say alongside a curtsey.

“Hello Jessica!” She says in an abnormally cheery tone. Hopefully not with something in mind that’s cheering her up, normally involving me in some predicament. “I picked up an exciting gift for you!”

There was some predicament in mind then.

“Thank you, mistress, what is it?” I ask sheepishly, pretending not to be apprehensive fairly poorly. Mistress walked over the kitchen Island and placed the box down.

“Now now don’t sound so negative! A sissy should always enjoy her role, whatever it brings”. This extra advice made me even less positive, but also made my clitty start stirring.

“Quite right mistress” I say, with a far more convincing happiness this time.

“Good!” Mistress exclaimed, and then grabbed a pair of scissors from the kitchen drawer and began cutting the box open. I couldn’t quite make out what was inside yet, only a ball of bubble wrap. I moved to stand opposite the kitchen Island.

Mistress continued “I saw this online and thought it would make a fabulous addition to your daily uniform!” she placed the bubble wrapped object on the island and starting unfolding it. I was already nervous. “Do you remember those issues we’ve been having with posture?” she continued without allowing me time to answer, of course I remembered, I had spent a day in punishment uniform for failure to improve yesterday. “Well I saw this online and thought it would be the perfect fix”.

The bubble wrap folded onto the counter revealing a huge collar. It was a bright pink posture collar with white edging to match my uniform. Mistress had a huge grin across her face, I couldn’t beylikdüzü escort say the same.

“Well? Let’s try it on!” mistress picked it up and walked round the counter, I instinctively faced my back towards her so she could apply it. “Here we are, head up straight.” I complied. The collar was latex and unsurprisingly had a big lock on the back, but it also had to clips just behind the ears on either side which were harder to discern a purpose for. Mistress wrapped it round my neck from behind, totally containing the small fabric collar I now realised I was going to miss dearly.

Immediately I felt my neck straighten.

“It’s quite tight mistress”

“Come along, how is it supposed to work if it isn’t tight?”

“Yes mistress”. She locked the back and realised I could no longer turn my head fully in any direction, it was rather fixed forwards.

“Now doesn’t that look fabulous! It even matches your uniform! Do you Like it?”. I hesitated a little too long. Mistress’s playful enjoyment of the situation somewhat soured, no doubt a hangover of the punishment yesterday. My clitty was still sore from that electrocution. “Well It won’t really matter if you do, because it has two parts” She reached back into the box but I didn’t turn round quick enough to see what was in it.

Rather quickly I had a pink ball gag stuffed into my mouth, somewhat larger than the one I wear most days. Immediately the clips on the sides of posture collar made sense. The gag had an additional two padlocks making this a permanent fixture. I groaned slightly.

“Right. Maybe now, with this extra encouragement you can learn to walk like a proper sissy.” As she said this I stumbled slightly, adjusting to the new rigidity of my neck and the added strain of the gag. All in all, I looked rather ungraceful. “If you learn to do your duties with this on then I may consider removing the gag, but judging by yesterday’s display I think the collar itself will remain for a while”

I curtseyed to indicate a yes, as is procedure when I have a gag in. Mistress has tried to make my position as ‘seen and not heard’ as possible. What I had noticed was that my clitty was rock solid, straining hard in its cage and without a doubt making a mess in my panties. Mistressed noticed my protruding cage.

“See!” she grabbed my cage and gave it a wiggle “You really like it don’t you!” I audibly moaned through the gag. “That’s more like it!” Mistress walked over to the sofa in the living room and gestured for me to come over. “Come along! Let’s see how you look”.

This was definitely an exercise in amusing her.

I realised as I walked over I was having quite a bit of trouble seeing my feet and was quite cautious in walking as a result. As I came around the coffee table I accidentally kicked my foot into the corner, and to my horror sent a vase crashing off the side and smashing onto the hardwood floor.

A moment of silence. My eyes went wide.

“I think that is at least a few hours in the punishment chair.”

To be Continued.

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Reconnecting with Rene

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More than a year ago, I posted a story that shared a fantasy of mine that I had otherwise kept to myself for the past few years, namely, fucking my older female boss over her own desk at work. While I found the woman, Rene, anything but sexually attractive when she first hired me (if for no other reason because she was in her early 50s and I in my mid 20s), as my respect for her grew over the next several months, so budded a very real desire to plug her good and not adversely affect my job. I started to see her in a whole new light and realized that, for an older woman, she was pretty sexy.

Beside her age, I noticed she was actually sort of my type. I always gravitated toward more petite women, and Rene stood no taller than 5’2″ and was thin with pale white skin. Despite her frame, she had a nice, firm rack that I desperately wanted to touch, and her ass was as round and sexy as they come on women in their 50s. What she did to accentuate that body is what really helped attract me to her, always wearing fashionable blouses and skirts, accompanying her outfits with the right pair of high heels and making sure her short blond hair was perfectly done. Her stylish glasses were perfect for not only making her older face appear more youthful, but also for somehow bringing out, not obscuring, her pretty blue eyes.

Rene had supervised me for the better part of three years before the company let her go without notice and without any specific reason to give her, but the severance package certainly softened the blow, I’m sure. As Rene left my life that day, so did my unrealistic hope of ever banging her. No, I never really thought it would happen, but it was fun to think about, so fun that I wrote about it and never stopped fantasizing about it.

A year after Rene left my life, I was chatting with a co-worker in my office one afternoon this past April. In the course of my conversation with this female employee, who has asked to remain nameless in this story, I came to find out that she was the niece of Rene, who had actually referred this girl to my company for a job in the first place.

Upon finding out that my co-worker was related to my former boss, I also discovered that Rene was recently divorced. It was sad to hear, but I couldn’t help but wish Rene hadn’t been attached when I was seeing her everyday at work back in the day – as ridiculous as I thought it was that it would have changed anything between us. Still, like I said, it was fun to think about.

Now, I may or may not have slept with this particular co-worker on at least one occasion, so when I asked her how her aunt was doing, one of the things she said was, “Of course, I never told her about that one night we had,” she laughed. “That would probably just make Auntie jealous.”

“Jealous?” I quickly responded. “Jealous how?”

My friend seemed uncertain how to answer that, but she said something along the lines of, “Please, Auntie had such a thing for you, the handsome young man on her staff. If you were having sex with anyone, she would want it to be her.” She was blushing a little, clearly uncomfortable talking about this subject.

I let out a little laugh. “Truth be told, I kind of had a thing for her too,” I chuckled again, trying to play it off as if I weren’t 100 percent serious.

“What? Isn’t she, like, too old for you?”

“Well, you know . . .” I responded, and the conversation continued like something along those lines. At the end of that discussion, my mind was on only one thing. Immediately I recalled that a long time ago, Rene had emailed me her personal cell number for a work-related issue. To my relief, I found that number in my trash bin and programmed it into my phone right away.

After determining that I would contact Rene with the hope of a hook-up, I did nothing for several days, paralyzed by nerves. What would I say? Did I really think I could just text or call my old boss, who was nearly twice my age, and think it would result in having sex with her? Hell, it would be super hot if it did, but anything short of that end wasn’t really worth reconnecting with my former supervisor. And what would I say? And how did I know her niece wasn’t exaggerating or, even if she wasn’t, that Rene had actually been serious when she had somehow communicated a sexual interest in me?

After days of deliberating, I figured the worst case was an awkward conversation and I would never see or hear from Rene again. The best case, hey, you never know. Thank goodness I texted her.

I finally texted Rene under the pretense of seeing how she was doing following her divorce. I told her that I had talked to her niece and that her niece had implied that Rene might like hearing from me. As the conversation progressed, I used the divorce as my in, telling her that her new relationship status would free her up with the younger guys like myself. One thing led to another, and, even before I knew it, my heart was pounding as I nervously texted her back to tell her ısparta escort about my fantasy of fucking her in her office when she had been my boss. I was one favorable response from a dream come true.

Just two days after I texted Rene, we had a date set. I call it a date, since I don’t really know what else to call dinner and sex, but it was a little weird to think of it as a date with someone in her mid 50s while I was still in my late 20s. Yeah, we went out to eat simply to catch up, but we had also decided to go back to her place afterward for no uncertain activity, making dinner more than just a casual affair.

Honestly, the dinner was really awkward. I didn’t want anything more our Rene at that moment than to bang her and hope it was as fun as I had always imagined. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy talking to her; actually, it was nothing that was her fault at all. I just felt really uncomfortable talking to a woman old enough to be my mother when all I wanted to do with her was bend her over and fuck the hell out of her. The fact that my desires were out in the open didn’t change that weird dynamic I felt.

What didn’t hurt, though, was Rene’s outfit. We had planned to dress like we did for work so as to enhance the fantasy. I came to dinner in khakis, a button-down shirt and a tie. Rene wore a short, tight black skirt, a button-down blouse and black high heels that were about three inches. She had just gotten her hair done, as she told me, and her blue eyes seemed to have an extra sparkle coming through those black-rimmed glasses. She was as excited as I was but didn’t seem quite as nervous.

After dessert, we took separate cars to Rene’s house. Originally, we planned to do the deed at my apartment, since Rene still had one of her daughters living at home. However, when Rene learned that her girl was staying at a friend’s house tonight, we changed the location. We figured it would be a little more private in a house as opposed to an apartment complex.

Up to this point, I was anxious that this whole thing was a mistake, that it wouldn’t come close to living up to what had ran through my head for the most of the last three years. Maybe it was because Rene was much older than I, but not only did I feel awkward pursuing intercourse with a woman whom I had had a strictly professional relationship with prior to this week, but I felt like a virgin all over again, like it was my first time. The confidence I had built up sexually, especially over the past couple years, abandoned me as I sat at Rene’s kitchen table and watched her pour us each a glass of wine.

Some more superfluous small talk ensued as we imbibed out beverages until the drinks were gone and Rene, thank goodness, cut right to the chase: “It’s not my old office desk, but do you think this table will do?”

“It will do just fine,” I said. I could feel a goofy smirk on my face that I couldn’t control as I stood up and placed my empty wine glass on the nearby counter. It was like Rene’s words were magic, dispelling my nerves immediately once I realized we were about to really do this hot, decadent act. I think my cock was fully erect before I was standing up straight.

Rene looked around quickly to make sure all the curtains were drawn. We couldn’t have any nosy neighbors spoiling our fun! Next, she hit the dimmer switch so that the light was low, just enough so we could see and enjoy everything we were about to do. All that was left was for Rene to clear the table, which just had a napkin dispenser and salt and pepper shakers, and we were ready to use the piece of furniture for the best thing for which it would ever be used.

This hook-up with Rene, with such a unique context in my experience, was very much a first for me, so I recalled other firsts in my past to help me carry through with it without any awkward incidents. I knew I needed to do anything but over-think the fact that my very vivid fantasy was about to become very, very real. Instead of letting nerves get the better of me, I let the excitement grip me, which helped me leap over any inhibitions I felt in regards to joining my body to this sexy older woman’s.

Rene started by unbuttoning her blouse, not delaying but simply opening the whole thing from top to bottom, revealing a black lace bra. “Tell me exactly how you want it,” she said, grinning as her eyes gleamed behind her glasses.

“Don’t you be shy either,” I said, almost unknowingly pulling at my own clothes frantically. We agreed on partial nudity to aid the office theme, so I removed just my pants and boxers, leaving on my shirt and tie, while Rene removed only her underwear, leaving the shirt on (but open, of course) and her skirt as well. She removed her panties first and carefully pulled them around her shoes, leaving the footwear on, per my request. Then she removed her bra, revealing to me, at last, those boobs for which I had longed, small but so round and perfect were they on her petite body, especially kastamonu escort considering her age.

Cutting right to the chase, Rene turned away from me, facing the table and bending over it, resting herself on her elbows as she looked over her shoulder back at me. The rest was up to me.

My exposed cock at full mast, I stepped up behind my former supervisor and, first, pushed her skirt up her thighs and past her ass. I gave one of her butt cheeks a squeeze, wondering if one day I would fuck that ass, but such a request would be better at a later session, should this sexual element remain in our renewed friendship. Next, my finger searched for Rene’s pussy and was greeted by confirmation that my old boss was every bit as excited as I was.

“You’re as wet as I always imagined,” I said to Rene as I pushed my finger into her pussy, costing my digit with her excessive juices. “I bet you’re just as tight too.” For that last part, actually, I didn’t know what to expect. She was an older woman, so I knew she would be more broken in than the younger gals I was accustomed to fucking. I was well aware, though, and in much anticipation of how Rene’s years of experience would make up for any wear and tear on her body.

Rene tilted her head back and moaned as I started to finger her, sliding back and forth slowly at first but quickly increasing my pace. She let me pleasure her manually for just a minute or so before she said, “Put your cock in there,” her tone sounding like she was begging.

“You’re the boss,” I said, grinning as I pulled my finger out of her and wiped some of her juices on the tip of my cock, preparing it for entry. I was proud of my boss reference there and had always wanted to use it in a sexual context. Rene, on the other hand, was more interested in my getting to work on nailing the shit out of her sexy little body than my cleverness.

It was now or never. My heart was in my throat as I put one hand on my former boss’s lower back and used my free hand to guide my cock toward that mature fuck hole. For the first time in my life, I would be joining my body to one that was beyond early 30s in age, and it was with the only woman with whom I had ever imagined doing such. My mind swirled with a mix of raging lust and unbelief as I worked the tip of my manhood into my sexy supervisor, eliciting a sigh from both of us as we only just began to fulfill our dream.

I cursed as I pushed the first inch of me into Rene, sinking both sets of my fingers into her ass as her warm, wet insides greeted and enfolded my cock. Rene moaned, scratching her nails against the table as I slowly thrust forward until all of me was sheathed inside of her. My head was swimming, and my heart was pounding harder than I could remember in a long time as this wonderful realization set in. With my balls touching my former boss’s clit, I held tightly to her ass and ground up against her, for the moment enjoying the sensations of just being inside her.

Rene’s pussy was tighter than I imagined for an older woman, leaving me not the least bit disappointed. As I held firm inside her for just another moment, Rene started to grind back against me, rotating her hips slightly but just enough to give me an additional rush. I couldn’t wait to see what other tricks she had picked up throughout the course of her sex life, which undoubtedly extended beyond my entire lifespan.

In such a trance was I that I kind of had to come to my senses before I actually began to fuck Rene. The two of us seemed content to just grind on each other until I snapped out of it, at which point I looked down at my cock inside that tight, mature pussy and pulled back slightly. I could very evidently see streaks of Rene’s juices on the shaft of my dick as it pulled back until just the tip was still inside her. Then I pushed right back into her, firmly and fairly quickly, breaking in her pussy for me as we both moaned.

After a few more deliberate thrusts like that one, I leaned forward a little more, pushing Rene down a bit and forcing her to spread her legs a tad more, her high heels scratching against the linoleum kitchen floor. Once we were positioned just right, I began to pump in and out of her at a faster and steady pace, which felt really, really good for both of us. It felt like I was in a dream, but I was really having sex with Rene!

Rene lifted her head up and looked straight forward as she moaned and encouraged me on. Now I was just getting past the initial disbelief of my good fortune to be actually fucking my old boss like I had often fantasized and was more and more able to just fell headlong in the wicked pleasure of nailing this divorcee over her own kitchen table. As I pounded her harder and faster from behind, that table began to creak and my flesh started to slap against hers as I thrust into her over and over again. The longer we fucked, the louder Rene moaned, but the quieter I got as I focused on giving it to her good. I swear, her kayseri escort pussy felt like it was getting tighter and tighter the more I plowed into it.

Rene’s twat was dripping wet, squishing as I thrust in and out of it faster and faster. Rene writhed against the table, her nails leaving faint scratches on the surface as she took my steady pounding. As I fucked her, I had the presence of mind to finally see for myself if those boobs felt as good as I had always fantasized. Letting go of her ass, I slammed to the hilt inside her, reached underneath, pushing away her blouse, and grabbed a hold of one boob in each of my hands as I leaned forward and ground against her.

“Your boobs feel amazing,” I panted as I squeezed them nice and hard before I resumed my thrusting motion in and out of her. Now I was leaning over on top of her, holding dearly to her tits and slamming myself back and forth into her body, rocking it forward with each push. The table creaked louder and even started to shift forward a bit as I drilled Rene from a lower angle, fucking her a little more slowly but harder and more deliberately, causing my balls to swing forward and slap her clit each time I buried my prick inside the warm confines of her womanhood.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Rene moaned with each push of my hips into her. Being this close to my mature friend now, I was beginning to feel really warm, causing my forehead to sweat and the skin under my shirt to become clammy. The breathing of both of us grew more and more ragged, and Rene’s moans got louder and louder until she let out one big, drawn-out cry.

“I’m cumming!” she yelled, going rigid as he body rocked with an orgasm. I squeezed her boobs hard again and fucked her pussy as deep as I could right through her climax, causing her to shudder and spasm even more than she already was. Her cunt had a vice-like grip on my member, and judging by her moaning and convulsing, her orgasm lasted more than a minute until she at last indicated the waves of intense pleasure that were crashing through her body were subsiding.

In the passion of these moments, all my confidence was restored, to the point where, once Rene relaxed against the table after cumming, I gave her just a couple more thrusts before pulling out and asking her to roll over. While I enjoyed the doggystyle position over the table with this woman for whom I had no romantic feelings, I wanted to give her some room to kick those sexy legs while I fucked her before it was my turn to cum.

Rene, panting and sweating, rolled onto her back, her unbuttoned top falling open and giving me a full view of her heaving breasts. Wasting no time, I picked up her legs, holding them up in the air and resting them on either of my shoulders, in so doing, spreading her beautiful pussy. Perhaps still feeling the aftershock of her climax, Rene quivered slightly as I pushed my cock back inside her, not wanting to be apart from my former boss’s pussy again until I had unloaded in it.

Rene and I moaned in unison as I sank all the way back inside her until my balls made contact with her taint. As I pushed all the way forward, my shoulders bent Rene’s legs back with me, stretching her out nicely. Starting out, I wrapped my arms around my lover’s legs, gripping her ankles just above her high heels with my fingers. Then I proceeded to resume fucking the mature 50-something-year-old lady deep in her delightfully constricted cunt.

As I thrust in and out of Rene, she gripped the edge of the table where her ass was and held herself in place. After a minute of my fucking her in that manner, she started to rotate her hips and grind up against me, working with me to maximize the pleasure for both of us. I assumed these moves were little tricks she had picked up along the way, as her sexual experience by far exceeded mine. The things this woman could do with her cunt and body were subtly but wonderfully unlike what the younger girls from my experience could do. I realized in that moment that what I was doing was more than just fulfilling a dirty fantasy of mine. I had an opportunity here for some serious, extended fun with this woman.

I slammed into Rene harder and faster as she urged me on, my arms wrapping tighter around her legs, my nails sinking deeper into her ankles and my shoulders pushing her legs farther and farther back until I decided to let go and, instead, latch onto her small but firm boobs again. I leaned even farther forward to squeeze those tits, causing Rene’s legs to spread even more, her ankles sliding down my arms toward my biceps. All the while I continued to pound her tight pussy hard and fast to the sound of our moans and the creaking table beneath us.

At last, I felt my balls welling up. “Where should I cum?” I asked, desperation in my voice as I could hardly hold in my seed any longer.

“Inside me,” Rene said between breaths, her body sliding up and down the table as I relentlessly fucked her, even as she held the table so tightly that her knuckles were white. Still holding fast to Rene’s boobs, I drilled her pussy as fast as I could, starting to lose my breath until I finally let loose inside her pussy, moaning and shaking uncontrollably as I shot off streak after streak of semen into my boss’s womb.

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It had been a long day at work and I was tired. I dragged into my apartment, briefcase in hand, ready to just shower and sleep. But I knew something more was waiting for me. Or more to the point a few someones. I can’t really explain my affinities for certain people and certain fantasies but they truly intrigue me. As I was saying, I walked into my apartment and was met by my, for lack of a better word, “staff”. I had 2 men and 2 women on my “staff” to satisfy any desire I had. And I truly mean ANY desire. I didn’t require all 4 of them all the time but it was nice to have options. I, of course, outfit my staff in uniforms and it seems that my friends had really taken to my new selection.

Rafe and James looked masculine and godlike in their custom outfits. Tight black pants and a black and red vest. My ladies, Jordan and Lex had short red mini skirts on and a white halter so thin I could see their pert nipples through the fabric. I started to feel better when I saw them, my weariness was less pronounced and I felt like smiling. They converged on my and relieved me of my jacket, shoes and briefcase, all the while giving me welcome home kisses and caresses. I had never been more grateful to be home and to be cared for. I tried to tell them that I beylikdüzü escort was tired but they wouldn’t hear of it. So I decided to go along. James started cooking a nice dinner while Jordan and Lex accompanied me to my room and helped me undress.

My ladies were so gentle and relaxing that it helped me get in the mood. Lex picked a nice skirt and tank top for me to wear while Jordan went through my lingerie and selected purple lacy ensemble that I hadn’t worn in awhile. It barely covered anything which is one reason she picked it. A lacy thing with garters and a very see through bra that made my nipples peek through. It was Jordan’s favorite as the black leather skirt, and red top was Lex’s. They wouldn’t answer me when I asked why I was getting so dressed up. They just silenced me with kisses and made me wear their favorites. I could tell Jordan was feeling good because she got in a few extra touches that piqued my interest. All of a sudden Lex walked to me and gave me a ravishing kiss that made me melt. Little did I notice that Jordan had walked up behind me, reached her arms around and started playing with my nipples. My muscles tenses and my breath started to get ragged. Then abruptly they stopped and I almost fell bolu escort to the floor.

“I don’t want to muss your clothes when you look so lovely.” Jordan said.

I laughed and told her, “Then you shouldn’t be starting when you don’t intend to finish.”

Lex chimed in with her soft, velvety voice, “We just wanted you to feel good after the day you had.”

I smiled and flounced away to the kitchen to see my lovely men. Oh how I had missed them. They were so strong and powerful. They exuded confidence but not arrogance. They treated me like myself and cherished me when at work all the males treated me as a stupid woman who wasn’t equal to them.

So I cherished my time with them and how they made me feel. Rafe was my strong and dominant man while James was tender and loving. A nice combination for my guys. While normally I like sweet loving when I’m tired, the girls had gotten me riled up enough to want lots of energy. I silently thanked my ladies when the guys ogled me with passion. I almost told them all to forget dinner, that I was too ready, but they had put a lot of effort into making my favorites and I would feel churlish to refuse. So we all sat at the table legs intertwined underneath, and enjoyed a pleasant meal. bursa escort When James got up to get dessert I groaned, I was so stuffed. But he came back with a dish of strawberries and homemade whip cream. Lex picked one up, dipped it in the cream and fed it to Rafe with exquisite slowness. I wanted the same and James knew of course, so he grabbed one and fed it to me. I wanted to lick the cream off his fingers but he decided to tease me and do it himself. I groaned with impatience, but they just smiled at me.

It happened so fast and yet so slow it felt like it took a lifetime, but we all rose from the table and walked into the bedroom, kissing and touching. I love having a group of people, it creates so many new things and we all find something new and exciting to do. I was so happy about the guys’ uniforms; they accentuated all the greatest parts of them and fed my need for them. My ladies….I can’t say enough about them. They are stunning. Tonight, I wanted to be the center of ALL the attention, I wanted them all to cater to me and please me in every way. So I gathered them all around me and started taking off pieces of clothing starting with the guys’ vests. I marveled again at my luck to have such beautiful bodies to admire. I turned around to face Jordan and Lex while Rafe and James began caressing my backside. I touched Jordan’s nipple through her shirt and she moaned, so I put my mouth down to it and nibbled on it. Meanwhile, I used my other hand to massage Lex’s breast which she had already exposed.

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