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The couple stepped up the flight of stairs to their second floor apartment as Amber — a girl they knew 35 years before — walked out of her apartment across from theirs.

She looked at the couple, they were old, Amber figured. Probably in their 50s. Pretty old.

“Hi,” Amber said as she looked at them. They looked just like Marty and Victoria. Was it Halloween? Amber wasn’t sure. She’d spent the previous few days drunk and fucked — but she was relatively sure she hadn’t lost a month of time.

“Good morning,” Martin managed. “We’re Marty’s parents. You must be Amber,” he said. It was bizarre to him. To know this woman’s future as she was completely clueless.

“You look just like him,” Amber said.

“This is my wife,” Martin said, introducing Vicki to Amber.

“Hi,” Vicki said.

Very creepy, Amber thought. Marty’s mother looked just like his girlfriend. She’d read about these kinds of desires in her psycho-sexuality class. Very Oedipus. She hadn’t thought Marty was that way, but he was a bit awkward in his intelligence. Maybe Mommy was the only woman who loved him, so maybe he was just looking for a Mommy-clone with Victoria.

Vicki tried to think of something to call herself. Vicki or Victoria — what she used to call herself — would have been too strange — and they hadn’t quite figured out how to handle moments when they might be recognized.

“I’m Mrs. Rochester,” she managed.

Amber wanted to shake her head to get the cobwebs and cum out … she’d drank too much alcohol and cum in the past two days. Instead, she just smiled and started walking down the flight of stairs.

“Nice to meet you,” she said. “I have to get to class. Hope to see you around,” she said — but she wasn’t sure she wanted to.

Martin and Vicki knew that girl’s future. She’d die in 1998 in a car crash along an interstate in Memphis, Tenn. She fell asleep at the wheel, careening across Interstate 40 and hitting an oncoming vehicle, killing a minister and scientist in the other car as well. A triple-fatal wreck was Amber’s fate. Part of their mission wasn’t to change time, yet. This was an experiment. Martin Rochester had figured out the technology of FluX, so he was able to demand the first experiment.

In the year 2023, President Harold Wilson and a handful of the top scientists awaited the results. It was classified Top Secret, messages about it hand-delivered and immediately burned. None of the technology was in any server anywhere. Only the three computers hardwired to one-another to get FluX to work.

Martin and Vicki walked into the apartment. It seemed so, small. They both started laughing uncontrollably as they toured their first apartment together. In their history, this was their experiment. But they’d leave here after the next semester for a place with a single bedroom that they’d start to share after they got married.

They got married in 1990 after their tragedies.

They were here to just get them beyond those few tragedies. That was their only mission. It was a personal one. Dealing with 9/11 and the attacks on Orlando in 2019, those time-travel switches could wait. This one mission, though, was both an experimental one to see how life could be switched — and if it was worth the tinkering with time. Nobody really knew.

Plus, what do you do? Stop Osama bin Laden? Or go back and stop Adolf Hitler? Go back and end slavery before it begins? Go back and check out the validity of Christ or Buddah? Nobody was really sure.

Thus, the experiment.

“We lived in a small place,” Martin said. He looked down at the newspaper. August 31, 1989. Perfect. He took from his nap sack an envelope.

Vicki picked up the phone book and looked up a hotel where they could stay. Check in wasn’t until 3 p.m., but they couldn’t stay with their younger selves just yet. Plus, this apartment wasn’t meant for four; it barely was meant for two.

She Fahrettin Altay Escort called and made the reservation. She looked at her husband as she held the clunky phone that was tied to the wall. How did anyone ever live this way, she thought, a smile coming to her face.

“You are a genius,” Vicki said. “I don’t believe we are back in 1989. Do you know how horny I was that year? I spent so much time trying to stop myself from myself.”

“How did that work out for you?”

“Well, remember how depressed I was that second year we were married because I didn’t know what we were doing by just having sex and not having kids?”

“Of course, hon,” Martin said. He knew their history all too well. That was part of the reason they were here. To make it so they could reproduce. It’s a strong desire in humans.

Vicki sat down on the futon where her younger version had been hamstrung by horniness earlier in the morning. “Come here,” she said.

Martin walked over and was about to sit down when she stopped him by holding her hand on his left him. She unbuttoned the button and zipped down the fly on his dockers.

He thought he might need to write this down for his after-action report. Time-travel makes people horny. Very horny.

She looked up at him.

“Remember how we never had sex in this apartment? We both went about our ways with our secrets?” she said. “Well, that changes now. I’m going to suck your cock and we’re going to fuck right here, right now.”

His cock was already starting to come back to life as she ripped down his shorts. She nuzzled against his belly and lowered her mouth onto the head of his cock. With one hand, she pulled him close to her face. He ran his left hand through her soft red hair. Time had lightened it, but it retained its basic color. His other hand he reached down to her blouse, reaching in and rubbing her breasts.

She looked up with her ocean blue eyes and smiled at Martin for just a moment, and then got back to sucking. It had taken a decade of their marriage before she learned to suck cock — and several more months before she truly loved it. But she did now. It was what she wanted to do. To please her genius of a husband.

His knees buckled a bit. He was 55-years-old and while he loved sex, and receiving oral, he hadn’t anticipated two sessions in five hours. He moved both of his hands onto his wife’s face, guiding it back and fourth as his 8-inches were hardening and lubricated by the nature of Vicki’s mouth.

She pulled down her shorts and moved her right hand from the small of his back to the moisture in her core. She played with her clit, something she never did in this apartment before, and dipped her finger — and then a second one — into her pussy.

And that’s what she called it now. Her pussy. She owned it and leased it to her husband.

For his pleasure and for hers.

Vicki moaned.

Martin did as well.

He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra up, exposing her still 34C breasts. They’d both stayed in shape throughout their lives. They loved one-another and loved sex with one-another now. Sure, it took time, but it happened. They didn’t give up on each other.

And now the sex was hotter than ever.

Her sex was smooth. She learned she preferred it this way — although on her honeymoon night it was just a soft patch of pubic hair. But now it was exposed for easy access for licking and rubbing and fucking.

Vicki pulled Martin’s cock from her mouth.

“Fuck me, babe,” she said. She moved back to the futon that was in couch position. She hooked one leg underneath an arm of the futon and spread the other leg wide. Her legs were still defined from her five-mile runs on a daily basis. Her tattoo was out for the world to see again. Her pussy was wet from her play and from her thoughts of having dirty sex in such a “pure” place.

Martin Fahrettin Altay Escort Bayan leaned down and kissed his wife along the neck and on the rise of her left breast. He ran his cock along her clit and slapped it down against her body, teasing her only briefly.

Then he jammed it in, to the hilt. There were times when she wanted to make love, and there were times when she wanted to fuck. Martin could tell right away this was not a time where she wanted the touch of a rose, but of the thorn.

He grabbed her left leg as his cock impaled her and thrust inside her. She reached down with both of her hands, rubbing her exposed clit with one, and reaching down to squeeze her husbands balls and cock with the other as he slammed into her. She was breathing heavy and loving the sex, the thrill, the oneness.

Vicki felt the orgasm from out of nowhere. Maybe it was the result of being withheld for decades because of her family’s religious doctrine, but here, she was cumming hard all over her husband’s cock.

“Oh my God!” she shouted to the being she once was assured about, but now looked at as — at least partially — a human creation to alleviate fears of death and take control of some parts of society. “I’m cumming soooo hard,” she laughed as Martin’s cock railed inside her.

He felt like God as he fucked.

Vicki’s fingers reached up and — with her thumb and index finger — began to squeeze Martin’s nipple. Tight. A little pain with the pleasure. He reciprocated with her right breast, squeezing hard. It was far from agony. It was a good pain. Pain reminds you you’re alive, even with accompanied by pleasure.

He pulled his cock from his wife of 35 years and rolled her over. She instinctively arched her ass higher to give him access to her pussy. He grabbed her thighs and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her pussy, then slowly drove it back inside her womb.

Vicki rubbed her hand along her clit and onto his cock and balls as he slide his length inside her. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder as he blazed on. His loins were on fire with the friction and passion.

“Oh, yeah…” he breathed. “So close.”

“Inside me,” she begged. And he responded, shooting his seed into her for the second time in six hours. Not bad for their age, he thought.

They recovered and showered for a few minutes together. Their memories of where things were was perfect. The clean towels were kept in his closet. Bar soap? Wow… it had been decades since they’d used bar soap. And the television remote was bigger than many personal telecommunicators of their new year, 2023.

Still, it was nice to be back, reliving some of their memories and making new ones.

They left a note next to the door on the ground in an envelope and marked it: “Marty & Victoria: Open, read together.” They walked out the door and locked it behind them.

Vicki and Martin were hungry after the time-travel and sexual escapades. They’d been to Bloomington a year before and were sad their favorite hang out had been burnt down in an arson fire. But it was still here now. They strolled along Third Street, an old couple among thousands of young students who had no idea they were seeing history walking down the sidewalk.

That afternoon, they would check into their hotel near the College Mall and sleep. They would have to await a phone call.

That afternoon, their younger selves would meet at the Sample Gates at the intersection of Kirkwood and Indiana Avenue, walking south, uphill, to their apartment. Marty loved looking at his girlfriend — even dressed conservatively, she was so damn sexy. He wondered if he could get to third base tonight.

Amber was walking in from her day as well when they were walking up the flight of stairs. She’d had a hard day. Two classes and a blow job to her boss at work. She really needed Escort Fahrettin Altay to start saying no to all these guys, but yes was so much easier.

“Hey guys,” Amber said. “How’s it going?”

“Good,” Victoria responded. She didn’t trust Amber. Something about that girl was just unpure.

Amber looked at Marty.

“You look just like your father, Marty,” she said.

He didn’t know how to respond. His father had been dead six years and actually he had more of his mother’s genes.

“Excuse me?”

Amber looked at the couple, who were obviously bewildered by her comment. Maybe Mr. and Mrs. Rochester were surprising the young couple. God, she hated that thought. She should tell them his parents were here — just so they could get all their condoms and sex toys stashed. She hated when her parents visited, she’d fret the entire time worried they’d finger her dildos. But it wasn’t her business.

“Um, nothing. Sorry. I’m a bit out of it. It’s been a hard week,” Amber said, remembering she had a meeting with a classmate in 30 minutes that was going to lead to a dorm room blow job. She was sure of that much.

“Alright,” Marty said, opening the door and letting his girlfriend in first. On the floor, there was a large envelope that looked like he’d been slipped under the door frame. That didn’t seem possible, Marty thought. It was much too thick to slide easily and was a foot inside the hallway. No way could an envelop that size fit under that door and, along with that, have enough momentum to be pushed 12 inches.

Victoria read the top of it aloud as Marty shut the door. They went to the futon where they’d had sex 35 years later, and six hours before.

They opened it and read the words together.

“Marty and Victoria, this is going to be, possibly, unbelievable. But it’s true. Victoria, you’ll probably consider this some work of the Devil, it’s not. It’s the discovery of Marty 35 years from now.

Marty — you’re on the right track with your ‘fluid’ concept. Time is just moments of ripples, and you can drop another drop into it, and cause new ripples into old ones. Victoria — what you saw your sister and her husband do wasn’t sinful. It was beautiful. They did that again recently, and they’ll soon announce she’s due in May (keep this a secret, please. They don’t know yet).

We are you and we’d like to meet. Yes, it’s scary. Yes, it’s incredible. Yes, it’s true. We are at the Atwater Inn, (812) 555-4432. This is a secret for just us four.

We understand if you don’t believe right now. Here are a few things to be aware of: Chris Everett is going to beat Monica Seles in the U.S. Open in two days, but will lose in the finals to Zina Garrison. A jet is going to crash in Cuba, killing more than 100 but less than 200 people. Living Color is going to win best act of the year at the MTV music awards and the Jerry Lewis telethon is going to raise precisely $42,737,219. That’s all happening in the next few days. Please meet us at your favorite place to eat at 7 p.m. — Martin and Vicki”

Victoria looked at Marty, completely taken aback.

“Is this some kind of joke?”

Marty had no idea what was happening. He was thrilled but confused. If he’d figured out time-travel, why were there still bad things in time? Did he need to grow older for another 30- plus years before going back and fixing injustices?

Is this what Amber was talking about?

He got up and grabbed Victoria’s hand, walking out their front door and going to Amber’s apartment, pounding on it. She’d just sat down on her futon to watch some TV when she heard the pounding and it startled her. She’d hoped it wasn’t her professor wanting another blow job.

Amber looked in the peephole and saw her neighbors, and opened her door.

Marty was to the point.

“Amber. What did you mean I look like my father?”

“Um? I don’t know. You know your parents are in town, right?”

“OK,” he said. Of course, it made no sense. His father was dead and his mother was in the United Kingdom working on a project for their fledgling space program.

“Well, I just said hi to them.”

“What did they look like,” Victoria said.

Amber smirked. It was an odd question.

“They looked like … like you two.”

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You may want to read Seducing Jenna before reading this story.

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Jenna and I laid on the couch, our bodies intertwined, kissing like two lovers. I could feel her hard little nipples pressing in to me and I didn’t want to move, but I knew she wanted more and I wasn’t going let the opportunity pass to continue our tryst. I moved over her and got to my feet and stretched out my hand to her. Taking my hand, she got to her feet also. Hand-in-hand, we walked across the room toward the stairs. When we got to the stairs, I urged Jenna ahead of me. I wanted her going up the stairs first so I could watch her tight ass. We were almost to the top and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I reached out with both hands and sunk my fingers into the firm globes of her ass. “You have a perfect butt,” I groaned as I squeezed.

She stopped walking, looked back over her shoulder and said “thank you.” As I played with her, my hands pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her tight asshole to my gaze. I massaged her for a few more seconds then gave her a playful swat on her right cheek. “Let’s keep moving or we’ll never make it to the shower,” I said and we climbed the last few stairs.

I moved beside her, took her hand again and led her to the master bathroom. Jenna gasped when she walked in. “This is amazing.”

One of the best things my ex-husband did was include a huge walk-in shower in the master suite. You could easily fit five or six people in the shower, but right now I was just thinking about one other person. We stepped into the enclosure and I turned on the water. I stepped into the warm spray and pulled Jenna in with me. As the water cascaded over us I pulled her in for another kiss. Our kiss started slow and sensual, but gradually turned more passionate. I slid my thigh between her legs as we kissed and felt her start to grind on me and I could feel her boiling pussy sliding up and down on my wet thigh. I let her continue for a few minutes, but I didn’t want her to cum like this so I withdrew my leg and Jenna whimpered.

“Does my little slut need to cum again?” I asked.

She looked at me and smiled “Yes, and I was so close.”

“I know you were baby. Trust me, I’ll make sure you cum as much as you want.”

I reached behind me and grabbed my coconut shower gel and body sponge. I saturated the sponge, moved behind Jenna and began washing her shoulders. My hands moved the sponge all over her, slowly moving down her back, not missing an inch of her flawless skin. I moved to her lower back and the upper swell of her butt and then took the sponge away to add more gel. When I started again I reached down and started at Jenna’s left ankle, slowly moving up the back of her leg, moving past her knee, up the back of her thigh and stopping when I reached her ass. Jenna moaned as I pulled my hand away and then I started on her right ankle and repeated the process. When I got to her ass I stopped again and knelt on the tile floor, Jenna’s perfect young ass at eye level. I squeezed more get onto the sponge and then began washing her cute butt. I slid the sponge all over her right cheek and brought my free hand up to the left, squeezing and caressing her. Then I Kemeraltı Escort switched sides, using the sponge on her left cheek. My pussy was on fire as I knelt with my face just inches from her ass, with glimpses of her sweet pussy peaking between her legs turning me on more by the second.

“Jenna, reach back with your hands and spread your butt cheeks for me baby,” I commanded. Her hands came back and she did just as she was told. I watched her fingers sink into her firm flesh and she slowly pulled her cheeks apart. I soaked the sponge with gel again and moved the sponge to the top of her ass. Then I slowly slid the sponge down between her cheeks, moving as slowly as possible, until the sponge finally slid onto her puckered asshole. I rubbed the sponge on her rosebud and heard Jenna whimper softly as she pushed her butt back into my hand.

“Do you like that baby?” I asked.

“It feels kinda weird, but good.”

I moved the sponge in small circles around her tight opening, and rubbed right on the center of her asshole. I brought my left hand up between her legs and she moaned loudly as my fingers started teasing her hot little kitty. After a few more minutes of teasing I dropped the sponge onto the shower floor. I slid the middle finger of my left hand into her creamy pussy and watched the water of the shower trickle down between her cheeks, washing all the soap away. Then I leaned in and touched the tip of my tongue to her asshole, licking lightly.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed.

I pulled away momentarily. “You’re going to love this baby” and then leaned back in to resume licking her puckered backdoor. I took long licks, with the flat of my tongue, up over her rosebud, and then back down again. Over and over I licked at her clenching anus. Then, with the very tip of my tongue, I began rimming her, making a small circle with my tongue around the edge of her opening. As I did this I started pumping my finger in and out of her tight pussy harder and deeper. I could smell her overheated pussy and hear the wet sounds of my finger sliding in and out of her as I pushed my stiffened tongue into the center of her tight asshole, trying to worm my tongue up inside her.

I added a second finger inside her pussy as I continued trying to force my tongue into Jenna’s ass. She was pushing back into my face and finally the tip of my stiffened tongue penetrated her slightly. Although my tongue wasn’t inside her more than a fraction of an inch it sent Jenna over the edge. Her screams echoed off the tile walls as she came. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…don’t stop. I can’t believe you have your tongue in my ass,” she bellowed as her cunt squeezed my fingers and juices oozed from her. I kept fingering and licking as her body quaked. I felt her sphincter relax slightly and I snaked my tongue a little deeper into her flexing asshole, bringing her to a second orgasm quickly. I felt so dirty with my tongue probing Jenna’s tight, teen ass, but so alive as well. As she slowly came down from her orgasm I slipped my fingers out of her pussy and replaced them with my tongue, sucking out the sweet nectar dripping from her overflowing hole.

At the same Kemeraltı Escort Bayan time, I brought my middle finger, coated with her slippery juices, to her asshole and pushed the tip of my finger into her. Jenna yelped at the invasion, but didn’t pull away, and I slid in to the first knuckle. Her asshole was so incredibly tight. It was obvious she had never had anything in her ass before, but that wasn’t going to stop me. My tongue moved to Jenna’s swollen clit and I concentrated on licking her hard button. I flicked the tip of my tongue as fast as possible over her clit and as I felt another orgasm begin to swell and the muscles in her ass closed down on my finger, I thrust the entire length of my finger into her. She screamed again as she came and her muscles clamped down so tight I thought she may break my finger off inside her ass. Jenna squirted as she came, covering my face with her sweet fluids. My tongue never slowed on her clit and my finger remained lodged deep in her ass as I took her over the edge again. Finally, I moved from her clit and began drinking from her trickling cunt. Her body was shaking as she slowly came down from her multiple orgasms. I pushed my tongue into her cunt and was rewarded with a fresh flow of her pussy sap flowing into my mouth. I kept licking and sucking at her as she recovered.

“What did you do to me?” Jenna asked, gasping for air. “I didn’t think it was possible to cum that hard or that often.”

I didn’t respond, continuing to slurp on her pussy. After a few more minutes I grudgingly pulled away. “Did my little slut like that?”

Jenna looked back over her shoulder at me kneeling behind her. “Do you really have to ask? That was amazing. I can’t believe you licked my ass, and your finger is still in my ass! I never thought I’d like anything like that.”

I pulled my hand back a little, and then pushed my finger back inside. Jenna mewled softly as my finger penetrated her. “I think my dirty little slut likes having her ass played with. Do you want me to keep fingering your asshole and make you cum more or have you had enough?”

“I think I’ve had enough, for now,” Jenna smiled.

Very slowly I slid my finger out of her puckered hole. As soon as my finger was out, I leaned in and began licking her. Her opening was stretched just enough for me to push more of my tongue into her butthole. Jenna moaned as I started tongue-fucking her asshole. I continued tonguing her tight backdoor for a few minutes before unwillingly, pulling away, and gave her quick swat on her butt. I quickly stood and kissed Jenna, forcing my tongue in her mouth. She didn’t hesitate to take my tongue in her mouth even though it had just been in her ass. When I broke the kiss I brought my hand to her face and pushed my middle finger in her mouth. “Taste your ass baby,” I whispered. “Taste yourself on my finger that was deep in your asshole.”

Jenna groaned as she sucked on my finger. I pulled my finger from her mouth and put my hands on her shoulders, pushing her down. “You are such a dirty slut baby. My dirty slut. Now I need my dirty slut to make me cum. My cunt is ready to explode for you.”

Jenna Escort Kemeraltı eagerly dropped to her knees in front of me. I looked down at her big, blue eyes staring at my pussy in front of her. I slid my fingers in her blonde hair and put my hands on the back of her head, pulling her into me as I spread my legs. The instant her mouth touched me she began licking my slippery folds. “That’s it slut. You love eating my cunt don’t you. You’re going to spend a lot of time with your face buried between my legs from now on. I’m going to teach you to be an expert pussy pleaser.”

Jenna’s tongue speared inside my leaking cunt, moaning at my words, looking up at me with her big, blue eyes as she tongue-fucked me and I talked dirty to her. “Yes, that’s it dirty girl. Get your tongue deep in my cunt. If you do a good job, I’ll squirt all over your face again. Do you want me to spray your face with my cum again baby?”

She didn’t answer. Instead she started tonguing me faster, pushing her tongue deeper into me than I thought possible. I started rubbing my clit with the fingers of my right hand as I held her into my pussy with my left hand. Looking down at the naughty nymph between my legs excitedly eating me quickly sent me over the edge. “Oh fuck yes baby here it comes. Drink from my cunt!” I literally saw stars as I came, my juices squirting into Jenna’s mouth and all over her face. She pulled back and I watched as she opened her mouth to catch more of my spraying fluids. After two quick spurts she leaned back in to lap up all the cream trickling from my seeping pussy. She kept licking, like a kitten lapping up warm milk. Finally, she pulled back and smiled up at me. “Mmm, you taste so good. I actually drank some of your juices that time.”

I lifted her off the shower floor and kissed her deeply, tasting myself on her lips and tongue. Our hot, wet bodies slid together as we kissed and held each other. I wanted more, lots more, but knew someone may be missing her by now. “I hate to say this, but you need to get going. I’m afraid someone may be looking for you. And you need to wash up, especially your face. I don’t want you going home smelling like my pussy.” Jenna’s smile instantly turned to a pout.

“But I want to smell like your pussy.”

“I have an idea. Why don’t you tell your parents you are babysitting here tonight? Tell them it will be late till I bring you home. Then we will have all night to play. Would my little slut like that?”

Her face lit up again as she stepped under the shower to wash the remnants of my pussy from her face. Jenna quickly washed herself and we stepped out of the shower. I grabbed her, pulled her wet body against me and kissed her deeply. I didn’t want her to leave, but knew she had to go. I walked out of the bathroom into my bedroom while she started to dry off. I soon heard the sound of my hairdryer as I slipped on a robe. A few minutes later she emerged, looking as fresh as ever. I kissed her again and then led her downstairs. It took all of my willpower to not throw back onto the couch and begin licking her, but I managed. I watched as she dressed, and then we shared one last kiss at the door.

“Here is my number. Let me know about tonight.”

“Plan on me being here,” she said with a gleam in her eye, “I’m still horny.” And with that she turned, opened the door, and walked out into the hot sun. I closed the door behind her and sighed. My cunt was heating up already thinking about having Jenna between my legs all night.

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As the first of the month rolled around again my anticipation began to build. The first time being caught was a total accident and I’d been horrified when it happened, but everything came out all right in the end, pun intended. So, as the 1st was upon us again I was both eager to be ‘caught’ again and pretty nervous about it at the same time. After all, I’d not talked to Tonya since that eventful day a month ago and sometimes the span of time allows one’s mind to wander, to begin to doubt and question what was understood, what was implied, if the whole thing was a one-time-deal or if the opportunity for something more was a reality. After all, it was seemingly just as plausible for the whole matter to blow up and become a real stink, or it just might become something much more pleasing. The suspense was driving me nuts and at times I was totally off the idea of pushing the envelope. Then the horns sticking out of my head would take over.

For the past several days as each of my co-workers would leave I’d take notice, going to deadbolt the front entrance when the last of them had exited the building and departed the parking lot on their way home. Then I’d retreat to my office in the rear of the layout, kill the lights in the main part of the office along the way, dropping my trousers and briefs to my ankles before taking my seat behind my desk, pull up my favorite webcam site and proceed to coax an erection. I didn’t want to bring myself to climax too soon, wanting to give Tonya ample time to make her monthly visit to my office to drop off the rent check. The problem was that her schedule was never consistent. Some months she’d actually drop by during the lunch hour, but mostly it was sometime after working hours, and that sometime was anywhere from a half hour after normal hours to several hours later.

This one particular day I was determined to stay there in some state of erection until she either came over or she left for the day. Periodically I’d get up, pull up my trousers and go to a window that faced the parking lot to see if her auto was still there. Seeing her car still parked out back I’d go back to my seat, drop the trousers and resume my wait.

It was getting a bit late and my favorite webcam lady had already cum and gone, so to speak, and I’d changed to another webcam. I was tired of waiting and had decided to just let the matter run its course. I was absorbed into the moment with a curvy young woman on screen that Aliağa Escort was laid back with her splayed pussy facing directly into the webcam, from close range, and she was giving her twat what for. She was plenty wet and my firm erection was building into something significant when I heard a little ‘ahem’.

In wide-eyed panic I snapped my focus towards my doorway and there stood Tonya. She was standing there with her arms folded across her ample bosom with a stern look on her face, as if she’d just caught a child doing something wrong, one of those “I’m your mother and you’ve been caught doing something wrong” looks on her face. The look on my face, with my engorged dick in my hand, must have been a sight for Tonya couldn’t hold her stern look for long and a fraction of a second later she broke out into a huge grin and loud laughter. You can’t imagine how relieved I was. And how quickly my dick had deflated.

“Damn, you are a real perver, aren’t you?”

“Hey, just a horny old dog.” Tonya stood there for several moments, grinning but with a look about her as if she were contemplating something, then waved her arms as if to brush off something, chuckled as she nodded her head feigning disbelief and walked off.

I heard her office door shut, heard her walk away up the hallway, then went and watched her drive out of the parking lot. Horny, frustrated, somewhat relieved that even though I didn’t get the reaction I had hoped for at least it didn’t seem as if I were in any trouble, I went back to my desk and took care of matters at hand.

The next afternoon I hung around as usual. When the parking lot had emptied all but my pickup and Tonya’s SUV I went and locked the front office door. Back in the rear of the layout, next to my office, I checked the door that opened into the space that Tonya was leasing. As usual the door was unlocked so I opened it slightly and stuck my head through. It was quiet but I could hear some soft sounds coming from one of the forward office spaces. Making my way up the hallway, quietly, I got close enough to Tonya’s office that I could make out that the sounds were a mixture of moans and groans of pleasure from her computer, and a few more subtle moans and gasps from Tonya herself. My dick also heard what was going on and he was already coming to attention.

I moved quietly up towards Tonya’s door, pausing just short of the opening but close enough that I could see Aliağa Escort Bayan the front of her desk and the back of the computer screen she was watching. The sounds of Tonya’s breathing and moans were growing more intense and the timing seemed just about right. I stepped squarely into her doorway and stood there with my hands on my hips. It was a sight to behold, for sure. Tonya was slouched a bit in her chair a bit and though I couldn’t see below desktop level it was apparent that one hand was up under her skirt while the other hand was up under her blouse and presumably inside the cup of her bra over her left breast.

“So I’m not the only horny dog in the building, huh?” Her face grew several shades of steadily deepening crimson as her hands snapped from their post and began to straighten her clothing to a more respectful fitting.

“Look, you have no right to be in here..” I interrupted her in mid-speech.

“As landlord representative I actually do have a right to inspect the premises periodically to assure proper maintenance and upkeep of the leased area.” There was silence and the stern look from Tonya had me a bit nervous though I kept my stance and composure. Then, slowly, a grin began to creep over her face.

“OK, so we’re even now. I caught you, you’ve caught me. We even now?”

“No way. You may recall that the first time you barged in on me you took position behind me and watched the proceedings.”

“Oh, yeah. That was nice too, I might add. The image has served me well a few times since then too.” I began towards her desk. “But you don’t think..”

“Yeah, actually, I do think.” We went around to the side of her desk and she was scooted up under her desk now just the way I’d been under mine a month ago, the only difference being that she had on a skirt and I could see it had been pulled up to crotch level. I instructed her to pull up whatever she’d been looking at when I came in and was a bit surprised to find it was the same webcam site that I’d been visiting. Instead of a solitary man performing on cam she’d been watching a couple play, and honestly I found that to be at least as hot as the solitary women I’d been watching. I was standing behind her chair and as I had Tonya slide back from under the desk I was treated to a view of her white cotton panties totally soaked in her passion juices. The smell of sex wafted up and filled my senses.

“You need to pull Escort Aliağa those panties aside so you can really treat yourself.” Without hesitation Tonya slid the panties to one side and allowed her reddened and swollen labia to come to view. Her hand immediately went to rubbing and massaging the already wet folds, a finger sliding into the depths with each cycle.

Tonya was staring at the screen, her breathing returning to the heated pulse of before as she pleasured herself, her clit swelling and protruding far enough that I could see it as her hand moved up and down the length of her pussy. I reached down from above and behind her and began unbuttoning her blouse, with no resistance from her. I caught sight of her heaving chest as the blouse fell open. Tonya has huge breasts and they were barely contained by the ample bra. She began to put one hand up to her breast but I slid my hands down her chest and up under the top edge of her bra, coming to cup both nipples in my fingers and eliciting a gasp from Tonya as the fervor of her attack on her pussy intensified.

I kneaded those ample mammaries as best I could while inside the bra but I wanted more. I slid my hands fully into the cups and lifted the breasts up and out of their containment, pushing the bra down below her tits. They were magnificent with huge, dark areolas and short, thick puckered nipples that stood in sharp contrast to the soft and creamy tone of her breasts. I massaged her massive boobs, pinching and pulling on her nipples as she was obviously nearing an orgasm. By then both of her hands were down in her pussy, one diving deep into her hole while the other was furiously tormenting her clitoris, her hips bucking up and down in involuntary reaction to the stimulation, and her head had long since rolled back on the chair, her eyes tightly closed and complexion coming flushed.

Just as I grabbed and pulled both nipples hard Tonya’s whole body convulsed with the power of her climax. Her knees pulled up and torso bent forward before her body snapped back out almost straight in the chair. Her hands had stopped and were stationary in their position, her breath stopped and her body literally quivering in the aftermath of that initial eruption.

I had stopped my stimulation of her tits and was merely holding them, not wanting to let go, really. Her breathing returned and her body relaxed. Her hands were drenched in the juices of her orgasm and there was a glistening over her body from the exertion. She opened her eyes, looked up at me and smiled.

“You can let go of my boobs now.”

“Oh, yeah.” I stood and walked around to the side of her desk, trying to give her some room and to give her a bit of privacy. “Well, I suppose we’re even now.”

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I am twenty years old and getting ready to start my first year at the local college. My parents would have been too worried if I moved away to go to college. A mother has far too many fears.

Last weekend my friends and I decided to go out to a night club in the next city. Of course I drank a little too much, but not so much I did not know what I was doing. There was this guy, he looked in his thirties, a handsome man. Dark hair, light green eyes and tall nearly six feet I would imagine.

Jerry was his name, he came over to introduce himself. He asked my name and age.

“Belinda and I just turned twenty.” Smiling my most seductive smile.

“Well, little redheaded Belinda who is twenty what you like to drink?” He smiled back and his eyes shone brightly. Jerry ran one finger down the side of my cheek then across my bottom lip. “What a sensuous set of lips you have my sweet.” I felt myself blushing and looked down, but he put his hand under my chin to lift my face.

“No thanks, I do not think I could drink anything else tonight.” Looking directly in his eyes I could see myself wanting to kiss him. My insides were churning at his touch hearing my blood rushing with the increased beat of my heart. He was a definite turn on.

“Belinda, do you want to get out of this noisy place?” I cannot stay any longer it is beginning to make my head spin. Jerry looked at me intently for some reason I knew I could trust him.

“Sure let me tell my friends. Will you drop me off at my house later, or do I need to get someone to pick me up?” Hoping he would take me home. My mother would love this guy. Chuckling to myself, my mother would have thrown a fit at his age.

“I will take you home my little Belinda, never fear you are safe with me.” I really believed I would be. Walking to where my friend Shelly was to tell her I was leaving with Jerry. She did not look too happy telling me to be careful. Looking at Shelly one more time, and left the nightclub with Jerry. “Talk to you all tomorrow.”

The parking lot was dimly lit and I could not tell what kind of car it was. I could make out that it was a dark blue newer sedan. The inside smelled of Old Spice cologne the same thing my father wore. He turned to smile at me putting his hand on my leg. “Will you be fine if I take you to my house?”

“Sure, but I want you to know that I do not normally leave bars with men.” I told him sheepishly. Jerry laughed at my remark.

“I was not even thinking anything near that little Belinda. Do you mind if I call you Red?”

“No, I do not mind Jerry. May I call you Len?” He waited for a moment before answering.

“I hope this doesn’t sound strangely to you, but would you mind calling me daddy?” He was quiet as he spoke, and I was slightly confused.

“Ah, well yes I guess I can call you daddy if that is what you like.” Looking at him with consternation. Whatever floated his boat I suppose. I was feeling high off the alcohol, the music was calm and soothing. Jerry’s voice was confident, kind and sensual.

It was not long before we were in his home enjoying a glass of wine in front of the already lit fireplace. The light was low, soft jazz playing in the background. He looked at me running his hand through my hair then caressing my face. “You are a beautiful woman Red.” Jerry continued with his hand down my neck to trace his finger along my cleavage. Instantly I felt my nipples harden. His thumb found my peaks rubbing them softly while staring in my eyes.

“Daddy, that feels really good.” He smiled and put his lips to my nipple through my clothes. His hands slid down my sides to my rounded hips as Jerry picked me up and set me on his lap. Feeling his hardness against my butt, I felt myself starting to get very wet. Kissing me gently down my neck then back to my lips. Taking my bottom lip into his mouth and suckling. The feeling was unbelievable. Laying me back on the couch he began touching my entire body.

Lifting my skirt, his knee gently nudged my knees apart he noticed the large wet spot on my cotton bikini Çeşme Escort undies. “Oh Red you are very hot for Daddy. Look at that beautiful patch of wetness you have spilled for me.” Sticking his nose deep into my wet pussy, inhaling he said “Oh my God what a glorious smell my little Red has.” I could hear him, then feel him slightly sucking at my undies. “You taste as sweet as you smell.”

“Thank you, daddy. Can I touch you now?” I needed to feel his cock against my hot skin.

“No, and you will do as daddy tells you little Red, OK?” I nodded my understanding. Very heady with the wine, and for some unknown reason I was very hot for him. This is so unlike me I thought. Jerry undressed me stroking my entire body. Lingering on my breasts to caress them softly. Traveling down to caress my smooth shaved labia letting a finger slide up and down my wet cleft but not entering. “Daddy’s little girl feels very good. Do you like the way I touch you?”

“Yes, Daddy I love the way you are touching me. I want to touch you too.” I said in heat for him.

Jerry tweaked my nipple a little rougher than the touch from earlier.”Now Daddy’s little Red shouldn’t say that until he is ready for you to touch him. I want to show my beautiful angel what it feels like to be made mad passionate love to” Again I nodded my understanding. Jerry was reeking havoc on my senses. The need to yell take me now! Instead he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. Gently he laid me on the bed on my stomach. Feeling so light headed, but his touch was making my senses tingle. He undressed and lay on top of me running his hands up and down my arms.

Jerry began running his hands down my back to my butt where he slightly tapped my ass telling me, “What a nice firm curved ass my little girl has. It pleases me a great deal, little Red.” He lifted me up slightly to slide a pillow under my stomach then parted my legs. I could feel his hot breath against my cunt knowing I was exposed and open for him to see all.

Hearing his moaning I realized he moved up toward the head of the bed. I turned to see him on his knees stroking the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life. “Now you can suck Daddy, and you better do it right or daddy won’t be very happy.”

“Now open that little mouth of yours and suck Daddy’s rock hard rod.” Obeying, but and excited at the thought of suckling his hard man’s meat and massaging his huge sack. He shoved his rod toward my face rubbing all over making me strain to lick at the head. I felt his fingers in my hair pulling my head back to push it into my mouth. Slowly taking the big throbbing purple cut head into my mouth tasting his pre cum. Looking him directly in the eye making love to his throbbing member. Hoping he would never forget what the look of unbridled passion in my eyes. Pushing deeper in my mouth began stretching wider. My Daddy’s rod is about ten inches long, but he was thick. I took the first three inches well. He slid it out and back in this time thrusting deep into my throat. That is when I felt a tap on my ass, “Be a good girl and take it all. I can tell how much you love sucking cock.” He began pumping my face with his hands in my hair pulling me to him. “Suck it my little baby fuck slut.” Moaning as I took him deep while caressing his large balls rolling them forward against my face. I moaned onto his big hot rod, which seemed to make him even hotter. His breathing became harder, “Oh my God little girl you sure know what you are doing. Daddy loves that beautiful mouth.” Jerry reached down to play with my exposed honey hole moaning as he felt how wet I was.

He stopped pumping my face, “That was a good girl Red. Now daddy will give you some pleasure.”

Jerry was between my legs. Feeling his tongue on my cleft sliding up and down. Dipping his tongue deep into my pussy lapping up what juice was there before he began lapping at my exposed cunt. Flicking it with his tongue then sliding it into his mouth sucking it like a little rod. His tongue was flicking back and forth across the sensitive pleasure Escort Çeşme pearl while sucking sent me into my first orgasm. “That’s it my little baby bitch cum for daddy so I can eat it all.” Jerry’s fingers found my love hole as he worked them in and out with his thumb running across my cunt at the same time. My hips moving with the rhythm of his fingers. I jumped when I felt his tongue reaming my tight virgin ass hole. The sensation was glorious. That’s when I felt his tongue enter my rosebud darting in and out. Loudly I began to moan feeling another wave of pleasure taking over. “Ah yes my little slut. I can tell you enjoy the way your daddy takes care of you.”

I screamed out “Daddy I am going to cum in your hand.” The waves started as they did he tapped my ass while thrusting his fingers in and out of me.

“Cum my little baby, cum in my hand.” Another love tap landed on my butt. Exploding with an orgasm like I have never had before. Feeling my butt cheeks, separated being lubed with the juices from my pussy. One large finger was being pressed against my tight rosebud.

Loudly I said “NO, please don’t do that.” Again Jerry tapped my butt and slowly inserted his big finger. I felt a pain of burning shooting through my butt making me suck in a deep breath and hold it. I felt him kissing my butt, cooing me. Doing as he said I felt his finger slid all the way in. Pumping in and out for a couple minutes he said, “Now I am going to put my fat rod in my little baby’s tight cunt.” With easy tender care slowly buried his huge meat deep inside of me.

Soon Jerry found his rhythm nice and slow. Feeling something against my love hole again I could tell it was his thumb. Working it in slowly as he pounded my anal love hole deep and hard. Grunting loudly he said “You are being a good baby so I will give you a treat.”

“Yes, daddy I would love a treat.” Again I felt a tap on my butt which told me he wasn’t untying me. The taps were not hard, and not meant to hurt. They were more playful than anything. Feeling wonderfully, full with both holes filled.

“Here comes your treat baby.” I nodded hoping it would be more pleasurable. When he slipped his mammoth rod out of my ass and pushed against my tight pussy. Slowly he slid it in inch by inch until I felt his hairy balls against my throbbing pleasure pearl.”That’s a good girl. You take daddy’s rod very well you little slut.” I nodded enjoying the feel of his huge rod touching places deep within my pleasure center making my muscles contract around his rod.

Jerry kept pumping but not hard it was smooth and easy. While deep inside of me he lay on my back rubbing up my arms and shoulders sensually.”How does Daddy’s little girl feel now?”

“That feels wonderful daddy. You are very sexy and hot.” I was surprised at my own boldness knowing the possibility this man would tap my butt again.

“I am teaching you a lesson my little Red. From now on you need to think about who you leave a bar with.” After saying this he pulled out of my love hole and turned me over placing kisses all over my body. Sweet gentle kisses, nibbling his way to my mouth where he passionately kissed me. Jerry left the room for a few minutes. When he returned, he carried me to the bathroom where there was a huge garden tub filled with a lilac scented bubble bath. He carefully bathed me then slid into the water with me while I bathed him. Moving me in front of him to lean back against his chest he murmured in my ear, “What a sweet little girl Daddy has. Did you learn your lesson little Red?”

“Yes Daddy, I won’t go home with anyone without knowing them first.” Feeling like a wayward child being caught with their hand in the candy jar.

“A good girl, now your Daddy has a surprise for you.” Jerry smoothed my brow caressing my face, neck and shoulders. He poured me a glass of wine and I took it like an obedient child would. Taking the glass from my hand he helped me out of the tub drying me off from head to toe. Then he dried himself walking me back to the bedroom.

Laying Çeşme Escort Bayan on the bed was another man. His rod was not as big as Jerry’s but it was a good eight inches of beautiful cut meat. “Little Red I want you to meet, well, let’s call him your Uncle Phil.” Jerry smiled at me and urged me toward the bed. Phil took no time in attaching his mouth to my hardened nipple. “Show Uncle Phil properly that you are happy to see he has brought you a wonderful rod.” I was not sure what he wanted. Giving him questioning looks he guided me on the bed to Uncle Phil’s cock.

“Now you must use the names we gave each other. You will see how hot it makes your tight little pussy.” Daddy kissed me pulling me to Uncle Phil’s rod. To my surprise he took the hardened cock into his own mouth. Licking around the head then taking it deep into his mouth all the way to Uncle Phil’s sack. “See how Daddy sucks Uncle Phil’s rod? Now show Daddy you can do it.”

“Yes, Daddy, I liked watching you suck Uncle Phil’s rod. It is one of the hottest things I have ever seen” He reached back and ran his hand on my love hole feeling how wet it made me to watch him. I took Phil’s rod in my mouth and began sucking him the best I knew how. That is when I felt “Daddy’s” tongue shoving up my tight love hole. He soon replaced it with two fingers slowly massaging my inner velvet. His thumb was on my pleasure pearl and another not entering but pressing against my rosebud. Uncle Phil was playing with my nipples and caressing my body all over. I could hear them talking back and forth but could not make out what they were saying.

Phil finally spoke to me, “Little Red, we are both going to fuck you at the same time. Would you like that?” He had sort of a weird laugh when he said that.

“I am not sure Uncle Phil I have never had two men at one time.” Apprehensive and unsure of what to expect.

“This is not open for discussion my little girl. You will be fucked by both of us. Do you understand?” Daddy was starting to be upset so I nodded in agreement. I was starting to feel the wave of an orgasm hit me and my cunt started to clench on his fingers. “No, little Red I want you hot enough to beg to be fucked.”

Lifting my ass up he put me over top of Uncle Phil’s mouth who began to tease my cunt. Licking around my pleasure pearl, but never touching it. Sucking on my lips running a finger up and down my wet cleft but never entering me. “You like this little Red, being teased?”

“Yes, it feels good but I need to feel something inside of me, or suck my pleasure pearl until I cum please.” I am getting desperate to have an orgasm, they bring me to the brink and take it away again. Thinking I would lose my mind before I got to cum. I tried to move my hips to capture his finger or tongue, all they did was laugh at my attempts. Not remembering who it was whom laid me on the bed on my back, but I do remember hands everywhere touching, fondling every inch of my body. It was like heaven igniting a fire deep inside of me. Soon I was begging for both of them. “Please, God please fuck me, suck me do whatever you want, just let me cum!” I yelled out.

Taking their cue Daddy put his rod in my pussy and began pumping me hard. Uncle Phil put his hard throbbing rod in my mouth letting me greedily suck him. He bent forward and began sucking on my swollen throbbing clit while he pumped my face. I started to cum and Daddy knew it he yelled out “That’s my little slut cum on Daddy’s big rod like the good little bitch I taught you to be. Come on baby, grind that cunt into me.” His nasty talking got me so hot I began to buck up against both of them, not getting enough. Wave after wave of orgasm taking total control of my body. My head was spinning at the feeling such a wonderful feeling to be so full of beautiful rods when you are cumming.

As I came down off the orgasm high, I felt both of them tense. Both men pulled out their rods and began shooting their loads all over my tits and stomach. “Daddy’s good little cunt loves to be covered with cum.” To my surprise Daddy bent down and sucked the remaining milk out of Uncle Phil’s cock. Uncle Phil leaned over me licking up all of the cum off my body then kissed me deeply. I could taste all three of us in his mouth and it was wonderful.

All of us went to take a shower together, but that is another story.

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“Hiking in the springtime has to be God’s gift to us after enduring winter,” I was thinking to myself as I walked besides the little shallow country creek. Around me there was the renewal of life everywhere from the fresh green grass, budding leaves on the trees to the scampering of squirrels trying to locate the various nuts they buried last winter.

Growing tired from my hiking I decided to sit for awhile to enjoy the sights and sounds that were around me. I had found a wonderful spot that allowed me comfort yet partially concealed my location so that I could continue to enjoy all the things nature could provide without disturbing the activities. I was able to observe birds building nests, butterflies going where ever butterflies go, and bees searching for all those things that only they could turn into honey. I could hear the chatter from the birds as they gave each other instructions on how to construct their nest, and the buzz of the bees in their ever widening circles to locate the sweetness of the land, and something Unidentifiable. The sound was almost like the sound of distant musical notes but not quite.

As I listened and watched I was able to locate the direction of the strange sounds but could not see anything. Afraid of getting up to look for fear of startling whatever was making this strange sounds I stayed as motionless as was possible. The sounds were getting closer. And the closer the sounds got the more it sounded familiar.

Yes I know that sound, it is the sound that young girls make when they talk and giggle almost at the same time. Well so much for enjoying nature with such noisy spectators in the mist of it. I almost got up but stopped myself as I wondered why young girls would be wondering in the woods. Having nothing to lose I sat, waited and listened. The girls were getting closer and I could discern two distinct voices. As I listened I heard the names of Ann and Justine, could they be the names of the girls approaching? I sat, waited and listened.

The girls were getting close. So close that I was afraid they would stumble over me! Yet I waited. They were just on the other side of the creek, almost directly in front of me, yet they didn’t see me. They stopped under a huge Oak tree, both facing each other leaning on the tree. They were talking about boys. Both were in their late-teens one girl had bright red hair, the other brown, both were about 5′ 4″, and both appeared to weigh about 110 pounds each. They were both wearing summer dresses with spaghetti straps and sandals. As I listened I found out that the red headed girl was named Justine, and Ann was the name of the other girl.

“Ann, I get so tired of Tom pawing at me when we are alone. Even when we do have sex I think he is an oaf only out to satisfy his urges,” stated Justine.

“I know how you feel,” replied Ann, “as Jim is the same way. He just wants to get his dick in my pussy and come. Just when it is starting to feel good he is finished. The idiot only thinks of himself. You know if I was a man, I would be so different.”

“How?” asked Justine.

“Well first of all I would not be in a big hurry,” said Ann, “I would want to do a lot of kissing and feeling, İyte Escort Bayan and holding and stroking. Being gentle. Letting each of us heat up at the same time. Enjoying the feeling of each other’s excitement. Just be kind of in tune to each other, knowing almost by magic what to do next.”

“I don’t think there is magic in sex,” Justine said, “It is just in and out, and then just messy.”

“Ok Justine, suppose that Tom is facing you now and no one else is around. Tom is gazing into your eyes and he reaches out and strokes your face with his hand. Don’t you think that would feel nice?” ask Ann.

“I don’t know, and I don’t think the idiot would ever try,” replied Justine, “He is always going for my breasts.”

“Justine, just pretend I’m Tom,” said Ann. Reaching out with her left arm she strokes Justine’s face with her hand. “Just close your eyes now and pretend it is Tom.”

After a few moments Justine says, “That feels good,” as she leans her face into Ann’s hand.

Ann reaches out with her other hand and caresses Justine face with both hands. Then with Justine resting her head in Ann’s left hand, Ann begins to stroke Justine’s face with her right hand.

“Hmmm, that feels so good. Don’t stop,” Justine requests.

After a few moments Justine asks Ann, “What would Tom do nest?”

Leaning forward Ann gently kisses Justine’s lips, then the end of her nose, then both eyes before coming back to her lips. Using her tongue Ann gently probes between Justine’s lips to find Justine’s tongue. As both tongues gently dance with each other, Ann’s fingers on both hands gently massage Justine’s face. Justine embraces Ann with her arms and pulls her body next to hers.

As they continue to kiss, Ann’s hands begin to move downward massaging Justine’s neck, and then shoulders. Putting her thumbs under Justine’s spaghetti straps Ann pulls them outward. Almost without knowing it, Justine releases Ann from her embrace and lowers her arms so Ann can pull her summer dress downwards. Once the straps are free of her arms Justine reaches up and pulls Ann’s dress downward. Never once did there lips part.

Free from the upper parts of their dresses, the nipples of each girl begin to harden from exposer to the air. Ann brings her arms upwards and clasping Justine’s back she pulls her forward until both pair of breasts are crushed together, both girls moan into each other mouth with the contact.

Slowly Ann’s hands begin to move downward, following the contours of Justine’s back. Almost by magic Justine’s hands do the same down Ann’s back. As both pairs of hands reach the summer dresses they press downward and both dresses fall to the ground. Neither girl has worn underclothes. Ann breaks her kiss with Justine’s lips. Then following the contours of Justine’s left cheekbone Ann places dozens of kisses there as she moves downward to her neck, where she also places dozens of kisses.

With her lips no longer constrained by Ann’s lips, Justine begins to moan softly.

Leaving a wet trail of kisses Ann moves ever downward from Justine’s shoulder until her lips reach the nipple of Justine’s left breast. Using her İyte Escort tongue Ann tickles the nipple making it grow ever harder. As her lips and tongue play an intimate fugue on Justine’s nipple, Ann’s hands are busy as well massaging Justine’s buttocks.

Ann removes her lips from Justine’s left nipple, and making small circles with her tongue she moves to the right nipple. Then without further ado the nipple disappears into her mouth where once again her tongue plays an intimate ode to joy. Keeping her left hand on Justine’s right buttock, Ann’s right hand softly moves forward to Justine’s hip and then slowly moves between the junction of her legs. Justine automatically parts her legs allowing Ann’s hand the freedom to explore. And explore it does.

Ann using her forefinger traces the contours of Justine’s vagina. Then by following the wetness Ann is able to find the center of Justine’s pussy and then it is only a moment until the entrance is found. Working slowly Ann is able to insert her finger into Justine’s wet cunt. Moving her finger slowly back and forth while rotating her thumb on Justine’s clitoris Justine’s hips start to move backwards and forwards on their own accord.

Using the fingers of her left hand Ann parts Justine’s ass cheeks. Moving slowly she finds the puckered opening of Justine’s ass. Slowly she inserts her finger into the opening, and then withdraws. Then she inserts it again. Over and over she repeats the maneuver until the finger is moving in and out as easily as the one in Justine’s pussy.

Releasing Justine’s right nipple, Ann sinks to her knees while allowing her tongue to make circular spirals on Justine’s torso until it reaches her pubic hair. With a shake of her head Ann places her head between the junction of Justine’s thighs and snakes her tongue forward until she makes contact with Justine’s clitoris. While Ann’s tongue takes over the assault on Justine’s clitoris her right hand is free to insert another finger into Justine’s vagina.

Justine’s hips are bucking against Ann’s onslaught, and her breath is coming in gasps until she can’t take it anymore and she screams out her pleasure! Her scream is like a shot in the forest as animals take flight. She falls to her knees pulling Ann’s fingers and tongue away from her. She licks her wetness from Ann’s face, and then kisses her.

Pushing Ann backward until Ann is on her back, Justine buries her face between the junction of Ann’s thighs, and her tongue searches for her clitoris. As her tongue makes contact with Ann’s clitoris, Justine pushes one finger then two into Ann’s wet pussy, then three, then four! Ann is going crazy by Justine’s assault and then she comes and her screams are like the crack of thunder! And Ann can feel the lightening course through her body as Justine continues to lick. Unable to take any more Ann grabs Justine’s head and removes it from her pussy and pulls it upwards until lips are once again locked on to each other. The kiss continues as both hearts slowly unwind. Then to two bodies wrap around each other till there is just one, and both fall asleep.

There is silence. There is not a sound. The birds and the bees Escort İyte are silent. I can’t even hear the water in the stream as it heads down stream to the river! I look down and realize that I have removed Lucifer from my hiking shorts and my right hand is moving up and down it length. I stop my hand, remove it from Lucifer and look at it. Wow, I just can’t believe what I have just seen, and what I was just doing. I close my eyes…

There are butterflies fluttering up and down the length of Lucifer! God the feel of their wings against Lucifer is incredible. I moan… and then wonder where in the hell am I? I look down and see a brown head of hair and a red head of hair moving up and down over Lucifer. “What the hell,” I mumble out loud.

The brown head of hair looks up and smiles at me. I recognize the face of Ann, it was not a dream after all. I look down and Justine is licking up and down the length of Lucifer while her eyes are looking at me.

“Your snoring woke us up,” Ann informs me, “When we investigated we found you, and the treat you had between your legs. It was sort of a beacon that lead us onwards, we kinda figured you wouldn’t mind.” With that said Justine swallows a mouthful Lucifer and my heart goes crazy.

I inform Ann, “Oh no, I don’t mind at all!”

Smiling Ann leans over and kisses me, and I try and swallow her tongue. In my wildest dreams I have never encountered anything as wonderful as this. A young lady sucking Lucifer and another one with her tongue down my throat, if this is heaven give me more!

Justine says to Ann, “I think I have him ready for you.”

Ann removes her tongue from my mouth and looks at Justine.

Justine is holding a very wet and happy Lucifer and tells Ann, “Just sit on it.”

Ann straddles my mid-section and with the help of Justine lowers herself on to Lucifer. We both moan. Justine smiles.

Justine kisses first Ann, then me. WE kiss for a while as Ann and I continue to play bury the bone. I pull Justine upwards and while I suck on her right breast, Ann sucks on her left one. Then I tell Justine to stand and straddle me facing Ann. Ann gets the idea and starts to suck on Justine’s clitoris once she is in place.

I look at a most beautiful ass, then I lean forward and bite it. I gently bite every square inch of Justine’s butt. Then I pull her ass cheeks apart and start licking from the top of her ass to the bottom where I met Ann working on her clitoris. Then I target in on her asshole, where my tongue starts drilling like a Texas oil rig looking for black gold.

I don’t know who started coming and screaming first, but I know I damn near came to dying and I was ready and willing to go! It seem to last forever, that wonderful feeling but as all good things must come to an end – it did. Almost…

After resting in a tangled heap for what seems like an eternity, Justine raises her head and looked at Ann and said, “You’re left with the mess.”

I looked at Justine, then at Ann, smiled and pulled Ann’s vagina up to my mouth and started cleaning the best I knew how. Apparently it was the right move as Ann started to moan. Justine not to be outdone started licking on Lucifer. As Justine was licking and sucking on Lucifer she had her hand between her legs and was strumming a tune to beat the band on her clitoris. And in no time we were all moaning again.

Finally Justine looked at both of us and licked her lips, and said, “All clean.”

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I step out of the bath. I’m light-headed, the water was too hot and the room is full of steam. I feel really relaxed now. I take a warm towel from the radiator to wrap around my body and a second which I use for my hair.

In the bedroom I dry off. I rub cocoa butter over my breasts, stomach and bottom adding a little extra over the now exposed, shaven flesh of my mound, before slipping into vest and shorts pjs. The brief sensation of my fingers gliding over my skin has brought my nipples to attention, but I ignore it. Barefoot, I wander downstairs to the kitchen where I pour myself a glass of wine before taking a seat on the sofa and scrolling through the TV guide. Its a little after 9.30, too early for bed and I want to delay the masturbation session I have planned until later when there’s a chance you’ll be online to chat or share pictures with. I find something to watch, total chick flick which I’ve seen before (a perfect distraction) and settle down. A few minutes later my phone beeps. The sight of your name on my screen is exciting and I hurriedly open the message.

“I’m 2 minutes away. Are you home?”

I tap a reply..

“Of course I’m home. You’re coming here????”

My heart is pounding, I can’t believe you would just turn up, I almost think you’re joking but decide I can’t risk it.

I sprint up the stairs to check myself in the mirror seeing my hair is a mass of damp unbrushed curls, I have no make on and am wearing pjs. I consider my options, I clearly don’t have time to get changed and put make up on so I settle for moisturiser and lip gloss. Im hastily picking up the towels on the bedroom floor when my phone beeps again.

“I’m here, come let me in”

I run back down the stairs again and open the door. My still racing heart leaps as our eyes meet and you produce a megawatt smile for me. “Hey you”

I step back to let you in and I can see you assessing me, eyeing up how much flesh I have exposed but also how flustered I am by your surprise appearance. As you pass me you brush your lips against mine. It’s only the briefest second, just long enough for me to smell your aftershave. You stroll inside towards the kitchen, removing your jacket as you go. You bursa escort glance at the television as you pass through the living room and tut loudly at the chick flick on the screen “you don’t expect me to watch that, do you?”

Closing the door, I follow you into the kitchen and watch you hang your jacket over a chair before grabbing a glass from the cupboard and helping yourself to my wine, making yourself at home. I tell you I wasnt expecting to see you and might’ve made more effort if I’d known you’d be coming round.

“No point dressing up for me Princess,” you say taking my wrist and pulling me in for a kiss. “If anything, I’d say you’re a bit over-dressed.”

I laugh and try to push away from you but don’t put up much resistance when you hold me tighter, mostly because the tensing of the muscles in your arms is irresistible. I relax into you again as you wrap your arms around me properly, kissing me slowly and snaking a hand around to squeeze my ass.

“Nice Pjs” you say “I have to be up early but I thought I’d come for a sleepover, if that’s ok?” I nod the and tell you that sounds like a good plan to me.

“Great” you say, letting go of me “I brought my toothbrush and everything.” It’s only then that I notice a bag youve brought with you, on the floor.

“Oh really? Confident i see. What else you got?”

“I was going to show you later but as you ask…”

You start taking all your things out of the bag – t-shirt, boxers, toothbrush, the usual stuff. But then you produce a tub of Ben and Jerrys, your iPod and bar of Dairy Milk.

I laugh when I see what you brought with you. “All the essentials for later” you say.

“And for now?”

“Now, I thought we were watching some girly crap and drinking this wine, but you can have this chocolate.”

You throw the ice cream in the freezer, kick off your shoes and we go back into the living room together. We chat through what’s left of the film I’d been watching, sat snuggled up on the sofa, sharing the chocolate but as the film ends you declare that it’s bedtime.

Upstairs you put your IPod on through my dock, strip down to your boxers and we climb into bed. You won’t tell me what’s on the bursa escort bayan playlist but I’ve got a fair idea. We kiss all the way through the first couple of tracks- some snow patrol and something I didn’t recognise.

“I think the ice cream will be ready to eat now” you say, pulling yourself up to sitting and grabbing the tub and spoon from the bedside table. You feed me spoon after spoonful, only occasionally taking any for yourself. When I tell you that you should have more of it you say you’re waiting till I’m done.

“I’ve had enough then.”

“Right, my turn it is!” And I know what you have in mind.

Putting the tub down, you kiss me, push my vest up over my breasts and pull it off as I raise my arms in the air compliantly. You pull the duvet from my legs and order me to lie down and roll over on to my front. I comply.

I feel you shift. The iPod stops abruptly before stirring back to life with Luke Sital-Singh’s Fail for you. I’m facedown, eyes closed, both my hands behind my head, holding my hair off my neck, just as you have asked me to.

I can feel you looking at me, hear your breathe, slow and steady. I’m waiting for you to touch me for what seems like an age while you take your time studying me. You drag your eyes down over me, looking at my hands in my hair and think that on another occasion you must remember to tie them there, a classic surrender pose. The thought is distracting. Slowly you take in every detail of my neck and naked back, noticing the small amount of breast visible to you pushed against the mattress. The curve of my ass is hidden from view in my pyjamas, for now at least.

Finally you’re placing your warm hand on the back of my neck, squeezing gently before you start stroking with your fingertips over my back. I feel my nipples tighten as a wave of goosebumps wash over me.

Without breaking contact, you move to straddle me. My thighs are squeezed together creating a welcome pressure between my legs where my arousal is already starting to build.

Moments later, you pause your stroking and I feel your weight on me and your breath on my neck before you kiss me and my tummy is filled with butterflies, as so often escort bursa happens.

The heat of your bare chest against my back feels perfect. So much so, that I’m disappointed when you take it away again.

That’s when it happens. The first sensation of melting ice cream being poured directly from the tub, hits me between my shoulder blades. I jump at the wet cold burst against my skin and laugh, I feel it start to slide down along my spine before a second dose is delivered just a little lower. You move a little and then your mouth is on me, licking and cleaning me with long luxurious strokes, sucking the ice cream from my skin. I struggle to stay still. “You taste good Princess, are you ready for more?” You whisper in my ear and I nod as much as my position allows.

Clearly satisfied that I am enjoying the experience, you scoop some ice cream from the tub onto my back, sliding it up and down my spine with your fingers before licking it up again. The feeling is both exciting and soothing. You do this several times, venturing a little lower each time until you can go no further, at which point you encourage me to lift my hips a little so that you’re able to wiggle my pjs down and off. You push my legs apart and reposition yourself between them. I know that you are just looking at me, exposed and I wonder if my shaven pussy is visibly wet, even in the low lighting. I register the ending of Why I was born by Gene on the iPod and I’m momentarily distracted in trying to work out from the intro what the next track is but I don’t have long. My concentration is pulled by the freezing sensation of ice cream running down from the cleft of my ass, followed by your fingers, followed by your tongue. Second time around there’s more and it runs over my tight entrance and down to pool with the wetness of my pussy. I gasp as you trace it’s path with your tongue, licking at my pussy only briefly as I raise my hips before returning your attention to my ass. This time, with the melting icecream on your fingers you work at my tight hole, slowly and gently until you’re pushing into me and I’m panting and pushing against you. Eventually it’s hard to know what sensation is fingers and which is your tongue and I’m desperate to roll over, pull you forward and drive your cock into my neglected, dripping sex.

Luckily for me, you much prefer to be able to see my pleasure on my face and you are equally desperate to see my breasts and have them in your mouth.

…

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The next morning I woke up with Kyle curled up against my side. I was glad I took the time with him. Our nightly conversations had shown me a lot of his soul, and I was very attracted to him. It went further than the good body that had first interested me. Sometimes you can cruise a guy online and it’s just for a night, or a couple of times. Enjoy the body, then go on to the next one. I wanted Kyle deeper. I didn’t regret all the time I had invested in him one bit. I knew he was much more comfortable with me than if I had rushed things. That would keep him bound to me more than the strongest ropes.

I lay there lost in my thoughts until Kyle stirred, snuggling closer to me. “Mmmm. Good morning, Master.” He paused. “That feels weird. But I … I like it.”

“It is a lot to take in. Did you sleep well?”

“Like a log. Better than in quite a while.” Kyle’s hand was lazily moving over my chest and abs.

When it moved down towards my waist, I said “Go ahead, just slowly, easy. We have all the time in the world.” He didn’t say anything, but he started to massage my cock softly. It stirred. I let him feel me a while, his eyes on my equipment. I wanted him to know my stuff better than his own.

“We’re not going to go too fast boy. But I will be giving you instructions, and I will expect you to do as I tell you.” I felt his cock poke against my leg, he was excited by the prospect.

“What will you do if I fail?” Kyle asked. His voice had timidness and teasing in it.

“You’ll have to be punished. If you’re going to be my boy, you will have to obey. I am the one in control. I will decide what correction you get. And if you deserve them, what rewards you get.” His cock got even harder on my leg. “Pay a little more attention to my balls.”

Kyle attended to my balls some as I stroked his back, both of us laying in silence a bit. His voice small, he asked “What kind of punishments?”

“Hmmm. That will depend. It’s not like you’ll get 10 spanks for each infraction.” Kyle’s cock jumped at the mention of spanking, which is exactly why I did it. “Sometimes it will be something else. Trying to get out of punishment will be very very unpleasant for you.”

“I’ll be a good boy.”

“I know you’ll do your best.” I kissed the top of his head. We got onto wandering conversation after that. We had a lot of topics we had covered before we physically met, so we fell into talking. All the time he kept up his duty on my junk. This was so much better than just watching him over a cam. The morning wore on, and I decided it was time for breakfast. I took him to the shower, and we did that together. He washed me, and I returned the favor. We dried off, put on shorts and headed to the kitchen. I sat him on one of the stools while I fixed breakfast. This is the only meal I like making. Eggs, toast, bacon. I sat across from him and we ate. He complimented my skills. Then we finished up. “Now, boy, you need to clean up. Do the dishes by hand this time.” I got up and headed to the sofa in the living room. I caught a glimpse of his face, an incredulous look. He had a hint of rebellion. But he started on cleaning up the mess I had made.

From my vantage point, I could discreetly watch him. He didn’t like the order I’d given him. He was struggling internally. But he did it. This was different from a sexual command. It was work. Granted not arduous, but actual work. When he was finished he came to join me. I wrapped him in my arms and kissed him, a kiss he gladly returned. My cock was rising. “We need to get back to the bed. I need a blow job.”

“Yes, Master.” Kyle had a smile on his face. He was seeing this as a reward for following orders. I lay myself on the bed after dropping my shorts. He shucked his shorts as well and crawled between my legs.

His lips were warm on my dick head. He left them there a bit, massaging it. I knew I was leaking some precum. Well, that was a taste he would become very familiar with. He began to suck down my shaft. It was great watching his lips stretch to wrap around all the girth I had. It took effort for him. Well, I never said being my boy would be easy. I liked that he needed to concentrate, this wouldn’t be a simple blow.

He did have a talented throat, and apparently no gag reflex. “Balls.” I said. Kyle was going to have to learn how I like my dick sucked. I don’t like lazy, I want the guy servicing me to work on it, to keep the balls involved. Not just up and down and a bit of suction. He was going at it full on. He had just needed to add in some ballwork, now he was. Kyle’s mouth moved from my pole to work on licking my nuts. Wisely, his hand began to stroke my cock.

He tried to get a ball in his mouth. He managed it, but there was no way he was getting both in. He made the attempt, carefully, since he didn’t want to put me off. He switched which of my nuts was in his mouth while using his hand on my shaft. Good, he was working everything. It was always amusing to watch a talented Seferihisar Escort cocksucker have trouble with the size of my equipment. I could lay back and have him work on me almost literally all day.

Kyle switched back to sucking my dick, fondling my balls. He took it easy for a while enjoying, as I did, the sensations. He must have decided it was time to get me to cum because he put some speed into it. Last night, I was so excited to finally have him in my bed that I had to work to keep myself under control. Most of that newness had worn off. I was still excited just by having him, but it wasn’t threatening to make me lose it. I could keep my sperm in and enjoy a long servicing. Not all the newness was gone, so it took more effort on my part than a normal hook-up. I did like this boy. He got tired, I could hear his breathing get heavier, and he went back to licking my balls. I could see the expression of puzzlement on his face. Probably no one had ever been able to hold back when he went full out on them before. He had a right to be puzzled, as I had to exert some effort to not only keep myself from shooting, but to keep from revealing the effort I was making not to.

He didn’t just stick a dick in his mouth and go up and down, the lips moved, the tongue moved. His face shifted around. He sucked cock like it was a profession. I’d had some talented cocksuckers in my day, some really talented cocksuckers, but Kyle had them all beat. Damn, if I had gone for just a quick shag on the boy, his mouth may have changed my mind.

Kyle had caught his breath and gone back to work on my pole. His undulating lips were going all the way up and down my inches, and he kept that up for quite a while, all the time working his tongue and keeping my balls going. I just lay there with my hands behind my head, watching him or just gazing at the ceiling in pleasure. Ahh, he was speeding up again. The mattress was bouncing as he really worked it. Control. Keep control. I stayed bottled up, but I knew I was putting out precum at a respectable rate.

I could really hear his breathing when he gave up and went back to licking my balls, his hot breath giving me added pleasure in my orbs. Naturally, his frustration was a great aphrodisiac. He rested a bit longer this time.

I love having a boner with a guy working it. Makes everything right in the world. Kyle licked up my cock. Getting to the head, he licked small over it, then big, really putting contact on it with his tongue. Oooo, he was swirling around it. That’s always been my favorite move, even if I never tell anyone. Then he started to take it all in his mouth, bit by bit, as he got more and more in. It wasn’t too long before he was back to deepthroating. Nice combination, the talent of his mouth and the ability to get a big cock all the way in. Some deepthroaters think just being able to swallow the whole thing is enough. It’s not. If you have a cock in your mouth, work it. If I wanted just a hole, I’d face fuck you. If I’m letting you blow me, remember it’s an honor and show me some appreciation.

There he was, speeding up again, almost desperate in his rapidity. I just about wanted to laugh. Then he slowed down. He was learning. More tongue work before he sped up again. He alternated fast and slow for a while before really putting the pedal to the metal. He didn’t know how close he got me. His whole body seemed to be in it now. My internal controls were maxed out as I kept from shooting in his mouth. I could see the sweat build up on his shoulders, his skin turning a bit red from exertion. Like an athlete giving his last push, he kept on, but so did I.

Finally he lost it, sinking back to put his face in my balls. I looked at him, raising my head a bit. His face was raw confusion. He knew he was a good cocksucker, and that when he really tried, he should be able to get a man to cum, but I had shown resistance to all his efforts. He had no idea how.

I reached down and took my cock in my hand, stroking it. “It’s OK boy, you did really well. Damn fine work. But I’m in control. I decide when and how.” A few more strokes, and I let myself blow, aiming to his face and hair. He backed up a little, reaching to wipe some cum off of him and lick it down.

His confusion turned to awe, and he just stared at me. I caressed his face. “I’m proud of you boy, you didn’t stop. You pleased me very much. A lesser man would have shot off a long time ago.”

“You’re not a lesser man, Master.” He was a bit hoarse.

“No, I’m not. Come up here.” He shuffled up so I could hold him by me. I could feel he was exhausted, so we held each other for a while, just enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies. Kyle had to be going through a number of thoughts. How hard he had worked to get me off, only for me to do it in the end. Really pushing himself to the fullest and not succeeding. But he needed to know I was the one who put everything in motion.

The day Seferihisar Escort Bayan was progressing, and I did have things to do. As enjoyable as it would be to romp around in bed with him all day, I needed to get dressed and out.

“Boy.” I said, moving my hand up and down his side.

“Yes, Master.” He didn’t look up at me, just responded, he was watching my cock.

“We need to get up. I have to go out. You can go back home for a while.” I kissed the top of his head.

“I want to stay with you, Master.” He started to stroke my dick. Good boy, and a good attempt, but it wasn’t going to work.

“No. I have things to do. You will want to make sure your place is all tidy. I will visit you this evening.” I began to move. He tried to keep stroking me, but I was soon out of reach.

He had a disappointed look on his face. “Now boy, you don’t need to put on a sad face. Master will visit you later. Plus I’m sure you had things you wanted to do as well.” I slipped on boxers and ruffled his hair.

“Yes, Master.” He sighed, and put on the shorts which were all the clothes he had over here.

He watched me dress. Slacks, shirt. I was ready in minutes. His hair was a bit of a mess, and anyone watching would know he was over just for a booty call. I wondered if the thought would strike him. He needed a bit of time away from me. I wanted him to be sure, not to make all sorts of commitments in the heat of lust.

I kept my hand on his ass as we walked to my front door. Just outside I kissed him. “I’ll see you this afternoon.”

“Yes, Master. I will be looking forward to it.” Kyle seemed a bit lost for what to do. He really didn’t want to split up, but he wasn’t prepared to push the issue with me. Good. Let him struggle a bit with the small stuff and get used to doing things my way. That will make it easier when he has to do something a bit harder.

I ran some errands, then joined a few friends for a long lunch. We had a great time. At the end, most had gone on, leaving just me and one buddy of mine, another dom. I told him about my latest conquest, and how I was interested to see how he took to actual obedience. That’s the real key to domming a boy. Not getting him to suck you or take your fuck. Give him an order like “do the dishes” or “run to the store and get me X,’ or even “wear blue boxers today.” If he obeys, he’s doing it right. It’s more than just getting a cock to him. He’s willing to let you be in charge. Real control isn’t getting a guy lost in lust to suck you. It’s getting a guy to clean your house when he is in full control of his faculties.

I took a bit doing my running around town, then headed back to my apartment. I brought my stuff in, put it up and decided to catch up on some reading I had put off. A bourbon and my iPad with me on the couch was just the thing. My phone dinged with a text [Master, you’re home!]. I left it a few minutes. He was on my schedule, I wasn’t on his.

[Yup, I’m relaxing a bit]

[Want me to come over? I can blow you while you lay back?] Eager boy. It is tempting. His mouth has some mad skills. But more than a great blowjob, I needed him to learn I made all the decisions.

[No. I’ll be over to your place later] That was my original plan and I was going to stick to it. I knew what was going to happen next. And it did. The little bubble telling me he was typing came and went a few times as he put something in and erased it. He had to be torn. He wanted to be in my arms, but he also wanted to obey. How far did he think he could push me? A message finally came through. The right one.

[Yes Master]

Obedience had won. Excellent. I was a little worried he would pester me and I’d have to get stern too soon. But if he could keep himself under control at the start, I wouldn’t have to scare him much. I didn’t reply.

I actually dozed a bit. On awakening, I smiled at myself. A nap was a good thing. I planned on being up late. More reading and I took care of some things around the place. As the sun set, I decided it was time for me to head over to Kyle’s apartment. I didn’t give him a text heads-up. He needed to be prepared for me whenever I wanted. I knocked on his door.

When he opened it, his face lit up. “Master!” He said, giving me a hug, which I returned. I was glad he hadn’t been staring out the window, that would have been a sign of too much obsession. I added a kiss to the hug, one hand going under his shirt and feeling up his back, the other into his shorts to cup his ass.

When I broke the kiss, I started to move around the apartment, inspecting things. Kyle followed me like a puppy. I’ve had a sub that comes to clean my place regularly, so I can tell about housekeeping. Kyle had done a passable job, but I could tell he was a bit messy. That is something we will be working on. Opening some of the drawers and cabinets in the kitchen and bedroom showed some organization was also going Escort Seferihisar to be needed. “OK, decent job, but you need to focus more on dusting. It sounds petty, but it makes the place better for important guests.” I looked at him. “And who would be your most important guest?” I asked, meaningfully.

“You, Master. I’ll dust.” He was crestfallen.

“You also have some piles of things around. I can tell you straightened, but things need a home, and they need to go there when you are done with them. Stop just putting things out of the way.”

“Yes, Master.” Kyle got a bit more hang-dog. I took him in my arms and kissed his forehead.

“Don’t be down. It’s an OK job, but we have things to work on.” I squeezed him tight. Let him feel the heat of my body. That will be encouragement.

“I will do it, Master, all of it.” Kyle wrapped his arms around me.

“Perfect. So, want to buy your Master dinner?” I have plenty of money, but there is no reason I have to spend it when I have subs that will buy me things. I don’t put them in the poor house or anything, but I see it as part of their service to me. This goes different ways. Sometimes the sub has a gift they want to give me. Once one bought me a really great set of boots. He really liked licking them. I’ve had subs take me on vacations, paying for everything. Other times it’s like this, I suggest they spend money on me. Dinner, what have you. Usually, you offer to treat someone. With a sub, you tell him how his money will be spent.

“Yes, Master. But don’t you want to… to…” Kyle seemed like he wasn’t sure how to form the rest of his question.

“Fuck your brains out? Don’t worry, we’ll do that afterwards. Let’s get you into some decent clothes.” I opened his closet and looked at what he had. This is another bit of dominance. I picked out his clothes. This is nothing like that baby fetish, which I’ve indulged in a time or two. This is telling a fully grown man what he’ll be wearing when you step out. Just one more thing he surrenders to you. It seems so small, but it has a bigger impact than you can imagine. Even little choices are mine to control.

He looked good in the outfit I selected. But I knew he would. He’s a very handsome man. I could tell my sizing him up made him a bit uncomfortable. I let that hang just a moment before kissing him and suggesting (well, telling) a restaurant. We headed out, had a great meal, and he paid. I earnestly enjoyed his company. He loosened up a bit over dinner, as he got more comfortable being in my actual presence. He had a good wit, was somewhat funny, and was decently well read. I had limited interest in a slave/sub who just kissed my ass, I wanted one that could be a decent partner, albeit an obedient one. Kyle was shaping up to be the boy I had been looking for for years.

We went back to his place. I needed to fuck him in his own bed. I could tell he got a bit nervous once we were in. I was in his place, but I was the one in charge. It’s a turnabout from the normal situation, and I wanted him to feel it. Feel me in his place like he felt my cock in his ass. I led to the bedroom. There, I kicked off my shoes and lay in the middle of the bed. “Take off your clothes. Slowly. I want to watch.” I put my hands behind my head and watched him.

I could almost see his mouth getting dry. He wanted it, wanted to obey, to have more sex, but getting ordered around in his own place was confusing him. His hands reached for the buttons of his shirt and began to undo them. Good boy. I gave a small smile of pleasure, and that gave him a bit of assurance. The rational part of his brain should have known everything was fine. He knew he had a good body, and that I liked it, but the emotional part wasn’t used to actually taking orders. “Neatly.” I said, as he was about to toss the shirt to the floor. He still wasn’t speaking. He folded it and put in the hamper. Shoes off, and put in their place. Socks off. Belt put away. Pants opened. A breath. Pants off and in the hamper. He stopped a moment to look at me, and I let him. Let him know what he was doing for me. He was hard in his boxers. I knew this would turn him on. It was the excitement that drove him now. Boxers off. “Come here.” I lifted my arm and he crawled into bed and next to me.

We just held each other a bit. I fondled his cock. “Still liking all of this?” He was rock hard in my hand.

“Yes, Master.” He answered, knowing it was true. I wanted him to acknowledge that. To be fully aware of his erection at that moment. And while I was asking about him. So he knew I cared. And I did. I had no desire to just use his body and discard it.

“You can undress me now.” I got up, standing by the bed.

“Oh, yes Master.” He seemed reverent as he removed my shirt, and the rest of my clothes. A small gasp as he took my boxers off and saw my 8 inches. That was a little funny, it’s not like he hadn’t seen it before. But it’s nice to be appreciated.

“Go ahead.” I knew what he wanted. He started sucking me. Damn that boy could give some fine head. I just stood there, legs wide, watching him service me. He would look up every so often and gaze into my eyes. It was motivation for him. He was going all up and down the shaft, and one hand was working my balls, the other my ass.

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I came to the band room promptly after school, instrument in hand. All of my band friends were there, along with Amanda and Frances. Frances was gorgeous. She was about 5’5″ with curly hair that went every which way, a nice smile, and mocha skin that was common among Puerto Ricans. She was a violist with a bit of a temper. Amanda was, about the same height as Frances. She had creamy skin, hazel eyes, rosy cheeks, and long dirty-blonde hair. She was the resident cellist. I walked over to them.

“Hi, Amanda. Hi, Frances.” I said.

“Hey, Danielle.” Frances replied.

“Hello, Danielle.” Amanda said, grinning.

“Why does Ms. Thompson want to see us after school?” Frances innocently asked. Amanda and I exchanged a look. We knew why, but she didn’t. How could we explain it to her?

“Uhm…you’ll soon see.” Amanda said, trying to smooth things over without giving everything away. This answer seemed to be sufficient for Frances, and we passed the time with idle chatter. Frances left Amanda and me alone to talk to her other friends.

“I take it you know why we’ve been invited to hang out with Ms. Thompson after school, yes?” I asked.

“Yeah…I’ve been going to her after school for a few weeks now. But it just didn’t seem right without you. I’ve missed you nights…” She trailed off and stared into my eyes. She gave me a hug, which I returned.

“Uhm…guys?” We pulled apart as Frances approached. “What are you guys doing?” She asked. Amanda and I exchanged a glance, but were saved from an awkward conversation by the entrance of Ms. Thompson.

“Hi, ladies! Are you ready to go?” She beamed at us.

“Sure.” I said, and headed out to the car.

“Yep!” Amanda replied, and followed my lead.

“…Yeah, I guess…” Frances followed us, a little wary of what fate might befall her. We put our things in the trunk. I sat in the backseat with Amanda, while Frances sat in the front with Ms. Thompson. We rode away from the school happy it was the weekend.

“Hey, Amanda,” I whispered, “do you remember when we first talked about doing something like this with Ms. Thompson?”

She giggled, “Yeah…it always made me hot to think about her that way. I wonder what she has in store for Frances.” I grinned and turned to watch the scenery go by out the window. She put her hand on my knee, and I turned to Bağarası Escort face her. “Danielle…”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve really missed you.” Tears began to form in her eyes.

“But I thought you were happier with that guy…”

“I wasn’t. I’ve missed you.” Her eyes bore into mine.

“Well, Amanda…give me some time, ok?” She nodded. In a few more minutes, we reached Ms. Thompson’s house.

“Ladies, exit the vehicle.” Ms. Thompson lightly said. We got out of the car, and retrieved our things from the trunk. Ms. Thompson opened the door to her house, and we entered. Again, it was a cool contrast to the heat outside and the heat within me. Frances looked around, admiring the décor of the home. We set our things down and plopped on the couch.

“Give me a minute to freshen up, ladies. I need to change clothes.”

“Ok.” Frances said, and she promptly left the room. I put my arm around Amanda’s shoulders, and she kissed me. It felt so good to feel her lips upon mine again! She knew how gently to kiss me, how sweetly. She knew where to touch me, just as I touched her. Frances watched us, absolutely flabbergasted by our behavior. I’m not sure whether she was repulsed or felt neglected. I couldn’t ponder over it because Ms. Thompson slipped up behind her and began massaging her shoulders.

“Frances, you’re so tense. You need to relax.” Gradually, Frances lost her anxiety and closed her eyes, letting the new sensations course through her veins. Meanwhile, Amanda began to unbutton my shirt while nuzzling and kissing my neck. Ms. Thompson finally stood before us. She was wearing a white bathrobe tied with a sash. However, we could see that there was nothing underneath that robe, not a STICH! She slowly disrobed before us, and we all followed suit. I love Amanda’s naked body. I had before, and I still do. There’s no blemish on her, nowhere! Her nipples stand out about a half of an inch, and they’re a rosy color. Her pussy hair is the same dirty blonde of the hair atop her head. Frances wasn’t looking so bad herself. She had large breasts that her body was proportioned to handle. They were capped with large, dark, nipples and aureoles. Her pussy seemed a bit small. I could tell because it was bare. I didn’t get to muse on this any further because Amanda broke into my thoughts.

“Danielle, care Escort Bağarası to join me in the Jacuzzi?” She giggled before I could answer, and sped off towards the back of the house, where the Jacuzzi was located. I followed her, and we hopped right in. Apparently, someone had been planning for someone to jump in because it was already bubbling strongly. We didn’t give it much thought and splashed around together. Our bodies rubbed against each other. I kissed her while playing with her breasts. They were soft, yet firm, and she seemed to enjoy it immensely.

“Hey! C’mon!” She took my hand and dragged me back into the house. She headed for Ms. Thompson’s bedroom.

“Amanda…What the heck…? I mean…isn’t this kinda…disrespectful?” I asked.

“She won’t care!” With that, she pulled me on the bed with her. She cradled me in her arms for some minutes.

“Hmm…I wonder how Frances is doing?” I smirked.

Meanwhile…

Ok, this was weird. The student teacher of my orchestra class is naked and so am I. We’re in her house. She’s almost leering at me. This is pretty freaky. Where in the hell are Amanda and Danielle?

“Frances, are you alright?” She asked.

“Huh? Uhm…I’m ok, I guess.” I squirmed around under her gaze. This is totally freaking me out.

“You don’t seem ok.”

“Well, I assure you I am.”

I can’t let her touch me! I might…do something. Damn it! What is she doing?! She got up and sat next to me. Not even inches were separating us. I could almost feel her heat. Or was it mine? No! No! I had to stop this! Her hand crept up my leg, past my knee, to my inner thigh. It was starting to feel good. She leaned over to kiss me. Well, actually, she forced her tongue into my mouth, not like I cared much. I had to admit that I’d wanted something like this for a few months now, just not with her. I hungrily returned her kiss. Her hand inched further, until it was on the outside of my pussy. Her kisses trailed from my lips, to my neck, and then to my breasts. She sucked and bit on one of my nipples. I closed my eyes as she kneaded the other. My own hand cupped one of her smaller breasts. It was conical, her nipple firm.

“Follow me”, she commanded. I complied and we headed to her bedroom. Much to her pleasure and my astonishment, Danielle and Amanda were in here. Bağarası Escort Bayan It wasn’t the fact that they were in there that really astonished me. It was what they were doing! Amanda was grinding her pussy against Danielle’s face and screaming. I guess I hadn’t noticed, since I was preoccupied with Ms. Thompson.

“Oh God, Danielle! Lick me! Right there!” She screamed some more stuff.

I wasn’t much paying attention to that. I was staring at Danielle’s pussy. It was almost looking at me, beckoning me. It seemed to say, “Come on, Frances. You know you want to.” I licked my lips, unable to take my eyes off it. I had to taste it. As if my body was thinking faster than my brain, I found myself inches away from it. I gingerly dipped my tongue inside in order to taste her. I liked the taste, so I dug in for more. I ran my tongue over her clit. I pushed a finger inside of her. She was tight and wet. The thought suddenly struck me. How much could she take? Grinning almost evilly, I began to pump her with two fingers. I think she liked it because she squirmed around a lot and moaned.

“Whoa, there, slow down. We’ll get to that later.” Ms. Thompson pulled my hand away. She laid me on the bed face up. She got on her knees and began licking my pussy. It felt a bit weird at first, but I began to enjoy it.

Meanwhile…

Amanda got off of me. My face was covered with her cum. She licked it off my face and kissed me, tasting her. She turned around, and saw Ms. Thompson going down on Frances. She grinned at me, as if in triumph. She began to play with Frances’ nipples, while I played with hers. She brushed my hand away with her free hand.

“It’s your turn.” She began to tongue my pussy. She pushed her tongue as deeply inside as it would go. She fingered my ass. Amanda was the only person I’d let near me, there. She pumped one, then two, fingers inside of me. Then, through the haze of pleasure, I heard Frances shouting her pleasure. I came soon after. Ms. Thompson and Amanda went at it for a while, and then we all lay on the bed in a comatose state.

“How long have you guys been planning this?” Frances asked.

“A few weeks.” Amanda replied.

“Is there anyone else you guys might…want?”

“Well, not that you mention it…I think Desiree would be quite a nice addition.” Ms. Thompson said “What about you, Danielle?”

“Well…uhm…I like Michele.”

“Michele?! You’re kidding me! She’s so…pure and CATHOLIC!” Amanda laughed.

“So? I used to be! Besides, the innocence is a bit…intriguing in a way.” I sighed.

“We’ll see…” Ms. Thompson said, sleepily.

To Be Continued…

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A Bottle of Cris and a Thousand Bucks

“Hey baby, why don’t you wear the tight red one from last Christmas’ party?” I said to my lovely wife as we were dressing to go out for another wild night on south beach.

“The red one? I can’t wear that one silly, you remember it got ripped on the side the last time I wore it, why are you playing?” she said.

“Oh shit, that’s right. How could I forget about that dress? Damn but that one looked so sweet on you that night.”

“Yeah it did, but we had more fun after it was off, didn’t we?” she replied.

Last Christmas…

“Yo, wassup brother?” I said to Marcos my best friend.

“Ah, chillin dog, hey this party is gonna be off the hook, the party boat is leaving from port of Miami at 8 pm and once we hit international waters, its on kid. Gambling drinking and dancing till we pass out and the boss got the boat just for us this time, they’re should be about 100 people on board not too crowded but enough room to play.” he said.

“Is Renee ready, cause me and Rosa are good to go, I’ll come by and scoop you up now and we can get there by 7.”

“Let’s do this son, I’ll have the Remy red on ice when you get here”

So off to the party we were, myself in an Armani exchange cotton pullover and slacks, form fitting on my 6′ 2″ frame of pretty well defined body if I might say so. Shit all those hours pumping and sweating better get me some good results. Rosa in her bad ass red Dior that I just bought her, accenting her petite and tight 5’4″ body. The dress was tight and low cut showing off her creamy brown back and plump C cup breasts and always-hard nipples.

We were a pretty hot looking couple together and even hotter when the club was playing some salsa music as we worked the rhythm of the music better than some dance shows could ever dream of. Marcos and Renee were another hot number themselves as we shared our love of dressing and dancing together. Renee was wearing a slinky little black number that night, and as usual no bra as she loved showing off her tremendously firm and perky b-cup breasts and incredibly shapely ass of hers. Yeah I gotta admit sneaking a few peaks at my buddy’s wife over the Dalyan Escort years. That long blond hair and white skin on his wife got me thinking what a lucky couple of guys we were.

We got to the party, and wasted no time getting down to business like true players had to. Straight to the blackjack tables we went with a bottle of Cristal Champagne on ice and quite a few winning hands in front of us. I soon found myself up about $1200 bucks and Marcos was about $1500 in the green. That was good enough for us we thought as we had better go find the women and get some dancing in before they go off and jump ship on us. So we searched for the club and found our ladies tearing up the dance floor to some new merengue jam by Oro Solido, they were dancing together and damn they looked good hip to hip and breast to breast. We quickly stepped in and took our wifes to tell them the news of our winnings and get us another bottle of the bubbly stuff. We sat and laughed and danced some more before we decided to head towards the cabins for the nightcap.

We got to the cabin and found it to be pretty comfortable for a mid size casino boat. Enough room for a close to king sized bed, and enough room to walk around in as well. That was perfect enough for us however the problem was that there was only one cabin reserved for the both of us with no more available.

“Fuck it kid, we just gonna have to share tonight”, Marcos said which elicited a giggling spree from the women.

“What’s so funny about that?” I said.

“Oh nothing”, they both replied.

“Well let’s open this last bottle of Cris and share that before anything else, whadda ya say?”

As we sipped on the champagne my head started racing and when that happens I can’t always control what I say or do, so when Marcos said , “Hey guys I don’t know about you all but I’m one horny motherfucka how bout I give you all $500 and you let us have this room for the rest of the night.”

I responded by saying “How bout I give you $1000 and you let me fuck the shit outta your wife?”

“What the fuck did you say, Carlos? You wanna give him money to fuck me. Are you stupid, give me the money and Escort Dalyan I’ll fuck you myself.”

“You liar you wouldn’t do that, would you?”

“Show me the money and you’ll see, and um Marcos you know you gotta take care of my girl here too. This ain’t no free show brother man. Lay down the cash for Rosa let’s do this shit.”

We looked at each other once and saw no problem on each other’s faces and said let’s do this then. Our wives actually made us give them the money as if they didn’t trust us before they would approach us lying on the bed. The ladies approached us slowly and began dancing and winding their hips in a most seductive manner as we lay on our backs in the bed. The girls began rubbing against each other as we found them earlier on the dance floor and slowly began exploring each other’s bodies and removing each other’s clothing. Rene pushed my Rosa on her back towards the bed, which caused Marcos and I to get up and out of the way and make room for our hot wives to get busy. Rene became the aggressor and lifted up my wife’s dress and exposed her clean shaven pussy to everyone in the room.

“Damn Dog, does her pussy always get that wet?” marcos asked.

“She gets wet, but damn that’s crazy.”, I said as I noticed the entire inside of her thighs down to her knees were glistening from the wetness.

Rene began rubbing her face between Rosa’s thighs and looked up at us with a shiny face full of juices. I watched as she began nibbling on her outer lips slowly and gently, pulling and tugging on them while opening her slightly more each time without the use of her fingers. Rosa was moaning loudly and the expression on her face was one of pure ecstasy. I had to wonder if this was their first time together??? All I knew was that I was paying for this shit and I didn’t pay to watch, so off came my clothes and Marcos’ as well. I stood behind the licking Rene and pushed back my wife’s legs towards her head fully exposing that beautiful pussy for her eating purposes. Standing above Rene, who was on her knees, my balls were just hanging above her head and Rosa reached down and began stroking my cock to full strength. Marcos got on Dalyan Escort the bed above my wife and began pulling her dress up and over her head exposing her full nakedness to the room. I quickly got onto the floor and layed on my back under sweet Rene’s sweet pussy as she sat on my face and began riding it without missing a beat on Rosa’s snatch.

Marcos leaned forward on the bed and with skilled hands spread Rosa’s lips apart and opened her hole for Rene’s tongue to delve into her pussy and explore her sugar walls. That was all it took to set my sweet baby past the point of no return and the impending orgasm grew and grew till the explosion was both loud and active. Rene began grinding harder as she reached a lovely orgasm on my face as well.

Marcos and I got up at this point and bent both of our wives over the edge of the bed ass up and face down and we both entered each other’s wives from the back as the girls turned toward each other and began kissing passionately. Marcos and I kept in sync with our strokes and he turned and said that he bet me another $100 bucks that he could make my wife come faster than I could his. I just laughed and began giving Rene the long stroke as I pulled out to the tip of my cock and banged in back in quickly before it could come completely out. The race was on and soon enough I had his bitch screaming on my dick as I began laughing in victory. “That’s a hundred black! Pay the man!”, I said. Rosa than reached her orgasm in a close second place behind his wife.

“Would ya’ll shut the fuck up and fuck us again!”, they both said in unison.

Rene pushed me on my back onto the bed and quickly sat on my face as my wife sat on and began riding my dick hard. Marcos came up behind her and pushed his cock into her asshole and stretched open from the double penetration. “Oh give it to me, more, more, fuckin fuck me harder guys”, she screamed as we wore her holes out with cock. The sensation was different as I could feel the pressure of Marcos’ cock pressing on mine through the thin walls of my wife’s ass and pussy. It soon set me off as I filled her pussy with hot cum as I ate Rene’s pussy. Marcos was not far behind as he too filled her up with spunk. We both pulled out and watched as Rene quickly dove down to eat all the juices out of Rosa’s two holes.

As she finished licking her dry the ladies turned to each other and said, “Not too bad for a thousand bucks, huh. Don’t tell them but I would’ve done it for free”

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I had a reputation as a prude. I hadn’t planned it that way, I was just picky about who I took to bed. With my reputation being set like that, it made it hard for me to get a one-night stand. Even when I really wanted one, and I wanted one bad! Since masturbation wasn’t helping, I decided to go for a drive. I don’t know why, but I put my vibrator in my purse when I left.

As I was driving down the highway, I looked in truckers’ rearview mirrors as I passed them. Some of them were “hot”; I was getting hornier just by checking them out. The excitement about what I was doing was almost more than I could handle. The truckers had no clue of the effect they had on me. I slowly started rubbing my pussy as I drove. Without thinking, I slipped off my shoe and put my left foot on the dash. I just kept getting hornier with each truck I passed. I started rubbing my clit under my mini-skirt, as I passed the next truck. I didn’t even think about the fact that he could see what I was doing, until I had passed a couple of trucks. The realization of what I was doing both scared me and excited me. I kept well in front of the trucks, while I thought about what I had just done. Oh well, it wasn’t like I was fucking them all. I decided to take it a bit further. Now I was running on the excitement I was filled with, I had always been such a cautious person, and the possible danger just turned me on more.

I fumbled for my vibrator. In doing so, I slowed down a bit, I noticed the 3 trucks passing me; they were the same ones I had just passed. As I passed them this time, I ran my vibrator over my tits. I was careful to only pass the same trucks. I waited excitedly as they all passed me again, this time I noticed there weren’t any cars behind me, so I passed slower. I tilted my hips so I could insert my vibrator slightly into my pussy, just enough that it would stay. I slowed to match the first truckers speed. When I was beside him; I rubbed Görece Escort my clit and ran my hand under my top. I was getting hornier all the time; I wasn’t sure how much longer I could do this as I drove. I pulled up and matched speed with the next truck. This time I worked the vibrator a little. Oh shit, I needed fucked more than ever now. I pulled up beside the third truck and squeezed my tit hard, my body was quivering, and driving was getting hard. I had to pull over and fast.

Luckily the rest stop was deserted; I needed to finish off what I had started. At this point I didn’t care what the truckers did. I figured it was up to them. As I pulled into the rest stop, I just hoped at least one of them would join me. I was thrilled, scared, and very excited as I noticed the trucks parking. All three of them had pulled in behind me. I put my seat all the way back, now I had my left hand free, so I could do this right. I slipped off my right shoe and placed my foot on the dash. I couldn’t stop now, I didn’t care how it happened. I just needed fucked bad! The truckers got out of their trucks and were walking towards me. I started squeezing my tits with my right hand and working the vibrator with my left hand. Moans were escaping me as my body quivered, I closed my eyes to hold the fear I was feeling at bay. I heard my car doors being opened. I bit my lip as I opened my eyes to check out the truckers. There were two men by each of my doors; there must have been two men in one of the trucks.

Just seeing them there scared me and excited me even more. I knew I wasn’t in the safest position, but at this point I didn’t care. I was normally such a careful person, but knowing the position I had put myself in made me more excited. I had heard danger could be exciting, but never realized it could be this exciting. I started giving the vibrator head, licking my juices off it and deep-throating it. I tried Görece Escort Bayan to look each man in the eyes as I did this; moans were escaping me around the vibrator. I couldn’t believe the men were just watching. I was just getting ready to fuck myself with the vibrator again when one of the men by my door said, “Here suck this.” I turned and got on my knees to eagerly suck him off, as I squeezed my clit.

I tried to contain my excitement, as I slowly started working on his cock. He slowly backed up, causing me to have to follow him. This left me fully exposed to the men; I couldn’t wait to see what happened next. I didn’t miss a lick as I climbed out of my car. Actually, I started sucking more eagerly. The man I was sucking off was so tall I barely had to bend over. He wrapped his fingers in my hair as I felt one of the other men pick up my hips and ram his dick in my pussy.

They carried me, impaled on their cocks, over to a picnic table. I couldn’t believe how excited I was, the fear in me just kept building my excitement. They kept me suspended, ramming their dicks deep into me. I was bouncing back and forth between them, holding onto the hips in front of me, trying not to miss a beat. I was eager for their cum. Moaning and trying to meet their thrust I sucked harder, I tasted pre-cum and eagerly swallowed all his hot cum, as he sprayed it down my throat, just as more cum was spraying deep in my pussy. I kept sucking after I no longer tasted cum, I just wanted more.

Somehow they managed to flip me over on my back, as they laid me across the table. The first trucker pulled his cock out of my mouth saying, “Damn! She can suck.” I eagerly grabbed the next dick, as my head hung backwards over the table. Just as I sucked it down my throat. I heard the last man say, “I don’t like sloppy seconds,” as he lifted my legs high in the air and forced his cock up my ass.

I loved Escort Görece anal, but had never had it so rough, so a muffle yell escaped my lips around the dick pumping down my throat. The man that was fucking my face said, “Oh yeah bitch. That feels good, keep yelling on my cock.” He then started mashing my tits in his hands. He squeezed them harder and harder, till I yelled. Then he told the other guy to fuck my ass harder to see if I’d scream. I felt my asshole tear as he started relentlessly ramming his cock deep in me. Tears started running down my face as I screamed. Instantly, I felt cum squirting up my ass and down my throat. I had enjoyed rough sex before, but wondered how rough I would enjoy it. I loved this!

Then they lifted me upright between the first two men. I was sandwiched between them as the rammed their cocks in my sore ass and pussy. Now that I had my voice I couldn’t help but yell at them, “Oh yes, more, more, more, I need all you got! Fuck me hard!” as tears streamed down my face. For some reason the more pain they inflicted on me the more I wanted.

They passed me back and forth using all my holes as they crushed my tits, pinched my nipples and clit, and slapped my ass hard enough to bruise. Every time there was a dick in my throat they would make me scream, either by twisting my nipples or cutting me with a pocket knife one of them had. My body was racked by orgasm after orgasm; one would barely finish as the next one would hit me. My body shook uncontrollably. When the men were finished with me they put me back in my car, covered me with a blanket I had in the back seat and left. I over heard one of them say, “I’ll go get the closed sign I left by the entrance.” I had vaguely wondered why no one had come to the rest stop. Then I drifted off to sleep from exhaustion.

When I woke up the truckers were long gone and the rest stop was full of families. Somewhat disappointed, I straightened what was left of my clothes and drove home to see to my wounds. Although I was very sore and battered, I was hoping to do this again sometime. I had always enjoyed sex but this topped all my experiences. I couldn’t wait to heal and do it again. Just the though both scared me and thrilled me.

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