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“Jade?”

There it was again! I looked up only to find Her staring straight at me. I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. As it happened I didn’t need to. Now that She had my attention She didn’t need a reply.

“Could you hand me that riding crop, please?”

Shit! What? No! This didn’t happen. I wasn’t meant to be a part of this. I wanted to scream, “I’m only here to watch!” Despite this, I found myself slowly reaching out and picking it up. The crop felt alien in my hands; I had never handled anything like it before. I crossed the room and handed it to Her … it would have been impolite not to … right? I walked back to my chair, only too aware of the deafening sound of my heart beating in my ears.

She used the crop on Zoe’s arse, flicking it almost casually over her pale skin. Each bite of the crop seemed only to increase the flow from Zoe’s cunt. Abruptly, She stopped, pulling Zoe’s mouth from Her clit. Standing, She moved Zoe to the back of the couch, pushed her over it and kicked her feet wide apart.

“Don’t move!”

Then She left the room, idly tossing the riding crop onto the table next to where I was sitting. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. What was wrong with me? All I had done was hand it to Her! You’d think the damned thing was going to leap up and bite me the way I was acting!

Slowly I pulled my eyes away from the crop only to have them fall on Zoe, face first over the couch, her pert red arse just begging to be fucked.

Before my imagination could go any further She walked back in wearing a large, black strap-on and carrying a big, thick whip.

The sight of this whip made me tremble … what with? Nerves? Anticipation?

She walked straight over to Zoe and I was shocked to hear Zoe moan with delight. She whipped her slave over and over again whilst she squirmed and humped at the air. Zoe was loving every lash, even as the pools of mascara and tears slid down her face.

She threw down the whip and swung Her hand up hard between Zoe’s legs, slapping her soaking wet pussy so hard she screamed as she came so fiercely that she shook from head to toe. She waited no further and thrust the dildo into Zoe’s ass whilst her body still jerked and convulsed.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from them. My own clit was begging for some attention, begging to be allowed to join in. God what was I thinking? This was not something I had ever thought about before, and yet there I was watching the horniest sex and all I could think is that I wish it were me getting whipped and fucked.

I couldn’t take it anymore and got up to run. Run home, only to endlessly masturbate and replay the images over and over in my mind.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••

Shit, where had the week gone? There I was lying in bed with a clit three times the size it should be. Well I knew what I would do, I would just phone them and apologise (regretfully) that I would no longer be coming to their house. No longer watching their lives. No longer seeing the full extent of their kinkiness.

NO! I need to stop that thinking. I needed to get up and phone them before my fickle self tried to stop me. I pulled on a pair of shorts and my favourite basketball vest and headed downstairs to make the call. Just as I lifted the phone there was a knock at the door.

I got a shock when I opened the door and there stood Zoe. Looking confused? Or was it concern? Was she truly worried about me?

“Jade, I have been trying to ring you all week! What’s wrong? Are you ok? Why did you leave like that? Are you mad at us?” she blurted out.

“Slow down, Zoe. I’m fine. I just remembered this … um … thing I had to do”.

“A thing??” Zoe repeated, raising one eyebrow in that all too knowing way that she has.

How had I never noticed the gold flecks in her large brown eyes before?

“Ok, so why didn’t you answer the phone?” she asked.

“Zoe, let it go, please” I implored, “there’s nothing wrong, it’s just personal.”

I moved backwards away from her but she just stepped forward, invading my personal space, forcing me to look at her, to smell that damned perfume she always wears, and the soft delicious smell of the lavender and jasmine shampoo that She always bought for her.

Crap. I’m hopeless!

“Jade Jones.”

That’s what she calls me when she’s being serious.

“You are in big trouble!”

God, didn’t I just know it.

“You know all my personal stuff” and she made quote marks in the air with her fingers. “So you can just spill! Besides, I thought we were friends,” and she took one step closer to me.

Shit, shit, shit.

“We are friends,” I reassured, “I’m just not ready to talk yet. Please don’t push me.”

She paused, and I found myself holding my breath.

“‘K,” she grinned, “but you’ll come out for dinner tonight.”

Before I could even begin to think of an excuse she grabbed me into a big hug. Oh god, that woman felt good. I hugged her back resisting the temptation to nuzzle my lips into her neck, and before I knew it, she was out of my embrace and saying, “Cool, we’ll pick you up at 8.” Then she was gone, leaving Alsancak Escort behind her intoxicating scent to torment me a bit longer.

Shit, Jade, how did you let this happen?!

I’ve asked myself this question all week. I’ve never been attracted to a woman before, much less been with one. So what makes Them so special?

I went into the bathroom to take a shower. Yeah, that would help … a nice cold shower. But then I remembered something, and returning to my bedroom I found what I was looking for: a bottle of that shampoo, lavender and jasmine. Needless to say, I took a very long shower.

Oh shit! What to wear? I think I tried on about twenty different outfits. Had I ever been that flustered and indecisive about a date before? Wait! Get a grip! It wasn’t a date!

I finally settled on my favourite jeans, a white linen shirt and a pinstripe blazer.

When the bell rang, my heart quickened. Jeeze, this is a mistake. Walking to the door I told myself, “You go out with them all the time, Jade, just get a bloody grip!”

“What?” She said.

“Nothing,” I replied, as I felt myself blush. “I was just talking to myself.”

She glanced down and asked, “Did you tell yourself to put shoes on, or do I need to carry you to the car?”

I blushed furiously, and in my embarrassment I fumbled with my laces.

“Here, let me help,” She said, kneeling at my feet.

Oh my god. My heart went into overdrive. Calm yourself, Jade. Standing up, She opened the door for me and we headed towards the car.

Sitting in the restaurant, I felt more relaxed as I was on my third glass of champagne. We were discussing the meaning of names, and Zoe was telling me that Jade is a type of precious stone that is revered by the Chinese. Ok, so I already knew that, but what she says next shocked me.

“One definition of Jade is slut.”

I nearly choked on my champagne, and She gave me an all too knowing smirk. Then Zoe gasped, her eyes widened, and her pupils dilated. Our eyes made contact, and I couldn’t look away. Couldn’t even if I wanted. I was consumed by the absolute lust in her eyes.

“Tell me. How does that feel, Zoe?” She asked.

“Delicious.”

The waiter approached the table with our meals, and I could only presume that because Zoe didn’t move that She was still fingering her. Zoe’s eyes remained locked on mine, then I became aware She was talking.

“These two beautiful ladies would like some more champagne. Right, darling?”

“Please,” Zoe managed to say, then quickly excused herself to go to the bathroom before dessert. I am certain that it was to clean herself up as She had been using her throughout the meal. She licked Her fingers, and for the first time I found myself wondering what she must taste like. Jesus, Jade, what is going on with you?

“What does it taste like?” I found myself asking. Whoa, where did that come from?!

“The escargot?” She queried. “Didn’t you have some?”

“I didn’t mean the food,” I replied, blushing.

She chuckled, a throaty sound that made me quiver.

“Have you never tasted your own?” She asked.

“Um … well … yes. But I was …”

“Oh, you were specifically asking what Zoe tastes like.” It wasn’t a question. She already knew what I meant. Fortunately, I didn’t have to answer as Zoe returned, and I hastily drained another glass of champagne.

She drove one of those big old American cars, so on the ride home Zoe insisted that I sit in the front with them. She insisted that Zoe take her dress off. Well, the bottle of champagne was already enough to make my head spin, but the smell of her already warmed cunt combined with her perfume was enough to make my clit swell until it felt like squeezing a tennis ball between my thighs!

She had Zoe spread her legs as wide as she could and slide down in the seat, tilting her pelvis up so that She (and I, though I tried hard not to stare) could see everything as She told Zoe to finger herself. Very clearly, without rushing, She talked Zoe through a lewd but calculated finger fuck.

“That’s it, baby. Show me what you’ll do for me. Show your mistress what a horny little slut you are.” As She said the word slut, it resonated in my clit. Was She saying these words on purpose, perhaps talking to me? After all, had Zoe not told me that my name means slut? All I wanted to do was take my clothes off and join in with Zoe, let Her voice lift me into the heights of bliss that Zoe was experiencing. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, fascinated by her fingers. I wanted to fall to the floor and bury my face in her pussy as she cried out her mistress’ name.

And then I realised they were quiet, and the engine was stopped. We were at my apartment, Zoe was relaxed in Her lap, and my hand was down my pants. Fuck!!

I pulled my hand out, mumbling something totally incoherent about too much champagne and then jumped out the car, then practically ran up the path to my house. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

“Jade, wait!” I stopped in spite of myself (this is the power that She has over me). “We want to be Alsancak Escort Bayan sure you get in safely.”

“I’m fine,” I said, making a lavish gesture with my hands, tossing my keys straight into the hedge. Fuck!

She scrambled in the hedge and returned my keys to my hand but didn’t let go.

“We’d also like to invite you to stay with us tonight.”

And just like that, I was back in the car with them. It was like a giant magnet was pulling me. I had no control over it. Was I already giving Her all the control?

She opened the car door for me as She always had, but this time She was holding my hand as I got in.

Zoe had put her dress back on and was smiling at me reassuringly. We didn’t talk in the short ride from mine to theirs, but Zoe held my hand, occasionally squeezing it for reassurance.

Inside the hall, Zoe removed her dress again and knelt as her mistress buckled the black, leather collar around her neck. I looked at her, not knowing what to do, but she gave me a grin that assured me I was ok. She turned towards me and although I didn’t even know if I wanted to, I started to kneel. She chuckled and, grabbing my hands, pulled me to my feet. Her face grew soft but serious as She tenderly brushed my face with Her knuckles.

“Anything that happens tonight will be strictly up to you, Jade. Zoe and I have discussed and agreed that there is a place for you in our lives that cries out for further exploration. This is not something we have ever considered with anyone else. We trust no other in the things we do … except you. We have been discussing it for some time but you have never given us any indication that our way of things would appeal to you … until now.” She grinned at me, and I felt myself start to melt, but before I could respond She continued.

“Still, we want you to feel comfortable, so tonight we will do what comes naturally to us, and you may join in if you want.”

Then She kissed me softly on the lips, and I glanced nervously at Zoe as my heart started to race, but she was smiling … proudly.

“Wha–?”

I began to ask a question, but She silenced me by kissing me once again, then said, “For tonight, let’s just enjoy finding out what we can about you.”

I smiled a little, sighed raggedly, and blushed profusely. She kissed me once again, and I felt my clit jerk in response. I wanted to wrap my arms around Her, but I didn’t know if I was allowed to touch.

She turned to Zoe and said, “Why don’t you two go upstairs and get comfortable? I’ll give you some time to relax a little and then I’ll bring up some more champagne. Alright, darling?”

“Yes, my love.” Zoe smiled, stood, and taking my hand led me up the stairs, telling me how happy she was that this was finally happening.

Oh my god. I think I might faint!

I took a deep breath. I’ve been in their bedroom before. Of course, I’d never been in it whilst a naked, delicious smelling Zoe was taking off my blazer. I started to shiver with anticipation as she stripped me of my shirt. Her nipples were so hard against me, and her skin was cooler than mine. Well, that made sense, she’d been naked longer.

Wait, when did she take my jeans off? Shit, did I put my good underwear on? Get a bloody grip, Jade, you want this!

I felt Zoe’s hands on my hips and slowly, oh so very slowly she eased my underwear down until I was naked in front of her. Zoe led me to the bed and sat me down. She pushed me back on the bed, then ran a lazy trail with her tongue up my body. I gasped as her mouth found my nipple and she gently rolled her tongue round it, teasing it. Zoe then lay on top of me. I felt all of her, her soft skin, her full round breasts, her sweet lips, her warm, wet tongue in my mouth and her hot, wet cunt on my thigh.

I found myself pushing my body up to her, wanting her, aching for her touch. Zoe’s body slid to one side, so she was still on top, pressed against me, but her full weight was no longer on me. Her fingers began to wander their way down my body, gently stroking and teasing me. I held my breath in anticipation as they crept lower and lower. Then her finger was on my clit. I let out a deep moan as she began to circle it in a steady firm rhythm. I thrust my pelvis up to meet her, and my orgasm ripped through me.

I heard the tinkle of the champagne flutes but not Her footsteps as She entered the room. I opened my eyes from the bliss I had been experiencing and gazed at Her magnificent, lean body. She had undressed already — she is so beautiful.

Again, I was struck with all the times I had seen that amazing body in the same state of undress, and yet that time … that time as She approached Her slave, I was underneath her. That time as She reached out Her hand it could just as easily have brushed my tingling skin. It didn’t and I cannot begin to describe the disappointment I felt as She trailed her fingers down Zoe’s spine. Zoe lifted her head from my shoulder, and her eyes and mouth widened in pleasure. Then her body was moving against mine in tiny up and down thrusts, and I realised that Escort Alsancak She was fucking Zoe with her fingers. Zoe’s eyes, filled with greedy lust, were locked with mine.

“Jade?” She was talking to me, but I couldn’t draw my eyes away from Zoe’s quivering, panting, pre-orgasmic face.

“Let’s do this together, shall we?”

“Yes!” Oh my god, yes. What other answer could I give?

Oh god, oh god … filled with trepidation, I released my grip on the sheets with my right hand and slowly slid it, palm up, between my body and Zoe’s. I found her engorged clit with ease and began to slowly circle it with my trembling fingers.

Zoe’s breathing intensified.

“Mistress? Please!”

“Yes, Zoe, you may cum. Cum for me. Cum for Jade.”

Fuck, how she came. I felt her whole body stiffen and then tremble on top of me as she screamed and moaned into my neck. She bucked against both my fingers and Hers. As Zoe ground her pussy onto my fingers it forced the knuckles of my upturned hand onto my own soaking wet sex. When I started to cum, I spread my legs as wide as I could and lifted my knees, making Zoe’s weight settle more solidly on my hand, bringing on my second orgasm of the night, an orgasm so strong I couldn’t silence it, and I came calling out Her name. I moaned loudly, and Zoe answered with her own primal lust.

I felt the wet spot beneath me from the flood of pussy juices. It was Zoe — it was me — it was us! That thought alone made my heart leap and my clit thrum. I could get used to this!

I felt Zoe’s weight shift from on top of me and, opening my eyes, I realised that She was lifting Zoe onto her hands and knees. Looking at Her, I saw she was wearing the very same black strap-on from that fateful day.

Shit!

Pulling Zoe’s head back by her hair, She said, “Does my little slut (my heart leapt again at the use of that word) want to kiss Jade?”

“Yes! Yes, Mistress!”

“Good, because I very much want to see your hungry mouth on Jade’s lovely lips.” With that, She released Zoe’s hair.

Leaning forward and panting heavily, Zoe asked me, “May I kiss you?”

Fuck, yeah! I nodded my head without voicing what was screaming in my head.

As Zoe’s lips found mine, She pushed that hard black strap-on into her sweet wet cunt, and Zoe moaned into my mouth. I imagined that She was taking me; I could almost feel the cold smoothness of that large dildo sliding into me … almost!

That night, with very little sadism, She fucked her beautiful Zoe and, through her, me. She mounted her from behind whilst she was still atop me, and I kissed and caressed every bit of skin that I could reach. I so desperately wanted to touch Her, but I was afraid. Not sure how to. I know that doesn’t really make sense, but Her dominance was so complete, and I was so unsure of the rules. How do I reach out and wilfully touch a dom? Do I need permission? How do I get permission? For the time being, I was content to enjoy Her through Zoe.

Suddenly She pulled Zoe to stand at the edge of the bed, but kept her bending over so that Zoe’s head was level with my dripping, needy pussy.

“Does Jade want my little slut to lick her out?”

Will I ever be able to hear that word again without it making my clit jump to life?

“Oh god yes,” I managed to breathe out.

Chuckling, She pushed so hard into Zoe that her face was forced into my soaking wet sex. I have no adequate words to describe the way her soft face and her tender lips felt when they touched my clit. Zoe’s mouth worked on my pussy, and I felt myself twining my fingers through her hair and raising my pelvis up to meet her face. Holding her head in place I writhed on her tongue like an animal, frantically bucking up to her whilst forcing her head down on my hungry cunt. In what seemed like seconds, like a string of firecrackers, we each exploded. She was still fucking Zoe, who answered with her own orgasm while she moaned loudly into my pussy. It was all too much! The sweet tongue on my clit, the sweat from Her body, the moaning, the gasping, the lingering champagne buzz … my orgasm ripped through me like a steam train. I was loud! Boy, was I loud, and I was loving every second of this amazing new way.

This was ME. This was what I wanted. All I could think as I softly drifted back to earth was, when? When would I feel this amazing again?

I received my answer sometime during the night when Zoe woke me with soft, questioning kisses.

“Mistress wants me to eat her out. Do you want to join me?”

“Yes, yes I would.” In my haste to sit up I almost bumped heads with Zoe.

She and Zoe had swapped places so that She was lying in the middle, and I found myself next to Her beautiful, lean, bronzed body. My need to touch Her was intensified now that I was so close without Zoe between us. I didn’t have to fret over how to do it this time as She took my hand and placed it on Her taut stomach. Beneath Her skin I could feel Her hard stomach muscles, and leaning forward I placed a tentative kiss on Her stomach. When I heard Her slight gasp, I grew bolder and trailed my tongue up Her body, just as Zoe had done to me earlier in the night. Taking Her nipple in my mouth, I gently rolled my tongue round it, feeling it stiffen as I did so. My right hand found Her breast, and I squeezed it slightly, nervously. Then I felt Her strong hand in my hair, tilting my head up to meet Her eyes.

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Although we were taking things slowly overall, we were definitely doing some less-than-slow activities. The kisses were deepening, the fondling was transforming to groping, and the spanking was becoming more frequent and more intense. Amber and I were practically making a “career” of keeping each other perpetually aroused when in each other’s presence. Yet, with the exception of lifting her skirt or dress to spank her, all our activities had purposely been kept outside the clothing in an unspoken agreement.

The clothes only came off in private, so I had yet to see my loving companion naked. That was fine with me, for I could indeed wait, although it did not stop me from imagining what she must look like naked upon her bed masturbating furiously as I raptly listened from the hallway. I did consider buying a tiny camera and hiding it in her bedroom somewhere so that I could clandestinely watch her, but I loved Amber far too much to actually go through with something so secretive.

We had also enjoyed a few more dates in the interim. One was another bowling date, twice we went to see the latest films, and another date was to see a traveling production of Miss Saigon which was so superb that it had us both in tears.

Halloween was rapidly approaching, which meant buying candy and a few decorations for the neighborhood Trick-or-treat Day. I was not planning on wearing a costume, as I never had since moving to the area, but Amber insisted.

“So what do you propose someone my age should wear?” she asked as we washed the dishes together.

“Someone your age!?!” Her laughter was indeed musical. “You’re not that old!”

I shrugged. “I’m not quite Karabağlar Escort over the hill yet, but I’m still older than dirt.”

“Ha! If that’s the case, then perhaps we should wear Adam and Eve costumes.”

It took me a moment to mentally process that. “So we should wear just fig leaves covering the sensitive parts?”

“I wouldn’t mind!”

We shared a grin and I elbowed her arm. “Realistically, what do you propose someone my age should wear?”

Amber thought about that for a few moments as she dried a plate. “How about a stern disciplinarian?”

“Huh?” I definitely had not expected that response.

“You can be the disciplinarian, and I can be the naughty schoolgirl.”

“I see…” I mused aloud. “‘Don’t Stand So Close to Me,’ with a kinky twist.”

“What?”

I smiled. “It’s an old song.” Then added with a wink, “You youngsters wouldn’t understand.”

She elbowed me.

In the side of the ribs.

Hard enough to make me wince.

However, she had planted the seed, and it was quickly taking root.

*****

“I’ve wanted one of these for years!” Amber gushed, twirling for me.

The naughty schoolgirl outfit was indeed naughty. The twirl caused the super-short plaid skirt to flutter up and reveal a simple white cotton panty and the unbuttoned top of her blouse to reveal still more of her cleavage. The amber pigtails, however, were the perfect touch in my opinion, making her truly appear to be the stereotypical naughty schoolgirl.

As for me, I wore a nice suit with the tie of Amber’s school’s mascot, to portray the role of a principal or a teacher. Escort Karabağlar When I returned from my tiny office with a yardstick, that solidified my portrayal as the principal.

“You do realize,” I commented, “that principals rarely ever use corporal punishment anymore.”

“You do realize,” Amber countered, “that naughty schoolgirls need it anyway.”

I kissed her briefly, the cherry-flavored gloss upon her lips tempting me. But, it was almost time for the trick-or-treating to begin.

Our roles were simple. I would stand back, wielding the yardstick in a stern manner with an equally-stern expression on my face, and instruct the naughty schoolgirl to hand out candy to the visitors. For her part, Amber had to act sorry, and if anyone asked, she was to say that giving away the candy was part of her punishment for trying to give a student a sugar overload – not exactly a believable story, but Halloween does allow for at least a little bit of exaggeration.

For three hours, the kids came: princesses and pirates and goblins and vampires and animals and angels and cheerleaders and world leaders and South Park characters and Japanese schoolgirls and even Captain Kangaroo. It was an interesting parade of kids coming to our doorstep.

…and it was particularly interesting seeing the older Amber inside the house this year, giving out candy, instead of having Paul or Francina bringing a younger Amber to my house to ask for candy.

When the trick-or-treating was done, Amber finally closed the door, which must have been a relief to her given the relatively cool afternoon and the amount of skin she had exposed Karabağlar Escort Bayan over the three hours of giving away the candy. However, I simply could not let this opportunity slip by.

“To my office now, young lady,” I commanded in a strict tone, my facial expression stern to match.

To her credit, Amber slipped instantly back into the naughty schoolgirl role. “Yes, Sir,” she said meekly, her eyes downturned.

I followed her to my office and closed the door behind us.

“You gave away virtually all of the candy,” I noted. “That’s good. But that still does not allow you to escape the yardstick.”

“It doesn’t?”

“No, it doesn’t. But it does lessen your sentence.”

“Oh.”

Using the yardstick, I pointed to the desk. “Hands on the front of the desk and bend over.”

Slowly, Amber moved to the desk and assumed the indicated position.

“Ten strikes,” I announced. “But if your hands come off the desk, we start over again. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Using the yardstick, I lifted the back of the super-short skirt, then hesitated to admire the view of her cotton-clad backside. I rubbed the flat of the yardstick against her, teasing her purposefully, making her squirm slightly with nervous anticipation.

The ten strikes all came swiftly, and Amber lurched forward each time with an unrestrained cry. Yet to her credit, she did not lift her hands from the desk, and she did not move too much. But at the end, she crumpled to the floor, her hands covering her aching anatomy, tears streaming down her face.

I set the yardstick on the desk, then knelt before her, taking the crying Amber into my arms, consoling her until her tears ceased a few minutes later and her lips met mine. The kiss was not tentative, and it spoke of a deep, profound bond which few could possibly ever understand.

However, as we ate dinner that night while watching football, Amber admitted to me: “I much prefer the spankings.”

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It was approaching our 6th month anniversary and I wanted to do something special for you. After the 2 years of waiting for me to move and the very few times we had managed to really be together during those 2 years, the last 6 months had been like heaven. I had found in you the love of my life. We had a wonderful and imaginative sex life, but there were several fantasies that we had discussed that we had not been able to explore, maybe I could give you one of them. I knew exactly which one you craved the most and that is the one that I wanted to give to you. I felt myself getting excited as I sat on the couch. I could feel the wetness seeping out of my slick shaved pussy lips. I looked at the clock and saw that I had a couple of hours before the girls would be home from school. I got up and quickly pulled my tee shirt off letting my big titties spill out. I liked them much better since I had gotten them fixed. I ran my hands over them…pinching hard at my nipples feeling the firmness they lacked before and loving the new size of them. It wasn’t a drastic difference going from a C-cup to a D-cup but one that you and I both appreciated. I continued to pinch and pull on my extended nipples making them harder and causing a shooting sensation to run through my body…reaching my already wet pussy. A loud moan escaped my lips.

I pulled my shorts down and walked over to the DVD player and put in a porno. I pulled out our toy chest and took out the 9-inch realistic shaped cock. Lying down on the couch I clicked the TV on and the movie started. It was one of our favorites…as I watched it, I thought about the last time we had watched it and how hot our lovemaking had been. The girl was dressed in a black and red latex halter and thong that was embellished with chains. Her black and red halter bra was laced in the front with chains that looped sensually over her bare mounds of flesh and taut nipples. The latex thongs rode high on her hips and narrowly covered her Venus mound. She had on a pair of black over the elbow latex gloves. Black and red checkerboard print latex thigh high stockings covered her legs. The outfit was completed with the Yazıbaşı Escort red 4-inch spiked ankle boots on her feet and the latex cat mask that covered half her face.

Her partner lay naked on the bed…his legs spread into a wide V and drawn up by chains attached to the cuffs around his ankles. His wrists were pulled above his head and attached to the headboard. His man-meat was visible through the opening hole in his latex thong. He was wearing a latex blindfold.

The movie begins with her walking into the room…the only sound is her heels tapping on the hard surface of the floor. The camera zooms in on his cock and you can see it jerk as he knows that his mistress has finally arrived. She circles the bed several times before she eases herself onto it and lies down beside him. Not saying a word she straddles his chest and leans over him her massive breasts pushed against his face as she licks down each of his bound arms across his shoulders and to his neck. She sits up and asks him if he likes the feel of her wet tongue caressing his bound and useless arms. He answers her in the only way allowed, “Yes, Mistress!” She sits up and runs her fingers over his lips and urges him to open his mouth.

He does and she pushes three of them into his mouth…giving him a one-word command. “Suck”. The audio is great on this video and you can hear him greedily sucking on her latex fingers. She tells him that she has to stretch her bitch’s mouth, because he is going to suck the biggest and fattest cock tonight.

He moans at the mention of this. The camera pans to his hard cock and you can see the pre-cum gathering on the tip.

I am pulling and twisting hard on my nipples with one hand as the other finds a stimulating motion of rubbing my clit. I can feel the steady stream of moisture leaking out of my smooth slit and running and gathering under me.

In the movie the girl is walking over to a table beside the bed and picking up a strap-on harness attached to it is a huge dildo. It looks as if it is at least 11 inches long and 2 or 3 inches thick. The molded plastic balls are huge. Attached Yazıbaşı Escort to the other prongs on the strap-on are a 4-inch butt plug and an 8-inch cock. She slips her latex thong off and puts on the strap-on; stroking it with her hand after she gets it settled on her hips. She walks over to the bed and climbs onto it. As she straddles him again she asks if he is ready to suck her cock. He replies “Yes, Mistress”.

I pick up my own dildo and bring it to my lips and suck it the way I sucked your cock this morning. Running my lips up and down the shaft as I greedily suck it deep into my mouth.

She is straddling his face and telling him to open his mouth and suck her big manly cock. I watch as his lips are stretched wide as he tries to get his lips around the head. She pushes the cock deeper into his mouth as she sees him adjust to the girth of her cock.

Ohhhh! I wish you were here with me. It makes me so hot watching him take most of her big cock into his mouth and watching as she starts moving it in and out of his mouth fucking him as I know the cock in her pussy and ass are fucking her. She moves her hands to her nipples and pulls and pinches on them. She suddenly pulls her cock from his mouth and leans down kissing him passionately on the lips.

“Alright Bitch, are you ready to take my big cock in your male cunt?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he replies.

“Would you like to watch as I plunge my big hard cock in your male cunt?”

“Yes, Mistress, please let me watch?”

She climbs off the bed and takes a chain attached to the ones holding up his legs and pulls it until his legs are folded back over his body, attaching it to a hook on the headboard. She takes the blindfold off and kisses him again telling him to take a good look at what he was about to receive in his male cunt. The camera pans to his cock and pre-cum is oozing out of his cock and running down the shaft. She climbs onto the bed behind him and leans down and pulls his ass cheeks apart…licking her tongue up and down his crack and stopping at his puckered hole. I plunge my dildo in my pussy as Escort Yazıbaşı I think of doing that to you. She plunges her tongue deep into his ass and he moans loudly…lifting his body off the bed. She reaches forward and places a latex glove around his cock, stroking up and down his shaft, spreading his pre-cum leaving a glistening shine on his hard cock.

I can feel the moisture building as I fuck myself with my hard dildo…wishing it were you plunging in and out of me. She takes lube and pours it generously onto his ass and then shoots some into his asshole…taking her gloved fingers and working it deep into his ass. She does this a couple of times and puts a couple of fingers in him and fucking him with them. She pours some over her hard cock and strokes up and down the shaft making sure it is well lubricated.

I can feel my orgasm getting closer. The thought of her fucking his ass with that big cock makes me so hot. I watch as she moves closer and pushes the head against his tight rosebud. My eyes are glued to the scene before me, as she pushes and his tight hole opens up, stretching around the head of the big cock. She keeps pushing steadily until she has half of the cock in him. He is moaning loudly and I have already come to one mind blasting orgasm. She starts rocking back and forth plunging deeper and deeper into his male cunt, constantly calling him her bitch and asking him if her fucking his cunt is going to make his big hard clit cum. Finally she is all the way inside him and he is fucking her back as best he can…since the chains have his movement restricted. She takes his cock in her hand and starts pumping it…as I pump my hard cock deep in my wet cunt. Ohhhhh yessssss! I can feel that I’m getting ready to explode. She fucks him harder and then they are both cumming, his cum shooting in a wide arch hitting him in the face then each spurt landing in shorter distances on his chest until finally it is dripping down her black latex covered hand.

I am soaked with sweat and my hand is sticky with my juices. I lay there for a few minutes trying to bring my breathing back to normal. I look at the clock and decide that I had better hurry and get cleaned up, before the girls came home from school. What started out as a search for the perfect present for our 6th month anniversary has turned into a mind-blowing orgasm…but now I know what I am going to do for you on that special day.

To be continued…

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LaVonne Eubanks was feeling a little low that morning, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get into her job. She constantly had to remind herself to get back to work! Even while taking phone calls, her mind would wander and she had to ask several clients to repeat what they had just said because she wasn’t paying any attention! At 11:15 her phone rang and it was her best friend Nila calling to see if they could have lunch together. “Sure Nila,” LaVonne replied, “why not, I’ll meet you by the elevators in five minutes.” When they hit the lobby Nila asked where LaVonne wanted to go for lunch. LaVonne thought about it for a second and replied, “Ya know Nila, I’m feeling a little blue this morning, so what I’d really like to do is go for a quick shave if that’s all right with you!?!”

Nila laughed and answered quickly, “Fine by me, let’s go!”

The two women entered the salon and went directly to the hostess who was busy taking reservations. “Do you think you could get two of us in for quick shaves,” asked LaVonne hopefully?

“Do you have a reservation,” asked the hostess?

“No,” LaVonne shot back quickly, “we hoped you could slip us in, it’s really important!”

“Let me see,” said the hostess, while glancing over her reservation book, “okay girls, follow me, I think we can squeeze you in!” When they got to the shaving room, the hostess called out to two barbers, “Jane, Erica, can you take care of these two right now, they really need it bad!?!”

Jane nodded yes, and motioned both LaVonne and Nila into Tire Escort Bayan the two reclining barbers chairs. Both women quickly seated themselves, leaned back, and then waited for the two barbers to begin. “Okay, hon” said Jane, “lift your butt!” LaVonne lifted her ass off the chair and Jane reached under her dress and tugged off her panty hose and panties in one quick motion while she looked over at Nila, who also was having her under things removed by Erica! Both women then hiked their skirts up around their waists exposing their vaginas to watchful eyes of the two barbers, Jane and Erica. Around the room, other women were going through the same process, so that they also could get ready to have their pussies shaved!

“Okay, LaVonne,” said Jane, “I’m going to lather you up and let it sit for a few minutes to soften up your bush, would you like me to finger you while we’re waiting!?!”

“Oh please,” LaVonne begged, “I need it so bad, finger me hard!” Jane laughed and proceeded to lather up the hairy cunt, taking great pains to rub the palm of her hand all over the bulging mound of the middle aged woman.

“There, that should do it,” announced Jane, “now let’s finger that pussy!” LaVonne sighed when Jane let her index finger poke its way into her now very wet vagina while Jane commented in a little girl’s voice, “Is that what baby wanted?!”

“Oh god,” that feels so good, I think I’m going to cum already,” moaned LaVonne!”

“Go ahead, baby,” Jane cooed softly, “cum for mama, make a nice Tire Escort orgasm for her!” Hearing the young woman talking so babyishly, LaVonne felt her vagina convulse several times, and a very hard climax raced through her needy twat!

“Sweet Jesus that felt good,” LaVonne panted, “did I ever need that!”

“Glad you liked it,” replied Jane, “I think we can give you that shave now. Your hair seems to have softened up quite a bit.” Out of nowhere Jane produced a triple track razor and began to expertly shave off all of LaVonne’s thick pubic hair. The razor was cold against her sensitive skin, but felt incredible. LaVonne started to get that familiar tingling in the pit of her stomach; that of an impending orgasm that was building like a tsunami after an earthquake!

When Jane got down to the final strokes, LaVonne was in a state of almost sexual hysteria as the cool air on her now bare vagina, coupled with the constant manipulation by Jane on the folds of her pussy, was causing LaVonne’s cunt to quiver and shake on the edge of a massive orgasm! LaVonne looked over to see how Nila was coming along, and what she saw drove her even closer to the orgasmic edge! Erica, Nila’s barber, was busy tonguing her now bare pussy, wringing out every ounce of sexual energy that was stored up in the head of her hard little clit!

Jane carefully wiped the excess soap from LaVonne’s pussy and then asked, “Dear, would you like me to tongue you today!?!” Almost unable to speak, LaVonne croaked an affirmative, and immediately Escort Tire Jane’s mouth was attached to LaVonne’s gaping cunt! Nila and LaVonne were very close to cumming, and they reached out a hand and gripped each other tightly as their cunts exploded in unison while the two barbers tongued them relentlessly!

Both women stuffed their panties and panty hose into their purses and headed back to the office, their bare cunts feeling free and wild after the shave and oral worship from Jane and Erica. Riding up the elevator alone, LaVonne lifted her skirt and showed Nila just how puffy and full her lips had become! Not to be out done, Nila did likewise, exposing her own mound, and even dropping her hand to her crotch and giving her pussy a quick fingering!

“Look at my pussy, LaVonne,” moaned Nila, “I can’t help it, I’m gonna cum again!” Seconds later, her friend, now leaning up against the elevator wall for support, shook all over while her body was being ravaged by another climax!

LaVonne quickly hit the stop button on the elevator, and while still exposing herself to her friend begged, “Please Nila, eat me!” Nila didn’t need another invitation, and quickly dropped to her knees and began tonguing her friend’s wet pussy! LaVonne was certainly right about one thing, she had extremely puffy cunt lips, and Nila savored the thickness and texture of her friend’s labia! It was LaVonne’s clit, however, that was driving this bus, and Nila wasted no time in boring in on her little stiff target! In a flash, LaVonne’s cunt spasmed out of control and flooded Nila’s mouth with a torrent of orgasmic juice! Both women, now totally spent, struggled to regain their lost composure!

Back at her desk LaVonne was still finding it hard to concentrate on her work, but at least it wasn’t as the result of sexual tension!

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My dreams and thoughts the past several days have all shifted to the sexual. In my twenties, it seemed to be all I fixated on, all that I could think about. It didn’t matter where I started out, it was always back to sex. As I grew older, my fascination and obsession continued, albeit in a different sort of manner.

And now in my forties, I have the benefit of hindsight to avoid making as many foolish decisions based on a lack of experience. I still contemplate sex all the time and wonder now if that singular focus ever truly subsides throughout the course of life. It’s always there, but it shape-shifts. It changes forms, like a conjuring magician, but the desire and drive are never gone for long.

Sometimes I dream of my musical partner. Those are the dreams of the erotic, but also of the bizarre. Before I fell out with my ex-wife, I seriously considered moving in with another woman. Our lovemaking was like nothing I’ve never experienced before with anyone else. She squeezed me as tightly and (a little painfully, I’ll admit) as she could across my back, as though by force of will alone she could guide my cock inside her at the precise spot she needed to climax.

Oral sex, my tongue against her drooping pussy lips was ineffective, even though I prided myself on being good at it instinctively with other women. I was told with a smile to go gentle on her slightly sagging breasts, which even with mild treatment didn’t produce much in the way of pleasure for her.

So it would have to be fucking. Like I said, I’m not used to being squeezed so tightly and with such physical exertion. It was like she became a feral animal for thirty minutes. The conclusion was always the same. The moment she reached orgasm and I reached orgasm, her eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a strange sounding sigh. Afterwards, she leapt up from the bed and headed immediately for the toilet. Proving what a strange character she was, she always let out a hearty giggle when my semen fell out of her vagina into the basin. It’s what we call gravity.

I knew we’d never have a successful romantic relationship because I have never had much appreciation or patience for fourth-grade immature humor, but apparently, she did. That day, we’d had lunch–hot dogs I’d found in the refrigerator, which we both ate. She couldn’t help herself but make sexual hot dog puns for days afterwards. But she was not in denial of her eccentricities.

“I’m an odd duck.” And she indeed was.

She would not tell me her real name. Nor would she tell me her real age, which I estimated was somewhere in her fifties. She always took along a small glass jar full of lube, which was needed because she wasn’t naturally the wettest. And when I thrust into her, I could tell the difference between how it felt inside her and a younger woman. It wasn’t unpleasant or unpleasurable, but the friction inside Yeşilyurt Escort the vagina was more palpable. It squeezed me back. I kind of liked it. It was different.

As she stripped off her clothes, her whole behavior changed. She swung her whole body a sensual quarter turn that was all long hair and shoulders, intended my direction. Most of the time she didn’t smile, so this was rare for her. Rare and appreciated.

This was new for her. She’d called around to all her girlfriends to see if sleeping with me would keep me around as her musical cohort. She desperately wanted a man to play alongside her huge, cumbersome double bass. She’d had no luck with women musicians. Men only. But what she never recognized is that she was so smothering and bossy that she drove one male musician off after another. That was a lesson I was soon to learn.

At the time, I was in my mid-thirties and in the middle of a decade-long marriage that had long lost its zest. My wife and I were going through the motions, so I began to explore the age-old concept of adultery. I can understand why it’s a sin. I’ll probably go to hell for saying this, but cheating is fun. All the secrecy, all the extra steps one has to take, the pleasure of sneaking around and the risk-taking that goes along with it is fantastic.

The problem (how typical) is that my odd little duck was starting to fall for me. She was in the middle of her own unhappy marriage, betrothed to a super nice guy who had a neurological condition that had forced him to retire early. For reasons never articulated to me, she no longer loved him. She cared for him, but I bet they had sex about as often as I did with my own wife, which is to say, not very much.

She assured me that he’d never believe that she’d been fucking another man, much less one so much younger than her. And I had no reason to believe otherwise. She never lied to me. But she was beginning to wear on me. I worked from home and had my own assignments to complete, but she always wanted to come over every day to my apartment to practice and then copulate, in that order. I never asked what she did for a living.

I began to see how tenaciously she was clinging to me. The metaphor inherent in our sex life was an apt one. She was heavily persistent and often invited herself over when I was in the middle of something. But I was getting something out of it, so I never complained too much.

She was actually a decent musician and filled out my original songs well. And she was my secret lover, who happened to fulfill a particularly strong fetish of mine. I like women who are older than me and she checked that box for sure.

The setup was perfect. My wife worked long hours and traveled all the time. This meant my nameless lover could practice, fuck, and then practice again for several hours a day.

Alas, Yeşilyurt Escort Bayan the fly in the ointment. My lover was highly jealous. She began to purchase little things for me that were to be used for me alone, not my wife. The most notable example was when she found an inexpensive, but highly functional kitchen table that was, I was commanded, was strictly for my use, not my wife’s.

Uh oh. I hadn’t bargained for this. This was just sex, wasn’t it? No, apparently not, from her perspective. And then she brought over a handmade German chocolate cake for my birthday, with the admonishment that it was to be consumed only by me. My wife happened to be home at the time, but by that point in our relationship, she was only mildly interested in the origin of this table and made a weak compliment. After that, I hid my lover in plain sight, the oldest trick in the book, I know, but no one gives you a guidebook to know how to navigate an affair.

We’d gotten good as a musical duo; I have to say. If it hadn’t been for the age difference, I think other musicians at gigs might have thought we were sleeping together. But that seemed too implausible, even for an odd duck like her, right?

My lover called me around 10 am about a week later, when I was plotting out the day’s work schedule.

“I have a plan. I want you all to myself. My husband isn’t going to last much longer. I’ll move you in to my house, provided you’ll be his caretaker and you’re good to my daughter. When he dies, you can move in and then you can support me in my old age.”

I recognize that I’ve neglected to note that she had a teenage daughter, a girl who I had never met and barely knew existed. Her mother was one of the most secretive people I had ever met in my entire life. She hid so much of her life from the rest of the world. She’d even had her house divided equally in half, the practice space in one part, the living quarters in another. I was not allowed in the living quarters.

She spoke. “My husband wanted sex last night, but I couldn’t do it. I broke into tears.”

“He didn’t know what was up with me, but he wasn’t mean about it. Mostly he was concerned.”

Now she didn’t think she could sleep with two men simultaneously, much less keep up the pretext of a relationship with both. I’d been making myself fuck my wife at least to keep up appearances, but it wasn’t very good.

I realized at that moment that I had a decision to make, too. I had been contemplating divorcing my wife for a while and knew she probably would have no objections. We weren’t mad at each other. Maybe we were disappointed at the situation, but none of us were furious. Sometimes these things don’t work out.

My only serious reservation was what my family would think. Thank God we’d never had, nor wanted children. My sisters liked my wife and my Escort Yeşilyurt wife’s family, but even they had recognized that we had long since become like the proverbial two ships passing in the night. Each promotion had meant longer and longer periods of travel, and that much distance was killing me. I don’t do well alone and never have.

At least if I took my lover up with this unorthodox, but oddly logical plan, I’d have someone who would always be around. The issue I had is whether she’d start to smother me even more. I like being wanted, sure, but would the end result of this pairing conclude the same way? I mean, obviously, I doubted we’d ever get married. I’d just be another cog in her secretive ways, if I chose this scheme for myself.

Adultery is selfish. Relationships can’t be, or they implode. I rationalized it to myself. My family would just have to get used to it. My sisters probably wouldn’t talk to me for six months and my father, he of no tact, would call me out immediately and ask me why I’d want such an ugly old woman. My lover was not ugly, but she certainly showed her age. Still, maybe I’d learn to love her with time.

And there was a certain relief in keeping my fetish intact. Our sex life had not ceased. I only wished I could make her cum in some way other than missionary, missionary, missionary. Still, I’d never really mastered doggy style because I’m a large man with a big frame and proportions don’t always work out.

I remember the first time I tried it. The woman I was sleeping with dropped to her knees, reached behind her, placed me inside her, but the sensation was odd and not comfortable. It lasted all of three seconds. Maybe I just needed teaching.

My latest fantasy was experimenting with my lover in different positions. I had no way of knowing whether or not she’d be receptive to the idea. My soon-to-be ex-wife was not particularly versed in sexual matters, but I will give her credit for one thing. She gave one hell of a blow job. If only oral sex was enough to keep marriages fully functional.

Over breakfast at the table my lover had gotten me, I asked my wife for a divorce the next day and was shocked at how nonchalant she was about it. “Fine,” she said. “No use delaying the inevitable. My heart hasn’t been in this relationship for a long time.”

“And I’m fucking my assistant anyway.” She stared at me the way people do at notable works of art, as if she was trying to make sense of my reaction.

I stared back, silent.

She’d had as much time to stray as I had. Was this really that surprising? I felt relieved, honestly.

Still, I think the normal response in this situation would have been at least a twinge of jealousy, but I felt nothing.

“Good. I hope he makes you happy.”

More staring. “Well, you should probably know that I’m pregnant with his baby. And he’s black.”

“Best of luck with that,” I said. “She’s not.”

I excused myself. I needed to tell my lover about the good news. I had a feeling that victory sex was about to occur, and I have to admit I was looking forward to it.

“I’m coming over,” I said, the minute she picked up. “Don’t forget the lube.”

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Author’s Note: Everybody in this work of fiction is at least 18 years old.

*****

Early one Saturday morning, twenty year old Stephanie Gordon awoke in her dormitory room at the university with her body suffused with a deliciously wicked feeling of horniness. The pretty brunette would have the room to herself until the following morning because her roommate was cavorting in a hotel with her steady boyfriend and wouldn’t be back until then. Such distractions were not available to Stephanie because so much was expected of her by her family that she had to be strictly a grind. That, especially, meant she was not allowed to indulge herself with boyfriends so she had to get by with what was available to her.

She had slept in her pajamas but, thinking of what she was going to be doing that morning, she took them off and was bare naked when she went to the bathroom. After she had relieved herself and attended to some other physical needs, Stephanie went to the panty drawer in her dresser and took out what she had named The Silver Bullet. It was a vibrator, big enough to take care of her needs but not too thick to fit her snugly, with a narrow tip and a tapered barrel. The outside of the toy was shiny aluminum, which was how it had gotten its name. Holding it affectionately in her hand, she returned to her bed and turned the top sheet and other coverings all the way down. The final touch was placing a bath towel where she would be lying. With the bed prepared, the horny young student lay down with her head nestled in her pillow.

Stephanie kissed the toy for what she expected it to do for her and turned it on to a high setting, smiling at its low, steady hum. She had learned, while still in high school, an artificial cock such as the one in her hand was vastly more reliable and less demanding than any boy or a man could ever be. Holding a breast in one hand and her the vibrator in the other, she placed the tip of The Silver Bullet against the nipple and areola, smiling at the erotic sensation she began to feel almost Yenişehir Escort immediately.

“Mmmmm,” she murmured and moved the end of the battery-operated giver of pleasure to her other breast.

For a few minutes, Stephanie alternated the vibrator between her nipples until she was sufficiently aroused for her pussy to start lubricating. She dipped the end of the toy into the flow and applied it to her inner labia, which had begun to swell, and felt stronger waves of pleasure rippling through her from that very sensitive place. Once again, she switched The Silver Bullet from one side to the other, occasionally dipping it into her stream of juices, until she could feel her orgasm steadily mounting within her body.

It was time for her clit to be pleasured as her breasts had been and Stephanie applied her vibrator to the protective hood of that swollen morsel. Eventually her clit would push its way clear of the folds of her inner lips and, when that happened, she would start stroking it between her fingers while the trusty Silver Bullet was fucking her. She was already squirming on the bed and was breathing rapidly but there was still a long way to go and much more pleasure to give herself before she would reach the orgasm she craved.

Her pussy lips were not being ignored because the horny brunette’s fingers were caressing them, still using her abundant juices as a lubricant. As with the rest of her body, she made sure either side of her clit hood and both her inner lips got their share of the caresses, transferring the toy between her hands to give herself the best angles she could. She could almost feel her clit and lips growing more engorged under her ministrations and Stephanie smiled at the erotic sensation. It was fun but she knew what still lay ahead would be much better and that coming would be the best part of all.

That time finally arrived. Stephanie decided she was wet enough and her clit was engorged enough for her to go on to the main event. She turned the Yenişehir Escort Bayan toy to a low speed, gripped it in her right hand and used her left to carefully squeeze her clit between two folds of its protective hood. The eager young woman began stroking the swollen organ with her hand while she dipped the tip of The Silver Bullet in the copious flow from her pussy and carefully placed the end against the entrance of the pink hole it would momentarily be cramming. With a firm push, the tip slipped into her tight pussy. At the first penetration, Stephanie drew her breath in sharply between her teeth and waited a few seconds before continuing the insertion.

Pleasure reverberated through her body from the path of the toy as it burrowed into Stephanie’s pussy and from where her clit was being fondled. She moaned softly as she writhed blissfully on the bed and her head tossed from side to side on her pillow. Both her eyes were closed and her lips were parted in a grimace of bliss as The Silver Bullet caressed her sweet spots and her fingers massaged the sweetest of all.

When most of the barrel of the toy had been enveloped, Stephanie paused and increased the setting. The stronger vibration sent bigger and better waves of joy through her body and she moaned again, louder this time. “Oh, that feels so good,” she murmured to nobody but herself.

But it felt much better when Stephanie started pushing the barrel more deeply into herself. The Silver Bullet was stimulating all the sweet spots inside her pussy, sending intense pleasure throbbing throughout her physique. She didn’t stop until the toy was at maximum penetration, with the control knob even with the entrance at her pussy. The sensations swirling from its presence were at their most delightful and her slender form was thrashing about on the bed. It was wonderful but she knew the best part was still ahead.

After turning the speed of the vibrator up to one notch less than its maximum, Stephanie started slowly withdrawing Escort Yenişehir the toy from her pussy. While her left hand continued to provide excruciating pleasure to her clit, The Silver Bullet was doing the same for the inside of her love channel, and it felt even better when she stopped and thrust it back in again. Over and over, she drove the sleek aluminum barrel into her needy pussy and pulled it out again until she was on the verge of what she knew would be a tremendous climax.

Except for what she was doing with her hands, she had no control over her muscles. Stephanie’s head and body were wildly rocking from side to side and her pussy was thrusting back to meet the strokes of her vibrator. Both heels were drumming against the bed and she was sobbing and whimpering from the intense pleasure while she continued fucking herself and stroking her clit.

Abruptly, her climax began to overwhelm her. Stephanie was able only to turn the vibrator to its highest speed and ram it all the way into her pussy before she lost control of the rest of her facilities and became no more than a mass of exquisite joy. She bounced and tossed and pitched all over the bed, coming close to falling off. Her hand kept the toy in place as it continued sending delight through her until the orgasm completely inundated her. She cried aloud, incoherently but ecstatically; her back arched and she rammed her pussy against The Silver Bullet for an ultimate time.

After that momentous orgasm, Stephanie lay sprawled out on her bed, arms at her sides and legs spread. She reached down and removed the toy from where it had done such a great job and, after that, waited for her heartbeat and her breathing to return to normal. It had been a good start to the morning and she felt relaxed but there were still some lingering feelings of horniness. They didn’t bother her because she still had the rest of the day to attend to that condition. When she was ready, Stephanie walked over to the dresser to get her panties and to the closet to get her jeans and sweater and back to the bed to put her clothing on. She would go out to The Student Union for breakfast and, when she returned, spend more time with The Silver Bullet. Another session with him like the first one and the determined young woman would be able to concentrate on her studies the way she needed to do.

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I found quite early in my experience—and, eventually, career—that being able to bareback in sex with a man was a means to please him to the extent that he would commit to me—financially and with favor, if not romantically. I found that it took me to higher levels of satisfaction too. So, after initially letting myself be taken that way out of naivete, I researched the issue and found a means to combine drugs and checkups to be able to offer myself that way, if I chose to do it with a particular man. It has served me well through the years and has given me my own niche.

* * * *

The glass top of the patio table in the lanai between the glass sliding doors into the house and the pool was cold on my bare butt, but that was hardly noticeable in contrast to the hard cock that was deep up inside my ass, willing me to open to it fully. Arthur Ritchey was standing between my spread thighs, his silk robe open and hanging loose at his sides as he embraced me, his arms wrapped around my torso, the fingers of his right hand buried in the hair at the back of my head, grasping the curls of my hair, arching my head back so that I was staring up at the blue wavy effect of the light reflecting off the swimming pool in the ceiling of the lanai. His left hand was palming my buttocks, holding me close into him there, and his index finger was inside me, giving added thickness to his cock.

He had his lips buried in the hollow of my throat and he was making little huffing sounds. I was filled and stretched and moaning, every nerve ending in my body focused on the hard shaft and finger inside me, working their magic. And it was magic to me. I loved having a man lost to me, needing me so badly he had to be inside me, wanting me so badly they couldn’t control themselves.

I had anticipated that this interview would come to this. I’d known when he met me at the door just wearing the silk robe and holding an open champagne bottle that there would be this last hurdle after weeks of interviewing and inspections of his various projects.

The index finger running down into my crack provided pressure and guidance, wanting me as close into his groin as possible for the greatest possible penetration. I rolled my pelvis up, giving the shaft even deeper penetration, moving my heels to the tops of his buttocks on each side, over the silk of his robe. He was taking me expertly, and I felt myself relax, going with him, opening up entirely to shaft. We got the rocking motion in synch, moving together in the fuck.

“Yes, yes, now,” I murmured, giving the final acquiescence. He was already deep inside me, throbbing, waiting for me to open fully to him. I had done so. “Give it to me,” I moaned “Release your seed. Breed me.”

His lips came up to capture mine. He was in great shape for a man of fifty—trim, hard-bodied, muscular. Handsome as the devil and commanding as a man in his business—the business I aspired to—almost had to be. Holding me firmly in his embrace, he continued moving inside me, pulling back, gliding forward, pulling back, sliding forward, pulling back, thrusting forward. I opened even more, the muscles of my passage wall shimmering, clutching at the cock, searching for and perfectly melding with the rhythm of the fuck. “Yes, yes, yes,” I murmured.

Time was suspended. There was no passage of time, just the rhythm of the fuck.

Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. Faster, harder, deeper.

I pulled away from the kiss, arching backward.

“Do it! Do it now!”

He retained me in the embrace, but let me arch back, his lips moving down my throat to, one after the other, my nipples. Licking, sucking, nipping. And his rock-hard cock thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. I was panting and groaning. “Yes, yes, yes. Like that. Fuck me. Fuck me. FUCK ME! Give it to me!” My right hand went between us, grasping my cock and stroking. “Now. Now!”

Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. “Oh, Shit. Oh, fuck. I’m going to come!” And then I did, up between our bellies.

“You. You too!”

Arthur continued to thrust and thrust and thrust. He wasn’t unusually thick, but he was long. And he was surprisingly hard and vigorous for a man his age. I had thought from early on that this was what he would want—and Matthew had warned me this probably would be required of me—but I had no idea that he would be this virile. That he could be this hard, that he would reach into me this deep, keep it up this long. He was fucking me in my soft, spongy core. His breathing became labored and ragged. I knew he was close.

“Yes. Now!” he exclaimed, pulled out of me, and jerked the condom off his cock. He let me slowly fall back onto the surface of the patio table, although he continued to cradle me with one arm. His other hand glided down my torso, squeezed my spent cock and my balls, and grasped his cock for the final stroking. I palmed his heaving pecs as he crouched over me, vigorously stroking his cock.

With a cry, he tensed and jerked, muttered, “I’m coming,” and arced cum on my flat belly, the Gürçeşme Escort cream merging with what I had already deposited there. “Yes, yes, give it to me,” I cried out, as he managed a secondary ejaculation. Spent, he came down on top of me, capturing my lips with his again.

The last hurdle. If I didn’t have a job with Ritchey Consultants of Washington, D.C., now, it was unlikely I’d ever have one. But there was one other level to go to to assure his commitment to me.

Catching his breath after coming out of that kiss, he murmured, “That was nice. Matthew’s right, you’re a sweet lay.”

“You know you can come in me . . . bareback me,” I said. “They make drugs for that now. I take them.”

“Were you disappointed?”

“Never. There are higher levels than perfection, though. I want you to bareback me next time. I want to have that experience with you—to give myself to you totally.”

He smiled at me. “Can you stay the night?”

“Whatever you want,” I responded, “You’re the boss,” hoping that that was going to be the case and wondering if he would be able to get it up again that night.

I needn’t have wondered if he would be able to fuck me again that night in his bed—or that he would bareback me. And when he had barebacked me and we both lay there, next to each other, each of us savoring his release deep inside me, I knew I had him.

* * * *

Matthew Grant was the one who started focusing me in finding my niche in the world. Until I met up with him, I was hurling through space at a purposely double step but had little idea where I was headed. I knew I wanted to get wherever I was going quickly; I just didn’t have a vision of where that was exactly. I cut through my high school years at high speed, finishing at sixteen, with honors and with credits against a year into college as well. I had no trouble with studies. A month shy of nineteen I was nearly finished with college at Old Dominion University in Norfolk, Virginia, still without knowing what I wanted to do other than I liked working with management issues in companies, And I’d had some pleasant work as a male model of sports clothes and liked the loose and sassy world of men’s fashions, where many I had worked with were unapologetically gay. I admired that even though I wasn’t ready at the time to openly declare. Not declaring didn’t mean I hadn’t been laid on occasion. My mind was more on making it in the business world than being made in the commercial modeling world, though. I’d worked on some hypothetical cases in a business class at ODU and had enjoyed it.

I also was rushing ahead on sexual maturity. Norfolk is a major naval port for the U.S. Navy. Not more than a month after my eighteenth birthday, I met a guy in the Old Dominion library who turned out to be a Navy sailor. I hadn’t known it, but I sat at a table that was a pickup spot. I was interested in guys and the sailor was squared away and talked a good line, but I had no idea where that was leading until I’d agreed to go to a nearby club with him, called The Wave, let myself get drunk, and was fucked up against a wall in dimly lit corridor at the rear of what turned out to be a gay club.

It was the first time I’d been fucked anally. Luckily, the sailor wasn’t built large, so I wasn’t turned off by first-time significant pain. It was more a feeling of filling and mutual-need possessing, and fusion of two hot bodies. Most notable was that he took me raw, and it never was quite as good after that if I didn’t take the risk to bareback. I rarely took the risk after that first night of multiple couplings, though, unless I wanted a commitment of some sort from the other man. It just was so much more satisfying when I did.

I never saw that sailor again, but later that night I was offered money by another sailor and was fucked in a nearby fleabag of a hotel again that night. He was a bit longer and thicker, while not producing pain that outstripped the pleasure and novelty of the experience. I was experiencing a favorable progression into the world of a bottom. He barebacked me too. I didn’t know any better that first day.

I had more slipped into water than leaping into the fire in initiation, being fucked by two different men in my initial anal outing. The initial encounter with the sailor I met in the library, who wasn’t much older than I was, had been a hurried, fully dressed fumble in the dark. The sailor who took me to a hotel later that night was older, more experienced, and demanded value for his money. Little did he know how inexperienced I was. He was intent on taking his pleasure, though, and gave me little thought.

That night I received and gave my first blow jobs. I got naked with another man and experienced a man’s hands and lips on me everywhere for the first time, and I learned both what a close-hold fast and furious doggie-style fuck was and that I could have my legs spread wide and high while on my back in a missionary position, and both give and take pleasure in watching my Escort Gürçeşme partner’s facial reactions as he fucked me slow and deep. I saw that the expression on his face was one of almost a spiritual experience when he ejaculated deep inside me.

One night and the cum of three men inside me. Quite a beginning. I was to wise to the science of it only later, but it had been established that men had a deeper connection with me when I allowed them to bareback me.

After that I started developing an appreciation for older men—at least ten years older than I was. The first fuck with a guy near my age had been awkward and fumbling. The older sailor worked my body, taking and giving pleasure with expertise. He took his time, worshipping and caressing my body that night until I was begging him for it. His ejaculation deep inside rolled on and on. Then, in contrast, he woke me up the next morning by rolling over on top of me and fucking the hell out of me. He put me on my knees and mounted me from behind and above like we were going to the races. While he fucked me, he slapped my buttocks with one hand and grasped the curls on my head with the other and arched me painfully back toward his chest. I should have hated that, but I didn’t. I would have paid him—if I’d had the money—for giving me the release and the training. Instead, I left the hotel room the next morning with $150 in my pocket I didn’t have before and a line on a way to ease my way to college graduation financially. So what if I was walking a little funny and painfully. I knew that would change, with more experience. And it did.

I didn’t know at the time that my first two were not hung studs. I was going to learn that there were such men, but not before I’d gained some experience of my own.

I didn’t mind the fucking, and, in fact, found it more exhilarating than I had thought it would be, and it released me of confusion and pressure that had been building up in me. And I had fallen into a much-needed revenue stream. I was at ODU on scholarship, but I didn’t have nearly enough support money coming in. I found that doing the rounds of the gay clubs that Navy sailors, temporarily in port, frequented allowed me to earn a couple of extra hundred bucks during the weekend and helped hone my sexual skills as well. Luckily, I had good genes—I was trim and lightly muscled without putting any effort into it, and both of my parents, now both gone in an automobile accident, had been lookers and had passed on to me a good mix of youthful features and a mop of curly auburn hair, with golden highlights, and pale hazel eyes and a half-decent “ah, gosh” smile.

It didn’t take me long to know what rubbers were for and why I’d want them used. It never was quite the same with them, though, and I found a way not to need them if I wanted more from a guy than just a casual tumble in the hay.

* * * *

When I first laid eyes on Matthew Grant, it was through a dirty picture window of a room at the Ocean Shore Motel in Virginia Beach, one of those beachfront motels from the fifties that had not yet been knocked down for a snazzy high-rise condominium. Stinger and Buddy, at least that’s the names the sailors had given me at The Garage bar that afternoon, had failed to close the curtains over the window, and Matt had been walking by and stood, transfixed for a brief moment, looking into the room and at me being fucked by two sailors, before moving on.

I was on the bed on my back. Buddy was below me, between my thighs, holding my legs raised and spread with his fists, his pelvis moving back and forth as he fucked me in the ass. Stinger was knelt on the bed, his cock in my mouth, getting it engorged for his turn with my ass. He was at such an angle that I had a view of the uncovered motel room window even with a cock in my throat. The meeting of the eyes between me and Matt was very brief, but it was enough for us both to remember it and for there to be no need for Matt to discover what I was and what I would do when we met later that afternoon.

The Navy guys were gone when I next encountered Matt. They’d checked out of the motel, and I was pausing at an open-walled café facing the beach, catching lunch and a Coke on an early Sunday afternoon before finding a bus back to the Old Dominion campus. I had my backpack on the ground beside me. I always carried the toiletry necessities, including lube and condoms now, and a change of underwear and T-shirt with me in case I got an overnighter like the previous night. Both of the sailors were muscle hunks and had given me quite a workout for the money.

“Do you mind if I join you?”

I looked up to see that it was the man—an older man, a bit pudgy, but not bad looking, and dressed pretty expensively—who had been startled seeing me on the bed through the motel room window with the two sailors.

“Yes, sure,” I said, looking around to make sure that there were other tables available, which there were. “I mean, no, I don’t mind,” I clarified. That there Gürçeşme Escort Bayan were other tables available told me what this probably was about. I had studying to do today. Final exams of my final year were just around the corner. But money in was money satisfying a need. He was a little heavy and had to be beyond forty-five, but he looked clean and had a good smile.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asked.

“Sure. Another Coke, I guess.”

“Wouldn’t you rather have a beer?”

“Sure, I would. But I’m not old enough. I’m nearly nineteen, but not old enough to be buying beer.” I wanted to establish what I was legal for and what I wasn’t.

“You wouldn’t be buying the beer. I would be, and there’s no one to say I wouldn’t want two for myself.”

I said nothing, so he ordered two. When they came, he nudged one over to me. I’m sure the waiter saw, but no one said anything, so I took a swig out of the bottle and then another one. I’m sure the waiter had a good idea what was going down here, and underage drinking was a mild aspect of it. Not any of the waiter’s business, though.

There hadn’t been any trouble with the beer the previous night. Sailors drank like fish, and for some reason they all seemed to think that the rent-boys they took up with had to be drunk to take them. I didn’t get drunk, but I didn’t mind being high when a sailor was fucking me. Sailors tended to fuck rough. I’d been slapped around a bit; it always was easier to take half looped. Sailors always seemed to think they had to beat their prey into submission.

“That’s good, thanks,” I said, giving him a smile.

“There’s more where that came from,” he said.

“You trying to get me drunk?” I asked.

“Could be. Would you mind?”

“No, probably not, but I usually like to be aware of what’s happening if I am enjoying it.”

He laughed. “So, I don’t look that much like a toad and hard to take sober?”

“No, certainly not. But I do have to study for exams today,” I added.

“Exams? You finishing up high school?”

“No, college. I go to Old Dominion, over in Norfolk. I graduate this year.”

“Graduating college at eighteen? Impressive,” he said.

“I will have turned nineteen when I graduate. But I guess you could say I’m in a hurry. But maybe in a hurry to go nowhere. I’m not sure what I want to do.”

“Besides going with men?” he said, giving me a smile—establishing that he’d seen me with the sailors.

“Yes, besides going with men,” I answered, giving him a level look. “I do what I have to do to pay for school.”

“But you hate doing it?”

“No, I don’t hate doing it,” I answered. This was all part of establishing the playing field. I’d been through feeling each other out and negotiating before. “I like doing it.”

“My name is Matthew Grant,” he said. “My friends call me Matt. I know about Old Dominion University. I’m here attending a seminar there this next week. I teach at the University of Richmond—I’m a professor in the business management program there. And I mentor graduate students in finding their niche in professional life. What’s your name?”

“I’m Cory. Cory Gilbert,” I said. I don’t know why, but I gave him my real name. I didn’t usually do that with potential johns. But then potential johns didn’t usually give me the details about themselves that he was doing, assuming it was true. It sounded true. It may all be bullshit, but it was unnecessary to be giving me bullshit at this point. It wasn’t like he didn’t know that I would lay down for a man—or even two of them at once. He had a hand on my knee under the table, and I was leaving it there, although I looked down at it through the glass top of the table and then back up into his eyes so he knew I hadn’t missed the maneuver.

“How about another beer, Cory? You’ve finished that one quickly.”

“Sure, why not?” I asked.

“Have you thought about what you’d do after you graduate?” he asked when a full bottle of beer had been exchanged with the empty.

“No, not really. I’m mostly thinking about passing the exams for this one.”

“What are you majoring in?”

“Business management.”

“Perfect. Did you know that you really need an MBA to find a good professional niche in that field?”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Where are you thinking of going for your MBA?”

“I haven’t thought of going for an MBA. I don’t have the money. I thought maybe I’d manage a McDonald’s or Target store for a while—if I was lucky. Maybe I’d try studying for the MBA at night.”

“Prostitution isn’t lucrative?”

“Not on the scale that I do it.” If he was going to be bald about it, so was I. Both of us knew that if he offered me enough money, I would let him cover me.

“Do you have a lover, Cory, or just a stream of anonymous johns?”

“I don’t have a lover.”

“That’s what I want, Cory, is a lover. A young lover. In exchange I could sponsor that lover through an MBA—at the University of Richmond—and could help him find a professional niche in this world. I would want an exclusive during that time.”

“You’d buy a lover without sampling the goods first?” I asked.

“I’ve seen you in action. I’d be happy to pay $200 for an audition—this afternoon. I have a room at the Ocean Shore Motel—where I saw you this morning.”

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When Arthur had finally recovered, the girls were just slowing down their lovemaking so the timing was fortuitous for all three of them. Arthur had a lot to say about the action he’d witnessed over the past half hour or more: “Do you have any idea how amazing it was to watch you two fooling around? I could barely hold myself back and almost joined in more than once, but I was so enjoying your show that I held out.”

“Thank you Arthur,” said Caitlin.

Added Deirdre, “we knew you were watching us all along and I for one just got more horny. I especially liked how your cock grew back to full size when Caitlin was fucking me with her hand.”

Arthur had been impressed, “I don’t think I have ever seen someone’s hand so completely buried inside a pussy. That was fucking amazing.”

“Wasn’t it,” replied Caitlin. I had not done that before but Deirdre was so wet that my hand just slid right it. And I couldn’t believe how responsive she was as I did that. I could slide my hand almost out, the jam it back in as if my hand was a big, hard cock.”

Arthur was having difficulty concentrating as he recalled the intensity of Caitlin fist-fucking her friend. He was dying to get something started so he stood up and walked to the edge of the bed where Deirdre was lounging. Caitlin was sitting beside her but Arthur was looking for Deirdre’s mouth.

He positioned himself near her head and bobbing his cock politely said, “would you mind giving him a little action?”

Deirdre said nothing but turned her body so that her head was directly in front of Arthur’s thick meat. She was lying on her back with her head pointed towards the floor, ready for his cock. Caitlin just sat back and watched as her friend opened her mouth wide and pulled Arthur by the hips until he was lodged completely in her mouth and throat.

Arthur, for his part, was pleased at the girl’s enthusiasm to say nothing of her oral skill. He stood still, only rocking slowly to work his erection into Deirdre’s mouth. She wanted none of that and just pulled him in hard until she’d taken his entire cock into her mouth and throat. He felt her tongue rubbing the top of his cock as she held him deep, not letting him move. After many seconds, she motioned him to start fucking her mouth. Arthur slid his cock almost entirely out, then slowly re-inserted himself into the talented mouth of the chocolate girl.

Deirdre encouraged him to move a little faster, and to bury himself to the balls as he pushed forward. She was having no problem taking his length, but found the thickness a little more challenging. But she was game and sucked on his cock for a long time, letting him fuck her face.

After a few minutes, Caitlin decided that she needed some action as well. She gently pulled Arthur away from Deirdre’s mouth and replaced it with her own. While she did not take his full length from her position on the bed, she was giving Arthur and amazing blowjob, one that was bringing him closer and closer to an orgasm. Until he couldn’t stop himself. He came hard into Caitlin’s mouth, depositing a thick load of his cum on her tongue.

As before, the girls exchanged mouthfuls of his orgasm, snowballing back and forth and keeping Arthur at least at half-mast. He’d be ready soon enough, he thought.

After a short rest, Caitlin suggested they head outside to the deck and the pool to cool off with a cold beer, and maybe a dip in the pool. The other two were already moving that way before she finished her suggestion.

The three lovers, the much older man and his two young mistresses relaxed by the pool, staying naked in the warm evening as they splayed themselves on the various chairs and table. Arthur wanted to ask Deirdre what she’d had in mind earlier when she had told them there would be something new. “Deirdre, you were saying something about… you thought we… what where you…?”

For some reason he was feeling nervous and the question just wasn’t going to come out. Before he could figure out what to ask and to try again, Caitlin offered up her own question: “Deirdre, do you know what we should be doing now?”

Deirdre feigned ignorance but the girls had certainly planned this in advance. “What do you mean? Is there something you’d like to do?”

“It’s up to you, but you already know I thought it was a good idea so you decide.”

Deirdre played it cool: “you mean that thing we talked about yesterday when you invited me over…”

“Yea, when I invited you over to watch Arthur and me fucking on the patio.”

He knew for sure now, but was not at all disturbed by the fact he had been played by a couple of very young women intent of taking him into their confidence, and their bed. “What are Ürkmez Escort you guys talking about already?”

Caitlin replied simply: “We have an idea for some fun, but we’re not sure you will want to take part so we’re hesitating. We don’t want you to be embarrassed…”

“Well, haven’t I proved something today? I mean, the restaurant, the bedroom, the fist-fucking… I am pretty certain it was all totally exciting and I was all-in from the start. Even the bit about making me show off without knowing Deirdre was watching me? I mean, I jacked myself off and came hard all while she was voyeuristically watching me.”

Deirdre was first to reply: “I have to admit, he makes a great case, right Cait?”

“Fine. But you explain it.”

“Well, I have always wanted to do this but have never had the right person to help, not someone I could trust completely.” Mysterious, but there was more to come.

Continued Deirdre, “Caitlin and I discovered our mutual interest in having sex together, but I have never had a man I could completely trust.”

“She’s only slept with two men, Arthur. You’re the third!”

“Anyways, like I was saying, I love having sex with Caitlin and men do interest me, but…”

Arthur felt he should contribute: “I get the feeling you are a little more confident about me, too.”

“Exactly. I know all about you and Caitlin, even before she ‘found’ you at the café, and before she had even planned to seduce you.”

“Don’t tell him everything, Dee!” exclaimed Caitlin.

“Why not? He’s a considerate lover and awfully good at eating pussy, almost as good as you…”

“Yea, he is pretty dynamite down there. Now tell him what we want to try, already.”

“Yea, tell me already. I’m getting a little nervous about this and that makes my man-parts worry,” he chided the girls.

“Arthur, how would you like to perform in my sex tape? I really, really want to have sex on camera but I also need to be sure there won’t be any repercussions. You know, it stays private no matter what.”

“That was it?” replied Arthur, somewhat bemused at the relatively simple request. “I would be happy to take part.”

“That’s great, but I there’s a little more to it. I want to be fucked under water while Caitlin films us. It’s been a fantasy of mine for a long time and I finally feel confident enough in the two of you to be able to ask.”

Arthur’s enthusiasm was abundant and his cock was already rising to the occasion. He only wondered about the mechanics of underwater sex. How long could he hold his breath, he wondered. And what would she expect him to do?

Caitlin stepped in to answer the questions even before he could ask. “I have been planning this as a surprise for Deirdre for a few days, ever since she said she wanted to meet you, if you get my drift.”

“Sweet!” he replied.

Deirdre joined in with, “what do you mean, planned this?”

“First, I got a brand new Samsung phone with high-resolution photo and video, and it’s waterproof! Plus, I may have choreographed things a little bit so that we can get the best shots… video and cum of course.”

“You little tease!” said Deirdre. No wonder you were so pumped when we picked up your new phone. You already knew about this,” she said smiling as she flicked one of Caitlin’s nipples. “I really love you, Cait.”

“I love you too, and now Arthur can just jump in to our little film project, right Arthur?”

“Fuck yea. I am totally ready to do my part. What’s the pay like, by the way?”

Deirdre answered him: “I don’t know. How much are you willing to pay to fuck two of the hottest young women in town?”

Chuckling, Arthur replied saying he needed to get a drink in the kitchen. He went into the house but headed for his pants that held the hardon pills. He figured he would need a little something extra to last beyond one woman’s excitement.

Coming out, he saw that the girls were already preparing. As Caitlin messed about with her phone, Deirdre was sitting in front of her with her face pushed tightly against the other woman’s pussy. Arthur could hear her lapping at Caitlin’s cunt and decided to join in. He crawled under the table where Deirdre sat and found a way to reach her cunt and began to lick and nip at her thick, rubbery lips. Before he got too far, Deirdre stopped her lapping and pushed Arthur’s head away, saying, “I think we should get into the water for this, okay?”

Caitlin really had planned the shoot. She instructed the two of them to put on their swimsuits. Arthur only had his shorts, but Deirdre pulled out a microscopic one-piece in white that was almost see-thru already. He could only imagine that it would Ürkmez Escort Bayan be invisible under water.

Caitlin then gave her actors their instructions and called out, “Action!”

Deirdre was to lounge by the pool, kicking her feet in the water and leaned back on her arms. Her skin was in total contrast to the white of her suit. She leaned back, sunglasses on and eyes closed. Her substantial breasts were pushed forward, encased tightly in the thin fabric. Caitlin made sure to take a close-up of her friend, emphasizing the curve of the breast and their crowning nipples whose shape was perfectly outlined.

She then panned out to show the scene: the pool area, some unattended chairs and the fact that it was night so the pool lights were on, shining brightly beneath the water. As Deirdre kicked her feet idly in the water, Arthur walked into the pool area from the path down the side of the house. Seeing Deirdre on full, erotic exhibit, he stopped. Caitlin made sure to focus on his watching of the young woman at the pool’s edge. She panned down a bit to show some subtle bulging in his shorts. He reached in to adjust the position of his cock, then slowly walked towards the pool.

He took one more long look at Deirdre, clearly appreciating her spectacular body, then dove in a few feet away from her place by the pool. As he splashed, Deirdre feigned surprise and shock that someone else was in ‘her’ pool. She’d not expected anyone otherwise she might not have worn such a seductive suit, apparently.

Arthur swam a couple of lengths and found himself near Deirdre when he surfaced. Leaning against the pool edge, he spoke to the young woman: “I hope you don’t mind me swimming here. It was such a hot day that I had to take advantage.”

“You know this is my house, and my pool, right?” she asked him.

“Of course I do. I live down the street and when I walked by it looked like there was no one here so I decided to take advantage. I can leave if you like.”

Deirdre, apparently considering the possibilities, replied, “no, no problem. In fact, do you mind if I join you?”

Arthur floated on his back, away from the young woman. She chose to take the steps down into the pool. Soon she was waist deep in the water and already her bathing suit was become translucent. Arthur swam towards her, just as Caitlin had scripted, and invited her deeper into the water. Deirdre took another couple of steps as Arthur ducked beneath the water to watch her coming towards him. As the girls had planned, there was almost no evidence of the fabric covering Deirdre’s dusky skin.

Before becoming fully immersed, Deirdre got Arthur’s attention, beckoning him forward with one finger. As she was doing this, Caitlin was climbing into the pool not far from her girlfriend. All the while she continued to film Deirdre, panning back to include both of her actors into the same shot. She filmed from just above the water as they moved closer together. Once they were in reach of each other, Caitlin ducked under the surface and zoomed in to capture Deirdre’s glowing body so well lit by the pool lights.

As Deirdre stood still, Arthur approached her underwater until he was up against her legs. He slid up her body, so very close but without touching her. When he was standing right in front of her, with only their heads above the water, Deirdre ducked down and as she was being filmed, removed Arthur’s shorts. She unbuttoned him, then very slowly lowered his zip. All the while she was holding her breath and Caitlin was submerged only a yard or so away, filming the whole time.

With Arthur’s shorts loosened, Deirdre resurfaced briefly to get a breath then went right back down. She ogled Arthur’s thick erection, making a show of examining it by eye, then with both her hands. Arthur just stood there and enjoyed her ministrations to his manhood. He found it impossible not to thrust himself into Deirdre’s hands, a move she rewarded with some forceful strokes of his erection. She held him tight in one hand as the other hand played with is cockhead. Another breath and it was time for her to take Arthur into her mouth, that so-talented mouth.

Deirdre had excellent breath holding skills. She was able to suck on the big cock in her hand and keep going for almost two minutes; Arthur was tracking it so as to distract himself from the absolute pleasure of her cocksucking.

Caitlin all the while was moving around them, first one side, then a close-up of the thick cock splitting those lovely red lips. She ducked deep down and filmed the action from below, a position that emphasized Arthur’s thick size and Deirdre’s deep-throating proficiency. As she took his length into her Escort Ürkmez mouth, she would slide her hand along his cock, releasing it to allow him into her mouth, then she would follow it out again in time with her head bobbing.

After only a few more breathing interruptions, Deirdre had Arthur ready to cum, something he told her as she crested the water a final time, “I am going to cum soon, love, be ready.”

Deirdre was certainly ready. She swallowed him four or five more times, always with the coordinated hand stroking him. Then Arthur made a hard thrust as she buried him in her mouth one final time. As she started to cum, Deirdre pulled her head back so that his thick wad of ejaculate would float free in front of her.

All the while Caitlin continued to capture the action, especially the final bit with Arthur’s cock just going wild with the spurting as Deirdre finished him off with her hand. Caitlin made sure to zoom in tight to really emphasize Deirdre’s success. She then panned back a bit to show her smiling friend in the same shot as the deflating cock of their lover.

Deirdre let herself float to the surface, still holding on to Arthur even as he softened in her hand. Caitlin captured the two of them very close together, obviously enjoying the moment. Then Deirdre quietly changed their script: “Arthur, I want you to eat my pussy right here… as I float.”

Caitlin caught herself saying, “what about me?” but realized she was there to document the action, not take part… yet. To which Arthur said, “I can do the video while Deirdre goes down on you. After, that is.”

Arthur tugged at the crotch of Deirdre’s bathing suit. It was virtually invisible showing her lightly covered bush and it’s directional landing strip that pointed right to her glorious hole. With the fabric pushed to one side, and Deirdre floating lazily in front of Arthur, he pulled her towards his mouth. To enable him better reach, she spread her shapely, chocolate legs letting one rest on either shoulder. He reached forward with his tongue and pierced her delicious cunt which by now was fully engorged with its very thick lips puckering to invite a welcome guest: his tongue and later, two fingers.”

Arthur kept at it for a long time, varying his methods, flicking her clitoris with a finger or thumb, and thrusting deep into her with his fingers. Eventually he was suctioning her clit as he jammed his fingers into her cunt harder and harder. Just as he was making her cum, he grasped her hips and pulled her down towards his now hard-again cock. With one simple thrust he penetrated her flesh as she cried out, under water but audible, with another orgasm. He pounded her several times until he, too, came hard and deep.

Caitlin, to her credit, was still filming all this, but now she was finger-fucking herself in time with the fucking of her friends. When they watched the video together later, they would discover that the camera work had become rather shaky and uneven at that time, and the sound included Caitlin moaning and breathing hard as she fucked herself.

Knowing he needed some time to recuperate, Arthur took over the cellphone camera from Caitlin so that the two women could enjoy a little girl-on-girl, and he could watch it all. What a bonus?!

Deirdre had Caitlin lean against the side of the pool, her elbows resting against the drain channel. Just as she had done with Arthur, Deirdre placed her lover’s legs over her shoulder and dove in to the girl’s luscious pink pussy. She licked and sucked wantonly, sometimes using her fingers and others just her mouth. Knowing how excited Caitlin had been to fist her, Deirdre decided it was time to show her friend how amazing it felt.

Fortunately, Caitlin was extremely wet with pussy juice and saliva so Deirdre had no problem inserting three fingers, triangled. As she thrust against the young pussy, she started to force all of fingers into Caitlin… then carefully added her thumb. Caitlin seemed surprised, and to be honest, Deirdre was. She had not expected to be able to get her whole hand into the smaller woman’s pussy, but there it was. She manipulated her fingers inside Caitlin’s cunt, carefully rotating her wrist to reach every part of the cavity that was her best friend’s gaping cunt.

It took very little time for Caitlin to respond with a massive orgasm. Deirdre was moving her hand almost out of her friend’s pussy, then thrusting it back in firmly. All the while, she was sucking hard on the clitoris. When Caitlin came this time, she actually did scream, loud enough that Arthur worried about the neighbours.

‘What a day this has been,’ thought Arthur. Not only had he met and fucked his girlfriend again, but he’d also met the chocolate goddess that was Deirdre. Any sexual activity with either girl would have been a massive score in his old life, but here he was enjoying both of them. And now he had a video record of all the action. It was never going to get better, was it?

Stay tuned for Part 6…

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