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Three months. It had been three months since Felicia and Bo had seen each other. Purposely, of course. Felicia had no intentions of taking their affair any further and Bo couldn’t stand being around her knowing that he could never have her fully. So, they didn’t reach out to each other. No phone calls. No emails. But Bo missed Felicia. He had parted ways with his girlfriend. Like all the others, she couldn’t fulfill him. In the back of his mind, he knew he would never find someone to fill Felicia’s place. That’s what it was really all about.

Felicia cried that night and every night after that. She cried for her husband, she cried for Bo, and she cried for herself. She had never imagined herself caught in such a triangle. What she had done was unfair to all parties involved. Although her husband would never know, he didn’t deserve it. And she had made it harder for Bo to move on. As for herself, she had reopened a wound that had long been healed. But now was not the time to wallow, she had to get to work.

***

Felicia made her way up the stairs of the brownstone that held her private dance studio. After entering, she locked the doors and disabled the alarm. It was 9 a.m. and her first class didn’t begin until 11 a.m. She liked to be early. She liked to have a few moments in the space before everyone came with their baggage and drama and whatever else was on the menu for the day. She walked down the stairs to the ground level, where her office was. It was her home away from home. She had a bathroom, a bed, and a little kitchen area. She kept drawers of dance attire and first aid supplies and feminine products. It was her very own “Woman Cave.”

She put down her belongings and changed into her dance attire. She wore skin tone tights and a Copenhagen Blue leotard. The uniform was the same for all her students. She, however, topped off her look with a Petal Pink wrap skirt and beige, canvas ballet slippers. She always felt her best in this clothing. She felt free. As she began to pour her cup of coffee, the door bell rang. She looked at her watch. It was 9:17 a.m. It can’t be a student, she thought. It was too early. Perhaps it was the new ballet barre she ordered. konuşanlar izle A smile spread across her face as she ran up the stairs. She had been waiting for this delivery for weeks. She unlocked the front door.

Bo didn’t know what he had been thinking. It was like his feet did the thinking for him. He had walked from 27th street all the way up to 126th street that morning. This was the act of a desperate man. He could tell by the look on her face that this was probably a bad idea.

“Hi,” Felicia greeted him. Her reaction was neither friendly nor unfriendly. Just blank.

“Hey,” Bo said back. His heart was beating out of his chest. He could feel the back of his neck get hot.

“What are you doing here?” Felicia asked as if she didn’t know the answer.

“I had to see you,” Bo blurted out.

Felicia bit her bottom lip and looked down. Had she not known that this could happen. She felt her eyes get teary.

“Can I come in?” Bo insisted.

Felicia knew it was a bad idea, but she stepped aside and let him in.

“How did you find me?” Felicia asked. She had never told him where her studio was located.

“Nina,” Bo replied.

And it all made sense. Felicia’s best friend Nina could never keep her mouth shut. Although, she thought Felicia’s husband was a nice guy and she didn’t think Bo was a good fit, she knew deep down that no matter how hard Felicia tried to squelch it, she would always be in love with Bo. No matter what.

Felicia closed the door and walked further into the dance studio. She had renovated the space. The whole floor was wood and mirrors aligned the walls. Bo looked around. He remembered when this place was just a dream to Felicia. They used to lay in bed and talk about what they wanted for their future. Individual and together. And she had managed to make her individual future a reality.

“This is amazing,” Bo marveled. It’s just like you described it.”

Felicia flinched. She remembered the conversations they would have in the middle of the night.

“Bo-“

“Please. Don’t say anything,” Bo begged. “I know I missed my chance. But you kulüp izle cannot tell me that you don’t love me.”

Felicia hesitated. Bo grabbed her hand and pulled her into him. Felicia tried to pull away, but her body betrayed her.

“Tell me that you don’t love me,” Bo whispered into her ear. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

Felicia began to weep. Bo lifted her head, so her eyes were leveled with is. He wiped the tears from her closed eyes. The tears had begun to form a river down Felicia’s face. He kissed her like he did months before. And her reaction was the same. Felicia kissed Bo back. It was her natural reaction. With his free hand, Bo, caressed Felicia’s body. She could feel everything through her leotard. Her head started to get lost.

Bo kissed the hallow between Felicia’s collar bone. With eyes unopened she felt her way to the top button of Bo’s shirt and began to unbutton it. Her mind was screaming at her. Her mind was yelling for her to stop. Her mind was yelling for her to think of the consequences if her husband found out. But her body succumbed to Bo’s kiss.

Bo pulled the loose ribbon to Felicia’s wrap skirt and watched, through the mirror, as it softly fell to ground. Felicia placed her hands inside Bo’s open shirt and pushed it off his strong shoulders. She kissed his chest and Bo pulled her closer. Looking up into his eyes, Felicia leaned in and began to kiss Bo savagely. She wanted to taste the warmth of his tongue and he obliged. Bo’s manly hands cupped Felicia’s butt, trying to find a way into the leotard.

“Take this off,” Bo whispered in her ear.

Without hesitation, Felicia began taking off her leotard. Bo kissed her body. First her collar bone, then her breasts, and last her navel. Now on his knees, he took the rest of Felicia’s uniform off. He stared, for a moment, at her beautiful pussy. Lifting her right leg over his shoulder, he plunged his face into the neat triangle and allowed his tongue to play with her clit.

Instantly, Felicia’s body got hot. She placed her palms on the top of Bo’s head. She moaned softly. And Bo’s cock stiffened. He enjoyed the sound of her soft moan. lady voyeur izle It turned him on to make her feel good. He plunged his tongue deep into her pussy and felt as her body got weak with pleasure. He grabbed her other leg and placed it over his shoulder. He was sucking on her clit. Felicia was going to collapse. Her toes barely supported her.

Bo, carefully, lowered Felicia to the ground. He watched her as she tried to catch her breathe. But she wasn’t ready for him to stop. She put her finger through the belt loop of his pants and pulled him closer. Her body was calling for him and she needed him to answer immediately. She unzipped his pants and pulled them to his knees. Her eyes sparkled and she marveled at his chocolate dick. Licking her lips she sat up and wrapped them around him.

Bo held his breathe as he watched Felicia’s head bob. Felicia knew Bo liked to be sucked sloppy, so she let her saliva drip all over him, while using her hands to massage his balls. Bo got stiffer and Felicia went faster. The feel of her warm, wet tongue was almost more than he could handle, but he had to save himself for what was next. He gently pushed Felicia away.

Felicia turned so she was on all fours. Her perfectly plump butt was beckoning Bo to come closer. He could see her pussy dripping at the mere thought of his penetration. Bo submerged his massive, schlong into Felicia’s tight, soaked pussy. And she squealed with a mix of pain and pleasure. She began to wind her hips against his and Bo began pounding her gently. Felicia’s head was spinning and she knew she would be cumming soon.

The two caught glimpses of themselves in the mirror-lined walls. Bo watched Felicia’s booty jiggled. His manly hands held her tight to keep from bouncing too far. And Felicia had never been able to see what they looked like before. It was a show that she was enjoying; watching the full length of Bo slam into her. She was beginning to cum. Feeling the steamy liquid engulf his penis, Bo went faster causing Felicia to cum again. Now shaking, Bo exploded into Felicia. They both buckled to the floor.

Felicia looked at her watch. She started to get dressed.

“You have to go,” She said. “My students will be here soon.”

Bo began putting on his clothes.

“I’ll wait for you,” he said.

“No, you have to go,” she replied.

Bo got close to Felicia. Her heart started to beat fast. He kissed her neck.

“How ever long it takes. I’ll wait for you.”

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I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I rolled over in bed looking at the caller ID. In the background I could hear the sound of the shower running. Rob was busy getting ready for work, it was 6:15. I knew without even looking that the only person who would call me at this ungodly hour would be Susan. And sure enough it was.

“What’s up?” I answered still sounding sleepy.

“I hope I woke you,” she laughed. “I hate that you get to sleep in and the rest of us all have to get up early and go to work.”

“So get a real job,” I laughed stretching in bed enjoying the feel of my bare skin against the cool morning sheets. But I was also remembering the nice long slow fuck I had enjoyed with my husband after he had gotten home too. And…we’d enjoyed some panty play as well, something that had been a major turn on for us both. He had licked and eaten me through a pair of my favorite panties, and then had tickled my clit with his cock through them as well (though that was something I hadn’t shared with him that Jared had done to me the day before…which had been a major turn on for me when he had). “So like I said…what’s up?”

“Thought I’d give you a heads up before you come over this morning,” Susan began. “Jared got home last night in a fairly shitty mood. I don’t think his date with his new girlfriend went very well. I could tell he was frustrated, and though I got him to sit down and tell me a little about it, he was still a little uncomfortable telling ‘mom’ all the gory details. Suffice it to say, maybe you’ll have better luck getting him to open up about it than I did. But don’t be surprised when you do come over, that he’s less than his usual chipper self.” Once again Susan laughed. “In fact…at this point I think all you’d have to do is stretch out naked on our bed, and Jared would fuck you in a heartbeat. I think he’s about ready to blow a gasket after the way he looked when he came home last night.”

“I’m not an auto…or rather a Jared body shop,” I quipped. I don’t do repairs. But…if I can get him to open up to me about whatever problems he is having, perhaps that will give me some insight as to where things are headed…or not as far as his virginity is concerned. And don’t worry…I’ll fill you in on all the details later on, provided of course, Jared doesn’t swear me to secrecy about them. Like I told you before, if he does that…then I start playing doctor instead of mechanic here, and confidentiality becomes paramount for me.”

“Ok,” Susan said agreeing with me. “And what about this afternoon? Still want me to take off early and meet you?”

I had almost forgotten about that, though I had mentioned it to Rob the night before, asking him if he was ok with Susan and I getting together the next afternoon for a bit of naughty fun. Needless to say, he told me to “go for it” as long as I filled him in later, once again…giving him a blow-by-blow description while doing exactly that. Aroused as he became after hearing Susan and I might indeed get together the following day, adding a pair of my sexiest panties into our lovemaking after that was easy. It had been a long time since Rob had come three times in one night.

“Sure…looking forward to that in fact,” I told her. “But…let me call you before you do come home to make sure that Jared in fact is still meeting up with his friends later.” Once again Susan giggled.

“Pretty bad when I have to call to see if it’s ok if I sneak back to my own home,” she told me. “But…I’ll wait to hear from you before leaving,” she added. “But speaking of naughty fun, Bill’s already asking me to check with you and Rob about having another get-together sometime soon here too,” she then added. “So ask Rob about that when you get a chance.”

Now it was my turn to laugh. Rob had stepped out of the shower coming back into the bedroom seeing me on the phone and knowing who it was I was obviously talking to. He was already sporting an erection much to my surprise. “Ask him yourself, he’s standing here in front of me with a nice morning woody,” I told her. “So why don’t you do just that…see what he has to say about it while I take care of this!”

I handed Rob the phone, leaned over and took his nice hard cock into my mouth. He groaned into the mouthpiece, moments later dropping the phone on the bed. I heard Susan laughing on the other end.

“I take it that’s a yes,” she said…and then heard nothing but dial tone and the sound of Rob’s labored breathing.

**

I arrived around the time I usually did, but Jared was nowhere in sight. I did however smell fresh coffee, so walked into the kitchen area to pour myself a cup. There was a small note propped up against the side of an empty cup with my name on it. In Susan’s handwriting it said simply, “Good luck!”

I allowed myself a heavy sigh, poured my coffee, and then made my way upstairs to actually begin working. Whatever mood Jared was actually in, he’d have to be the one to approach me, if and when he decided the exchange izle to get up. Obviously, he was still asleep and indeed in a bit of a grumpy mood. This one I really was going to have to play by ear and see how things went, but I wasn’t very optimistic about it either.

It was well over an hour later when I finally heard his footsteps as he came up the stairs. I looked up from the PC as he poked his head into the room. He was bleary-eyed, his hair not even properly brushed yet as he stood there looking in on me.

“Sorry I wasn’t up to meet you,” he apologized. “Sort of had a late night,” he added.

“A late night? Or a bad night?” I asked holding in a smile. He stepped a little further into the room.

“I take it mom called you.”

“Yeah, she did. But she didn’t tell me much, only that you and your girlfriend of the moment aren’t getting along very well. Want to tell me about it?” I pushed my chair away from the desk expectantly, hoping Jared would see that as a sign of real interest. He did, smiling slightly and then walking over to take one of the two seats sitting in front of me. I now stood up, walking over, taking the other one. He sat quietly for a moment, perhaps wondering if he should. I sat patiently waiting for him to begin without saying anything.

“I like you,” he told me.

“I like you too,” I answered back still waiting.

He smiled at hearing that and began to open up a little as I sat there listening to him.

“I think it’s easier for me to talk to you as opposed to mom,” he’d started as I simply nodded my head. “Maybe because you and I…” he added without finishing the thought, to which I again smiled, still nodding. “Anyway…Cheryl, my girlfriend, mom thinks she’s a bit of a prick tease, and maybe she is…but there’s a lot more to it than that. It’s complicated,” he said pausing, releasing a heavy sigh of his own.

“Aren’t most relationships?” I challenged back. “Even the really good ones take effort,” I counseled, to which Jared now nodded his head.

“Yeah, maybe they do…but part of my problem with Cheryl is, my lack of experience, and her having quite a bit of it.”

Now I really was confused here. I wasn’t expecting to hear that. “I take it…she isn’t a virgin then.”

“No, she’s not. And it’s not that, that bothers me, or is really the problem.”

“Why don’t you tell me just exactly what the problem is then?” I asked. “Maybe…I can help you sort it all out?”

Once again he sighed, but then thanked me for listening to him. “Part of the problem is because she has had sex…and I haven’t. She sort of likes the idea that we’re taking things slowly.”

“Nothing wrong with doing that,” I told him.

“No…there isn’t,” he agreed. “And I like that we have been. What I don’t like…is when she tells me that what I’m doing is wrong, or that she doesn’t like it, or that because I am so inexperienced, that I need to let her show me certain things. She makes me feel stupid, inadequate,” he finished looking down at his hands, which he’d locked together in his lap.

On the one hand, I had to admire the girl. It was obvious she did indeed know what she wanted, and was in a way attempting to teach Jared that. On the other, I wanted to shake her…she was obviously going about it the wrong way. And if she continued to do so, I didn’t hold out much hope for this relationship.

He looked up at me with puppy dog eyes. “I mean shit Jen, I know I don’t know much…I don’t have as much experience with women as a lot of other guys do, I’ll be the first to admit it. But if I do, do something wrong, or something she doesn’t like, she gets frustrated with me, and then we’re right back to square one again, and when that happens, it’s like days before we even attempt to do anything again. In the meantime, I’m getting more and more frustrated with her, and starting to wonder if this whole relationship thing with her is even worth it. Had it not been for you,” he grinned. “I’d have probably gone off on her…and not in a good way either!”

That one I did have to laugh at, easing the tension a little, as he finally relaxed.

“She might indeed be a bit more experienced in that department,” I told him. “But she’s not acting or being very mature either. You on the other hand have just the opposite problem. And maybe that’s where I can help at least a little anyway.”

“Help how?” he now asked curiously.

“Well for starters, what is it she thinks you’re doing wrong? And what is it you’ve been doing anyway? Obviously…you’re still a virgin yes?”

Jared nodded his head.

“So it’s obviously nothing to do with that…yet,” I added winking at him. “So…why don’t we start with the first so-called problem area, and take it from there.”

Jared had finally relaxed enough to begin laying it all out. As I’d guessed, the main issue between them at the moment was with regards to oral sex, mostly on his end the family pile izle according to what he said.

“I take it, you have done this with other girls in the past? Or is this a first for you here too?” I asked him.

“A couple of times yes, but admittedly Jen, it didn’t seem to go as well with them either, so obviously I am doing something wrong here. And if I am…then I do want to learn and figure out what I’m doing that is wrong, or why they don’t like it. But so far, all I’m getting is a lot of negative feedback, and nothing positive. How the hell am I ever going to learn that way?”

“You aren’t,” I agreed. “At least not like that. But…if you’re willing, I really do think I can help you, and that I can do in a little different way than Cheryl obviously has been. So…if you’re willing, I am. But it’s entirely up to you.”

I saw the look of relief in his eyes as he glanced up towards me. “Then teach me,” he said. “Show me what I’m doing wrong.”

“First things first,” I told him. “Let’s set the mood, and get comfortable. That’s the most important thing, next to hygiene that is,” I said smiling at him. “Which means…you need a shower. So let’s begin with that. But…I’ll join you, and we’ll take it from there and go on to the next step once we’re all squeaky clean here shall we?”

I could see that Jared was definitely up for that. Once again wearing only his pajama bottoms and nothing else, his erection was already poking well up through the material of them as he sat there. He even looked down at himself realizing that he was, and blushed a little. I stood up, pulling him along with me taking his hand. Once he was, I then reached over, grasping his hard cock through the lightweight flannel material of his pajamas, and then pulled him along behind me while holding it into his parents’ bedroom and their much larger shower.

We soaped one another from head to toe, even going so far as to wash one another’s hair. I also noticed as we did that, he had some obvious stubble growing around his pubic region, he shaved which I admired his doing, now taking the razor and beginning to shave him myself. I was pleased at his trusting me to do so as I quickly smoothed him up, likewise gently lifting his balls, shaving those as well until he was as baby smooth as I was once again.

I then skinned back the foreskin on Jared’s penis, washing him thoroughly teasing him a little as I did so.

“Ok, now your turn to wash me,” I told him as I lifted one leg up on the corner shelf there in the shower stall. Jared knelt beneath me, his face only inches away from my pussy as he gingerly soaped me up once again, only this time looking at me as he did so. “Go ahead…take your time, wash everything, look at it as you do, familiarize yourself with me,” I told him. “But more importantly, enjoy yourself while you do.”

I didn’t have really long labia, but I enjoyed it when he pulled on each one stretching them out as he washed them, running a slippery finger alongside each of them, in addition to dipping the tip of his finger inside me. His look of utter fascination as he took his time admiring, just looking at me was arousing in and of itself. I could feel the moisture already beginning to pool between my legs, which he quickly discovered, looking up towards me, licking his finger off tasting me before sticking it briefly inside me once again.

We took an inordinate amount of time there in the shower, just touching, mostly looking becoming familiar and acquainted with one another’s bodies, without the worry or concern of doing so in an attempt to get one another off. That would come later…much, much later.

By the time we were both so aroused, we’d have popped without even touching one another further, it was time to get out, drying one another off as we did. I then led him out of the room as opposed to lying him down on his mother’s bed. I didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable about doing that, or having any worries or concerns about leaving a trace of our activities there. Leading him once again by the cock, he followed me back down the stairs into the living room where we pulled off all the cushions on the couch making a little bed on the floor. I lay down amongst them, propping my head up on one of the pillows, spreading my legs bending them at the knee.

“Take your time Jared, just look at me, touch me, do whatever you want…but just take your time, we’re not in any hurry here. And it’s also not a time for instructions, or orgasms…or anything like that. It’s just about fun, adventure, and in your getting to know me, ok?”

I could see by the smile on his face he was more than relaxed. Even his cock had actually deflated a little, becoming slightly flaccid again, but I was actually happy to see that as he positioned himself there on the floor, between my legs, and for the longest time, just looked at me.

Eventually I felt his finger again as he ran it up and the first lady izle down between my legs, ever so lightly…so teasingly, and I moaned, groaning pleasurably at his touch.

He smiled at that, laughingly, doing it again, playfully, erotically. And oh so sensually.

“I think I’m ready now,” he told me. “I want to taste you, lick you…eat you. But more importantly, I want you to tell me what I’m doing right…or doing wrong.”

“I will Jared, but not with words so much, as with actions. What I want you to do, is learn to read my body. If you do that, then you’ll know what I like, what feels good or what doesn’t. Learn to know the signals, and then keep doing that, or switch off and do something else when the signals are no longer telling you to keep doing the same thing. I might moan, or tremble, even at times speaking to you, but only in a good way…a pleasurable way. Learn to do that, and then you’ll know what it is I do like, or what I dislike. Or what it is that I want you to do again. You will begin to know and understand, that perhaps something you tried the first time I wasn’t ready for, but then later would be. And just because it might not feel good now, doesn’t mean that it won’t. Learn to read a woman’s body Jared, and she’ll become putty in your hands.”

I then told him that what we would do…afterwards, long after we’d satiated one another that we would indeed sit back and talk about it. I would only then tell him in words, but not during, what it was I enjoyed, or might not have enjoyed, but teaching him in a way where he could better interpret my signals. In that way, he would hopefully gain a better understanding of my body just as he should with any woman’s body, and that no two women were ever exactly alike when it came to that either. With patience, understanding and trust in himself, he would learn how to read and come to understand each and every woman independent of one another.

Once again I felt the tip of his finger as he began, gently probing me, touching me as I lay there on the floor in front of him. I then felt the tip of his tongue as he touched me exploringly. I loved the way it felt as it danced on the floor of my clit, for a moment…but he indeed went too fast, too quickly, too hard. With the gentle pressure of my hands on his head, I forced him away, backing off. He hesitated only for a moment, and then got the hint, now once again continuing as he feathered my clit so lightly with his tongue…I moaned.

“Yes Jared yes! Just like that baby, just like that!” I purred.

He now included a single finger inside me, soon after trying to include another. I wiggled away from allowing him to do that, so he went back to one. I moaned again, enjoying it, enjoying the tip of his tongue as it fluttered wildly on the tip of my hard little clit. I groaned audibly, deeply as he ran his tongue up the entire length of my split, flattening it as he continued to tickle me with his finger, once again a bit later adding another. This time I was ready for it, wanting it.

“Yes Jared, fuck me with your fingers, lick me, eat me, even suck my clit a little. But do it softly…gentle for a moment. I’ll tell you when to do otherwise,” I added. He seemed to respond to that, enthusiastically, passionately, enjoying the sounds of my words as he now wrapped his mouth about me, drawing my clit inside, sucking it, and gently chewing it. I was in heaven, and I let him know that.

When I came, I tensed up crying out audibly. I arched my back, my ass lifting up off the floor. I then felt his hands as they came up underneath my ass, pressing me into his face, and I came again. He was sucking on my clit, firmly now, damn near swallowing it, and I came again. Over and over I climaxed, the juices now running from my split, washing his face, bathing it in my nectar until he was covered in it, smiling, looking up at me, happy, relaxed, contented.

As was I.

We sat there on the floor recovering, and though he was now flaccid again, I toyed with it, enjoying that. As did he. And we talked, discussing what we’d just done and shared together, and now in words I told him what I’d liked, what I at first didn’t, and then why. He took it all in, smiling, nodding his head in understanding. It was like a light-bulb had gone off inside of his head.

“Now I understand, now I see what you mean,” he told me. “It hasn’t been like that before. I kept trying to do this, or do that, failing every time, getting frustrated, as obviously she did, as she was. But now at least I think I know what you meant, what you were constantly trying to show me.”

We sat there talking for the longest time, I continued to idly play with his prick, though it remained somewhat soft as I did. There were no expectations, no urgency as we did that. It was soft, it was sweet. And then he finally surprised me.

“Jen? Can I ask you a personal question? A very personal question? And you don’t have to answer me either, unless you want to. Unless you’re comfortable enough in doing so.”

“Go ahead, ask me,” I told him. “Not at all worried by what I might answer…if I did. It was a time of openness between us, trust, honesty. So I did when he asked me, even though I was surprised by what he did ask.

“Have you and mom…you know, messed around a little?” He asked.

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I was sitting in the middle of the couch, April was seated at the far end of the love seat. We were just looking at each other, April was the first to speak. “I’ve only got about 30 minutes left on my lunch break, are we gonna do this or what?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I replied, standing up so I could take my pants off. “C’mere.”

I was wearing sweat pants, and I pushed them down with my boxers, letting fall to the floor around my ankles before sitting back down. My cock sprang free of my boxers, causing April to coo quietly. I was only half-hard, for the same reason, I had just been staring at her. April was a little bigger than her pictures suggested, she was lucky I had already gotten that hard. “What do you want me to do?” she asked.

She stood up and came toward me. I seriously couldn’t believe how big this girl was. I could feel my cock going limp. The only reason I was kind of hard was the thought of a woman getting me off, it had been more than a few weeks, and I was desperate. I wasn’t even a little attracted to her. “Get on your knees and suck my dick,” I told her.

“Ok,” April said, getting on her knees between my legs. She wasted no time grabbing my cock. “Impressive.”

A moment later, my cock was between the lips of a slut I had only met an hour or two ago, and she was sucking it like a pro. I put my arms on the back of the couch and let her go to work. She didn’t use her hands as she enthusiastically sucked me hard. She used a hand to move her shoulder-length blonde hair behind her ears, but she was bobbing up and down on my swelling cock so fast it didn’t make much difference. It wasn’t long before my cock was hard and throbbing in her mouth. I was in a six-week drought, and I was already getting close to the edge. April started going all the way down to the base of my prick, I could feel my dick-head in her throat. A few times, and that is all it took. After about the fifth time, the tip of my cock entered her throat, I lost it. I shot at least eight massive pumps straight into her esophagus. She didn’t even move, she stayed impaled on my cock until I stopped cumming. April easily drank my six weeks worth of pent up semen. Once I was done, she slowly slid her lips up my shaft, sucking out the last drops of my cum. “You’re supposed to warn me,” she said, smiling as she used the back of her hand to wipe her sperm-glossed lips.

“Yeah, sorry,” I replied. “You’re princess power izle too good, that one snuck up on me. I got ya next time, though.”

“So, I guess I’m not going to get to cum,” she said, wiggling my deflated cock.

“Why not?” I asked, looking down at her, and feeling a little bad for her.

“I doubt I have enough time to get this hard again and get off on it,” she said, sounding disappointed. “It takes me a good twenty minutes to cum from penetration.”

“How about I just return the favor?”

“Really?” she asked, sounding a little more excited.

“Well, yeah. Why not?” I asked.

“Most guys I get with like to eat pussy,” she said, “I assume it’s because of my size.”

I could relate to that. I didn’t really want to eat April’s pussy either, but she had given me such an incredible blowjob I couldn’t say no. “How long does it take for you to cum having your pussy eaten?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she replied. “I’ve never had a guy try long enough. Normally they give up after a few licks.”

Now I really felt bad for her. “Ok, get up, switch places with my,” I told her.

Her face lit up. “Really?” she asked. “You’re willing to give it a try?”

“Yeah,” I replied, “Why not?”

“Yeah, ok,” she said, standing up and unbuttoning her pants.

We switched positions, and she had her pants down enough for me to pull the down to her ankles after she sat down. I was shocked to see that she was wearing a thong. I pulled that down around her ankles and was staring at the sexiest, fat pussy I’d ever seen. Her outer labia was meaty and full, and her pink slit seemed almost twice as long as any of the other pussies I’d ever seen. I pushed her legs in the air. “Can you hold your legs up?” I asked.

“Yeah, of course,” she replied, wrapping her arms around her legs behind her knees.

I grabbed her by the hips and pulled. “Move your ass to the edge of the couch,” I told her.

April scooted down to the edge, and her pussy was now inches from my face. She smelled amazing. I could feel the blood rushing back to my cock. Her scent had a slight smell of sweat, not enough to bad an offensive odor really, but just enough to be intoxicating. She was as bald as the day she was born, and her bright pink pussy lips were already glistening with pussy juices. I leaned in and put my lips on her clit represent izle and sucked it into my mouth, lightly nibbling it with my teeth, being careful to be gentle. “Oh, fuck!” she screamed, grabbing two handfuls of my hair and pulling me tighter to her saturated, fat cunt.

I moved my hand to her pussy and rubbed the length of her pussy lips before sliding my two middle fingers inside her fat twat. I wasn’t surprised that she wasn’t very tight, but she was really hot and unbelievably wet. I bent my fingers up to her g-spot and applied pressure as I flicked her hard clit with the tip of my tongue. My cock was quickly coming back to life as she moaned and writhed in ecstasy. “Oh, god… Oh, fuck… yyeeessssss!”

I reached down and grabbed my cock with my free hand, stroking it as I licked this fat bitch’s cunt. I couldn’t believe how hard I’d gotten so quickly, just from eating her out. I lifted my face from April’s drenched cunt, and asked, “I’m hard again. You wanna get fucked?”

“Yes, please,” she moaned.

“You have time, right?” I asked. “I don’t mind making you cum with my mouth.”

“Fuck work, they can wait. I won’t get fired,” she said between moans. “I came here to get fucked. Now, Fuck me!”

I stood up and put my knees on the edge of the couch in front of her. I slapped my hard cock against her fat, wet pussy. I couldn’t believe how huge this bitch’s cunt was. April’s pussy slit was almost as long as my nine-inch cock, and each side of her outer labia was fatter than my cock. I slid my hard fuck-stick along her dripping snatch a few times before easing it into her. April moaned as I slowly inched the entire length of my shaft into her. Once I was all the way in her, I used my thumb to massage her clit. “Fuck that slow shit,” she said. “You can slow fuck me next time if you want. Now I need you to pound my fat cunt as hard as you can, you big-dicked bastard.”

I got a little better balance, then started to fuck her hard. She wasn’t very tight, which made it easy, but she felt fucking amazing. I was shocked. After about a dozen hard, fast strokes, I was on edge again. I pulled out quickly and slid my cock along her wet slit again, focusing the back of my dick-head on her distended clit. “Oh, fuck! Did you cum” she asked.

“No, I was close, though. I pulled out, so I didn’t cum too soon,” I replied. “How about you? You want me rick and morty izle to keep fucking you, or will you cum easier if I eat you out?”

“Fuck me,” she replied. “I like the way you big dick feels inside me.”

I moved my cock, aiming it at her gaping fuckhole. April’s pussy juices were leaking out of her, down the crack of her fat ass cheeks, then puddling on the couch under her. I pushed into her and instantly began pounding away at her again. I put my thumb back on her clit, and she started screaming. “Yes! Fuck me! Yes! Fuck me! God, yes! Fuck me! Harder! Harder… harder! Fuck me!”

I sped up as much as I could and still keep my balance. My pelvis made a wet smacking sound every time I slammed against her fat, wet cunt. Her pussy was so wet that her pussy juices were splashing up a little. I made it a little longer the second time, but the urge to cum still hit me quicker than I would have thought. “Oh, shit. Are you close?” I asked. “I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Oh, fuck!” she screamed again. “Don’t pull out this time!”

“I have to. I’m gonna cum,” I told her.

“No! Don’t pull out!” she screamed louder. ” It’s ok, I’m already pregnant!”

“Seriously?”

“Yes! Cum in me!”

That’s all it took before she finished telling me the last time I had already slammed into her and started spewing my second load in her big, fat, loose cunt. I grunted and tried to push deeper into her as I pumped at least ten huge shots into her. It had been months since I had cum inside a woman. About halfway through my orgasm, I felt her pussy contract, and she screamed out, “Ohh… fuck! I’m cumming too!”

We both stayed in the same position for a moment, trembling slightly. April was the first to speak again. “Are you good?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “You can take your dick outta me now.”

I pulled my already deflating cock out of her. Her sloppy pussy-hole was gaping open as wide as my cock, and her pussy lips looked stretched. I wanted to dive in and eat her freshly fucked cunt, but she stood up too quickly. As soon as her feet hit the floor, she was bending over to pull her thong and jeans up. “Impressive, baby,” she said after she stood up. She gave me a peck on the cheek. “I’ll only be a few minutes late for work. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so quick. Can we do this again sometime?”

“Yeah, sure,” I told her as she walked away. “Text me.”

“For sure, you’ve got a nice dick, baby,” she said, opening the front door. “Oh, and you can pull your pants up now. I’m done with you for the day.”

I stood there with my limp dick wet and my pants around my ankles still as she walked out of the door, closing it behind her.

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Nervously, I pace back and forth across the hotel room. I have waited for so long for this day, yet I’m terrified now that it’s here. I pause for a moment to check my reflection in the mirror. Short black skirt, no panties…breasts straining against the thin white silk of my blouse, free of a bra. I’m faintly embarrassed by the outline of my nipples, already so hard and showing clearly through the fabric. I followed his instructions to the letter, and can only hope he’s satisfied.

As the time we agreed upon grows closer, doubt begins to fill my mind. What if I’m not what he’s expecting? What if I can’t fulfill his desires the way he has already filled all of mine? “Stop it, Michelle” I say out loud. After wanting him for so long, and needing so badly to submit completely to him, I can’t let my fears stop me now.

I gasp as I hear the key turn in the door. I quickly move to the door to take his jacket and briefcase for him. I can feel his eyes burning into me as I bend to set his briefcase in the closet. In the next second, I am on my knees as he looms behind me. His hands run through my hair as he holds me to him, and I can feel his cock already growing in his jeans.

“Ah, my good little cumslut, are you ready to hand yourself over to me?”

“Yes, Master,” I reply, “I am yours to do with as you please.” I feel a calmness settle over me, and know that I’ve made the right decision.

Slowly, he turns me to face him. God, I want so badly to rip his clothes off now and take him in my mouth, my pussy, my ass…to feel his cum on my body would be sheer heaven! But I know I must wait for it, so instead I bow my head, trembling at the thought of what’s to come. Slowly, he unzips his jeans and slides them over his hips. “Look, Michelle. Look at what your Master will give you if you’re a good girl.” I raise my eyes and a moan escapes me as I see his cock for the first time. Veins are throbbing wolf like me izle all along its length, and I close my eyes to imagine how it will feel in my pussy.

I’m brought back to reality by the sharp slap of his cock across my cheek. “Did I give you permission to close your eyes? Were you supposed to be daydreaming, girl?”

“I’m sorry, Master,” I reply. “Please forgive my moment of weakness.” In reply, you draw my head to you. I open my mouth and before I have a chance to react, your cock is buried deep in my mouth, and I can feel my throat opening to make room. You wrap your fingers in my hair and begin a slow, leisurely thrusting. All I can think of is how good you taste, and how right this feels.

You begin pumping harder and faster, telling me what a good girl I am to swallow you so well. Harder and faster, deeper and deeper, until I feel a heat building…my pussy is drenched, and my legs begin to shake. You notice too, and suddenly you stop. “Did I give you permission to cum, girl?” I slowly shake my head with tears streaming from my eyes, both from the enormous cock in my throat and the need to cum.

You pull out of my mouth, and keeping your hands wrapped in my hair, pull me to my feet and to the bed. I find myself thrown on the bed on my hands and knees, and quickly drop to my elbows, head between them, in the submissive pose I know you like so much. You grab my hips and pull me back to the edge of the bed. I stifle a scream as you run your fingers down my freshly shaved pussy, feeling how wet I am.

As you stroke my pussy, you warn me. “No noises, little one, or I will stop. If you cum before I allow you to, your fun is over. I will take my things and leave, and you will never hear from me again.” I quietly answer, “Yes, Master, this girl will do her best, Sir.”

Without warning, you plunge two fingers into my wolf pack izle pussy. The shock of it almost makes me cry out, but I bite my lip so hard it bleeds. Working your fingers in and out of me, you sigh with pleasure that I am as tight as you hoped. You slowly withdraw your soaked fingers and tell me that you’d like to see how well my virgin ass can take them. I’m petrified, yet I nod, being careful to not make a sound.

The pleasure is almost more than I can bear when you slowly rim my ass with your fingers. The pleasure turns to pain as you insert both fingers at once into my tight ass. With the fingers of your other hand, you stroke my clit until I relax, and I begin to forget everything except the amazing sensation of your hands on my body. With two fingers of each hand, you fuck my ass and my pussy. I can almost feel your fingers touching as you ream me harder and harder…it is so hard to keep quiet!

Finally, just as I think I can’t take it anymore, you stop. I think I’m getting a break, but I couldn’t be more wrong. You step closer to me and say, “I can’t decide…will I fuck your pussy or your ass?” You rub your cock along the slit of my pussy, and I can’t help but lean back to try and take you inside of me.

SLAP! Tears spring to my eyes as I feel the heat of your palm coming down on my ass. “girl, you do not get to choose. you are not to move unless I say, understood?” I nod yes, tears again streaming from my eyes. This may be more than I can handle…I have never given up control like this before. More decidedly now, you move the head of your cock to my ass, and push ever so slightly against the tight hole. Just as I think you’ve made your decision, you slide back to my pussy. Back and forth you continue, making me insane with desire, but knowing I am helpless to make any movement or noise.

At last, you bring your well lubed cock woman of the dead izle back to my ass. I tremble with fear, afraid of the pain and unknown that comes with my first ass-fucking. “Don’t worry, my little girl. I won’t hurt you,” you say. Slowly, ever so slowly, you push the head of your cock against my ass. I can feel myself opening to you as you slip the tip of your cock into me. With a soft pop, the head enters me, and you slowly begin to pump into me, little by little. Finally I am accustomed to this new feeling of fullness and begin to move with you. You move a little faster, grabbing my hips to pull me farther and farther onto your throbbing cock. Harder now, you pump into me as I moan inwardly, being careful to make no noise.

My head is exploding when you finally give me permission to cum, as long as I am quiet. Straining to impale myself on you, I feel myself let loose as my legs begin to shake uncontrollably…my legs and your balls are soaked with my cum as I spurt in the most intense orgasm I have ever had. At the same time, I feel you growing and throbbing in my ass and hear your breath becoming more and more ragged. With one final thrust, you grab my hair and pull me upward against you. You kiss and bite my neck as you give me the best reward ever-hot, ropy, streams of cum shoot into my ass.

Exhausted, you collapse onto me as we fall forward onto the bed. I lay with your weight on top of me, smiling with the pleasure of knowing that I’ve satisfied you.

“you are a very good girl, Michelle. I may use you again,” you say. I lower my eyes and answer “Yes, Master. This girl would like very much to be used in any manner you see fit, whenever you desire my company.”

After a short rest, you raise your body off of mine. I hide my disappointment as you shower, then dress to leave. After I shower and dress as well, you pull me to you for one final kiss. I watch you pick up your cell phone and bag, and as you walk down the hall, I hear you say “I’m on my way home, honey. I’ll pick up pizza on the way.”

I sigh, knowing that this dream of mine can never be a reality. I pick up my keys and purse, and head home to my family, knowing that I will always have the memory of this amazing forbidden day.

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Author’s note: Well, I’ve been pecking away at my ongoing story off and on, but it’s been a little while since I had one of those moods where I felt driven to sit down and write… and when I did, it was to express a fantasy that had been stuck in my head recently. This poured out of my head and was done in less than 24 hours, and it’s still making me horny so I feel compelled to put it out there as quickly as possible. Hopefully that doesn’t mean it’s too rough-around-the-edges.

I thought about trying to rewrite it so it would fit into my longer narrative, but I have a pretty solid outline for that, so it seems better to let this stand as a one-off on its own.

Hope you enjoy! Feedback/comments are always nice! Feel free to send me a message if you want a safe space to talk about your experiences or fantasies.

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It was towards the end of a pretty satisfying session with my fuck buddy. He was on his back, and I had his cock in my mouth – soft now after I had made him come, but I was still gently licking and suckling at it, my eagerness to clean him off hopefully expressing my thankfulness that he had allowed me to swallow his delicious semen. One hand behind his head, the other was slowly stroking my body, and we both were slowly coming down into the relaxed, post-coital state.

“I told a friend of mine about you,” he said.

I made an interrogative noise around his cock and leaned my head back to look up at his face.

“I was telling him that I had found this inexperienced straight guy who had discovered he loves worshipping cock, and how much he loved serving me.”

I felt a whole burst of emotions at that – a bit of residual embarrassment at being considered a cock worshipper (though that had definitely been fading for the past couple months I’d been coming to get topped by my buddy) but also turned on at the idea that I was enough of a dirty boy, and a good enough lay, to be bragged about.

“He likes chubby guys too. He said he’d love to have a session with you, so I said I’d mention it. I can hook you up if you’d like.”

I took his cock out of my mouth and let my fingers gently stroke from his foreskin to his balls. I tried to gather my thoughts.

“I guess you’re still shy around other guys,” he said.

I bit my lip. “No, it’s not that, I guess. I told you that I really do want to be a slut and I want to serve other men… but I do want to make sure it’s in a situation where I feel… safe.”

“Well, he’s like me. He always uses condoms. And I know him, so he’s not like some random stranger you’d meet on an app. And he’d definitely be able to help you feel like more of a slut.”

As I wondered what that meant, his hand ran along my side, then along my belly, and then moved down to grip the steel cage locked onto my cock.

“How much longer are you going to be in this?”

“At least another couple weeks, depending on what cards I draw in the app.”

“Well, I guess you’re going to be pretty horny for another couple weeks, even after getting fucked today.”

It was quiet as we both continued to lazily touch each others’ bodies for several minutes.

I thought about the next couple weeks. That relaxing glow I got after being fucked was already starting to fade. I thought about how being locked up made me feel so eager to serve other men.

I cleared my throat. “So… if I wanted to meet your friend, how would we set this up?”

* * *

On a cool evening the next week, the Uber was cruising slowly down a suburban street in a neighborhood I wasn’t too familiar with. Mature elm trees along the boulevards. Looked like nice houses, set back far enough that the house numbers were sometimes hard to read as both the driver and myself peered to find the right address.

He dropped me off in front of a well-kept brick house. Two-car garage, with a Ford in the driveway. There was a funny little nervous kick in my stomach as I walked to the front door. Wow! I’m actually doing this, I thought to myself. I hadn’t felt this sort of queasy excitement since I made the big plunge and took the chance to hook up with another man. And now, I’m on my way to get fucked by a complete stranger. The excitement was thrilling. I was nervous, but the ache in my balls as my cock strained in its cage meant there was no way I was going to bail on this.

Besides negotiating a night that worked out for both of us and being given the address, there hadn’t been much communication. It was only now, as I was walking up the sidewalk that I realized I didn’t even know the guy’s name! He had simply texted me, saying, “a friend of mine says you want to come to my place and get fucked.”

And now, I realized, I was here. Moment of truth. On the porch, I texted his number as I had been instructed. “I’m outside now.”

I thought the guy would come to the door to let me in, but instead he texted me back. “front door is open. come in + lock it behind you. wait in the entryway.”

I ataşehir escort followed the instructions, stepping into a bright and warm vestibule. There was a closet on one wall, a bench and coat rack on the other. The place seemed clean and cozy, as much as you can tell from seeing just this much of the house. There was a sliding door at the far end, open just a crack.

My phone buzzed. “get undressed,” the text read. “you can leave your clothes on the bench.”

That got my stomach trembling all over again. This was happening! It was real, and it was exciting in a way I was not expecting. This man, who I hadn’t seen – hadn’t met – was giving me instructions. No, orders.

I kicked off my shoes. I wanted to follow his orders. Feeling embarrassed and eager and nervous and horny all at once, I took off all my clothes, making a neat pile on the bench. By the time I was down to my briefs, I didn’t even pause. They went on top, and I was now naked in this stranger’s house.

My phone buzzed again. I was so excited and nervous I let out a little grunt of surprise.

“take the blindfold from the coat rack and put it on. when its on, stand and face the wall beside the bench”

Wow. Oh… wow. This wasn’t what I was expecting. But it was also far more intense than what I was expecting. I knew I could put my clothes back on and leave, but… I wanted to find out what was going to happen.

There was a leather strip on the coat rack that I hadn’t noticed. I grabbed it and moved over to the far end of the bench and turned so I was facing the wall. I looked at the blindfold. The notch where the nose would fit gave me an orientation for it and when I pulled it in front of my face it covered my range of vision completely. There was a strap on the back with a belt-like clasp, so I fumbled at it a bit until it tightened and the prong found a hole. That done, my arms dropped to my sides.

I heard a noise beside me that I guessed was the sliding door being pulled open.

“Hands on the wall, shoulder height,” a man’s voice said.

As I did that, I could feel him standing next to me. And now, there was another tremendous wave of excitement and nervousness. Naked and blindfolded, ready to offer myself to this stranger.

“Just stand… like that,” his voice said, and then his hands were touching me. Running up and down my sides. Squeezing my shoulder, then reaching around to run over my tits and belly.

“You feel okay? You ready to do this?” Judging by his voice, he sounded like a middle-aged guy, maybe about the same as my regular fuck buddy. The voice had an edge of authority, but it wasn’t mean or threatening.

“I feel… I mean, I am. Yes, sir,” I said, my words coming out in more of a nervous rush than I had intended.

“All right, then. Hands behind your back.”

Without thinking, I complied, and seconds later I felt cold metal press against one wrist and then the other. There were loud clicks as the cuffs locked around my wrists. Even more than before, I was feeling nervous and powerless and very, very turned on.

“Turn around,” the man said, a hand on my shoulder guiding me so my shoulders were now against the wall as a hand on my breastbone pushed me back into it.

Again his hands ran up and down my body, teasing my nipples and then moving down so both were squeezing my flabby belly.

“How much do you weigh?”

“About two forty-five,” I replied. Normally I’d feel awkward to admit that out loud, but the way his hands stroked and squeezed my love handles made it feel different.

“You should gain some more. It looks good on you.”

Then I felt his body press against mine as he leaned up against me. I could feel from the textures along my chest and legs that he was fully clothed. To my surprise, he leaned in and kissed me on the mouth.

It took me a moment to adjust to this. I had told my fuck buddy early on that since I wasn’t gay, I didn’t like kissing guys, and he had never pressed the matter any further. But now, I was getting it full on from this stranger.

I felt his tongue pushing out between my lips. Without really thinking about it, I tilted my head a bit and opened my mouth, letting him penetrate me. It felt weird, but I was also excited. This is what I came here for, I thought to myself, to get penetrated by him. The part of it that seemed the strangest was feeling his stubble rub against my face.

My whole body pinned to the wall, the length of him was pushing against me. Not violently, but insistently. His tongue was doing the same thing… pressing, pushing, entering. He was claiming me, controlling me, and I wanted to let it happen.

He wasn’t in a rush and he kept making out with me like that for several minutes. Sometimes he’d break the kiss and nibble at my earlobes or lick my neck, before ramming his tongue back into my mouth. And most of the time one hand has stroking along the sides of my belly.

“Mmm. You’re avcılar escort a hot one, a sexy one,” he murmured before he lowered his head so he could gently nibble my nipples. That gave me a moment to catch my breath and part of my mind felt weirdly reflective. It’s so funny! All my life I felt so self-conscious about my weight, and now it’s so weird that there are these guys who are into my body type. There was a strange thrill along with that, and after a moment of reflection, I realized maybe that’s what it’s like to feel sexy.

That weird sensation was enhanced as I could sense the man dropping to his knees in front of me, and then, once more, both his hands started squeezing my belly. His tongue licked around my belly-button and then into it. He gripped and licked my flab for a few more minutes before a hand dropped down to the smooth-shaved skin above my caged cock.

“I guess I don’t get to play with this, hey?”

I shook my head. “The key is somewhere I can’t get to it.”

“Too bad, I like making chubby guys squirm when I play with their little dickies. Is that why you put it in this? Because it’s too small to use like a man?”

“I’m about average.” I said. “Almost.”

He chuckled. “Almost. I bet you’re smaller than that.” One hand gripped my balls and the other wiggled the metal tube of my cage. “They say it shrinks if you stay locked up in one of these, is that right?”

“Some guys say that.”

“So do you want your cock locked up so it shrinks down to a little niblet?”

“That’s not why I do it, but I guess… if it shrinks, it shrinks.”

“Then why do you wear this?”

“Because… I guess because the way it makes me horny is different and way more intense. It makes me want to serve men, and it makes… other things feel incredible.”

“Well, I hope it shrinks you right down. Then you could come and show me your big belly and tiny cock while you serve me. Speaking of that…”

He stood up. “Maybe it’s time for you to show that you’re serious about serving a real man.” A hand wrapped around my bicep, guiding me. “Through here.”

He led me past the sliding door, and then after a few feet we turned again, and I sensed we were entering a larger space, probably the garage based on what I could guess of the layout I saw from the street. The air was a little cooler in here, especially on my naked body.

I was walking across plastic or some kind of mat. He guided me around unseen furniture and then helped me lower myself to my knees. I was glad the floor was padded below me, and not bare concrete.

In front of me I heard some rustling, and then a zip that sounded like he was taking off his pants. I could sense him stepping back in front of me, and now there was also… a smell. A body smell. Man-sweat.

His hand gripped the back of my head and pushed it forward into what I assumed was his underwear. The smell was overwhelming now. Sweat and musk and a bit of piss. But very, very strong.

“I wanted to be ready for you,” he said, “so I’ve been wearing these for five days now… ever since you texted me. I’ve worked out in these and slept in them. No showers. I think they’re getting a little ripe now, don’t you think?”

I muttered something as his hand kept pressing my face against his hip. But then he released me, and I tilted my head back to get a breath.

“I want you to get a sense of the cock you’re gonna worship tonight, so you can go ahead and lick my cock and balls through these.”

Feeling a little dizzy, I started doing just that. I had to explore around a bit, gumming at the fabric until I could sense the outline of his mostly-soft cock. Once I had traced it out, I tried to wrap my lips around the head through the cloth, meaning that my spit was now soaking into it, activating all of the stink that had dried into it.

“That’s right,” he said as I felt his cock twitch, somewhere hidden from me. “Suck all my sweat out. Show me you deserve a taste of my cock.”

I ducked down and tilted my head to get at what I thought were his balls, my tongue lapping along the front of the underwear. I could taste dried piss now along with the other flavors, and part of me thought I should be disgusted with this. But the bulk of my brain – the part of it wired into my pheromone receptors, I assume – was telling me don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.

His cock was filling out now, and it was getting easier for me to move my lips along the length of his shaft, as if I were trying to play a flute wrapped in a gym sock. The whole front of the underwear was damp from my spit as I kept working at his tool.

Finally, I felt him pushing my forehead back. “Okay, I think you got it hard enough that you deserve a reward. You can use your teeth to take my underwear off.”

That was not as easy as it sounded. Trying to tug at the waistband without using my hands was not easy, and it took a couple minutes, but I got the impression that he was avrupa yakası escort enjoying watching me struggle at it. Finally, I got them over his hips and freed his cock and I could sense the underwear falling to the ground. Two little half-steps implied he was stepping out of them, and then he moved back in front of my face.

“You’re almost ready to worship my cock. Get down and lick my fucking balls.”

Feeling the presence of his cock in front of me, by trial and error I ducked until I found his ballsack. It was smooth and hairless and his balls seemed to be big and dangling. The smell of him was different and more intense now that he was out of the filthy underwear, and once I was orientated, I started by licking around and under his balls as much as I could, breathing in an incredible musky wave before licking his scrotum proper, and then, slowly sucking one of his balls into my mouth. Then I repeated the procedure on his other side, and he made a humming sound as I applied a very ginger suction to the other testicle in my mouth. After that, I did my best to lick the entirety of his ballsack clean, turning my head sideways to give long strokes along the warm dangling orbs in front of me.

He pulled his balls away from my mouth. I took a deep breath, wondering if I was going to get to experience his cock now. But he had another assignment for me. “You better clean my asshole too, before you can get to my cock.”

Turning away from me, he must have had something to lean on in front of him, as I could sense him bending over as he pushed his butt into my face. The smell back here was different, and as my tongue began exploring to find his asshole, I discovered it was incredible. I can’t lie… licking assholes was one of the things that excited me most about serving men, and this hole was the most amazing one I had encountered. There was a salty, sweaty tang, and something bitter as well. I guess I didn’t have to pretend to myself what those flavors were… after all, he had been, um, using his asshole in the regular way for the past five days without showering. Logically, I could tell what I must be tasting, but the truth of it was that I didn’t care one iota. It was delicious.

Either he also enjoyed getting rimmed or he could tell I was really into it, as he let me lick his asshole for an extended amount of time, and I did my best to lick his whole area clean before using my tongue to make out with his hole in the same way he had been kissing me earlier. Eventually, though, he moved away.

I moaned involuntarily. “Thank you,” I said, with complete earnestness. “Your asshole is incredible. Thank you for letting me lick it clean.”

“I knew you’d like it,” he said. “Our mutual friend said you were especially a slut for rimming.” In the back of my mind, some part of me was impressed that two men had had a conversation about my propensity for licking assholes.

After that, I had almost forgotten about what I was going to get next, until he stepped back in front of me and began slapping my cheeks with his hard cock.

“C’mon, get your mouth on it,” he teased as it darted from one side of my face to the other. I tried to guess where he was moving it, but he kept smacking my cheeks until I managed to wrap my lips around the head.

And then I was sucking his cock.

This was also fantastic. Without being able to evaluate it with eyes or hands, at first it felt gigantic as I started moving up and down his shaft. I paused and licked it up and down and suckled on the circumcised head before getting back to full-on sucking, and as I started to take it deeper I was more able to appreciate what I was working with. I could tell, from the way I was stretching my jaw, that he was a bit thicker than my fuck buddy, but when I did my best to push the head down my throat I could feel my nose brushing against his smooth-shaved stomach as my gag reflex started, so it seemed to be about the same length as my usual top. So, a fairly average cock, though on the thicker side.

And it was also quite delicious. Especially the crevasses along the base of it that had that salt-sweat taste, but as I kept sucking there was also a subtle-but-intoxicating favor to his pre-come.

With my hands still cuffed behind my back I couldn’t gain much leverage, and I had to be careful as I was bobbing my head not to go too deep and start gagging. I hadn’t been sucking cocks for all that long, and I didn’t think I was really good yet, but whatever I was doing seemed to do the trick, and this stranger seemed satisfied with my efforts. At least he didn’t need to remind me, as my regular top did, to keep my mouth tight, and to keep the suction on his cock.

I had no idea how long I had been sucking him for, but I could hear and feel some of the cues I’d been learning that he was getting along. He was breathing a little more heavily now, and I felt his balls twitch against my chin. I was wondering if he was going to let this go all the way to completion when I heard him take a deep breath and pull his cock away from me.

“Phoo! That’s enough of that for now. I don’t think you want me to blow my load yet, do you?”

“However you want to,” I said, as I also started to catch my breath. “I’d love to taste your come, but I want to do whatever lets you have the best time and the best orgasm.”

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As I walked through my door, I heard odd sounds coming from the living room. From the sounds, it was like someone was having sex and I wondered if I had walked in on my parents getting it on. Though I had seen Myra’s and another strange car in the driveway. Since my parents generally parked in the garage, no one would know who is home.

When I reached the living room, I saw a thick looking brunette with a pink sheer thong that had something poking out between her legs. From my first sight of her thick thighs and big ass, I hoped it wasn’t a dick between her legs but I have been disappointed before. She seemed to be nude other than that with her hair in a ponytail that was raised a bit and came down just past her shoulders. She hadn’t noticed me as she was wagging her ass as she was too preoccupied with her current job.

My eyes then darted up and I noticed that her head was buried inside my sister’s pussy and my anger began to rise. Her eyes were closed as she seemed to be getting close to orgasm. Then just as I thought she was going to cum and feel my anger break, she pushed the unknown brunette away from her as she yelled out, “NOO! I can’t cum until my Master allows me!”

Just as she finished saying this, I could see her chest heaving as she was trying to stop her orgasm and hold it just at the breaking point. Her eyes then opened and she smiled and screamed, “MASTER! MASTER YOU’RE HOME!”

“Just what the fuck do you think you are doing?” I growled loudly. At that moment, knowing she had disappointed me, I knew punishment was in order.

“Master I-I was waiting for you to cum. Please let me cum Master. I have been holding it…” Myra said only for me to put up his hand.

“You directly disobeyed my orders. My second rule was that I own your body which means you are not allowed to be touched like this by anyone without my express permission,” Freddy responded with anger in his voice.

Myra could see the anger in his eyes as a tear fell from her eye. All thought of her orgasm subsided as she felt she had failed her Master. She then quickly jumped up, pushing away her friend who looked confused at her as she ran up to Freddy and knelt before him burying her face into the hardwood floors while her hands sat right next to her head in a submissive position. “Please forgive the misconstrued reasoning for allowing your slave to be pleasured by her slave.”

“I don’t know if this is forgivable,” Freddy sneered.

“P-Please Master. I will do anything. Please don’t release me for my misjudgment,” Myra begged between her sobs.

It was apparent to me that she was crying on the floor as I could hear her sniffles. I crouched down in front of her using my hand to bring her chin up to look me in the eyes. Her eyes were red and puffy and it looked like she had been crying for longer than she had but I realized it must have really upset her more than I had initially thought. I stared directly into those greenish-brown eyes and made myself very clear. “Myra. This is your one get out of jail free card. I didn’t expect this from you, so I am giving you one more try. If you defy me like this again, we stop this and nothing you do or say will ever have me being intimate with you or allowing you close to me like we have been the past couple days. I want you to first go over and release your slave. Then you are to go upstairs and bring down a strap-on dildo that you have up there, and make sure it has something to please the other person, along with a crop as well and a pair of handcuffs. Make sure you take at least 10 minutes before you come back downstairs as I need to talk to your friend there. If you complete your punishment, then I will consider the matter closed and we will no longer speak of this. Do you understand me SLUT!” I stated drawing out the last word.

She nodded vehemently, “Yes Master. I will do whatever it takes to get back in your good graces.”

I stood back up, “Good. Now complete the tasks I have set for you.”

Myra jumped up quickly and forced her brunette friend to kneel before her, luckily she was on a blanket and pillows so that she didn’t hurt her knees. She gave her the same speech she had given Allie and the brunette was released from being her slave. The girl stood and they shared a light kiss before hugging each other.

“Permission to be excused to get the items you requested Master?” Myra asked as she walked up and bowed her head before her while also keeping her hands clasped together with her left over top of her right before her.

“Granted, slave. Now get to it,” I answered though still showed my anger through my voice. Normally I would have swatted her ass showing her how much I loved that cute butt of hers, but this time I had to refrain from doing it as I wanted her to know how angry I was.

Once Myra was gone, I turned my attention to her brunette friend. “And who might you be?” I asked.

“I’m kartal escort Krystal, Myra’s friend and former slave,” she responded with a smile.

Krystal was definitely a chubby girl with thick thighs, a chubby tummy, and large breasts. Her figure reminded me of a tad bit smaller version of my mother but with smaller breasts and probably a lot less sagging as Krystal’s breasts did not seem to sag as much from what I had seen of her tits so far. Her skin was also tan much like Myra’s. One thing I could say is that she was a goddess in her own skin and she definitely looked comfortable being close to naked in front of me. I was extremely glad to see that the thing between her legs was not a dick but more a vibrator that had been stuffed into her pussy.

“I’m Freddy, Myra’s brother,” I responded putting out my hand to her as she gasped, her eyes going wide in shock. “What? Don’t see too many brother’s dominating their sisters?” I asked with a smirk on my face.

“No I don’t. I have seen a couple husbands and boyfriends but never a brother,” Krystal said, blushing as she put her hair behind her ear.

“Well. I guess that leaves us with one question now doesn’t it. I’m building up my newly found harem of slaves and would love to have you join. Are you looking to have a new Master since your Mistress has released you?” I asked, almost giddy if she said yes.

She sauntered over to me shaking her hips as she brought her lips close to mine, “I was actually going to ask Myra for my release as I found a guy that I want to try to have a normal relationship with. However,” her lips curved to a lustful smile, “if it doesn’t work out between us. I will definitely take you up on your offer.”

Just as she went to take a step back, I brought my hand up to behind her head and put my other arm around her pulling her back close to me as she gasped at the sudden movement. “Well you aren’t dating him yet, now are you?” She shook her head. “Good. Then why don’t I give you a preview of what I have to offer.”

She was biting her lip as my lips took hers. I then pushed my tongue into her mouth and let me say this woman really knew how to use her tongue. Her arms went around me as I brought my other arm down and gripped both of those large orbs she called an ass as she moaned into my mouth. I slapped both ass cheeks, one at a time as she squealed into my mouth with each slap. I then pulled back from her lips and smiled at her, “Why don’t you show me how you can handle a cock?”

Her lips curved into a seductive smile as she nodded, “Yes sir, but are you asking or telling me?”

“Drop to your knees and show me how good you are with a cock in your mouth, slut,” I replied in an authoritative voice.

She moaned at my words and without any further hesitation, she dropped down. I kicked off my shoes and she unbuckled and unbuttoned my slacks and pulled them down along with my boxers. “I can see why Myra submitted to you.”

“Actually, I tied her up and force-fucked her and made her submit to me. She then told me I was what she was looking for the whole time and from then on out, she has been my loyal slave. Though she does need to learn her place as she still sees herself as a Mistress,” I replied.

“Please don’t be too angry with her. I have never seen her act around a man like she does with you. Yes I’ve seen her fuck guys, but it was always on her terms. The way she dropped to her knees in front of you and started to cry as she begged for forgiveness made me realize how much she wants… no needs, to belong to you. Just know that if you release her, she will never be complete and will become a shell of her former self. She is strong willed and may test your boundaries but she is a loving and caring person,” Krystal stated. She had some good points and I did already know how loving and caring my sister was but she also needed to be taught her place if she was going to serve me. A slave, to a Master, who did what they wanted and broke the rules was a slap in the face to the Master. Her devotion to me needed to be complete for me to give her exactly what she wanted. Little did any of them know the truth behind why I was really doing this and why it had to be a certain way.

Krystal kept eye contact with me as she licked the tip of my cock. Slowly she licked up each side of my cock, even running her tongue around it in ways I didn’t know was possible; then she engulfed it. Now I wasn’t one to be a huge fan of deep throating, but when this girl did it, man did it feel fucking fantastic. Her mouth felt sublime as she pulled back and went up and down on my cock.

I stood there getting one of the best blowjobs of my life as I heard someone coming down the steps. Though I hadn’t asked about our parents yet, at the moment I just didn’t give a fuck who it was and would deal with the consequences.

“Master, I have the items you requested,” I heard Myra say almost in a whisper as she stood behind me.

“Come over here so I can see you slave,” I ordered. She came around to stand in front of me and glanced kaynarca escort down at her friend sucking my cock. No doubt about it, she was thinking about how she wanted to be the one doing that. “Good job slave. Now tell me. Where are our parents? I don’t want to have them interrupt us while we are doing the next part of your punishment.”

“Mom is upstairs in her room, tied up at the moment, and won’t bother us. Dad had to fly out this morning for a business trip and won’t be back until later this week,” Myra answered.

In her voice I could still hear her sniffles, and she was still teary eyed. I did feel bad for how she felt, but she did make the decision to disobey me and needed to be punished. I had thought of something much worse but didn’t want to hurt my sister and didn’t know if I could cause her any physical pain, other than a series of spankings or something else like that.

“Excellent. Now we may proceed then.” I looked down to Krystal who looked like she was enjoying herself way too much, not that I was complaining, and tapped the top of her head causing her to stop and look back up at me. “Time to stop now sweetie. Though you did look like you were having the time of your life.”

As she stood up and came nose to nose with me again she smiled with that seductive smile again, “You have a wonderful cock and I truly hope my soon to be boyfriend has something close to what you have here otherwise I may just have to come back to you.”

I smiled back at her with a sinful smile, “You are always welcome to take your side by me. But now I need your help with something else.” She arched her eyebrow at me as I kissed her lips for a moment, knowing this would upset Myra. Once I released her lips, I looked to my sister and smiled, “Your friend here has decided to not become my slave as she has found someone she is willing to give a try for a normal relationship. Though I am going to ask for her help with your punishment.” I took the strap-on and handed it to Krystal as I looked her in the eyes, “Please put this on and sit on the couch over there,” I said pointing to the seat.

Krystal nodded and I waited for her to get into position. I then took the other two items from Myra and took her by the wrist over to the couch. “Sit on the plastic cock and face away from me,” I told Myra, “And don’t you dare fucking cum until I say so.” I grabbed her hair just as she was getting on the cock and forced her to look at me, “OR ELSE!” I growled.

“Yes Master,” she responded in a whisper.

Once Myra was in position, I took the handcuffs and hooked up her hands behind her back in an L formation. She would be able to slide her hands back and forth but not release the cuffs without assistance. “Now Krystal. Myra will need your help to keep her body up straight but she will also need you for something else as well.”

Krystal nodded understanding the first part but waited for further instructions. I got behind Myra and used some lube from Krystal’s pussy juice as I put a finger to my mouth to tell her to be quiet about it as she slyly nodded. I lubed up my cock with her well lubricated juices and once ready I set my cock to her dark hole.

I slowly pushed my cock into Myra’s ass and I could feel her body shutter. I could see the expression on the face of Krystal that she knew what was going on and was watching Myra’s face.

“HOLY FUCK MASTER!” Myra screamed out as my cock head passed her rosebud and slowly went inside her ass.

Once I got about halfway in, I stopped and whispered into Myra’s ear, “How does it feel to have a cock buried in your tight ass slut.”

“It hurts Master… but it also feels good as well. I had wanted you to be the first to have me back there, but not like this Master,” Myra responded.

“This is your punishment slave. Now you may not orgasm until you have made your friend cum and made your Master cum. I don’t want to hear you begging me for orgasms or anything other than how good it feels. Then and only then can you ask for your orgasm and I will only allow you to have it if you are good. If you fail at any part of this, I will release you right here and now and will no longer have anything to do with you,” I said to her.

“Yes Master. I will serve you faithfully and will not disappoint you at all. I know it was my hand that forced this and for that, I will never forgive myself. But I do hope that you can forgive me one day,” Myra replied as she turned her head back to me and I could see the tears in her eyes.

I kissed her full lips and felt her tongue enter my mouth. Once we stopped kissing, I spoke up again, “Like I said before. Once you have fulfilled your punishment, the matter is closed. And I don’t expect to hear about it again. Though if you would like, you can explain your mistake to your sister slave so she will know not to make the same mistake but, I don’t want her coming to me asking questions about it!”

Myra then nodded as I used the couch to push myself back up. “Krystal. Since you are not under my control, you are kozyatağı escort allowed to cum as much as you want. And my slave here is not allowed to cum until both of us have cum either. So if you want, you can hold back as long as you want. Or you can just let it go and allow her to cum sooner than she should be allowed to.”

Krystal then nodded knowing that Myra’s life was practically in her hands at the moment. I then pulled my cock back and started to fuck Myra’s ass. Each time my cock would go in as far as I would allow it, Myra would grunt though I didn’t know if it was in pain or pleasure. Other than her grunts and the occasional moan, not a word came out of Myra.

After a good ten minutes of me and Krystal fucking my sister hard, Krystal announced her orgasm. “Oh God!” she yelled out, “I’m CMMMMM…!” she screamed as her orgasm took her over. Though it looked like a good one, it wasn’t one of those earth-shattering ones that I had given Myra or Allie. I knew I could give her so much more but she declined to join my group.

I kept pounding away at Myra’s ass hearing her making noises but not a word came out of those lips. “Are you ready to give in slave?” I whispered into Myra’s ear.

She shook her head, “Not … a … fucking … chance … Master!” she replied through ragged breaths. I could see that her nails were digging into her skin as she looked close to drawing blood.

Just as Krystal was coming down from her orgasm, I saw her starting to buck her hips. I then leaned forward and whispered into Myra’s ear, “I want you to kiss your friend slave and I had better see some tongue in there as well.” As I pulled back from her, I bit her earlobe causing her to moan.

Myra’s body shuddered and then shook as I knew she was near orgasm and she was going to lose her battle and disobey me. She moved her face closer to her friend and licked Krystal’s nose.

Krystal then looked up and brought her hands up to cup her face and the two women started to make out. This had given me better access to Myra’s ass as she tilted her hips ever so slightly and to add to the lady’s pleasure, I reached down beneath me and was able to run my fingers around Krystal’s slit.

“FUCKING SHIT!” Krystal screamed out as I started to play with her.

I then used my other hand to pull Myra’s hair back thus pulling her body closer to me. “You have been a good slave so far. However, I have decided to release you from your pain since I am a caring Master.” I saw tears in her eyes as she looked over at me. “When your friend cums, I want you to cum with her and show her the orgasms I can give you.” I then kissed her lips and she immediately pushed her tongue into my mouth as I made out with my sister. My cock never missed a beat as I continued to plunge her asshole.

“Cum for me Krystal. I want to see you soak this couch with your nectar,” I called out. My fingers were able to get around part of the strap-on that was inside of her pussy and flick her clit back and forth giving her that extra nudge.

“What the hell?” Krystal yelled out as she didn’t know it was me playing with her. She then arched her back as she screamed out in orgasm.

I pulled my hand back from her pussy and reached around Myra to pinch, twist and pull on her hard nipple. With my other hand still tied around her hair, I only had one hand to play with them. “You may cum now slave,” I told Myra in a commanding voice as I pounded her ass with everything I had.

Her ass had been tighter than any pussy I had been in and she had worked her anal muscles to the limit as I could feel her starting to loosen her grip on my cock. It still felt wonderful to me but I realized that Myra was losing all control of her body.

She then screamed out, what I didn’t know as it just came out sounding like a loud screaming baby’s babble. Her body shook violently and I had to release her hair and nipple as I wrapped my arms around her to keep her from jerking us off to the left or right or even forward and hitting her friend in the forehead. The last thing I needed was for them to get knocked out and both get concussions from this.

Then just as quickly as it had started, her body went limp. I quickly pulled out of her with a ‘plop’ sound and picked her up off the strap on and had Krystal move over, who was in the midst of her own orgasm, as I laid Myra down on the couch. After a few seconds, she started to breathe, though I hadn’t realized she stopped. Her chest heaved for a few minutes while I sat there with her, running my hands through her silky hair and rubbing her tummy. When her breathing returned to normal, she looked to be out of the world as her body was still limp.

I stood up getting ready to make my way upstairs and get cleaned up, also wanting to check on my mom as something about how Myra explained what Mom was up to didn’t sit right to me.

Just as I turned to walk away, I felt a hand on my wrist as I turned back around. Krystal had pleading eyes that were mixed with lust as she spoke, “You haven’t cum yet. Please let me be the vessel of your desire so that you can cum since your slave is currently out of commission?” As she begged for this she looked down at Myra with a smirk on her face making me think she was either jealous or envious of her situation. When she looked back to me, she was biting her bottom lip and had moved a hand under the strap-on that was still attached.

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Amber Zucchero had always been quiet in high school. On the day of graduation, there was a big blow out for the seniors of the three high schools around: Lakewood Academy, Boston River Preparatory, and Blackpool Hall. Amber attended Blackpool Hall, which was a school for girls. Boston River was a boys’ school, and Lakewood was for both boys and girls.

It had been difficult for Amber in school, because her boyfriend, Ben Radcliffe, didn’t go to Boston River, but to Lakewood. Lakewood was known for its excellent cheerleading squad, which made Amber very jealous. While she was physically fit, she was always soft and never toned, like her jock boyfriend. She constantly wondered why they were even a couple. A year or so ago, she would have said that it was because they loved each other, but she wasn’t so sure now.

At the blow out, her two best friends, Rose and Kitty, handed her a can of beer and told her to relax. Amber wanted to relax. All three girls had graduated within the top five and were set to go to Ivy League schools the following September. But something was eating at her that night, and it sure wasn’t Ben. Ben had, in fact, eaten her a few times, but he was always upset when Amber asked him to.

“Can’t you, like, use a vibrator, or something?” Ben had asked. “Now, give me a hand job.”

Amber sometimes detested the way that Ben talked to her. But she hadn’t been noticed until sophomore year, when they’d begun dating. Neither had Rose and Kitty, for that matter. But, they soon fell in with the jock crowd behind Amber and were soon dating Carson Webber and Harry Daniels respectively.

“You need to relax,” said Rose, putting a hand on Amber’s shoulder. “And where is Ben at?”

“I don’t know,” said Amber, taking a sip of beer. She never drank, but she knew that there would be something about tonight that she’d have to block out somehow.

“Well, he’d better come stand with you,” said Kitty, tossing her pretty black hair and looking around. “Harry,” she said, motioning him and Carson over to them. “Maybe they can tell us something,” she said, turning back to Amber and Rose.

When the boys arrived, kissing their respective girlfriends on the cheek and offering them chips and dip from their plates, looked expectantly at all three of them.

“What’s up?” Carson asked.

“Why did you call us over here?” Harry inquired.

Amber took another sip of beer. “Do you know where Ben is?”

“Well, we–” Harry began.

Carson cleared his throat loudly, with a look at Harry. “No,” he said in a stage-fake voice. “No, we do not. We do not know where our friend Ben is tonight, at this moment.”

“Man, Carson, I am tired of lying for him,” Harry complained, putting his arm around Kitty and turning to Amber. “I’m really sorry, Amber. Ben has been cheating on you for the last six months.”

Amber dropped her beer can, and beer went all over Carson. She ignored Carson’s scream of protest and shook her head. “What do you mean, cheating on me?!” she cried. “Where is he, really? Tell me what is going on, Harry, please!”

“You’d better tell her,” said Kitty, crossing her arms.

Harry sighed. “Okay. Ben’s been screwing the head cheerleader, you know, Mandy Anderson?”

“She should be a junior!” Amber cried in disgust. “She’s barely seventeen yet she managed to somehow skip a grade! We’re all eighteen here! He could go to jail!”

“Not gonna happen,” Carson said. “Remember? Mandy’s daddy is the chief of police, and he loves Ben like a son.”

“Oh, my God,” Amber said, stepping three steps away from them. Then she turned toward a little cabin above the rocks, just next to the lighthouse on the beach. She made sure her sandals were buckled properly before going to the rocks and beginning to climb. She heard her friends shouting at her to come down, but she didn’t listen. She climbed all the way to the top in under ten minutes, and thanked God there wasn’t any reception here, as Carson would have probably called Ben by now.

Amber stepped up to the cabin door and opened it, before going inside and carefully shutting it behind her. She looked around the dark room and saw a little light under a door just a few feet away from her. Getting all of her courage, she advanced upon it, and threw the door open so that it crashed against the wall behind it.

“What the fuck?!” she screamed at Ben.

Ben’s eyes looked freaked, like he knew he’d been caught in a lie. “Amber!” he cried, looking around. “This isn’t what it looks like!”

“How Hollywood actor of you,” Amber said sarcastically. “You’re fucking Mandy, Ben! How could you?!”

Mandy looked away from Amber. “Geez, would you go away?”

“No, I will not go away, you slut! I want to talk to the son of a bitch next to you, who’s been my boyfriend for two years!” She went up close to the bed and pulled out Ben, who stood naked in front of her. “Ben, why?” she asked.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Because I wanted to…?”

Amber reached out and slapped him in the face. “That’s it!” acıbadem escort she cried, narrowing her eyes at him. “We are over!” and she left Ben and Mandy alone in the cabin.

Two weeks later, Amber was home alone. Her father had surprised her mother with a trip to the Caribbean, and her brother Andy was with their grandmother, so she had the house to herself. She’d told her parents about the break up, and how a week home alone would be the perfect thing to take her mind off of it. She’d sleep in, stay up late, and try to laugh at normal, every day things.

Then, one day, she received a knock at the door. Careful to look through the peephole before opening the door, she saw Mandy standing outside on the porch. Surprised, Amber opened the door.

“Mandy?” she asked.

Mandy looked up, her green eyes taking in Amber’s blue ones. “Hi,” she said, lowering her eyes again. “Can I come in?”

“Yes, of course,” Amber said, stepping back.

Mandy entered the house and Amber shut the door behind her. “I broke things off with Ben,” she said, going into the living room.

“Oh,” Amber said. “Do you want something to drink?”

Mandy shook her head. “Did you hear me?” she asked. “I said that I broke up with Ben…? I did it as a birthday present to myself.”

“Oh, you’re eighteen now?” Amber asked as they both sat down. “Wow, that’s great. Congrats,” she said.

Mandy sighed. “I’ve got to tell you the real reason why I broke up with him,” she said.

“Let me guess,” Amber said, and Mandy shrugged. “Um, you either like somebody else, or you realized the error of your ways in taking him from me and hope now to give him back?”

“You don’t love Ben, Amber,” Mandy said.

Amber blinked. “Excuse me?”

“And besides, you were right about the first part of your analogy. I do like somebody else.”

“Oh,” Amber said. “Who?”

Mandy rolled her eyes. “God, you are so clueless sometimes!” she said, and giggled. “Here. Let me show you.”

“You have a picture on your phone?” Amber asked.

Mandy shook her head. “Not last time I checked.” Then she scooted across the couch and was nose to nose with Amber. “I’ll show you,” she whispered, and opened her mouth, meeting it with Amber’s. Just as her tongue managed to creep through the older girls’ lips, Amber suddenly and unexpectedly pulled away.

“What the hell are you doing?!” she cried.

Mandy blinked. “I was showing you,” she said, putting her hand onto Amber’s knee. “I’m in love with you.”

“No, no you’re not,” Amber said, getting to her feet. “I think you should go now. Right now,” she said, and pointed to the door.

Mandy got to her feet as well. “All right,” she said, dejected. She walked to the door and didn’t look back as she shut it behind her.

Amber slowly brought her fingers to her lips. She ran her index finger over both of them. Then she stuck her tongue out and licked them. Mandy had been wearing a cinnamon-flavored lip gloss, which had contradicted with Amber’s sugary bubblegum one. Slowly, Amber sank to the floor and put her head into her hands to think. Nobody had ever kissed her like that before, that was for sure.

Three days later, Amber couldn’t take it anymore. She logged on to her favorite social networking site and managed to find Mandy’s number. She called it, and waited desperately for an answer.

“Hello?” came Mandy’s voice.

Amber let out a sigh of relief. “Mandy, it’s Amber.”

“Oh. Hi.”

“Hi. I was wondering if you could come over?”

Mandy sounded interested. “Okay. When?”

“Are you busy later today?” Amber asked.

“No, I’m not.”

“Great. Come around seven, okay?”

“Okay.”

Amber smiled. “Thanks,” she said. “See you later.”

Amber stepped out of the steaming shower at approximately six-fifteen. She sat in front of the mirror and blow dried her hair so as if hung shiny and loose around her pretty face. Then she rubbed her body all over with her vanilla lotion, and set to work at painting her fingernails and toenails a brilliant scarlet.

By that time, it was after six-thirty. Then Amber went into her bedroom and took ten minutes deciding just exactly which lingerie outfit to wear. She wanted to impress Mandy with her natural Double-D breasts, and her black silk trimmed with red ribbon seemed perfect. It was a beautiful piece, strapless, ruffly, and it had those thin stockings that attached to it. Her shapely legs always looked hot.

Then she decided to go barefoot and forget the stockings, and it was hot out, and she’d need to show off her toenail polish. She put on the sexy attire and the matching silk black robe and chose a Chanel perfume. She’d just lightly sprayed her neck, back of her ears, her wrists, and between her soft breasts as the doorbell rang.

Making sure that her robe was tied correctly, Amber made her way downstairs. She was thankful that she’d bought red roses to put over every surface of her bedroom, and those candles that akbatı escort didn’t require matches for her bedside table. She checked the door’s peephole, and saw Mandy standing there in a pretty, sleeveless blue dress.

Opening the door a crack, Amber whispered, “Shut your eyes.”

Mandy smirked but did as she was told.

“Give me your hand,” Amber said.

Mandy held out her hand to Amber and Amber quickly pulled her inside her house and shut the door behind her. Then she guided her hand to the silk string on her robe.

“Pull,” Amber ordered. Mandy pulled and Amber’s robe came off of her and went around her ankles. “Open your eyes,” Amber said.

Mandy opened her eyes. They widened when they saw Amber’s appearance and slowly went up to her face. “What’s this?” she asked, her voice completely awestruck.

Amber smiled. “What do you think?” she asked.

Mandy shook her head. “I don’t know.”

Amber’s smile turned into a grin as she walked close to Mandy. Amber began to kiss Mandy’s throat, and smiled against her skin when she heard Mandy’s little sigh of delight. She put her lips to the younger girls’ ear and whispered, “Why don’t we go upstairs?”

Mandy eagerly nodded and Amber pulled back, taking her by the hand. She led her upstairs to her perfectly prepared bedroom, and allowed Mandy to marvel for a moment all Amber had done. “You did all of this for me?” she asked, looking at Amber.

Amber nodded. “I think I love you, too,” she said.

Mandy gasped and they fell into each others arms, kissing and touching. As they stumbled to Amber’s bed, they both began to laugh. Amber picked up Mandy and playfully threw her onto the bed, and giggling in happiness that she’d remembered to shut her curtains. She carefully unbuttoned Mandy’s dress and slipped it over her head, marveling at her beautiful C-cup breasts, which were ready and waiting for her mouth.

Amber mounted Mandy and kissed her passionately on the mouth. She then traveled sideways to her throat again and sucked on her, leaving love bites up and down her neck. All the while, Mandy moaned as Amber went lower and lower to her breasts. She breathed warm air onto them, causing Mandy’s nipples to stick out.

“Do you want me to suck on them?” Amber asked, taking one of Mandy’s breasts into her hand.

“Oh, please suck on my breasts,” Mandy begged.

Amber grinned and leaned down, taking Mandy’s breast into her mouth. She sucked them both like a baby for the next five minutes, while her free hand crept downward, into Mandy’s underwear. She easily found her clit and began rubbing that and sucking her breasts all at once.

Mandy’s moans began to accelerate, and she slapped the bed a few times during her waves of pleasure. “Oh, don’t stop!” she cried. “Oh, baby, please don’t stop!”

“There’s no way in hell I’m going to stop,” Amber said. “God, your moans turn me on so much!” She continued sucking for another minute or so, before stopping. “Mandy, do you want me to lick your pussy?” she asked the younger girl.

Mandy nodded. “Oh, God, yes…”

“Do you want to come?” Amber asked.

The girl nodded again. “Fuck yeah,” she said.

“Are you gonna come all over my face?” Amber asked, taking off Mandy’s underwear. “Are you going to?”

“Yes!” Mandy screamed as Amber began sucking, kissing, and gently biting at her inner thighs. “God, Amber… I am going to come so fucking hard in your mouth! Then I’m going to make you come so much…!”

Amber reached up and gently touched Mandy’s lips. “Save your energy, then,” she said, giving her a grin. Then she lowered her head and spread out Mandy’s legs. She placed her face in between them, savoring the heat and the scent that came off of Mandy’s pussy. Then she stuck out her tongue and gently began to lick the outside of it.

Mandy began to moan again, her eyes shutting in a wave of pleasure. “Oh, God, lick me more!” she cried.

Amber chuckled and opened her mouth before closing her lips onto Mandy’s pussy. She began munching on it, much to Mandy’s pleasure. As the five minute mark of munching on her sweet clit and hole passed, Mandy’s hips began to buck furiously back and forth. Amber began licking and munching faster and faster.

“Oh, God,” Mandy said. “Oh, God, this is it. This is it, Amber! Oh, God, oh, God, oh, god! Fuuuck! Don’t stop… I’m cumming…I’m cumming…I’m cumming– Oh, fuck yeah!” she screamed just as Amber’s mouth filled with Mandy’s sweet juices.

“Do you want to taste your pussy?” Amber asked.

Mandy nodded. “Anything for your tongue in my mouth again,” she whispered, and pulled Amber close to her. “Mmm,” she said as their tongues met and as Amber continued to play with her clit. “That’s really nice, Amber.”

Amber chuckled. “All in a day’s work. You taste amazing, by the way,” she said, giggling.

Mandy laughed. “I know. I was thinking about you these past three days and how much I love you. I would fuck myself every night with…my aksaray escort fingers and other things.”

“Other things?” Amber asked. “What other things?”

Mandy smirked and wriggled out from under Amber. She crossed the room to where she’d dropped her purse and unzipped it. Then she took out a six inch strap on, and waved it in the air. “It’s way better if someone’s doing it to you, or so I’ve heard. But…well, I haven’t experienced it…”

Amber’s eyes widened in delight. “Let’s use it!” she cried.

Mandy grinned. “Then take off that outfit so I can see your gorgeous body and fuck you with this,” she said.

Amber got off the bed and turned around. “It’s easier if someone helps me,” she said.

Mandy scoffed sarcastically and tucked the strap on under her arm. Then she pulled down the outfit that Amber was wearing, and caressed her perfect ass. “God, your ass is incredible,” she whispered.

“Thank you,” Amber giggled, crossing back to the bed and lying on her back, spreading her legs for Mandy. “Do you have lube?” she asked. “Or do I have to wet my pussy?”

“Wet your pussy,” Mandy said. “That’s what I always do. And I would give anything to see your pussy naturally wet.”

Amber grinned and licked her fingers before putting them onto her pussy and rubbing a bit.

“Why don’t you… Fuck yourself,” Mandy said. “I want to watch you fuck yourself,” she said.

Amber smiled. “All right,” she said, and made sure that her fingers were in a good spot on her clit. Then she rubbed and rubbed and rubbed, and it took her less than two minutes to get her off.

“Incredible,” Mandy whispered as Amber calmed down after her beautiful orgasm. “God, you’re so fucking hot when you come for me,” she said, getting off the bed and putting on the strap on. She wetted her fingers a little bit and wet the cock slightly. Then she got back onto the bed and knelt in front of Amber. “You ready?” she asked.

Amber grinned. “Fuck me,” she said.

Mandy didn’t need to be told twice. She entered Amber with the strap on and began moving back and forth, in and out. It didn’t take long for Amber to get all hot and bothered as she began to moan.

“Fuck…don’t stop!” she cried.

“I won’t,” Mandy promised.

Just then, Mandy found her g-spot, something in two years of dating, Ben had never found. “Oh, God!” she cried, never knowing just how wonderful pleasure can be. “Don’t stop fucking me, Mandy! Don’t stop fucking my pussy!”

“I won’t,” Mandy said again.

Amber kept right on moaning as Mandy kept thrusting in and out of her pussy, which was already dripping wet. Then, about a minute later, Amber let out a massive moan and sighed. Mandy gently pulled out of Amber, the older girls’ come covering it so that it glistened.

“Mandy?” Amber asked innocently as the younger girl stuck the strap on in her mouth momentarily to taste the orgasm she’d caused.

“Yes?” Mandy asked, taking the fake cock out of her mouth.

Amber lowered her eyes. “Would you eat my pussy?” she asked. “Ben never did, and I want your mouth on my clit and your fingers inside me…”

Mandy smiled. “I’d love to eat your pussy,” she said. Then she bent down and took Amber’s pussy in her mouth. She stuck a finger inside her and found her g-spot instantly once more. She pulled in and out with her finger, and massaged Amber’s clit with her tongue. The sweet scent of Amber’s pussy caused her to become wet again. She also loved her juices flowing easily into her mouth.

Two minutes later, Amber was shouting an orgasm again. But this time, she said something no one would have expected. “I don’t think I love you, Mandy!” she cried. “I know I love you! I fucking love you! And I love how you eat pussy! I love how you eat my pussy…”

“Want to try a sixty-nine?” Mandy asked.

“What’s that?” Amber asked.

“It’s where we eat our pussies together,” Mandy replied.

Amber nodded. “Yes,” she answered.

Mandy turned so as her pussy met Amber’s lips, and then Mandy went right on munching Amber’s pussy. When they came, their juices were flowing at exactly the same speed, and their pitch in orgasm was matched, and they’d both found each other’s g-spot instantly. Then, Mandy rolled off of Amber, and they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

A couple of hours later, Amber woke up to Mandy’s beautiful eyes looking down at her.

“Hi,” Mandy said.

“Hey,” Amber said, leaning in and kissing her. “You’re my girlfriend now, right?” she asked.

Mandy grinned. “Of course I am,” she said.

“You know how we both got into N.Y.U.?” Amber asked.

“Yes.”

“And you know that we can pick our roommates if we hurry?”

“Yes.”

Amber grinned back. “Well…maybe we could room there together…and if our studying isn’t too heavy, we can give each other more pleasure than our favorite subject…”

“…which may or may not be sex education,” Mandy said, leaning forward and gently nibbling at Amber’s neck.

“It’s that a yes?” Amber asked, Mandy’s gentle nibbling already making her wet.

Mandy pulled back and stared at Amber. “It’s more than a ‘yes’. It’s a ‘hell yes’,” Mandy replied.

Amber grinned, and reached out to tuck a stay hair behind Mandy’s ear. “I love you, Mandy Spezia,” she whispered.

“And I love you, Amber Zucchero.”

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For four days after the erotic visit by Annie and Sandy, I had to make excuses to my husband to avoid fucking. My pussy was so sore that it hurt to move. I was sure that I could not stand any foreplay, much less any fucking. Luckily, by the fifth day, I was nearly back to normal, and enjoyed our usual 69 and then fast fucking to a single orgasm.

I then began to plot how I could get more of Annie’s friends into bed with me, Sandy, and Annie. I fantasized a little about the possibility that my husband should return home early someday and catch us in action. Actually that thought turned me on a little. I wondered what his reaction might be. He was quite liberal in sexual matters, and we had once traded partners with another couple during our dating period. That didn’t start off very well, primarily because she was so timid about oral sex.

I ended up sucking both cocks while she watched. She got quite aroused, and I felt a very strong desire to make love to her. I started playing with her tits, then sucking them, then eventually started fingering her cunt. She was so hot that she was crying for more, and was sucking my tits and fingering my cunt as well. I finally went down on her and got my first taste of another woman’s pussy. She returned the favor, and we then gave each other our first lesbian orgasms. The girl, whose name was Debbie, and I met three times over the following year for our own private sessions.

My thoughts of Debbie got me increasingly horny and I began to massage my breasts through my blouse and bra. I hastened to the bathroom and removed my clothes, then got the shower going and set to the right temperature. I stepped into the shower, got myself thoroughly wet and stepped out of the direct spray. I next squirted thick liquid soap all over myself and began to give myself a good sudsing. I ran my hands under my breasts, lifting and sliding upward until my nipples were under my hands. As I repeated the action, my nipples became very hard and sensitive. I moved my fingertips lightly around the nipples, avoiding the nipples themselves. The teasing really heightened their sensitivity.

The desire to have them pinched and pulled began to overpower me and I was soon enticed to run my fingers over the nipples, moving slowly and lightly at first, then gradually pressing harder and working faster. The sensations were so good that I shivered and winced, bent my head back and worked my hands rapidly up and down, back and forth and around and around over my breasts and nipples. I began pinching actions on each tit, with my soapy nipples sliding between my thumbs and forefingers. I was so hot that I almost came; I was increasingly aware that I needed some attention down between my legs.

I ran my left hand downward over my slippery belly, working back and forth and teasing myself as my hand approached my eager cunt. I squatted somewhat so that I could run my hand down the inside of each thigh and back up to my pussy, avoiding direct contact as long as I could. When I could no longer resist, I reached between my legs, palm up, and let my middle finger trace slowly forward along my crotch, starting at my asshole and moving very lightly over the lips of my very touchy pussy. The lips were swollen and parted somewhat to greet my finger. The urge to shove my finger (or fingers, really) deep into my vagina was resisted, and I gradually moved up to my clit.

My clit was very hard and so sensitive that I moaned a little as I first touched it. While my right hand still massaged my tits, I began to circle my clit very lightly with my left forefinger, again teasing myself to ever increasing sexual desire. Slowly, I applied more pressure as I circled and rubbed over my clit. I was now so aroused that I could hardly stand.

I turned the shower off, sat down on the shower floor, spread my legs wide and leaned back against the shower wall. With my left fingers, I parted my cunt lips as wide as I could, then began to massage my clit in earnest with my right fingers. I was now moaning in pleasure and began humping as I concentrated on the approaching orgasm. My right index finger went into my hole, and my left fingers took over my clit. The action became furious as I increased the number of fingers in my hole until all four were pumping in and out. When I began to come, my ass slipped forward until I was lying on my back, my legs doubled up and my feet against the far wall. I lifted my ass off the floor as I humped and ground into my hands. I groaned, squirmed and shook as I reached climax. Afterward, I just lay there, feelings of physical satisfaction and relief engulfing me. I finally got up, finished my shower, then got dressed and went to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine cooler.

As I sat there in the kitchen, I began to think about Sandy and the way she acted after our love making with Annie. I was fairly sure that Sandy had made up her mind that we would be more than casual sexual partners, but would become devoted lovers. ataşehir escort While I was thinking about the situation, I received a phone call from Annie, and she said that Sandy had seemed less interested in being with her. I wondered if Sandy had decided to break off with Annie as a prelude to being with me. I said nothing to Annie about my perceptions. Annie had talked to Liz, and arranged for the two of them to visit me the following afternoon if I wished. I told her that I would be very delighted to meet and share Liz with her.

Since we had not talked much about Liz, I was in doubt about any preparations, and concluded that I would just “play it by ear”. I was sure, however, that I would not need more than a robe to wear to the door, and decided that I would take my shower before they arrived. I wondered if a 42 year old lady’s pussy could be as pretty or as tasty as my Sandy’s. Then I wondered why Sandy’s pussy came to mind instead Annie’s. I realized that I, too, was somehow thinking of Sandy as my lesbian lover, not just a casual sex partner.

The next afternoon, while I was taking my shower, I decided that I would give myself an enema, just in case I or Annie decided that I should engage in anal activity. I didn’t know whether it was Liz, but I was sure that one of Annie’s friends shared her love of ass fucking. I think that I really did want to find out what it was all about. I got out my kit and give myself a very good internal flushing, first with soapy, then clear, then with slightly flavored water. I completed my shower, then lubricated myself with some KY jelly and put on a light robe to await my guests. After all the preparation, I was already very horny, and a glass of wine cooler heightened that state considerably!

Annie and Liz finally arrived, and I was very impressed with Liz’s good looks and figure. She was indeed a very beautiful woman, and it was hard to envision her lack of sexual activity until she met Annie. She was wearing a loose fitting blouse under a very light jacket, and she had quite large breasts. Her ass was well rounded but not too large; in fact it was very inviting, and my first impulse was to place my hands on her ass cheeks and massage them. I knew that I would have to wait a bit, but that I would get to feel her rear end to my hearts content.

After a wonderful french kiss from Annie and an introduction to Liz, I kissed Liz on the mouth and traced her lips with my tongue before pressing it between her lips. She didn’t seem to mind greatly, but did not reciprocate. As I broke off the kiss, I noted that she was not wearing a bra and that her tits were very firm; I was also very pleased to note that her nipples were large and hardening very noticeably. I knew that we were going to get along just fine.

I asked them to make themselves comfortable while I brought them their choice of wine coolers. When I returned, both had removed their blouses and were kissing very passionately. I joked that I might be in the way, and would just go into the bedroom and let them alone. Annie had evidently said something concerning me to Liz while I was gone, because Liz immediately approached me and took me in her arms for a very wet and exciting kiss. I didn’t resist the urge to run my hands over her beautiful ass, and she very enthusiastically took one of my ass cheeks in each hand and erotically massaged and lifted while pulling us together. I was a little surprised, but her actions certainly met my approval. I was getting anxious to get to the bedroom, and broke away from Liz to lead her there, followed closely by Annie.

I removed my robe and they started removing clothing as we went. Liz was wearing a very skimpy pair of panties that made it very obvious that her cunt was shaved clean. They indicated that they wanted to take a shower, and I suggested that Liz go first. She took a small bag from her purse, and I handed her a towel as I led her to the shower, turned it on for her and showed her how to adjust the temperature.

I returned to a now naked Annie and kissed her with a very wet and probing kiss. Her beautiful tits hardened as I began to massage them. She moved around behind me and reached around me to get a tit in each hand. That felt so good that I moaned a little and then pushed one of her hands down toward my pussy while her other hand squeezed and kneaded a tit. I squirmed as her hand touched my clit, and I then decided that we should wait for Liz, and broke off the action. Annie, however, went down on her knees facing me and pulled me toward her. She then spread my knees apart so that she could get her mouth and tongue to my cunt. She got one good lick up along my cunt lips to my very eager and hard clit, which sent hard-to-resist messages through me, before I pulled away from her and suggested that we cool it until Liz returned.

I asked, “What activities does Liz like most?”

Annie replied: “She likes just about everything, avcılar escort but she has an exceptionally sensitive and receptive ass hole,” which confirmed my earlier suspicions.

“Annie,” I said, “I have given myself a good enema just in case I decided to try out your toys.”

“We both brought enema kits with us and Liz is no doubt using hers now. We’ll be delighted to initiate you, and to have you fuck our asses. I brought an assortment of toys that should satisfy all of us,”

She then got out the one we used before in her ass hole, then one that was similar to it, but quite a bit larger. It must have been nearly two inches in diameter at the largest part. It was smaller at the front end, gradually getting larger until about 3 inches from the end, then getting smaller again back to the base. It had a very strong vibrator, which could be made to go faster or slower. She said that she didn’t think anybody could take that one but Liz. Annie then showed me other dildos that were more like large cocks. They also had vibrators. The interesting thing was that any two dildos could be firmly attached together at the base, so that the users could go ass-to-ass, cunt-to-ass, or cunt-to-cunt. I rapidly concluded that this was going to be an afternoon full of new experiences for me!

Liz came out of the bathroom with nothing on, and was a wondrous sight. Her large tits were firm and her ass cheeks smooth and well rounded. The shaved pubic area was indeed inviting as she sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs slightly. I was thinking of getting on my knees in front of her when Annie asked her if she would like to help her with an enema. With that, they both went into the bath and I was left alone with the dildos.

I went to the kitchen, got a bottle of champagne, some glasses, and returned to the bedroom. After pouring three glasses, I sat down on the bed. I picked up a cock-shaped dildo and found it to be soft plastic that had a pleasant, almost real feel to it. I turned it on and inserted it into my mouth to enjoy its feel and vibrations. After wetting it good, I used it to agitate my tits and nipples, which became very hard. Soon, my pussy started to get wet. I spread my legs, and started to run the dildo length- wise along my widening slit.

At that moment, Liz returned to the room. She grinned as she wiggled her finger at me, then came directly over to the bed and lay face down on top of me. I managed to get my hands and dildo out from between us as she gave me a very wet, tongue probing kiss. She then moved to one side a little and scooted down so that she could get to my left tit and nipple. With one hand she pinched my right nipple as her other squeezed my left tit to make the nipple stand out for her sucking and licking. I was already quite hot, and the tit licking was almost too much. I wanted to slow down a bit, and I wanted to get to this beautiful lady’s vital parts to return her favors. I rolled away, and invited her up onto the bed and onto her back.

When she had settled down, I straddled her legs, on my knees, and leaned forward enough to get a hand on each of her large tits. She squirmed enough that I knew that she was very appreciative and was beginning to get quite sensitive in that area. I scooted down a little and lay down on top of her so that I could get my mouth on her right nipple. I began running my tongue very lightly around the areola and gradually approached the nipple. As I did so, it began to swell and stiffen. Annie returned to the room and joined me. She took over on Liz’s left nipple. I began flicking the nipple with my tongue, back and forth, back and forth, as I am sure Annie was doing with the other. Gently at first, then gradually more aggressively, I began sucking on the now very hard nipple, while kneading and squeezing the tit with both hands. We soon had a very excited and squirming Liz, and she began crying for attention to her pussy.

Over and over she cried, “Oh, god, fuck me, fuck me.” “Eat my pussy.” “Lick my clit.” “Please fuck me now.”

I asked Annie, “Do you mind if I give her a good tongue fucking, She seems to want it quite badly!”

Annie said, “Help yourself. I’m going to get something that she’ll soon want.”

As I moved down, Annie went to the dildo collection and picked out the two anal dildos and fitted them together.

I began attention to Liz’s pussy by gently running my middle finger from near her ass hole upward to her clit. I did not press hard, but I could feel the reactions of her cunt lips as the finger passed over them.

She moaned, “Oh, please rub my pussy, put your fingers in me, suck my clit.”

She was still lying stretched out with her legs nearly together, and I could not get to her pussy very well. I moved down between her legs and lifted and spread her legs to give me access to her big, beautiful cunt. Her gash looked like it was six inches long, with large thick lips avrupa yakası escort and a very pronounced clit. I spread the lips with my fingers, then flicked her clit with my tongue.

Her whole body responded in a big spasm and she groaned loudly, “Oh-h-h, lick it, suck it, eat me, eat my pussy.”

I opened my mouth as wide as I could over her cunt and sucked.

“Oh yeah! Oh! Oh! That’s it! Suck it! Put your tongue in! Lick my clit! Yeah! Oh God, that’s good! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yeah! Yeah!” she cried.

I worked my lips and tongue over, into and around her very eager pussy and hard clit. I could not get my mouth over her vagina and clit both, so I placed two fingers in her and worked them in, out and around.

“Ye-a-ah! Yea-a-ah!” she repeated each time she thrust upward.

She was humping and twisting so much that it was impossible to lick and suck her pussy and I gave up. I rubbed her clit with one hand while placing more fingers of the other in her cunt and working them in and out. She was so wet and loose by now that I wondered if I couldn’t get my whole hand in her.

“Fuck me with your whole hand,” she cried, as if reading my mind.

“Please, give it to me, stretch my pussy, fill me up.”

I placed 3 fingers of my left hand in her cunt, getting them very wet with her juices, then used the wet fingers to wet the upper parts of my right hand. I then inserted all four right hand fingers in her slot and wiggled and bent them as she continued to give cries of appreciation and exhortations to give her more. I gradually inserted fingers from my left hand, also, until I could insert all eight fingers, back of my hands together, into her wet and gaping hole. Finally, I figured it was time, withdrew my left fingers, and placed the thumb in the palm of my right hand and began fucking her in earnest. She went completely out of control, bucking and humping upward, trying to force herself onto my hand. Finally it went in.

“Oh baby,” She cried, “that’s so good, fuck me, fuck me hard, in and out, in and out. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

After just a few strokes into that lovely soft interior, I couldn’t resist just feeling around inside, and opened my hand some to enable my fingers to do some exploration. That made her shiver and quake and she stopped humping so much.

“Oh-h-h, oh-h-h,” She gasped, “that’s go-o-o-o-od, oh, god that’s good, keep doing it to me, Oh God.”

She wiggled her abdomen, and I could feel muscles contract and relax as I felt inside her. I again managed to get my face near her cunt, and while my hand was still in her I sucked on her clit and ran my tongue around and over it. Her response was another orgasm, with crying, laughing and moaning all in one and such gyrations that I had to back away again to keep from getting my face smashed.

“More, more, stretch my cunt, make a big fist, fuck me with your fist,” she cried.

I made a fist inside her, and, after a few stretching tries, found that I could retract it, stretching her hole to tightness that I would have thought very painful. However, Liz was still urging me on, humping forcefully to get the fist back in and out. She had still another orgasm, and her cries became incoherent.

She began to settle down a little as the orgasmic spasms decreased. I then retracted my hand. She reached down and pulled me up to where we could kiss and we began a long kiss while pulling and squeezing each others tits.

A moan from across the room made us aware of Annie, who was sitting in a large overstuffed chair with her legs spread widely and was massaging her pussy furiously while watching us. We sat up, then got up from the bed and went over to her. We each took a tit to play with while placing a hand on her wet cunt. Liz put a couple of fingers in her vagina while I played with her clit. She was soon moaning loudly and wiggling around in the chair while slipping down and out of it.

“Liz,” I said, “let’s get this hot lady into bed where we can fuck her good.”

“OK,” Liz said, “Let’s do it, let’s stretch her cunt and ass hole ’til she goes wild.”

We each took one of her arms and literally threw her onto the bed where we landed on each side of her. We could each use one hand on a tit and get the other hand between her legs. I squeezed her tit as I licked, sucked and nibbled at her nipple. My other hand was playing with her already wet and hard clit. Meanwhile, Liz was working on a tit with one hand, but her other was really getting into Annie’s honey hole, about 4 fingers worth, I think. Annie was loving it, and responded with many “oh-h-hs” and “ah-h- hs.”

After a bit, Liz moved herself downward, spread Annie’s legs, and got between them. She buried her face in Annie’s cunt, licking and lapping furiously. Annie began bucking as I continued licking, sucking and biting one hard nipple after the other. Annie’s arms flailed, she shook, twisted and humped as she had a powerful orgasm, but then as she settled down a little, she continued to plead for more.

“Oh, Liz, baby, you know what I like, do it to me. Lick my ass hole, fuck it with your tongue. Please do it now.” Annie cried.

Liz then started to lick around Annie’s ass hole, and said, “Do you like that baby? Do you like the feel of my tongue on your hole?”

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I never really considered myself a particularly extraordinary person. I’m in my late 30’s, have pasty white skin, and have a nose slightly larger than average. On the other hand, I’ve managed to keep a full head of hair, and I’m in better shape than most men my age. I managed to obtain a Ph.D. in electrical engineering a few years back, and I suppose you could say that’s my one accomplishment in which I have a bit of pride. That’s kind of where this story starts.

I work for the government, and I’m encouraged to share some of my research by attending conferences where I can present my work. Generally (but not always), the government foots the bill for these conferences. Well, there was a particular conference that I wanted to attend on the East coast, simply because it would allow me to meet up with some of my old friends whom I met in graduate school, and revisit some old haunts. This conference “wasn’t in the budget,” so I decided that I would pay for the plane ticket out-of-pocket, and post on Facebook to see if any of my old friends would offer up a couch or spare bedroom.

After a day or two, I got a message in my inbox. “Hey,” it read. “I saw that you were coming in and needed a place to stay. You can crash at my place, if you’d like.” It was the last person I expected to hear from. Her name was Alice.

Alice and I were graduate students at the same time a few years ago and we both worked in the same university laboratory. I always considered her beautiful but, being socially inept, I never had the courage to tell her. She was also in a relationship at the time, so it never seemed appropriate. That was my excuse, anyway.

From what I remembered, she had redish-auburn, shoulder-length hair and bright blue eyes that seemed to sparkle behind her glasses every time she smiled. It was no secret that she was a regular at the gym, so her body was fantastic. I can remember several occasions in which I could scarcely take my eyes off of her chiseled, 5’4″ frame while we were working together. It was all I could do not to cast a glance if she leaned over her work bench. She was a nerd, but she sure as hell didn’t fit the stereotype.

What I found most attractive about her, though, was that she was strong, smart, and assertive. She wouldn’t take shit from anyone, and she could be especially passionate when it came to defending her friends. If someone were to act like an inconsiderate ass, she’d be the first to let them know, and she could shut down anyone’s protestations with her intelligence.

Of course, I accepted the offer to stay at her place. I would have been crazy not to.

_______________________________________________

I got out of the taxi and walked toward the entryway to Alice’s apartment building, rolling my suitcase along behind me. It was in a nice neighborhood, but it wasn’t the type of place that required being buzzed in, so I strolled into the lobby, ignored the attractive attendant at the front desk, and headed toward the elevator. My heart had quickened its pace, and I could feel myself becoming nervous.

My internal dialogue piped up, “What the hell, man? She’s just an old friend who’s kind enough to offer a couch for a couple of days. Chill.”

I pressed the “4” in the elevator and waited. My mind began to race and, in the few moments it took to reach the fourth floor, I had conjured up at least a dozen different scenarios that all ended in disaster.

“What if she’s changed? What if she’s nothing like the person I remember? What if I’ve changed? I’ll probably say something completely offensive. I might have to find a hotel in the middle of the night. Fuck!” My stream of consciousness was interrupted by the elevator doors opening, startling me back to reality. As if on autopilot, I walked to her room and raised my hand to knock. For a couple of seconds, I considered turning around and going somewhere else but, then, to my horror, I heard my knuckles collide with the wooden door. It was too late.

After a few tense moments, I heard the chain lock being removed, and then a “click” as the door opened. There she stood, even more attractive than I remembered, in a pair of black slacks and a dark green, button-up blouse. She was barefoot and carrying a glass of red wine. Her apparent relaxedness instantly put me at ease.

“Hi!” She exclaimed. “I was beginning to wonder if you were running late.” She flashed a pearly-white smile before turning away and walking further into her apartment. I inadvertently ogled her toned ass as she walked away. Yeah. Inadvertently.

Her voice echoed down the short hallway. “I was just sitting down to rewatch the Fellowship of the Ring. Care to join me?” I’ll be damned if this girl didn’t have a road map to my heart.

“Of course!” I said, with all the confidence I could muster as I hung my coat on her coat rack and placed my suitcase out of the way. I made my way into the living room, where I saw her sitting down on what appeared to be an expensive sarıyer escort loveseat. The coffee table in front of it had a glass of wine directly in front of the empty place on the loveseat. It seemed to be an invitation, so I sat next to her.

We made small talk for a while, flitting from topic to topic, while sipping Merlot and ignoring the movie. After a while, she adjusted herself and leaned over toward me, placing her head on my shoulder. It was a loveseat, after all, and there really weren’t that many comfortable positions to be had without cuddling the person next to you. I was mortified initially, but the wine seemed to take the edge off. Eventually, Liv Tyler graced the screen as her character, Arwen.

“God, she’s so pretty.” Alice said wistfully.

“Yeah, she’s pretty. Not really my type, though.”

She turned her head to look up at me, incredulously. “What is your type, then?”

I thought to myself “Shit, fuck. I’ve talked myself into a corner again. Now what the hell am I supposed to say? This is why I don’t say shit in front of other people.” Of course I knew the answer. I didn’t want to tell her the truth, but I didn’t want to lie to her, either.

“Uh…” I stammered.

She continued to look at me quizzically, as if I had grown another head, or as if she were trying to figure out which planet I was from. “Well?” She prodded.

I couldn’t handle her continued gaze. I had to say something. “You know, I always thought you were very attractive in…” I blurted. That’s when I knew I’d had a bit too much wine. I never would’ve admitted that sober, especially not directly to her. I remember wondering if my abject terror was apparent to her after having said that.

“Really?” She seemed surprised. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

It seemed as if the passage of time slowed to a crawl in that moment. I had no answer, other than cowardice, and no one wants to admit to that.

“I … I’m not sure.” I lied.

She sat up and continued her gaze. Again, time seemed to nearly halt while she looked at me. It felt as if she were analyzing me; as if she were looking past my skull to examine patterns of neural excitation. Her blue, bespectacled eyes were piercing – she was so beautiful that it hurt. My heart seemed to find its way into my throat as I searched for something to say; an apology, maybe, a joke, or anything else to help me find my way out of the hole I had just dug. Fortunately, like all other moments, it eventually ended.

She leaned forward and her lips met mine. Everything around me seemed to melt away, save for her. In that kiss, she was all that mattered to me. Her lips parted, and her tongue found its way to mine. She moved her hand to the back of my neck so that she could pull me closer. I seemed incapable of thought, so I responded instinctively. To my own surprise, I realized that my fingers were running through her auburn hair. I’m not sure how long we were locked together in this seemingly breathless state. I suppose it’s difficult to estimate time while one eschews the notion of clocks ever having existed.

I felt a gentle touch on my chest, just below my left collar bone. It tickled a bit as the touch moved toward the top button of my shirt. I felt the button give way almost immediately, and she moved her hand to the next button. At this point, I realized that she had shifted her weight onto her knees, which now rested on the cushion of the loveseat, so that she could lean over me. I took this as a cue and moved my left hand up the outside of her tense, muscled thigh, past her waist, and stopped just under her breast. She arched her back to move her chest forward just enough to meet my touch. The material of her blouse was thin and silky. Her covered breast fit almost perfectly in my hand, and I could feel it heave with each breath. I felt her nipple harden in my palm.

She broke the kiss, unceremoniously tugged my shirt off, and tossed it to the floor. In any other situation, I would have been self-conscious of my bare torso, but any embarrassment immediately faded when I felt the warmth of her lips meet the side of my neck. I began to unbutton her blouse but, apparently, she wasn’t happy with my pace. Her hands worked quickly beneath mine to undo the lower buttons as I worked, and her top soon fell next to mine. I finally had full access to her pert breasts, so I gently held them in my hands, and occasionally swirled a finger around a stiff nipple as she kissed my neck. In my mind, I thought I was doing a wonderful job of pleasing her, but it was probably more like a pubescent teen pawing away at her firm breasts.

She continued kissing my neck, working her way down to my collar bone. Suddenly, I felt her hand press against my manhood. I jumped and gasped in surprise, but she was unrelenting. Instead of moving her hand away, she gripped me tightly through my slacks. I was already fully erect. I always considered sefaköy escort myself to be slightly above average in that department – about 7 inches, with a respectable girth. Apparently, it was good enough, because she gave a quiet “Mmm” while she kissed my chest and gripped my cock. She began rhythmically increasing and decreasing the pressure she applied with her grip.

Shortly afterward, I felt her tugging at my belt. The full gravity of the situation finally dawned on me. The only thought I could muster was an ineloquent “Hell. Fucking. Yes.” as I realized where this was going. In a flash, my belt had fallen to the floor with a light thud, and she was tugging at my zipper. Her kisses had made their way to my stomach as she assisted me in pulling my slacks down to my ankles. She looked up at me as she moved from the loveseat to the floor in front of me, with a mischievous glint in her big blue eyes. Somehow, her glasses had stayed on through all of this.

My slacks were soon tossed to the side and she positioned herself between my knees. Her fingers danced on my boxers, tracing the outline of my manhood. A drop of precum had darkened a spot just below the waistband of my boxers, near my hip bone. She noticed and looked up at me with lust in her eyes. She bit her lip and slowly lowered her face, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Finally, after a frustratingly long pause, her lips met the head of my cock through my boxers. I gasped again. Her tongue darted out, tasting my precum and tickling my member at the same time. Smiling at me again, she gently kissed her way up and down the shaft, through the thin material.

After she was satisfied that I had been teased enough, she snuck a few fingers beneath the waistband of my boxers, and slid them down, leaving her face only inches away. She was so close that I could feel her breath. Mercifully, she took my cock in her hand and began to stroke it slowly. Precum glistened at its tip, which seemed to have her full attention. She squeezed tightly on one particularly slow up-stroke, causing a sizable bead of precum to appear. Suddenly, her tongue slid along the head, picking up the fluid resting at its tip and sending a shiver up my spine. A tiny silver strand followed her tongue back into her mouth, and eventually came to rest on her bottom lip, connecting the tip of my cock to her lips in a lewd display of eroticism.

She returned her eyes to mine to watch for my reaction, and I’m sure that the lust was apparent on my face, because she read me like a book. After a brief pause, she swallowed. She made a show of it, making sure that I would see exactly what she wanted me to see. I almost lost it right there, in that instant.

Before I had time to fully recover, she took me into her mouth. The warmth and softness were intense. I felt her tongue flick briefly across the underside of my cock before she lowered her lips to its base. I had only a moment to register what had happened before she drew her head back to begin a slow, steady rhythm. One of her hands found my balls and lightly cupped them. She alternated between holding them and tickling them with her fingertips, as her mouth continued its agonizingly slow assault on my cock.

This brilliant woman whom I had lusted after for years was going down on me, and I couldn’t have imagined it feeling any better than it actually did. Unlike the few other girls I’d been with, she took her time. Her ministrations were deep and slow, but she paused briefly at the beginnig and end of each stroke to run her tongue along the underside of my shaft in varied patterns. In spite of her torturously slow pace, I was so aroused that I couldn’t hold back for long. I guess, in retrospect, any amount of time would have seemed too short.

“I’m getting close.” I whispered.

Immediately, she released her hold, and removed her lips from my member with a faint, wet smack.

“Not yet.” She commanded, as she rose to her feet before me.

At this point, I had relinquished all control. As far as I was concerned, she owned me. I just knew that I had to have her, and that I was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen. She unbuttoned her slacks and let them fall to the floor. There she was, nude, in all her glory – apparently undergarments were a foreign concept to her. Her shaven pussy beckoned me, but I dared not move to touch her. I could not stand the thought of drawing the ire of this goddess. So, with my hands at my side, I waited for instruction.

She lifted her leg to place her foot on the nearby coffee table, fully exposing herself to me.

“Come here.” She said.

I came off my seat and fell to my knees in front of her, my rigid cock waving comically in the air as I did so. I hesitated for a moment to take everything in, but she was impatient. She grabbed the back of my head and moved my mouth to her stomach. I began to kiss down her body slowly, just as she şerifali escort did with me. She grabbed a handful of my short hair and forcefully guided me further down. I looked up at her and traced her folds with my tongue, savoring her taste. As I moved my tongue to her clit, her eyes squinted shut, and her head lolled back. I pulled every trick that I knew. Her breathing quickened.

“Fuck! Mmm. Don’t stop doing that.” She cooed.

I obliged. Entranced by the situation, I pulled as much information from her behavior as I possibly could. If her body shuddered or her muscles tensed, I quickened my pace. If she didn’t respond to one pattern of movement, I would move on to another. Without thinking, I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh and found the nexus between my tongue and her warmth. I slipped my forefinger inside of her, and she thrust her hips forward in response. She was so wet that the first finger slid in easily, but she was so tight that I struggled for a moment to penetrate her with two.

She gasped as her body froze in place. At first, I wondered if I had done something wrong, but a cascading shiver ran through her body, causing her hips to buck involuntarily, breaking the stillness. Amidst her trembling, she gripped my hair so tightly that it hurt, and her wetness bathed my cheeks and chin. I placed my other hand on her taut ass to steady her as she shook, so that I could continue giving her all the attention she deserved. Eventually, she whimpered as she came down from her high, and I slowed my pace.

She looked down at me, her cheeks now flushed, and placed a hand under my chin to coax me to stand. Pain radiated through my legs as I stood but I was so enamored that I barely noticed. She kissed me again, making a point to taste herself on my lips. Alas, the kiss was brief. She pressed her hand into my chest, pushing me backwards, causing me to fall back into a seated position on the loveseat. Before I had even fallen completely into place, she pounced, straddling my lap and rejoining the kiss. She kissed me passionately while her hand found its way to my manhood again. This time, she pointed it upward while carefully lowering herself, impaling herself on my cock.

Her silky, wet folds enveloped me. I thrust up to meet her, resulting in a faint slap as our flesh met. We both moaned simultaneously at the feeling of the initial penetration. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts into my chest and her lips harder against mine. I placed my hands on her hips, and we immediately fell into a shared rhythm.

Our movements became more forceful, causing the sounds of empassioned sex to echo through her living room. I wasn’t sure how long I could last, so I tried not to think about what was happening at that very moment. I attempted to focus my attention on something other than her heavenly body sliding up and down on my cock. It was futile. She leaned back slightly, broke the kiss, and moved her right hand behind her. I was confused until I felt her fingers caress my balls, which caused me to exhale sharply.

“Do you like that?” She asked impishly.

I nodded, unable to form a pattern of sounds coherent enough to be considered language. She continued. It took every ounce of my willpower to hold back my orgasm, but the futility of the struggle became immediately apparent when she issued a simple command.

“Tell me before you cum.” She whispered breathily.

That was it. I felt the familiar sensation of passing the point of no return. My chest and face began to tingle, and I could tell that this was going to be one hell of an orgasm. After a few more hard thrusts, I did as I was told.

“Oh, fuck! I’m about to…”

With that, she dismounted so quickly that I had no chance to protest. But, the cool air of the room had only an instant to mingle with her wetness on my cock. She gripped me at the base of my shaft with her right hand and enclosed the rest of it with her mouth. Her head and hand moved with abandon, filling the room with the sounds of wanton slurps and wet smacks. She gripped me tightly and moaned as she stroked, sending vibrations into my swelling cock.

My body tensed, indicating what was about to happen. Her moaning pitched up slightly, but she never stopped stroking or sucking. I growled as I came. Spurt after spurt flew beyond her flitting tongue to fill her mouth. In my orgasmic throws, I looked down at her, only to see her looking back up at me as she took everything I had. I spasmed again at the sight, and a tiny droplet of semen escaped the corner of her mouth, only to trickle down my still stiff shaft and find a resting place on a knuckle of her forefinger. She continued, but slowed her pace. She took the head into her mouth several more times, despite holding my seed behind her lips. I could feel the warm liquid swirl around me as she flicked her tongue over the head.

“Mmm.” She moaned.

She lifted her head away from my crotch and sat back on her heels. A thin, glossy sheen of wetness was apparent on her chin as a devilish grin graced her adorable, bespectacled face. She parted her lips just enough so that I could see the white liquid that she held in her mouth. There was so much of it that I could barely see her tongue.

“Holy fuck.” Was all I could manage in my stupor.

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How could I know where this path would lead? She seemed like most any other woman. Yes, there was a strange depth to her, a mysteriousness about her sensuality. And when I first made the move, I was confident, brash, and sure of my own prowess as I swept her off her feet. But I had no way of knowing…

Oh that first night, the stolen blissful moments of that sultry Summer’s night. Swaggering with cocky assuredness, I’d shown up at Mrs. M’s door, ostensibly to borrow something or other, chat her up awhile. I realize now I had no idea what I was doing. I had no idea what I was capable of doing.

It seemed so innocent. Our two bodies passing in that tight hallway by her pantry. A moment of high sexual tension and then my lips found hers. She whimpered, protested, I pressed my advantage. Sweet seduction, overcoming her resistance, enflaming her passions to where she couldn’t help but give in to me, so reluctant yet so willing, drawing me in while pushing me way. I admit I was a bit brutal, lifting that white chemise dress, ripping her panties off, slamming her against the wall. I can still feel her cum dripping down my balls, a continuous stream of it.

Of course, I was the sailor and she the siren. Covered in sweat, panting, aglow in the aftermath of an explosive orgasm, I carried her to the bedroom and that damned black bed. Something about her brought out a predator’s instinct in me. She played the victim so well, a woman swept away by the heat of the moment, giving herself completely to her cruel, demanding lover. And I…I played my part to the hilt.

At some point during that first night I went over, over to the other side, to the shadowy side of sexual compulsion. She lay face down, hips propped on a pillow, me driving my rod like a well-oiled piston into the everwet sleeve of her hot, gripping pussy, grunting like an animal as she gasped and cried out with each savage thrust. I began slapping her white fleshy buttocks as I pulled out, reveling in my power. ben bu boşluğu nasıl izle She winced with each blow, but it was followed by a shudder of pleasure that shivered through her tiny frame. When I grabbed her hair to pull her head back and began pile-driving hard cock into soft cunt she seemed to rise to another level of passion altogether, cumming convulsively, her whole body spasming and rocking uncontrollably beneath me. My sense of power soared. I wanted to skewer her body on the spit of my cock, roast her in the flame of my passion, burn her on the altar of my desire. Cumming inside her churning, burning sluthole was the most intense experience of my life – up till then.

Afterwards she lay in a sort of aftershock with tremors rolling through her, my cock still hard and pulsating inside her spasmodically contracting vagina. There in the darkness, a sliver of moonlight casting a sheen on the black sheets, I felt myself slipping, slipping, reeling downward. I felt myself falling into her, pulled as though caught in a vortex.

Some time later she awoke and I was ready again. She gave me sexual powers I’d never tapped before. I tried this time making love to her, slow and gentle. But she dug fingernails into my ass. Then I was biting her nipples, pinning her arms to the bed and growling like a night beast. Watching her tits jiggle with the impact of my plunging pelvis crashing into hers I just let go and became the animal, unleashing a string of obscenities at her, at sex, at the night, at myself and the dark world I’d entered.

Fuck me you cum slut bitch, feel your greedy cunt suck the cum from the steel hard rod plundering your nasty slit. You were born to fuck, to be raped and violated by large blunt phalluses ripping you apart, steaming inside you like hot pokers, pouring gallons of sticky gobs of semen into that wicked little jism-sucking hole of yours.

She seemed to go catatonic in her ecstasy, biz kimden kaçıyorduk anne izle her eyes rolled back in her head, mouth gasped open in a permanent O, her body trembling, and her cunt just gushing and pouring warm liquid from some endless fountain inside her. We were slipping around in a huge puddle of her wetness, and the gurgling, slurping, squishy noises that emanated from her crotch were the most erotic sounds I’d ever heard.

* * * * *

In the days and weeks that followed I descended into a world of compulsion and erotica so intense I could not have stopped myself if I’d wanted.

The day after our first tryst I was a mess, completely unable to concentrate, not two seconds would go by that my mind wouldn’t conjure up some image of the night, of her body, of the feelings still coursing through me.

I wouldn’t see her for another three days, and by the second day I was climbing the walls of my apartment. Finally she called. I felt like I could have battered down the door of her suite with my cock at that point. She said something about my coming over that night, but then she wasn’t sure if we should continue, so would I come over so we could talk.

I did, of course, go over. She answered the door in a long black dress, a collar to her neck, long sleeved. We need to talk, she began. But not midway through her second sentence, sitting on the couch, I had a hand on her knee. She pulled it away, caught her breath, and fixed those big brown eyes on me. Her words said no, her body said take me.

You bitch, you fucking little whore bitch. Not exactly poetic, but I meant it. I meant it, as I slowly took off my tie. I tied one end to one ankle and the other to her other ankle, leaving about two feet of slack between them. Then I removed my belt. This I wrapped around her wrists, cutting into her flesh cruelly, then lashing it to the table behind the couch. I held the middle of the slack bizi ayıran çizgi izle of the leg-tie in my hand and used it to pull her legs toward her head so she was almost doubled up. I forced the tie into her mouth then removed the sash from around her dress, using this to hold the tie/harness tight between her teeth.

There she was, arms trussed above her head, her ass and legs in black hose, exposed and lewdly vulnerable. I grabbed the material at the crotch and ripped it open, the scent of her wafting up to my nostrils.

Milady, I said softly, you are the beauty and I the beast and tonight we shall see just how deep two people can descend into the darkness of human sexuality. We are going to journey, you and I, to places neither one of us has ever dreamed of before.

I lifted her ass off the edge of the couch and brought her steamy cunt to my mouth as though it were a glass of wine. Touching her delicate lips with my own, I drank, slurping the heady brew she offered.

Yes. You, my sweet little cum-drenched whore goddess, are the only woman I’ve ever known who could take this journey with me. Before this night is over, you and I will have re-invented everything about ourselves. We will not be the same two people by morning that we are now.

One finger found her tiny puckered anus as my tongue venture up her slit to tickle the hardening nub of flesh just poking its head out of its hood. I wiggled just the tip of my finger into her rectum, and paused there.

I spoke to her cunt: there are such fine distinctions between pleasure and pain. Both are life experienced at it’s most heightened, sensation at its most intense. Both cause the body to produce endorphins and evoke a mild state of shock. Both take you to the same place. You know that. And I…know you know that.

With that I lowered my lips to her distended clitoris and began sucking, simultaneously plunging my finger as deep as it would go into the recess of her bowels, twisting it inside her. She jerked spasmodically beneath me and groaned into her gag. Her vagina gushed warm liquid onto my face and her rectal muscles contracted around my invading finger. I drank deeply. It was an intoxicating liquor, an elixir that originates far far down in the unfathomable abyss of the unconscious mind. I was drunk on her cum. And I wanted more, much more.

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