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Rhea, Her Ass, And Me

By: DickThePimp

Anal Fantasy Fun… Fake… Fiction… Funky

“HARDER!”

(SMACK)

“HARDER!”

(SMACK!!!)

“God, yes! More! MORE!”

(SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!)

“FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK….. YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! WOO!!!!”

“Sexy, bitch.”

“Hahaha. You too, stud. You too!!! Fuck my ass, baby! Fuck it HARD!!! WOO!” Rhea’s long, pierced tongue is working overtime, lapping all around, wild and free and funky.

Damn, Rhea’s got a tight, strong ass.

(Fucking her ass harder… faster… deeper… and even harder!)

The bed’s creaking, cracking, and jumping into the wall. Banging hard against it. The force of my fourteen-inch tattooed… shiny gold stars inked all over my cock and balls… pierced… small gold piercings from the back tip of my thick, spongy, tattooed crown, down the underside of my massive, thick veins-covered, tattooed shaft, all the way down the middle of my big, tattooed ball-sack to the very back-bottom of it… ass thumping my Aussie goth bitch up her very toned, fit, and strong booty is turning the bed into an amusement park ride. A real nasty… and fun… one.

The piercings all over the underside of my cock roll steadily and smoothly up my chick’s dumper, fiercely stimulating her already pounding anal walls.

“FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!! I’M CUMMINGGGGGGGGGGGGG AGAINNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!! FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! WOO!!!! Fuck yeah!”

Rhea’s wildly throwing her head around. Screaming ecstatically in that super sexy Aussie accent of hers. Her shiny, shoulder-length, slicked-back dark hair is beaming with sweat and piss. Her pierced tongue out all the way, furiously lapping at the air as I pound up her ass harder and harder. My hands holding her broad shoulders. Our sweaty, writhing bodies glistening with raw, intensely sexy carnal heat as we both approach a very violent… and very beautiful… orgasm. Rhea’s fourth. My first.

Her shaved bare pussy’s already dripping sex milk all over the cum and piss-stained sheets. Rhea’s puke from earlier when I throat fucked her senseless is smashed into the stained sheets too.

Rhea’s piercings and tattoos make her such a fucking sexy fuck-toy. The huge ear piercings she has and all of the dark goth make-up that’s now smeared and running across her face makes her look so slutty and BITCH FUCK WORTHY!

(FUCKING MY BITCH FASTER, FASTER, FASTER, FASTER, AND HARDERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!)

“UHHH!!! SHITTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOO!!!!!” Rhea starts violently squirting. Her tall, muscular frame spasming hard as she shoots out her fourth huge load of pussy cream. Soaking me, the sheets, the bed, and everything in my room behind me.

I pull her beautiful, sweaty face back and up to me. She’s grinning wickedly, right at me. That smeared, black lipstick looking so fucking hot.

I smirk down at her, then shove my fucking tongue down her throat and start cumming up her manically Beşiktaş escort thumping, quaking ass. Eight fat wads of sperm exploding from my tattooed, pierced monster, flooding my bad-ass goth bitch’s gorgeous, slutty ass.

“FUCK!!!!!!” Rhea grins. Wicked and slutty. Smacking her thumping hard clit. Rubbing it fast as she finishes up her mighty orgasm and as mine slows down as well.

We kiss some more. Spit very heatedly racing between our mouths. God, I love fucking this bitch.

I reach under Rhea and start slapping and roughly squeezing her titties. Really hard. She screams out and grins even more wicked and slutty. Playfully biting on my face, sucking on it, and growling. All over it. Awesome shit. Fucking awesome.

“FUCK! THAT WAS GREAT, BABY! WOO!!! YEAH! HAHAHA!”

Rhea and I slump down onto my messy bed and chill. Breathing deep and laughing after our morning anal workout.

We kiss some more. Tongue fucking like crazy. Her long, pierced tongue making mine tingle and smile. Ha.

“I’m gonna grab a beer, stud.” Rhea tickles my tummy, and kisses me once more. Sucking hard on my bottom lip as she crawls over me to get up.

I slap that sexy ass as it… and she… walk outta my room and down the hall to the kitchen. Laughing. Fuck. I found my soulmate. My kinky, tall, bad-ass goth bitch, butt fuck-loving soulmate. Ha.

Whew! I take a deep breath, relaxing on my sweet-stank smelling bed. A good way to start the day, for damn sure. Ha.

In the kitchen, my half-brother Spence almost falls in the floor when he sees the very naked Rhea walk by him at the table, over to the fridge to grab a couple of beers. She leans over to look in the fridge, allowing Spence to get a very, very good view of that freshly fucked, very-well toned booty of hers.

Rhea loves to work out, so her ass is in top notch shape. Just like the rest of her. She’s tall and muscular, but in a very, very, very sexy way.

Spence can’t stop ogling my Aussie chick’s rump.

Rhea notices him staring at her ass. She can feel it from the fridge. She smirks as she grabs the beers, making sure to wiggle her perfectly shaped booty for my insanely-horny, older half-brother.

Rhea turns around and smirks at Spence. Standing about a foot away from him. Towering over him. “Enjoying the show, bitch?” Rhea teases.

Spence just nods and drools. His beady eyes roaming up and down and all over Rhea’s statuesque frame. Her leg tattoos capturing Spence’s attention. Then her bare pussy that’s still leaking her cum. Her long, strong legs. Her perky D cup breasts. Her pierced nipples. Her cocky smirk. Everything about my chick is sexy as fuck.

“Hahahaha!” Rhea laughs, then walks by him, heading back to my room. Spence very, very closely watches her walk all the way back. His eyes glued to that gorgeous ass. He swallows hard. In love with Rhea’s beautiful booty.

Rhea pauses at the door to my room and smirks back at Spence once more. She waves at him and Beşiktaş escort bayan laughs again, kissing her middle finger, then flipping him off with it.

Rhea heads into my room, letting Spence drool all over himself as he dreams about her, and her totally awesome ass, at the kitchen table.

Later… I’m out with my mom…

“Dude, are you evah gonna stop staring at me?” Rhea’s hot Aussie-bitch accent has Spence drooling again. That, and her sitting in the recliner in the living room in a very skimpy black bikini top and skin tight black leggings… no thong underneath. Black leather boots on too. All decked out with her black, goth makeup. Rhea’s nipple piercings poking hard into her skimpy bikini top.

“Oh… umm… sorry. Do you want a beer or something?” Spence stops obsessively staring at Rhea momentarily. He tries to play it cool. Trying to cover up the massive, kinda pervy crush he has on my chick.

“Nah. Thanks anyway. Stop staring at me and come over and watch this porno with me, you perv.” She invites him over.

Spence almost breaks his legs as he furiously hurries over to the couch. He flops down on it in a heap. Rhea laughs and shakes her head.

Rhea’s watching an anal gangbang movie. She fucking loves anal sex. She craves it.

Spence has a dilemma. He can’t decide what to stare at. The movie or Rhea. His beady eyes frantically switch back and forth between both. Rhea mockingly laughs when she sees him struggling with his decision.

She shakes her head once again, then gets back to watching the hot black bitch on tv taking five white dicks up her ass. Two at a time.

Rhea watches closely. She rubs her hard nipples as she watches, not paying any mind anymore to Spence.

He’s watching her now. Almost exclusively. He gulps as Rhea plays with her throbbing nipples. Pinching them and rubbing them. His cock stirring in his baggy shorts from the super-hot sight.

Rhea happens to look over at Spence. She sees him rubbing his bulge. She smirks. Deviously. She’s impressed by the size of that lump of baggy shorts-covered soft dick meat in his hand. Dude’s got a huge cock. Uncircumcised and huge.

“If you’re gonna play with yourself in front of me, bitch, at least have the decency to whip it out and let me see the damn thing.” Rhea laughs, shocking Spence with her demand.

She goes back to watching the big titty black chick take two white dicks up her ass while two more of them jerk off all over her face.

Rhea whips her perky, pierced nipple titties out, quickly yanking her bikini cups off of them. Spence follows suit… with his dick. His fumbles with it, which makes Rhea laugh, but he manages to get it out of the fly of his shorts eventually. It’s half-hard, and leaking clear fluid. It’s really fat and smooth and pale-pink. His foreskin covering about half of the bright-pink head. Rhea is impressed. She doesn’t let Spence know that though.

Rhea pinches her nipples really hard as she Escort beşiktaş watches the porno. The two hard dicks in the black bitch’s ass both flood it with sperm. Their combined cum pouring out of her gaped-out booty hole when they both pull out.

“Jerk it, bitch. And do it right, or I’ll go in the kitchen and get a knife… and whack your balls off.” Rhea makes a cutting motion, teasing Spence. He gets frightened by her teasing. She laughs again. Loud and mocking laughter. Rhea’s got a wild sense of humor, as well as being smokin’ hot and horny. I dig that broad. Ha.

Spence relaxes eventually, and jerks his dick.

“Here, before you start jerking that little dick of yours. Take a few pics, and send them to James.” Rhea hands Spence her phone, then gets up and bends over. She pulls down her leggings and shows her gorgeous ass. Slapping it and squeezing it as Spence fumbles with her phone to take the pic.

“Hurry up, asshole! Do it right!” Rhea grins. Rubbing her ass as she watches the movie.

Spence finally gets his act together, and zooms in on my chick’s plump, very toned dumper. He takes about five pics in all. Zooming in on Rhea’s ass and her pussy.

“Let me see ’em.” She grabs her phone from Spence. His dick is jumping repeatedly, and leaking precum everywhere as he stares hard at that beautiful, bare ass. “Good. Nice job, bitch.” Rhea texts me the pics, then she sits back down in the recliner.

Spence stands there drooling over her for a minute, then he sits back down on the sofa.

“Now… get back to jerking that pathetic little pecker of yours, bitch. Ha!” Rhea mocks Spence. Laughing again. He starts jerking his fat cock, licking his pudgy lips as he stares at Rhea’s jiggling, naked titties too.

Rhea watches Spence jerk his huge dick while she tweaks her hard, pierced nipples. Pulling them and letting them snap back into place, then twisting them around hard and shaking them even harder. Her nipples are throbbing… and Spence is sweating. Jerking his dick fast now. It’s lurching and twitching in his hand. Leaking slimy, clear fluid all over his hand.

“Here… jerk it to this, asshole. I know you wanna fuck it.” Rhea stands up and bends over. Slapping her gorgeous ass again and shaking it. Laughing and flipping off Spence. Teasing him big time.

Spence’s eyes bulge… just like his dick does in his hand. He’s jerking it super fast. It’s pouring precum. He’s grunting and growling, and Rhea’s shaking her ass and laughing at him. Her super sexy, black lipstick-covered lips mesmerizing Spence.

“OH SHIT!” Spence starts shaking spastically on the sofa as he cums all over himself. One fat wad of thick, dick cream after the other pelting him and his shorts. Slowly running everywhere.

Rhea keeps on laughing at, and mocking him, and flipping him off. Her long, pierced tongue out as she very wickedly smirks at him.

“Good…you soaked yourself. You fucking loser. Hahaha!” Rhea flips Spence off once more and quickly pulls up her leggings as he tries to catch his breath on the sofa. Sweating. All covered in cum.

Rhea walks off, laughing. That’s my chick. Always sexy. Always horny. Always a bad-ass cock teaser. Damn, I love that chick… and her gorgeous fucking ass. Ha. Peace.

By: DickThePimp

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by now my ass has got to be stretched out enough to fit my boyfriend and anything else he can think of. for about six weeks I have been letting peter make my ass “ready”. Most days I ware a rather large plug inside my asshole. At first it was kind of uncomfortable but peter assured me the results would be worth it. The worst was the over whelming sensation of my impending bowel movements. I realize that this is my problem and I have to work through it. Peter preferred to have me wait until he got home from work to release my bowels so as to not lose any bit of stretching I might gain during the day. I agreed, although this waiting was sometimes painful and always difficult.

Most days by the time Peter came home I was soaked in sweat from the desire to release compounded by the pressure of the plug. The rim of the plug is very wide and really stretches the tight ring of my asshole. By now I’m almost totally use to the sensation. Everyday Peter comes home from work with a hard on and can hardly wait to take a look at the progression my ass is undergoing. He fingers me contently and has become totally obsessed with my ass now that I have been wearing the plug. In the evenings I empty my ass, and Etiler escort keep it well lubed. This is for my own benefit as peter has a very large cock and strokes my ass quite unceremoniously at his own discretion. He asked me soon after I moved in to remember to always keep it lubed when he is home. We stopped having “regular” sex all together soon after I moved in and its been about four months since I have had cock in my pussy.

Peter sometimes places a soft rubber toy over his cock that fits like a condom but only covers the base of his cock shaft. Its thick rubber and has soft spikes all over it. I love to look at it being buried into my ass in a small hand mirror peter asks me to use.

Often when we go out peter asks me to ware the plug. He also has another “training” that he uses to amuse himself when we go out. Often he likes to take me out to dinner or a party after he has insisted upon me drinking ALLOT of water.

He can be very cruel with this game and requests that I ask him for permission to pee. Often I can barely hold on after he rejects my pleas, and I suffer from quakes and spasms in front of guests who have no idea as to my suffering. I have at Beşiktaş escort times peed myself as a result of this game. I know that this result is inevitable as this is Peter’s plan from the beginning. He acts very irritated by my pleas and demands for me to hold it during the long ride home ( I know he would be more than pissed off if I were to lose it in his Mercedes). The last time we got home after playing this game I dashes through the first floor of the house to the outdoor patio hoping I could at least let go on the grass but before I could make it Peter demanded that I go upstairs and change into a pair of jeans. Which I did before finally going out side and relaxing my bladder on the patio tile, wetting my jeans completely.

Lately I have noticed that the rim of my asshole has gotten allot bigger and is very pronounced. Peter says that it is “descended”, and that it gives my ass a most desirable look of wanting to be fucked. When he has got his cock fully buried inside of my ass the sensation is so good and Peter encourages me to tell him how it feels. I usually wind up begging for him to fuck my ass as deep as he can (which is deep because he is big and long). Sometimes Taksim escort he gets carried away and is more then a little ruff. I give signals for him to ease up but the look on his face tells me I’m just going to have to work into it. When he sucks my nipples he knows he can ass fuck me as hard as he wants and I’ll love it. Most of the time I’m on my back with my legs over his shoulders getting it hard and deep and I love it. To tell the truth after removing that huge all day butt plug, Peters cock is a total relief! I think he knows this and that is why his poundings have gotten more ruff and hot. Afterward he kisses me so passionately and tells me he loves me.

Not to long ago Peter gave me a instruction book on how to manipulate his cock without his having to stroke back and forth.

This is a practice where I use my ass mussels to tighten around his cock. I already was using some of these muscles to control my bowels during my day time ass stretching. There are many sections of my ass that I am learning to control the use of. This information has totally heightened the sensations I experience in my ass while fucking. Currently I am not able to cause Peter to cum from “milking” alone, but I do practice while he is pumping in and out of my ass.

Soon after Peter gave me my new book he asked me to marry him. I am eager to master the milking technique before our honeymoon, however Peter informs me that he has a separate surprise for me!

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It was morning and I was beginning to wake up. I noticed that I was waking up with some good, old fashioned morning wood and was trying to stay asleep to enjoy whatever dream was making me hard this morning. The dream felt so real, it felt as though someone was really stroking my cock. It was all so vivid. It definitely wasn’t my hand, it felt too small and soft. This was incredible, the best dream ever! Then it took a turn my sex dreams never took – I felt a strange feeling in my ass!

Suddenly I realized what was happening. I remembered that I wasn’t alone in bed. I remembered my friend Beth was visiting. I remembered she had found the strap on dildo last night in my apartment. I remembered that she had put it on during our game of Truth or Dare the night before and fucked my ass with it. And I remembered that she went to bed with it still on.

I turned my head to look behind me and see her. “Did you have fun last night?” she asked seductively.

“Of course I did. I always have fun with you.”

“Do you remember our new arrangement?”

“Not at all.”

“What is the new agreement then?” She wanted to hear me say it.

“You are the only one that can make dares now. I have to do anything you want. I am now your bitch for the weekend.”

Beth was rubbing her dildo through my ass crack. As I said those last words the stroking quickened. She was obviously turned on from hearing me say she was in control.

“Are you ready for another ass fucking then?”

“I am ready for anything you want me to do, Beth.”

Her left hand was still reaching around, stroking my cock as we both laid on our right sides. I felt the phallus slide through my cheeks a few more times before after one down stroke it stopped.

“Pull your cheeks apart!”

I reached my left hand back, grabbed my left cheek and pulled it up, giving Beth access to my ass hole. I felt the tip touch my brown hole and then slight pressure. I wanted to feel the cock back inside of me and I felt myself pushing back onto the strap on. Beth pushed forward, my ass relaxed and I felt the head split my crack and push in. She held it there for a second letting me adjust to my anal intruder and feel the round head before she began pushing in more.

Beth wasn’t taking her time being nice and slow while entering me like she had last night. Once she began pushing she just kept going. I felt every inch of the toy sliding past my sphincter muscle. I felt every “vein” of the cock as it slid into me. And then I felt the head pressing against my prostate.

“Oh fuck you are so deep inside of me!”

“I bet I can get it deeper. Would you like to feel me deeper inside your ass?” Beth hissed into my ear.

Without waiting for a reply, Beth took her hand from my cock, placed it on my hips and pushed forward as far as she possibly could. The dildo she was wearing pressed against me from the inside and felt like she was trying to push it through my stomach.

She pulled Etiler escort back and I again felt every ridge of the cock slide across me, just in reverse this time. As the cock began to almost exit me, I felt the pull of Beth’s hand on my hip as her waist moved forward again thrusting the rubber toy back into me. She picked up her pace, moving her hips back and forth, the toy sliding in and out. I loved every second of it. I felt so hard and soft at the same time sliding in and out of me. I could hear Beth breathing in my ear. Her lust was evident. She was loving the power of being on the fucking end of things for once.

“Fuck yeah, take my cock you little bitch! You like your ass filled, don’t you? You love feeling me fuck you deep!”

And I did! Each time she pushed it deep inside me I moaned like a bitch in heat. I never wanted her to take the tool out of me.

I felt Beth shift her weight to her left and made us both roll off of our right sides and onto our stomachs without ever removing the dildo from my ass. Beth’s weight was now on top of me. She moved up onto her elbows, pulled her knees up more and pushed deep inside of me again. In her new position, Beth had even more control and began grinding her pelvis into my ass. Each stroke went all the way out until just the tip was left inside me and then she slammed the entire length back into me.

My dick was pressed against the bed and each thrust also brought with it the pleasure of friction against my shaft. The new sensation was amazing and was making it hard not to cum. Beth seemed to read my mind.

“Don’t you fucking cum yet!” she demanded. “I have another dare planned for that. You let me know when you think you can’t hang on any longer. Until then, just keep enjoying me inside your ass!”

Beth was so worked up now that she couldn’t stop her dirty talk.

“You really love this thing inside of you, huh? I bet you are starting to wonder what a real cock would feel like inside your ass. Would you like that? I know I would like to watch it. That would be so hot, watching some guy ass fuck you!”

She didn’t wait for any answers, just kept turning herself on more with her talk. She was pounding my tight hole. Each thrust carried as much force as she could muster. The bed rocked into the wall each time she pushed it back inside of me. My bed was squeaking and I could only imagine what my downstairs neighbors were thinking!

It was all too much now. I couldn’t last much longer. The fucking had lasted at least 20 minutes and I needed to cum!

“I’m ready to cum, Beth.”

She pulled out of me in one long motion and stood on the bed.

“Roll onto your back. Good, now throw your legs back so you are doubled over with your ass in the air.”

I did as I was told. Beth moved above me, put one leg on each side of me, bent her knees and sunk the dildo back into my ass. She just resumed her fucking in this awkward position. She was sliding into me Etiler escort bayan like a piston in a car engine. I also noticed how close my dick was to my face.

“Are you ready for your next dare?” she asked as she continued thrusting downward. “I dare you to open your mouth, cum on your own face and swallow as much as you can shoot into your mouth!”

Beth kept fucking me, the whole time looking straight down, not taking a chance to miss me giving myself a facial. Each thrust brought my cock closer to my mouth and I wondered if it were possible to give myself a blow job from this position. I was past the point of no return. I needed to cum. As I watched the sexy, slender red head above me repeatedly slam a strap on dildo into my ass, I opened my mouth and began to stroke my cock.

“Oh yes! You’re going to do this! Fuck yeah! Shoot your load all over your face! I want to watch you swallow your own cum so badly! Fucking cum for me!”

Beth’s comments were leaving her mouth as fast as her dildo was penetrating me. Then it happened. The first shot missed my mouth and made me flinch as it landed just below my left eye. I readjusted in time and the second shot landed right on my tongue. So did the second and third before the fourth and fifth missed again and coated my face. I was then done with shots of my load and just moved my cock back over my mouth to let the last few dribbles fall onto my waiting tongue.

“Don’t swallow yet!” Beth demanded as she pulled the dildo out of my ass and let my legs fall back to the bed. “Sit up and open wide!”

She reached over and grabbed her camera and snapped pictures of the sticky jizz in my mouth and on my face. “I am going to cum so hard when I masturbate to these back home! Ok, swallow now.”

I did as was told and felt the creamy mess slide down my throat. I then licked as much as I could off of my lips. Then Beth scooped as much of my spunk off of my chin as possible and fed it to me. Each time I swallowed my seed right down. Each time I enjoyed it more.

“Fuck that was hot!” exclaimed Beth. “Now, clean my dick off like a good little bitch. Taste the remnants of shit you left on my pole you dirty little whore!”

I got on my knees and took the dildo into my mouth and slid my mouth down the shaft, licking it as I went, tasting the muskiness of my own ass. Beth was looking down on me, enjoying treating me like her bitch as I sucked her cock. I felt her pushing farther with each thrust – Beth was trying to get me to deepthroat the rod. My throat began to relax and accommodate more and more of the intruder, just as my ass had done.

“That’s it,” she said approvingly. “Take me in your throat. You are becoming quite the cocksucker and fucker. You could really please some guys cock. I know you are pleasing mine. Now, open up and take it all!”

Beth reached her right hand around the back of my head and began to push as she slowly thrust her hips forward. The object escort etiler met with resistance the back of my throat, but it was quickly obvious that she would not be pulling backward until she couldn’t push any farther. I began to consciously contort my throat muscles, trying to find a way to take the entire length. Beth began to increase the pressure on the back of my head. There was maybe a quarter inch left to go and Beth pushed my head and jabbed her hips forward and my lips were around the base of the toy – my nose touching her flat stomach. I had taken the entire thing. Since she had gotten it this far into my ass, too, I could taste dried shit every millimeter along the way.

“Look up at me! That’s good! Fuck, I think I can see the shape of it in your throat!”

Beth reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my camera and snapped a picture. She then proceeded to slide the dildo out of my mouth in half inch increments, taking a picture each time she stopped.

“Does this thing have a video function to it?” It did. And Beth found it. For being a small little camera it had surprisingly good video quality and it also recorded sound. She aimed the lens at herself and recorded an intro.

“Hi, this is Beth. I am making my little bitch boy Patrick suck my strap on dildo after I just fucked his ass good and deep with it. I hope you enjoy watching.”

She then trained the camera back down on me and told me to suck her good. I was a little uneasy about the camera, but I wasn’t going to disappoint! I grabbed her hips and pulled my mouth forward as far as possible making myself deepthroat her this time. That received some very positive commentary from her on the video as she kept a running dialogue of the entire event. I got into a good pace. The cock slid past my lips, into my mouth and down my throat. Then slid out of my throat, past my tongue and then the tip was on my lips.

I was sucking her nicely. My throat had adapted to the pole being pushed into it with each thrust and a good amount of saliva had built up acting as lube. But Beth wanted to put on a show for the camera, so she grabbed my head again and began thrusting. She was going all the way in each time, but was moving much faster. She was fucking my face. Saliva was flowing freely and I was drooling out of the sides of my mouth from her fucking. I felt so depraved and I loved it! Finally, Beth slammed her cock home into the back of my throat and instead of pulling back out as I expected, she left the member choking me. My eyes were bugging out of my head as I looked up at her, pleading her with my eyes to take it out and let me breath again. Beth loved it and she told the camera so. At last, she pulled the cock from my throat and my mouth completely. I gasped for air deeply, inhaling as much as possible!

Beth again turned the camera on herself saying, “Now THAT, my friends, is how you suck a cock! I hope you enjoyed watching my slut Patrick blow me!” And she turned the camera off.

“We need two things now,” declared Beth. “First, we need to find a web site to post this video and two, to record more!” And she bent over, kissed me deeply on the lips, and walked out of my bedroom to my computer, leaving me still on my knees. I couldn’t wait for more!

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One

Samantha knew she had to be strong and not break down and cry when her solicitor rang and told her the arrangements following Richard’s death were completed and she had lost the fight to stay in her apartment. There had been times when it seemed the heartache, the pain of Richard’s death, the misery of being confronted by his vengeful wife would overwhelm Samantha as she fought to keep what Richard had said would always be hers. But now the fight was over.

“I’m sorry, Sam, but there was nothing in Richard’s will that gives you ownership. He paid the mortgage but he didn’t leave it to you in his will.”

Sam did her best to be defiant. “I take it no one’s going to mind if I go away for a few days? I mean can anyone change the locks or anything?”

“Oh God, no. You have three months before you’re required to vacate. Legally no one can do anything during that time.” The solicitor paused. Then he asked, “What were you thinking of doing?”

Sam wondered if he really cared. “I’m not sure yet. I just want to get away. Escape from all the memories.”

“That sounds like a good idea. It’ll give you time to think everything over so you can start rebuilding your life when you get back.”

Sam didn’t want to think about rebuilding or even returning. As soon as she said the words she knew she wanted to get as far away from London as she could. And she knew exactly where she was going.

In the space of an hour she had gathered her passport and credit cards, dressed in a cashmere sweater and jeans, packed a suitcase, rung the magazine she worked for as a freelance editor and told them she was going on holiday and would take the manuscripts she was working on with her. She backed her car out of the garage and headed for Portsmouth and the ferry services to the west coast of France.

Sam wanted to go back to the place she remembered from her teenage years, on holiday with her parents and intent on learning about the wonders of other places, other peoples, and other cultures. She longed to recapture some of that innocence, walking the beaches and cliffs of the Côte Sauvage, the windswept southern coast of Brittany that has been battered by the mountainous waves of the eastern Atlantic for thousands of years.

* * * * *

Leaning against a rail on the deck outside the passenger lounge, enjoying the feel of the wind in her hair, Sam offered a silent prayer of thanks the sea was smooth; the waves turning a golden orange as the sun slowly sank beneath the horizon. She could hear the dull throb of the engines and see the trail of white foam thrown up behind the ship. In only seven hours she would be driving south from St-Malo, every kilometer taking her further away from the sadness that had enveloped her since Richard’s death.

“Your hair looks very beautiful in the setting sun,” a voice said, and Sam turned.

“Oh?” she said to the young man standing behind her with a slight smile on his face.

“Yes. If you don’t mind my saying so.” He spoke English with a strong French accent.

Sam noticed he dropped his gaze unashamedly from her face to her breasts. “I suppose not,” she said and started to walk away.

“Oh, it is purely an artistic impression,” the young man said quickly. “I am an artist so I can’t help noticing feminine beauty.”

Something made Sam stop. She knew she was being rude to the young Frenchman and it suddenly felt nice to be paid a compliment.

“It’s kind of you to say so,” she said, her voice softer.

Sam took in the thick mass of black, wavy hair the young man kept sweeping back from his face with his right hand. His fingers were long and slender, those of an artist. His eyes were blue behind tortoiseshell glasses, his smile natural and unforced. He did not look like someone who made a habit of picking up women with casual compliments.

The young man stepped forward and pulled open the door of the lounge.

“My name is Alain Bazon. Can I buy you a cognac –?”

“Samantha. Sam. Yes, all right, that would be nice.” She went to sit down at a table while he made his way over to the bar.

Alain bought the drinks and said as he joined her, “It is a shame you shorten your name to something so masculine. Samantha is so much nicer than Sam.”

“I was named after an aunt.”

“It is still a beautiful name,” Alain said, raising his glass to her.

“Is everything beautiful for you?” Sam said sharply, regretting immediately it sounded like a criticism. But she went on, “My hair, my name –“

“Merely as beautiful as the woman who carries them,” Alain said.

Sam was about to laugh when she saw he was being serious. There was no way she would describe herself as beautiful. She knew she was attractive, and her hair was a lustrous golden-blonde, but she thought her breasts were too big for her petite frame, her tummy was rounded and her bottom was plump and curvy. Sam sighed as she remembered Richard telling her how much he adored her body; it seemed like forever since her lover had made her cry out in the blissful Etiler escort release of orgasm.

“Don’t tell me. In a moment you’ll find the courage to ask if you can sketch me in the nude. Just slip out of those clothes, Madame, you’ll say, and I will immortalize you. Before I ravish you, of course.”

Alain laughed. “Oh, please, Sam…nothing so predictable. A true artist would not combine the two. He would sketch single-mindedly until the portrait was finished. There would be no thought in his mind for lovemaking until he put down his charcoal.”

His eyes held Sam’s and he lowered his voice theatrically. “However, once the work was done and he was sharing a drink with his gorgeous model who would compliment him on the accuracy of his portraiture, she might well be happy to thank him in whatever way seemed appropriate…”

Sam couldn’t help smiling. She was flattered Alain was trying so hard to seduce her.

Alain smiled and shrugged. “That, at least, is the fantasy,” he said lightly. “Not to mention owning a huge studio apartment in the center of Paris and selling my paintings to a world-famous dealer for millions of Euros.”

Sam laughed with genuine amusement. “It’s nice to have dreams when you’re young.”

Alain gave her a piercing look and she wondered if she had said the wrong thing.

“Sam, I am 24 and you are no more than ten or fifteen years older than me, and it is obvious from the absence of wedding ring you are not the ‘Madame’ you claim to be.”

“You’re very perceptive,” she said.

“An artist’s eye for detail. Now, it is your turn to buy the cognac as I am a struggling artist, and I would be very willing to listen if you wanted to talk.”

“Oh god, there’s no way I want to tell you my life story,” Sam said dismissively. But she still found herself buying a bottle rather than just two more drinks, deciding it wasn’t everyday a handsome young Frenchman was prepared to listen while she explained why she was running away from everything and everyone she had ever known.

* * * * *

Sam couldn’t recall the moment she stopped talking and drifted off to sleep, but she woke to find her head resting in Alain’s lap and felt his hand lying across her chest, his hand cupping the weight of her left breast. For a moment she wondered whether to be offended but then decided she liked the feeling of Alain’s warm fingers holding her. The bar was empty, the bartender gone.

“Bonjour,” a voice said from above her. “There is just time for coffee and croissants before we dock.”

She sat up, a little embarrassed for having fallen asleep on the young Frenchman although he seemed quite unconcerned.

“God, I must look a fright,” she said and ran her fingers through her tousled hair.

“Of course not. You are –” he started to say and Sam cut him off.

“I know. Beautiful.”

Alain grinned, and Sam couldn’t help wishing for a moment their time together could have been longer. The phrase ‘strangers passing in the night’ came to her mind.

She led the way to the top deck café, now serving breakfast, and asked, “Where are you headed when we dock? Is someone meeting you?”

“I am going home. To Auray,” Alain said. “It is a pretty town in southern Brittany. I must hitchhike because I am a penniless artist.”

“I’m going to the Côte Sauvage,” Sam said, keeping her voice light. “And I have a car. I could give you a lift if you like?”

Alain shook his head. “I could not impose, Sam,” he said.

“Why?” Sam guessed his protest was for show but she played along. “I’ve said I’m going that way.”

“Yes. To forget for a while,” Alain said, his voice full of sorrow for her. He paused and then said, “Alright, that would be most kind. And my father will be only too happy to provide a room for you.”

“Oh but I couldn’t –” Sam started to say, thinking Alain meant in a private house.

Alain shook his head. “He is the patron of the best hotel in Auray. Very small but très chic and he is a true artist in the kitchen. Papa will repay you for the kindness of your giving me a lift.”

“That sounds perfect,” Sam said. And she meant it.

* * * * *

Two

Sam smiled at Alain’s skeptical look when he saw she was driving a Porsche, but he visibly relaxed when he saw how skillfully she drove out of St. Malo and on to the N137 south towards Rennes. They stopped for lunch just outside the city and then Sam turned southwest towards Vannes and Auray, driving into the small riverside town around four in the afternoon.

Following Alain’s directions, Sam drove carefully down a steep cobbled street that brought them out at a picturesque stone bridge across a river. There was a half-timbered building on the other side with tables and chairs outside.

“This is the old quarter, St. Goustan,” Alain said. “There is the hotel. Will you park in front while I go in for a moment? I will not be long.”

“Yes. Of course.” Sam wondered how Papa would react to Alain having brought an unexpected female guest.

Alain’s Beşiktaş escort father turned out to be warm and welcoming, kissing Sam on both cheeks. He picked up her bags and led the way to a tastefully furnished room with a view of the river winding slowly and gently downstream.

“Oh this is perfect, Monsieur Bazon. Thank you,” Sam said, genuinely pleased.

“Please, call me Philippe, Samantha. You will join us for dinner? I hope you will not mind sharing a drink with Alain beforehand because we do not eat until after I have attended to my guests.”

“Of course,” Sam said. “I look forward to it.”

Philippe Bazon smiled and left the room and Sam started to unpack, amazed to find herself happily humming a French melody she remembered from a holiday she had taken with her parents a lifetime ago.

* * * * *

The night was warm and dry. Sam walked down to the hotel’s bar wearing only a light cotton print skirt and a sleeveless cardigan buttoned up the front. Although her breasts were too big for her not to wear a bra she still went without, wanting to be unfettered, free, to have the pleasure of feeling her nipples rubbing against the gorgeously soft wool. It was part of her new persona, a sensuous woman who didn’t feel self-conscious wearing nothing under her sweater and skirt.

Alain was waiting for her and Sam felt a little thrill of sexual desire when she saw his smile of pleasure at seeing her. He was wearing a white cotton shirt and dark brown corduroy pants. He looked tanned, handsome, every inch the young artist, carefree and delighted to respond to her need for romance and laughter.

“I ordered you a Kir Royale,” Alain said and handed her the mix of crème de cassis and white wine. It was strong and fragrant and Sam loved the way the alcohol instantly relaxed her, made her alive to the sound of the river, the smells drifting in from the dining room, the coolness of the leather seat against the cheeks of her bottom, bare beneath her skirt. The thrill of desire she felt earlier grew stronger and her cunt felt creamy, making her aware of how long it had been since she had been fucked. Her arousal suddenly made her possessive as she listened to Alain’s stories about his life in Paris.

“And are there girls, a girlfriend?” she asked.

“No one special,” he said. “No one who would miss me if I was not there.”

“That’s a pity,” Sam said, and Alain smiled at her.

They talked until Philippe called them for dinner and served gigot of lamb and locally grown vegetables. The food and wine were superb and Sam joined with Alain’s toast to his father, agreeing his son had not exaggerated his skill in the kitchen. Philippe Bazon glowed with pleasure, delighted by the compliment.

“Will you come for a walk with me?” Alain asked when they had finished eating and Sam emptied her coffee cup.

She looked across at Philippe, half-hoping he would object. The wine had lowered her inhibitions and she was enjoying having not one but two attractive Frenchmen treat her as the center of attention.

“But of course, you must,” said Philippe, smiling at her. “You should see the gardens of the ruined monastery. They are beautiful in the moonlight and it is said to be haunted from the time when Brittany had its own kings.”

“That would be lovely,” Sam said, grateful Philippe showed no resentment at the attention his son was paying her.

She followed Alain as he led the way out of the hotel and toward the bridge over the river. When they reached the mid-point he stopped and leaned over, watching the waters as they swirled away into the darkness.

“When I was young I used to come here all the time,” he said. “I would talk to my mother in my mind and believe the river carried my words to her.”

Sam asked, “What happened to her?”

“She died in an accident. A speeding police car left the road and smashed her car into a wall. Papa bought the hotel with the compensation we were given by the government. I hardly knew her: I was only three when she was killed.”

“I’m sorry.”

“There is no need for you to be,” Alain said and Sam saw him smile in the glow of the overhead streetlight. “I only told you because standing here reminded me.”

“Did it work, the river carrying your words?”

“I like to think so,” Alain said and smiled. He started walking and Sam followed him up the cobbled street to the town square. There was a blaze of light from a bar that was still open and two old men were sitting on chairs outside, talking softly.

“Bonsoir,” Alain called as he and Sam walked past.

They came to an iron gate in a high wall between two buildings. Alain pushed it open and said, “Here. This is the entrance to the monastery gardens.”

Sam followed him, her senses suddenly filled with the scent of blossom on the night air. What was it Philippe had said? That the garden was full of ghosts from medieval times? Sam felt as if a much more recent ghost was standing beside her. The remembrance that she had so often shared such experiences Taksim escort with Richard was very strong as she walked with Alain along a gravel pathway between neatly mown lawns and rhododendron bushes heavy with flowers. Sam walked over to an iron-framed bench, resting her hands on the back as she closed her eyes, surrounded by the smells and the silence.

Alain came up behind her and bent his head into the curve of her neck, his lips barely touching against the smooth skin. Sam let out a soft sigh and Alain kissed her neck more firmly, sliding his lips up under her hair to the lobe of her ear. He bit it gently, making Sam shiver with renewed arousal. Instinctively she moved her legs apart and leaned back against his chest, unresisting as his hands closed over the fullness of her breasts, cupping them through her cardigan.

Sam opened her eyes and tried to turn so she and Alain could kiss but he held her with his body against the back of the bench. She gasped when he started opening the buttons of her cardigan and exposed her heavy breasts, filling his hands with their soft weight, caressing them and rolling the stiff tips of her nipples between his fingers. She felt him press the hardness of his cock into the furrow between her buttocks and realized she was moments away from being fucked.

“Alain…please,” Sam said softly, her voice betraying her desire. “I want to, but not here. Can we go back to the hotel?”

“Of course,” and he released her from his embrace and stood back so Sam could button her cardigan.

The sense of unease Sam felt in the gardens lessened with every step she took towards the hotel. At the bottom of the stairs leading up to the guest rooms Alain paused for a moment and said, “I must just say goodnight to Papa.”

Sam leaned over to kiss him gently on the cheek. “Thank him for inviting me to stay,” she said softly.

“It is our pleasure. I hope you will remain for as long as you like. At least until you find the peace you are looking for.”

Sam smiled but didn’t reply.

She walked to her room and closed the door behind her, leaving the light off and the curtains open so she could stand and watch the river, its surface shimmering in the moonlight. There was a soft tap and Sam drew Alain into the moonlit room and put two fingers on his lips as a signal not to speak.

She watched Alain’s face as she unbuttoned the sleeveless cardigan and drew it off her shoulders. Then she hooked her fingers inside the waist of her print skirt and pushed it down over her hips. As she did so, Sam shook her hair to fan it across her shoulders and down her back, the movement making her breasts jiggle and sway.

“Now you,” she said softly as she sat on the bed, her face level with his groin.

Alain stood in front of her and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it from the waistband of his pants. He dropped it on the floor and stood with his hands by his sides as Sam reached up and ran her hands down along the smooth skin of his neck and across the muscles of his chest. She moved her hands lower, marveling at the flatness of his stomach, delighting in the warm smell coming from his skin. She put her lips to it, wanting to taste his flesh, the taut muscles rippling in response as she opened her lips and trailed her tongue across the smooth surface.

The Frenchman rested his hands gently on her head as Sam reached for the buckle of his belt. She flicked the clasp, ran the zip down, and opened his pants. His cock was already hard, the head protruding above the waistband of his briefs. She hooked her fingers inside the waistband of his pants and briefs and pushed them both down his legs. He quickly stepped out of them and kicked them away. The movement made his cock quiver and sway and then it stood out hard and straight from his groin, the tip throbbing, precum dripping from the glans.

For a long moment Sam stared at Alain’s cock. She loved its size, the smell of it. She wanted to taste it, make love to it with her mouth, suck his sperm from it. She stretched her arms up to lay her hands on his chest, spreading her body into an attitude of worship as she opened her lips and sucked as much of his cock into her mouth as she could.

Slowly and carefully Sam worked her ovaled lips down the length of Alain’s cock, working the glans past her palate. She still hadn’t captured all of him when the head entered her throat, his cock filling her mouth with its heat and salty flavor, semen trickling down her throat and into her stomach. He tasted wonderful.

Bit by bit, Sam released the saliva-slick length of Alain’s cockshaft from the confines of her mouth. She swirled her mouth round the swollen head when it appeared, pressing her lips against the ridge behind his glans to squeeze out delicious droplets of sperm which she swallowed. Then she took him back into her throat, inhaling the masculine scent of his pubic hair and pendant balls.

A low groan of pleasure escaped the Frenchman’s chest and he bent at the waist to reach under Sam’s outstretched arms to take her breasts in his hands, squeezing their weight softly in time to the movements of her head and mouth as she feasted on his cock. She gurgled with pleasure and increased the hot suction of her mouth, hollowing her cheeks to draw at the long shaft and the bulging head.

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It was just getting late enough to be early again, and the dressing room was starting to become almost crowded. The atmosphere was one of tired relaxation, and the air was cloudy with smoke and deodorant. Water was running in the adjacent shower room. Rachel leaned back in her wheelchair, and happily accepted the cold bottle of beer. There was glitter on her arms and around her eyes.

‘Man what a night,’ she said and popped the bottle cap.

‘You were gone a bloody long time, you know,’ said Susan.

‘Cheers,’ they said, and clinked their bottles together.

‘Ah, I needed that.’

‘You looked like it,’ said Susan.

Rachel scoffed and looked up at Susan’s smirk. Susan was probably the tallest, broadest woman Rachel had ever seen and certainly the most muscular. Until she’d met her, Rachel had had no idea that there was a market for women like her. Amazonian Beauty they called her, and that she was. Her thighs were mighty like tree trunks, and each biceps was a piston full of such an enormous power that it’s potential could be felt in even the smallest movements. Even before becoming paralysed Rachel had been rather short, and now next to this giantess she had to look truly tiny.

Susan sat back down on one of the sofa chairs and sank into the cushions.

‘Sure you don’t want one?’ Susan asked the girl in one chair over.

‘Nope, don’t like the taste,’ said Emma, and dismissively waved an arm stump. Instead, a glass of coke stood beside her.

If Susan made Rachel feel even smaller than usual than Emma’s presence had the exact opposite effect. Rachel had been genuinely shocked upon first seeing this particular co-worker. An accident had claimed most of both of Emma’s legs, all of her left arm, and her right hand, leaving her remarkably helpless. She’d finished with her last customer for the day and had had her prosthetic legs taken off, which were now leaning against a wall behind her.

‘So what was the matter with your guy?’ asked Emma.

‘It wasn’t the chocolate fountain and whipped cream guy, was it? Ha, do you remember the mess, Emma?’ Susan asked.

‘I’m sure she does, and so do I,’ Rachel’s eyes narrowed.

‘Oh that’s right,’ Emma blushed and tried to hide a smile with her stump.

Susan looked confused, then came realization.

‘Oh, that’s right! You helped her wash afterwards.’

‘Sure did,’ said Rachel.

‘Aw, and you did a great job, really,’ Emma said meekly, but earnestly.

‘Ha! I wouldn’t complain, some people pay a fortune for that privilege,’ Susan’s laugh very much suggested that this hadn’t been her first beer.

‘Well tonight I’d have taken chocolate sauce, whipped cream or happy bath time,’ Rachel shook her head. ‘Some people.’

‘I’m just surprised that you can still be surprised by stuff like that, how long have you been working here now? A year?’ Susan shrugged. ‘I’d have thought you’ve pretty much seen it all.’

‘Well, girls,’ Susan said and leaned forward for maximum effect.

‘What do you know about hentai?’

‘Ooh, lot’s of potential there,’ said Emma. ‘Did you wear a wig?’

Emma’s own bright, purple hair would probably be perfect for many an anime enthusiast, and she twirled it absent-mindedly around her stump as she spoke.

‘You’re an honest to god, tits smacking, wanking arse prostitute. How are you so naive?’ there was something like genuine admiration in Susan’s voice.

‘Some like colourful hair,’ Emma said defensively.

‘They do,’ Susan was smirking again. ‘Also gore, pregnancy, werewolves, weird transformations and tentacles. Am I close?’

‘Yes actually,’ Rachel admitted.

‘Wait a second,’ Emma interjected.

‘You know I thought you’d have follow up questions,’ Susan laughed, and as her body shook the others could watch a fascinating interplay of bulging muscles moving about under her bronze skin.

‘Transformations?’ Emma pressed on.

‘Well you know, it’s escapism, isn’t it. These ideas of becoming something else, leaving behind reality, they’re what drives a lot of the people that come here. Some of them just like to take it a step further,’ Susan explained, clearly bursa escort beginning to enjoy the sound of her own voice.

‘Yes, but what sort of transformations?’

‘Oh all sorts of things: human to animal, male to female, I don’t know, dragon to chicken, the possibilities are really endless, although some are quite a bit harder to role-play than others. I’ve had to play a violent ogre once,’ Susan concluded proudly.

Rachel didn’t miss a beat.

‘I can see that,’ she said.

‘Ha! Thanks, Professor X.’

‘I’m not bald.’

‘Did you get body paint?’ asked Emma.

‘Nope, but I did have a club. Took a lot of restraint not to clobber the guy and call it a day, I can tell you that,’ Susan mimed the movement rather convincingly.

The water in the shower was turned off, and gurgles of plumbing followed.

Rachel drummed her fingers on the rims of her wheelchair, thinking.

‘Yeah, I guess you’d get the submissives mostly, Susan. It’s different for us,’ Rachel pointed at Emma and herself.

‘We get the ones who like control, who want to feel powerful. You must’ve met some interesting people, Emma,’ Rachel looked at the remnants of Emma’s limbs.

‘Yes, but they were usually satisfied with what they got. It’s not like I ever had to dress up for anyone.’

‘I’m not surprised, purple-haired quadruple amputee, I’m pretty sure you are plenty exotic for your average brothel-bound thrill seeker,’ Susan said.

‘Thanks, I think…,’ Emma said.

The shower room door opened, and white hot steam wafted into the room.

‘Oh, hey Rachel,’ Sally said.

She was wearing nothing but slippers and a towel, and let out a great yawn, as she crossed the room, approaching one of the mirrors.

‘You all done for tonight?’ Sally asked, and began to rummage through a drawer.

Appearance-wise she was the most normal girl present with no wheelchair, missing limbs or bulging muscles helping her to stand out. She was slim and conventionally pretty, instead, it were her services that could be considered exotic.

‘Yup,’ said Susan. ‘Just waiting for Southerner with the books.’

They watched Sally gathering together make-up and jewelry.

‘Oh. Who’s the late night caller?’ asked Rachel.

‘I like to call him Generous McMoneybags,’ said Sally, and smiled. ‘And I’m just fine with that. Less competition, if you know what I mean.’

She plugged in a blow dryer.

‘Anyway, Rachel here was telling us about a little tentacle adventure,’ Susan said.

‘Oh?’ Sally perked up. ‘Got out of hand?’

‘It wasn’t exactly tentacles,’ Rachel said. ‘Have you guys ever seen those latex mermaid tails?’

‘Oh yes,’ Emma said, sounding almost excited. ‘I’ve seen people swim in those, they are really pretty.’

‘And he wanted you?’ Susan asked. ‘The little wheelchair girl? I’d have thought he’d want you to move about in the thing.’

‘Oh no, he had this whole story to go along with the tail, and it was a nice tail too. It was quite romantic really. I was the beautiful mermaid that had been caught by the grisly, manly fisherman.

Of course, I feared for my life, but then our eyes met, and we’d fell in love instantly. The fisherman couldn’t live underwater obviously so I left the ocean behind to be with my soul mate.’

Rachel put a hand on her chest and pretended to choke with emotion.

‘Aww that sounds really sweet,’ Emma said and covered her face with her stump. ‘You’re going to ruin it now, aren’t you?’

‘Well, Emma,’ Rachel said. ‘As I’m sure you know there are two main groups of clients who specifically ask for disabled girls. Those who just want to try something a little different for once, and those with something or someone very specific in mind. You know, stuff like Batgirl or Ensign Pazlar from Star Trek, or even Nessarose from that Wicked musical.’

‘Those can be fun,’ said Susan, no doubt thinking of her stint as ogre.

‘Sure,’ admitted Rachel. ‘It started out fun too. You see he chose me because the mermaid was supposed to be helpless on land, slowly losing her strength, but persevering nonetheless, because of how in love escort bursa she was. So he carried me around, pushed me in my chair, with the tail on and everything, and generally waited on me.’

She’d had to speak up for the last part of her story as Sally had begun to blow dry her hair. Susan used the opportunity to stretch her legs a little. She got two new beers from the cooler and handed one to Rachel, who nodded in thanks.

Sally mouthed the word ‘Sorry’. She’d been listening, but now she had to get ready. Rachel and Emma leaned back, they were still recovering from their respective clients, and unlike Susan weren’t the restless types.

When Sally had finished her hair had turned into a beautiful, voluminous wave. She flipped it back and smiled at the effect.

Susan wolf-whistled, and walked up behind Sally.

‘You’re pulling out all the stops, aren’t you.’

Sally smirked confidently and began to apply foundation.

‘It’ll be worth it, trust me,’ she said.

‘Is he nice?’ Emma asked.

Sally laughed.

‘His wallet is,’ she said, without looking away from the mirror.

Susan sat back down.

‘So he fawned over his little mermaid?’ she asked Rachel. ‘Sounds fine to me.’

‘Of course, but you see I was getting weaker on land. After while I wasn’t allowed to use my hands, and after that, he told me that I was so weak I couldn’t even speak.’

‘Sounds like he had to do most of the work,’ said Susan.

‘True, I guess I was fine with that part. But things took a turn for the worse for us poor lovers. Eventually, it all was just too much my little mermaid heart, and, well… I died.’

‘Ooh boy,’ said Sally. ‘That’s never a good sign.’

‘That wasn’t the end of it, was it?’ Susan asked.

‘Nope,’ Rachel sighed. ‘He knew how to bring me back of course.’

‘Oh, let me guess,’ Sally said, flirting with her reflection. ‘He had to fuck the life into your pretty, little corpse.’

‘Yup,’ Rachel took a big gulp.

‘And you just had to be still? The whole time?’ Emma asked, almost awed.

‘Well really only until he came, he didn’t seem to care afterwards. But he really savoured the moment. Shot his hot load all over my tail, and then smeared the stuff all over me, massaging it in like fucking sunscreen, shouting about how he was sharing his life force with me. In the end, I had to suck every last drop from his twitching, little willy, you know, act like I couldn’t get enough of his ever so precious juices. It was fucking weird, I can tell you that.’

‘It was weird fucking,’ said Sally.

‘Ha!’ said Susan. ‘That’s nothing new around here.’

Rachel finished her beer, and even Susan looked impressed.

‘I need a shower,’ Rachel said, and put the bottle down forcefully.

The others looked at her expression.

‘Are you alright?’ Emma asked.

‘Fine, just… what the hell,’ Rachel shrugged. ‘Guess I didn’t expect anything like that.’

Susan threw an arm around Rachel’s shoulder.

‘Don’t worry about it,’ she said amicably. ‘We all get a weirdo sometimes.’

‘Quite,’ said Sally. ‘And remember that what you call weird can always be normal for someone else. I try not to judge. I’d have to start with myself, and then I’d never get done.’

Sally blew a kiss. She’d finished putting on her make-up. Her full lips were a bright cherry red now, and she batted impressive eyelashes.

‘No one argues that,’ Rachel smiled tiredly, and gave her chair a little push.

She grabbed her towel and her little plastic shower kit, and put them into her lap, before wheeling through the dressing room towards the shower.

Susan’s eyes followed Rachel until she’d closed the door behind her.

‘Is she okay?’ asked Emma.

‘She’ll be fine,’ said Susan. ‘Just a bit shaken. Playing dead might be a little hard on her cause of her legs.’

‘I guess I can see that,’ Emma nodded.

Soon they could hear running water again.

‘Don’t worry she’s tough,’ said Sally, and diverted attentions by dropping her towel.

She inspected herself in the mirror.

‘What do you think?’

‘What? Feeling bursa escort bayan insecure? Well, you’ve got perky tits and a nice, round arse, there I said it,’ Susan grunted.

‘You’re adorable,’ Sally replied.

Susan scoffed.

Sally began to dress herself, truly a sight to behold. A tiny black thong was the centerpiece of the ensemble, followed by a pair of fishnet stockings, and ridiculously impractical high heels, also black. For her upper body, she had an equally black latex corset with a neckline that was very nearly too low.

‘Wanna help me out here?’

‘Sure,’ Susan got up and stepped closer.

‘You want it tight?’ she asked.

‘Unbearably so,’ Sally took a deep breath.

‘Woah,’ said Emma, as Susan pulled at the strings.

Sally’s breasts wandered up noticeably, and she eyed their reflection with glee.

‘Nicely done,’ she said.

Susan felt the pushed up breasts.

‘Oy,’ said Sally, and slapped Susan’s hand.

‘What? Doesn’t that feel nice?’

There was a thump, as Sally put a large bag on the table in front of her.

‘Oh looks like you’re going all out tonight,’ Susan observed.

‘Indeed,’ Sally opened the bag. ‘He’s a special guy.’

She took out a leather collar and fastened it around her neck, then attached a long, metal leash. On the table, she laid out a ball gag, a blindfold, and a pair of metal cuffs.

She bent her knees, keeping her back straight due to the corset, and put the cuffs around her ankles, then closed them with an audible click, and straightened up again. She took a few tiny steps. Quite similar, Emma thought, to her own when she was wearing her prosthetics.

Next Sally produced a pair of latex gloves. They were mono gloves, which would hold her arms behind her back, covering them all the way from the fingertips to past the elbows.

‘Can you hold those up for me?’ she asked, and Susan complied.

Sally put her arms through the gloves, and in an impressive display of dexterity bent them back so far, that she hardly needed force to get them in all the way.

She wriggled her hands. They were now covered with latex mittens, and she couldn’t lift a single finger.

Satisfied she nodded towards Susan.

‘Alright close me up.’

Susan began. It was rather like tying shoe laces, and it was fascinating to watch Sally’s should being forced further and further back. Finally, to stop Sally from lifting her arms up even behind her back, Susan attached the mono-glove to the corset.

‘There,’ said Susan, and turned Sally around by her shoulders. ‘All done.’

‘You’re very good at this,’ Sally smiled mischievously.

‘Don’t get any ideas,’ Susan said and slapped Sally’s bum.

‘Meanie,’ Sally pouted.

‘You know you look kinda scary like this,’ said Emma.

‘You’re one to talk,’ Sally said looking at Emma’s scars.

‘I know, but those I didn’t make myself.’

‘True, but to be honest some people like scary.’

‘You got that right,’ Susan’s smile was sinister now. ‘What’s next?’

Sally was now only able to nod towards the gag and blindfold.

‘I still have to find my way, so the blindfold goes around my neck.’

‘Okay, like this?’ Susan draped it over the metal leash.

‘Nice.’

‘So the gag is on right away? Is that how he likes it?’

‘Just do it,’ Sally rolled her eyes and opened her mouth wide.

Susan pushed the large, red ball into Sally’s mouth, then pulled the leather straps tight.

‘Can’t say I blame the guy.’

‘Mmph,’ said Sally.

‘Well, you’re looking scrumptious now. Ready to get going?’

‘Mmph.’

‘You look great, Sally,’ Emma said. ‘I’m sure he’ll love it.’

‘Oh, me too,’ Susan opened the door for Sally, who took her tiny steps toward it.

‘Well you have fun now,’ Susan said.

‘Mmph,’ said Sally.

Susan gave Sally another slap on the bum as a good bye and then closed the door behind her.

‘I’m sure she will have,’ Susan said, and sat back down.

‘What a place, man.’

Emma shrugged.

‘Yeah, but we’re the ones making it weird.’

‘You know, sometimes I think you’re the most normal one here,’ said Susan.

Emma looked at her mangled limbs.

With her arm stump she picked up the glass of coke and held it up with her elbow joint.

‘Cheers to that,’ said Emma.

‘Cheers to that.’

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If you haven’t read this story before, you may want to start at the beginning, just to know what’s going on.

Driving up to my shop, my mind was on a million things as I pulled into my usual spot, about get out.

I had my hand on the door latch, but I hesitated when I noticed a scruffy looking guy hanging around the front door.

He looked pretty rough; dirty shoulder-length hair, ratty beard, old ripped jeans and a beat-up leather jacket with enough holes in it, he had to feel the cool morning breeze blowing right through it. Eyeing him as he paced back and forth nervously puffing on a cigarette, I was tempted to call the cops, since I had no interest in getting mugged before I even got in my shop.

Deciding to see what he wanted first, I put my window down a few inches and called out, “Hey, can I help you with something?”

He nodded, and quickly hustled over to my car. “Are you Damon?”

“Depends. Who wants to know?”

He pulled out his phone, tapped the screen and showed me some pictures of car parts spread out on a blanket on the ground — obviously stolen.

His voice sounded kind of jerky, and I noticed he was twitching, like he was high on something. “Look man, I can give you a really good price if you see anything you can use. And I’ve got loads of catalytic converters too, for all kinds of cars.”

I held up my hand, to stop his shpiel. “Sorry pal, but I never buy anything off the street.”

Just then I looked in my rear-view mirror and muttered, “Aw, shit!” when I saw that the dark blue car I’d noticed parked out on the street, now had a flashing cherry on top.

Of course, the cops were going to think I was involved with this guy. Probably throw us both into the back of their cruiser, take us downtown, and ask questions later.

Eyes wide, looking like a deer caught in the headlights, the guy shoved his phone in his pocket and took off running. Not wanting to get shot, I ducked down in my seat, hoping they wouldn’t notice me, when both cops gave chase with their guns drawn.

As she chased after him, one of them yelled a warning over her shoulder at me, “And you stay right where you are.”

I held up my hands, and nodded to let her know that I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.

Seconds later, a marked police cruiser pulled into the lot with its lights flashing. A young cop, gun drawn, ran after them, as an older heavy-set officer came over to the side of my car, motioning for me to put down my window.

When he asked, I told him who I was and what had happened, and also told him that I’d never seen the guy before. Thankfully, he just took a few notes, nodded and went back to his patrol car.

Once the dust had cleared, and they’d caught the guy and put him in the back of the cruiser, the cop who’d yelled at me, stayed behind to ask me a few questions.

I noticed right away as she stood beside me while I punched in the alarm code to unlock the front door, that she was really pretty. Gorgeous dark brown eyes, lush full lips and good-sized breasts, that were actually kind of straining against the fabric of her dark blue uniform.

Kind of laughing to myself, I was thinking if she wanted to handcuff me, I’d be more than happy to comply.

Once I’d escorted her back to my office, so we could talk in private, she asked if I knew the guy who had been waiting for me.

I shook my head and repeated what I’d told the other officer. “No, I’ve never seen him before.”

“Well, we know there’s at least one chop shop operating around here. I don’t suppose you’d know anything about that, would you?”

I held up my hands. “Hey, I don’t keep track of what goes on around here. All I know is that the guy next door runs a bakery, because we can all smell whatever he’s baking. And occasionally we go next door to grab something for lunch. I think the owner’s name is Al, but he’s the only one around here that I ever talk to. I don’t know anyone else, or what they do, mostly because they keep to themselves.

“Look, I run a legitimate business, and everything I buy, I buy legally. You’re welcome to take a look at my books if you’d like,” I said, nodding at the rows of binders beside my desk. “I’ve got receipts for everything that comes in here. I’d never deal in anything that might have been stolen, or fallen off the back of a truck.”

She wandered over to take a look, and as she bent over my desk to leaf through a few receipts, I couldn’t take my eyes off her spectacular ass.

Finally, bursa escort she closed the binder and came and stood in front of me. Eyebrow cocked, she looked me up and down. “Are you packing?”

I smirked, smiling into her big brown eyes. “That depends on what you mean by packing.”

Obviously unamused, she took a step closer and shocked me when she thrust out her hand, and grabbed my ever-present bulge straining in my jeans.

“So, is this loaded?” she asked, keeping hold of me. Up close, I could see her eyes were sparkling, and realized she was trying to be funny.

Trying to keep a straight face, I shrugged. “What can I say? I’m always loaded and ready for action.”

“Probably hair-triggered too, I bet.”

“No. I can go for a really long time before I…”

“Shoot?”

I chuckled. “Exactly.”

I noticed her hair had come out of the bun she had at the back of her head, probably when she was running after that skeezy looking dude.

Blowing out an exasperated breath, she took off her hat, set it on my desk, reached back, pulled out some pins, and let her long chestnut hair settle around her shoulders.

Holy smokes. It was like a shampoo commercial come to life, watching her hair cascade down her back. She had to have the most beautiful dark, shimmering hair I’d ever seen. If she wasn’t a cop, I’d have been tempted to reach out and let my fingers slide through it, just to feel how soft it was.

Eyeing me, she sighed, sounding a little flustered. “You’re still as cocky as ever, aren’t you, Damon?”

Not sure what she meant, or how she knew my name, I studied her face, wondering if we might have met somewhere before. “Do we know each other?”

That earned me a pretty big eye roll. “I wouldn’t imagine that you’d remember a tubby like me. I went to high school with your sister Anna, and we studied together at your place nearly every night. Your mother usually made me stay for dinner, so we usually ate together, too.”

Then it hit me. Holy shit, this was Dina, sexy, curvy, sweet, innocent Dina. I remember at their high school graduation thinking that she’d blossomed into quite a beautiful young lady, especially since she’d gotten into sports, that really helped slim her down. She was right though, when she was younger, she was a little on the curvy side, though I’d never thought of her as ‘tubby.’

But man, was she ever a knock-out now. Dark flashing eyes, lush full lips, killer body, long silky hair; I was getting hard just looking at her.

“Another rumor I heard floating around was that you’ve been helping a few ladies get in the family way.”

Holy crap, I could feel my eyebrows shoot to my hairline, wondering where she would have heard that.

“Me?” I pointed at myself, doing my best to look confused, because I didn’t think the cops needed to know about my very enjoyable sideline – breeding women. Not that I thought I was doing anything illegal, since the ladies usually sought me out for my services. But I didn’t exactly want to get into the details of my breeding business, with a friend of my sister’s.

I could just imagine what my family would say if they ever discovered that lately I was spending more time getting women pregnant than I was working at my shop.

“So, is it true?” She looked up at me and waited, and I didn’t know what to tell her.

Deciding I’d better say something, I told her about Manny’s wife, Jody. “A few months back, I did help out a friend who had gotten pretty desperate. He and his wife had given up hope of ever having a family.” I shrugged. “And luckily, it worked.”

Slowly, she began to nod her head, once I’d confirmed her suspicions.

Then holy crap, I could feel my eyes pop, as I watched her start to unbutton her shirt as she explained, “I lost my fiancé two years ago in the line of duty, and we’d always talked about having a child together, one day. I’m not interested in getting involved with anyone again, after the pain I went through when I lost him. But if you could help me out, like you helped your friend, I’d be eternally grateful.” She smirked, looking me over. “He looked a lot like you, too. Tall, dark and handsome, nicely built, and just as cocky.”

I could actually feel my cock growing thick in my jeans, as I watched her unzip her fly and step out of her pants and remove her shoes.

Holy fuck, she looked so damn sexy in her sheer black lace bra and panties that I almost came in my boxers, just escort bursa imaging how hot she’d look once I got her naked.

And I had no idea that lady cops wore such naughty things under their uniforms.

I gotta say, her tits were absolutely magnificent, so full and perky, with nice big nipples, that looked hard enough to cut glass.

I reached for her, and she pushed up on her toes, slid her arms around my neck, our lips locked, and we kissed like there was no tomorrow.

Groaning, as my hands wandered down and started kneading her nice round ass, I could feel my cock desperately pulsing, when she lifted her leg and start grinding on my thigh. Fuck, she had me rock hard.

And she was so wet, I could feel how aroused she was, right through my jeans. But of course, for her to be able to take a cock the size of mine, I needed her even wetter.

Startled, her eyes went wide, and she let out a little yelp as I lifted her off her feet and sat her on the edge of my desk.

On my knees, kissing a path over her trembling thighs, I looked up into her eyes as I hooked my thumbs into the sides of her panties and slid them down, till I was staring at her quivering pussy with a dark sexy landing strip, arrowed right at her slit, practically begging me to fuck her.

My cock throbbing, I sprang to my feet and got naked in a heartbeat. Then I smiled at the way her eyes popped when I dropped my boxers and my erection sprang free, giving her her first look at exactly what I was packing.

Leaning up on her elbows on my desk, I loved the way she zeroed in on my solid nine inches, slowly licking her lips, before lifting her gaze to smile her appreciation into my eyes.

“How about you bring that bad boy over here, so I can have a taste,” she murmured on a broken breath, with her luscious breasts enticingly heaving.

Sliding my erection through my fist, I smiled as I imagined those lush, full lips stretched tight around my throbbing friend.

Of course, I was happy to oblige, and did as she asked and stepped close to the side of the desk so she could reach out and get a feel of me. Fisting me in her hand, coyly smiling up into my eyes, she took her time sliding her hot little tongue along the length of me from balls to tip. Softly moaning, she seemed to be getting off on licking all around me. Then she had my eyes rolling back in my head, as she slid me into the heat of her mouth, hungrily suckling on the pulsing crown, before plunging me deep into her mouth.

I could feel a shudder racing through me all the way to my toes, it just felt so insanely good to be able to sink my hands into her thick dark hair. Holy crow, I’d never felt anything like it. As she sank me past her lips and deep into her mouth, and then halfway down her throat, before contracting around me like a pussy, trying to make me come.

Fuck, did she ever know how to give head, like she’d actually invented the concept.

Flexing my hips, I gently pumped into her mouth, as she began sucking me harder and harder, till I knew I was about to come, and coat her throat with one hell of a big load.

“Dina, that feels crazy good, but I gotta pull out, or I won’t have anything to breed you with.”

Softly whimpering, as though she hated to let go, she pressed one last tender kiss to the end of my cock, once I’d pulled it from her mouth.

Feeling a little shaky, after coming that close, I nodded at the desk. “Now, I need you on your knees, so I can go in nice and deep and hopefully get you pregnant.”

Once she was down all fours, she grinned at me over her shoulder as she teased me with a little shake of her luscious ass.

Rolling my eyes at the sight of her, I sat down, grabbed her hips, pulled her in close and slowly traced a path with my tongue from her clit all the way to her tight little back pucker.

“Ooh, wow, that feels good,” she murmured in a throaty purr, as I worked two fingers in and out of her while sliding my tongue up and down her juicy slit.

“Just so you know, I’m clean,” I told her, just to put her mind at ease.

“So am I.” She moaned, thrusting back, anxiously feeding herself to me.

I kept working her, till I could feel her starting to shudder, and really make some noise, letting me know she was just about to climax. I had her so wet, she was gushing, so I knew it was time I got inside her.

Taking hold of her by the hips, I pulled her to the edge of the desk, grabbed my cock, and carefully bursa escort bayan eased my way into her tight little channel.

The way she was shivering had me smiling, as I relished the feeling of sinking into her nice and deep. “Oh, Damon, that feels sooo good. I’d almost forgotten how incredible it feels to be with a man, it’s been so long.”

I felt bad knowing that she probably hadn’t been with anyone since she lost her fiancé. She was such a beautiful, sexy woman, it seemed like a shame that she’d given up on ever finding anyone else.

Kissing my way up her spine, I whispered, “And you feel like heaven.”

She really did. As I carefully eased my way in a little deeper with each thrust, I loved the way she clenched around me, sucking me in.

Pumping into her nice and steady, it didn’t take long and I could feel the familiar tingle shooting down my spine right to my balls. As her inner muscles rippled around me, she threw back her head as she reached the peak and climaxed.

Grunting, I thrust in deep, till I knew I was right against her womb. Slamming my eyes shut, I exploded in a blinding rush, filling her up with my seed.

“Oh, I can actually feel you pulsing, really hard.”

“Yeah, let’s just hope it works and I’m putting a baby in you.”

She looked back at me and smiled. “Hmm, let’s hope.”

I actually hated to pull out, she just felt so good, clenching around me over and over as I worked my thumb around her clit. I always imagined that the odds of getting a woman pregnant, increased if she was having an orgasm. And the way she was shuddering right to her toes, I could tell I had her coming really hard.

After climaxing nearly to the point of exhaustion, her whole body seemed to collapse and she softly laughed at the way she face-planted on my desk, with me still fully impaled behind her.

“God, I can’t believe we just did that,” she said on a shaky breath, her breasts enticingly heaving.

Neither could I. Not only had I just planted my seed in a cop, but she was also a good friend of my sister’s, who probably wouldn’t think much of me getting busy with her, especially on my desk in my office.

When she finally caught her breath and managed to pull herself together, once I took hold of myself and pulled out, she turned to face me. As I brushed back the hair from her pretty brown eyes and touched my lips to hers, she smiled, and whispered, “Thank you for that, Damon, and I really hope it worked.”

“Well, you know you can always come back, if you need to.”

Her face lit up with a smile, as she stroked my cheek. “You know, I just might.”

I handed her some tissues, and as she cleaned up, she said, “I’m not really sure how this works. Do you normally charge some sort of fee, when you’ve done this kind of thing for other women?”

Since I’d never asked anyone for a single red cent, though quite a few women had been very generous and offered to pay for my services, I told her the truth. “No. I’ve never asked for anything.”

She nodded, got to her feet and started to get dressed, while I did likewise.

Before she walked out, she came over to me, and cradled my face in her hands and gifted me with a surprisingly sweet little kiss, as she smiled and said, “Really good to see you again, Damon.”

Smiling right back into her big brown eyes, I told her the truth. “It was great seeing you again, too, Dina.”

After she left, I went and grabbed a coffee, and took a moment to say good morning to my crew, who were all busy working on the different cars that had come in.

Back in my office, about to fire up my computer and get to work, I decided to take a moment to phone my new lady love, Christy.

After I’d dropped her off at the airport last night, so she could go and visit her mother, who’d had a hip-replacement, I just wanted to make sure that she got there okay.

Thankfully, after she’d kissed me goodbye, she grinned and told me, “And I hope you have a few stories to tell me when I get back, about all the ladies you’ve helped out.”

Before I could call her, my phone pinged with a text. I chuckled when I saw it was the head of the religious group that I’d helped out, when they decided that they needed some new seed introduced into their small tight-knit community.

He wanted to know if I was free one weekend, if I could go and help out with a few more young ladies who needed breeding.

Though I’d probably never tell her about Dina, or how she happened to find her way into my shop and onto my desk. I imagined before Christy got back, that I’d have a few other stories that I could share with her, before I took her to bed, so we could explore a few of our own little fantasies together.

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Dave squirmed in his seat uneasily.

“Hear me out,” Carrie said. “From our casual chats, I can tell Amy isn’t giving you all you need. And from the way you look at me sometimes, I know that you find me attractive, right?”

Dave nodded hesitantly.

“Here is what I’m proposing. From now on, tutoring occurs in my apartment and you get one great blowjob for every hour of tutoring.”

“But Carrie,” Dave replied. “This has to be against the university’s rules. And what about Amy?”

“We’ll you’re not my TA or my professor. You’re my tutor who’s not even in my department and I understand that you have no effect on my grade. And as for Amy, that’s your decision. But you’re a hot young guy, and I’m not sure most people would fault you if they knew how infrequently your wife took care of you. Plus, even if you weren’t my tutor, I must say, I’d love to suck your cock.”

“Let me think about it.”

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It all started when Dave had been married a few years and he decided to go back to graduate school. The sex in his marriage had become mundane and worse yet infrequent, every other week or so. His wife always claimed to be too tired.

So being back on a college campus with all the attractive young women nearly drove him crazy. Until the day came that his desires would be satiated, the day the email came from Amy.

Graduate student teaching assistants don’t get paid much so when an email was sent out to all of the economics department’s PhD students that an MBA student was searching for a tutor, Dave emailed the student who took him up on his offer.

He met Carrie in the library twice a week for tutoring. Each time for an hour and each time he got paid $35. Dave also enjoyed this time, Carrie was fun, had a great sense of humor and was incredibly sexy.

Dave always looked forward to tutoring days, hoping Carrie would wear a low-cut blouse so he could glance at her cleavage while they studied together. He’d known from their chit-chat that she’d broken up with her last boyfriend a few months before.

After a few weeks of tutoring Carrie finally told him, “Dave, you’ve been a huge help, I really understand things much better and you explain all of these economics ideas so well. But I just can’t afford $35 per hour. And I know I can’t pass the class without your help. Maybe there is some other way I can pay you.”

—————-

After pondering this for a few days, Dave finally could not get the picture of Carrie, and his cock in Carrie’s mouth, out of his head. He’d masturbated 10 times in the three days since her offer. And in that time, his wife Amy had so “No, not tonight, I’m tired.” three more times.

——————

“How is Wednesday afternoon, 4pm, your apartment?” Dave emailed to Carrie.

“1312A University Drive” was the one line email he received in return.

——————-

For one month, Dave tutored Carrie twice a week. At first, as they’d agreed Carrie blew Dave at the end of each session, but finally Dave said his mind would be more clear if she performed at the beginning of each hour. Carrie understood and complied. And each time Carrie did a little something new and each time Dave panted, coming deep in her mouth. Dave always ended the blowjob with a kiss to Carrie’s cheek.

———————-

One Wednesday, Dave sent Carrie an email. “Can we postpone this Wednesday’s session until Thursday. Wednesday is my birthday and Amy and I have plans.” ataköy escort Carrie said the change was no problem.

———————–

Even before the tutoring session, Carrie caught Dave in the student union Thursday morning. Carrie could see he was really down. “What’s wrong, Dave.”

“It’s my marriage. I mean, yesterday was my birthday and Amy still wasn’t in the mood for sex. It used to be she always woke me up on my birthday with a blowjob. But other than a ‘Happy Birthday’ over breakfast, nothing. Then last night we went out to a nice dinner, and when we got home I came on to her and she said, ‘I’m really tired, I’ll take care of you tomorrow.’ It’s like she doesn’t even like sex anymore, it’s just something she needs to do to please me. She feels like she has to take care of me. She has no DESIRE for me.”

“I’m sorry Dave. I wish there was something I could do…. Something more than I’m already doing.” she said with a grin.

“I have an idea. A present for you.” Carrie said.

“Yes?”

“Do you think I’m pretty?” Carrie said, leaning into him in the middle of the crowded student union.

“I think you’re beautiful,” Dave said. “You’ve got a killer body, and an absolutely beautiful face.”

With that she said “Then let’s go.”

It was a short walk back to Carrie’s apartment. She didn’t say a word the whole walk, leaving Dave to wonder what she had in store.

As soon as she opened the door and closed it behind Dave, she shoved him back against the door and dropped to her knees, unzipping his pants and pulling them down to his ankles.

“So you think I’m pretty?” she said, looking up at him.

Dave looked down and saw his dick rising to life in front of her face. “Definitely. You know I do.”

Then she pulled her shirt over her head and reached behind to unclasp her bra, tossing both aside. She’d never done this before.

She held a breast in each hand, squeezing, and looking up making deep eye contact with Dave, said, “Be honest. When do you think I look most beautiful.” Then took his now fully erect cock into her mouth, still holding her tits, and never diverting her glance from deep in his eyes.

“Uhh,” Tim stuttered, then paused.

“Tell me,” she said, removing her mouth from his cock. “When do you think I look the prettiest, the sexiest? Say it.” And plunged her mouth down over his cock. Holding five inches in her mouth, never losing eye contact.

“You look hottest, sexiest, prettiest when you have my big fat cock in your mouth.”

“That’s what I thought,” she said. “Do you think about that picture when your not with me?”

“All the time,” Dave whimpered as she surrounded his cock with her mouth again.

“I have another picture — a mental image really — that I want to give you as a birthday present. Okay?”

He nodded.

“It’s one I think you’ll remember for at least a year. And there’s something else you should know. I do desire you. I need your tutoring to pass. But I need your cock each week just as bad. Maybe from now on you’ll give me your cock wherever I want it? Follow me.”

Carrie led Dave by the hand, he’d stepped out of his pants and boxers, to Carrie’s bedroom.

Carrie layed on her back. Pulling Dave so he was kneeling over her, his hard cock over her mouth. She was stroking his shaft with one hand while fondling his balls with the other.

“You like my beautiful face, right?” Nod.

“You like the look of your cock in escort bayan istanbul my mouth, right?” “Mm-hm”.

“Do you think I could look even more pretty, even more sexy, with your come all over me?”

“Oh yes.” is all Dave could say as Carrie’s pace became more rapid as she stroked his cock. But he pulled away and moved down, surrounding his shaft with her breasts. He’d never touched her gorgeous tits before. He pushed them together around his cock while going over her nipples with his thumbs. “Mmmm that’s nice,” Carrie murmured. “But you better come where I want you to come.”

“Don’t worry,” Dave said. “It’s clear where you want it. Where I want it. I’ve always wanted a birthday facial.”

Carrie leaned down and took Dave’s cock in her wet mouth to provide some natural lubrication before he returned to titty-fucking her. He was getting close and she knew it.

She grabbed his shaft in her hand and pulled it toward her mouth. Opening her mouth, but not sucking his cock, she continued to stroke it, moving her hand up and down his shaft, but also moving the shaft in a circle so the head of his cock slowly traced her lips, her tongue flicking over the head.

“Look out, here it comes.” Dave cried.

“Come on baby, come all over me. Make my face even prettier. Make me picture perfect,” Carrie said as Dave unleashed loads of cum that should have been shared with is wife the day before. He was panting and she continued to stroke before finally taking his shaft in her mouth and sucking him clean.

She looked up at him covered in his cum, “Well, how pretty am I now?” Long, thick strands of Dave’s cum covered most of left side of her face, her chin, and her lips.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous. You look great with my dick in your mouth. But you look even hotter with my cum on your face,” Dave replied, and he eased himself down and kissed her on the lips, his tongue entering her mouth. Then he whispered in her ear, “But I think that gift was a bit too much. I owe you something in return.”

With that he moved down the bed, kissing Carrie’s breasts but wasting no time because he knew where he was needed. He unbuttoned her pants and slid the pants and her thong down over her butt, down past her knees and calves, and over her feet before throwing them aside.

He moved back up, kissing her calves and the inside of her thighs, then he paused, his face above her pussy, and inhaled deeply, savoring the smells coming from her wet pussy before moving his face down toward the well-trimmed area.

“I’ve dreamt about your mouth on me for so long Dave,” Carrie said though the end of her sentence was unclear as Dave had landed his flickering tongue right on the tip of her clit. Dave knew she was super hot by how wet she was, and Dave wanted to fuck, so he planned to waste no time making her come. The teasing could come another day.

He moved his tongue all around her clit as fast as he could. While fondling her breasts with one large hand, he let two fingers slide into her pussy, curling upwards to find that soft mushy button of a g-spot. Carrie could only take so much of this so Dave slowly removed his fingers from her and traced her crack, lifting her butt of the bed, he slid a finger slowly from her back, down her crack, tracing over her sensitive asshole, until the finger slid easily back into Carrie’s pussy now just one finger rubbing her g-spot in a circular motion.

“Oh that feels great,” Carrie panted. “Be careful Dave. beylikdüzü escort I feel like I’m going to pee with you rubbing there.”

Dave knew exactly what that meant — that he was doing it right. He pulled away from her pussy and moved up, kissed her on the lips, then whispered in her ear, “You’re not going to pee, Carrie. Just relax, really relax. Let it happen. You’re going to have a g-spot orgasm. Ever heard of female ejaculation? Just relax and let it happen.”

As Dave moved back down, he could see the bewildered look on Carrie’s face. He winked at her as he continued his licking her clit as one inserted finger rubbed circles around her g-spot.

“Oh yeah, that’s it.” But Dave could tell she was too tense.

“Just relax, Carrie. Relax, baby,” he said then his tongue started moving even faster as his finger started moving in faster, tighter circles with just a bit more pressure.

Then Carrie exploded — ejaculated. Dave’s first reaction was to move away but he consciously overcame this reaction and kept licking her clit and rubbing her g-spot until she begged him to stop. He kissed the inside of each thigh, then the top of her neatly trimmed bush before straddling Carrie, his legs outside hers, his erection monstrous.

“That …” still trying to catch her breath, “was new,” Carrie said with a satiated smile. Her sweat mixing with Dave’s cum on her face. She looked sexier than ever.

Dave leaned into kiss Carrie. Dave’s face was soaking wet from her juices, his hair was moist. “You look pretty with my cum on your face, too, Dave. You’re going to fuck me now, right?”

“Roll over,” he said.

Her ass in the air, her shoulders and head laying on some pillows, Dave entered her from behind. His erection was huge but Carrie’s pussy was so relaxed and wet, that there was little friction when he entered this way.

He eased in to make sure Carrie could take his full length, then started pounding in and out. She was groaning every time he bottomed out. After about five hard minutes of this, Carrie started thrusting her bottom back forcefully onto Dave’s cock, her groans got louder, and Dave could feel Carrie’s pussy getting tighter. “That’s it, faster, faster, yeah,” Carrie panted. Then screaming as her orgasm took her. Her spasming pussy was like a vice on Dave’s cock and he had to fight off his own orgasm. Then she collapsed on the bed, his cock sliding out of her in the process.

Carrie rolled over between Dave’s straddling legs, then she said, “You know lover, when you made me come I think I came more on your face than you came on mine.”

“I agree,” Dave said grinning. “And what’s fair is fair.”

With that he held his cock and placed it in Carrie’s mouth. It was wet and glistening from all of Carrie’s juices that covered it. Laying on her back, she started bobbing, but Dave couldn’t stop himself from moving his own hips to essentially fuck Carrie’s mouth.

“You look so beautiful, Carrie,” Dave said between gasps, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth until he knew he couldn’t take any more.

Carrie felt his first blast hit the inside of her mouth, then Dave pulled back at the same time Carrie’s hand found Dave’s shaft and continued to stroke him. The second blast shot over Carrie’s head and hit the headboard which made her giggle. The proceeding few blasts then dribbles again coated Carrie, with the last few dribbles landing on her lips, then she took Dave’s cock in her mouth for a final cleaning.

Dave again kissed her deeply on the mouth, unbothered by his own cum on her lips. He wiped a bit from the bridge of her nose, and put that finger to Carrie’s mouth where she sucked his finger clean.

“Let’s go shower together,” Dave said. “You have some studying to do.”

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She pulled her car over to the side of the road. The engine was smoking again, only this time she was out in the middle of nowhere. At least the last time this happened she was just outside of the city and was spotted and rescued in a reasonable amount of time.

She sat in the drivers seat watching steam and smoke come from under the hood of her car.

She looked out the windows in all directions and only spotted hills and fields. There were no signs of life. No houses within walking distance. No rescue in sight.

She got out of the car and walked around it in a circle as if looking at things from a different view point might help her come up with an idea of how she was going to get out of this mess.

She cursed her beloved favorite pair of shoes for being so high heeled and inconvenient in this situation.

Why had she chosen this day to wear this outfit?!

The skirt was very tight fitting, outlining every curve of her body. She loved that outfit, but when she put it on this morning she had no idea how this day was going to go.

She took off her jacket and then kneeled down on ground to reach the latch to open the hood of the car. She could feel her panty hose rip at the knee as she crawled around until the latch was undone.

She lifted the hood of the car and stared at the engine parts that had no meaning to her at all.

She was able to see that the smoke was dying down so at least the car wouldn’t catch on fire.

She slammed the hood down in frustration and sat herself on the hood of the car.

As she sat there she considered how she might get out of this mess. Her cellphone offered her no service out here in the middle of these country roads.

She could feel the heat of the sun shining down on her from above. It was very pleasant considering the rest of this situation was not pleasant at all.

She had been there for about an hour walking in a circle around the car or just sitting and waiting, still unsure what to do.

Off in the distance she could the rumble and roar of another motor moving down the road. It was very loud so she was thinking it might be a truck, but as it drew nearer she recognized the sound of a rumbling motorcycle engine.

She sat perched on the hood of the car at the side of the road waiting for the vehicle to get closer.

As the motorcycle rounded the corner and came into view, she was feeling unsure if this new arrival was going to be a good thing or a really bad thing.

The motorcycle slowed on the road until it pulled up right next to where her car had stopped.

She sat frozen and unsure what to do. So she just watched him.

He was obviously in no hurry as he turned off the engine to his bike. He didn’t even seem to be looking in her direction, as he swung his long leg over the side of the bike and stood up straight.

He was a very large and big man. She teetered between being relieved someone had arrived and yet also wondering if this large biker was going to pose any threat to her.

She slid off the hood of the car as he took off his helmet and turned toward her.

He had long brown hair that fell around his shoulders as he set his helmet onto the seat of his bike. He wore a club jacket, though she couldn’t quite read the name on the jacket this fatih escort had made her a little bit more uneasy.

He sauntered over toward her and looked her over as he moved closer.

He started at the fancy high heeled shoes she was just cursing, and his eyes took in the view of her shapely legs. His eyes slowly moved up her legs to her every short skirt and then paused to enjoy the view of her ample breasts.

She wasn’t a tall girl, but she was very proud of her curves. She loved to show off her shape, but at the moment was feeling a bit self conscious.

He didn’t say anything to her he just moved closer to the car.

She said “I don’t know what happened the engine just started smoking so I pulled over and it shut down.”

She watched him waiting for a reply.

He didn’t say anything just gestured toward the hood of the car.

She slid down onto the ground and reached the lever to pop the hood open again.

She continued on “…i was going to this office in the next town…i wasn’t prepared for this.”

He didn’t say anything as he gazed into the engine and reached inside.

He had long muscular arms and she watched as he grabbed inside the engine and moved parts around trying to get a better view.

He leaned into the car without saying anything and got to work on the engine. She watched quietly as he seemed to know exactly what he was doing.

With the swing of one of his long arms he motioned for her to get in and start the car.

She hopped into the drivers seat and turned the key.

With one final blast of smoke the engine turned over loudly, but the car did start.

He stood back with his hands on his hips pleased with the work, but not quite smiling.

With the car still running she got out of the seat and walked to where he was standing.

She said “i cant tell you how grateful I am!”

His facial expression didn’t change at all as she walked a few steps closer.

She said “i don’t have any money to pay you…but maybe I can get your address and mail something to you?”

She was getting more uneasy about the fact that he still had not uttered a word, but since he had helped she didn’t feel he was a threat.

She stood just a few feet from where he was. She said “how can I thank you” as he looked her over from toe to head again.

She could feel her self blushing a little as he took in the view with out saying anything. He was obviously pleased by what he saw because a small smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.

When she saw that, she was flattered but still a bit uneasy.

He took off his leather jacket and laid it on the ground next to her car.

Was his smirk growing into a smile? He placed his hands on her shoulders and she understood he was guiding her onto the jacket laid upon the ground.

She dropped down onto her knees on the jacket. He leaned back against the car and she reached for the buttons on his jeans.

She slowly undid the buttons and was thinking that in any other situation this would be very unwelcome. But she was getting turned on by the anonymity, turned on by the excitement of the unknown and the idea that she would do this with a complete stranger and not get caught.

She pulled back his jeans escort istanbul and exposed a very large cock.

He was already hard and looked at her in anticipation. She didn’t wait for anymore invitation then that. She watched his face as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock.

He grew even bigger and she was getting more turned on.

She took as much of him into her mouth as she could. She kind of gagged at the sheer size of him but then got into a rhythm that had him rocking back and forth and grinding against her face with every thrust

She reached around and grabbed his butt cheeks in her hands. She could feel he was going to come soon as they rocked back in forth together.

She looked up at his face and saw his mouth he was breathing heavy and she was enjoying the control she had in that moment.

He placed a hand on the back of her head. He stroked her long hair and guided her to keep up the rhythm.

Suddenly he grabbed her hair tightly and his body stiffened as he came in mouth.

She could feel the warmth of his cum in her mouth and gliding down her throat.

He let out a groan and his body began to relax as he leaned back onto the car.

She looked up at him and wiped a drip of cum off the corner of her mouth.

She looked down at her finger and then licked it clean. She was still on her knees in front of him.

He smiled as he watched her lick her fingers.

She started to stand up and he put his hands under her arms helping her upright.

The second she was standing he lifted her off the ground and set her down on the hood of the car.

She did not resist as he traced his hand down the side of her thigh. His hadn’t reached the ripped spot of nylon on her knees.

He touched her knee gently where the ground had scratched up her knees and left her nylons ripped.

He slid his fingers to the inside of her knees. He touched her gently and placed both of his hands on top of her knees. With less gentleness then before he pushed her knees apart from each other.

She sat on the hood of the car feeling the warmth through her clothes of metal from the car that had been sitting out in the sun.

He pushed her back onto the hood of the car and grabbed her legs. He pulled her near the edge of the car and leaned against her.

She scooted herself to the very edge so she could feel herself pressing against him.

His smirk returned to the corner of his mouth as he watched her grind her hips against him. She could feel how wet she was getting. Her panties were probably soaked through by now.

She no longer cared that she didn’t know this man. She was lost in the heat of passion. She let out a groan and trusted up against him.

He used one hand on the center of her chest and held her onto the hood of the car. With the other had her reached up her skirt to remove her nylons.

When he reached under her skirt he had found that she had on stockings instead of nylons. He traced his finger along the edge of her stocking as he gently pushed her skirt up so he could see the top of her stockings

She remembered getting dressed that morning and was irritated that all of nylons were in the laundry and instead she had to wear the stockings she usually reserved maslak escort for dressing up sexy instead of dressing up for work.

But now as he traced his finger along the top of her stockings she was so glad she had worn them. She let out a groan as his hand pushed her skirt all the way up to leave her exposed.

He looked at her stockings, panties and garter belt as if it were a puzzle. Then with both hands he grabbed the front of her panties and ripped them off of her.

She was excited by the lust she saw in his eyes as he did this. He cast the ripped panties aside and looked at her with a hunger.

He grabbed her hips and slid her so her bottom was hanging off of the car. He put his hands under her to hold her in the right position and he slid inside her.

She could feel the muscles inside her body tighten around him. He felt huge inside her and she was stretched as he began to slowly move in and out of her.

He slowly pulled his hips back and then quickly thrust forward filling her up.

She could feel that she was dripping wet. And she raised her hips to meet his thrusts and take him in as deep as she could.

He continued to slowly push her towards climax. As he maintained a steady motion of slowly pulling back and then thrusting his length into her as he held his whole body against her, and then slowly pulling back again.

She started to rock back and forth and tried to increase his speed. But he was larger than her. He had the control in this situation. He slowly pulled back until just the tip of his cock was inside her and then thrust hard back inside.

She said groaned loudly and thrashed around on the hood of her car. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take this. She wiggled trying to get closer and he held her more firmly against the car.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on. She wasn’t very big but she was strong enough to hold on tight to him.

In small motions she rocked her hips back and forth. He stopped moving and held still as she rocked back and forth on his hard cock. He watched her face as she she began moaning louder and louder until she let out breath and squeezed him. The muscles inside her body squeezed his cock so tightly that he could feel all the movement.

A slow smile crept onto his face as he watched her thrash about as her orgasm shook her whole body. Just as her movements were slowing down he slammed his hips into her with quick ease. He pushed up against her until he couldn’t fight it any more and he was coming inside her.

He leaned back over her on the hood of the car and held her pinned there until he caught his breath.

Then he stood back, buttoned his jeans and licked his lips.

He picked up his jacket off the ground and put it back on. He walked over to his motor cycle and with out saying a word he hopped on his bike and put his helmet back on.

She sat on the hood of the car and watched him nod to her and then start up the bike and drove off.

She hadn’t even caught her breath. She sat dumbfounded on the hood of her car. She could feel the insides of her thighs were wet. Her body was still quivering as she looked around.

There was no one around as she scooted off the hood of the car. She could see her ripped panties laying on the ground next to her car. And if she wasn’t dripping wet she would be left wondering if any of that had really happened.

She started her car right up and wondered how she was going to get through the rest of the day as if it were any other normal Monday.

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This story is true. Only the names have been changed to protect…. somebody.

Jean, my wife, and I had met Corrine and her husband Jeff just a few months previous. Jean and Corrine met while taking a SCUBA diving class at a local community college and Jeff and I, met through them. We got along very well. I was 25, Jean was 19 and Corrine and Jeff were both 22.

Jeff’s parents were pretty well off and they had several homes in the area. Jeff and Corrine lived in one of them. Along with homes, they owned property in several places, including a nice cabin in the Big Bear Lake area north east of Los Angeles.

One time we accepted their invitation to spend a weekend together in the mountains. The ninety-minute drive went smoothly. Jean and I were really looking forward to getting away from the everyday grind and relaxing with nature.

On the way up the mountain, Jean said that Jeff and Corrine seemed like a real fun couple and Corrine was always talking suggestively about Jeff’s sexual skills and how they often spent the entire weekend in bed when they were at the cabin. I said that was cool with me. Just before we got to the place, as we were driving down the tree shaded one lane road looking for their Jeep in front, Jean fındıkzade escort told me that there was not a lot of room in the cabin and that we would all be sleeping in the living room.

Jeff and Corrine greeted us warmly when we arrived. In just a few minutes our bag was in the place and the sangria was flowing. It was already mid afternoon when we hopped in the back of their Jeep and drove into the small village in search of some needed supplies.

I couldn’t help stealing a glance here and there at Corrine. She was wearing a pair of very short cut off jeans and I could swear I could see a little pubic hair in her crotch. When she bent over, or when she climbed into the Jeep, most of her ass was bared too. On top she wore a baggy T-shirt which she tied at her flat tan belly. I also noticed Jeff looking at my wife. Jean had done a little modeling but her figure was not optimal for that vocation. She is only 5’2” and weighed about 120 lbs. Her 38d breasts were too large for the fashions and her hips were a little too big. Being so young, her belly was still flat and hard though and her legs were nicely shaped.

We had all seen each other in close to nothing before. A charter dive boat affords little privacy. eskort istanbul Both girls wore skimpy bathing suits because they are the most comfortable inside a wetsuit. But this weekend in the mountains already promised even less privacy and more exposure.

Back in the cabin that night we had a quick and enjoyable dinner and a lot more wine. Jeff broke out some weed and we all mellowed as the alcohol and the burning herbs fended off the evening chill. At some point, Jeff disappeared for a few minutes and then came in to announce that he had the old redwood hot tub all ready to go. To my surprise, Jean said that she had forgotten to pack bathing suits, not expecting to need them in the mountains. Big Bear Lake is very cold and since the spring thaw had just topped it off with snowmelt, the water would be way too cold for swimming. Jeff and Corrine said we could borrow suits if we wanted but that they usually soaked nude. Both of their families were in to nudism and the tub had had a lot of bare butts in it before. I looked at Jean. I could feel my cock starting to twinge at the thought of all of us getting naked together. She finished her glass of wine, poured another and said “what the hell, why not?’’ The rest of us clapped kağıthane escort and started to get undressed.

We all stripped with our backs to each other and covered ourselves with the towels Corrine had distributed. Jean got the rest of us more wine and we adjourned to the steaming water. Jean and I were allowed to go out and get in first and then Corrine and Jeff dropped their towels and quickly joined us. The tub was small and with 4 people it was pretty cozy. It was hard not to touch each other and since there were no bubbles, just steam; it was easy to see whatever was going on. As the evening wore on, I realized that my young wife had a streak of exhibitionist in her. Several times she volunteered to get out and snag more drinks or grass or something. She never made any attempt to cover herself.

One time she stood and reached behind Jeff, nearly stuffing one of her jiggley tits into his mouth.

Nothing made us put on clothes for the rest of the weekend and we spent the rest of the time in the cabin nude.

On the last night Jean and I watched Jeff and Corrine make love and then they watched us. Corrine had some special brownies in the oven and as I walked past her while she bent over, my raging erection brushed against her ass. She just smiled and wiggled her ass at me.

Nothing else happened that weekend and not long after that we lost contact with them, but the memory of the weekend in the cabin has always been a fun one to take out and brush off once in a while.

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Teen Babysitter

Prologue

Our hero in this story is Tom, a six foot tall, thirty something ex football player, who now travels around the world picking up odd jobs for friends or people he has met over the years.

He retired when he ruptured his Achilles tendon but he keeps himself in good shape.

Oh, and he loves the ladies!

Part 1

Tom is at the home of his long-term friend Kate. It is a huge house in the suburbs. He has been asked to chaperone her to an evening garden party across town as Kate’s husband is away on business for the week.

Kate has turned to Tina, the teenage daughter of a neighbour, to look after her to 10-year-old girls.

Tina is around 5 foot 6, slim with long slender legs and is in her second year at Uni. She arrives around ten to eight and looks really cute in a cropped T-shirt top that hangs from her pert 36c tits and a pair of skimpy denim shorts that show off her long slender legs.

Tom and Kate set off to the party around 8pm for a journey that takes about 20 minutes.

Part way through the journey, Kate begins to complain about a headache coming on. Fearful that it might be the start of a migraine, she hunts through her bag for her pills.

“Shit, I must have left them on the dressing table when I changed over handbags!” She curses.

“Look. Don’t panic. Once we get you there, I can nip back and get them.” Tom Offers.

“Oh, would you? That would be great!”

“No worries.”

Arriving at the party, Tom accompanies Kate to the house where Shelia, the hostess, meets her. Tom then sets off back for the pills, arriving back around 9pm.

The house is quiet so he opens the door carefully. Once inside though, he can hear some soft sexy moans and groans coming from the lounge.

He moves quietly toward the door, which is slightly ajar, and looks through the crack. He can’t believe his eyes.

Tina is sprawled out on the couch, those skimpy shorts are off by her side and her legs are spread apart. With her right hand she is applying what seems, from the low hum, to be a rabbit sex toy to her clit whilst her she has slipped the other hand up under her top and is rubbing her tits and swollen nipples.

On the huge TV screen in front of her, Cherie Deville is in all her glory riding on top of the huge cock of a black teenage youth, cowgirl style. But Tina is not watching the action now. Her eyes are closed and her head is thrown back and shaking from side to side as if she is denying the mounting orgasm that is building from her swollen clit.

Not surprisingly, Tom’s cock reacts instantly and is tenting the front of his chinos.

And then she is cuming, as first her legs and then her whole body goes stiff and starts to shake.

Presumably Kate’s girls are in their rooms, which are over in the other side of the huge house. “What to do next then?” Tom wonders.

Suddenly the choice is taken away from him as in trying to open the door a little more to improve his view, it creaks and Tina responds immediately.

“Who’s there?” she asks, her head spinning around as she quickly tries to regain composure and cover herself up.

“Don’t worry, it’s me, Tom.” He answers walking into the room

“What the hell are you doing here? You’re supposed to be with Kate!”

“I’ve had to come back to pick up some pills!” He explains

“And how long have you been there?”

“Long escort mecidiyeköy enough.” He answers with a grin, at which point Tina’s cheeks go bright red. “A good choice of film.” He adds trying to diffuse the tension. “Where did you get that from?”

“My dad is away this week so I borrowed it from his secret porn stash.”

“It’s obviously not that secret!” He observes and they both laugh, if somewhat nervously.

“Do you like porn?” Tina asks.

“Hell yes! I watch it all the time.”

“What do you like to watch, Mr. Tom?”

“I like all sorts but my favourite is watching skinny young things get fucked by big cocks!” He explains.

“Oh, me too.” Is Tina’s surprise response. “That is why I have this.” She says holding up a huge cucumber. The thing must be at least 10 inches long, going from about 3 inches wide at one end to 5 inches at the other

“Jeez! That is huge. Why a cucumber?” Tom asks

“Because it is easier to explain away than a dildo!”

“Good thinking!” Tom replies with a smile.

On screen, Cherrie is now get dicked by the 10 inch black cock doggie style, and her gorgeous natural tits are swinging back and forth to the rhythm.

“Anyway, Kate tells me you are quite big and looking at the bulge in your pants, I reckon she is right! How big is it?” Tina asks cheekily.

“Not as big as your makeshift dildo, but big enough I reckon!”

Will you show me?” She asks cheekily.

“Well I could, but if I get him out, he is going to expect to see some action.”

“What sort of action? A blow job?”

“Well that would be a start but in view of how he is twitching at the sight of that nicely shaven young pussy, I reckon he wants a piece of that too!” Tom ventures.

“Oh Mr. Tom, you don’t mess about do you? Come on, let’s see it then.” She asks, casting aside the shorts that did little to cover her anyway and resuming the attack on her clit with the rabbit.

“Reckon he is about to cum!” Tom commented, looking at the screen as he unfastens his belt and chinos and lets them drop to the floor to reveal an even bigger bulge in his jockeys.

On screen Cherie is now on her back, legs wide apart with the guy in press up position on top of her pounding his big black cock into her, with each stroke slamming it up to the hilt.

As they both watch the action on screen, Tom hooks his thumbs into the waist of his jockeys on either side and eases them down slowly revealing is long thick cock. Suddenly realizing what is happening Tina turns her attention from the erotic sights on TV to Tom as inch after inch of thick shaft is revealed until it finally springs free.

“Wow!” she yelps, “That is some cock. And it is not even fully hard yet!” Sure enough, due the confines of his shorts and pants, he is only semi-hard so the shaft arches out in font of him with the big swollen end drooping toward the floor. “I am sure if you come here I can have you bone hard in a minute or two.”

“I don’t think I will need any help, particularly if you take your top of so I can see your pert teenage tits.”

“Go on then.” She replies. “You have seen everything else, so why not.”

So, as she takes her top off to reveal a gorgeous pair of 36c boobs, she watches Tom’s cock slowly extend even further and the head rise until it is the shaft is fully erect.

Meanwhile on screen the guy is istanbul eskort still pounding Cherie and she is in mid orgasm, shaking and moaning, as the guy suddenly pulls out, pulls back on his cock and sends the first huge squirt of cream so far up her torso it hits her chin. Another stroke of his cock sends the second squirt, then another, then another until Cherie’s gorgeous boobs and tummy are covered in his cum.

“Wow, that was a lot of cream!’ Tina remarks. “Can you match that?”

“You will have to see.” Tom’s replies cagily. “Look, I would love a blow job from such a sweet young mouth.” Tom starts. “But I need to get back to the party with Kate’s pills, so if you are wanting to try this for size,” he adds, taking cock in hand “We had better get to it!”

“That is fine by me.” Tina replies. As Tom takes of his shirt, steps out of his chinos and kicks of his loafers so he is totally naked too, Sam slides her ass to the front edge of the sofa and leans back on to the seat. “Not bad for an old man!” She jokes, commenting on his physique but before he can respond, she continues “Come on Big Boy, show me what you have got!”

So Tom drops to his knees between her open legs. He is dying to lean forward and suck on her perfect peach of a teen pussy and her swollen clit, but there isn’t the time, he has got to get back to the party.

“This is going to be a quickie then is it?” Sam asked.

“Afraid so!” Tom replied “But I am staying over tonight, are you?” Tom asked.

“Yes I am.”

“Well may be we could hook up again later for a proper session?” Tom suggested as he moved forward, take his cock in hand and slapping the hard, swollen head on her erect clit.

“Ahhhh!” Sam groans before “But what about Kate?”

“Well I doubt she will want to join us, but we could ask!” Joked Tom.

“No, I didn’t mean that! I meant that she might hear us!”

“Hey, I am staying in the annex, so if you are quiet, you can creep along there and she will never know!” suggests Tom, slapping her clit with his cock again

“Sounds like a plan.” Agrees Sam, gleefully. “Are you going to put that thing in me then, or just keep playing with it?”

Not needing to be asked twice, with his right hand wrapped around the middle of his shaft, Tom slides the tip of his cock up and down the length of her wet labia couple of times to get the head moist. She opens her legs wider to give him access and he gently eases forward with his hips until the head lodges in the entrance to her teen pussy.

“Take it slowly till I get used to the size.” She pleads as she slides her right hand between her legs to work on her clit in the hope her juices will help ease him inside her.

Obligingly, Tom pushes forward gently from the hip and they both watch as the bulging head slowly slides between the fleshy lips of her pussy.

“Fuck, that is big!” She moans as he also slides a few of inches of shaft into her. “That’s enough for now.” She instructs as she lifts her feet off the floor and places them on Tom’s hips, pushing her knees even further apart.

So Tom starts to fuck her slowly with 3 or 4 inches of shaft. It is short strokes at first, but as he starts to feel the grip of her pussy on his shaft ease he starts to slowly feed more cock up into her. Inch by inch disappears until he is now fucking her with 7 or 8 inches of thick shaft.

Soon Tom senses that taksim escort Sam’s attention to her clit is bringing her to orgasm. Her feet slip from his hips as her legs start to shake and her body stiffens as she starts to cum.

This is his chance to give her his entire 10-inch of throbbing pole. So he takes hold of her by the hips and slides her further off the couch until her buttocks rest on the very edge. And then, as the orgasm hits, he starts to thrust those last inches into her with each thrust until his big heavy balls slam against her ass, as he drives in up to the hilt.

Sam goes wild with a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Fuck!” she screams, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she grunts as wave after wave of ecstasy spreads through her from her pussy. So Tom does. Holding her firmly by the hips, he starts to pound length after length, stroke after stroke, up her slimy teen chute, up to the hilt every time.

Whether its his sheer girth rubbing her G-Spot or her fingers continuing to slide back and forth over her clit, who knows, but is not long before she starts to cum again. And with his prolonged pounding of this cute little teen, Tom is getting close too. He is sweating now from the sheer exertion and his muscular body glistens as he continues to smash in to her.

“Cummmmmin!” She growls. As her body starts to shake and shoulder yet again.

Tom had planned to pull out and spray his cream all over her gorgeous teen tits, as they had both just watched on TV. Now though, he wants to keep her cumin as long as possible so he decides he is going to cum inside her pussy.

And then, as Sam continues to shudder and moan, Tom is cumin. With a long thrust up to the hilt, he squirts his first shot deep inside her. Holding it for a second or so, he then pulls right back before sliding a full length back in to her and delivering the next shot, repeating again and again until he has shot his load deep inside her.

“Wow.” Sam exclaims as she recovers her senses. “That was some cum, have you been saving it up for someone?”

“Not really. That is about normal for me!” Tom replies as he leans forward to kiss her on her forehead before pulling back and sliding his cock out of her and as he does so, his cream oozes from between her pussy lips. Not wanting to waste it, as Tom makes to stand up, Sam slides a hand between her legs, scoops up some cream and uses it as lube as she again starts to rub her clit again.

“My, you are one horny witch!” Tom remarks as he moves over to his clothes.

“Would be a shame to waste it!” she replies, then “Hey, you are still hard!” she remarks, noticing Tom’s cock is still fully erect. “Is that normal?”

“It is for me.” He replies. “I don’t need a ‘break time’ apparently> Mind you it can be a bit of a pain at times, particularly in situations like this where I need to get going.”

“Well don’t go; stay a little while longer and fuck me again, why don’t you?”

“I have got to get back to the party. Kate will be wondering where I have got to.” Tom replies, making to put on his chinos. But before he can get them into them Sam jumps off the couch, bounds over to him with her tits bouncing as she does, and grabs his cock in her right hand.

“Go on, stay for just another five minutes or so and let me ride on your cock cowgirl style. Kate will be busy socialising, I bet she won’t even realise how long you have been gone.” She pleads; gently pulling on is iron hard erection.

“Ok, if I must.” He relents, dropping his chinos and moving back to the big thick sheepskin rug in front of the couch.

“Yippee!” she squeals, letting go of his cock and following him to the rug.

To be continued!

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