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Although this story is Part 4, it is not necessary to read the previous parts before this one.

Chapter 4: Limo in Vegas

There must be ten million men like me across America: horny and desperate married guys whose wives have next to no sexual appetite. Believe me, I’ve tried to get her interested, but over time I’ve come to accept that she just never will have the same level of physical desire that I do. Once a month is our current average, and when we do it, it’s pretty dull. So, I fuck whores on the side.

There are two difficulties with this lifestyle. One is money; I do all right, but I’m not exactly rolling in discretionary cash, and a good evening generally costs at least a few C-notes. The other is discretion, because I don’t want to get caught. I love my wife and I want to stay with her even though we’re totally incompatible sexually. The hardest part is keeping the expenses hidden, but I have my ways and it’s enough to get me a really good, satisfying lay every couple of months. Not as often as I’d like, but I’ll take what I can get.

Since I don’t want the emotional entanglement of an affair, I prefer to go to professional women. They get what they want, I get what I want, and we part ways without my having to worry about whether she’s going to get all Fatal Attraction on me. I also like having my fantasies fulfilled, things that I wouldn’t normally be able to get from a woman. Most of all, I like to enjoy two women at once.

This isn’t something I’d even ask of my wife, and if she were willing to grant me normal sex on a fairly regular basis — say, once a week or so — I would be perfectly satisfied. But since I can’t get it that often, I’m going to make it as good as it can be!

(Note — I don’t really do any of this. I write stories about it instead. It keeps me sane without compromising my marriage vows.)

One thing that makes it a little easier to maintain secrecy is that I occasionally go out of town on business, and one of the places I go from time to time is Las Vegas. The first time I went there was the first time I’d ever hired an actual escort, and I spent an evening entertaining a lovely mocha-skinned woman named Desiree in my hotel room. I had wanted a double feature at the time, but I was nervous enough about just asking for one woman, so I left it at that. Since then, I’ve enjoyed the attentions of two women together, and that was what I wanted yet again.

The company I work for prefers to give a check to cover expenses in advance, and by eating cheap one can pocket the difference. In my case, it makes it much easier to hide my more clandestine expenses from my wife. It’s not enough to pay for the whole thing, but I can make up the difference from my private stash, and in the case of Vegas I can often supplement that with winnings at the blackjack tables.

And on this occasion, I was able to do so with room to spare…

* * * * *

Back in my room after a very successful evening, I riffled my thumb through the stack of thirty hundred-dollar-bills and enjoyed the crisp sound it made. It was the most cash I’d ever held in my hand, and I was about to blow at least half of it.

There was something I’d always wanted to try, but I had never had the funds for it until now. I picked up one of the flyers that I’d collected along the strip and dialed a number under a picture of a white stretch limousine that was flanked by lovely ladies. The familiar lump of excitement and anticipation rose in my throat as the phone made the connection.

“Fantasy Limousines, this is Caroline, can I help you?”

I swallowed the lump. “Yes, Caroline,” I said. “I’d like to hire a car this evening.”

“Certainly. Have you booked with us before?”

“No.”

“Well, we have a lot of different packages to choose from. If you like, I can describe them to you.”

“Actually, I’m looking at your website right now,” I said, having pulled it up on my laptop in advance. “What I’d like is the Champagne and Strawberries special, in the Hummer if it’s available.”

“It certainly is! Where are you staying, sir?”

“The Mirage.”

“I can have the car there by nine o’clock, if that will work for you.”

“That will be fine,” I said, checking my watch; it was about eight PM.

“All right then… as you’ve probably read, the Champagne and Strawberries special involves an hour and a half in an elite custom limousine, followed by an evening at our exclusive club, and then we take you back to your hotel in a conventional limousine. The package includes two escorts who will accompany you on the ride in, and they will also provide companionship here at the club. Since you’re on our website, may I ask if you have a preference for your escorts?”

I looked over the available options under girl/girl. “Um… are Jayme and Melisande available?” I felt strange as I always did at such moment, essentially ordering women off a menu.

“Let me check… yes, they are! All Ankara escort right then, I have you down for nine o’clock, in the Hummer, Jayme and Melisande accompanying. Will there be anything else?”

“I think that will be fine,” I said.

We took care of the deposit, confirmed a few details, and then there was nothing to do but wait. Ever wonder how to make an hour last a hundred years? I know a good way!

* * * * *

At five minutes to nine, I stood waiting outside the Mirage lobby. I wore a simple outfit, a black button-down shirt and matching slacks. I’d showered and shaved while waiting, knowing that the girls would want me to be clean. I was really looking forward to this adventure; the idea of getting it on in the back of a limousine was exciting, and if their pictures were anything to go by, the girls were nicely hot.

Just two minutes before nine o’clock, the limo pulled in and stopped in front of me.

The driver got out and walked around the front of the car. It surprised me somewhat that the driver was also a woman, and an attractive one. We took care of the introductions and I gave her an envelope with fifteen hundred dollars inside, which she pocketed without a fuss and opened the door for me. Taking a deep breath, I slipped inside.

“Hey, look who’s here!” called a voice from near the front of the car.

I looked up as I slid onto the smooth, soft leather of the enormous back seat. The interior looked as though it had been designed by Liberace; thick shag carpet, neon lights that ran the length of the ceiling, white leather and black lacquer, the whole works. Bench seats ran along both sides, and a wet bar stood up against the wall that separated my compartment from the driver. And along each of those bench seats, sipping champagne from crystal flutes, was a stunning woman.

On my left was a slim brunette, dressed in an elegant black evening gown that was cut just a little too low across the top and a little too high on her legs; that is, too low and too high to comply with what most would consider proper modesty, but certainly not for my taste! Her legs were long, slim, and perfectly toned, in black fishnet stockings that she wore to their best advantage. Around her neck was a diamond-studded choker, and her hair was pulled back tightly and held up in a complex woven bun, a single curl winding down her cheek. Her eyes were incredible; large, wide, and bright aquamarine. Her lips were dark pink and looked wet. She smiled at me with a eager and playful expression, throwing me a wink and turning just so in her seat to look at me enticingly over her shoulder. She was Melisande.

Her companion, Jayme, had luxurious waves of strawberry blonde hair, streaked lighter here and there. Her dress clung to her tightly, baby blue and mostly translucent, sequined strategically to draw one’s attention to her breasts and slim waist. Her eyes were dark and sultry, contrasting noticeably from her pale skin and light hair. Shimmering lips smiled at me in an enticing way, pouty and full, and I knew that they would feel just incredible wherever she might choose to use them.

As the car moved smoothly out into the strip, the girls slid along their seats toward me. Melisande took the champagne bottle and Jayme picked up another glass.

“Hey sexy,” Jayme cooed as she joined me in the back seat. “I hope you’re up for a really good time tonight.”

“That’s the idea,” I replied, accepting the glass from her and holding it so that Melisande could pour the bubbly. “It doesn’t look like I’ll have to look too hard to find a party.”

“It’s so much easier when the party comes to you, isn’t it?” Melisande said with an adorable smile. She seemed to have such a youthful innocence about her; if I hadn’t known from the webpage that she was actually twenty-three years old, she could have easily passed for eighteen.

“What shall we drink to?” Jayme asked, raising her glass.

“To sexy women,” I suggested, “and the women who love them.”

The girls laughed, and Melisande offered, “And, to the man who gets to watch!”

“The man who gets to join them,” Jayme corrected.

We clinked glasses and drained them. Jayme turned slightly to the side and hit a few buttons on the console next to her. A thumping, slow beat pumped from speakers that seemed to be inside the seat, a bit louder than I would have liked, but she turned it down so it was merely background noise. It seemed to me that mixed in with the music were feminine voices moaning in sensual pleasure.

“So,” Melisande said, “you like women who love women?”

“It’s my favorite thing,” I replied.

“Mmm, I was hoping you’d say something like that,” Jayme purred. “I’ve been really hot for some pussy action lately. Sandi and I got into it a little bit on the way over here, but of course, we needed to save ourselves for you.”

“What did you do, exactly?” I asked.

“Just a little warming up,” Melisande replied, Ankara escort bayan reaching over to stroke Jayme’s thigh. “You know, a little kissing, a little petting… Jayme was so naughty, she started touching me through my panties.”

“You’re the naughty one, you’re the one who got all wet!” Jayme countered.

“I can’t help it if you turn me on,” Melisande replied.

“Go on, touch her,” Jayme insisted to me. “Feel how wet she is.”

Melisande smiled at me and spread her legs open as an invitation. I really loved their approach — most of the pros I’d had in the past had started out with stripping or kissing, which I liked of course! But having one of them open her legs for me right at moment one was a major turn-on as well; it was like they were holding up a neon sign that said “NO INHIBITIONS.”

I reached over and gently stroked Melisande’s black lace panties, right over the top of her pussy lips. She smiled and sighed slightly, enjoying the touch. Her panties were damp under my fingertips.

“See, I told you,” Jayme grinned. “She’s such a little slut, getting all turned on just from a little panty-play.”

“I wasn’t a slut until I met you, Jayme,” Melisande replied. She closed her eyes and leaned back into the seat, enjoying my gentle caress over her pussy lips. “I used to be such a good girl… private school, dance lessons, all that. Then one day my sweet little friend Jayme invited me to her place for a sleepover… mmm, that feels good…”

“I was just tired of getting myself off with my secret porn collection,” Jayme said. “I wanted some real pussy, and I could tell you’d be into it once we got started.”

“That was such an incredible night,” Melisande sighed. “I’d never even heard of most of the things you did to me!”

Jayme lifted herself off the seat and slid around me so she was on the other side of Melisande. “And you’ve been my little lesbian plaything ever since,” she whispered as she nibbled lightly on Melisande’s earlobe.

“Mm-hmm…”

Jayme looked up at me and gave me a wink, then turned her attention to Melisande, whose smile had slowly faded until her lips panted with little sighs. Jayme’s tongue emerged from between her own lips and she touched it to Melisande’s. The brunette gasped with the pleasure of the unexpected contact, and a shiver ran through her body as Jayme traced circles around her mouth with the wet tip of her tongue. After teasing Melisande for a long moment, she finally slid her tongue inside and the girls kissed passionately, moaning softly together.

Needless to say, my cock had grown fully hard during all this, and by now I felt more than a little uncomfortable as it strained for release from my pants. I liked what the girls were doing, and I liked touching Melisande, especially since I could feel her growing wetter as Jayme made out with her. Still, I was going to need to at least loosen my belt soon!

Jayme broke the kiss and looked up at me. “Do you want me to make her come right now?” she whispered. “She’s always hot for more after she’s had her first climax for the evening.”

“Please, let her make me come,” Melisande begged quietly.

I nodded silently. Jayme smiled and turned back to kiss her lover some more, then pulled away and slid down onto her knees between Melisande’s legs. “Let’s get those panties off,” she suggested.

Melisande lifted her hips off the seat and Jayme slid her panties off easily, exposing a naked, pink, and glistening wet pussy. The smile dropped from Jayme’s face as well, and she leaned forward to take her first taste. Her long tongue slipped up between Melisande’s swollen pussy lips, lingering over her clit, stroking again and again with long, indulgent licks. Melisande arched her back and moaned with pleasure. Her eyes opened slightly and she stared at me with a look of hot lust and deep desire.

“Do you like what you see?” she whispered hoarsely.

I could only nod again.

“Her tongue feels so good on my clit. I know you must be getting hard watching us… would you like me to stroke your cock for you?”

“I’d like that,” I managed to say. I pulled off my own belt and unzipped, not wanting the girls to have to interrupt what they were doing. Melisande’s slim hand reached down into my lap and her soft fingers encircled my waiting member. She sucked in her breath sharply, looking down at my lap.

“Oh Jayme, take a look at this,” she said.

Jayme paused and looked up at my shaft in her lover’s hand. “Wow,” she said appreciatively. “I knew we were going to get lucky tonight, Sandi, but I didn’t know we’d get this lucky!”

I should mention that I really have no idea whether I’m unusually large or not. All the strippers and prostitutes I’ve been with make a big deal out of my cock, but since they have a vested interest in making me feel like a stud, I’m not really sure I can take their word for it! Still, it’s always seemed to me that I’m big enough Escort Ankara to fill a woman completely and satisfy her.

Jayme returned to her tender ministrations while Melisande began to rub me gently up and down, not enough to get me going toward climax but definitely enough to keep my attention. Her hot pink lips were irresistible, so I leaned in for the kiss and we slid tongues into each other’s mouths.

It didn’t take long before Melisande began moaning with each breath, faster and faster, and I knew she was almost to the brink. Her hand squeezed around me and pumped just a little harder, lubricated slightly by my own pre-come. Suddenly she gasped out loud and her whole body stiffened as she reached her peak, driven to climax by her lesbian lover’s tongue.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” she moaned. “Jayme, you made me come so good…”

Jayme slid up next to me on the other side. “Feel her pussy now, lover,” she whispered to me. “Now she’s really wet.”

I moved my hand between Melisande’s legs. Her pussy was still swollen and warm from her orgasm, and it felt like someone had poured massage oil over her. She was almost dripping with her own secretions.

Jayme leaned over me and kissed her, and Melisande responded fervently, as if she loved the taste of herself on Jayme’s lips. I couldn’t resist joining in, and in the next moment I felt both women’s tongues between my lips. There’s nothing I love more than a hot three-way kiss, and these girls were good at it. After a long moment of sheer pleasure, we pulled away from each other to catch our breath.

“I hope you like the party so far,” Jayme said to me.

“I think you can rest assured of that,” I replied.

The girls giggled, and kissed each other again. “You know, we haven’t even shown you our tits yet,” Melisande said. “Would you like to see them?”

“I want to go first!” Jayme insisted. She turned around so Melisande could pull down the zipper on her dress, and then got on her knees facing both of us. Slowly and deliberately, she pulled the top of her dress down and revealed a pair of smooth, firm breasts with puffy pinkish-red nipples, perfectly shaped and just the right size to cup in both hands. She dropped her head back and gave both tits a little squeeze with her own hands as the dress dropped the rest of the way to the floor. Then, she beckoned with one finger for Melisande to join her.

The brunette slid down and sat on the floor with her legs spread wide, facing me. Jayme pulled down the zipper and slid her hands under the dress, holding Melisande’s tits while her top peeled away. Melisande had smaller breasts than her girlfriend, but they were still enticing and the nipples pointed slightly upward as if they wanted to be noticed. As Jayme caressed Melisande from behind, she leaned down over her shoulder and the girls kissed again, licking their tongues together hotly.

As Jayme straightened herself up, Melisande switched from kissing her lips to kissing her breasts, first licking and then sucking on Jayme’s pink and tender nipples. Jayme moaned with pleasure and continued to caress her lover’s body from behind, touching her everywhere she could reach, lingering over the breasts and pinching the nipples until they hardened.

“Don’t you want to come feel her?” Jayme asked me, offering Melisande’s naked tits.

“Mmm… let’s get him undressed first,” Melisande suggested, her voice slightly muffled by Jayme’s breast in her mouth.

The girls crawled over to me and went to work on getting my clothes off, and of course I let them do what they wanted. Melisande pulled off my shoes and then tugged my pants down while Jayme climbed up onto the seat to unbutton my shirt, kissing me deeply while she did. Soon they had me completely bare.

“I have an idea,” Jayme said, throwing a leg over me and straddling my lap. “How about you take that big, hard cock of yours and fuck it deep into my pussy?”

“Oh, let me put it in her for you,” Melisande offered as she climbed back up on the seat beside us. She took my cock in her hand once again and guided it to just the right spot. I felt Jayme’s wet pussy lips slip around the head and welcome me inside.

“Give it to me, all the way,” Jayme insisted.

I rocked my hips upward as she let herself slide down on top of me, taking me right up to the hilt. She drew in a deep breath through clenched teeth and let it out in a gasp, squeezing her eyes shut with an expression that almost looked like pain.

“Are you all right?” I asked her.

“Fuck yeah, it hurts so good,” she whispered. “You’re so fucking big, but it makes my cunt feel so hot… just give me a moment…”

“Suck her tits with me,” Melisande suggested. “We need to make her wet enough to take you, stallion.”

“Mmm, yeah, suck my titties,” Jayme agreed. “Do it gentle, though… that’s what I need right now.”

Melisande slipped her face between us and caressed one of Jayme’s pink nipples with her tongue, licking it softly until it was almost dripping wet. By slouching down slightly, I was able to do the same with the other, following Melisande’s example of soft licking with a very wet tongue. Jayme purred quietly with pleasure, and slowly began to rock her hips and slide me in and out of her tight pussy.

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“Another great get-together,” Shirley Lancaster-Vilbrun said, and the tall, busty and curvy redhead looked at her husband Castor Vilbrun and smiled. Six feet two inches tall and burly, with dark chocolate skin and a smooth shaved head, Castor Vilbrun is a fine specimen of second generation Haitian-American masculinity. She’d fallen in love with him since the moment they met, during their halcyon days at the University of Houston in the City of Houston, Texas. After almost three decades together, Shirley was still awed by her man.

“Amen to that, my love,” Castor replied in his deep baritone voice, and he took Shirley’s hand and brought it to his lips. They waved their guests Lionel Moore and Deborah Chester-Moore goodbye, and went back inside. The two-story, four-bedroom townhouse that they called home is located in the heart of the Clear Lake Area, one of Houston’s most diverse neighborhoods. As an interracial couple with a growing family, that diversity mattered a great deal to Shirley and Castor.

The State of Texas is rapidly approaching the magical day when folks who are brown, yellow or Black will outnumber folks of Caucasian descent. This can already be seen in major cities like Austin, Dallas, and of course Houston. For the most part, folks in Texas make an effort to get along with their neighbors. Interracial couples are quite common in the major cities and on virtually every college and university campus. Of course, this doesn’t mean that prejudice doesn’t rear its ugly head every now and then. Castor and his dear wife Shirley have become quite cautious as a result of their surroundings…

“I hope Lionel and Deborah come back to visit,” Shirley said smugly, and Castor rolled his eyes. This woman is insatiable, Castor thought, amazed. As a bisexual Black man growing up in the West, Castor was used to having to wear a lot of different hats. To the Black community, a Black man who swings both ways was even more unacceptable than a Black man who only likes men. Castor remembered the painful day when his Haitian immigrant parents Leonard and Martha Vilbrun of Amarillo, Texas, kicked him out after finding out about his bisexuality.

Castor Vilbrun then began making his way in the world as best he could, and he was always alone, until he met his future wife Shirley. Tall and curvy, with wide hips and a big round ass, the pleasantly plump redhead took Castor’s breath away. Castor has a thing for masculine men, that’s true, but a curvy woman is something he also can’t get enough of. Fortunately, after Castor began dating Shirley, he told her his secret and she was quite understanding.

Fast forward twenty five years, and Castor Vilbrun and Shirley Lancaster-Vilbrun are successful, healthy, and happily married. Castor works as a lawyer in downtown Houston, providing legal services to the Black and brown communities of Texas most important town. As for Shirley, she teaches English at a local community center and also works in real estate. Castor and Shirley took time from their busy careers to have a family. The couple has twin daughters, Elisabeth and Marianna, both of whom are studying at Texas Southern University.

With their daughters out of the house, Castor and Shirley are experiencing empty nest syndrome. A lot of middle-aged ( and older ) couples experience this after their sons and daughters have moved away to college. What’s a couple to do in such circumstances? Castor and Shirley might be getting up there in age, but they’re not ready to hang it all up and play bingo just yet. Nope, they decided to get involved in the swinger lifestyle…

The problem with the swinger lifestyle is that while bisexual women are welcome, bisexual men are not. Lots of bisexual men lead secret lives, hooking up with men on the side while hiding it from their wives and girlfriends. Castor Vilbrun isn’t like that. Shirley had known about Castor’s bisexuality from the get-go. Castor loves Shirley and their family. For the past two decades plus, castor has only been with one person, his darling wife Shirley. Now, with Shirley’s consent, the tall, middle-aged but still handsome bisexual Black stud is ready to explore his other side…

“There have got to be other couples like us in the Houston area,” Shirley surmised, as she created a profile for herself and her husband Castor on a popular spot. That’s how they met Lionel and Deborah Moore, a young Black couple who recently moved to the City of Houston, Texas, from their hometown of Atlanta, Georgia. For both couples, this was a stroke of luck. They met for coffee and a free exchange of ideas flowed. That’s how it all began…

“You’re not what we expected,” Deborah Moore said to Shirley and Castor, as she and her hubby Lionel sat with them inside a café. Castor admired the couple and smiled while Shirley bantered with them. Lionel Moore is thirty years old, and stands six feet three inches tall, with a lean build and smooth charcoal skin. Deborah Moore, Lionel’s darling wife is Kurtköy Escort five-foot-nine, chubby, with dark brown skin and curly dark hair framing a round, lovely face.

“We get that a lot,” Castor said evenly, smiling at Lionel and Deborah. The young Black couple reminded Castor of his wife Shirley and himself. Lionel Moore met his future wife Deborah Chester-Moore while attending Morehouse College. Deborah went to Spelman College and they met at a house party attended by students from both schools. Sparks flew between Lionel and Deborah, and they ended up getting married after graduation. Life was good.

“Nice to see I’m not the only bisexual brother who prefers women and honors his marriage instead of lying to his woman and cheating with every dick that walks by,” Lionel said, smiling at Castor. Shirley smiled upon hearing that and nodded at Castor, who bumped his fist against Lionel’s. They were two Black men from different generations but at the end of the day, they had more in common than not. Life wasn’t easy for Black men in the State of Texas, and bisexual Black men had it harder than most…

“I love my Shirley and would never compromise our relationship or our family, I’ve had lots of offers from men throughout our marriage but always turned them down,” Castor said proudly, and he gently squeezed Shirley’s hand. Deborah looked at Shirley and Castor, and smiled faintly. Shirley’s eyes bore into Deborah’s, and the two women exchanged a nod. They were definitely on the same page, on a lot of things…

“I got to admit, when Lionel told me he was bisexual, I kind of freaked out but I still loved him and he promised to be faithful to me, so we went ahead and got married anyway,” Deborah said softly, and Lionel nodded. Castor smiled at the young Black couple and nodded at his darling wife Shirley, thanking his lucky stars for her. Unlike Deborah here, Shirley hadn’t freaked out upon finding out about Castor’s bisexuality. Shoot, Shirley was the one who was encouraging Castor to step out of his comfort zone and experiment…

“Bisexual guys are the best,” Shirley said enthusiastically, and Deborah smiled faintly while Lionel nodded, looking in Castor’s direction. Castor understood what Lionel was feeling all too well. Men who love men, and men who love both women and men, can spot each other through a certain form of quick-but-deep eye contact. The world at large thinks that it’s only when a man looks, acts and sounds like a female that he isn’t straight. Truth be told, there’s much more to bisexual men and others similar to them than that…

“Alright, I’m intrigued, you two are something else,” Deborah admitted, smiling, and Lionel seemed to visibly relax. Shirley and Castor exchanged a smile, and then the two couples went over the rules and regulations of their foursome. It’s quite unfortunate that there isn’t a well-known book about etiquette for threesomes and foursomes but civilized swingers like Shirley and Castor have come up with their own rules. It’s truly for the best…

“This is going to be awesome,” Lionel said, and he squeezed Deborah’s hand. They drove to Shirley and Castor’s place, and they got together in the living room. With wine, caviar, condoms, sex toys and lubricant ready, the four of them had themselves a grand old time. At first, things were understandably awkward. Foursomes look like an easy good time in porn videos but in real life, things can get dicey. People have boundaries that have to be respected…

“Let’s do this,” Castor said, and he got the ball rolling by undressing, revealing his sturdy, masculine body. Shirley smiled appreciatively as her hubby showed their guests what he was made of. With Lionel and Deborah watching, Shirley got up and began undressing as well, revealing a curvaceous, firm body that marriage and motherhood only made more fine and sensual. MILF chic, that’s what the young men are calling women like Shirley these days…

“Lionel, what are you waiting for?” Deborah prodded her hubby, and Lionel grinned shyly, then undressed. Dropping his pants and shirt, Lionel stood stark naked in the Vilbrun family living room. A tall, muscular, dark-skinned brother with a shy grin and a big ole dick. Shirley and Castor glanced appreciatively at Lionel’s dick, and this made Deborah smile…

“Your turn, sweetie,” Lionel said, turning to his wife, and Deborah licked her lips, then did a sexy strip tease. Turning around, Deborah showed her big beautiful ass while fondling her big tits, and Castor licked his lips in appreciation. Without further ado, the two couples got the show on the road, as they say. Castor and Shirley were feeling Lionel and Deborah, and the sexually adventurous foursome took to the floor, and did their thing…

“Suck that dick, Lionel,” Deborah said, watching as Castor lay on the carpet, with Lionel grabbing his manhood. Lionel didn’t need to be told twice and began sucking Castor’s dick with gusto. Deborah fingered Kurtköy Escort Bayan her hairy pussy with one hand and her breasts with the other. She was so aroused by the sight of her hubby Lionel sucking off their host Castor that she didn’t notice that Shirley, Castor’s wife, was looking at her…hungrily.

“Deb, let’s let the fellas have fun, we can do our own thing,” Shirley said, smiling at the young Black woman. One of the many reasons why Shirley and Castor got along so well is because Shirley swings both ways. Lots of bisexual women are turned off by bisexual men and prefer to date straight men. Shirley has a thing for masculine men who swing both ways and finds straight men just as boring as gay men. For Shirley, bisexuality is the natural state of humankind and rigid heterosexuality just like rigid gayness and rigid lesbianism represent the boring side of the force. Why limit yourself when you could have it all?

“Sounds good to me, Shirley, I’m mostly straight but been known to play with the ladies every now and then,” Deborah replied, much to Shirley’s delight. The tall, curvy, pale-skinned and, ahem, mature redhead looked at the curvy, dark-skinned, voluptuous young Black woman. The contrast between their bodies was stark, and beautiful. Shirley felt drawn to Deborah and vice versa. The two women kissed and embraced passionately. Just like their respective husbands, they began to have their fun…

“You need this, I can tell,” Shirley said as she kissed Deborah’s lips and then sucked on her nipples. Deborah sighed happily as Shirley began exploring her body and pleasuring her. As much as Deborah loves riding the hell out of Lionel’s big dark dick, she’d definitely missed the female touch. Shirley slid her hand between Deborah’s thighs and began fingering her pussy. A happy moan escaped Deborah’s lips as Shirley worked her over. For the two women, the fun was just beginning…

“How long since you’ve been with a man?” Lionel asked Castor, as they continued with their fun. Castor was hard as a rock after Lionel basically polished his dick and balls by sucking on them hungrily. Castor looked at the handsome young Black man who’d brought him so much pleasure and hesitated before answering him. Castor glanced at his wife Shirley, who was having some hot woman-on-woman fun with Lionel’s wife Deborah, and smiled. The women were really going at it, and Castor found the sight of them doing their thing quite arousing…

“Twenty five years,” Castor said, smiling, and Lionel shook his head, and looked at his new lover. Lionel had known he was bisexual for a long time, and while he dated quite a few young ladies before he met Deborah, he had tons of male lovers on the side. Lionel informed Deborah about his bisexuality mainly because one of his male lovers threatened to out him, so Lionel beat him to the punch. Castor, a man who stayed faithful to his wife Shirley and ignored the fellas for decades, well, he was of a different breed…

“Well, my man, let’s get you all caught up,” Lionel said, as he got on all fours, and a smiling Castor reached for condoms and lubricant. After greasing up Lionel’s ass, Castor rolled a condom on his hard dick and came up behind him. Without further ado, Castor pushed his dick into Lionel’s ass and began fucking him. Groaning as Castor penetrated him, Lionel stroked his hard dick and began grinding against his lover. The bisexual stud from Atlanta absolutely loves to get dicked down by a strong and masculine man…

“Look at the fellas going at it, Deb, do you want me to fuck you like that?” Shirley asked Deborah, glancing at Lionel and Castor while fisting her lover’s vagina. Deborah, who lay on her back, voluptuous body covered in sweat, nipples erect and legs spread, could only nod in agreement. Shirley had her entire fist inside Deb’s vagina, and the young Black woman was trying real hard not to scream. The tall and chubby White woman was freakier than Deb could have imagined. Even more freaky? Deb could tell that Shirley was just getting started…

“Oh yes,” Deborah squealed, much to Shirley’s delight. Slowly, gently, Shirley squeezed her hand out of Deborah’s vagina, and grabbed a bag of toys. Deborah sat there, catching her breath as Shirley donned her favorite toy, a sexy strap-on dildo that she often used on her hubby Castor’s ass. Smiling at Deborah, Shirley rolled a condom on the dildo, and then got ready to fuck her…

“Get on all fours, sexy lady,” Shirley said, asserting herself, and Deborah nodded, and did as she was told. Shirley is a freaky White mama who finds Black bodies beautiful in both female and male form. She admired Deborah’s big beautiful Black ass. Playfully, Shirley smacked Deborah’s ass, then began her approach into her. Gripping Deborah’s hips, Shirley pushed the dildo inside of her. Deborah squealed as Shirley’s huge toy filled up her pussy. Shirley laughed and began fucking Deborah with deep, passionate strokes. Escort Kadıköy The freaky young Black woman hadn’t felt anything yet…

“Alright, let’s take a break,” Lionel said, after Castor had been pounding his ass for what seemed like forever. Castor seemed surprised by Lionel’s request, but did as the younger man said. The two of them sat on the carpet, catching their breath while watching the women going at it. Deborah was squealing in sheer delight as Shirley banged her with a strap-on dildo. Castor winced in sympathy for Deborah as he recognized the dildo as the same one Shirley used on him just a few days ago. Castor’s ass hadn’t been the same since…

“Can’t let the women have all the fun,” Castor said, and, still horny, he went over to Deborah and Shirley. Shirley winked at her hubby as he walked by. Castor stood behind Shirley, admiring his wife’s big beautiful pale ass as she fucked Deborah with her strap-on dildo. Castor is an ass man through and true. He doesn’t care if the ass in question is pale or dark, female or male. Stroking his hard dick, Castor reached for some lube and a new condom. Time for Shirley to get a taste of her own medicine…

“Oh yeah, the more the merrier,” Shirley said enthusiastically as Castor came up behind her. Grasping his wife’s big White butt, Castor spread Shirley’s cheeks wide open and lubricated her butt hole. After putting on a new condom, Castor pushed his dick into Shirley’s asshole. A shocked gasp escaped Shirley’s lips as Castor’s dick popped into her asshole. He began to fuck her with slow, deep strokes. Meanwhile, Shirley continued to slam her strap-on dildo into Deborah’s pussy, fucking the younger Black woman like there was no tomorrow. Shirley squealed, for there was nothing she loved more than fucking while getting fucked…

“Fuck that, I want some,” Lionel said, and Castor grinned as the young bisexual Black man rejoined the fun. Castor gripped Shirley’s hips as he fucked her, loving the way she kept grinding her big ass against his groin. Shirley’s asshole gripped Castor’s dick even more tightly than Lionel’s ass did earlier. Castor, a man who loves to slide his dick into people’s assholes regardless of race or gender, definitely prefers female butt holes to male butt holes. Thank heaven for Shirley, the kind of wife who understands her husband’s needs…

“Lionel, bring that dick over here,” Deborah said, and Lionel came forward, doing as his wife told him, like a real husband. Deborah grabbed Lionel’s dick and began sucking him off. Shirley continued to buck her hips, thrusting the strap-on dildo even deeper inside Deborah’s pussy, even as her hubby Castor filled her asshole with his dick. The four-way action was getting steamy and showed no signs of stopping…

After getting her ass pounded by her hubby Castor, Shirley took a breather, and this left Deborah, Lionel and Castor to their own devices. Shirley, the catalyst for tonight’s freaky fun and games, needed to relax a bit. Deborah looked at Castor and Lionel, who were still hard and ready to fuck. Looking askance at Shirley, Deborah grinned when the other woman nodded. Let the fun and games continue…

“Fill my holes,” Deborah told Castor and Lionel, and once the two horny bisexual studs picked their jaws from the floor, they accepted the lady’s challenge. Deborah got on all fours and shook her big beautiful ass at the two horny Black men, knowing the effect it would have on them. All Black men love a nice round ass, and Castor and Lionel, healthy and active bisexual Black gentlemen, were no exceptions…

“Well, Lionel, since Deborah is your wife, do the honors,” Castor said evenly, and Lionel needed. Deborah clucked her tongue impatiently, and the two men went to her as Shirley watched. Fingering her pussy while observing the fun unfolding before her, Shirley was quite amused by this turn of events. Castor lay on the floor while Deborah climbed on top of him, impaling herself on his dick. Meanwhile, Lionel came up behind Deborah and eased his dick into her ass, after lubricating her, of course…

“Fuck yeah, fill me up,” Deborah said, and she screamed like a real rough rider as Castor and Lionel crammed their dicks into her holes. A lot of women consider themselves sex freaks but few can handle two big dicks inside of them at the same time. Lionel fucked his wife Deborah’s asshole even harder than Castor’s dick fucked his own ass earlier. As for Castor, this was his first time fucking a vagina that did not belong to his beloved wife Shirley. It’s always fun to try new things and have new experiences…

“Got something for you, hubby,” Shirley said, and the tall, majestic redhead got up and went over to the middle of the living room, where Deborah was getting drilled by Castor and Lionel. All three looked up as Shirley came over. Squatting down on Castor’s face, Shirley fed her husband her tasty pussy which he hungrily ate even while he continued to slam his dick into Deborah’s pussy. Deborah, who found herself almost face to face with Shirley leaned over and kissed her. Surprised by Deborah’s kiss, Shirley kissed her back passionately. Even with two dicks inside of her, Deborah couldn’t deny her passion for women, and as far as Shirley was concerned, it’s a beautiful thing…

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I was back at the park bathroom again. It was my second time there in three days. Ever since my first visit, I’ve been coming back every other day. Sometimes I would get lucky and someone who wanted to be serviced or wanted to service would show up and enter the stall next to mine. That first time was about six years ago and everyday since, I’ve wanted cock more and more. The local parks department made it a little more difficult about a year after my first encounter here. Someone had gotten wise as to what was going on here and patched up the gloryhole, unfortunately. I manage though.

This particular evening, I was sitting on the toilet in my normal stall with all of my clothes on the floor in front of me. My dick was hard and slick with precum in my hand and I was taking my sweet time stroking it, waiting for someone to open the stall next to mine. I had been sitting there jerking off for a while. The sun was still out when I came in. It had almost certainly gone down by now. I was just about to finish up and get dressed to leave disappointed when I heard the door open and feet shuffling across the floor to the neighboring stall.

If my cock could have gotten harder, it would have. No one comes into this bathroom this late if unless they want to give someone a load of cum. I heard the door of the stall open and then close. Then I heard the familiar sound of a zipper being unzipped. Looking under the wall of the stall, I saw the feet turn around to face the door and then saw them promptly covered up as his pants were dropped to the floor. I reached my foot out to where it was barely on his side of the wall and tapped the floor a couple of times. He did the same. Once I saw his tap, I stood up and then got down on my knees in front of the gap between the floor and wall then stuck my six inch erect dick under the wall and into his stall.

It took a few seconds for him to do anything. Then I finally felt a hand wrap itself around my my dick. He stroked back and forth causing more and more precum to be released, but into his hand this time. I could tell he was still standing so I stuck my hand under and Ankara bayan escort motioned for him to put his cock in it. I wanted to see it. I wanted to jerk it and suck it and let it fuck me. I also wanted him to do all of those things for me as well though, so I didn’t push my luck.

After some time, he seemed to relax and decided he wanted his dick played with too so he accepted my invitation. I heard him moan as my hand closed around his hard penis. It was still completely on his side of the wall, so I couldn’t see it, but it felt like it was at least eight inches long. I wanted to see it so bad that I started to gently pull him towards me by his cock head. Once the entirety of his penis was on my side of the wall, I could tell that I was correct in my assumption of the his length. I had never seen a dick as long as this guy’s was before.

I quickly returned to gently stroking it once I acknowledged my realization. This realization had me got me so turned on that I immediately felt the familiar tingling sensation in my balls telling me that I was about to cum. I didn’t say anything, but just let it happen. I couldn’t see but, as I grunted and released my load, it felt massive. I had to have covered his hand in sticky, white semen. There was no question of it.

As I was coming down from my orgasm, I pulled my cock out of his hand and he tried to do the same, but I stopped him. I wanted his in my mouth now. I bent over and wrapped my lips around the head of his dick. As I did this, I heard him say, “Oh fuck. I didn’t expect that.”

While I was sucking on this monster of a cock that came under the stall, I reached underneath me and grabbed my own softening dick. Cum was still dripping from the end of it as I bobbed my head forward and back bringing more of his salty precum out onto my tongue. This was just the type of person I was hoping would walk in as I was sitting by myself a few minutes ago.

I felt my own penis start to stiffen up again and let go of it. With my right hand now free and my left holding me up, I reached up and grabbed the shaft of his cock Escort bayan Ankara and started jerking this stranger off into my eagerly waiting mouth. After just a few minutes of this, I heard a knock on his side of the stall wall and felt him start to tense up. Within seconds, my mouth was flooded with his thick, hot cum. I heard a loud moan as shot after shot of semen landed on my tongue only to be quickly swallowed. It tasted so good.

After a few seconds he pulled his dick out of my mouth and back to his side of the wall and I saw him stand up. I was sad to see it go. It was one of the best cocks that I had encountered here so far. I grabbed my own cock and started to stand up as well to start jerking off again and relieve myself of this new erection when I noticed that he wasn’t pulling his pants up, but turning around. A few seconds after that I saw him get back down on his knees facing away from me and start to work his naked butt back towards me.

“Please fuck me,” I heard him say in a desperate voice. It was almost as if he needed it rather than wanted it, and I was all too happy to oblige.

I had come prepared for a fucking, whether I was receiving or giving. I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out a small bottle of sexual lubricant that I usually brought with me on my excursions into this bathroom. I squeezed a little bit onto my erection and spread it around, getting it nice and coated. Then I inched forward toward the exposed hole in front of me and placed my tip at the entrance of it. When I did this I heard an audible gasp, probably from the coldness of the lube. I waited for him to get used to it there and then started to gently push into him.

He was extremely tight. If he’d done this before, it wasn’t very often. As I kept pushing, that initial gasp was all I had heard from him, though. He wanted this enough that he was already enjoying it. I would push it a little and then wait. Then I would push again and wait. I repeated this process until the length of my penis was inside his ass and my groin was making contact with his cheeks. I held it Bayan escort Ankara there for what seemed like an eternity. Partially so he could get used to the feeling of my whole cock inside of him before I started fucking him in earnest, but mostly because I was already about to cum and didn’t want to too soon.

Once it seemed that he had adjusted to it, I started to pull back out slowly. I withdrew until just the head of my cock remained inside him and then pushed back in just a little bit faster than I had pulled out. After that it was a repetitive yet euphoric process of pulling almost all the way out and then thrusting back inside him ever so slightly faster than before. I was quickly beginning to realize that, not only was he the best cock I had ever sucked here, but he was also the best hole I had ever fucked here.

After a while, it seemed he was unable to remain quiet anymore. Who could blame him with the stimulation his prostate must have been receiving. With each thrust in, I could hear him moan and with each withdrawal I could hear his heavy desirous breathing. Wanting to give him as much pleasure as his asshole was giving me just now, as I thrust in the next time, I reached underneath him and grabbed his shaft again. It was leaking precum again and I started jerking it in time with each of my thrusts.

Not long after I started jerking him, I felt his cock tense and start to jerk. As it did, his asshole tensed around my dick. It felt as though it were rippling against my shaft as he unloaded his balls onto the floor below him. His hole was milking my cock and I let it. It felt as though I emptied a gallon worth of cum into his rectum. In reality, it definitely wasn’t that mush after having already cum fifteen or twenty minutes before this. As I started cumming, I thrust in as deeply as possible, rubbing his prostate on the way in and held it there. I heard his loud, lengthy moan as I did this and drained myself inside him.

We stayed there like that for what felt like an hour, but was probably only minutes. He was the first to move, pulling his now flaccid cock out of my hand and standing up as he pulled his pants up. My legs were slightly shaky, but I too stood up. Of course I needed to fully dress myself since I was naked.

As I reached down to pick up my pants I heard him say, “Same time next week?”

To which I responded, “As long as I get to feel that dick in my ass next time.”

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Disclaimer: All characters are over 18 years of age. A huge thank you to all of you who gave feedback on Chapter 1. I hope this satisfies you as well. ___

It had been a few weeks since Anna’s glory hole discovery. She visited the glory hole regularly and loved every second of it. She had switched to going commando everyday. And was horny all day this way. Anna even flashed a few of her fellow classmates her pussy. And in return she got a nice little fingering session during class.

One of the guy who fingered her kept going at it for a while, keeping her on edge, and only allowed her to cum when the professor dismissed them. If the professor noticed anything, he didn’t say a word.

Anna built a reputation among the guys who knew her wild side.

___

Another day, another boring lecture. At least this was the last one for the day. Anna was squirming in her seat. Her mind kept drifting off to the glory hole. She was dripping with anticipation already. There was only the thin fabric of the skirt between her and the cushioned chair. It was sure to have a wet spot when she got up.

Anna was feeling even more brave today. She wore only a tight, white tank top that showed basically everything and a short skirt. If a slight movement or a breeze Ataşehir Escort hit her, she was sure to flash everybody. But she didn’t care all that much.

She moved her ass so that her pussy lips were spread below her. She sat that way for a while, half-heartedly answering questions the professor threw her way.

Carefully, keeping an eye on the teacher, she began to grind a little. Her delicious ass moved back and forth slowly, cunt juices as lube. She could feel the heat build up. Anna desperately wanted someone to finger her but the professor had an eye on her. Looking straight ahead towards the presentation, she continued to grind into the chair.

Her breath came shallow and drawn out. She could not cum right away. Anna kept this going for a while. Back and forth. Imagining that she was riding a cock. Back and forth. Big cock. Circular motion. Getting a nice ride.

The professor’s eyes skimmed over the class and landed on her. He kept his gaze on her. And Anna came. She came hard, trying not to make a noise. She slumped in her seat and continued to cum silently.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Anna stopped cumming. She sat up slowly. Not moving too suddenly. No one was paying attention to her. They Ataşehir Escort Bayan were caught up in a heated discussion. She could feel the cum underneath her. It was sticky and thick. There was some of it on her the inside of her thighs.

She breathed deeply and looked around. A pair of eyes locked on her. The professor stood with his arms folded in front of him. Anna held his heavy gaze. Soon enough they were dismissed. She took her sweet time packing up her things. A few students lingered around. She got up, the cum sticking to her legs, walked up to the door. The professor’s eyes never left her or her sweet, sweet cum covered legs. Anna was sure that she saw an outline of his erection in his dress slacks.

_____

Anna, as usual, moved towards the men’s room. She hadn’t bothered to clean up the cum which was now slowly making its trail down her legs. Pushing open the door, she flipped the sign on the last stall to say ‘IN’, got inside and stripped. Her 36C tits bounced around deliciously. She teased and twisted her nipples a little, getting them nice and hard. She ran her fingers over her slutty cunt. Pushed a finger in. Just as she was about to get going, a cock appeared through the hole.

It was about 7 Escort Ataşehir inches and thick. The thickness definitely made up for the lack of length. It was semi-erect and veiny. Anna happily took the cock in her hand and started stroking it. The owner didn’t make a sound. She took in the head tightly, sucking on it. A bit of pre cum oozed out. She took in the whole cock. It was so delicious, she kept taking it in. Bobbing the cock. Yummy.

The now hard cock was ready to cum. Anna quickly, in one swift motion, took it deep in her throat. The owner seemed to like this very much. He grunted and gasped as he came. Lovely, slippery cum, slid down Anna’s throat and she happily swallowed every last drop. The cock went limp in her mouth and the owner withdrew it.

Anna looked down to see a puddle of her wetness and giggled. A hand came in through the hole and grabbed her neck. Anna gasped out loud at the sudden contact.

“Please sir, let me go”, she pleaded. The hand only tightened.

“Why, you bitch. Begging to stop now, are you?” Anna recognised the voice.

“Please sir, let go of me”

“You were asking for this, whore. Masturbating in my class? You’re an absolute disgrace.” The professor let go of her suddenly and she gasped in relief. He knocked on the door and rattled the handle. Their was nothing Anna could do except open the door. His gaze landed on her, sitting in a puddle of her own juices.

“Get up and walk to my office, you know where it is. And don’t even think about cleaning yourself up.” With this is turned and walked out briskly.

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I hate my hometown. Some people say they are from a one horse town? Mine is a half ass village. I mean, technically it’s a city, with a population of over 13 thousand. However, it’s one of those cities where everyone knows everyone, is possibly related, and once a rumour starts you will never live it down.

And here I am, back after 10 years away.

Kids today have it easy, anti-bullying campaigns, peanut allergy warnings and fucking participation awards. Not this guy. As the awkward loner in high school I was beat up, stuffed into lockers and one time forced to eat plaster of Paris. Needless to say, as soon as I got my chance? I was the fuck out of there and hoping to never look back. College, using my brains to get into the world of finance, use that money to get my teeth fixed, start working out, discover who I am, fuck girls that never would have given me the time of day in high school.

Revenge is a powerful motivator.

So why the hell am I back here?

That would be Phil’s fault. He’s my best bud since we played with action figures in the sandbox behind his house. All through our formative years, it was just the Phil and Steve show, a couple of lonely, awkward virgins trying to survive being teenagers. While I may have left this place, he stayed. Opened a restaurant, hired a waitress, and now he was set to marry her.

Good job, Phil.

I had the noble duty of being the best man. Even after a couple of years of not really talking, Phil thought I would make the best choice. So I flew out, grabbed a hotel room, and now here we are – me getting ready for his bachelor party.

It’s not like in the movies. There’s no stripper out of a cake, wild misadventures where we lose the groom and certainly no donkey show. Just a few of us hitting the local club and getting as shit faced as we can. I of course use the term club loosely, more like a hole in the wall that smells like stale beer and warm piss where girls almost half my age would be getting white girl wasted, dance barefoot to whatever shitty R&B garbage was playing and dudes trying desperate to bring the one home that has the least puke in her bleached hair.

39 years old and a club for the local youngin’ population really isn’t my scene, but it’s where Phil wanted to go. He picked me up from his hotel with two of his work buddies, Josh and Gary – I vaguely remember them from high school, though Josh nearly went bug eyed when he saw me.

“Holy shit! Is that Steve Eastman? Dude! What the fuck? You look like…like…”

I blinked at him a few times while he tried to find the words, fuck this was awkward.

“Like a bad ass!” Phil cut in as he came over and gave me a hug in the lobby of the hotel I was staying at.

“Uhh, thanks?”

Phil wasn’t looking so bad ass. Here I was, some what muscular build, head full of brown hair, wearing an outfit that probably cost more than the car they came in and Phil was in jeans, t-shirt and at least 30lbs. overweight. The same went for the other two, I looked like the head of some pyramid scheme about to sucker 3 dads out of their mortgages.

Off to the club.

Josh was the class clown type back in the day, that one kid every one liked but wasn’t popular with the ladies. His family owned a local food market that he of course would later take over as owner/operator. Gary I barely knew, he ran with the shop kids, and was now a full time auto mechanic. Both married, both with 2.5 kids. This place never changes.

So, what you been doin’, man!?” Josh asked far too loudly. “You vanished after grad! I heard stories you joined the military, a cult, a hobo…”

“Nah, I work for an insurance firm that deals with clients globally.” I replied.

“Well look at Mr. Fancy Pants here! Show me the money!” Josh quoted in the wrong context. Ugh. This was going to be one of those nights.

Four guys walk into a club. That’s not a joke. It was around 9:30pm, way too early. The place only had a few locals at the VLTs gambling away their lives, the music wasn’t blaring quite yet and only a few of the younger crowd were around. I needed about 6 shots of tequila to maybe drown out Josh’s annoying voice and outdated jokes, but I needed to pace myself so a beer would be a good start.

We found a table, standing around, drinking, chatting. Sports, relationships, the fucking weather. Bringing up old war stories about our younger years, what happened to certain classmates; who died, got married – pretty much the same thing if you ask me.

Yeah, sure. One day I would like to settle down, but I enjoy my single life. The occasional college intern or hook up from a phone app gets boring, but seeing these three, jeans and t-shirts, beer guts and male pattern baldness? Not very inspiring.

About an hour in and I start to relax, share some stories, tell the boys about chasing tail, fine dining and travelling across the globe to meet clients.

“Dubai?” Phil looked shocked, “What the fuck is a dungeon master like you doing in Dubai?”

“Helping Ümraniye Escort a prince insure his billion dollar car collection.”

Jaws, meet floor. Pick them up quick, boys – who knows what shit is on there.

Honestly, I don’t like to brag. It was a lot of hard work, starting at the bottom of a totem pole in a firm, working myself to upper management through blood, seat, tears and a bit of cocaine. Now I manage collections of art, cars, homes, etc of the filthy rich. The type of rich Oprah wishes she was.

“Well, I know who is paying for our drinks tonight!” Gary laughed.

“Speaking of…” Phil waved his empty beer bottle at me, “…I need a refill.”

11:30pm and the 18-21 crowd is coming in, most already half drunk from pre-gaming at their homes or a local lounge. None of them even pay us any attention as the dance floor starts to fill up and we continue drinking our asses off, now and then slipping outside to the enclosed deck area for fresh air or a cigarette.

By the time 1am rolled around I was in a the men’s room, draining about 10 beers and a few shots from my bladder, smelling of booze and pretty light headed. Normally it’s a few drinks at a restaurant bar and I head home, it had been seen college that I had pounded this many back. Took my piss, shook my dick, remembered to stuff it back in my pants, wash my hands and then head out to find the guys. When I finally saw them again, they were out on the patio, smoking cheap, filtered cigars – and they were not alone.

“Steve! C’mere!” Phil slurred, “I want you to meet…”

“Sam!” Said this tiny girl with blond hair, tight fitting black top and skinny jeans, extending a small hand to me which I shook while probably having a stunned fuck look on my face.

“Sam is one of my waitresses!” Phil announced, throwing his arm over my shoulder.

Sam, full name Samantha, was a fresh faced 18 year old, though I am sure she got carded coming in here. Blue eyes, shoulder length hair that had been curled a bit for a night out. A solid 8…maybe even a 9, with a bubbly voice and not afraid to be flirty as she plopped her ass in Gary’s lap, nearly causing him to spill his rum and coke.

She was drunk as fuck.

Apparently Sam had been here with some friends but they had been partying much earlier and harder than we were and split – she would have too if not for Phil who drunkenly offered to use my cash flow to keep buying drinks all night.

1:30am, last call. We’re drunk, we’re rowdy, and we can’t keep our hands off Sam. Not that she minded. That girl went from lap to lap, stealing puffs of cigars. Half cut as I was, I got an instant hard on when her tight little ass in jeans pressed against my crotch.

“Ohhh, someone’s excited!” She blurted.

“You blame him?” Josh said with what could be best described as smirk – worst, a lop sided, drunken grin of a lecherous old bastard.

“Mmm, no I can’t…” She muttered, wiggling her butt down on me, “Can’t blame me either, this man is packing something won there!”

Last call passed, the ugly lights are about to come on. I head to the bar to pay our tab, weaving through crowds of drunk young people. There goes $300. As I started heading back, the three dads along with Sam wave at me from the club entrance.

“Well, guys, it’s been fun…” Is started as a rejoined them, only to be cut off by Phil.

“Fun’s not over, bud! We’re gonna grab a two-four and I say all five of us head back to your hotel room and keep this party going!”

“I dunno, guys…it’s pretty late.”

“Aw, c’mon man! Sam wants to keep drinking with us!” Gary said, looking at me like a fucking puppy wanting a treat.

“Yeah!” Same blurted, “I want to keep drinking! Woo!” She ran over and wrapped her arms around my waste, gyrating her body against mine. “C’mon Shhhteve…don’t you wanna?”

“Yeah, Steve, don’t ya wanna?” Josh laughed.

“Yeah, Steve, don’t you want…”

“OKAY!” I stopped Phil, “Fuck it, get a cab and we’ll hit the vendor, but you mother fuckers keep it down.”

I pity the poor cab driver that picked us up, bunch of guys, one girl, all yelling, laughing – but that was par the course for a Friday night in this town. Gary, Phil, Same and I were squished in the back while Josh rode shotgun with the cabby. That’s how small of a town this is, in the big city if you tried to sit up you would probably be shot, but here?

“Hey, thanks, Tom! I’ll see you next week at your kids’ birthday!” Everyone knew everyone.

We tried to be as quiet as we could getting to my room. Fuck the hotels here too. A local baseball tournament was going on in town, and this chain hotel was the only one with a room left, a shitty 2 double bed affair with bathroom, mini fridge, rattling AC and TV as small as my work laptop.

Of course, TV was the last thing on our minds.

I unlocked the door to my room and let them walk in, but before I could, Phil stopped me.

“Dude, hold on a sec.” Gary, Ümraniye Escort Bayan Josh and Sam went in and the door closed behind them.

“Hey, whats’ up?” I looked to Phil who had a big shit eating grin on his face.

“Nothin’, bud.”

“Well let’s get in and drink some beers then, it’s fucking late, man. Feelin’ a little jet lagged.” I reached to put my card key in the door and Phil stepped in between.

“Wait.”

“For fuck sake, Phil.” If he was going to give me the bros for life speech and get all emotional about me coming here to be his best man, he had better hurry, I needed to take a piss.

“Steve, I need you to promise me something.”

“Sure.” I signed.

“No.” he clasped his hand on my shoulder, “You’re my boy, Steve. It’s always been you, the Phil and Steve show. But I need you to fucking promise me right now.”

“Fine, Phil. What is it?”

“Don’t tell Sheila.” His bride to be.

“Don’t tell Sheila what?” I am a pretty stupid drunk.

“You’ll see.” He slipped his hand from my shoulder and stepped out of the way.

Keycard meet lock, click, open the door and be greeted to an image I would never forget. A sobering experience that was better than any cup of hot coffee.

Sam was on the edge of the bed, her shirt and bra pulled up over a nice pair of creamy white tits, and both Gary and Josh were standing before her, pants around ankles as she stroked both their cocks, taking turns on each of them with her mouth.

Click. The door shut behind me.

Phil was walking over to the three, already unfastening his pants and bringing out his half hard prick, stroking it in his fist.

“You bein’ a good girl, Sam?” he said as he squeezed between Gary and Josh. She stopped sucking off Josh’s dick to speak, but kept stroking the him and Gary.

“Of course, Mr. Thomas. You know I am always a good girl for you.”

“Atta girl.” Phil muttered, placing his right hand on the top of her blonde head. “Now get to work, it ain’t going to suck itself.”

What the actual fuck was going on? I wanted to ask that, but instead I just stood there, tent in my pants as I watched this 18 year old girl open her mouth wide and take in Phil’s fat cock head while continuing to stroke off the other two. I probably would have stayed standing at the door way all night if Josh didn’t look over at me,

“Yo, Eastman. Don’t be a little bitch, man, come over here. You’re missing out!”

I kicked off my shoes and did just that, shuffling over like the walking dead to get a closer look at what was taking place.

In her left hand, Gary’s cock, actually pretty small, at best 4 inches, precum glistening on his tip and him moaning as Sam’s little hand worked at his shaft. In the middle, Phil. He was much more well endowed, in fact, that was the biggest fucking prick I had ever seen, a 9 inch thick piece of meat that he thrust into Sam’s mouth – each time making the girl hum, moan and squeal around it while she drooled. As far as I remembered, he wasn’t that big. Right hand was Josh, who looked as hung as me, I would guess 7 and 1/2, a nice fat head and he smiled at me,

“There you go, bud. Get that cock out and let Sam have a look.”

Consciously, I had no control over my actions. I was in a dreamlike state as I dropped my pants and exposed myself not only to Sam, but the three other guys in the room. As soon as it was out, my cock head slapped against my taut stomach.

“Nice, prick, bro.” Gary said with a grunt as he looked down on it.

“Here, she’s all yours.” Phil said as he took his cock from Sam’s hand and stepped back, going manual on his shaft with his fist. I quickly took his place.

Sam’s blue eyes darted to my prick and she moaned around Phil’s cock. Her free hand quickly grasped my shaft and began working it, soft skin jerking me off in the direction of her perfect set of tits.

“Holy fuck.” I finally managed to say.

“Feels good, don’t she?” Phil looked at me with a grin, “She’s such a cock hungry slut, man. Ngh…” he trust his huge cock deep in her mouth and she coughed, “Been fucking her for awhile.”

All I could hear from Sam was a muffle ‘mmhmm’ as she tried her best to please that meat hammer that fucked her face.

“Shit…Phil…this is fucked up, man…” My reasoning was trying to fight against instinct, but my cock was as hard as forged steel.

“Just enjoy it, bro.” Josh said as he climb up on the bed, getting behind Sam so he could dip a hand down between her jeans, rubbing sat her crotch through her jeans, “What happens in here stays in here. Phil said you would be down, he’s told us what you and him used to jerk to back in the day. So, get down with it, bro.”

Back in the day, when we were still young and awkward, when porn magazines that were found under a parents bed had not been replaced by streaming porn in HD. When two young men started by jerking off in the dark, talking about girls, the things we wanted them to do, what Escort Ümraniye we wanted to to them with only the vaguest knowledge of sex in our minds. The grunting in the dark, until that one time it was just too much and Phil asked if I needed a hand. Jerking each other until our loads dripped won our cocks and stuck between our fingers. The denial, the questioning of sexuality: ‘am I a fag?’ I would wonder, am I the thing jocks called me? That was until the next time when we blew each other.

I can’t believe he had told them that! I also couldn’t believe the knowledge of them knowing that made me even harder as a bead of pre formed on my tip.

“We’re all friends here, Steve. We have all had those experiences.” Phil whispered to me; all I could do was nod as I my legs started to shake. “And tonight we’re going to experience something else. You wanna get the lights Gary?”

As soon as the the room went dark, all bets were off.

I felt stubble against my groin as someone began to suck me off; the curtains were drawn, it was nearly pitch black in the room. It took a long time for my eyes to adjust before I saw Josh swallowing my cock and playing with my balls while Phil and Gary had started to jerk each other off on the bed, and Sam, that fucking incredible blonde, was stripping down to nothing before them.

“F-fuck…” I stammered, trying to take it all in – much like Josh was trying to take my cock down his throat. I didn’t realize it, but I was thrusting against his face, and somehow my right hand was rubbing the top of his short, dark brown haired head. “I need to sit…”

Josh pulled his mouth off my cock but wrapped his fingers around it,

“Do what you need to do, bro, get comfy, I am just waiting for our turn.”

Our turn?

I looked back to Gary, Phil and Sam and instantly understood what he meant. Sam was her back, head hanging off the edge of the bed as Phil’s massive prick filled her mouth. Meanwhile, Gary was on top of her, his little cock pounding into her cunt with loud, wet slapping noises.

Josh and I sat on the second bed across, facing them. He continued to stroke my dick as I watched the two men use Sam for all she was worth – the little bit of street light coming int to reveal the ropes of drool that came out of the corners of Sam’s mouth, glistening as the streams slashed across her face and into her hair.

“Hey, man, don’t leave me out. I am dying here.” Josh whispered to me.

Shit. For a split second I didn’t know what he was on about until he looked down at his own hard as rock rock and then to mine in his fist.

“Uhhh, yeah…” I gingerly reached for his tool and wrapped my fingers around it, feeling it throb in my grasp, already slick with his precum. I started to jerk him, trying to keep in time with his strokes. Fuck, I felt awkward, like oh so long ago when I first grabbed Phil’s fat cock.

“Mm, fuck that feels good.” Josh reassured me.

“Yeah…you too.” I replied.

On the other bed, Gary’s slight beer gut mashed against Sam’s little body as he drove his cock into her, causing her to moan louder and louder when she wasn’t gagging on Phil’s cock. Her tits were mashed in Gary’s big hands, and he leaned down to kiss the young woman on the neck, muttering to her,

“Mmf, fucking slut,we’re going to breed you tonight. Ngh, fuck, you ready, whore?”

Sam just moaned loudly around Phil’s cock.

“FUCK!” Gary let out a loud grunt and right then I knew he came, giving Sam one final trust as his legs trembled and he pumped inside of her. I don’t recall anyone handing out condoms – they were bare backing this girl? His body slumped against her, “Mmm, such a good girl.”

“Shit, I am close.” Phil said, though I could barely hear him over the sound of my heart pounding in my chest and Sam’s gagging and sputtering. “Gonna take a break, you want in, Josh?”

“Fuck yeah, bro!” Josh released his hold on my cock and I him as he stood up. Phil removed his prick from Sam’s mouth, the girl gasped for air and coughed. Even in the tiniest bit of light, I could see her face was a sexy mess. “On you knees slut!”

As Josh got ready to fuck Sam, Phil plopped on the bed next to me, stroking that monster prick of his.

“Probably should have warned you, bud.”

“Ya think?” I said, starting to jerk off again as I heard a loud smack and squeal as Josh slapped Sam’s pale ass. “So she didn’t just randomly show up I am guessing?”

“Ha!” Phil laughed, “Dude, this was our plan for the start. Well, sort of. We thought you wouldn’t be into it so we were just going to use her in the park, but as soon as we saw you staring at her, and you didn’t resist her ass on your dick, I had a feeling.”

“Just like we talked about back then…” My eyes went from Josh fucking Sam behind while her head was in Gary’s lap, over to Phil’s cock.

“Of course.” He grinned. “And I knew Sam would be into it, this isn’t our first rodeo.”

“Mm, you like it, bitch? Like this cock fucking you?” Josh grunted at Sam, giving her ass another hard slap.

“Yes, Mr. Adams, fuck me…use my filthy pussy…”

I then felt Phil grab a hold of my cock.

“He’s going to cum quick, so you ready for this?”

“For what?” I asked, completely clueless and throbbing in the fist of my best friend.

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11. Chapter — Saturdays pet play

We returned home, showered together, and went to the kitchen to cook something. We officially skipped breakfast. Nate opened the fridge and said he wanted something fast to swallow.

“I will give you something to swallow later, boy; sit down and let me cook.” He smirked at me and reached for the apple behind me.

“Ok, sir.” He kissed me and bit into the fruit, sitting down.

“Can I help you?”

“Sure, hand to me those, boy.” He stood up and reached for tomatoes in a nearby basket.

“You can wash them.”

He laid them down with his apple and wrapped his arms around me.

“You are one hot chef, Richard.”

“And I haven’t started yet. Sit.” I said with a smile

He fucking sat on his knees below me. Just inches from my now-growing cock.

“You want to play now, boy?”

“If that’s ok with you, sir.”

I squatted in front of him, taking his jaw in my palm. “You like this, do you, boy? You crave to be my lusty puppy.” I leaned to his ear and growled in a hungry whisper, “Is your pussy twitching now, boy?”

He looked at me dazed, “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Then this is your place for now. I will feed you as I see fit, puppy.”

I put all the vegetables I wanted to prepare into a bowl, then stepped to sink just enough for him to fit there, so I could still use both.

“Here, boy, I have a bone for you,” I smirked.

He crawled to me, sat just like I hoped, and looked at me.

“Just lick it, boy; I still want you hungry for the main course.” Then I started to peel and wash everything while he licked my now hard cock with his hot tongue.

I stepped away after everything was washed, put it on board, and started chopping it.

“What are you waiting for, pup, come on.” I hadn’t even looked at him but soon felt a licking. I spread my legs.

“Good boy.” I petted his head and pushed my thumb into his mouth, fingering it slowly. “You can play with the balls as well, pup.”

I chopped everything while his tongue licked me. I never had a proper BDSM session like this. I knew enough, I think, but I mostly fucked, and liked verbal sex and hard pounding. This exploration of the dominant and submissive sides was thrilling for me in a way. I could get used to it. Maybe if I survive this here, I will torture him in this way right under Ashley’s proper look-at-my-perfect-catalog-image bedroom while she will be sleeping in there.

“I need to use the stove, boy.” I looked at his leaking delicious cock. I didn’t want to risk burning him or myself. The chopping alone was risky enough, given how hard it is to concentrate on a knife when you want to pound that hungry hole deep and fast instead.

“Stand up and bring me that black box of yours now.”

He stood and went for it with a big smile. I moved to the stove and started cooking. I was starving at this point, but I liked this game of ours.

He came back. I looked at him and showed him a place on the floor behind me.

He sat there with the box. Waiting. I finished what I needed and let it shimmer.

I came to him, opening it up. “Good boy.” I kissed him and bit his earlobe.

I took the lube out along with cock-ring and that vibrator.

“On all four, boy. Show me that cum-hole.”

He did, and I couldn’t bear to lick it deep. I eat at that beautiful asshole pressing my tongue in. He moaned and trusted back on it. With a smack, I sat back behind him. I took a lube and generously applied some into that boy-pussy. Then I took the vibrator.

I attached it to the floor with its suction mechanism and smeared lube over it. As he patiently waited, I placed the rope on his neck. I created a pretty secure collar that won’t choke him and took the rest as a lead.

“Red and Stop. Is that clear?” I looked seriously at him

“Yes, master.”

“Sir, for now, boy, we can get to master later.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Sit, boy,” I ordered. His dick twitched and leaked on the tiles as he squatted above the vibrator and slowly lowered himself onto it. I squatted and put cock-ring on that beautiful specimen of cock.

“Do not cum, boy; I have plans for you.”

“I will try my best, sir.”

“What a good boy,” I said in a Ankara bayan escort growl as I watched him impale that ass on it. I stood up and held the rope above him. “Start it on low, boy.” He shifted a little and did as I told him

“Look at me, boy” His eyes widened. I steered the pot and came back–my dick in front of him. I pulled on the rope to move his head closer.

“Ride it, boy.” He pushed up and went down fucking himself on it.

“Lick my cock while you fuck that pussy.” He gently licked my shaft with every move of his. Up and down, up and down. I loved it, but it was sweet torture, even for me.

“Good boy, now suck it slowly.”

“Good little bitch. Now raise the vibration level for me.” he moaned around my cock as he did so.

“Fuck, that’s a good boy. Keep looking at me, pup.”

I let him do this until my alarm rang.

“Let go, boy, and sit on your knees, hands behind back, and that cock still in your pussy.”

I checked the pot while I heard him find a position. I put the meal on plates. I turned around. He patiently waited, impaled on that thing. His cock made a little puddle on the floor. It was fucking hot.

“Do you wish to eat from the floor or to be fed from my hand, boy?”

“Hand if I may, sir.”

“Take that cock and put it here next to the table,” I said as I laid my plate on the table and sat in a chair. He readied it and sat on it obediently.

“It’s still too hot for me to grab it.” I moved my chair a little closer to him and raised my legs–one on the table, the second on his shoulder.

“Let me feed you with something else while we wait. Can’t let you be hungry.” I leaned lower and pointed my asshole into his face. “Perform for me, boy. Eat it.” He looked at me satisfied, and licked my rosebud.

“Boy, increase the vibrations again.” If I counted correctly, this was just one level below the max. I tilted my head back as he started his masterpiece. This man knew how to fucking eat ass; I should have made him do it all the time.

“Yeah, that’s a good boy, feast on that ass. Fuck, that’s such a good puppy.” I looked into his eyes and rocked on the chair in sync with his licks and the trust of his tongue.

“Suck on it. Yes! Fuck boy, I will ravish you for this. Fuck, more!” I was so close to cumming that it started to be painful, and I loved it. I looked at him all the time, pulling on his leash, pulling him close, and grinding against his tongue.

Then I abruptly pulled on his leash and sat my legs straight. I took a deep breath, pulled him closer, and kissed his mouth deeply.

“Suck on my tongue, boy.” He did gently, and then I kissed him, licking inside his mouth and destroying his swollen lips. He was still sitting on that vibrating dick, and his own cock was jerking and crying all over the floor.

I tried the meal, and it was warm enough to eat but alright to touch; I took a small piece along with the sauce and put it in his mouth.

“Eat my boy.” He licked it from my hand and cleaned my palm and fingers with his tongue.

We then ate like this. I put a bite in my mouth, and while chewing, I fed him. He then cleaned my hand and waited for me to eat another bite. It was somehow empowering and hot. The knowledge of his ass filled with that vibrating cock made it even more desirable. When we finished, I took the plates to the dishwasher.

“On all fours, boy, you made a mess here, come and clean it up.” I showed him the puddles of his cum on the floor. He crawled to each and licked them.

I had never played this puppy role-play before, but I liked it. I’m not sure how often I would like to do it, but once in a while, seeing this built tall man crawl beneath me, I could stand with pleasure.

When he was done, I took him to the living room.

I sat on the couch and took him in my arms. He looked at me with a loving smile as he kissed me.

“That was fucking hot, Richard, thank you.”

“Have you tried something like that?”

“No, you?”

“Not really, but you looked like you belonged on that floor.”

He laughed at that. Sitting on me, his long legs on each side and his hard red dick were grinding into mine.

“So what now?”

“I Escort bayan Ankara want you to cool down.”

“What? Why?” He said hurt

“Cos you too cocky, and you think I will fuck you whenever you show me that boy-pussy of yours. Sit down. I want to spend some time with you, Nate.”

He didn’t look angry or hurt anymore, maybe a bit disappointed, but he sat next to me and leaned on me.

I saw controllers of his Xbox and wished we could play. He saw my look.

“Do you want to play?”

“Yeah, sure, I’d love to.”

“Do you have some co-op or multiplayer?”

“Sure, few, let me take a look.”

He reached for his rope-made collar. “Keep that on for now,” I said. He raised an eyebrow in a smirk but let it be.

We found a game, and we started playing. He was very good at pointing out some game mechanics, which was fun. We spent some time like this. I kept looking at him, so immersed and focused. After some time, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I just looked at him and watched him hungrily. He looked my way and was probably going to ask something when I reached for his collar and pulled on it–kissing him with lust.

“I want to breed that pussy of yours,” I said between kisses as I laid on him. I felt his cock growing and humping against my dick.

“Breed me, sir.”

“This fucking rope, I couldn’t stop thinking how hot you look in that.” I pulled on it.”I want to tie you, boy, and fuck you so hard!”

“Please, sir, do it. I want to be your…” he looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t quite muster up the courage.

“What, boy, tell me.”

“Cumdump” he whispered softly.

“You want to be my cumdump? Just a hole for my cock to use?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Turn around bitch.” I took a firmer grip on the rope and pulled him against the back cushions bending him over it. I scratched his back while thinking about how to tie him up. Then I put his hands behind his back and tied them down the rope from his throat. Quite a lot was still left, so I secured his leg bent next to his side, then threw him on the couch face up and led the rope to another leg that I tied in the same way.

“You look perfect fuck boy. Proper cum dump for my pleasure.”

I twisted his nipples. “Do you like it, boy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You see, boy, I don’t think you have ever thanked me for fucking that slutty hole of yours.”

“Sir?”

“Are you not thankful that I use this tight hole of yours?” I was smearing lube from his hole outside and spreading that sphincter with my fingers.

“I am. Yes, I am.” I bit his nipple. “Thank you, sir.”

“Good boy” I kissed his jaw and pulled him up slightly, leaning against the backside and his ass sticking out of the couch, then I squatted to it and pointed my dick at it.

“Beg for it bitch.” I said, pulling him by the hair and pinching his now-red nipple

“Sir, please fuck me.”

“More,” I growled, pressing the head of my dick onto his hole

“Please, sir, use me; use your hole.”

“More,” I said, putting just dickhead in and taking it out

“Please, sir, I am begging you, breed my pussy. Pound it hard.” He screamed with desperation

“Good, my big rock-hard cumdump. Can you take it?”

“I can, fuck please, sir. Just take me and fill that hole.”

I pressed in hard. He screamed and jerked his body, tied up, unable to move. I rammed it in the second time and started pounding hard and fast, all the while looking at him, pulling his collar for support and now torturing his second nipple as his shaking cock was leaking for attention.

“Fuck! Thank you, sir. Fuck, please, sir, more. Damn. Breed me, sir.”

I slapped him. “Good boy.” I was ramming into him hard. He looked at me, crazy.

“Do that again, sir, please.”

“What a horny slut you are. Such a tight pussy” I slapped him again, leaving my hand on his cheek. I forced my tongue into his mouth as I pounded that hole.

Then his phone started ringing. We both looked that way.

“Please, sir, don’t stop!”

I slapped him again, “As you wish, boy.” With that, I increased the tempo and reached for his phone.

“Perfect timing, your wife is calling cumdump.”

“Sir?”

“You Bayan escort Ankara begged me not to stop. Or was it a safe word?”

“No sir, please just fuck me.”

I slapped him again. “Good boy. Now be a good husband and answer your wife.”

“If you say red, I will stop, but we both know you want this.”

I kissed him hard and deep and braced his hip for support as I started pounding him slower but aiming precisely, straight at his button. He moaned, watched me press answer, and put his phone to his ear.

“Yes?”

I smirked and leaned to his second ear, whispering silently, “You are forbidden to lie.”

He looked at me worried. I started to trust him, caressing that button of his

“No, we are just messing around.” I chuckled; he wasn’t technically lying.

“Yeah, he’s a great guy.”

“No, we spoke about that and sorted it out in a way.”

“No, I took the day off yesterday.”

“I felt I needed it for myself.” He bit his lower lip as if to stop himself from moaning. I enjoyed watching him squirm under me, trying to compose himself as if he was just fucked. I put the phone on his shoulder, and he pressed it with his head to keep it in place. I pulled out and left him on the couch.

“We went for a run and talked about growing up a little; when we came home, he cooked and now just started playing.”

“Game on Xbox honey, it was….. fuck!” At that moment, I came back and pressed the vibrator on max into him and engulfed his cock, and started sucking.

“One second, dear.” He tilted his head, holding himself with everything so as not to scream. His phone slid down his chest.

I took it with my free hand and put it next to his ear with a wicked look.

“Your phone Nate,” I said loud enough to hear

“What?”

“Not sure; I was just surprised with one move Rich pulled.”

“In a way.” I took his dick deep, sucking hard. He wordlessly opened his mouth.

“Sorry?”

“You see, we are kind of in the middle of something; it’s hard to save now.”

He looked at me with a strange look I couldn’t quite figure out.

“Do ‘you’ want to call another time?” Oh, right, I forbid him to lie; she must have asked if he wants her to call another time

He had to move his head away to exhale and was shaking with his mouth open. I could see on his balls he was close.

“What?”

“No, sorry, it’s really intense here.”

“Yeah, ok, do that. Thank you, Ashley; sorry, have a good night.”

“Sure, me too. Bye”

He whimpered as he looked at his phone, ensuring she ended the call.

“You fucker, fuck! Fuck I want to cum! Let me cum!”

He was screaming furiously. I lifted myself off his dick just as he was shaking and about to cum.

I leaned in close, taking his jaw in my hand, looking fierce.

“Thank you, sir. Please, sir, let me cum.” I said to him in a growl

He looked at me, and his dick jerked so hard it left a wet smear on my stomach.

“Thank you, sir; please let me cum.” He corrected himself

I took the vibrator out and filled him with my cock, ramming in.

“You wanted it, so take it fuckboy.”

I looked at him and started pounding his pussy without mercy. I held his hips as I pushed us to the edge fucking him like I had a grudge against him. He was taking it and moaned like bitch in heat. Rolling his eyes and shaking like a madman. His cock was twitching wildly.

“Please, I will come. Breed me, Richard. Fuck. Fuuuck.”

“Come for me, Nathaniel, squeeze that pussy. I am close.”

With that, he came hard. His eyes glued to mine, screaming incoherently and shaking. As he squeezed that tight pussy and I saw volley after volley erupts from his red dick, I crossed the line my balls could bear and filled him up as I was shooting for eternity.

Nathaniel looked like he had been gone for a long time when I came.

I untied him and cleaned his stomach, my chest, and the couch behind him. He looked at his hands covered in red stripes.

“I like them.”

“They look hot, but what will you tell Ashley?”

“She will be in quarantine for two weeks, so we probably shouldn’t do more of them.” His voice sounded sad. “Can you take a picture of them for me?”

“Sure. You could tell me I wanted to take many pictures today.”

“I was lost in the moment, wasn’t thinking.” He smiled at me

“Can I take a picture of the whole body?”

“You can take any picture you like but take my phone and make me one only of them before they fade.”

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A few classes had passed since the class on the human anatomy. The next few topics were less interesting, but still very informative.

First, we paired up in the same groups as before, and studied each other’s bodies closely, one on one. While interesting, if I wrote about that, it would be somewhat repetitive, so I’ll skip it.

After that, we covered various measurement techniques, including shirt-sizes, pant-sizes, and especially bra-sizes. I found out during that class that I had been wearing the wrong bra-size for years. I thought I was a 34A or 32B, but really I’m more like a 28D. Bra sizes are confusing!

We also covered some other important, but boring topics, such as reproduction and STDs. For a homework assignment, we were all required to get an tested for a variety of STDs, as a prerequisite for the rest of the course. That was due in three class periods.

So, today’s story is about day seven of class.

I was getting more comfortable with the class, so I didn’t arrive quite as early anymore, but I always arrive a bit before class, and today was no exception. I got there about five minutes before.

Just like the past couple of classes, everyone that was already there had stripped to their birthday suits. I quickly found my seat, stripped off my clothes, put them in my bag, and sat down. I didn’t bother covering up anymore, because there was no real reason to. Everyone there had already seen it all, and nobody else was covering up. Thinking back on it, I’m actually somewhat surprised at how little time it took for each of us to get so comfortable in our nudity.

At 7:01, Ms Sharon walked in, with the same amount of clothes as the rest of us. I kind of wondered how early she got nude. Did she strip right before walking over to the class, or was she naked all morning? I hadn’t seen her with clothes on in so long, that I could no longer picture her wearing them.

“Hello class,” she said, as she placed her bag in it’s usual spot on the table. “I’m glad to see you’re all comfortable being nude with your fellow classmates, because you will all be getting much more familiar with each other today. Our topic is masturbation, sex toys, and the orgasm.

“To start today’s class, we will discuss masturbation. Who here has masturbated before?” Almost everyone raised their hands. “Good. Those of you who say you haven’t, I don’t believe you. But in case you really haven’t, today will be the end of that.

“Everyone, please get in your normal masturbation positions. For those of you that say you haven’t ever done it: males generally grab their shaft and stroke it, and females either rub their clitoris or stick their fingers inside their vaginas, aka finger themselves.”

We all did as Ms Sharon said, placing our hands on our genitals, and we started to rub and stroke ourselves. I as a little hesitant at this, but once I’d seen many of my classmates (especially the boys) start in on themselves, I relaxed. I spread my legs, leaned back, put the first two fingers of my right hand on my clit, and started rubbing it in a small circle.

“Good. I want you all to continue masturbating, but please save your orgams until later. Now, I’m going to show you all several sex toys. For each toy, I will need one volunteer to demonstrate how it is used. In some cases, I will need two volunteers.”

Ms Sharon then reached into her bag, and pulled the first toy out. It was a simple, flesh-colored dildo, about 5.5 inches long, and 1.5 inches wide, with balls on the end. It looked much like some of the cocks I saw the boys holding in their hands. “This is a dildo. It is designed to simulate a male penis. Dildos come in many shapes, and sizes, and have a variety of features. This one is a simple one. Generally dildos are used by females, but some males use them as well.

“Now, who would like to demonstrate how this dildo is used?” Of course, nobody raised their hands. “Come on, people. This is the most basic toy I have. It only gets more complex from here.” After another moment, Sofia raised her hand.

“Good, Sofia. Please come up here.” Sofia stood, walked to the front, and took a seat on the table. “Alright, Sofia. Have you used a dildo before?” She nodded. “Okay, then you know what to do. I’ve also brought some lubricant if anyone needs it. Everyone watch closely.”

Sofia squirted a little lube on the dildo, opened her legs, and slid the dildo inside of her pussy. As she slid it in, she closed her eyes. She slowly slid it in and out. From her facial expressions, I could tell she was enjoying the feeling, but she was a bit embarrassed by being singled out like that. A moment later, we all heard her start moaning.

After about a minute or so of Sofia fucking herself with the dildo, Ms Sharon said, “Good, Sofia, that’s exactly right. Thank you for the demonstration. You may take your seat now.” Sofia pulled the dildo out of her pussy, and stood up. She offered it to Ms Sharon, but she refused. “Oh, no. Please, keep it Kadıköy Escort for the rest of class. That goes for everyone else who volunteers as well.”

Sofia walked back to her seat, reinserted the dildo, and continued fucking herself.

“Alright, next up, we have the vibrator,” said Ms Sharon, as she pulled another dildo from her bag. This one was larger than the last; maybe 6 inches long and 2 inches wide. “This toy requires batteries, because when it’s switched on, it created a vibration throughout the rubber shaft, which most females enjoy. Additionally, this dildo has piece known as a rabbit ear, which rubs against a woman’s clitoris. Who would like to demonstrate the usage of this toy?”

After a couple seconds, Latoya’s hand went up. Ms Sharon nodded, and Latoya came to the front, taking a seat on the table.

“Thank you Latoya,” said Ms Sharon, as she passed the vibrator to Latoya. Latoya didn’t bother with the lube, since she was already quite wet on her own. She easily slid the large dildo inside her pussy. When it was all the way in, she turned a knob on it, and we all heard a buzzing sound, and saw Latoya’s head tilt back in pleasure.

“Good, Latoya,” said Ms Sharon, “Make sure you also rub the rabbit ear against your clitoris. Yes, just like that. Doesn’t that feel good?”

Latoya nodded.

“Alright, Latoya, you may take your seat.”

Latoya took her seat, and Ms Sharon continued, pulling the next toy out of her bag. It was about 7 inches long, with what looked like a pussy on one end. “Now, I don’t want the men in the room to feel left out, so next we have the fleshlight. This toy is designed to simulate the female vagina. Who would like to demonstrate it’s usage?”

Tony Baker didn’t hesitate to stick his hand in the air.

“Alright, Mr Baker,” said Ms Sharon. Tony walked to the front, and took the fleshlight from Ms Sharon. He then placed it at the tip of his large cock, and slid himself inside it. He then jacked himself off with it, fucking the rubber vagina.

“Excellent, Tony,” said Ms Sharon. “This fleshlight also has a vibration feature. Let me switch that on for you.” She reached down, grabbing the fleshlight (and thus Tony’s cock), in her hand. She slid the toy up and down a couple times, before flipping a switch on the side of it. Instantly, Tony leaned back and started writhing in pleasure. Then she flipped it off.

“Good, Tony. You may take your seat.” He did, as Ms Sharon continued, pulling the next toy out of the bag. “This is sometimes called a magic wand. The tip of it vibrates with a much higher intensity than the dildos, and can be controlled by a switch on the handle. It is generally used by women to rub their clitoris. Who would like to volunteer to demonstrate the wand?”

Nobody raised their hand, at first, but eventually Barbara volunteered. She stood, took the usual spot on the table, and spread her legs. Ms Sharon handed her the wand, and Barbara turned it on and started rubbing it against her pussy. Ms Sharon gave her a few tips before sending her back to her seat.

“Next, we have our first two-person toy.” said Ms Sharon, as she pulled two small, metal objects, about 2 inches long, out of her bag. “These are remote controlled vibrators. A girl inserts it into her vagina, and the remote controls the intensity of the vibration. It can be used by a single person, but today we will use it in pairs. I have two of them, so we need two females. Since our last toy also needs two females, I will ask for one female volunteer, and two males, please. I will be the other female.”

Most of the boy’s hands shot up, but none of the girls. Ms Sharon picked Filipe and Ken. After another moment, I decided to volunteer. I’d rather have this toy, than be forced into whatever the next one was.

“Alright, Samantha, take a seat up here. We’ll both insert them at the same time.”

I sat on the edge of the table, and spread my legs apart. Then, Ms Sharon and I pushed the small metal devices completely into our pussies. Then we stood up.

“How does that feel, Samantha?” asked Ms Sharon.

“A little cold, but fine otherwise,” I replied.

“Good. Alright, Ken, you get my remote, and Filipe, you get Samantha’s.” She handed them to the students. “For the rest of today’s class, feel free to switch our toys on and off, and increase the intensity, whenever you’d like, but please refrain from making us orgasm until the end of class.”

I started walking back to my seat. Both the boys looked at their remotes. Filipe asked, “Does this knob increase the intensity?” as he turned it all the way up.

I lost my balance, and leaned on the table, as a loud moan escaped from my mouth. The vibration was very intense. “Yes, Ken,” I heard Ms Sharon say, “that’s the intensity. You can see that at full blast, it’s hard for the receiver to do much of anything else.”

“I see,” said Ken as he turned it down to about halfway. “Sorry about the surprise, Kadıköy Escort Bayan Samantha. I just wanted to test it out.”

I stood back up, and walked back to my seat, as I replied, “It’s alright.”

Ms Sharon said, “That’s exactly how it should be used: at random times, to surprise the receiver. However, please don’t disrupt the class.” She pulled the last toy from her bag. “As I said earlier, this last toy is designed to be used by two females. Since we only have two remaining, I’ll ask that Nicole and Amy please come up here now.”

They were both a bit hesitant, but they didn’t have much choice. It had to be demo’d, and there were only two pussies left that weren’t already full or being rubbed: Nicole’s and Amy’s. They both walked to the front, and waited for Ms Sharon to give them instructions.

“Thank you, both,” she said, holding up the final toy, “This is a double dildo. At either end, there is a cock-shaped rubber shaft, and in the middle there is a handle. Generally, this is used by two females, but you can use it alone as well. Both of you, please lie on the table, with your heads facing away from each other.”

They did as Ms Sharon said. The table was a bit small, so both of their heads were hanging off the ends. Once they were in position, Ms Sharon continued.

“Good. Now, please spread your legs, and scoot a little closer to each other.” They did so. “Thank you. I’ll start with Amy, and then Nicole.”

Amy looked down and saw Ms Sharon put some lube on the tip of one end, then put the tip of the dildo at the entrance of her pussy. Ms Sharon slowly slid it inside of her.

“Good. Now, I’m going to need to slide it all the way in, so I can get it to the entrance of Nicole’s hole.”

I saw the dildo slide further and further into Amy’s pussy, and finally it stopped. Then Ms Sharon put some lube on the other end, and slowly slid it into Nicole’s pussy. I heard both of them moan as it slid inside Nicole, and out of Amy.

“Good.” said Ms Sharon, “Thank you both. Now we’re ready to demonstrate. Everyone, please stand and-Ohhhhhh!!.” Ms Sharon collapsed into the chair next to the desk.

I looked over and Ken had a grin on his face. Then I felt my vibrator start up as well. It slowly increased, until I couldn’t take it. I started moaning again. The moans of Ms Sharon and I continued, as Ken and Filipe both kept the vibrators at full intensity.

Ken then stood and walked to the front of the class, and said, “I’ll take over for a moment, Ms Sharon, if you don’t mind.” Ms Sharon nodded, and put her hand on her pussy and started rubbing. “Good. I’ll turn it down a bit, so you don’t disrupt me.” He turned the knob down, but Filipe kept his at full-blast for the time-being.

“Alright, everyone,” Ken continued, “I believe I know where Ms Sharon was going with this. Everyone please stand and come to the front of the class. Obviously, Ms Sharon and Samantha are exceptions for now. I want each of you to slide the double-dildo in and out of Amy and Nicole for 30 seconds each. Since I don’t want to leave Samantha out, she can go last.”

I couldn’t believe Ken had taken over the class. Ms Sharon wasn’t resisting at all, not that I could blame her. Ken might have turned the intensity down on hers, but if it was anything like mine, a small decrease intensity wasn’t going to do much. I could barely keep my eyes open, it was so distracting, and I definitely couldn’t keep from moaning. However, it wasn’t quite enough to push me over the edge into orgasm.

For the next six minutes or so, each student grabbed the handle of the double dildo and moved it back and forth between Amy and Nicole. Each time it slid, the girl it went into let out a moan.

“Alright, Samantha,” said Ken, when everyone else had gone. “Your turn. Filipe, please turn her vibrator down.” Filipe did as he said, and finally the vibration was tolerable. I took a moment to catch my breath, then stood and wobbled to the front of the class. I grabbed the handle between Nicole and Amy and slid it toward Amy, hearing her moan. Then I slid it towards Nicole, and heard a moan from her. Back and forth I went, fucking each of them with the dildo, and watching as their pussies leaked a lot of fluids onto the table. The entire time, I felt the constant buzz of the vibrator inside me, and I noticed some of my own fluid running down my leg.

When my time was up, Ken turned Ms Sharon’s vibrator down, and gave control of the class back to her. After a moment to catch her breath, she stood, and leaned against the wall.

“Wow. Good job, Ken,” she said. ” You were exactly right with what I wanted the class to do. Also, excellent timing with the vibrator. I didn’t anticipate it at all.

“Now, Amy and Nicole, please stay on the table. We’re almost at the last activity, and you’ll need to be there, but in the meantime, you may have a break.

“Today’s last topic is orgasm, also known as cumming. Escort Kadıköy This is the most exciting part of sex. How many of you have experienced an orgasm before?” Every one of the boy’s hands went up, as well as most of the girls. “Good. Well, for those that haven’t, you’re in for a treat. Each of you, get with the partner, or pair of partners, from the first class. Kent and Roberto, come to the front to join your partners.”

It took everyone a moment to get with their partner. Tony and Alex retrieved my remote from Filipe, and came to join me, and John and Eric got Ms Sharon’s remote from Ken, and joined her.

“Good. Now that everyone is with their partner or group, I want each of you to bring the other to orgasm. This will be an excellent hands-on activity; no pun intended. Since Samantha and I have two partners, we will each cum twice, and make each of our boys cum once. I think Samantha and I can manage that.” She winked at me. I smiled back. “Alright, everyone. Have fun. There are some paper towels at the front to clean up with, once you’re done.”

Once Ms Sharon was finished speaking, everyone immediately began touching their partner. Tony and Alex seemed hesitant, like they didn’t want to gang up on me, so I started the action by reaching forward and grabbing both of their cocks, and I started jacking them off. Once they saw I was willing, Tony reached forward and grabbed my breasts, as Alex turned the knob on the remote up to medium-high. Once he did that, he reached down and started rubbing my pussy.

I looked around and saw many couples rubbing each other in various ways. I looked over to Ms Sharon, and saw she was in much of a similar position as I, with two cocks in her hands, and four hands rubbing her tits and pussy. Looking to the front, I saw Nicole and Amy had Kent and Roberto’s cocks in their hands. Each boy had one hand on their girls breast, and the other on the double dildo, moving it in unison between the two girls.

As I continued to watch all the action in the room, I quickly got very horny, and had my first orgasm within the first couple minutes. I was the first girl in the classroom, but not the first person; I could tell Ken beat me to that, because Latoya had cum all over her dark chest.

Once I was done, I decided to concentrate on the boys. I rubbed them faster and faster. Since I was right-handed, and Alex was in my right hand, he was first to blow his load. Since I was in control, I decided where it would go, so I pointed it right at my chest. The first glob landed on my right tit, and the second landed on my belly.

Now that Alex was finished, Tony and I concentrated on each other. We seemed to be in a race to see who would come first. I had two advantages: Tony was a guy, and I knew they took less time than girls; and I had already cum, so I was further away from cumming again. It seemed Tony was aware of this fact, because he reached over and turned up the intensity on my vibrator to full-blast, before return his hand to my pussy and inserting three fingers.

It took all my effort not to lean back and let go of Tony, but I was determined to finish him before he finished me. I was jerking him so fast, and he was fingering me at about the same speed. All around the room, I heard moans and saw cum flying, as well as bodies in the throes of orgasm. I knew Tony and I would be joining them soon.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I let go of Tony, giving into the amazing orgasm. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and let out a loud moan. However, Tony was apparently at the end of his rope too, because as soon as I opened my mouth to moan, a load of cum landed directly inside of it. The next couple loads landed all over my face. The surprise cumload just excited me even more, and made my orgasm that much more intense.

About 30 seconds later my orgasm had finished. I was still in a very high state of arousal, due to the vibrator buzzing away inside of me. Alex had turned it down, but it was still purring away. I opened my eyes and looked at Tony and Alex. They had both grabbed paper towels and were cleaning themselves off. Tony offered me one, and I took it. I started with my face, doing my best to get it all. Then I looked down and started on the load on my chest, which had dripped down to my belly.

Once I was satisfied with being clean enough, I looked around. Most of the guys had finished, and several of the girls. I saw Amy and Nicole had switched positions. They were both on their knees, facing away from each other. With the dildo still between them, they were doing each other doggy style. I knew they were close to finishing. However, it appeared Ken was having some trouble finishing Latoya. I decided I’d help him out.

I stood and walked over to the couple. Latoya was leaning back, with her ass on the edge of the seat, and her legs wide open. Ken was sitting on the floor between her legs, and had the vibrator in his hand. He was fucking Latoya with it, but not very quickly. It seemed his arm was getting tired.

“Do you want some help, Ken?” I asked as I approached.

Ken looked up at me, and said, “Sure, if you don’t mind. I never realized how much work it takes to get a girl off.”

I laughed. “Yep, it takes quite a bit more for us than it does for you guys.”

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Well this all happened two weekends ago. My boyfriend Jake’s father was turning 45. Seeing his wife left him a couple of years back and not dating at the moment. We decided to take him out for dinner and maybe some drinks.

Jake still lives with his father even though he’s 23. Seeing its a huge house and they both run a landscaping business together it works for both of them. So there they were about 5:30 pulling into my driveway with Jake’s truck. Not the work truck but his new Dodge. Even though it was winter in the North-east and fairly cold I decided to wear my black skirt with a light white top.

Throwing on my long coat I went outside where William was waiting with the door open so he could help me get in between them. Sliding over to Jake I gave him a hello kiss to which he said “Don’t forget the birthday dad,” he said smiling. I turned to his dad grabbed his head and planted a big kiss on his lips.

“Happy Birthday!” I said smiling.

Off we drove off. There I was sitting beside 2 big men. Jake looked like a younger version of his father. Bill had his arm hanging on the seat behind my head. His arm kept slipping down and landing on the back of my neck. After saying sorry for the third time.

“If your gonna keep doing that you might as well leave it there and give me a massage,” I said laughing. “I would give you a good one but your coat is in the way,” replied Bill with a sly grin.

“No problem,” I said unzipping my coat an pulling it off my shoulders.

“There,” I said, ” Work your magic!”

It felt a little strange at first have his father massaging my neck but after a few minutes of his strong hands working my muscles it started to feel good. Way to good. I closed my eyes lowered my chin to my chest and let my body go limp. I have to admit it my body started to react to his attention. I could feel my nipples hardening under my blouse and a little moisture between my thighs. I’m sure they both heard a couple of unintentional moans. Even though it was a 40 minute ride I, opened my eyes and realized we arrived. Entering the restaurant Bill excused himself to the rest-room.

“I see you really liked my fathers massage, your nipples are still hard,” said Jake leaning in to me.

“He has very strong hands,” I replied trying really hard to hide the fact that I was blushing.

“Maybe you should return the favour on the way home,” added Jake cheekily.

“Can’t really reach back there he’s to tall,” I shot back nervously.

“That’s not the area that I think he would like massaged” he said smiling and leaving me completely speechless.

“THAT’S YOUR FATHER your asking me to jerk off!” I said finally getting over the shock.

“But its his birthday and it’s OK with me,” Jake said.

With that I said “we’ll see but you better get me some drinks,” Bill returned and we went to the bar before are table was ready.

Our table was ready in about 20 minutes and with my second margarita in hand we sat down. Now it was my turn to excuse myself to the powder room. Once in there I looked at myself in the mirror to try to figure out my next move. Never have I ever thought of doing something like that with an older man never mind my BF father with him next to me. His massage was great and I started wondering if the son got his cock from his father. I thought if I tried something he would probably stop me. With that in mind I headed back to the table but not before releasing one more button on my blouse.

Both men were gentlemen and stood on my return and Jake gave me an little wink noticing my opened blouse. He also said he ordered me and his father another drink. So we got down to the business of ordering our meals. Everything sounded so good that none of us could really decide. So we all chose a dish that we liked and we were all gonna share. Couldn’t help catch Bill glancing down my blouse a few times. While waiting for our food to arrive we just made small talk about life, weather and my school. Telling them I’m almost done getting my business degree.

“Ya know Jake,” Bill said “business is good and we were planning on hiring someone to work the office and do the scheduling and the books. Maybe Hannah could come work for us. She would sure pretty up the office,”

The drinks had clearly had an effect on me when I said “Sure that would be great and I’m sure I would have to take care of my bosses,”

“No but that would be a big perk for you,” Bill said laughing.

Thank god the food arrived and it all looked? fantastic. We all dug in and shared each others meals. Picking off others plates an being fed by two handsome men was very arousing. Between the drinks and all the flirting got me thinking about Jake’s Pendik Escort request, I thought to my self that I might as well give it a shot. Finishing our meal Jake paid up while Bill went to get our coats. This time I didn’t zip it up.

Stepping outside we were all surprised to see it was snowing heavily and there was a inch or more on the ground. Jake went to get the truck while we waited at the doorway. Feeling a little buzzed I held onto Bill’s arm to steady myself. When Jake pulled up ” Damn now my feet are gonna get all wet and cold,” I said shivering to emphasize my point. With that Bill swooped me up in his arms and carried me to the truck. He opened the door with one hand while still holding me sliding me onto the seat. Doing this made my skirt rode 3/4 up my thighs. I didn’t try to straighten out I just closed my coat. Bill got in an off we went.

Little ways down the road I let my hand drop on Bills thigh. Patting it I turn to Jake and said what a sweet man his father was for carrying me to the truck. He and Bill just laughed a little. I left my hand on his leg and soon my fingers were starting to massage him. That’s when I thought the fun was over because he placed his hand on mine and stopped me. But to my surprise he just did that so he could unzip his jacket. He then took my hand and placed it a little higher on his leg and used his hand on mine to start massaging him. He stopped but my fingers kept on going moving up ever so slowly up his body. Reaching the front of his pants I could feel that I was doing a good job. I could feel his hand slowly undo his belt and unzip his pants. That made it easy to slip my hand into his briefs to find I wasn’t going be disappointed by the big package inside.

Just then I felt Jake’s hand on my bare leg “told you Dad, my Hannah is one hot woman,” said Jake proudly.

“DAMN right she is didn’t think she would do it!” He laughed back.

“Now keep your eyes on the road don’t want to land in a ditch,” He commanded Jake.

I should of been mad for being set-up like but now I was horny as hell so I didn’t give a flying fuck. I turned my body to him so I could get both hands around his hard cock. As I stroked him he lowered the back of his seat and pulled me closer too him grabbing my head so we could kiss. Our lips connected and out came our tongues to explore each others mouth. His hand then slipped into my blouse to play with my hard nipples. His cock was so hard I thought he was gonna explode right there. I started to slow down but he told me to keep going. When he lowered his mouth to my breast I couldn’t help but let out a loud moan.

“Suck my cock Hannah!” he whispered in my ear seductively ” I want to feel your mouth around my cock” he ordered me and I wanted to obey is orders so badly.

Lowering my mouth I slowly stuck out my tongue to lick his swollen head. His cock was just as long as his son but a little thicker. Cupping his balls with my hands I opened my mouth and started sucking. That got an instant moan of pleasure. I could feel his hand working its way up my thighs so I spread them open so he could get to my pussy. His eyes opened wide when he got there to find it bare and bald. Running his finger over my clit made me quiver and go deeper down on his cock. Spreading my lips he inserted his finger deep inside.

“You like that baby don’t you,” he asked.

All I could do was shake my head yes. With that he pulled it out. Grabbing my hand from his balls and bringing it to my pussy.

“Make yourself cum for me Hannah” he said looking me right in the eye.

With that he placed both of his hands on my head and started guiding it farther down his cock.

“Cum for me Hannah!” he asked again.

My thumb rubbed over my clit as I inserted 2 fingers in my pussy. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I had my first orgasm as I quickly finger fucked myself. Bill was fucking my mouth faster and faster and his frantic pace made it obvious that he wasn’t going to last long either. That’s when I could feel it building up inside me, my finger fucking myself faster and faster until the pleasure of my orgasm arrived burying my mouth deep down his cock.

“Fuck baby I’m gonna cum take it all for me!!” he shouted.

With that he unloaded his seed down my throat. Holding my head down making me take it all, load after load of hot thick cum.

All was quite for a bit until Jake spoke up “Hannah you were fantastic,”

“Thanks,” I said as I gave his cock one more kiss before I zipped him up.

Straightening myself up I was surprised to see that we have missed the exit to my place.

“Where are we going?” I asked to which Jake said “Your gonna spend the night at our house,” accompanied Pendik Escort Bayan with one of his mischievous smiles.

“WHAT?” I said in shock but in reality I knew this was coming. Jake just simply laughed at my astonishment.

Within a couple of minutes we arrived at there house. Once again Bill carried me while Jake pulled the truck in the garage. Once inside Bill took our coats and shoes.

“DAMN! your pretty,” he exclaimed looking at my now exposed breasts.

“Thanks, your not bad either,” I said winking at him.

Jake came in and Bill excused himself. Jake took me over to the couch so we could sit. He turned on the TV so he could check the weather. Pulling me close he gave me a big kiss.

“Thanks for doing that for my father,” he said to me the gratitude was evident in his voice.

“My pleasure,” I said.

“Now, I think it’s time to take care of your boyfriend,” as he gently began to guide my head down his body.

“Take your pants off!” I said impatiently.

To which he stood up and exposed his hard cock for me. Pushing him back down I crawled between his legs so I could taste him. I could taste his precum as my tongue circled his head. He reached over my shoulders and pulled my shirt off so his fingers could pinch my hard nipples. “Damn boy! is that anyway to treat our house guest,” Bill said as he entered the room.

“We got a big bed upstairs and your making her suck you off on her knees on the floor,” he said sternly.

“Take her to the bed and get comfortable,” said Bill once again the authority he held over Jake was evident.

“Hannah you think I could join you two,” Bill asked completely surprising me for the second time in one night.

Took me all of two seconds before I grabbed there hands and let them lead me to the bed. Damn the bedroom was huge with the biggest bed I have ever seen. Big flat screen TV and a big mirror dresser. The door was open and I could see a full bath.

Removing the rest of our clothes we climbed on the bed. Jake laid down with his head resting on the headboard. I started to get between his legs when I felt Bills hands grab my hips and flip me over and drag me to the edge of the bed spreading my legs wide. I could see his head lowering down and soon felt his tongue circling my clit.

“Lick me!” I begged to which I could feel his fingers parting my lips and his tongue diving into my pussy. COME here Jake let me taste your cock. Jake moved to my side and started feeding me his cock. The feeling was incredible. Bill was fucking fantastic!! Alternating between his tongue and fingers in my pussy bringing me almost there then slowing down. When he knew I couldn’t take anymore he grabbed my hips and buried his tongue deep in my pussy. I screamed so loud Jake’s cock popped right out of my mouth. My body was still trembling when Bill turned me over and positioned me on my hands and knees. “I’m gonna fuck you now Hannah, do you want my cock baby,” growled Bill.

“YES!” I replied.

“While you suck my sons cock and I will pump my seeds deep in to your womb baby,” said Bill barely hiding his excitement.

I crawled between Jake’s legs and took his cock in my mouth. I could feel Bills cock parting my pussy lips and with one thrust he buried it deep inside me.

“FUCK your pussy is so tight!” he said.

With that he started fucking me with long slow strokes. I was taking Jake’s cock deeper in my mouth with every stroke of his father. His cock was picking up the pace and I could feel it growing bigger than it was. His hand reached around to play with my clit. Bill soon began increasing the speed of the strokes. His thick cock pistoning in and out of my pussy at rapid pace, I met each of thrust my thrusting my cunt back up against his thick pole. I don’t how long Bill was fucking me, it felt almost like an eternity when it probably wasn’t, but I knew it would be over soon as Bill’s thrusts became more frantic and animalistic.

“OH GOD! THAT FEELS SO GOOD!”, I screamed out as I came once again.

“I’m gonna cum baby!” declared Bill as I felt the first of many loads shooting into my belly. Just then Jake grabbed my head and unloaded in my mouth. We all just laid there for a few minutes before we started to move.

Bill got up and looked out the window “DAMN!” he said “Jake looks like you got some ploughing to do my boy,”

“Why me?” asked Jake.

“Cuz I’m the boss and its my birthday plus you were the designated driver tonight,” said Bill once again showing his power of Jake, just seeing him be so dominant got me excited all over again even after being fucked senseless. “Don’t worry Hannah and I will be fine,” he said mockingly to his son. Jake was Escort Pendik pissed but he did what his father wanted.

“Kids!”He laughed.

As we heard the truck drive away. Bill told me that the bathroom was mine if I wanted to shower and freshen up a bit. Giving him a kiss I said I would be back soon. The bath was gorgeous. The cabinet contained everything a women would need after a good fuck, clearly Bill had many house guests. I didn’t want him to be alone a long time so I took a quick shower and dried my hair. While I was brushing my hair I thought I heard the sound of porn from the bedroom.

“Hell! he can’t still be up for more can he?” I wondered to myself.

Leaving the bath with just a towel around my body I could see Bill watching TV slowly stroking his semi hard cock. I froze when I looked to see what he was watching. On the big screen was me being fucked by Bill. He quickly turned it off.

“SORRY, your just so hot I had to record it,” he said apologetically. I knew I should have been pissed but then again I fucking enjoyed and the recording looked like movie quality.

“Lets watch together then you can delete it,” I said jumping on the bed next to him. He said he’ll delete this one if he could make one of just us. He didn’t want to share me with his son, he wanted to own me. I had no objections as long as he kept the video for him self, I asked him to promise me that he wouldn’t show it to anyone else.

“PROMISE,” he said.

With that he showed me the three cameras he had set-up in the room.

“I can even do split screen with all three,” he replied.

He turned on the cameras and there we were on TV. There we were laying next to each-other. Bill slowly reached out with his hand and placed it on my bare pussy. Running his fingers over my lips running them over my slit. I could feel my body getting hot as I ran my hands over his chest working my way down. He turned to me so he could kiss and suck my nipples. I was surprised to see how hard his cock has gotten again.

“Mmmmm your lips are getting me so hot. Stick a finger in me,” I cooed seductively. With that he positioned me on all fours but this time he got on his back and pulled my body over his face. “But what am I gonna do?” I asked.

“Cum for the camera Hannah cum for it,” he told me with a wink.

With that he ran his tongue up and down my slit rolling his lips around my clit. He had his arms around my ass pulling me closer as I tried to pull away. Then I could feel his tongue leave my pussy and start licking my butt. Something Jake would never do. Sensing I enjoyed that he stuck it deep inside. That was it my body had the best orgasm I’ve ever had, my third orgasm of the night. Trying to get away he held me tighter.

That’s when I heard a vibrating sound and the feeling of it entering my pussy. It wasn’t big but it drove me over again. Begging him to stop I screamed “FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”. With that he pulled it out of my pussy but now he held it tight at my butt. His tongue lapping my clit as he inserted the toy in my ass. This time I broke free.

“Please fuck me Bill!” I begged, I was so damn fucking horny again.

Oh yes its time for a fucking, looks like sluts all horny and ready!” he said.

“Does my little slut want daddy to fill her womb again?” he said knowing full well that I wanted his cock.

“Yes daddy! Please fuck me! Fuck me daddy!” I pleaded once again. He got me get on all fours and slid his cock right in. He didn’t start slow this time but was hard and fast from the get go.

“Look at the camera Hannah show it how good it feels how your tight bald pussy takes my big hard cock. Fuucckkk immmm gonna cum!” he grunted.

“YESS DADDY! GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE ME YOUR CUM DADDY! Cum on my face, mark me as your bitch!” I screamed, I had never let Jake cum on my face but here I was desperately wanting his father to cum all over me to mark me as his. Bill stood up and began stroking cock faster and faster as I waited desperately for his cum.

“Oh fuck” he said as I felt a thick wad of cum land on my forehead. “That’s it Bill give me more, give more,” I egged him on. With that the floodgates opened as Bill unloaded thick ropes of cum all over my face, I was completely drenched in cum. I grabbed Bill’s cock and took in to my mouth wanted every damn drop of his cum. I don’t what happened but it was if I was possessed by some cum demon.

“How was that do you think that’s going to look good on camera,” I asked looking up at Bill wiping the cum of my eyelids.

“Hannah its going to look amazing, now we should probably clean up before Jake gets here,” he laughed as we made out way to the bathroom together.

“So do you wanna come and work for me then?”

“Yes I do daddy! Especially if I keep getting bonuses like tonight every now and then” I replied with a wink.

“Looks like I found a new employee,” said Bill smiling mischievously at me.

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Author’s Note: The events described in this story actually happened and are recorded here as told to me. Where detail is omitted or memory is limited, I have filled in with dialogue or imaginative description, sometimes exaggerated or fictional. Never the less, the story is based on real events. However, I have severely shortened the time frame of the events to facilitate the telling of the story. This condensation of the time frame of the events has the unfortunate consequence of portraying the protagonist as some sort of superhuman sexual partner although he is not opposed to the description. I can assure you that he is as normal as you and I and I hope the reader can dismiss this characterization and enjoy the story.

We’re all human. I think that’s a safe assumption since you’re reading this and, in my limited experience, I’ve never encountered a non-human that can read. As humans, and probably non-humans as well, we have something in common – we all make mistakes. I once knew a fellow who took umbrage at that observation. He claimed to have made only one mistake in his life. He thought he had made a mistake but, on further examination, he hadn’t. His mistake was that he thought he had made a mistake.

All that aside, when I was twenty-four and between wives for the first time, I made a horrendous mistake. A life changing mistake. A mistake that still stands as the biggest mistake of my life although it worked out okay at the time.

At the time, I was living in a one bedroom, second floor apartment above a couple about my own age. I had a full-time job without alimony or child support payments, and I volunteered with the township fire department as a rescue squad member. Back then, before EMT’s, we only had advanced first aid training. Not much by today’s standards but sufficient for the time. I was fairly well known in town at the time and had a number of acquaintances in the police and fire departments.

I was never reluctant to get it on with the ladies, an issue in my divorce. At the time, I was thick headed, arrogant and insensitive. I was unable to see the error of my activities let alone accept responsibility for them.

Within a month of my wife of less than a year moving out, I was fucking a big titted, Catholic girl in the backseat of my car or at her parent’s house when they weren’t home. Patti told me she was born to fuck and I was eager to contribute to her birthright. I wasn’t her only partner but I didn’t care. She once showed me a calendar that she explained was her insurance if she became pregnant. There were initials in most of the dated boxes. There were few open dates and my initials were the most frequent. Rubbers, that was what we called condoms at the time, were a constant companion for both of us.

We enjoyed each other’s company so much that we occasionally rented a room at a low rent motel at the edge of town. The motel was an inconvenient expense for me even when we split the cost. We needed a better venue.

Why not my apartment? Simple. I didn’t want to be seen publically leading women into my apartment as it might damage my reputation in my small town where everyone knew what everyone else was up to. Patti agreed. She didn’t want anyone to assume anything that might label her either.

That’s when three of my acquaintances caught up to me in the diner and offered me a deal. Alvin and Theodore were married, paid firemen. Simon was a policeman. He wasn’t married but he was engaged.

They all had regular mistresses. Hot chicks that satisfied their sense of adventure while allowing them to have conservative relationships with their wives and fiancé. What caused them to approach me was never explained but their pitch was a possible solution to my problem.

They had located an apartment, about fifteen miles west of town that they could use to satisfy their carnal, extramarital, activities. The problem was, they wanted at least one more participant to share the cost and they thought I might be interested. Their proposal interested me since, although unmarried, I wanted to preserve the sanctuary that was my apartment. They wanted me to chip in fifty dollars a month toward the rent.

Even back then, two hundred dollars a month didn’t seem enough to rent a decent apartment but, what the hell, all they wanted it for was to get laid. I signed up and gave them fifty dollars. Two days later, they gave me an address two towns away and a key. They also told me they were having a group gathering to christen the new apartment on Saturday at one pm and they invited me to bring my girlfriend and some beer.

I mentioned it to Patti. She wasn’t enthusiastic but I explained that it was cheaper than a motel once a week and more private. She agreed to come with me but she wasn’t going to fuck me in front of anyone else and she didn’t approve of me fucking anyone else in front of her. Even though I hadn’t seen the apartment, I told her it had a separate bedroom and that seemed to at least nudge her curiosity.

I picked up Patti Saturday morning. We stopped Ankara escort for beer and lunch and then headed for the apartment. The address Simon gave me was to an auto collision repair shop. Confused, it took us a few minutes to realize that the apartment was over the business, up a long stairway on the outside of the building to a door on the second floor.

We climbed the stairs and I used the key to open the door. The inside was dimly lit only from the light through the windows. Three couples greeted us. It appeared that they had been there for a while but the atmosphere was anything except a party. While Simon introduced everyone, Theodore and his girlfriend, Nona, Alvin and his girlfriend Sarah and his girlfriend Cindi.

I was looking around the room. I could feel Patti tensing up next to me. As insensitive as I was, I could understand her reaction. The one room apartment was a mess. There was no furniture unless you considered the numerous stained mattresses scattered around as furniture. The floor was littered with candy wrappers, fast food carry out bags, empty beer cans and liquor bottles. I think I even saw a couple of used rubbers among the trash. The whole thing even smelled bad, a condition that the half dozen air fresheners couldn’t disperse.

Patti gripped my hand tightly. I concluded that the tension I felt in the room was from the other three women who felt similarly to Patti. I realized in that moment that I’d made a mistake. Potentially a life changing mistake. A mistake that might associate Patti and me with men like the three men in the room with us. A mistake I needed to correct immediately. I determined that Patti and I weren’t staying.

Simon was looking at me, waiting for me to introduce Patti and me. Instead, I said, “Simon this isn’t what I expected. Patti and I won’t be staying.”

I tossed him the key and told him to keep the fifty dollars and the beer but not to expect another contribution. Patti and I left and started down the outside stairway. We were near the bottom when someone called from the top.

“Wait for us,” she said.

I turned around to see who was calling us. All three women were on the stairway behind us. Cindi was leading the way and I assumed it was her that had called out. Patti and I reached my car and waited for the others to catch up.

The five of us stood in an awkward group. I realized that I hadn’t introduced Patti and me upstairs. I started the conversation. “I’m David and this is Patti. I’m sorry but I didn’t get your names upstairs. I was too focused on the environment.”

Cindi smiled. “Forgiven. We weren’t particularly happy about the apartment but were afraid to say anything until you spoke up. This is Nona and Sarah and I’m Cindi.”

None of them looked much older than nineteen. I learned later that Cindi was twenty.

“Nice to meet you,” said Patti and shook each of their hands.

That meeting shook my conscious. For maybe the first time, I began to understand how my actions affected others. I owed Patti an apology. “Patti, I’m sorry I subjected you to that. You’re better than that even if I’m not.”

“Apology accepted,” she said. “At least you realized it before it got out of control and I never thought you were like those guys. What do we do now?”

“I think we need to talk about today,” offered Sarah. “I, at least, need to reconsider who I am and what I mean to those around me.”

“Good thinking,” agreed Cindi. “I’ve already decided that Simon is history. Even if he’s a cop.”

“I agree,” commented Nona. “Although I think I’ll just tell Ted to fuck off.”

Everybody laughed. “Can we go somewhere to talk?” asked Sarah.

Nobody had an immediate suggestion. Finally, Patti said, “Dave has his own apartment.”

“Nothing like we’ve just seen, I hope,” commented Cindi.

“I’ve never seen it,” said Patti. “But I know Dave and I recommend it sight unseen.”

“Great,” said Sarah. “Only two problems. Where is it and how do we get there?”

I was startled by the direction of the discussion. I had been arduously trying to keep my apartment separate from my less than socially acceptable activities and now, four attractive women were inviting themselves there. Something was happening between these women that hadn’t known each other until about ten minutes ago and they seemed to include me as a founding member of the group. Probably because I led the exodus from the unsanitary den their boyfriends had thought was suitable for them.

“What the hell,” I thought. “This is different from what I was trying to avoid happening in my apartment.”

I made another decision that wasn’t a mistake. I conceded that what was happening in the moment was more important than protecting my reputation. I’d already pissed off two firemen and a policeman. What else could be more damaging than that?

I started to give them driving directions when I realized that each of them had arrived with their former boyfriends and they didn’t have transportation.

“Hop in,” Ankara escort bayan I said. “I’ll drive.

Patti gave me a huge kiss. “Thank you,” she said and we all managed to squeeze into my AMC Hornet, Patti in the front and the other three crammed in the back seat.

Thirty-five exciting minutes later we arrived at my garden apartment complex and I led the bevy of women to my door. Before unlocking the door, I asked them to keep the noise down. “I have neighbors and I don’t want to disturb them any more than necessary.”

I opened the door and we all trooped up the stairs to the second floor. “This is really nice,” commented Nona.

Three of the women sat on the sofa, the only seating in the room. Patti was seated on one end with Cindi in the middle and Nona next to her. I dragged the two kitchen table chairs in front of them for Sarah and I and we sat down.

“Anything to drink?” asked Cindi.

“I have beer,” I suggested.

“That’ll do,” Cindi replied and the others nodded in agreement.

I got five of the seven cans of beer from the refrigerator and the can opener from a drawer and took them back to the living area. I opened one can with the opener, cutting a triangular opening in the top of the can. I added a smaller triangle on the opposite side to allow air to enter and handed the can to Patti. Patti handed the opened can to one of the women as I opened a second can. We repeated the routine until we each had an open can of Budweiser.

Cindi held up her beer. “To a better tomorrow,” she toasted.

“To a better today,” added Nona and we all drank.

Holding her can of beer in both of her hands in her lap, Nona commented, “I can’t believe that bastard Ted expected me to spread my legs for him in that awful place.”

From her comment, I concluded that I was a member of whatever group these women were forming.

“I think I know what Al really thinks about me now,” added Sarah.

“I agree,” said Cindi. “I have only one problem now.”

“Where to bury the body?” quipped Sarah.

“No. Something more immediate,” said Cindi.

“We’re listening,” said Sarah.

“When I got up this morning,” started Cindi. “I took a shower, put on my happy face, got dressed in my best bra and panties and expected to have a better than normal day.”

“Me too,” commented Nona. The others nodded in agreement.

“What I’m trying to say,” continued Cindi, “is, I expected to get laid, and I haven’t given up the possibility.”

“Me too,” repeated Nona. The others nodded again.

I was aware of the conversation, but minding my own business when I felt the stares of the four women looking at me.

I looked at each of them. “Whoa. Whoa, ladies. Why am I suddenly the center of this conversation?”

“Since you’re the only cock in the room,” suggested Patti.

“It’s four against one. That doesn’t sound survivable to me and, anyway, nobody asked me,” I argued defensively.

“Are you telling me you’re not interested?” asked Cindi.

“Maybe interested but not ready,” I said.

“You don’t have an erection just thinking about the possibilities?” asked Cindi.

“Truthfully,” I answered. “No.”

I looked at Patti. “Are you okay with this?” I asked.

“You were a hero today,” she said. “I think you deserve a reward.”

“What they’re proposing is more than a reward,” I contended.

“You’ve never objected to sharing me with other men,” reminded Patti. “Why should I object if you’re doing the same?”

“But you’ve never done it in front of me,” I tried again.

“I don’t see anything unusual happening in front of me,” Patti insisted.

I had nothing to say.

Cindi began to unbutton her blouse. “Do you think if I got undressed in front of you it would change anything?” she asked.

I declined to answer. We both knew the answer.

I watched as Cindi unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it from the waist of her skirt. She took off her blouse and handed it to Patti who laid it over the arm of the sofa. She was wearing a light blue bra with lace edges. Certainly one of the nicer bras I’d ever seen.

“You really are different,” stated Cindi.

“How so?” I asked.

“Simon would be standing in front of me by now,” she said. “With his cock out and trying to stuff it in my mouth.”

“I’m not Simon,” I responded.

“Thank God for that,” Cindi said. She leaned forward and unhooked her bra behind her back. When she leaned back, she handed her bra to Patti who added it to her blouse on the arm of the sofa.

Cindi’s breasts were more beautiful than her bra. They were larger than I originally surmised. Her areolas were small, light pink and supported nipples large enough to kindle my imagination. My physical reaction mirrored my imagination. I squirmed and adjusted myself.

“I knew I could get your attention,” exclaimed Cindi.

Patti reached out and palmed one of Cindi breasts. If Cindi was surprised by Patti, she didn’t show it. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath Escort Ankara and encouraged Patti to explore. Patti squeezed Cindi’s other breast. “David,” she said. “You have to feel these.”

I was having trouble understanding Patti. The woman who recently told me she didn’t want to watch me fucking another woman in front of her was encouraging me to play with another woman’s breasts that would probably lead to exactly what she didn’t want to see.

“Come on, Dave,” Patti insisted. “You have to try this. Nona, change seats with him.”

Nona got up and stood next to me. Reluctantly, I gave up my seat to her. Cindi patted the seat beside her that Nona had abandoned. I sat beside her on the sofa.

“You really are different,” commented Cindi.

“Truthfully,” I admitted. “I’m not that different than Simon. At least I wasn’t until today.”

“What happened today?” Cindi asked.

“That I could treat someone I cared about as callously as I did shook me to my roots. I wasn’t raised that way. I wasn’t that person. Call it a wake up call. Call it whatever you want. I just can’t think of Patti, or any of you, as just objects to be used when I needed it.”

“How about if I need it,” smiled Cindi. “Give me your hand.”

Cindi took my hand and pressed it against the breast that Patti wasn’t squeezing. Cindi closed her eyes again. I squeezed her breast. I ran my thumb over her nipple. Cindi took a deep breath and held it. “Nice, isn’t it?” asked Patti.

Cindi let out her breath. “Can I borrow your man?” she asked Patti.

“You’d be in good hands,” Patti told her.

Cindi put her hand over my hand on her breast. “I know that,” she said. “Is that a yes?”

“It is,” Patti confirmed.

I looked at Patti. She seemed calmer, more at ease than I’d ever seen her. “You’re really okay with this?” I asked her.

“I am,” she said.

Cindi looked at me and pointed to an archway in the wall. “Is that the way to the bedroom?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Come with me,” ordered Cindi as she stood up from the sofa. “I don’t know how long this will take,” she said to Patti.

“Take your time,” Patti said. “We’ll wait our turn.”

I wondered what Patti meant as Cindi led me toward the bedroom. Thirty seconds later I wasn’t wondering about anything except trying to breathe as Cindi planted a suck my breath, and tongue, kiss on me and grabbed me by my erection through my pants.

“How long does it take to get these off?” asked Patti.

Patti was naked in front of me and on her knees waiting before I could get my pants and briefs off. I staggered back when she sucked my erection into her mouth and I closed the door before leaning against it.

“Cindi,” I managed to say.

Cindi held my erection in her right hand, removed her mouth and responded, “Yes.”

“That’s incredible,” I said. “But can we move to the bed?”

Cindi looked over her shoulder at the bed as if she was deciding if it was too far away. “Good idea,” she agreed.

We moved to the bed. Cindi positioned me on my back, lay between my legs and resumed where she left off. She was very good. I could sense she was pushing all the right buttons that led to the inevitable eruption. I needed something to distract me.

“Turn around,” I suggested.

Cindi paused for a moment, seemed to find my suggestion reasonable, turned around, laying on top of me and straddling my face. Cindi’s pubic hair was thick, curly and dark. A dark crevice was between her swollen hairy labia. I used to fingers to separate her lips. The bright shinny pink of her inner labia was a sharp contrast with her almost black pubic hair.

I put my hands on her hips and slowly lowered her lips to my lips. I slid my tongue between her labia and tasted her for the first time. Her hips fluttered in my hands. She smelled like warm pastry and tasted salty with undertones of cinnamon and chocolate. I feasted on her and she responded with a shutter and a larger sample of her delicious fluids.

“Fuck, Dave,” she managed to say. “What are you doing to me?”

“Proving I’m a changed man,” I said.

“You’re interfering with what I’m trying to do,” she complained.

“Don’t waste it,” I suggested. “Turn around and suck me with this.” I ran my tongue along the entrance of her vagina.

Seconds later, she was astride me with one hand on my chest and the other aiming my erection to her waiting opening. Two seconds later, she was fully impaled on my erection and breathing heavily. I pushed up into her. She pushed down against me. We established a rhythm that pushed us both toward massive orgasms.

“Roll us over,” Cindi said.

We rolled over and I pumped into her between her legs. Each stroke evoked a grunt and a return stroke. I could feel my orgasm building but Cindi got there first. Her scream was sure to be noticed in the living room if not the neighborhood. My orgasm wasn’t far behind.

I paused and declared, “Cindi, we didn’t use a rubber.”

“I don’t care,” she said.

“But,…” I started to remind her again.

“I said I don’t care. I don’t care,” she repeated.

With her words echoing in my ears, I erupted inside her. I pumped three or four bursts and then several reflexive pulses inside her. I rolled off her and lay alongside her. I stroked her hair. “Are you okay?” I asked.

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As far as back as I can remember I never liked Valentine’s Day, I can’t remember not dreading it. From elementary school spending an inordinate amount of time writing out those stupid cards, I didn’t want to buy cards to support the day that I thought was stupid, yes even as a five-or-six-year-old, I was a curmudgeon with thoughts on capitalism, even if I didn’t know the word yet. Sharing the cards in school, I just wanted the day to end. A kid would rarely prefer learning math or spelling to getting to sit around sharing cards and getting candy, but I was one of them.However, if I was in a relationship and the holiday came around, I’d decide this wasn’t a battle worth fighting and would attempt to equal my partner’s enthusiasm for the day, but always dreaded it.Then I started dating Ray, short for Rachel but don’t call her that, who shared my antipathy for the holiday. We spent the first Valentine’s Day we were dating trying to find a video game that we were of roughly equal skill at. She kicked my ass in one; I kicked hers in another; we were of roughly equal skill in some of the anime-esque fighters but shared a mutual distaste for them. Eventually, we found that we could be competitive in one or two of the other.  As such, we played one of those until our thumbs started hurting, switched to a movie or television program to recharge, then back to trying to kill one another in video games.We didn’t even realize it was Valentine’s Day at first; it was just something we wanted to do.Damn good times if you ask me.Fast forward about six weeks to April, and we’re approaching my favorite holiday: Black Day[1] and feelings of worry come over me.If you haven’t heard of Black Day, I’m not surprised. To my probably wrong understanding, it’s only celebrated in South Korea, but it combines three of my favorite things. See according to my, again probably wrong, understanding of East-Asian celebrations of the day, on Valentine’s Day, the chick gives the dude chocolate, then on White Day, March 14th, the dude gives the chick who gave him chocolate a gift or something. Then, a month later on April 14th, if you didn’t receive gifts on either of the previous two days, you eat soup and complain.For many years, this combined three of my favorite things about being alive, being single, complaining, and soup, so of course it was my favorite holiday, and while I would enjoy being single, complaining, and eating soup many days of the year, as I liked soup, April 14th always felt special; and by always, I mean starting in like 2011 when I first read about the holiday.Of course, April 14th felt special as well. For those in the USA, we will remember April 15th as the day your taxes are due.  So April 14th is sometimes ‘Oh Fuck’ Day. Just as special if you ask me. Of course, I always finish my taxes early.Look, if you’ve read almost anything else I’ve posted on this site, you can probably surmise I’m a bit of a weirdo. If this is the first thing you’ve read of mine, go read the other stuff, it’s pretty good, at least I think it is. I’d put links or something here but I can’t figure Bostancı Escort out how, and I think you should finish this story first.So it’s early April, Ray and I are relaxing in her kitchen with some tea, a little too late in the day for coffee, and Ray plays a small April Fool’s day prank on me, she had sabotaged the tea such that the leaves were loose from the bag, at this time unaware that I normally drank loose leaf, only made the tea in bags (re-usable canvas ones naturally) for her benefit.“April Fools!” she practically shouted intermixed with laughter as I spat out some of the leaves.I laughed for a moment, but then shouted “Fuck[0]!” startling Ray.“What? What the fuck? It’s just tea leaves, you’ll be fine,” She sounded a bit upset.“No, it’s not that, it’s just. It’s April, and things are going decently,” an understatement said with a facetious inflection, “which means I can’t celebrate my favorite holiday, maybe second favorite if you count FCBD.”“What’s the holiday, and why can’t you celebrate it?”I then explained Black Day, emphasizing that I was probably bastardizing the holiday. I got accused of cultural appropriation, which we both laughed off.After a long pause before Ray said “We need to break up,” she spoke quickly, almost saying the phrase as one word. I probably looked shocked, “That holiday sounds awesome, and if we’re together we can’t celebrate it. Look we can try to reconcile afterward, but complaining, and soup? You’re a good guy and I like you Leon, but as much as I like complaining and soup? That’s a tough call. Now you’re telling me there’s a holiday that involves it. Come the fuck on, you should have seen this coming.”Truth be told, I did see it coming. Truth be told, if I had planned it, the conversation would have gone exactly like this. I didn’t plan it, but the fact that things were going as they were made me almost wish I had. See, dating someone who didn’t think this was a good idea would mean we didn’t share the sort of absurd way of thinking I had. That would likely mean we weren’t compatible.“I see,” I said, holding back a grin, “Well, to my understanding, there’s a side tradition of it where people go on blind or speed dates, y’know try to capitalize on that,” I trailed off hoping Ray would pick up where I was thinking.Ray pulled out her phone, “Hold on a second, I want to verify that first,” she did a quick search for the holiday and saw that yes, speed dating or singles nights were part of it. “Okay, so we break up now and go on a blind date on the day? Is that what you’re thinking?”I nodded, “Yes, but I think we should pretend to be strangers. We should also take this break-up seriously. If we decide to reconcile, it should be based on our pseudo-blind date. No communication.”Ray pursed her lips for half a second before saying, “I agree. Now pack your shit and get the fuck out of my apartment, I never want to see you again!” failing to restrain laughter at each word.I then proceeded to fake crying, clutching my chest, “I can’t believe you would say that, I thought we were going Bostancı Escort Bayan to be together forever.”“Well you were wrong, now quit crying you wimp, and mail me my shit from your place; I don’t want to go over there and see you,” we were both laughing now.I packed up everything I could fit in my backpack and briefcase and trudged out to my car, pretending to be sad the entire time. She followed me around, her arms crossed over her chest trying to look angry but utterly failing as I cleaned up.I reached for a pair of her clean underwear and asked, “Can I at least take something to remember you by?”“No,” she said sternly, “I don’t want your creepiness near any of my stuff. Get away from those you perv.”The next two weeks passed without incident. We neither called, texted nor spoke to one another. This proved surprisingly easy, even without telling anyone else about our fake-up. We weren’t a couple that spoke or texted every day, to begin with, and we both had plenty of things to occupy our time.April 14th came around I dressed to the nines, by which I mean I wore a clean t-shirt and jeans, and drove to the Ramen joint we had agreed upon at the agreed upon time. I saw that Ray had already gotten to a table and was looking at her watch angrily.I walked over and said, “Hi, Rachel?” I extended my hand for a shake.She frowned; I knew she hated being called Rachel, always Ray, but as this was a first date, I felt I needed to use her full name, “Leon? You’re late. and I go by Ray, not Rachel.”I checked my watch, “I thought we agreed on 6:30?”“We said 6:25,” she said defiantly, lying through her teeth.“Sorry, I thought 6:30, anyway how’s it going?” I asked sitting down.She sighed, “Alright I guess. I just got out of a sort of long relationship, it’s taken me a few weeks to get back into things but y’know how it is.”This was almost word for word what she said when we first met, except that time it was for coffee, not soup. I was five minutes late that time, but it was because of traffic, and I got lost on the way there.I shrugged, “Not really, most of my relationships don’t last particularly long, and I tend to bounce back pretty quickly.”This was almost word-for-word how I replied when we first met. Not a great first impression, I know.“Really? Why don’t things last well with you?”I shrugged again, “Just a general sort of incompatibility I guess. It rarely takes too long to figure out I’m not a match for whomever I meet up with on those sites. Then no hard feelings,” do I need to say it?“So does that mean I should start planning an escape?” She asked sarcastically.“You don’t need to fake an escape, I take no offense if half an hour from now you say ‘fuck off and die’ walk out and leave me with the bill. We’re still strangers who met on the internet, and I’m not one to care what strangers on the internet think of me.”“Wow, you’re just Teflon aren’t you?” she sighed, “I think we’re getting off on the wrong foot. Let’s start with you apologizing for being late.”“Sorry, I got the times mixed up I guess. I could have sworn Escort Bostancı we said 6:30.”“Look, it’s fine, five minutes it happens. I was getting worried you were bailing. I’m also just kind of in a shitty mood, and it’s not fair to take it out on you.” She shook her head.We continued to exchange pleasantries as though we were meeting for the first time before the real fun started, when we began complaining about our exes, as in, each other.“So, the guy I was dating that I just broke up with? So annoying! If we played a game or something, he would never go easy on me. I mean if you’re a hardcore gamer you should go easy on the person you’re facing off with, and maybe even let them win,” she complained.Except she regularly beat me in most titles I hadn’t become psychotically good at.I shook my head sighing, “I know the feeling. My ex never let me pick the music whenever we were together. It sometimes drove me up the damn walls.”Except, my taste in music was painfully limited, electric guitar-driven indie rock, while Ray had a much larger breadth of knowledge and wanted to introduce me to new stuff, which was by my request.“Also, my ex, rarely cooked, and even when he did, it was the same three things; I got kind of sick of it.”Except, I was really good at making those three things, but terrible at almost everything else that required more than one bowl/pot; no matter how hard I tried (and still try) I’m bad at cooking. Also, Ray loved cooking and was typically happy that I could help out with basic tasks.“Plus his taste in décor was terrible. All these posters, it was ridiculous,” she continued to complain between mouthfuls of soup.Except, my posters are awesome; I will hear no argument to the contrary, and most are autographed by the artist to me.“I can’t really imagine both of those,” I confessed.We ordered our soups, splitting the check since it was a blind first date, and continued our complaints about each other in the silly manner above. Though the conversation changed once our meals arrived to the semi-normal borderline nonsensical conversations Ray and I would have as normal. These included things like who would win in a Battle Royale between Bonds (I said Dalton, her Craig,) how many bee stings it would take to kill an adolescent elephant (a lot), and if a Dragon could beat Cthulhu.I’ll spare you those conversations.“I had a lot of fun tonight and I’d like to see you again. I’m kind of busy next week, how do you want to handle it?” I asked.Ray pursed her lips, “Me too, but I’m thinking a bit sooner.”I cocked my head, “How much sooner?”Ray smiled wickedly, “I was thinking about thirty-five minutes at my place. I’ll text you the address.” She jabbed a finger into my chest, “Don’t be late.”If I were into BDSM, I’d probably be deliberately late, but I’m not, I share that because the thought occurred to me on my way to my car from the restaurant. I could probably have gotten to her place in around fifteen-twenty minutes, but in keeping with the blind date/first meeting role-play, I opted to swing by a pharmacy for contraceptives, we had stopped using them a while ago.Despite the diversion to the pharmacy, I still managed to make the trip in less than thirty minutes. I parked, still having the guest pass for her building, and rang the doorbell. I was buzzed in almost immediately and began to start towards her apartment, and knocked on the door.

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