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Steven Miller’s Financial Demise Ch. 01

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Reparations

For most white people, their knee-jerk, conditioned response at the mere mention of the word reparations is to scream, “My family never owned any slaves. I’m not paying any reparations! You Blacks need to just get over it, slavery was in the past, let it go for Christ’s sake.” For Steven Miller, Steven to most, his perceptions were completely opposite. Steven had a deep-seated, compelling desire to pay for the sins of his hypothetical father; he longed to be the nasty pet of a sadistic Ebony Goddess who would subject him to her erotic demands. Given that Iceland didn’t have a stake in the Trans Atlantic Slave trade and his ancestors more than likely had no direct connection to the enslavement of any Africans, Steven’s “white guilt” was more reminiscent of a global and pervasive trend by Caucasian men to sexually submit to people whose origins are from the motherland.

Around the globe, in what seems to be staggering numbers that cannot be dismissed as coincidental or inconsequential, white men feel a compulsion, a driving need to become “enslaved” to black people. Of course, the word enslaved is not accurate. It’s almost comical how white people have grafted the meaning of the word slavery to be equated to their kinky fetishes but it’s nothing more than another example of their arrogance and ability to manipulate people and situations in order to validate their perceptions. True slavery, what my ancestors endured was not a sexual fetish or voluntary, it was dehumanizing and incomprehensible.

For Steven, his desires revolved around financial servitude and humiliation. For him, the two concepts were intimately and erotically tied. For him, to pay a woman to degrade and shame him was what gave him a thrill, what aroused him. He loved to be taunted, tormented, teased, and tortured and he loved to pay for it. It’s an interesting dynamic because money does equal gungoren escort power in Western society and the fact that he had it and women wanted it meant that he had control over them. Yes, he was giving them money but he was ultimately pulling the strings. Every time he paid a woman to make him do some stupid or embarrassing task, every time he became a woman’s benefactor and paid her bills, she became dependent upon him.

Steven loved that. He loved the fact that women needed him for not only amusement but also in a vicious cycle of dependence. When these women were in financial trouble, rather than learning to budget and survive on their own, rather than using their brains and their inherent talents to make money, he would write a check and instantly, he assumed the role of the benefactor and they would have to fulfill his fantasies of degradation and give him all the attention he craved and wanted. Steven capitalized on the women who saw themselves as objects. He preyed on women who felt their value was in being desired by men, that their beauty was a bargaining chip with a dollar value. He pursued women who were shallow and superficial and who only saw dollar signs when they looked at his pathetic, laughably small cock.

Steven made a huge mistake when he approached me about giving me a tribute. Little did he know that it was to be the biggest mistake of his life, one that would leave him bankrupt, financially impoverished and destitute. When he first approached me some years ago, I told him that I had no interest in receiving a tribute, that I was not for sale. He followed my work and approached me again recently, asking to give me a tribute. As before, my response was the same as it is every time a stranger asks to give me an unsolicited gift or money. That wasn’t sufficient for him however. He sat at home, fantasizing about being my submissive, about istanbul escorts me making him do unspeakable, perverted things. He was drawn to my unapologetic commentary on race and racism, my keen insight into the minds of submissive white men, my intensity, and, of course, my beautiful brown skin and strong African features.

Not one to take rejection well, Steven began his efforts to lure me with promises of money. Rather than attempting to get to know me, forgoing any efforts to impress me or appeal to my intellect and sensibilities to become my submissive, he dangled threats and promises of money, telling me of how he could make my life comfortable, spoil and pamper me with nothing expected of me in return. Never in his life had he ever encountered a woman like me. It was unfathomable to him that I didn’t want or need his money. It was clear to me, behind his desires of being forced to pay, that he believed that all women were objects to be purchased, that every woman had a tipping point, a certain dollar amount that would entice them to conform to his twisted fantasies.

The fact that his fantasies were to be mistreated and abused were irrelevant; it was money that was the carrot that he dangled in front of women’s faces and there was no way in hell I was going to let him manipulate or control me in that way. What Steven didn’t get, what he couldn’t comprehend is that I am inherently superior. I’m far superior to those women who sell their souls for money or to have a bill paid. I have integrity; I cannot be purchased like an item on the shelf and certainly not like a hooker on the street corner. I am a divinely gifted, magnificent, African queen, worthy of praise, honor, and worship befitting only of a Goddess who walks the earth, who is proud of her African heritage, and who enjoys and takes pleasure in reducing white men to sniveling, groveling, sissy bayrampasa escort faggot, debased pigs.

I planned on manipulating Steven, controlling him to the point where he was so entirely devoted to me, where I became his religion, that not only would he give me every penny he could, but that he would deny himself the necessities of life in order to lavish me with gifts and money. I intended to make him relinquish all his other money whores and get him to a point where he not only lived for me, that he would work for me, giving me his entire paycheck with the hopes that I would give him enough to allow him to survive. I wanted him to endure psychological pain for my amusement, to drain his wallet to not only finance my company but to donate to the causes and charities that would benefit people of African descent around the globe.

Steven was to become the major backer that would invest in the production of my book that would heal Black relationships and divest white people of their fallacy of white supremacy. He would be the money source that would rebuild my website and make it even bigger and better than it was before. I calculated that if freed slaves were to have gotten the 40 acres and a mule that we were promised at the end of slavery, that it would equate to about $250,000 dollars in today’s economy. That would be just the tip of the iceberg that I intended to make Steven pay, just a drop in the bucket. I wanted him to pay for my great grandmother who had to hold her tongue while she was brutally gang raped by disgusting white men who robbed her of her innocence. He would pay for the way Blacks hung from trees like strange fruit, lynched for the entertainment of whites who regarded Blacks as 3/5th of a human being, deserving of inhumane enslavement.

It was my full intention to make Mr. Miller pay for the unearned privilege and position he got just by virtue of being white and male and to reduce him to his true place, beneath my sacred foot, serving not as my slave but as my pet and my possession, driven to please me and to crave my acknowledgment and praise as a good sub and to pay for it, to pay dearly . . . with his life.

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The Seduction of Gina Ch. 02

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Gina was lying on her back in my large soft bed, her breathing urgent and deep, moaning low in exquisite pleasure, her head moving left and right, right and left, her fingers running desperately through my hair, as I buried my face and tongue in the newly soft, smooth, fragrant slit between her legs.

When we woke together in my bedroom and my bed the morning after our first night of luscious lesbian love, we snuggled together for a long time before we finally got up and went into my large walk-in shower stall, luxuriating under the gentle streams of warm water, rubbing each other’s backs, and fronts, with lots of fragrant, sudsy body wash and a wonderful new herbal shampoo and conditioner combo I’d recently found on one of my shopping jags in the mall.

We also found the time for some slow, sensuous embraces and kisses, our breasts and lips pressing together under the warm running shower.

The little vixen had her hand cradling my pussy, her fingers probing inside of me until I was too overwhelmed with arousal to stand any more. I had to sit down on the built in shower seat. Gina followed me down and brought me to a spectacular orgasm.

As I leaned back against the warm tiles in blissful release, she continued to kiss and fondle my sex. “Ummm, Jools, you are so nice and smooth. You promised that you’d show me how to trim my own pussy like yours….” she reminded me.

“I will, honey, ooooh… I will, in just a moment… ummmm….” I replied. The only sound in my bath was the warm running water and acıbadem escort the sounds of flesh on flesh as she continued to kiss and suck upon my sex.

Finally, I brought her face up to mine and kissed her deeply. “Thanks, love, that was incredible,” I thanked her. “Now I’m going to reward you. You are really going to love this.”

I gathered all the tools I’d need to make her as smooth down there as I was. I assembled and cleansed them thoroughly, directed my hot little lover to sit down on the built in shower seat in my place, and got to work freeing and smoothing the silken skin and sensitive folds of her sex from her natural, silken curls.

I definitely took my sweet time doing it because I enjoyed being allowed to see and touch and fondle the most private and luscious parts of her body, and because I wanted to give her pleasure, too.

By the time I was finishing up the job and rubbing in a generous dollop of a gentle flavored warming lubricant all over her pussy, Gina was so wild with arousal from the extended steamy session that she was nearly hysterical. I’d kept the shower water running slowly in the background to keep the stall nice and cozy warm. Her pussy lips were wildly swollen into a dark crimson. She was getting me excited all over again.

“Ohhh, Jools, please touch me there…. I need you to…. oh, god….”

“I can do better than that, baby. Come on, let’s get back into bed for awhile,” I replied, taking her hand to lift her up and throwing a large soft fluffy atalar escort bath towel around her and drying her off while she stood there in the middle of my bath.

I dried off my own body and led her back to bed, lying her on her back on the mattress and propping her cute little ass up on a pillow to give my face and hands easy access to her honeypot.

Then I began to minister to her needs and desires in the best way I knew. I began slowly, tracing my fingers about her mound and pussy lips, followed by a maddeningly exciting trail of kisses up and down the contours of her sex.

“Oooohhh, Jools, that feels…. soooo heavenly… ooo, god!!! Oooooo!”

Soon I was rhythmically kissing, licking, and sucking all of her sex and the most sensitive parts of her into ecstasy once again. She thrust her head back on the pillow behind her, began a series of deep, fast, frenzied breaths and gasps, became all flushed red in her face and throat and breasts, and then came and came, for what seemed like several minutes, loudly. I kept upon her, drinking in her juices, licking her sex softly as she flew high in her pleasure, and until she came down, gently, gradually, in my embrace.

My little girlfriend was panting through a frenzied series of orgasms, “Hah… hah… ahhhhhh… ahhhh!” breathing through her mouth. Then she became very quiet and still before she pulled my face up to hers and we pressed our lips together and her tongue found its way into my mouth and I held her as she likes to be held aydınlı escort for a long time.

“Mmmm, Jools, thank you for making me feel so good, god, you are such a wonderful girlfriend…”

I opened my eyes as we laid there and I saw that her nipples were still quite aroused. I thought they must be very sensitive so I was gentle while my fingertips traced around them and my tongue found them. I sucked them into my mouth one after another. “Does that feel good, honey?” I asked.

“It feels wonderful, Jools, everything you do feels wonderful…”

“How do you feel, baby?” I asked again.

“I feel as great and as exhilarated as I’ve ever felt in my life,” she replied, her hands caressing me up and down my back. “I couldn’t ever imagine how heavenly it is, making love with another woman…”

“There’s still a lot more for you to experience, Gina… It only gets better from here…” I teased her.

“I don’t think I could stand any more pleasure, I just might melt away, Jools,” she giggled.

“Well, we’ll go slow with you, show some mercy, but don’t expect too much. You get me so excited, girl, that I can’t control myself…” I continued to tease her.

“Ummm… you’re so bad, Jools. So, so bad… you are such a bad, bad, girl…”

“Yes, I am. I am bad. The baddest. And proud of it.”

She looked at me warily and then we both laughed.

“C’mon, time for some breakfast. Woman can’t live on love alone,” I teased her.

And with that we dressed and headed for my kitchen and our first time together, our all night and early morning lovemaking session, officially came to a conclusion. But there would be plenty more for us to experience together in the incredible world of lesbian lovemaking, with Gina as my precocious star student.

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Black History Pt. 01

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I didn’t start out being fixated on, or even especially attracted to, black men. Events, and my experiences with both black and white men, combined to steer me into my personal black history. I think knowing a little of my background will help you understand my story.

As my story begins I’m a 33 year old product of a small southern town. It’s an old neighborhood of small houses. I’m pale, about 5’9″, with long legs and large breasts, I’m well read, intelligent, and a very good Mom. My ancestors not so long ago owned slaves but I never learned prejudice. I had minimal opportunity to interact with black people so I didn’t know much about them. The exceptions being casual conversations with families I would see at the park, shopping, etc.

I admit that I am a submissive woman. My family upbringing was in a loving environment where the males were overtly dominant and the females served them gladly. As I went through puberty I enjoyed reading novels in which strong men dominated women sexually and I found myself excited by imagining myself in the roles of the women in those novels.

I married young to the first guy I had any kind of real sexual relationship with and it turned out badly. The best thing that came from it were two wonderful children. Otherwise my husband turned out to be mean, small-minded, insecure, constantly belittling me, and totally out of touch with what I had to offer. If he had treated me well I would have served him as well as a wife can, despite his inclination to spend his earnings on what he felt would make him look much more successful than he was, and his smaller than average dick.

Eventually I had enough and divorced him. While my life instantly became less stressful on a personal level it did put me and the kids in a real financial bind. My ex then fell sick and died, which cut what little help he had given us. We would not have survived had it not been for some support from my parents who live in a town about 30 miles away. The kids were not in school yet so my parents would usually take them for 4 or 5 days a week so I could work from home enough to make at least a little money.

I had no social life other than visits with my parents and the occasional chat with neighbors. I am an only child so no brothers or sisters either. Here is the beginning of my black history.

Tuesday morning is like any other morning since he left. I wake up and start thinking about those damn bills that Roger left us with. With no car and no job, I turn to my only resource – the computer. Ebay is probably a joke to many people, but hey, it’s paying a few of the bills and I hope the business will grow.

I barefoot it over to the front door and unlock it. You can’t be too safe, not even in this hick town. I need to bring in some ebay packages that are ready to ship just as soon as the addresses are put on them. Most mornings, I go outside in my long tee, no panties. I don’t know if I’m daring, kinky, or just unaware, but today I have on my short black dress. It’s cotton and comfortable, and besides, I like the way it shows off my legs.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a car slowing down. I usually check out strange cars in the neighborhood, but right now I really need to finish my work. I carry the few boxes back to the kitchen table and set about my task at hand when I hear an unfamiliar voice.

“Mrs. Dimon, that you?”

I quickly walk back into the living room and I’m a bit surprised to see a large dark face peering in.

“Yes, may I help you?” He doesn’t answer at first but then he flashes his ID at me.

“Fred Lewis, Columbia Gas,” he says. I feel my body tense up at these words. I can tell this is not one of the guys that read the meters every month. This is a man of authority – and I get the feeling my ass is in trouble.

“I’m here to talk to you about you being in arrears on your gas bills. I’m going to have your service turned off if we can’t come to a satisfactory agreement. Now, may I come in?

“Yes, of course,” I stammer. What else can I say? I want to shut the door on this huge presence, then run and hide somewhere. But that won’t make bad things go away. “Please have a seat,” I say gesturing toward the sofa. “Can I get you some iced tea?” Why did I ask that? He’s here to make my life miserable, and I’m offering iced tea. Well, I do have a fresh pitcher on the counter and I was raised to be hospitable.

“Iced tea would do fine, Mrs. Dimon. As long as you’re getting the tea it might be better if we sat at the kitchen table. Do you agree?”

“Oh, uh, that would be fine, Mr.?”

“Lewis.”

“Oh, yes. I’m sorry.”

I move around the kitchen Maltepe Escort like I’m out of my territory. It takes me a moment to find Mr. Lewis a glass. I don’t know if the threat of disconnection is having an affect on me or if it’s this intimidating man. I mean, yeah, he’s been polite but there’s something about him that makes my skin tingle.

I hand him the glass and become aware of his eyes moving up and down my body. A thought flickers through my mind. No, not a thought, really, but a brief image of this black bear of a man handling me… roughly.

“Would you care to explain why you have neglected to make your payments?” He asks sternly. “You do recall signing a contract that stipulated your agreement to pay on time or risk having your service terminated, don’t you? We’ve been lenient up to now, but this is not a one-time problem. You have a history of late payment and shut offs. I’m strongly inclined to recommend a permanent shut off at this point.” My hand shakes as I place the tea on the table in front of him. “Thank you, Mrs. Dimon,” he smiles briefly.

“Mr. Lewis, you can’t imagine how bad I feel about being behind on my bills. It’s not just gas, it’s everything.” I can feel the tears starting. I always cry when I’m upset and there’s no way to stop them.

“Now, now, Ms. Dimon, why don’t you sit down and explain your difficulties to me. Bring some iced tea for yourself.” It helps for him to be kinder, though I can still hear the authority in his voice, but for some odd reason that in control tone seems to make me feel… safer.

It doesn’t take long for me to tell him my story. I tell him how rotten Roger has been. The worse part is I don’t have to stretch the truth. I tell this man about the money problems that have plagued us and how he ran off with another woman. But I don’t tell him everything. I don’t tell him how awful it was to be touched by my ex. If he only knew how many nights I had to suffer at that man’s hands. And now I share a bed with dreams of a big, confident man – one who knows how to use a woman’s body to drain every drop of pleasure from her until she’s deliriously limp in his strong arms. I feel breathless just thinking about it.

“I’d like to look your home over thoroughly, inside and out,” he says standing and towering over me.

Ohhh…kay, but why?”

“It will be at my discretion whether or not we terminate your service. I want to get a feel for the family, namely you and the children. Often I get a sense of someone’s character by observing her home. Of course if you don’t want me to…”

“No, no, go ahead. I’m sorry. I was only wondering.” I feel very meek around this Mr. Lewis. I suddenly have no trouble imagining that I would submit to any suggestion or command he presented to me. Talk about mixed emotions!

I shyly follow Mr. Lewis around my little house, hoping he won’t notice the crayon marks on the walls. He seems to be deep in thought as he stands in the middle of the bathroom. Actually, he’s about as big as my bathroom. Then he makes his way back to my bedroom. I don’t follow him in. I just watch from the doorway as he stands at my window – only inches from the foot of my bed. It’s unnerving to have this man in my bedroom, so close to a place where I touch myself at night.

He turns and stares straight at me. I instinctively lower my eyes. Then he quickly approaches me. He invades my space only the way a very dominant male would. I continue looking downward, but this time I see the tops of his shoes, as well as my own.

“Look at me Mrs. Dimon!” His tone startles me and I immediately look up, slightly relieved to see a faint smile. “I’m guessing you have two little girls. Am I right?”

“Yes,” I answer cautiously.

“If I decide that a turnoff is required just how are you going to provide for yourself and those babies? Oh, and you should know that we have a cooperative agreement with the water and power people. When they learn your gas is shut off I’m afraid they will be inclined to also terminate their services.” These words are too harsh for me, and I feel the tears starting to come. What am I going to do?

“The thought of being a parent who can’t provide for your little children’s basic needs cannot be pleasant, Mrs. Dimon. I’m very sorry but you leave me little choice. We can’t be expected to give our product away. We are not a charity after all.”

This is it. This one man is here to deliver the message that my children and I will go without in a major way. And I’m so foolish that I actually entertained thoughts about this man that weren’t – exactly wholesome. It’s then I begin to sob in earnest. I feel Kartal Escort like smacking myself to stop the uncontrollable weeping, but it’s impossible to hold back the months of stress. It’s almost a relief to be told such news. The inevitable is here. No more waiting in fear.

Then Mr. Lewis places a big hand on my shoulder and draws me to him. That one act of compassion, at least I take it for compassion, leaves me clinging desperately to him.

“There, there, Mrs. Dimon. Why don’t you tell me your first name. Maybe there’s a way we can work something out.”

“Sniff…sniff… it’s Donna, Mr. Lewis. Do you really think there’s a way to keep our gas from being shut off.” At this point, any glimmer of hope is like a life preserver being tossed to me.

“Well, it is my decision. The problem is that if an auditor were to look at your file and see that I made a decision to leave your services on…and I couldn’t justify it on any business means, my job would be in jeopardy. I can’t afford to be without no job…Donna. I might take a chance if there was something in it for me.”

I’m not quite sure what he means until he lifts my face up and gazes down at me with strength and desire.

“What do you mean, Mr. Lewis?” I have to ask. I have to be sure that my suspicions are right.

“Why you are an attractive woman, Donna Dimon…and a man like me has needs…powerful needs. Don’t let my white hair fool you”

“Oh..no..I’m not that kind…!” I blurt out. Even though I thought about him touching me. I’m suddenly mortified!. I just can’t. I’ve never been that kind of woman for real – only fantasies after the kids are sleeping. Only fantasies…

“Are you sure? You better think hard about what’s going to happen. Speaking of hard, Mrs. Dimon…” He takes hold of one of my hands and places it on the bulge at his crotch. I gasp and begin to tremble as I try to pull away but his grip is too strong.

A command, “It’s time to get on your knees!” Oh my, God! Is this man going to rape me? I’m a helpless mother alone in her home and there’s no way to fight this big brute. He can have his way with me. He can do anything he wants with me, and have me do – anything! I look up, begging with my eyes, but this man is beyond showing mercy. He’s hard and lustful.

“Go on, get down there and take a look at what MISTER Lewis has for you. Be quick about it!”

I squeeze his cock as his hand lets loose of mine, and then I drop to my knees. I’m not sure why, though. Am I afraid? A little, but there’s more to it. I want to go further. I need to go further.

“Unzip me and take it out,” he says gruffly as I’m tracing the cock outline with my fingertip. “I’m sure you’ve sucked cock before, girl. Is that right Donna?

“Yessir, I’ve sucked cock”.

Mr. Lewis chuckles, “Let’s see if you can handle a man-sized dick.”

I stare up at him for a moment breathing heavily, briefly recalling my intimate moments with Roger. Yeah, I know how to suck cock, but Robert’s dick was like having training wheels. I’m not sure if I’m ready for a mountain bike! I brush those thoughts aside and hurry to unzip his pants. My fingers are all thumbs as I awkwardly fumble inside his shorts, trying to grab his thick meat and haul it out of there.

“Just unbuckle my damn belt and pull my pants and shorts down. Don’t fuss, just hurry up and do it!” I know now why I’m on my knees and about to wrap my lips around a heavy thick cock. I’m intimidated and aroused by this man’s attitude – and I want the big black cock that’s now looming before me. I glance up at Mr. Lewis several times. He looks so serious, but I see the lust that can’t be hidden.

“Lick the head. Get a move on, woman! I don’t have all day to stand around letting you suck my cock.” I don’t really need those stern words of encouragement to perform the task at hand but his dominance excites me to no end! I’m hesitant for only a second. After all, I’ve never sucked a cock this size – or a black one. And I’ve never knelt and sucked for a stranger! But I like this. I like the feeling of this man’s cock on my tongue as I lick the head and shaft. I start to close my eyes but I can’t stop focusing on the hard, black cock that I’m being forced to pleasure.

“OK, open them lips and suck my cock. Do a damn good job, too!” He stands there with a big smile on his face and his large hands on his hips as I move my lips and tongue obediently up and down his shaft. I feel tingling in my pussy as I do this, but when he grabs my hair and starts to jerk my head up and down so that I’m blowing him faster, well, I suddenly feel consumed with lust!

“That’s Kurtköy Escort good, baby! You are one natural-born cocksucker. Lick my balls for a minute, then get them clothes off and get on the bed. I want you spread for me damn quick, whore!” I should be protesting. No man has ever spoken to me this way! And… and… he actually wants me naked and vulnerable in front of him?

“This man is going to fuck me.” With this one thought, I feverishly lick his heavy black balls, then I jump up and quickly strip and lay on my bed, legs spread and pussy exposed. I’m caught in a moment that seems to allow me to act like the whore he called me and that I’ve frequently dreamed of being.

I watch him undress and move toward me. It’s then I worry about his big cock plunging inside me.

He kneels between my thighs. Looming over me he seems to read my mind. “Don’t you worry, you’re gonna love the way MISTER Lewis fucks you. Now you reach down and rub the head of my cock up and down on your pussy.”

I do as I’m told. I stroke him between my lips and over my clit. It’s like when I masturbate alone, but this time the dildo is flesh and blood and there’s a huge man attached to it.

“You liken’ that aren’t you, girl?”

“Yyy..yesss!” I groan. I’ve never been so wet with desire!

“Do you want MISTER Lewis to fuck you now?”

“Oh, please…yess!”

“Ask me properly now, girl. Ask MISTER Lewis to fuck you.”

“Please MISTER Lewis, please fuck me now!” I can’t believe I’m acting this way, but God, I want to be fucked by this man!

“Put it in.”

“Yessir” I’m now so fucking wet that the wide head slips right in. “Oh, God!” He pushes it in all the way! I keep screaming, “Oh, God!” as I wrap my legs around him. He pumps in and out with powerful thrusts, then slowly drags his big cock out of my ravished cunt, only to ram it back in deep and make me scream! I yell my head off as I cum repeatedly. Finally, after twenty minutes or so this big man cums deep inside me. I can feel him pumping a huge load into my cunt. At last, his body relaxes. It’s then I pull him close and kiss him. He stays on top of me for a moment and I enjoy the weight of this man’s body covering me. But too soon he rolls off and lays beside me.

“That was wonderful Mister Lewis”!

He grins wickedly. “I told you! Now clean me off, slut, with your tongue. I have to get back to work.” I’m reminded again what kind of man he is and what I am for him now – and I accept it. I move to kneel between his legs and contentedly lick off every drop of us. He nods his approval and tells me that he can arrange to keep the gas on for a few more days.

“Thank you, Mister Lewis,” I say gratefully, and my thanks is not just for the service reprieve. He dresses as he watches me laying wet in my bed.

After a while I get up and get my work done. Then I go back to my bed, my bed that now smells like sex. I lay there on my cum stained sheets until about 15 minutes before the kids arrive home. I lay there naked and pleased, stroking my body and craving more of Mr. Lewis.

The next morning, I take a chance and call his office. His voice makes me tremble.

“Mister Lewis, will you be by today to make me suck and fuck for you again?”

It took me 4 months to catch up on all my utility bills. During that time I let Mister Lewis know when the kids would be at their grandparents. Most often he came by and used me any way he pleased. If he was in a hurry there would only be time for me to suck him, and I was grateful even for that. A few times I would meet him at the front door and he’d give me a look that meant I should kneel right there and please him. Other times he would fuck me long and hard, eventually using almost every room in the house to demonstrate his claim on me. I became his fervent fuckslut. It was by far the best sex I’d had in my meager experience.

Though Mister Lewis remained gruff and commanding he was also discreet in protecting my reputation in my neighborhood where neighbors would not take kindly to a white woman eagerly giving herself to a black man. He understood life would be made more difficult for a young mother and her children and I was grateful for his understanding. He even advised me to tell one neighbor that I was participating in a study for Columbia Gas knowing that having one neighbor spread that rumor is lots more effective than me trying to convince all my neighbors. He always carried a clipboard when he visited so as to lend believability to the survey excuse. I felt safe in his presence. However, I learned to keep my windows closed during his visits so the neighbors wouldn’t hear my begging and screams of passion.

After my bills were no longer in arrears I continued to call Mister Lewis. I could not get enough of what he gave me and what he made me do. Unfortunately, Mister Lewis retired a few months later and moved to Florida with Mrs. Lewis.

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Strung up as she was, firmly attached to the harnesses on the rack, arms and legs wide apart, Angela pleaded, “Please, Tim, not The Lettered Jacket, please?”

Tim ignored her pleas and cries, instead slapping hard her already raw butt. Angela screamed, interspersing in between her repeated pleas. Tim slapped her hard again and then her small breasts. “Modeling you want as a career, modeling is what you will be doing tonight.” Angela screamed and continued to beg. One hard slap between her legs, so hard that it almost drove her lovely clit into her hips convinced her. Meekly, she acceded to Tim’s demand.

Tim untied her and lowered her, approving of her acceptance. He tossed her a pair of high heel shoes and a short, wide, pleated skirt to wear. Then came The Lettered Jacket. It was a normal jacket, of a coarse and sturdy fabric, covering her torso and arms, from her shoulders all the way just past her waist, and with snaps that were almost impossible to unlatch unless one really understood how they worked.

Only that The Lettered Jacket had an interesting feature. Emblazoned boldly across the etiler escort back, in bright optic yellow letters that glowed in the dark, were the words in large block letters, ‘RAPE ME “.

Angela quivered and trembled, stumbling as Tim led her past the kitchen, stopping at the refrigerator. He reached for the butter, grabbed a scoop in his fingers, and shoved them deep into her ass, “Whore, this will make it easier for your guests.” Angela cried quietly, pleading one last time. It was to no avail: he was already pulling her down the driveway and into the car. She was crying softly. He ordered her to shut up. He drove to the meanest inner part of the city, stopped the car in a dark corner, and commanded her to get out. “And walk slowly, hold your body straight, and stop that trembling.” Angela did as best she could, walking down the dark street, turning into another one that was better lit.

Scarcely had she walked a block that the first man read her sign on the back of The Lettered Jacket and availed himself of the opportunity. He simply walked up behind her, grabbed her from behind, bent escorts her over, and shoved a huge cock up her ass, pumping wildly as Angela screamed. He groped to get his hands under The Lettered Jacket to grab her tits but could not reach in, so he simply squeezed them from the outside. His other hand, large and coarse and not all that clean viciously attacked her clit, fingering her without mercy, until he finally filled her with his load, extracted himself, and released her, going on his merry way as if nothing had happened.

And so, throughout the course of the night, men of all walks of life, of all sizes and ages, the kind of men that hang out at night in mean sections of cities even on a Sunday night, took advantage of the sign on the back of The Lettered Jacket, filling her ass and pussy with their loads, sometimes one alone, at other times two or three at once, filling her mouth as well, and if she was already taken all at once, masturbating to spray Angela’s pretty face and long, blond hair.

When daylight broke on Monday morning, Angela made her way back home. Stumbling into the bagcilar escort bedroom, she lay next to Tim. He turned in his bed, awakened by her cries as she clung next to him. He looked at her. “So, whore, how did it feel to be disobedient with me?”

Angela cried. She begged his forgiveness, promising next time to be even more submissive and obedient while on the rack. He looked at her and judged her to be sincere and repentant.

“Good. Today I will be flying back home to my doting wife and loving kids, and you will go straight to work without showering. And tonight you will go to your support group and share your experience with them. But next time you disobey me, instead of just one Sunday night, instead you will be set loose there from Friday evening to Monday dawn, is that clear?”

Angela nodded. She promised to be ever so good from now on, to be obedient and submissive and totally accepting of all Tim asked of her. She cuddled up to Tim and kissed him softly, thanking him for being so stern and so strict with her: she understood he was doing it for her own good, to break and train her completely.

And with that, she dressed and happily went off to work, the ejaculate of countless men sloshing around and dripping from her full stomach, pussy, and ass, contained as best it could by a procession of sanitary napkins all day.

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My name is Nicole. I was born in the countryside. When my brothers, sisters and I were young, we could play in our back yard naked, especially in warm days, to sprinkle water from a garden hose or in an inflatable pool; or also, shower under the rain when this was light and fresh. But as we grew, we became conscious of the changes that happened in our bodies and got embarrassed; also, my parents were involved in a fundamentalist sect, and they discouraged us even more. Although I accepted, in principle, the new teachings, sometimes, I missed the freedom of the nakedness.

One afternoon, I prepared the pool after an especially exhausting study session, and when my parents saw me, now retired, they condemned me by saying:

“How dare you go out like that, you shameless…? Did we educate you for that? Go inside and get some clothes on!”

I went into the house, crying, not much for the shame, but for the fear that in that moment my parents instilled in me. I showered in the bathroom, but it was not the same. They imposed me several more humiliating punishments than I deserved for my indiscretion, and from then on, I yearned to find my “garden of Eden” where I would never again be embarrassed, nor would another person be for my cause.

That incident confused me, but it also motivated me to study in order to excel. I keep my body slender by exercise and a healthy diet, and perhaps for that reason, my bust is also small. For that reason, and for the upbringing of my home, I had to dress more modestly, and avoid the bad habits and excesses of other schoolmates, who also come from very religious families, but privately, they stray from a moral life. For good or for ill, I lost my virginity with a very attractive boy, in an outing near a lake, where I didn’t dare to “skinny-dip” among my friends. He had a condom, but at first, he didn’t want to use it. I insisted and he accepted, because the mere fact of having spent one on me gave him the pride that there was something to prove that he is already a man. The caresses were pleasant, but he ejaculated very quickly, leaving me unsatisfied. For that reason, we didn’t go steady.

I decided to study computer science, since it is the most profitable short career that I could get. Exploring the Internet, I discovered the pornographic pages, and although I had already seen magazines and videos during my adolescence, thanks to my siblings and friends, they didn’t satisfy my ideal. It was exhibitionism and reckless sex, not the true natural beauty of the human being. Besides, there are hidden costs, in terms of billings from remote places and danger of computer viruses, like with indiscriminate sex in the era of AIDS.

After graduating and going to work in a company that builds web pages, I took time to look for information on nudist camps and beaches, and at first, I didn’t trust the results of the search engines, since they were a pretext for orgies and other abuses. Even so, I visited some, and I even had to join them, at least on a trial basis, complying with their requirements, that is, identifications and Social Security numbers, medical certificates and criminal records, evidence of residence and income, etc. At first, I felt at ease with showing my body “au naturel” without attracting attention, either for lewdness or for condemnation, but not every member was up to par with nudist morality. The erection in penises was tolerated, as long as it didn’t last, and the presence of pubic hair was left to each one’s preference. I allowed it to grow sometimes, and other times, I shaved it. I also experienced with creams and wax, and I didn’t know which one irritated me more, whether the razor or the other products.

There was a problem if two or more people got too aroused, they sometimes didn’t have the privacy in order to satisfy their desires, or they didn’t have prophylactics at hand, since there was not always in which to carry them. The ideal was to do it in cabins, but some could not contain the desires nor hide. Anyhow, I had to return to the real world to earn some money in order to maintain this lifestyle.

After several years of trying, I was undecided between two that I found: one family-oriented and another more liberal. In this one, the organizers were smart enough and placed kiosks and even vending machines suadiye escort for condoms and creams, which could be debited from a special expense account. There were participants that didn’t use of that material, but didn’t bother others who required them.

Two encounters impressed me more than most. In the first one, I went for a walk at a trail and a young man, whom I will call Mark, came from a nearby river. He smiled at me and was stopped to chat with me. Soon he got excited and he went along to get the prophylactics, but upon returning, he came with another male, called Edgar. This made me nervous, but upon seeing that both already came prepared, a desire for both took possession of me, and I went along. They took turns kissing me in the mouth, and after intertwining their tongues with mine, I conquered my fear. They passed to suck both my nipples and they gave me an orgasm in advance. Edgar licked my clitoris for a while, while Mark held my body on his, setting my thighs on fire with his throbbing penis. The guy in front of me got up and inserted his penis in my vagina slowly, and began a quick sway. He slowed down, and he even stopped in order to accommodate the other guy so that he could penetrate my anus. I protested, so they desisted, and Mark had to wait for Edgar to finish. He pressed harder inside me when he ejaculated, and he barely had the strength or willpower to leave my canal. When he did, he leaned by my side, and he caressed me and he kissed me gently while his friend thrust in me a little more quickly, between both, I achieved another substantial orgasm, and we took a rest.

After a brief nap, we washed the semen and the mud that stuck to us in the river and they returned to their cabins. I walked more slowly, not so much for the fatigue, but in order to savor this new sensation of such intimate contact with nature. I wandered a little more and I met with another three men: Paco, who was over fifty years old, Douglas, taller, thin and of a light complexion, and with a penis that matched the shape of his body, and Jairo, of darker complexion, and shorter than the others. The young ones had condoms, but the older guy did not. The game among all began, and these gentlemen came with a definite idea: finding three holes in me to penetrate them simultaneously. They caressed me, and between playful advances and retreats, as testing each other, I gave in. I sat on Doug, impaling myself with his penis and I moved as if I was riding a horse. His penis reached where no man had reached before, and although I had a good orgasm, I didn’t want to stop. Paco stopped in front of both of us and offered me his penis so I would suck it. At first, I didn’t want to even open my mouth, but the pleasure that my “mount” gave me convinced me to accept it. The gentleman became hard inside my mouth, but he stayed flexible enough so that I wouldn’t choke. I felt that the one who was left out embraced me from behind, fondling my breasts to increase the pleasure that I felt. He pressed his small but thick penis against my buttocks, and the warmth was heavenly. Little by little, he moved closer to my anus, but I could not scream with my mouth full with the old man’s penis, who in that precise moment, ejaculated, but didn’t pull out from my mouth. He even held my head while he lost his erection. Jairo entered very slowly, but, even so, it bothered me, because in fact, his penis is fatter than that of the others. The elder even gave him directions:

“Like that, slowly; wait for her to open up, and when she does, you push in a little more.”

I trembled, because the sensation changed gradually from pain to more pleasure. Now the one that I had on my back governed the pace of the others, even mine. He wanted to stroke in and out quickly, but he held back, at least, for one or two minutes. Upon seeing the scene, the one that had in front of me recovered the erection and he even achieved another small orgasm, and this time, his semen slipped out of the corner of my lips. The young ones went stiff, as a consequence of their intense orgasms, the throb of their ejaculations inside their condoms triggered mine. Now, Jairo and I remained spooned in the bush, while he lost his erection and I expelled his member. I tried to rise, but instead, I staggered, because in my fatigue, my rectum yakacık escort hurt again. The redhead carried me in arms to the river, and there, between caresses from all, they helped me to wash. we had no more desire for sex, but we rather relieved ourselves by urinating in the water. The anal act caused me an unexpected defecation, between pleasant and painful, which the river also took away. Little by little, we returned to our cabins, and although I keep pleasing memories of this experience, it is too strong to repeat.

In fact, I stopped visiting the “orgy” camp, and I became more interested in the other one, whose atmosphere is more family. The only thing, other than nudity, is that it’s more rigid in terms of conduct, like my hometown; after all, people bring children along. There we learn how to strip the disguises and the sense of unease with our own bodies. It was a more spiritual place.

I became interested in working with the children, so I became a day-care assistant. I even gave introductory computing courses to the older children, who must attend regular schools, and to adults. I also built the camp’s web page, where we expressed our particular philosophy, so it would not be misconstrued as a porn site. Little by little, the work became full-time, since the parents went out to work in the dressed-up world, and in the afternoons, they pick up the children, still dressed, to retire to their cabins. Even so, nobody is embarrassed by the contrast.

One day, a single young woman, with a lot of curiosity about our ideas, began to live and to collaborate in the community. She asked many questions, but I convinced her to be more discreet. In order to satisfy her queries, I took her along for walks in the woodlands, so we could converse in total honesty. In one of these walks, she felt aroused and a little embarrassed, because besides the erect nipples, which are quite common between nudists of both sexes, her vulva was very wet. She looked at me very expressively, and began to grow wet there below. She extended her fingers to touch me and I allowed it. We sat against one of the trees, deep inside the forest, and then, her caresses were more sexual. We embraced and she kissed my mouth. I felt very nervous, but she was even more. Then, I was filled with an intuitive understanding and I corresponded to her kisses. She caressed my small breasts and had fun stimulating my nipples. I began to knead her tits, a cup size larger than mine, and stroked her nipples with my thumbs. She groaned raptly, and she became more moist. We went over each other’s bellies and thighs with our hands, lips and tongues, until moving into a 69 position. I began to kiss her labia, impregnating my mouth and my cheeks with her fluids while she did the same to me. From time to time, I touched her clitoris with my upper lip or with the tip of my tongue, and she shivered. I believe that she felt an orgasm every time that I did this, because when she corresponded to me, I felt them. Feverishly, I picked up her clitoris between my lips, as if it were a penis, and I suckled it vigorously. At first, she was very dizzy from the orgasms, but she soon got into doing the same to me. Now I was the one who couldn’t think straight. The only thing that I was able to do was to hang on to her clitoris not letting it go, and the vibration took care of the rest. The multiple orgasms reached a “crescendo” and with one last spurt that seemed women’s semen, we lay spread at the foot of that tree.

We had more stealthy encounters like that, and we even did in our cabins, but somehow, she lost her interest in nudism. Perhaps she regretted our lesbianism, because I felt likewise. We also received a little pressure for our conduct, because we set a bad example to the youth. When we said goodbye, we embraced to cry, she dressed in order to leave and I naked in order to stay. By e-mail, she told me that she got married, and sometimes, she visited us with her husband. He felt very uncomfortable in our atmosphere, but he consented to get undressed in the nature trails. As a married couple, I respected them and they only had sex between them, and mostly, in the cabin. Even so, they admitted to having enjoyed their love outdoors in a few occasions. But anyway, they preferred to lead their lives in the real world.

For şerifali escort some years, I lived there, working in the same job, and I was even elected to the board of administrators. I helped to verify the new members, trying to identify patterns of conduct or attitudes that would put the stability of the commune in danger. Another young man came from the more permissive colony, called Thomas. I almost interrogate him like a detective to a suspect; I even had to ask how many times he had sex and with whom. At first, he was amused, insinuating that I wanted him, but little by little, he lost his patience as my questions became more incisive, in my concern that he could molest a minor. What inconvenienced him the most was having to admit that he had a homosexual encounter in the other commune, having to do everything, suck and be sucked, giving and getting it in the anus. When we got to that part, I left him alone.

After several days of adjustment, he began to live together with more ease, and he admitted me the following:

“I don’t hold a grudge against you for what you forced me to say, honestly. After seeing the beauty of this place and the people, not merely by being nude, I understand how much you should look after your community.”

“Forgive me, I didn’t want you to make you feel uncomfortable, but…”

“It’s all right, I already told you that I understand. I also know that you find me attractive.”

I don’t know if she said as a boast in order to protect his masculinity or simply, I insinuated that to him, but anyhow, nothing else happened this time. He helped repair cabins until he got employment in the outside as a mechanic. Sometimes, he visited ne in my cabin or he invited me to his, at first, in innocent activities such as listening to music or talking, but soon the topic of sexuality came up. I had already left that group before Thomas joined it, so I felt curiosity by knowing how life there came to be after I left.

One afternoon, in his cabin, he moved his hand to take mine while we had dinner, and I didn’t refuse him. It was a nice gesture. We let go to continue eating, but when we sat on the sofa to rest listening to soft music, he took my hand again, and I smiling, I gave it to him. He had an erection and I became moist, but we tried to act casual. But his game of seduction continued, and he turned his face in front of mine and he kissed me. The heat in my vagina encouraged me to kiss back, and I led him to his bedroom, where he already had a condom on the bedside table. I told him, in a not too serious reproach:

“You planned this all along!”

“I admit it: I am guilty as charged! I want you and I love you.”

I hugged him and I kissed him, while I put the condom on him, and I lay on his bed for some brief caresses and obligatory kisses to my tits. I told him:

“All right, get it in me now!”

“Don’t you want me to caress your vulva first?”

“No, my love. Just do it.”

He penetrated me immediately, and I felt a blaze coursing through our genitalia. He moved in and out slowly, savoring the sensation. While we embraced, he moved his arms from my back to my buttocks to grab me better. He tried to caress my clitoris, but that caused me to squeeze his member not painfully, but rather bringing both of us to the brink of getting off too soon. He reduced his rhythm, and although I was able to handle his weight on me, he leaned back and gave me innocents caresses, in spite of the fact that he had me totally skewered with his manhood. He suddenly announced to me:

“I’m coming!”

And he began to move quickly. I squeezed my vaginal walls to get in touch with his orgasm, and it worked. We both screamed from pleasure while he pressed his abdomen against mine. His testicles throbbing against my perineum did the trick for me, and I also ejaculated. He pulled out of me to remove the condom, and although unsteadily, he led me to wash up. He urinated with force and he said that the sensation was almost like another orgasm. When I did so, I agreed with him.

He walked me back to my cabin and he said goodbye to me, wanting to enter in order to have more action. I stopped him, saying:

“Didn’t you have enough for a single night?”

“I thought that you would be ready to more.”

I imagined that he got word of my orgy in that other camp, but I didn’t take it wrong. Simply, I kissed him and I pushed him out gently. He gladly returned to his lodging, with the hope that there will be more opportunities in the near future.

To be continued…

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We were on a long road trip, and my wife must have been getting bored as she put her hand on my dick and began to rub my crotch through my shorts I had on. It wasn’t long until I had a hard on and she was unbuttoning my pants and sliding my cock out where she could stroke it better.

I was getting really hard by this time, and she still has not said a word. I looked over at her and she just gave me a devilish grin. Of course there wasn’t much I could do if I wanted to. Just drive and enjoy it.

She could tell I was getting turned on as I was as hard as I could get. Without saying anything she laid down in the seat and took the head of my cock in her mouth. That about made me close my eyes while I was driving down the road. She began taking my cock deeper and deeper in her mouth until she had my entire cock in her mouth. She began to move her head up and down on my cock while sucking me off.

I was at the point where I was about to cum, and she removed her lovely mouth from my cock and risen up with that beautiful smile and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I told her we were going to have to stop on the side of the road if she was going to keep that up, because I was about to cum in her mouth.

She said there was no need to stop that she was finished for a while, grinning as she looked at my hard cock standing at attention with nowhere to go now. She took my cock after a few minutes when it had started to get soft again, and put it back in my short pants and tried to zip them up, but there was no need in trying.

It wasn’t but a few more hours of driving and I decided to stop and get a room for Maltepe Escort the night. It had been a long day, and needless to say I was still Horney. The only room that was available was a room on the back side of the motel. Of course it really didn’t matter to us. We were just going to rest and then have sex, and go to bed. I wasn’t planning on a marathon sex that night.

I just needed some relief from earlier this evening. It had been a long hot ride that day so I decided to get a shower and cool off before I laid down for a short nap. I got my shower and was ready to relax, but my wife was laying on the bed butt naked. I knew then there was not going to be an early nap for me, as I slid into the bed.

She grabbed me by the cock and pulled it to her mouth, sucking me hard and deep into her mouth. She took my dick out of her mouth and told me to fuck her mouth. Before I could do anything she hollered what are you waiting for? I want that hard cock of yours fucking my mouth. I want it all.

I began to fuck her mouth slowly letting her gag reflex get use to my 8 inches, then I began to pump faster and harder. I could tell she was sucking me off also as I was getting ready to blow my load in her mouth. I stopped fucking her mouth as she kept sucking my hard cock. I filled her mouth with my cum so much that she couldn’t swallow fast enough. My cum was oozing out of the corners of her mouth. I rolled off of her and she licked me clean.

I raised up and started to slide down to eat her pussy, but she said not now we are going to get that nap in now. It was hard for me to go to sleep Kartal Escort as I was still hard and horny. She must have been satisfied because she went right off to sleep. Feeling her naked body next to me made it harder for me to sleep. After a couple hour nap we woke up refreshed.

I just lay their holding her beautiful body next to me as we made a little small talk. I began to suck on her nipples, and caress her nice B sized titties. She started moaning and pushed my head down toward her pussy. I knew where this was going and I was ready to eat her pussy. (She doesn’t cum, she squirts). I begin my licking her pussy inserting my tongue flicking it in and out and in an upward motion. I then sucked on her clit for a few minutes. Then my tongue went back to her pussy as she began to squeal and I knew I was fixing to get wet, because I can never swallow all her juices.

She was thrashing her body around as she pinched and pulled on her nipples as she started to cover my face with liquid. She subsided for a few minutes but I didn’t stop licking her pussy. I could feel her pussy getting hard inside so I knew she was about to cum again, and she did. I drank all I could of her juices, and looked at the sheets and they were soaked from her squirting and me missing what I couldn’t swallow. She decided she wanted to watch TV for awhile so I gave her the remote.

I must have been tired more than I thought because I woke up at one o’clock in the morning thinking someone was trying to break into our room. As I lay there listening for the noise again. I finally figured it out. It was our neighbors Kurtköy Escort having sex and their bed was banging on the wall and you could her the woman screaming and moaning also.

This got my wife all excited and she said she wanted me to fuck her right then. I started to go down and eat her pussy, but she said no she wanted to be fucked right then. I must have been turned on also because I hadn’t noticed but I had a hard on and was ready to fuck my wife.

She was already wet as I was going to ease my cock in thinking her pussy would be dry. I rammed my cock deep into her pussy and fucked her deep and slow. She began to scream for me to fuck her faster and harder, faster, faster, faster followed by an oh yesssssssssss, I’m cumming, god I’m cumming as she squirted all over the place soaking my cock and balls with her wetness.

I then noticed that our bed was knocking on their wall also. They were getting louder as we were getting louder also, and my wife raised her legs and ordered me this time to fuck her tight ass, and to hurry up about it. Her ass was wet from her squirting and it running down that rosebud.

I had no problem penetrating her tight ass as she was still telling me to fuck her ass hard. She was saying it loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Fuck my tiny ass, fuck it hard, deeper, deeper, oh god I am going to squirt again. Here I come baby get ready to get wet as she lets loose and this is the largest squirt of the night soaking my stomach, running down onto my cock and my balls.

That’s when I stopped and could hear there were no noise from the other room and ours was quiet also. We cleaned up and I got my shorts on to go out and get a drink from the soda machine. As I opened the door the door neighbor’s door opened also. The other couple came out and he waived and they got in their car and drove off. That was one of our biggest turn ons.

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Sandra was an ordinary type of girl, she was intelligent, but never went out of her way to impress anyone. She wore plain, but smart clothes. Not at all like the other girls I read about on Lit, she didn’t have big tits, she looked her age of 40, and wouldn’t win any beauty prizes. Not that I have anything against stunning girls with large tits. But how many of them are there out there? Millions, if Lit was anything to go by.

Ordinary doesn’t mean ugly.

What I liked about Sandra was she was friendly and cheerful. She would sometimes come over and visit the wife and they would chat for ages. When it came to women and their chats, I always found it easier to leave them to it.

On a few occasions the girls would go out for a drink. The night that changed everything was on one of those nights.

Sandra came over to collect the wife Ann. Ann wasn’t quite ready so I offered Sandra a drink while she waited. She was dressed well, nothing spectacular, a simple dress that came to just below the knees. I had never paid much attention to Sandra’s looks, of course there was the odd moment that everyman goes through, wondering what she would be like in bed. But hey…doesn’t make me a bad person. What caught my eye tonight was when she sat on the edge of the seat and crossed her legs. Her legs were covered in nylon, and as the dress tightened round her thigh, I could make out the suspenders holding up her stockings.

I always had a fetish for nylons and stockings, and when I seen this I was immediately looking at Sandra in a different light. My eyes locked on to her thighs, it may have been a few seconds, but it was enough for me to get caught. “Sean, what are you looking at”? I looked up and looked into her eyes trying to find an answer. Nothing was coming out my mouth. “Ehhhhhh, nothing, I was just daydreaming” was the best I could muster together. “Yeh right “ said Sandra. “It’s only my suspender belt, does it look stupid under this dress”? Oh shit what will I say. “Not at all, I just never imagined you to aksaray escort wear stockings and suspenders.” You prick, I called myself. “I better chase up Ann and see if she’s nearly ready.”

When I walked into our bedroom Ann was finishing off her hair, she was sitting on the bed with her back to me, looking in the mirror. Then she switched off the drier and stood up. She too was wearing stockings. Ann walked over towards me smiling. She gave me a gentle kiss and rubbed my cock, knowing full well the effect of her in stockings would have on me. My hands softly caressed her stocking thighs. Ann continued to rub my cock and balls. When my hand moved to cup her pussy she backed off. “Not yet Sean”.

“Jesus, Ann. You know what this does to me”. My cock was throbbing; I opened up my jeans and took it out. Slowly stroking it. “I need you Ann, let me look at you while I stroke my cock”.

“Wait till I come home, then we’ll take care of you”. Ann said smiling wickedly. I was about to put my cock back in my trousers when Sandra walked in. There was no hiding; my stiff cock was in clear view. Ann started laughing, I went bright red, and Sandra looked at my cock, then Ann. She smiled and said “WOW, lucky girl”. Ann laughed and told Sandra. “It’s the stockings, he can’t help himself when he sees me in them”. I was mortified; I hurriedly put away my cock, which takes time when it’s so bloody hard.

I left the two of them in the room to finish dressing. When they came back out, Ann came over and gave me a kiss. “I’ll see you when I get back”, she winked.

I spent the rest of the night watching TV. After a while I was nearly dozing off when I heard Ann coming in the front door. Sandra was with her. The two of them looked as though they had a good night. Ann offered Sandra a coffee.

The two girls sat on the couch, giggling about the events of the night. I was waiting for Sandra to leave, so I could have Ann all to myself. There was no sign of them quitting soon, so I decided to call it quits escort and retire for the night.

I must have been in bed for over an hour when I woke up needing a piss. Thinking no more of it, I got up and went to the bathroom. As I opened the door, there before me was Sandra, skirt hiked up and sitting on the loo, her stockings in full view. “Shit, I’m sorry Sandra, I didn’t realize”. She just stared at my cock, it was growing right before her eyes. She raised her fingers to her mouth and gestured for me to be quiet. Sandra then took my cock in her hand and began stroking it. The sight of her sitting there in her stockings was such a turn on. My hand stroked her thighs; they looked and felt fantastic. Suddenly Sandra’s mouth was on my cock, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth. The warmth of her mouth on me was beautiful. My hips were slowly moving back and forth, I wanted to cum, but I knew I needed a piss before I could cum. I slowly withdrew my cock from her mouth and lifter her up from the seat. I whispered to her that I needed to pee. Sandra smiled, took hold of my cock and pointed it towards the toilet. As everyone knows it takes a few seconds to kick-start a piss when you have a hard on. With Sandra’s slow strokes, it wasn’t helping.

A few moments later, I managed to pee. “Sandra, are you ok in there” Ann called as she opened the door. There I was standing over the toilet with her friend dressed in only her bra and stockings holding my cock. Brazenly Sandra said, “I was helping Sean empty his bladder”. I just looked at Ann, trying to be as innocent as I could be in that situation as my piss continued to flow into the toilet. Sandra shook the last few drops but continued to hold my cock. “Bring him downstairs” Ann called.

Sandra led me downstairs by the cock. “Sean you sit there on the chair, Sandra, you sit beside me,” said Ann.

Ann laid her hand on Sandra’s knee and began stroking her stocking legs. “Do you want to see my stockings Sean?” said Ann. I simply nodded. Slowly Ann lifted kağıthane escort her dress. Revealing her legs inch by inch till she reached the lacy top. Sandra’s hand began stroking Ann’s legs. Trailing her finger up the inside of her thighs. Ann’s legs parted. Her smooth shaven pussy was opening up as Sandra’s fingers touched her lips. Ann’s eyes closed as Sandra continued to gently stroke her. Her hand continued to stroke Sandra’s legs. Sandra was looking over at me; she was licking her lips as Ann’s fingers entered her pussy.

I knelt in between Sandra and Ann, stroking both their legs. “Oh thank you God, thank you, thank you. Sandra’s toes came up to gently massage my balls. The feel of her nylon toes on my balls was driving me nuts.

Ann was breathing heavier; Sandra’s fingers were toying with her clit, going faster and faster. Ann responded by burying two fingers inside of Sandra’s pussy. The two of them were going to cum very, very soon. I spread Sandra’s pussy and flicked on her clit with my tongue as my wife’s fingers fucked her pussy. She let out a scream and pulled my head hard on to her cunt. I sucked on her pussy, taking her orgasm into my mouth, feeling her juices explode in my face.

Ann was panting heavier, yelling for me to fuck her. She held her legs wide open; Sandra grabbed my cock and entered it into my wife’s pussy. “Fuck me, Fuck me”, she screamed. My cock rammed into her wet pussy, burying itself deep inside. It only took about 6 thrusts before I felt Ann’s cunt muscles tighten around my cock. “YEESSSSSSSS”. OHH YESSSSS…Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck” Ann was spurting her juices from her cunt.

I had to drink from her. I let my tongue lap up her wet pussy. “Suck his cock…Sandra”. Sandra lay on her back and positioned herself under me, taking my big fat cock in her mouth. As she slurped on my cock, I felt Ann’s nylon legs wrap around my neck. Sandra pumped me fast with her mouth taking me deep. Ann’s legs tightened at the same time as my balls, and seconds later I was drowning Sandra’s mouth with my cum. I could feel her swallowing and swallowing, then lick the lasts drops from me.

It was absolutely fantastic; I hadn’t even touched a tit yet. Did I care? Not at all. What’s the rush?

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FIRST of all, before I relate this full story, I must explain that I have no complaints about the sex in my marriage. In fact, during the 12 years that Tony and I have been married, the sex has continually improved. And, truthfully, I suppose we’re both sex addicts.

I’m now 35, a year younger than my husband, and we’ve never hankered after having children. We’ve been quite happy as a couple, thank you, without any additional ties, responsibilities or restraints. We’ve always done pretty much as we want, when we want, and that freedom is priceless to me.

Our tastes are similar in many things and that especially applies to sex. You may find this hard to believe but, after all these years together, we’re still having sex sessions at least four times a week. And I mean sessions, not just five minute quickies (though we also frequently enjoy them!).

We’ve also been into the occasional fuck outdoors, got naked at the beach, watched a tremendous amount of porn (including live shows in Amsterdam), used toys and read erotica. In fact, anything that’s stimulating and different has been okay by us.

Another shared “hobby” is membership of a fitness gym and that has kept us healthy and trim and ensured we have the stamina for our between-the-sheets marathons. I’m quite petite at 5ft 4ins but my hourglass figure is still good, with a slim waist, 34B firm bust and rounded 36ins hips. Tony is 5ft 10ins, has broad shoulders and muscular chest, no beer belly and lean thighs. We’re both fair haired – and tanned for most of the year thanks to various holidays in the sun. One final thing, Tony’s cock enlarges from 5ins limp to 7ins of solid flesh, slightly above average, and he certainly knows how to use it.

But, and this was my problem, as much as I’ve adored Tony’s 7-incher, for several years I’d had a fantasy about being pleasured by a giant cock. You know the sort I mean, those possessed by porn stars and, so we’re told, the majority of black men. Anyway, a couple of years ago, during another Saturday night of passion, we watched a new compilation DVD.

We sat naked on the sofa, me gently playing with Tony’s semi-erect penis and him fingering my wet pussy. A gangbang scene came on screen and there was a brief shot of a cock which had me gasping. As I say, it was just a brief shot. The cock in question was in the background of the action but it looked to be about 10 inches long, ending with a gigantic mushroom head.

Tony heard my gasp and said: “What’s up, Jen?”

“Wow, didn’t you see that?” I breathed. “A massive cock in the back there.”

“No, didn’t see it,” said Tony, still intent on the action where a busty blonde was deep throating one slim guy while another was splashing cum on her ample chest.

Minutes later, the scene ended and I couldn’t help but sigh.

“What’s up?” Tony asked again.

“That cock, I didn’t see it again.”

“Special was it?”

“Oh yes. It was only a glimpse but, trust me Tony, it was something else.”

My husband smiled and picked up the remote. “Okay, we’ll run it back. Tell me when to stop.”

When the re-wind had gone far enough back I said: “That’s it, stop now. Remember, look in the background.”

Tony hit the play button and, seconds later, there it was: the mighty organ sticking straight out as the guy walked out of shot. I gripped Tony’s cock and said: “Wow, isn’t that some big dick.”

Tony used the rewind button again, stopped and then hit pause when the cock appeared. “You’re right, Jen, it’s a big ‘un alright.”

“Mmmm,” I said, thoughtfully and began to rub Tony’s cock.

Tony laughed and, slipping his finger in and out of my slit, said” “Jeez, Jen, you’re really wet down here. That monster’s really turned you on, hasn’t it?”

“Mmmmm.” I continued to stare at the screen.

“What’re you thinking? What it would be like having that cock inside you?”

I turned from the screen and looked at Tony’s smiling face. I took a deep breath, squeezed my thighs, trapping his hand, and said: “What I’ve got in my hand is just fine thanks.”

“Pleased about that,” he said and leant to kiss the tip of my nose. “But you must admit that got you excited.”

“Sure,” I said. “I’m sure a lot of women get turned on by big cocks. It’s a fantasy, isn’t it?”

“Suppose so. Is it your fantasy?”

I let the question hang in the air for a moment, then said: “I’ve thought about it. But, truthfully, I’m more than happy with what you give me. Anyway, I’m not sure my pussy could take a monster like that.” I nodded at the screen. “I mean, look at the size of that head. It’s enormous. It would split me open. And then there’s the length. What is it? Ten inches or more? God, I can’t see that coming inside me.”

“Well, you’re certainly wet at the thought of it,” smiled Tony, removing a finger from my sopping fanny and popping it into his mouth. “Mmmm, delicious,” he said.

His cock had stiffened during our chat and I looked at it in my hand. Pre-cum was seeping and I bent to lick it away and then kissed his growing head.

“At kaynarca escort least I can get your lovely cock in my mouth and pussy,” I said. And then I straddled Tony’s lap, reached for his throbbing member and poised it at my entrance before easing down, taking his full length in me . . .

The following Monday evening, I was first home and preparing dinner when Tony came into the kitchen and plonked a bottle of my favourite Shiraz on the breakfast bar.

“Lovely, thanks honey,” I said pecking his lips.

“I’ve got you something else. A surprise,” he said. “But it’ll wait until after we’ve eaten.”

“No, don’t tease. Give it to me.”

“No, you’ll have to wait. It’ll be worth it. I’m gonna get out of this suit now. Be down soon.”

To be honest, as I remember, it was probably the quickest meal we’d shared and Tony kept topping up my wine glass. When we went into the lounge and settled back on the sofa, my glass was again full and I took a generous sip.

“Okay, where’s my surprise. I’ve been patient.”

“Patient? Don’t think so, Jen. You couldn’t wait to finish eating. You’ll be lucky not to get indigestion.”

“Oh, come on, stop messing me about.”

Tony got up and went into the hallway. He came back carrying a parcel, wrapped in brown paper. “Here’s your surprise,” he said.

“Fancy wrapping I see,” I said with a smile and took the oblong package from him.

“Discreet wrapping,” he said and that got me wondering – and excited.

I tore off the paper to reveal a plain white box. “What is it?” I asked.

“Just open it, Jen.”

I pulled the top open and peered inside. “Oh,” I muttered, and put my hand in to withdraw my gift. I stared at it, turning it round in my hands and finally said” “It’s huge Tony. What am I supposed to do with it?”

“Well, you were so taken with that big cock on the film that I thought I’d get you the next best thing. Something to satisfy your fantasy.”

I shook my head and laid the giant black dildo in my lap. “It’s enormous. I mean, really, how big is it?”

Tony produced a tape measure. “Thought you’d ask,” he said. “Here, measure it.”

I took the tape and first measured the length “Eleven inches,” I muttered. “And, wow, six inches round the shaft.”

“Measure the head,” said Tony.

“Unbelievable . . . that’s eight inches.”

“So, is that big enough for you?”

I looked at Tony’s expectant face. “Big enough? Crikey, Tony, you’re big enough for me. And that eight inch vibrator I’ve got is big enough when I’ve got six inches inside. What am I gonna do with this?”

“Hey, Jen, we’ve watched films where girls take in massive cocks. And, let’s face it, they wouldn’t sell these toys if you couldn’t use ’em. Anyway, the bloke in the shop said it was an actual-sized model of some black America porn star.”

I looked at the toy in my lap and picked it up. I felt it’s girth, admired the bulging vein running along it’s length – and that giant bell end. How on earth would I ever get that past my pussy lips into my love tunnel?

“C’mon, Jen, have a drink.” Tony gave me my wine glass. “Thought you’d be pleased,” he said quietly as I sipped the Shiraz.

I looked at him, saw hurt and disappointment in his eyes. Yes, I hadn’t exactly thanked him for his thoughtful gift. I was just too taken aback by the monster tool in my hand. Okay, Jen, I thought, you’ve often wondered what it’d be like and now here’s your chance to find out. Be grateful for what your loving husband has done.

I smiled. “Sorry, honey. I do appreciate it . . . it’s just soooo big. Think I’m a little frightened to be honest. Yes, I’ve thought about what it might feel like but I never honestly thought I’d get something like this.”

“That’s okay, Jen, I understand. But it’s your fantasy and I’m only trying to help. I could get an extension for my cock if you like. You know, those latex condom-style things that add a couple of inches.”

I thought about that. “That might work,” I mused, “but then it wouldn’t feel like you. I mean, we’ve never even used condoms. It’s always been bareback and I like that, feeling your cum inside me or splashing up my belly and on my tits when you pull out. A dildo or vibrator . . . well, that’s different altogether, different experience, isn’t it?”

Tony nodded. “Yes, toys are toys. Just thought this might answer some questions, that’s all.” He looked at me earnestly.

Truthfully, by now, I was more relaxed about the whole thing and was getting a little bit wet down there. “Okay,” I said with a smile. “Thanks my love, let’s give it a go, shall we?”

Now Tony grinned. “I bought some more tubes of lube while I was in the shop and …” he reached into his pocket … “some extra-sized condoms for your new friend. They should help it slide in easier.” He pulled out the packet and offered them to me.

“I’d like you to get me warmed up first,” I said. “I think I’m gonna need to be in floods for this giant.”

I put the dildo on the sofa between us, stood up and started küçükyalı escort to remove my blouse and skirt. That’s all I was wearing. Tony grinned and said: “Wow, you’ve trimmed your bush again.”

Indeed, now I had just a few wispy hairs leading down to my bare pussy. I put my right hand over my pubis and slipped my middle finger into the crevice. I was surprised how wet I was and I became even wetter when Tony moved my hand out of the way and licked his tongue along the puffy lips. I sat down again and leaned back on the sofa as Tony knelt between my spread thighs. Licking, sucking and fingering … I was soon heading for orgasm. My thighs tightened as I stretched out my legs, arching my back and holding my breath as the sensations built deep within me. Then I exploded, exhaling loudly and writhing wildly as wave after wave of electric shocks blitzed my heaving body.

Gradually I regained some composure and my legs stopped trembling.

“You’re certainly wet now,” said Tony as he lifted his mouth from my groin, his lips and chin wet with my juices. He handed me the dildo. “Try that when you’re ready,” he said and stood up to strip off his clothes. I noticed his cock was semi-erect but he shook his head. “I’m okay, Jen. Just concentrate on you and that big cock.”

“I may be wet but I think we need a condom on this thing,” I said.

The sheath fitted halfway down the bulging shaft. That somehow made it seem even larger but I put a cushion under my buttocks, raising my hips and still-soaking pussy. I took the dildo from Tony and spread my legs wide. I looked down between my round breasts, over my flat stomach and the wispy hairs and brought the gigantic mushroom head towards my entrance. Tony stood before me, slowly masturbating his erect cock as he watched.

I put the dildo to my pussy lips and moved it up and down, teasing and exciting and preparing me for . . . I didn’t know what. Pain? Joy? Both? With both hands wrapped around the shaft, I edged it towards me and felt it nudge into my hole.

“That’s it,” said Tony soothingly. “Get that monster in there. Live out your dream”

His cock was now swollen and I knew he was excited by what he could see: his wife with a monster black tube knocking at her love door.

Sweat was on my brow as I tried to insert the head. I could feel my pussy stretching but I just couldn’t take it. It was too big. I took it away and relaxed my taut thighs.

“It’s no good, Tony,” I gasped. “I can’t take it. It’s just too much.”

“It was nearly in,” said Tony. “Look, let me get some lube for you and let’s try again.”

“Okay,” I said, because I didn’t want to give up. I knew then that I really did want to be filled with a massive dick, to feel a gargantuan tool riding up my belly.

Tony applied the lube to my lips and inserted two fingers. “Okay,” he said, “you’re well ready.”

“You do it,” I said. “You put it in me, please. I’ll just lie here and enjoy it without all the pulling and pushing. Just like being properly fucked. Okay?”

“Course, baby,” he said. “I’ll be gentle and slow. Just tell me to stop if it gets too much.”

I nodded and relaxed back, closing my eyes. I imagined the toy going deep into me and I was excited and ready for this new sensation. God, I’d thought about it for long enough.

I felt Tony’s fingers parting my lips and caressing my swollen clit. I squirmed a little and a “mmmm” of appreciation left my mouth. Then the huge head replaced Tony’s fingers and again it nudged just inside, seeking entrance. “That okay, babe?” he asked. I nodded, eyes closed and my mouth tightly shut, waiting for the thrust that would break into my tunnel.

Ouch, I thought, as a little more cock head stretched my opening. That hurts. I felt that I was about to be torn apart, ripped to pieces, but I clenched my fists and waited. Surely there will be some benefit from such a big intrusion. Otherwise why would women seek giant dicks? And they do, you know. And, haven’t I seen enormous pythons on porno films and in magazines?

“Nooooo,” I screeched as a pain seared between my legs. ” Stop now, Tony” I wailed. “Take it away.”

I was panting, my stomach heaving with every short breath. But Tony hadn’t moved. “Okay, honey,” he said softly. “But there’s only about an inch in.”

I opened my eyes and glanced down to my crotch. “Well that’s an inch too much, then,” I gasped. “Take it out.”

Tony slowly withdrew the fake dick: at least two inches had penetrated.

As I recovered, I gingerly put my fingers to my hole. “No damage,” said Tony. “You’re okay. Think you just need to be able to relax more.”

I pondered that. “Maybe,” I said doubtfully. “But, you know what Tony, you’d need hell of a lot of pleasure to make up for the pain. That did hurt, love.”

The dildo was left on my bedside table for the rest of the week and, when I put out the light, I always looked at it and wondered how on earth anyone could take in such a powerful, thick weapon. And enjoy it!

Tony encouraged me to hold it, play sancaktepe escort with it, and put the head in my mouth. Even that stretched me to the limits. But, after a couple or so days, I began to warm to the idea again. Perhaps I’d imagined the pain, exaggerated it. Perhaps it wasn’t really that bad.

I told Tony that I was thinking I might try again at the weekend.

Each night we’d watch videos and DVDs of long cocks servicing eager girls and I started to think I was being foolish. If they can do it, surely a sex bomb like me can . . .

Tony suggested that after lunch on Saturday we should go to bed. Then he said: “I’ve got us something that might help.”

In the bedroom we stripped off and, as it was a warm day, I lay on top of the duvet, pillows propped at my back. Watching Tony get naked, I could feel my nipples harden. We frequently watched porn both before and after sex and I wasn’t surprised

when Tony put a disc in the player. The film would be shown on the large flat-screen TV on the wall at the foot of our king-size bed.

As Tony clambered on the bed on my right side, I started to get aroused. I’d been thinking about this all week and, although still apprehensive and unsure I could manage the king dong, I was eager to try.

“Right,” said Tony pressing the play button on the remote. “Remember I told you that your big black toy was a life-like replica of some American porn star. Well, he’s the star of this film. In fact, there’s five different scenes . . . ah, here we go.”

On the TV screen, the face of a bald black man appeared and the words “Take it if you can” appeared followed by “starring the one and only Marcus with Sondra, Debbie, Karen, Sylvie and Sharon.”

This opening credit was replaced one at a time by nude poses of the five girls, Sondra and Sylvie were black and stockily built. “Yep, bet they take it up alright,” I thought. Debbie was blonde, long-legged and had a chest that couldn’t be real; Karen was a slim brunette (rather like me) and Sharon was also blonde with bouncy knockers.

I reached for Tony’s cock, which was beginning to grow, and he put his left arm around my shoulders and his right hand held my right breast.

In the opening scene, Sondra was lying naked on a bed. She was fondling her huge black melons and soon brought one nipple to her mouth and sucked greedily. The camera stayed on this for a few minutes and then scanned slowly down her body, over her wobbly belly, to a hairy pubis and meaty but firm thighs that were wide open. The camera then panned back to a longer shot as Sondra reached for a vibrator and began to roll it along her thighs and then among her bush. A few minutes of this – Tony’s cock was now quite firm in my grasp – and a door opened and a slim black man entered.

“That’s my girl,” came a deep, chocolate voice. “Getting ready for your Marcus, I see. Well, girl, your waiting’s over.”

Sondra put aside the vibrator and kneeled up on the bed. Her mammoth melons swung as she reached up to give Marcus a hug. “Let’s get your damn clothes off Marcus,” she said. “I’s done waiting.”

His white sports shirt was whipped up over his head and tossed aside while Sondra grabbed at his belt buckle and slid the belt free. That, too, was discarded and Sondra turned her attentions to the zipper. With that undone, the camera zoomed in as the pants were drawn down over Marcus’ slender hips. And then, there it was, the long black meat tube dangling free.

“Oh my,” I said. “Just look at that. It’s gotta be 8inches just hanging there.”

“Yeah,” murmured Tony, “bigger than mine when it’s hard like now.”

I squeezed his cock just as Sondra reached out and lifted the Marcus cock up to her plentiful lips. They parted with a smile, showing white teeth, and she fed the head into her mouth. A side shot showed Marcus’ growing head being sucked in and then Sondra leaned in, slowly taking more of his shaft into her throat. “Good god,” I whispered as a least nine inches were withdrawn. Glistening with saliva, the cock swayed as if in a breeze. It was now beginning to rise and Sondra beat it against her huge tits, first the left and then the right one. Then she wrapped her tits around the gorgeous brown baton and rubbed them up and down.

Tony squeezed and gently tugged my nipple and I responded by slowly tugging his upright cock.

After a few minutes of tit-fucking, Marcus said: “On your back, baby, and get those legs spread.” Sondra obeyed and the camera lingered on her open pink vagina before the shot changed to Marcus. His monster was now horizontal to the floor and that mushroom head looked even bigger than my dildo. Automatically, I reached to my bedside table and got hold of my toy. It felt enormous in my left hand compared to Tony’s in my other hand. I placed it on my thigh, the head facing me just as the camera closed up on Marcus’ throbbing dick. He took hold of Sondra’s legs behind her knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Then she put her ankles on Marcus’ shoulders and he held his cock in the fingers of his right hand, presenting the cock head to her exposed opening. He ran two fingers of his left hand up and down her crack, said “Girl you’re one wet bitch” and pushed his mushroom dome between flappy lips. Sondra let out a loud “oh fuck, oh fucking fuck” as the head broke through.

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Part three, including the next three chapters of a work in progress. I would really like to know if anyone else likes this story. It definitely takes a turn during this phase; much harder on the humiliation angle. I’m still trying to figure out where it’s going to go from here. Comments would be greatly appreciated!

Chapter Seven

Suresh tried to discretely move to the edge of the floor during this “ceremony.” He really wasn’t interested in looking at large cocks. Soon, he realized that he had moved over to the pledges once more, and noticed Ruby standing quietly to the side.

Ruby had composed herself since she had been so unceremoniously dismissed on stage, but her eyes were rimmed in red from having cried earlier. Her lipstick was also smudged. Suresh tried not to think about the fact that it was so unkempt because her mouth had been forced around Michael’s huge cock. He thought abstractedly that Michael’s cock must have a ring of red around it from her lipstick.

“Hi, Suresh,” Ruby said quietly, her eyes averted.

“Hi, Ruby,” Suresh replied, and tried to get her to look at him. “I’m sorry you had to go through that on stage. I’m sure it must have been distressing.” Ruby looked up and searched his face, and then visibly brightened when she realized there was no censorious judgement on his part.

“Yes, it was! I couldn’t believe they made me… I mean,” she said, and then trailed off.

“I understand,” Suresh said. “It seems that neither of us have really had any control over what happens tonight, and I certainly don’t blame you.” He was gratified to see her eyes brighten once more.

“Exactly!” she said. Her eyes softened, then she giggled. “You were quite the stud out there, though. I saw all those women rubbing all over you!”

Suresh shrugged. “I have no idea why that happened,” he said, “it’s not like *that’s* ever happened to me before.” Then he noticed her frowning, looking at his shoulder. “What is it?” he asked.

“Could you turn around?” Ruby asked. He did so.

“Did you know you have a whole bunch of little stars on your back?” she asked.

“No,” he said, reaching behind him, and pulling one off. It was a small pink star with a smiley face on it. He suddenly realized that all the back slaps were from the women putting these stickers on his back. But what did it mean?

Jackie, still onstage, had been talking this whole time.

“Now that we have the king and his royal guard, we need a few more people in the king’s court. Now, we need…” she paused for effect, “… a jester!”

There were whoops from the crowd. Suresh was confused. A jester? That seemed silly. All of a sudden, his vision went black. Panicked, he reached for his face, and realized that someone had put a hood over his head.

“Don’t touch it,” came a gruff voice from behind him. Confused, he tried to reach for it again. Just as quickly, both of his arms were grabbed and pulled behind him. “I said don’t touch it,” the voice repeated, angrily. He felt cool metal on his wrists, and was half-pushed, half-carried forwards. Faintly, he could hear Ruby asking someone, “What’s going on? Where are they taking him?”

“He’s one of the candidates for jester,” a voice replied. And then they laughed. “That’s why he had all those stars on his back.”

Suresh was moved quickly through the crowd, and then slowly pushed up some stairs. He realized soon that he was being brought up on the stage. With his arms tied behind him, he really didn’t have much of a chance to escape. The person behind him was pretty skilled at moving his arms to make him turn in whatever direction was needed. Somehow, if he tried to fight it, it would put pressure on his shoulder joint, and the pain would make him gasp. The hood was completely black and velvet on the inside, and it soon smelled of his sweat and desperation. While there were jeers and laughs, the thick material helped mute most of it, giving him a strange sense of disassociation. After reaching the top of the stairs, he was roughly pushed forward, and soon became nervous that he would fall off. However, any time he slowed down at all, his arm would be twisted, and he would have to move faster.

Suddenly his forward progress was stopped by what felt like a blow to his throat. Panicked, he tried to back up, but a hand held the back of his head, and then he felt something encircling his neck. The hood was pulled off.

Blinking his eyes in confusion, he could barely see because of the glare of the stage lights in his eyes. He immediately started sweating; it was so hot! He tried to move away from the lights, but quickly realized that he had been placed in one of those wooden stocks that had been lining the stage. Instead of being perpendicular to the floor, it had been rotated 90 degrees so that it was parallel, and it immobilized him, forcing him to stand up straight. Trying to reach his neck was impossible; he soon realized that his arms must have been immobilized in the those shackles that he had seen.

Jackie’s Pendik Escort voice seemed quieter, as he could hear her speaking without the speakers, which were all pointing outwards.

“Now we have our candidates for jester, and voted on by all the sorority sisters,” she said. Voting? When did this voting happen? Suresh was confused. “During the dance, each sister had the chance to check out each of the candidates and decided who they thought would be the best jester. They each voted by sticking a pink sticker on the back of who they thought should win,” Jackie explained.

Oh! thought Suresh, that explained all those stickers. But why did they all vote for him?

“As those of you who have been here before well know, the jester of the party is the man who has the smallest dick,” Jackie went on.

Suresh’s face turned red and he felt faint as the jeers rebounded throughout the room. With a sinking feeling, he now understood why they had all been rubbing up against him. They were trying to figure out how big he was.

He frantically tried to find Ruby in the crowd, but the glare of the lights was too great.

Suddenly, he felt two hands grabbing the waist of his pants, and heard Jackie say, “And now, for the ‘big’ reveal! One… two… three!”

With a rip, his pants were torn from him. He instinctively tried to bring his hands over to cover himself, but was thwarted by the steel manacles around his wrists that kept his hands behind his back. The chain pushed against his back, and resulted in him thrusting his crotch forward. Simultaneously, the spotlights moved lower, and he could tell from the warmth they generated that they were likely pointing at this penis.

There was a second of complete silence, which felt like an eternity. Then the entire crowd erupted in cheers and jeers. He could hear people saying, “Holy shit, they’re all so fucking small!” and “I think I picked the winner!”

“It looks like we have two contenders,” Jackie said, “Suresh and John. Let’s find out who the winner truly is!” She beckoned to two of the pledges. “Now we measure them… but they have to be erect!”

Suresh felt the sweat coming off his face as he could dimly see Ruby walking towards him. She was smiling, but it seemed a little more malicious now. “I didn’t realize you were going to be a candidate for jester,” she hissed at him through a clenched smile. Suresh tried to say something, but she cut him off immediately. “Shut up and let me do my job,” she said.

To Suresh’s confusion, she walked in front of him, lightly brushing his penis with her hand, but then crossed over and stood behind him. His penis began slowly moving in response to her brushing, unfurling a bit, but then subsided again as she moved behind him.

“Gloves on?” Jackie asked brightly to the pledges that stood behind the two sweating men. Suresh heard the snap of a rubber glove in response from behind him.

“Great!” Jackie said, “Now, because these ‘men’ have such small penises, they don’t deserve to be sucked in order to get hard. Instead, they’re going to be fucked!” She paused for the eddies of laughter that roiled through the crowd. “Now, begin!”

Suresh gasped as he felt a wet finger start tickling his asshole. He instinctively tried moving away from the stimulus, and then felt his hair being pulled. “Don’t embarrass me, Suresh,” whispered Ruby. “Just let me do this.”

Confused, he stopped moving away and stood there dumbly. Within a few seconds, he felt the finger start slowly entering his anal sphincter. With her other hand, Ruby placed her hand on his buttocks and parted them, and then with a gentle twisting movement, she was quickly in his ass.

Suresh felt his face start to redden as he heard the jeers and catcalls of the crowd. Now that the spotlight wasn’t in his face, it was easier to see the crowd, including Brittany, who smiled at him and held up her pinky finger in that time-honored sign for “small penis.” Ears red, he quickly looked away.

Within a short amount of time, Ruby’s finger was deep in his ass and she started making a corkscrewing motion, feeling all around. With continuous gentle pressure, she started advancing her finger forward until she came into contact with his prostate.

Suresh gasped as he started feeling funny inside. Nothing like this had ever happened to him. To his great embarrassment, his penis started swelling, to the whoops and cheers of the crowd. Ruby started responding to the crowd by moving her finger faster and faster. As Suresh started to realize that she was basically fucking him in the ass, one finger became two. He tried to push away, but she grabbed his hair again. “Don’t move,” she hissed.

Soon, Suresh’s penis was as hard as he had ever felt it be. He began to feel like he was about to ejaculate, and his breath started getting faster.

“…and stop!” yelled Jackie. Before he knew what was happening, Ruby had slipped around front, took a small ruler. and was measuring Anadolu Yakası Escort him. Jackie walked over while the measurement was taking place. Suresh started going soft, and Jackie smacked him on the ass. “I told you I couldn’t wait to see you at the dance,” she smirked at him, as she looked him over.

Suresh couldn’t meet her face, looking downwards. The wooden stocks prevented him from seeing anything that was going on, but he could feel the ruler being held against his penis. He could also still feel the cold gel dripping down between his ass cheeks.

Ruby left his side and walked over to Jackie, who had moved back to the center of the stage. The other pledge, who had presumably been measuring John, met the two of them and they all conferred in low tones.

“OK, we have a ‘winner,'” Jackie said with a smirk. “At 3.25 inches, Suresh is our jester!”

Suresh was dumbfounded. He knew he wasn’t *that* small. He had measured himself erect before (after all, who hadn’t), and he knew that he was exactly 3.5″ when checking his bone-pressed erect length (known as BPEL). He tried to say something, but quickly realized that it was largely irrelevant. Especially when he was released from the stocks and looked over at John. While John’s erection was slowly diminishing, he could tell that even in its current semi-turgid state, it was still larger than his.

Chapter Eight

Suresh stood there, dumbfounded. How could this have all gone so wrong, so quickly? Jackie stood next to him as he stood there. He still had his hands shackled behind him, and couldn’t hide from the crowd. The spotlight still shone on his penis, making it obvious to everyone how small he was.

“Now the jester needs his costume!” Jackie yelled, and the crowd roared in response. Within seconds, multiple pledges had come up to him with scissors and carefully cut off all his remaining clothes. Suresh tried to hold back a sob as he saw his expensive suit lie in tatters on the floor.

Brittany came onstage smiling broadly, carrying an outfit. It was a half-white, half-black harlequin costume. There was a matching hat with bells on the top. The pledges helped him get into it, and Suresh complied with alacrity, thinking that at least he would be covered up. Unfortunately, once he put it on he realized that it was incredibly form-fitting, and more importantly had a hole cut out of the crotch with another in the back. His penis had returned to its quiescent state in his anxiety, and the hole just served to emphasize how small it really was.

Jackie was still talking, “…and now his dicklet needs its own costume!”

Brittany took a pink ribbon and tied it securely around his penis and balls. She then took out a ruler and measured 12 inches from the end, and cut off the extra ribbon. “This is how long the ‘king’s’ cock is,” she purred. It allowed everyone to immediately see the difference between Suresh’s dick and Michael’s. The ribbon was almost to his knee!

“Now in order to give him a ‘fighting chance,’ we will try to keep him as hard as possible,” Jackie said. Suresh let out a gasp as someone roughly stuck a plug in his ass. He turned around to see Ruby smirking at him.

The butt plug appeared to have a bit of a curve to it, and applied a constant pressure to his prostate. Against his will, he slowly began to get hard again. The ribbon in turn acted as a cock ring, and kept him engorged.

“As we all know, the queen is the person who brings the jester to the party,” Jackie continued. Suresh’s stomach dropped. Now he understood why Brittany had asked him to the party. He watched numbly as they put a crown on Brittany’s head and gave her a fur-lined purple robe. She was also given a gold-colored scepter that was shaped like a penis. She turned to Suresh and smiled.

“Did you really think I wanted you as my date? We’re both on the swimming team, idiot. I’ve seen your ‘package’ in your competition Speedos, and I immediately knew that you were going to be the best jester ever,” Brittany said with a smile. “Now, kneel before your queen and thank me for even thinking about bringing you to the best party of the year!”

Suresh felt hands on his shoulder, pushing him downwards until he buckled and kneeled. He looked up at Brittany as she sneered at him. She then “knighted” him with her scepter. Ruby quietly stood to his right side, and kneeled down with him. “Thank her, Suresh,” she whispered.

“Umm… thank you?” Suresh said. He was surprised when Brittany slapped him across the face.

“Is that how you thank your queen, jester?” asked Ruby.

Suresh tried to smile and seem happy. “Thank you so much, my queen!” he said, more earnestly.

“I think you need to kiss her ass more,” said Ruby.

Suresh tried to thank her again, in more flowery language, but Brittany slapped him again. “I don’t think you understand,” said Brittany, “you literally need to kiss my ass.” She immediately turned around, lifted up her dress, and backed İstanbul Escort up into his face.

Suresh tried to back away, but Ruby grabbed the back of his head and shoved it into Brittany’s ass. Frantically, he tried kissing it, and Ruby let up a little. After a couple of seconds of kissing, Brittany said, “now lick my asshole, jester.”

Nose scrunched up, Suresh tentatively brought his extended tongue to Brittany’s asshole. She had obviously bleached it, and it didn’t look that bad, if he was being honest. It was just nothing that he had ever done before. He was starting to realize that tonight was going to be a whole lot of firsts.

Lightly licking the rim, he realized to his surprise that it didn’t taste bad at all. Other than a slight smell of sweat, it was actually quite clean, and didn’t smell anything like he had assumed. Ruby suddenly grabbed the back of his head again, and forced him deeper into her ass, so that he was basically tongue fucking Brittany. Again, there was no bad taste—in fact, it tasted a little like cherries. She had obviously cleaned herself out, and that fact made Suresh absurdly grateful.

After what seemed like a long time, but in reality was likely a minute at most, Brittany moved away from him, and walked away.

It wasn’t until then that Suresh realized that he was kneeling in front of the crowd, with his penis engorged, face sweaty and hair disheveled. He had almost forgotten that everyone was there. But now with the spotlight off him, he could see everyone in the crowd. They were all cheering, and to his horror he saw multiple people with phones, recording videos of the entire “ceremony.”

Jackie stood in front of everyone once more. “Because the queen’s date has the smallest penis, she has the right to fuck anyone at this party. She has complete carte blanche. As the date of the king, I am the duchess, and have second pick of anyone here. That concludes our royal court. Now let everyone have fun!”

More cheering ensued as Jackie was given a simple tiara. Suresh was still on his knees, completely numb. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up. Ruby was standing next to him.

“I’ve been chosen to help you understand the duties of the jester,” she said. “Obey me in all things, and we should be fine. But don’t embarrass me in any way, ok?” Suresh just nodded. He saw her gaze move towards his crotch, as she focused on his tiny penis, still engorged, waving around in vain. “That’s really a shame,” she said, shaking her head in sorrow.

Chapter Nine

Ruby quickly pulled him up by his manacles, forcing him to stand up quickly to prevent his shoulders from being dislocated. “Follow me,” she said, and grabbed the pink ribbon that was around his cock and balls. He was forced to follow at a half-trot as she walked briskly over to where the rest of the royal court was sitting.

Ruby passed the long line of people waiting to see the king and queen, who were sitting in their thrones. Once they were standing in front of them, with a brisk twist of her wrist, she pulled down on the ribbon, forcing Suresh quickly to his knees, while making him gasp from the pulling on his cock and balls. Looking up from his knees, he realized he was so close to Michael that he could see every vein on his penis as it draped minaciously over the edge of the seat.

“I bring the jester to you, oh King,” Ruby announced, with a curtsey. Michael stood up and “knighted” Suresh once more with his penis-shaped scepter. Suresh tried to look down, but Ruby gently put her hand under his chin and forced him to look upwards once more. The entirety of Suresh’s visual field was taken up by Michael’s cock. It was soft but slightly engorged. He could even see it throb slightly in tune to Michael’s heartbeat.

“You will thank the king by kissing the scepter,” Ruby stated. Blushing, Suresh tried to get up to kiss the scepter in Michael’s hand, but was prevented from doing so by Ruby’s hand on his shoulder.

“Not that scepter,” she said, and then pointed to Michael’s penis. “That one.”

Suresh immediately backed away. There was no way he was going to kiss Michael’s penis! His thoughts skittered frantically as he tried to find a way to get out of this worsening situation.

Michael just smiled and grabbed Suresh’s head. He was so big that he basically enveloped Suresh’s entire skull in the palm of his hand. Without saying a word, he slowly began to squeeze. Suresh’s eyes started tearing as his head was enveloped in a huge vise. He started seeing stars. Any movement away from Michael resulted in tightening of the vise, and any movement towards resulted in loosening. In blinding pain, he slowly was brought closer to Michael’s penis. It radiated heat and he could see a slight reddish hue that covered about half of its length. He realized that he was now seeing the lipstick marks from Ruby’s ministrations.

With a sob, he realized that he now had no choice. He gently pursed his lips and gave the penis a small kiss, then tried to back away. But it was not to be.

“That’s not enough, jester,” said Michael, his voice a mixture of contempt and boredom. “You need to thank your king for agreeing to let you into the royal court. As a result, you need to clean my cock until your ‘girlfriend’s’ lipstick is all gone.”

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She sat behind her heavy wooden desk and sorted through some papers, thinking about how her job as a librarian at the local university could be a little dull. She was one of the younger employees and often got stuck working the later shifts. In a way it was nice because of the quiet but it could get awfully lonely. She spent a lot of time daydreaming and sometimes tucked an erotic novel inside of a reference text — a secret guilty pleasure of hers. She longed to be fucked like the women in her books, for a man that would satisfy all of her fantasies.

On this particular evening she was imagining just that when she was startled back into reality by the sound of the library door banging open. She was surprised. Not too many students came in so late. Must be someone doing a paper or studying last minute. The student walked into her line of sight and her eyes widened behind her dark, plastic frame glasses. He was tall and handsome, with dark hair and eyes. Just like the men in her favorite books.

She watched him sit down at one of the nearby tables and bit her lip as she thought about what it might be like to seduce him. Her nipples hardened underneath the white blouse she wore and she grew wet. She knew thinking about a student like this was wrong, but it had been so long since she had felt a man’s touch…

* * * * * * * *

He pretended not to stare at her while he spread his books and papers out on the table in front of him. He had always had a fantasy about being seduced by a hot librarian. She didn’t know it, but he often came to the library in the evening just to see her in her tight skirt and glasses, reading a reference book. He thought about pulling her down behind the stacks and fucking her until she was forced to break the silence of the library atmosphere with her moans of pleasure.

He was much too shy to try and bring this fantasy to life. He convinced himself that there was no way anything could ever happen with her. He snuck another quick glance at her. She was now leaning escort fatih against her desk, her long legs ending in sexy black stiletto heels. She had the tip of the arm of her glasses in her mouth, clearly pondering something. He felt himself blush as he imagined his hard cock in her mouth instead. What he wouldn’t give to fuck her…

* * * * * * * *

She had to do something. She saw him staring at her and she knew he wanted her, too. She took a deep breath and walked over to him, staring into his intense dark eyes.

“Is there anything I can help you with this evening?” she asked.

He looked at her longingly and she drew her breath in sharply. He was so hot.

“Well,” he replied, “I’m doing a paper for my Human Sexuality course and I need some books to start my introduction.”

Oh, this is too good to be true, she thought, I can give him all kinds of lessons in that.

“Sure thing. I’ll be right back with everything you’ll need,” she said. She felt his eyes on her ass as she walked away and grinned. She wouldn’t be lonely tonight…

* * * * * * * *

Her ass looked incredible in that skirt. He was pretty impressed that he had come up with the line about a human sexuality paper. Hopefully she was enough of a slut to take the bait and make his fantasy come true. He watched as she climbed the ladder to get his books. He was at the perfect angle to see up her skirt. She was wearing a hot pink thong and he couldn’t help but imagine ripping it off of her. She came down off the ladder and sat down beside him.

“You look like you could use a few lessons. Why don’t I help out?”

He somehow managed to get out, “Sure. Thanks.”

She layed one of the books out in front of him and leaned over to point something out, her breasts trailing over his arm. He could feel how hard her nipples were through her thin shirt as they grazed his skin. He blushed again as he thought about all of the things she could do to him.

“It’s pretty hard to do a paper escort istanbul about human sexuality unless you do a little…hands on research,” said said, barely above a whisper. She took his hand and placed it on her breast, inviting him to grope her. He glanced around — no one there but the two of them. This was his fantasy come to life and there was no way he was going to miss out on fucking this horny slut. He grabbed her beautiful tits as his lips found her neck. She moaned in ecstasy as he lightly bit her and ran his teeth along the bottom of her earlobe. He felt her body shiver as he put his fingers through her long brown hair.

* * * * * * * *

This guy was shy but he sure knew what he was doing. She was so wet from him and he was just kissing her. She needed him. She had to kick things up a notch. She wanted him to fuck her, and fuck her raw. She grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him hard as her hand reached for his zipper. He moaned into her mouth as she pulled out his big, throbbing cock. She stroked it a few times before winking at him mischievously. She got down on the floor on her knees and wrapped her lips around the length of him…

* * * * * * * *

He could not believe what was going on. Her mouth was warm and wet, expertly gliding over his dick with just the right amount of pressure. She was doing some amazing move with her tongue, swirling it around the swollen tip in figure eight motions. If she kept this up much longer, she’d push him over the edge…

* * * * * * * *

He moaned loudly, making her even hotter and hornier. She loved when a man let her know how much he was enjoying what she was doing to him. She sensed he was getting close and that just wouldn’t do. She needed to be fucked. She reluctantly pulled her lips off of his gorgeous cock and smiled. He looked absolutely tortured and desperate to fuck her and it turned her on so much. She swept the books and papers off of the table and hopped up on it.

* * * * * * * *

He escort bayan taksim watched as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her hot pink bra, which barely contained her tits. She slowly stripped off her panties and he couldn’t help but stare at this sexy librarian sitting in front of him in nothing but a bra and a short skirt, practically begging for him to screw her. He quickly shed his clothing and moved eagerly towards her.

“I want to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget,” she whispered. She grabbed him and pushed him down on the table and pulled up her skirt. She climbed on top of him and held herself above his rock hard cock. She had amazing self-control even when she needed to be fucked as badly as she did right now. She lowered herself onto him, letting just the tip inside her warm, tight wetness. He grunted hard and tried to thrust deeper into her but she was determined to tease him for just a little longer. She continued to rock slowly as he grabbed her ass, trying to pull her closer. A little more and she couldn’t maintain her control anymore. She came down hard on his cock as they both groaned with pleasure. He filled her up completely again and again as she moved her hips in slow, deliberate circles…

* * * * * * * *

He flipped her over. She resisted him but ultimately he won; she was too weak with pleasure to put up much of a fight. He continued to pump her until she finally exploded in orgasm. Her screams pushed him even closer to the point of no return.

“Where do you want me to cum, you dirty whore?” he growled, biting her neck.

“On my face,” she answered.

He looked at her in shock. He’d never been with a woman who had offered to do that. Well, far be it from him to turn down the opportunity to try something new and totally hot. She moaned for him and squeezed her pussy around his cock until he couldn’t stand it anymore. He pulled out of her and she got into position as he continued to stroke himself.

She lowered her glasses on her nose and begged him to cum for her. He moaned deeply and she licked her lips as he sprayed her face and glasses with hot jizz.

When they had both recovered from their hot fuck in the library, he asked,

“How was that?”

She smiled and said, “A+”

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