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Ch1- The Encounter.

They say if you stare at something for too long it breaks. I definitely hope not because I had been staring at this guy for at least over 5 minutes. Food stuffed in my mouth. God’s grace he didn’t notice me gawking at him. I sat there behind the plant poking my head out just out of his sight but he just within mine.

My words can’t even begin to describe him. You know how everyone keeps saying ‘he was the most beautiful specimen on earth’ and blah blah all that nonsense. Beautiful would be an understatement. He was PERFECTION personified.

I’ve seen a LOT of guys and I mean a LOT, there was something about this one that was different. The way his hair softly fell over his forehead and rest into a short spike. When he moved it would gently get disarrayed. With a flick it’d be back to its usual perfectness. His face clear as the sky, Stark contrast against his black hair. The heavy eyebrows that highlighted his crystal blue eyes. Even the oceans would be jealous of his eyes. I could swim in them all day.

“I get it he’s hot, now stop staring before he realizes,” Chimed the strawberry sweet voice next to my ear.

I broke my medusa stare and turned to face her. I was hot and pretty sure I was pink with embarrassment. I smiled geekily showing my teeth.

“You are so cute when you are embarrassed!” She said again. “Yeeessss Toria!” I whined, “You never let me forget it.” I’d like to say I was popular, but I was not. I might have some looks but not enough to gain any formidable reputation. I was just the guy who’d walk around with his head stuck in his textbook. Toria was my best and only friend in this college, and it’s almost been a year since I joined. Just guess no one likes the transfer student.

And sadly the god I was looking at was out of bounds. He was the typical stereotype. Hot guy -blond bimbo cheerleader girlfriend, college heart throb, smart (at least he seemed so…. I tend to think Every good looking guy is smart, an inherent weirdness I posses. ), cute, funny etc. And this would have been the typical Story. Girl falls for heart throb, goes out realizes that best friend is the one that she truly loves……. Only I’m a guy. And that doesn’t happen in the gay kingdom. We just have a lot of dreamers who are lonely who have nothing but hand, tool, and pen and paper…… Me an example.

Anyways so there I am already weighing out the pros and cons of the whole situation. Damn my overly analytical mind. Toria sat there staring at me before she grinned and giggled.

“What?” I scowled.

“Nothing just that Mr Hottie is walking this way,” Toria blushed.

“Ah you are so cute when you are embarrassed,” I mimicked her in an overly shrill tone and her face wiped its smile off instantaneously.

“Do you even know his name?” She asked looking down as if she’d achieved something.

“Shite! I actually ……..do it’s Christian Trey – computer and statistics major. 19 years old.” I said proudly sticking my tongue out.

“You stalker!” She mocked.

“Honey you ain’t seen nothing yet! ” I hummed imitating some chick we’d seen on TV the day before.

I was a transfer student, geology major and Toria was the first and perhaps the only person who decided to talk to me. She was what we call EEE (electronic electrical engineering).

Honestly I don’t know what she was doing with a gay guy like me. First off I wasn’t hot or anything I was just smart. No not glasses and freakishly high pants etc just what you’d call blessed. Toria on the other hand was drop dead gorgeous. She was one of the hottest brunettes I’ve seen in this place since I came two months back. She could get any guy she wanted at the drop of a hat.

Sometimes I’d like to think she likes me….. You know more than friends. I know it’s weird but hey….. The mind wanders…….

Actually coming to think of it I really didn’t understand why I hadn’t noticed Chris till now. Maybe I needed glasses?! But even without I would have noticed him from the moon and after quite a bit of snooping around, I found out he was a regular student who lives off campus.

“You know, if I ever get to him and we have sex, I’ll let you come for a threesome,” She winked and licked her spoon so seductively that it almost made even me horny.

“Ha-ha very funny…… And if I ever have sex with him I’m not going to invite you for anything!” I winked.

“Ok he’s coming this way!” She squealed. And then it happened. He went by us. I could smell him, only a foot away from me. The strong masking smell of his scent , His confident walk. Everything about him turned me on. And I couldn’t keep my eyes off him.

Toria flashed him a smile and then she giggled. “What happened?” I asked her.

“He SMILED at ME!” She flushed.

” You know you can get him without even lifting a finger and besides he smiles at everyone.” I was being genuine. “Ok see I’m going to smile at him to prove it.”

It was just a smile no big deal. My heart was racing. Çankaya Escort I think I was sweating. My hands were cold.5 feet and reducing. I looked at him straight and flashed a bright smile.

IGNORED! What a jerk. I had half a mind to go over and punch him and then eat him. Devour him till I was satisfied.

“Ok well you were right he is a snob!” I huffed. She was well beaming. She turned her face towards his table and looked over.

“He’s looking at me!” She squealed again. She was acting like a girl who had just seen Justin Beiber. Screeching for some GUY.

“I don’t care he’s an effing loser,” I whined. She looked at him and winked and then blew a kiss. That was all it took. Chris stood up and walked towards us. He sat down at the vacant chair at our table.

“I couldn’t help but notice you over here,” He was talking directly to Toria. I wasn’t even in the picture at the moment.

But what a voice. It was like music to my ears. And the way he spoke. So courteous ,so chivalric. This was the first time I saw him up close.

This was the first time I saw PERFECTION up close and I liked it.

“Hi, hi helloooooooooo!” He said again. It was only then that I realized he was talking to I my mouth open wide. I managed to shut it. “Uh hi yourself.” I said nonchalantly. I was trying to be cool. What was I doing I was acting like such a bitch. Hi yourself? I mean who says that anymore?

“I know you’re pissed but I’m sorry to steal this fine lady from you,” He bent and kissed her hand.

What I’d do to have those lips on myself. To feel them with my own. So stare at that face till my eyes watered. Sadly it wasn’t going to happen.

It’s said right when your friend does bad you feel bad for them, but when he or she does better than you, you feel miserable. That’s how I felt. Miserable.

“Sure,” I managed to croak out.

They got up and walked away. I hated to admit it but they made a PERFECT couple look wise that is. The next half an hour I sat alone and pondered over the whole event. That sure wasn’t helping me get my mind off him.

The rest of the day was uneventful and I went about with my usual schedule of classes. Nothing exciting, nothing interesting. It seemed hopeless. I couldn’t think of anyone else. His voice rolled around in my ears till it seeped into my brain.

That night I met Toria for dinner. And I know what you are thinking. Why the hell is he bugging the poor girl? And I agree I thought the same. So I decided I’ll skip the entire topic of Christian.

“Hey how was your date?” I blurted out. Wow my plan wasn’t going well. Besides I didn’t know any other conversation starter.

It was fun. Chris is a really nice guy. I mean LOOK at him!” She said, her eyes glistened as she spoke.

Just then Chris walked to our table and sat down. Boy if I had complained that I had never seen him before, I must seem like a kid because I saw him everywhere now. I looked at him flabbergasted. My mouth dropped. You see I tend to do these kinds of things. Mostly embarrass me…….I took it all in. CHRISTIAN TREY was sitting at OUR table with ME!

I looked at him, my mouth half open. Once again I was awestruck by his magnificence. It was just the way he carried himself. He didn’t seem the least bit perturbed by my incessant staring. He looked at me smiled and said, “I hope its ok, and Toria invited me for dinner.” Well what could I say .No you can’t because you make my jaw drop every time I see you. Instead I wired myself to feel happy for Toria.

“No its fine nice to have someone other than this irritating one to talk to.” I pointed at Toria and winked.

She blushed and we all started to laugh. And as the laughter subsided, it was replaced by still desolation. It was more of an awkward silence. I saw Toria look around nervously to pick up on some conversation topic. I think she was sweating, but then again maybe perfection was taking its toll on me.

“So I hear you are a comp stat major?” I said finally trying to break the silence. Well leave it up to me, Mr BORING to bring up some boring topic about college. Gosh I felt pathetic.

“Well yes, it isn’t that interesting.” He said calmly, clearly uncomfortable by the awkwardness that we were engulfed in. Once again……. SILENCE. This time it was deafening.

I thought of striking up some conversation about football. I mean isn’t that what jocks do ram their heads into each other and talk about football?

“So you’re in the tennis team?” I said purposefully hoping my reverse psychology would work.

“Eh no I’m on the football team. I’m the quarter back.” He said after chewing down a spoonful of salad.

Typical. Quarterback. God why was I falling for him? His non-spokeness was bugging me and I couldn’t help notice that all Toria was doing was staring at him, while I looked like the desperate fool trying to talk him. Chris’s eyes would occasionally dart towards her and his ears would Keçiören Escort turn pink.

I stuffed down the last of my meal and got up. “Hey I have to go lots to study.” I just really needed to get out of there. I couldn’t handle it. He was a man of little words and we didn’t have anything to talk about. It was the worst combination ever. I turned around before leaving the dining room. Toria and he were in the midst of a heated make out session. It seemed as if I’d waited any longer they would have been having sex.

I walked away and ran to my room. At least one thing I wouldn’t have to see him for another two days. It was Friday and I was headed off to my aunt’s house. We had a long weekend with no exams or anything nearby. I must’ve really seemed like an idiot saying that I needed to study on a Friday night.

I unlocked the room to see m roommate fast asleep stark naked on top of the sheets .Id seen him like this a million times already .Probably drunk form the afternoon. It was a usual Friday phenomenon.

I sighed.

It was 6AM when I woke up the next day. I packed my stuff and made my weekly pilgrimage to my aunt’s house. It was a 40 minute drive from campus. But since I didn’t have a car, it usually took me an hour or so to reach there by bus.

I walked over to the deserted grounds except for the joggers and athletic personnel. I walked out of the gate and to the bus stop. I was ten minutes in waiting when someone honked from my right. I almost jumped and swivelled around to see a shiny silver ford pull up beside me at the deserted bus stop. The person inside rolled down his window and I almost gasped.

I know what you guys are thinking it was Christian, but NO, it wasn’t. You guys are hopeless romantics. Ok fine at the back of my mind even I secretly wished just for a second it was him.

Besides my life isn’t that happening? I’m not boring but not really fun unless drunk. I turned toward the driver’s window and peered into it. Out popped a head. “Hi do you need a lift?” It was a guy named Stan …… Stanley Edmund.

Yes I wasn’t his friend if that’s what you’re thinking. He was in my topo class. You can say he was……….cute. I mean nothing like Christian but completely different in a good way. This was the kind of guy that one could really fall in love with.

I never really noticed him to be honest. And I know I sound conceited, but the only person I could think of was humping my best friend.

“Umm I’m going to 47 the Weston towers Stryker avenue.” I announced I wasn’t actually but I couldn’t tell him the real address. I had never met him before ever.

“I can drop you of you want I’m heading that way too,” He smiled. Yes he was cute. You know really cute.

And maybe for just a second my mind wandered off Chris and drifted in this direction. Gone are the days when Studying were my only concerns. We were so naive then. I missed those days. I graciously accepted the invitation after much rebuttal and quickly slipped into the passenger seat. I only stared occasionally but otherwise the trip was the usual, boring. We didn’t talk but it wasn’t awkward it was just as if we were enjoying the morning weather.

“So where are you headed?” I asked finally breaking the silence my words cut through the morning stillness. “And thanks for the ride.”

“My pleasure.” He smiled and winked. My heart melted for a second, ” well my parents own an estate a couple of miles from where I’m dropping you so I decided I’ll bunk there because it’s only a couple of days till thanksgiving anyways.”

I hadn’t thought about that. Actually I hadn’t thought about anything other than Christian the whole way. I know some people are pissed at me being like this ungrateful with a cute guy in the car but my mind wasn’t under my control.

No matter how much I distracted myself I’d always go back to thinking about his perfectness. It was like a drug. My addiction, thinking about him. The more I thought about it the more I began to feel like a character from twilight. I mean I wasn’t so overdramatic was I?

10min in and we were outside the false address I gave him. He dropped me off. I bid my thanks and walked into the building and as he sped off I walked out and a block away I rang the door bell of my aunt’s house.

With my parents in a different state and all having a relative near where you go to college is really convenient. But it was more than Convenience with my aunt. She was hands down one of the best people I had ever met.

She was a tall woman with glasses and a big smile. She had an independent house here in St. Paul. My college in Minneapolis.

She opened the door and hugged me and I went in and dropped my bags near the door.

It was about 7AM and she had already made breakfast. We sat at the dining table and ate the hearty feast that she prepared. She was alone at home as both her kids were married and moved out.

“So how has college been?” she Etimesgut Escort asked smiling.

“It’s been good! Exams start only in Jan so I’m quite free till then!” I said relief in my voice.

The usual deal with us was that I’d help her with anything she needed to do like cooking- I loved to cook , cleaning the room which I now called mine -I didn’t like cleaning that much but I could handle it.

I’d held her getting acquainted with her laptop etc. It was fun especially since there was no tension of exams.

“Jake are you going back on Monday?” She asked casually.

“Yes I was thinking so.” I replied slurping my Chocos from the bowl.

“Well you know thanksgiving is next week and if you don’t have anything going on in school you should stay the week.” She said as a matter of fact-ly.

“Yea but I’ll still go on Monday to pick up some books I brought just one.” I smiled.

After dinner was over, I went up to my room and unpacked my clothes. I had a shower and went down to see if aunt Berne needed any help.

She asked me to accompany her to the supermarket to help her get groceries. I saw the list on the kitchen counter…….this was going to be a long grocery shopping. She threw me the car keys. Well I knew how to drive; I just didn’t have a car. And we drove slowly towards the supermarket a couple of blocks down.

We were a block down when I noticed something or rather someone entering a building. Not any building that very building which I lied that I lived in. And that somebody was CHRISTIAN TREY ok I know it seems predictable. But it was really true.

I jerked my head sideways to see if it was really him. In doing that I lost focus on the road and the car swivelled. We almost hit a pole before I realized what had happened. And though I didn’t manage to see if it was him I at least knew where to go if I ever wanted to pursue finding him.

I turned to aunt Berne. For a minute in the excitement I almost forgot she was there and I almost stopped the car to jump out and chase after him.

She had a -just a near death look on her face. Ok she was mortified. It was a straight road and she thought I fell asleep. So I rolled with it what I was going to tell her. The guy I like lives in that building.

“Maybe shopping for groceries will wake me up.” I lied. I was wide awake and rather over active. I couldn’t keep my mind on the road and when we reached the supermarket finally I was relieved. I tore half the list and we set out on two different shopping carts gathering up the requirements. I actually love shopping it invigorates me. I have all the energy in the world to do it. Ok you see I like to give my titbits of criticism.

And I’m good at it. How else do you think my sister got through middle school without being a loser? Ok other than the fact that I was popular in my school.

An hour later walking endlessly, I headed back towards the billing counters searching for aunt Berne. It was then that I saw HIM again. Clad in a casual tight skin hugging shirt and plain black jeans. My jaw dropped again. The way his shirt clung to his body. It highlighted every inch of his chest. His jeans hung low over his small waist. Just enough to see his boxers from below his shirt. Hands in his pockets casually looking around.

I shut my mouth and headed down the farthest aisle. I had the perfect plan. I pulled out my phone and idly pressed some buttons. With the cart in one hand I began down the aisle at the front of whose was Chris.

I walked slowly yet casually. I knew everything happening around me. It seemed like my senses had sharpened. By breaths became shallower. And my heart pounded in my chest. I could hear it thudding in my ear.

I slowed down nearing the opening. I could see him clearly now. It was Christian Trey. Here. In the supermarket that I was shopping in. He was still staring at something on top of one of the isles. I looked up to see him staring at a huge poster girl for vogue.

My heart sank. I wanted to turn and run. Instead I headed on faster. I was going to MAKE him notice me.

I moved faster, continuously hitting button on my phone. My fingers belting out the fury in my mind. I dashed into him. And the sack of rice on the open tray at the bottom do the cart fell off. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry!” I said looking up from my phone. As if this was not anticipated. He was rubbing his side where I hit him.

“Christian Trey?!” I said putting up my shocked voice. It was slightly shrill and a normal person would have figured it out, but he seemed oblivious to my fake-ness.

“Jake……from the university,” He said his voice tinged with a little pain.

Well at least he remembered me. I mean how couldn’t he, we had met YESTERDAY and he stole my best friend. Suddenly all the anger melted away and I was replaced with the same ache in the stomach the one that I got when I saw him yesterday.

“Hey its ok you didn’t hit me that bad,” He lifted up his shirt to show his side. There was nothing. But the sight instantly aroused me. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. His skin was perfect and his body was so toned the abs itching to be seen.

His musculature gleaming in the light of the supermarket. I remembered every detail even now. I lifted my gaze to see him. He hadn’t noticed me staring at him. Thank god.

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TOME XIII

Le supplice de Lola continue

Le Maître ouvrit la porte de la chambre alors que Lola sortait doucement de son sommeil. Il tenait dans ses mains un plateau qu’il déposa au bout du lit.

« Allez salope, tu manges, tu prends une douche et traîne pas surtout, la journée sera longue. Et n’oublies pas de te maquiller outrageusement.»

Lola prit le plateau et commença à manger. Dix minutes plus tard Lola se leva et prit une douche revigorante. Lola ouvrit la porte et demanda au Maître comment elle devait s’habiller. Le Maître lui tira le bras :

« Tu es là pour divertir les cadres de Monsieur Yamamoto, donc tu n’as pas besoin d’habits, salope. »

Lola suivit le Maître. Elle reconnut la salle de réception de la veille. Les hommes qu’elle avait sucés la veille étaient attablés et prenaient leur petit-déjeuner. Lola et le Maître Shibari montèrent sur l’estrade. Un portique était installé sur la scène. Le Maître guida Lola sous le portique lui demanda de se mettre au sol sur le ventre jambes repliées sur celui-ci. Le Maître opéra alors un bondage en ligotant ses jambes et reliant les cordes sur son torse. A l’aide d’une télécommande, le Maître fit descendre deux chaînes et les relia à deux endroits différents du bondage. Lola s’éleva doucement dans les airs. Elle sentit alors sa chatte s’humidifier et son anus s’ouvrir lentement. Lorsqu’elle fut au niveau du visage du maître, celui-ci lui posa un ball-gag formé d’un anneau qui lia derrière la tête de Lola. De la salive commença alors à former un filet qui tomba lentement vers le plancher de l’estrade. Les cadres de l’entreprise japonaise regardaient Lola geindre dans ses cordes. Le maître Shibari faisait tourner de temps en temps les chaînes pour que les convives puissent voir Lola sous différents angles. Certains quittaient leur table pour prendre quelques clichés avec leur portable dernier cri.

Monsieur Yamamoto monta sur l’estrade et prit le micro :

« Mes chers collaborateurs, vous avez tiré ce matin un numéro. Celui-ci est votre ordre de passage. Lola, que vous connaissez déjà par ses talents de suceuse de queues, surtout les vôtres!!!!, sera maintenant à votre disposition. Je vous ai déposé quelques petits ustensiles pour lui prouver qui est le Maître à bord…. Messieurs! Je vous en prie! Que celui qui a tiré le numéro 1 vienne sur l’estrade et se serve. Et pas plus de 1 coup. »

Le cadre qui avait tiré le numéro 1 se leva de table et monta sur l’estrade. Monsieur Yamamoto parla discrètement à l’oreille de son collaborateur qui acquiesça d’un signe de tête. Son patron s’éclipsa pour s’assoir dans un coin de la scène et être aux premières loges pour observer Lola être soumise à ses nombreux collaborateurs.

Le cadre s’approcha de Lola qui présentait ses attraits largement ouverts, une chatte lourdement annelée et une paire de fesses qui invitaient au sexe sans limites…Il dégrafa son pantalon qui tomba à ses pieds, baissa son caleçon et enfourna son sexe tendu dans l’anus ouvert de Lola qui grommela dans son ball-gag. Le cadre limait sans vergogne le cul de Lola. Les anneaux de ses lèvres cliquetaient sous les assauts de l’homme. Il déchargea dans un râle continu et laissa ramollir son sexe avant de le sortir du fondement de Lola. Le cadre se rhabilla et prit alors la cravache qui se trouvait dans un carcan en cuir. Il leva le bras et la cravache s’abattit sur les fesses suivi d’un cri étouffé. Une trace rouge zébra les fesses de Lola qui éructait bruyamment l’air de ses poumons pour atténuer la douleur qui lui montait au cerveau, ce cerveau qui lui annonçait que chaque convive allait l’enculer et lui battre les fesses…

Le second cadre monta les marches d’escalier après avoir salué son collègue comme l’aurait fait un samouraï. Il se passa la langue sur la lèvre inférieure en voyant cette paire de fesses zébrée et cet anus luisant qui palpitait de temps à autre. Il descendit sa braguette et se positionna derrière Lola pour lui pénétrer le cul. Une fois sa sodomie terminée, le cadre prit en main un martinet à neuf brins et asséna un violent coup dans un mouvement de bas en haut atteignant la chatte de Lola qui hurla dans son bâillon. Sous la douleur son anus s’ouvrit et du sperme coula pour tomber sur le sol.

Le troisième cadre arriva alors sur l’estrade. Le ballet ne faisait que commencer.

Lorsque le dernier cadre cravacha les fesses de Lola, elle n’était plus qu’une loque qui se balançait au bout de ses deux chaînes. Un filet de sperme coulait de son cul et une énorme flaque de sperme se trouvait sur le sol de l’estrade. Le Maître Shibari descendit le corps de Lola au sol et le délia de ses cordes. Il releva le corps de la pauvre Lola et la conduisit vers sa chambre. Il enduisit les fesses de Lola d’un onguent et toutes les parties du corps qui avaient essuyées les coups de la part des cadres.

Pendant ce temps, au manoir, Maître Alexandre était au téléphone avec un homme qui souhaitaient louer Sweet Pussy et N°1.

Les deux esclaves, quant à elles, étaient sur leur traditionnelle chaise et travaillaient l’élasticité de leur cul et de leur chatte à une exception prêt. Elles n’étaient pas liées à la chaise, Momo et beşevler escort Adil les coachaient au rythme d’une musique africaine. Elles devaient monter et descendre sur les plugs métalliques. Les muscles de leurs bras et de leurs cuisses se contractaient lorsque leurs orifices montaient sur la longueur du plug. Depuis plusieurs jours, elles avaient une heure d’entraînement matin et soir sur cette chaise. Et on commençaient à voir saillir leurs muscles fessiers et leurs biceps. Lola aussi avait commencé cet entraînement mais il avait été interrompu par son « prêt » à l’industriel japonais.

« Bonjour Monsieur. »

« Bonjour. J’ai vu sur votre site internet vos trois gonzesses à louer. c’est combien pour une journée? Et elles font vraiment tout ce qu’elles ont dit dans l’annonce? »

« Oui Monsieur, la fille est à 2000€ la journée et elles font tout ce que vous leur demanderez, je vous le garantis à 100%. »

« Houlà , ça fait cher pour une journée!Et si je vous prends les deux, vous me faîtes un prix? »

« Bon, si vous prenez les deux en même temps, je vous les fais à 3500€ la journée. »

« Ok, je vous prends les deux alors mais vous me les amenez vous -même à la résidence. Je les voudrais demain mercredi. »

« Où habitez-vous Monsieur, j’espère que ce n’est pas trop loin. Donnez-moi votre adresse et je serai à votre porte à 09h00 mercredi. Vous les aurez jusqu’au lendemain 09h00. »

« Ce n’est qu’à une quinzaine de kilomètres de Liège dans la forêt ardennaise. Je réside à WEGIMONT, chaussée de Wégimont, vous ne pourrez pas rater ma résidence….c’est le château de Wégimont. »

« Oh, pardonnez-moi Monsieur de Wégimont. A demain. »

Maître Alexandre raccrocha et se rendit au sous-sol. Il pénétra dans le donjon souterrain que Maître Tumba avait aménagé. Il vit alors un spectacle qui le stoppa net. Momo et Adil besognaient Sweet Pussy, Mondher et Auguste s’occupaient de N°1. Les deux esclaves avaient le cul et le sexe comblés par les mandrins de bonnes dimensions. Elles étaient secouées comme des cocotiers. Les six corps étaient en sueur sous l’effort sexuel. De temps à autre, Adil fessait Sweet Pussy en entrant sa bite dans l’anus de l’esclave alors que Momo lui pinçait les tétons. Sweet Pussy jouissait de plaisir car une flaque de cyprine se trouvait au sol, elle criait aussi de douleur.

« Putain, elle coule de la chatte cette salope, elle me mouille les cuisses. »

« Hum, hum…. »

« Ca va chef! » Dit Momo tout en limant le sexe de Sweet Pussy.

« Finissez vite car elles partent en location demain pour une journée alors il faut qu’elles se préparent. »

« Ok chef. Laissez-nous encore quelques minutes pour bien les baiser et on vous les laisse. »

Les deux corps tatoués sursautaient toujours sous les assauts des quatre sexes qui entraient et sortaient des orifices de Sweet Pussy et de N°1. Maître Alexandre sortit de la pièce et en profita pour fumer un cigare, appuyé sur le mur du couloir écoutant ses deux esclaves ahaner de plaisir pendant les allers et retours des sexes dans leur trous.

Maître Alexandre entendit la jouissance des quatre blacks et les cris des deux femmes. Les corps se désaccouplèrent. Maître Alexandre vit passer ses quatre sbires devant lui se rhabillant tout en parlant d’aller boire une bière après une telle partie de baise. Sweet Pussy et N°1 passèrent la porte. Maître Alexandre stoppa leur pas.

« Contre le mur, les mains sur la tête. »

Sweet Pussy et N°1 obtempérèrent.

« Humm, pas mal ces muscles. »

Maître Alexandre pris entre ses doigts les tétons de Sweet Pussy qui essaya d’amoindrir la douleur qui lui traversait le corps en se mettant sur la pointe des pieds.

« Demain vous partez toutes les deux pour une journée chez un bourgeois en mal de sexe. Je compte sur vous pour donner le maximum et vous faîtes tout ce qu’il demande. Compris!!! »

« Oui, Maître…hiiiiiiii. » fit Sweet Pussy en crispant les traits de son visage sous la douleur.

« A genoux toutes les deux. Sucez-moi la queue. »

Sweet Pussy et N°1 s’agenouillèrent et baissèrent le pantalon de leur Maître. Elles sortirent un sexe tendu comme un arc qu’elles léchèrent avidement. Maître Alexandre était aux anges et souriait tout en tirant sur son cigare. Les deux esclaves faisaient glisser leur langue piercée sur toute la longueur de la bite. Chacun leur tour elles embouchaient le sexe de leur Maître qui les regardait le satisfaire. Elles titillaient le gland en s’embrassant ce qui ravissait leur Maître. Leurs mains expertes branlaient aussi la verge qui gonfla encore un peu plus et des salves de spermes giclèrent sur les deux langues.

« Embrassez-vous et avalez. »

Les deux esclaves s’embrassèrent et avalèrent le sperme de leur Maître. Elles commencèrent à se toucher les seins, leurs mains glissèrent vers leur chatte annelée. Sweet Pussy enfonça ses doigts dans le sexe de N°1.

« Stop. » dit Maître Alexandre qui les arrêta dans leur étreinte effrénée.

« Il faut vous reposer car demain vous aurez une grosse journée. Allez, repos et au pieu. »

Les deux esclaves se levèrent, cebeci escort frustrées mais résignées.

Séance particulière chez un bourgeois

A 07h00, le réveil sonna pour sortir les deux esclaves des bras de Morphée, elles se dirigèrent vers la cuisine. Un copieux petit déjeuner les attendait sur la table de la cuisine.

Elles engloutirent la nourriture et finirent en buvant un bon jus d’orange.

« Allez à la douche, je prépare vos affaires. Pas de papouilles on a de la route. »

Lorsqu’elles sortirent de la douche, leurs affaires étaient prêtes sur les chaises. Elles se séchèrent, se maquillèrent. Sweet Pussy se vêtit de sa combinaison mauve semi-transparante. Elle passa ses pieds dans la combinaison, puis le haut de son corps. Elle prit son sein gauche pour le passer dans l’ouverture pratiquée à cet effet. L’ouverture renforcée par une tube collé sous le latex était plus petite que le diamètre de son sein et Sweet Pussy dut poussersur son sein et tirer en même temps sur le latex pour faire passer son énorme sein au travers de l’ouverture de sa combinaison. Une fois les bras passés, elle prit le cordon pour tirer sur lea fermeture éclair.Elle se chaussa enfin de boots compensés à talons vertigineux, et d’une cape.

« Il n’y a pas de masque Maître? » Demanda N°1.

« Non, je désire que le client voit votre beau diadème sur le front. »

N°1 et Sweet Pussy passèrent devant leur coiffeuse et mirent la dernière touche finale à leur beauté en tirant sur le tube en latex pour tendre leur natte. Sweet Pussy avait toujours gardé la dernière coiffure que lui avait fait Maîtresse Aurore. Elle tira sur ses trente nattes une à une et prit une paire de ciseaux pour égaliser les pointes.

Maître Alexandre entra dans la chambre.

« Montrez-moi ça. »

D’un mouvement ample de ses bras, Sweet Pussy écarta les deux pans de sa cape et dévoila alors son corps moulé dans sa combinaison latex.

Les ouvertures de sa combinaison permettaient de voir les énormes seins annelés de Sweet Pussy. Sa chatte aussi étaient visibles. Maître Alexandre lui fit signe de l’index d’avancer. Et c’est dans un cliquetis d’anneaux qu’avança l’esclave les bras sur les hanches, le regard altier comme celui d’un mannequin, ce qui fit sourire Maître Alexandre et le fit applaudir.

Elles sortirent du manoir suivies par Maître Alexandre et montèrent dans le fourgon avec Momo au volant.

« Allez Momo en route pour Wégimont. »

Le fourgon démarra en direction du château de Wégimont. Trente minutes plus tard, le fourgon passa la grille du château et se stationna devant le perron. Le Maître des lieux descendit les quelques marches pour accueillir son partenaire.

Maître Alexandre descendit du fourgon et ouvrit la porte à ses esclaves. Sweet Pussy et N°1 apparurent alors aux yeux de Monsieur de Wégimont.

« Waouhh, superbe vos putes! Quelles paires de nibards et leurs piercings…Génial. »

Après les quelques formalités d’usages, Monsieur de Wégimont tendit une enveloppe à Maître Alexandre.

« Eh bien, je pense que tout est en ordre Monsieur de Wégimont. Bon amusement. Vous pouvez les utiliser comme bon vous semble mais pas de marque permanentes. A demain même heure. »

Les deux esclaves montèrent le perron et disparurent de la vue de Maître Alexandre qui monta dans le fourgon. Leur cape en latex flottait au vent. Momo démarra, le fourgon sortit de l’enceinte du château.

Sweet Pussy et N°1 pénétrèrent dans une sorte de grand salon meublé de plusieurs sofa et armoires. Au fond de la pièce se trouvait une estrade sur laquelle trônaient une croix de Saint André fixée au mur, des bancs, plusieurs chaînes descendaient du plafond et d’autres engins de torture qui ne laissaient aucun doute sur le programme de la journée de Sweet Pussy et N°1.

« Nos invités ne vont pas tarder à arriver. Vous avez à votre disposition une pièce toute équipée qui vous permettra de vous changer. Vous trouverez donc des affaires pour aguicher mes invités. Allez hop, hop, hop. Je viendrai vous chercher.» Fit Monsieur de Wégimont en tapotant les fesses des deux femmes.

Sweet Pussy et N°1 se dirigèrent vers une porte désignée de l’index par Monsieur de Wégimont, porte située au fond de la scène. Elles découvrirent une chambre équipée pour la beauté de la femme : coiffeuse, douche, dressing, trousse de maquillage, différentes perruques, mais aussi des dizaines de plugs et autres ustensiles sexuels accrochés au mur, près du lit.

Deux costumes d’écolière et deux perruques rose pendaient à une patère et deux paires de babies à semelles compensées avec de hautes chaussettes blanches indiquaient ce qu’elles devraient porter pour aguicher les invités de leur Maître du jour. Elles ôtèrent leurs capes, bottes et combinaisons pour enfiler leur costume d’écolière. Elles attendirent alors que le Maître des lieux daigne venir les chercher. Des voix sourdes venant du grand salon brisaient le silence de la chambre.

Monsieur de Wégimont ouvrit la porte et leur demanda de sortir. C’est sous un tonnerre d’applaudissement que les deux écolières firent leur entrée dans le grand kolej escort salon. Des hommes et des femmes étaient affalés sur les sofas. Des serveuses versaient du champagne dans des coupes et d’autres passaient avec un plateau à la main et proposaient une coupe aux invités. Sweet Pussy et N°1 ne savaient que faire et attendaient les ordres du châtelain. Il leur intima l’ordre de le suivre et elles furent présentées par le Maître de cérémonie.

« Qui veut être le ou la première à goûter à leurs charmes? »

De nombreuses mains se levèrent mais c’est un couple tout de cuir vêtu qui eut le privilège d’être les premiers à bénéficier des faveurs des deux esclaves.

« Les heureux gagnants sont Gabriel et Natacha.

Les deux écolières descendirent de la scène et allèrent retrouver leurs premiers clients. Le couple souriait à l’approche des esclaves, ce qui rassura Sweet Pussy et N°1 mais ce rire disparut bien vite pour laisser place à deux visages menaçants…

« A genoux les deux putes, mains sur la tête, et on cambre son dos. » Dit la femme en se levant.

Natacha portait une mini-jupe en cuir, un blouson type motard avec des chaînes sur un tee-shirt noir d’un groupe de métal et des santiags avec une pointe métallique. Elle passa derrière les deux filles. Elle pouvait apercevoir la naissance de leurs fesses. Natacha passa sa botte sous la croupe de Sweet Pussy qui sentit le bout métallique toucher son anus et glisser vers les lèvres de sa chatte. Les anneaux tintèrent sur le bout métallique de la botte.

« Ohhh, tu as les lèvres annelées salope. »

« Oui Madame. »

Elle poussa du pied Sweet Pussy qui s’affala sur le sofa et montra alors complètement ses fesses. N°1 fut aussi positionnée de la même manière. Les deux croupes étaient apparentes. Le châtelain amena une énorme suitcase près du couple. Gabriel se retrouva entre les deux esclaves.

« Sucez-lui la bite. » Dit Natacha, qui se dirigeait vers la valise.

Sweet Pussy dégrafa le pantalon en cuir de l’homme et en le baissant sortit un organe déjà bien gonflé. Sweet Pussy emboucha la bite de Gabriel, N°1 la regardait avec envie et poussa Sweet Pussy pour sucer à son tour la bite de l’homme.

Pendant ce temps, la femme sortit de la valise un énorme gode ceinture qu’elle attacha autour de sa taille. Elle se saisit d’un pot de gel et lubrifia abondamment le gode. Pendant que Sweet Pussy avait la bite en bouche, la femme se positionna derrière elle pointa le gode sur l’anus qui bougait devant elle. La femme poussa son gode le tenant avec ses mains dans les entrailles de Sweet Pussy. Lorsque le gode transperça les sphincters, Sweet Pussy ouvrit grand les yeux alors qu’elle avait la bouche pleine de chair. Ses yeux se révulsèrent sous l’intromission. Natacha poussa encore pour enfoncer son gode jusqu’à la garde et posa ses mains sur les hanches de Sweet Pussy.

« On va bien vous préparer pour la suite, vous allez en bouffer de la chatte et de la bite par tous les trous. »

Natacha fit coulisser le gode dans le fondement de Sweet Pussy et commença les allers et retours. Puis elle sortit le gode sans ménagement et se positionna derrière les fesses de N°1.Le trou du cul de Sweet Pussy restait ouvert après une telle première sodomie. Du gel coulait lentement de l’anus de Sweet Pussy vers ses lèvres annelées. Natacha poussa d’une seule traite et N°1 hurla sous l’intromission. Natacha travailla des hanches pour sodomiser l’anus de N°1 et le dilater pour la suite des festivités.

Gabriel soufflait bruyamment, l’orgasme arrivant. Les langues de Sweet Pussy et de N°1 montaient et descendaient sur la tige de chair d’où gicla des salves de sperme blanchâtre qui furent de suite léchées et aspirées par les deux bouches avides de sperme. Lorsque les deux esclaves eurent finies de lécher et de nettoyer méticuleusement la bite, Natacha tira les deux nattes pour leur lever la tête. Les autres convives regardaient ce spectacle sexuel avec avidité. Gabriel se leva et deux mâles, nus, prirent place dans le divan. Natacha relacha les deux nattes et les esclaves se saisirent des bites dressées qu’elles avaient sous les yeux. Deux autres invités se désapèrent rapidement pour ne pas laisser ces deux culs sans chibre. Les mâles en rut pénétrèrent les deux esclaves sans ménagement et les pilonnèrent rapidement. Parfois une main claquait leurs fesses.

Deux paires de mains se saisirent de Sweet Pussy et N°1 pour les emmener vers la scène. Les deux esclaves furent attachées sur les bancs, les fesses bien en évidence, les bras derrière le dos, leurs gros seins bondagés par des cordes, un anneau buccal dans la bouche. Une chaise fut installée devant leur tête. Deux femmes s’installèrent sur les chaises et relèvrent leur robe du soir et présentèrent à Sweet Pussy et N°1 leur sexe à déguster. Sweet Pussy vit alors une chatte annelée aux petites lèvres et au capuchon à quelques centimètres de sa langue. Sweet Pussy tira la langue au travers de l’anneau buccal et lécha les lèvres piercées de la femme. N°1 vit aussi le sexe d’une femme s’approcher de son visage. Deux hommes arrivèrent et plantèrent leur bite dans le cul des deux esclaves. Les deux hommes changeaient parfois d’orifice pour se délecter de leur écrin d’amour. Sous les caresses buccales des deux esclaves, les femmes jouirent bruyamment. La chatte léchées par N°1 coula abondamment et la femme bloqua la tête pour qu’elle boit sa jouissance. Les deux hommes ne furent pas en reste et éjaculèrent dans le fondement qu’ils enculaient.

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The eighteen wheeler in front of me had shown symptoms of irregular driving, and I was just contemplating whether to drop the speed to stay back even more. It was raining so heavily it was nearly dark. My attention never would have wandered so far to the edge of the road, if the truck hadn’t deliberately swerved to the side to hit a large puddle, splashing someone who jumped back but nevertheless got soaked. Without thinking much, I hit my flashers, eased off the gas and pressed on the brake.

I had been some hundred yards behind the other truck, but my stopping distance still caused me to pass the hitchhiker. From the mirror I saw a figure throwing something over their shoulder and running towards me. The person clambered up the steep steps and slipped inside the cabin.

It was a young man—a boy, almost. He had tight black jeans, which were hugging his scrawny legs even more tightly now that they were thoroughly wet, and a black hoodie. His hair was also black, plastered to his hollow cheeks and over his eyes. He set a battered guitar case and an army green canvas backpack on the floor.

“Thanks for stopping, man,” he said. He was reserved, like he was half expecting me to tell him to get out again.

“I saw that asshole splash you,” I said.

The hitcher shrugged. “He wasn’t the first one. Didn’t make that much difference with this weather.”

I wondered why he was trying to catch a ride with this relentless rain. What was so urgent he couldn’t wait for the rain to pass?

“Where’re you heading?” I asked. “You’re not underage, are you?”

I still hadn’t started moving. The boy looked at me. “I’m twenty-three.”

“Really? Can I see some ID?”

The boy snorted but reached for his pocket for a thin black leather wallet and showed me a driver’s licence: Benjamin Graham. Judging by the picture, it was probably the same guy, except in the licence photo his eyes were visible. He wasn’t smiling in that one, either. Counting from the date of birth, he really was twenty-three.

“Okay, Benjamin,” I said. I switched the signals to show I was pulling out, kept my eyes on the mirrors, and started to glide forward to join the traffic again. “Where are you headed?”

Benjamin shrugged. “West. Anything helps.”

We were silent for a long moment. That awkwardness was why I usually didn’t pick up hitchhikers. I don’t mind being alone. I don’t need anyone constantly filling the void with chatter. I’m perfectly fine with my own thoughts and whatever is on the radio. The kid didn’t talk, and I fell into my own silence, following the light traffic in the hard rain and listening to the radio with half an ear. Occasionally, I glanced at the boy. I thought that maybe I shouldn’t think of him as a boy—he was an adult, after all. Maybe I should just call him Benjamin. I wondered if he went by Ben. He probably had, growing up at least. How could he not? Now he looked so angsty “Ben” probably wasn’t rugged enough. I guessed he had some cool nickname his friends used.

Benjamin kept staring straight ahead, shivering occasionally. I realized he was cold, being soaking wet like that.

“There’s a towel in the sleeper,” I said. “It’s on a peg on your side. See if you can reach it.”

Benjamin glanced at me, then backwards to the sleeper, and then he unbuckled his seat belt to kneel on the bench to reach for the towel. He dried his hair and wrapped the towel around his shoulders. “Thanks, man.”

“Want me to turn up the heat? You look like you’re freezing.”

Benjamin shrugged, but after a while he said, “That would be nice.”

I cranked up the heat a notch, and we trundled along. I had almost five hours to go before my driving hours were up for the day, and I had a truck stop north of New Orleans planned for my stay for the night. There was a decent diner and the showers were clean enough.

The radio blasted on and the cabin heated up steadily. Rain eased a little when we drove away from Tallahassee, and Benjamin seemed to relax with each mile we put behind us.

Two hours later, I contemplated taking a piss break. There was a shopping center coming up, and I usually stopped there for that particular purpose. Maybe I was starting to get too hung up on my routines. I hadn’t driven that route all that much, but already it felt like the hundredth time.

“Need a pit stop?” I asked Benjamin. “I’ll swing over to the shopping center to take a leak. I’ll continue to New Orleans after, so you can tag along if you want to.”

Benjamin turned his large, dark eyes towards me. His hair had dried up a bit and didn’t cover his eyes as closely as before. He had beautiful eyes: deep brown, with long lashes. “I could shop some, if that’s okay with you,” he said. “And I’d be glad to come along to New Orleans later.”

“Okay, just be quick about it,” I said as I turned on the signal to take the ramp.

“I’ll be back in ten minutes,” the kid promised.

I went to the toilet and bought a large coffee to go. Benjamin had left his stuff in the truck, and I wondered if I would need to wait a long Eryaman Escort time for him to return. I couldn’t bring myself to just dump his stuff and continue. I had barely thought it through when he jogged towards me between the parked cars. He had a pharmacy bag and a bottle of water in hand. He looked somehow different, and it took me a while to put it together. The hoodie he had on was nearly identical to the one he’d had earlier, but that one was completely dry. I had a nagging suspicion the kid had shoplifted it.

We continued in silence. Benjamin glanced at me occasionally but still said nothing. It took him a half an hour of fidgeting to say, “So where are you stopping?”

“North of New Orleans. There’s a truck stop.”

Benjamin nodded. He fidgeted some more and added, “Did you wanna talk about something?”

I glanced at him. He looked back expectantly. “It’s all the same,” I said. “I don’t usually pick up hitchhikers, so I usually drive alone. Not much talking to be done then, either.”

The kid chuckled. He didn’t say anything more. He rummaged around in his backpack, then produced a small notebook and started to scribble in it, his head bowed low. He was cute, curled up like that, holding the book against his knee when he wrote. I wondered if he was interested in men. I knew some truckers picked up hitchhikers hoping to benefit from their gratitude, but I’d never done that. I had enough difficulties finding partners in less haphazard environments, like gay bars.

It was dark when we pulled into the truck stop. A storm was gathering again, but it wasn’t raining yet. I parked at the corner like I usually did, a creature of habit, and turned off the engine. I hesitated, for this was really not my style. For some reason I had taken a liking to the quiet kid and so I asked, “Do you wanna sleep in the truck tonight? It’s not gonna be easy to get a ride in the dark.”

Benjamin tilted his head. “I would like that,” he said. His reply came so fast I could tell he had been thinking about it before I asked. I wondered what, if anything, it meant.

“Okay then,” I said. “I’m gonna eat dinner and take a shower. The washrooms are decent here. Are you gonna tag along?”

I meant I wasn’t going to leave Benjamin in the truck by himself, and he seemed to understand as much. He nodded and climbed out with his backpack. He followed me into the diner tentatively, but came to sit in the same booth. He read the menu carefully, and I guessed he was comparing which would be the best value for the price. He didn’t look like he had much, money-wise.

“The rump steak is good here,” I offered. The kid’s eyes darted to it and then quickly away again, so I added, “Can I buy you one?”

Benjamin looked at me and then at the menu again. There seemed to be some sort of internal dialogue going on, but when the waiter came to their table and I ordered my steak, Benjamin said he would have the same.

My phone rang in the middle of the slightly uncomfortable silence, after ordering and before receiving the drinks.

“Hi, Mom,” I said, and turned to sit sideways. My mom is the mommiest mom of all time, the mother of all mothers. She calls me every day when I’m on the road, just to make sure I’m okay. I pretend to be annoyed that she would insist on coddling a thirty-year-old grown-ass man like that, but to be honest it feels good. It’s been a long while since I’ve been in a steady relationship and having Mom fuss over me makes me feel a little more grounded in the world. I spend so much time on the road alone that I tend to feel a little detached, like I just float around and don’t really belong in the same society as everyone else. Sometimes I feel invisible, like nobody affects me and I affect no one. Mom tends to stop all that and yank me back to reality.

“Yeah,” I said, “I’m in New Orleans. Just waiting for the food.” Mom’s voice filled my ears, following her usual line of questions. “Weather was bad, but the drive was okay, stayed on schedule. Picked up a hitchhiker. No, Mom, he’s not an ax murderer.”

I rolled my eyes in Benjamin’s direction. He gave me a slight smile. I had at least fifty pounds on him, all I would have to do to subdue him was to sit on him and he’d be helpless.

“Look, Mom, I have to go, the food’s coming. Call you tomorrow, okay? Love you, too.”

I put the phone back in my pocket and turned back to the table.

“Sorry about that. My Mom’s the mother hen of all mother hens.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” Benjamin said. There was something he left unsaid, but I didn’t have the skill or the inclination to probe further.

We ate in silence, except for Benjamin admitting, after the first mouthful, that the steak was really good.

After eating, we went to the washroom. There were lockers for valuables, lockable cubicles for changing and showering, and a long row of sinks in front of a mirror. After showering, I was standing by the mirror, brushing my teeth, when the kid emerged from one of the cubicles. He wore a t-shirt Sincan Escort that was sticking to the damp skin of his narrow chest. My gaze swept his skinny arms and noticed there weren’t any needle marks. That was good, at least. Junkies had the tendency to turn into thieves if you were too nice to them.

“You don’t have a towel?” I asked after spitting in the sink. “You should’ve said. I’ve got a spare, I could’ve loaned you.”

“No need,” Benjamin mumbled. “You’ve been kind enough already.”

I shrugged. It was raining by the time we exited the building, and we jogged between the other trucks and climbed quickly inside mine.

My sleeper had a bed four feet wide, but I wasn’t about to sleep next to the kid. The passenger’s seat folded back enough that it was borderline comfortable, and I gave him a spare blanket and pillow. We settled down and listened to the rain hammering on the roof of the cabin. It made a somewhat relaxing background noise, and after browsing my phone for a bit, I thought I’d give up and try to get a good night’s sleep.

I usually took a walk outside before turning in, but since the rain had rendered that impossible, I couldn’t immediately get to sleep. I yawned and thought about the route. I was heading to Austin, Texas, where I would arrive tomorrow. I’d spend the required time unloading and hoped to drive back to Houston the same evening. I would reload in Houston the day after and take that load to Colorado Springs. From there, I was heading home to Las Vegas, where I would have two weeks off.

I supposed I would spend most of that time with Mom. She lived only two blocks away from me. I had a circle of friends, but of course they had their own lives. Mom, being retired already, was my most reliable companion while having time off. I didn’t mind. I guess I’m a momma’s boy through and through. Besides, Mom usually has something around the house that needs taking care of, and I’m happy to help her. She was a single mom, and she used to be fiercely independent when me and my big sisters were kids. She’s used to taking care of everything in her house, but now that she’s getting old she can’t manage the more physical chores anymore.

A small sound interrupted my drifting thoughts. I laid on my side, the way I usually slept, my face towards the back wall of the cabin. Hairs on my neck stood up, and I felt a twinge of uncertainty. What if Benjamin really was an ax murderer? How would I know? I had just picked the kid up, and we had hardly exchanged two words during the whole day. I knew nothing about him. Had it been stupid to ask him to spend the night? I didn’t know why he agreed. It felt like a good idea at the time.

By the sound of it Benjamin was definitely moving in the dark. My neck prickled, and I wondered how I should react. I was thinking I would have to turn around at the least, so I could see what he was up to, when I felt a tentative touch on my arm.

“Roy?” Benjamin whispered.

I turned to look up at him. He was a silhouette in the dusk, his eyes gleaming. He looked down at me, then sat at the edge of the bed and bent down to kiss me.

I was so taken by surprise it took me a while to answer the kiss. Benjamin was waiting for me, his lips polite and hesitant. The second I kissed him back he heated up, got hungry and aggressive. I touched his hair tentatively. It was softer than it seemed. His neck was warm and fit my hand exactly when I pulled him closer. He felt fantastic.

Benjamin pulled away to catch his breath. He was a pale shape in the near darkness. He didn’t have his shirt on. I touched his arm and my hand was like a wrap of darkness swallowing a part of him. His skin was smooth and cool. I traced the lines of his lithe muscles.

Benjamin pulled the covers off me. He still seemed a little wary of my reaction when he slowly pulled my boxer shorts down. I was holding my breath, still having trouble believing this was happening. I was embarrassed by my raging erection, it seemed overly eager, but it was beyond my control. My cock had sprung up as soon as Benjamin’s lips touched mine, and now that it was exposed, it just got harder. It had been some time since anyone had touched me but myself, and as unexpected as it was, it sure wasn’t unwelcome.

Benjamin kneeled beside the bed gracefully and wrapped his hand around my shaft. I looked down from the pale opal that was his face, and his hand was like a pale piece of heaven wrapped around my dark heat. His grip was firm but gentle, and I let out a low moan, unable to keep it inside. That seemed to be the sign the kid was waiting for. He dived in and started sucking me almost viciously. He was fierce, but his intensity stayed just short of hurting. He didn’t slow down once he’d started. I fumbled for his hair, unable to decide whether to stroke him, pull him closer, or push him away. I ended up just sweeping his scalp with weak fingertips when he went up and down on my rigid cock. I arched up and moaned again, and when Benjamin cupped my balls with his other Etlik Escort hand, I came. Explosively. I moaned and shuddered with the release, tensing anew for each spasm, as he swallowed everything I gave him.

Benjamin straightened his back and looked at the direction of my face, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. I reached for him, pulling him on the bed with me. I had the intention of pulling him in for a hug, but he turned so I was spooning him instead. I pressed against his slim back and kissed the side of his neck, searching for his pulse with my lips. My head felt too heavy to hold up, still shaky after the massive orgasm, so I put my head down on the pillow beside Ben and inhaled the scent of his hair.

I let my hand slide on the smooth skin on Ben’s chest, finding the place where the trail of hair started towards his crotch and following it. I was slightly hesitant. Benjamin had instigated this, and strongly, but there was a weird unresolved vibe about him. He was tense, and even when he didn’t stop my hand, it didn’t feel quite right. I reached down nonetheless. He was hard, I could feel the bulge of his dick straining the fabric of his underwear. I swept my hand over it and it responded with a twitch.

“Can I touch you?” I whispered. I’m kinda particular with consent, after a few times misreading intentions that led to embarrassing scenes.

Benjamin didn’t say anything, but he put his hand over mine. He entangled our fingers together briefly before guiding my hand under the waistband of his boxer shorts, urging my hand to continue on its own. It felt like he was holding his breath, he was so tense against me.

I kissed the back of his neck and stroked him slowly. He was rock hard, precum making the head slick for the touch. I loved the feel of his cock in my hand, so warm, so hard, so beautiful. I pushed the shorts down to free him, and stroked his smooth, straight cock against his stomach. Benjamin let out a sigh. I thought I should ask permission to blow him like he’d blown me, but before I could get the words out, Ben put his hand over mine again. He urged me to squeeze tighter, move a little longer, and faster, and faster. He tensed up some more, and I guessed it wasn’t a time to alter anything anymore. He came, pulsing in my hand like a heart, and let out a shivering breath. I slowed down my strokes but kept a hold of him, kissing his neck once more.

I didn’t know what to say. Benjamin said nothing either. We just lay close together, skin on skin, Ben’s dick growing softer in my grip.

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I woke up to the sound of the truck door closing. It was usually noisy, slamming it shut, but this was more subdued. I stretched and turned to my other side. It wasn’t time to get up yet: I glanced at my phone and saw it was two more hours until I was clear to continue driving. With waking came memory, and I found myself wide awake.

I knew it had been the sound of Benjamin leaving and peering over the cabin confirmed this. By the looks of it, he had taken his guitar and backpack with him, which probably meant he wasn’t coming back. I leaned my head back into the pillow and had a moment of thought of why that made me moody.

The kid had surprised me with initiating sex. I hadn’t gotten that vibe from him at all. He had been quiet and subdued, sullen almost. He had the air of someone so deep in themselves they didn’t come out much. He had asked if I wanted to talk, but that had felt like something out of obligation, not real interest. I had no idea how he had known I would be interested in having sex with him. I had offered to let him stay overnight, that much was true, but I was sure I hadn’t done anything to suggest I would expect any kind of payment for the favor.

There had been a surprising, burning passion in Benjamin. Maybe the sex had been as much for his own benefit as mine. I hadn’t minded holding him afterwards, either. I remembered how his slim body felt against mine, how well we fit together when we spooned close. What his cock felt like in my hand, when it slowly softened and I held it carefully, wanting to protect its delicate tenderness with my hand. The feel of his smooth thighs against mine. How our breathing synchronized to the same rhythm and made me feel like we were the same animal, curling to sleep in its nest in the darkness of the night, making itself comfortable.

Now it was morning, and the kid had left. Left without saying a word. He probably wanted to get an early morning ride out and get on with his journey wherever he was going. I felt disappointed and let down—almost abandoned.

I had no grounds for that sort of feeling. Whatever it had been, it had passed. As I wasn’t sleeping anymore, I could as well get up and get started with my day. First, to the restroom to wash up and shave, then to the diner for breakfast. Coffee around here wasn’t half bad, which was more than one could say of many truck stops.

I got up and dressed slowly. I checked all my valuables were still intact, though I never expected the kid to rob me. Everything was as I’d left it. I grabbed my phone and wallet along with my stationary bag. I sighed and looked around the cabin, and that’s when I spotted the corner of the pharmacy bag peeking out from below the passenger seat. I pulled it out. It was the bag the kid had brought yesterday when we stopped to take a leak. It wasn’t empty. He had left it by mistake.

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Je ne peux détacher mes yeux de cette vision si fabuleuse, si inespéprée. Non, je ne rêve pas, la voisine qui vient de me soumettre, de m’exhiber, la femme que j’appelle Maîtresse, se masturbe devant moi.

Elle est dans une position si impudique, les jambes écartées en grand, les genoux posés sur les accoudoirs de son fauteuil.

Sa main s’agite avec frénésie sur son sexe ruisselant.

Sa chatte coule littéralement.

Elle ne me quitte pas des yeux, son regard brille de plaisir et de désir.

Tout en elle n’est que sexe et volupté.

Elle a déjà jouit dit elle, mais son orgasme se prolonge, il n’en finit pas.

Son plaisir ressemble à un océan un jour d’orage, elle semble traverser une tempête de luxure, son corps tangue, vibre, transpire la jouissance de tous les pores de sa peau.

Vague après vagues, un autre orgasme se rapproche, il revient, il arrive.

L’extase totale semble imminente.

Elle va jouir encore.

Sa main disparaît alors presque entière dans sa chatte luisante et baveuse.

Elle la tourne, la rentre, la sort, elle est gluante de son jus.

Ses doigts remontent sur son clitoris, elle le caresse, le frotte, le pince, le titille.

Son vagin ruisselle littéralement, les mouvements de sa main s’accélèrent.

En même temps, ses gémissements s’intensifient, tout son corps tremble.

Elle halète, gémit, pousse de délicieux petits cris aigus puis dans un râle grave et puissant elle éjacule violemment.

L’orgasme est foudroyant, un feu d’artifice liquide explose devant moi.

C’est une cascade de cyprine qui éclabousse partout devant elle.

Ce breuvage divin resemble au champagne de la victoire, tant elle paraît heureuse et épanouie.

Des gouttes de sa jouissance tombent à quelques centimètres de ma bouche grande ouverte.

Elle a une façon très démonstrative de montrer sa jouissance, elle aussi.

C’est est une Femme fontaine. Quelles giclées! Quel geyser!

L’orgasme l’a transformé, elle est encore plus belle, plus majestueuse.

Elle sort sa main dégoulinante. Sa chatte reste grande ouverte.

J’admire alors émerveillé, fasciné son sexe tout lisse, tout ouvert, béant.

Je découvre le rose nacré de ses petites lèvres brillantes, son clitoris tout érigé, étonnamment long, ses grandes lèvres plus sombres, toutes gonflées, son nectar plus épais qui s’écoule lentement le long de ses cuisses.

Et là, surprise des surprises, je découvre qu’elle a vibromasseur, une petite tige rose lumineuse se dresse devant mes yeux ébahis. Il était enfoncé dans son cul.

Elle l’avait caché le long de sa raie, derrière son cul.

Décidément, Maîtresse est une Femme fascinante, mystérieuse, cachottière, beaucoup plus vicieuse que je l’imaginais.

Je suis toujours surpris et fasciné de découvrir la puissance, l’intensité de la jouissance d’une Femme.

Son délicieux petit trou du cul se plisse, se contracte au rythme de la petite lumière rose qui clignote, elle semble me faire des clins d’oeil adorables.

Cette lumière agit comme un pendule, je suis littéralement hypnotisé. Je ne peux détacher mon regard.

Je suis toujours à quatre pattes, à quelques centimètres, à peine, de ce temple du plaisir, l’objet de tous mes désirs. Je ne pense qu’a une chose.

Déguster, directement à la source ce nectar divin qui coule devant moi.

Le temps s’est arrêté, il est suspendu, comme ma langue.

Je suis quand même très chanceux.

Ce spectacle est grandiose, vraiment extraordinaire.

Je suis un privilégié, son orgasme était tout simplement dantesque.

C’est un instant magique, ce moment unique ou le plaisir transforme toutes les Femmes en des déesses.

Je suis littéralement sous le charme de cette FEMME, elle m’a totalement envoûté.

C’est la première fois qu’une Femme se fait jouir comme ça devant moi.

Sa jouissance est un moment de grâce d’une pure beauté, comme elle.

Soudain une lente, sourde et longue vibration électrise tout mon corps. La grosse des boules vibre.

Mon cul est de nouveau stimulé.

Ma queue est toujours dure et tendue, mon érection ne m’a pas quittée, j’ai encore envie de jouir.

Les effluves de sa jouissance envahissent toute la pièce.

Le goût de mon sperme dans ma bouche me rappelle l’orgasme qui m’a dévasté, quelques minutes plus tôt.

Je suis toujours excité.

Non je ne rêve pas.

J’émerge totalement de mon état de transe post orgasmique, les vibrations du gode dans mon cul redoublent d’intensité. Tout mon corps vibre, je tremble de partout.

Je prends conscience que je me suis branlé la queue, je me suis fait défoncer le cul, j’ai éjaculé, jai même léché mon sperme.

En fait j’ai eu un fabuleux orgasme grâce à cette splendide Femme devant moi.

En plus elle m’a offert le spectacle génial de son orgasme.

● Lèche ma main.

○ Oh oui! Avec grand plaisir, Merci beaucoup Maîtresse.

Du bout de la langue je goûte une première goûte, la saveur me transporte, quel aphrodisiaque.

Je prends mon temps, je veux savourer ce moment rus escort exceptionnel.

Je commence par le dessus de sa main, de ses ongles à son poignet je passe ma langue bien à plat, très très lentement.

● Lève les yeux, regarde moi.

C’est bien.

Sort bien ta langue, oui la paume maintenant.

Oui, parfait, les doigts.

Oui c’est ça, suce les, mieux que ça, montre moi comment tu aimes mon jus.

La saveur de son plaisir est un régal.

Je fais une sorte de félation à sa main, son sourire m’encourage à me montrer encore plus démonstratif.

Je lèche, suce, avale, gobe ses doigts avec gourmandise.

Mais rapidement, ses doigts me prennent la bouche.

Ce n’est plus moi qui suce c’est elle qui me baise la bouche.

Ses doigts m’ouvre, de ma langue à mon palais elle me fouille partout.

C’est Elle qui dirige, d’un geste ferme, avec trois doigts enfoncés dans ma bouche, elle tourne ma tête de force face à

l’écran.

● Regarde ta Femme.

Sur l’image, mon Épouse est à quatre pattes, dans la même position que moi.

Elle n’a pas des doigts et un gode mais deux vrais grandes et grosses bites qui lui remplisse la bouche et lui défonce le cul.

Ses amants ont échangé leur place. La plus grande bite rentre et sort de son cul.

Elle se fait baiser par les deux hommes en même temps.

Les cris creshendo de mon Épouse me fascinent, son corps pris en sandwich est si beau. Elle est si toride.

En fait, c’est la première fois que je la vois réellement avec d’autres hommes.

Depuis longtemps on phantasme tous les deux, sur l’idée qu’elle prenne du plaisir avec d’autres mâles.

De nombreux scénarios ont pigmentés et alimentés nos ébats.

Je dois être honnête, je reconnais que je la soupçonnais fortement, depuis quelques mois d’avoir un amant, les preuves étaient si évidentes, si flagrantes.

Ses retards, ses sorties, ses tenues si sexy, son refus de me toucher,…

Je n’ai rien dit.

Peur de déranger son intimité, son jardin secret. Peur de la perdre.

Je craignais en parlant de briser son plaisir, cette excitation de la transgression.

Égoïstement, je me suis caché derrière mes délires de mari cocu, je me suis souvent branlé, le nez dans ses petites culottes si délicieusement parfumées.

Mais jamais je n’aurais imaginé ça. Mon Épouse avec deux hommes.

C’est encore mieux que tout ce que j’ai pu phantasmer.

La voir, l’entendre en direct dépasse de très très loin tous mes rêves les plus fous, (même si ce n’est que par le prisme d’un écran).

Je reconnais avec un plaisir non dissimulé que je suis sacrément excité par ce que je vois et ce que j’entends.

Mon Épouse est une splendide salope.

Je le savais déjà, mais là, c’est juste fabuleux, elle est juste magnifique.

Elle aime vraiment le sexe.

Elle semble libérée de toutes barrières, elle se lache totalement.

Tout n’est que plaisir, jouissance, dans son corps, dans ses gestes, dans ses attitudes et dans ses mots.

Du sexe brut et pur dans toute sa splendeur.

Mon Épouse a deux hommes pour elle. Un rêve si souvent imaginé entre nous.

Elle n’a plus de limites. Elle hurle son plaisir, réclame plus fort, plus vite, plus profond, plus violent…

Ça se voit et ça s’entend qu’elle aime se faire baiser.

Elle veut se faire défoncer par tous les trous, elle en redemande, supplie d’être prise comme une chienne, elle est très excitée.

Elle veut encore plus de bites, …

Le plus génial, le plus fabuleux, le plus fou, c’est que j’adore vraiment la voir jouir comme ça, avec ses deux hommes.

Son plaisir semble si fort, il n’y a pas une onces de jalousie de mon côté, au contraire je suis heureux de la voir aussi épanouie, si comblée.

Quand j’y repense, ce sont les images de mon Épouse prise en levrette par ces deux grosses bites qui ont déclenché instantanément mon éjaculation il y a quelques minutes.

Ma queue se dresse encore plus fort à cette évocation.

Je tourne légèrement la tête, je regarde ma Maîtresse.

Elle a sorti ses doigts de ma bouche.

Elle me fixe de son regard de braise.

Installée sur son trône, elle est un peu décalée par rapport à l’écran.

Ses jambes sont toujours grandes ouvertes,

son sexe dégouline.

La lumière rose de son gode clignote sans discontinuité. C’est en fait, un tableau tout simplement magnifique, Courbet à côté est un sage et gentil portraitiste.

● Le spectacle te plaît on dirait. J’ai l’impression que tu ne sais pas quoi choisir.

Que préfères tu regarder?

○ Maîtresse, Vous êtes si fascinante, si belle mais les images de mon Épouse sont trop troublantes.

Et puis, je…whaouuu, excusez moi, oouuuiiiii, parrrrdonnnnn c’est le godeeeeeee il est diaboliiiiiiiiiqueeeaaaaaaaa…

Je n’arriiiiiiiiive plus àaaaaaaaa parlerrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaa. jeeeeee neeeeee contrôoooooole riennnnnnn….

● Je ne comprends pas tout, essaie d’être plus clair Julien.

Il me faut un peu de temps yenimahalle escort avant de répondre. Je dois attendre que les vibrations diminues avant de répondre.

○ je vous remercie Maîtresse pour votre extraordinaire spectacle.

Votre saveur est divine.

Je dois reconnaître que ooooouuuuuuuiiiiiiiii, Maiiiiiiiitreeeeessssssseeeeee.

● On dirait que tu aimes bien ça en fin de compte.

○ Maitresse, aimer est un euphémisme, c’est génial, j’adore.

● Tu es quand même surprenant, ce matin tu ne savais même pas que j’existais réellement, et pourtant tu es là devant moi, nu à quatre pattes, le cul rempli par un gode, en train de baver devant ma chatte.

Tu aimerais la lécher?

○ Oui Maîtresse, ce serait un honneur et un privilège de vous lécher, de vous boire, de gouter votre plaisir.

J’avoue, j’ai très envie de vous nettoyer partout.

Je rêve de parcourir chaque parcelle de votre corps de ma langue, mais…

● Mais quoi?

○ Je vous demande pardon Maîtresse, mais les images de mon Épouse sont trop puissantes et excitantes, elle vraiment très belle.

Je l’aime.

● Tu es mignon Julien, tu es amoureux de ta Femme, et j’ai l’impression que ça te plaît vraiment d’être cocu?

○ Oui Maîtresse, c’est peut-être curieux mais je suis très excité de la voir baiser avec d’autres hommes.

● Très intéressant Julien.

Ça devient encore plus excitant de te dominer.

Alors lèche!

Commence par mes pieds.

Son plaisir a coulé en effet jusqu’à ses pieds.

Je lèche, nettoie chaque goûte de son plaisir, je passe ma langue, ma bouche, je frotte ma tête sur ses jambes, sur ses cuisses.

Sa saveur est partout sur mon visage.

J’en suis totalement imprégné, son goût est tellement meilleur que mon sperme.

● Julien, je dois te dire que c’est une des meilleures cam que je fais.

Tu es parfait, très obéissant, tu dépasses toutes mes attentes. Mais je te rappelle que nous ne sommes pas seul, tu as beaucoup d’admirateurs et admiratrices.

Avant de continuer j’ai une question.

Lève la tête.

C’est ta première cam?

○ Oui.

● Oui qui?

○ C’est la première fois que je m’exhibe en cam Maitresse.

○ Bon, tu n’es pas si mal pour une première, si si, je t’assure, j’aime beaucoup la façon dont tu te mets en scène, et je ne suis pas là seule qui ai apprécié ta performance.

Tu as reçu beaucoup de commentaires.

Regarde.

Il semble que les vocalises de ta femme plaisent beaucoup aussi.

La réalité me rattrape de plein fouet.

J’admire les ébats de mon Épouse, sur un écran, mais il y a aussi une caméra sur moi, je l’avais presque oubliée.

Des gens m’ont vu me branler, ils ont fait vibrer le gode au fond de mon cul, ils m’ont vu jouir en direct, Ils on pu observer ma langue en gros plan lécher la main et les jambes de Maîtresse et en prime, ils entendent toutes mes confidences si intimes.

Que doivent penser mes secrétaires?

Le gode bien au fond de mon cul se remet à vibrer de plus belle, pour bien me rappeler où je suis.

Les sensations sont toujours si troublantes, je me fais fouiller le cul si intensément, et surtout, je ne contrôle rien.

Qu’elle situation excitante, encore une première.

Je suis acteur et en même temps totalement soumis à leurs envies, à leurs demandes, je suis leur jouet.

J’ai déjà connu le plaisir d’être baisé, mais là, je me fais baiser par procuration, j’adore.

Je me suis difficilement lâché dans l’intimité de mon couple, il m’a fallu du temps pour assumer mes désirs “hors normes”.

Je ne comprends pas encore, pourquoi, ni comment, je me suis exhibé comme ça devant autant de personnes aussi rapidement et facilement.

Le plus troublant, c’est que je fais tout ça devant mon épouse et ses amants, des dizaines de gens et en prime devant mes secrétaires préférées.

Le tout, sous la férule d’une Femme qui comme elle me l’a rappelé il y a un instant, m’était réellement inconnue ce matin.

Cette saveur d’humiliation, ce plaisir de l’exhibition, je fais bander des mecs, j’excite des Femmes, est tout simplement hallucinant.

Curieusement, j’ai encore plus envie de me donner en spectacle, de leur offrir mon plaisir.

J’aime être regardé, j’ai toujours été très à l’aise avec mon corps, je ne suis pas un apollon, juste un homme ordinaire qui aime des choses un peu extraordinaire.

Je réalise que ça a m’excite énormément de montrer mon plaisir sans censure ni filtre à d’autres personnes.

L’écran devant moi a changé. Mon Épouse et ses deux amants ont été réduits à un petit carré, le son toujours présent a diminué.

Les messages défilent à présent devant moi, tous plus salaces les uns que les autres.

Il y en a même en anglais, en espagnol, en italien, et en d’autres langues.

Je réalise que je ne suis que l’objet de leurs désirs.

Ma bouche, mon cul, mon corps sont copieusement ” défoncés, remplis, ouvert, baisé, enculé,”…

Mes couilles et ma queue sont ” sucées, léchées, avalées, éclatées, broyées”…

Mais la grande majorité des messages parlent du fait que je découvre mon Épouse baiser avec deux hommes.

Cocu est le mot le plus écrit.

Ma réaction devant les exploits de mon Épouse les excite beaucoup.

Je suis cocu et j’ai joui de la voir me cocufier.

Lire tous ces commentaires, la voix de mon Épouse qui chante en sourdine sa jouissance, m’excite comme un fou.

Mon gland bute sur mon nombril.

Je bande comme un âne alors que je viens de jouir il y a quelques minutes.

Le gode bouge et vibre plus souvent et plus fort dans mon cul. Parfois, une petite seconde, parfois plus longtemps.

La sensation est très très troublante, je suis stimulé comme jamais auparavant, (encore une première).

Je ne contrôle vraiment plus rien.

J’essaie de me concentrer sur la lecture des messages mais c’est sublimement impossible.

Avec cette stimulation anale, il me faut de nombreuses secondes après chaque secousse pour reprendre la lecture et remercier à haute voix, à la demande de Maîtresse, les auteurs pour tous leurs commentaires.

Encore une humiliation supplémentaire.

Heureusement que je ne dois pas écrire, j’en serais totalement incapable.

Suivent ensuite, dans une autre fenêtre les commentaires de Laetitia et Manon.

Elles ne sont pas en reste, elles ont beaucoup écrit elles aussi.

C’est quand même hallucinant, elles ont presque 15 ans de moins que moi.

Heureusement qu’il n’y a que moi qui peut lire leurs messages, c’est rassurant car plusieurs fois, elles ont écrit mon nom, et le nom de l’entreprise, …

Dans l’ensemble elles me trouve très très excité et excitant…

Elles adorent me découvrir dans cette tenue, dans cette position.

J’ai une belle bite…

Trop bon le gode dans mon cul…

Elles adorent voir l’effet des vibrations sur mon visage, sur mon corps, sur ma bite…

Prendre autant de plaisir à me faire fouiller le cul les impressionnent.

Pour un directeur, je suis très salope…

Elles adorent voir leur Boss nu …

Elles adorent le pouvoir qu’elles ont maintenant sur moi…

Mon Épouse est la meilleure, elle a tout compris…

Elle n’est pas égoïste, elle nous fait partager sa superbe partie de jambes en l’air….

Elles veulent voir des images…

Elle a trop de chance durant cette disette imposée.

Où les a t’elle trouvé?….

Je suis leur boss, mais pas seulement, maintenant elles savent que je suis aussi “un homme soumis ” “un mari cocu” “un mâle dévoué”, ” un petit enculé”…

Je devient très très intéressant… Reprendre le travail avec un Boss comme moi, va être génial…

Les cris de mon Épouse ont redoublé d’intensité, les images de mon Épouse remplissent l’écran à nouveau.

La voix des deux hommes couvre les cris de mon Épouse.

Ils expliquent avec moult détails, les différentes positions qu’ils lui font prendre, tout ce qu’elle fait, comment elle aime être prise, utilisée, elle suce divinement, elle aime la bite, elle en redemande…

Elle est empalée sur l’un des mâle qui est allongé sur le dos, il lui tient les jambes écartées, je vois bien la bite qui l’encule, l’autre me regarde en enfonçant sa bite dans sa chatte.

Elle gémit de plaisir d’être prise par deux beaux mecs virils en même temps.

Elle regarde l’écran elle aussi, elle s’adresse à moi, elle me voit. elle a vu que j’ai éjaculé en la regardant, elle m’appelle son cocu, son petit mari soumis, bien défoncé lui aussi.

_ Regarde comme c’est bon! Rien ne vaut deux belles et grosses bites…

Non, en fait je préfère en avoir trois!

○ quoi? Comment?

_ Eh oui, trois c’est encore mieux.

Allez vient, oui dans ma bouche.

C’est très très très bon mon cocu tu n’as pas idée, c’est…

Elle n’a pas terminé sa phrase. Une mains lui prend fermement la tête, il la tient par les cheveux.

Sa tête est penchée en arrière, elle a ouvert la bouche en grand, sortie la langue qu’elle passe langoureusement sur le gland qui vient d’apparaître à l’écran.

Ses lèvres gobent ce gros gland luisant.

Il ne lui laisse pas le temps de déguster. Il s’enfonce au plus profond de sa gorge d’une seule poussée.

Elle ne peut plus parler, pousse les gargouillis si particuliers de la gorge profonde, elle ne s’étouffe pas au contraire, elle semble la vouloir encore plus au fond.

Sa bouche est déformée par cette large bite qui rentre et sort, les couilles lui couvre les yeux et le nez.

Les trois hommes ne se privent pas de parler, ils commentent tout.

Ils ont bien compris tout ce qui se passe. Je suis sur qu’ils en rajoutent exprès.

Tout cela est fou! Mon Épouse se prend trois grosses bites, une dans chaque trou.

Je comprends mieux les différents plans que j’ai pu observer, il y avait un autre homme pour tout filmer.

C’est encore plus bizarre de voir ma chambre, l’ordinateur est posé sur la commode face au lit conjugal.

je peux même me voir sur l’écran.

Ils voient donc tout, eux aussi.

Les images viennent du téléphone de mon Épouse, c’est le troisième homme qui filme depuis le début, il commente lui aussi avec beaucoup de détails. c’est vraiment très très troublant de voir mon Épouse se faire prendre par trois hommes sur mon lit.

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Note to publisher: This story includes italics and centering.

Note to readers: Read chapter 10 of Realtor Revenge to see this chapter of Spy Games from Raven’s viewpoint.

***

Spy Games

Chapter 23

With Mayor Stuffit’s hired assassins securely tucked away where nobody could find them, it was time to confront the next person who wanted me dead.

Insisting that there were some last-minute sales contracts needing my signature, Raven asked to meet me in my downtown office at 8:00 the next evening.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Flanagan asked as he taped the fake blood ampules to my chest. “The wagon wheel is still at the house on Flogger Way. Wouldn’t it be easier to strap Raven to it and let her spin until she talks?”

“Easier? Yes. But not nearly as much fun. And I’m not sure she’d talk.”

“Didn’t you get everything you need to take down the Merryville ruling class from the two cops last night?”

“Not quite. Toody and Muldoon have only been in town for fifteen years. Janis’ parents were killed seventeen years ago. I still don’t have proof that Stuffit was somehow involved in their murder.”

“And you think Raven does?”

“That’s my hope.”

***

I got to my office a few minutes before the appointed hour. Flanagan was already there … had been for thirty minutes. It was standard procedure. He and I supposedly didn’t know each other so we couldn’t risk being seen entering a building together. But, considering what Raven had in mind for the evening, I wanted my trusted friend close-at-hand … just in case things didn’t go according to plan.

Raven’s white Porsche pulled up in front of the building at exactly 8:00.

“Wow,” Flanagan said as we both peered through the upstairs window. Raven showed more leg getting out of her car than an entire troop of Radio City Rockettes. The bounce of her bodice suggested her boobs were unrestrained and a fortunately timed gust of wind confirmed she also left her panties at home.

“She’s certainly dressed to kill.”

“How is it possible that a woman that hot can be so evil?”

“One of nature’s many conundrums.”

Raven gave a quick glance up and down the street, grabbed her briefcase and walked in the ground floor entrance. I could hear her three-inch heels clack as she climbed the wooden staircase towards my office.

It was time. Flanagan hid in the adjoining room as I took my place behind my massive desk.

“My, you look good enough to eat,” I said as Raven made her entrance.

“I’m looking forward to it,” she countered, closing the door behind her. She posed for a second or two, giving me time to take in the full effect of her sensuous beauty. “But business first.”

Approaching me like a lioness would her prey, she laid her briefcase on my desk and opened it so only she could see the contents. She bent over to extract several documents and — making no effort to hide her impressive cleavage from my view — placed the papers in front of me.

As I pretended to peruse the contracts, Raven walked around to my side of the desk. Placing a hand on my shoulder, she pressed an unrestrained boob against my arm and pointed out where my signature was required.

Once I’d put my Mark T. Seiman in the designated places, she returned to the other side of the desk.

“Is there anything else I can do for you tonight,” I asked as she put the contracts back in her briefcase?

“No, but as a reward for all you have done to me this past month, I have a present for you.”

With the skill of an experienced temptress, Raven slowly removed the belt that held her dress close to her impossibly thin waist and threw it to the side. Next, she seductively reached up with crossed arms and untied the thin straps which held the dress to her shoulders. Once she released the straps, gravity took over and Raven stood before me in all her naked glory.

Knowing full well that Raven was there to kill me, her performance still caused my pecker to stir.

“Impressive,” I said as she reached into the briefcase for her pistol. “But how can you give me what I already own? Your body is already bought and paid for.”

If anything, my words only stiffened her resolve. Her classic two-handed grip, arms outstretched, elbows bent in, only made her boobs even more prominent. The two rock hard nipples pointing directly at me were more dangerous than the blanks in the .38 she held in her hands. Taking a step backwards, she initially pointed the silenced revolver at my crotch, as if she was considering going against Flanagan’s advice to shoot me in the heart.

“Tempting,” she said as she aimed at my balls. “But once this is done, I may want to cut them off to keep as a trophy.”

Her body shivered as she slowly raised the gun until it was pointing directly at my chest. At first, I thought her momentary hesitation was nerves and was afraid she might not pull the trigger. But then I saw the tell-tale Ankara Ucuz Rus Escort dilation of her eyes, heard her breathing accelerate, smelled the distinct odor of a woman in heat and realized she wasn’t having second doubts. She was about to …

BANG. Her orgasm hit just as she pulled the trigger, forcing the muzzle of the weapon up and right. If she was using live ammo, the round might have grazed my shoulder but most likely would have been a total miss.

“That’s for fucking me the first time we met and not cumming,” she shouted.

BANG. Her second orgasm must have been stronger than the first. This time the fictitious round would have taken out a pencil holder which sat on the corner of my desk.

“That’s for pimping me out to every redneck in Merryville.”

BANG. Another orgasm. Another miss.

“That’s for letting the Chinamen fuck me.”

BANG.

“That’s for fucking me in front of the Russians.

BANG.

“That’s for falling in love with Janis Moorehead.”

BANG.

“And that’s for being a man.”

She emptied the six-round pistol and never once managed to point it at something vital. But Raven was having too much fun pulling the trigger to realize she wasn’t doing me any harm. So, each time she pulled the trigger, I activated one of the fake blood modules, and quickly stained my shirt with a red oozing liquid. If she took time to look, she would think every round she fired went through my heart.

Not to be deterred, Raven kept pulling the trigger on an empty gun and kept orgasming. Her eyes glowed with the wild hatred of a woman scorned. Her arms and legs pulsed as the steady progression of sexual peaks flowed from her trigger finger to her toes and then back again. Rivulets of lady cum streamed down her thighs. I was so fascinated by her reaction to killing me, I almost forgot my role in the charade. After she pulled the trigger three additional times … after the firing pin put a second dimple in three brass rounds, I slumped over onto the desk and let the remaining fake blood flow onto the floor.

Only then, when she could no longer see my face, did she come out of her trance. With my head cradled in my arms, I couldn’t see her. Flanagan had my back via a hidden camera. He had warned her many times to not touch my body after I was dead. But she was in such an agitated state, I wouldn’t put it past her to pull a knife out of her briefcase and try to castrate me.

Luckily, that didn’t happen. I heard her lay the pistol on the table, close the brief case and then walk out the door, closing it behind her.

“Now that’s a woman with issues,” Flanagan said as he came out of his hiding place.

“Yeah, I’m known to have that effect on the ladies.”

“Driving them out of their minds with rage?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of passion, but either one works.”

Both of us jumped as we heard the distinct sound of high heels on hardwood in the hallway. Raven was coming back. Did she hear us? Was she returning to make sure I was dead?

Flanagan quickly retreated to his previous hiding place while I tried to match the position I was in before.

Shit. Was my face turned to the left or the right? And which arm was on top? Fuck it. If I can’t remember, maybe she won’t either.

I heard the slight click of Flanagan’s door closing as Raven walked into the room. She took a single step inside and then stopped, for several seconds, like she was considering her options. As much as I wanted to see what she was doing, I kept my eyes closed and tried to keep my breathing as shallow as possible. The next thing I heard was a rustling of clothing and the door closing. I breathed a sigh of relief as I again heard her heels on the hallway floor. This time getting more distant.

After he was sure she was gone, Flanagan reemerged from his hiding place.

“What was that all about?” I asked. “Did she have second thoughts?”

“Not hardly. She came back for her dress. She got so turned on by killing you, she initially walked out of here naked.”

***

As much as Flanagan and I wanted to celebrate the success of our theatrical performance, we had way too much to do that evening to even think about opening a bottle of whiskey.

The first chore on our agenda was cleaning up my office. We used the Hollywood standard “Kensington Gore” recipe for our fake blood … corn syrup, non-dairy creamer and red food coloring. It’s simple to make, has the right color and consistency, and easy to clean up. My previously white shirt and dark trousers were a loss, but a small price to pay for screwing with Raven’s mind. With both of us working, we were out of the office in thirty minutes.

The next item on our to do list was kidnapping Mayor Stuffit. Using Officer Muldoon’s cell phone, we sent the mayor a text requesting he meet her and Toody at “their usual spot”, which was the parking lot behind Yenimahalle Rus Escort a boarded-up furniture store. With no security cameras or traffic, it was the perfect place for a crooked politician to pay off hired killers for a job well done.

I can’t tell you how many people Flanagan and I kidnapped during the fifteen years we worked together for the Company, but Mayor Stuffit’s was, hands down, the easiest abduction of our careers. He drove up, got out of his car and turned towards the used Honda Officer Muldoon drove when not in her cop car. Flanagan shot him in the neck with a tranquilizer dart before the mayor was three steps away from his BMW. Two minutes later, the overweight public servant was sleeping soundly in the trunk of Muldoon’s Accord.

***

It was nearly midnight by the time Flanagan and I returned to our house, changed clothes, picked up Janis and met at Raven’s house for yet another “Janis sighting”. I was hoping that, if Raven got one more glimpse of the woman she thought she killed, it would be enough to push her over the edge.

After the road incident, when we sabotaged Raven’s Porsche allowing Janis to overtake and pass her in a Mustang, Raven insisted on going to the pasture to make sure nobody had dug up Janis’ grave. She didn’t demand a trip to the grave site when Janis pulled the Chinese acupuncture pins out of Raven’s nude body but, to Flanagan’s delight, Raven insisted he spend several nights with her for protection. The last time Raven saw Janis was at the Russian’s farewell party … when Janis nearly killed her with a silk scarf around the neck. That resulted in Flanagan’s sleight of hand video trick, where he dropped a camera down an air hole and convinced Raven that the picture was from the grave and not piped in from our basement.

All of those shenanigans were in preparation for this last event. If we pulled it off, Raven would demand Flanagan dig up the grave to convince herself she had to either start believing in ghosts or was destined for the psych ward.

Flanagan drove his truck to Raven’s, planning to spend the night, while Janis and I followed in a rental SUV. Flanagan parked in Raven’s drive. I parked in the garage of an empty house two doors down from Raven … one of two hundred houses in town that I controlled.

The plan was fairly simple. While Raven was still sleeping, Flanagan and I would move her picnic table from the patio to a grassy area directly under her bedroom bay window. Once that was accomplished, he would let himself into Raven’s house, looking like he had just buried my body, wake Raven, and make up some excuse to have her look out the window. When she did, Janis would stand up on the picnic table, making it look like she was hovering in midair. Raven would freak out; we’d move the picnic table back to the patio and be gone before she had time to investigate.

Flanagan told us it would be ten to fifteen minutes from the time we moved the picnic table until he had Raven in front of the window, so Janis and I didn’t need to be in a hurry.

It was an unseasonable warm night for that time of the year. After moving the picnic table, Janis and I waited on the back porch of Raven’s neighbor, hoping that the forecast thunderstorms would wait until we finished our evening’s outdoor activities.

“We need to talk,” Janis said as we waited.

“Any particular subject?” I asked.

“The future. It’s been more than a month since …”

“Since you became my roommate?” I suggested.

“That works, although I was thinking more along the line of since my life fell apart.”

“Apparently the two are synonymous.”

“Either way, it seems your mission here is nearly complete. So, my question is, what happens afterwards?”

“That depends on what happens in the next few days. Once we clean up the final bits and pieces of my mission, if the mayor and city council are still a threat to you, we’ll move you to the other side of the country and give you a new identity. But I’m betting that won’t be necessary. If all goes according to plan, the people that hurt you will no longer be participating members of society.”

“Yeah, I understand my options. But what happens to you? To us?

“Do you defeat the bad guys, save the world, and then move on to the next international crisis? If this were a movie, am I nothing more than one of the many Bond girls … 007’s temporary love interest? Or do I have a part in the next movie? And the one after that? Is there a scenario where we get to try living like normal people? Preferably without a whipping post and coffin in our basement.”

“As much as I would like that,” I said, “it would not only be extremely difficult but also exceptionally dangerous. As evidenced by recent events, I’ve accumulated quite a few enemies in the last decade. People who wouldn’t think twice about using the people I care for to get to me.”

“Am I included in that list … the list of people you care for?”

“You are. Very close to the top.”

“Suppose I’m willing to take the risk.”

“That’s not how it works. If the Company discovered I was in any sort of romantic relationship, I would be labeled a security risk.”

“They’d fire you because you have a girlfriend?”

“It’s happened before.”

“Would that be the end of the world?” she asked. “Is keeping your job worth losing the chance of a normal life?”

“Even if I left the Company, I wouldn’t know how to live a normal life.”

“I’d teach you.”

“Which brings us full circle. Without the Company’s protection, the wrong people would eventually find me, and I don’t want you there when they do.”

Janis stared into my eyes … into my soul. And whatever she saw brought tears. Just a few, but enough to make my heart hurt.

“I’ve been a damn fool,” she said. “You are the best man I will ever meet, and I’ve wasted the short time we’ve had together. For over a month I’ve been sleeping with the most caring, sensuous man on the planet, and I wouldn’t let him make love to me. Next week, next month, ten years from now — when I’m lying in bed alone — I’ll look back on these past few weeks and regret every time I refused you.

“But not tonight. Or tomorrow night. Or the following morning. I don’t know how much longer I’ll have you, but I plan to take advantage of every opportunity. Starting right now.”

I don’t recall what she was wearing that night, but I distinctly remember how quickly she went from fully dressed to completely naked. And the way she attacked my lips with hers. And how she tore my shirt off my body. And the way her breasts felt against my bare chest. How my shoes, socks, trousers, and underwear ended up in a heap on the porch will always be a mystery to me. But the intense feeling of love I felt for the blonde in my arms will stick with me until the day I die.

It was as if my two-month courtship of Janis Moorehead came to a sudden climax. No, not a sexual climax. It was a physical, mental and emotional realization that I had found the woman God had customed built for me and me alone. It was the only true “fireworks” moment I had ever experienced. Better than my first sexual encounter with Mrs. Bancroft. Better than my short but passionate love affair with Amanda. Certainly superior to anything I’d done since joining the Company.

It wasn’t until Janis abruptly pushed me away that I realized the fireworks were real. The promised storm had arrived. Lightning lit up the western sky, claps of thunder shook the wooden deck. And the telltale first gust of wind foretold that rain was on the way.

“Let’s go. We’ve got a job to do.” Janis took me by the hand, and we ran naked towards Raven’s back yard like two teenagers skinny dipping in a golf course water hazard.

In our original plan, a fully dressed Janis would stand on the picnic table, let Raven get a three second glimpse of her and then disappear. I didn’t ask Flanagan how he planned to get Raven to look out the window, but it didn’t come as a shock when, as we approached her house, we saw Raven’s nude body bent over the bay window cutout while Flanagan screwed her from behind.

The lightning had taken a temporary reprieve and, with Raven’s bedroom light on and the absence of outside illumination, we could see inside but they could not see out. I say that because Raven didn’t initially react when Janis coaxed me to join her on the picnic table and we started doing the same thing Flanagan and Raven were doing.

Ever since Janis moved in with me, I had planned and dreamed about our first cohabiting sexual session. In my mind, it would be an all-night demonstration of everything Mrs. Bancroft had taught me. I would warm her up with gentle massages, bring her to several mini climaxes with my fingers and tongue and then, when she thought it couldn’t possibly get any better, pull out the big gun and reward her with an orgasm that would make a nuclear bomb feel like a firecracker.

That didn’t happen. Soon after we mounted the picnic table, I mounted Janis and did exactly what Mrs. Bancroft told me not to do … fuck her like there was no tomorrow with very little preamble. Her love canal was flowing with inspiration and my erection was a lit stick of dynamite … ready to explode at any minute. Three strokes into the exercise, I was fully in … bottoming out on every thrust. My hands held on to Janis’ thin waist to keep her from falling into the window that was less than a yard away from her windblown blonde locks.

As I looked over Janis’ body and into the bedroom, I could tell that Raven was getting an equally serious pounding from Flanagan. The expression on Raven’s face was one that I’d seen quite often in the last few weeks. It was the look of a woman who, despite not liking the man who was fucking her, was enjoying the experience just the same. In Raven’s mind, Flanagan was just one more man she had to satisfy to reach her goal.

And then the lighting struck. Not too close, but with sufficient power to illuminate the entire back yard … letting Raven see what was behind her window. Letting her see Janis and me.

I could hear her scream over the continuous booms of thunder as she momentarily spied the two people she thought she had killed.

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My cheek pressed against the cold floor, goosebumps ran up and down my bare thighs and ribs as he pushed a finger gobbed with a thick dollop of lube inside me. My butt clenched in response, locking around his rough knuckle.

“Relax,” he hissed, forcing his finger in and out, trying to loosen my virgin bud.

“I… it’s…” I gasped, feeling invaded.

“You ready?” he asked, pulling his finger out and wiping his greasy hand around and along the length of his dick. I felt his thick cock head slide up and down my crack, then push against my closed backdoor. “Relax, man!” he grunted, pushing harder.

I instinctively and helplessly clenched tighter, unable to keep from fighting the invasion. Suddenly, lube and force won out, and he pushed inside me. I cried out, “Nooo!” and tried to rise up as the head, then the shaft of his big dick stretched me open. It hurt. “It hurts!”

“I know,” he grunted, pulling back and then pushing in again, starting to fuck me. “I let you do it to me, remember?”

“Yeah… Uuhh! I… Wait… please, uhh! wait…” He wasn’t an asshole. He paused, fully inside me, clutching my hips.

“What?”

“I… it really hurts. I’m sorry, Bobby…” I panted. “You’re too… I’m sorry…”

He sighed. “No fair. I gotta get off too!”

“I know… I know…” I whimpered, my ass feeling like a tree was jammed up it.

“How about…” He hesitated. “OK… how about you suck me?”

“I could… do that… OK, I mean, we already…”

“I mean, suck me off. You gotta let me come in your mouth.”

I gulped. No pun intended. “I… I’m not gay, man.”

“Dude.”

My butthole burned with the fullness of his fat and unsatiated cock still throbbing inside me. “Well… OK. But you have to wash it.”

“Duh.”

He pushed me forward as he pulled out, leaving my aching anus wondering why it was so easy to take a big shit, when this was so painful. I reached for the box of Kleenex as he padded out of the room. I could hear him turn the water on and make little splashing sounds in the bathroom. Still naked on the floor, I hoped his parents and his sister wouldn’t hear and come investigate.

I thought about what I just agreed to. I had, in fact, had his cock in my mouth briefly, earlier in the evening, as we dared each other into sixty-nining in order that neither would be the first to make contact. Two horny straight boys, 18 and lonely and hungry not for cock but for contact… I didn’t know if I could force myself to do it, to be all… well, ok… gay like that. How could I get him off? I couldn’t see myself willingly giving him a blowjob, giving him pleasure on purpose. I didn’t want to be willing like that.

Which made an image flash in my mind: what if it wasn’t up to me? What if I was forced? Silly way to put it, but… I was willing to do it unwillingly. “Tie me up and make me do it,” I thought. Çankaya Escort My eyes darted around the room, searching, I realized, for something that could be used to bind my wrists behind my back. I spotted a leather belt. The cord to a lamp. No… A pair of high-top Chucks, long laces flapping. Maybe… Then the coil of slender nylon climbing rope lying on the floor of the open closet.

I pushed myself to my knees and reached for the bundle of rope, pulling it toward me just as Bobby slipped back into the bedroom and pulled the door closed behind him. Locking the door, he looked at me, looked at the rope. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” I mumbled, resting back on my heels and blushing as I dropped the coiled rope beside me. He stepped to me, his bulge showing against the loose pajama bottoms hanging from his hips.

He saw where I was looking. “Ready?” he asked; man of few words. Seeing no response from me, he slid his thumbs in the waistband and pushed his pajamas down, his cock bobbing in front of my face as he stepped out and kicked them aside. He took his half-hard cock in hand and lifted it to my lips. I pulled back involuntarily. “Oh, I get it. You don’t want to do this. But you owe me. Dude, I let you…” His words trailed off, probably embarrassed that his probably still-aching ass was probably still leaking my come.

“I know… it’s just…” I took a deep breath, glancing down at the rope. “I just…”

His eyes followed mine and I heard him chuckle in realization. “You want me to tie you up and make you do it, huh.”

No reply but my burning cheeks.

“You don’t want to choose to suck me, do you. You don’t want to be… you don’t want to have that… ummm… responsibility, do you.”

No reply but my burning cheeks and uncomfortable shifting on my knees.

He bent down and started undoing the tie that held the coil together as he straightened. “Stand up.” I looked up at him, looking down at me. I pushed myself up and stood in front of him. Two naked straight boys, 18 and lonely and longing for contact. “Turn around; put your hands behind your back.” I hesitantly did as he said, crossing my wrists across the small of my back. My cock twitched. I felt so weird. What in the world were we doing.

I could hear him messing with the rope behind me, but I couldn’t figure out what was taking so long. I felt incredibly awkward standing there naked in the cool air, and I started to turn around to see what he was doing. “Nope!” he grunted, pushing my shoulder to twist me away from him. “Just wait.” He seemed to keep fiddling with the rope, and I stood there naked, wrists crossed, feeling more and more foolish and wondering how the hell I had gotten myself into this.

Finally, I felt him slip a loop of rope around my hands and pull it snug, trapping my wrists together. He looped rope Keçiören Escort around and through and around again, binding me, and finally tied it off. “How’s that?” he asked, and I gave a tug to see if I could get out. I couldn’t budge them at all. “Feel OK?” he asked, and I nodded. “Not too tight?” I shook my head and realized I was trembling. What the hell was I doing? And why was my cock twitching and swelling?

He turned me back around and grinned as he placed his hands on my shoulders and pressed down. “Kneel,” he said quietly. I felt myself letting him push me to my knees, my eyes trailing unwillingly down his chest, his belly with its downy happy trail, down to eye level with his dark bush and bobbing cock. Not more than half-hard yet, but twitching with his pulse and thickening in anticipation.

Hands on either side of my head, he pushed his pelvis forward. I felt the smooth soft spongy texture of his cock against my cheek, and smelled fresh soap in the wiry nest of his pubic hair. I instinctively pulled away, involuntarily testing my bonds again and finding my hands helplessly caught behind my back. He turned, his cock rubbing across my lips and freaking me out. He laughed and swiveled his hips, batting my blushing cheeks with his heavy dick. Embarrassed, I closed my eyes and cringed back, feeling his fingers twine into my curly hair and grasp me in place.

He once again pressed his cock, now harder, to my lips. “Suck,” he grunted, and I reluctantly parted my lips. Eyes clenched tightly shut, I let him slide his rapidly stiffening cock into my warm mouth. “Teeth!” he growled.

I opened wider, getting my teeth out of the way. I bobbed my head forward and back as I guessed I should. Clumsy, but I was blowing him as I’d agreed. I wasn’t sure what I was doing, and it was hard. HE was hard. And big. The texture of his cock was odd… hard inside but with a soft, smooth, silky surface against my lips and tongue. I was surprised to find myself thinking that his spongy head felt kind of good in my mouth. I ran my tongue around its ridge, pushing into the firm-soft flesh, curling all around it. He moaned, and I felt some strange sense of accomplishment.

I sucked harder, then let him slip almost out, then pressed forward to take him deeper in my mouth. My tongue slid along the seam of his shaft as he pushed. And he groaned. His hands clutched the sides of my head and scratched at my scalp. I realized that my cock was completely, shockingly erect, standing out from my lap as I kneeled in front of him. I would have grabbed it then, but my hands were tied tightly behind me, and that realization made me want even more to get hold of my cock.

But meanwhile, I had another cock to deal with, the big one stuffed inside my mouth. The one being pulled back, then pushed in again. “Teeth!” Bobby groaned again, pulling Etimesgut Escort my head back by my hair and glaring down at me.

“Sorry,” I rasped breathlessly, my eyes turned up to look at him. I leaned in quickly and took the head of his cock in, lips covering my teeth, and licked around it again, still looking up at him.

“Keep doing that,” he growled, eyes intensely looking down into mine. I swirled my tongue around and around that meaty head, my spit painting it shiny and wet. He jumped and pulled out; I must have tickled him.

I leaned in and grabbed that head in my mouth again, sucking hard. He moaned loudly, and something had changed. I wanted to suck him. I liked it. I liked the feel of his dick in my mouth. I wanted to make it feel good. I had a cock of my own; I knew what would feel good.

I tickled the underside of his cockhead with the tip of my tongue, then stretched my tongue as far as I could along the seam of his shaft. I leaned into it, taking it deep enough to make me gag a little, then sucking hard as he pulled back and pushed in again. He started fucking my mouth now, his fingers tangled in my curls as he gripped my head and rocked his hips. I heard moaning and realized it was my own. Hands straining against my bonds, leaning into him, letting him hold me up by my head as he fucked my face, I ran my tongue around and around, sucking, moaning, squeezing, pulling at his thick meat in my hungry mouth.

Fully in his control and at his mercy, I could only keep sucking as he pumped in and out of my mouth, his groans rising in pitch and his grip on the sides of my head tightening. He gurgled, “I’m…coming!” and gasped, “Oh GOD!” and I felt his cock swell in my mouth and boil over, jets of hot gooey semen erupting against the back of my throat.

I gulped to keep from choking. His whole body stiffened, and his cock pulsed and oozed, stuffed all the way into my mouth. He thrust forward in a violent spasm; another spurt pulsed onto the back of my tongue and into my throat. I swallowed again, breathing hard through my nose. He shuddered, and I moaned and sucked hard on his dick, drinking from it like a meaty straw, pulling the last hot cords of his come into my mouth and down my throat. That made him shudder harder, spasming and squeezing my head between his strong hands, his pelvis rocking in short, jerky thrusts. I kept sucking, and he finally jerked back, too ticklish, his cock popping out of my spattered mouth.

Still holding my head in both hands, he stared down at me, panting and sort of wild-eyed. I reflexively licked my lips, finding a salty string of semen there. Whatever. I slurped it up and swallowed, making Bobby chuckle, which made me snicker and then laugh out loud. Our laughter fed off each other and built to the point where tears streamed from our eyes, and we both rocked back and forth, me on my knees with my hard cock bobbing, and Bobby holding his stomach as his dwindling erection oozed and bounced.

He wiped his teary eyes as our guffaws subsided. I couldn’t wipe mine, as my hands were still firmly bound behind my back. Our eyes found each other, and I couldn’t help grinning as I wondered what the future would hold for us, what was next. Bobby grinned back.

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Ruby repeatedly tapped at her glass half filled with whiskey and ice as she sat in the departure lounge at Heathrow Airport. She was booked on the red eye to New York for a business meeting but she detested flying.

One of her girlfriends had given her some pills that were meant to help her relax, She had popped one already but her nerves weren’t calming at all hence the whiskey.

Ruby had worked her way up from an intern to a recent promotion to managing international accounts at a prominent financing company. A lot of people thought because of her blonde hair and good looks she had slept her way up the ladder, which she definitely hadn’t, She got the promotion through hard work and here she was an international accounts manager at 29. Because of her hard work she was never able to hold down a serious relationship. Unfortunately for Ruby though International accounts meant more travel by plane.

The pills were still having no affect on her nerves so she ordered another whiskey.

Ding Dong “this is the final boarding call for the twenty two fifteen to JFK New York.”

Ruby swallowed down the remnants of the whiskey from her glass and nervously headed to the plane, handed her boarding pass to an attractive older blonde lady who could see Ruby was nervous.

“Don’t be nervous my darling we will land in New York before you know it.” Ruby smiled at the lady but really she wanted to knock the false smile off her face.

Ruby sat in her seat in first class by the window and there was still an empty seat next to her. Still feeling extremely nervous she decided to pop another pill washed it down with a bottle of water she had bought on the plane with her.

“Good evening madam I think I’m sitting next to you.” said a well dressed Japanese man in broken English, he sat down next to Ruby.

“My name is Yuri, my English not great and you are”

“Oh sorry Ruby nice to meet you”

“you shaking Ruby”

“Yes I’m very nervous don’t like flying but have to go to New York for business”

“aahhh me too.”

The man was about 50 with oriental features, Ruby could see he kept in shape but she did notice a bald patch in his greying hair.

The plane was now cruising at 50,000feet, the Japanese man was watching a film on the screen in front of him with ear pods on. Ruby thought a film might help her to relax but after 30 minutes of watching legally blonde her nerves were escalating.

“I need a drink!” she screamed looking around for a stewardess.

A couple of hours later she grabbed another gin and tonic from stewardess and knocked it straight back. She was now finally felt relaxed, a bit too relaxed, the mixture of pills and alcohol were playing with her body.

Not Beşevler Rus Escort only was she relaxed, she felt little tingles in her body, she couldn’t believe how horny she was felt.

“Excuse me do you have a blanket.” Ruby asked the passing stewardess

“Yes I will go get you one sweetheart, anything else?”

” No thank you.”

Ruby took the blanket and laid it out on her lap while looking around to see if anybody could see her in the dimly lit plane, most were asleep or watching a film. Luckily for Ruby, Yuri was also asleep with a mask over his eyes. She moved her hand under the blanket undoing the drawstring on her grey joggers, slowly loosening the waistband. She looked around and placed her hand inside her knickers.

She inserted her middle finger inside her pussy moving it in and out, she felt her body shaking as she pulled her finger out and rubbed it over her clit.

Her eyes were closed as she went to work on her pussy her body felt hot as she continued to punish herself, she moved her free hand inside her loose hoodie and started pinching her own nipple, as she bit down on the hood to stop the whole plane hearing her pleasure, as she felt a warm flow in her knickers.

Then she’s alarmed to feel the blanket move. She lifted the blanket to look underneath and sees Yuri’s hand there. Ruby looked at him shocked, Yuri just smiles as he gently lifted her ass up and pulls her bottoms and knickers down to her knees, then replaced the blanket on her lap.

He moved his hand to her wet pussy and gently rubbed it, Ruby moved her hands inside her hoodie, she rubbed and pinched both nipples. Ruby lets out a moan as Yuri’s two fingers entered her in a circular motion. Her head banged against her seat in pleasure like she had never experienced before.

Yuri moved his head on to Ruby’s headrest and kissed her sucking her tongue in to his mouth, his two fingers drove her made with desire. Ruby moved her hoodie up so her breasts were exposed. Yuri wasted no time in putting his mouth on her nipples sucked them hard, she pushed his head down on them and kissed the top of it, as Yuri’s assault of Ruby’s body commenced.

Ruby reached out to feel the bulge in Yuri’s pants then unzipped his trousers to release his cock. She had 6 or 7 inches of rock hard meat in her hand, she rapidly moved her hand up and down his cock, Yuri stopped working on her nipples for a few seconds as he let out a moan.

Their passion accelerated as Yuri’s fingers pumped Ruby’s pussy faster, his lips slobbered over her tits. Ruby licked her hand to act as lube, she sped up her motion on his cock . Her body started to shake as she felt an orgasm Cebeci Rus Escort coming, she gripped the armrest to her right and bit down on her hood again and gave out a muffled scream. Her pussy was hot and wet.

Ruby hardly had the strength but continued wanking Yuri as quick as she could, her motion getting more erratic. Yuri puts his mouth over Ruby’s mouth and as they breathed heavily in to each others mouths, tongues darting in and out. He let out a moan muffled by Ruby’s mouth as his cum shot across her midriff, pumping until her stomach was covered.

Ruby fell back in her chair hardly able to catch her breath her blanket had slipped off her. Yuri gave her a kiss on the cheek then pulled her bottoms and knickers up, Ruby finding just enough energy to lift her ass of the seat so he could completely redress her.

After about 10 minutes Ruby was fully composed, trying to comprehend what had happened. She turned to Yuri who was already asleep again, a mask covering his eyes.

She stared out the window at the black sky, hypnotised by the flashing light at the end of the wing, suddenly her eyes feel heavy and she fell asleep.

“Madam excuse madam.” Said the stewardess. She shook Ruby’s arm to wake her up. Ruby woke with a jump and snapped at the stewardess “what!”

“Sorry madam we are coming in to land soon, please fasten your seat belt”

“Oh ok sorry” Ruby couldn’t believe how quickly the flight had gone, maybe fun with strangers was the answer to her flying fears. Ruby turned to Yuri and they smiled at each other, she noticed how attractive he looked. The plane landed, everyone started to get off Yuri moved to one side allowing Ruby passed and followed her out. They stepped off the plane and made they way to arrivals. Ruby looked around for Yuri but he had disappeared in the crowd.

Ruby woke up in her hotel room it was the day of the meeting so she was nervous. She ordered room service breakfast, showered and got dressed. Her blonde hair was in a pony tail, a black skirt down to the knee, white blouse, blue blazer and black shoes with a short heel. The concierge hailed Ruby a yellow taxi cab and she made her to the meeting.

Ruby made her way into a large meeting room with a large table with large black office chairs around it. The room started to fill with business people, she noticed she was the only woman.

A large American who Ruby thought was the CEO of the company got up to speak “Hi everyone can I welcome you all and introduce you to two new members. Firstly from London is Ruby a very intelligent and valuable member of our team and the other is Yuri from our Tokyo office who flew here via London!”

Ruby Kolej Rus Escort couldn’t believe it was the man from the plane. She couldn’t take her eyes off Yuri remembering the way he had delivered Pleasure to her body on the plane. She noticed Yuri was looking at her with fire in his eyes the sexual tension filled the room, until its all the two could think of was ripping each others clothes off. The meeting lasted what seemed days.

“Ok everyone lets have a couple of hours to eat and have a drink” said the meeting leader as the room emptied.

But Ruby never left the empty room she had to have Yuri there and then. She rushed to him with a mix of anger and pleasure on her face. Yuri grabbed her and put against the wall. He pulled up her skirt and grabbed her pussy through her knickers, He eventually pulling them to one side as his fingers entered driving Ruby wild.

Ruby kissed him pulling at his erect cock through his trousers and then crouched down, pulling his cock out of his trousers. She sucked it like she was sucking an ice lolly on a hot day. Yuri’s passion was burning hot as picked Ruby up under her armpits and put her on the big table. Ruby fell back placing her hands on the table to stop herself hitting it, she wrapped her legs round Yuri as he pushed his cock into Ruby’s pussy pumping it as hard as he could. He moved his hand around Ruby’s throat as pumped with all his energy.

“Come on fuck me is that all you got” Ruby shouted she was now out of control, This spurred Yuri on and he found another gear, his face red with anger and sweat as rammed his cock into her wet pussy.

Ruby managed to get her hands around the back of Yuri’s neck, she screamed for Yuri to fuck her harder. Yuri couldn’t hold his cum in any longer and filled Ruby’s insides with his hot seed.

“Oh yes that’s it!” Ruby screamed as she felt a warm flush through her body. They held each other for a few minutes their bodies soaked from sweat.

Ruby and Yuri composed themselves as they remembered the meeting hadn’t finished and everyone would back in the room soon. The room smelt hot and sweaty so they searched for a window to open. The only window was a large one at the end of the room that was overlooked by an office block. Ruby was worried what if the office block staff opposite had watched them.

Yuri grabbed Ruby by the hand and led her to a toilet block.

“Clean we need to clean” Yuri said in poor English.

Ruby cleaned herself down straightened her clothes and started thinking about what happened over the last two days. She never felt like that before, she was never sexually frustrated she had tinder for that.

The pair entered the now full meeting room with Ruby the last to enter.

“Please leave the door open Ruby, it smells like two bulls have been rutting in here.” The meeting leader grumbled.

Disappointed with how quick the sex was in the meeting room she wanted more. As the meeting finished Ruby handed Yuri a note which simply read:

Carlton Hotel room 326 8 o’clock.

Ruby smiled at Yuri as she left to prepare.

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Last week I stayed in a motel that had a mirrored wall over the sinks and a full length mirror on the wall next to the bathroom door. There was also a thick soft rug on the floor. It was well lighted. I’m a bit of an exhibitionist and voyeur at times and I thought it would be fun to give a friend a blow job in front of the mirrors.

You and I had spent the day touring wineries in the local area. After dinner we swam a bit in the motel pool and soaked in the hot tub. We then went to our rooms, which were connected. You wanted to shower to wash off the chlorine.

When I heard your shower start, I took off my swim suit and came into your room. I got on my knees on the soft rug in front of the full length mirror I stroked my cock while I waited for you. When you finished showering and toweling yourself dry you opened the bathroom door and stepped out.

You smiled when you saw me kneeling there with my hand wrapped around a big hard-on. You dropped Eryaman Escort your towel and stepped closer to me. When you saw our reflections in the mirrors you really smiled.

The hot shower had relaxed your scrotum. Your walnut sized balls hung low, in their furry sac, below your soft fat penis. I kissed the head of your penis and lifted it so I could kiss and then suck each of your balls.

I gently took each nut into my mouth and bathed and rolled it around with my tongue. You rubbed your penis across my forehead and eyelids while I sucked your nuts. Your scrotum began to contract so I moved to your now semi flaccid penis.

You put your hands on your hips as I took your penis in my hand. I pushed the foreskin back and completely exposed the plum sized head. I licked the head then slipped my lips over it. I ran my tongue around the head before I stuffed all of your penis into my mouth.

My Sincan Escort lips were in your pubic hair. Your penis was getting hard inside my mouth. A feeling I love. It was changing from a soft fat penis into a thick hard cock for me to suck.

As your cock got harder I moved my head back and began some serious cocksucking. I took it out of my mouth and licked you from balls to cockhead. I nibbled my way up and down your cock shaft and I ran the tip of my tongue around the rim and tapped the sensitive vee. You really liked that.

I bobbed my head and slipped my lips up and down your cock as I masturbated you with my mouth. But most of all I used my tongue and lips on and around your cockhead. I gently fondled, squeezed and tugged you balls as I sucked you off.

When I felt your scrotum tightening up and your cock becoming more rigid in my mouth, I pulled your cock out of my mouth. I Etlik Escort kneeled there with my mouth open and my tongue stuck out slightly. I wanted you to see your sweet cum shooting into my mouth.

I was holding your hard cock. You put your hand on mine to aim better. I removed my hand and you gently stroked your cock. The first gob shot into my mouth and landed on the back of my tongue.

Then you began to cum in a steady stream of warm sweet cream. You filled my mouth as I swallowed. Cum ran over my lips and dripped to my chest. You moved your cock around and hosed my face. When you stopped cumming in a steady stream I sucked your cock back into my mouth and sucked your balls dry. I looked up at you after I had licked your cock clean. You smiled some more. You used a fingertip to wipe some of your cum off my face. You extended your finger to me and I licked it clean.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My faced was covered with cum and there was cum in my hair. I wiped my face and licked my hands clean. I got to my feet and went into the bathroom to shower.

After I toweled myself dry I opened the bathroom door and stepped out. I smiled. You were kneeling on the soft rug in front of the mirrors. Your mouth was open and you had stroked your penis to a hard erect cock.

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Please note, this is a true story. However, I’ve changed the names, ages, occupations and places to protect the other person’s privacy. I have no shame so enjoy, LOL.

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Pam: The Thrill of Getting Caught 1

Starts slow, ends with a big twist.

Saturday evening, we were headed to a big event. I had just started seeing Pam, a 31 year old admin manager. We met when she attended a conference her company was having in the hotel I just got a job managing at. I had recently moved back to the area for the summer of my 27th year standing. She was 5’6, 32C with long brunette hair and a small yet round rear.

After a few weeks of dating she invited me to a celebratory event. Pam’s aunt and uncle were having their 25 year anniversary. It was being held at a really nice estate in the hills. They had worked for decades at for a large financial institution. As a thank you gesture, one of the execs threw the party for them at their large estate.

The place looked like a mansion you’d in see those dating reality shows are filmed at. Multiple levels, 8+ bedrooms plus several other random rooms and a large yard with a heated pool. It was a catered affair with, wait staff, bartenders, security, valet parking and a door host checking names. The landscaping was obviously well kept. And everyone was dressed to impress.

Pam was wearing a sexy black dress that gave me the right “access”. It had 2 thin straps on the shoulders, with some soft fur that went around the body above the chest. The length was to the middle of her thighs with a small visible slit at her left thigh. She wore a tiny Y shaped thong underwear that barely covered anything. And with the fur covering her top she had no bra on.

I was in a custom made black suit with a royal blue shirt and a striped, grey tie. I was looking good and feeling good. I was feeling even better when I picked up Pam and saw what she was wearing. There was no way I wasn’t going to fuck her wearing this dress and at this event. The question was where, when and how without getting caught. But the risk of getting caught heightened the sexual arousal.

Security cameras were an issue but they were mainly on the exterior. I would have to navigate a few before the evening was over. But inside I didn’t see any obvious ones. Just in case I had to make sure it would be in the darker rooms as at this time period cameras with night vision capabilities were not as commercially available. The last thing I wanted was for Pam to have to face her judgmental firing squad of a family over our escapades. But the risk for both of us was so exciting that the risks outweighed any hesitation.

As we arrived and met many random people. At 7pm, just as the festivities and speeches were to begin. Moving around the huge mansion, I scouted the location as if I was casing the joint. In a way I was but not to rob it. I was going to fuck Pam everywhere I could and as many times as I could this long evening.

After an hour of quick toasts, speeches, meeting people and touring the mansion, I had developed a plan. During that hour we ate, drank, mingled and I scouted the hell out of the place. I walked around making myself look like I was some sort of architectural guy admiring the structure as not to make people suspicious. Several, “wow this is so well made, look at the detail on this trim and man I can’t wait to have a place like this” types of comments throughout the night.

The speeches were too short and Pam would’ve been noticed if she was gone. So after everyone started dispersing around the house it was more riskier that someone catches us. Fortunately, the house size to guest ratio wasn’t too extreme. And there was plenty of places I could do what I wanted. It was just more about the timing.

The first opportunity presented itself when right as the last toast happened, everyone scattered to different parts of the house. So it wouldn’t be too suspicious where we would go. We snuck into one of the 3 garages. This one was the furthest away from the main house. But it wasn’t having sex in the garage that would be adventurous. It was on what?

There in the corner sat an all-black Honda motorcycle. It looked more like a Harley style then the crotch rocket sport type bikes. It had a small smooth slope upward from the seat to the handles then the big dip in the seat to the front. This was not going to be easy, trying to do what we were going to do. But we were determined to fuck on this bike.

I throw my jacket on a counter and rip off Pam’s thong. I lift her butt onto the leather seat and began eating her out. She was laying facing up with her head toward the front, by the handles. The bike had a longer seat to lay on and eating her out while I was somewhat standing, hunched over and behind the bike. I popped my head up quickly to tell her to pull out her breasts and fondle them.

Seeing her from my angle playing with her breasts and moaning in pleasure was so hot. My tongue was licking under her hood. Her body was Demetevler Rus Escort aching for more and my fingers gave that to her. Pam was very wet and I slid in a few fingers. Now I was licking and finger fucking her while she was playing with her breasts. Pam was purring in bliss.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked her.

“Yes, very much so.” She moans out.

“How badly do you want me?” I asked in a more serious tone and increase my fingering pace.

“Very badly, very badly, please don’t tease me. Just take me.” She replies, now frantically wanting to fuck.

The naughtiness of the whole situation then adding in what I was doing to her pussy had her riled up. Sometimes the where your fucking makes the actual fucking even hotter. And man was her body and desires sizzling right now. I bet she’d even let me fuck her ass if I wanted. But she wasn’t prepped for that tonight. So my hose would have to put out the fire at a different entrance she has.

I turn her over, face down onto the motorcycle. I move her body further up on the seat. I climb on and put my raging hard cock at her love tunnel. Her hands are on both handle bars. My cock moves all the way into her. Then I have her fuck me on the bike.

How, well I had Pam slide forward then back her rear up on my cock. A bit difficult at first but once we got a rhythm going, it was on. Slide forward then back, slide forward then back. Then I spanked her ass for her to speed up. She started pushing back faster and with more force. It felt good but looked even hotter watching this.

I started using both my hands on her rear. Alternating spanking her right cheek with my right hand. And vice versa with the left. Doing this started revving me up and I had to take a more active role in fucking her. I startled her by picking her up and dropping down on my cock on the seat. My face was buried in her chest while she started bouncing and bouncing and bouncing on my cock.

All this was a new adventure and sensation for Pam. She was like a new wild woman riding my cock. Her moans were getting louder but she didn’t care. I pulled out a condom from my shirt pocket and I slipped it over my finger. It was a Durex lubricated condom and right when I knew she would be close to her climax, she’d get another surprise.

My mouth began to sink down hard sucking on her right nipple while my left hand was pinching her left nipple. Pam was ready and telling me, “I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum.” Just as she was about to cum I slipped my condom covered finger into her asshole. Her body was getting so much stimulation from the moment, my cock, my mouth, my hand and now a finger.

“Holy fuck!” She screamed out loud as her climax hit. But I didn’t stop my onslaught on her senses. She stopped riding me and just sat there for a bit. My finger didn’t let up and neither did my mouth. But then we hear someone say, “Check over there.” We get off the motorcycle and climb into a H2 Hummer.

There we were hiding on the floor of the back seat of this gigantic car. A person with a flashlight walks in and starts to scan the garage. Pam is holding my hands and were both smiling at each other. After a few minutes, the person with the flashlight leaves. I guess Pam was so loud security from the main house came over. She jokingly tried to say it was my fault but my response…..”It wasn’t my voice; my mouth was busy sucking on your breast.

After we came back into the main area, we got separated a bit as some of her family grabbed her for some photos. I moved back to the kitchen to grab some water and hydrate some. I didn’t want to go to the bartender outside as I wanted to stay as low key as possible. The kitchen had a sectional island with a few people small talking. I walked around them to the counter and grabbed a water bottle. An older women approached me and asked me to show her where the bathroom was. When I looked over to answer her, it was Janet!

She was a cougar who literally taught me about exhibitionism and the techniques on how to fuck outside. I was 20 and she was 41 when we met. We had a brief but memorable time together. Now Janet was 48. I remember her juicy 36DD rack was just as desirous to me as it was back then. She was still attractive and I would fuck her if I had the chance.

Janet was wearing a chef’s jacket. I found out she was helping the person who catered the event. So she knew damn well where the bathroom was. In fact she led me to a different bathroom I didn’t even know was there. It was in a fitness room, separate from the main house they set up their supplies in. She was on my arm as we walked there, talking and laughing. Both knowing what she wanted. And heck I’ll admit I wanted to fuck her also.

What the hell was I doing? I was here with one date and now about to fuck another. Granted we haven’t talked about being exclusive. But I was at her uncle and aunt’s 25th anniversary. I generally don’t have regrets but I’m definitely Otele Gelen Rus Escort on thin ice on this one. In the moment I confess I didn’t care if we got caught and Pam found out. Janet had me wrapped around her finger like I was under a spell for years. I had to have her right here, right now!

When we got inside the bathroom our mouths moved from talking to pleasing each other. I open up her white chef’s button up coat with and her juicy melons come into view. Now there wasn’t a hallelujah and bright lights that appeared in reality but in mind I swear it did. I’m sure her boobs got bigger, I bet she had them done again. I am not ashamed that I went to town on her breasts and tried to suck them dry. I seriously spent way too much time liking, sucking and squeezing them; she had to stop me as she wanted to fuck before people came looking for her.

My pants drop and I lift up her black professional knee length skirt. Wait, she’s not wearing any underwear herself. I wanted to go down on her but she stopped me. I spent way too much time on her breasts already, we skipped anymore foreplay. She wanted me to hammer her, now!

Janet learns over the bathroom sink and says, “Fuck me hard, you know how I like it.” I quickly enter her and notice she’s considerably wet. She stills feel so good down there. As I start hammering her wet pussy, I realize there is a sense of recognition that hits me. I remember that feeling, that extra wetness. I’ve fucked her enough times to know. It was someone else’s cum inside there.

This means I wasn’t the first inside her tonight. Which didn’t surprise me, when we messed around before she had 3 or 4 boy toys at once. There were several days we hooked up I was either the 2nd or 3rd guy that day and she had their cum inside of her from the others. I can only imagine what it felt like for the last guy that night. Janet was an insatiable cougar, who constantly preyed on younger men for their energy.

While pounding her hard I ask, “So I take it I’m not the first to cum inside you this evening.”

“Your definitely not the first probably the 3rd and I’ll have a few more before the night was over. But you are the oldest.” She replies.

“Your such a fucking wild one and I luv it.” I tell her in an supportive of her getting as much ass as she wanted and non-judging way.

“Wish you didn’t get yourself a mixed up in a relationship back then, I went through quite a few guys to replace you in filling my noon sex needs.” She commented.

Most of the guys working as catering staff were 20-24 and colleges kids. That was her usually age range as she loved their youth and energy. Working on a college campus with a grad program she access to guys left and right. One of the guys she used to fuck even ended up marrying her daughter. I wonder if she still fucked him while he was with her daughter.

The thought of that got me even more turned on. I don’t know if I could’ve resisted Janet if I was in that guy’s shoes. There was something about her, some power she wielded over us men. Now I’m fucking her again years later, with her bent over the sink sparking many good memories in my mind. But my body was focused on making a new memory now.

“Do you like my new boobs? I went to 36EE.” She asks.

“Hell yeah!” Was the only response I had.

“Do you still wish you were my noon sex toy? Do you miss me taking you around campus and the medical offices to fuck me in random places?” She asks.

“Yes, hell yes I miss fucking you daily at 12pm in random places. I miss all the wild times we had.” I confessed to her.

“I know you want to cum on my new boobs but I need you to cum inside me. You know the drill.” She devilishly says.

The drill she was referring to was, whoever was last to fuck her had to eat her out. Janet didn’t even to orgasm until the last guy of the night. She wanted to have the euphoric feeling/edging all day until she had the massive orgasm to close out the night. Plus the thrill of some young stud eating her after whoever had filled her up that day was extremely gratifying for her. For Janet that thrill was so electrifying. It was her special kink and nothing else got here off the same way.

As I was pounding her with fury, she told me she didn’t approve of the woman I was with. Her intuition told her Pam was too uptight for me. She literally told me to get my rocks off quickly then move on. In her words there were too many single women for me to waste my time on uptight. Although she was kind of right about Pam, as she was a little uptight. What she didn’t know was I had already been “loosening” her up.

Janet loved the power I had in my hips and my ability to control my movements. She kept pushing me with her words, “Harder, Harder, yes, just the way I like it, harder, fuck me.” The more she said the harder I kept trying to punish her hole with each thrust. It wasn’t long before I grunted out in ecstasy and emptied my load. Adding to Balgat Rus Escort her cum filled pussy. I found out later that she also fucked one of Pam’s nephews that day, which would haunt me at a later time.

We got dressed and kissed some more. Janet had these big full lips that were so fun to make out with. She would suck on your tongue and melt you into her Venus fly trap with those lips. And I was one of those that got stuck in that trap. We went back to the party in separate directions. I walked all the way around from the back side of the garages to the pool area, then smack bad in the middle of the festivities.

Once I came back to the main area, I found Pam talking with a few of her cousins. I wave her over and we went outside toward one of the courtyards. There was a small structure, it was the fitness room I just fucked Janet in. Walking along a side wall, I stopped her and physically manhandled her up against it. The lighting was nonexistent as the wall shielded us from the courtyard lights that were fully lit. It was very dark and a cool breeze was hitting us.

I held my left hand over Pam’s mouth, kicked her legs open and her thong was in her purse. Fingers from my right hand roughly entered her. Pam was still very wet with my cum still mixed in there. This was not a sex scene for the timid. There was no gentle teasing on foreplay. It was pure lust.

From afar it looked like I was assaulting her. And in a sense I was. I had been aggressively finger fucking her very wet and warm pussy. Her screams were going into my hand. Hiding the sounds from the world. I could feel the muffled vibrations against my palm.

As I look into Pam’s eyes, the look of intensity she’s giving me is egging me on for more. And so I began to spank her pussy firmly. Shivers went through Pam’s body as the first strike stung not only her body but also her senses. Her body is on overload from my assault on her pussy. The climax I was demanding with my actions was about to arrive. But then……….

We hear some ruffling from the bushes. There was someone watching us from the parking lot. It was a person in a noticeable white jacket. I’m guessing it was one of the parking valets. I couldn’t make out at this distance if they were touching themselves or not. But this gave me an idea.

Pam started to tense up. However, I was unrelenting in the assault of her smooth freshly shaved pussy. I was determined to give her another strong yet unique orgasm. Another one that she’d remember forever. I said a strong tone, “Let him watch. Let him see you in pleasure. Let him see how hot you look when you climax. Because I am not stopping until you do.”

With those last words from me, Pam fell back into the moment and let it all just happen. Her body was trembling. I was rotating from finger fucking her and spanking her pussy. The climax we both wanted to happen was building up again. “Look down at him.” I said while continuing my onslaught.

Her eyes moved back into his direction. I whisper in her ear, “You know, he’s got his cock out and jerking it. Watching you getting finger fucked like a slut in heat. This must be making him crave to fuck you himself. What if I removed my hand from your mouth and let him hear your scream out in ecstasy? He’s probably been watching us the whole time and is now ready to explode.” Now at this point I didn’t know if he was touching himself or not.

Simultaneously, when those words came wickedly pouring out of out of my mouth, Pam climaxed all over my hand. We’d only been fucking for a few weeks but this was the most juices I’ve seen come out of her. Pam fell onto my shoulder. I held her there in my arms. Then we both her a distant groan. So he was touching himself watching us. A big proud smile came across my face. Technically I was now responsible for 2 peoples orgasms with only one hand.

As we gather ourselves and head back to the house. I notice the were gathering most of the people by the pool area. A few of the caterers brought out a large anniversary cake. There was still some stragglers that stayed inside. Some of the men were shooting pool in the billiard room and some randoms throughout the house.

We walked inside like we were looking for the bathroom. I tried to be a discreet throughout the evening as possible so no one would notice us. So if we had gone missing it wouldn’t be as obvious. We headed quickly up the stairs to the using the back stair case and arriving at the top level. Moving down the hall without anyone seeing us and into a large dark room.

While inside I was already very hard from what just occurred. Not to mention I was pretty amped all night already to fuck. I pushed Pam onto her knees, dropped my pants and my shaft started disappearing between her lips. She didn’t notice as I took off my suit jacket but put something in my shirt pocket. In and out of her small yet skilled mouth. Standing above this sexy woman with my very hard shaft being swallowed was such an erotic sight.

I could’ve let her suck me for hours but I was targeting my cum for another entrance of hers that I already left some in earlier. I lifted her back up and moved her close to the window looking down on the pool and other guests. I put her hands and forearms against the wall that was adjacent to the window. We could see down and through the way the windows were tinted. It would be tough to fully see inside without the lights on.

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I’ve known I was gay for a long time, since at least age 10. I grew up in a Christian home and tried as hard as I could to be good, so I hid these feelings from my family and friends. I was afraid of what would happen if I told anyone. In college I joined a Bible study right around the time I lost my virginity. I confided in a close friend About being gay and he was very caring, not at all hateful. He and I read a lot of books about what the Bible says about this and most said that someone like me, trying to be good, but attracted to men, should pursue celibacy. That scared me and I told my friend that it did.

He isn’t like a strong Christian, we’d make sex jokes, and curse, but he did go to this Bible study with me and didn’t have sex with his girlfriend, although he did tell me that they did pretty much everything up to penetration. He and I would hang out all the time and talk, he quickly became one of my best friends and I was glad that I could talk about my struggles and fears with him.

I also liked him because he was a very attractive man. We lived in the same dorm so I would come to his room sometimes and he would be shirtless. He was shorter than me, but much more toned. He had well defined pecs, sexy abs, and the thickest body hair I’ve seen up close on a man. He also had a well groomed beard, and beautifully sculpted golden hair. His voice was very deep for being short.

He and I would go work out at our school’s rec center and one time we were going swimming. In the locker room I was wondering if he was going to change in front of me, since he knew I was gay. He did, but he was facing away from me. All I saw was his muscly bubble butt that had a nice layer of hair. I am glad he was facing away though because he would have seen me staring and my boner growing. I ran to the stall to change and pretended like I was pooping until I could get my boner to go down. When I met him at the pool he asked if it was ok that he changed in front of me and said it was fine, I didn’t even look. He still used the stall the next time we met.

One weekend we were at a retreat together for our Bible study and at the hotel, he and I shared a bed. All night I was laying there trying to sleep, but listening to his hypnotic snores and smelling his manly scent. It was the first time that I longed to be with him sexually. I wanted to feel his beautiful hair, run my fingers on his tight body, feel his dick penetrating me. My lust made me want to touch him, so I did. I first lightly touched him on his arm to see if he’d wake up. He didn’t so I pressed harder and he still didn’t. I built up the confidence to feel his manhood. It was kind of small, he was flaccid, a lot smaller than me flaccid. I layed there a few hours and did this routine again. This time when I touched his dick it was fully hard and very strong. It was lifting up his boxers and even popping out of it a bit. I carefully lifted up the elastic strap on his boxers and put my other hand in to grasp his dick. It was amazing! I got really nervous so I stopped, but had to go to the bathroom to rub one out. I told him about this when we were both adults and he was cool with it haha.

From this point on, my desire for him grew so much. I wanted to cuddle with him, date him, feel him, pleasure him, and be pleasure by him. I wanted to love him. I was grieved that this could never happen though, because he was straight, and we were supposed to be good Christians being sexually moral.

A year later, we were closer than ever. We hung out most nights and had a lot of fun doing it. One night he was in my dorm room (I had a single) and we were playing video games. We stopped after a while and just started talking. I asked him how his now fiancé was doing, he said they were good, but she was worried they were going too far so they stopped doing oral and taking their pants off in front of each other. I laughed and said, “TMI dude.”

He said, “Sorry haha, you’re just my only friend I can talk to about these things.” I told him it was ok and grabbed a coke from my fridge.

He asked me how I was doing and I just shrugged. “Come on tell me!” He pressed.

I told him that I was really lonely in my singleness. I said that I was terrified by the thought of being celibate, by not being able to be intimate with someone I care deeply about.

He told me that he cares about me and thanked me for sharing. “Is there any way I can help?” He asked.

I jokingly said, “you could sleep with me.” I felt so awkward after I said that and was super worried that he would feel awkward too.

He snickered and said, “are you joking or are you serious?” Demetevler Escort I said I was joking and blushed and got really quiet. He knows me really well so he could tell I was lying. He said, “it’s ok, you can tell me if you want to have sex with me.” This was so awkward!

I caved and said, “I’m so sorry but I am attracted to you in that way. I care about you a lot though and would never want to do anything that would jeopardize our friendship. I didn’t want to tell you, I’m sorry this came out and I hope you don’t hate me for this.”

He looked at the ground and said, “I’m sorry, I need a minute.” He left the room without saying goodbye. I started crying a bit thinking that I just lost my best friend. How could he still want to be my friend if he knew I wanted him sexually? I started thinking about ways I was going to apologize and beg for his friendship again. I was going to tell him that I’d never think about him that way again and that he is too important to me to lose.

An hour later I got a knock on my door. It was 2am so I knew it couldn’t be anyone but him. It was and he walked in my room and sat down. He said, “I have some stuff I want to say and I just want you to sit and listen until I finish if that is ok. You’re my best friend and I love you like a brother. You could say anything or do anything to me and I would never stop being your best friend. That being said, I am straight and I do not love you like that and do not want to have sex with you.” I was relived that he still loved me and wanted to be friends but was definitely a bit sad at this statement, I had still hoped he would want me.

He went on to say, “that being said, I recognize that you are in such a terrible situation. I want to be married and have sex so badly, I wish my fiancé would go all the way with me now because I want it so badly, but I’m getting married soon. And I can’t imagine the pain you must be feeling wanting to be with someone who loves you so badly while knowing that it can never happen. You must be so scared, lonely, and frustrated and I want to help you in any way that I can. I love my fiancé and want to marry her, I don’t want to cheat on her, but I think that if I do this for you as a friend, not because I want you, it isn’t actually cheating or I can at least pretend it isn’t. I don’t want you, I’m just helping you.”

I perked up as he said this and said, “wait are you…”

He interrupted me and said, “Please wait, I have more to say. Yes I am going to do this for you, and I thought a lot about how this is going to work. I know one time isn’t going to help you, so I am willing to make this a regular thing, but I don’t want to only be your sex buddy, I want to be your friend, so I am only going to do this one weekend out of the year for the forseeable future. I want to hangout with you often, but one weekend every year, we can set aside a trip to a nearby city or something to hangout, be friends, and then sleep together in the evenings. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get hard, but I figured I can bring up porn or something to help. Ok I’m done, what are your thoughts?”

I started crying and I hugged him. “I love you so much!” I said. “This is by far the most self-sacrificial thing any one has ever done for me!”

“I love you too,” he replied, “and I love you too much to let you suffer like this. I want this weekend to be the first weekend we do this, but every year we can pick one that works for us.”

“Can I just make one request?” I asked a bit pathetically.

“Go for it,” he said, still sounding nervous.

“This weekend will work great for me to take a trip, but if I may. I don’t think I can wait 4 days for our first time. Just this once, can we do one extra time, right now?”

He laughed at me, called me a horn dog, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me in for a kiss. His lips were moist and lucious. His breath was a bit rank, but I loved it. He stopped for a bit and said, “this is so awkward, but I’m going to keep going for it and hopefully I get used to it.”

“You will” I said while laughing at him. We kept kissing and he started opening his mouth. Our tongues met. I got into it faster than him, so I got onto his lap and started rubbing his tight pecs over his shirt. I could feel his bod hair even through his shirt.

“Lets move to the bed” he said as he quickly nudged me off of him.

“Let’s also take off our shirts,” I said.

We took them off and his body was sexier than it had ever been to me. His toned physique was clearly showing under his thick body hair. I Otele gelen escort had some hair, but not nearly as much as him. He got on the bed first and I got on top of him. I started kissing him again while rubbing his body. Our crotches met and I started rubbing mine on his. I was hard, but I could tell he wasn’t.

“Are you still ok with this?” I asked.

“It’s kind of awkward to be honest, but I can tell you are enjoying it and I don’t want to stop.”

I kept going and started licking his neck. I had sex 3 times about 3-4 years ago before I became a celibate Christian, so I didn’t have much experience, but I still remembered what to do to please a man.

My tongue moved down to his hairy chest and met his nipple. I started suckling it and bit it softly. “H-ah-holy shit!” He moaned.

“Are you ok?” I asked.

“Yeah! That feels great don’t stop!”

I kept doing it and moved to his other nipple. My left hand was on his abs now and they felt great but I wanted to move lower. I grabbed his crotch and started rubbing it. I could feel a chubby through his pajama bottoms, but could tell he wasn’t hard. I knew it was going to take a lot to get him ready to fuck me.

I stopped suckling to remove his bottoms and he helped me get them off. While I was taking mine off he said, “I’m don’t know much about this, so I’m not sure what to expect. Especially this first time, I’ll need you to guide me.”

I told him that was fine and finished throwing my jeans on the floor. I started kissing him again and began rubbing his crotch with mine. I never expected to be making out with my best friend, my greatest love, in our underwear, but it was actually happening!

“I’m getting harder,” he said, “the friction helps.”

“I know what will help more I said as I stared into his eyes with what I can imagine was the most embarrassing sex face ever. I move my head downwards and placed my mouth around his dick in his boxers.

He moaned a bit and said, “just get rid of the boxers already!” I wiggled them off his legs and threw them on the floor. I took mine off too. I had felt his dick once before, but this was the first time I had seen it in all its glory. It was straight, semi-hard, natural hair, and gorgeous! I grabbed his balls, placed my tongue at the bottom of his shaft and slowly worked up to his head. I did that a couple more times and he started getting really hard.

“Guess you didn’t need porn,” I said just before sticking the tip of his penis into my mouth. I licked his head and took a breath. I then stuck more of his dick into my mouth.

I got it pretty far in when I was worried he was going to cum so I stopped and asked, “You aren’t going to cum yet are you? There’s still more.”

He said, “No I’m not, I used to get head a lot from my fiancé and it always made me hard but never made me cum.”

I just saId a quick, “Good” and kept sucking.

He moaned a few more times and grabbed my head. I started rubbing his body again. Soon I moved back to kissing him. I grabbed both our erect dicks and placed them on each other so I could rub them together while we kissed. I was a bit bigger than him haha. I looked at my wall clock and realized we had been doing this for about 40 minutes now and I wanted him to fuck me.

“You’re going to love this next part,” I said as I got off my bed and grabbed some lotion I usually use for masturbating. I put a good amount on his dick and started jacking him.

“Mmm, I love a good handjob,” he said, “that’s how my fiancé used to get me to cum.”

“This isn’t a handjob,” I said, “I’m preparing you.” I lubed up some of my fingers and stuck them in my ass. I was tight but loosened up easily. He watched me and looked a bit confused. It was cute, but I think he knew what was coming.

We were both ready now so I held up his dick, touched it to my anus and started pushing down on it. The tip went in easy so I started sliding further and got his whole cock in really quick. “FUCK!” He shouted in ecstasy. Then he said, “Woah wait wait.” And lifted his torso up to me. “Shouldn’t we like get a condom or something?”

I looked into his eyes and said, “Don’t worry, I’m not getting pregnant. Plus it wouldn’t be sex if you didn’t give me your man juice.” I was embarrassed that I just said, “Man juice,” out loud. He laughed a bit and started kissing me again. I think he was finally enjoying it, and I understand why. I haden’t been topped a lot so I must have been very tight, and he had never penetrated anyone before, not even a vagina.

I started Balgat Escort riding him slowly. Lotion isn’t the best lube, but I loosened up eventually and could start moving faster. “I love having you inside me,” I said to him.

He said back, “Fuck that is hot, now lay down, I want to fuck you properly.” We awkwardly tried to move into position without slipping out. I got down has he got up and I hit my head on the wall behind me. He laughed and grabbed my body dragging us back a bit. He grabbed my legs which were now in the air around him and started thrusting slowly. “FUCK!” He shouted again now louder as he stretched his muscly, hairy body in ectasy.

He slipped out once at first and laughed. I laughed too. “It’s harder to stay in you than I expected,” he said as he grabbed my lotion bottle and put more on his dick. He also fingered more into my ass. “This should make things smoother,” he said as he slid his dick back into me. He started moving really fast. I wished he’d slow down, but I could tell he was into it so I didn’t stop him and I loosened up quickly. He leaned down and started kissing me again. Our bodies met and I could feel his thick body hair scratching mine. I grabbed his butt and sucked on his tongue.

He stopped kissing and started moaning and moving faster. “Fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuck!” He said as I felt a large amount of thick, warm liquid fill my ass, he immediately started kissing me while he was still cumming and he hardly slowed down his thrusts. “I’m still hard,” he said, “and this still feels so good!” I told him not to stop so he kept going with his jizz slightly leaking out of my hole.

“Turn around” he said. I listened and got up and flipped around to my knees. He fingered my ass a bit and said, “Sorry I cum so much, I hope that feels good.”

I said, “Trust me it does.” He jammed his cock back into my ass and started fucking me doggy style. He laid on my back and wrapped his arms around me as he fucked. He squeezed me so tight. He fucked for maybe 10 minutes when I again felt a rush of warm liquid being shot inside me.

He slowed down and said, “Fuck that felt so good.”

He laid on me and I fell on the bed now laying on my stomach. We were both out of breath, so he just laid on me panting with his cock in my ass until we both caught our breath. It was starting to hurt more so I asked him to pull out slowly and he did. He was still hard! He laid on his back with his hands under his head and I kissed him softly on the mouth and laid my head on his chest. He moved his arm down and held me tight.

“This is the most loved I’ve ever felt,” I said to him.

“I love you too, brother,” he said. I got up and kissed him one more time then laid back on his chest.

He grabbed a blanket that was on the floor and got it to place over us. It didn’t quite cover us so I got up and fixed it then took my place back on his chest.

“Thanks,” he said in a drowsy tone.

We were laying in silence for 20 minutes when started to hear him snoring. His little snores were so cute. I got up to turn off the light and laid back down next to him now. I think I woke him up a little because he rolled me onto my side and put his arm around me. I held his hand and fell asleep.

The following weekend was the best weekend I had ever had. We went to Chicago, we visited the aquarium and the pier. I help his hand for a lot of it. He was not only willing to have sex with me, but also ok with faux-dating during these weekend trips. He fucked me a few times both nights and even once Sunday morning. He got a lot better at it since that first, slightly awkward time.

Six months later he was getting married and I was the best man. We even shared a hotel room the night before his wedding and he fucked me once. I asked him if he had regrets, that night and he said, “None at all. You’ve seemed so much happier since we started this, and I can tell it is helping you.”

It has been six years now and we’ve changed a lot. I’m a bit bigger (I enjoy pizza too much), he’s a lot stronger because he still hits the gym. He also has two young kids now. We still live in the same town and go to the same church though, plus, we still do our one weekend a year deal.

Outside of that weekend deal, we hangout almost every week. He will come to my house at least once during the week to chat and play video games. Sometimes he comes over and I will start to see a pants tent form. I always mention it when I see it and he says, something like “Yeah I’m getting hard, can we hookup really quick?”

I can tell he really enjoys having sex with me now because he wants to do it more and more often. He is still straight, I think, but he definitely likes my ass and I think he enjoys the intimacy with me, his best friend.

He is my best friend in the world and I am so grateful for all the ways that he has helped me and showed me he cares for me. I wouldn’t trade our friendship for the world, and the sex is pretty great too.

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