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My name now is Mark. What it used to be is immaterial, I am thirty-two, very ex-military, and allied occupations. I am also now discovering the country that I have been a citizen of for those thirty-two years without having been a resident of it for more than a few months of that time.

I had spent my childhood living in some awful base camps during my dad’s accompanied ‘overseas’ postings, or in some awful boarding schools in often remote rural Britain whenever he was on ‘special’ ops. After his divorce from my mom she took me with her to Italy.

Mom married the bloke who caused the split and two days after she did that I applied to join the only real family I had known. When my ticket out arrived I decked my stepfather and left to see many of the same places I had hated. Fast forward ten years and I was suddenly no longer a soldier, I was still serving but not in a uniform and not with the same gusto that I had enjoyed when I had a uniform to hide behind. Two years on and the politicians had made life a very risky business for some of us and so my name is Mark.

I bought a medium sized motor home, Large enough to cope with a double bed, (In the hope that I may occasionally need it) and after a few weeks learning the do’s and the do not’s, of mobile home use and membership of the caravan club I set off to explore my country.

Two days later, in the very early morning, I parked at the rear of a large motorway service station carpark to use their facilities, buy a newspaper, and then cook my breakfast. On returning to my ‘van’ I heard a male voice telling someone that if they did not get back in the car he would give them a pasting and make damn certain that they did not stay pretty for long.

Rounding the rear of my vehicle I find a man around my size and weight holding a woman by her wrist and was twisting it up behind her back as he tried to force her into an SUV. She was at least two inches shorter than him and about eighty pounds lighter, but he was the one doubled up in pain because he was so strong that she used his strength to support her as she planted one foot in his gut and the knee of the other leg in his face as his face came down and forward.

If you intended to act, do not wait for an introduction, do not pussyfoot around. I booted his knees from behind and as he continued towards the ground I grabbed his neck and gave him a rapid close-up view of the car door, grabbed his wrist, and forced it up behind his back.

He began struggling and swearing that he would effing kill me, so I smacked him under his ear to quieten him. I turned to speak to the woman, but I would have had to shout as she was already halfway across the car park heading for the shopping area.

I bundled Mr. tough guy into the back of the car and made certain that he would not go far, then took his phone and the gun weighing his coat pocket down, making damn sure I used my handkerchief to hold it before climbing into my ‘van and re-parking it alongside two other motor homes close to the entrance of the shopping area. I stuffed his shoes and trousers into a plastic bag and dumped that in a rubbish bin. The gun and ‘phone went into a lockbox under my seat.

On entering the building I ignored the main area and headed for the rear exit which led to the truck and coach park. Sure enough, she was standing behind a bus watching the lorry area.

This time I got a good look at her which was a very pleasant, and arousing, experience. She saw me and turned to run but stopped when I said that ‘he’ was out cold and in the back of his car without his shoes and trousers, so she was safe for the moment.

“If you come with me now, I can offer you a better chance of getting away from here and him than any trip in an HGV and certainly in more comfort.

Come into my van and as we travel you can tell me what the hell was going on back there. Before we do that, have a look at this and I showed her my driving licence.

Do you have a phone? She nodded; then take a picture of this. I do not mean you any harm, I overheard what he said, I was upset about that but I did enjoy your reply, but he would merely have chased you and now he can’t, so let me at least get you away from here.”

She did as I suggested and then agreed to come with me, at least until the next large town.

“Where are you really going?”

“I was heading to my sister in Scotland. The idea was to dump the car here and hitch a ride. That guy is a member of a midlands gang which has begun a take-over of the all the sex trade operations amongst other things. I am what you would call a ‘madam’ and ran a high-class operation, which they were after so of course I became a target. The threats began to arrive and then the visits I closed it down secured everything that they would need then ran. I knew they would be on the look-out for the car, but I thought I had time to get clear; I was wrong.

I can’t go near my house because they know where it is and they’ll just get me and take me back to their boss. I Demetevler Rus Escort live in a row of terraced houses. A neighbour is an elderly lady. I wanted to phone her, ask her to go into my place through the back door and collect as much of my clothing as she could manage, and I would arrange a collection method. She has a key which I gave her for emergencies, specifically ones such as this.”

“Do it. Tell me where to go. I can drive to somewhere close and then get a cab to her place, collect the stuff in bags and get it back to you, that way the ‘van stays out of sight and a taxi arriving at a different house should be safe. If we move now it will be done before this Oik and his men think things through.”

She had started from Birmingham, which was uncomfortably close-by so there was not much time for this plan to work, but her neighbour had agreed and so it stood a chance. I did take the time to post the tough-guy’s phone, without the battery, to my own P.O. box for collection later. I kept the gun to deal with later in peace and quiet.

Two hours later I knocked on her neighbour’s door. She opened it and told me to hurry as someone had already been to ask her if she had seen Linda this morning. He had gone away but would probably return with others.

That woman deserved a medal. She must have gone through Linda’s house like a whirlwind because I took four large suitcases back to the ‘van.

I was now in the company of a stunningly attractive woman of around five feet eight inches tall, in her mid-thirties. Her hair was shoulder length, almost black, probably because it was dyed, but already I was beginning to hope that I may discover if that was the case.

She wore a black T-shirt which somehow managed to enhance the thrust of her breasts which I guessed to be around 36c and merely covered by a lacy ‘bra which was certainly not supporting them. Black slacks and black pumps covered what appeared to be slim legs and small feet. I did want to find out exactly how slim the legs were, but it was the pressure on that ‘bra which I felt sure would need to be released as soon as possible.

Avoiding major routes we left Birmingham. As I drove I told her that I now knew that her name was Linda and would she please tell me what she, and now me, was involved in. I had given her my campers map book to check the area we were passing through and she saw that it showed two camping sites, and at that moment we saw the sign for the first one and we struck lucky.

It had a line of trees across the site which separated the mobiles from the tented, with the mobiles in the rear section. I booked in and connected the services then began to make the meal which I didn’t get earlier, but now it was dinner for two and more chat.

So, Linda ran, or had been running, an up-market escort agency. She had had fifteen women aged between twenty-five and forty and a client list which contained most of the ‘upper crust’ of the city’s administrators and socialites, Including a few females.

I smiled at the addition of a gender tag so Linda told me that I would be surprised at the number of ‘upper-class’ females who enjoyed sapphic encounters.

“I had never considered the possibility of lesbian escorts”.

“I did not say lesbian, none of my agents are lesbians, they provide the sexual services requested, for a suitable remuneration. I do not know whether any of the customers are lesbian because they may swing both ways. I am not a lesbian, but I certainly enjoy the occasional sapphic encounter.”

That last remark caused all kinds of mayhem within my mind and body,

As soon as she was certain that a visit from the gang behind the take-over was imminent, she had sent out a message to her agents advising them to take a holiday and another message to her customers on a secure network app. It said the agency was under threat from a criminal gang and so she had ceased operation and had placed all the agency data in a secure place.

Actually what she had done was pack it, and her laptop, into a large removal box and had it collected by a parcel delivery company to be delivered to her married sister in Scotland. Some families like to keep their business in the family and this family business had been taken over by Linda and her sister using the simple method of buying it as a going concern.

It had been running for over a hundred and fifty years but the family line had dried up and the last members had grown too old to continue. Linda’s brother-in Law knew the previous owner and so he talked her sister into retiring from her previous occupation and becoming the stay-at-home wife he had wanted instead of the globe trotter she had been. The idea of becoming a Madam had piqued Linda’s interest so she set up a similar industry in Birmingham. Because her sister ran the same risks as she did Linda knew she could be certain the records would be securely stored.

Because of their ‘occupations’ They Otele Gelen Rus Escort had never phoned each other, so no record of her sister’s married name or phone number existed on her phone. They only ever corresponded by computer and hers was now in safe hands

She was itching to learn something about me so I poured another glass of my mediocre quality wine and gave her my potted history. She appeared to reach a decision because she straightened her back and became a businesswoman.

“You told me that you had no plans, that you were merely traveling to where-ever the fancy took you. You’ve demonstrated that you are tough and resourceful. I think I am going to need those attributes, and therefore I wish to make you an offer which I desperately hope you will accept.

The offer is in two parts. Part one requires you to accept my offer of employment. You will be well paid and the first task is to take me to my sister by avoiding any route which could be monitored.

The second part is not dependant on your accepting the first part, but if you do accept the first part then the second part will be in effect for the duration of part one.

At the successful completion of the first part, the second part will be open to re-negotiation. Please tell me, do you accept part one?

“I do, I will still see the country, maybe not in the relaxed manner I envisaged but in a little more interesting and exciting way. And be paid to do it so why not?”

“I am now about to ask you to either accept or reject the second part without knowing what it entails. If you accept then I shall tell you what is required of you which is in no way dangerous nor illegal. If you reject it then you will have no need to know that.

I was intrigued. What did I have to lose? Not much as far as I could tell.

“I accept. What do have to do?

“First, take those suitcases off the bed and find somewhere else to stow them, then get on the bed and let me thank you for rescuing me.

I have been thanked many times in my life, but never by a completely bronzed and naked voluptuous female who knew a damn sight more about sex and erogenous zones than I did and proved it in so many ways. This included how to keep a penis erect when, after three hours, its owner should have been sleeping with a shrunken and wrinkled appendage.

Her pudenda was completely smooth. Her outer labia lips were tight together forming a tantalising slit which, when parted, revealed her vulva in all its pink, moist glory with the inner labial lips just waiting to part and allow entrance to that tunnel which I so badly needed to enter. So I still did not know what her true hair colour was, nor did I really care.

I now know that licking a clitoris and pussy lips is, to coin a phrase, ‘the tip of the iceberg’ and melting that iceberg is best done slowly, tenderly, and most of all, relentlessly. When the iceberg was already hot it was a more of a matter of taking advantage than anything else.

Even when the recipient has hold of your ears and is attempting to pull you into her soaking tunnel you do not relent, you maintain a steady rhythm of tongue and lips moving sucking and probing. If anal access is already allowed then the use of fingers are certainly acceptable to add spice to the proceedings.

If the subject has not been broached then the occasional slight passing pressure of a moist finger on the outer sphincter and the quick kiss or sometimes lick, will eventually produce the opening you seek, maybe not on the first occasion but often by the third time she will be sufficiently relaxed to allow that finger to enter her through her rear door to discover if more sensations are available.

Having decided that there would be very little activity on the bed for some time she took a shower.

When she came out of the tiny cubicle to towel herself I felt the stirrings of male libido, and when she bent over to dry her feet so did she. I entered into as she leaned against the small wardrobe door. Linda sighed and said that now she would have to shower again, before spreading her thighs wide and moving one of my hands from her hips to a breast. I took the hint and reached for her other breast and then did my utmost to fuck her into a wet heap

I knew I would be able to impale her in that manner because, under her guidance I had been down that route once before. What I had forgotten was that she loved it and I had become over excited by the intensity of her responses then and the same happened this time. Again I had to pump semen into her rear channel when she climaxed, and even though I did it to keep her and the ‘van clean her sphincter still had a go at squeezing a groove into my pride and joy.

I showered, and because I am a considerate bloke I stayed awake until she had drained her anal passage and showered, then I slept deeply and woke to the sound and aroma of coffee and frying bacon.

Linda gave me bacon sandwiches Balgat Rus Escort and coffee and shortly after that, herself. She mounted me, impaled herself on me and then pressed her wonderful soft breasts onto my face and fucked me relentlessly until she had an orgasm which damn near flattened my cock.

I was still rigid which I think was her intention because she rolled off me, put a pillow where her hips would be then lay face down and ordered me, yes, I do mean ordered me, to take her. I did what she wanted, but at my pace, not at hers. I had to kneel on the floor to give me a comfortable working height, but it was worth the effort.

Once we were both happy with the connection I allowed my weight to ease my erection down past her inner sphincter and into her rectum. When I was satisfied that she had all of me snugly fitted, I allowed her to lift her bottom up until she could get her hand down to her clitoris and then I began to fuck her.

Slowly, very slowly I retracted a little way and then back down. Repeat for ten minutes, Then rapid pumping action for two minutes, repeat slow movement and begin kissing her neck and shoulder then fuck her as though there was no time to waste.

There wasn’t, because my semen was already boiling up the tube and pumping into her rectum and she was screeching into a pillow to drown the noise as her orgasm erupted. For a while I lay on top of her. I was spent and desperate to keep her body where it was, but she was being squashed so I uncoupled our equipment and she set about once again draining her rear passage before laying down beside me to doze for a while.

It was turned mid-day when we had ham and salad sandwiches for lunch then set off on the journey North. I did it by heading North-East to North Yorkshire and then North up the coast to Northumberland and then Northwest to Stirling and a nearby camping site. I checked in to the little office there to register for the slot.

As I pulled out my Camping Card I also pulled out the receipt from the previous stop, but there was something I had not noticed when I was given it by the owners wife. It was a note stapled to the back of the receipt slip telling me that anytime I was passing I was welcome to make her scream the way I had my wife this morning.

We reached our destination in the late evening. It was a substantial ranch style single story house behind a half stone, half iron railing front boundary wall with solid wooden gates on the edge of a town. She used my phone to call her sister and moments later the gates opened.

After they had closed behind us Linda directed me to the rear where there was a garage block which could easily house a bus, so my van was no problem. We entered into the house through the rear door to be met by a clone of Linda.

The only difference between the two very arousing females was that Linda’s sister had shorter hair. In all other areas I could be forgiven for mistaking one for the other and I certainly would not mind being forgiven if the opportunity arose.

Introductions made I was now able to call vision number two, Irene. She had taken our sudden arrival calmly and without hesitation had set about providing something hot and nourishing and over a quickly prepared meal of heated up stew Linda told her of the events over the past two days.

That done Irene made certain that she understood the relationship between Linda and me.

“So you spent a night together in a motor home which I guess has only one bed. Will that be two rooms or just the one?”

The remainder of the evening was spent in the traditional manner of strong-minded women the world over. Which meant that I underwent a thorough grilling about my background and what appeared to be more important, my ambitions. The question which appeared to be uppermost in Linda’s mind came as we finished our evening ablutions.

As Linda climbed onto the bed and straddled my legs she took hold of her now favourite comforter and asked the question I had been expecting.

“What do you think of Irene?”

“Oh do come on! What else could I think other than I would love to do with her what I have been doing with you, and you just wanted to hear me say that.”

“If she came in here now and asked you to bed her, would you?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because right now I want to put what you’re holding inside you! and I do not care which orifice is used. If I was in the unlikely state of still being able to function after doing what you want me to do, I would love to try to please Irene even though it would probably be unsatisfactory for both of us, so I’ll pass on now and see what tomorrow brings.”

“Oh Mark, That was nicely stated. Honestly, I would not mind if you managed to bed her. I shall.”

“Please, stop stroking it like that, or I shall cum over your stomach, Just a minute! You said that Irene is married, so what sort of marriage do they have.?”

“A relaxed one, he lives in Italy and as long as he stays there Irene will keep what she knows about his ‘business interests’ to herself.”

“One last question before I…. Oh fuck this, get on your back and spread them because I am going to shove this so far into you that you’ll get toothache.”

It was rough, it was noisy, and we both ended up covered in sweat and other body fluids, but we just slept as we were until Irene woke us with morning coffee and a big smile,

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You should read the ‘Just Being Neighborly’ series first..

This is a spinoff of that series.

You should also read ‘Welcome to the Double C’

This story may contain FF, MM, Cuckold, Group, Fetish, MFM, FMF, Incest.

******

Finally, after several weeks, everything was settled and Cindy and I moved down to the Double C Resort and the house that Lisa gave us. She met us as we entered the resort and took us to the house. After we unpacked and got everything in somewhat order, Lisa gave us a tour of the house.

It was magnificent. There were four large bedrooms, each with its own bathroom and a shower for at least four and a jacuzzi for two. Each bedroom had a mirrored ceiling over the bed with mirrors behind the headboard and across from the bed. A large hot tub for six was on the enclosed patio. It was truly a decadent place and perfect for us.

The next day we had breakfast with Lisa and she gave us an update on the new contract. She said Roger and Sam decided to do a series of 6 – 10 minute videos that eventually would be edited into one longer porno. We would still get well paid. She also said that we would be filmed at the resort as we walked around having sex with other guests…as an amateur sex video and the participants would get paid.

At breakfast we met with the crew, two camera people, a man, Tony & a young woman, Gloria, who would be shadowing us and filming us. They had the option of wearing clothes. The fellow said he would be more comfortable wearing clothes but the young woman said she was fine with being nude. They would be staying with us in our guest rooms

Tony asked us if we had any restrictions and Cindy answered that we didn’t have any and that if he and Gloria had any suggestions, we would certainly listen to them.

After we discussed the plans and schedule, Cindy and I were ready to start our epic adventure. Lisa wished us well and told us to enjoy ourselves. She also mentioned that the guests were aware of the filming and that she also offered a free night’s stay for any participants which should give us plenty of opportunities.

We hit the trails with our two shadows. It wasn’t long before a young woman approached us. “Would you guys be interested in getting together?” She said. “My name is Vicky and I am available for whatever you guys are into.”

I looked at Cindy and she looked at me and then Cindy said, “Sure. You ok with sucking my husband’s cock with me?” Vicky replied, “I’d love to.”

Then she knelt down along side of Cindy and they both started to give me a blow job. They each shared my cock and Vicky was fascinated with my large balls and took them in her mouth while Cindy concentrated on my cock.

Then Vicky said, “He’s going to cum. His balls are ready to explode.”

Sure enough, I shot a ton of cum into their mouths, onto their faces and tits.

I looked at Tony & Gloria and got a nod of approval from both.

Vicky lapped up any cum on her and thanked us and left. We continued on our walk. Down the trail we’re a couple of guys with hard cocks. I figured they must have been jerking off when they saw us and stopped.

As we approached them, one of the guys said, “So, you are the ones doing the shoot. Welcome. Your wife interested in getting fucked now?”

Cindy smiled and said, “Well, since you put it that way, I might be interested. Do you have something for me to lay on?”

The other guy replied, “You can lay on me while my friend fucks you & then you can lay on him while I fuck you.”

Cindy smiled, “How about I lay on you and as you fuck me and your friend can fuck my ass?”

The guys smiled and one guy laid on his back and as Cindy got on top of him, his cock made its way into her cunt. The other guy knelt down and placed his hard cock against her raised asshole and slowly inserted his cock. Soon Cindy had both cocks in her and they guys were fucking her in unison. It didn’t take long before both guys filled my wife’s cunt and ass with their cum.

Finally, they all got up, cum oozing out both of Cindy’s holes. She kissed them both and thanked them and we continued our walk.

By this time, it was time for lunch and we headed back to the restaurant. Lisa welcomed us with a very nice smorgasbord of food and wine. She asked how things went and Gloria quickly answered, “Lisa, Cindy and Ben were terrific. We got some great video.”

Lisa turned to Cindy and said, “Your nipples are almost as big as mine. I like them.”

“Thanks. I want to try and get them to give milk like yours. Can you get me the name of the doctor who you worked with?”

“Sure Cindy.”

During lunch we just chatted and got more comfortable with each other. Soon, it was time for the four of us to continue our walk.

We went down a different trail and before long we met up with two women who were hugging and kissing, so we watched them for awhile. As they saw us, they stopped. One of the women, a tall redhead said, “Either one of you women a les or bi?”

Cindy replied, “I’m bi.”

Then Gloria blurted out, “I’m bi as well.”

I Ankara Ucuz Rus Escort looked at Cindy and she looked at me.

Then the redhead said, “You ladies interested in joining us? Our cabin is nearby.”

I nodded an ok to Cindy and she smiled back. Just then Lisa appeared. She said, “Excuse me but will the four of you join me and my husband, John for dinner tonight at our place?”

Without hesitation I said we would be there. Tony said they would be there as well and thanked her. She told us the time and then she left. Then we all followed the redhead to her place.

As soon as we got inside the redhead took Cindy in her arms and started kissing her while Tony was filming. Then the redhead’s partner took Gloria and started making out with her. Soon all four were on the bed making out. Tony was moving all over the place getting great film. Finally, after an hour all four women were spent and then we left.

By this time we decided to head back to the house to relax. I invited Tony and Gloria in for some wine and they joined us. The rest of the afternoon was relaxing and soon it was time to go to Lisa’s for dinner.

The four of us arrived at Lisa’s place which was beautiful. Dinner went very well and when it was time for coffee that’s when things got interesting.

As the six of us sat down for coffee, John mentioned that he forgot to get milk. I, not being shy said, “That’s not a problem. Lisa can you give us some of your personal supply of milk?” Lisa smiled and said, “Sure, but you will have to do the milking Ben.”

I smiled and got up and moved closer to Lisa. I started massaging and pulling on her nipple and in a short time milk was squirting out from her nipple. I filled a small cup with her milk then I worked on her other nipple and milk poured out of that one, filling the cup.

We passed her milk around and everyone really enjoyed their coffee.

As we drank, Tony asked, “Lisa, do you think it would be ok if you did that for the camera?”

“I would be happy to do that. Let’s say tomorrow morning at breakfast. Whoever wants to can milk my tits like I was a cow. I’ll get on all fours and anyone can milk me. Would that work Tony?”

“That would be terrific Lisa. Thank you.”

It was late when we left Lisa’s place and headed home. On the way home I asked

Tony why he wore clothes here. He said he didn’t like people staring at him. I asked him why would that be and he said that he had a large cock. I told him all the reason to get naked. I then told him that it would be more comfortable for all of us if he were naked from now on. He said he would starting tomorrow. Then we all went to bed.

I was the first to wake up and as I was getting ready to shower my phone rang. I answered, muttered a few words and hung up. I didn’t realize it but Cindy had joined me and looked at me

“Who was that? You look like you saw a ghost.”

“You’re not going to believe it…it was my daughter who I haven’t seen or spoke to in a very long time. She wants to get together.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Actually, it is for several reasons.”

“Can you tell me?”

“My daughter was young when her mother passed away and because of my business I couldn’t properly take care of her so my sister wound up raising her. She has resented me ever since and we stopped seeing or talking to each other.”

“That must have been hard.”

“Yes, it was. Now she said that my sister passed away and she wants to get back together with me.”

“So?”

“How can I invite her here? I told her I would call her back.”

By then Tony & Gloria were up and I told them that I wasn’t up for any activity today and to take the day off…I didn’t tell them why.

For the rest of the morning Cindy and I discussed the situation. I didn’t know what to do. We went to lunch and hooked up with Lisa and I told her the situation.

“How old is your daughter?”

“Dana is twenty.”

“Invite her down here.”

“What will she think of her father in a sex resort?”

“Just tell her it’s a clothing optional resort.”

“But the sex?”

“Ben, at 25, I’m sure she knows about sex. Call her an see what she says. If she is grossed out, then you can use my house up north. It’s just sitting there not being used anyway.”

“Ok. I’ll call her and see what she says. Thanks Lisa.”

We finished lunch and headed back to the house. When we got in I called Dana.

“Hi Dana, it’s your dad. Look, if you want to get together, I would Ike that. Cindy and I now live in a house here at a clothing optional resort. If that upsets you, our friend said we could stay at her house not far from our old house, for awhile. It’s up to you.”

“So you are a nudist now? I don’t know.”

“Dana, you don’t have to be nude and Cindy and I will wear clothes if that is what you are worried about.”

“Well, ok. Send me the info and I’ll let you know when I’m coming.”

“That’s great hon. Can’t wait to see you and Cindy Yenimahalle Rus Escort is anxious to meet you…love you. Bye.”

“Love you too. Bye.”

I told Cindy that she would let us know when she is coming down.

Then I told Tony and Gloria and told them that the shoot has to be completed in the next few days. They said it wouldn’t be a problem and we would start again after dinner tonight.

So, for the next few days, Tony and Gloria got great video of us having one on one sex with guests, group sex, and even a couple of orgies where Cindy was fucked by numerous guys.

Now, by this time, Tony had joined us being nude and his big cock was admired by quite a few women & men. Gloria wound up shooting video of Tony enjoying the Double C offerings.

The last night of the shoot, Lisa invited us up to her place for the completion of the shoot. After dinner she said, “I want to invite you all into my bedroom to celebrate a job well done. My husband John will be taking video and joining in as well. So, let’s go have some fun.”

We all got up and Lisa led us to her bedroom where John was already there and ready.

Cindy and Gloria wasted no time in making out with Lisa. Each one started sucking on her big nipples in hopes of emptying her tits. And it wasn’t long before milk was flowing freely. Tony and I managed to get some of her juice into our mouths as well

As Cindy was still sucking Lisa’s nipple, Tony managed to get his big cock in my wife’s cunt and started fucking her. I went over to Gloria and she looked at Cindy who nodded an ok and I slid my cock in her tight cunt. In a short time I was ready to cum and cum I did. I never shot so much cum as I filled her cunt until it flowed out of her.

Even after I came, I was still hard and Lisa quickly engulfed my cock with her mouth. At the same time, Tony moved over to Lisa and started fucking her. Out of the corner of my eye, Cindy and Gloria were eating each other.

I came in Lisa’s mouth and Tony shot his load in her cunt.

For the rest of the night we all enjoyed each other many times until the sun came up.

After breakfast we went back to the house.

My phone rang and it was Dana who told me that she would be coming down in two days. I told her we would have everything ready for her.

Over the next day or so, after Tony & Gloria left, we put everything in order and waited.

Finally, the day Dana was coming was here. Around noon time the office called and said that our daughter arrived. I immediately went to get her. After our hellos and hugs I brought her to the house. Cindy greeted Dana with hugs and kisses and took her to one of the guest rooms to get settled in. After some time the three of us went onto the patio with some wine and snacks.

Dana looked lovely. She was about 5’7″, about 125, long, black curly hair, green eyes and a very nice shape.

For the rest of the afternoon we caught up and Dana and I reconciled our differences. She welcomed Cindy into the family and I was thrilled how well it went.

It was now time for dinner and I got a call from Lisa who invited us over to her place for dinner. I quickly accepted and told her we would be there at 6:30.

It didn’t take us long to get ready and as we went over, I tried to tell Dana about Lisa the best I could. We all wore shorts and tank tops. The women went braless. When we arrived, there was Lisa all decked out in a tank top, braless and shorts, looking lovely.

We went over to Lisa and her husband and I introduced Dana to Lisa and John and their daughter Jessie. We sat down and was served wine by the butler.

Lisa and Dana got along really well and I was surprised that our sexual activities were never mentioned, until now, when Dana said, “Lisa, I’m not a prude but I see you allow sexual actives on your grounds. Isn’t that unusual for a clothing optional resort?”

Lisa replied, “Yes, that’s true Dana, but John and I built this place for that specific reason, so guests can leave their vanilla lives behind, engage in whatever sexual activity they want and not be judged by others.”

“So, guests can have sex whenever and wherever they want here?”

“Yes, and with whomever. Does that bother you?”

“Oh, no. May I ask you a question?”

“Sure, whatever you like.”

“I see that you are all dressed up…is that for me?”

Lisa laughed and replied, “To be honest Dana, yes. We got dressed for you. Your father and Cindy didn’t ask me to dress but I didn’t know how you would react seeing me, John and Jessie nude.”

Dana smiled as Lisa continued, “My daughter is the manager here, about your age, and is always nude and sometimes, like myself, will engage in sexual activities with each other and/or with guests. Our son, Vince is finishing up his studies and will be the co-general manager when he is finished. Actually, he phoned and told me he will be here in two days.

“Have you had sex with Cindy and my dad?”

Lisa looked at me and I smiled as Lisa said, “Yes, on more than one occasion.”

“Is my father a stud?” As Dana laughed.

“Let’s just say that he is more than well endowed and any women would be more than satisfied having your father entertain them.”

“And Cindy?”

“Let’s say that I wouldn’t throw Cindy out of my bed. Any more questions?”

“No. I appreciate your honesty.”

Then Lisa said, “Dana, do you object to my place?”

“Not really. If people want to have sex openly, that’s their business.”

“Would you have sex in the open?”

“I don’t know. It would all depend.”

“Depend on what Dana?”

“The sex act for one…the person for two.”

“So Dana, if I asked you to join me and my husband in my bedroom, tonight, would you?”

“Just us?”

“Yes, for now. Is that a yes?”

Dana looked at Cindy, then me and replied, “Ok. I will.”

As dinner was finished, Lisa got up, as did Dana and John and they left the table with my daughter. Lisa turned around and said, “We’ll take good care of Dana.” As she smiled and winked.

Cindy and I got up and left the house…

“I can’t believe Dana went with Lisa and John.”

“This is all new to her. Let her enjoy herself.”

“I never would have imagined her having a threesome.”

“Well hubby, think of it this way, we may have a new partner.”

“Fuck my own daughter? Are you crazy?”

“For goodness sake Ben, it’s only sex. I would do it if I were you. Now, let’s get to the house so we can fuck.”

Well, we certainly did fuck, more than once for sure. It was almost dawn when Dana came in and went straight to bed.

When we all got up, Cindy said, “So Dana, you have a good time last night?”

“Oh yes. Lisa is incredible and her husband wasn’t bad either.”

“Are you ok now being here?”

“I love this place. From now on you guys can go nude and I’ll do the same.”

Then I said, Dana, there is a lot we haven’t told you.”

Cindy added, “Dana, you’re a big girl so let me tell you. Your father and I love this place. We recently signed on to do some porno movies. With Lisa’s help we are making a ton of money to do what we love, having sex.”

“So my dad and you fuck and get paid?”

“Basically, yes.”

“Wow…can I get to be in one?”

Cindy smiled and said, “Let’s discuss it with Lisa first.”

We all showered, and got naked.

“Wow dad, Lisa was right about you being you being more than well endowed.”

Cindy said, “You have no idea Dana.”

I replied, “Dana, you are beautiful, just like your mother was.”

Then we all went to breakfast.

Lisa was there with some guests then joined us.

“Glad to see you three naked.”

Dana said, “Lisa, Cindy said that they do porno. Can I do one?”

Lisa looked at me and I said to her, “Tell her whatever she wants to know.”

Lisa said, “I guess that could be arranged. What did you have in mind?”

Dana replied, “Well, by the way, you were right about my father. He is very well endowed. I understand incest videos are a big thing. How much could I make having sex with my father?”

I almost choked…

Lisa replied, “You could get quite a bit of money for that. Is that what you want to do?”

“Then that’s what I want to do. You ok with it dad?”

“I don’t know Dana…after all these years…now you want me to fuck you?”

“Dad, I’m not a virgin. Your sister got me into sex as soon as I was 18…her and I were lovers and I did threesomes with her and her husband. I really like sex a lot and seeing your big cock and balls, I want you to fuck me.”

“God…whatever you want. Lisa set it up.” I just shook my head.

“Ok. I’ll call Roger and Sam.”

The next day Lisa stopped by…

“While you’re all here let me tell you what Roger and Sam said. They said that they will pay each of you $25,000 for an incest porno…but, both of you must commit to doing two more within the year. You will also get a percentage of the profits and do live promos in the nude for which you will be paid.”

I told Lisa that wasn’t enough…that we wanted $50,000 each and that we wanted $5,000 each to appear at promos nude & that we are ok with the rest of the offer.

She went inside and made a call…a few minutes later she came out and said, “Deal.” Then she told us that a crew would be down here in two days to do the first shoot.

For the rest of the day we walked around the resort and the three of us discussed the upcoming shoot and where we go from there. As we sat on a bench overlooking the lake Dana said, “I was thinking that maybe we should rehearse before the shoot.”

Cindy added, “I think that’s a great idea Dana.”

I replied, “If that’s what you want, I’m ok with it.”

Dana then added, “Let’s do this, tonight after dinner, I’d like to get to know Cindy a lot better then afterwards, me and my dad can rehearse.”

Cindy and I both agreed and after awhile we continued our stroll observing people in various sexual activities.

Dinner time came around quickly and we dined at the restaurant and drank plenty of wine.

As soon as we got back to the house, Dana and Cindy disappeared Into the bedroom. For more than an hour all I heard were moans of pleasure and a few screams, guessing that’s when they had orgasms. Finally they emerged with big smiles on their faces and their bodies almost covered in their juices.

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Well, here’s the first installment for my upcoming series / novel about Emery, a character I created, which you can see some artwork of on my page. I know it’ll probably seem a little soft to you, but I couldn’t make the first chapter go all the way to the hotter scenes. So, don’t worry, it’ll get there. Thanks for reading, and I’ll post the rest pretty soon.

******

Okay. Let’s put you into context. Let’s tell the whole world where all of this started. After all, I need to lay down a simple but important foundation for this monument that erected itself into my life.

Hi. I’m Brian. I’m a full time cook at Carlos Roadside Diner. I’m also a full time dirty long-haired metalhead that’s got his mind on everything else but work, so how I got here, dedicating all my time, my sanity, to this dead-end job, is a whole other story.

For many years, Carlos’ Diner had grown into a staple as a tourist attraction in the back roads of Lambton county, Ontario. It’s a busy seasonal restaurant that all started with a man and his strange but unique dream to turn an old school bus into a kitchen.

You can’t deny that getting there is sort of a rough landing, as you can only park on the side of the regional parkway, but surprisingly, people seem to overlook that slight safety hazard. Then, you walk up to this other parking lot across the road, which is actually used as the actual eating area. Picnic tables are scattered all over this smooth, pitch black driveway that gets very hot under the sun; cute paper lanterns and flower pots are dangling off a bright yellow canopy. The sign itself is a real eye catcher for the hungry tourist: huge and bright with a vintage look of neons and blinking lights. An authentic swing soundtrack from the 60’s is playing in the background to complete the atmosphere. Really, the only thing that’d make you wonder if you traveled back in time would be if there were waitresses zooming around on roller skates with their orders.

Oh… So, don’t tell him I said that, but Carlos, the owner, with his name in bright shiny letters on the sign, is a big grumpy dummy. There, I said it! He’s got a thick mustache, a receding hairline and gold chains in a shaggy chest, who wears a crusty white wife beater and track pants as soon as the weather allows it. And his real name is actually Dennis, imagine that. I’m not too sure how and why he got that moniker. I’m sure it’s a pretty dumb story. When you think about it, the name Carlos is indeed catchier than Dennis for a business but his personality is far from being as catchy. The whole lively and attractive feel of the place is, surprisingly, not really reflecting what you might want to think of the owner.

Today is monday. Our hostess just quit last week for a better gig downtown. She had been here for quite a long time, longer than I have. It really caught us off guard at first, we were just opening up for the season. But, honestly, I really couldn’t blame her. Despite the relative success of the establishment, that proverbial grass must definitely be greener somewhere else.

Carlos briefly asked for my input on the resumes before calling the candidates for a brief streak of interviews. And before you knew it, we were already introduced to the new hostess.

I had seen her go by on interview day, but today, while the team was sort of listening to Carlos, I got to stand back and get a better look at her from the distance.

And her name was Emery.

Under a blue Blue Jays cap that she wore backwards, she had long blonde hair that she usually maintained knitted into two long braids. She was maybe 5’8″ tall, with a rather hefty looking build. Her purple makeup and eyebrow piercings really made her facial features pop out. Since Carlos didn’t really impose work attire, she didn’t hesitate in coming with her usual wardrobe, which mostly consisted of straight tank tops or plaid shirts with jeans or shorts. And whenever she wore the latter, you noticed that she had a tendency of wearing mismatched patterned knee socks. I thought this must be really off-putting for people’s OCD’s, but that was probably her intention.

She looked stern but determined, efficient. And even though her looks and fashion choices were giving her off as some kind of anti-social punk, she looked pretty sweet when she smiled and used what I thought must be her customer service voice. I’d almost say she looked boyish, but man, she was all woman.

Now, though, here’s the real flabbergast: this girl seemed to be sporting quite a hefty and impressive bust and she sure took no shortcuts in putting it out there.

At first, I didn’t give it more thought than necessary and it was most likely because she was dressed maybe a little more conservatively on hiring day. Carlos had asked for my opinion upon hiring her, so I wasn’t sure. But when I saw her in what seemed to be her regular work clothes, that was all I could notice about her. She really had those huge, natural-looking, breasts…

I knew Carlos hired her for completely different reasons. There was no way he would have put her physical attributes in the equation, Ankara Ucuz Rus Escort whether it be to benefit his business, or for some…hidden, dirty pleasure! Ugh… And regardless, he was married to his very special lady named Youma. I had seen her a few times, and let me tell ya: he sure was not the boss of her!

So, no! Not even once, he ogled at Emery’s chest, and it wasn’t even like he’d become more excited than usual around her. He just wasn’t that kind of guy. Carlos only had eyes for his diner. All he must have seen in his new employee was that she looked like your typical determined and eager youngster that wanted to make easy tip money for, I don’t know, their studies or going to the movies with boys. That’s how much Carlos was detached from reality.

As for me, it turned out that big juicy tits is something, actually one of the only things, that I only have eyes for in life. Like, seriously, how big was she? Some double G’s? Or H, as in Holy Shit!

In either case, it seemed like Emery was a perfect fit for the business for both Carlos and I.

Win – win.

As we started working together, I had to keep an eye on her, see how she went about doing her duties. At the same time, I secretly treated myself by stealing little glances at her body from the corner of my eyes whenever I could. My thoughts started to run wild about her faster than I thought they would. For example, I told myself how her athletic build must really benefit her in carrying around all that weight from her breasts. I was floored!

It seemed like most of her clothing items were deliberately chosen one size smaller and that really didn’t help concealing her chest. Sometimes, the necklines on her tops were so low, it was enough to show bits of the lacey trims of what must be an industrial strength bra.

Yes, her tits were massive, round, large and – oh my God! – so tempting! But all of her features were so perfectly balanced. Even when she made her juicy cleavage blatantly showing out there, she’d still look naturally ravishing. When she interacted with customers, she knew how to make them lock their eyes into hers as she spoke and keep them from looking down her shirt. She was a mesmerizing force of nature.

I thought that I couldn’t give myself off just yet. I was barely here mentally while I worked. I cooked burgers, fries and reuben sandwiches on auto-pilot, goddammit! I did everything like a robot, without much after thought, and it was pretty easy to stay on top of things, if I didn’t get too distracted. That was how I went through the day to do a good job, keep Carlos happy and stay in this gig long enough to pay off my apartment, my car and gather enough money to, eventually, get the fuck out of this town…

I had to deliver. I couldn’t let this chick sidetrack me, even though she seemed to check all my boxes. Looking at her style, I was convinced she even listened to the same type of music as I did. Tool, Mastodon, Slipknot, Static-X, name it… Of all things, this would most likely get me seriously infatuated towards her.

*Sigh! I guess the hardest job now was going to be keeping my mind focused.

The first week went like a breeze. She was so busy being shown around by Carlos and I, getting comfortable with her duties. All our conversations were plain, straight to the point. I noticed that quite often, when she’d look at me, she would squint, and nod slightly. She kept a straight face and only replied in short-form sentences when necessary. It was as if she was putting up some kind of shield in front of her. To be honest, I liked that about her, she looked like she had nerves of steel. And that was understandable, I mean, there was quite a lot of work to get done. Our busy season was just getting started, and flocks of tourists, on top of our regular locals, were already swarming us.

One thing I found out about her later was that she loved coffee. Or, should I say, she craved it. She had it straight up and black and she’d make sure she always had a piping hot cup ready within her reach at all time. She asked about it when she saw me getting my own usual morning coffee, so I told her it was one of the perks of working here. I explained: since the diner always needed the freshest pot possible on the burner, this meant that whoever contributed in getting another one to brew was welcome. Even from the slightest losses from our own staff drinking the coffee, Carlos still made crazy profits from it. So let the coffee pour!

As I was shaping up scenarios in my head of how I was going to take this anywhere with her, I thought that coffee was going to ease my way in. After all, coffee is a simple, convivial, comforting beverage, but also a familiar and harmless way to approach someone.

The plan was to bring her outside coffee in the morning, on my way to work. It wasn’t the worst cup of joe here at the diner, but nor the best, so I thought she could only appreciate the gesture.

On some Thursday morning, when I arrived at the diner, Emery’s old 1998 beat-up Yenimahalle Rus Escort white Civic sedan was already there. I stepped into the bus, all jolly and confident, and I saw her, already prepping up her station. She was wearing a short sleeve button-up plaid shirt. Since she was turned against me, I was graced with a view of her exquisite and generous rump, basking in the morning sunlight, clad in a pair of tight low-waist denim capris with a studded leather belt. She looked amazing in her grunge outfits, which truly was like my napalm in the morning. And I had noticed her back view more than once, from across the hot tables, when she bent down to take orders through the bus window, but not as appealing as I was seeing it this morning.

‘Here, Emery. Um… I stop by this café downtown every thursday,’ I lied. ‘So I thought I’d get you a nice french roast to start your day right.’

She turned around with a straight face, until she looked down at the cup I was handing her. Then, she made that squint with her eyes, again.

‘Oh… Thanks, Brian.’ she finally replied with a tiny smile.

She took it and placed it on the counter before turning back to prepare coffee for the diner.

…So much for conversation, I thought. At least, I think she drank it all later.

Well, that was it. That was all I had in mind for a first shot, and it was over already. How was I supposed to come up with something else? Maybe it was just a sign that I should let go, and just carry on with my work?

I started thinking that all hope was lost and that she was nothing but a dead-end, a trap, just like this fucking job in general. But was it too soon to come to conclusions?

Well, I had to admit, after that, Emery became a little more… communicative. I knew she had it in her. Yes, she was already giving good, efficient customer service in her own slightly bold and forward kind of way, but she was not doing it exclusively for them anymore. She started spreading that same mood back in the kitchen. She gave compliments, managed to crack a few jokes here and there, actually saying more than just work related stuff. She was growing comfortable.

And, I swear, sometimes she would start dancing around between taking orders. Just shimmying her butt in rhythm with the swing soundtrack playing outside. That sure helped making her look a little more playful than she was letting it show. Whenever she’d do that, I’d fall in a brief trance, thinking how her generous ass in those tight jeans looked just as hot as those huge boobs of hers.

Indeed, those were all but short glimpses that I caught among the rest, because I was so swamped most of the time. I rarely had a chance to send back any of her little attempts at being nice with us.

She never missed an occasion to flaunt her body and allow you to take a peek. I guess she had that kind of nature, her special magic touch. She’d walk around her station and strike a fleeting pose for the simplest of gestures, like pouring water or typing on the cash register; she would arch her back and stick her ass out whenever she picked up something; she squeezed her boobs to the maximum between her arms when she bent down to take orders, shaping up this mind-blowing cleavage. She strutted around this way all day by never letting it look too intentional.

******

One day, I stumbled upon her at the staff picnic table. Stranded among piles of dirt and weeds behind our rusty and smelly dumpster, that table was all beat-up and sun-bleached, the kind you’d sit on and risk getting splinters on your ass. It was late afternoon and our lunch rush was pretty much over. With a coffee at her side, she was leaning on her elbows and tilted back her head to catch some sun, which was still very hot at that time of day. Her position caused the whole mass of her breasts jutting out, reaching back at the sun, on the verge of bursting out Emery’s shirt.

I made sure I made a racket by throwing my garbage in the dumpster to make myself heard and not scare her, but she never even moved in the slightest to shift and make her chest a little less obvious.

No. She just stood still, letting it all out. Shamelessly.

‘Geez, what a day, right?’ I said, clearing my throat.

She scoffed and looked away to nothing in particular through her sunglasses.

‘Yup.’ she simply replied, raising her eyebrows.

Shaking my head slightly at her increasingly unnerving lack of conversation, I proceeded to chuck my other garbage bag in the dumpster.

‘So, does Carlos ever come here for more than 20 minutes at a time? And for more than just coming to count his money?’ she suddenly said, out of the blue.

I was taken aback by her observation, but it was true. The boss had a habit of leaving for long hours at a time. You’d think he would supervise a little more those people that he put in charge; whether it was groundskeeper Janet, or old Darcy at accounting. Darcy worked her ass off in the warehouse at the back to prepare a vivid look for the owner of how profits grew daily. She was pretty much Carlos’s personal accountant, tallying expenses even for all of his endeavors, which I had no clue what they were.

Mostly, he was just gone, running errands in his Astro Van, handling some PR or doing whatever the fuck an owner does for his business.

‘What do you mean?’ I said, trying to see where she was going with this.

‘Well, today was quite busy, as a matter of fact. But all he did was walk aimlessly around the diner with his wife. He looked like he lost his contact lenses in the flower beds, I don’t know, but he could have come to help with the line-up instead, and use his charm to tone down the growing impatience that I had to deal with.’

I laughed when she made finger quotes on the word “charm”. I was sensing that Emery might have a bit of a cynical personality. I wasn’t going to lie: I liked that a lot.

I mean, were we going to start talking behind the boss’s back now? Was I finally going to have an opportunity to speak my mind to someone about the man that’s been rotting my life for the past 2 years?

Laying on the table and looking overly confident, like she always did, I just stared at her jugs, because, hey, she was letting me look, dammit. Was this another trap, or was I just being paranoid?

‘Yup, that’s good old Carlos, for you.’ I said, snapping out of my daydreaming. ‘This is his kingdom, and we are his low and humble servants.’

I was afraid my analogy was going to make us start giving him many other not so flattering nicknames. So I added:

‘But… fair warning, though: don’t ever piss him off.’ I laughed. ‘I know that old fart can get ugly when he’s mad… Trust me.’

Not only was she new, but she basically knew me as Carlos’ right arm. Still, my calling him an old fart would surely clarify my position towards him, even while being his so-called top employee. That didn’t make me love him more. Far from it.

She looked at me, unaltered from my words, and we just left it at that as I walked away, nodding. Still, I felt that we just connected, somehow.

******

After that, I had more than a few opportunities to open myself a little more towards Emery. For example, there would be times where drink orders were coming in a lot more than food. She’d get swamped with specialty coffees, pop refills, juice and even ice cream orders.

That was when I started offering her my help, since there were a few basic things I knew how to do for the front of the house. Among those, my favorite was definitely the milkshakes. I had to say they were quite popular, and they were advertised in bright bold letters on the billboard: we really had to live up to it.

The thing was that Carlos had a partnership with a local craft dairy shop. They came up with this special recipe for our milkshake that made it extra thick and silky. We’d top it off with fruits, caramel chips, cookie dough or whatever, and a little parasol, making the final product super sexy, and call it our own. But the blend came in large bags, unmixed. So that was where the hostess came in to prepare the drink in what must be the loudest mixer that I’ve ever heard.

That mixer had a 10 liter capacity, convenient for many orders at once. Its reliable 100 watt motor was perfect to crush everything we put in there. Even though it bore a brand that’s no longer part of today’s household landscape, it still worked perfectly. But it was loud and very unsteady, so much that you had to hold it down by the lid with two hands every time you started it. And our milkshakes needed a good 20 second spin until desired consistency.

It was a hassle, but it made a great milkshake. Fresh.

Now, I guess you saw me coming with this? Can you picture the new girl, operating this hellish contraption? That’s right. Every time Emery would get an order for milkshake, she knew she was going to have to brace herself and hold it quite steady despite her decent strength and corpulence.

Then it began. She would press the button and the mixer started bucking and thrashing like a wild beast. As impossible as it seemed, considering the usual tightness of her clothes, Emery’s own milk jugs would start gyrating around, and threaten to pop out her top! She found a way to keep them from potentially doing so by holding them down with her arms while she held on to the lid on the mixer. Occasionally, she’d look down and, I guess, made sure her tits were still in place. She was well aware of the risks that her assets were exposed to, but every time she walked out of a battle with the mixer, she would blow a strand of hair from over her face with a proud smile, and simply readjusted her clothes as needed. She returned to the order window with a staggered breath and rosey cheeks, beaming like a champion. It was so fucking sexy…

Every time she pressed that button, I dedicated myself to stop everything I was doing only to watch, as her whole body was taken by these tremors. I almost felt privileged from being the only one able to witness it. It wasn’t even as if people had started swarming Carlos’ Roadside Diner to come get their milkshake with a free boob show, courtesy of yours truly. No, the clients had no idea. They had no idea how much they made my day whenever they placed an order. They had no idea that they were causing Emery to keep my cock semi-hard by making her tits shake and shake to my great enjoyment. I know. I’m a bit of a pervert…

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Forever my Love Ch. 01

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***

Human beings continue to live as long as their hearts go on beating

If our hearts stop beating, we stop living as well… because the blood stops flowing in our bodies…

But I don’t really believe that… that’s not the only reason to die. There’s something else…

When the heart stops beating, life fails to go on… because it fails to continue to love.

Only the dead have no capacity to love, especially if that person has lost the capacity to love because of a past.

***

From the moment we were born, everything has been decided for us, from the name we have, our status in life and even our future. But sometimes, fate has its own tricks to play. It’s going to challenge everything we believe has been set for us and most of the time, it uses love as its weapon.

In all these trials, nothing is ever easy. Someone always gets hurt and sometimes, someone dies, but one thing is for certain, there’s nothing sweeter than a fated challenge overcome and a fate that was fought for…

*

The sound from the water in the shower made the noise in the bathroom as it hit the floor with fog from the warmth making it look like clouds.

And here he was, a very handsome man standing in the shower with his hand on the wall, leaning and his head facing the floor. The water strode down his back, making him feel so warm and free, almost like it was taking away all the troubles that he knew.

It took time, he didn’t wanna leave but he knew he had taken so much time. He switched off the shower and picked a towel that begin wiping himself. He left the shower and went to a mirror that was covered with fog. He used his hand to wipe it, revealing his gorgeous self.

His pitch-black hair was wet but one could tell it was beautiful with his piercing blue eyes and well shaven beards and a smooth skin. He was muscular and had the body of a model. He got lost into the mirror once again and didn’t know how long it took but the next thing he felt were arms wrapping tightly around his waist from behind right before he felt a kiss on his back.

“Hey!” He chuckled, slightly turning his head. “I am wet, you know. You don’t wanna get wet.”

“You’re also naked.” A sweet voice spoke from behind followed by another kiss. “I don’t mind whether you’re wet or dry as long as I get to hold you while you’re naked.”

He laughed and slowly turned to find a captivating smile waiting for him, his husband. He looked at him with so much love, so much admiration. He couldn’t help but return the same. His husband was a gorgeous, handsome guy. He had medium length beach waves that was into frosted blonde balayage, a sexy hairless face with gorgeous big lips and a body to die for. He was just so perfect.

“You took so long in the shower, baby.”

“Did I?” He laughed, his arms wrapping tightly around his husband. “I didn’t notice.”

“Oh, maybe you did it on purpose so that I could follow you here.” He said, sexily circling his husband’s chest. “And then, we could spend the rest of our day here. Wouldn’t you like that?”

He laughed. “Come on, Jim, I would love to spend the rest of my day with you.” He sighed as he took a deep breath. “But I gotta work. If I don’t work, we’re gonna starve.”

“Even if we didn’t go to work for the next decade, we’d never go broke.” Jim said with a raised eyebrow. “Besides, last time I checked, my husband is the boss. All he needs to do is snap his finger and it will be done. No one will question why you didn’t go for work.”

“Yeah!” David nodded. “But as a leader, I need to lead by example. Besides, we have all the time in the world to be together.”

Jim smiled as his arms found themselves locked around his husband.

“You’re so cute.” He moaned. “Makes me wanna kiss you so bad and moan your name all over this place.”

Without wasting any time, he pulled the man’s head downwards and locked his lips with him. God! The kiss was explosive, hungry and passionate as usual. The feel of the man’s lips dancing on his, the scent emanating from him and the heat coming from him was just too much for Jim. He couldn’t help but moan.

Jim was happy, very happy. 5 years had passed already, five years of enjoying his marriage, five years of enjoying his peace with the love of his life. A lot had changed in those five years. He was married to the man of his dreams and they were a family.

Jim had graduated from the university and was now working in his father’s company and was part of the board. His love for David had grown so much that he couldn’t imagine life without him. The man had changed so much, had accepted their marriage and they were living happily.

For the last five years, no one had threatened his marriage since the pest that had wanted to destroy him was now dead, perhaps nothing but soil. The news of the death of Ben had come at the right time. He had gotten rid of his enemy and gotten his prize. David now loved him rus escort more than ever and he wished for nothing more than their happiness forever.

***

Jim and David were coming down the stairs, arm in arm looking like the perfect couple. David wore a black designer suit that fit on him so perfectly, showing his muscular body with his dark made into curtain bangs. Jim on the other hand was just simple as he was escorting his lovely husband.

Reaching down the stairs, Jim wrapped his arms around his husband’s neck and smiled while staring deep into those shining eyes.

“I will miss you so much, baby.” He moaned, biting his lips sensually.

“I will miss you too, but I will be back and we’ll be together.” He smiled.

Jim nodded and then pulled David’s head downwards until their lips met. God, five years and it still felt like a dream. His life had just become too perfect and he couldn’t believe he was kissing the man that happily kissed him back.

“There they are, my two lovely sons.” A voice interrupted them, right before they heard the sound of heels.

It was Claudia and she looked so sexy, so young with her dark hair made into long layers parted in the middle. She wore a beautiful black dress that stuck on her like a second skin, showing off her gorgeous curves and black high heels. She could easily pass for a 30-year-old.

“Hey, mom!” Jim chuckled, slowly turning to look at her. “How are you doing?”

“Good, even better now that I have seen my two favorite people.” She teased, winking at the both of them. They burst into laughter. “Don’t you two look lovely? And how are my two sons this morning?”

“We’re fine.” David replied, smiling at her. “And you look lovely too.”

The three of them were having an amazing time just talking. It didn’t take time before they heard footsteps and there emerged Amber, looking gorgeous in a black pants suit with black heels that made her look like a princess. Her hair was made into a loose updo and the smile on her face did her justice when she saw her brother.

“Good morning, mi amor!” She said happily with her arms open. “Hope you had a goodnight sleep.”

“It was perfect!” David replied as he kissed her head and pulled her into a hug. “And don’t you look beautiful today? Are you going on a date?”

Amber chuckled, pulling away from the hug. “Of course, not!” She winked. “I just love looking good. After all, who knows whom we meet?” She laughed, still holding his hand. “Are you ready to go for work?”

“Well, I…”

“You haven’t had your breakfast.” Jim chimed in, resting his hand on her shoulder. “The food is very delicious and I inspected it myself. I am pretty sure you’ll love it.”

Amber looked beside her shoulder and shrugged it off, losing the smile on her face.

“I am not hungry, especially not for the food that you personally inspected.” She said harshly, watching as he lost the smile on her face. “I will get something on the way to the office. And I will appreciate it if next time you keep your mouth shut and not talk to me. Am I understood?”

To say Claudia and David were shocked would be an understatement.

“Amber?” Claudia gasped, shaking her head. “Why would you speak to Jim like that? Have you lost your senses? Have you forgotten that he’s the son in law of this house, your brother’s husband?”

“Well then, I don’t wanna stress the point anymore.” She shrugged. “Tell him to stay out of my way. This good guy thing doesn’t fool me at all because I can see right through him. I only ask for one thing and that is for him to leave me alone. He can do anything he wants but he should stay away from me.”

Jim felt tears in his eyes.

“You’re impossible!” Claudia shook her head. “Apologize to him right now.” She demanded.

Amber laughed. “Over my dead body, mom, will I waste my breath apologizing to this guy. You can do that for me, after all, you’ve been doing it all these years.” She looked at David who stood there looking like a robot. “I will be outside.”

Without any words, she left. David took a deep breath and took Jim’s hand, slowly kissing it. He could tell that his husband was very much hurt. He had just been trying to be nice and Amber had started the trouble as usual.

“I am so sorry, baby.” He apologized. “Forgive her, I am sure she’s just frustrated from all the work she’s been doing recently. I’ll talk to her and she’ll come around. I promise.”

Jim gave a fake smile, nodding.

“I will see you later.”

He kissed him quickly and rushed outside. When he reached there, he found Amber waiting for him. She had a smile on her face as though nothing had happened. David crossed his arms on his chest and raised his eyebrow as he stared at her.

“What?” She shrugged.

“What was the meaning of that, Amber?” David’s voice was a little high. “Why would you speak to him like that? What has this boy done that you hate him so much? Let me remind you that Jim and I are married.” He emphasized. yenimahalle escort “He deserves to be respected as my spouse as well as your brother-in-law.”

“I don’t wanna talk about this.” She said with a sigh. “If you want someone to tell you what’s going on then why don’t you ask your husband? That’s if he’s got the guts to even tell you what it is.”

“You’re the one that always starts these fights, Amber.” David defended. “Jim has had fights with you, yes, but most of the time you’re the one that provokes him. I am getting tired of seeing this hatred that you have for him.”

Amber’s mouth opened but no word came out of it. She got offended when her brother said that to her.

“Are you saying that I am the problem?”

“I didn’t say that.” David raised his hands like he was surrendering. “All I said is…”

“It’s okay, I got you.” She nodded, taking a step behind. “I will stay away from your husband, David. But one day, you’ll realize that I am not the problem.”

With those words, she made a quick turn and started rushing out of there.

“Hey!” David hollered. “Where are you going?”

“To the office!”

“But I thought…”

“Yeah, I have changed my mind.” She said without even looking behind her. “I’ll go with my car and you go with yours. I need some air.”

“Amber?” David called. “Hey!”

But she just drove out of the compound with her car, leaving him there confused. He was shaking his head.

***

“Are you serious?” Isaac laughed, looking at the man that was staring at him with a stern face. “Another one this morning? Oh wow, your house should be called the house of drama.” He continued laughing.

“This isn’t funny, Isaac.” David sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

David and Isaac were in David’s office talking while having their lunch. Isaac, still handsome as ever had travelled all the way from the hospital to come and have lunch with his friend. He was a neurosurgeon, one of the youngest doctors in the country.

“I literally cannot take it.” He continued. “This isn’t like Amber. You know she is not the type to be causing trouble. My sister loves everyone except for my husband and I don’t know how I can explain that.”

“Well…” Isaac shrugged. “…tension is bound to rise between a sister-in-law and a brother-in-law. I guess, they’re competing for your love and attention.”

“Yeah, but it’s more than that.” He took a deep breath, leaning closer to the table. “Maybe you know why these two are always in each other’s hairs. Has Amber told you anything about why she gets irritated whenever she sees him?”

Isaac stared at his friend for a few minutes without saying a word. He knew what he wanted to say but there was a voice at the back of his mind telling him to keep quiet. Then like a flash, he burst into laughter and patted on his friend’s shoulder.

“I don’t know, man, you know Amber. She only tells you something when she wants. Even if I asked her, she wouldn’t tell me. I am as blank as you.”

“Shit!” He said under his breath.

“What about you?” He asked. “How do you feel about all this?”

David gave a gloomy sigh, rubbing the sides of his head. “I don’t know how to feel, honestly. On one hand is my sister who’s always been by my side for as long as I can remember. On the other is my husband who has shown me nothing but love the last five years. It’s tough, honestly, and I know I cannot choose to side with either without hurting the other. But just this morning, I think I might have hurt my sister with the way I spoke to her.”

“It’s that bad, huh?”

“Yeah!” He nodded. “But you know, sometimes I feel like there’s a missing piece. It’s like I need to find something but I don’t know what that is. I have felt this way the last few years and no matter what I do, I cannot fill that void. And with the whole feud, I just feel confused.”

Isaac smiled sheepishly. “One day, you’ll understand what you need to do. Right now, I think you and Amber should talk. I can imagine that she’s just as miserable as you. You guys are like two twins that cannot be separated. You need to go and see her.”

David smiled and nodded. “You’re right.” He rose from the chair. “I will go right now.”

He didn’t waste any time. He rushed out of his office and went to see her.

***

“That stupid bitch!” Jim yelled, angrily throwing his bag on the table.

The woman that was seated on the other end with her legs on the table couldn’t mask the surprise on her face. She looked beautiful, classy and sexy. She wore a blue dress that stuck on her like a second skin, showing off her curves with blue heels. Her shoulder length chocolate brown hair with blonde highlights were made into curly fringe, making her look like a seductress. One could mistake her for a college student.

“Hey, baby, what seems to be the problem?” Elena asked, a frown appearing on her face. “On such an occasion I was expecting you to be happy.”

“How could I, mommy?” He snarled, clenching his fist. “I am sick and tired of that stupid bitch called Amber. She’s becoming a thorn in my relationship and here I was thinking I got rid of the only thorn in my life.”

Elena chuckled, seductively rising from the chair. She walked to her son and cupped his cheeks, smiling at him.

“You’re a very handsome boy, my love.” She caressed him. “You don’t need to wear a frown on your face. It makes you look old. Smile, chill and enjoy yourself. Amber has always been bitter and jealous. Do you know why?” She asked. “Because she knows she’s no longer the attention of that house. You’ve got Claudia and David on your side. She feels threatened and that’s why she’s acting like that.”

“No, mom…” He breathed harshly, shaking his head. “…it is more than that. You should hear her whenever it is just the two of us. She keeps threatening me and I am scared that one of these days, she might do something that may hurt me.”

Elena burst into laughter. She found what her son had said very funny.

“And what makes you think that I will allow that?” She shrugged, sitting back on the table. “You don’t know what I can do when my life is threatened. Amber is like a speck of dust in my hands, nothing compared to that problem we had over five years ago. If she doesn’t behave, let’s just say that something unfortunate might happen.”

Jim’s mouth pulled into a silent O, getting ever larger as he processed the news. His hands flailed before he drove in for a hug.

“Really, mom?” He asked excitedly.

“Of course.” Elena had an evil grin on her face. “Anything for you, my love.”

Jim pulled away from the hug staring at his mother. “This makes me so happy, but right now, I think I can handle Amber.”

“Sure!” She shrugged. “Whenever you need me, I am only a call away. Anyways,” She took her son’s hands and pulled him closer. “How’s my handsome son-in-law? And how are you guys doing?”

Jim’s face flushed with excitement. “He’s actually very good. I called him a few minutes ago and he said he’ll be home by 7.” But then he lost the smile on his face. “But… although… I still have one problem mom. I think David doesn’t pay much attention to me, the way he should, especially at night.” He sighed, feeling some anger taking ahold of him. “It makes so mad, it’s like I am not even there. He just pays attention to him.”

Elena smiled, wrapping her arms around him.

“I understand but you know what they say, when you love someone, you gotta love everything that they love too.” She said confidently. “And besides, that’s a tiny problem that you can easily get rid of.”

“I know.” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “I only agreed to this because I wanted David to forget about that bitch and focus on our life together. But this is becoming a problem.”

“And I trust you’ll think of a permanent solution to it.” She reassured. “Now, how are the preparations for tonight?”

Hearing his mother’s question, Jim’s face lit up with a very big smile. “Everything is going as planned and I know he’s gonna love it. He’s got no idea.”

“Really?” Elena raised an eyebrow. “Tell me all about it.”

Jim started explaining to his mother how everything was going…

***

David, Amber and Isaac entered the big mansion happily. They were laughing as they talked about their trip from long ago, one they wanted to go on, just the three of them. They were so happy but then suddenly…

“Baby, welcome home!”

David quickly looked in front of him and saw his husband rushing to him with a stern face. He looked gorgeous in a black skinny jean with a white shirt. As soon as he reached him, he coiled his arm with him.

“Hey, I need you to come with me.” He said abruptly. “There’s something I wanna talk to you about.” He seemed so nervous that it made David nervous too.

“Hey, is everything okay?” David sounded worried. “Why do you look like that?”

Jim looked at his husband and took a deep breath. “Well, mom was walking outside near the pool when she tripped and fell. I think she might have twisted her ankle.”

“What?” He gasped, his eyes widening. “Where’s she?”

“Still at the back.”

Without wasting any time, David began rushing outside like the hounds of hell were after him. The others followed him. He was really worried. But when he reached the back, he couldn’t see anything. It was really dark.

“Mom?” He hollered. “Are you here?”

But there was no answer.

“Mom, where are you? Mo…”

Suddenly, the lights went on and…

“Surprise!” Everyone screamed.

To say David was surprised would be an understatement. His eyes widened and he felt his heart began to race. He was standing there like he was frozen. There were a few people near the pool area all dressed for the occasion that he didn’t know. His mother was there and also his in-laws. The place was decorated beautifully with flowers and everyone was dressed for an occasion.

“Surprise, baby!” Jim said happily, wrapping an arm around him right before he pulled him down and kissed him.

Everyone started cheering.

“What’s going on?” David whispered when he pulled away from his husband.

“Happy Anniversary, baby.” He said with a wide smile. “Did you forget?”

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The tractor rumbled beneath her through the paddock. A break in the rain meant that Daisy had to be quick to seed before it started all over again and drenched her in the open tractor. Silently, she cursed herself. She was already drenched. In her rush to beat the rain, she’d ran from the house in her comfiest sundress, Birkenstocks, and a pair of socks, choosing to forego underwear and a bra in her hurry (not an unusual practice for her). The deep rumble of the tractor and the bounces it made on its way through the field always set her on edge. Today in particular as she felt the vibrations through the thin fabric of her dress. Laughing to herself, she’d shake her head periodically to clear the thoughts that seemed to sneak into her consciousness.

Honestly, Daisy loved it out on the farm. She loved people and had the most radiant smile for anyone who took the time to stop and say hi. But sometimes the solitude and and quiet of the farm was exactly what she needed. Even with the new farmhand on board, it was still a big farm between the two of them and sometimes she wouldn’t see him for hours. Nic was in the shed today, clearing and fixing a few of the issues that seemed to be a farming constant. Maybe she’d drop by after the rain started, watch him work beneath the ute. Laughing, she shook her head, her auburn hair falling around her freckled face.

The soft curls bounced in front of her chest, tickling the pale mountains of cleavage left by the low cut of her dress. She couldn’t help imagining the whispy tendrils of her hair as the caressing fingers of the man inside the shed, exploring her soft skin as his lips-

This was starting to get annoying. ‘The sooner I get this beast out from between my legs, the sooner I can act normal,’ she thought to herself. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as the tractor beneath her hummed. She actually gasped out loud when she needed to increase the revs to get up a hill. “Ohhhhhhh fuck,” she moaned, her voice undulating with the power of the engine. Her eyes wandered over the lush countryside and she found herself looking over the green hills, rising and falling like the heaving breasts of a woman in divine ecstacy. Her thoughts wandered, and this time she didn’t have the strength, or the will to bat them away.

She saw Nic’s muscular torso, holding hers against the wall. Her breathing ragged as he ground his body against hers, completely in control, smirking down at the desperate redhead as her green eyes begged him to take her then and there. Him tearing her dress away from her body and taking her delicious DDs into his mouth as he picked her up, wrapping her slender legs around his waist. The length of his cock pressed hard against her soaking womanhood as she thrust, ground, and pushed to feel his thick member splitting her lips.

“Fucking hell, Daisy,” she muttered to herself. Her face flushed and her nipples hard beneath her dress, she crashed back into reality. Even so, she couldn’t help but hum with the throbbing engine.

“Good lord, I’d fuck a small log if it looked enough like a dick right now,” she chuckled to herself, her thoughts wandering to the small vibrator in her drawer and feeling a little disappointed that it wasn’t any bigger.

The rain began as her thoughts once again drifted to the farmhand. The cool water running down her skin, calming her down a little as she turned the tractor back towards the shed. What started as a light shower, turning significantly heavier as she made it to the shed, parking it in behind the ute.

“Just in time,” a voice called from below the ute. “Sounds like it’s really coming down out there.”

“It certainly is,” Daisy replied, walking towards the legs sticking out from beneath the car. Her eyes drifted up the pair of jeans towards the small bulge Beşevler Rus Escort at the front and she found herself staring before Nic crawled from beneath the car.

His shirt covered in oil, he looked down at himself and laughed, stripping it and tossing it onto a pile.

“That looks like a rag now,” He laughed, looking down at Daisy with his half-smile.

Daisy laughed along with him, her eyes combing his chest. She tried to tear them away but seemed unable to.

“You look a tad wet there,” he remarked, gesturing to her dress which now clung to her body, saturated. That gave her enough willpower to look away and finally notice her own body, clearly visible beneath the green sundress. Her nipples hard, obvious beneath the fabric which had fallen even lower down her chest with the weight of all the rain.

“I’m… Soaking,” she smiled, her remarkable grin flashing out at him. “No chance of a towel around here?”

“Unfortunately not,” he replied. “But you can borrow a spare shirt or something? I’m sure I can find something around here.”

“Isn’t that meant to be kind of sexy?” Daisy smirked, finding that he was slowly, unconsciously moving closer.

“Only thing sexier is a woman in a sundress,” he replied, and when Daisy looked down she could see the reaction that her outfit gave him.

“Mmmm I see,” she purred. “Maybe this will have to come off then. I don’t want to cause you any trouble.”

“You might be the one in trouble,” he replied, his voice lowering as he came within a step of her.

Her breath hitched as he spoke and she found her heart racing a mile a minute. His bare chest was only a few centimeters from her own, and she found herself reaching out to touch it. Underneath her delicate fingers, Nic’s heart raced also as he gazed down into her vibrant green eyes. Taking that final half step towards her, Daisy found herself chest to chest with the tall farmhand and immobile under the gaze of his brilliant blue eyes.

His strong arm encircled her waist, his rough hand resting on the small of her back. His other hand rested softly on her cheek before grazing her skin slowly. Moving his fingers along her jaw to her chin and lifting her face higher.

Daisy found her mind almost blank, completely ready to give up to him. His sexy half smile nearly bringing her to her knees as her chest heaved. Each exhale came as a shudder as the tall man made her feel safer, but less in control.

Slowly. God, so slowly. His lips lowered and hovered, a mere millimeter from her own. His breath was hot against hers, and Daisy found herself almost panting against him, desperate for his touch. With a smirk, he gave it to her. His lips met her’s ever so softly as she stood entranced. God she needed more! She could barely believe it when she whimpered as he pulled back. His icey blue eyes held so much promise for her as she silently pleaded with him for more. His hands slid down, carving a path of electricity across her skin and leaving goosebumps in his wake.

“You’re stunning,” he whispered. “If you really want this, know that I’m claiming you. You’re mine, to do with as I wish, when I wish.”

His fingers traced a line up her collarbone, towards her shoulders.

“I’m in charge. Which means you listen. And obey. When I claim you, I own you.”

Daisy’s heart thudded so hard she thought he must be able to see her chest move. She had to remember to take a breath as he held her in his grip.

His fingers slid along her shoulder, his index and thumb fingering the strap of her dress.

“Beg me. Beg me to take you. Then you won’t be going back.”

The rain pounding on the tin roof sounded like mere background noise as Daisy’s hormones flooded her brain. Fuck she was Cebeci Rus Escort so wet, her pussy throbbed with every word from his bass voice.

“I…” she squeaked.

She cleared her throat, embarrassed.

“I want you,” she breathed. “Fuck. I want you so badly. I want you to… Own me. Make me yours. I’ll do… Anything.”

With that, Nic smirked and flicked the straps of her dress over her shoulders. She gasped as the dress fell into a heap on the floor and he stood there, beholding all of her naked glory. Although she worked hard on the farm, her pale skin had remained light with only freckles to mark the sun. Her DDs sat heavily against her chest, the small pink nipples straining outwards. Her stomach was soft but mostly flat while her ass stood out in everything she wore, pale in a tear drop shape. His rough hands hefted those magnificent tits and weighed them in his hands. His thumbs ran over her nubs, flicking them softly as she gasped.

“Gorgeous,” he moaned, his deep thrum felt through her body. His lips lowered to hers again and kissed her harder this time. Hungrier. Her flushed red lips parted for him and his tongue snaked his way inside, dancing with her’s. She moaned under his kisses and melted under his touch. Her hands explored his hard chest and stomach, sliding down the surface until they found the barrier to her release.

His belt came away easily under her slender fingers and soon he stood naked too. With her eyes closed, Daisy let her fingers explore the manhood that had sprung free between them. Sliding her fingers around his base, her sense of awe grew as she found inch after inch of meaty appendage. Soon she found herself unable to wrap her fingers completely around his length and it was then that she broke the kiss to stare down at his thick cock.

“Still keen?” He smirked. Daisy couldnt find the words as she saw every need she had fulfilled in the blink of an eye. Stupidly, she nodded her reply.

“Good. Now get down on those fucking knees.” He commanded.

Obediently, Daisy sunk to her knees, never once taking her eyes off the thick rod before her. Her hand wrapped around the member as much as she could, jerking it slowly as she inspected it. His veins pulsed powerfully beneath her delicate grip and it nearly flew from her hand when he flexed it.

“Hurry slut,” he commanded. Snapping from her daze, she looked up at her stud and slowly licked the entire length of his shaft while her green eyes held his unwavering. Holding it in her grasp, she knew this was the answer. This was the object of her worship. And so she began the sacred act of pleasing the god before her. With reverence, she slowly fed herself with his meat. Nic’s strong hands threaded their way through her curls as she used his cock like a breathing tube. Inch by inch that thick length filled her throat until she could go no more, with more cock to spare. His hands held the redheaded slut there for a moment before releasing, giving her time to breathe before pulling her back.

She loved his command. His control. She was so ready for him. Right now she’d do anything and so she attacked his manhood with everything she had. She was his, and her job was to blow his fucking mind. Delicate fingers jerked his cock as her lips stretched around his width, bobbing up and down as she took to it with the enthusiasm of a child with a lollipop. He couldn’t help the groans escape his lips as Daisy tended to his cock with a sloppy gusto, uncaring of any need she had except to have more. His cock throbbed under the pressure of her lips and before she knew it, Nic was growling and lifting her to her feet.

“Good slut. God you love it.”

Daisy wiped the drool from her lips and smiled up at him.

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“Good girl. Bend here, let me see how desperate you are for this.”

Daisy’s heart stuck in her throat with the thought. Bending at the waist, her arms rested on the ute and her back arched as she presented herself. Her hair flipped over her shoulder, she turned to look at him as he knelt behind her.

“Fuck you look amazing,” he growled. “You look so fucking wet. So fucking ready.”

She whimpered in response, her need rising.

He smirked as he rose to his feet, the head of his cock lined up against her opening. The smirk widened as he pushed, just enough to split her lips open. To give her a taste.

“Nothing happens until you beg,” he promised.

Daisy pouted, and wriggled her way back, trying to get more of him but he backed away. Always keeping his head just at her entrance, he could feel how easily it would be to fall inside.

“Beg,” he commanded, slapping her ass.

Daisy whimpered again but obeyed.

“Please. Please fuck me. I need it. I fucking need this cock to split me in half. I need your thick length to stretch me wider than I’ve ever been. FUCK ME, sir.”

His wish granted, Nic proceeded to slowly fill his slut with every inch of his considerable girth. Her gasps turned to moans, which turned to groans, which turned to screams as he surely and slowly gave her his dick. Her head hung as she tried to breathe, feeling her lips stretch as the head of his cock felt like it pierced her stomach.

“Goddamit I love this dick!” she exclaimed, as she pushed back against his hips. Her incredible ass ground against his lap as he allowed her time to adjust

“Please sir. Fuck me. I’ll cum for you. I’ll do anythi-“

Her promises were cut short as Nic pulled his length out to the head and then pushed the full strength of his hips into her waiting pussy.

“FUUUUUUCK!” Her eyes rolled back and her knees went weak as he began the fuck of her lifetime.

He had no mercy on the redhead, choosing to fulfill his promise and fuck her as he wanted. Hard.

His hand came down again and again over her ass, causing her screams to cut periodically with loud gasps.

“Fuck. This. Is. So. Fucking. Gooooood,” she screamed. “Give this to me always. I’m yours. I’m totally yours. Use me. Use me as your little slut, sir. Use me to empty that massive fucking cock.”

Her pleas drove him wild, his fingers snaking into her auburn hair he balled into a fist and pulled her head back. Her back arched and suddenly his cock was hitting totally different spots inside.

“Holy fuuuUUUUUUUCKK” her screams reverberated through the shed as Nic drilled his cock inside the desperate farmer.

“Take this fucking cock,” he growled, punctuating each word with a powerful thrust. “From now on I’m the one who satisfies you. I’m the one who you love to please.”

“Yeeeeeesssss sir,” Daisy moaned, her orgasm rising like a wave.

“I’m going to empty myself inside you, my little slut.”

“Please sir. Please,” she begged, feeling his cock swell inside her.

“Fucking hell. Fuck. Fuck. FUUUUUUCK!!” He roared as his balls tightened and the torrent of cum came gushing from his cock. His thrusts became savage, hard and powerful as Daisy felt herself filling.

That’s what pushed her over the edge. The wave of orgasmic bliss crashed inside her and every nerve in her body fired.

“GaaahhHHHHHHH FUCK MEEEEE” she cried as her knees buckled and the aftershocks of orgasm shot through her. The only thing supporting her was the hand gripping her hair and Nic’s cock still gushing inside her.

As their orgasms subsided, Nic pulled his sticky cock from Daisy and let her slide to the floor. She looked ragged and exhausted from the pounding but still had the energy to look hungrily up at his dripping length.

Nic smirked as he fed her the softening member, letting her taste the cum that was now running down her thighs.

His cock clean, Daisy looked up at Nic with her radiant smile and laughed, shaking her head. Her auburn curls fell in front of her breasts and the rain continued to fall against the tin roof.

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People write things down for all sorts of reasons. A poet writes his poems, an author writes his novels and a journalist writes his columns. Each of them has his own motivation for doing so. But they all have one thing in common. They each want to share something, to get it out there, to get it off their chest. So, I’ve written this little roman a clef for many of those same reasons.

You know that old saying about not knowing or appreciating what you have until its gone? Well, that should be my life’s credo. There have been so many things in my life to which that old cliché applies itself.

One incident in particular comes to mind because of a dream I had recently about something that actually happened to me. It was an erotic dream in which I relived part of the event but didn’t recognize it until I woke. When I did awaken from the dream I had to jack off immediately. The images had come to life so vividly that I spent the rest of that day thinking about and remembering the incident that inspired the dream.

I was stationed at a Marine Corps air base in southern Japan. I was a very different person in those days. I was a little younger and a hell of lot more impetuous. But I was also a damn good Marine. I was always squared away and could do my job better than most. I had long ago learned that life was just easier that way.

Not long after arriving in Japan I was put in charge of my work center. Basically I did quality assurance inspections on the maintenance my men performed.

Eventually I grew bored with running the work center and finagled myself an office job in training, licensing and technical publications. I’ll take an air-conditioned office job over getting greasy and dirty any day of the week.

I shared my office with another Corporal who was the actual training instructor. I mostly did paperwork and handled all the technical publication. I outranked him since I had been a Corporal longer than him.

One day Dave, the training instructor, was scheduled to teach a few classes to some squadron guys who had recently come to our base on a six month deployment from their base in southern Arizona. He stepped out of the office to run across the street to the convenience store, hoping to get back before the students arrived.

Normally, I have very little to do with the students, but Dave asked if I’d keep and eye out for them. Of course I said I would. Sure enough as soon as Dave left the first students started to arrive, so I had them fill out some preliminary paperwork. I immediately noticed that more than a few of these young Marines were quite good looking. Or maybe I was just horny that day, which for me is a fairly common condition.

There was one of them who really stood out among the rest. Not only was he good looking, but he was really squared away, meaning he had an immaculately pressed uniform, highly polished boots and a fresh hair cut. There was one other thing about him that really caught my attention. He had the most remarkable eyes that I’ve ever seen. They were a bright crystal blue that seemed to sort of sparkle and glow from within.

Now this guy was a Private First Class, which is two pay grades below Corporal so I figured he was pretty young and probably fresh out of boot camp. His face may have looked young and innocent but he surely had the body of a man.

“Alright Marines, I’m Corporal Brooks. Your instructor Corporal Mason will be back shortly. Meanwhile I’ll need you fill out these forms and get them back to me before you leave today.” I said, sounding very authoritative.

As I was explaining to them about the forms and the classes they’d be taking, I couldn’t help but stare at the young Private First Class. His eyes were mezmorizing. Occasionally I looked around at the others, but always ended up looking back at this young PFC.

And as luck would have it, when they started to fill out the forms, the young PFC dropped his cover, which is military lingo for ‘hat’. As he bent over to pick it up I got a spectacular view of butt. I popped a boner instantly. It was so round and perfect that the image was immediately seared into my brain. I had to force myself not to stare at him.

While we waited for Dave to get back they talked quietly amongst themselves. But then one of them apparently make a wisecrack to or about the young PFC that I’d been noticing. I didn’t actually hear what was said, but I certainly hear the young PFC’s response.

“Fuck you, you stupid motherfucker!” He shouted loudly as I watched the color rise in his cheeks and his beautiful crystal blue eyes change to a smoky gray color. He was really pissed. That was quite evident because he started in on another stream of obscenities which was enough to make anyone blush.

“Alright that’s enough! Knock it off!” I said firmly.

That kid has got some temper, I thought to myself. He still looked furious.

“Sorry Corporal…” they both echoed.

Its common practice for junior Marines to address their seniors by rank and last name. But I never Cebeci Escort got off on that whole power trip like a lot of guys did when they started to move up in the ranks. But I also didn’t take any shit from junior Marines either.

Finally Dave showed up and pointed them towards the classroom in the next building. But the young PFC came over to my desk and just stood there looking at me, not wanting to interrupt what I was doing.

“What’s up? Is there something I can help you with?” I asked him. Dave stood there listening since he was the actual instructor.

“Excuse me Corporal, but this form asks for a driver’s license number and well, my license is suspended right now.” He said a little sheepishly.

Dave looked at me since this particular question had not come up before. And for this class each student did need to have a valid driver’s license. I’d worked in training before so I knew there were a couple of ways to handle this situation.

“When will it be re-instated?” I asked him.

“In two weeks.” He said.

Now I if I had wanted to be a dick about it I could have told him that he couldn’t take the class without a valid driver’s license. But I didn’t.

“Well, just go ahead take the class for now and come back in two weeks. We’ll get you all fixed up then,” I told him.

He seemed very pleased with that and thanked me as though he thought I were doing him a special favor.

When they both left the office I quickly decided to sit in the class and follow them out. Something I often did when there were hotties in the class.

“Where are you going?” Dave asked me.

“I thought I’d monitor this class for Quality Assurance purposes.” I told him.

“Didn’t you just monitor this same class last week?” He asked.

“Just shut up and go teach the class.” I chuckled, urging him along.

“Oh I get it, there must be some cute girls in this class.” He laughed

He didn’t know how close to the truth he was. There was someone who I thought was cute in this class but it certainly wasn’t who he thought it was.

“Your students are waiting.” I told him impatiently.

“Alright students, my name is Corporal Mason, I’ll be your instructor today and most of you have already met Corporal Brooks here.” He indicated to me standing at the front corner of the classroom.

“He’ll be monitoring this class for Quality Assurance purposes, but he’s also taught these classes before, so you can direct any of questions him or myself.”

As Dave started the class I pulled up a stool and looked over the forms the students had given me. I noticed that the young PFC was not quite as young as I’d thought previously. In fact he was just a year and a few months younger than me. I was amazed.

Thinking on this, I looked up from clipboard and scanned the class for his face. It stood out immediately. There was definitely something about him that made him stand out in a crowd. Other than the fact that he was quite handsome and his eyes sparkled like jewels, there was also this almost translucent quality to his skin.

He wasn’t pale, on the contrary, he looked very healthy, almost glowing. He saw me looking at him and smiled, then went on listening to Dave’s lecture.

About halfway through the class I was called away. So I excused myself to Dave and the students. As I was about to leave I glanced at the not so young PFC, whose last name I now knew was Crass, and he gave me an almost imperceptible wave and another smile.

I smiled too, but more at myself for shamelessly flirting like that. I couldn’t wait to get back to my room in the barracks, so I could stroke my rod thinking about PFC Crass.

As duty stations go, this was one of the better ones. The barracks itself was more like one of those drive up motels, with all the doors to the rooms opening out onto a walkway. They were three man rooms, but most of them only had two occupants. A few of the luckier guys didn’t have to share at all. The best feature was that each room had its own private bathroom. A step up from most barracks I’d ever lived in.

I shared a room with another Corporal who worked in another shop. He turned out to be a great guy. But when I first moved in though we avoided each other like the plague. It only took a little while for us to become fast friends though. He was, hands down, the most considerate person I have ever lived with. Even to this day, I’ve still never lived with anyone like him.

Our room itself was probably the best appointed room on the whole base. We had all the comforts of home crammed into that living space. Each of us had our own stereo. His had one set of huge speaker, mine had two sets of smaller but really expensive speakers. I had my own television and VCR. And somehow he managed to find a really nice piece of carpeting, something almost no other room had. We had a mini-fridge, a table and chairs. All in all, it wasn’t a bad setup. Not bad at all.

We definitely had the best Kolej Escort combined entertainment center around, so people seemed to want to just come and hang out there a lot. It was like living in the most popular dorm room or frat house on campus. We always seemed to have friends and friends of friends hanging out, drinking and just listening to music or watching videos or whatever. My roommate Sean was a genuinely nice guy. Very easy going and a lot fun to get drunk with. Not too bad to look at either.

One day, while heading back to our room from somewhere, a meal or something I think, my roommate and I ran into one of his friends from work. I did a double take when I realized who was with his friend. It was PFC Crass, the good looking kid from class a few weeks ago. His face lit up with a big smile and his eyes started to twinkle when he recognized me.

Once inside our room we all grabbed a beer and listened to some tunes and talked. Crass and I fell into a very easy conversation as if we’d already been friends for a long time. We pretty much ignored my roommate and the other guy.

Crass started doing that thing with his eyes again. Mesmerizing me. And occasionally when there was a lull in our conversation he’d just continue to stare into my eyes for a long time. It kind of made me uncomfortable at first, so I’d look away. But then I just went with it and we’d lock eyes for short periods, silently, between topics. He was making me very hot.

During our conversation I found out all sorts of things about him. One of the most important details was that he was married. Although currently separated, the fact remained that he was a married man. He also told me about all the trouble he’d been getting into lately. He had in fact been a Lance Corporal, but had gotten busted back down to Private First Class, which explained why he was almost my age and still a PFC.

I did my best to console him and encouraged him to look toward the future and not worry about past deeds. I could tell he was experiencing some self esteem issues too, which may or may not have contributed to anger management problems. I could completely empathize with him. So I laid on the encouragements and more than a few compliments.

“Try to focus on where you’re going and how you’ll behave better from this point forward. You’re a good looking, squared away young Marine. I know you’ll be alright.” I said to him.

I told him that I’d had friends at my last duty station who’d done far worse things and had come through it just fine. He seemed to be really taking my advice to heart and hanging on my every word. All the while those eyes of his were driving me crazy, making it difficult to concentrate.

Back in those days I never assumed anything and subtlty was lost on me. Even though somewhere in the back of my mind, I felt he was sending me all sorts of signals that he liked me in same way that I like him, I just couldn’t bring myself to believe it was true.

Hell, I’ve met other people who have no qualms about staring openly at others in complete silence. But very few of them looked like this guy. And even though Crass was less than two years younger than me, I could see how he would look up to me, you know with a little brother’s kind of admiration. I was rationalizing. Better safe than sorry.

After a while they decided to head back to their barracks which was way the hell on the other side of the base. That meant they’d have to hurry catch the shuttle or walk. Either way it was a long haul, so they left.

My roommate, Sean later told me all the rumors he’d heard about PFC Crass being a trouble maker. Most of which Crass had already divulged to me during our conversation in the room that day.

I told Sean that I thought Crass was probably a good kid who was just going through a rough patch right now. And that I thought he seemed like an alright guy. Sean admitted that he really didn’t know Crass all that well and that I was probably right about him since I seemed to have made better friends with him than most of the guys that they worked with.

I thought it was odd that Sean had made that observation about us becoming fast friends. But it was true. Crass and I had made friends rather quickly and taken an instant liking to each other. And from what I heard, not many people really got along with PFC Crass because of his quick temper.

Sean and I continued to play host to our friends. Almost every Friday night and even sometimes during the week there was a small party of sorts in our room. Usually afterwards everyone would head over to the enlisted man’s club, which was only a few yards down the road.

On one particular Friday after work Sean and I got our usual few cases of beer. I bought some Jack Daniels while he got some tequila. I don’t recall if we’d planned anything special but for some reason that evening we ended up with quite a few more people than usual in our room. It was a real party.

Everyone brought beer. We had Yenimahalle Escort the mini-fridge completely full and stacks and stacks of cases in the shower stall of our bathroom. It was way out of control. Sean and I just looked at each other, shrugged our shoulder and continued partying.

We all sat around talking, playing drinking games and just generally having a good old time. The music was blasting and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. I was getting hammered in the drinking game.

Soon enough some of Sean’s friends showed up at the door. And to my shock and surprise, who should be with them but PFC Crass. I hadn’t seen or thought of him for weeks. Out of sight, out of mind. As soon as my eyes locked onto him my heart started to beat faster.

Until now I’d never seen him in civilian clothes. And man, oh man, what a treat it was! He had on a rather tight fitting black t-shirt and some very tight Levis which fit him really well.

Now I could clearly see that Crass had a classic v-shaped torso which tapered to an incredibly small waist. His arms were buff and you could see his sculpted pecs and abs through the shirt he had on. And his best feature, at least in my mind, his butt, it stuck out beautifully in those tight jeans.

He didn’t see me right away because I sitting between two idiots who were shouting out new rules as they cheated at the drinking game. After looking around at all the faces in the room, his eyes finally locked onto mine and he broke into that great smile of his. I bowed out of the drinking game and almost killed myself trying to getting up from the table.

I was really surprised and really, really glad to see him. I told him so. He looked utterly delicious to me right then. On a side note, it seems that its okay for Marines to touch and fondle when they are drinking, but not too much. Sean and I played grab-ass and wrestled all the time when we drinking. Don’t get the wrong idea about us though, we were just good friends. I never even considered having sex with Sean. That’s a lie, but I digress…

Anyway, I suddenly lost all interest in everyone except PFC Crass. All of my attention was now focused on him and that great body of his. I hadn’t noticed it before but he was like an inch and a half or two shorter than me. Perhaps that also lent to his illusion of youth. But his body was very well proportion and it was definitely the body of a man, albeit a youthful man, but definitely a man.

If you’re wondering why I keep referring to him by his rank and last name, its simple, I just didn’t know his first name. And he couldn’t bring himself to break military protocol by using my first name or even just calling me by my last name like everyone else. I thought it was cute that he addressed me as ‘Corporal Brooks’. I’m certain he told me his first name but I guess I forgot, so I just called him by his last name which was sufficient.

“What brings you guys to this side of the base so late in the day?” I asked Crass while getting him a cold one from the mini-fridge.

“There’s a band playing at the enlisted club tonight.”

“Oh right. Damn I had completely spaced on that. No wonder so many people showed up here for their pre-flight buzz today.”

I chatted him up for a little while longer then showed him how to operate my stereo. Other people kept calling my name for this or that and I’d just nod or completely blow them off.

“Man, you guys have got a shit load of CDs.” He said.

“Yeah, I think between us we must have about three hundred fifty or so.” I told him.

The music was quite loud so I was glad that I had to lean in grab his shoulder to talk to him. He smelled good too. No cologne, just good clean all American male. At one point while I was leaning in close to say something to him I draped my arm around his shoulder. Instinctively he responded by putting his arm around my waist, but then he squeezed my side a little with his hand and that made me flinch and giggle.

Sean must have been watching the whole time because just then he came up to us with a couple of shots in each hand.

“Yeah, that’s his big weakness, he’s ticklish as a little girl.” Sean said laughingly as he handed me a shot.

“Little girl?!” I said laughing, “I wasn’t such a little girl when I kicked your ass the other day.”

He offered the other shot to Crass but he declined so Sean and I toasted each other and drank them down. Somehow Sean managed to drag me into conversation with him and some other people. Then Dave from my office insisted that it was time for he and I to do another shot. I had quite a little buzz going.

Occasionally I’d glance out of the corner of my eye to see Crass still over there looking through the CD collection. He only spoke a few brief words to this person or that person as they passed him.

Eventually I noticed Crass heading toward the bathroom at the back of the room. And like everyone else I suppose I get a lot bolder when I’m buzzed.

I had some crazy ideas running through my head. So as covertly as possible I made my way back to the bathroom under the pretext of getting another case of beer from the shower.

Since we were all guys in there, Crass hadn’t bothered to close the bathroom door. I had come along while he was in mid-stream and he glanced over his should to see me coming into the bathroom.

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La fessée.

La soirée s’annonce toride. STÉPHANIE est habillée d’une courte robe noire qui moule son magnifique corps. Elle est superbe. Elle porte la chaîne en argent autour du cou, la clef cachée entre le creux de ses délicieux seins, libres. Elle n’a pas de soutien-gorge. Elle est très belle, très sexy.

Elle a choisi mes vêtements, une chemise, un pantalon et une veste légère. Il n’y a pas de caleçon. Je lui fais remarquer, elle me répond que je n’en ai pas besoin. Devant le miroir je vois très bien ma cage, elle se devine aisément, le tube courbé et le cadenas sont très visibles. Le pantalon est assez fin, la chemise est courte, la veste couvre à peine mon entre jambe. Je suis sur que tout le monde peut la voir.

STÉPHANIE me rassure avec un gros câlin, me complimente sur mon corps de rêve. Ma queue réagit à la caresse, je sens la pression de la cage. Elle tente de se tendre. La douleur me fait grimacer, mon Épouse me regarde, elle continue ses caresses.

_S_ On ne voit rien, en plus ce pantalon met en valeur ton beau petit cul, puis pour découvrir ta cage il faut regarder de tout prêt ou te toucher. Allez soit tranquille, personne ne va voir ton petit jouet, les gens s’en foute de ta bite.

_J_ Je ne suis vraiment pas très à l’aise mon Amour, j’ai peur que quelqu’un aperçoive ma cage, que vont-ils penser de moi?

_S_ Ne t’inquiète pas mon Chéri, j’ai la clef avec moi, si tu es trop gêné, tu pourras l’enlever. Mais je dois te dire que je suis très très excitée. Je te trouve tellement sexy avec ta bite encagée. Tu sais, savoir que tu ne peux bander que pour moi, ça m’excite d’une force! Je suis tellement mouillée, je suis trempe. Regarde.

Dans un déhanché d’une sensualité si féminine, si toride, elle descend son petit string. Il tombe à ses pieds, entre ses jambes.

_S_ Tu veux bien m’aider s’il te plaît mon juju.

_J_ Oui, bien sur mon Amour.

Je m’agenouille lentement devant elle, nous ne nous quittons pas des yeux. Son regard brille d’une nouvelle lumière. C’est la première fois quelle me regarde comme ça. Son regard est incandescent. Il émane d’elle, à ce moment la, une puissance divine. C’est une Déesse.

Mon cœur bat la chamade, elle est belle, je l’aime. Son regard est intense, je ne peux le soutenir, je baisse les yeux. Je reconnais implicitement sa domination, sans aucune parole, je me soumets à son pouvoir. Cela est si naturel. Mes phantasmes sont devenus réels. Elle ne joue pas, elle n’essaie pas de me faire plaisir, elle semble vraiment heureuse de montrer son autorité.

Sa culotte est coincée sous un talon, je la prends délicatement entre les mains. Elle ne bouge pas. Je lève les yeux, à son regard je comprends qu’elle n’est pas satisfaite. J’embrasse sa chaussure, elle lève alors son pied de quelques centimètres, je fais la même chose pour l’autre pieds. Je libère son string, il est en effet très humide, son parfum me submerge. C’est vraiment un aphrodisiaque exceptionnel, ma queue va exploser, je ressens la douleur de l’érection empêchée mais je n’ai pas mal. L’instant est juste sublime.

Je plonge mon visage dans sa culotte, je la prends avec ma bouche, je relève la tête son string entre les lèvres. Un grand sourire de satisfaction éclaire son visage.

_S_ Tu es si beau mon Julien, je suis absolument conquise par ta nouvelle attitude. Je t’aime.

_J_ Moooaaaa aussiiiii moooonnn Aaaamooouuur, jeeee t’aiiimmmeeee.

_S_ Merci juju. Relève toi mon Chéri, je vois que tu aimes toujours autant ma saveur, ce soir tu pourras te régaler directement à la source. Je ne sais pas pourquoi mais je commence à beaucoup apprécier ton nouveau statut.

_J_ Merci mon Amour, ton nectar est divin. Merci.

_S_ Tu vois juju, tu porte ton petit jouet moi je n’ai pas de culotte, on est à égalité. Ce soir on est très coquin tout les deux. Tu as même plus d’habits que moi. D’ailleurs, c’est plus joli, comme ça sans marque sous ma robe. Tu ne trouves pas?

_J_ Si, si, mon Amour, tu es vraiment magnifique. Cette robe te va très bien.

_S_ Je t’aime mon juju.

_J_ Moi aussi je t’aime STÉPHANIE.

Est-ce que elle réalise que je suis tendu dans ma prison comme jamais. Je suis super excité, elle n’a pas de culotte, on sort en ville. Il faudrait être aveugle pour ne pas remarquer qu’elle ne porte que sa robe et rien d’autre. Sur le moments, j’ai juste envie de lui arracher sa robe pour la prendre sauvagement en levrette. Je suis sur que beaucoup d’hommes vont avoir les même envies. Je ne ressens pas pourtant de jalousie, elle fait tout pour m’exciter, je suis sur qu’

elle va en exciter plus d’un.

Main dans la main on se regarde dans le miroir de l’entrée. Nous sommes beaux tous les deux, je suis avec la plus belle femme de l’univers, je suis si fier, si content d’être son mari, mais en même temps, j’ai du mal à me détendre, je me sens étrange, c’est la première fois que je vais rencontrer d’autres personnes avec une cage de chasteté sous mes habits. Devant la glace, je vois çankaya escort très bien la cage qui fait une bosse et l’on voit le pourtour du cadenas très clairement.

Pourtant on part en ville malgré mes inquiétudes, j’essaie de ne pas les montrer, STÉPHANIE est tellement heureuse, si sexy, je ne veux pas la contrarier. Elle est enjouée, durant tout le trajet elle parle de son travail qui va évoluer. Des opportunités qui vont arriver. Pas une seule fois elle a évoqué ma cage. Elle pose plusieurs fois sa main sur ma cuisse, comme d’habitude, mais là c’est différent. Ses caresses m’électrise, mon sexe grandit. Elle ne montre aucune réaction, je suis sur qu’elle a vu mon pantalon se tendre à chaque fois. La voiture garée, nous marchons quelques minutes, je sens à chaque pas le plastique frotter entre mes cuisses.

C’est un restaurant que je ne connais pas. La table réservée au nom de STÉPHANIE, est dans un coin discret de la salle.

La serveuse qui nous accueille est charmante, elle me détaille de la tête au pieds, un petit sourire se dessine sur son visage quand elle me regarde puis se tourne vers mon Épouse, elle ne va s’adresser qu’à elle toute la soirée. J’ai l’impression de ne pas exister. La serveuse complimente mon Epouse sur sa tenue, elle trouve même sa chaîne charmante avec ce curieux pendentif, qui pend librement à son cou.

_S_ C’est la clef de la…des plaisirs de mon amour.

Je ne sais plus où me mettre, je suis paralysé. La serveuse semble amusée, elle nous donne le menu, nous souhaite une bonne soirée et s’éloigne discrètement. Je n’ai pas osé la regarder. STÉPHANIE s’aperçoit de mon malaise.

_S_ Mon juju, je suis désolée, je n’ai pas vu que la clef était visible. Je comprends, tu n’es pas encore prêt à assumer. C’est tout nouveau pour toi. je suis désolée que tu sois un peu gêné, un peu à l’étroit. Tu es trop mignon quand tu fais cette tête. Je suis si fière d’être ta femme. Toi aussi tu dois être fiert, tu n’as pas à avoir honte. Bien au contraire, ta petite cage est une preuve extraordinaire de ton amour pour moi. Je t’aime.

_J_ Moi aussi mon Amour je t’aime, mais n’est pas facile de…

_S_ Tiens la serveuse reviens, ne t’inquiète pas, elle ne sait pas que tu portes une cage de chasteté. Tu veux lui dire où tu préfères que je lui dise?

_J_ S’il te plaît STÉPHANIE, non, c’est trop gênant.

_S_ Mon juju, rassure toi je ne vais rien lui dire, mais en même temps je suis sûre que tu es tout excité, au fond de toi, tu aimerais qu’elle le sache.

_J_ Merci, de ne rien dire, et oui, c’est vrai tu as raison, l’idée m’excite beaucoup.

_S_ C’est pour ça que je t’aime mon juju.

La serveuse semble ravie de nous servir, STÉPHANIE à confirmé que j’étais son ”juju”, elle s’appelle MARGOT, c’est une charmante jeune femme blonde d’une vingtaine d’années. Elle plaisante toutes les deux, elles ne parlent qu’entre elles, je suis exclu des débats. Mon Épouse choisit le menu pour nous deux sur les conseils de MARGOT. Je ne rêve pas, la serveuse drague ouvertement mon Épouse devant moi. Leurs échanges sont très troublants, ce ne sont qu’allusions équivoques et sous-entendu très sexualisés. La serveuse sait maintenant que ni mon Épouse ni moi ne portons de sous-vêtement. Elle a même invité STÉPHANIE à la rejoindre plus tard.

C’est surréaliste, est-ce que c’est ma cage qui sexualise tout? Je ne débande plus depuis que l’on est parti de la maison.

Le service est assez rapide, heureusement les plats et les vins sont délicieux. J’arrive enfin à me détendre. STÉPHANIE devient de plus en plus coquine. Nous sommes dans une petite alcôve, notre intimité est préservée, les autres clients sont loins. Elle me parle sans détour, elle apprécie beaucoup l’évolution de notre relation. Elle joue nonchalamment avec la clef tout en me parlant.

_S_ Juju, notre complicité devient plus grande de jour en jour. Ses dernières semaines, j’ai appris plus de choses sur toi que durant les sept années passées ensemble. Je te dois te faire des excuses.

_J_ Pourquoi veux-tu t’excuser mon Amour?

_S_ Julien, quand tu m’a parlé les premières fois de tes désirs de soumission, j’ai trouvé ça nul. Tu te souviens que je t’ai toujours dit que je ne veux pas d’un pas d’un homme faible. Je veux, j’ai besoin d’un homme fort, viril, qui prend des décisions, quelqu’un sur lequel je puisse m’appuyer, quelqu’un qui me soutienne. Je ne veux pas d’une carpette.

_J_ Mais je ne suis pas faible, je ne suis pas une lopette.

_S_ Je sais Julien. Tu es mon mec idéal, tu es très beau physiquement, tu es intelligent, ton humour me fait craquer. Tu as tout ce qu’il faut ou il faut, tu es un homme fort, et en plus tu es blindé de thunes.

je Je suis tombé amoureuse de toi, au premier regard. Oui tu le sais je t’aime depuis le lycée.

_J_ Moi aussi je t’aime STÉPHANIE, tu es la plus belle femme du monde, tu es parfaite.

_S_ Merci Julien, mais je te demande pardon, keçiören escort je ne t’ai pas fait confiance.

_J_ Mon Amour, ce n’était pas le moment, nous n’étions pas prêts tous les deux.

_S_ Julien, tu es toujours positif, je t’aime aussi pour ça. Mais je dois admettre que tu avais raison. Même avec un cage de chasteté, tu n’as rien perdu de ta force, tu es un homme puissant qui impose le respect, je vois le regard des autres, tu es toujours le mâle Alpha. Les femmes te désire et les autres hommes ont peur que tu leur pique leur femme.

_J_ Tu exagère mon Amour.

_S_ Non, pas du tout. Toi tu ne fais jamais attention à l’effet que tu provoques chez lez autres. Tu n’as même pas vu le regard de désir de la fille au bar et l’altitude possessive de son mec quand on est rentré dans le restaurant.

_J_ STÉPHANIE, tu me connais, tu sais que je m’en fou. J’ai toujours été dragué par plein de femmes et même des hommes, je ne suis pas intéressé. Tu es la seule.

_S_ Tu vas un peu vite, tu oublies tes collègues.

_J_ Ça n’a rien avoir avec les sentiments que j’ai pour toi, je t’aime.

La serveuse passe plusieurs fois nous voir, mon Épouse continue de parler de notre intimité alors que la serveuse est toute proche. Elle fait exprès d’utiliser des mots, comme Obéissance, chasteté, contrôle, soumis, pouvoir, femme dominante …. j’ai l’impression que la serveuse connaît tout de nôtre intimité, de notre mode de vie. Elle doit savoir que je porte une cage de chasteté, que je suis un mâle soumis. Elle a forcément entendue. Je deviens paranoïaque. C’est très troublant d’être excité par la situation. Mon sexe est de plus en plus à l’étroit. En plus mon Épouse m’allume comme jamais. Jusqu’à me demander l’impensable.

_S_ juju, tu serais un amour si tu venais me lécher, j’ai trop envie de jouir. Je n’ai pas de culotte, je vais tremper la chaise. Passe sous la table, la nape touche le sol. Tu es seras caché. S’il te plaît mon juju d’amour.

_P_ Là, maintenant, mais il y a du monde tout autour.

_S_ Ils sont loin, personne ne nous regarde, allez s’il te plaît, je suis au bord de l’orgasme. J’ai vraiment envie de ta langue magique.

_ J_ Mais comment fait on avec la serveuse, elle vient souvent.

_S_ Ne t’inquiète pas, j’en fais mon affaire. Allez, vas y, passe vite sous la table mon juju.

STÉPHANIE sait être persuasive, en même temps j’en ai très envie de lécher sa délicieuse chatte, depuis qu’elle a enlevé sa culotte. Ni une ni deux, je me faufile sous la table. Il fait sombre, ses jambes sont écartées en grand, elle a retroussé sa robe. J’ai un accès direct à son sexe. Son excitation est grande, elle sent le sexe, elle ruisselle. J’embrasse ses cuisses délicatement, j’approche ma bouche de sa chatte baveuse. Je lèche le bas de ses grandes lèvres, je remonte lentement la langue, j’effleure du bout de ma langue son clitoris. Elle tremble à ma caresse. Je la connais, je sais qu’elle est proche de l’orgasme. Je prends mon temps, je lèche ses grandes lèvres, enfonce ma langue au fond de son sexe, je bois son nectar. Descend plus bas, son petit trou s’ouvre sous ma langue. Je veux retarder au maximum sa jouissance, elle a avancé ses fesses au bord de la chaise, son petit trou sombre frémit,il avale mon doigts. Je remonte ma langue bien a plat, je la lape de bas en haut comme un chien. Son clitoris est très sensible, elle contracte tout son corps quand je passe ma langue. A un moment mon Épouse appuie sur ma tête, la voix de notre serveuse me ramène à la réalité. J’ai oublié que lèche mon Épouse dans un restaurant.

_M_ Le beau gosse n’est plus là, il est parti?

_S_ Non non, mon mari est toujours là, il est juste un peu occupé. Il voulait un dessert supplémentaire.

_M_ Quelque chose ne va pas Madame?

_S_ Tout est parfait, merci beaucoup,

La soirée est parfaite, le repaaas est très très booonnn. Mon mariii me permet de finiiiir d’une façooon parfaite notre délicieux repaaaaaas.

__ Oh!!! Bien, très bien, je vois, je vous laisse apprécier votre dessert, je vous apporte les cafés plus tard.

_S_ Ouiiiii, merciiiii.

J’ai fait exprès, dès l’arrivée de la serveuse, de m’occuper de son clitoris. Des légers mais rapides effleurements du bout de la langue, rendent la discussion difficile avec la serveuse. Mon pouce enfoncé dans sa chatte en même temps que mon majeur dans son cul, associés aux aspirations de mes lèvres sur son clito l’emmène inexorablement vers l’orgasme. Elle serre les jambes, appuie fortement sur ma tête, elle m’écrase le visage sur sa chatte.

_S_ Julien c’est trop bon, ne t’arrête pas, ouiiiiiii, continuuuuu, ouiiiiiiiiiiiii.

Sa jouissance éclatante ruisselle directement dans ma bouche. Je ne touche plus à son clito, j’avale son divin nectar. Quelques minutes plus tard, au moment ou je sors de dessous la table, le visage luisant du plaisir de mon Épouse, la serveuse dépose les cafés. Elle a le visage rieur, elle etimesgut escort ne semble pas du tout gênée ou perturbée. Elle regarde STÉPHANIE.

_M_ Avez-vous apprécié votre dessert?

_S_ Oh, oui beaucoup, comme tout le repas, merci beaucoup.

_M_ Merci à vous, la cliente est reine. Prenez votre temps, vous êtes les derniers clients.

En payant la note, la serveuse complimente encore mon Epouse pour sa beauté et me félicite pour mon attitude très respectueuse et dévouée. Je ne sais que répondre, c’est STÉPHANIE qui lui répond.

_S_ Merci beaucoup, mon petit juju est un homme très avenant et très obéissant, c’est un mari parfait.

_M_ Vous avez beaucoup de chance, j’aurais aimé être à sa place. Je suis sûre que votre pendentif y est pour quelque chose.

_S_ Merci, c’est vrai que c’est un petit jouet magique.

_M_ Bonne fin de soirée STÉPHANIE, à toi aussi juju, tu as bien de la chance.

_J_ Merci beaucoup Madame, bonne continuation. Au revoir.

Je suis abasourdi, la serveuse m’a vu sortir de dessous la table, elle sait pour la clef, elle a même félicité mon Épouse. Le restaurant est une étape supplémentaire de mon évolution, ma soumission s’accentue, la domination de mon Épouse s’affirme.

STÉPHANIE est heureuse, elle est fière de moi. Elle adore voir son beau mec “fidèle” à son bras. La balade en ville est un délice, on est un couple amoureux. Elle m’explique que la serveuse savait depuis le départ qui l’on était, c’est la fille d’une amie de PATRICIA, elle sait que je suis enfermé dans une cage de chasteté, elle sait pour le cuniligus, elle lui a même donné son numéro de téléphone.

Je réalise que je suis manipulé sans scrupules. Est-elle au courant pour l’entrepôt? Je suis surpris mais quand même très fier du plaisir que j’ai donné à mon Épouse. Je suis sur qu’elles ont prévu encore beaucoup de choses pour moi. C’est curieux mais, ne pas savoir ce qui va m’arriver m’excite encore plus.

Notre promenade se poursuit, ma libido est exacerbée, ma queue est très à l’étroit dans sa prison de plastique.

On parle de tout et de rien main dans la main. je ne sais pas si elle le fait exprès, mais STÉPHANIE ne parle plus de ma cage de chasteté, plus aucune allusion à ma soumission. Par contre, elle prend plusieurs fois la chaîne et la clef dans ses mains, joue avec, me regarde dans les yeux, me caresse avec une sensualité toride. Elle parle de tout sauf de l’utilité réelle de cet objet. La clef de ma cage trône comme un trophée à même sa peau entre ses seins. Je n’en parle pas non plus. Étrangement, la marche, à un effet sur mon érection. Je ne bande plus, j’oublie même que je porte ma cage de chasteté, elle ne me gêne plus quand je marche, mais j’angoisse toujours un peu quand on croise des gens. J’ai l’impression que tout le monde voit que je porte une cage de chasteté.

On se promène sans réel but, puis, elle décide d’aller prendre un verre dans son bar préféré. Elle est très heureuse, joyeuse, elle rayonne, tous les regards sont sur elle quand on pénétre dans le bar, je passe presque inaperçu. Elle salut beaucoup de connaissance, rigole, s’amuse, plusieurs hommes lui offre à boire, elle est dans son élément. Curieusement, je suis excité de la voir si belle, entourée et courtisée par autant de hommes. J’ai vu des caresses rapides, des effleurements, des mains posées sur ses hanches, sur le haut de ses fesses. Ils ont voulu vérifier, c’est sur, ils savent maintenant qu’elle n’a pas de culotte.

Elle est radieuse. Elle me présente à beaucoup de personnes comme étant son mari, son juju d’amour.

J’ai des craintes que quelqu’un aperçoive ma cage mais en même temps l’idée de partager mon secret m’excite.

STÉPHANIE me fait remarquer discrètement que personne n’est au courant pour ma cage, mais que tout le monde a vu la clef à son coup. Ma queue à cette évocation se tend instantanément.

_S_ Tu bande juju?

_J_ Oui mon Amour, enfin mon sexe essaie désespérément de prendre de l’ampleur. Mais je te rappelle que tu n’as pas de culotte mon Amour.

_S_ Et alors?

_J_ Tu as quand même senti les mains sur toi? Certains ne se sont pas gêné.

_S_ Et alors?

_J_ Alors rien, c’est juste que je suis…

_S_ Tu es quoi?

_J_ Euh!! Je suis troublé. Te voir allumer tous ces gens, leurs regards, ça m’excite.

_S_ Tu bandes?

_J_ Oui! Très très fort.

_S_ Tant mieux, celles qui regardent ton entrejambe vont voir ta grosse bosse, elles vont être jalouses. Tu sais que tu es beau Julien, très désirable, trop baisable, j’ai très envie de toi maintenant.

STÉPHANIE m’a dit tout ça en se frottant à moi comme une chatte en chaleur. Plusieurs personnes nous ont regardé nous embrasser, nous enlacer. J’ai vu des regards d’envie, tant féminins que masculin. Ma queue est à son maximum, c’est une délicieuse torture.

_S_ Tu as pu voir plusieurs personnes me toucher le dos, les hanches, les fesses, ils ont vérifié que je n’ai pas de culotte. J’adore faire bander tous ses mecs. Je pourrais me faire baiser par toutes les bites dures qu’il y a ici, sauf la tienne. Oups!! Je me sens si salope mon juju. Tu me donnes des ailes.

_J_ Tu es tellement sexy, si belle, tu veux t’amuser ce soir?

_S_ Mon chéri, merci, si tu savais comme j’ai envie d’une grosse bite au fond de ma chatte et de mon cul.

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My wife stroked the shaft of his cock, then leaned over and took the head in her mouth.

I watched. His name was Jonathan. He was a guy she had dinner with at Riviolies, a fancy restaurant in an upscale area of our city. Another time they met for drinks at the bar on the fiftieth floor of a tower downtown. He impressed her.

I’d never taken her to either of those places. My salary was more Applebees.

He drank whiskey. He bought her shots of Angel’s Envy after she’d drank her glass of Chardonnay. I smelled alcohol on her breath when she got home.

They laid together on top of the mattress covers. We were on the fourth floor of a hotel near the outer loop. She had her hair up in a bun. The only thing she wore were a pair of burgundy panties. Jonathan’s hand was down the front of them. I could see his knuckle rise and fall.

I’d met Jonathan downstairs at the bar for the first time. His hair was red and down to his shoulders, his face sunburned, his eyes blue. He wore a long sleeve white golf shirt. He had a long lithesome body- like a swimmer.

His penis was long too and thin. I didn’t see his penis at the bar but he struck me as the kind of guy who might have pulled off pulling it out for my wife and I to look at while we stood at the bar. Without being creepy.

He bought us all a shot of whiskey. He lined the shot glasses up side by side- three little soldiers. He took one, gestured to us to take one, raised his in the air and said, “To open doors.”

I didn’t know what he meant. I raised my glass then put it down on the bar still full of the amber fluid.

“You don’t like whiskey?” He asked.

“He doesn’t drink,” my wife said. “He’s sober.”

“Kind of,” I said, not feeling a need to explain my use of weed.

Elise clinked her shot glass with Jonathan. They drank. He sloshed half of my still full shot into Elise shot glass and his now empty shot glass.

They raised and clinked their glasses again and downed my whiskey.

Jonathan asked me why I wanted to watch him have sex with my wife.

I started to answer but he interrupted.

“What if I decided not to let you watch?”

I bet my face went pale. That would be terrible but I was not in a position where I could say that. I froze, then started to answer. I was going to say anything but the truth but Jonathan lightly punched me in the shoulder.

“No, no, ease up, partner, I’m just messing with you.”

I never answered his question. My wife stared out the window. She stood between us. Not with him. Not with me.

She was standing with two men who had designs on her vagina.

I’m sure that had been the case in her past because my wife is model-like pretty. Lots of men have thought about her lovely, tucked away, very symmetrical, neatly trimmed or sometimes waxed smooth vagina.

I often think about it.

Here’s a description of my wife: she is, as I said beautiful. I’m surprised she selected me. She’s tender, soft skinned, steady on her feet, sensitive, and though not easily disturbed, she’ll cry if moved to. She’s taller than you’d expect given her ancestry, and mostly slender, though she has a slight belly which she occasionally complains about. “I wish more fat would go to my butt rather than my stomach,” she’s said. She’s slender as I said, but with full hips that have born children and modest round breasts with small sensitive nipples. Her hair is brown and straight, her skin is slightly pale. And though we’re in our mid forties her smile has the childlike buoyancy of her nine year old self- it’s like morning sunlight after a rainy night. She is reserved and conservative in words, gesture and dress. And she’s very sexual though I’m not sure she likes thinking about herself like that. Not long after we’d met and I’d started kissing her neck to begin a second round of love making she’d said to me, as she parted her legs and moved my hand between them, ” I don’t think I’ve ever said no to sex.”

Despite that, she was leery of this cuckolding idea when I introduced it early in our relationship. She said more than once…”it could be fun.” But more than once after we’d done it with a couple of uninspiring men she said the only reason she did it was because it turned me on so much.

There were unsaid words I didn’t hear when she said that. I didn’t want to hear them. I wanted to be cuckolded, not a guy who wanted to be cuckolded but never had been. So I countered by saying, “I never want you to do it unless you really want to.” This got me off the hook. This gave her an out that she’d never take.

I started this story with a description of her putting Jonathan’s penis in her mouth.

I started Eryaman Rus Escort there because the night before this event she had written Jonathan and told him that she:

DID NOT DO ORAL SEX.

“He knows,” she told me sitting in a booth at our favorite Taiwan restaurant that night, “I wrote him and told him that I don’t do oral. Or anal.”

She added that second part just so I could hear it for the 19th time. No anal.

An aside: She told me not long after we met that she had a small anus. Anal sex was out.

“How do you know you have a small anus,” I asked. “Who told you that?” I tried to sound as if I was up on this kind of thing and would be able to provide relevant information.

“My doctor,” she said.

The conversation went further but I won’t share the slightly involved history of my wife’s small anus other than to say there is a history. The main point I wanted to make was that she’d been very clear that oral sex or blowjobs were off limits to Jonathan.

But there she was in her burgundy panties taking the head of Jonathan’s long thin penis in her mouth.

Here’s what happened: They were on the king sized bed when she stopped kissing him, rolled onto her side, scooted down, gripped his shaft with her left hand, stroked it up and down a few times and then, with the briefest of hesitancy, took the head of his penis in her mouth. I was six feet away cuffed to the desk chair.

There were reasons why oral sex was off limits. One was because it would lead to my wife having to swallow semen. This idea was as gross (her word) to her now as it was when her high school boyfriend tried to get her to swallow his.

The second reason oral sex was off limits was because not only does my wife have a small anus but she also has a small mouth. A dentist told her that. When I learned this, knowing what I knew about her small anus I got to wondering if all her openings were undersized.

No.

Her vagina, which comes up a lot in this story seems to be in the normal range as evidenced by the fact that she had had a lot of sexual partners before we met. More than the average women but not a lot more.

It was Jonathan’s idea that I be cuffed to a chair in the hotel room. He brought it up at the bar. When he did my wife blushed making me think it was something she’d brought up with him. They drank a lot together. I think she liked the idea of having a drinking buddy who was a man.

Anyway Jonathan led me up to the hotel room by himself, cuffed me to the desk chair, and then left to get my wife.

Before he left he stopped in the doorway and walked back to me with his eyebrows raised.

“I really enjoy your wife’s company, a lot. Are you really okay with me having sex with her?”

I said, “yes,” very clearly and with a sound of confidence, as if I was definitely sure.

The moment they came through the hotel room door they were kissing. I watched from 20 feet but to them I might have been on the moon. They locked onto one another, ground their pelvises, bellies, and chests together. Elise pulled back and reached for the bulge in his pants. She is always the first to reach for the genitals. She very rarely initiates sex but she advances the action once it’s begun.

She once told me that she has trouble saying no.

“I have a slippery slope,” she said, “Once I slip, I go.” She didn’t laugh when she first told me this. It wasn’t amusing to her like you might think. It might have been a personal trait that caused her unnecessary heartache. She told me one story about how she’d stayed with a man for three years because she liked the sex and not much else about him. For a person with a vagina and a lot of desire, it’s not easy to be real.

From the entryway Jonathan and my wife made their way to the bed and fell on it embracing. They fell as one. They pulled off pieces of clothing in between kisses and caresses except, as I mentioned Elise kept her burgundy panties on.

After a time my wife slid down and did what she said she wouldn’t do: she took the head of Jonathan’s dick in her mouth.

You may want to hear why I think my wife broke her own rule. Here’s the list:

A) Her slippery slope

B) She knew it would be humiliating for me and she knows sexual humiliation is one of my things.

C) The real reason:

Before she written to Jonathan saying she WOULD NOT DO ORAL SEX he had written to her.

He had written this sentence which she’d showed me: “I think it’d be good for your husband to see you swallow a load of my cum.”

As much as she was grossed out about the idea of swallowing semen Sincan Rus Escort she was amused by this. She liked Jonathan’s bravado. She opened his email and handed me her phone.

“Read the last sentence,” she said and then laughed.

“I think it’d be good for your husband to see you swallow a load of my cum.”

She looked up at me with Jonathan’s penis in her mouth then pulled it out and said,

“Nick, tell Jonathan the last time I sucked your cock.”

I was silent.

“Tell him,” she coaxed. She was smiling that effervescent, life giving smile despite the saliva that made her chin glisten.

I hesitated.

“Tell him,” she insisted.

“She’s never sucked my cock.”

“Never,” she repeated… turning to Jonathan.

“So if he cums in my mouth it will be something I’ve not done with you, right?”

“Right,” I said.

“Why do you think I’d do that?”

I squirmed. My wife can be rough but this was beyond her normal, brief I’m-indulging-your-need to be sexually humiliated comment. She was rolling.

I said. “I don’t know why you’d do that. You don’t like it.”

“Right. I don’t like it and I won’t do with you. Why?”

I said, “I said I don’t know.”

“You should know,” she said. “I’m your wife.”

She spoke like she was in a porn video, her lips slick and puffy, holding a cock, with a slight snarl to her tone. But she doesn’t watch porn videos. So where that voice comes from I don’t know. But it comes and there’s something natural and true that sticks me with erotic joy.

She resumed sucking. She took his balls in her hand, squeezed and massaged them. Jonathan lifted his hips, pushed himself into her mouth. She backed off, sucking just the head.

I leaned forward. Her small mouth contained him. For a time, she pulled back, used just her tongue, licking, like a lollipop, then tickling his slit with the tip. Back down she went with her lips over the head. She sealed the head. Then let it pop out of her mouth while she stroked his shaft, up and down, up and down. (She became musical. Her tongue the melody. Her lips the harmony. Her body the rhythm.)

I saw the pulse start at the base of his penis. He groaned and thrust. Her small mouth stayed put. She had the whole head of his organ in her mouth. I didn’t see her swallow. I didn’t see her throat expand and contract.

She rose and beckoned me with a crooked finger. She sat up on her knees, her mouth closed, her lower chin out, carrying him.

Again she beckoned me with her finger.

“I can’t,” I said by raising my eyebrows helplessly and showing that my hands were cuffed to the chair.

She laughed with a slight gurgle catching some on her fingertip. She kept her jawline straight, slipped to the edge of the bed, stood, took three steps and put her lips to mine, opened her mouth and kissed me.

She didn’t kiss me.

What she did was spit him into my mouth. She spit a good sized glob of his semen into my mouth. Then she kissed me. A little peck. A nothing of a kiss.

“Swallow,” she said, turning back to Jonathan and falling girl like on his chest, “that was a lot.”

When she turned back and looked up at me she grinned. She grinned that star-bursting bright smile of hers as she fell back laying against Jonathan’s quieted body.

They laid side by side on their backs slightly propped up on pillows. Jonathan had his had cupped over her vagina on the outside of her burgundy panties. She plucked at hairs on his chest.

“Do you like the taste of another man?”

She asked me.

I said, “No.”

“Good,” she said. “Better you swallow than I do.”

There was a long pause. Less long than I’m sure I imagined. For me, the few times I’ve been tied down, time lengthens.

I thought she’d be ready to leave. I was ready to leave. I was impatient. I say this even though I didn’t get off. I wanted to go. I wanted to take my wife’s hand and walk with her to the elevator with the smug satisfaction people have when they’ve just had a moment of having their cake and eating it too.

I wanted her back. This is problem with the whole cuckolding thing. Unconsciously I think my wife is mine. I mean that. Something deep inside me mistakenly believes I have a claim to my wife as if she were my child or my slave. I had the perfect right to say to her, “okay that’s enough, stand up, get dressed and let’s go, you’re going to walk with me hand in hand to the elevator and we’re getting in my car and driving home together. From this point on Jonathan is a nonentity because I own you and decide who and when you you will fuck which is mostly Etlik Rus Escort me unless I want you to fuck someone else.”

My cuckold fantasy is trying to inform me that my unconscious possessiveness is errant. I don’t own my wife. Seeing her take the head of Jonathan’s long thin penis in her mouth should make that clear. But it doesn’t. Yes the fantasy stiffens my cock. But it doesn’t undue my claim.

What happened after Elise finished her blow job and spit Jonathan’s semen in my mouth was that I remained cuffed to the chair. I watched them kiss. This stiffened me. I forgot about my claim.

I had a brief hope that I’d get a glimpse of my wife’s vagina. I thought Jonathan was going to remove her burgundy panties.

And when he didn’t I went back in my mind to the first weeks of our relationship when she’d just got waxed and was showing me. I lay between her legs mesmerized by her perfect female organ. I’d seen a fair number of vaginas in real life before I’d met her, and thousands in porn videos. Hers was perfect. I guess I just decided that. There’s no standard as far as I know so I think the idea came to me in that moment when I had time to quietly gaze upon her vulva knowing I was going to have to keep my distance. I don’t think it’s right to say you’d marry a woman because she has a perfect vagina but I might have done that.

They continued kissing. The night wasn’t over. Not for them. Jonathan was in a refractory period and Elise was letting her body restore his need to cum again. She can do that to me with a smile. They had unfinished business and I was an obstacle to finishing.

I once had a girlfriend I was with at a bar who ran into a coworker. She had had a thing for him before she started with me. I knew about him. They’d been lovers. The serendipitous meeting in the bar triggered a solar flare of concupiscence. I became a non entity.

I drove myself home that night but before I left I leaned against the bar and watched them play pool. Their flirtatious caresses upset my stomach. He could have unsnapped her jeans, yanked them off thrown her legs over his shoulders while he took her on the pool table in front of everyone. A man and a woman can portal into their own reality. They can rev up the y energy so high between them that the rest of the world becomes a blur. I’ve seen it. I saw it that night. I was seeing it tonight. My wife and Jonathan had a portal open. I was blocking the way.

Jonathan uncuffed me. His long now soft penis waggled about near my face.

“You didn’t get too hard did you?” He said glancing at my mostly flaccid state.

“I want you to get dressed and go downstairs.”

My wife closed the bathroom door to use the toilet as I dressed. After a long time I could hear her tinkle. I waited to hear the toilet flush and for the door to come open and for her to come out and kiss me goodbye. That didn’t happen.

Jonathan, standing in front of me naked, cocked his head in question. “Aren’t you going to leave?”

I walked in circles around the rooms on the first floor checking my phone every two or three minutes.

More than once I encountered Mona, delivering trays with dishes of food covered with plastic tops and returning empty trays that had been left on the hallway floor outside of rooms.

When we almost ran into each turning a corner she stopped, smiled and said, “Hi.”

It was the opening I needed.

I spoke quickly pouring out my words.

“My wife’s with her boyfriend in a room on the 4th floor. He told me to come downstairs and wait. So I’m walking. Waiting. Have you ever waited for someone who’s doing it? I’m waiting for her. I wish I was there. Do you do room service? I walk when I’m nervous.”

“No ingles,” she said.

I smiled at her, grateful for the moment. Though she was a pretty dark haired woman with piercing brown eyes, and hips every bit as baby giving as my wife’s, there was room for only one vagina in my heart.

At one point my wife texted that she was on her way down.

The tension abated immediately. The world fit back together. She was coming home. I could make my claim.

In that moment I realized my body had been aware that that was not a given. Some women never return. If a portal presents itself they take it because they need variety. Some women can not spend their lives with just one man.

My point is this; The sad truth about a cuckold like myself is that I only realize how whole my wife makes me when she’s gone and might not return.

Elise once left a yellow sticky note on my underwear in my underwear drawer that said, “I could use a new pair of panties.” At lunchtime I rushed off to Dillard’s and spent thirty minutes sorting through hundreds of choices. I picked out that burgundy pair.

Whatever happens to us. I’ll have this moment. She cuckolded me. I asked for it. It was terrible. She did and I’ll want her to do it again.

I hurried to her. We hugged or I hugged her.

“Did you do it?” I asked.

“That’s what happened,” she said.

END

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Standard disclaimer: this story is a very over the top work of fantasy, and it contains extreme humiliation, blackmail, and unsafe, non-consensual sex practices. If that’s not your thing, please don’t read it. Otherwise, enjoy!

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This strange new state of affairs continued. Everyday I would report to the gym, strip to my jockstrap, and Cliff, my self-appointed personal trainer, would put me through a gruelling workout with my bare ass on display. Men knew to watch, and many of my workouts were photographed and recorded. I eventually found videos and photos of myself online, “jockstrap public workout.” My exposure was now immortalized.

Often Cliff’s friend Hal, who had led the assault on my nuts in the locker room, would watch while discreetly stroking himself in his shorts. He would then take me back to the locker room for a butt-fucking and a ball-beating . Though Cliff was aware of these sessions he never took part himself, content to get his kicks by forcing me to work out bare ass naked and bossing me around on the gym floor. Nonetheless Hal had his way with me about once a week or so, which meant on a weekly basis I had to gingerly step back into my underwear and suit, then hobble back to the office, reminded with each step of the swollen agony of my shattered balls. “Leg day?” A colleague might ask, seeing me limp.

At work I was becoming more and more of a wilting violet. Distracted, embarrassed, paranoid that the other men knew what was up. Steve Kennedy, my boss, continued to tease me and joke that I was a chronically addicted masturbator, and I just pathetically went along with it, feeling unable to speak up for myself when the truth was so much worse. More and more Mel would pull me out of work in the middle of the day to have this way with me.

One lunch break he caught me leaving the court house and forced me with him, not telling him where we were headed. He led me to a rundown movie theater, one of the last sleazy old porno theaters in the city. A smirking, oily looking old clerk winked at me at Mel, who slapped my back, gesturing at me to pay for our tickets. In a place like this, two men in suits with about three decades between them had to stick out. I meekly avoided the man’s amused gaze. It knew it was apparent that I was Mel’s bitch.

“Enjoy the show, gentleman.” He said with a smirk, his voice a mocking sing-song. Mel collared my neck with his big hand, forcing me inside. The man’s raspy laughter followed me through the double doors.

We were the only two people in the darkened theater. Mel produced a bottle of whiskey from his brief case and had me take several long draws. Soon my head was spinning. The film was a nasty cuckold ganging – both the hotwife and the cuckold were getting reamed out by a group of men.

I looked over and saw that Mel had his cock out of his pants and was openly masturbating. I watched is rough hand pump it up and down – as always his penis had the power to mesmerize me completely.

“Come on. Sit on Daddy’s lap.” He beckoned me to him. I sat up and moved onto his seat with him, lowering my hips to sit upon his lap. His hands went to my belt, swiftly opening it and then unbuckling my pants. He pulled my suit pants down to my ankles, then kicked my dress shoes off my feet with his. Next my underwear was at my ankles, stomped on by his shoe and off my legs. He even leaned down and yanked both my socks off my feet, tossing them carelessly several rows in front of us. I heard my phone and keys clatter on to the floor.

The sticky concrete floor felt revolting against my bare feet – my soles crunched over cigarette butts and a syrupy film I could tell was a layer of dozens of men’s semen, spilled carelessly on the floor. At his direction I stepped my bare feet down on to his dress shoes, my legs over his. A perverse thought bloomed in my mind, that this was how I used to sit only my father’s laps when I was a little boy, lap o this lap, legs on his legs, and my dainty feet atop his. And soon enough I was on Daddy’s lap, his big cocked poised to pierce deep in me. He hocked a loogie in his hand and rubbed it between my cheeks.

I yelped as he forced me down on him. His huge gnarled key unlocking me as always, as he squeezed my waist. Inch by inch, me huffing and puffing to try to outrace the pain, until his mighty rod was firmly entrenched in my guts. I planted my heels on his shoes, bottoming out.

At this point, the foreign invasion of his cock in my guts was something I could handle, and shamefully, very much enjoyed. I grunted, pleased with the enormous pressure of it so deep and thick inside me. Looked down between my naked legs, and saw that my pecker was hard, bursting up from out of my smooth-shaven crotch. I rocked my backside back and forth, grinding into his crotch, so that his impaled rod could better stimulate my package. I looked around the theater and noticed that a couple of men had entered the theater. They were watching me get sodomized, their shoulders jerking furiously as they openly beat Demetevler Escort off.

I felt ridiculous, pantsless in this scummy theater, naked from the waist down. Mel was apparently dissatisfied with my level of undress as he fucked me, and in one motion ripped open my dress shirt, popping all of the buttons off at once. He squeezed my waist, then grabbed the neck of my undershirt, pulled down, and ripped the front half of the shirt off completely. My bare belly and chest was now exposed to his rough, greedy hands, which quickly attacked my nipples. I tried to stifle my moans as he played with my tits and kneaded my stomach, bouncing up and down on his lap eagerly. He cackled in my ear, delighted by the aphrodisiac effect his abuse of my nipples had on me.

For about thirty minutes, the old bull rocked me back and forth on his lap, staying as hard as stone. The stamina of this man always blew me away. I leaned my head back on his shoulder while his tongue assaulted my ear and neck, lapping and chewing. I closed my eyes and thought of how back when I had been a man and used my cock as my primary sexual organ, I could never last in a pussy past the six minute mark. Yet here this old, out of shape man had the endurance and skills of a master cocksman. His thick, rigid cock sawing against my prostate had me singing with pleasure.

I looked to my left. Three strangers in the dark had gathered, masturbating while watching my public defilement. Their cocks were nowhere near the size of Mel’s but still drew my rapt gaze. The filthiness of being masturbated over, the violation of it, turned me on even more.

Mel had me perch myself over him in a four point stance, my feet now on his suited knees and my hands gripping the backs of the seats in front of us. It was from this precarious spot that he brought it home, bucking his hips wildly and groaning like a boar as he sodomized me to completion. He held my hips tight against his groin as I felt his prick pulsing, alive, once again spewing its steaming seed in my guts. I whimpered as I tried to keep my balance, my hand reaching onto his thigh, which was slick witt sweat.

Mel kept growling in my ear as he came, grabbing me in a tight embrace, holding my knees and together so that I was balled up over his lap. Completely in his arms atop him, helps. He then lowered his mouth and sank his teeth into my neck below my ear, biting down painfully. Below me his hips kept bucking up, pumping his cock into me. He kept his fangs on my neck like a a dog holding his mate in place while he rutted. He sucked as he bit down painfully, and I knew from experience that he was bestowing an enormous hickey upon the back of my neck.

When all was said and done, he pushed me off of him and I tumbled down onto the floor. I scrambled on to my hands and knees, finding my keys, phone and wallet that had fallen beneath the seats.

“Can we come on him?” They hissed at Mel for permission.

“Knock yourselves out.” He said with amusement.

A man’s hand pushed on my suited shoulder, keeping me on my knees. Three hairy crotches crowded into view, their pants pulled own to their thighs. In the blue light of the projector their bobbing, vein-covered erect cocks and wrinkly ball socks seemed alien, monstrous as they surrounded me. One man’s cockhead batted onto my cheek as he tossed himself off.

The men shuffled a bit and a thin, uncut cock stepped right in front of me, illuminated by the movie screen. His legs straddled me, and his hand pumped it a few times before it blasted on my face and neck. Four strands of thick spooge splattered all over me, then he dried off his dickhead and hanging foreskin on the top of my head, wiping the last driblets of fizz into my hair.

Another man stepped forward, he was quite short and skinny, his hairy crotch at my chest level despite my being on my knees. He stroked off his little boner and ejaculated all over my suit and face. Two more men shot their loads, both overweight with round, hairy bellies and stout pricks, aiming squarely for my face. Mel laughed cruelly from behind me as my suit jacket, as well as my hair, face, neck and bare chest was doused with the stranger’s semen.

I wiped the jazz from my eyes, my vision blinded by the stinging seemed. The men walked away as I got down on all fours, trying to recover my belongings from the floor.

Mel watched me dress – all he needed to do was put his cock away. He then snapped his fingers to hurry me, then grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet.

“Mel, please, let me use the bathroom, I have to clean up, I have to go back to court.” I whinged with panic, realizing the mean old bastard intended to force me out of the theater in this state.

“”No boy, I want my seed to stay in your pussy. What the fuck do I care if it’s leaking down your leg? I want my hormones in you. Remember, we’re still trying to get you pregnant.” He yanked me by my ear once my pants were on, then pushed Otele gelen escort me up the aisle to the exit, kicking my well-fucked butt back into the lobby.

I was dragged out of the theater, half-dressed and disheveled, a wet spot on the seat of my pants. I squinted in the harsh light of the afternoon, buzzed from the half bottle of whiskey he had forced us to share. As I he pulled me from the theater, I saw myself in the reflective windows of a neighboring shop. I looked completely ridiculous. I had my shoes on but no socks, my bare ankles exposed beneath my pant legs and above my untied shoes. Worse I was bare-chested – I was wearing a suit coat but my dress shirt and undershirt had both been torn open, exposing my cum-splattered bare chest and belly. My suit coat, once navy blue, was now striped with robes of what was clearly drying cum. The pants were likewise stained with scum – I knew the whole thing was ruined. Mel had let the strange men turn my $600 dollar suit into a cum rag. My eyes were red from getting jizz in them, and my hair was caked with semen. The side of my neck, just below my ears was a huge, saliva-soaked purple bruise, a clear bite-mark. The telltale placement of the hickey notified made it clear that I had been butt-fucked, further evidenced by the cum-soaked stain at the seat of my pants.

Men on their lunch break guffawed at my disgrace, elbowing each other, pointing me out. Again Mel had made a spectacle of me. A sneering businessman stepped in front of me, making no attempt to hide that he was taking my photo. I just lowered my head in shame as I texted a colleague to cover my case, feigning that I was sick. I walked home in a daze, and the doormen at my building even shook his head at the sight of me.

My frequent and abrupt absences began to have consequences at work.

Steve Kennedy, the partner I worked for, was mostly content to continue to razz me more and more about what he steadfastly believed was a compulsive masturbation habit. Every interaction I had with him, he found a way to crack some off collar remark about me choking the chicken or make some obscene gesture. He was fond of sending me cheesy jokes in emails as well, vulgar little cartoons or limericks about jacking off. Eventually though he began to have me pair up with other attorneys. Without officially saying it, I was being demoted.

“Petey, Bob’s gonna take the lead on this one. You help him out with whatever he needs.” He proclaimed, not even looking up from his phone at me.

I was so distracted by Mel’s torment of me that I could have accepted this new humiliation. But Bob Huston was my least favorite colleague – it wouldn’t have been a stretch to call him an enemy. I had always been perfectly friendly with him, but since he joined the firm a year ago he had decided he resented me. This was clearly because at about 50 years old he was around 18 years my senior, but I technically outranked him due to my seniority.

Bob always just seemed like a miserable prick to me. Divorced, heavy drinker and smoker, overweight, receding hair line, just an unpleasant slob. He made no attempt to hide that he loathed being dictated to by “some snot nose brat who was still wet behind the ears.” Outside of the grumbled comments about me having only been recently potty-trained or weaned off my mother’s tit, he had mostly swallowed his contempt.

But Mel’s impact on me had made me meeker, and Bob had picked up on this. In these last few weeks, Bob had been emboldened, openly mocking me any chance he got and pushing me around.

Once Steve had started in with the chronic jack-off talk, Bob eagerly piled on, claiming he had heard me stroking it behind the stall door in the bathroom, and had even walked in on me a couple of times in my office with my trousers at my ankles, “pecker in hand.” He also had a recurring gag where he would sniff around me theatrically and announce that he smelled the unmistakeable smell of jizz. Mel had turned me into too much of a wimp to even stick up for myself. I just laughed along at these, essentially ceding the fact that I did smell like cum, or that Bob had caught me, pecker in hand.

But aside from the jack off jokes, Bob had begun to engage in a behavior that I could recognize as “domming” me. And due to Mel’s conditioning of me, I was pathetically receptive to it. During meetings in the conference room, he would be sure to sit next to me. Then mid-meeting, he would drop a pen or pad from the table, and order me to pick it up for him.

“Hey kid, reach down and pick that up for me.” Without protest I would lean under the table and grab the item, which was invariably between his legs, and around his big dress shoes. It was degrading enough to have to root around this man’s feet as the other men at the table snickered. But then he would pile on.

“Hey kid, while you’re down there, do me a favor and…” He would let the innuendo trail off, but when back above the table he would wink Balgat Escort or even make a blow job gesture, his fist near his mouth and his cheek bulged.

This would send the men, including Steve Kennedy, into hysterics. Now I wasn’t just being branded as a compulsive jerk-off addict, but a cocksucker too.

So when our boss announced that Bob would be supervising me on a project, a client I had handled on my own just three months ago, my face dropped while his beamed, adopting a true shit-eating grin. He actually grabbed me to his side and I just flinched, letting myself get manhandled.

“Don’t worry Steve. The kid’ll be in real good hands.” Bob crowed triumphantly, clamping his hadn’t down on my shoulder and squeezing it roughly.

“Kid! Get your little butt to the conference room and start putting the files together. That seems about your speed.” He sent me on my way, his hand releasing my shoulder only to deliver a stinging, thunderous crack against my backside. I just shuffled off, having been spanked by my work rival and sent to do menial grunt work.

With our boss’s blessing, Bob turned me into his lackey. Pretty soon I was getting his coffee, taking his lunch order, he even sent me to get his dry cleaning. I would just lower my head and nod at each increasingly degrading demand.

Bob had a way of communicating his demands that were degrading in of itself. He would snap in my face to command my attention, and took to exclusively calling me “kid” or “kiddo.” He would send me emails that just said “my office” in the subject line and “now,” in the body. He really liked throwing his weight around and I just accepted it. It was one such brusquely demanding email that send me scurrying to his office like a well-trained dog.

“Close the door.” He ordered, not looking away from his computer screen. He finished doing whatever he was doing, taking his time, making me stand there self-consciously like a dolt. I watched him as he worked. His large hands and long fingers typing away. His receding curly brown hair, gray at the edges. His big broad face and the glasses he wore. Finally he looked up, smiling at me maliciously.

“Kid, I’ve found a job I think even you can handle. My shoes need a good shine.” Bob smirked at me, gesturing to an old-fashioned shoe shine kit on his desk. I hesitated, feeling my face go red before I answered. As with all of his other demands, I felt completely incapable of refusing him.

“Ok, sure thing. Where are the shoes?” I asked, expecting to at least be able to do this in the privacy of my office.

“Where do you think they are, dumbass?” Bob snapped his fingers, pointing down beneath his desk. I walked around to see him pointing at the large pair of black florscheims on his feet. He wanted me to shine his shoes while he wore them, me kneeling down like a shoe shine boy at the train station.

I did just that, getting down on my knees and getting to work. Bob had big feet. I first cleaned off the dust and dirt from them, then applied the polish. I used the different brushes and rags in the kit make his old pair of shoes look like new. I felt compelled to do as good a job as possible, to please this man who hated me.

Bob had me toiling for him for about 20 minutes. He made a few calls during my job, ignoring me as I served him. It felt strange being so physically close to a man I had such a bad relationship with. Acquainting myself with his strong smell. I was often between his beg legs as I worked. I had the added benefit of getting a view of his ample crotch. He filled his suit pants well, and I knew with a strange pang of jealously and lust that Bob Huston was a well hung man.

“Don’t forget the spit shine finish.” And he welled up a big wad of salvia in his mouth and spit it down on to his shoes, the strand of it passing just inches from my face. I sighed with resignation and got back to work.

“Good job, kid. I knew you were born to shine men’s shoes.” He gloated, patting my head and messing my hair up before kicking me out of his office.

It was that evening while ordering dinner, pulling a late night, that Bob revealed just how much he knew about me.

“How about some peach pie, kiddo? I hear that’s your favorite.” The middle-aged man was leaning back in his chair, his feet propped up on the table cockily. I stood before him. He grinned at me cockily, then licked his lips.

“Yeah, sweet peach pie, right? I noticed you’ve spending a lot of time with Melvin Krimholz, that slimy old bastard. Going around with him. What’s up with that, kid?” My throat went dry.

“We’re just… friends.” I mumbled weakly. Bob laughed and slapped the table, ignoring my ineffectual excuse.

“Horseshit. You sure don’t look like friends, when I see you two together. That old shark’s all smiles, but you always look nervous as hell. Like he’s got something over you.” He kept going, beaming at me evilly.

“Plus he’s got his hands all over you in court. I even saw him squeeze your ass! And you just let it happen. Almost like you’re… more than friends?” The conference room was thick with his smirking innuendo, and I felt my heart pound and my face redden further. All those times Mel had messed with me, harassed me, took liberties pushed the limit in a public place. I was always terrified someone had been watching it, paying attention. And someone had.

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Thomas woke up feeling surprisingly good. He showered and dressed, taking extra care with his appearance, and headed down to the cafeteria for breakfast. As he was getting his coffee, he spotted Keith at a nearby table and went to say hello.

“Hey man, how are you holding up?” Keith asks, looking genuinely concerned.

Thomas smiles. “Actually, I’m doing pretty well today. I think I just needed to get it all out of my system last night.”

“Good to hear,” Keith says. “Hey, listen, I’m going to a party tonight and I think you should come. It’ll be a good distraction from everything.”

Thomas considers for a moment. He’s not really in the mood for a party, but he knows Keith means well. “Sure, why not? Thanks for inviting me.”

“Great!” Keith says, clapping him on the back. “It’s going to be a good time. I’ll text you the details later.”

Thomas finishes his breakfast and heads off to class, feeling oddly optimistic about the day ahead. Maybe things aren’t so bad after all.

After breakfast, Thomas heads straight to David’s office. He needs to talk to him about what happened between them.

David tells Thomas that what happened between them was a mistake and that they cannot be together because he is his professor. Thomas is disappointed but disagrees, thinking that what they shared was special. David suggests they continue the conversation at his home later that afternoon, as it’s not appropriate to discuss their relationship at school.

Thomas agrees and they exchange a few more words before David heads out of his office. Thomas remains sitting in the chair for a few more minutes, thinking about what David said. He can’t believe that he might not see him again. Eventually, he gathers his thoughts and leaves the building.

Later that day, Thomas arrives at David’s home. They sit down in the living room, and David reiterates that they can’t be together because it’s against school policy for a professor to have a relationship with a student. Thomas is heartbroken but understands that David is only trying to do what’s best for both of them.

“But it was so good, you can’t tell me it wasn’t!” said Thomas.

“No it was … but that’s not the point.” said David firmly.

Thomas went for the kiss, and David kissed back. Their tongues touched, Thomas closed his eyes as he felt that feeling he got whenever a guy kissed him like this. He liked it so much! He started pushing himself into David, and suddenly David’s hands were sliding down his sides to grip his hips, holding him tightly against him. The more Thomas ground against him, the more intense the kiss became. It was crazy how amazing it felt having another man just completely kissing you like this. But Thomas knew he couldn’t stop. Not yet. This wasn’t enough.

“Fuck …” whispered David. “One last time, to say good bye and after this is over.”

Thomas pushed himself even harder against David, grinding his cock into him with every movement. Then, out of nowhere, his hands shot up to wrap around the back of David’s head, keeping him from breaking off their kiss. When Thomas’ mouth parted slightly, he sucked in an open-mouthed breath, pressing forward and closing his lips firmly on the spot where they’d connected. He tasted him there. A feeling of wanting more, Thomas unbuttoned David’s pants and began pulling them off, his own fingers finding the elastic band and slipping inside. Without letting go of David, Thomas began pulling on his boxer briefs, pulling them all the way off. Now he could feel the warm skin underneath. He pulled his hands away from David’s body, his finger nails scratching softly across his hip bone. Then, looking into David’s eyes, Thomas pushed one hand between them, pushing his fingertips onto the smooth skin beneath the black boxers. He removed them and brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply. His eyes drifted shut, taking in the strong scent of David’s arousal, and that sudden longing to have it. He reached for David’s bare skin again, stroking lightly over the firm muscles. He took a hold of David’s magnificient penis and lowered his lips down on the tip, licking at the soft underside. Then he flicked his tongue over it, sending shivers through David. That was when Thomas let out a loud moan. Which made David want him even more. He slid his hand up from behind Thomas’ shoulder, caressing the hard muscle beneath the tee shirt. Then, he wrapped both arms around Thomas’ shoulders, tightening his grip. And as Thomas continued sucking at David’s cock, biting the flesh below the foreskin, running his tongue around the bulbous head, tasting the pre-cum, tasting himself on the tip of David’s dick, pulling it gently into his throat…well, things happened pretty quickly after that. Thomas just kept working his mouth down on David’s dick, using his saliva to lubricate it before plunging his mouth deeper onto it, forcing it further down his throat. It wasn’t long until David’s legs started shaking, his balls bouncing wildly as he tried to pull Thomas eryaman escort off him.

“Stop!” David said, “I need more.”

And as he said this, he grabbed Thomas and turned him around, pushing him up against the wall. They still had clothes on. It would look really weird if someone walked by right now. So why not take advantage of the situation? David grabbed his own erection and moved behind Thomas, his hand wrapping around the base. Thomas didn’t say anything; he simply nodded, trusting David’s hands to guide him. Then, without saying a word, he leaned back, pressing his ass into David’s thrusting hips. With his free hand, he gripped David’s bicep, keeping him in place as he continued rubbing his chest against him. Soon, David was grunting, squeezing his hand tighter on Thomas’ shaft. His other hand rested lightly on Thomas’ ass, kneading it gently. In no time, David was holding Thomas up against the wall, thrusting in rhythmically, dragging his hard cock into Thomas’ muscled ass. It felt good. And Thomas loved it. He was very aware of his teacher behind him, breathing heavily as his teacher fucked him. Thomas started to close his eyes, imagining David’s face behind him, feeling the air brushing his skin. Just then, he felt a pair of fingers slide up his butt, grabbing his hole and spreading it wide apart so that he could fuck him even harder.

Before long, David was changing Thomas’ position on the wall, lifting him up so that his feet were off the ground, while his ass was still being filled by the man who Thomas found incredibly sexy. He pressed him against the wall, leaning back so that he was facing him. So he could watch him in the eye, while he inserted all of himself inside of him. But that was too much for David and he started shooting jets of cum deep into his ass.

David stopped moving, sinking his hips fully inside Thomas, holding him tight. They stayed locked together, with David’s entire length buried inside him, only his pulsating glans making contact with Thomas’ cock. He hadn’t cum yet, and David wasn’t finished with him yet. He got down on the floor, facing Thomas really hard cock and took it in his mouth. David went straight to work, swirling his tongue around the head and going deep inside, swallowing the thick column of Thomas’ hot, throbbing member. He stroked it with his hand, loving the sensation of the precum coating it. He made sure that Thomas was hard enough, pressing the side of his cheek against the wall as he sucked him deep, slathering it with his saliva, trying to make it wetter. Thomas gave a loud moan, moaning David’s name over and over again. And that’s when David said:

“Do you want to fuck me?”

Thomas said nothing. He simply held David’s hair in his fist, bringing him closer to his dick. He knew what was coming next. Of course, it was exactly what he wanted. But at the same time, it made him nervous, he grabbed a condom, put it on his dick with some lube and asked David to get on his knees. He obliged.

“But be gentle.. it’s been a while since I’ve been fucked.” said David

“Don’t worry!” replied Thomas with a smile on his face.

He went up to David to kiss him, then looked back at David’s ass. It was a bit hairy, and very sexy. You could tell he worked out, two round globes were opened for him. Without being able to wait any longer, Thomas put his hands on those beautiful mountains to spread them apart, so that his face could go in between them. His lips went to one cheek, then the other. Licking them deeply, he could taste David’s sweat and saltiness mixed with a trace of soap, it made him crave for more. He wanted to explore that juicy crevice between those cheeks. So he pushed his face forward, taking hold of David’s asshole with his nose and running his tongue across its surface. He couldn’t help but wonder how big it was, and if he would fit inside of it.

After a few minutes of licking, he was ready. He leaned forward, grabbing David’s buttocks and guiding him towards his dick. Then he slipped inside of his opening, stretching it as much as he could, feeling David groan beneath him. It didn’t take him long to adapt to the new sensation, getting used to it quickly.

“Fuck yeah!” shouted David from underneath him, “you’re fucking amazing!”

He guided Thomas further down, letting his balls rest on his pubic bone. He began slowly pumping his cock into him, wanting to savor every inch he had inside of him. There was a lot of room, especially with Thomas’ rock-hard erection sliding along his girth. That was something that he always liked, feeling someone else completely inside of him. He wanted to feel Thomas’ whole body working around him, using his own muscle to thrust.

Soon enough, they were moving faster. Each time they slammed into each other, it felt like the most perfect thing in the world. And they kept doing it, over and over again, not stopping until they both fell down on the floor exhausted. Their chests and sincan escort shoulders collided, throwing kisses everywhere. Then Thomas sat back on his heels, turning around to lay beside him, both lying on their sides.

David looked up at him and smiled. Then he reached for his head to kiss him gently.

“That was amazing” he said.

Thomas smiled back. “Yeah! I loved it!”

“But it will be the last time it happens.” said David sadly, “I am your teacher, and you are my student. Consider this a parting gift.”

“I understand… ” said Thomas, trying to hide his disappointment. “I think I should go, thanks.”

Thomas got up and got dressed, ready to leave.

“Wait!” shouted David.

And he kissed him one last time, slowly and gently but full of passion.

“Good bye, Thomas”.

A few hours later, Thomas arrives at the party Keith invited him to. Thomas feels out of place at the party and is sitting in a corner, nursing his drink. He feels like he doesn’t belong there, but he decides to stay a little longer. Keith notices Thomas looking lonely and approaches him with a bright smile.

“Hey man, I’m glad you came!” Keith says.

Thomas forces a smile and nods. “Yeah, thanks for inviting me. I just don’t know anyone here,” he says.

Keith pats him on the back. “Don’t worry, man. That’s why I’m here. Come on, let me introduce you to some people.”

Keith leads Thomas to a group of people and introduces him. They seem friendly enough, but Thomas still feels like an outsider. He grabs another drink and heads back to his corner.

That’s when Keith comes back with Clara. “Hey, Thomas. I want you to meet my friend, Clara,” Keith says.

Clara is beautiful, with long curly hair and piercing green eyes. She smiles at Thomas and extends her hand. “Nice to meet you,” she says.

Thomas shakes her hand and feels a strange electricity running through him. He starts to feel a bit more comfortable as Clara and Keith talk to him, making him feel like he belongs there.

As the night goes on, Thomas and Clara continue to talk and laugh together. They have a lot in common and Thomas finds himself enjoying her company. He realizes that he’s attracted to her, and she seems to be reciprocating his feelings. A

s the party starts to wind down, Clara said :

“So … are you up to have some fun?”

“Hmm.. what?” said Thomas as he blushed.

“OK, I take this as my cue to leave.” said Keith laughing.

“Where are you going?” asked Clara. “How about we have some fun together? Unless, it’s going to be a problem?” she asked Thomas.

“No no… I’m cool with that, if Keith is cool with that.” said Thomas his heart racing.

Keith hesitated for a second then said while starring into Thomas’ eyes:

“I’m up for some fun.”

“Great, let’s go in my room.” said Clara as she guides them to her room.

Once inside, Clara took a seat on the bed and said to Thomas:

“Take off your clothes.”

Thomas was a bit taken aback by this request but still undressed quickly, as Clara already took her shirt off. She turned around facing him and pulled back her hair revealing her perfect ass in her panties. She then dropped her shorts down to the floor.

Clara stood up next to the bed. She walked over to Thomas and gave him a quick kiss, and told Keith:

“You too, take off your clothes.”

Which Keith did, Thomas couldn’t stop staring at his amazing body.

“Wow you really hit the gym.” said Clara, while touching Keith’s abs.

“Isn’t it amazing?” she asked. “Touch.”

She quickly grabbed Thomas’ hand and put it on Keith’ 6-pack. Thomas couldn’t believe it, he was touching Keith amazing body, and it was even better than he could have ever imagined.

“You guys still have too much clothes on, it’s not fair I’m the only one naked.” said Clara with a grin. “Let’s see what you’re hiding.”

As she said that, she pulled down Thomas’ underwear, freeing his erect cock. Thomas thought he saw Keith look at his penis, it was pretty quick but he was sure that Keith took a peek.

“Wow! Really nice!” exclaimed Clara, as she put her hand around Thomas’ cock, gently stroking it.

Thomas and Keith were staring at each other, looking directly into each other eyes. But it was interrupted by Clara, who took her hand off Thomas’ penis and turned around to face Keith.

“Now you, let’s see what you have.”

She removed Keith’s underwear and took a step back.

Now, Thomas never felt inadequate in front of other men. After all, his penis standing at 8-inches long was not small. But seeing Keith’s monster, he felt small. It was pointing towards him, erected and huge. Not only long but thick as well.

“Wait! He’s already hard.. was he turned on by me touching him?” thought Thomas. “No, no way. It’s probably just the situation we’re in.”

“Damn! How big is that?” asked Clara, breaking the silence.

“About 9.5 inches.” etlik escort answered Keith proudly.

“Well, this is gonna be fun.” said Clara, “Two big dicks just for me.”

As she said that, she pulled Thomas closer so that his dick was grinding against her back, while she was facing Keith, kissing him. She pushed Thomas’ head into her neck, making Thomas kiss it. She would then swipe side, kissing Thomas while Keith kiss her neck. Soon after, she got down on the floor. The two guys dick at her eye level, she grabbed both of them with her hand and proceeded to suck on their cocks, alternating between one or the other.

They were totally mesmerized by her blowjob skills.

Both guys would look at each other, then look at Clara working. But Thomas wasn’t really looking at Clara, he was staring at Keith’s cock. Mesmerized by it, he couldn’t take his eyes off of it. It was the most beautiful cock he had ever seen. And Clara noticed that.

“Instead of staring at it, why don’t you come down here and help me suck it.” she said before putting Keith’s cock back into her mouth.

Thomas froze, he was so embarrassed and he was slowly looking up to reach Keith’s eyes, ready to get cursed at by him. But Keith was just looking at him, no anger in his eyes nor anything else. He just looked at him, saying nothing. Thomas took that as an invitation to do exactly what Clara said, and thinking it might be his only chance : he took it. He started kneeling on the floor, grabbing the dick Clara was offering to him and lowering his mouth onto it.

He couldn’t believe it, he had Keith’s dick in his mouth. And it was the most amazing feeling, it was the best cock he ever had in his mouth. But it was big, Thomas wasn’t going to back down, so he focused and sucked Keith’s dick like a pro. With every stroke he went deeper into the cavernous hole of Keith’s cock, until finally he had half of it in his mouth. Now Keith started thrusting forward a little more into his mouth, allowing him to get the other half of his cock. Thomas began bobbing on the cock faster, running his tongue around it and doing everything possible to give the guy pleasure. His whole world was centered on how good he was giving Keith’s cock pleasure. And it was working, Keith was moaning and grabbing Thomas’ head to stop him from trying to stop sucking his cock.

“Wow!” exclaimed Clara. “Looks like he is better than me at this.”

“Yeah.” muttered Keith.

So she got up, and went on the bed. She started playing with her pussy as she watched Tomas eagerly sucking Keith’s cock. Thomas was now able to take it all in, and each time he deep throated him he could hear a deep moan coming out from Keith. After a few minutes, Clara finally broke the silence :

“OK guys, I don’t want to stop you from having fun but I also want to have some fun!”.

Still without saying anything, Keith grabbed Thomas by the end and guided him to the bed where he pushed his and Thomas’ head towards her pussy. They were now both licking her wet pussy, which she enjoyed immensely.

“Guys please keep going, but can you stop when I tell you?”

Without stopping, they continued to eat her cunt, while she spread her legs wide open for them. This time Thomas didn’t waste any second, diving straight into her pussy with his tongue, loving her sweet taste and enjoying her smell. Since they were both going at it at the same time, Thomas and Keith’s tongues would collide, sending shivers down Thomas’ body.

“Thomas you start fucking me while I suck on Keith’s dick.” said Clara.

Both men agreed, and got up in their respective positions.

“Your dick is already going to stretch me out, and it will get me ready for this monster.” she said, pointing at Keith’s huge penis.

Thomas, positioned his wrapped cock at the entrance of her pussy and entered it, moving quickly inside her. His length made it easy to slide inside her, but it still hurt, not because of pain, but because it felt so tight. She let out a sigh. But soon after, she began pushing her hips forward to make room for the extra girth of his thick cock, that was penetrating her so far she wondered if it was ever going to stop. In a matter of seconds he was completely buried inside her, reaching almost her cervix. He stopped moving.

Clara was breathing hard, getting excited. At the same time she was scared of losing control of herself. She looked over at Keith who gave her a thumbs up, which was enough to allow her to relax a little. She lifted herself a bit, allowing the boy access to her vaginal canal. Thomas immediately started moving his hips, making her pussy spasm as he fucked her from behind. Both boys were experiencing pleasure unlike anything they had ever felt before. And soon enough, she had her first orgasm. It came out as waves, it was incredible and brought Thomas to another level. Soon she exploded again, this time really hard. A lot of her juices squirted out onto Thomas’ pubic hair.

As her climax ended, Thomas felt his come up. So he pushed himself deep inside her, cumming loads into his condom. Then, without a word both boys switched positions. Keith started fucking her in a missionary position, while Thomas was at the other side of her, playing with her boobs, his dick still soft and recovering from the intense orgasm he just had.

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