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*Knock knock!*

That was the back door! Corinne Davison realized that there was only one person who would be so bold. She rushed to the back and saw the slim young man looking in through the door’s glass. Opening it up, she hissed, “Simon! My husband’s still here! You can’t show up this early.”

“Okay, I’ll make sure to come later next time,” he replied as he tried to step past her.

She pushed him back. “No! Go to the tool shed and wait there…he’ll leave for work soon.”

—

Simon was sitting on a folding chair in the shed, completely bored, when Corinne joined him. “Simon, I think I’ve found someone who can help you so I don’t, um, have to anymore,” she informed him.

He frowned. “But you like helping me…you cum a lot,” he responded.

“Err…but I shouldn’t…I’m married…”

Simon stepped up to her, the skinny young man’s head only as tall as hers. “If your husband was properly taking care of you, then you wouldn’t need me to make you feel good.” Then he kissed her.

Corinne was flabbergasted and pulled back from the kiss. “I…you…” But he was right…her husband had lost interest in her. “I’m only doing this because of the picture.”

Simon was confused. What did the picture she took of his cock have to do with this? He didn’t realize that she was speaking of the picture he’d taken of her covered in his cum and she had misunderstood his previous comments about it as blackmail. “Even with another lady, I’ll still need your help, Mrs. Davison. My whore…whore…”

“Hormones,” she reminded him.

“Yeah!”

She sighed and pulled out her phone. “Let me see if she’s available now.”

As Corinne dialed the number, Simon admired her outfit. It was a tank top with a short summer-y skirt that showed off her nice legs, making it look as if she was going to play tennis. He could feel his cock filling with blood.

“Hey…yeah, now…yeah? Okay, seeya soon.” She hung up and slapped Simon’s hand away before it touched her breast. “Control yourself…we’re heading over now.”

—

“Him?!” the woman who had been introduced as Nessa asked, her face unbelieving.

Simon took in the pretty Black woman, one of the first he’d ever met. She was about his 5’9″ height, with a voluptuous curvy figure and large breasts that he thought would give his mother a run for her money. Her hair was big, dark and curly.

“Trust me, Nessa, he’s the real deal. I brought condoms,” Corinne replied.

Nessa let them into her house and turned to Simon. “All right, Third Leg, let’s see what’cha got.”

Simon looked to Corinne, confused.

“Pull down your pants, Simon,” she advised him.

He did, revealing his sizable trouser snake.

“Not as big as the picture,” Nessa commented.

“He’s probably shy…take off your shirt and see what happens, Nessa,” Corinne replied.

Nessa pulled off her tank top, revealing large breasts restrained by a dauntless red bra. “Oh, I see…” she breathed as Simon’s member perked up.

“How do you know each other?” Simon asked as Nessa pulled her bra off to reveal dark conical areolas with inverted nipples. He found those very interesting.

“We were college roommates and became best friends,” Corinne explained. “I managed to convince my hubby to move to her town after we married. Shall we head to the bedroom?”

Nessa shimmied out of her tights on the way, leaving her naked, then climbed onto her bed and spread Elazığ Escort her legs. Simon quickly doffed his own clothes. ‘That’s quite the prong for such a skinny white boy,’ Nessa thought. “Get me ready, Simon,” she urged him.

“Um…”

“She wants you to go down on her first,” Corinne explained as she sat in a chair off to the side of the bed.

“Um…”

Corinne sat forward. “You put your mouth up to her vagina and start licking.”

Simon laughed. “What?!”

“You like it when your genitals are licked and sucked, don’t you?” Corinne asked. “Women do too.”

“Okay…” His face became all serious and he moved forward to lick up along Nessa’s vaginal lips.

“Yeah, there ya go…” Nessa cooed. “Now dip your tongue inside…ooh…not bad…”

After a few more seconds of effort, Simon raised his head. “Can I stick it in now?”

“Ha…typical man,” Nessa guffawed. “Yeah, go ahead, kid, but you’ll need a rubber.”

“Um…”

“Here…” Corinne tossed a small packet at him.

He picked it up. “Um…”

“Damn! You a virgin? Gimme that…” Nessa ripped the packet open and rolled the prophylactic down his shaft.

“Oh! I’ve seen these,” Simon said. He figured that Nessa didn’t like the mess men made when they came.

Nessa finished and gave it a tug at the base. “Damn, barely fits this monster…okay, Simon, come on in…”

Corinne leaned forward for a better view as she rubbed her thighs together. She had heard her former roommate having sex in her college dorm room but never actually got to watch.

Simon pressed his cock inside the sexy woman and moaned as he felt her hot insides envelop him. He had a little difficulty, so instinctively pulled back to push in again. Soon, half of his length was inside her.

“Umph! Been a while…” Nessa commented. “Come on, fuckboy! Get that thing up in me!”

Simon started thrusting, and was soon able to get most of his length inside the voluptuous woman. He could feel something keeping his cock from going any further inside her.

“God…damn! He’s…uhh…tapping my…womb…” Nessa moaned between thrusts. “Where’d you…find this piece…Cor?”

“Long story,” Corinne replied, “tell you later.”

“Fuu…uuu…uuu…cckk!” Nessa’s eyes and mouth flew open as an orgasm blew through her. “Ohmigawd…keep pounding me, Simon!”

He took a hold of Nessa’s bountiful boobs as he continued hammering into her.

“Uhh…yeah…you like…those knockers, Simon? Give ’em a suck…”

He did, trying to make her innie nipples outies, and Nessa’s eyes rolled back. “Hhhaaaa…!” She locked her legs around his waist as she came again.

Though the condom deadened the sensations a bit, the excitement of actually having sex with such an exotic woman took its toll on Simon’s endurance. As he felt her insides grip him, he started cumming, though his grunts were muffled by Nessa’s pillowy boobs.

“Oh shit…” Corinne softly moaned as she continued to rub her thighs together. She really wanted to just shove her hand under her skirt, but was hesitant about doing that in front of her friend.

Though Simon had just cum, Nessa’s hot body was so sexy and welcoming that he knew he could just keep going, so he continued plowing into her. Deep inside the unsuspecting woman, the tip of the condom, filled with Simon’s first load, repeatedly bounced around the deepest parts of her vagina.

“Nngh! Elazığ Escort Bayan Nngh! Oh fuck…” Nessa moaned, marveling at the kid’s stamina. She had just had a huge orgasm and could feel another one coming. She reached down to thrum at her prominent clitoris. “Oh fuck…ohh fuuck…”

“Huh…huh…” Simon continued to suck the woman’s large breasts and felt her vagina tightening up again. He wasn’t close to his second orgasm, though, so kept thrusting hard.

“HUHH! Hahhgkk!” Nessa arched her spine as another orgasm rushed through her overheated body, even more powerful than the first. “Huuuhhhh…” Then she went limp and closed her eyes.

“Hm?” Simon pushed himself up to regard his sex partner. “Did she fall asleep?” he asked as he kept thrusting.

Corinne moved up next to him on the bed. “Oh shit! She passed out…you overwhelmed her! That’s so hot…” She couldn’t take it anymore, and moved her hand under her skirt to rub at her overheated pussy as she watched him continue to fuck her unconscious friend.

Simon looked over at her. “Can you show me your boo– breasts, Mrs. Davison?”

“With those monsters below you?”

Simon looked down at Nessa’s boobs as they bobbled around in time with his thrusts. “They’re nice, but I prefer yours.” He looked back at Corinne.

She blushed and only took a moment to slip her top off of her shoulders, revealing her C-cup breasts with very hard nipples. She noticed that Simon was only looking at her now instead of the woman he was having sex with, and he was also increasing the speed of his thrusts. She slipped two fingers inside her very wet pussy.

“Oh, I’m gonna…” Simon thrust hard and fast into Nessa, and then the beginning of his second load raced up his long shaft before adding its volume to the first that had already been straining at the condom’s structural integrity. A second spurt was added, and then a third. On the fourth, the rubber gave up, and it was like a sperm grenade went off inside Nessa’s unprotected depths. All Simon knew was that it suddenly felt even better inside her, and then his second orgasm redoubled itself, pulling even more dangerous sperm from his swollen balls up his shaft and shooting it out the tip to assault the unconscious woman’s vulnerable cervix.

Once Simon’s orgasm ended, he started to pull out but Corinne stopped him. “Wait! Grab the base of the condom as you pull out or you’ll make a mess.”

He did, and as his penis cleared Nessa’s vaginal lips, Corinne gasped. “Oh no, it broke! There’s so much sperm! Shit!”

Simon didn’t know why Mrs. Davison was getting so upset…they could just clean up the mess. He wrapped the shredded remains of the condom in some tissues, tossed it into the trash, and then held out the box to her.

She grabbed wads of tissue to try to sop up the overwhelming insemination. “There’s too much!” she cried. “She’ll kill me! Simon…you’ll have to suck it out of her!”

He stepped back. “What?! Ew!”

“Um…um…” Corinne realized what she had to do, and got on her hands and knees between her friend’s thighs. Taking a breath, she then shoved her tongue inside Nessa’s pussy to try to extract as much of the dangerous substance as she could. Nessa moaned but didn’t otherwise respond.

Simon stared at Mrs. Davison’s nicely rounded panty-covered butt sticking out at him under her tennis skirt as she ate out her friend, and could see the dampness Escort Elazığ between her legs. Despite just cumming twice, he felt his member getting hard again.

Corinne sucked down another dollop of Simon’s cum…there was so much in there! Nessa had said that it had been a while since she last had sex, but she hoped that her friend was on the pill anyway. If Corinne managed to get all of this delicious semen out of her friend’s vagina, then she wouldn’t have to find out. She had completely forgotten about Simon until she felt some movement between her legs.

“Wh–?” was all she got out before her panties were pushed aside and half of Simon’s hard cock powered into her very wet pussy. “–AAHH!” she screamed into Nessa’s muff. She pulled back to clear her mouth, but that pushed her butt back, causing Simon’s prong to slip deeper inside her. “N-hh! Simon…”

Then he grabbed her hips and thrust all the way in before pulling back and rabbiting into her again and again.

As Corinne felt his long dick repeatedly impact her cervix, the orgasm she had been flirting with while watching him fuck her friend exploded inside her. “UHHH! O-hhh!” Her face fell back into Nessa’s crotch and her tongue reflexively dipped back inside. It was all she could do as her body vibrated, her orgasm holding her in place as Simon kept thrusting into her. She had to get his cum out of Nessa! She sucked out another mouthful and swallowed it.

Then her orgasm was over and she shoved her butt back. She cried out as the tip of Simon’s cock stretched her cervix, but then she moved forward fast and he slipped out of her. He stood there, stunned, and then she stood up, turned around, and slapped him across the face.

He stepped back holding his cheek. “Oww!”

She grabbed him by his softening cock and pulled him back to the bed. “You suck your cum out of her or I’ll rip this right off, Simon!” she threatened him.

“But…but…eww!”

“NOW!”

Simon moved his mouth to Nessa’s sperm-covered vagina and gave it a tentative lick. It was a bit salty but not bad, he thought, and then he pushed his tongue into the unconscious woman’s pussy. Soon, he figured out that he could fasten his lips to hers, suck, and then use his tongue as a spoon to extract a dollop at a time. After a few minutes, he pulled back. “I think I got it all.” His stomach felt like he had just drank a warm milkshake.

Corinne examined the unconscious woman’s privates. She looked very wet but it seemed to be just saliva. “Very good, Simon. Now get dressed and go home.”

“Um, Mrs. Davison, I’m sorr–“

“Now, Simon.”

Simon hung his head and did as he was told.

“Nessa? You okay, hun?” Corinne stroked her friend’s face.

“Mm…Cor?”

“Hey, there you are…had some long-dick-induced narcolepsy?”

Nessa opened her eyes and smiled. “Holy fuck, that schlong! I probably won’t be walking straight for a week!” She sat up shakily and looked around. “Where’d he go?”

“Um, home. That’s okay, right?”

Nessa lay back. “Hm, sure. Let him know I’ll help him with that thing anytime. In fact, I’ll get back on the pill after my next period so he doesn’t have to keep wrapping it up.”

“When will that be?” Corinne casually asked.

“Couple weeks.”

Corinne felt a cold chill run down her back. That meant that Simon had burst the condom inside her friend at the worst time of the month! Well, she considered, they had sucked it all out so it should be fine…she hoped.

“Now…” Nessa said as she unsteadily pulled her clothes back on. “You gonna tell me how a married woman got hold of an 18-year-old with that fucking package?”

Corinne told her friend everything.

To be continued…

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Previously on That’s What Friends Are For… Phillip was best friends with Liz’s husband years ago. During a drunken encounter, they experienced a night of passion neither one of them ever forgot. Years later, Liz was no longer married and she meets Phillip at a party. Finding time along, they realized the passion between them never faded. Now, Liz was preparing to continue a love affair she never thought she’d get a second chance at….

As Liz drove behind Phillip, she glanced at the GPS map on her phone. It said they’d be to Phillip’s place in another 25 minutes. She realized now that he had remained within easy driving distance of her this whole time, that should could have easily had the incredible experience she’d just had in the park far earlier, if only she’d allowed herself the opportunity to consider it and pick up the phone.

Of course, it had been more complicated than that. She’d stayed married for years and by the time her marriage was over she had grown accustomed to banishing the memories of her first sexual encounter with Phillip. She hadn’t allowed herself to consider him a possibility. That was the whole problem.

Her hands shook as she followed Phillip onto the highway and she brushed hair out of her face, memories of what they’d just done flashing through her. She felt like she could see her body from outside it, watching as Phillip was sitting behind her as she held herself up standing against a tree, his face buried in her ass and doing everything in his power to make her cum on his face. She’d never felt anything like it.

She almost drove off the road as she snapped back to reality, a car in the opposing lane honking their horn at her. As she jerked one hand back to the steering wheel she realized she had placed it between her legs, grabbing her pussy as she remembered how incredible it had felt with Phillip.

Could this really be happening? She wasn’t a kid anymore, she was a grown ass 38 year old woman and here she was following some guy home from a party with only one thing on her mind. To get fucked. Hopefully repeatedly. Was there something wrong with her? She see’s Phillip for the first time in years and within a very short time she lets him have his way with her, in public once again, and now she was hoping for more? There has to be something wrong with her.

But no. No. She shook her head. Absolutely not. She refused to think like that anymore. She deserved this. She needed this and above all that, she wanted it. She wanted it more than anything she’d ever wanted in her entire life.

Paying closer attention to the road, she let her mind drift a little to examine what she and Phillip had done to each other. He had been fucking her so hard and deep, in such total control over her body, she’d begged him to cum, and he had. She’d needed it. And god damn it, who cares what anyone else thought? She didn’t have to consider anyone else’s happiness but her own on this topic. She’d been trying to protect other people’s happiness for much too long of her adult life already and she wasn’t going to play that game anymore.

She just hoped he felt the same way now that he’d fucked her brains out. Based on what’d he’d said to her and the things he’d done to her, she didn’t that the chances of that were too likely right now. But, there was a part of her that worried, where her anxiety was growing.

As they finally pulled up to Phillips house, she pushed her fears down deep. She parked her car and met him at his front door where he greeted her and gave her a kiss, she wrapped her arms around his waist and grabbed his butt, kissing him deeper as she squeezed and said, “I missed you.”

He smiled and said, “I missed you too, c’mon, lets get inside.”

They kicked their shoes off in the entrance hallway and he led them to his kitchen where they deposited some keys. Phillip activated an electric tea kettle Elazığ Escort and started heating up some water and pulling out some items from the cabinents.

“Whatcha making?” she asked.

“A hot toddy, would you like one?” he pulled out a handle of bourbon from a cabinent.

“Yes, please.” While the water was warming up he led her into the adjoining living room and she sat down on the couch, looking up at him expectantly.

“I’ll be done in a minute, doesn’t take long for the water to heat up, and then we can um… chat a little and get back to where we were. If you want….” Phillip said smiling at her.

“Uh… yea,” Liz giggled. “I very much do want.”

As he walked out of the room he began to shed clothing, taking off his jacket and shirt and tossing them to the side. She saw him walk into the kitchen, now wearing nothing above the waist. She laughed more as she began to hear the sounds of his belt buckle being undone and his shoes and pants hitting the floor.

It had been a while for Liz since she had been in a situation like this. Actually, she had probably never been in a situation quite like this, but she was pretty sure this meant that she was definitely going to get lucky again. She chose to keep her clothes on for now.

She heard the tea kettle finish warming up the water as it started to boil and heard Phillip making their drink as she looked around his living room. It was about what she expected. Not really any art on the walls, just a nice comfy couch, a big TV and a simple table holding a Xbox and a computer. Boys were so simple sometimes.

When Phillip came back into the room he was only wearing his boxer briefs and she was happy to see that his large dick was fully ready for action. Him holding two cups of steaming hot toddy was completely secondary in her mind to the massive erection that was coming her direction.

Still, she decided to tease him a bit and didn’t even acknowledge, verbally anyway, his state of dress. There was no way to hide the way her eyes had visually groped him when he walked into the room.

As she sipped the warm bourbon tea, she began running the finger of her other hand along the neck line of her shirt, ever so slightly pulling it down and exposing more of her breasts.

Phillip was also drinking his tea and said, “Sorry my place isn’t exactly nice to look at.”

“Oh its ok,” Liz said. “I mean, it’s a nice place. Could use a woman’s touch of course, but its neat and clean so, what more is there to ask for really?”

Phillip grabbed his dick and smiled and said, “The apartment isn’t the only thing that could use a woman’s touch.” He laughed at his joke.

She looked at him, dead panned and said, “I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

By now the strokes and subsequent pulling down of her neck line had pulled it down exposing most of her breast, with her nipples just about an inch below the top of her shirt.

“Oh really? So you’re being funny now?” Phillip said, finishing his drink and placing it on a small table next to his side of the couch.

She looked at him as normal as she could and said, “What do you mean?”

She couldn’t take it anymore, she giggled and smiled and put her drink down. “I wanted to see what you’d do if I just pretended like I had completely changed my attitude, but I’m not that good an actor. Maybe one day, but right now I just want you too fucking bad.”

She stripped everything off and sat down in his lap, facing him and grinding her pussy into his rock hard dick, still unfortunately encased in his boxer briefs.

“Jesus your dick is so big,” She said, grinding hard into him and kissing him deeply. “Phillip, I want you so bad. Can we move into the bedroom?”

“Of course we can,” Phillip said. They began walking. “Actually the only reason I made a drink was because I wanted to try and slow Elazığ Escort Bayan things down a little bit. The whole way over here I felt like I was going crazy, just thinking about you.”

As they entered his bedroom, she was happy to see that he had spent a little more time in here making it feel cozy. She’d halfway expected just to find a mattress on the floor and another TV and game system. Instead she found a large bedroom, a very strudy and luxurious looking bedframe, a thick mattress, a sensible looking clothes dresser, a framed poster on the wall, a treadmill in the corner, and yes another game system. Still, much more cozy than the bedroom.

Phillip turned around to face her in front of his bed. She said, “Yea? Am I making you nervous?” She poked him in the stomach and he backed up further against the bed and sat down.

“Excited, nervous… ecstatic I guess,” Phillip said, smiling wide as he looked at her.

“Ecstatic? Just what is it you think I’m gonna do to you?” Liz laughed and pushed her underwear to the floor. She grabbed a pillow off the bed and put it on the floor in front of her, sinking to her knees in front of him. Grabbing hold of his boxer briefs, she wasted no time in pulling them to the floor and off his feet, her eyes ogling his dick when it was finally freed.

She had been waiting for this moment for what felt like hours, but had really been at most and hour since they’d left the party. “I’ve wanted this dick in my mouth for years.”

With that she began to kiss, lick, and fondle the large cock in front of her. She tasted some of what had to be her own juices and his cum on his dick from their earlier intense session. She savored it as she felt it move in her mouth and watched as Phillip leaned back and closed his eyes, moaning as he felt the pleasure her mouth was giving him.

Liz rolled her lips and tongue over the head of his penis and was again shocked at how thick and long the organ was. Phillip really was blessed, and by extension she was blessed because she got to play with such a substantial item and have it provide her such incredible sensations.

“Oh my god, you’re treating me so good,” Phillip said laying back and putting his head on the bed as he felt Liz jam his dick into the back of her throat and thrust back and forth a few times.

Liz could feel Phillips dick twitching in her mouth as she moved in and out, over her lips and wrapped her left hand around it at the same time, caressing it softly as it moved in and out of her mouth. “Enjoying yourself up there stud?”

“Hell yes!” Phillip said. “This feels amazing.”

She removed his dick from her mouth and spent a few seconds studying it, enjoying looking at it and moving her hands across it. As she felt its weight and observed its curves and veins, feeling his pulse in his dick as his body worked to keep it hard as a rock.

“Get up on the bed, I want to get in bed with you, don’t worry… I’ll keep going, I know you’re enjoying it.” Liz said as Phillip scooted up further on the bed and put his head on the pillow. Liz curled up next to him, her head in line with his dick. She planted her chest across his mid section and began stroking his dick with both hands.

She looked him in the eyes and stuck her tongue out as she kept quickly jerking him off, then she started moaning, “Oh yea baby, your dick is good mmmmm, it feels so nice in my hands. You want to cum all over my tits?”

Liz felt his body start to tremble as he started thrusting into her hands, “God yes Liz, fuck, I’m ready already.”

Liz smiled mischievously as she pivoted her body around so that her torso was straddling his completely, her face hovering over his throbbing cock and her pussy in line with his mouth. She slowed her strokes down on his dick, she wasn’t ready for him to pop off just yet. She wanted it, wanted it so bad, Escort Elazığ wanted to feel his dick twitch in her mouth and flood down her throat. But as much as she wanted it, she wanted to delay it for Phillip even more. She wanted to torture this man with pleasure the way he had at the park.

She stroked Phillip’s dick slowly and ran her tongue along the head, puckering her lips and kissing it. She heard Phillip moan and felt him grab her ass from beneath her, burying his face in her pussy and moaning more as he began to kiss and lick her pussy.

Liz felt a flood of emotions and sensations as her own physical pleasure began coursing through her body as Phillip dove into her like a warm meal. She cried out as she felt him moving his tongue back and forth inside her and she stifled her own moans by jamming Phillip’s dick back in her mouth and frantically moving it up and down, deep into her throat.

“Holy shit!” she yelled as she felt Phillip start in again with his fingers, driving her absolutely wild. She felt like she was on fire, like her body was going to explode again and now she couldn’t help but hope that Phillip exploded right along with her. She abandoned all thoughts of going slow and she felt his face buried into her body. Liz could feel her own explosion coming, fast.

She took a hold of Phillips dick with one hand, holding his balls in the other and began moving everything along with her mouth. She focused on giving him the wettest blow job she could perform. She moaned into his dick, urging him on and then said, “God yes, I’m ready for you, cum in my mouth god damn it, fuck!”

She let herself go as she said that, she couldn’t wait anymore. Her body quaked and she moaned deep in her throat, her airway blocked by Phillip’s massive dick. She felt it rolling over her, every part of her body tingling and then she felt Phillip grunt, felt his dick jerk and felt her mouth and throat flood with his cum. Flooded with so many sensations, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her own orgasm was still rolling through her as she continued feeling Phillip’s body spasm, her self satisfaction at making him feel so good making her feel sexy and young again.

She felt him collapse beneath her as he released his grip on her. She continued to lick and suck his dick, cleaning up all remnants of his cum and allowing the tingling sensations of her body to fade.

“Phillip, your dick felt so good in my mouth, and then what you did to me was amazing,” Liz said, rolling off of him and laying her head down on the pillow next to him.

Phillip was still breathing heavy, his chest still covered in sweat and rising and falling rapidly. “Whew, yes baby, that was awesome. I loved everything about it.”

“Feeling a little overwhelmed?” Liz noticed his face was red.

“Sorry yes, just recovering a little. I had a little trouble breathing down there,” Phillip chuckled. Liz realized he meant that she had been jamming her body down so far on his face that he wasn’t getting any kind of normal breathing going during that time.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Liz said.

“Don’t be sorry, I loved it. I could have pulled away to take a breath, but I didn’t want to stop. I love putting my face between your legs and going to town on you,” Phillip said smiling, his breathing finally calming.

Within a few minutes, both of them were asleep. It was now almost 2 am, and their bodies were exhausted by their respective explosive orgasms and the late hour. Liz woke up a few minutes later and covered them both up with the blankets. Phillip had fallen asleep flat on his back. She placed her head on his shoulder and put her arms around him.

She felt better than she had in… who knows how long. She was physically satisfied better than eh had been in her whole life, and she was with someone she wanted to be with. Someone that, she think, she felt truly passionate about. She hadn’t felt this good about pleasing her ex, even when things were going well. She loved the way Phillip made her feel, and she loved making him feel good.

She drifted off to sleep, excited to wake up and see where the day would take them.

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Mon réveil sonne et me sort de mon sommeil. Je me rends compte que me suis encore endormie sous la violence de l’orgasme que j’ai eu hier soir comme en témoigne le fait que le gode soit encore inséré dans ma chatte. Je me rappelle ce qui m’a donné cet orgasme et je repense à la vision de ma fille et sa meilleure amie suçant la bite de Moha et jouissant sous les caresses de Leia. La soumission de ma petite fille chérie par ces étrangers m’excite plus que je ne l’aie jamais été et rien que d’y repenser je sens ma chatte se gorger de mouille.

Je descends et croise ma fille dans le salon. Elle porte son uniforme mais je remarque qu’elle n’a pas mis de soutien-gorge… Une pensée me traverse l’esprit, c’est sûrement ses tourmenteurs qui lui ont mis cette règle… Je sens l’excitation revenir à grands pas mais je me reprends et me concentre sur mes œufs au bacon du petit déjeuner.

Je l’emmène au lycée. C’est silence dans la voiture et elle envoie des messages sur son téléphone.

Arrivées au lycée, un au revoir et puis on se sépare pour se diriger vers nos occupations respectives de la journée. Je l’ai en cours en dernière heure donc je lui dis que je pourrai la ramener directement à la maison après. Ma journée se passe bien même si je ne peux m’empêcher de ressasser toutes ces images dégradantes mais si excitantes de ma fille et Émilie dominées comme de vulgaires putains par mes élèves.

Arrivées en dernière heure, je reçois la classe de ma fille. Je m’aperçois rapidement que quelque chose cloche et remarque tous les tétons des filles de la classe dressées sous leurs hauts. Aucune ne porte de soutien-gorge et cela vaut aussi pour Lisa et Émilie. Évidemment les seules à porter des soutiens-gorges sont Leia et Farida. Elles me regardent avec un air de défi attendant de voir ce que j’allais faire. Je soutiens leur regard mais vite intimidée, je baisse les yeux et continue mon cours. Petit sourire en coin de Leia qui me regarde avec un air très coquin qui me fige. Je me reprends avec beaucoup de mal et essaie de continuer mon cours. Je croise aussi le regard de ma fille, elle a les yeux baissés comme si elle avait honte et je vois ses gros tétons pointés fièrement, peut-être la situation l’excite-t-elle malgré elle.

N’étant pas en très bonne forme, je donne un exercice à faire à tout le monde et j’en profite pour aller aux toilettes en laissant Chloé, la fille d’un médecin que j’avais déjà vu soumise par Leia et Farida dans les toilettes, surveiller la classe. Je ne sais pas pourquoi mais inconsciemment j’espère que quelque chose va se passer lors de mon absence…

5 minutes plus tard, me voilà de retour devant la porte. Je passe la tête à travers une petite fenêtre et vois la scène qui se déroule dans ma salle de classe. Leia est debout avec Chloé qui était censés surveiller le cours depuis le tableau. Chloé est avec son polo remonté au-dessus de ses seins, qui pendent à la vue de tout le monde. Leia s’amuse à frapper sur ses tétons avec une règle et s’extasie de voir les tétons de Chloé durcir et rougir sous les coups. Toute la classe regarde et notamment les garçons, subjugués par ce spectacle. Chloé est rouge de honte mais ne proteste pas et expose presque insolemment ses gros seins à ses camarades. Elle, la fille d’un médecin respectable, humiliée ainsi en pleine classe, le tableau est difficile à imaginer. Encore une fois, je sais que mon devoir est d’intervenir mais je ne peux m’empêcher de sentir une bouffée d’excitation monter, me retrouvant presque dans le même état qu’hier quand j’observais la déchéance de ma fille. Je me contente donc honteuse mais excitée de regarder le reste de la scène.

Je remarque Farida quant à elle, a pris en main la bite de deux garçons de la classe et s’amuse à les branler. Les pauvres ou les chanceux, bandent comme des fous en regardant ce qu’il se passe au tableau. Farida, vicieuse, s’amuse à s’arrêter pour observer la frustration sur leurs visages avant de reprendre.

Cela fait maintenant 10 minutes que je suis partie et si je ne rentre pas, cela paraîtrait louche mais si je rentre maintenant, ils arrêteront leurs petits jeux. Alors que j’hésite sur la suite des événements, je m’aperçois que Leia a remarqué que je regardais à travers la fenêtre. Elle capte mon regard et me fait un clin d’œil. Je ne bouge pas, me demandant ce qu’elle me réserve et je la voie bouger les lèvres pour appeler quelqu’un, tout ça sans l’entendre à cause de la porte fermée. Erzurum Escort Horrifiée, je vois alors ma fille se lever et venir se placer à côté d’elle. Je m’apprête à rentrer pour arrêter tout ça avant que ça ne parte trop loin et que Lisa soit elle aussi humiliée devant toute la classe mais mes jambes refusent de bouger. Je reste donc bloquée, la bouche ouverte, le souffle court en regardant la suite. Leia retrousse le t-shirt de Lisa, exposant à son tour ses beaux et gros seins aux spectateurs. Je vois ses tétons bien tendus et Leia qui commence à les presser entre ses doigts. Je n’entends toujours rien mais je vois la bouche de ma fille s’entre ouvrir et je peux imaginer son gémissement.

Chloé pendant ce temps doit rester droite, toujours seins à l’air, devant la classe. Leia me lance un regard vicieux. Elle me teste, elle a l’air de dire « je peux faire ce que je veux de ta fille, et toi tu ne veux même pas m’en empêcher ». Et au fond de moi, je sais qu’elle a raison… Malgré moi, je mouille en regardant cette scène et à présent je n’ai plus du tout envie de rentrer dans la salle et de tout arrêter.

En parlant de la salle, les élèves sont maintenant complètement excités et quelques garçons se caressent machinalement par-dessus leurs pantalons. Farida a laissé les 2 garçons se masturber tout seul et elle prend des photos de toute la classe, bizarrement personne ne proteste. Les autres filles encore assises ne bougent pas et la regardent comme si elles attendaient de voir ce que Farida leur ordonnerait. Leia crie un ordre toujours muet pour moi et Chloé et ma fille retroussent leurs jupes exposant leurs fesses. Elles se penchent sur le bureau et la main de Leia ne tarde pas à les fesser énergétiquement. Les filles ont la bouche ouverte dans un cri muet pour moi. Farida a ordonné au reste des filles de la classe de montrer leurs seins elles aussi et alors qu’elles s’apprêtent à le faire, la cloche retentit.

Leia arrête de faire rougir le cul de ses soumises et se précipite vers sa chaise. Les élèves reprennent un peu de contenance et ramassent leurs affaires avant de se diriger vers la porte. Affolée, je reprends mes esprits et recule pour faire comme si je venais de revenir. Les élèves me croisent et me lancent des « bonnes soirées madame » comme s’il ne s’était rien passé. Je rentre dans ma salle et vois que Leia, Chloé et ma fille sont encore à l’intérieur. Lisa et Chloé sont toutes rouges mais je fais semblant de ne pas le remarquer et je signale à ma fille que c’est l’heure de rentrer.

– Maman, est ce que Leia et Chloé peuvent venir à la maison s’il te plaît? On a un devoir à faire en histoire toutes les 3, me demande ma fille de manière assez anxieuse.

Je croise le regard glacé de Leia qui me donne l’ordre de dire oui.

– Bien sûr ma chérie! Venez les filles allons-y dans ce cas.

Nous nous dirigeons vers la voiture et sur le chemin je ne peux m’empêcher de stresser mais en même temps, je marche avec un certain empressement. Je m’en rends compte et me demande ce qu’il m’arrive, à moi, une femme pourtant pas si délurée sexuellement…

Je m’installe au volant, ma fille sur le siège passager et ses 2 amies sur la banquette arrière. Le trajet se passe dans le silence, les filles sont silencieuses et je remarque que ma petite chérie a encore les joues rouges et les tétons dardés vers l’avant qui semblent vouloir percer son t-shirt. Arrivées à la maison, les filles se précipitent dans la chambre. Pour moi, impossible de me concentrer à faire autre chose, toutes mes pensées sont tournées sur le fait que ma fille est avec une dominatrice perverse dans ma maison. Je décide de trouver une excuse pour aller les voir en faisant des cookies.

Un quart d’heure après, les cookies sont prêts et je m’apprête à monter les escaliers, j’entends tout à coup des voix et je m’arrête.

La voix de Leia retentit :

– Tu savais que ta mère avait des godes dans sa chambre?

– Oui… Répond ma fille timidement.

– Regarde le noir! Il est vraiment gros tu l’imagines rentrer ça dans sa chatte? Et ce vibro, il a l’air puissant! Putain, je me doutais que ta mère était une cochonne mais pas à ce point-là. D’ailleurs comment tu sais qu’elle a tout ça toi? demande Leia à ma fille.

– Des fois je lui emprunte quand elle n’est pas là… répond Lisa en chuchotant.

– Eh ben, t’es pas en reste toi coquine. Tu sais quoi tu vas me montrer comment tu Erzurum Escort Bayan te sers de celui-là!

– Non Leia pas ici ma mère est juste en bas.

– Chut, c’est moi qui donne les ordres ici toi tu obéis c’est clair?

Pas de réponse de Lisa, mais j’entends une claque et les pas des filles qui se déplacent. Je suis excitée parce que je viens d’entendre. Comme ça, ma fille sait que j’ai des godes et les utilise… Il faut que j’en sache plus. Je monte alors les escaliers et me dirige vers la chambre de ma fille avec un empressement malsain. À travers la porte j’entends des gémissements lancinants et des soufflements d’efforts. Je me risque à entrouvrir la porte et je découvre ma fille avec mon vibromasseur posé sur son clitoris regardant Leia, qui gode en main, pistonne Chloé suffoquant sous les coups de boutoir. Mon excitation monte d’un cran et je me retrouve une main dans ma culotte à me caresser.

Chloé, maintenant à 4 pattes au milieu de la chambre, reçoit les 3 doigts de Leia dans sa chatte tandis que celle-ci fait sucer le gode plein de mouille à ma fille. C’en est trop pour moi, je dois me doigter mais je n’ai plus mes godes. Je me dirige donc vers ma chambre pour prendre un tube de crème et me jette sur mon lit en tendant l’oreille pour essayer d’entendre les gémissements de l’autre côté du couloir. Tandis que je me doigte, je n’entends pas la porte s’ouvrir et Leia rentrer à l’intérieur. Tout à coup, une main se pose sur ma bouche et une autre sur mon sexe. J’ouvre les yeux, surprise et vois Leia penchée au-dessus de moi, un sourire vicieux aux lèvres.

– Bonjour Madame, vous croyez que je ne vous ai pas vu à la porte de la chambre de votre fille? Et voilà que vous vous branlez comme la dernière des traînées, me chuchote-t-elle.

Je veux répondre mais je ne peux que gémir avec sa main qui bloque ma bouche. Je n’essaie même pas de me défendre et la laisse assoir son emprise sur moi.

– Vous savez ce que fait votre fille en ce moment? demande-t-elle, malicieuse.

Je nie de la tête. Mon excitation a déjà repris le dessus…

– Elle est en train de lécher sa copine tout en sautillant sur votre gode noir. Je lui ai ordonné de faire ça et elle ne s’arrêtera que quand je lui dirai de s’arrêter. Cette cochonne m’est complément soumise! déclare fièrement Leia.

En me disant ces choses, je sens qu’elle prend mon clitoris entre ses doigts et le fait rouler. Ce geste me rend folle et je gémis de plus belle.

– Je vois que ça vous excite! Vous êtes une belle salope! Telle mère telle fille! J’ai quelque chose à vous proposer… Disons un arrangement…

Je la regarde les yeux grands ouverts, ses grands yeux noirs m’hypnotisent et je me sens déjà prête à dire oui à tout.

– Si vous nous laissez soumettre votre fille et ses amies chez vous et que vous ne prévenez personne, je peux m’arranger pour que vous puissiez tout voir… Je sais que ça vous excite et dans tous les cas on a des photos de votre fille qui fait la pute donc vous ne pouvez pas tellement refuser…

Ce qu’elle me propose me choque mais m’excite prodigieusement. Voir ma fille et ses amies se faire dominer sous mon toit par ces filles noires! N’importe qui aurait refusé immédiatement mais elle n’avait pas tort, je ne pouvais pas refuser et au fond de moi je savais que j’étais déjà trop loin dans la déchéance et la perversité.

J’acquiesce rapidement de la tête tandis que je continue de balancer de furieux coup de bassin à la rencontre de ses doigts.

Elle sourit et me dit :

– Je savais que vous accepteriez. Vous êtes plus salope que je ne le pensais. Nous viendrons demain avec Farida poser des caméras! Tandis que vous irez acheter quelques affaires dont on va avoir besoin.

Sur ces mots, elle retire ses mains et sort de la chambre. Me laissant frustrée mais surtout trempée comme rarement je l’ai déjà été. Je me précipite à la porte de Lisa, qui a été laissée ouverte par Leia exprès et la voit, félicitant ma fille d’avoir fait jouir plusieurs fois sa copine. Ma fille doit ensuite nettoyer le gode de sa propre mouille « pour le rendre propre pour maman » selon Leia, puis les filles se rhabillent. Je me retire dans ma chambre en essayant de reprendre bonne figure pour dire au revoir à Chloé et Leia et faire comme s’il ne s’était rien passé.

Cette nuit-là, je me gode plusieurs fois en imaginant ma fille soumise par cette noire des bas quartiers, Escort Erzurum obligée à se défoncer avec le même gode que je m’enfonce. J’ai de nombreux orgasmes et m’endors, comblée.

Le lendemain, je passe ma journée un peu absente. Toutes mes pensées sont tournées vers ce que m’a dit Leia hier et le fait que ce soir, des caméras seront posées chez moi. Des caméras! Je me rends compte que je n’aurai plus aucune intimité et que cet arrangement va très loin mais je ne peux pas refuser et je ne veux pas non plus… Je rentre tôt dans l’après-midi et attends mes élèves avec impatience.

Vers 15 h, Leia et Farida entrent sans toquer. Leia s’approche de moi et m’explique :

– Votre fille a cours jusqu’à 17h, on a un peu de temps devant nous. Pendant qu’on installe tout notre matériel, vous allez aller dans un sexe shop en ville et acheter tout ce qu’il y a sur cette liste.

Elle me tend la liste et je découvre les différents articles. Une demi-dizaine de gode ceinture, le même nombre de boule bâillon, des vibromasseurs, des œufs vibrants contrôlables à distance, des habits très provoquants et même des fouets ainsi qu’un double gode. Leia m’explique qu’avec mes 2 jouets et toutes les cochonnes qu’elles vont devoir dresser, ça ne suffira pas et que bien sûr je dois payer tout ça avec mon argent et m’ordonne de me dépêcher. Je veux protester mais son regard noir me paralyse et je me dirige vers ma voiture, laissant ces 2 dominatrices dans ma demeure.

Au sexe shop, je suis intimidée par les gens qui sont là. Certains hommes me regardent avec un regard lubrique tandis que je dévalise les rayons. Je tombe des nues en découvrant les tenues et les fouets que je dois acheter et surtout la taille des godes ceintures voulus. La vendeuse me sert des regards pleins de sous-entendus, elle se demande sûrement ce qu’une femme aux allures bourgeoises comme moi va faire avec tout ce matériel. Elle me conseille un fouet à 9 queues et des œufs vibrant avec plusieurs intensités différentes en me disant que se sera parfait pour ce que je compte sûrement en faire.

Sait-elle que je suis soumise? Je n’en suis pas sûr mais ses sourires moqueurs me dérangent. Elle me laisse sa carte et me dit de ne surtout pas hésiter à l’appeler au moindre problème et qu’elle se déplace même à domicile. Je la remercie et sors précipitamment.

Arrivée chez moi, je retrouve Leia et Farida assisent dans mon canapé regardant mes photos de famille.

– Eh la bourgeoise! Tu ne nous avais pas dit que tu avais une autre fille, elle fait quoi?

Je blêmis et réponds hésitante :

– C’est Juliette elle a 25 ans, elle est fiancée depuis peu.

– Intéressant, tu vas lui demander de venir pour le week-end! m’ordonne Leia.

Je proteste en leur suppliant de la laisser en dehors de tout ça mais elles s’énervent. Je sais que je suis allé trop loin et elles me poussent sur le canapé. Ma jupe est retroussée et mon haut enlevé.

– Désormais c’est comme ta fille, plus de soutien-gorge ni de culotte c’est compris? crie Farida.

Je hoche la tête, apeurée. Leia sort mes seins de leurs balconnets et triture la pointe. Farida déclare qu’il faut tester les nouveaux achats et sort le plus gros des godes ceintures. Elle se l’attache et se positionne derrière moi. Je suis placée debout au milieu du salon, courbée en avant tandis que Farida s’enfonce entre mes lèvres déjà bien mouillées depuis le début de la journée.

Je gémis sourdement sous l’intromission et Leila vient de placer devant moi, ses doigts roulant mes tétons et son regard sombre se plongeant dans le mien.

Sa voix suave caresse mes oreilles :

– Alors nous parlions de ton autre fille. Je veux que tu lui dises de venir pour le week-end prochain et sans discuter! reprend-elle.

Je bois ses paroles et hoche la tête, soumise à son autorité naturelle. Farida me baise violemment et Leia me pince les tétons. De la bave coule sur mes seins et je gémis comme une folle, totalement excitée par la situation. Deux de mes élèves sont en train de faire ce qu’elles veulent de moi tout comme elles l’ont fait avec ma fille juste avant. Leia continue de me dire des choses très cochonnes sur mes deux filles tout en me pressant les tétons. Je me perds dans la jouissance et perds la notion du réel. Mes yeux sont perdus au loin tandis que j’avance vers les coups de bassin de Farida, bouche ouverte et bave coulant sur mes seins.

Tout à coup, toute l’excitation de la journée, les plans vicieux mis en place, les coups de boutoir de Farida et la perversité de Leia ont raison de moi et je pars dans une jouissance telle que je m’écrase au sol. Tout ce que je peux voir à la fin, c’est Leia et Farida ricaner puis je tombe dans un sommeil profond.

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After breaking up with my last girlfriend I very quickly started dating the next girl. It turned out that she was my ex-girlfriend. Sex was seemingly normal, but very quickly we started looking for some novelty.

One day Kinga said she would like to watch some porn with me. It was a time when everything was not yet available on the internet, the internet was just crawling. Since it wasn’t so easily accessible, you had to buy the disc together with the newspaper, which of course I gladly did.

Porn was not high quality at all and I must admit that it was very strange to sit together with a girl and watch some crap on a computer screen. She really wanted to watch, and it turned out that she felt embarrassed about it. After the “watching” was over, she didn’t even want to start playing or anything like that, so after a very short time we went to bed and that was it. There wasn’t even standard sex for over a week. After a long time, when we started having sex again, I once heard a question from her:

— Could you touch yourself Edirne Escort a little with me?

I then asked if she wanted me to take off my panties and show her my cock she said:

— Yes and show me how you touch yourself

I replied to her:

— I don’t touch myself but I masturbate

— Masturbation is a disgusting word — she replied and I said:

— Masturbation is a normal word, it would probably be disgusting if I told you that I’m jerking off or cumming on my hand.

Of course, there was a rather long silence and, as usual, a cooling of relations in bed.

While we started sleeping together again, one day during the evening games Kinga asked if I could jack off on her tits. As I was already in the middle of fucking her pussy, I easily pulled my cock out of her, pulled off the condom, grabbed my cock in my hand and in a very short time was spurting on her erect nipples. When I finished, I wanted to give her my cock to lick and suck, but she pushed me away from her and ran off to Edirne Escort Bayan the bathroom.

When I had cooled down, I followed her to see if she was okay. She was sitting on the toilet and wiping cum off herself with toilet paper. I asked if she was ok, to which she only replied:

— You are a disgusting and perverted pig that you just prefer to do yourself well over a woman!

I told her that she wanted me to start banging myself, to which she replied:

— It’s disgusting, perverse and humiliating for me that you fucked me instead of ending up like a normal loving couple!

For next few days no sex again. It was really disappointing to hear about finishing on her tits and few minutes later that it was perverse.

I’ve decided to find out another porn movie to watch with her. This time it was from private store and I made mistake asking seller for something softer. That woman probably was convinced I was afraid to ask for something harder or she just wanted to do prank on me.

So Escort Edirne I came back to Kinga and told her I have another, better movie we could watch and have fun in bed later.

Well… It was total disaster. She saw “softer” porn what appeared to be worse and more aggressive than anything she’s ever seen. Woman on romantic dinner with her man. There were coming home by limo and after door of big house were open by butler, they went to the bedroom. Lady was cock hungry whore who was already ready for action and sucked man’s dick balls deep. Man fingered her both holes and licked them hard. They asked butler to join them, so the woman was split roast fucked in mouth and pussy. Few minutes later man was in her ass and butler in pussy. Short time later both were cumming on her tongue and tits.

It wasn’t the best choice to watch with girl friend who knew nothing about porn. Since this moment she didn’t want to have sex in other than classical position. Kinga didn’t even rise her legs to make easier entrance for me to the pussy. She said again I’m perverted pig who is obsessed with porn and vulgar brutal sex. She was afraid I’d fuck her in her ass

Shortly after these events we parted ways and for a long time I was convinced that it was better for a woman not to see a man doing himself.

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Naughty Before Dinner

Hailee was busy at the stove managing the last of the pot roast and the vegetables. As she scooped potatoes and carrots from the crockpot, she heard him come in through the front door. Jared called out “hello”.

She replied with a “hey”, but did not turn to face him. Instead, she bent over to check the broccoli in the oven. It was hot work at the stove, so she had earlier put on loose shorts, tank top, and tied her hair on top of her head in a messy bun. Checking the oven gave him a full view of her ass. The loose shorts showing just the edge of her cheek. Like she wanted.

He took full notice and put his things down on the entry table. Still with her back to him, he went around the island and kissed the back of her neck. Hailee had a slightly salty taste that was intoxicating. She felt a low buzz of joy in her neck where he kissed her. She oohed to herself and turned to face him.

“Set the table and let’s eat, cooed Hailee.

“Ok”, he replied.

But, he was not done. He made sure to touch her hips on the way by. Brush across her ass as he carried plates past. Let loose gentle, hot breath on her ear as he leaned in to get cups from the cabinet. All of these little sensations were creating a flush in her. She had hot tingling spots of pleasure on her hips, ear, and ass. On his last pass with the flatware he squeezed past her and dragged his cock across her ass. She could feel his fullness.

With the table set, it was clear, dinner had to wait. Hailee leaned against the island and gave him the look he knew well. He stepped up and kissed her gently on the mouth. Multiple small kisses that gradually grew to deep kisses. She licked his lips and darted her tongue in his mouth. He sucked, just hard enough she could not pull it out. Then he released. He kissed her cheek and then Edirne Escort the corner of her jaw. Next, he nibbled her ear lobe, setting off tingles and heat in her ear and neck. He worked his way down the neck to her shoulder and then across the skin to the front so he was kissing her chest above the breasts.

She was fully flushed now. Her areola full and nubby. Her nipples standing erect and straining at the bra. She could feel her vulva and labia get hot and swell. Suddenly she wanted more. She reached down and loosed his pants and tugged. His pants came down to his knees and this underwear dropped enough to show his full head. Pointed up and engorged.

She grabbed his hips and pulled the penis hard against her pubis. It was like pushing a joy button. The feel of that hard rod pressing against her flushed vulva made her gasp.

He gently pulled away and grabbed her shorts and underwear and gently pulled them off. He gazed at her beautiful triangle of hair; the engorged pink labia poking out of her swollen vulva. As he stood up, he lightly dragged his hands along her thighs on a gentle curve inward so he could run his fingers along the outside of the vulva.

From the vulva Jared’s hands snake behind and under her ass. He lifts gently and she jumps on the island. Now her breasts are face high for him. He reaches around behind and unclasps the bra while she pulls her shirt off. Her breasts are full with pink areola and large erect nipples. He immediately puts his mouth to her tits and lightly drags his teeth across the areola and all the way to the tip of the nipple. It is like being tickle-scratched with fingernails and causes her to throw her head back, with hot pleasure building in her nipples. She is desperate for him to palm her breasts and squeeze, but he is occupied. So she brings Edirne Escort Bayan up one hand and squeezes her breast.

He kisses his way down her torso until he gets to the triangle of soft hair. He gently breathes hot air causing a warming sensation. Then his kisses move outward and he kisses along the inner thigh as he kneels. She puts her feet on his shoulders, knees apart with her pleasure fully exposed to him. The engorged labia poking through and the flushed vulva are pink and glistening; waiting for pleasure.

He begins with long flat licks that run from the taint to the clit. The pleasure building as the tongue slides between the labia with a crest of hot tingle at the clit. Lick. Taint, Lick. Clit. Taint. Clit. Her pussy tingles and tightens. Her breasts scream for attention, but Hailee fears if she lets go of the counter the spell will be broken.

He is slowly shortening his licks so that the clitoris gets more attention, but she does not notice. The pressure building in her pubis and the heat growing in her vulva is too intense. She only knows he can’t stop. She needs release. His strokes become so short that he is only sucking on the clit. This puts her over the top.

Her head drops backwards, her back arches, and her hips begin to shudder as waves of pleasure ride the shudders of her pelvis out to her entire body. He has to hold on tightly while she squeezes his head with her thighs. He pulls back as the shudders lessen. She slumps flat on the island while the tingles of orgasm dissipate through her body.

He stands up and puts her legs on his shoulders. Then he reaches down and grabs her hips. She knows. She arches up and helps him pull her to the edge. He presses his cock against her vulva and makes short thrusts, sliding his cock between her labia just like he licked. Escort Edirne This feels great, but again her need builds and the tightness begins. This is not enough. Sensing this, he makes a full thrust and slides fully inside. She gasps as he fills her. He begins circular motions that rub the clitoris and leans over her to massage her tits.

Jared palms them from below, filling his hands with firm flesh. He squeezes and the pleasure runs straight to the nipples. He knows they need release so he squeezes each nipple between his thumb and fingers and rolls firmly. All the hot electricity in her breasts releases to her body and she can feel herself get wetter.

Using her breasts as an anchor, he begins to thrust in earnest. She can feel the length of him slide out and in. His head rubbing her g-spot and his pubis slapping against her clit giving spikes of pleasure on each stroke.

Her pubis once again begins to tighten with pleasure held back. She can feel hot need just beyond a wall and she wants to break that wall. As the thrusts become more intense, he moves his hands to her hips.

She begins to squeeze her breasts and tweak her nipples. In and out. In and out. The hard counter under her ass disappears from her mind. The gentle discomfort of her raised legs fades to nothing. There is only the rhythmic building of pleasure. Her vag is stretched as tight as it can get and then it breaks.

Heat and electricity release into her body in a rush. She shudders as her pubis squeezes out every bit of pleasure. Wave after wave of heat and electricity. It is like she has been undone. She only knows pleasure and release.

Slowly the world comes into focus and the counter is uncomfortable and her hips are tight. She kicks a leg over his head and turns around. Laying on the counter, her breasts tingle as they are smashed against the cool counter. Legs spread with her pleasure on display, he enters her with intent. Grabbing her hips he thrusts until he groans softly and holds himself all the way in for as long as he can.

She turns and smiles at him. “Dinner is ready.”

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I felt hungry. For food of course. I was going to get a snack and hoped there’s some around. I looked down and rubbed my belly as it was growling loudly. Then when I looked up, I found myself holding a pair of tongs. Why am I holding them and what for? I asked myself. Upon moving the tongs out of the line of vision, there were two pieces of fine-looking thick steaks with a bit of pepper-looking seasoning on them, sitting neatly in two frying pans, right in front of me. That sight coupled with the sound of sizzling meat in hot oil became apparent to me that I was cooking…without the memory of ever having started that action.

Soon after there was a distinct feeling of lacking something. Distinct because it also implied a lack of feeling about something bodily. And in that moment, I realised that was the lack of other clothing apart from the dark greenish apron that had been bound to my body all along.

Oh my god! I might have zoned out to that place again.

As I looked around, I found I was in an unfamiliar place. It appeared to be an apartment. Am I the Sam guy again or someone else? I thought to myself. Then came the urge to check the mirror to answer that question myself. But before it could happen, another question sprung up in my mind: two pieces of steaks suggest two meals for two people, one for me then who the other one would be? Silly me. It might have been for two other people besides me.

As I turned away to search for a bathroom for a mirror, there were knocks at the door, prompting my immediate attention. I glanced at the door slowly and was worried by the thought that what if this is not that place where the concepts of “nude” and “clothes” are non-existent (check out my “Waking up in a strange World”). If this is not that place, then I may still have been in my normal world and opening to whoever was on the side of that door with only an apron on is definitely not a good idea. So, I thought I was better off finding something extra to put on before getting to that entrance.

The pounding came the second time. This time sounded obviously more forceful. Better think fast and act quick, the thought rushed through my head. Then I noticed there was a peep hole in the door, and an idea came to mind: maybe I can just try peeking through to see how the person is. If he or she is naked, then yes it would be quite safe to conclude that I’ve been “transported” in this realm, if not, then it’s better luck for him or her to come around…next time. I’m just going to pretend no one is home.

Calmly and carefully, I took a peek through the peephole. There was a young woman on the other side of the door. She looked kind of familiar. The lighting outside was a bit poor, so I could not be sure. She was also looking kind of impatient and a bit worried. Who is this lady? What is she here for? I asked myself as I leaned forward and pressed my forearm against the door right above the peephole.

I kept looking for clues of no clothings but to no avail, the peep hole only showed the girl’s from the top of her head to the middle of the chest. There was no sight of any clothes seen about her but she could have had some down there. I was not sure. But I wanted to be sure. Suddenly, I had another idea: how about I just open the door just a little bit and I’ll just stick about half of my face out with the rest of my almost totally naked body hidden behind the door of course and look for, well, any sign of woman’s clothes on her. If there is some, I’ll just excuse her and slam the door with a note that I will be back.

Lock clicked followed by a long slow creak at the door, my eye was between the door’s edge and the door frame. There she was, standing with a big but pleasant smile. Her arms fully stretched down and in front and then joined together at the hands where a bottle of wine that read “VinJard” was hanging. And the best of all, except for the sandals, she was completely naked. I let out a breath of sheer relief.

Yes, only then I was certain that I got spirited to that world again.

“Hey Sam, what took you so long? In the middle of something?” she gleefully greeted.

Yes, I was Sam again. And this woman was none other than his wife Cindy.

“Hey Cindy….Please come on in…” I greeted back pretty awkwardly, and swung the door wide open.

She then raised the bottle up, put it next to her left cheek with a big wide smile and said, “For our very first private date!”

But before I could think the next thought, she stepped toward me, put a hand under my apron searching for my penis and then gently touched it. Her other hand was placed on my waist. She picked her chin up and placed a small kiss on my lips. I didn’t know how to react, so I put my hands on both sides of her small waist and then ran them down the outer thighs, hoping I was doing the right thing, culturally. Her skin felt smooth. There was also a faint scent of sweetness about her. She then looked down with a subtle disappointment on her face and removed Edirne Escort herself from my body as though she was expecting me to do something else. In other words, I messed up.

First date? Wow! So, this is even before I actually first met her.

“Hey, are you hungry? I’m making food. Two steaks…” I told eagerly.

How massively lucky this guy Sam is to be able to get a date with this beautiful lady! I think Sam deserves my praise.

“What a nice place you got here!” Cindy complimented as she was taking off the scandals. Her nice big pair of boobs were hanging freely and majestically as she bent over. That made blood quickly rush to my cock.

“Do you want me to help you with anything? How about I prep the table for us?” she asked, to which I replied with a nod and a smile.

Cindy placed the bottle in the centre of the round dining table surrounded by four chairs, pulled one of the chairs and sat it next to another chair and then pushed the rest to the corner. I guess she preferred it that way instead of sitting face-to-face like how couples would sit. She then went to the kitchen, and rummaged through several drawers and cupboards looking for some cutlery and a couple of glasses. I saw it but did not help because I myself had no idea where they were, so I looked away focusing on transferring the meat onto the plates. There was a pan of some steaming hot sauce sitting on the kitchen counter. I guessed that was for the steaks so I grabbed it and poured onto them. As though I knew what I was doing.

A few minutes or so later, I looked at the table. Two plates of deliciousness. Two medium-sized glasses of half full of the purple-coloured wine which she had just brought. Having steaks with a knife and a fork, and a good glass of wine. I guess that is the universal way of doing it. Even here.

“I believe everything is set. Please have a seat, Cindy!” I invited.

“Cheers!” Cindy and I clinked our glass and took the first sip. It was a pleasant drink.

“So, tell me what are you doing for a living?” I fired the question as I was carving into the meat for the first piece.

“I work at the library,” she answered after swallowing a small piece of meat. She then took a sip of the wine.

“I sort books in there,” she continued, and then cut another piece.

Sensing the lack of passion in her response, I felt bad. Have I done something wrong to her? I could not tell. I’m not from this world, so I can’t really beat myself up for that. But still, I felt bad because I was in this Sam’s meatsuit and not doing him any favours so far. I might have been doing harm to him. But then I was reminded by the fact that Cindy was going to marry this guy later on anyway. So, if this one turned out to be a letdown for the lady, then maybe Sam would have made it up for her some other times in the future.

I rambled on about my interests in talking with friends, reading, writing and working out, especially about the reading and writing part because I was trying to relate them to books and libraries, hoping that would spark her interests somehow. Even though she appeared attentive during the conversation, I still felt there was still a lack of interest in her beautiful eyes that put an awkward smile onto my face every time I gazed into them. It had been twenty minutes now, and apparently no progress had been made so far.

Out of frustration, I tapped the table then glanced at the saucepan on the bench. “Would you like any more sauce? I don’t want to boast but my sauce is super delicious.”.

“No thanks. I still got plenty here. What’s the secret? Did you put your cum into it?” She chuckled and took another sip.

Wow, that “cum” bit came out of nowhere. I was speechless for a few seconds. But that magically elevated the lady’s mood noticeably. Is it how romance works in this world? Couples being overly sexual on the get-go like that? Could it be the wine? A booze talk? But even if that was the booze talk, that was very bold for a woman according to my standard.

“Who knows? Might be some in it that sweetens the taste and thickens the texture. Don’t you think?” It was the booze talk from me now.

“Ooh really…gotta try it raw to find out.” She glanced at the table where my dick was probably under with a grin while holding a glass to her lips.

I gulped more wine as I realised like my world, alcohol also gives people a good load of romantic and sexual courage in courtship.

“How about I put some in your wine to spice up the flavour and perhaps…thicken it up?” I challenged as I clinked the just-emptied glass against the table. It must have been glass number four for me now.

She giggled and then handed me her glass with about a bit of wine still in it. “Here you go! Pour me a full load, will ya?”

“Don’t you want more wine in that?” I asked

“Nah this is enough. That’ll do. More wine will overwhelm the taste of it. Plus, I want it…thicker,” said Cindy with her now cheeky face.

Blood Edirne Escort Bayan began to gush to my junk, enlarging it in every direction until I felt the tip of my cockhead touch the surface under the table.

I grabbed the glass, pushed my seat a little bit out and held it below my crotch as I remained seated. I squeezed her breasts for extra encouragement. The lady pulled her seat closer to mine. Then I started jerking my cock with the other hand. Occasionally, I let go of it and squeezed her breast to get extra blood flowing down there.

“Let me help.” Her voice was gentle yet inviting.

Cindy grabbed my cock. Her hand was warm. Her grip barely contained the girth of it, and only covered about a third of the length. Then she started jerking the shaft passionately. Up and down. Minutes later I was starting to pant with my face turned upward to the ceiling and my eyes rolled up. I nodded down a few times to check and soon found there were bundles of thick veins wrapping around my dick, seemingly choking it so hard that I’d imagine the whole thing would burst a mixture of cum and blood any second.

I began to grunt more loudly. It’s coming in hot and so am I! On that verge, I squeezed her breast even harder. She was now working it with both hands. My dick began to blush from all that intense friction.

“Give it to me, Sam! Give it all! C’mon baby!”. The more she urged, the faster and harder her hand moved.

My dick erected so strongly that we both were struggling to get the cockhead into the glass while in the sitting position. So as my cock was about to shoot, I quickly stood up and bent over, so the cockhead would be positioned into the glass more easily.

I bit down hard teeth-baring and let out a big grunt. Streams of cloudy white fluid came bursting into the glass, repeatedly breaking the wine liquid surface upon each impact. Cindy kept on jerking but at much slower pace, until her jerking resulted in no more drop of cum from the cockhole.

It was a nice finish. A teamwork well done there.

Cindy raised the glass up at her eye level, catching more light from above and seemingly inspecting it, while I threw myself back into the chair and began to breathe heavily.

“Wow! The glass is half-full now…Very impressive! Well done, Sammy!” She complimented with a slight surprise look on her face.

And from the look of it, the drink was now no longer wine mixed with cum but instead cum mixed with wine.

Shaking the glass a few times, Cindy neared it to her nose and took a whiff and praised: “Smells so majestic! This is how the drink should be all along”.

“I wonder if sperms do get drunk…” She was wondering (or perhaps joking)

“Cheer!” she exclaimed and then proceeded to pout her lips out, tilting the glass and taking it sip by sip slowly. Toward the end, she put her chin up, dropped her jaw, stuck her tongue out and patiently waited for the very last drop to hit it.

“Thank you, my love. That was amazing! You are amazing! This might actually be the dish of the day for me.” More praises from her. I was sitting there immobile, legs spread out, still catching my breath.

I was glad she enjoyed it thoroughly and the horrific image of cum and blood was after all a fantasy. But to be honest, I found her enjoyment a world different from what I had expected a lady to have on the first date with a guy. And that made me curious…

“Did you always enjoy this?” I asked. And what I meant by “this” was the act of swallowing cum.

“Well, actually this is my first-time having wine with cum,” Cindy confessed.

I was feeling a bit special, but then what followed shocked me greatly. “My ex came on my food in the middle of the dinner like this one here before,” she continued.

“Wow, that was wild!” I immediately exclaimed.

“Tasted a bit stronger than yours…but it was okay,” she added.

There could have been more wows from me, but the only thing I could do was staring at her speechlessly. The girls must have a habit or hobby of tasting semen. Or it might go for all women around here.

Cindy leaned toward me, laced her fingers together, placed them on my left shoulder, rested her chin on it, and said softly into my ears: “I think I have an idea. I’m going to give you something in return. Something both fun and tasty. Would you like to know?”

“Sure baby. I’d love to hear it., I replied

Cindy reached for the knife and fork and then proceeded to cut out a big piece of steak on her plate about a middle finger big.

“Let’s see how adventurous you are” She smiled while holding the piece of meat between her index and thumb finger.

Cindy then stood up, bent over and spread her legs out. Unexpectedly, she shove the piece of steak into her vagina slowly until it was totally buried deep behind the lips. Then she sat back down, crossed her legs, looked at me again, and bit her lip.

“Let it marinate a little bit. I’m sure it will Escort Edirne be the best steak you’ve ever tasted in your life,” she assured

When she mentioned “tasted”, I instantly understood what was coming next.

After a minute or so, she again stood up, bent over, and spread her legs out. She then began to reach her hand down her crotch. Slowly and almost skilfully, she pulled the meat out in one piece. She then sat back down, leaned toward and started waving the piece in front of me.

“Eat me!” she invited with a wicked smile.

I was hesitant at first but then thinking if she had the guts to swallow my cum (with wine), I wondered why I should be refraining myself from this “invitation”. I was convincing myself that if I refused, she might think that I was weak, that I was not fully in the game, that I was too shy and sexually withdrawn. I hate it when women think I’m sexually weak or awkward, so now I’m going to show her the complete opposite.

I dropped my jaw and my mouth was wide open. Bite by bite, the steak gradually went in and eventually disappeared into my oral cavity. I even sucked her fingers clean once I was done, showing her that I really appreciated the experience.

“Magnificent!” I complimented at which she burst out in laughter.

She grabbed my head, pulled me closer to her and kissed me passionately.

As our lips separated, I proposed “Shall we fuck?”

“You need to ask?” she replied, nodding her head and glancing at my junk.

I put my one arm around Cindy’s shoulders and the other under her thighs. And thanks to Sam’s large muscular structure, I was able to lift her entire body up with ease. I proceeded to carry her to the big couch next to the dining table. With her fine body on my arms, I walked with a great sense of pride that exponentially expanded and lifted up my chest. I felt larger than life!

I put her back on the couch but she swiftly rolled over, and lay on her stomach with her elbows planted on the couch. With the S curves formed by her arch of the lower back and the finely shaped ass, she could get any man.

I slipped my hands under her chest and gently squeezed her tits. I started kissing and licking her shoulders and upper back from side to side. Then I slowly worked my lips and tongue all the way down to the butt cheeks. Tapping them a few beats like a pair of bongos with my hands made us giggle like a bunch of children.

Her skin tasted so good that I had to give it a few love bites here and there on the back as well as the soft and succulent ass. She let out a few soft “ah” as I did so.

“Come on, Sam. Get it in there quick! After all that, your “boy” must be very…thirsty now. It needs some…water. And I’m so wet now!” Cindy urged, turning the right side of her face toward me with her hair covering the other side.

I slid my cock against her butt crack a few times, then dug the cockhead deeper until it reached her vaginal lips and proceeded to rubbing and moving it between the pussy and anus. She immediately dropped her jaw and let out a long moan.

I stopped it at her opening a few seconds and then thrusted my precious cock inside her with my hand at about a little more than an inch from the lips.

“Let my “brother” down here have a little taste of the juicy meat you just fed me please” I joked. As Cindy was laughing out loud at it, her laughter filled the air with the smell of the alcohol.

I then began to lean forward and on top of her. As I did so, my cock slowly penetrated her pussy to which she wailed uncontrollably along the way. My elbows were planted next to hers. I slipped my hands under hers. Our fingers were now tightly intertwined and our palms were inseparable.

Placing a few kisses on her left shoulder, I commenced pounding away on her ass. A series of moans now echoed across the room and they were getting louder by the second. Her moans started to match my every in-stroke.

Cindy finally came. And at the same time, a loud wail shot out of her mouth. Her neck overextended. Orgasmic pulses could be sensed all over her body. Her finger nails dug hard into the back of my hands. I kept on throbbing when it happened and by my many powerful and fast hip thrusts, her vaginal juice got splattered all over her ass, my lower abs, dick, and balls.

I stopped. “Oh…it felt so damn good…you’re so wild…baby!” Cindy turned and complimented with a few sharp inhalations in between. Her face went wild and somewhat lustful. “I just showered your junk with my cum, so now it’s your turn to shower mine with yours,” she suggested with an evil smile.

I looked at Cindy for a few seconds, stretched my lips out, and showed her an evil grin in exchange. With my cock still buried deep inside her, I let go my right hand from hers, slipped it under her right tit, and gave it a nice little squeeze. I then moved the hand up and grabbed her right shoulder and pulled her torso with me as I turned my body to lie on my left side. Her hips actively rotated in unison with mine, suggesting the mutual understanding of what was coming next: a spooning position.

“Make my little “sister” down there happy. Make me happy. Make me proud. And most importantly make me a mother…if you can” Cindy demanded.

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This story involves gay and lesbian BDSM and pain play. If BDSM / Pain play isn’t your thing, skip this story. If gay isn’t your thing, skip this story. If pet play is your thing, there is one short segment in the middle of the story that you might want to read.

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Jake, Dave and John had been close friends since high school. Actually they were friends long before high school. Jake and Dave had known each other since forever and John became their friend when his parents moved into the neighborhood just before he started school.

The three boys were originally part of a much larger circle of friends, but in high school things slowly began to change. The change occurred when their friends began to gradually merge into the dating and party scene until it was just them… and Doreen. Then at the end of their Junior year Doreen left. She stopped by Jake’s house to say goodbye. As usual, Dave and John were also there.

“I’m eighteen now,” she said with a sad smile. “I figured it was time to come out to my parents.” She grimaced and continued, “That didn’t go over well. They kicked me out of the house. I’ve got an aunt in Chicago who said I can come live with her until I graduate high school. I guess I should have kept the closet door closed until I graduated.”

The boys offered their condolences, but there wasn’t anything they could do. After Doreen left, Jake said with a laugh, “Half the school thinks we’re queer, too. They call us The Three Amigos and laugh behind our backs.”

“I’m not attracted to guys,” Dave said firmly. Then he shrugged and said, “I’m just not attracted to girls… as girls.”

“I guess we are just attracted to each other,” John said. Then he laughed and added, “… as The Three Amigos .”

They finished their senior year and were all accepted to the big state university. Both John and Dave had other offers, but those other offers didn’t include enough money so they both chose the state school where they would be better able to afford things. Freshman year, however, they soon realized that it was room and board that was really killing them. The scholarships they had been able to get were specifically for tuition and fees. That helped a lot but they still had to come up with money for the dorm and for the food service and for a thousand other things they hadn’t thought about. After a semester of trying to scrape by on minimum wage part-time jobs, they rented a run-down furnished apartment together. There was a kitchen, living room, and three bedrooms. One was bigger and had a really big bed. The other two were really small and had regular single beds. They drew cards to decide who got the big bed and Jake won.

Living together settled into a routine that eventually led to them mutually realizing that they were a lot more than friends. One weekend, they were watching some weird movies– as usual– and drinking beer– as usual. Actually, they were drinking a LOT of beer because John had won a decent-sized prize on a lottery scratch ticket and splurged for a couple of large pizzas and a refrigerator full of sixpacks. The next morning, they all woke up together in the big king-sized bed in Jake’s front bedroom.

“Did we do what I think we did last night?” John asked, looking sheepishly at Dave and Jake.

“Do you mean fucking each other rather than just laying in our own beds and jacking off while thinking about each other?” Jake said with a smile.

“Then, yes,” Dave continued, “we did what you think we did. He paused and asked, “Any regrets?”

“No,” John said, “except maybe why didn’t we do this a long time ago.”

That afternoon, John, who was an art major, painted a sign for their apartment door. It was a caricature of each of them wearing huge black sombreros beneath the words, “The Three Amigos.”

He explained, “I copied that from a poster for that weird Steve Martin movie from the 1980s.”

“Think anyone is going to get upset?” asked Dave, “… cultural appropriation and all that?”

“We’ll just tell them that we are an exotic dance team and that is our stage name,” Jake said with a laugh.

John and Dave joined him in his laughter until John, suddenly became serious and said, “Wait a minute.” He turned to the others with a smile and added, “That just might work.”

“What might work?” Dave asked.

“Dancing!” John nearly yelled,

“We all have really good bodies,” he continued. “And we can all dance really well… at least we can all move really well with the music.” He stopped and looked back and forth between Jake and Dave before finishing with, “And we all REALLY need the money.”

Dave raised his eyebrows and said, “Maybe you’re right. Why should it be just the sorority chicks who can make some good extra money in the strip clubs?”

After a few silent moments, Jake, a theater major, said, “I know where I can get some hokey Amigo costumes. It will just be a matter of modifying them with breakaway seams.”

And so was born, The Three Amigos club act.

Their first night was… well… a first night. They got appreciative whistles and catcalls from the half-drunken ladies present at the club as they danced provocatively around the stage. But they didn’t get a lot of money in their g-strings, even after they had danced out around the tables. They were paid a little more than minimum wage, but the money was in the tips, even if they did have to give 10% back to Barney, the club owner, to “share with the other staff.”

At the end of the night, Barney told them gruffly as he took his 10%, “Give it a month. If things don’t improve I might have an idea for you.”

Things didn’t improve. Four weeks later, Barney called them into his office. “You guys are good,” he began, “really good … at dancing. But you can’t fake it for the ladies. They just aren’t connecting and paying out. I watched the audiences, though, and there were always a handful of guys that would have been pushing big bills down your cups if they weren’t here with a date.”

“So?” said Jake.

“I think you’re at the wrong club,” Barney said firmly. “I think you should be across town at the Purple Oyster. He laughed and said, “I run that one too.” He paused and then said, “It’s an openly gay and lesbian bar just outside the city limits. The only problem is that the acts that really pull in the dough there also have a heavy BDSM or pain component to their act.”

“I see,” said Dave softly.

“Give it a shot,” Barney said. “Maybe you can pull in enough with just the dancing.” He paused and then smiled and added, “But I’m a pretty good judge of people, and I think all three of you Amigos would be up for some bondage or pain play.”

He handed them a card with the club’s address on it and said, “If you show up next Friday night, I’ll know I’ve got some new dancers.” He laughed and said, “Keep the Three Amigos bit, that works. Just figure out how to add something more to the act.”

The next week The Three Amigos opened at the Purple Oyster. They stayed out front and watched the other acts before going backstage and getting into their costumes. This time there was applause, whistles, and cat-calls as they began to strip away the hokey Mexican outfits. The whole place started laughing and applauding loudly when the pants came off and instead of regular g-strings there was a little black leather sombrero keeping things legal. When they left the stage there was a goodly amount of bills tucked into their g-strings and sombreros. After everyone’s first set. Barney came back stage and commented on how the various acts were received.

Then he took The Three Amigos aside. “You guys are really great dancers,” he said firmly, “but if you just dance, you gotta be here dancing four, five days a week to make any real dough. And you got to start with the six o’clock show. But if you bring in the whips and paddles, you make the same amount in just the two after hours shows on the weekend.” He paused and then said, “Two shows versus maybe fifteen or twenty or even thirty. Think about it.”

During the third set, when The Three Amigos were down to just their g-string sombreros, they danced out around some of the tables trolling for extra tips. One rough looking lady in an all leather outfit with an overly-effeminate young woman with flaming red hair sitting next to her held out a twenty and said, “This is yours if I can give your ass ten swats.”

Without really thinking about it, Dave said, “Five and with just your hand.”

“Come here honey,” she replied. Then in a very firm voice she said, “Hands on the table and bend over so Precious can see your ass.”

He leaned over and put his hands on the table. The first “Smack!” came immediately. Dave grunted but didn’t yell out. The second swat was harder and on his other cheek. Leather lady alternated two more swats before hitting low across both cheeks so that her hand slammed into the back of his ball sack. That got a much louder grunt.

As Dave stayed leaned against the table catching his breath, precious said in a very little girl voice, “Is that what my ass looks like when you spank me?”

Leather lady replied, “You’ve got a much nicer looking ass, precious, but in the end, yours looks just as red.”

Dave stood up and the lady laughed slightly. “I’m always impressed by a man who tips his hat to a lady.”

He didn’t understand until he looked down and saw that his little sombrero was pushed aside by his nearly erect dick. Leather lady said, “Let me fix that for you,” as she pulled the sombrero back in place and then tucked an additional twenty dollar bill inside.

When they got backstage, Dave said to Jake and John, “I really didn’t expect that.”

“Getting spanked or getting off on it?” John asked quickly.

Dave answered, “Yes,” and then turned very red.

“Don’t get embarrassed,” Jake said. At least you didn’t shoot off into the hat.

Dave looked surprised, and then even moreso when John said, “Now I don’t feel so bad about almost breaking the damn g-string that holds the hat.”

Dave looked back and forth between them and then said, “Maybe Barney is a good judge of people after all.”

Jake added, “And maybe we CAN make some real money here.”

John was silent for a while. Then he said, “And I’ve got an idea.” When Jake and Dave looked at him, he said, “You gotta have a gimmick and I think The Three Amigos are just to ones to come up with something unique. Let me talk to Barney after the last act tonight.”

When they got home, John said, “This may take a little while to build a following, but if we are regular about it, I think we can make some real money.”

“What do we have to do?” Jake and Dave asked in unison.

“Dave,” John began, “you need to use your civil engineering construction skills to build what is basically a large barrel on legs. Jake, you need to use your theater skills to figure out how to make it easily roll out onto the stage. And I will use my artistic talent create a huge ferocious looking bull’s head and a very muscular body.” He then began to draw out what he had in mind.

“I can make that work,” Dave said, “but I think it has to round off a bit in the back to do what you want to do.”

“And the body has to be bigger if the surprise is going to work,” Jake said. “And I think it should be lower in the front to display things better on stage.”

And so was born the “The Three Amigos and the Bull of Pain .”

After the bull was finally completed, they decided to go full in and stopped dancing on week days. But they didn’t limit themselves to just the after hours show. Their plan required that they started dancing at four o’clock on Friday and Saturday. That meant five performances before closing time, but John insisted that they think of it as one really long performance each night.

After each dancing set, The Three Amigos trolled for additional tips, but as they did they were holding clear plastic containers with their pictures on them. In large letters beneath the picture it said, “Help Keep Me Off The Bull of Pain.” If someone asked what that was all about, they would answer, “You really have to stay for the after hours show to find out.”

One thing which Dave hadn’t anticipated was that the Amigos had gotten an instant reputation when the Leather Lady spanked Dave. At least twice each night someone proposed a table spanking, usually, but not always for Dave. Jake, Dave, and John had decided that they needed to be consistent about the cost per swat and agreed upon “One for five, Edirne Escort five for twenty, an even dozen for forty.” If someone asked for more than a dozen, the answer was always, “Hey, I’ve still got to dance tonight. Wait for the after-hours show. Maybe I will be the one on the Bull.” That was one more incentive for people to stay… and pay… for the after-hours show. Barney was very pleased when the after-hours crowd was larger than normal.

The after-hours show took advantage of a loophole in the liquor license laws. On Friday and Saturday night at exactly twelve forty-five, he would announce, “We will be closing in fifteen minutes. If you are returning for the after-hours show, please get your drink orders in now.”

The waitresses and waiters would hurry from table to table getting the drink orders. Then at exactly one, Barney would yell out, “Closing time. Everyone out.”

People there for the first time were always a bit confused, but the regulars knew the drill. They would all walk out into the large lobby and Barney would close the inside doors, flip the Open sign over to Closed, and shut off the outside signs. Then he would re-open the door and say, “Welcome to the Purple Oyster After-Hours Club. Remember no alcohol can be purchased or served, only soft drinks and food. Admission charge is twenty dollars per person, payable at your tables.”

He then returned to behind the bar while the wait staff, who were mostly the same staff as before the club closed, but were now totally naked, collected the admission fees and took orders for snacks and soft drinks. Since the Purple Oyster was technically closed and rented out to the Purple Oyster After-Hours Club, which was in his wife’s name, and since no alcohol was sold or served at the Purple Oyster After-Hours Club, the ridiculously prurient regulations of the liquor license board didn’t apply. In other words, after hours anything goes… well almost anything. There could be no direct touching of genitalia because that could be considered prostitution. So no touching unless it was “accidental contact.” It was amazing how accident prone the after hours group tended to be.

Just to be sure that no one crossed the line intentionally, the acts were supposed to remain backstage before they went on. Afterwards, if they changed or dressed or whatever, they could go out front, but no one could go out front in their performance costumes. That notice was posted in several places backstage primarily to satisfy Barney’s lawyers. Since the after-hours crowd included almost every imaginable BDSM outfit, including naked slaves kneeling at their Master or Mistresses feet, no one could really tell if any of the performers went out front to mingle with the patrons.

The Three Amigos , however, needed to stay backstage. That was because the Bull of Pain designed by John, needed to be brought into position after the last regular act. They watched from backstage as Barney introduced Mistress Leather and precious to start things out.

Mistress Leather was a favorite at the Purple Oyster, and so was precious. Slave precious was not Mistress Leather’s first slave. There had been others through the years, but precious was by far the palest and whitest of the young women who had served Mistress Leather. Mistress Leather liked a white ass… a really white ass… because it showed each imprint of the hand or paddle so clearly. For that reason all of her subs had been red heads and precious was the reddest and palest of them all. Slave precious had also been with her the longest. Perhaps their relationship was not as casual as the others had been. Perhaps there was more than sex and power which bound them together.

“Fellow pain aficionados,” Barney called out loudly, “the Purple Oyster is officially closed. No alcohol may be purchased from the bar. We are just a group of people who are gathered together because we like pain and like to watch the five couples or groups that have decided tonight to display their particular pain kinks for our pleasure. … And remember our beautiful waitresses and hunky waiters are for viewing only. No touching.” He laughed slightly and then said rather roughly, “And I gave that bullshit introduction because my lawyer said it made it more likely for me to get off if we get raided.”

As the laughter began to fade he added in almost a whisper, “… which we won’t because I have also paid all of the unofficial government fees needed for these after hours shows.”

He then smiled brightly and said loudly, “But you don’t want to hear about how I can get off in court. You are here to get off either seeing someone inflict pain or imagining you are the one receiving the pain.” He laughed again and said, “Maybe by the end of the night you might even have a chance to experience either… or both sides of that.”

He made a sweeping gesture with his hand and said grandly, “So without further talking or other bullshit, we begin with the first of our four acts for tonight. I present our perennial favorite, Mistress Leather and her slave precious.”

Mistress Leather strode onto the stage from stage left while two stagehands dressed in all black rolled precious in from stage right. The rolling platform was a round circle with a somewhat tall spanking bench built on it. The top, padded portion of the bench was exactly at waist height for precious, meaning that she could bend over it if she stood on tip toe. She was bending over it, but was no longer on tip toe. Instead her legs were spread out so that her feet could hook two round wooden pegs which stuck out from the legs of the bench.

On the front side of the bench, precious was tightly gripping two similar round pegs which stuck inward from the legs of the bench. It was pretty obvious that the bench had to have been built specifically for precious because she fit exactly as she stretched herself tight over the top of the spanking bench.

“You will notice,” Mistress Leather said slowly as the stagehands turned the rolling platform completely around, “that my dear precious is not restrained in any way. There are no restraints on her wrists and there are no restraints on her ankles.” She smiled at the crowd. “If she wanted to,” she continued, “she could just get up and walk off the stage. Couldn’t you precious?”

“Oh, I forgot,” Mistress Leather said in mock surprise, “you can’t answer us because you have a ball gag in your mouth.” She chuckled lightly and said, “That ball gag also is not strapped in place. There is a safety piece which curves around precious’ cheeks so she can’t accidentally swallow the gag, but she can… if she want’s to… spit it out.”

She paused with her hand next to her face as if thinking, “I know how we can get precious to tell us things. … one wink for yes, two winks for no.”

The crowd laughed because precious was placed facing away from the crowd with her ass almost glowing white under the stage lights.

“Well,” Mistress Leather said in mock frustration, “you wouldn’t have been able to see her face anyway.”

She then turned to precious and said, “If you can hear me clearly give us one wink for yes.”

The ruby red asshole clenched tight for just a moment and disappeared between precious’ pert white asscheeks.

“Now,” Mistress Leather continued, “are you restrained in any way?”

Two winks of precious’ ass.

“Can you leave if you want to?”

One wink of precious’ ass.

“Do you want to do this?”

One wink of precious’ ass. Then two winks. Then one wink. Then two winks.

“I see some confusion,” Mistress Leather replied. “It looks like you are not sure whether or not you want to do this. Does that mean that you NEED to do this?

The audience applauded loudly when precious winked a yes answer.

“So precious needs this,” Mistress Leather said looking out at the audience. “But how much does she need it?” She put her hands on her hips and said in a lower voice, “And how sure are you that you can predict when precious no longer needs it?”

“It’s simple,” Mistress Leather said as the naked waiters and waitresses scurried out among the tables. “As you give your tip money to the servants, you also give them a slip of paper which predicts when precious breaks. I will start with fifty with my hand. Then there will be twenty-five with the leather paddle followed by twenty-five with the wooden paddle. If precious is still in place I will finish with twelve with a cane. If precious breaks… or orgasms, which might occur… that ends things. Remember, you are not betting, you are merely getting rewarded for your skill should you guess correctly.”

Barney stuck his head back around the corner of the stage and said, “Another speech brought to you by my lawyers. Tip heavy gentlemen. The one who guesses right will be rewarded with ten times his tip.”

While the naked servants were collecting the tips and not-betting slips, Mistress Leather walked over to precious and began rubbing her ass lightly with her hand. In response precious groaned softly. Then the light smacks began. There were ten alternated onto each asscheek. For most people, it would have been impossible to tell that anything had happened, but on precious’ extremely pale skin a faint trace of red began to appear.

Then the smacks became slightly stronger. The impact of Mistress Leather’s fingers could now be heard as another ten smacks were alternated onto each asscheek. Now the hand print was clearly visible evenly spaced from the top of her ass to down where her ass began to merge into her leg.

Mistress Leather did not seem to be swinging any harder, but the “Smack!” sound became much louder as she put her whole hand into it. After another ten, precious’ ass was a bright red.

“We have lit the fire!” Mistress Leather said loudly and then began swinging much harder as she smacked one asscheek and then the other. After about ten more smacks, precious began to grunt and squirm. As the count approached fifty, precious was squeaking and grunting with each smack, but her feet were still firmly under the pegs and her hand were still firmly on the grips.

Mistress Leather stopped and faced the crowd. “Were any of you actually stupid enough to think that a submissive pain slut would possibly quit over a simple hand spanking?”

There was laughter from most of the audience, but a few men looked down and threw scraps of paper onto the table top.

“Let’s see how precious responds to the leather paddle,” Mistress Leather said as she picked up a short leather paddle from the prop table at the edge of the stage.

She approached precious slowly, swinging the paddle through the air as she walked completely around the spanking bench so precious could clearly see what was in her Mistresses hand.

“I’m going to take your gag out of your mouth for the leather paddle,” Mistress Leather said softly. “That is so you can count them properly. We will put it back in when we get to the wooden paddle.”

She held the ball gag by the protector and pulled it from precious’ mouth. She set it on the platform beneath precious and moved around behind her. The first stroke of the leather paddle came suddenly and precious obviously wasn’t expecting it. She screamed loudly and thrashed against the pegs which held her feet in place, but she did not pull her feet out from under them.

“One, Mistress Leather,” precious said when she had regained control.

Mistress Leather continued at an even pace. Everyone… including precious… could predict exactly when the next blow would strike. That was a pain slut’s paradise. A predictable pain that she could go into and open herself up to in advance of the blow.

Then came the twenty-fifth spank. After precious said, “Twenty-four, Mistress Leather,” the paddle did not fall as anticipated. Instead Mistress Leather stood there with the paddle held up high in her right hand while she counted down with the fingers of her left hand. Long after precious expected the paddle to strike her ass, the final finger on Mistress Leather’s left hand closed and her right arm swung down very rapidly.

The loud “Thwack!” as the paddle struck precious’ ass low and in the center was almost drowned out by an extremely loud scream. Slave precious was still screaming when Mistress Leather pushed the ball gag back into her mouth.

“Well,” Mistress Leather said with a crooked smile, “all of you who bet on the leather paddle can tear up your betting… I mean reward slips.”

Mistress Leather walked back over to the prop table and picked up a wooden paddle that was about a meter in length. Such a long paddle was designed to strike both asscheeks at the same time. In fact, it took a skilled spanker to strike only one asscheek at a time. Mistress Leather was a very skilled spanker. The first ten swats alternated from asscheek to asscheek. Precious thrashed and screamed into her ball gag, but remained in place.

Then Mistress Leather moved to the other side and again delivered ten swats. Each sharp “Crack!” brought another fit of thrashing and screaming from precious, but when the twentieth spank with the wooden paddle was finished, precious was still in place.

“What do you think?” Mistress Leather said as she once again crossed the front of the stage. “Do you think precious can stand the full might of this maple marvel?” She then squared up and swung strongly so that the paddle landed across both asscheeks.

There was an almost extreme amount of thrashing and muffled screaming, but precious still stayed in place. The next swat was just as strong but just a little lower on precious’ ass. The audience was now totally quiet. Swat twenty-three was just as hard and again a little lower. So was swat twenty-four. Mistress Leather brought the paddle back and then up close to precious’ ass Edirne Escort Bayan several times as if exactly measuring her stroke. Then she spun and swung with a single motion slamming the paddle into precious’ ass right where it blended into the legs.

Slave precious thrashed so violently that her right foot slipped clear of the peg holding it down. She was obviously crying heavily as she slowly moved her leg back so that the foot slipped back under the peg.

“Looks like anyone who bet on the wooden paddle can kiss their tip goodbye,” Mistress Leather said, almost laughing.

She then went over to the prop table and picked up a thin cane. “There will be only twelve of my best,” she said whipping the cane back and forth in the air in front of herself so that it almost sounded like an angry hornet.

“Do you hear this humming, precious?” she said, turning toward the bound slave. She then brought the cane slowly up to precious’ fire red ass. As she tapped the cane on the slave’s ass she asked, “How many strokes will you be able to take, precious? Will we take all the money tonight or will you let one of these gentlemen go home happy?”

No one except precious paid attention to how many times Mistress Leather tapped on precious’ ass. If they had, they would have known when precious would break. It was an act. It was always– or almost always– an act. On almost every night precious would be able to withstand anything which Mistress Leather did to her. But if precious never broke, people would quit betting on when she would break. So there was a code. Precious never broke from the hand spanking and if she did people would think it was fake. She rarely broke from the leather paddle and only occasionally broke during the wooden paddle.

The code there was simple. Mistress Leather would read the audience and if it looked like a night for a leather break, then she would strike twice on the same asscheek rather than alternating. That meant that precious was to break after two or three more swats. The same was true with the wooden paddle. Two strikes on the same asscheek meant to break. The cane was always across both asscheeks, so the signal was a little more direct. Mistress Leather would tap precious’ ass lightly the number of times she expected her to withstand before breaking. If she didn’t tap at all, that meant to go the full twelve.

Of course, there were nights when, for some reason, precious couldn’t stand it and broke unexpectedly, but she knew that if she did that, there were be additional punishments at home with her Mistress. So most nights, she broke on cue. Tonight Mistress Leather tapped her ass eight times so precious knew that on the eighth strike of the cane she would break.

Mistress Leather whirred the cane in a tight circle as the men in the crowd leaned forward waiting for the cane to strike. Then with a sudden movement of her wrist it crashed down across precious’ ass. The shriek was plainly audible even around the gag. There was a whir and again the cane came down. After only a very short pause the cane came down again. Mistress Leather was not striking in a regular pattern. It would take all of precious’ strength to hold on until the eight stroke. The next five strokes came in very quick succession. On the last of those five strokes, the eighth stroke total, precious spit the gag out of her mouth and screamed loudly. Her feet came loose from the pegs and her hands released their holds. She was balanced on the padded bench thrashing and screaming.

“I guess any of you with the eighth stroke of the cane get your tips back plus your reward,” Mistress Leather said dejectedly. Then she bowed to the crowd and stepped behind the curtain as the stagehands rolled precious off stage still balanced thrashing on the padded spanking bench.

Barney bounded back onto the stage applauding theatrically. “Was that a great act or what?” he said exuberantly. “Mistress Leather, by the way,” he said in a more normal voice, is available for private sessions to test your strength and endurance. So if you got off thinking about yourself in slave precious’ place here up on stage talk to her after our final act.”

The next two acts were pretty lame. One was a single male who danced around the stage trying to be sexy as he stripped down to totally naked. Then he made an attempt at twerking the crowd. He wasn’t that good at it, and when he bent over further to show his open ass to the crowd, several people threw coins at him. Throwing coins is a definite insult in any strip club and will often get you thrown out, but the regulars– and the bouncers– knew that the coins were a part of this particular dancer’s kink.

After several coins hit him, he stopped and turned to face the crowd and said in a very effeminate voice, “Well, that wasn’t very nice. If you are going to throw coins, at least heat them before you throw them.”

He then started dancing across the front of the stage bent way low so that his full moon was bouncing in front of the crowd. At least a dozen men got out their cigarette lighters and were holding pennies, nickels, and quarters over the flame. When the coin got too hot for them to hold, they flipped the coin at the stage. About half of the coins struck the dancer on his ass or landed on his back. He gave a deep groan each time one hit.

He continued to more or less dance, shaking his ass at the crowd, but his erection was growing longer and stiffer. Finally he put his hands on the floor of the stage and bent his knees so his rosebud was winking at everyone as he danced.

In a throaty, yet still effeminate voice, he said hoarsely, “Anyone want to put some heat in the coin slot?” He paused and then said, “Coins only… for now.”

Two men came up on stage. One was holding a lit cigarette lighter. The other was holding a stack of quarters. The man with the quarters would hold one over the cigarette lighter until they were almost too hot to hold, then he would shove the quarter deep between the dancers asscheeks.

Each time he did so, the dancer would groan and clench his ass cheeks. The clenching caused his prick to bob and bounce. On the eighth… or maybe the tenth quarter, the dancer gave a loud groan and spurted all over the stage.

The crowd applauded, but Barney stepped rapidly out onto the stage and said loudly, “Dammit, Queenie, I’ve told you about that. And I told you what I would make you do if you did it again. Do you remember?”

The dancer, who was now down on his hands and knees, said, “Yes, Master Barney.”

“Then do it!” Barney yelled out.

The dancer lay face down on the stage and began licking the cum off the floor. Barney looked out at the crowd and said, “Queenie can’t live on quarters, so if you want to see her… him… it… whatever back another time, lets float some paper onto the stage for her to also clean up.

The was a small shower of various bills that had been crumpled into tight wads so they could be thrown. The regulars knew to make the bills into giant almost spitballs. They didn’t have the impact of a coin, but there were shouts of “All right,” or “Got him,” every time one of the wads struck Queenie. After a few minutes the hailstorm of wadded bills ended and one of the naked waitresses walked out onto the stage with a big push broom and pushed all of the money over to the back on stage right.

“Our next act,” Barney said loudly to gain control of the crowd, is a lion taming act with Master Raynard and Mistress Black. Six figures crawled out onto the stage on hands and knees. They were naked except for a great deal of body paint… or perhaps tattoos. Their faces were obviously painted, and there were lion or tiger paw gloves on their hands and matching boots on their feet. Everywhere in between the pattern was too flat to be makeup. It had to be tattoos or really, really good spray painting.

Two stagehands rushed out onto the stage carrying seven short, but wide, stools which they placed around the stage. As soon as the stools were in place, the six lions and tigers got on the stools and sat in a very exaggerated squat with their feet and their asses on the surface of the stool. Their hands were held up in front of themselves at shoulder level. Once they were in place it was extremely obvious that the five lions were males and the tiger was female. There was no hair below any of their shoulders except for the faux hair on their gloves and boots.

With a loud crack of a whip, Master Raynard and Mistress Black strode out onto the stage. He was dressed in a typical lion tamers loose white shirt. His black pants were extremely tight and were covered with almost knee-high black boots. She was wearing a very tight spangled black bodysuit that was cut very high on the sides. Her boots were higher than Master Raynard’s and covered her knee with a square flap of the black, shiny leather.

“Brutus,” she called out as she cracked her whip and one of the lions jumped down onto the stage. “Roll over,” she commanded and he immediately rolled over onto his back. His much less than flaccid prick was sticking straight up into the air.

“You poor baby,” Mistress Black said with mock sympathy. “You need someone to take care of that.”

She gestured to Master Raynard and he cracked his whip so that it almost struck one of the male lions. Then he barked out, “Cum Bucket, service your alpha male.”

One of the lions jumped off of his stool and crawled over to the prone Brutus and stopped with his head just above the now stiff prick. He stopped and both Master Raynard and Mistress Black popped his ass with their whips. In response he gave a high pitched growl of pain and shook his head.

“I gave you an order,” Master Black barked and then again popped the lion’s ass with his whip.

“You have a choice,” Mistress Black said as she walked over to the lion who was still shaking his head. “The choice is mouth or ass or the worst beating you have ever had in your life.”

Cum Bucket turned slightly and put his head all the way down on the ground with his ass high in the air.

“Good Cummy,” Mistress Black crooned as she took a tube of lube from a naked waitress and squirted it between Cum Bucket’s ass cheeks. Cum Bucket growled in a high-pitched whiny way and slowly shook his head back and forth.

“No Cummy,” she replied firmly, you can’t get out of it.

The naked lion crawled over until he was straddling Brutus’s prick. Then he put all his weight on his arms and pulled his legs forward until he was able to squat right over the throbbing member.

“Down,” Master Raynard said firmly and Cum Bucket impaled himself on Brutus’ prick. Cum Bucket sat there until Mistress Black used her whip to flick him on the ass. That, combined with Master Black saying, “Get moving!” caused Cum Bucket to start bouncing up and down.

Soon both lions were growling out groans that got louder and higher pitched. Just as both of them growled out one last time and Cum Bucket’s spunk spurted onto Brutus’ chest, the female tiger cried out, “O God! Somebody fuck me! Fuck me, anybody… everybody… fuck me!”

She leapt off her stool and landed on the ground with her face on the floor and her ass high in the air like a cat in heat. The remaining three lions also leapt from their stools, all growling loudly. One lifted the tiger up to a kneeling position and slid his legs between hers. Then he pulled her back down. Another lion held her up on her arms and thrust his erect prick into her mouth. The third took the only opening left and plunged into her rosebud. Soon all three of them… and the tiger in heat… were all growling loudly.

Mistress Black turned to face the crowd. “It appears we have lost control of our pride of lions,” she said in a very pleasant sounding voice. “I do hope you will still encourage us to return next week, or perhaps even tomorrow night. Fives and tens will get us back next week. A rain of twenties means we will be here tomorrow night.” She paused and then said, “And if your rain can’t quite reach the stage the pretty little naked waitresses will be walking among you to collect your tips. And please notice that they also have portable machines that will process any credit or debit card if you are short of cash.”

There was a flurry of bills from the front tables. The waitresses also passed by those tables just in case anyone wanted to use plastic.

Master Raynard and Mistress Black waited until the pile of copulating cats reached orgasm and then began using their whips to drive the cats off stage. As they were leaving, Barney came on stage applauding loudly.

“In case you didn’t notice,” he said looking out at the crowd, “there was one empty stool during that act. If you have ever thought of some permanent pet play just give Mistress Black or Master Raynard a growl later when they come out into the club.”

He then looked backstage, nodded, and continued, “And now the act that everyone has been talking about. You have all gotten to see The Three Amigos dance.” He laughed slightly and continued, “Some of you have even gotten to smack one of their delightful asses as they walked among the tables picking up tips. Many of you were a little confused about the Bull of Pain which they advertised. Well, now is your chance to see what that Bull of Pain was all about.

Music with a deep, pounding beat began blaring through the speakers above the stage as a huge statue of a bull slowly rolled on stage. The glossy black fiberglass shell of the bull’s body gleamed in the spotlights. The head was low, almost at the ground and had a ferocious look to it. The bulging eyes with veins of red showing starkly in them were especially ferocious as they seemed to glare out at the crowd. The back end was raised high with the rear legs tilted forward as though the bull was getting Escort Edirne ready to charge.

On the back end of the bull, in stark contrast to the gleaming black fiberglass, was Dave. His naked, white, heavily oiled skin also gleamed in the spotlights. His feet seemed to be perched on small indentations in the bull’s rear legs and were held in place by black straps which seemed to disappear into the bull’s fiberglass shell. His arms were stretched out tightly over the bulls back. His hands seemed to be holding onto some sort of handle with his wrists held firmly in place by black straps similar to those holding his feet.

The rest of his body was pulled tight over the back end of the bull as if he were fucking it in the ass. But if you looked carefully, you could see that Dave’s entire prick and balls were held tight within an opening right where the bull’s asshole should be. Actually you didn’t have to look all that carefully to see that because the stagehands were slowly rotating the platform on which the bull stood giving everyone a very good view of the bull’s… and Dave’s… ass. With the way Dave’s arms were stretched out and the way his legs were bound to the bull, his ass was fully on display with the cheeks spread and his asshole quivering as the bull slowly turned.

Jake walked out onto the stage. He was dressed in his Three Amigos costume with his sombrero pushed to the back of his head.

“I am going to warm Dave up a little,” he said with a big smile. “Then maybe you can join in the fun.”

The bull had now stopped with its… and Dave’s… ass facing the crowd. Jake stepped up onto the platform and began spanking Dave’s asscheeks. The spanks were evenly spaced. Each one was exactly the same distance apart. But the force of the spanks was increasing. The crowd was starting to clap or pound on the table with each slap. Dave was starting to moan slightly.

Jake suddenly stopped and turned to face the crowd. “Would any of you like to light the fire a little brighter in Dave’s ass?”

There was a thundering cry of “Yes!” from the crowd.

Jake sailed his sombrero into the backstage area like it was a Frisbee. Then he said, “Who’s willing to tip one hundred for the privilege?” He looked out at the audience with his eyebrows raised and his eyes wide open.

After a moment of silence, he said, “I didn’t think so. I wouldn’t pay that much just to give Dave ten spanks either.” He paused and asked, “What about seventy-five?”

Again there was silence.

“Fifty?”

More silence.

“Fifty and after the hand spanks you can do ten with a leather paddle?”

Four hands shot up into the air.

“Oh dear,” said Jake. “I don’t know if Dave can take that many.” He paused as if thinking deeply and said, “Don’t worry. Come on up on stage and we will figure something out.”

As they got to the stage, he said a little more softly, “The delightful little waitress will take your tips.”

Three of the people were male, one was female… a really large female.

“What are your names?” Jake asked. Then he smiled and said, “It doesn’t have to be your real name, I just need something to call you while you are up here on stage.”

“Call me Sam,” one of the men said somewhat gruffly. “Frank,” one of the others said. The third man turned a deep red and said softly, “Call me Tiger.”

“Ah,” Jake said, “This is part of a full fantasy night, isn’t it.”

Tiger turned a deeper red and remained silent.

“What about you? Jake asked the large woman.

“My slaves call me Mistress,” she said strongly.

“And what do your friends call you?” Jake replied.

“Mistress Mary,” the woman replied curtly.

“OK,” Jake said. “This is what we are going to do, we will start with Frank and Sam…” He pointed to the two men. “… and then we will figure out something for Tiger and Mistress Mary.” When they both glared at him he said quickly, “Trust me, it will be everything you wanted and more.”

He then positioned Sam behind Dave on the platform. “Ten with your hand anywhere you can reach,” Dave said loudly.

Sam’s first swat was an open handed swat to the right asscheek. It made a great deal of noise when the palm of his hand struck.

The man smiled and stroked Dave’s ass with his left hand. Then he turned to Jake and said, “I love the way a man’s asshole clenches up when you smack his ass.”

Sam then began to smack alternately with each hand. He was standing so that his face was basically even with Dave’s asshole and he seemed to be keeping his eyes glued to the winking rosebud as he delivered smack after smack.

When Sam finished, he stepped off the platform and Frank took his place. Frank was more interested in watching Dave’s face as he smacked his asscheeks, so he stood slightly to the side. All ten swats were delivered to the left side of Dave’s ass. Each resounding “Smack!” was followed by an equally loud yelp from Dave.

When Frank had finished, Jake said loudly “For this next part, you are going to stand one on each side of poor Dave and swing with these.” He handed each of them a long leather paddle about a half-meter in length and very flexible.

The two men stood on either side of Dave swinging the paddles to get their arms used to the length and flex. Then Frank nodded to Sam and swung his paddle hard into Dave’s ass.

Dave had been more or less silent up to this point, but the loud, “Smack!” of the leather striking ass flesh was followed by a loud cry– almost a scream– from Dave. Nineteen more yelping screams followed as the two men methodically turned Dave’s ass a bright shade of red interspersed with a little purple.

Thank you very much, Jake said as motioned with his had for the two men to leave the stage. “Can we stay up here to watch the finish?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know,” Jake said thoughtfully, “that might be against club rules since you are no longer actually a part of the act.”

The petite little naked waitress suddenly appeared on stage and shook the big plastic tip jar at the two men. They both laughed and pulled out a twenty each. Jake cocked his head at them and they added another twenty.

“Just stand over there out of the way,” Jake said. Then he smiled at Sam and said, “Don’t worry, Sam, you’ll be able to see his asshole from there.” Sam smiled back happily in response.

“Now for you two,” Jake said walking over to Tiger and Mistress Mary. “I think you will definitely enjoy a little hand to flesh action on such a red ass.”

Both of them nodded in response. Then Mistress Mary said somewhat huffily, “And after that?”

Jake laughed a deep, almost evil, laugh. Then he said, “I got Dave into this, so I will help him get through it. I promise you that there will be a naked ass for you to give ten swats with the paddle when we get to that point… if your friends out there help you out.”

Mistress Mary looked suddenly angry and almost shouted, “What?”

“What I mean,” Jake said, trying to calm things down, “is that if there is a green rain on this stage while you are hand spanking Dave’s ass, then I will climb up there myself and present my bare ass for your paddles.”

He turned to the crowd and said in an almost sarcastic way, “Of course, I may need something to distract me while my ass is being pounded so I might just pound a little ass myself.” He then raised and lowered his eyebrows like a melodrama villain as the crowd laughed.

“OK,” Jake said, “You two get ready to spank.” Turning to the crowd, he said, “And you all get ready to make it rain.”

Mistress Mary went first. As she approached Dave she held her hand just above the surface of his right asscheek.

“Warm,” she said, “I can feel the heat.”

Then she gave that red asscheek a smart slap with her open hand. She followed that with nine more. No two smacks were the same distance apart or the same intensity. She also varied how she struck, sometimes she hit only with the fingers or a flat hand, other times she struck very hard with her hand slightly cupped. Mistress Mary knew how to spank.

After her last spank, she returned where Jake had been standing while Tiger went up to spank. Tiger seemed to be almost out of breath as he slowly stroked Dave’s red, naked ass. Then he took a deep breath and slapped Dave’s left asscheek. It wasn’t particularly hard, but it wasn’t a love pat either and the “Smack!” was loud enough to fill the room. He then gave Dave nine more identical smacks evenly spaced.

By the time Tiger was finished, he was deeply flushed and breathing very slowly. It was obvious to many in the club that Tiger was imagining himself in Dave’s place all the while he was spanking. His spanks were what a painslut sub would want, not necessarily what a Master or Mistress would deliver. When he returned to stand next to Mistress Mary, there was an obvious tent forming in his trousers.

All the while that Tiger and Mistress Mary were spanking, bills were fluttering onto the stage. After the little naked waitress had scurried around and picked everything up, Jake stepped back out on stage totally naked and heavily oiled. He looked at the bills on the floor and said loudly, “Well it looks like we did have a green rain, so I guess I am going to have to keep my end of the bargain.”

He looked over to the two men standing to one side and said, “Hey Sam, would you like to grease that asshole up for me?”

Sam suddenly stood up very straight and said, “Uh… sure.”

The little naked waitress ran up and handed Sam a tube of lube and he hurried up to squirt a goodly amount between Dave’s asscheeks.

“OK Tiger and Mistress Mary,” Jake said as he started to climb the back of the bull on small indentations that had not been obvious before he began his climb, “once I get up here and… uh… in place you can start when you think it is right. But make sure you let me get in place and it is ten swats each… ONLY ten swats each.

Jake had quickly clambered up over Dave and after a moment to center his prick on Dave’s asshole, he leaned forward and grabbed two small handles that also hadn’t been apparent before. Then he looked down at Mistress Mary and nodded his head.

“Get over here, Tiger,” Mistress Mary growled and Tiger swiftly jumped to her side. “You get over there on that side. I’ll start first and you’d better make each stroke exactly like mine or I’m taking you home with me and teaching you how a proper whupping is done.”

The crowd laughed slightly at Tiger’s sudden intake of breath. He looked up into Mistress Mary’s eyes and then quickly looked down at the floor and walked over to the other side of the bull.

“Paddle ready,” Mistress Mary barked looking sternly at Tiger. She raised her paddle and moved it back and forth quickly causing the long leather portion to wiggle just above Jake’s ass. Then she delivered her first swat.

The loud “Thwack!” echoed through the room concealing Jake’s grunt of pain… or was it passion?

Tiger’s “Thwack” was nowhere near as loud as Mistress Mary’s had been. The crowd could plainly hear Jake’s grunt and then a low moan.

Mistress Mary glared at Tiger and then delivered another blow. This time, the loud “Thwack!” was followed by a definite yelp from Jake which was then followed by a low moan that was not a groan of pain. Jake was getting off either from the spanking or from the movement the blows caused forcing his prick in and out of Dave’s ass.

Again Tiger’s “Thwack” was much softer than Mistress Mary’s had been.

The “Thwack!” yelp, groan, “Thwack” continued in an almost regular rhythm. Then on the nineteenth blow– Mistress Mary’s tenth swat– Jake lifted his upper body up off of Dave’s back and tensed up his ass so that his asscheeks were clenched tightly together.

On Tiger’s tenth swat– the twentieth blow– Jake groaned loudly and lay back down over Dave.

Barney came back out on stage and took the paddles from Mistress Mary and Tiger. As they were stepping off stage, Mistress Mary said loudly to Tiger, “You are DEFINITELY coming home with me!”

The audience laughed loudly as a wet spot suddenly appeared on the front of Tiger’s pants.

Barney announced loudly, “That’s it for tonight. The after hours club will remain open for a little while so you all can talk and finish your soft drinks and snacks, but you all have to be out of here by three. Remember the Purple Oyster After Hours Club will be back tomorrow night. And tomorrow night we will have seven special acts including The Three Amigos and their fabulous Bull of Pain .”

Backstage, The Three Amigos were getting off of the Bull of Pain. Jake, who was not really restrained in any way, slid down to the floor and walked to the front of the bull. He reached under the head and released a hidden latch so that he could lift the entire head upward onto the back of the bull.

John slowly slid out. He had been lying on his back inside the bull. If you looked into the opening, you could see Dave’s prick and balls hanging down right where John’s head would have been. Together John and Jake removed the restraints which kept Dave firmly on the bull’s ass.

“Time to go home and put some healing ointment on those flaming asses,” John said as he walked back into the dressing room.

A few minutes later, as the three were walking out through the bar, one of the regulars who was still at a table, hanging around asked him, “Hey Jake, why to you guys call yourself The Three Amigos when there is always only two of you on stage for your big act.”

The man continued, “And you both got your ass beaten. Who actually lost your little tips contest.”

Jake smiled down and him and said, “That’s a professional secret. Every act has to have some professional secrets, doesn’t it? Let’s just say that the secret is in the bull itself.”

John was laughing as they walked out to their car.

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Despite needing sleep after the long week of torturing herself, Sarah woke up around 4:00am the next morning and laughed when she saw the clock. Her panties were wet as she recounted the great sex from earlier in her head. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to sleep so worked up, she got out her vibrator and got off again, followed by grabbing her phone and sending a text to Mr. Michaels, “Your devoted cum whore is now addicted. I just came for you again Master. Please get out of my head and let me sleep! :)”. Falling back asleep quickly thereafter with a smile on her face.

It wasn’t until Thursday morning that she and Jenny were finally able to share the details of their week of punishment. Jenny’s had been very different being instructed to get herself off seven times a day, including the 1:00am and 4:00am wakeup schedule. Each time she had to send a picture of her swollen pussy and the same message, “I am your willing submissive. This pussy is yours and I cum for you Master.” Going into it, she hadn’t thought it would be a bad punishment, but by the end of the week, it got difficult to have that many orgasms, sometimes taking up to twenty minutes to get herself off, making her more frustrated than satisfied.

They also talked more about the ‘dungeon’ as they called it. He had tied her to the cross, the chair, the swing, and also a small bench that had lower arm and knee rests. It had held her on her hands and knees tied tight in that position so she couldn’t move. He had fucked her mouth, pussy and asshole while being held. All of this while she faced the TV screen and watched herself getting fucked and masturbating through scenes going back to the first day. She had never fucked so much in one day in her life. And he had used a bunch of different punishment implements as well. The worst being the cane on the bottom of her foot.

“Okay, but here is the real question. Did you hate it?” Sarah asked.

Jenny considered. “No I didn’t hate it. It fact, it was pretty fucking awesome. He makes me feel so out of control. But I also never knew sex could be like this. It’s just different. It’s hard to explain.” She shook her head slightly in bewilderment.

“I get it. There are times I just want to kill him or am totally afraid of him. But then I fantasize constantly about him punishing me and fucking me and it is all I can think about. And he does things to my body that I could never have imagined.” She sighed. “All I want is to please him. Seeing him smile when I do something he wants just melts me.” Every time she admitted it to herself, she felt more lost. Controlled. And submissive.

“Is this really going to be the rest our lives? I mean, are we just going to be at his beck and call forever?”

“I don’t know. It’s too much to worry about right now. For now, I just want to get through high school. He did help me get that job and I’ve made enough money in the last couple of months to pay for most of school for the first year even without the scholarship. So that is one less thing to worry about.”

They agreed that they just needed to keep going with the flow for the time being and headed off for class. Sarah met Ali later in the day and confirmed she felt comfortable with watching Billy on her own. Bragging about the outfit she had picked out to tease Mr. Michaels, but also promising to bring her share of the money to school the next day. After a short discussion, they decided she would take $300 for each of them as Sarah told her she wanted to get another manicure.

On Friday, Ali gave Sarah an envelope with her cut of the loot. The loose sleeveless sweater she had worn had done the trick and she had caught him staring down her top several times to see her tits. Bending over, it would hang down enough that he got a good look along with the leg she showed with her short skirt. All leading up to her getting the tip up to $75. She couldn’t believe how easy it had been and thanked Sarah again for letting her in on it. The dollar signs in Ali’s eyes made Sarah wonder if she had lifted more than the $300 like Jenny had.

Saturday morning, Sarah called Ali and told her about the last-minute request from Mr. Michaels to babysit that night that neither she nor Jenny couldn’t handle, asking Ali to cover for them. Balking at first, Ali insisted that she had some plans to go over to a friend’s house with a couple of other girls. When begging didn’t sway her, Sarah reminded her that they really didn’t want anyone else getting in on their babysitting gig. Ali finally caved and agreed to cancel the other plans but told Sarah she owed her one. When the conversation turned to the private cash and whether or not they should take more so soon, a short debate led to agreeing on only another $100 each to make sure they didn’t get too greedy. Before hanging up, she promised to be at his place promptly at 7:00pm as he had requested.

Sarah of course got there early around 5:00pm following her instructions. Taking her downstairs to the private playroom, he stripped her and played with her for a while getting her horny and wet. He tied her to the same doggie position bench that Jenny had described. It surprised her how comfortable it felt, even though she couldn’t move at all with the restraints. Held at the perfect height for him to fuck her from behind while standing. But he didn’t fuck her. Instead, he wheeled over the machine that had the dildo on a pole. Quickly adjusting it to be level with her pussy, he stuck just the head into her vagina with tons of lube. Having placed her in front of a mirror so she could see everything he did, she watched as he turned the machine on and turned a dial on a wired remote.

Sitting on a small stool, he leaned his head down to be right next to hers and he watched her face as the dildo pushed very slowly into her. The thick girth of the dildo stretched her vaginal walls until it got about 5” inside of her. Then it pulled slowly out and started again making her moan at the welcome intrusion.

“This is a fucking machine. It can fuck my slut’s little pussy as fast and deep as I want. I just have to turn these little dials.” With that he turned one and the dildo started moving faster, ramping up until it got to a nice steady pace. The lube helped it slide easily in and out of her. She watched him turn the other dial and she felt it go deeper. He kept turning it until the trusting dildo just touched her cervix, making her beg him for no more. The straps held her exactly in place with her tits hanging down just over the front edge of the bench. While the machine pounded away unyieldingly, he pinched and pulled at her nipples and squeezed her tits hard.

He turned the speed dial more causing the dildo to start thrusting faster than a man could go. Sarah let out a long steady moan and her head got heavy, lowering while she focused on the steady hammering of her pussy. Mr. Michaels grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, kissing her deeply for a minute. After letting go, she dropped her head again for a few seconds before feeling a vibrator touch her clit hood. Between the two, Sarah soon begged, “Please Master. Your slut needs to cum. This is too intense.”

“Count to ten. Then cum exactly on ten.”

The vibrator pushed harder on her clit and Sarah stuttered while starting to count. Struggling to hold off the big orgasm forced her body to shake. She counted slowly knowing he would just stop her if she went too fast. By eight, she passed the point of no return. She said ten and let herself go, screaming loudly as her body trembled, straining frantically against the straps. He pinched her nipples again but she barely felt it, with the pain just enhancing her orgasm. The cock never stopped slamming her pussy, giving her a very long orgasm that ebbed and flowed. When her body finally relaxed, he let the machine slowly grind to a halt and pulled it out of her. Grabbing a paddle from the wall, he spanked her ass until he got it warm and pink, counting each strike as ordered, getting up to twenty.

He used his two middle fingers angled down to finger fuck her against the roof of her vagina just past the pubic bone. Fingering her hard and direct on the same spot without slowing down. The vibrator rolled around her clit the whole time he continued the assault. Sarah groaned at the strength he used in his fingers. It didn’t hurt, but she felt a lot of pressure while she ground her hips. The growing urge to pee telegraphing the big squirt building inside of her. When he moved the vibrator directly to her clit and started slower strokes over her g-spot, she bellowed, “Master I have to cum. I can’t stop it. I’m going to cum!!” she warned.

As she started to shake from the orgasm, he pulled his fingers out of her, but kept the vibrator on her clit. A warm stream of fluid shot out from her, dripping down her thighs and legs. It slowed until her stomach convulsed again from the continued orgasm, causing a second big gush of liquid to leave her and splash onto the floor. She groaned and dropped her head again. Time stretched out and felt like an hour until she finally relaxed. Looking down between her legs under the bench, she could see glistening fluid all over the floor. Her eyes widened at the amount. She had squirted and gushed before, but never like what she saw. The amount that came out left her dumbfounded, looking like a pint or more of fluid.

He kissed her deeply and then released her bonds. When she was slow to get up, he grabbed her hair at the base of her skull and pulled her up. He then dragged her over to the small puddle on the floor. “Lick up your mess slut.”

She dropped to her hands and knees and lowered her face to the floor. She looked up at him as she rolled her tongue through her own sticky juice, tasting slightly sweet with a sour tinge. Lighter than licking a girl’s pussy, but still a familiar taste overall.

Her floor cleaning got interrupted by him ordering her over to him. Jumping to her feet, she turned and saw him standing by the electric body cage and stopped short. The color drained from her face and she didn’t move for several seconds. This had been the one device that had scared her the most since first seeing it. While she stood motionless, he opened the hinged top and then looked back at her expectantly.

“I said get over here.”

“But sir….but…that scares me. It…shocks you, right? Like electric shocks?” She still hadn’t moved with her feet feeling stuck in concrete.

“This isn’t a debate Sarah. Get over here. You are going to get in the cage.”

Shaking in fear, she finally shuffled her feet forward just a few inches at a time. About halfway to him she stopped again. “Can’t we do anything else? Like the bondage chair again? Or the swing?”

He visibly sighed and rolled his eyes. “You’re my submissive Sarah. That means you give me your trust and do whatever I say. I am telling you that you are going to get into this cage right now. Yes it will shock you if you touch the metal. And you will endure. Now stop fucking fighting me and get over here!” he growled.

Lowering her head, she continued to shuffle to him. Finally reaching him, he took her hand and helped her kneel down onto the two trays that held rubber mats for her lower legs. Awkwardly, she leaned forward into the torso portion of the cage, snaking her arms down the two arm pieces. Like her legs, the cage surrounded her hands and arms while her hands sat on rubber mats inside of hand shaped trays. Once her head sat in the lower half of the hole for her neck, he lowed the other half of the cage over her back, completing the ring around her neck, followed by the other half of both lower leg pieces.

Fighting another wave of panic, she could feel her body touch the thin metal bars of the cage if she moved more than an inch or two in any direction. Her breasts rested hanging halfway down through two holes for that exact purpose. From the back of her knees up to the top of her ass and the bottoms of both feet remained the only parts of her unrestrained by the metal bars surrounding her.

Craning her neck to look back at him, she felt her neck, back, and right thigh all touch cold metal. She jumped nervously when he slapped a small adhesive electrode to her left thigh.

“The game is simple. Your goal is to have an orgasm while I continue to torment and pleasure you. To distract you, the cage will shock you if any skin touches metal. You only need to stay rigid to avoid the shocks. The setting on the device will deliver up to one hundred shocks, each with an increasing strength. If you please me by cumming loudly for me before we reach one hundred, then you get let out. If not, I will have a more daunting punishment for this week.” As he concluded his explanation, he hit the green virtual button labeled ‘Start’ on the small controller screen sitting in front of Sarah.

A large number counter appeared on the screen reading ‘0’. Out of view, he smacked Sarah’s ass hard making her jump a few inches forward. The cage delivered three shocks, on by her collar bone, one on her right thigh, and one on her shoulder. The electric jolts stung like bee stings and made her muscles twitch. Her involuntary jerk at the shocks caused two more jolts to her back and right triceps.

A few seconds later, while trying to steady herself, she got one more on her right calf muscle. Looking at the counter, she could already see the number ‘6’ and groaned in frustration. She definitely didn’t like the shocks and hated that he wanted to do this to her. Fighting the need to complain, she kept her mouth shut and focused on staying still.

He left her side and retrieved items out of her eyesight. Breathing heavily, trying to calm herself, she got a zap on the upper part of her left breast. “Fuck!” she screamed in surprise. It was like a sadistic game of ‘operation’. “I don’t like this Master.”

“It’s not for you to like. Now focus and make that pussy cum. You want to please me, don’t you?” he teased while running a vibrator up and down her juicy slit. The welcome touch made her moan until she felt another zap to her left side rib cage making her grunt and clench. She could tell the shock had gotten stronger.

“I want to please you Master,” she answered feebly. She already knew she wouldn’t make it and wondered what the ‘more daunting punishment’ would be.

Still using the vibrator, he started spanking her ass with the big flat paddle. Every time she started getting close, the paddle would make her move and get a shock. The screen read ‘21’ when he finally stopped.

She heard him rolling something behind her while she panted lightly Edirne Escort to calm herself. After more rustling and with the familiar dildo pressed into her vagina, she knew he had set up the fucking machine again. As the thrusting ramped up, she received another dozen shocks all over her body. Getting used to the rhythm, she soon had her balance figured out to hold herself steady.

Her growing climax got interrupted by the sharp whack of a cane on the back of her foot. Having been so focused on the thrusting phallus, the unexpected pain in her foot made her jump leading to more shocks all over her body. “Take the pain and hold yourself steady you dumb little slut!” he bellowed and cracked her other foot twice. Then across her ass cheeks several times. Pain and shocks surrounded her.

Once it subsided, she opened her clenched eyes to see the counter at ‘62’. Knowing she didn’t have much longer, she focused on the steady thrust of silicone manhood invading her. Despite the torment, or maybe because of the torment, her pussy started making wet slurping noises on the mechanical partner.

While moaning and ignoring the occasional electric reminder to stay in position, her tormenter moved around to her side. She snuck a peek up at him as he reached down with the cane and started to tap her exposed breast. The tapping got stronger and started to hurt, but she focused everything on the growing swell of the orgasm building inside of her.

After a small pause, he used the cane to press her breast forward making the metal touch the top of her aerola. The shock sent fire through her nipple and she yelped and jumped getting the counter up to ‘79’. “That isn’t fair! You pushed me into it! That fucking hurt!” Sarah regretted it as soon as she said it.

He leaned down to her ear. “Of course it isn’t fair slut! Why the fuck do you think I would want to be fair.” He pressed her other breast into the metal circle surrounding it delivering three more intense shocks.

Sarah held back tears and thought angrily to herself, “He’s right. Fair isn’t part of it. Quite the fucking whining and just focus on the cock.” Using the cane, he forced two more shocks on her tits and one on the tip of her nipple. Moving back, he caned her ass hard enough to make her jump. But she ignored everything but the wonderful friction of the dildo across her clit. The shocks became distant.

With her eyes closed, she stopped worrying about the counter and willed herself to enjoy the sensation between her legs. As the orgasm enveloped her, she felt a shock hit her neck as her head rolled to the side involuntarily, but it barely registered. Her body trembled as the force of the climax consumed her.

By the time she came down, the cage stopped shocking her and the fucking machine had been removed. The screen read ‘95’ as he helped her out. She stretched her sore muscles, twisting her back from side to side and pulling her arms back over her head. Recovering after a minute, she jumped back into a slave pose standing in front of her Master and waited for instruction.

“Good girl,” is all he said.

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Together they cleaned the room and put everything away. He got dressed again and they headed upstairs. The hidden door continued to astound Sarah as she watched it close. They had some time, so they enjoyed a couple of glasses of wine, talking idly about school coming to an end soon and her plans for the summer. He constantly blew her mind. The man who had just used a fucking machine to make her squirt across the room, shocked her body with a sadistic cage, and treated her like such a whore, now pleasantly asked about her upcoming plans.

The conversation came around to prom that would be coming up in three weeks. Boys were just starting to ask girls to go. Conner hadn’t asked her yet, but she thought it probably likely. And she thought Jenny might go with Terrance. Mr. Michaels nodded and then suggested that if things went well with Ali tonight, maybe Sarah could arrange for Jimmie to take her and the six of them could wind up having an orgy at the end of the night. Suggesting he would help them get a place. “He is always thinking,” she laughed to herself. She already knew this was going to happen. His ‘suggestions’ always became a reality. But she didn’t hate the idea.

When it got close to Ali’s expected arrival, they went up to Mr. Michaels’ bedroom and he showed her the setup to watch the action downstairs. Kissing her, he went back downstairs to wait for his potential new submissive. A few minutes before 7:00pm, she heard the doorbell and her stomach jumped. Wanting this to go well, but knowing that anything could happen.

When they walked into the den on the TV screen, Sarah could see that first, Ali had worn another skimpy outfit for Mr. Michaels titillation and second, that she looked concerned. Mr. Michaels looked pissed and told her to sit. While he just stared at her for a long time, Sarah could see Ali squirm under the scrutiny. Imagining everything running through Ali’s head. Eventually, Mr. Michaels picked up the remote and played something on the TV. Sarah had a split screen view with one angle on Ali’s face and the other from behind that showed the videos playing on the TV. Watching the replay of Ali taking out and counting stacks of money. And then putting the key back in its hidden position. Ali looked white as a ghost which was saying something given her pale complexion to begin with. Sitting stone still while he stared at her. “Well?! What do you have to say for yourself?” he demanded.

“I…I…I don’t know what to say,” she got out in a tiny meek voice.

“You do understand that you committed a FELONY, right? You stole over $1000. Stole! That means you go to prison for 18 months and pay a big fine. As well as have a felony on your record for the rest of your life. What were you thinking?”

Ali’s eyes got so huge and she broke down crying. “Please! Please don’t have me arrested! I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry! We didn’t think you would miss it. You had so much in your drawer. We didn’t think you would even notice!” she pleaded in between sobs.

“STOP that fucking crying right now!” he yelled. It shocked her and stifled her mostly. “I don’t see a ‘we’ in those videos. I see a ‘you’. You are the one stealing. All by yourself.” His tone a seething controlled anger. Not crazy or out of control, but clearly pissed. Sarah knew that exact tone only too well and shivered.

“But Sa…” she started and stopped herself. “I’ll give it back. I’ll give it all back. I’ll give you double. I could do that. I have money.”

Mr. Michaels played the next video. “I don’t want the fucking money back. You stole and you need to be punished. I like you, Ali. You seem like a decent person. But you stole and you must face the consequences of that bad decision.”

“You can’t do that! Please don’t. It will ruin my life. I’ll do anything. I’ll pay you back and babysit for free. From now on. Any time you want.” Sarah almost chuckled at how predictable this played out. It seemed to be a carbon copy of her night so far.

He stared at her for a long minute. Then played the next video of her and Sarah drinking before it jumped to Sarah spread open on the edge of the hot tub cumming loudly with Ali’s tongue licking her pussy. The scene looked like a professional porno.

Abject humiliation is the only way to describe Ali’s expression as her mouth dropped open. Mr. Michaels continued more calmly, “What am I supposed to do about that? I’m not going to be accused by your parents of condoning or even allowing this in my house. Underage drinking? And sex?”

“You CAN’T tell my parents. Oh my god! Please Mr. Michaels. You can’t do that! What would they say?!” Ali howled in panic with more tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Ali, I don’t want any of this. I don’t want to get you in trouble. But you have put me in a bad position. And you stole from me. This is all your doing. You are going to have to come to terms with the penalties for doing so.”

Ali looked at him and calmed herself. “Mr. Michaels. I will do anything. Please, can we just keep this between us. Please don’t have me arrested and tell my parents what I did.”

Mr. Michaels stayed quiet. Sarah could tell he simply waited to see what she wanted to offer as a bargain. But Ali just sat there. Pleading with her eyes as tears continuing to stream down her face. “I don’t see what else there is to talk about. You’ve given me no choice. I’ll have to notify the authorities and your parents tomorrow. It’s time to leave Ali.” Mr. Michaels stood and motioned for her to get up and leave. Sarah wrestled with the idea of going downstairs to intervene. The setup didn’t seem to be working. Maybe Ali just needed someone to make the suggestion for her. Sarah started walking for the door when she heard Ali talk.

“I’m a virgin Mr. Michaels. I will give you my virginity if you will keep this all secret. Please don’t tell anyone.”

Sarah stopped and went back to watch the TV. There it was. She offered herself. She offered sex. Just like Sarah herself had done. Ali would follow Sarah and Jenny’s path.

Mr. Michaels didn’t say anything and let Ali’s offer hang in the air. “That is a big offer Ali. Are you sure you are prepared to do that?”

Ali sat quiet for a minute weighing the implications of what she had just said. “Yes. I will do that if you will keep everything secret. And won’t get me arrested.”

“Ali, I don’t want to hurt you. And I am not doing anything TO you. You are doing this on your own. You created this issue. I am willing to accept what you are offering in exchange for looking the other way. But only because you are offering it to me, and not me demanding it of you.” He paused. “Do you understand?”

Stone-faced, Ali nodded. “Yes. I understand.”

“I want to make sure you do and what this means. We will be having sex. But only if it is consensual and you are completely willing. I will not force a girl to have sex with me. This is your offer to me to get out of the situation you have put yourself in. And when I say willing, I want you to understand that I am a very dominant person. I will expect you to be completely submissive to me. Willingly submissive. Willing to do anything you are told without question. And not just once. But for as long as I tell you. Are you really sure that is what you are willing to do? Is that what you want Ali?”

Ali visibly gulped and told him, “Yes. If it will get me out of this mess, I am willing to do it.”

Mr. Michaels nodded. “You will be mine to use as I want until I tell you otherwise. Tell me you understand that.”

“I understand,” she said while nodding.

“You will not be allowed to say yes to some things and no to others. You will always agree to do what you are told. Tell me you understand that.”

“I understand,” she said again nodding, visibly accepting what she had agreed to.

“I understand, SIR!” he reiterated strongly.

“I understand, sir!” she repeated.

Mr. Michaels nodded and took out his phone. “First, you are going to state on video that you are offering to be my prostitute for money. And that you are eighteen. I want it on the record that you are offering this to me of your own free accord.”

“I have to say that on video?” she asked.

“Yes, Ali. I am not going to agree to this and do it only to have you come back and say something like I forced you or raped you. You are going to be on record offering me consensual sex for money like a common whore. So you can’t ever claim otherwise. Is that a problem? Should we stop this now?” he questioned somewhat emphatically, even a little angrily.

“No, no! I understand. I will do it,” Ali confirmed. Sarah watched as Ali offered to be a prostitute for money with Mr. Michaels threatening to cancel three times, each time demanding a better effort. Again, almost an exact copy of her night. Sarah realized it didn’t matter what Ali said the first couple of times. He put her on the spot and forced her to up the ante each time, begging for the opportunity. Just like he had done to her. By the end, Ali threw herself at him promising anything he wanted starting with being the first man to fuck her for $1000. Telling him she would do anything he said and please him with her young body.

He sat back and told her to take her clothes off. As she complied, he admired and complimented her, pulling her in for a deep kiss once she stood naked in front of him while he ran his hands all over her. Squeezing and massaging her tits, followed by sucking on her nipples. He groped her ass and gave her several playful spanks. Sarah shook her head. Ali had no idea how those spanks would turn to true punishment. But she also felt her pussy get wet knowing that they would be joining her in the room soon. Quickly deciding it would be better if she were naked when they walked in, hoping Ali wouldn’t feel as ashamed, she stripped off her few garments.

Almost as if on cue, Mr. Michaels announced they were going to go up to his bedroom, leading his naked conquest upstairs. Sarah’s stomach dropped not knowing how Ali would react to her being in the room waiting for the two them.

The doors opened and the two of them walked in. Sarah ran over to Ali and gave her a big hug. She tried to sooth her astonished friend, “It’ll be okay.”

“I don’t understand. What are you doing here?”

Sarah sighed and admitted, “I made the same choice. I wasn’t going to ruin my life. I agreed to be his submissive and have sex with him too. You are not alone.”

Ali just stared back stunned. Before she could say anything, Sarah embraced her and kissed her. Ali resisted at first but then sunk into the moment and kissed her back. The kiss turned into a tongue tussle for several minutes while Sarah’s hands roamed all over her back and ass. Sarah pressed a leg between Ali’s and used her thighs to rub against her pussy. Ali started returning the attention in earnest with both of them forgetting Mr. Michaels stood watching in the room.

Sarah eventually pulled back and looked Ali in the eyes. “Are you ready to lose your virginity? Are you ready to get that tight little pussy fucked finally?”

Ali giggled nervously and looked back at Mr. Michaels. Sarah could see Ali’s head spin at everything happening so fast. Feeling the weight of the moment. “Yes,” she offered timidly.

“Tell him you want him to pop your cherry. Ask him to please make you a woman.” Sarah helped turn her friend to her Master.

“Mr. Michaels, will you please fuck me? I want you to be my first. I want you to take my viginity. Please.”

“Please sir,” Sarah reminded her.

“Please sir! Please fuck me sir!” Ali exclaimed. Having Sarah with her clearly made the whole situation more palatable, giving Ali new courage. Having her proven mentor by her side. Although Sarah knew there would be other questions and concerns when Ali had more time to think about everything.

Mr. Michaels turned to Sarah. “Get her ready for me,” he instructed.

“Yes sir” said Sarah dutifully. Leading Ali over to the bed and laying her down, Sarah got on top of her and kissed Edirne Escort Bayan her mouth before working her way down. Being familiar territory for both of them, Ali quickly fell into responding to Sarah’s touches and kisses. Sarah made it to Ali’s pussy and she tenderly licked it and sucked on her clit. Careful to avoid using her fingers to penetrate in any way, she wanted the first thing inside Ali’s pussy to be her Master’s penis. When Ali’s back arched and her moans got more intense, Sarah knew she had gotten her close to an orgasm. Stopping her oral ministrations, she rubbed Ali’s pussy slowly while looked back to Mr. Michaels and saying, “She is ready for you sir. Her pussy is warmed up and ready for your dick.”

Mr. Michaels had undressed while the girls played and now stood in front of them. Sarah pulled Ali over to the edge of the bed and then stood in front of Mr. Michaels in full view of her reclined friend. Bending down, taking his cock into her mouth, she intentionally slurped saliva all over his dick and rubbed it around. Looking directly at Ali’s mesmerized face, she said, “Take a look Ali. Take a look at the dick that is going to fuck your pussy for the first time. You couldn’t ask for better.”

Sarah got to the side of Ali and pulled Mr. Michaels over to her. With his hard penis in her hand, she rubbed up and down Ali’s small hidden pussy lips. She spit more saliva in her hand and rubbed it into Ali’s pussy. Ali moaned, but didn’t move a muscle. Manipulating both of their genitals to rub against each other, Sarah felt the heat come off of both of her companions, eventually resting the head of his dick right at the opening of Ali’s vagina.

Then she got up on the bed behind Ali. Her stomach fluttered in anticipation and she felt her own cheeks flush, feeling almost like it was her first time again. She pushed Ali up enough to slide behind her, letting her come to rest against her chest with Ali’s head between her tits. She pulled Ali’s legs up and apart to open her pussy wider. The bright red pubic hair no longer hiding her open pussy lips. Mr. Michaels continued to wait at her entrance.

“It will probably hurt a little at first, but then the pain will disappear and the feel of his cock rubbing against your pussy walls will feel electric. Just stay relaxed and let us do the work for now. I want this to be amazing for you, “ Sarah coached.

Ali never said anything, but she nodded that she was ready. Mr. Michaels pressed forward ever so slightly. The head of his penis disappeared into her pussy and Ali gasped.

“I’ll go very slow Ali,” said Mr. Michaels. “If it is too much just tell me.” He pressed forward another inch. Sarah played with Ali’s tits and kissed the side of her head. Her own pussy ached watching him penetrate the new slave. With another inch, Ali grunted a little. Sarah knew he had reached her hymen. “Tell me again to fuck you. Tell me to make you a woman.”

Ali took a breath calming herself, “Fuck me Mr. Michaels. I want you to make me a woman. Please do it now. I’ve waited so long for this moment.”

Mr. Michaels leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed back and danced her tongue over his. Comforted between two of them. The touching display made Sarah warm and happy, without a hint of jealously on her part. It surprised her how much she enjoyed being in the situation, even without being the focus of his attention. Like she had given him a gift, gratified in his elation of its receipt.

Mr. Michaels leaned back up and then pressed steadily forward. Ali yelped and winced in momentary pain, but his dick disappeared all the way into her. After holding for a minute once achieving full penetration, Mr. Michaels started to slowly thrust in and out of her, allowing her to get accustomed to it. A small amount of blood appeared on his shaft as he pulled back. Flinching a few more times, Ali soon relaxed and started gyrating her hips in time to his thrusts.

Mr. Michaels picked up his tempo slightly. Ali moaned, lost in the throes of her ecstasy, while Sarah continued to pinch her nipples and roll them between her fingers. Before long, Mr. Michaels fucked harder. “She has the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt,” he exclaimed. Grabbing her thighs at her hips, he drove his dick deeper into her pussy.

Ali got more and more into it, arching her back and meeting his thrusts with her own pelvic grinding. Sarah reached forward and rubbed her friend’s clit while her Master fucked Sarah’s offering to him. Then Sarah felt it. Ali came. A big orgasm that seemed stronger and deeper than the ones that Ali normally had. Ali called out and pressed up against Mr. Michaels pelvis and Sarah’s fingers. “Oh my god!! Oh my god!!” she screamed repeatedly.

He never slowed down, fucking her through several more quick orgasms. When he pulled out of her, he turned her over on her knees while pushing her up farther on the bed, instructing Ali to eat Sarah’s pussy like the she did on his video and then proceeded fucking her doggie. Ali put her head down between Sarah’s legs, licking her friend feverishly. Sticking her fingers into Sarah’s pussy and sucked hard on her clit. The pounding of Mr. Michaels into her from behind made it tricky to keep her mouth on Sarah’s pussy, but she did her best. Reaching around her hip, he rubbed her clit while he ground his dick into her until Ali came again with her face in Sarah’s pussy. She stopped licking for a few seconds while the orgasm rolled through her until Mr. Michaels slapped her ass hard and told her to get back to it.

The hard spank shocked and confused her. Sarah helped her by grabbing her head and pulling it back down to her dripping cleft, soon feeling Ali’s tongue again find her love button and circle it. Sarah gave an extra loud moan to make sure that Mr. Michaels knew that Ali had gotten back on task. He fucked for several more minutes before yelling at Sarah, “I want you to cum for me Sarah. I want it right now!”

Sarah ground her pussy into Ali’s face and used her like a toy. Encouraging the novice to suck her clit and finger fuck her hard. Ali jammed her fingers in hard and fast and within seconds, Sarah announced her climax while looking right into her Master’s eyes.

As soon as Sarah’s orgasm began to eb, Mr. Michaels flipped Ali back on to her back and pushed her legs toward her chest while driving into her in missionary. Her tight pussy did it’s job and he groaned forcefully. Pulling out of her, he jerked his meat until he spewed thick hot cum all over Ali’s tits and stomach. When he finished, he sat back and looked at his two willing slaves waiting for him.

“Sarah, feed all of that cum to her with your fingers. Clean every drop.” Ali’s eyes got big, but Sarah moved to comply without hesitation. She dragged two fingers through a big glob and moved them up to Ali’s lips. Ali didn’t immediately open her mouth, so Sarah forced her lips open and pushed her fingers into her mouth, silently indicating that Ali better get with it. Finally accepting the suggestion, Ali sucked her fingers clean and Sarah got more.

Sarah repeated the procedure several more times, before she turned to Mr. Michaels and asked, “May I please help her Sir? Can I help clean her up?”

“Fine, but share it with her. I want her to taste it.” Sarah licked up several splotches of congealed sperm and then moved up and kiss Ali, sharing the spoils. Continuing until every drop had been removed from Ali’s pale skin, leaving only the light glisten of the drying saliva.

“You two go shower and Sarah, I want you to get her off several times with the shower wand,” he commanded. Getting up, the girls moved to the shower. The girls soaped each other taking lots of time to rub each other’s bodies. Joining them, Mr. Michaels stood in front of the opening watching the action. Then Sarah got the wand and put it onto a pulsing setting, first running the water over Ali’s body, spending time stimulating her nipples.

When the water settled on her clit, Ali visibly jumped. Soon she groaned and her hips ground automatically. Sarah moved her back to lean against the back wall of the shower, spreading her legs wider. Moving the spray up and down her pussy but focused mainly on the clit. Using her other hand, she spread Ali’s pussy lips so her naked love button took the full brunt of the water. Ali came once and then within seconds, started to cum again. She had to hold onto Sarah’s shoulders to steady herself. When it passed, she kissed Sarah deeply but Sarah never moved the water. Within another minute, Ali laid her head on Sarah’s shoulder as another orgasm rocked her little body.

Sarah pulled Ali from the wall, taking her place and pulling Ali back so that she leaned against her with her back to Sarah. Ali wrapped her arms around the back of Sarah’s head. Sarah kissed and bit Ali’s shoulder while keeping the water centered on her pussy. Ali rubbed against her friend and ground her hips. Before long, she came again more strongly than before.

As soon as it slowed, Ali grabbed the wand, pushed Sarah’s legs apart, and kneeled down. First she licked Sarah, but then turned the wand onto her pussy. Following Sarah’s example, she ran it up and down between the pussy lips before centering on the clit. Ali spread Sarah’s lips wide open and attacked the exposed nub. Sarah grabbed Ali’s head and before long an orgasm shook her body. Sarah’s orgasms always involved her whole body causing her legs and hips to tremble. She looked right at Mr. Michaels while she came. His returning smile melted her insides.

“Dry each other off and get into the bedroom!” Mr. Michaels commanded surprisingly angrily. Ali jumped up and both she and Sarah stared at each other concerned. Neither had any idea why he would be angry. Sarah grabbed towels and started to dry Ali off. Then she handed one to Ali to do her. Sarah knew Mr. Michaels intent. He would find fault and punish them. Probably spank them. The start of Ali’s training to always follow the rules and his instructions. It could be anything they did wrong. Or he would create a situation where they couldn’t do right. She remembered how terrified she had been when he first did it to her. She played it up for Ali, pretending to be worried at the suddenly very angry man that held their futures in his hands. Ali wanted to go out before Sarah had finished getting dried, but Sarah stopped her, saying “He said dry. Let’s not disobey. Finish with me.”

When they walked into the room, he greeted them leaning against the bed with the paddle in his hand. Sarah could feel Ali tense as they held hands standing naked next to one another. “I thought I was pretty clear, was I not.”

Neither girl responded and just stared at him. He continued, “Sarah, who did I say was supposed to get off in the shower?”

“Ali, sir.”

He nodded. “Ali, who did you get off in the shower.”

“Sarah.”

“Sarah SIR!” He looked even angrier and smacked the paddle onto the palm of his other hand.

Ali grimaced. “Sarah, sir!”

“Is there a reason you wouldn’t follow my simple instructions? Was this your indication that you have no intention of honoring our deal and doing what you are told? Maybe we should just call this whole thing off. Is that what you want?” he finished emphatically.

Ali broke first. “No sir! No!! Please. I am sorry. I thought since Sarah got me off…..I should do the same for her.”

“You don’t get to think anymore Ali. You get to follow my rules and my instructions. That is all. Do you two sluts understand that or not?”

“Yes sir, I understand. I will obey. I am sorry. I should have stopped her,” said Sarah.

Ali looked completely stunned and confused. She picked up when Sarah stopped. “I’m sorry sir. I didn’t follow your instructions. I will do as I am told.”

He shook his head. “I can’t let this go unpunished. You both understand that, right? The only way you are going to learn is if I punish you when you act like unruly bitches, doing any damn thing you think. Sarah, do you understand?” He stared straight at her.

Even knowing his intentions and why he said what he did, she shrunk and her belly turned over. He could still get that kind of reaction out of her any time he wanted. And despite knowing she only played a part in this indoctrination, she still knew she could really screw up and piss him off.

Sarah dropped her head and responded, “Yes sir. I was wrong and I deserve to be punished. Please punish me Master.” Saying it without even thinking. Pleading to him as Master had become ingrained. She had to beg her Master and address him as such. Briefly, she worried that Ali would pick up on it too, but there was no way she could break her training after all these weeks.

“Get over here and lay across my lap.” Mr. Michaels moved up onto the bed. Sarah lay across his lap with her legs on the floor, her head resting on the bed and her arms stretched out over her head. She wondered idly if Mr. Michaels had intentionally set the bed height to be the perfect height for either him to punish her, or fuck her, because both seemed to be at the ideal position.

Mr. Michaels looked at Ali and then brought the paddle down on Sarah’s ass. It made a loud crack and Sarah yelped a little. Ordering Sarah to count, he hit the other cheek. Continuing to alternate until both were bright pink. When Sarah got to 14, he brought the paddle down harder right across both cheeks. He stood her up and told her, “Next time, do as your told and I won’t have to punish you. But you took it well. Now kiss me and tell me you are my devoted slut.”

Sarah leaned down and kissed him wholeheartedly, sticking her tongue deep into his mouth. Cradling his head in both hands, she eventually broke of the fervent attack, took a step back, stood in slave pose with her head down, and announced, “I am your devoted slut sir.”

He indicated for Ali to take her place on his lap. At her reluctant paces forward, with her hands held behind her covering her ass, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to him. She let out a sob, with terror dripping off her at the prospect of getting the same treatment she had just seen Sarah receive. Sarah didn’t know for sure, but she doubted that Ali had ever been spanked.

“Tell her what she needs to know,” Mr. Michaels said to Sarah while pulling her across his lap.

Sarah got on the bed so she could see Ali’s face. “Relax. The worst thing you can do is tense. It will hurt, but it will hurt a lot less if you don’t panic and stay loose. Breath and let the pain flow through you. Don’t hold your breath! It makes it worse. And never try to cover your ass with your hands. If you do that and he hits your hand, it will be much worse than your ass. Relax.” Sarah brushed hair out of Ali’s face and wiped away some tears, before taking Ali’s hands and pulling them to her lap so they were over Ali’s head.

Mr. Michaels brought down the paddle onto Ali’s tender ass, rewarded with a loud smack. Ali jumped and yelped loudly. Sarah consoled her, “That’s right Ali. Relax. Feel the heat, but don’t tighten up. And count for him.”

Ali’s voice hitched, but she got out a “One,” before the second spank came. Sarah continued to try to comfort Escort Edirne her with encouraging words until he got to the last two of the fifteen intended blows. They were harder and Ali turned her head down into the mattress, but still gave out a muffled count.

Finished with his spanking, he stood her up and told her to kiss him and thank him for the instruction. She did so, but she looked shaken and rubbed the tight hot skin of her ass.

Mr. Michaels stood up and ordered the girls to blow him. Sarah grabbed Ali’s hands and got into a kneeling position pulling Ali down with her. While Ali looked lost and confused, Sarah grabbed his cock at the base and took several long licks before pointing it toward Ali. Ali tentatively reached forward with her tongue and did the same. Before long, they took turns sucking on his dick. As each girl took her turn, he grabbed them by the back of the head and shoved his dick deep into their mouths until they gagged. While Ali sucked on him, he told Sarah to suck on his balls. Then had them switch. Fully warmed up, he stood the girls up. He grabbed Sarah by the hair and made her look up into his eyes. “What are you, Sarah?” he asked.

“I’m your slut sir,” she responded.

He slapped her tits hard. “Try again.”

Sarah closed her eyes for a second as she let the pain dissipate. Looking back up at him straight in the eyes, she responded, “I’m your willing and devoted slut sir.”

He nodded and let go of her. Grabbing Ali by both nipples, clamping them between his thumb and forefinger, he pinched harder and harder until she whimpered and cried out.

“Do you understand how to answer that question? Tell me you know so that I believe you mean it or I am going to pinch these even harder.” He stared at her.

Ali tiptoed from foot to foot trying to alleviate the pain, sniveling. Seeing he wouldn’t stop, she centered herself, trying to focus on his demand and ignore the intense pain in her nipples. “I’m your willing and devoted slut sir. I will do anything you tell me to do. Just please stop pinching my nipples.”

He pinched even harder and twisted them about ninety degrees. “You don’t get to ask me to stop doing anything. These are now my nipples. If I want them to hurt, they will hurt. Do you understand?!” he demanded emphatically.

Ali shuddered before he pulled her nipples up until she stood on her tippytoes. “Yes sir. Sorry sir. They are your nipples. Anything you want sir,” she whined.

He leaned down so he was right in her face. “Stop that whining now and accept the pain. You are my slut. You do as I say, always. You don’t question me. I own this body now and I will give it both pleasure and pain as I see fit. And I don’t accept crying or disobedience. Is that fucking understood?!” His voice had ramped up from conversational to just under yelling.

Ali’s sucked air between her teeth trying to calm herself. “Yes sir. I understand sir.”

Mr. Michaels lightened up a little, but kept the nipples pinched. “Unless you want to call an end to this. You can. I will call the cops and they can deal with you for stealing. And I’ll give the videos to your parents and they can deal with their drunken lesbian daughter. It’s your call. You are either willing or we are through.”

“NO! No. No please. I am willing. I am your slut, I promise. I will do anything you tell me. My body is your body and you can do anything you want to me. Please sir.” Ali begged at the edge of tears, but to her credit, she didn’t let herself cry.

Mr. Michaels let go and leaned down to suck on her nipples, one at a time. Taking his time while he did it, Ali’s expression of terror melted into one of bliss. “Sarah, get me some nipple clamps.”

Sarah went to the bag by the nightstand and returned with nipple clamps. Mr. Michaels had continued to suck on Ali’s nipples until they were both fully erect and hard, though tender from the rough treatment. Breaking from the suckling, he attached clamps on each one with the chain dangling between them. Ali didn’t call out or complain, but Sarah could tell they hurt her in a way Ali had never felt before. From experience, Sarah knew that in a minute or two, they would get somewhat numb and not hurt as bad, but she remembered the first time he clamped her nipples. The shock of doing something so kinky and the unfamiliar pain with her nipples held compressed.

Mr. Michaels grabbed the chain and pulled Ali with him back to the bed. She couldn’t stop a small gasp and groan and the clamps pulled her nipples away from her body. Laying down in the center of the bed with his legs spread, he ordered, “Ali, you blow me while on your knees. And I mean give the best blow job you have ever given. Ignore the pain from the clamps. Sarah, you get in behind her and make her cum as many times as you can with your mouth and fingers.”

Ali got into position between his legs with him keeping the chain taut. Doing her best to ignore them, she started to lick his cock, and proceeded to use every technique Sarah had taught her. Licking and sucking his balls, varying her speed, using long strokes with her hand and mouth, all while keeping good eye contact. Hesitating only briefly at times when he would pull harder on the clamps. Sarah spread Ali’s pussy and ass wide and licked up and down her friend’s pussy. She used her thumb to rub her clit and tongue fucked her vagina, occasionally feeling Ali tense and stop to gain composure before returning to her task.

“Focus on my dick girl. Ignore the pain from the clamps and the pleasure from her mouth. Your only interest should be making that dick cum.” Ali redoubled her efforts on stoking his dick with both hands while bobbing her mouth up and down over the head. But she lost the battle against Sarah’s efforts, pulling off his dick while an orgasm rocked through her body.

“Keep that cock in your mouth you fucking cock whore!” he demanded. Ali immediately got it back in her mouth while still feeling the waves of climax. “That’s right. Keep it in your mouth and focus on me. Resist the urge to be the greedy slut you are and focus only on me,” he said as he pulled even harder on the clamps. One started to slip and she grunted with her mouth full of penis, but it turned to moans as Sarah got two fingers into her, finger fucking her while continuing to rub her clit. Ali came again but kept her mouth moving on his dick. Obviously confused by the multiple simultaneous sensations, she moaned and groaned on the cock.

“Lick her ass Sarah. Get your tongue deep into her asshole.” Sarah spread Ali’s ass cheeks even wider and drew her wide tongue up over her tight knot. Knowing Ali had never had her asshole rimmed before, Sarah anticipated her jerk and helped steady Ali so that she kept Mr. Michaels in her mouth, but felt her stop moving except for the tremble her Ali’s legs.

“Slap this slut’s ass for me Sarah. She can’t seem to keep her focus and we are going to have to teach her.” Sarah brought her hand down flat and hard against Ali’s right cheek. Then switched hands and hit her left. But she kept tonging the girls ass while slapping from side to side. Her tongue danced all around the outside and pressed into her tight anus.

Ali did her best to ignore everything else and took long strokes on Mr. Michaels dick. Satisfied, Mr. Michaels told Sarah to stop spanking. Ali came again, but never slowed. He pulled on the clamps but she managed to ignore the pain, even when they pulled completely off her nipples. Mr. Michael’s grunted and started to raise his hips. Sarah knew he had exploded in Ali’s mouth. She heard Ali slurp at his hot ejaculate, but saw the evidence of her failure to swallow as it rolled down his shaft and onto his stomach while Ali choked. When she got over choking, a look at Mr. Michaels told her what she needed to do and she started licking up the remaining spew. Sarah got Ali to orgasm again while she cleaned him up, but she barely missed a beat.

“Good job. You focus on me and you either swallow or clean it up. Get used to it.” He pulled Ali up and kissed her. Hesitant at first, she got into it and kissed him back sensually, playing with his tongue. “I think it is time for you to return the favor to your friend,” he said as he indicated for Sarah to lay down in the center of the bed. Guiding Ali’s head between her legs, he pulled her hips up until she remained on her knees with her ass up. Ali got to work licking Sarah’s pussy, kissing her labia and sucking the delicate skin folds into her mouth. Soon she progressed to sticking her tongue from inside her vagina up to swirling the tip of her tongue around her clit.

Sarah moaned and encouraged her, “That’s right. Suck my clit into your mouth. Bite it and let me feel your teeth.”

While Ali focused on Sarah, Mr. Michaels got in behind her spread open pussy. He straddled one of her legs, facing backward, so he could rub a vibrator up and down her pussy slit, forcing the head to tease her vaginal opening pressing up on the underside of her clit. In no time, Ali’s hips humped in sync with her moans into Sarah’s pussy. With his other hand, he dropped lube at the top of Ali’s ass crack making Ali jump a little at the cold liquid. As it started to run down her ass crack toward her butthole, Mr. Michaels used his middle finger to rub it all around her rear entrance and then slowly pushed his fingertip into her extremely tight hole.

He put down the vibrator long enough to smack her ass hard several times. “Relax and let my finger into your asshole. Stop fighting me.” Ali stopped her endeavors on Sarah and looked back at Mr. Michaels obviously shocked at his treatment. “Did I say stop?! Get your face back into that cunt and get Sarah off! She got you off. Or are you always going to be this greedy?” he growled very pissed off. He slapped her ass again harder and continued for several more until Ali got her face back into place and Sarah confirmed how good it felt.

He went back to vibrating Ali’s pussy and playing with her asshole. To Sarah’s relief for her friend, she knew she must have relaxed as she watched her Master finger his new slave’s ass. Moving first one finger in and out for a few minutes before adding a second finger all while keeping the vibrator right on her clit. Sarah felt Ali’s body shiver and knew Ali had cum again. But he didn’t slow and continued to pump his fingers faster into her while clicking the vibrator up to a higher level.

“Sarah, pull your legs up and Ali, lick her ass,” he ordered. Sarah grabbed her knees and pulled them up to her chest, rolling her ass up off the bed. Spreading Sarah’s ass checks, staring right at the brown eye facing her, she looked up at Sarah with obvious anxiety of coming face to face with someone’s forbidden hole. When she hesitated, Mr. Michaels slapped her ass again. Ali leaned forward and tentatively stuck her tongue to Sarah’s puckered knot and wiggled it slightly. When Sarah moaned loudly, Ali more confidently licked over and around her asshole, dragging her tongue in more exaggerated motions. “Stick your tongue inside her ass,” he demanded. Ali took a breath and pushed the tip of her tongue against Sarah’s rear entry. Sarah felt Ali’s tongue wedge into her.

“That’s it, Ali. It feels so good. Please tongue fuck my ass sweetie,” Sarah urged. Ali pressed harder getting her tongue deeper. Gaining confidence, she continued to lick and press her tongue past Sarah’s sphincter while using her finger to rub Sarah’s clit.

Ali moaned again as another orgasm started, but she kept all of her focus on getting Sarah off. Encouraging her as much as possible, Sarah soon begged her not to stop. Mr. Michaels watched a big orgasm rip through Sarah. She looked right at him and smiled as her legs shook and body trembled. He often told her how much he enjoyed how visibly her body reacted when she climaxed. About how it enhanced his own enjoyment by feeling her pussy vibrate on his cock. He always demanded that the focus should only be on him, but after so much time with him, Sarah knew that his biggest enjoyment came from making girls cum. Everything he did centered on getting bigger orgasms from the girl and he watched raptly while they did. Even as her orgasm finally started to wain, she watched as he forced two more out of Ali. Sarah held Ali’s head and ground into Ali’s face getting her pussy juice all over her friend while she did.

Mr. Michaels finally relented and let the girls get up. Sarah gave Ali a quick peck on the lips before licking her own juices off her nose and chin. Giggling, Ali leaned in for a deeper, unhurried kiss, before they both turned and thanked him. Moving to stand ten feet away from the bed, he commanded them to crawl to him and kiss his feet. Sarah moved first, getting on her knees and elbows and crawled. Ali looked startled by the scene, but followed Sarah’s example and soon both girls kissed his feet and thanking him for being so generous. He told them to stay on their knees, face down to the floor, with their arms stretched out in front of them with their hands clasped. “This is your slave bow. When I want your devotion, this is what I expect. Is that understood?”

“Yes sir,” they said in unison.

Next, he positioned them on their knees, legs spread shoulder width apart, backs straight and chests pushed out, their arms crossed behind them and their heads up looking straight ahead. “Either standing or kneeling, this is your slave pose. When you are waiting for directions, you are to be in one of these poses.”

“Yes sir,” they said again in unison.

“Now get me your phones. Then get cleaned up and dressed and meet me downstairs.” They both ran to get their clothes and phones and gave them to him with their codes. They went into the bathroom and started to get cleaned up.

Ali looked around nervously and then whispered to Sarah, “Why do you think he wants our phones?”

“He owns us, Ali. It doesn’t matter what he wants them for. He is going to control everything we do. We just have to accept it.”

Looking deject at the answer, she went back to cleaning her face.

Sarah ventured, “But wasn’t the sex good? I know this was your first time, but trust me, my first time was like a two-minute accident. Completely unremarkable and unfulfilling. Was yours good? And memorable?”

Ali actually smiled and laughed. “Oh my god. I had no idea that was what sex would be like. It was actually very nice to have you with me. But I’ve never cum so much or so hard. I lost count. Maybe I am a lesbian. I love eating your pussy and having you eat mine,” she mused. After more consideration she continued, “No, actually having a dick in me was….” she shuddered before she could continue, “unbelievable.” She let out a long satisfied sigh. “I know I will always want to have dick too. Feeling him in me like that just felt right.”

“It’s not like this with all guys. Most just want to get off and most don’t have a dick as big as he does. But it will get better and better. Just don’t fight it and go along. We don’t want to get punished.”

They finished dressing and went downstairs. Mr. Michaels recited the now familiar rules to them for Ali’s benefit, but Sarah pretended to listen carefully like they were new. He told Ali he wanted her back in the morning by herself. But he also told them he had massages at the spa set up for them in the afternoon. Both girls thanked him, kissing and hugging him, before heading out.

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Gracie took Jenny’s hand and led her out the back kitchen door into a beautifully landscaped back yard. Large Evergreens hung over a tall wooden fence and Jenny knew they’d have plenty of privacy. At the bottom of the fence there was a rock garden complete with gorgeous flowers going all the way around. A beautiful garden in the center of the back yard was surrounded by gorgeous Cherry Blossom trees and it smelled heavenly. A moat surrounded the garden center complete with Lily Pads, frogs and newts. Jenny took a step towards the center and squealed as she felt a spray of water from behind. She turned around to see Gracie giggling with the garden hose in her hand and Jenny let her spray off all the creamy goo from her dripping body. 

Gracie giggled again, “Now do me!”, and handed Jenny the hose. Jenny swirled the stream of warm water all over Gracie’s shimmering body  then pulled her close to share a hot wet kiss under the spray from the hose. In a swift motion Gracie snatched the hose from Jenny’s hand and reached under her tank top to lift it off Jenny’s dripping body. Jenny took the hint and proceeded to lift Gracie’s top off as well. Jenny let out a soft moan as Gracie slid down her skimpy micro skirt then knelt down to slide Gracies even skimpier skirt down with her teeth.

Now just in bra and panties, Gracie took Jenny’s hand and led her over the tiny wooden bridge into the center of the Edirne Escort garden. Jenny let out a stifled gasp as she saw the in-ground hot tub in the center. The two girls stepped into the still warm water and Gracie turned on the jets. The warm water swirled around their bodies and immediately warmed the two girls up. Gracie took the opportunity to kiss Jenny hard, slip her tongue between her soft lips then reached behind her to grab a small plastic container. She unscrewed the cap and poured a generous amount into the bubbling water. Almost instantly the bubbles turned into a bubble bath and the two girls sank neck deep letting the bubbles and the steaming water caress their bodies.

As the bubbles continued to swirl over their bodies, Jenny and Gracie met in the middle. Two sets of lips met and the two girls moaned softly. The kisses intensified and two soft tongues tangled, twirled and lapped at each other. At the same time the water seemed to swirl harder and the bubbles seemed to increase and slide over and under the two girls writhing bodies. The kisses seemed to grow desperate as soft hands slid over wet bubbly bodies until Jenny felt a finger slide down the crack of her tight ass. Gracie slid her panties halfway down her soft ass and without warning slid two fingers slid deep inside Jenny’s pussy. As Jenny let out a soft. moan, Gracie pulled her mouth away. A long string of saliva Edirne Escort Bayan lingered between their two lips and Gracie whispered into Jenny’s ear and pulled her tight

Jenny’s knees nearly buckled as she heard Gracie’s words, “You can be as loud as you need to, my neighbors on both sides are gone for the  weekend.” Jenny squealed as she felt a third finger slip into her quivering hole and felt Gracie spin her body and push her hard up against the side of the hot tub. Gracie let out a growl and suddenly became forceful and dominant. Jenny’s head was pushed down and she felt her legs being kicked apart. Gracie reached below the now steaming water and ripped off Jenny’s panties. Jenny felt Gracie’s rock hard she cock slide between the crack of her ass and without a word Gracie drove her girl cock all the way inside her. 

All Jenny could do was hold on for dear life as Gracie penetrated her. “Uhhhhh…” was all she had time to moan as Gracie thrust over and over and deeper and deeper into Jenny. “Ohhh fuck harder!!” she wailed and Gracie grabbed onto her hips and began to pound her mercilessly. “Fuck me Gracie!!! Fuck my PUSSY!! FUCK MEE!!!” Gracie did not hold back. Pushing Jenny’s head down with one hand and grabbing her creamy hip with the other, Gracie impaled Jenny even deeper. Jenny screamed as she felt Gracie’s thrusts even harder and deeper than she thought possible. “FUCK Escort Edirne ME LIKE THE DIRTY WHORE I AM!!!”

Gracie bent down and sunk her teeth into Jenny’s soft shoulder then slid out almost all the way out of Jenny’s tight hole. Gracie bit down even harder and Jenny screamed again, “GRACIE!!!” As she felt Gracie’s cock slide once again deep inside her, Jenny’s eyes rolled back in her head and she pushed back hard to make Gracie slide even deeper up in her. Gracie pulled Jenny’s head back and at the same time hit bottom. A split second later Jenny felt Gracie’s cum flood her tight cunt with a huge hot gooey load of girl spunk. “GRACIE!!”, she screamed once more and heard her screams echo through the yard. Gracie continued to thrust deep in her and Jenny felt Gracies sweet load fill her pussy to capacity. Jenny felt Gracie’s girl cock slide balls deep still oozing cum into her. The two girls held that position for what seemed like an eternity until Gracie slid slowly out of Jenny’s well fucked pussy. Jenny slowly turned around to once again meet Gracie’s juicy lips with hers. Two bodies ground against each other and held each other tight as the warm water bubbled and massaged their bodies.

Spent, the two girls slowly climbed out of the hot tub and Gracie reached over to turn off the jets. Hand in hand they slowly walked around the yard stealing occasional soft kisses. The warm southern California air dried their bodies. Finally the two started towards the house and as they carefully stepped around the mud puddle the hose left earlier, Jenny pushed Gracie right into the mud.

“Your turn slut…”

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“Yes, feel my naked body with yours, Stan, it’s no crime.”

“I will, you lovely MILF, congrats, you won, I wanted to turn you down, but you’re beyond dazzling, and I’d never stand a chance coming back out here. I knew it the second you left.”

“Enough chit chat, fuck me already.”

“Wait, you’re on birth control, though, right?”

“No, but I can get a morning-after pill if I need to tomorrow, you’ve made us drift past the point of no return here, so stick that schlong inside that pussy and make love to me.”

“Yes, Katrina,” he muttered before peeking back at his pecker.

He grabbed it and aligned it with my snatch. Then he looked back at me and maintained a small gap between us. I surely knew he wanted to fuck me, but he failed to jam it into my slit just yet. We maintained eye contact for a minute, and I fondled his back and neck.

I just waited for him again, but as I had him on top of me, I had a lot more confidence that he was going to do it. After two minutes, I kissed him again and kept our lips together for over a minute.

Although, then I separated our lips and tapped his neck. “Don’t be mean, I don’t like getting teased, let your pecker slither into my pussy and fuck me.”

“I’m sorry, Katrina,” he apologized right before he pushed it in there completely. “Oh, holy shit,” he moaned, slanting his head back. “Your cherry is so much slicker than I ever imagined.”

“Then thrust it and have fun, Stan,” I moaned, shimmering a bit. “You have me vibrating like the vibrator I have in that bag. I didn’t need to bring extra batteries, because I have you to fuck me.”

“You mean you want to fuck again after this?”

“Maybe, but if you kiss me again and make it more intimate, you might sway me to want you a little more, if that’s what you want. Bear in mind, you’ll know what it’s like to fuck me,” I warned Stan, placing my palms on his midback.

He failed to add to that, but did begin to thrust his cock. Even at his slow speed, he surely did make me feel good. He stayed close, so my boobs rubbed onto his chest, but I was sure that added to his fire.

He also took my advice and kissed me from time to time. Of course, that left me smiling and sweating up another storm. As I felt his cock digging deeper and deeper into my slit, I sensed my love meter going off very quickly.

He couldn’t smirk back at me, but I still understood why. He certainly had his own issues to deal with while fucking me, so I wasn’t going to give him shit for it. I just let him be him and fuck me having fun while doing it.

We stayed in that same spot for five minutes after I last spoke, and he remained at the same speed for the most part. There were a million other things I wanted to do with him, but I still didn’t push him.

After a few minutes, though, he leaned his head back again. “Oh, hell, yes, Katrina.”

“Do you have to cum already?”

“Crap, yes,” he moaned, evicting his member. “May I shoot you?”

“Yes, of course, I’d adore you for it.”

He swiftly got on his knees and immediately began stroking his dick. “Here you go, you delicate woman,” he let out before unleashing his load yet again. “Damn, you’re wicked, though.”

“I know, but you’ll learn to love me,” I made clear, taking his first shot on my melons. “Be sure to get my face again.”

He lifted his member just to make sure he did.

“Yes, right on my nose, thank you,” I said as I took his last stream on my stomach.

“Fuck me, you’re something else,” he moaned, resting on his knees. “I wanted to last a lot longer.”

I snatched his hands. “There is no need to fret, Stanley, I swear, you didn’t blow it, metaphorically speaking,” I comforted him, setting him on my jugs and grabbing his wood. “We can fuck again before we go to sleep. As long as we get back on the road by three tomorrow, we’ll be okay.”

“May I kiss you again?”

“Yes, you may,” I responded without letting his member go.

Even with his seed on my chest, he pressed his on mine and wrapped his arms around me.

‘I guess I won him a few times over,’ I thought before I parted my lips. “Would you like this mother to suck your dick again, Stan?”

“Oh, I’d love that, Katrina.”

“Will you caress my head this time, though?” I pondered, positioning myself down on my stomach in front of him.

“Yes, whatever you want.”

“I like you, and if you come across another woman you like that’s willing to get into bed, then get into bed with them,” I favored that before I took his member into my mouth.

“I will definitely remember that, Katrina,” he let out, placing his hands on my head. “And I’ll always look back on this day, when I had the sexiest MILF on the planet to blow me, I promise.”

I smiled as much as I could, but I couldn’t angle my head up much in that position. Although, I sucked his schlong once again in my slow style while pressing my lips on it rather softly at first. This time, his hands played a role, and he gave me positive reinforcement too.

“Oh, wow, it felt amazing the first time, but you’ve come into a whole new territory, and now you’re a goddess. A MILF goddess that is,” he moaned, fondling my head.

I couldn’t resist moving my head back and forth, making my lips massage his member that much more. I surely knew I couldn’t fuck him all night long, but as he made me feel like one sexy lady, I certainly wanted to stay busy all night long.

‘And your wood tastes better this time too, hung man. Maybe it doesn’t have the surprise to go with it now, but the support you’re giving me now is making up for it indeed. I’m holding it tight to make sure you stay settled because all bets are off when it comes to having a MILF suck your cock. I know you’ve never had another woman do it, but I’m pretty sure it is much sexier to have a mom do it rather than some inexperienced college chick. There’s no shame in admitting it; it is just true.’

“Fuck, this feels better than my prick going in and out your snatch, but yet, I can hold my load better this way. I guess no one said it had to make sense.”

I let it out and came up with him. “Nothing in life has to make sense, my dear,” I told him before kissing him. “I would think with your young adult libido, you would’ve jumped at the chance to fuck me, but you objected. Again, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, but when a MILF wants to score with you…”

“Just score with her?”

“Exactly, but don’t shoot down my throat, I have two bundles of joy for you to drench,” I made clear, before taking his pecker back into my mouth.

“I understand, Katrina. The last thing on my mind right now is upsetting you. Whatever you want, you got it,” he moaned, covering my head with his hands again.

‘I like that, and do I feel your dick getting bigger in my mouth? It certainly seems like it, but could just be the wishful thinking mixed with the adrenaline. Either way, it’s been too long since I sucked a schlong, but for you, I guess I haven’t lost my touch.’

Without letting his johnson out, I slowly climbed my way down onto my knees on the floor. He had no issue following me and sitting down on his butt. That way, I was in a better position to blow him.

Although, even after we did that, I let his cock out anyway and climbed up to him. “Am I wooing you so far?” I pondered, rubbing my boobs on his chest.

“Oh, hell, yes,” he answered, failing to glance at me.

I lowered myself back to his member and immediately began to deep throat him.

“Oh, motherfucker!” he screamed, placing both hands on his face.

I didn’t even warn him to keep it down, I just kept the entire thing in my mouth and sucked it a bit more. Evidently, he couldn’t view my face as it happened, but again we already had all the intimacy and love to go with us.

He vibrated like my vibrator once again, but his crotch acted as the base of the vibrations, though. I surely felt it perfectly, so I let some of his wood out before he needed to pop again.

“That was close, Katrina unless you just want that cum that badly,” he let out, wiping his forehead.

I nodded, and he angled his head back again. I heard him breathing heavily, so I knew his seed was coming soon, whether I pulled out my ‘A’ game or not. I found myself more than gitty to get it out.

I still held the base of his cock hard, but increased my speed a little bit. Needless to say, he made my whole body shake a bit as he placed his palms on my upper back and shoulders. They moved around casually, but somewhat hardly too.

My cheeks kept rubbing on his thighs too when I had my lips thrust down, and I got an extra shake from him because of that as well. So, we, as a couple, seemed to be our own earthquake. We made the bed move a bit, but didn’t make it come off its legs.

“Yes, yes, yes, Katrina, just like that. Your soft lips are doing all the work for you now, and they did make kissing you a lot better too.”

I giggled just a tad, but then I stole his hands and transferred them to my tits. He grabbed onto them somewhat as I kept thrusting my lips. Once again, I couldn’t get a good look at his face, but I absolutely knew his mouth was wide open.

I felt his feet patting the floor with the fronts of his feet numerous times, so I reveled in the experience even more. Even though I knew he had to give in to me, I still felt the sexiest thrills surging throughout my body like nothing I had ever felt before in my life.

‘The very feeling that I’m to make this guy shoot his load is worldly to me. I know it could be because I haven’t fucked a guy in a while, but still, this is steaming hot,’ I thought before a gap. ‘Oh, you’re pushing my head back now, so you can look at me. Do you want to look right at me as I make you cum, Stan? Edirne Escort I like that, what a way to make it more intimate?’

“I won’t say ‘Fuck you, son,’ but something down the road form that. You’re stunning, loving, and sweet, so what’s not to love when I have my cock in your mouth? I know David wouldn’t like it no matter if he found out, but I still can’t worry about him now, you’re making me feel too damn good right now. Maybe it’s selfish, but he bailed on me to drive in with Cassandra. I’m happy he likes her, but I don’t, so it sucked a lot for me, but on the other hand, it made this happen: I’m having sex with his dashing friend, so we’re even.”

I laughed even with his cock still in my mouth. He certainly knew all the buttons to press by then, and I loved that.

“Yes, it’s time now, Katrina,” he warned me, pushing my mouth off his dick. “I’m going to submerge your breasts now.”

“Then do it, stud,” I pleaded, bringing them towards it. “Don’t tease your best friend’s mom,” I said, giving him a puppy face.

“Yes, of course, Katrina,” he let out, stroking it right before he let out even more seed to my jugs.

“Oh, yes,” he moaned multiple times throughout his orgasm.

He doled it all out all over my boobs, but he moved it around for me. As he did, I nearly thought I had a heart attack each time his cum blasted on my chest. It seemed my heart was directly connected to his load, but of course, it was just the emotional spike I felt.

“Oh, yes,” I muttered, looking at my tits. “David would definitely not want to know how much of your seed is currently on my rack. It might even end in a slap fight, because he’d want to slap the shit out of you,” I theorized, standing up and putting my hand out.

He took it, and we both climbed back on the bed, but I had him sit towards the end of the bed. “You need to relax, so lean back on the wall, and let this MILF ride you,” I suggested, snagging his rod.

“Oh, I’d love that, Katrina,” he let out just before it sought shelter inside my twat, and he grabbed my thighs too.

“I know your jizz is all over them, but feel free to feel them, or wipe them off with the blanket, I don’t mind.”

“Okay, thank you,” he said, before grabbing it.

He cleansed them for a few seconds, but then tossed it. “I don’t like feeling my seed when I’m having sex.”

“Just when you masturbate, Stan?” I inquired, wrapping my arms around his head.

“I guess, yes, wow, you get me,” he commended me, grabbing my thighs.

“It’s a gift, fortunately for you, I’ll only have to use it once on you,” I mentioned before kissing him.

“To get me to say ‘Fuck it’ and get into bed with you?”

“Yes, stud,” I agreed, moving my torso around. “Now feel your bare dick inside me and relish the feeling, but try not to cum, though.”

“Okay, I will,” he let me know, beginning to thrust his wood a bit himself.

My tits maintained a small space between us, so they would still flop around freely. They certainly kept his attention, but I didn’t mind. I just cherished the feeling on his member going deeper and deeper into my slit.

Every time it went back in again, I felt my pussy tighten just a tad, so I knew it heightened the pleasure for him as well. He bit down on his bottom lip after only a minute, so his defenses were going down quickly.

My hands came down to his stomach, and I pushed on it a bit, but not enough to make him uneasy at all. We both breathed rather heavily to make it seem we needed a respirator, but we both had the passion riding us hard.

“Come on, look into my eyes now, horny man. You’ve checked out my tits enough, and I may even drive topless on the rest of the trip, so look at me now.”

“I’m sorry, Katrina, your hooters are heart-stopping, my heart feels like it wants to fly out of my chest like a rocket now it’s just…” he got out before I kissed him.

“You really need to work on not getting into anxious rants, that might make your heart feel better. I’m not mad; I just wanted to get back a little intimacy as I rode you, that’s all. You can learn a whole lot from a MILF, Stan. I know I’m wooing you too, but sometimes you have to stay on your toes.”

“Well said, Katrina,” he told me before pushing me down, but holding me up with his hands. “Don’t worry, I’ll take this as all one big sex lesson,” he moaned, rubbing his face in my melons.

“Good to know, young man, I just wanted to see those beautiful brown eyes, but now feast them on those all you want as I caress your head. Let your tongue out or just get off solely by the feel of them on those.”

I moved his face all around them to ensure he got the most from the most natural form of Viagra. “Do I feel your dick trembling inside my slit now, are you feeling the need to cum yet again today? With my help, are you about to set a record for cumming in one day?”

“Yes, I think so, Katrina, you’re a sexual angel,” he moaned, rubbing his arms on my back.

“It’s alright; it is difficult to handle a MILF on your first try if you need to rest, you may.”

“Oh, thank you, Katrina,” he moaned, leaning back. “I guess I will have to fuck you a few times to get used to this level of pleasure. I guess I was a fool to think I could handle fucking you without missing a beat.”

“Don’t fret; I’m sure that was another reason you avoided getting into bed. Remember, I’m still a mom, so you don’t need to be perfect for me. If you want, I’ll teach you to please a woman so well, that no woman will even want to keep their panties on around you.”

“Okay, Katrina, I can’t wait.”

“Well, you’re good at holding your load when you get your cock sucked, so you’re already making progress, but open that mouth, and put it on my nipple,” I ordered him, pushing his mouth on it. “You need to learn how to do that, as well. Woman pleasing isn’t a science, but it should be,” I mentioned, scrubbing his head. “Just watch the teeth though, that’s all I ask.”

He nodded and peeked at me for a split second. He angled his head back to my melons again as I was sure he treasured the physical feel of them. So, he mixed learning and pleasure right then, and I had to be pleased with that.

“You’re learning to play the sexy game, Stan, that’s classy. I told you, I’ll teach you, sometimes they just come up naturally from learning. I almost wish David would get with your mom so she could teach him, and make Casandra happy. I know you don’t like her, but I do. Whether or not she walks down the aisle with a bun in her oven doesn’t matter to me, I just love her.”

“If you say so, Katrina.”

“Hell, if need be, Stan, you find a woman you think might be your wife, bring her to me, I’ll make damn sure you both know how to fuck each other. I’ll demonstrate on her how to suck nipples, eat pussy, or show her how to suck your dick; I don’t mind,” I moaned before a long gap and slanting my head back. “Well, you’re still doing quite good now, licking and sucking on that nipple. You must be a boobs man, am I right?”

He nodded without releasing my nipple and grabbed both of them hard. I failed to turn down the temptation to push his face even closer to my rack, but my nipple remained in his mouth. I pushed so hard that all of my squishy flesh was in his face.

So, I couldn’t see his eyes, but I was sure he closed them to appreciate them even more. Even while he fucked my nipples, I still didn’t stop moving around, so I was his cowgirl as I slathered my lips endlessly.

Although, without any warning, he escaped my hands and switched to my other nipple. I had to laugh and keep my arms at my sides to deal with the surprise. Nevertheless, though, he made me twitch a bit and made my slit thrust on his cock.

“Okay, maybe I’m a bitch that underestimated you just a tad.”

“No, you’re not a bitch, Katrina.”

“And you’re a sweetheart too,” I praised him, bringing my hands up. “I feel like one of the inflatable guys at a used car dealership. Yes, Stan, keep me waving and make my back hurt in the morning.”

“Yes, Katrina, your pussy is so lubed up, I barely have to move, you’re doing most of the work for me.”

“No, you’re thrilling me, hunk, and making me reacting to you like this. Stop making me so hot, Stan, and then I’ll do some of the work. You’re my son’s best friend, so it’s going to be an uphill battle for you.”

“Okay, but we better make this time count, because we don’t need you crashing the car tomorrow when we finish the drive.”

“Yeah, so I might need you to drive a bit, but I can give you head to make it worth your while. You can drive when you get your dick sucked, right?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never tried it before, Katrina.”

“Well, you might find out tomorrow, and I’ll even do it naked if you want me to, Stan.”

“No,” he made clear, turning us both down, so I was on my back. “I don’t need anyone else on the road, possibly seeing your ravishing body, it’s too good to put on display for anyone on the highway. I certainly wouldn’t want a cop seeing your melons either,” he made clear, grabbing my thighs and leaving a small gap between us. “We’ll just do David that favor without him even knowing about it,” he explained, thrusting his rod again.

“Good to know, Stan, but put the entire thing in there. I want to feel your whole quivering dick inside me. You can do that for your best friend’s mom, right?”

“Yes, I’ll do it come hell or high water, I promise.”

“I certainly hope you fuck another MILF in the future because that will be the ultimate test, how another mother you’d like to fuck will like you to get into her panties. It’s not just about the size of your dick; you need to make a connection and let her know you at least have a thing for her. I can’t advise Edirne Escort Bayan you using anything just to get laid, though.”

“Understood, Katrina.”

We both smiled at each other lustfully as his member continued to go in and out of my cherry. Even as he didn’t punish it as I surely wanted, he still filled my heart up with love, and I definitely felt myself getting high off it too.

I grabbed onto his arms, even though he didn’t need me to and held him tight. I was sure it still helped him stay upright also though he was moving rather lazily. Although, he did indeed lean to me a bit more and push his entire cock into my slit.

“Oh,” I moaned, closing my eyes and slanting my head back. “Now that hits the spot, Stan. Your member is wonderful just halfway in, but with the whole thing in there, you turned the pleasure dial to the right, but keep thrusting it for me.”

“Yes, my MILF,” he moaned, prior to kissing me and following my order.

He stayed really close to me and fucked me as slowly as he could. All the while, he managed to keep the extra thrills coming out the wazoo. I grabbed his hips and held onto them as tightly as I could to ensure I didn’t just quake us off the bed.

Neither of us spoke once again for a little while after that, but we maintained the same position. I kept my legs spread out as much as I could too, but it did make it a little uncomfortable. There was no way I was about to break the intimacy, though.

‘Crap, I’m starting to cry just a little bit, but I don’t think it’ll matter to this stud. Stan’s falling for me, and he’ll understand. I feel his cock throbbing, and judging by his face, he is working up a massive load again. I can’t wait to get it, but maybe it’ll be the biggest yet so he can completely drench my boobs. Yeah, I’m an extra hot to trot MILF that needs cock. However long we see each other, Stan, just keep it hard for me. I’ll make you cum oceans if need be. I’m not supposed to be having sex with my son’s best friend, but yet I am.’

We bit down on bottom lips and prepped ourselves the best we could. We still had our figures submerged in sweat and our hearts racing, too, because of how taboo the situation was. With every passing thrust, I swear I felt my pussy tightened up a little more.

Needless to say, more and more tears formed on my face as well, and I saw his face turn into a pained one. He grabbed onto my thighs a bit harder too, so I knew we were both in for probably the last thrilling before he needed to cum.

“Is your back hurting now?”

“Not as much as my cock, I feel it hurting quite a bit because I feel my load building up so damn much. I’ve also come so much in the past few hours, I’ve inflicted a toll on it too, but it’s completely worth it. I get to have sex with the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“Oh, I’m flattered, and my pussy feels pretty dwindled too, but I agree,” I mentioned, propping myself up with him. “It’s completely worth it,” I made clear, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him. “Even middle-aged MILFs need their slits filled up with a real cock.”

“I know, I know, Katrina,” he mumbled, setting his hands on my butt.

“Does that mean you’ll fill it up with your schlong for me now and then?”

“All under David’s nose?”

“I love him to death, but he doesn’t need to know how to fulfill my needs for that sort of thing.”

“I understand,” he made clear before pasting his lips to mine.

I mopped his chest with my big melons and made us both still move back and forth somewhat as we stayed that close for over five minutes. I couldn’t force myself not to shed more tears to save my life; I was sure he felt them too.

Although, he still didn’t let his lips off mine. He kept up the newfound affection between us as if I was a drug; he just couldn’t get enough of at all. I had to savor every single moment of our sexual adventure together, but right then, I couldn’t adore him more.

I had to part my lips, though. “You’ve never had your dick sucked before today, but you certainly knew how to kiss, though.”

“I think it’s just you bringing it out of me, Katrina. You’re the ‘X’ factor here that is better than heaven, holy shit, I’d love to see you full time.”

“That’s music to my ears, but you’re just on a MILF high now. Although, I don’t mind either seeing you under my son’s nose for some time, maybe we can just leave some clues here and there to make him put the pieces together. If he doesn’t, we may need just to tell him, but rest assured, I’m still his mom, and he can’t stay mad at his mommy for very long.”

“Okay, Katrina, but again, he’d understand if he got into my mom’s panties.”

“Yes, your mom is a good-looking woman too.”

“Thank you, I guess.”

Then I had us fall onto our sides so he could adequately thrust his cock yet again. Our eye contact remained locked up, and our arms stayed encased around each other too. He also demonstrated his listening skills by kissing me from time to time again.

‘I can only guess he calmed himself down a bit, so his dick must be feeling better. He still has his load built up, but I still have to get it out. I might be tired with an aching twat, but I’m up for the challenge.’

“Holy shit, I swear, you have the best boobs I’ve ever seen in my life. Granted, 95% of them have been in porn, but still, you have the rack of a lifetime.”

“Fuck me, I know you’re high, but damn, you’re flattering me as if you’re about to die.”

“No, I’m okay, but you have me thinking I might be dead and in heaven now.”

“Nope, your pecker is inside my pussy right now, and if you shoot your load inside me, there is a possibility that you could knock me up, Stan. Everything is real, so beware,” I said in a ghastly voice.

“I’m forewarned now, woman. Fuck me; I think I’m in love with you, Katrina. You’re already a freaking angel, but you’re astonishing.”

We pulled each other even closer, so my hooters were slightly squished. I surely knew Stan was going to need to shoot soon, but yet, I wanted to keep him very close. I prevented him from being able to thrust his dick, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Oh, I feel your cunt tightening up now, chicky. Oh, those pussy walls feel as slick as ice, but damn, it feels like they are attaching themselves to my wood down there. Are you trying to force me to let loose now?”

“No,” I answered, prior to kissing him. “It is hotter, though,” I admitted, shaking us both.

I watched the results take place, and his eyes closed, and his head slanted back. I surely cheesed and relished that sight. I rubbed my melons on him even harder to ensure I pushed him as hard as I could not make him shoot, but to give him the MILF experience.

“Yes, savor every second of screwing a MILF, Stan. Deal with the pleasure in your own way, but you’re going to need to unload sooner or later. When you do, make sure you let me know so you can splatter my face. I want to feel all of it on there, won’t you cum all over it?”

“Oh, you’re a kinky chick too, you’re a lot in a small package.”

“Are you saying I’m skinny?”

“Yes, I guess, but now I can’t hold it, you’re too hot,” he let out, escaping from my grip.

I lay back, and he speedily got onto his knees. “I’m pretty sure this is the record-breaking cumshot now,” he moaned, stroking his rod.

I waited with it only a few inches away with my mouth open and waited for him to unleash.

“Here you go, Katrina, I love you,” he told me before his first stream slithered out. “Shit, it hurts, but you’re a goddess.”

I tasted his cum and swallowed what I could as our eyes stayed together. He twitched as he delivered three streams, but I still enjoyed it quite a bit.

“Oh, that’s tasty, Stan, you must eat a lot of pizza.”

“I do,” he mentioned, coming down on top of me and kissing me. “Holy shit, I might just text David right now and tell him I’m doing his mom.”

“No, don’t do that, but I love you too,” I muttered while kissing him.

We made out passionately for a moment, but didn’t add anything for five more minutes as our lips stayed busy.

‘Oh, this is a colossal hunk.’

“Oh, screw it,” he said, parting his lips. “I’ve always thought David and I were close, but damn, he has one hot mom.”

“I know, I always have steam coming off me, and not just when I come out of the shower. I have one way you could be a little more arousing.”

“How, Katrina?”

I spread out my legs and pushed his face a tad towards it.

“I’ll do anything for a hot MILF,” he made clear before hurrying to my twat. “I’ve never done this before, but I’ve seen it done in porn, though.”

I leaned up to him and placed my palms on his cheeks. “It’s all about effort, hot stuff. Use that tongue as you’ve seen ladies do it in lesbian porn, got it, Stan?”

“Yes, Katrina,” he answered before kissing me and going to my pussy.

I glued my eyes to him and placed my right hand on the top of his head. He opened his mouth and allowed his tongue to enter my pussy.

I placed my hands on his head and looked at him while leaning up. “Oh, you’re at the temperature of the sun already, Stan. Let that tongue off its leash and fuck the shit out of me. Do it for a MILF; you know you want to, my sexy apprentice,” I let out, caressing his head.

He failed to stop even for a second, so I felt his tongue roaming around inside my slit, licking around. I could tell he wasn’t inexperienced, but as he was more than willing to start giving me oral sex, he managed to milk a whole more love out of me.

“Am I doing it right, Katrina?”

“Don’t worry about it, Stanley, I love you to death just because you’re doing it for me. Just fuck with your heart, Escort Edirne and have it use your tongue as the tool, does that make sense?”

“Yes, but you’re still hot as hell, and I want to please you.”

“I know, but as I said, do it with your heart.”

He nodded and calmly brought his mouth back to my snatch. Our eyes stayed together as he started eating me out again. He failed to use his hands on me for the time being and had his tongue go on a solo screw.

He just had his tongue go up and down on my lips quite a few times and tickled me a bit in the process. I placed my hands on his head again, but didn’t pressure it. He did also turn his head back and forth quite a bit too to keep his tongue moving.

Then I had to bite down on my bottom lip as Stan evidently did break through whatever standards I had for him. As I told him, he made it hot just by doing it, so he coasted on the easy street, so to speak, but yet, he wanted to keep the pleasure because of how he felt about me.

So, after only a minute, he had me vibrating as if he inserted a quarter into the bed. We looked at each other as if we were lovers, and with each passing lick, I felt my heart grow a tad for him.

He primarily just gave me single licks going from bottom to top to increase his confidence, so I kept my mouth shut and let him learn in the best way possible. It surely didn’t matter to me much as I still idolized him for even attempting it.

I slathered my lips frequently as he saw me do it, so he knew I was reversing the experience with him. Needless to say, shortly after that, he had to look back at my twat and take a deep breath.

“Oh, I know that face, you’re prepping yourself, so fuck this MILF, Stan. Do it like it’s the last thing you do.”

“You promise I can see you again, though, Katrina? I can’t just do it with a MILF once and get cut off.”

“You may see me all you want if you’re willing to go downtown.”

“Well, I’ll do it for you, Katrina,” he stated again before eating me out.

“Oh, yes, use those lips too, they certainly add to the pleasure. Fondle them, but keep that tongue in motion too. Rub, suck and fuck, Stan. It is a diabolical formula, but I allow you to use it on me. The MILF is never wrong, remember that,” I advised him, rubbing his head.

He nodded and indeed pressed his lips on my pussy lips down there too. He got a good dose of my juice in his mouth, and I was sure he drank it also. Needless to say, I was in a brand-new sexy world where everything good was smelling of roses and daisies.

My back began to hurt again as I started moving my body back and forth again in small strokes. Stan easily followed me and kept everything moving in the process. I saw him learning even now the most challenging part of woman-pleasing, so he took my full-body high and made it skyrocket.

“Oh, just like that, suck on them a bit while licking me and get that juice like you’re stuck out in the desert, and this is the way to get things you can drink. It’s your lifeline, or sex line if you prefer. Suck more of my lips into your mouth, though, suck them as hard as you can, and I swear, you’ll own me. You can put a leash on me and walk me in the park too, but I won’t make you clean up after me, though. You just have to please me like that, though, but I will be yours, though. I’ll even let you own me right in front of David if need be. Oh, I forgot how great it is getting your pussy eaten. It’s unworldly, and you’d love it if you had one.”

He nodded yet again, but brought his fingers over to my snatch. He took over the spreading duties, and he made his tongue dive even more profound in there. Needless to say, that was like getting struck by lightning.

“Oh, you sexy beast!” I screamed, arching my back up for a few seconds. “Do you hear the thunder? It’s storming out now, but it’s a good thing in this case. If we go through a storm area, then it’s going to be a bumpy ride, so put on your seatbelt, or don’t, it might be more thrilling that way,” I moaned, moving my body back and forth multiple times.

I jolted nonstop, but yet, he remained focused and more ready for that bumpy ride too. I had to push his head towards my muff because of the gratification he gave me. Whether he knew it or not, he was riding the tunnel of love where all he just drove the swan, and all the work got done for him.

My tits shook a whole lot in the process, but I didn’t think he saw it because of my juice. Then I couldn’t even keep my eyes on him, he willingly took the responsibility of lighting the fireworks, and he just needed to dance in the endzone as they went off perfectly.

“Oh, fuck me, are you sure you’ve never done this before, Stan?”

“No, never, why, am I making you feel good now?”

“Yes, Stan! Now don’t fucking stop!” I yelled, shoving his face back into my pussy. “You know how to fuck a woman, so don’t question it, just use that gift and fuck the shit out of me.”

I didn’t even look back at him, I just lay back again and prized the fact that I decided to walk out of my shower naked for him to see me. It led to him getting between my legs and electrifying me in ways I didn’t even know were possible.

I pulled his hair, scrubbed his head, and advanced it to my pussy all the while he wooed me effortlessly. I surely knew at some point, David was going to find out that I fucked Stan. He seemed to be too good to pass up indeed.

I stayed back with him out of sight for over five minutes, all the while, all I could do was go on defense so that I wouldn’t scream. It was going on midnight by then, so I couldn’t let out those natural screams, so I kept them down by any means necessary, other than stopping him.

I felt like I just got out of the shower with him as he had me sweating that much, and that I might have needed to head to the hospital too because I thought my heart might stop. Nevertheless, I ran into a sexual situation I loved, and he hooked me in it supremely.

“Whether you planned everything here, or absolutely nothing, you threw a dozen darts at the dartboard and got a bullseye all twelve times,” I commended him, fondling his head.

“Twelve times?” he asked, coming up with me and kissing me.

“Yes, you just walked into the perfect storm of needs fuck, it is just been too long since I last had a dick inside me.”

“How long has it been since you had sex?”

I bit down on my bottom lip again and showed a nervous face.

“What, Katrina? I’m not going to judge you, when was the last time you had sex?”

I sighed. “Not since David’s dad died, and that was five years ago.”

“Holy crap, Katrina, I’m speechless.”

“Just make love to me again, and tell me you love me.”

He instantly stuck his rod back into my cherry and began making sweet love to me again.

“I sure loved having your tongue down there, but my heart wanted your cock to sub while your lips kiss me, so fulfill your duties.”

“Yes, Katrina,” he added before kissing me.

Then he put a small gap between us and let his prick to thrust yet again. We looked right into each other’s eyes yet again as we committed the act of love.

“Surely enough, we didn’t know we’d love each other when we pulled into the parking lot, but shit happens.”

“Damn right, Katrina, but I’m not complaining. I’ve only had my wood in a couple of different pussies, but you’re my favorite by far. Your body is radiating, your lips couldn’t be better, and of course, because you’re my best friend’s mom, that just makes this hotter.”

“Good, but you can raise it a few more degrees by giving me one more orgasm, do you have one more in you?”

“Yes, I’m sure I could spare one more, just for you.”

“Kiss on it?”

He leaned right to me and kissed me like a lover again. After ten seconds, his lips drifted off mine, and he tightened his grip on my thighs yet again. Even with my radiating body to view, he still looked right at me with the sexual intent.

I could tell by looking at him how much he embraced me and surely did want me as his lover. Needless to say, I wanted him, but of course, I was still unsure how long it would go or how I’d tell David either, right then, I danced in my endzone as my imaginary crowd shouted ‘Touchdown!’ relentlessly.

“Am I poking your load now? Do you feel it building and getting ready to implode, Stanley? There is no need to lie to me, be honest with the MILF you’re screwing.”

“Shit, you can read me like a book,” he moaned, yanking his cock out and getting back on his knees.

He stroked his member right over my bosoms. “I don’t think I’ll need another MILF to fuck, you’re more than enough,” he sobbed somewhat before his cum burst out yet again.

He surely couldn’t keep the big cumshots bolting out, but he still got out two small streams to shoot, which both landed right between my tits. It even splashed around a bit, getting both of them and my neck.

After that short pop shot, he remained upon his knees, but I rose with him. “If you want to fuck a lonely MILF, then tell her,” I implored him, grabbing his rod. “You must be out of it.”

“Just a little bit,” he whispered, leaning on me.

“I know we both have queen-sized beds, but would you fancy sharing one?”

“I’d love that, Katrina, but I might have to pass on a blow job while driving tomorrow, you have me a little drained,” he explained as I went to turn off the light.

I came back to him, “I think you’ll make that call tomorrow,” I corrected him as we both lay down. “If getting your cock sucked feels anything like having your pussy eaten, then you’re going to want it again. We also have to figure out how to tell David because we both know you need your fix while we visit him.”

“Okay, fair enough,” he added, pulling the blanket over us.

“I don’t mind cuddling either, so feel free.”

“Okay,” he muttered, lying close to me. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Stan,” I replied before kissing him.

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