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PART 1 – Re-cap:

I bumped into my ex-boyfriend from college at the mall. He happened to be in town for an A/C conference in downtown Syracuse. We caught up over lunch, then we walked out to the parking garage, where he bent me over the trunk of my car and fucked me from behind until we both had explosive orgasms. My husband was on a business trip until the following weekend, so I invited my ex to stay at my house while he was in town, rather than a hotel. He accepted…

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I opened the front door to my house, Cameron and I stepped into the foyer, and I turned to close the door behind us. When I turned back, Cameron immediately pulled my tube top down to my waist, grabbed both of my heavy tits and used them to pull me toward him for a deep, passionate kiss. I melted into him, loving the feeling of his hands pulling on my boobs and his tongue in my mouth.

I reached between us, pressed my palm against his already stiff cock through his pants, and began running my fingers up and down the thick shaft. It was tucked down one leg of his slacks, creating an impressive outline in the thin fabric, and I could feel it growing in my hand as I continued squeezing and fondling it.

Still locked in our kiss, I smiled to myself as I unzipped his pants and reached inside to pull out his engorged prick….just like when we were in college….he was always hard….even after cumming buckets just a few minutes ago in the parking garage.

Cameron pushed my back up against the front door and released one of my boobs so he could pull my skirt up and push my panties down past my shoes. I kicked my panties aside, then…still holding his fully erect cock in one hand…I unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his pants with the other hand, so they fell to the floor around his ankles.

I could tell that my vagina was already drenched….I leaned back against the door and spread my legs to give him unfettered access to my throbbing snatch. I used my hand around his rigid pole to pull his hips forward until the head of his cock was nudging the opening to my sopping wet pussy. I released his dick and placed both hands on his hips, pulling him forward so his thick penis would slide into my cunt.

He playfully resisted for a few seconds….teasing me with the tip of his cock rubbing little circles around my twat and clitoris.

Exasperated, I pulled harder on his hips….”C’mon, Cam…put it in,” I murmured.

He laughed…finally relenting and shoving his cock all the way inside me with one massive push.

My God, that felt amazing!

More Edirne Escort memories of his huge dick came flooding back…just like in the parking garage….as he began enthusiastically pounding his stiff rod in and out of my pussy. His erect penis hit all the right spots inside my aching cunt, and I rocked my hips into every one of his forward thrusts. This position allowed his thick shaft to rub against my throbbing clitoris, and it didn’t take long before I exploded, as an intense, tingling sensation wracked my entire body.

“Holy shit, Cam…I’m going to cum….ah….ah…aaaaahhhhhh…..fuck, yeah…..aaaaahhhhhh….aaaaahhhhh…. keep going, Cam….ooohhhh, that feels so…. fucking…. good….aaaaahhhhhh….God, I’ve missed this…..hmmmmm….”

As I enjoyed the throes of my climax, Cameron squeezed my bouncing tits and sucked my nipples into his mouth, one after the other….nibbling and pulling on them until they were as hard as erasers. Meanwhile, he continued plowing his rock hard cock in and out of my dripping cunt….making sloppy, clapping sounds with every thrust….his dangling nut sack slapping noisily against my ass.

Suddenly, his breath caught as he grunted, grabbed my ass with both hands, and slammed his stiff prick into me as deep as it would go, blasting several ropes of cum all over the inside of my pussy.

“Yeah…yeah…uhn…uhn…shit, Gina, I’m cumming….uhn…ah…aaaaahhhhhhh….yeaaaahhhhhh…. aaaahhhhhh…. fuck, yeah…. amazing….aaaaahhhhh….aaaaaahhhhh….”

Cameron kept pounding his dick into my snatch as he emptied his nutsack and reveled in his messy climax. I could feel his hot, creamy semen leaking out of my cunt and dripping onto the floor between my legs….and I was in heaven.

My God, it felt great to have a massive cock sliding in and out of my pussy again. My husband’s dick was about 7” long, which was fine….and he did a decent job with it. But having Cameron’s 10” monster inside me again reminded me that nothing beats getting pounded by a huge, thick, rock-hard prick.

With my back still up against the front door, my legs spread, and Cameron’s dick stuffed deep inside me, we both stood there….gasping for air….as we waited for our breathing to return to normal.

Finally, our breathing settled down and Cameron’s softening penis slipped out of my cunt. We grabbed our clothes and headed upstairs to take a shower and clean up. I wasn’t surprised that Cameron got hard again in the shower and, before we were done, had his erection shoved into me from behind….my dangling breasts banging up against the walls of the shower stall….as he reamed my Edirne Escort Bayan pussy until we both climaxed….again.

Once we were cleaned up, we went downstairs and lounged in the living room….completely naked….as we relaxed and watched TV together. I leaned up against Cameron’s shoulder, with my soft boobs pressed against his chest, as we watched a movie and I fondled his still semi-hard penis. I couldn’t keep my hands off it….even when it wasn’t hard…. it was long and thick, and I loved looking at it and playing with….I just couldn’t get enough of it.

Later I made dinner…still naked….and we ate together in the kitchen. Sitting at the table in the nude, my heavy breasts actually rested on the table top, so….as we ate….Cameron fondled my tits and tweaked my nipples….while I gently stroked the shaft of his semi-hard prick under the table.

Cameron’s conference didn’t start until the following morning, so we spent that evening lounging on the couch again, watching a movie while I fondled his cock and he played with my boobs.

As expected, Cameron’s dick became hard again, and I had just slipped it into my mouth when his cell phone rang. He picked it up, glanced at the display and said, “It’s my wife….I need to take this.” With his stiffening prick still in my mouth, I mumbled my understanding, and continued bobbing my head up and down on his boner.

Cameron used one hand to hold the phone to his ear as he discussed the day’s activities with his wife. With his other hand he fondled my soft, fleshy tits and gently pulled on my sensitive nipples, while I continued sucking his growing erection in and out of my mouth, and used one of my hands to massage his balls.

We were doing great at being quiet until his breath began to catch, and his rocking hips became more urgent. I heard him say, “Hold on a sec, hon…”, then quickly put his phone on mute as he let out a grunt and erupted inside my mouth, blasting a huge load of hot, slimy cum against the back of my throat.

“Fuck, Gina…uhn…uhn…aaaaahhhhhh….aaaahhhhhh….hmmmmm….aaaahhhhh…..hmmmm….”

After a few seconds to recover, Cameron flicked his phone back on and resumed talking with his wife, even as he continued rocking his hips….emptying his nutsack into my mouth.

I swallowed his load, then licked the last few drops of cum off the tip of his dick, as I heard him finish his call with “I love you, too”, then toss the phone on the coffee table. I continued to stroke his glistening shaft with my hand, as I smiled up at him….impressed with our subterfuge, and eagerly anticipating Escort Edirne the fun we were going to have over the next few days.

It went pretty much as I expected.

Each of the next three days, I woke up with Cameron’s rigid morning wood shoved inside my pussy, sliding in and out of me until we both had glorious morning orgasms. Then we’d shower together as he got ready for his conference. I’d soap up his dangling prick and fondle his nutsack until he, inevitably, got hard again….then he’d slide it into my wet pussy, while massaging my soapy tits and playing with my nipples.

Afterwards, he’d get dressed, and I’d make him breakfast…completely nude….then walk him to the front door and give his cock a final squeeze before he walked out the door and drove downtown for his meetings.

When he got back to my house from the conference, we’d shed our clothes and spend the rest of the evening naked….lounging in the living room, cooking and eating in the kitchen, or rolling around in bed. I had his hard cock in my hand, my mouth or between my legs several times before we’d finally fall asleep for the night.

My husband called once….on Wednesday night….while Cameron happened to be pounding his stiff hard-on into my cunt as I lay on the living room sofa with my legs spread, and my boobs slapping against my chin with every one of his forward thrusts.

I took my cell phone off the end table by the couch, saw that it was Mark, and told Cameron to be quiet while I put it up to my ear. Cameron nodded, and slowed down, but continued to slide his rigid boner in and out of my wet pussy, as I struggled to keep my voice even while talking with my husband about how his Boston trip was going. I guess I pulled it off, because he didn’t seem to catch on….even when I had to stifle a moan while creaming all over Cameron’s cock, as a delicious orgasm erupted between my legs.

On Thursday morning, I again woke up to Cameron’s morning wood pounding in and out of my cunt, until we both enjoyed amazing morning orgasms. Then we climbed into the shower together, where I squatted down in front of him, pulled his cock into my mouth, and sucked on the head of his dick until he became fully erect again. He eventually erupted, blasting stream after stream of jizzm against the back of my throat. I swallowed his entire load….yet again….then continued stroking his rigid shaft until I had pulled out every last drop of cum onto my tongue…then swallowed, that, too.

After our shower, Cameron got dressed and headed off to the final day of his A/C conference. I figured I wouldn’t see him again…..unless he had another conference in Syracuse sometime in the future. But the three days we spent together were an amazing trip down memory lane that I knew I’d dine on for a long, long time.

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Traduction d’une histoire de Jessiebnh.

Ce récit est une FICTION contenant chantage, contraintes et humiliations. Ne continuez pas à lire si vous n’aimez pas.

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Pendant que je me remettais d’un des orgasmes le plus puissant de ma vie, je pensai à la situation dans laquelle je me trouvais. Je venais d’être baisée par une salle pleine de jeune gars d’une fraternité qui jouaient au base-ball et étaient entraînés par mon mari Mike. Et en ce moment il était derrière moi, sa bite dans ma chatte, encouragé et félicité par toute l’équipe qui riait et buvait. Il venait de baiser une pute sans visage, sans se soucier de savoir que c’était sa femme.

Glen retira sa queue de ma bouche et la tint devant mon visage afin que je nettoie ses boules. La bite de mon mari débandait dans ma chatte qui me faisait un peu mal. Je léchai les quelques gouttes de sperme que je n’avais pas avalé comme une bonne salope. Le jeune garçon se retourna, écarta ses fesses avec ses mains et me présenta son cul. Je compris ce qu’il voulait alors je me mis à lécher son cul poilu. Je ne l’avais jamais fait auparavant. Et mon mari était encore planté en moi. J’étais vraiment une vraie salope.

Aussi rapidement qu’il était entré dans le petit cagibi, Glen en sortit. Je commençai alors à paniquer. Pour la première fois depuis que l’orgie sexuelle avait commencé, je m’aperçus que j’étais très bien attachée à la table et que je ne pouvais pas bouger. Je voulus crier, mais mon salaud de mari était encore debout derrière moi, sa queue molle dans ma chatte. Je sentais le sperme qui coulait le long de mes jambes. Finalement Mike se retira. Je regardai sur l’écran de l’ordinateur portable les jeunes taper dans le dos de mon mari alors qu’il remontait son pantalon et attachait sa ceinture.

La voix de Glen sortit du haut-parleur de l’ordinateur :

– Ok! C’est tout pour ce soir. Laissons cette salope se reposer.

Je vis sur l’écran que Paul et un autre garçon tiraient le rideau de velours de dessus mon dos pour recouvrir mon cul, ma chatte et mes jambes. Maintenant je ne voyais plus qu’un rideau de velours devant une porte, plus cette salope de Jessie. Ce fut drôle mais pendant une seconde je fus agacée. J’aurais presque voulu que toutes les personnes présentes dans la grande salle applaudissent et scandent mon nom.

C’est alors que je compris que Glen avait bien réussi son coup. Personne dans la maison (sauf trois de ses amis) ne savait que c’était moi. Pas même mon mari qui venait de me baiser. J’entendis la porte s’ouvrir et mon cœur bondit dans ma poitrine. Pendant une seconde, j’imaginai que Glen amenait Mike dans la pièce pour lui montrer qui il venait de baiser. Je commençai à me débattre et à tirer sur mes liens. Puis je me rendis compte que ce n’était que Glen et Paul.

– Dépêchons-nous de la faire sortir d’ici! Mike veut partir et elle doit être chez elle avant qu’il n’y arrive.

Glen commença à démonter les fils de l’ordinateur portable pendant que Paul était sous la table pour desserrer les liens qui m’immobilisaient. J’essayai de bouger mais Glen me tint en posant une main sur mon dos.

– Attends salope! Laisse-nous tirer Afyon Escort la table!

Les deux garçons saisirent le bord de la table. Leurs entrejambes étaient à la hauteur de mes yeux. Merde! Même après avoir été baisée une trentaine de fois, j’étais encore excitée en voyant les bosses de leurs sexes sous leurs pantalons. Qu’allais-je devenir? J’étais affreuse. Mon cul et mes jambes étaient couverts de sperme collant. J’avais l’impression que ma chatte était gonflée, rouge et douloureuse ainsi que mon clitoris qui avait frotté contre la serviette rugueuse qui recouvrait la table. Cette serviette était maintenant complètement imbibée du sperme d’une équipe de jeune gars.

Ils tirèrent lentement la porte avec moi dessus dans la pièce. Cela fait, ils m’aidèrent à me relever. Mes jambes et mes bras étaient raides d’avoir été immobilisés aussi longtemps. Je pouvais à peine tenir debout. Même si la petite pièce était chaude et sentait le préservatif usagé, mes jambes et ma chatte humide sentirent la fraîcheur de l’air. Paul ramassa précautionneusement la serviette sale sur la table et il me la tendit :

– Nettoie-toi! Nous y allons!

Je lui lançai un regard méchant et je commençai à essuyer mes fesses, mes jambes et mon sexe. Je vis que mes bas étaient couverts de foutre du haut jusqu’à mes genoux. J’eus l’impression d’être une pute à deux sous. Je décidai d’enlever mes bas mais Glen m’arrêta en me disant :

– Nous n’avons pas le temps. Enveloppe-toi dans ça et allons-y.

Il me tendit une vieille couverture passée qui traînait dans un coin et je la drapai sur mes épaules. Paul m’attrapa un bras et Glen l’autre puis ils me conduisirent rapidement hors de la pièce, à travers la cuisine et hors de la maison jusqu’à la voiture de Glen garée derrière la maison. Ils me jetèrent sur le siège arrière, sautèrent sur les sièges avant et nous nous enfuîmes à toute vitesse.

Je sortis de ma torpeur et de cette évasion forcée. Tandis que la voiture de Glen filait vers ma maison, je fouillai le sac qui avait été jeté à côté de moi sur le siège et je sortis mon survêtement. J’avais l’impression d’être ivre quand j’essayais de le mettre. Je portais encore le soutien-gorge et le porte-jarretelle avec les bas, mais je n’eus pas le courage et l’énergie de les enlever. Je tirai sur le pantalon et j’enfilai le haut puis je me laissai tomber dans le siège.

Bientôt Glen annonça que nous arrivions à mon domicile. Les deux garçons roulèrent dans toute la rue pour voir si la voiture de Mike était là. Heureusement il n’était pas encore arrivé, nous étions les premiers. Les jeunes de la fraternité avaient sûrement réussi à lui offrir une bière supplémentaire.

Glen gara sa voiture le long du trottoir. Les deux garçons se tournèrent vers moi et me regardèrent avant de dire :

– Tu attends quoi? un bisou pour te dire bonne nuit?

Je les fusillai des yeux, pris mon sac et sortis de la voiture rapidement. Je me précipitai vers ma porte d’entrée sans regarder derrière. J’entendis la voiture de Glen redémarrer et s’éloigner.

Tandis que j’ouvrais la porte de ma maison, l’énormité de ce qui venait de se passer me tomba dessus Afyon Escort Bayan comme un coup de massue. Je m’étais comportée comme une affamée de bites. Je n’arrivai pas à le croire! Moi! Professeur de lycée modèle et assez conservatrice! La fille qui s’était gardée pour son futur mari! Une salope oui, une pute, une garce à partager!

Je me dépouillai de mes vêtements en hâte dans ma chambre et je courus sous la douche. Je me doutais que Mike serait bientôt à la maison. Pendant que l’eau chaude et apaisante coulait sur mon corps, mon esprit commença à errer. Que devrais-je faire? Qu’est-ce que je vais pouvoir dire quand il sera au lit avec moi?

Puis je commençai à m’énerver. Cette espèce de connard! Il n’a pas hésité à baiser une sale pute inconnue et il va se blottir dans son lit contre sa femme. Salaud! Tout d’un coup je me sentis garce et la rancune monta en moi. Mon comportement de salope ne me parut plus aussi important. Je voulais me venger, j’étais envahi par la colère.

– Je vais lui montrer à ce connard qui m’a trompé! Dis-je à haute voix en rinçant le savon sur mon corps.

J’étais sur le point de laver ma chatte qui dégoulinait de sperme avec le pommeau de douche. Mais je m’immobilisai et commençai à sourire quand une idée diabolique traversa mon cerveau.

Je sortis de la douche et je m’essuyai en évitant délibérément de toucher ma chatte. Je mis une nuisette transparente avant de ramasser mes vêtements sales que je jetai au fond du panier à linge. Puis je me mis au lit.

Les yeux ouverts dans l’obscurité, je repensai à ma vengeance et je repassai tous les détails dans ma tête. Je réfléchis à ce que je dirais et à ce que je ferais quand mon mari me rejoindrait dans notre couche. Je n’eus pas longtemps à attendre. J’entendis la clé dans la porte et des pas lourds monter l’escalier. Je restai tranquillement dans le lit et dans l’obscurité et je commençai à caresser mon clitoris. Bon sang, de penser à cette vengeance m’avait excité et ma chatte était humide.

– Jess! Es-tu réveillée?

C’était la voix de Mike. Il parlait si doucement que je crois qu’il espérait que je sois endormie.

Je lui répondis d’une voix douce et sexy :

– Est-ce toi mon chéri? Je viens d’avoir un rêve super sexy.

Je continuai à me caresser le clito pendant que Mike se déshabillait dans le noir et laissait tomber ses vêtements sur le sol. Quand il s’approcha, je pus sentir l’odeur de la bière. Ça allait être facile.

Mon mari se glissa dans le lit à côté de moi, en essayant de ne pas trop m’approcher. Peut-être qu’il avait peur que s’il me touchait, son sale petit secret serait dévoilé. Tout en m’activant sur mon clito, je me suis dit que c’était bien d’être une femme. Les hommes sont de vraies mauviettes qui ne savent rien cacher. Je murmurai alors :

– Chéri, j’ai besoin de toi bébé. Je veux que tu me fasses l’amour.

Le silence fut assourdissant. Je pouvais presque sentir la peur qui sortait des pores de sa peau.

– Oh! Pas ce soir bébé, je suis trop fatigué. Gémit-il avec une voix suppliante.

Espèce de salaud! Glen ne refuserait pas lui! Je devins effrontée. Son corps était Escort Afyon froid alors que le mien était tout chaud. Je me glissai contre son corps nu et ma main serpenta jusqu’au trou de son boxer. Sa petite bite était dure comme du roc. Salaud de pervers!

– Tu n’as pas l’air très fatigué chéri! Murmurai-je à son oreille.

Puis de ma voix la plus sexy, je lui sifflai au creux de l’oreille :

– Ce soir…Je veux que tu manges ma chatte… Comme dans mon rêve bébé. Je veux que tu lèches ma chatte, je veux que tu me fasses jouir avec ta bouche et ta langue.

Je sentis sa bite grossir pendant que je disais ces mots. Alors je passai ma jambe au-dessus de lui pour enfourcher sa poitrine. Et je commençai à l’embrasser. Son souffle puait la bière et ses cheveux sentait l’odeur de tabac froid.

– Mange-moi chéri! Mange la bourgeoise qui a attendu patiemment que tu rentres chez toi.

Après cela je me mis à califourchon sur son visage et je me mis à frotter ma chatte sur sa bouche. J’étais tellement excitée que ma chatte dégoulinait. Mon Dieu, que j’étais chaude! Je fermai les yeux et pensai à toutes les bites qui venaient de me baiser, à tout ce sperme qui avait été éjaculé dans mon ventre. Je me sentais sale et salope toute en frottant mon sexe sur le visage de mon mari.

Il commença à sucer mon clito à chaque fois qu’il pouvait l’attraper. Peu à peu, je pris un certain rythme. Tout d’abord, je glissai mon sexe jusqu’à son nez qui partageait mes petites lèvres et pénétrait ma chatte. Puis je glissai en arrière et laissai sa langue entrer dans mon vagin. Puis je remontai à nouveau. Je baisai son visage!

Je me mis à penser au gars costaud avec la grosse bite qui m’avait donné mon premier orgasme. J’imaginai Mike suçant mon clito pendant que la grosse queue poilue du garçon me défonçait. Je sentis que j’étais proche de jouir. Alors je pris la tête de mon mari entre mes mains et je continuai à frotter ma chatte sur sa figure en disant :

– Vas-y bébé, prends le jus de ma chatte! Baise-moi avec ta langue! Baise-moi chéri!

Je n’avais jamais parlé de la sorte à Mike tout au long de nos années de mariage. Mais je me fichais de ce qu’il pouvait penser. Je voulais juste qu’il me donne du plaisir avec sa bouche et sa langue.

Mike mettait sa langue dans ma grotte comme il le pouvait. Soudain, je sentis une merveilleuse sensation de chaleur qui émanait de mon bas-ventre. Ce n’était pas le plus violent orgasme que j’avais eu, mais il était si doux. Je jouis et mon jus inonda ma chatte. Je sentis mon vagin se contracter et une grosse quantité de mon jus fut poussé dehors, dans la bouche de Mike.

Quand ça commença, mon mari essaya de tourner la tête. Peut-être qu’il pensait que je lui pissais dessus. Je m’en fichai. Je serrai mes jambes autour de sa tête et descendis ma chatte sur sa bouche. J’étais déterminée à laisser couler mon jus et je n’allais pas laisser mon mari m’enlever ce choix. Je pus sentir ses joues humides contre mes cuisses. Il se débattit en haletant. Je ne bougeai pas, attendant que mon jus se tarisse.

Enfin, je laissai mon pauvre mari. Il était à bout de souffle mais n’osait dire quoi que ce soit. Je me retournai dos à lui en étant satisfaite et en pensant : « Alors? tu aimes ça enfoiré? »

Tandis que je commençai à dériver dans un sommeil profond, je sentis le lit bouger légèrement. Mike se masturbait tranquillement à côté de moi.

A suivre…

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Je remercie Cathartico de m’avoir permis se traduire son histoire “Jessica’s Change Management” que vous pouvez trouver sur la partie anglophone de ce site.

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Le centre commercial.

Finalement nous arrivons devant la maison de Daniel. C’est dans un quartier défavorisé. La maison est si petite et le bois est si vieux qu’elle paraît décrépite et sur le point de s’effondrer d’une seconde à l’autre. Il y a trois types assis sur le perron, en train de fumer. Ce sont tous des latinos comme Daniel. De toute évidence, ils partagent la maison avec lui dans une sorte de colocation.

– Allez salope!

Il s’adresse à moi juste après avoir garé la voiture sur la pelouse à côté de sa maison.

– J’ai tellement parlé de Miss Allumeuse à mes copains qu’il faut que je te présente à eux.

Je le regarde avec incrédulité. Je ne veux pas sortir de ma voiture dans ce quartier mal famé. Et je veux encore moins être présentée comme une salope aux amis de Daniel qui doivent être aussi voyous que lui. Mais je ne peux pas prendre le risque qu’il me traîne dehors.

Donc je sors de la voiture avec mon soutien-gorge noir bien visible au-dessus de mon chemisier blanc et mon nombril exposé. En marchant vers le porche, j’ai l’occasion de jeter un coup d’œil aux trois gars. Ils ressemblent à des membres typiques de gangs latinos, tatoués sur les bras, des pantalons kaki et des tee-shirts impeccables. Immédiatement je suis intimidée par leur seule présence. Daniel crie à ses amis :

– Quoi de neuf les potes? Que pensez-vous de cette chaudasse?

– Salut mon ami. Quelle belle salope!

Les amis du jeune latino répondent en sifflant et criant. Ça me fait rougir, je voudrais m’enfoncer sous terre. Puis, je vois le regard insistant de Daniel. Je comprends qu’il veut que je me présente.

– Bonjour les gars. Je suis la nouvelle salope de Monsieur Daniel. Dis-je honteusement.

L’un des jeunes tape dans la main tendue de Daniel en disant :

– Bravo poto! Où as-tu trouvé ce vieux cul bien baisable?

Daniel rit de la remarque de son copain alors que j’essaie de trouver un trou dans le sol pour me cacher. Je suis trop gênée pour regarder ces jeunes.

– C’est Madame Importante au boulot! Toutefois c’est une petite allumeuse. Elle me drague au travail comme une salope facile.

Il se vante et pervertit les faits.

– Cette petite chatte aime toute l’attention qu’on peut lui apporter.

Puis il s’adresse à moi :

– Miss allumeuse est une vraie pute qui en redemande n’est-ce pas?

La façon dont il me décrit me met en colère. Quel bâtard présomptueux! Je ne suis pas loin de lui crier dessus, mais j’essaie de me retenir et de rester calme. Puis je remarque qu’il attend mon approbation. Il faut que je me force à regarder ses amis et à hocher la tête pendant qu’ils rient de moi. Je suis une fière dirigeante d’entreprise, et pourtant ici, j’affiche timidement mes appâts dans un quartier mal famé où des jeunes voyous me narguent. J’ai une crampe à l’estomac.

– J’aide cette salope à avoir toutes les bites qu’elle peut gérer. Dit Daniel, continuant ses vantardises.

Pour aggraver les choses, il sort son smartphone de la poche de son pantalon et il leur montre la photo qu’il est sur le point de supprimer. Pendant tout ce temps, je reste debout devant le porche, écoutant leurs commentaires salaces et leurs sifflets :

– Quelle sale pute!

– Waouw, ces gros nichons bien laiteux!

– Bon Dieu, ça c’est un gros cul blanc!

– Hé hé! Devinez qui a un fan club maintenant? Dit Daniel pour me provoquer en voyant mon indignation.

Le téléphone fait le tour. Tous ses copains regardent longuement la photo sur laquelle je suis en train de me faire défoncer le cul, où mes gros seins tombent sous moi et mes mamelons frottent la table de jardin.

– Oooooohhhh

Une ronde de ricanements déçus venant de ses amis accompagne l’effacement de l’image par Daniel.

A présent, tous ces rires, sifflements et cris ont attiré l’attention du voisinage. Certains voisins sont sortis de leur maison et se tiennent sur leur porche pour nous regarder. Les hommes me détaillent de façon flagrante, lorgnant ma poitrine gonflée à peine retenue par mon soutien-gorge noir. Je suis plus qu’embarrassée. Je veux simplement rentrer chez moi. C’est alors que, après avoir effacé la photo, Daniel s’exclame :

– Il est temps de boire une bonne bière! A demain Miss Allumeuse!

Ensuite il pénètre dans sa maison après m’avoir fait signe de partir d’un seul geste. Sous les regards lubriques de ses voisins, je retourne à ma voiture et je repars. J’ai la chair de poule jusqu’à ma maison. Toute la soirée je repense aux évènements de la journée et j’ai du mal à dormir durant la nuit.

**** Semaine 1 — Mercredi ****

Le lendemain, j’essaie de rester le plus possible dans mon bureau. Je ne veux pas rencontrer Daniel, cependant je ne peux pas complètement l’éviter non plus. Étonnamment, il n’a pas de réaction déplacée lorsque je le Ağrı Escort croise. Il fait comme si je suis seulement une autre employée.

J’ai beaucoup de travail. Avec la crise financière, les affaires ne sont plus aussi bonnes qu’avant. Nous devons procéder à des restructurations. Les licenciements semblent inévitables et les indicateurs de performance de tous les employés sont étudiés. Il avait déjà été décidé que le nombre d’assistants serait réduit de moitié.

Une heure avant de partir, je pénètre dans mon bureau après une réunion fatigante avec ORTEGA et M. O’BANNON. A ma grande surprise, un colis est posé sur mon bureau. Comme je n’attends pas de livraison, je soupçonne immédiatement Daniel de l’avoir déposé ici. Je l’ouvre, les doigts tremblants. j’y trouve une lettre et une boite emballée dans du plastique. Le contenu de la lettre m’assomme : « Profitez bien de votre réputation de femme d’affaires hautaine, mais nous savons tous les deux que vous êtes très vicieuse. Je parie que tu es pressée de quitter le bureau parce que ta chatte nécessite de l’attention. Tu as sûrement rêvé toute la journée de servir la bite de ton homme n’est-ce pas? Amusons-nous ce soir! Je t’envoie un cadeau pour le faire. Avant de quitter le bureau, enlève ton soutien-gorge et ta culotte et utilise le cadeau à la place ».

Ce courrier me fait trembler. Daniel n’a pas l’air prêt de s’arrêter et je ne peux rien faire contre ça. Je n’ai pas fait beaucoup de progrès pour récupérer les photos compromettantes. La seule bonne nouvelle, c’est que j’aie été assez performante hier pour lui faire supprimer une des images.

Après avoir ouvert la boite, je suis choquée. A l’intérieur se trouve un œuf vibrant qui fonctionne avec une télécommande. Il veut que je mette un œuf vibrant dans ma chatte avant de quitter le bureau.

Je suis sur le point de tout abandonner. Je suis prête à aller voir le directeur de la société, M. O’BANNON et de lui dire tout au sujet de ma situation. Mais ça n’arrangera rien. Je perdrais toute chance d’être son successeur. Et cette révélation me hantera pour le reste de ma carrière.

Rapidement je me reprends et j’efface de mes pensées cet instant de désespoir. Je n’ai jamais abandonné aucun projet auparavant. Je me suis mise dans cette situation et je dois m’en sortir. Il ne me reste plus que quelques semaines à souffrir avant que le cauchemar se termine. Il faut que je serre les dents et que je supporte ces humiliations. La question n’est pas de savoir si je peux le faire. La question est de savoir si je vais pouvoir garder confiance en moi et ne pas perdre ma fierté dans cette épreuve.

M’envoyer un tel cadeau est un moyen efficace et perfide de s’assurer que je ne pense à rien d’autre qu’à la « soirée privée après le travail » avec Daniel.

A chaque seconde ma nervosité augmente. J’essaie de ne pas sombrer dans la panique en essayant d’avoir une approche rationnelle de ma situation. Je réfléchis encore et encore. Finalement il est temps. Mon cœur bat la chamade et j’ai du mal à respirer en entrant dans les toilettes pour femme. Je m’enferme dans une cabine et j’ôte mon soutien-gorge et ma culotte. Puis je pousse l’œuf vibrant dans ma chatte.

Le cœur battant, je m’examine dans le miroir. Je porte un chemisier rouge soyeux avec une veste de costume noire à rayures, une jupe crayon à rayures qui m’arrive aux genoux, et des bas noirs. La veste cache ma poitrine sans soutien-gorge sous mon chemisier. Ça me calme un peu les nerfs.

Je n’ai jamais été aussi consciente de mon corps qu’au moment où je me suis précipitée dans les escaliers pour sortir de l’immeuble. Sans ma culotte, je me sens si exposée. Le fait de sentir l’air froid sur ma chatte sensible me fait me sentir complètement nue. Et à chaque pas je pense à l’œuf qui se trouve dans mon intimité.

J’ai comme une impression de déjà-vu lorsque je sors de l’immeuble. Je retrouve Daniel debout près de l’entrée en train de fumer. Heureusement Ortega n’est pas dans les parages. Le jeune latino me salue avec un sourire sournois, mais il ne dit rien. Je sais ce qu’il attend.

– La pute est prête à servir Monsieur Daniel! Récité-je pour démarrer la « fête après le travail ».

Ensuite, volontairement, je lui remets les clés de ma voiture. Je lui laisse ainsi tout contrôle sur le reste de la soirée. Comme c’est une idée et le terrain de jeu de Daniel, c’est lui qui prend toutes les décisions. Ça fait partie de notre marché même si je n’aime pas ça. Il prend mes clés, mais continue de tendre la main jusqu’à ce que je lui remette la télécommande de l’œuf.

– Montre-toi Mademoiselle Allumeuse! Dit-il quand nous sommes enfin assis dans la voiture.

Je lutte contre mes émotions et je dois me forcer à ne pas fuir. De toute façon ça ne servirait à rien et demain je retrouverai Daniel au travail. Donc je fais glisser ma veste à rayures de mes épaules et je déboutonne mon chemisier pour prouver que je ne porte pas de soutien-gorge. Après avoir défait ces boutons, je saisis Ağrı Escort Bayan ma jupe à fines rayures et je la fais rouler sur mes hanches.

Je me retrouve assise cul nu sur le siège en cuir, le chemisier complètement ouvert. Il couvre à peine mes mamelons et me laisse une large bande de peau nue visible. Mon décolleté est profond et bien exposé. On aurait dit que je portais une paire de bretelles. Une fois la veste enlevée et le chemisier ouvert, il ne reste plus grand-chose du costume de femme d’affaire conservatrice

Et pendant tout ce temps, nous restons sur le parking devant notre immeuble de bureau. A tout moment, un de mes collègues peut passer et me voir dans cette situation. Je retiens mon souffle de peur. Néanmoins, je ne peux pas nier que j’ai également ressenti un frisson traverser mon corps pour cet exhibitionnisme.

– Ohhhhhhh…

Je gémis soudainement. Avant de démarrer le moteur, Daniel a activé l’œuf pour le faire vibrer dans ma chatte. Mon corps réagit immédiatement et mes jambes s’ouvrent puis se ferment. Les vibrations sont si puissantes qu’elles font instantanément palpiter ma chatte.

– Bien, tu as passé le premier test. Dit le jeune latino après s’être assuré que l’œuf vibrant est bien implanté dans mon sexe.

Puis il démarre ma petite voiture de sport et quitte le parking. Une fois de plus, nous traversons la ville en voiture alors que j’ai les seins à l’air. J’espère de tout mon cœur que ça ne va pas devenir une habitude. Cependant le jeune garçon ne me demande pas de lui faire une fellation comme l’autre fois. Au lieu de ça il a en tête un nouveau petit jeu idiot. Il me dit soudainement :

– Je suis prêt à parier que tu vas faire une tâche humide sur ton siège, salope.

– Sûrement pas! Dis-je précipitamment avec un air de dégoût.

– Si tu le dis! Faisons un quiz alors, jouons à deviner des chansons.

Il m’explique alors les règles de son jeu :

– Nous allons essayer de deviner les titres des chansons. Si je devine le premier, je mettrais en marche l’œuf vibrant jusqu’au début de la prochaine chanson. Si tu devines la première, tu pourras remettre un bouton de ton chemisier. Si tu parviens à refermer tous les boutons, je supprimerai une autre photo.

Il m’offre une autre chance d’effacer une autre photo. C’est une vraie chance pour moi et je dois la saisir à tout prix. Donc je décide de jouer à son jeu. Daniel bascule sur une radio jouant des chansons assez populaires afin que nous ayons les mêmes chances tous les deux.

Je prends un bon départ en devinant correctement les deux premières chansons. L’un après l’autre, je ferme deux boutons de mon chemisier rouge. Toutefois ça ne change pas grand-chose, ma poitrine étant encore bien exposée.

La chanson suivante commence alors que nous nous arrêtons à un feu rouge. Pendant une seconde, je suis distraite, car je jette un coup d’œil à la voiture s’étant arrêtée à côté de nous, à droite. Le chauffeur me regarde. Il a une vue parfaite sur mon sein gauche. Tout d’un coup, j’ai la chair de poule et mes mamelons deviennent durs. Ça ne fait qu’empirer les choses, car mes tétons pointent contre le tissu du chemisier et le soulève encore plus, ce qui permet à l’inconnu d’en voir plus.

Et pendant ce temps, Daniel exploite ma distraction et devine le titre de la chanson avant moi. Au même moment où il dit le titre, je me plie en deux. Il a démarré l’œuf à mi-puissance et celui-ci vibre sans merci dans ma chatte.

– Ooooooohhhhhh… Commencé-je à grogner.

J’essaie de faire de mon mieux pour rester immobile, mais je n’y peux rien. Je ne peux pas m’empêcher de me tortiller sur mon siège. Tout mon corps commence à trembler et mes épaules se balancent d’un côté à l’autre. J’éprouve le besoin impérieux de toucher ma chatte. Je veux désespérément frotter mon clitoris et faire rouler mes mamelons entre mes doigts. Mais je me retiens. Je ne donnerai pas cette satisfaction à Daniel.

– Ohhhhhhhh… Aaaaaaahhhhhh… Oooohhh… Continué-je à gémir sans complexe.

Quand je tourne mon visage sur le côté, je remarque l’étranger dans la voiture à côté qui me surveille attentivement. Il a bien vu ma bouche ouverte de convoitise. Il m’a vu gémir de plaisir. Il vient d’avoir un superbe spectacle. Alors je ferme les yeux pour essayer de l’oublier avant que la honte me submerge. Je me concentre sur le tourbillon de sensations qui traversent ma chatte et mon corps et je n’ouvre les yeux qu’après que la voiture se soit remise en marche.

Ensuite, je devine la prochaine chanson, ce qui me permet de fermer un troisième bouton. Mais ce n’est pas une aussi bonne idée que ça. Avec trois boutons fermés, le chemisier rouge n’est plus lâche. Au contraire, il se resserre et le tissu se plaque fermement contre mes seins, faisant pointer mes mamelons à travers le fin matériau. Et ça ne rend que plus évident que je ne porte pas de soutien-gorge.

Une nouvelle chanson démarre et Daniel est rapide et annonce le titre. Une fois encore il allume Escort Ağrı l’œuf vibrant. Mais cette fois il le règle au niveau maximum. Mes jambes s’animent sous la force des vibrations. Elles s’ouvrent et se ferment comme un porte lors d’une tempête.

– Oooohhhhahahahhhhhaaaaahhhh! Gémis-je à pleins poumons.

Je me contorsionne sur mon siège. Mes mouvements sont si brusques que mon chemisier glisse de mes épaules. Mes deux gros globes de chair bien ronds sortent de leur prison et pendent au-dessus de mon chemisier à moitié fermé. Je n’en peux plus! J’ai besoin de me toucher! Saisissant chaque mamelon avec mes mains, je les roule entre le pouce et l’index.

Je sens le jus de ma chatte couler le long de mes cuisses et je sais ce que ça veut dire. Je suis complètement consternée. J’ai échoué, car je fais une tâche humide sur mon siège en cuir. Daniel ne supprimera pas une autre photo.

Je me mords les lèvres de frustration, car je déteste perdre. Même si c’est un jeu vulgaire et dégradant, je ne peux pas supporter de perdre face à ce jeune latino. Sans y faire attention, je continue à faire rouler mes mamelons entre mes doigts, m’excitant de plus en plus. Je peux sentir un gros orgasme se construire au plus profond de moi. Mais tout à coup, les vibrations ont cessé et la voiture s’est arrêtée.

Je réalise que Daniel est en train de reculer sur une place de stationnement. Il n’est pas revenu chez lui mais m’a emmené dans un centre commercial qui ne se trouve pas loin. Ce centre ressemble au reste du quartier, il est minable et délabré avec beaucoup de magasins fermés. Il est assez petit avec un parking au milieu, des restaurants sur la droite et divers magasins sur la gauche.

Rapidement, je regarde tout autour. Heureusement il n’y a personne dans les voitures garées à côté de nous. Saisissant les pans de mon chemisier rouge, je commence à le remonter sur ma poitrine, Mais Daniel m’arrête :

– Tsss Tsss Mademoiselle Allumeuse, la prochaine chanson n’a pas encore démarré. Le jeu n’est pas terminé.

Je le regarde en l’implorant du regard, mais je ne peux me résoudre à le supplier. Après tout, je suis toujours une fière dirigeante d’entreprise, même si je ne ressemble pas à ça pour le moment. Je ne m’offrirai pas cette honte.

Nous sommes donc assis dans ma voiture de sport qui est stationnée lorsque la prochaine chanson démarre. Je l’ai déjà entendue auparavant, mais je n’arrive pas à me souvenir de son putain de titre. Heureusement Daniel ne le sait pas non plus. Je l’ai sur le bout de la langue. Quand le refrain démarre j’ai un déclic et je donne le titre. J’ai gagné le dernier tout.

Je ferme le quatrième bouton. C’est celui qui se trouve juste entre mes seins. De cette façon ils sont de nouveau recouverts par le tissu. Toutefois, avec les boutons ouverts au-dessus, mes gros nichons sont gonflés vers le haut. Ça me paraît bien trop révélateur à mon goût et je me maudis de ne pas avoir deviné les deux chansons qu’avaient trouvées Daniel.

Ce petit voyou macho sort de la voiture et je fais de même avec hésitation. En regardant tout autour de moi le centre commercial, je pousse un soupir de soulagement. Il est assez loin de mon quartier pour que les chances que je rencontre quelqu’un que je connais soient assez minces.

– Voyons voir le résultat! S’écrie Daniel.

Comme je le connais déjà, je ne supporte pas que ce macho me le jette à la face. Une tache sombre est clairement visible sur le siège passager en cuir. C’est tellement visible que je suis mal à l’aise d’avoir fait un tel gâchis.

– Ah, le résultat est clair! S’exclame le garçon après avoir inspecté le siège.

Il ne laisse pas passer l’occasion de me narguer :

– Alors, j’ai l’impression que tu as bien aimé mon petit jeu. Mais notre soirée n’est pas terminée. Alors, tout d’abord, nettoie ma voiture. Puis nous irons faire un petit tour.

Bien évidemment, le fait qu’il prétende maintenant qu’il s’agit de sa voiture ne passe pas inaperçu. Je ressens le besoin de lui faire remarquer, mais je décide plutôt de ne pas envenimer la situation pour le moment. Alors, sans un mot, j’ouvre mon sac à main pour y chercher des mouchoirs. Je veux en finir le plus vite possible.

– Attends salope! Ce n’est pas comme ça qu’une pute nettoie ses dégâts.

Daniel me dit ces mots sur un ton de reproche comme si c’était quelque chose que tout le monde sait. Je me fige. Que veut ce sale macho maintenant?

– Bon dieu! Qu’elle est stupide! Ta langue! Sers-t’en comme d’un chiffon! S’exclame-t-il quand il voit que je ne bouge pas.

– Ma… ma… langue…?

Je suis complètement décontenancée par cette suggestion et je crie :

– Mais c’est dégoûtant!

Le jeune garçon rit devant mon visage outré.

– Hé hé! Dégoûtant mais parfaitement adapté à une sale pute. Tu vas le faire ou tu préfères attendre là que les gens reviennent à leur voiture Mademoiselle Allumeuse?

Il a raison. Il est clair qu’il ne va pas céder. Et attendre ne m’aiderait pas non plus. Qu’il parle des personnes qui pourraient apparaître me donne la motivation dont j’ai besoin. Je me place donc devant la porte passager ouverte.

– Et ne t’aide pas de tes mains! Dit le voyou quand il voit que je les pose sur le siège.

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So I gave notice at the insurance company and in two weeks, I was working full-time at the adult store. I didn’t know what most items were and usually blushed when finding out.I decided what to wear to the store that was sexy, purchasing a shelf bra. It basically just held my breasts so they would stick straight out. My nipples would show through my top, especially on a chilly day. I always wore a tight top, which Paul approved, and even pinched both nipples, his first chance.“I knew you’d know how to dress to increase business in an adult-only store.”Paul made it clear I was also joining in the game nights that had moved to this location. I’d work five days a week at the store, one night a week game playing, and once a month join the Dominion activities.My first week at the store, I loved being groped, and was almost expecting it. Paul clarified I shouldn’t have sex with store customers. Sometimes he brought customers in and they immediately said something about my breasts or ass. He always smiled and often put his arm around me after he’d watched them grope me. I think having customers grope me turned him on as much as me.I wore a very short skirt, and my panties were thongs. If I bent over just right, my butt cheeks showed. Most people appreciated getting to view a nice round butt in an adult store. Everyone except the female customers who came in with a spouse or boyfriend. Several women demanded they leave the store when their men saw my ass hanging out. I was called a slut, whore, or worse, daily. Usually, I handed those men a business card about game nights. The women would rip it up, so I usually did this secretly. The men would smile and nod their heads that they understood the card was just for them. Everyone also questioned Adana Escort what type of bra I was wearing, if any. We went into the dressing room, and occasionally, they took pictures of my bra and breasts. The lesbians regularly touched my nipples as they hung over the shelf bra. It didn’t matter if it was a man or woman who touched me. I loved the attention when my breasts were being fondled, standing still, and touching no one.This was the perfect job I was definitely in my element.We sold many bras like I wore and we had a hard time keeping them in stock. One of the more popular items I sold was a strap-on. It was a toss-up whether more men or women bought them. I was pretty sure that I would use it someday. Hopefully, I would get fucked instead of me fucking someone else. The store sold a large supply of artificial cocks in a variety of sizes.Whenever Paul was in the store, he wanted me to call him Master or Sir. Three men were talking to him just inside the entrance. “Suzanne, get the calendar in my office for game nights.”When I returned and handed it to him, he grabbed the back of my head, clutching a handful of hair. “I wanted them to know you’re a good girl.”I wasn’t sure what I’d done wrong. Paul instructed one man to lock the front door while he was pushing me to my knees by controlling my head of hair.“From now on, you either call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’. Every chance you get, do you understand, Red?”He jerked my head when I didn’t answer as fast as he wanted.“Yes Sir,” I shouted.With that, he slapped me and advised me to never raise my voice to him if I wanted to keep my job.I stayed on my knees even after he let go of my hair, and he kept the door locked longer than expected. I went behind the Adana Escort Bayan counter when he finally unlocked the front door.“I’m sorry you forced me to get rough with you earlier. Important men need to understand how I want women to act.”The rest of the night, he acted like nothing happened. The experience excited me instead of scaring me. My pussy was wetter than normal as he scolded me in front of men.He said he would go home with me when I left. He followed me home and then into my front door.I kept quiet because I wasn’t sure what he expected of me.He ordered me to sit on the edge of the couch, and he locked my front door. I felt we were a couple for the first time since we met.He stood in front of me and said, “Lift your top so I can see the bra you made such a big hit.”Obliging him, I lifted my top, though I did not remove it.Smiling, he then flicked both of my nipples, then pinched them.“Yeah, I can see why you have made them a desirable item. How many men have you shown your bra to at the store?”“I show them to the women in the dressing room. Sometimes men might look inside.”He pinched my nipples until my eyes watered and I drenched my panties.“You are my slave from now on, and will address me as I described earlier. Nobody fucks you unless I am there, and I have consented. Chad can fuck you any time he wants. As long as I am present. If not for him, I don’t know if I’d want you. Don’t think you can sneak away from me.”That night, in the bedroom, he worked out his frustrations on me. He shoved a hairbrush handle up my ass after he order me to lean over the couch. I couldn’t help but enjoy everything he did to me. It was unbelievable how my life had changed since vanilla sex with Rodney.He liked Escort Adana me naked, and even when he ordered pizza from Chad, he insisted I answer the door.Chad smiled at both of us and placed the pizza on the kitchen table.“I see we have some new rules.”“She is my slave and will do everything and anything I tell her.”Chad said, “That’s good for you, and bad for me. I was hoping to still enjoy her myself.””Oh, I’ve already told her when I give permission, you can fuck her.” “Thanks, man, that means I owe you big time.”“Would you like to fuck her while I eat?” Paul asked.“If you don’t mind, I would love to, especially while you watch,” Chad said.Things were changing quickly in my life, I thought for the better. Each of these sexy men did things to my body that I loved.“We don’t have proper equipment here, however, you loved when I fucked your ass last time in the kitchen,” Chad said. He quickly undressed and motioned for me to come to him.I did as they both watched, and Chad shoved my head at his enormous cock. At least if Paul wanted me to please someone, I was glad it was to this cock.For over several hours, I sucked his cock and watched him assault my hairless pussy. Finally, he dressed, thanked Paul, as if in one last gesture he shoved the hairbrush up my ass. He left without another word, leaving the brush inside me.Paul said, “Leave it in there. I will remove it when I am done eating.”It was impossible to sit or move around with the brush inside my ass. So limited to standing or laying on my stomach, I watched him eat.Paul knew I loved the Tit Torture game, so he played it none stop without cards. We had brought a few items with us. He handcuffed my wrist to a bedpost more for looks than a restraint. He’d shown me a button that released the lock. I never got out of the cuffs. Something I’d never seen clamped my nipples. We connected the clamps to a chain around my neck. Every time he woke up, he flicked one or both of my nipples, which woke me as well. I slept very well that night.

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She was inches from my face and looking so damn adorable. I never saw her hand move. I felt her hand on the back of my neck as she applied the slightest of pressure pulling my face toward hers. My mind was moving at a thousand miles an hour in a million directions. Before I could decide how to react to her revelations and her touch, her lips met mine. The kiss was soft and tentative as she gauged my reaction. My eyes were wide open in shock, but I didn’t pull back. I did just the opposite and leaned into it, closed my eyes, and kissed her back. The next thing I knew, I was on my back with my arms around her and her tongue was entering my mouth.We kissed and explored each other’s mouths for the longest time. I missed intimacy so much and her kisses were throwing gasoline on my internal fire. I could have laid there all day just kissing her. When we finally came up for air she looked down at me and smiled sweetly. “You’re a great kisser, Sara. I’m glad we did this. Isn’t this better than what you would have been doing by yourself?”I couldn’t help but giggle. “Well, it is very nice, but you don’t know what I was planning on doing, do you?”She looked at me puzzled. “I think I’m a little offended. What would you be doing that’s better than kissing me?”I blushed but didn’t hesitate to answer her, “I was planning on pleasuring myself.”Her grin was huge. “Really! Were you going to use your hand, or do you have some toys? I have some toys if you want to borrow one, or two, or three. I have some really good toys. I know! Let’s go to my room and get some! Can I watch you?”Oh my god, this little pixie was just full of energy and whatever filter she had must have been removed and tossed away long ago. “Uhm… I don’t know about that. I’ve never done anything like that while someone watched. It would be weird.”She kissed the living shit out of me, then gave me that sexy grin again. “Oh come on. It’s vacation and you can do whatever you want. You’re not hurting anyone, and I know it will be fun. Come on, let’s go. Pretty please.”I was torn. This was way out of my staid comfort zone, and maybe that’s why I followed her out of my suite. I was nearly shaking with nerves when we approached her room. She put a finger to her lips before she opened the door to remind me that Chase was sleeping inside. I had been so caught up in our interaction that I hadn’t even thought about the fact that her husband was in the room sleeping. We entered the room and she motioned for me to follow her into the bedroom. I wasn’t remotely prepared for what I saw.The picture in my head of that moment remains crystal clear to this day. Chase was lying naked on top of the bedspread and he was obviously having a pleasant dream. His amazing body drew my eyes and I didn’t hesitate to look at every inch of it. What really drew my eye was the erect cock resting on his stomach. He wasn’t hung like David, but he was definitely well-endowed. My nervousness about masturbating in front of Anna lost its edge as I decided that Chase had given me plenty of fodder for my masturbation fantasy. Anna watching or not, I figured that I had an epic orgasm coming.Anna moved over to her suitcase while her eyes kept darting back to her husband. She pulled out her own rabbit, handed it to me as she took my other hand and walked me to the side of the bed. Chase was sleeping soundly in the middle and she pointed to the bed next to him. I shook my head. There was no way I was getting in bed with her naked husband.She pulled my head down and whispered into my ear, Eskişehir Escort “Don’t worry. I won’t ask you to do anything you don’t want to. I’m going to wake my husband and put that big cock of his in my pussy. I would love it if you watched and played with yourself while I did that. I promise he won’t mind.”Still, I hesitated. This was happening way too fast and I needed time to think. She must have seen my hesitation because she pulled me into another heated kiss. The next thing I knew I was on my back next to her husband and her hands were doing very nice things to my body. My nerves and, frankly, my upbringing made me hesitant, but every time I started to say something she would kiss me. Her hands were so soft and felt so very nice running down my chest. When she started playing with my tits my resistance fled. I didn’t make a sound when she released my top and pulled it free.Her cupid’s bow of a mouth landed on my nipple and began to suck gently. The brush of her tongue on my nipple made me moan involuntarily. I couldn’t remember the last time someone touched me like that, and I wanted it. I was desperate for that touch. I let myself get lost in what she was doing to me.Her hands had never stopped moving. One of them was caressing my breast while the other brushed down my belly and slipped into my bikini bottom. Her fingers found my wetness and I kissed her hard as she played with my clit. I wasn’t thinking about anything but what she might do to me next and how I was rapidly approaching a massive orgasm. I felt the loss deeply when her hand left my bikini. She pulled back from our kiss and used both hands to pull my bikini bottom off. She tossed them on the floor and grabbed the rabbit. She didn’t bother with turning it on as she brought it down to my crotch. I watched in fascinated lust as she ran it up and down my soaked slit. I was going fucking insane!She took my hand and put the vibrator in it, then leaned in and whispered into my ear, “I want to do more with you if you would like, but right now I need my hubby’s big cock. Please watch us. It will turn me on so much. OK?”I was a bundle of nerves, afraid of a million things, and so damn turned on that I couldn’t stand it. One of my best fantasies is watching people fuck. The idea of being the spectator to a hot sex show did things to me. I fought off the nerves and fears while nodding my agreement. Anna’s infectious grin was lost to my vision as she locked her lips on mine again. The heat in her kiss aroused me so much that I let go of every invading thought and lived in the moment. Too soon her lips left mine and she turned to her husband.I’ll admit that I was a basket case. I could not remember the last time I was this aroused. I needed to orgasm so badly that I began to justify what I was doing. David had given me permission. Granted, it was months ago when he did, but he didn’t take it back. He was off doing work stuff instead of being with me and I’d made big plans for this vacation. I was a bit pissed at him for that. What finally convinced me that I could stay was the fact that Anna was a woman and I was certain David wouldn’t have a problem with me being with her. The fact that her very naked and very hot husband was in the same bed with me probably should have propelled me right out of the room, but the truth was that I loved looking at him. Guys like to jack off to porn. I can tell you that masturbating to porn doesn’t hold a candle to watching a hot man get his cock blown by a beautiful Eskişehir Escort Bayan blonde. On the masturbation scale, porn falls far below the real thing.Anna had moved over to her husband and unceremoniously pushed his feet apart. He jumped as she startled him awake, but she was on him in an instant. Her double-fisted grapple of his cock directed it into her waiting mouth. His eyes flew open and he stared down at her as she went to town. That girl loved to suck cock. She went at it with joyful gusto while my hand began to move the rabbit against my pussy.To this point, I don’t think Chase even noticed me, and for good reason. His lovely little wife was hoovering his cock like it was her mission in life. Who knows, maybe it was. There are worse missions to have.He let her play for a while before pushing her back by the shoulders. She sat back on the bed and he quickly moved to grab her shoulders and rotate her down on her back. In the process, he nearly threw her on me. “Oops! Sorry. Didn’t see you there.”His calm and accepting manner, not to mention his devastating good looks, and that big cock brought a smile to my face and a quiver to my pussy. He returned his attention to his wife and his mouth soon found her pussy. He had her squirming in arousal in moments. I was watching closely and teasing myself with the rabbit. I wasn’t in a hurry. I wanted to reach my orgasm as I watched him fuck her. I hadn’t considered Anna when I made my plan.Anna’s hand left her husband’s head and reached out to me. I rolled toward her and looked at her in question. Her eyes were lust filled and her gaze heated. “Kiss me Sara, please kiss me.”That wasn’t a difficult request at all. I rolled onto my side and leaned down to kiss her. The sloppy and lust-filled kiss that followed gave our tongues a thorough workout. I was so wet I was practically dripping and I took it a step further. I moved further down her sweet body. I’d never had another woman’s breast in my mouth and I set out to rectify that discrepancy. Her nipple was fully erect and her skin felt soft and wonderful. I dwelled there for a while, licking and sucking while my hand caressed and squeezed.Our lips met again and continued to build heat in both of us until her body suddenly stiffened. At first, I thought I had done something wrong, but her arms flew around my neck and she moaned into my mouth. Her body began to quiver and shake as she orgasmed on her husband’s face. Our kiss continued through her orgasm and much more softly as she began to recover. I felt movement on the bed and pulled away. I leaned back against the headboard as Chase moved up between his wife’s legs. His erection pointed the way to her wanton little pussy.Anna put her hand on his chest to make him pause. “I want Sara to put you in me… Sara? Will you do it? Will you guide him into my hot little hole? It will be so hot watching your hand holding his cock and pushing it in me. FUCK!”She shivered and shook. I wasn’t sure if she just had another orgasm or was just really worked up, but I decided I might as well lend a hand so to speak. It’s not like I wanted to touch his cock, much. Who am I kidding? I wanted to touch his cock and much more. Anna had just asked me to do it and that blew away any roadblock from their end of things. I decided to go for it. Granted, I was hornier than I could remember, and they were both beautiful beyond words, but I still hesitated for a moment. What would David think?I wasn’t sure what David would think. I fully Escort Eskişehir intended to tell him everything when I finally saw him. I would beg for his forgiveness if I had to, but this was just too much to resist. I slid down onto the bed next to Anna, reached over, and for the first time since David and I met, held another man’s cock. His warm hardness felt wonderful in my hand and I couldn’t help but give him a few strokes. The look he gave me of unbridled lust nearly made me cum right then.It’s not like I guide a cock into a pussy every day and the process was a bit awkward at first. Once Chase got used to my tugging and stroking we coordinated our movements. I rubbed his cock up and down her wet little slit before nestling the tip into her pussy. He slowly shoved forward, his cock sliding through my hand on the way deep into her pussy. When my hand was pressed between the two lovers I let him go and moved my hand away.I was on my side nestled up against Anna with my face inches from hers. He kissed her hard, then leaned back and pulled her legs against his chest. He began to long stroke deep into her and she came unglued. Her body wiggled and thrust at her husband as he plowed her well. Suddenly, her face turned toward me. “Kiss me, Sara! I need your kisses.”Our mouths connected in a deep and passionate kiss, my head tracking hers as it moved up and down her pillow in time with his thrusts. Her hands were in my hair pulling my lips tight against hers. I loved every second of it and my only regret was that I couldn’t watch Chase fuck her while I was kissing her.Anna finally had to break the kiss. Chase had her respiration through the roof and she needed to catch a breath. I kissed her face and nibbled at her neck and ears. The combination of Chase’s hard plunging cock and my lips sent Anna over the top. Watching her orgasm was the hottest thing I had ever seen. She so obviously loved having sex with her husband and her lithe body wiggled and thrust in appreciation of his skill. Her hips flew up and she thrust her pelvis at her husband’s plunging cock. She went rigid and held that position for several long seconds as her orgasm overcame her.Chase knew from long experience to give her a moment to fully enjoy the sensations running through her. His cock was buried as deep as it would go in Anna and it was as if his cock was an erotic prod holding her suspended in ecstasy. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, but eventually, she came down the other side of it. When she did her frantic hands pulled my head back to her and we kissed deeply. We continued to kiss in her afterglow until she returned from the blissful place her orgasm had taken her to.I don’t know that I had ever been this aroused and more in need of an orgasm. My hand found its way to my aching pussy without a conscience decision on my part. I began rubbing my clit as we kissed and was nearing orgasm in mere seconds. Anna wasn’t having it. She grabbed my hand and pulled my slick fingers to her mouth. Her little tongue darted out and licked the juices from my fingers while her eyes looked deeply into mine. “I want you on my face, Sara.”I wanted that so badly that I thought I was going insane. Still, I hesitated. As deeply aroused as I was, and as much as I wanted her to eat my aching pussy, I knew in the deepest part of me that this was a huge step. I didn’t want to risk my marriage for a few minutes of ecstasy. I was so damn horny though that I began to rationalize what I was doing. Surely David wouldn’t be upset if another woman ate my pussy. It’s not like I’m fucking her husband, although, in my most secret of thoughts, that’s exactly what I wanted. Fidelity means resisting temptation in order to preserve the love and relationship you already have, regardless of how turned on you are by the situation you’re in.

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She had to. She just had to check one more time. Fingers gripping the curtain and carefully pulling it back, Ellie peeked out the window, emerald green eyes darting to the driveway and then the road before she was just as quickly letting go of the curtain to let it fall back into place again. Having seen nothing, she gave a small sigh of relief and stepped back into her room, turning to make her way toward her bed. She had been running late from work and knew she only had about an hour and a half until the first of her roommates got home. So, she didn’t want to waste any time. She had been waiting for an opportunity to get some time to herself, for the house to be empty. But, with three others living there, besides herself, it always seemed as if someone was home.

Ellie’s fingers went to work quickly as she neared the edge of her bed and turned to sit down on it, digits quickly undoing the button of her jeans, along with the zipper, and soon thumbs to follow, tucking into the waistband and she began to pull them off, slipping them off of each leg, before they ended up in a pile on the floor beneath her socked feet. This just left her in a black t-shirt and blue bikini-style panties. She couldn’t wait any longer and as soon as those pants hit the floor, her right hand moved in, sliding along her thigh and further in, eagerly finding what it sought, but not daring to go beneath her panties just yet, but over.

As her fingers slid over her panties, pressing against her clit lightly, and then her slit, fingers, and fabric pressing into her as her hand moved lower, Ellie let out a soft gasp Erzurum Escort and instinctively spread her legs a little wider, giving her hand more room to rub and rub she did. She kept the same pace, light and slow, but slowly changed the movement of her hand. Starting at her clit, rubbing in small circles, just once or twice, before moving her hand lower to gently rub her slit, before her hand would slide back up to her clit again. It wasn’t long before Ellie was lost in it, her eyes closed, her long blonde locks partially draped over her shoulder, and the rest down her back as she tipped her head back slightly. Soft little gasps and moans came from her soft pink parted lips. It also wasn’t long before her arousal, if not already apparent, became even more noticeable by the wet spot that started to grow on her panties as her fingers rubbed her slit.

With a shuddered breath, though not stopping her rubbing, Ellie laid back on the bed, her legs being pulled up and bent at the knees, spread to either side, as she got more comfortable. As she was settled, laying there, her chest heaving lightly, her cheeks flush, her body aching for more, her left hand joined in and pulled her damp panties to the side, exposing her pussy. Shaved, pink, and glistening with her juices. Not keeping with the same movement now, Ellie’s slender fingers focused on her clit, pulling a moan from her as she found the swollen little nub, and rubbed it gently in circles, though a little faster than she had been previously rubbing herself.

Feeling her orgasm slowly building with each pass of her Erzurum Escort Bayan fingers, she dipped them lower, her fingers slipping between her lower lips, not entering her, but she was just picking up some of her juices to pull them up back up to her clit as her fingers moved back up to rub it again. Giving a moan, Ellie’s hips rocked to meet her fingers as they twirled around her clit faster this time, the added lubrication of her own juices sending the already great feeling even higher, pushing her ever closer to her quickly approaching orgasm.

Dipping her fingers lower again, giving her clit a small break to tease her slit, she couldn’t help herself this time, her arousal pushing her on to chase her orgasm, and she was soon slipping two fingers, her middle and ring finger, into her tight hole. That action, the feeling of having her pussy filled, almost pushed her over the edge to orgasm. A louder moan came from the young woman as her body shuddered, her hips rocking hard against her hand and holding it there, keeping her fingers as deep within her as she could get them. After that second of catching her breath, that sudden shock of arousal taking her off guard, she picked back up again, slowly rocking her hips against her hand as she started to move, fucking herself with her fingers.

Much like with rubbing her clit, the slow speed of her thrusting fingers and rocking hips didn’t last long and was soon to pick up, almost as if she was desperate for release. It had been a while, after all, but she wasn’t normally like this, didn’t normally feel this desperate Escort Erzurum for it. But, this time, she wanted it and needed it, and her needy movements reflected that as her speed picked up and her fingers thrust in and out of her, moving with ease with her wetness, and her hips moving to keep up with her fingers. As her release built, her breathing became heavier, and her eyes were closed tight, as the whole of her body and mind focused on the orgasm approaching. Focused on the movement of her fingers, the shocks of pleasure that filled her body every time her fingers plunged into her pussy.

“Oh!” The soft, gasped, exclamation suddenly left her lips as that building pleasure suddenly exploded, causing that word to be followed by a loud moan as her body arched. The rocking of her hips and the thrusting of her fingers came to a standstill as the pleasure rolled through her, her pussy clamping tightly around her fingers in strong orgasm contractions. As the stronger waves started to slow, Ellie started to slowly move her hips against her hand again, reigniting those little sparks of pleasure, and causing soft moans to leave her lips again. After teasing herself a little more, she slowly pulled her fingers out, sliding her wet fingers up her equally as wet slit, and then pulled them away. Her left hand moved in, pulling her panties back over as she was still trying to catch her breath.

As she lay there, still in a light stupor from her orgasm, there was the sound of a car door, one she wasn’t sure if it was just in the distance or outside. Now with release pushed to the back of her mind, at least for now, Ellie was scrambling up for her pants to put them back on. She was in a rush to make sure that she was presentable, just in case it just so happened to be one of her roommates. Though, she would definitely be looking forward to the next time she got some alone time.

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Subject: A Kept Man in China, Part 1 —- Readers: This is a completely fictional multi-part story involving a 25 year old white American man who finds himself at the beck and call of an increasingly confident 14 year old Chinese boy, while he is living and working in China. If you find this subject matter objectionable, please stop reading now. If you enjoy it, I hope you’ll reach out with your thoughts and comments, I am at ail. Finally, please do consider making a donation to Nifty, to support the editors who make this site possible and allow this fiction to be published! —– If you had told me in college, just a few short years ago, that I would be living in China as a kept man, I would have nearly died laughing. And yet here I sit, a young white American man in my guilded cage in a 31st story apartment in Shanghai, writing my story. And I’ve never been happier. How did I come to China? Like almost every other white person, to try my hand earning some money by teaching English, living an exciting life in a foreign land. You see, I learned the hard way that getting an undergraduate degree in mathematics doesn’t do all that much good in the job market unless you go on to get a PhD in mathematics, something I have no intention of doing. So I graduated in 2017 and wasted a year trying to find a job that fit my interests. Then one day, I stumbled across an offer to teach English in China, and even though the pay wasn’t great, the sense of adventure seemed to make up for it. I jumped at the chance Erzurum Escort and never looked back. White guy teaching English in China. I can almost hear what you’re thinking. Just horny to hook up with Chinese girls, right? Wrong. I’m gay. And I’ve never been hung up on Asians. I will admit I sort of flirted with a cute Chinese-American guy I met when I was taking a semester of Chinese during college, but it never went anywhere. Besides, even before I came here, I knew just enough about gay life in China to know it’s not the best investment if your goal is to make out with guys. Even if you are a 6’2″ tall, blond haired, blue eyed American walking stereotype. Nope, this move was all about adventure and challenge. So I moved to China in 2018, and had a great time teaching. Made a bunch of friends, mostly other expats, and those were the ones I hooked up with if I felt horny. My Chinese has gotten good enough that I can find my way around daily life and even read a newspaper, but when I’m teaching English, I don’t speak in Mandarin because I know my accent is terrible. It’s weird to be living in China but hiding that you can speak their language! Fast forward to 2020. I’d made such a name for myself teaching classes that I started getting offers for private one-on-one tutoring. Shanghai is like living in the future, and there are families here that are amazingly wealthy and getting wealthier. Just a few private contracts and I quadrupled my salary! Never mind that their teenaged Erzurum Escort Bayan children who are my pupils are probably smarter than I am, I’m earning whatever the market will bear. Which brings me to where I am today. Stuck in China because of COVID… and now in 2021 having my job shut down because President Xi is pushing foreign tutors like me out and English is losing favor. I had to tell my favorite pupil, a 14 year old tall, lanky boy named Xiaobo, that I’ll be closing up my tutoring business and going back to America soon. He in particular was so smart that part of me wishes I could just hang around and see what he becomes. We never made idle talk during our tutoring sessions, and it would be hard for a 25 year old like me to be friends with a 14 year old Chinese boy, but faced with the prospect of leaving, I realized I would miss him. And then he interrupted me and said something that changed my life. “My father told me to offer you a position as our butler instead. Would you like it?” “A butler, as in… a servant?” Xiaobo smiled faintly. “If you want to call it that,” he offered. “This is a full time job. The pay might be less, but you will live with us in the guest room, and if you cook for us, then you eat for free too. I hope you are interested?” For some reason it charmed me that he actually hoped I’d be interested. It made me feel special. I only had to think it over for a few seconds. The guest room where I tutored Xiaobo had a heartbreakingly beautiful Escort Erzurum western view of sunsets over the massive and sleek skyscrapers of Shanghai, and a large comfortable bed. The kitchen in which I’d be cooking was higher end than anything I would ever see back in America. And, if I was ever trusted with driving tasks… it would either be in a BMW or a Maserati. “And this way, you can still tutor me, but you won’t need to have any other clients,” the young boy offered. “I’ll do it,” I answered in a flash, my heart pounding with excitement. Another thin, confident smile. Xiaobo turned and called over his shoulder in Chinese, “Dad, he says yes to being our servant.” He surely never imagined I spoke enough Chinese to understand what he had just said. Then I heard his father call back, “Tell him we’ll have a 5 year contract for him to sign tomorrow. In today’s China, the Americans are the servants,” he answered with a hearty laugh. I tried to keep myself from blushing at what I was able to understand. It made me feel helpless but excited at the same time. It sank in. I’d be an American servant in a Chinese mega-city. Something about that made my cock start to stiffen. Why did I like it? A five year contract? It worried me a little bit. What if I didn’t like it? And then I allowed myself to daydream. Five years of living in a high rise penthouse, cooking in a sleek modern kitchen, driving expensive cars, without paying rent? What’s not to like? Who says Americans can’t be servants. My reverie was interrupted as I felt Xiaobo’s hand touched mine. “It will be your job to do anything we ask,” he explained in a low voice. And then, looking intently into my eyes, the boy repeated, “Anything.” My cock stiffened to full hardness as I answered, “Yes. Anything.”

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Subject: Speedo: Part 5 (high school and interracial) Don’t read this story if you’re under 18 or have problems with gay-themed erotic stories. Do not forget to donate to Nifty, our host. They are super cool and worthy of our support. fty/donate.html I enjoy your comments and feedback: hoo Speedo: Part 5 By this time, my brother Malik had gotten home from work. He had walked over to Dante’s house to see what was going on and had heard the last part of my conversation with Dante. “Hey Malik,” I said trying to sound as normal as possible under the circumstances. “This is Speedo. We lifeguard together.” Malik offered his fist to Speedo, and they shared a fist bump. So far, so good. “Nice to meet you Speedo,” he said, making a quick look down at his swimsuit. “Well, I guess I know where the nickname and Jamal’s first Speedo came from.” “Yea, I am a swimmer, and it’s the only kind of swimsuit I ever wear anywhere,” he said. “By the way, Jamal has told me what an awesome brother you are.” “Thanks, man. Why don’t we go inside,” Malik suggested. “So we can talk.” All three of us went into our living room and found places to sit. Speedo and I were seated side by side on the sofa while Malik sat in a chair. “So, I guess you heard part of my conversation with Dante,” I said. “Yea, and I also saw this on Snap Chat,” he said showing us the picture the two of us had just taken together. “So, when I told you yesterday that running down the street in a Speedo made you look gay and you said, `Maybe I am,’ I thought you were kidding.” “I know,” I said. “I wasn’t ready to talk seriously about it yet. Now, I am. You know, I always tell you everything. This has happened really fast.” “Yea, we just met Monday,” Speedo said. “And we hit it off from the start.” “So are you guys already a couple?” he asked. “We are still trying to figure things out,” Speedo said. “Both of us have dated girls and are not really sure if we are ready to say that we will never date another girl.” “So, is this your first time to like another guy?” he asked us both. “You know it is for me,” I said. “I have had a boyfriend,” Speedo said. “We broke up a month ago.” “So, when did you and Erica break up?” Malik asked. “Monday. I wanted to take things to the next level, but she didn’t. Then, she saw the way I looked at Speedo when he walked up to us at the front desk, and she could sense that we had a vibe.” “Look, I’m just going to say this. Jamal, how do you know you like gay sex?” Malik asked. Looking at each other, Speedo and I both laughed. “Let me put it this way. We have messed around with each other before the pool opened yesterday and again today,” I said. “Yea, we got carried away yesterday in the men’s changing room when someone opened the door,” Speedo said. “Did you get caught in the act?” Malik asked. “No,” I said, “but it was close.” “Did you use condoms?” Malik asked. “No, bro,” I said. “We didn’t get that carried away, and I am not sure when I will be.” “That’s good news. I want both of you to be careful. Not everyone is going to be cool with your vibe,” Malik said. “Plus, you might want to rethink walking down the street in our neighborhood holding hands and wearing those little swimsuits. I don’t want to see some closed-minded homophobe trying to hurt you.” “I got you,” I said. “But it felt so good to do what felt natural to us.” “It may have felt good, but you were practically naked,” Malik said. “You’ve got a point there,” Speedo said. “I think that the inhibition gene is missing from my DNA.” “You can say that again,” I said laughing. “Within the first hour that we met, Speedo forgot to tie the drawstring on his swimsuit, and dove in, losing it immediately. Instead of swimming to get it, he got out of the pool, showing off his entire naked body for me to see.” “I was testing Erzurum Escort him to see if your brother might be gay,” Speedo said to Malik. “My guess is that he passed the test,” Malik said, laughing too. “He could not take his eyes off of me,” Speedo said. “There are going to be a lot of girls who are going to be disappointed that you too boys are off the market, even if it is temporarily,” Malik said. “You’re both not totally ugly, and you are hung like horses.” “How did you know?” Speedo asked, putting his hands on either side of his crotch to make it stand out even more. “So, Malik, are you ready to join the all boys club too?” I asked. “Don’t misjudge me; you both are not my type. But, those swimsuits are practically obscene. Please go change before mom and dad get home,” he said. “Thanks for being so cool,” I said, giving Malik a hug. Then, I grabbed Speedo’s hand and led him down the hall. “So, we made it to my bedroom,” I said pulling him close to me. “All this talk about you becoming gay, messing around before work, and our obscene Speedos has made me so incredibly horny. I can’t believe that I have to wait until tomorrow morning to touch myself,” he said. I pulled him so close to me that our very large cocks were pressed together, separated only my some very thinly stretched fabric. I kissed him so aggressively that I thought I might bruise our lips, and it felt amazing, better than any kiss I had ever experienced within anyone before. I loved it when he squeezed my gluts so I squeezed his too. By the time we finished kissing, both of our dicks were rock hard. When I looked down at them, I could see that both of us had wet spots on our swimsuits from leaking precum. “Let’s go take a shower together,” I said. There was a bathroom between my bedroom and Malik’s, so no one would know that we were showering together. I simply locked the door that led to Malik’s room. Once the water was warm, we got into the shower together still wearing our Speedos. I was behind Speedo with my hard cock pressed into his ass crack, when I reached around and started rubbing his cock through the thin fabric of his swimsuit. Next, I starting planting kisses on the side of his neck. Both sensations caused him to moan out loud. I loved the contrast in our skin color. He had this golden color from being out in the sun, and my skin was a buttery shade of brown. During the summer as I got more sun my skin would get darker and darker and I would get tan lines. At the moment I was the same color all over for the most part. He turned around, so the shower spray was hitting his back, and forced his tongue into my eager mouth. We kissed and ground our cocks together. “I do not want this to ever end,” I said. “Remember, since I lost the biggest cock contest, I am not supposed to touch myself for at least twelve more hours,” he said. “Who said anything about you touching yourself?” I said. “I’ll do all of the touching if that’s okay with you?” “That sounds amazing,” he said. I got down on my knees and pulled his tight wet Speedo all the way down until he could step out if it. Once released, his cock slapped his ripped abs. His tan lines showed how white this boy was. The contrast between his tanned legs and the white wear his Speedo covered his body was very sexy. I began to lick his hairless balls while I stroked his hard throbbing cock. I liked the texture of his ball skin. I gently took one ball into my mouth at a time and bathed them with my tongue while I continued to stroke him. “Jamal,” he asked, “Do you want to taste my juice?” “I want to taste every part of you,” I replied. “Then, suck on the head of my cock and keep stroking. I am almost ready to fire,” he said. I did just what Speedo asked. I put the head of his cock in my mouth and stimulated it Erzurum Escort Bayan with my tongue while I kept beating his meat. It was messy. My saliva and his precum, mixed together, made it easy to slide my hand up and down his beautiful white cock. I could not believe how into this I was. I had a cock in my mouth for the first time in my life, and I truly loved it. “Bro, I have to warn you; my load is always huge. Are you ready to swallow my snake gravy?” he asked. I looked up at him with at least half of his cock in my mouth and nodded yes just before he started shooting, filling my mouth with his warm salty manjam. I swallowed, sucked, swallowed, sucked, and kept stroking until he was satisfied. His moaning told me how good I was making him feel, and I liked that. Pleasing this sexy boy turned me on. Once he finished shooting volley after volley of hot cum down my throaty, I removed his cock and started licking the head clean. He pulled away saying, “Dude, I’m way too sensitive for that. Give me a second to recover.” So, I stood up, hugged, and kissed him, letting him taste himself in my mouth. “Welcome to the club,” he said smiling. “What club is that?” I asked, feeling curious. “Cocksuckers of the World” he said, kissing me again. “Once you join the club, you are in it for life. Feeling any regrets?” “No way. I loved having your big hard cock in my mouth,” I admitted. “I have no regrets. I never thought I’d ever suck a dick, only sissies do that.” “I know exactly what you mean. Straight-acting guys like us could never love dick sucking, but a lot of us do. How crazy is that?” he said. “What about swallowing a big load of cum? Did you like it or did you want to spit it out?” “I was hot. It came from you, so I liked it,” I said truthfully. “What about the taste?” he asked. “It was creamy like vanilla ice cream but salty,” I said. “I’d like to try some of yours. I hope it tastes like milk chocolate,” he said getting down on his knees in front of me. He tugged my tight red Speedo over my brown boner. I stepped out of it. He started licking up and down my sausage when we were both startled by a loud knock on the bathroom door from Malik’s room. “I need to get a shower before dinner and before we run out of hot water. Are you two pansies finished yet?” Malik asked. We had spent so much time kissing and sucking that neither one of us had touched a bar of soap. “Give us five minutes, okay?” I said. “Just hurry,” Malik said. Speedo quickly stood up and the two of us hastily started soaping each other’s bodies. I liked having the freedom to touch him everywhere from his nipples to his asshole to his soft balls and his cock. He felt amazing. “It seems like our fun is always being interrupted,” he said while I quickly shampooed his curly blonde hair. I was surprised that, when wet, it hung past his shoulders. Then, I used some conditioner to help him get the tangles out. “At least you got to blow your load,” I said, hugging him from behind. “Let’s meet early at the pool tomorrow morning,” he suggested. We stepped out of the shower and quickly toweled each other off. I hung our Speedos on the towel bar to dry. Then, I unlocked the door to Malik’s room and let him know the bathroom was all his. Once we were in my room, we hugged again and both of us grew hard in a nanosecond. It felt sensational, but I knew there was no time for any more sex. “I hate to say this, but we need to get ready for dinner. Plus, I want you to meet my mom and dad.” “Okay, bro, let’s go,” he said taking my hand and heading for the door. “I was thinking we might want to get dressed first,” I said. “Oh that. What a minor detail,” he said flashing me with that perfect smile. I threw him some of my 2xist bikini briefs to wear. “Put these on,” I said, putting Escort Erzurum a similar pair on me. “Wait a dick-sucking minute,” he said. “Don’t you wear boxer briefs?” “No. I like these,” I said, wondering where this was going. “Jamal, these are so gay. Straight boys never wear bikini briefs. Are you sure you’ve never had a gay thought before Monday?” he asked. “Now you are starting to fuck with my head. My underwear preference has nothing to do with my sexuality, does it?” I threw him a pair of athletic shorts and a tank top to wear to dinner. We both continued getting dressed. “I think it does. Next, question. Have you ever seen Dante naked?” he asked. “Plenty of times. He has been one of my closest friends as long as I can remember,” I said. “We always change in front of each other. We probably took baths together when we were little.” “Have you jacked off together?” he asked. “Yea, a couple of times when we were in the ninth grade,” I admitted, “In this bed together?” he asked, referring to my double bed. “Yea, but the lights were off,” I said, somewhat embarrassed. “Did you watch him?” he asked. “Okay, I know where this conversation is going,” I said. “Maybe you are not the first guy I have been attracted to. Fuck, I guess I didn’t realize it. So, how old were you the first time you realized that you like boys?” “I was pretty young, like sixth grade,” he said. “I want to hear more about this after dinner,” I said. “Malik is out of the shower. That means it’s time to eat. Are you ready to meet my mom and dad?” “Are you going to say anything during dinner?” he asked. “No. I’ll tell them when it’s just the three of us,” I said. “That sounds like a good idea. What about Malik? Will he out you?” he asked. “I’ll ask him not to,” I said. I spoke to Malik, and he agreed not to say anything. Dinner went well. My parents liked Speedo instantly. He had everyone laughing when he told the story of the practical joke he had played on me by switching swimsuits when I was in the shower. He grabbed my thigh under the table a couple of times, and it felt good. Otherwise, I thought that we were not obvious about what was going on between us. After dinner, I loaned him a pair of running shoes, from when my foot was his size back when I was fourteen. Then, we ran to his house together. Since it was summer, the sun was still shining even though it was almost eight o’clock. He proved how fit he is, keeping up with me every step of the way for the entire three mile run. When we were a few blocks from his home, he suggested that we walk the rest of the way. It was getting dark, so, when he took my hand, I didn’t resist. “I need to apologize,” he said. “I’m really sorry I pushed you to realize that you did not just turn gay. It is none of my business. I guess I am worried that this is a temporary thing that will vanish when you come to your senses. Being gay is not easy. Most straight people do not understand.” “So, if I admit that there were red flags along the way that I was not willing to see, it is less risky to date me.” “Something like that,” he said, “Jamal, no one turns gay. It is who you have always been. It is hardwired into you, or you are not gay.” “Trust me, Speedo. I didn’t realize it until I met you, but this is not a phase I am going through. I am so into you,” I admitted squeezing his hand. “Tell me about what happened when you were in the sixth grade.” “I was visiting my grandmother during spring break. One day I was hanging out with her neighbor Paul, who was also in the sixth grade. He and I were sitting side by side in his treehouse. He was athletic and so cute. I misread things and thought he was feeling the same thing about me, so I put my hand on top of his. He pulled his hand away. Then, he told me that he had to go eat dinner, so we climbed down from the treehouse. When I saw him shooting baskets with another boy the next day, he ignored me. In the past he would have waved for me to join them. We never hung out again.” “Bro, I am so sorry that happened,” I said. “Now, I understand why hand-holding is so important to you.”

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Subject: Aggresive young black master ch 3 Author is Jim Walker I knew Musa would be round on Tuesday but the challenge he had set me was to deep throat a large dildo for two whole minutes – and only a week to have it done by. He had stuck it on the tiles in my bathroom. As instructed each evening when I came home from work I throated that dildo. It was big and my throat was sore and swollen from the pounding it had taken on Tuesday evening. I was worried I would be too sore to properly do anything but I tried. But it was really nice as well – to be able to feel I was serving him every day. I whatsapped the video on Wednesday – despite the pain I had made a real effort. I got a reply back “good start to the week – maybe you will impress me after all”. Thursday and Friday’s video got similar encouragement and I was determined to impress. On Saturday I got it down my throat and pressed my nose on the tiles for almost 30 seconds. I only pulled off because I threw up a little and with my throat blocked it came out of my nose and really scared me. “Well done! That was very impressive. So good in fact that you can have a treat.” Attached was a picture of Musa at the gym with his top off. He looked great and I was proud he had sent it me. Sunday was even better I managed 1 minute and 11 seconds before I just couldn’t stay there any longer. I whatsapped it and got a prompt reply: “You will manage it I am sure. That was worth a special treat”. Attached was a picture. He had squatted down over the phone and I was seeing his arse hole. It looked wonderful and I jacked off imagining being allowed to lick it. Monday was my big day. I left work early and by 7 was kneeling in front of the dildo. Camera in one hand, stop watch in the other. I did a few practice runs and then went for it. I took a deep breath and leaned forward onto the massive black dildo on the wall. I opened my throat, got it so far in that my nose was on the tiles. I pressed the stop watch. I gagged a little at around 30 second. I started to really heave at just over a minute and at one minute and 23 seconds I threw up. The puke showered from my mouth, ran down my nose, covered the mirror and I began to cough. I couldn’t go much further. My eyes were closed so I didnt get the bile in my eyes, cos it burned like crazy. I hung on but I couldnt see the stop watch. I couldn’t take any more and collapsed on the floor. I pressed the watch and washed my face. I looked at the clock 1 minute and 57 seconds. Not quite two minutes but I knew I couldn’t do it again and I had not pressed it until I was fully in position – he wouldn’t notice. “Two minutes as instructed” I wrote and whatsapped the video. The immediate reply was “I am busy, will look later, see you tomorrow”. I was a bit disappointed not to know if I had got away with it or to get another picture. About midnight my phone pinged “Just watched the video so you can choose for tomorrow – leather, rubber, sportswear, skinhead gear or streetwear”. Yes, I had done it. “Leather please” The doorbell rang and I opened the door. Musa stood there in his normal clothes. My face fell. “Don’t worry its underneath, I wasn’t walking through the streets like some fuckin YMCA singalong fag boy” He went into the bedroom. Emptied his rucksack on the bed and took off his coat. He had a leather harness on that looked perfect on him. He dropped his track suit bottoms and I realised he had DMs on. He had on a pair of leather shorts and large black DMs. “You will love these faggot, look at this” He turned round to show me the shorts zipped all the way round and would reveal both the front and the back. “I like to keep them on when my arse is being licked – you just unzip and away you go. Anyway kneel down, hands behind your back ready to lick my boots” I knelt down, put my hands behind my back and looked up. He smiled at me. I smiled back and he punched me in the face. Full force. I fell back and he kicked me in the balls. I screamed out and put my hands infront of my balls. He kicked me in the stomach – full force. I was completely winded. “You fuckin batty boy scum bag lying twister. It was not two minutes. It was short of two minutes and you knew dat. Did you not even look at the video before you sent it. Your fucking stop watch was clearl on the camera. I could see it was not two minutes – it was short. But you timed it. So you must have knew it was short. No one lies to me like this. Dat is so bad for you. You have no fucking idea how angry I am man. But by the end of today you will get the idea. I am going to beachu so hard you will wish you had never looked at my trainers on the tube. I dont care how much you yell or cry. There will not be one moment when you gonna enjoy today. It will be worse than your worst nightmare and at the end you simply gonna give me my money say “thank you and see you next week. Now get in the bathroom, strip off, and come back when I call you.” I went into the bathroom and stripped off and waited. And waited. And waited. What on earth was he doing? What was he planning? What could possibly take this long. I started to get scared. I thought about it and what he might do to me. The thoughts built up. I was really scared. I started to shake. I realised he might do anything and there was very little I could do. How could I have been so stupid? How could I possibly think I would have got away with it? I felt so stupid and so scared. The tears started running down my face. I was shaking and sobbing. I couldn’t wait any longer. I opened the bathroom door. On the floor was a belt – a wide belt. At one end it said “you get this end if you managed to stay in the bathroom an hour” it was the belt end “otherwise you being beaten with this” and it was the buckle. There was no way I was being beaten with a belt buckle this was way too heavy. I decided that I just had to escape as quickly as I could and get help. For speed I just wrapped a towel round me and crept to the front door. I would go to a neighbour, god knows what I would say. I quietly opened the door and slowly opened it towards me. Suddenly it flew at me and knocked me over. Musa was stood there – having clearly just kicked the door open. He had been standing outside my flat “You so predictable fag boy. Get up, get the towel off and get in the living room. I went in and laid out on the floor there was a pair of handcuffs on the settee, a leather studded collar, a pair of large nipple clamps, a jock strap and a gas mask” He pulled my hands behind my back and up to my neck. The pain was very real. He locked on handcuffs at the point of maximum height. It hurt immediately. He then put the collar on me. I was horrified to discover it has sharp pins on the inside. “They don’t cut unless you move around faggot – so stay the fuck still”. He put on nipple clamps. “No no no no no no, much too tight, much too tight, get them off, get them off”. I was in agony they were so bad. “You being punished batty boy. They are staying on but let me help you”. He picked up the gas mask and put it on my face. He must have filled the filter with poppers cos I got a hit immediately. After two or three deep breaths the pain in my nipples subsided slightly. I started to calm down and said “that’s enough now”. He took the mask off and said “let’s keep going. Put this jock on”. I picked up the jock and realised just like the collar it had sharp pins inside. “Get it on, I not waiting”. I put it on and I could feel the pins but fortunately nothing sharp actually sticking in. “You ok faggot?” I nodded. “Let’s see if everything is working”. He pulled slightly on the chain of the nipple clamps. The Erzurum Escort nipples had already gone a bit numb and it was more sexual than painful. “I like it when you enjoy it” he said which was a bit unexpected. “Look at my shorts” I could see the outline of his dick through the leather shorts. It was very erotic. He gently rubbed around my nipples. They felt good. He stroked my nipples a little more. “You liking this now?” I nodded. Then I yelled in pain. I had got a hard on and my dick was pressing up against the pins inside the jock. Musa slowly stroked his hand down my body and put it over the jock and squeezed. I literally began to cry. “Oh we barely started pussy boy. I going to keep you extra hard so when we finished you will have so many holes in your cock you will piss like a watering can. You cheated me and your punishment will be worse than you can imagine. Everything you enjoy is going to be ruined. My plan is that whenever you get turned on in future you will remember how horrible it could be. Every time that little dick of yours goes hard you will remember the worst pain you ever had and you will remember thinking you were smarter than me.” He squeezed the jock again and said “and the best part for me is you are paying me to do it. I can do whatever I want”. And he really squeezed the jock. My screams must have been heard on the other side of the street. He got a rope and threaded it round the hand cuffs which were behind my back. He put the rope through a ring on the back of the collar, over my head, back through a ring on the front of the collar and started to tie it to the nipple clamps. He grabbed my hands and pulled them up even higher, the pain was severe. He then knotted off on the clamps. So the nipple clamps were tied to the handcuffs – and the slightest movement of my arms would pull on the clamps. This was bad. I was in pain at my shoulders but the only way I could move my hands to a more comfortable position would pull on the chain on the nipple clamps, which were already really biting. I moved my arms and the pull on the clamps was evil. He left me like that for several minutes and the pain was becoming excrutiating. “Would you like some more poppers?” I said I would. A few breaths would take the edge off the pain. He put the gas mask on me. I took a couple of deep breaths. It really delivered it strong and quick. “That’s enough” I said. “I know” he said, smiling. And he just looked at me. I started trying to hold my breath and breath in less. He just stared at me. Eventually I had to stop trying not to breath and I inhaled poppers for several minutes. It was far too much and my head started to spin. “Always eases the pain… Poppers can be a great turn on” said Musa He put his hands out and started playing gently with the nipple clamps. He stopped, turned round and showed me his ass. It looked perfect in the leathers. He bent so that they tightened up. “I meant to ask you, ass licker – you like it clean or dirty or sweaty.”. “I like it sweaty but not dirty” I said through the mask. “Imagine pulling that zip down and getting your tongue up there. All sweaty from the gym”. I started to get swept away by the poppers, my nipples were just tingling, I imagined licking his arse. And the pain in my dick was unbelievable. I was so hard the pins were now directly in my cock head. I could feel them. I started to cry. I also felt drowsy from the poppers. He reached up and removed the mask. I gasped as the fresh air. He stood in front of me and looked down at my dick still tenting the jock. “You got pins in the head of your dick?” I nodded. Without warning his knee came up right into my balls. A real hard smash. A gasped in pain, and stumbled forward. The movement yanked the nipple clamps and I yelled out with the severity of the pain. I felt dizzy from the poppers and fell on the floor. With no way to break my fall I landed on my front. The nipple clamps pulled even more. The collar dug into my neck. I banged my face, reopening the cut from the earlier. “Well at least the pins are in your balls now too”. I gonna get a drink. If you are standing up when I get back i will take the clamps off. He disappeared but I couldn’t get up. Moving round cut into my neck and pulled on my shoulders which tore at my nipples. When he came back I was just lying on the floor hurting all over. “Pathetic fag” he said and kicked me in the stomach. “You sorry you fucked with me fag?” I was fed up of this so I told the truth “I am sorry I ever met you”. “But you did fag, and I gonna be back next Tuesday and the one after and on and on. And you gonna pay me to keep meeting you. You gonna pay me every week. How much you planning on paying this week?” I hadn’t even thought. He had always named his price and I sensed a trap. “I don’t decide that, you do”. His face broadened into a big smile. “Finally you given me the right answer. For that I will undo the rope and take off the handcuffs”. He did and I was able to get up and flex my shoulders – it made the collar bite in but I didn’t care, it was the stiffness in my shoulders that was getting relief. “Time for your beating faggot. And you getting buckle end of the belt. But I am not stupid I cannot have you in hospital so I do you a deal. I beat you 10 times with the buckle end, and use my flogger 100 times. Or you can have 30 with the buckle and no flogging – trust me that is not a good decision and I not shittin you. But there is a price difference – 100 flogs is 100 pounds.” I had no idea what he thought I was paying him but I realised the buckle would be a really bad move. “OK flogging”. “Thats a good answer. Now you can chose. I can belt your ass with the buckle first and then flog you. I like that. The buckle makes cuts and the flogging will open them up – your screaming will be music to my ears. Or for only another £50, I can flog first and then use the belt”. I opted for the flog first. Musa rummaged on the bed and produced a few bits and pieces which I worked out was a way of putting wrist cuffs up against the door – held in place by a closed door. He cuffed me up and I was stood in front of the door. My jock on, my collar on – both with pins sticking in me. And nipple clamps that had been on so tight for so long my normally pink nipples were flattened and white. “OK fag boy, gonna give you poppers again. But I will take it off after you had about half a minute. I want you awake for this”. He put the gas mask on and reached round and started playing with my nipples. Pulling the chain on the clamps and twisting. My cock started to harden again and the pins bit in. It was horrible. It seemed longer than 30 seconds when he took the mask off and he said. “You count out loud. If I don’t hear you I will assume it wasn’t hard enough to count and go harder”. He stepped back and I heard him pick up the flogger and he landed it right on my ass. Surprisingly it wasnt too bad. “Stick the ass out like you woz beggin me to fuck your pussy – which I will never do, but you would like”. I stuck my ass out a little and the jock tightened and the pins bit in. “you didn’t say a number so we going from 100 now a little harder”. He landed it on my ass again and I said “100” loud as I could. It was a little harder but I could tolerate it. He built up a real rhythm on my ass. Regular strokes, always on exactly the same place, all of an even pressure. I started to get into it. It was actually enjoyable. The poppers helped. There is a point in a flogging, particularly when poppered up, that the rythym becomes hypnotic. My cock started to harden which was not good but I could handle it. I stuck Erzurum Escort Bayan my ass out a bit more. “Thanks for the signal boy” he said. And completely changed. He landed it on my shoulders – very hard. “You woz enjoyin it and I want you to remember whenever you enjoyin been flogged that it can change to this any second.” Jeez it was hard. He varied where he landed it. He varied the pressure between hard and extreme. He was breathing heavily. “Building up a nice sweat inside these leather shorts, you will be licking in there soon if you do a good job here”. Any element of erection had gone. This was just so painful. I was struggling to count down – we were down to 23, 22, 21 when he swapped from my shoulders back to my ass and when 20 hit my ass I gave the loudest scream ever. It was clearly as hard as he could. “Didn’t hear anything, you getting that one again”. I yelled 20 really loudly and counted down. He wasn’t being rythmic now. There would 2 or 3 in quick succession then a long wait when I couldn’t be sure what was happening and then out of nowhere a vicious swish onto my ass. No poppers rush now. No hypnotic feeling. Just pain and terror He got down to 4 and without warning moved to my shoulders and did 3 as hard as ever on my shoulders. I was crying and sobbing and begging him to stop. But he had finished. It was finally over. Except of course it wasn’t. “Now for the belt buckle beating. I love this. You want some poppers?” I said I did and he simply said “I know”. I assumed he was getting the mask when the first slash came on my ass. I yelled and he very calmly said “10”. I have never been in so much pain in my life. It was simply awful. “No poppers for you. You gonna feel dis pain for real. This is gonna cut you and I still not gonna stop” He beat my ass with the buckle end of his belt. At number 6 he said “Yes, its cut, I got blood, now to open the cut a bit”. 4 more times. I was crying, I was sobbing, I was shaking with the pain. When he had finished he undid my hands. I put my hands on my arse and they were red and bloody. “Oh yes, it cut you nice fag boy. I think at least one cut will scar up so people in future will see. And if you piss me off in future I will belt you til it reopens. You gonna feel that scar and remember the time you lied to Musa Anyway at least your dick isnt getting pinned anymore. My guess is its shrivelled to nothing. Get in the bathroom and clean yourself up. And dont touch the collar or the clamps. You can take the jock off if you want but when you call me to say you ready it needs to be back on”. I cleaned myself up, rubbed a bit of antiseptic cream in on my cut arse. I examined my dick. It was a mass of red spots and right on the top one of the pins has drawn a small amount of blood. It looked a mess and felt quite sore. I started to put the jock back on. Then I had an idea. I took a handful of tissues from the box and put them around my cock and balls. This would protect them from the sharpness of the pins. I made sure it wasn’t obvious what I had done and went out. “Show me your ass now”. I turned and showed him. “Perfect. You cut deep but you fuck with me and I can go deeper still. Let me see the collar. You didn’t loosen it?” I promised I had not. “Let me check your nipples” he pulled on the chain. I yelped like a dog – the pain was so sharp. “Let’s check your dick”. I assured him that it was completely fine but he insisted on looking. He leaned forward and pulled the jock away. He saw the tissues immediately. “You cheating fucker, you thought you could trick me, you thought I was a stupid nigga and wouldn’t find out. This is why I am so pissed. You think you are better than me and you are not. You are nothing but a pathetic, losing, fag boy. Right now you got a bit of money but over time that will change cos it is coming to me. Each week you going to gladly send me money. Fuck man. I dont know how to punish you enough for this. This is treating my like I am stupid again and I was already punishing you for that. Get that fucking toilet roll or whatever it is out of there now. Every bit.” I got it all out and he said “I gonna make you regret this for a long time batty boy.” “Hand me the paper and hold the jock out at the front so I can see your pathetic dick”. I did and he looked “such a tiny dick, with a few little holes, but nothing serious. How about this?”. He produced a cigarette lighter and lit the tissue. He turned it so it was properly on fire and dropped the flaming tissues into the front of the jock right on my dick. It started to flame up around my dick and hair. I released the jock and it sprung back pushing the pins in. Then I patted the front hard as I could to put the flames out. Of course the more I patted it, the more the pins went into my dick and balls. Eventually I stopped as the flames were out and the burning stopped. I was litterally sobbing and shaking. But Musa was cold calm. “Take the ashes out but try not to touch your dick.” He disappeared into the kitchen and I heard cupboard doors opening and closing and water running. He came back with a glass of warm water. “Wash your dick and balls with this”. I started to go into the bathroom. “Do it here, I dont care if it fucks up your carpet dis not my place”. I washed the black ash off my dick and the pain was unbelievable. “Salt water – will stop any infection” he said, laughing. It was stinging and when I looked down there were now several points where it was bleeding, my pubes had been burned on one side and there was a nasty red patch that looked like it was blistering up on my belly. “You will learn eventually that I can read you like a book. I knew you would try and cheat on the dildo task. I knew you would not wait in the bathroom. I knew you would try and escape out of the place. And I knew first chance you got you would try and pad out those pins. Just accept I am not some stupid young black kid like you think and that I am like a psycho doctor who knows you and what you are really like” I just looked down and nodded. It was true. It was like he had predicted and prepared for every move. He put his hand on the jock, down by my balls and said “I promised you could lick my ass and you can. How much money we up to?” I said “you added £150”. “I did. And its nearly 10 oclock, you been at this for nearly three hours – that is expensive. Lets say £600 plus the £150 – so £750”. This was a lot. I would have paid him over £1500 in just 3 weeks. What was more this wasn’t fun anymore, it wasn’t enjoyable but I wasn’t sure how to get off the moving train. “You do as I say without trying to be clever and you will enjoy it again, though always with the fear of today, and you will work out how to get me the money. You just got to work out how – maybe its getting a smaller car, or working extra hours, or not having any holidays, or not going out. I don’t care. Its coming to me one way or another and the best part is you are handing it to me. Anyway ass licking soon so get in the bathroom I got a task for you. We went into the bathroom and he zipped the shorts all the way round. His cock and balls fell out the front his ass was sticking, pert and sexy, out the back. He sat down on the toilet and said “blow dis cock like you been trained to do – and dont you dare puke on me”. I knelt down in front of him and moved towards his dick. He stroked it a few times and it sprung up black, shiny and hard. I went down on him. “All the way motherfucka, I want you to be able to lick my sweaty balls”. I went down properly and held it there for as long as i could. I started to gag a little and pulled off. Escort Erzurum “Not bad. Don’t come off at the first sign of trouble, you meant to control yourself”. I went down and this time he pushed on the back of my head and I coughed a little. He hooked his finger inside the collar and pulled me down further “Keep going”. I coughed again and he hooked his finger in the back of the collar and yanked me up. Jeez the pain was incredible – the pins in my neck really hurt. “Stop coughing and choking I worried you gonna puke on me. Do it in silence motherfucka. Again”. And he pushed me on him. Somehow the angle was just right and he slid in very easily. I was all the way in when the dirty bastard farted. The smell was gross and then he said “dont you move an inch” and dropped a massive turd into the bowl. He eased me off his cock a little and said “sniff that”. It was just dirty and not my thing at all. “Back on and this time you can work it up and down”. I preferred that but I was conscious that he was taking a shit. Some people were into this but not me. I heard him crap some more. I didn’t go hard at all – it was the first time I ever blew someone without getting hard. I was quite glad i wasnt hard given those pins would make everything so much worse. “OK I finished. You can lick me clean now”. I decided that this was where we crossed the line. I had to stand up to him a little – but politely. “Please don’t make me do that. I have taken all you have dished out today and done the best I could but I fear I would throw up on your arse” He looked down at me kneeling before him. And he said “give me one reason why I should wipe my arse on anything but your tongue”. I didn’t know what to say. “I would lick it better if it was clean”. He laughed “trust me you would lick it perfectly if there was a turd hanging out of it, if that was what I wanted you to do. Try again” “Err I don’t know. I would be ill. I would throw up. I would….”. “Let me give you a hint shit licker” and he rubbed his thumb and forefiner together the sign for money. “I could pay you not to make me do it” “You could but thats boring. Let me help. Who does this toilet paper belong to?” I was about to say it was mine when I realised that was not the right answer “its yours sir”. “Sir, thats a new one. Master is better but I notice you have never said that. But you are right it is mine. I could sell you sheets at £50 each and you could give them to me to wipe my arse. But you get one chance at saying how many sheets” I thought for a bit and eventually bought three sheets of paper. He tore one off. Wiped his arse on it and showed me a very dirty sheet. I moved back slightly. “Trust me if I wanted you to eat it you would be – but you not getting anything nasty from me when you paying this much extra”. The second sheet was not much better and the third sheet stll had a large skid mark down it. “Not too bad but you gonna be tasting some nice nigga shit at least at first. Lets get you in the bedroom and we can have some fun.” He zipped up the leather shorts and pushed me into the bedroom He produced a foldable rimming seat from his bag, set it up and put it on the floor. “Get your dick out of the zip front of the jock.” I did. It was red and sore and the tip had some dried blood on it. “Don’t worry it will still work – I will prove it. We need to take those nipple clamps off, they been on over two hours and they are pretty bad ones. The pain the moment they come off will be incredible. Unless you want your neighbours calling the police you need to be quiet. Now lets get you properly poppered up.” He put frest poppers in the fliter on the gas mask and put the mask on my face. The hit was incredible and within three or four breaths I was entering that wonderful head space you get from the perfect hit. “So you gonna unzip my pants at the back. You gonna lick my arse and you gonna wank off. When you are close to coming you tell me and you do exactly as I say. If you dont follow exactly then I will stamp on your balls with that jock on until your balls are a pulp and the doctors will tell you that you will never cum again. You know I will do it. Now take the mask off and get in position under the seat”. “Yes master ” I said. “That’s right. I am your master. I not into name games but you call me master whenever you like. It shows respect which is what today’s session is about. Master Musa…. Your cash master” He sat down on the seat and said “Unzip me” and I realised he had put both zippers round by his arse so I got the wonderful sensation of zipping it down and seeing his dark brown arse, and his hole. I looked at his arse and pulled it apart a little. “Clean it like toilet paper first” It was still dirty but I didn’t care. My head was swimming with the poppers and I was licking his crack. “You enjoying licking nigga shit? “Yes master.” You gonna pay me for cleaning my dirty ass crack?” “Yes master” “I know you really want my hole so now go in – you can wank but tell me when you feel yourself coming”. I stuck my tongue in the hole. I started to jack off and he played gently with the nipple clamps. A couple of times he pulled his arse cheeks further apart so I could get right in. After about 5 minutes I felt myself close to cumming. “Cumming any moment sir”. “Hands off your dick now” he shouted pulling my hands away. He then leaned forward slightly and I got my tongue up even more. My cock twitched and he grabbed my balls through the jock and squeezed like mad. The pain was excrutiating – the pins were going right in my balls. With his other hand he yanked the chain on the nipple clamps so hard that they flew off. I dug my face into his arse so as not to scream and realised that I was cumming. After all the had happened it was crap. I wasn’t tossing it out to get a sensation. There was no real orgasm, No nice sensation. Nothing enjoyable at all. Just pain in my bals and my nipples. “And a ruined orgasm for all the trouble you caused. Take the jock off I want to see what damage I did”. I dropped the jock and looked down. There were drops of cum on the tip of my cock but it was pink where it had mixed with the blood. It was covered in tiny bruises and cuts. There was a nasty blister on my belly. My ball sac was bright red and there were a few places where there was tiny droplets of blood from the pins”. I saw there were streaks of blood on the carpet too, which I assume were from where he had whipped my arse. I was a mess. “Get me the money cash cunt” he said. “£900 this week – am doing well”. I got my phone and moved the money to him. My account had £34 left and the rent was due in 4 days. “Final task for you fagboy get in the bathroom”. I went in. “Two minutes” he said pointing to the black dildo still stuck to the wall. I hesitated and he kicked me in the stomach. “Now”. I got in position and eased onto it. I got my throat to open and got my nose on the tiles. He stepped up behind me and simply held my head in position. I started to cough after about 45 seconds. I started to retch at a minute and then I threw up. The puke showered from my mouth all over the mirror, all over the floor, and it just kept coming. He held me in place and I couldn’t move. I thought I was going to choke to death when he said “5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and grabbing the back of the collar he hauled me off the dildo. The pins stuck in my neck. I could feel a trickle of blood – or maybe it was puke, or throat slime or. “Same time next week fag boy”. He kicked me again, right in the balls. I yelled out loud, and he simply said “my guess is you won’t mess with dis nigger ever again” Musa is surely going to give it out even more. This is only the beginning. If you enjoyed this story then tell me at ail You can even give me ideas for future scenes. But more importantly for this to be published Nifty has to keep going. You can make a donation to Nifty at fty/

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Subject: Ryan’s New Life 13 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how fty/donate.html This story is completely fictional. I hope you are enjoying this story. Please send any comments ail and I will reply as soon as I can. Bill RYAN’S NEW LIFE Chapter 13 It was eight days after Adrian had visited the restaurant before Ryan received an email from him. “Dear Ryan, I hope all is well with you and that we can meet for a chat soon. I’m free this weekend if you can get away from the hotel for a little while. I was looking at the hotel website a short time ago and was pleased to see a photo of you in your waiter’s uniform. You look delightful so I had to save that photo to my computer. 🙂 Then I saw details of the pool-parties for hotel guests. To my surprise there was an even sexier photo of you. Love those tiny shorts! I have, of course, saved that photo too. It’s a pity that non-residents can’t attend those parties. I’d love to see you dressed like that in front of me!!! Warm regards from your Australian friend, Adrian” Ryan smiled when he read the email. “It sounds like Adrian was excited to see me almost naked,” he said to himself. He then replied saying that he was free on Saturday afternoon and that he would be in touch again soon. *** Ryan phoned Adrian on Friday afternoon and suggested meeting at a coffee shop near the Lotus Supermarket. Adrian knew which one Ryan meant and they agreed to meet at 2pm. Having decided against wearing something too sexy, Ryan turned up wearing a white polo-shirt and dark blue, mid-thigh length shorts. He was pleased to see Adrian smiling and waving at him. “You’re looking great, Ryan,” said Adrian. “What would you like to drink?” “A cup of Milo, please,” replied Ryan. He saw that Adrian already had a cup of coffee. Adrian ordered the Milo and then asked Ryan if he’d had a busy lunchtime session in the restaurant. “It was busy today but I like being busy,” Ryan said. Asked if he enjoyed being a waiter, Ryan said, “Yes, but I’m not only a waiter. I work on the reception desk sometimes. I was there when I phoned you yesterday.” “It’s good to have variety,” said Adrian. Ryan’s hot drink arrived and he took a sip. “Do you enjoy teaching English?” “Yes. It can be hard work, even frustrating at times, but I get a lot of satisfaction from seeing pupils learn and gain confidence,” Adrian replied. “Why Thailand and not Australia?” Ryan asked. “I have taught in Australia but outside of the big cities, gay teachers really have to keep their sexuality a secret,” answered Adrian. “I don’t have that problem here. Plus�” He leaned closer and lowered his voice. “I really like smooth young Asian men.” “Like me?” Ryan grinned. Adrian nodded. “Yes. I do find you very attractive. However I know you have a boyfriend and I’d never try to come between you. Why are you not with him this afternoon?” “He likes to do the weekly accounts on Saturday afternoons,” replied Ryan. He paused and then added, “It’s nice to know that you like me. I used to think men wouldn’t find me attractive but I seem to be quite popular here.” “I’m sure men in your hometown found you attractive too,” said Adrian. “They were probably just too scared to say something to you. I know that gay sex is against the law in Malaysia so men have to be very careful in making contact. I guess that most gay men meet online. Did you ever think of trying an internet dating site?” Ryan smiled. “Yes. That is how I met my daddy. I mean my partner.” “He’s a lucky man,” Adrian said. “Now tell me about those pool-parties.” “There has only been one so far and it was my idea,” Ryan began. “It was for someone celebrating his birthday and they wanted a big crowd. The party proved to be very popular so we have decided to make it a monthly event. It’s held next to the swimming pool obviously so guys can wear as little as they like. There is dancing as well as swimming and people can make new friends.” Adrian nodded. “According to the website, you are the host for the parties.” “Yeah. I wasn’t keen on the idea at first but it’s just a matter of welcoming the guests and trying to ensure everything is running smoothly, organising the buffet and so on,” said Ryan. “And looking cute,” smiled Adrian. “It’s still quite a big responsibility for a young, fairly new employee. Your boss must think highly of you. What do your folks back at home think of you working in a gay hotel?” Ryan laughed. “There’s only my aunt and she doesn’t know it’s a gay hotel. She’d die of embarrassment if she found out.” The pair chatted easily for almost two hours and then Ryan said that he needed to leave. “I’m working in the restaurant this evening,” he explained. “I must come to the hotel for a meal again soon,” said Adrian. “Perhaps I can show you my home here next time we meet.” “That would be nice.” Ryan shook Adrian’s hand and then left with a smile on his face. *** “Almost all of the hotel guests have bought tickets for this week’s pool-party. It will be a bigger crowd than last time,” Neil told Ryan. “Have you decided whether to wear the mankini or not?” “I think I will,” replied Ryan. “You want me to, don’t you?” “Yes, unless you can think of something sexier,” smiled Neil. “No. I hope you’re going to wear your leather outfit again,” said Ryan. “I will,” Neil confirmed. “That reminds me. I bought a couple of toys in Bangkok for our master-slave sessions. Fancy one tonight?” Ryan grinned. “Yes, please. Master! What kind of toys did you buy?” “You will find out after I have tied you to the bed and you’re unable to stop me doing nasty things to your body.” Neil gave what he thought was an evil smile but it made Ryan laugh. “I can’t wait!” said Ryan. “I’m going to be stiff all evening in the restaurant.” “I’m sure the customers will enjoy seeing you in that state.” Neil tried to keep a straight face. Ryan laughed but he had to adjust his growing erection. *** Ryan was fully erect when he stripped out of his waiter’s uniform and went for a shower. He was excited about what lay ahead and he wanted to be ready when Neil arrived. In the shower, he noticed that some fine pubic hair had re-grown and took the opportunity to shave it off. He knew his daddy liked to see him smooth all over. Ryan was lying naked on the top of the bed with his hands behind his head when Neil arrived. “What a beautiful sight Erzincan Escort to come home to,” smiled Neil. “Welcome home, Daddy,” Ryan said as he sat up. “Are we playing master and slave tonight?” “Yes. Help me undress, slave,” replied Neil. Ryan jumped out of bed and tried not to smile as he rushed to strip Neil. “Should I shower now or later?” Neil asked. “Later, Master,” replied Ryan. “I like the way you smell.” “Fetch my leather outfit from the bottom drawer of the wardrobe, boy,” Neil ordered. Ryan did as he was told and licked his lips looking at Neil’s semi-hard dick when he helped into the leather shorts. Neil fitted his body harness and then took the handcuffs and pieces of soft rope from the top drawer of his bedside cabinet. Without needing to be told, Ryan stretched out on the bed and then watched as his wrists and ankles were fastened to the corners of the bed. His cock was rock-hard when Neil stood up to survey has bondage work. “Looking good, boy,” said Neil. “You would fetch a good price if I sold you.” “Please don’t sell me, Master,” Ryan begged. “I will try to serve you better.” Neil shook his head but said nothing. Ryan watched as his daddy took a small bag from his bedside cabinet and guessed correctly that it contained the toys that Neil had bought in Bangkok. “We’ll start with this,” Neil said as he took what turned out to be a silicon cockring from the bag. “I want to see this little cock hard at all times,” he said as he fitted it around the base of Ryan’s cock and balls. He had bought the smallest size and was pleased to see it was a tight fit but not too uncomfortable. “Thank you for the present, Master,” said Ryan. “My little cock feels harder than ever before.” “Tonight you will learn than pain and pleasure are closely linked,” Neil said. He then took a pair of spring-loaded, stainless-steel tit-clamps from his bag and showed them to Ryan. “These will be attached to your boy-tits.” Ryan gritted his teeth, fearing that the metal clamps might hurt more than the clothespins Neil had used before. He was relieved to find that they were no worse. Another stainless-steel item was brought out of the bag. “This is a pinwheel,” explained Neil. “See those spikes around the wheel? They will press into your skin as I run it over your body.” Ryan’s eyes opened wide. “Don’t worry. You will feel a painful sensation as if you’re about to be pricked but the spikes won’t pierce your skin,” said Neil. He ran the pinwheel over Ryan’s left thigh. Ryan winced but soon accepted that the pinwheel irritated rather than hurt. He moaned when Neil ran the device over his nipples a few times and then looked worried as Neil ran it down towards his cock. Neil applied less pressure when he ran the pinwheel over Ryan’s balls and up and down his cockshaft but that didn’t stop the teenager whimpering. “That hurts, Daddy,” he said. “Only a little. Your cock is still rock-hard,” responded Neil. He knew that Ryan was enjoying the bondage and that his little cock was hard despite the pain. However he tossed the pinwheel aside moments later and took the boy-cock into his mouth. He twirled his tongue around the cock and sucked it, bringing moans of pleasure from Ryan. “You like that, don’t you?” Neil said when he straightened up and gave the cock a few wanks. “Yes, Daddy�I mean, Master,” replied Ryan. Neil went back to his bag. “I have one more toy to try,” he said as he pulled out a cockwhip. He brought it close enough for Ryan to see clearly. “It has multiple strands of soft leather so it won’t mark your skin when I use it. It will sting a little when I whip you but that’s all.” Ryan gulped. Neil hadn’t said which parts of his body he was going to hit with the little whip but he had called it a cockwhip. He wasn’t looking forward to having his cock hit. Neil didn’t want to scare Ryan or hurt him much so he flicked the cockwhip quite gently when he aimed for the boy’s right and then left nipples. Ryan let out almost inaudible yelps but he felt more surprise than pain when the whip landed. “It’s mainly designed for hitting stiff cocks,” Neil explained before going on to flick at Ryan’s cock. Ryan made a noise which was like a cross between a moan and a laugh each time his cock was hit. His cock lost none of its stiffness. Neil put the cockwhip down. “I’d never really hurt this little beauty,” he said before sucking the cock once more. “I need you to turn over now,” Neil said when he unfastened the ropes around Ryan’s ankles. Ryan turned onto his stomach with his hands still handcuffed to the headboard. Neil caressed Ryan’s bum and then picked up the cockwhip. “I’m going to turn this gorgeous ass pink before I fuck it,” he stated. He then began to use the whip harder than before. Ryan made some whimpering noises because the leather strands stung his arsecheeks. However he had received much worse punishments at school. After six lashes, Neil dropped the cockwhip and planted kisses all over Ryan’s arse. “Love this ass,” he whispered to himself. “I’m going to remove the handcuffs now,” Neil said moments later. “I want you on your hands and knees while I fuck you.” “Yes, Master,” replied Ryan. He rubbed his wrists when the cuffs were taken off and then got into the required position. He could see Neil taking his leather shorts off out of the corner of his eye. Next Ryan felt one of Neil’s hands on top of his bum while the other rubbed lubricating jelly over and into his hole. All thoughts of the `punishment” were forgotten as he looked forward to having Neil’s cock inside him. He moaned softly as a finger pushed its way into his hole and then began to finger-fuck him. A short time later he was being fucked by two fingers and pre-cum was dribbling from the end of his cock. “I think you’re ready,” Neil said. He paused to grease up his own cock and then knelt behind Ryan. Ryan pushed back when he felt the pressure from the thick cockhead and then gasped loudly when it burst through his sphincter. Neil paused to ensure that Ryan was okay and then pushed deeper. Soon he was balls-deep in Ryan’s tight hole. He bent down to kiss the back of Ryan’s neck and then he began to fuck him slowly. Neil’s thrusts gradually became faster and more forceful. Ryan sighed with pleasure and said, “I love this, Daddy.” The master-slave scene was forgotten. “I love it too, son. You’re the best fuck ever,” responded Neil. “I don’t want to cum too Erzincan Escort Bayan soon though,” he added as he slowed down. He reached under Ryan and took hold of the throbbing cock. “You’re leaking a lot,” he said, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking the clear juice from them.” “That’s because you really turn me on, Daddy,” said Ryan. “I’m going to cum soon.” Neil smiled and began to increase the speed of his thrusts. He wanted to give Ryan another hands-free cum. Soon he was pounding hard and fast. The sound of his body hitting Ryan’s arse cheeks and little whimpers from Ryan filled the room. “Oh, Daddy! Oh�oh�I’m cumming!” Ryan cried. Neil moved quickly to get his hand in front of the boy’s cock and catch the cum. He thought it was wrong to waste boy-cream. Ryan gasped and fired five or six blobs of white cum into Neil’s hand. Ryan sighed and Neil knew that he had finished. Neil brought his hand up to Ryan’s mouth and let him eat his own cum. “Eat it all up. It’s good protein.” Ryan licked up every drop of cum and thanked his daddy. Neil then held onto Ryan’s hips and pounded into the tight hole once again. This time he didn’t stop until he spunked off. He groaned as he sent a big load of hot man-cum deep inside his boy. Pulling out, Neil collapsed beside Ryan. “That was awesome.” “Yes, it was great, Daddy,” said Ryan. “Now I need to suck your cock.” He moved quickly to lick any cum from the big, semi-hard cock and then took it into his mouth to suck it clean. “You’re a good boy. Let me remove those tit-clamps and the cockring,” said Neil. Ryan howled when the clamps were taken off. The pain when the blood flowed back into his nipples was worse than when they had been off. Neil `kissed the nipples better’ and then removed the cockring. Ryan said lay down beside Neil so that their faces were close together. They smiled at each other but no words were spoken for a few minutes. Then Ryan asked, “Do I please you, Daddy?” “Why do you ask? I thought it was obvious,” said Neil. “I love being with you and the sex is amazing.” Ryan smiled. “I like hearing that. I love being with you and I’ll do anything to make you happy.” “I’m happy whenever I see your face,” smiled Neil. He sat up. “Now follow me. I’m going to soak your pretty face.” Ryan followed Neil into the bathroom. He knew what Neil wanted and he knelt down in the shower without having to be told. He smiled up at Neil and said, “Piss on my face, Daddy.” Neil took hold of his cock and pointed it at Ryan. The first few drops of pale yellow liquid fell onto the shower floor and then the flow began. Ryan closed his eyes and moved his head from side to side and up and down so that every part of his face received some of the warm liquid. Then he opened his mouth and looked up at Neil, nodding to confirm that he was ready to take some of the piss into his mouth. Neil directed the stream accordingly. Ryan let his mouth fill up until the piss was running down his chin. Then he began to swallow. Drinking the waste fluid while looking into Neil’s eyes was his way of showing that he was willing to submit completely for his master’s pleasure. Neil finished pissing and pulled Ryan to his feet. He hugged the boy and then kissed him passionately, tasting his own piss in the process. “Thank you, my darling. You’re the best boy a man could have,” he told Ryan when they pulled apart. Ryan smiled. “Thank you, Daddy. I always try to make you happy.” “You are a sweetheart.” Neil kissed Ryan again and then turned on the shower. Ryan squealed as he caught some cold water before it heated up. Then he laughed and the pair hugged again before they cleaned up. Ryan drifted off to sleep in Neil’s arms, thinking that meeting the man was the best thing that had ever happened to him. *** Ryan didn’t pay any attention to the man who was lying on the sun lounger near him when he removed his shorts and looked around the pool. The man had been engrossed in a book and didn’t look up when Ryan walked by. Ryan was more interested in the more mature men who were looking at him. He smiled and nodded to a few before diving into the water. After swimming for about ten minutes, Ryan climbed out of the water and lay face down on his lounger to sunbathe. A few minutes later he heard a voice say, “Wow!” Turning his head, Ryan saw the man next to him sitting up and apparently gazing at his bum. Ryan couldn’t see the man’s eyes because he was wearing dark sunglasses but he reckoned that the man was no more than thirty. He had a smooth, well-defined body but his lower legs were quite hairy. He was wearing baggy, black swim-shorts and Ryan couldn’t see a bulge. He lifted his head and asked, “Did you say something to me?” The man looked directly at Ryan and said, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you.” Ryan sat up and said, “It’s okay. I haven’t seen you around. Have you just arrived?” “I arrived yesterday evening. My name is Nigel and I’m from Malaysia.” He took off and sunglasses as he spoke. “I’m from Malaysia too but I work here,” smiled Ryan. “My name is Ryan.” He noticed that Nigel was Chinese and not a white man as he’d previously assumed. “I’ve seen you in pictures on the hotel’s website,” said Nigel. “You’re the pool-party host. Right?” Ryan nodded. “That’s correct. Are you coming to the party tomorrow night?” “Definitely!” It’s the reason I chose this hotel,” replied Nigel. “I thought you looked cute and I was hoping I might get to meet you.” Ryan laughed. “Thanks. I greet all the guests and I’m around all evening.” “Do you normally wear something as sexy as the tiny shorts you wore in that photo on the website?” Nigel asked. “Pool-parties only started recently and we had a prize for the guest in the sexiest outfit. I felt obliged to wear something sexy too,” Ryan explained. “I hope you will be wearing something sexy tomorrow night,” said Nigel. “I will,” smiled Ryan. “Great!” Nigel grinned. “I hope you don’t mind me saying this but you have a fabulous arse. I could rim you for hours.” Ryan smiled. “That might be fun but my boyfriend wouldn’t approve.” “Damn it!” Nigel cursed and then grinned. “It’s okay. I knew someone as cute as you wouldn’t be single and available. I can enjoy looking at you though�assuming you don’t mind me looking.” “No, I don’t mind you looking. You can even take photos,” smiled Ryan. “Anyway a handsome man like you will soon find a boyfriend.” “You Escort Erzincan think I’m handsome?” Nigel asked. Ryan laughed. “You know you are.” Nigel smiled and lifted his phone. “Is it okay if I take a few photos of you now?” “Sure,” replied Ryan. Nigel took a couple of photos of Ryan lying face down on the lounger. “Maybe you could stand up and pose for a few more?” he asked hopefully. Ryan laughed. “Yes, okay.” He stood up and faced Nigel with his hands on his hips. He could feel his cock begin to stiffen, knowing that Nigel would probably wank off looking at the photos later, and turned around to let him get a rear view shot. He looked over his shoulder, smiled and asked, “Is this okay?” “It would be better if you were naked but yeah,” smiled Nigel. Ryan laughed and turned to move back onto the lounger. “Wait just a second,” said Nigel. He snapped a photo of the teenager with a very obvious boner showing in his tiny swimsuit. “Thanks. These will be a lovely souvenir.” Ryan lay down on his lounger. “I hope you will have more happy memories from your stay here, not from just meeting me,” he said. “I don’t know. You’re definitely the cutest guy I’ve seen so far,” said Nigel. “Most of the other guests are quite old.” “If you’re really desperate, you could always visit the young masseur,” responded Ryan. “He’s a cute young Thai and he’ll give you a `happy ending’ in exchange for a tip. Nigel laughed. “I will bear that in mind.” He picked up his book again but Ryan noticed him looking towards him a few times. “I will be working in the restaurant this evening,” Ryan told Nigel as he was about to leave. “Maybe I will see you in there later.” “Yes, I might have dinner there,” said Nigel. “Bye.” Nigel did eat in the restaurant that evening but Veera served him. He smiled and nodded to Ryan but they didn’t chat. Ryan was happy having another fan among the guests. *** Ryan wasn’t nervous about hosting the second pool-party but he wanted it to do well. Neil had hired another barman to assist Prem so that he would be able to spend more time with Ryan. Neil wore his leather outfit and Ryan wore a short-sleeved, mid-thigh length bathrobe when they walked together to swimming pool. They had a short chat with the band who were in the process of setting up and checked the buffet. “Everything seems to be in order,” said Ryan. “Yes, and we have some early arrivals,” said Neil. “I guess we can let them in.” The area for the party had been roped off and they went together to the temporary entrance. The guests were welcomed, tickets checked and allowed in. Ryan knew the names of many of those attending and he was pleased to see Nigel, who wore bright red speedos, among them. “I think everyone is here,” Neil said at 9.20pm. “You can make the official welcome now.” Ryan was still wearing the bathrobe when he took the microphone and stepped forward. “Gentlemen. Welcome to our pool-party!” Cheers followed and Ryan continued. “It’s nice to see so many handsome men here tonight. I love the fact that lots of you are wearing sexy costumes.” A man shouted, “You should be wearing something sexier than a bathrobe!” Another called out, “Yes. You were wearing miniscule shorts in the photo on the website.” Ryan smiled. “Do you want to see what I’m wearing underneath the bathrobe?” The crowd roared out a resounding “Yes!” Ryan put the microphone down, removed the bathrobe and stepped forward to let everyone see him in the mankini. Whoops of delight and cheers followed and Ryan happily turned around a few times to let the crowd see him from all angles. Neil smiled and winked at Ryan. Ryan picked up the microphone. He could feel his little cock stiffening as he said, “It seems that you approve of my outfit.” That resulted in more cheers and cries of `yes’. After waiting for the noise to die down, Ryan said, “The band is ready to begin playing for us. I want to see you all dance and have fun! Feel free to swim too if you need to cool down.” There was applause and more cheers when Neil went up to Ryan, kissed and then hugged him. Most of the men also saw Neil’s hands moving down to grasp the teenager’s uncovered buttocks. Ryan’s cock became rock-hard at receiving this public display of affection. When the kiss ended, Ryan said, “Everyone knows that you are my lover now. I’m proud to have you as my daddy.” “I’m very proud to have you as my boy.” Neil smiled and kissed Ryan again before saying, “Come dance with me.” “I’ve never danced with anyone before,” Ryan said as he followed Neil to the area set out for dancing. “I’m sure you have danced to music on your own though,” responded Neil. “Just relax and enjoy yourself.” Ryan felt a bit self-conscious at first but soon lots of others were dancing too and he enjoyed himself. After two dances, he and Neil left to mingle with the guests. Ryan was on his own when he saw Nigel again. “I like those speedos. So much better than the baggy black shorts you wore yesterday,” he said as he approached. “I’m glad you like them,” smiled Nigel. “You don’t think they’re too revealing?” Ryan looked down at the speedos and couldn’t miss the rather substantial bulge. He smiled and said, “Not at all. I like what I see.” “I love that thing you’re wearing,” said Nigel. “Is it okay to take a photo?” “Yes, of course,” replied Ryan. Nigel snapped several photos, most of which focused on Ryan’s rear. “I thought you just wanted to take one photo,” Ryan said with a smile. Nigel laughed. “One photo of that arse is never enough. Are you allowed to dance with the guests?” Ryan and Neil hadn’t discussed the possibility of dancing with others but Ryan didn’t think his daddy would approve. “No, sorry,” he replied. “Pity but maybe it’s just as well. I would struggle to keep my hands off you,” smiled Nigel. Ryan laughed. “You are a naughty man. Find someone else to dance with.” “There’s nobody else as cute as you,” responded Nigel. Ryan smiled and moved on to chat with other guests. Many of the guests seemed reluctant to leave but, with the band gone and the bar closed, they eventually drifted back to their rooms. “It was another very successful evening,” Neil said as he and Ryan surveyed the scene at 1.30am. “Did you have fun?” “Yes, I enjoyed it,” replied Ryan. “I still can’t get used to being among so many men when I’m virtually naked but it’s nice to get lots of compliments.” Neil pulled Ryan closer and used both hands to squeeze his arse cheeks. “I noticed you getting an erection a few times. I bet you’d be happy to walk around fully naked at these parties.” Ryan laughed. “No. I’d never go that far!” “Come on. Let’s go upstairs. I want to make love to you,” said Neil. “I like that idea!” Ryan smiled. To be continued

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