Fantasy Fulfilled

Brunette

I’ll start of by introducing us. My name is Jonathon, though most people call me John or Johnny and I have been with my beautiful girlfriend for a little over 2 years. My girlfriend is the sweetest, most intelligent, independent, just perfect young lady ive ever had the opportunity to be with and i love her very much. Her name is Jayla, but everyone including myself calls her Jay. I also have a goofy yet intelligent dog, he’s a german shepherd named Mako. He has great markings and he’s huge about 95lbs, he’s a perfect example of their breed.

We didn’t have sex until about 5 months into our relationship, not that we didnt want to, just that we had both been burned before early on and wanted to make sure the other was going to stick around. However, when we finally did, WOW it was amazing (for both of us i might add). Im white, about 6’3″, thin, to an atheletic degree, fairly handsome as i am told by the ladies and real world well endowed. Most stories are always like “oh and i have 10 inch peniss” no. I have a respectable, slightly over 7 inch dick with good girth and no one has complained a bit.

Now Jay on the otherhand, goodness. No man deserves such a girl. She is 7 years younger than myself being 21, and she is rockin. She’s half African American half Brazilian, about 5’10”, slender, athletic as she was on track in HS, a bit small in the chest (a large b), with a tight round bubble butt. Her smallish breasts were of no concern to me as I think they fit her very well due to her model like frame. They are perfectly shaped with a small dark nipple standing proudly on each one. Her light brown almond shaped eyes set above her pink pouty lips make her the most beautiful to dark ratio ive ever seen. She often wears her hair in a large loosely curled fro which to me is just so cute on a pretty girl.

Anyway, enough describing our story starts when one day after having some great sex, (she loves sucking and riding and being choked Mmmm such a good gf) we were after-glow talking about things we liked and such when she asked “do you have any fantasies?” Who doesnt!? Problem is most people can never tell another their true fantasies because thats just one of those things. “Well of course.” I said stalling, trying to think of something I could say that was true. “Well, tell me then” she says laughing a bit “you know you can tell me anything and I’d do anything for you” she added smiling her pretty white teeth at me.

“Hmm, wellll I have always wanted a threesome.” I said hesitantly. Escort “Oh” she said thinking. “With another girl or another guy?” She asked. “Another girl, I could never let another man have you, i would be far too jealous.” I said laughing “but i also wouldnt want you to hurt so thats why id never really suggest being with another girl either.” I said meaning it. “Well i definitely wouldn’t like for you to have sex with another woman but you know I like girls a little bit too so maybe it wouldn’t be too bad” she said quietly grinning. “Hmm, alright well… if you ever want to do that just bring it up, ill wait on you for that. No pressure though” i said surprised at her willingness. How could i ever tell her my true fantasies, the fantasies of seeing women with dogs and horses and the like? She would really have a problem with that im sure!

In turn i asked her about her fantasies. She replied with how she would like to try anal, bondage and that she like being a little risque in public. Which of course, all was fine by me! I started thinking of ways to fulfill her fantasies. As i also thought about how to fulfill mine….

Months passed and her birthday came about, about half a year from our 2nd anniversary. I had purchased a blindfold and a spreader bar, as well as some bondage rope and a butt plug for her as a surprise and i intended to use them. (A spreader bar by the way for those who don’t know is a bar about 3 ft in length with a cuff on each side, for the ankles and 2 cuffs in the middle for the hands. Meant to hold you in doggy style position or on your back with your legs spread)

So for her 21st birthday I told her to dress sexy and took her out to a nice alcohol serving restaurant. She obliged and dressed in a thin strapped short black dress with short heels. The thin dress had little back to it and needed no bra, it was also very form fitting, showing off her tight bubble butt. When we stepped outside and i held the car door open for he, I could see her hard nipples poking through her dress, outlining her perfect perky tits, gave me a semi right there haha.

I stared at her partially exposed thighs the whole drive, enjoying the streetlights illumination of her dark smooth legs. I drove with a constant semi. Once we arrived and stepped into the resturant she turned heads, as always. Being taller than most guys with her heels and sexier than most women on any occasion I got plenty of jealous stares as did she. We had a good dinner but i was ready for Escort Bayan the action at home and i knew she was too since she informed me, to my surprise, she wasn’t wearing panties tonight. When she told me that i had a full out hard on the rest of the night!

On the ride back i rested my hand on her smooth leg as we drove. Her hands on mine. She occasionally moved my hand up juuust short of her sex, teasing me. “Ill make her pay for that tonight” i thought to myself. Once we got home and inside i pulled her to me by the neck and kissed her passionately, gliding my free hand all over. Making sure to give her tits and cute ass a firm squeeze each and running my hand up her dress to find that she was wet as could be. “Mmmm go sit on the bed and close your eyes” i said lustfully. “ok” she replied winking and smiling bright.

I gathered the spreader bar, rope and plug and went to the bedroom. Once there i commanded her to stand and she did. I grabbed her by the throat and gave her another long kiss, biting her lip as if indicating it was going to be rough tonight. I grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it up over her, stopping to stare. How beautiful, her smooth dark flesh with an insane lack of imperfections, long muscled legs accented by the black heels, her perky tits and beautiful lips leading down to a freshly shaved, soaking pussy. I could hardely contain myself.

I pushed her back on to the bed and grabbed her knees spreading them open to reveal to me her sweet wet folds, she gasped at the sudden movments. I admired her pussy for a moment before diving in kissing the smooth soft skin all around before tentatively dipping my tongue into the dark folds, splitting them to reveal the hot pink insides. I flicked and tongued and pushed my finger in until she was a lustful mess at the end of my fingertip. I stood up and flipped her over onto her belly and grabbed her hips, raising them. She rose onto her hands thinking doggy style was next, but oh no. Not tonight. I grabbed the back of her neck and firmly pushed her face into the comforter.

A weaker man would have abandoned the toys right then and plunged their cock into that beautiful sight. Id never get tired of seeing that perfect firm ass in the air, her dark folds split by a thin hot pink crevasse, the curve in her back nothing short of a pornstar. I got the bar and set it across her ankles, clasping the cuffs onto them. “Hands between your legs” i said sternly, she complied with a slight moan. So i Bayan Escort clasped her wrists and put the key on the dresser behing me. “No escape now” I thought to myself.

A big hand crashed down on onto her right ass cheek

“Ahhhh!” she yelped in surprise followed by another on the left a second later “Uhhhn” she yelped quieter and more sexually this time. Again on the right, a loud clap echoing through the house, again on the left. Each hard slap pulling a soft sharp moan/yelp from her pretty lips. I slapped until her ass was a dark shade of red. (slightly less satisfying than a pale white ass i will admit) Once i was satisfied her ass was stinging and tingling i grabbed the buttplug and went to the side of the bed, she opened her eyes and seen the small plug. Her eye brows raised in surprise i pushed it towards her lips, “lube it, unless you want it going in dry” she opened and closed her lips around it swirling her tongue making sure it was nice and slippery.

I went back behind her and pushed it against her tight virgin ass, she gasped at the pressure. I continued slowly pushing until it started to part her tight ass and slide in. Very slowly i pushed, despite her groans until it slipped in and locked into place “MmmmmMm” she moaned feeling her ass being filled for the first time. I gave no respite, as soon as it was in i steadily pushed my middle two fingers palm down into her sopping cunt down to the knuckle. She gasped and moaned as I began flicking my fingers into her g-spot with ever increasing speed. Faster than ever before she yelled “oh my god! I’m cumming! Dont stop, baby please! Ohhhh MmMmmm” she groaned and moaned and gyrated her hips while creaming onto my fingers.

I couldnt hold off any longer, i whipped my rock hard and oozing cock out of my pants and lined up. I pushed my cock steadily into her with no resistance, given the slickness of her opening and everything around it. I began pounding her immediately, grabbing onto her ass cheeks for leverage. Fuller than shed ever been in just seconds she was screaming that she was cumming again, it only inspired me to go as hard and fast as i could. He perfect ass rippling before me and her juices running down my balls, and finally seeing that little plug sitting firmly in her ass was too much. “”Fuck im cumming!” I said grunting, never decreasing the speed or force behind my pumps. “Oh fuck!” She yelled, gripping the bar until there was no more color left in her knuckles “I’m cumming so hard! Cum inside meeee!!!” I slammed in as deep as i could go and painted her hot contracting walls white with a huge cumload.

Gasping for air and sweating i looked down at her doing the same

Elegant Black Dress

Babes

I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist, and walked out of the bathroom into the dimly lit bedroom. Irina was standing in front of the full length window, her figure silhouetted against the night darkness and the glow of the city lights below. My gaze wandered up the back of her legs as she stared out the window, unaware of my presence while talking on her cell phone and sipping a glass of wine. The sight of her mid-thigh length black dress accented slender firm legs and sensuous curves, and ignited the warm swell of lust within me.

Caressing up nylon enhanced thighs with my eyes, I couldn’t resist lingering over her firm rounded ass. My mind recalling images and sensations of pleasing your anal desires, stirring my passion.Completing the vision of her, my eyes followed up the low V-cut back of her dress, savoring the tantalizing lines of her exposed back, shoulders and neck, teasing my hunger for her.

My visual tour of her body faded as I realized that we were supposed to meet her friends at a restaurant in less than an hour and I was late. I could also see that she was anxious and irritated by my delay, standing with her legs spread slightly as she impatiently swayed her hips from side to side, swirling the wine in her glass. However, I just couldn’t resist the sight of her sexy curves in that black dress, and my cock swelled under my towel as my primal urges drew me to her.

As she was talking on the phone, she didn’t notice as I approached and I felt her startled and draw in a surprised breath at the sudden feel of my hands slipping around her waist. I embraced her, pulling her against me, she relaxs as the warmth of my chest presses against her exposed back. My lips caresses her neck as I slid my hands slowly up the side of her ribs, then cup her breasts firmly and feel her lean into my touch as I hear her say, I gotta’ go, we’ll see you there.

Irina sets down her phone I kiss the nape of her neck and along the top of her shoulder, savoring the light scent of her perfume. My senses now aroused and inspired, I trace my lips over the soft smooth warmth of her shoulder and back up her neck. Kissing up her neck, I whisper deeply, Mmmm, I love how sexy you are in this dress. She giggles softly and settles back into me, then turnes her head to look into my eyes, and our lips meet in a deep passionate kiss.

My fingertips circle lightly over her nipples, causing them to harden and rise against her dress, and she presses her hands over mine, wordlessly encouraging me to squeeze her nipples between my fingers. Our tongues tease and playe between our lips, and she feels the bulge of my hard cock pressing against her ass from under my towel.

I slid one hand down to her thigh, then reach over the smooth warmth of her inner thigh and massage my hand up below her dress, seeking the heat of her passion. My fingertips tracing over the silk panties covering the warmth of her swelling pussy lips, and my palm lightly rubbing the silky material over her mound, pressing her aroused clit.

Feeling the heat of her lust building and the tingling pulse of desire for more, suddenly interrupted by the thought of being late and impatience with my delay. Irina breaks our kiss, and slips out of my embrace, then turning around towards me with a flushed smile, she protests, Stop teasing now, we’re already going to be late!

Looking into her eyes I could see the gleam of her passion aroused, and knew that her impatiences Escort was weakened by her ache of desire. She was still feeling the warm pleasure from my touch, and her smile widened as she glances down at my hard cock waiting for her under the towel.

With a mischievious grin I reach out and grasp her hands in mine, quickly pulling her closer to me, then wrapping her hands behind her back I slid my grip up firmly around her wrists. Restraining her hands against the curve of her back, I draw her against my chest and say I’m not teasing. My lips pressing firmly over hers, quieting her brief attempt to protest.

I feel her relax and push her luscious breasts and mound against me as she returns my kiss, first somewhat tentatively lingering over my lips, then more anxiously playing her tongue against mine. I release her hands from my grip, and she quickly reachs up behind my neck and run her fingers through my hair as our passionate kisses wander from our lips, exploring each others flushed cheeks and neck.

I reached down and slipping my hands under her panties to firmly massage and squeeze the warm curves of her ass, then pulling her closer against me and pressing my hard towel-covered cock up against her stomach. Lifting the hem of her dress up, I playfully pull her panties taut between her cheeks, the silky material tightening and rubbing against her moistened pussy, causing her to break our kiss with a surprised squeal and laughter.

Nuzzling down her neck, I reach around her and slid her panties down over her hips and thighs. Then caressing my hands over her hips as I feel her work her panties down her legs and step out of them.

Massaging and spreading her firm ass cheeks, I hear her gasp “OOOOHHH” as I lightly tease my fingertip over the rim of her ass. She leans into me, pressing her cheek against my bare chest, slightly bending and spreading her legs to invite my exploring fingers further between her legs. I slowly rub my fingers beyond the rim of her ass, and I hear her gasp ” OOOOHHHH Yes” again as I tease between her rim and the moistness of her pussy. I continue to slowly massage my fingers back and forth between her pussy and the rim of her ass, spreading her wetness, listening to her draw her breath in sweetly as she feels the pressure of my fingers teasing between the warm wet folds of her swollen pussy lips

She urgently presses her mound against my thigh, rubbing against her clit while she slowly gyrates and pushes her pussy against my hand, encouraging my fingers deeper into the heat of her aching hole.I feel her heat and wetness as I slide my fingers deeper into her, and begin a slow rhythmic pumping motion, slightly stirring my fingers inside her slippery pussy as I glide them in and out, feeling her squeeze her pussy around my fingers. Gradually increasing the rhythm, I feel the slippery wetness of her juices flow over my fingers and hand. Her wetness spreads over her swollen pussy lips, and I hear her breathing quicken as she moans softly “OOOHHH YES! YES! OOOOHHH!”, pressing her lips against my chest. She kisses across my chest to my nipple, circling and licking my nipple with her tongue.

Pulling the towel from my waist, she pushs her hand between our embrace and clasp the warmth of my hard shaft, and reachs her other hand behind me to massage and squeeze my ass, then lightly runs her fingernails across my ass and over my back. I shiver at the feel of her nails raking lightly over my back, and my cock twitches Escort Bayan and pulses with pleasure in her hand as she massages and strokes it. She feels the wetness of my pre-cum over her fingers, spreading it over my swollen cock, making my hardness slippery in her hand as she strokes and massages it.

She feels me ease my fingers out of her pussy, drawing in her breath sharply at the sudden loss, then feeling my wet fingertips trace between her legs, spreading her juices and wetting the rim of her ass. I slowly circle and press my finger against her rim and hear her purr, Mmmm, Mmmmm that feels sooo good! Then I feel her push her ass back against the pressure of my finger, wanting to feel it inside her.

Teasing, I slid my hand back over her pussy, massaging my fingers between her slippery lips. Soaking my fingers with her warm juices and spreading her wetness over the rim of her ass. Circling her asshole with my wet fingertip, I increase the pressure against her rim, and feel her fingernails trail across my back in response as she slids her hand down to strum over her aching clit.

Her grasp around my hard thick cock tightened and she slowed the rhythm of her stroking as she pressed her ass against the pressure of my finger. I heard her gasp softly ” OOOOHHHH!” and feel her shudder slightly as the tip of my slippery finger eases past her rim, pushing slowly into her ass. Feeling the warm pressure of my finger sliding inside her ass, she thrusts her fingers into her wet pussy, filling her desire.

With a deep moan “OMG! YES!” she presses her ass back further, relaxing and slowly easing my finger deeper into her. I slowly and gently pump my finger inside her ass, feeling the heat of her lust increasing as her shallow breathing quickens to the sensation of my motion inside her. My cock twitchs and pulses in her hand and she increases the rhythm of her stroking, spreading my pre-cum over my shaft.

I massage her breast with my other hand, squeezing her nipple through her dress, igniting tingles of pleasure. She pushs her fingers deeper into her pussy, savoring the sensation of my finger pumping in her ass as she thrusts her own fingers within her pussy. Rapidly rubbing and bumping her palm against her clit, sending hot ripples of pleasure through her, as she feels the throbbing of my hard pre-cum moistened cock gliding within her other hand.

I slid my hand from your breast and grasp a handfull of her hair to expose her shoulders and neck to my lips. Leaning down I kiss along her neck while I was slowly stroking my finger in her ass, then pressing my lips against her ear and whispering Mmm, your ass is sooo hot..I want to fuck your ass…do you want me to fuck your hot ass!?.” Ohhh. Ohhh Yes. Yes.” she moans softly, Mmmhmm, yes, let me feel it!, and squeezes her ass around my finger. Pulling her hair back, I kiss down her neck, then ease my finger out of her ass and hear her draw in her breath sharply with a pouty Ooohh!, at the sudden loss.

Sliding my hand back down over her sopping wet pussy, I interrupt her masturbation, and she responds by squeezing her pussy soaked hand around my cock. Then spreading her juices over my swollen cockhead and hard shaft as I tease herr wetness over herr puckered rim. Easing my slippery finger back into her asshole, I feel her relax and lean back into my chest, lightly groaning ” Ohhh. Ohhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Ohhh!” with pleasure as I gently stroke my finger deeper in her. Her fingers Bayan Escort return to pleasure her pussy, and I feel her thrusting her fingers deeper into her hole as I whisper deeply, I want to feel my cock in your ass! ” Ohhh. Ohhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Ohhh! OHHH! UUHHH! UUHHH! MMMMMMM! YES!” Irina screams.

I ease my finger out of her, and she spins around, arching her back and pushing her ass towards me as she spreads her legs. She looks over her shoulder into my eyes, then leans forward and bends down slightly as she braces herself with one hand against the full length window, and slids her other hand down to pull up herr dress and massage herr clit.

Looking over herr shoulder, she watchs as I pull her dress up further and grasp her hip firmly with one hand. She moans ” OHHH! OHHH! UUHHH! UUHHH!” as she feels my wet cockhead rubbing up and down the crack. Then the pressure of my wet cockhead pushing against the rim of herr ass. Feeling her lust surging, she presses her ass back against the pressure of my bulbous plum cockhead, slightly bending and spreading your legs further, my cockhead eases into her tight ass. She groans” OHHH! OHHH! UUHHH! UUHHH! OMG! OMG! OHHH! OHHH!! UUHHH! OHHH! UH-UH-UH-UUUHHHHHOOOOOOOOO” as my hardness pushs deeper into her, and I feel her relax as I lean into her, feeling my thickness filling her as I press her up against the window.

I grab her hips with both hands and slowly thrust my slippery shaft within the warm tightness of her asshole. ” OHHH! OHHH!! UUHHH! OHHH! UH-UH-UH-UUUHHHHHOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Irina groans. Looking into my eyes she pushs back towards me, coaxing the warm pressure of my cock deeper with each thrust. I eagerly push deeper into her, and watch her pull down the top of her dress to press her exposed nipples against the coolness of the window. Feeling the heat and tightness of her asshole wrapped around my hard shaft, my cock throbbing with each long deep stroke inside her ass. ” OHHH! OHHH!! UUHHH! OHHH! UH-UH-UH-UUUHHHHHOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Irina screams.

My lust surging with the sensations, I feel my orgasm building and leaning harder into her. My lips pressing against her neck as I push her up against the window and reaching up to clasp my warm hands firmly over her breasts, squeezing her nipples between my fingers. I thrust my hardness into her, and hear her gasp with each hard deep thrust as she closes her eyes and pressing her cheek against the coolness of the window. The friction of cock thrusting in and out of her ass hole develops heat that is indeed pleasurable. She feels my heavy balls WAP! WAP! WAP! slapping her wet pussy.

I feel her hand press down between her legs and she thrusts her fingers into her gushing pussy, rubbing her palm over her clit in rhythm with the thrusts of my cock. My balls ache for release as my orgasm swells within my groin, and my urgent hard deep thrustss inside herr ass becomes shorter and faster. Suddenly, a hot electric wave of pleasure shoots though me and her and I stiffen, groaning ” OH GOD!” deeply as my hips shudder against her and I push deeper into her ass, pressing her up against the window. Suddenly there is a volcanic explosion as warm cum is flowing like lava. My cock pulsing inside her, pumping out my cum, filling her with my heat as she strums her fingers over her clit.  

I collapse aganist her, breathing hard in her ear. Irina is shivering and crying as I pull my cock out. ” Oh God!!” Irina is still in the throes of her own orgasms as she feels the heat of my sperm dripping down her thighs. She groans ” OHHH! OHHH! UUHHH! UUHHH!” as her orgasms begin abating. Both of us collapse aganist the window breathing heavly.

Deadly Sex Games CH 7

Anal

After her adventure disguised as a working whore, Sally could not get the excitement of this experience out of her mind. She thought of creating her own sexual adventure by dressing like a prostitute and hanging out in dangerous areas of the city. Maybe she did not need Deathmaster to create situations where she could enjoy explosive orgasms.

The following weekend, Sally made up her mind. It was another hot, steamy summer night. She put on black nylons, a very short mini-skirt, a low cut top, and high heels, then drove to the sleezy part of town. There, she rented a room another run-down old hotel. The old hotel clerk didn’t blink an eye, although she noticed him looking her over.

Sally nervously walked out on the street and took a place along the side of a building, near a street light. She noticed that the street was almost barren, with only a few shadowy figures moving quickly about. There were cars passing, and she noticed that she was catching the eyes of many of the men in those cars. A white whore in the middle of a black part of town. Her heart raced because she sensed that she was in a truly dangerous situation.

Suddenly from around the corner came a gang of young black men. They came straight for Sally. It looked like about a dozen men, all on their late teens or early 20s. They were all dressed in colors, all of them walking cocky. They surrounded Sally.

“Well look what we got here,” one of the men said. “A white bitch on our street.”

“I mean no harm,” Sally stuttered. She was suddenly very afraid as this gang closed in on her.

The speaker, obviously the leader, suddenly produced a knife and he pressed the blade against her throat. “What you doin’ here pig-bitch?” he asked. “You tryin’ to sell a little pussy to us black boys?”

“Yes,” she said. “Please don’t hurt me”

“Well, we ain’t buyin no white pussy,” the man answered. “We just take what we want. We make slaves out of white pig-bitches. We make them suck our big black cocks and then when we are done, we take care of them, if you know what I mean,” he snarled as the steel lightly sliced across her neck.

Sally was sweating in fear now. But she realized that her pussy was getting very wet. This was the very kind of danger she craved. Except this time it was not controlled danger. She was in extreme danger now, and Deathmaster wasn’t around to turn it off if things got out of hand.

She felt hands grabbing her, and the gang quickly force marched her into a dark alley. There, they tore away her clothes and forced her on her knees in the filth of months of garbage, animal and human waste and who knew what else. There they raped her, forcing her at Escort knifepoint to lie in the filth while they took turns ramming their throbbing black cocks deep in her pussy, her rectum and her mouth. She had her first orgasm when the second black, a big slow thinking man with a very large penis, was fucking her excited pussy. The orgasms continued and grew more intense as she took them all. All the time she knew that they were probably going to slit her throat when they were finished with her and leave her body in the alley.

Sally was fucked that night by 13 different black men. When they through with her, the leader moved in with his knife, obviously prepared for the kill. As he raised the knife to her throat for the slash, a powerful voice shouted “Stop!” The would-be killer froze. Everyone looked to see a large, well-dressed black man in a black leather trench coat standing silhouetted against the light entering the alley from the street.

“Who in hell are you,” the would-be killer roared.

“It don’t matter who I am. You put the knife down and bring the woman to me,” the big man said in a demanding voice.

“Fuck you,” the killer answered. Sally felt the knife pressing harder against her neck and prepared to die. Her nipples were hard as stones. Her exploited pussy swollen; pulsating. Her clit was erect like a tiny penis. This was the way she expected to go out, still in orgasm. The ejaculate from all 13 men running from her rectum and pussy.

Suddenly the air resounded from the sound of gunfire. Bullets flew around Sally’s head. The man with the knife was the first to die. Other members of the gang fell while others tried to run but dropped in their tracks. When it was over, Sally was lying naked, but still alive in the midst of the blood and bodies of the dead. Some of the youths still had their pants down, their cocks semi-erect as they died.

“Get up and come here,” the big man ordered. Sally climbed to her feet and walked cautiously to the man, expecting to be shot dead at any moment.

“What you doin’ in this area?” the man demanded.

“I….I….was….”

“Sellin your body,” he finished.

“Yes.”

“Don’t you know the rules?” he scolded. “No bitch works these streets without my OK.”

“I…I…didn’t know,” Sally said.

“Well now you know,” he said. “I am the big pimp in this neighborhood. I control all the white bitches that work these streets. I just saved your life so you owe me now,” he said.

“Yes, I do,” she said. “Thank you.”

“You owe me more than that bitch,” the man growled. She felt his eyes on her naked body. “You gonna be my whore now. You work for me and only me. Escort Bayan Got that?”

Oh my God, Sally thought. What have I gotten myself into?

“Yes, sir,” she answered.

Sally was now a commodity; a piece of meat to be sold on the street to strange men for sex. She felt trapped, but at the same time, there was something very sensual about her situation. She found an overpowering sexual gratification from the fact that she was now in slavery to a powerful black pimp who controlled her life.

His street name was Sweet Daddy. Sally never knew his real name. And she never saw a sweet side to the man. She found herself attracted to him because he was extremely brutal. His first act after his men gunned down her attackers that fateful night in the alley was to lean her up against the concrete wall of one of the abandoned buildings, pull out his cock, and fuck her so hard he bruised her hips by slamming them into the cement. His cock was uncircumcised and so large he had no trouble accomplishing this. Even though her pussy was dripping with the semen of 13 dead men lying only a few feet away, he fucked her to orgasm. It was a powerful response that sent muscular contractions through her body. She stiffened, her face flushed, and the muscular contractions in her pussy literally milked his massive cock to ejaculation. With a loud grunt he released hot seed in great spurts that pumped from his hairy black testicles.

“Tell Sweet Daddy you love him,” he said before he pulled his still throbbing cock from her. She looked into his eyes and, without reservation, told him that she did, indeed, love him. She found herself believing it. It excited her even more to be committing herself to loving a strange, giant black pimp, and actually pledging her love to him.

Sweet Daddy’s gang found Sally some clothes . . . much like the ones she was wearing when she was abducted by the gang . . . then took her to another street, a few blocks away, and gave her a key and room number to a hotel on that block. Without a chance to take a break, she was instructed to work the street for Big Daddy. She willingly obeyed him, knowing that this was going to be her life as long as she chose to serve him.

Her charge was $50 a blow-job, $100 for a quick fuck lasting no more than 10 minutes, or up to $1,000 for the night. She was expected to earn at least $500 a night. Any less and there would be “consequences.” She was to wait for him in the room in the morning. All of the money was to be turned over to him. What Sally received in return was his protection, her meals, a roof over her head and his “love” whenever he felt like it. She, in turn, was expected to Bayan Escort love him and do his will, without reservation. That was it. She was literally his slave. She did not know how many other whores served Sweet Daddy but she was sure he had a literal harem.

The clients, or “johns” as they were called in the trade, began using Sally within minutes after she stepped out of Sweet Daddy’s car and onto the street. She was fresh, white and the new sensation on the block. It did not take long for the word to get out.

Her first client was a white, well dressed man who came in a late model car. He said he wanted a blow job. Sally took his money and asked him to follow her to the room. But he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. “Do it right here,” he demanded. “I want you to show everybody what a dirty whore you are.”

Sally was shocked. “Here, in the street?” she asked.

He grinned. Then allowed his suit coat to fall open so she could see the gun strapped to his shoulder. “Yeah,” he said. “Right here in front of everybody.”

A crowd was starting to form. Mostly black men. A few women. Sally didn’t know what to do. “I will give you your money back, sir. I can’t do what you ask.”

“Yes you will bitch,” the man said. “I am a cop. Do it or go to jail. Take your choice.” He pulled out his gun and pointed it at her head.

Sally had spent enough time in jail cells in the made-up world of Deathmaster. That was not an option she wanted to take. She dropped to her knees, unzipped the man’s pants, and pulled out his cock. It was unusually large. The cautiously put her mouth on the end of it and started sucking it with her lips. The crowd gathered around. She heard jeers and laughter.

As she sucked the man’s cock got hard and thick. She felt the barrel of his handgun pressed against her head and sucked harder, closing her lips down tight. She wanted to get this over with as fast as possible. The man had fantastic endurance. She sucked for at least 15 minutes as he simply stood there. Then, as his orgasm approached, he put his free hand on the back of her head and pulled her harder into him. He began thrusting his hips, fucking her mouth and driving his cock deep into her throat. She choked on it.

Then, with a powerful thrust, he shoved his cock deep into her throat, cutting off her windpipe, and kept it there. She couldn’t breathe. She felt the massive organ begin to jerk and pump hot bursts of semen into her throat. She gagged on it but couldn’t vomit. His cock blocked everything. Her head was spinning. She was losing consciousness when he finally withdrew.

Sally fell to the pavement and wretched violently. The people around her laughed and drifted away. The cop got back into his car and drove off. She was alone in the street, still gagging and spitting.

So this was the life of a whore, she thought.

Chocolates for sale

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Chocolates for sale

I had a 5 acre yard just outside a rural town with lots of trees around my place. This was a lot of work to keep up but I love to putter on the yard all weekend. My shop was across the yard from the house with trees in between so if anyone came to the house I would not notice unless they came to the shop. My wife went to her moms every Friday night and the kids had all moved out. I was 48 in fairly decent shape.

I’d been in the shop for an hour when I had to take a pee. I would just walk out of the shop and around the corner and let it go not being at all concerned about anyone being able to see into my yard. I had pushed my pants down to get some fresh air and got it going good when are the corner came a young girl on a bike. Her jaw dropped and she almost ran into me forgetting to brake in time. Her eyes were glued to my cock. I was slow to react as I was shocked by surprise, which gave her a pretty good look at my cock. I got turned away and put my pants back on. She started to apologise saying she was sorry.

” It’s not your fault you caught me with my pants down.” I told her. “I don’t get to many bike riders that come in that quietly.”

She said she rang the door bell at the house but there was no answer then when she was leaving she heard me over here at the shop and came around the trees as I was going behind the shop. She told me she wanted to sell chocolates for her school fund raiser and just biked over trying to catch up to me. She was pretty red in the face.

“Would you like to buy some chocolates still?” she asked.

“How many do I have to buy so you won’t tell anyone what you saw?”

“I have six boxes of chocolate almonds and six caramel bars, but you don’t have to buy any I won’t tell anyone what I saw.”

“Thanks.” I said.”Whats your name and where do you live.”

She then told me her name was Becky, that she live just a quarter mile away inside town and that she had tried to sell chocolates to her neighbours but they had bought from other kids already. So she decided to go out to our area as the houses were further apart and maybe no one had been here yet. Well I told her she was the first one to lately come here selling something. We continued chatting about her school and family. She was twelve years old and was looking for a job babysitting to make some spending money.

I told her maybe I should hire her to help with my yard work if she was interested. Becky was all for that saying I can rake leaves, mow grass, weed the garden, all things I have to do at home. I showed her around the yard, when we got back to her bike she asked with a laugh if I would let her watch whenever I needed to Escort take a leak.

“Do you want to see that again?” I asked her. She said she had never seen a guys thing before.

Finally I said I would buy all her chocolates and she could tell whoever asked that I had friends over and we bought everything she had. She had a huge smile on her face when I said that.

“But you really don’t have to do that.” She said.”What if I show you my pussy and then we will be even?”

“I’d love to see your pussy but do you really want to do that?”

“I know you won’t tell anyone and if I show you my pussy maybe I can have a better look at your penis. My friends and I have been talking about sex a lot lately and I have never seen a penis close up.” Becky kind of stammering at the end of that blushed badly.

“So what have you and your friends been talking about?”

She told me that her best friend Nicole who was a black girl had walked by her parents bedroom one night when she had to go to the bathroom and the door was open enough for her to watch her parents doing it. When Nicole told Becky and her other best friend Terry, Terry told of walking in on her brother masturbating. Her brother had quickly cover up but not before she’d had a look at his erection. Becky said she had tried to walk in on her dad in the bathroom but nothing had ever worked, and she only had two younger sisters. So that’s why she was so very curious.

“Come on lets go in the shop if you really want to, my wife will be out until late so we will be safe.”

I don’t know why I had just invited her into the shop I could get into so much trouble, maybe it was because my wife had not had an interest in sex for years already and I was most diffidently horny. Becky followed me into the shop and after an awkward moment I took off my t-shirt and Becky let me help her take off her shirt, she had a small bra on which she cover with her arms.

“Can you take off your pants next?” She asked saying “I feel so self conscious if I take my bra off first.”

Let me describe Becky first, she was maybe five feet tall, skinny with boobs that looked to be the size of small oranges, dark almost black hair and a face that really captivated me with her energy and enthusiasm. At this point I would have done anything for her. I took off my pants while she stood there looking at bulge in my underwear, I pushed down my underwear and my cock sprang up.

Becky gasped “Wow! Your thing it so big.”

“You can call it a cock and it is average size for guys, about six and a half inches.” I took her hand and placed it on my cock.”Take your time and feel my cock, stroke Escort Bayan it and squeeze it a bit. Cup my balls but don’t squeeze them to hard that would hurt, a gentle touch feels great. I’m not circumcised so when stroking try not to pull the foreskin off the head all the way unless we use lube or spit. Here under the head is the most sensitive spot for me.” I show her how to massage the head with her fingers and where the sensitive spot was, but not to do to much there as I would cum to soon. Becky went back to stroking my cock, I told her how good that felt.

I slid her bra up and started to rub her budding breasts. Becky’s nipples where small but sure got hard fast as I roll them between my thumb and finger. I could feel myself building to an orgasm and told Becky to go a little fast and squeeze a little harder as I was getting close. When I did cum it happened so fast it took me by surprise as I was trying to hold back. I spurted ropes of cum on to the floor the last dribbling down over her hand. I put my hand on hers slowing her down and stroking out the last little bit of cum, then just holding her hand on my cock letting the last of the after glow feeling wash over me.

“That was so intense.” Becky said “Your cock felt so hot and so hard and soft all at once. When you started moving your hips it was like it was building a orgasm in me when I masturbate. And when you came I could feel your cum shooting through your cock that is so cool and it got me really horny.’

I gave her some tissue to clean her hand while I wiped the gobs of cum off the floor. I look at her and asked “Are you ready for me to do that for you?” She just nodded. I pulled her to me hugging her,kissing the top of her head while massaging her back.

Becky took her bra off saying “This is getting in the way I what to feel your skin on my titties.” I massaged down to her butt, squeezing her butt cheeks through her jeans. I reach in front to undo her jeans but Becky beat me to it, in seconds she pushed her jeans and panties off together and stood naked in front of me. Now it was my turn to just stare at her beautiful pussy. She had a thick mat of black pubic hair like Asian girls pussies I’d seen on porn. I told her she had more hair than I had expected but that I loved it that way. She said that her friends had compared pussies and boobs. She had the smallest boobs but more hair on her pussy, Nicole had a bit bigger boobs and short very curly pubic hair while Terry had no hair on her pussy but had the biggest boobs. While she was telling me this I was playing in her slit, gathering moisture from the bottom of her pussy lips and bringing the moisture to the top give her clit a quick rub every time. I kept Becky talking Bayan Escort by asking what else she had done with her friends. She said they had just grabbed each others boobs and masturbated in front of each other a few times. By this time Becky’s hips were starting to move into my hands, I lifted Becky and place her on my workbench.

“Lay back I told her and if you are uncomfortable with anything just stop me and I will stop want I’m doing.”

“Are you going to stick your cock into me?” she asked, I could see the apprehension in her face.

“No, I will just use my fingers and maybe kiss your pussy.”

“You mean eat my pussy, that’s what Nicole said guys do.”

“Yes, I can’t wait to taste you, do you mind?”

Becky laid down and spread her legs apart, I lifted her knees up and then pushed apart again. I pushed the pussy lips apart to see that she was wet, I kisses my way from her knee to her pussy on both legs a few times. I then lick up and down her pussy getting a good taste of her juices. I then licked across her clit and she came hard lift her ass of the table. I kept liking her clit until she pushed my head away from her clit. I lapped up the juices from her ass up to the clit being careful not to touch her clit again. I did that until she had settled down then went back to licking around the clit getting closer all the time. Becky was moaning again, her butt was jerking around again so I lick across her clit again giving it my full attention. I,m glad we were in the shop because she became loud just say “Yes” over and over. Again I licked her juices as she settled down. I got her to sit up and I held her and kissed her gently.

“Wow, I can taste myself. Is it always that intense?” Becky asked.

“It varies on what you do or your mood, a lot of things affect how you feel each day so its not always the same.”

“Your hard again, now you lay down on the workbench and I’ll make you cum again.”

Becky jumped down and I lay down on the workbench. With my legs hanging and Becky standing between my legs she gentle started stroke my cock and feeling my balls. The feel was way better than any hand job i ever had. My cock was starting to twitch, then Becky put her mouth right over the head and started gently sucking and licking the underside of my cock. Her mouth was so hot I told her she better take her mouth off as that felt so good I would cum any minute. Becky just pull back my foreskin and kept sucking, well I started shooting in her mouth and Becky was swallowing like mad. She kept sucking until I went soft in her mouth. Becky gave me a kiss giving me a taste of myself. She said that wasn’t as bad as she had imagined cum would taste.

We got cleaned up and dressed, then I paid her for the chocolates.

Becky said maybe I’ll get another box of chocolates and come sell you some more.

Death by fucking ch. 18

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Andrew’s Story

I was in the middle of my favorite part of the day. I had my tongue buried deeply in Dee Dee’s pussy, tasting that sweet nectar. She was really in to it now, her passion rising and approaching a peak. I was trying to decide how long I should drag it out. I can keep her up as long as I want, sometimes. She can become crazed: needing, wanting, but never having. It’s damn sexy.

To see my beautiful serene wife lose all semblance of control is as good as it gets. Of course, maybe because I do this to her almost every day is why she’s so damn serene the rest of the time. I hadn’t thought of that. Anyway it’s my favorite part of the day. I love to eat her pussy.

This is a time when I absolutely do not like to be interrupted. Cunnilingus interruptus really pisses me off. But sure as the phone ringing when you’re in the shower, I heard that little voice in my head.

I’m not like most other guys. When they hear that little voice in their heads, it’s usually their conscience calling. Me, I hear Emmy. And she has no discernable conscience of which I’m aware.

“Daddy”, I heard.

To my credit, my tongue never broke stride. (Is that a mixed metaphor?) But I answered her anyway. “You know I’m busy. This better be important!”

“Daddy, Jake’s leaving. You’ve gotta stop him!”

“How much time do I have?” Well darn, I wanted to finish Deirdre off. What am I, some kind of a sadist?

“He’s getting dressed now, Daddy. He’ll be gone in five minutes.”

My only option was to attack Dee Dee’s clit. I sucked that little button between my lips and licked it like a lollipop. I heard a blood-curdling shriek and realized I had caught Deirdre completely off guard. She never expected a full frontal assault since I usually bring her to a slow boil before I begin any serious work.

Her orgasm was unexpected and incredibly intense. Her thighs clamped my head in a vise grip as I kept her at a peak. Her pussy was grinding on my mouth as her eyes rolled back in her head. Finally she collapsed in a heap.

I heard her saying “Oh my God! Oh my God!”

Do I have a great life or what?

I climbed up and held her in my arms for a moment, trying to savor the feel of my sweet Deirdre. I love her. I kissed her passionately. I gave a little peck on each cheek and then on each closed eyelid. But then I had to go.

I reached out to Emmy. “Are you involved in this?” As if I didn’t know.

I heard her reply. “Kinda, Daddy. I’ll meet you in the living room.”

I slipped on some tennis shorts and a tee shirt and hurried down the stairs. Emmy was coming out of the eGirls’ room.

Jake was in the living room, headed for the door. I called out to him. “Hey Jake, hold up for a minute.”

He didn’t look too happy, but he paused and turned towards me. Emmy came running down the stairs. She was crying. Dang, I don’t remember the last time I saw Emmy cry. Even Jake looked concerned.

Emma said, “I’m sorry Jake. It’s my fault! I’m the one. Be mad at me.”

Jake didn’t have a clue what Emma was talking about. After all, no one knew about the ‘special talents’ that the eKids come by naturally. We’ve been keeping it under wraps, just covering our ass, so to speak.

But Emma had decided that this was important enough to let the cat out of the bag. I was a bit miffed. I am her father after all. Like maybe she could have consulted me first? Oh well, the next time she consults me first will be the first time.

Jake said, “It’s not your fault Emma. Don’t worry about it, honey.”

Emma said, “Yes it is!! It Is my fault. I’m sorry.” She was crying and looked pitiful. I saw her doing a pretty good Joanne Woodward tonight, so I wasn’t sure if she was acting or if this was the real thing.

I thought I better step in here. “Jake, sit down on the sofa and let’s talk. There’re some things you should know.”

We sat down, Jake and Emma on the couch, me on one of those chairs that women seem to accumulate but men can hardly get comfortable in. I wasn’t sure how to do this.

“Jake, I’ve got some things to tell you that are top secret. If you don’t want to know them, or are afraid you can’t keep your mouth shut, then head on out of here and we’ll forget about it.”

Jake was already annoyed. I didn’t know why, but he looked pretty upset. So he said, “Drew, you know I can keep my mouth shut. What the hell is this about? Oh, sorry Emma.”

Emma gave a tentative smile behind her tears. “You can swear around me as much as you damn well please, Jake. I live with Daddy, remember?”

Why is it that whenever people around here get into it, I end up being used as a bad example? I’m supposed to be the authority figure in this house, aren’t I?

I said, “Jake the kids have some abilities that we’ve never discussed with anyone. I’m not talking about intelligence. We’ve never hidden how intelligent they are. But they’ve got other abilities, ones that are cutting edge, even a little dangerous.”

Jake had no idea what I was talking about. So Emma jumped in. “Jake, I can read minds. I’m telepathic.”

Jake actually smiled at that one. “Go on. You’re pulling my leg, right?”

Emma said, “No. If I try hard I can tell what you are thinking. You’ve noticed that Edie and Eddie don’t have much to say? That’s because they prefer to talk mind to mind. It’s easier and faster.”

Jake asked, “Can normal people hear you?” It was an obvious question. He still looked incredulous, but he’s been around the eKids long enough to know that they can do just about anything. Why not this too?

Emma replied, “They can hear us sometimes if we project right to them. Daddy can always hear us if we talk to him.”

Jake asked me, “Is that true, Drew?”

“Yeah, Jake. I’ve been able to communicate with them since before they were born. All of the eKids have this ability.”

I saw Jake’s eyes open wide. He turned to Emma. “You did WHAT?”

I turned to Emma too. “What exactly did you do, Emmy? Just tell me about tonight. Leave the rest of your wicked life out of it. I don’t have time for true confessions.”

Jake said to me, “Didn’t you hear her? Did you hear what she did?”

Emmy looked like she was going to cry again. She said, “No I didn’t Jake. I couldn’t make you do something like that. You both already wanted to.”

I was confused. I was missing part of this conversation. “Please, for the duration of this discussion, would you two kindly verbalize? I’m missing half of what’s being said here.”

Jake said, “You mean we’ve been doing it? Talking telepathically? I’ll be a son of a bitch! I didn’t even notice.”

I told Emma, “You better tell Jake exactly what happened. And say it! You dragged me away from Dee Dee. The least you can do is include me in.”

Jake had a half smile on his face. “You were with Dee Dee?”

I was getting exasperated. “Yes! I was with Dee Dee. And I left her only half-done, which really pisses me off. She’s my wife! Occasionally I’m with her, if Emma will ever leave me alone! And we’re not talking about me and Dee Dee; we’re talking about you and Helen. Aren’t we?”

Emma said to Jake, “You and Helen wanted to be together. It was obvious to everyone. Even Daddy must have noticed. But Homo sapiens are always so afraid. Usually they’re afraid of looking foolish. They don’t do the very things they want to do most, just because they are afraid of being embarrassed. I saw what Helen and you wanted, so I ‘tweaked’ you just a bit so you wouldn’t be embarrassed by it. That’s all. I couldn’t make you like each other. You two did that by yourselves.”

Jake said, “You can do that? Unbelievable! Well, that’s not the problem. If you did it, I’m kind of grateful you did. But that’s not the problem.”

Emma started to cry again. “I’m sorry, Jake. It was a joke. I just ‘goosed’ Helen’s mind a little bit. I wasn’t listening, I promise. But I thought it would be funny if she used Daddy’s name. I know I was wrong. When Daddy got around to Momma Donnie, I was going to let her scream ‘Jake’. I thought it would make for a fun morning tomorrow. I’m sorry!”

Both Jake and I looked at Emma with amazement. My mouth was wide open, and I couldn’t form the words. I didn’t even know what I wanted to say.

Actually when he got over the shock, Jake seemed to be in a much better mood. “Listen, Emma. Don’t be pullin’ tricks like that on grown-ups. It makes us crazy. Stick to stunts you understand, okay?”

Emma looked properly chastened. “Yes, Jake. I promise I won’t do it again.”

Jake said, “Andrew, you’re going to finish off Deirdre and then take on Donnie? Are you really going to do that? You don’t need any help there, do you?” My look was all the answer he needed.

Jake turned and walked back into the ‘Get Andrew Laid’ room. I guess things were okay with him.

But I wasn’t through with Emma. When the door had closed (we heard a happy squeal come from inside the room), I turned to her. “Okay, what was that about? I figured you got those two together. But it’s not like you to pull such a dirty trick. Did you really do it?”

All her tears were dry, it seems. “Daddy, you know you’re every woman’s dream! If I were ten years older, I’d be going after you myself! Don’t blame Helen.”

I guess I was impressed. Maybe Emma does have a conscience. “So you didn’t make her say it. It was nice of you to pull Helen’s ass out of the fire. That’s a mistake I’ll bet she doesn’t make again.”

Emma turned to go up the stairs. I still wasn’t finished with her.

“Wait a minute, little girl. You’re not off the hook that easily. First, you know you’re not supposed to be eavesdropping when two adults are in bed! And second, what’s this ‘Donnie’ thing you talked Escort about?”

Emma looked at me with those innocent eyes. There may be nothing more dangerous in the world than Emmy’s innocent eyes. “First, Daddy, I wasn’t eavesdropping. Helen screamed your name. I’m not deaf, you know. You would have heard it too if Momma Dee Dee didn’t have her legs wrapped around your ears. And do you really want to know the second thing Daddy?”

It’s exasperating to have an eight-year old who knows everything. I said, “Of course I really want to know. What good is it to have a daughter who reads minds if I can’t take advantage of it now and then?”

“Momma Donnie has a kind of a thing for Jake. She’s not in love with him or anything. She just thinks he looks sexy playing tennis. One of her favorite things is to watch you two play. It makes her horny.”

Well that was information I had to digest. Watching us play tennis makes Donnie horny. Actually pretty much everything makes Donnie horny. She kind of likes Jake, huh? I wonder how I feel about that.

In the meantime, Dee Dee could probably use a little more attention. For that matter so could I.

Donnie’s Story

We had a very nice family breakfast. Andrew threw together lovely mushroom omelets with grits. He also made scones which we had with lemon curd. He added some slender fresh asparagus on the side. My husband is an excellent unhurried cook. If I were cooking for eleven I would be a mess.

Jake and Helen couldn’t take their eyes off of one another. It was very romantic. They kept smiling and making whispered comments. The rest of us pretended not to notice. I have to admit, I’ll be questioning Emmy in a little while to find out what they were saying. Emmy was certainly eavesdropping. She hears all. She knows all. Unfortunately, often she tells all.

Before anyone had excused himself, Andrew made a general announcement. “We’re going to have a little family meeting in fifteen minutes. I’d like all of us to meet in the den. Jake and Helen, you are welcome to sit in, but it’s just some family business we have to attend to. Strictly off the record.”

They decided to take a walk while we had our meeting. If I were them I would want it to be just the two of us. I remember when Andrew and we girls first met. We didn’t want anyone to intrude. We wanted him all to ourselves.

The family congregated in the den. Andrew was master of ceremonies, since he had called the meeting. We have an odd family. To the world, Andrew is the public face of our family, the sexiest man on earth. But in the family itself, I get the distinct impression that Andrew considers himself to be the low man on the totem pool. He defers to everyone, even the children.

I think he pictures his position as role model and instructor of the kids, rather than authority figure. For the most part they make their own decisions, except for those areas where there are clearly defined parent-child roles. Those remain firmly intact.

I’ve never heard him raise his voice to the children and mean it. He never gives them direct orders. He makes suggestions. Fortunately they respect his suggestions and almost always comply with his requests. But if they didn’t, he would just shrug his shoulders and go on with his life. He does not consider himself an omniscient all-powerful father figure even a little bit.

It’s easy to understand why Dee Dee and I love him with all our hearts. He’s almost too perfect to be true.

We all drifted into the den. I saw Ethan talking to Andrew. Ethan ran out of the den and returned a minute later with some printout or something. By this time all the kids were seated on the floor and Deirdre and I were on the couch. Andrew was standing, holding the printout that Ethan had brought.

He said, “Ethan, this is amazing work. I love it.” Then he said to the group, “Ethan has designed housing for New Man U. He wondered if we would be willing to look at it. I’ll pass it around to everyone. This is a design for a standard housing unit. If everyone likes it, we’ll pass it on to the architect, have him peruse it. Then we’ll incorporate Ethan’s housing into the project if everyone agrees.”

He passed the printout around. When it got to me I was amazed at the intricacy of the drawing. It looked like professional work, not even counting the unusual building that was represented. It looked like the majority of the building was underground. It was designed to look like a small hill in the landscape.

Andrew started on one of his tirades. He has a few hot buttons that are sure to set him off every time.

“First, the design is amazing. I personally think we should use it as a model for all our on-campus housing. But second,” and he turned to Ethan, “how did you produce such professional work?”

Ethan said, “I was using an architectural design program that Emmy got for me.”

Andrew said, “I don’t remember paying for any program like that. How much does it cost?”

Emmy jumped in. “Oh, it’s still in its free trial period. It’s a twenty thousand dollar program.”

Andrew asked, “And how long does the free trial last?”

Emmy said, “Forever.”

I could see Andrew wasn’t pleased. “Emma! This isn’t a game program you downloaded. It’s valuable software. If anyone found out we had this program without a license we could be sued.”

Emma replied reasonably, “But Daddy, no one can find out. We’re using the new operating system. It’s safe.”

Andrew said, ‘That isn’t the point, Emmy. If we were subpoenaed the cops could look at the computer and might find that software.” I could see his mind working. Andrew always is able to add two plus two. “Wait a minute! How many other permanent ‘trial’ versions of software do we have?”

Emma looked smug, not unusual for her. “We have one of everything.”

Andrew just shook his head. “Anything that we use in a production mode, we’re gong to pay for.” He turned to me. “Donnie, could you set up a bank account for the kids to use? Put plenty of cash in it.” He turned back to the kids. “Buy what you need, but if it’s something like a twenty thousand dollar program, please mention it to your mothers or me, okay?”

I wondered how many fathers talked that way to their eight year-olds. He was giving them carte blanche. He knew that if they needed something, they would just go out and get it. But he wanted them to pay for it.

He decided to change the subject. “Kids, I was thinking about the new operating system. If we are going to put it out there, I would like to include some kind of office suite. You know, a spreadsheet, a word processor, maybe a database. I would like it to have built in web-design capabilities as well. Maybe this is a lot to ask, but I was wondering if in your spare time you could throw something like this together.”

Eddie spoke up, an unusual thing for her. “Okay, Daddy. I’ll design them and help Eric and Ethan with the programming.”

Edie added, “How about some kind of developer’s system too? Everyone knows that Visual Studio.Net sucks big time.”

Andrew nodded. “Okay. But I want it all to be open-source. And we’ll be giving it away. None of this licensing crap that all the software companies are shoving down people’s throats. They buy the operating system, the office suite and the developer’s package comes with it, no additional charge. Oh, and make it compatible with Microsoft’s file structure, okay? No reason to have people lose their data if they buy our OS.”

I was getting impatient with this technical talk. Andrew could handle this just as easily without including Dee Dee or me. I said, “Is that what the meeting is about, Andrew? If it is, I’ve got things to do.”

Andrew smiled. “Hold on, honey. I’m about done with the kids. Then I have some things we need to go over, if that’s okay.” He turned to the kids. “That’s about it. Take a hike. Your mothers and I need to talk.”

All of the kids got up to leave. Emma as usual looked like she already knew what we were going to talk about. She gave me a wink and a grin, then left. That little girl is peculiar.

Once we were alone, Andrew started talking. He looked uncomfortable. Pretty soon I found out why.

“Uh, last night I had an interesting discussion with Emmy. It got me to thinking. I know that’s not always a good thing. But I want to revisit a discussion we had a long time ago. I’m sure you will remember it.”

Deirdre said, “What discussion? Are we supposed to guess?”

Andrew was having a difficult time coming to the point, not unusual for him. “It’s just that, uh, we talked way back in the beginning of time about something, and you two were upset with me for even bringing it up. That’s why I’m a little, uh, reluctant to bring it up again.”

I said, “If you are so reluctant then, why bother? If we didn’t want to hear it then what makes you think we want to hear it now?”

Dee Dee said, “I remember! Are you talking about that ridiculous argument we had about you ‘allowing’ us to take lovers if we wanted?”

My mouth must have fallen open. I saw that Andrew noticed. He said, “Well, since you brought it up, yes, that’s what I’m talking about.”

Dee Dee wasn’t angry. She was just baffled. “Why in the world would you mention that now? As I recall, you were talking about the times we were going to be apart. We haven’t been apart since before we got married. This makes no sense whatsoever.”

Andrew turned to me. “Does it make any sense to you, Donnie?”

I can put two and two together just as well as Andrew can. “What has Emma been telling you, Andrew?”

“She kind of hinted that you might be interested in scratching an itch, so to speak.”

I don’t know when I’ve been so embarrassed. I must have Escort Bayan turned all kinds of shades of red. At the same time I felt a surge of electricity in my loins and suddenly I was becoming very, very wet. Still, just because I might have entertained some silly little fantasy that is all it ever would be: a silly little fantasy.

“I don’t know what to say. I don’t have any itches that need scratching, Andrew. You scratch all my itches more than satisfactorily.”

Of course, Dee Dee just needed a small hint to reach the obvious conclusion. “You have the hots for Jake! My God, Donnie, you are such a slut!”

Andrew actually laughed. He wasn’t taking this the way I would have expected him to. I thought he would be hurt, angry, betrayed. I love him. I never want him to feel that way. I never planned to do anything about this ‘Jake’ fantasy of mine. Sometimes it’s enough just to have fantasies.

Andrew said to me, “Sweetie, it’s all right. I’m sure you never intended to do anything more than look. But I’m going to give you that same speech all over again. If you want to, then I’m giving you permission; not that you need permission from me. You’ll do whatever you damn well please anyway. All the women in this house do whatever they please. Sometimes they tell me about it after the fact.”

I felt hot tears welling within me. “Andrew, I swear, I would never…”

He took me in his arms and comforted me. “Donnie, don’t be upset. I’m not upset. I don’t own you. I want you to be happy. If having a little fling with Jake would make you happy, I trust you to keep it in perspective. I’m not trying to force you into anything; far from it. I just want you to do the things that bring you the most happiness.”

I said not unreasonably, “I’m already happy. I don’t need anyone else to make me happy, only you.”

Andrew continued to hold me. He said, “Whatever you want is okay with me, Baby. But I don’t want you wishing for something that you think you can’t have because of me. Let’s be honest. Jake thinks you and Dee Dee are the hottest chicks in the state of Georgia. He practically drools whenever he sees you.”

I said, “But what about Helen?” Uh, oh; had I just conceded that I wanted to go through with it?

Andrew replied, “Helen may be gone tomorrow. Who knows what might come from that. She made a little mistake last night when she called out the wrong name during a crucial moment, if you know what I mean.”

Deirdre laughed. She was thoroughly enjoying this whole conversation. “Oh, no! Don’t tell me she called out your name while she climaxed.”

Andrew looked smug. “I guess we all have our little fantasies. If Donnie had called out Jake’s name last night, the circle would have been complete.”

I hit him on the shoulder. “You are being an absolute beast about this, Andrew.”

He kissed my cheek. I love him so. He said, “Sweetheart that would have upset me. How do you think that Jake felt? He was ready to leave but Emmy and I calmed him down and sent him back in for round two.”

Deirdre said, “Emmy calmed him down? How did she get into the picture? Wait! Don’t tell me. She was listening in. She’s only eight years old. She should not be listening to people having sex.”

Andrew came to her defense. “Emma said that she heard Helen scream my name. She said she wasn’t listening, but that Helen was so loud that we all should have heard. She also took the blame for it. That means we had to tell Jake about the telepathy thing she has going. We didn’t mention telempathy.”

Dee Dee asked, “Why on earth did Emma take the blame for Helen?”

Andrew answered, “Because inside that evil exterior beats the heart of a sweet loving little girl, that’s why. She’s pure. They are all pure. That’s why I never object to their little ‘projects’, even Emmy’s. She wouldn’t hurt anyone, ever.”

Deirdre said, “If Helen and Jake turn in to an item, perhaps we could help with that. We might need a publicist for the kids’ new projects; and for New Man University. What do we know about such things? Helen might be ideal.”

Andrew said, “Well we could probably just hire an advertising agency in Atlanta. But I have no objection to ‘keeping it in the family’ so to speak. After all, it’s only money. If we need more, Elle can make more.”

I must admit to being rather ambivalent to this line of thought. I had been seriously considering taking Andrew up on his offer. But if Helen were to be here, that of course was out of the question. But I have no claims on Jake. My place is beside Andrew and always will be. If Jake can be happy with Helen, I can only be pleased for him, kind of.

Dee Dee noticed my ambivalence. “Sorry, Donnie; maybe I should have kept my ideas to myself.”

I said to her, “What about you? Don’t you have someone who strikes your fancy?”

Andrew looked interested in that. But Deirdre just shook her head. “I don’t. Sure I think Jake is a sexy man, but I’ve just never had the urge, if you know what I mean. Every day of the week is quite enough sex for me. But if Andrew starts tapering off…”

Helen’s Story

Jake has to be the most understanding man I’ve ever met. I don’t know what possessed me to scream Andrew’s name just as I came last night. Well, probably it was because I’d been fantasizing about Andrew from the moment I met him. But Jake is as good a lover as I’ve ever had. I thought I had spoiled everything.

But now things are wonderful. When he came back into the bedroom I was so happy I had to give him a blow job. It was the least I could do; he deserved it. I tore off his clothes, pushed him back on the bed, crawled between his knees and went down on him.

Most of the oral sex I’ve been giving in the last few years has been with women. But I really wanted to suck Jake’s beautiful cock. Yes, I was doing penance for my verbal blunder. But I enjoyed it almost as much as he did. I’m not a swallower. But with Jake I swallowed. I’m very proud of myself.

When we woke up in the morning, we made love one more time. It was lovely and gentle. That surprised me after the intensity of our coupling last night. I’m starting to have some feelings for the man. I wonder how he feels about me. Am I just some piece of ass that Andrew set him up with? Or were the Adkins’ acting as matchmakers? I’m not sure which one I want it to be.

We had a breakfast of omelets, fresh asparagus and grits of all things, along with some perfectly lovely scones. Grits and scones; what a dichotomy this family represents. Then Jake and I went for a walk while the family had some sort of meeting. I still needed to finish my interview with the Adkins wives.

The women were in the living room when we returned from our walk. Andrew was in the kitchen apparently seeing to the dishes. The sexiest man in the world doesn’t appear to mind doing the simplest of chores; and he’s a wonderful cook. If he’s as good in bed as everyone says, I’d like to marry him myself and let him by my househusband.

Deirdre and Donnie and I were settled in the living room. I asked them the questions that I needed to complete my story, then again brought up the subject of the picture.

I said, “Ladies, have you given any more thought to allowing us to use that fabulous picture of you two? I promise it will cause a sensation.”

Deirdre (they had graciously identified themselves when we sat down so I could tell them apart) said, “I’m not sure that I want to cause a sensation. This is a quiet little town we live in. We have meetings to attend with other middle aged matrons like ourselves. I’m not sure how our friends would take this.”

Donnie actually took up the argument on my behalf. “Oh come on, Dee Dee! When have you ever cared what people think of you? I swear you are becoming stodgy in your old age.”

Deirdre replied, “And you are turning into a slut!”

Donnie’s cheeks flamed. I wonder what that was about. But she stuck to her guns. “You and I are practically the same person. I know perfectly well that this picture appeals to your ego. It certainly appeals to mine. And Andrew loves it. Every time he looks at it he practically rapes us! Uh, Helen, that’s information that maybe shouldn’t get in to the story. Andrew is easily aroused, as you might have guessed.”

I jumped in. “That picture would arouse any red-blooded man and a hell of a lot of women. But it isn’t obscene. It’s very sensual but maintains a certain dignity. Otherwise I would never suggest using it. I assure you, it would go a long way to explaining why you are with the Progenitor; and why he is interested in only you. He will probably receive fewer of those proposals you told me about. On the other hand, you might receive a number of proposals yourselves. That’s not altogether a bad thing, is it? How would Andrew feel about having to share some of the fame with his beautiful wives?”

Deirdre said, “Are you kidding? He’d love it. We would never live it down. We’ve been teasing him unmercifully since this whole ‘sex god’ thing began. But Andrew is justifiably the most secure man in the world. He won’t feel threatened by any notoriety that Donnie or I achieve. That’s not the point. I’m just not sure I’m prepared to appear naked in front of the world.”

Donnie explained. “Until we met Andrew, we were a couple of very conservative businesswomen. We had no sex life. We were practically asexual. Then Andrew appeared and suddenly all we thought about was sex. It was a strange transformation for two old ladies like us. Something about us turns Andrew into a, well, into a sex fiend. He finds us irresistible. Truthfully, we feel the same way about him. We don’t need much to motivate us into acting sexually. But I’ll bet this will make Andrew even hornier than usual. Bayan Escort Had you thought of that, Deirdre?”

Deirdre laughed. “Can we deal with Andrew being hornier than usual, Donnie? How hornier can he get? There are only twenty-four hours in a day.”

I couldn’t help myself. I had to say it. “I’d be more than willing to accept any overflow that you two can’t handle.”

Both of their mouths opened in surprise or shock, I wasn’t sure which. Then they both started laughing. They leaned in and put their arms around each other for support and held each other as they laughed till tears were streaming down their cheeks.

When they had calmed down Donnie said, “Sorry Helen; he is a hunk, isn’t he? Any woman would die to be with him. He’s had over a thousand women in the last few years, and almost every one has wanted a second round with him. It isn’t just that he’s, well, he’s rather large, if you know what I mean. He is just so attentive. Even with these IAM women he devotes himself to giving pleasure. He is the world’s greatest lover, Helen. And he proves it to us every day of our lives.”

Dee Dee said, “Donnie isn’t gloating, Helen, even though it may sound that way. But it is hard not to be a little smug about our Andrew. He is at once both the most promiscuous and the most devoted husband in the world. You’ve seen him. You’ve seen how he is. He loves us passionately, without reservation. Sometimes we still don’t understand why. He is still a young man. We are middle aged. And yet his devotion to us never wavers. So if you are attracted to him, how could we be upset? We might even be willing to share.”

This time it was my turn to be shocked. I could see that Donnie was shocked too. I said, “What do you mean by that?”

Donnie paraphrased, “What the hell do you mean by that?”

Dee Dee smiled that radiant, eye-lighting smile of hers. The woman is just delighted with life, it seems to me. “Donnie, you know perfectly well what we were talking about with Andrew just an hour ago. And now an elegant solution to your problem drops right in to our laps, if you know what I mean.”

I turned to Donnie. “What problem do you have?”

Donnie denied everything. “I have no problems that need any solution Helen.”

But Deirdre wouldn’t let it alone. “Donnie kind of fancies Jake. That was information that came to Andrew’s and my attention this morning. Andrew was most magnanimous about it. He told her to do whatever she pleases. Helen, I’m not kidding.”

“Andrew wants us to be happy. If we are happy, he’s happy. He suspects that being with Jake a little will make Donnie happy. But Donnie pointed out the fact that you and Jake might well be together. She has no desire to interfere with that. But now you come forward, however inadvertently, and show us the solution to both of your little fantasies.”

I said, “Let me get this straight. Are you suggesting that Donnie and I trade off?” I couldn’t believe my ears.

Deirdre said, “Only if you both agree of course. I’m an uninterested third party here. Of course, Jake and Andrew would have to agree as well. From what Andrew says Jake would have been more than willing before he met you. Andrew is a different problem. But he never denies us anything. If Donnie wants something, he’ll do what he can to make it so. I promise, Helen, you wouldn’t be disappointed.”

I answered honestly. “I’m unsure where Jake and I are going, or if we are going anywhere. I live in New York City. He lives in Nowheresville, Georgia. No offense intended. How could we have a relationship? But if I’m only going to be here for a couple of days, I want spend the time with Jake.”

Deirdre said, “Actually we had intended to talk to you about that. We have three major enterprises in the works right now. We have the two developments of the eGirls – the operating system and Virtual Video; and we have New Man University going up. One thing we don’t have is a publicist. We thought you might consider taking the job. I don’t know how much you are making at Cosmo, but we would be willing to double it.”

How could these people just throw their money around like this? I said, “I don’t know what to say! Are you serious?”

Donnie answered, “Of course we’re serious. I mean about the job offer. That other thing that Dee Dee brought up, well you and I can talk it over later if you are interested. But that has nothing to do with the job offer. We want to deal with people we know and like.”

“We have all the money we need at present. If we need more we’ll just have Elle make some more. Actually, she is always making more than we can use. That little girl is a financial dynamo.”

“This may seem like the end of the earth to you, but we are only a few hours from Atlanta, only an hour from Savannah. There are restaurants, entertainment, beaches, all within an easy drive. This is really a quite pleasant place to live.”

Deirdre jumped in. “Think about it, Helen. Seriously, we aren’t trying to influence the tenor of your article about us. Write whatever you please. But Jake is our friend. We like you. It seems logical to offer to bring you on board. You don’t have to decide now, of course. Give it some thought. We’ll be here, and won’t offer the job to anyone else until you decide.”

It’s impossible for me to make a logical decision when I’m horny. I have to give Jake a call to find out if he can take the afternoon off.

Deirdre’s Story

After all this sexual talk with Donnie and Helen, I must admit to being more than a little needy. There was a time when I went for years without sex. But since Andrew introduced me to the sexual dimension of my life, I seem to need it with alarming regularity. Thank goodness Andrew is eager to give it to me with equally alarming regularity.

I walked in to the kitchen where Andrew was still cleaning up. The place looked immaculate so I have no idea what else he hoped to accomplish.

“Andrew, what in the world are you doing out here? We could eat off of the floor already. Why are you still cleaning?”

“Oh, I’m just trying to keep out of the way. I really don’t have much to do. You girls were with Helen. The kids are doing their collective things. I don’t have any current programming jobs going on. What, can’t I hang out in the kitchen? You sound like my mother.”

Andrew likes it when I’m up front about my sexual needs. In the beginning I was very shy about such things. But I’ve learned to cater to his little fantasies.

“But would your mother want to get laid?”

Andrew laughed. “I certainly hope not. She’s one woman who is never going to convince me to do it.”

I saw an opening and took it. “Oh? How about Helen, then?”

I saw the apprehension in his face. “What about Helen?”

I said, “Could she ever convince you to do it?”

He said, “Dee Dee, please don’t be coy. If you have something to say, just say it. You love to see me swinging in the wind, don’t you? It’s an annoying habit you seem to have picked up from Donnie.”

I put my arms around him and gave him a deep, sensual soul-kiss. He can’t help himself when I do that. He’s just putty in my hands. I have this power over the sexiest man on earth. I suppose that makes me pretty sexy too.

I whispered, “Sweetheart, Donnie and Helen share similar fantasies. But while Donnie has dreamed of being with Jake, Helen dreams of being with you.”

I nuzzled his neck and hugged him while he contemplated this unexpected development. I could feel him growing down below. I knew that the reason wasn’t the thought of Helen, but the reality of what I was doing to him. But isn’t everyone amenable to reinforcement therapy? Andrew long ago told me about what he calls ‘dick thinking’. When I do these things to him his penis takes over. He’ll do anything I ask of him; anything. He’ll do Helen if Donnie asks the right way.

I said, “Sweetie, let’s talk about this later. There isn’t any rush. I wanted you to know what was being said between those two girls. They are in negotiation and you are what’s being negotiated. Don’t worry. You’ll have plenty of time to think about Helen. But right now I want you to think of only me.”

I took his hand and pulled him toward the stairs to our bedroom. As we went through the hall I noticed Helen and Donnie still talking in the living room. I wore a smug smile as I waved at Helen. Her mouth was open. I think she was drooling.

When we reached the bedroom, Andrew swept me off of my feet and carried me to the bed. He has swept me off of my feet from the very beginning. I wanted him so badly. I needed him to take me, to own me. I needed him to fuck me. It’s part of our pact. I will never look at another man; ever. I’ve been his from the first moment we touched. It’s somehow alright for Donnie to take a lover. I understand that. But if I did it, it would hurt him deeply even as he gave his consent. I love him far too much to even consider it.

He tore at my clothing. He saw the need in my eyes. I saw the lust in his. We were both naked and he was there. That huge penis was again entering me in a single stroke. I was ready for him, but it always seems to overwhelm me. He went deep, then backed out and then went deeper.

He began to hump me, to pound our sexual organs together. He was fucking me, just as I needed him to. I don’t know, eventually I started to scream. His fingers were pinching my nipples, massaging my breasts.

We were dancing the dance of ultimate lust. Again he laid his claim on my soul. Again I gave it to him gladly. We will never be apart, not for a week, not for a day.

I felt him grow inside my womb. My passion erupted along with his penis. We came together in a rush of shared elation. I felt the fleeting nature of my consciousness as emotion overpowered me.

With what little reason I had left I heard myself whisper in my beloved’s ear, “death by fucking.”

— to be continued

The Making of a Porn Star Ch. 01

Anal

The Making of a Porn Star, Ch. 01

It was many years ago, when I made my first porn movie.

Author’s Note:

This is a true autobiographical story about me making my first, porn film. Everything in this story is written how it happened. Some of the characters names have been changed to protect their identities.

# # #

Desperate for money, not proud of what I had already done and what more that I had to do to earn it, I looked back at the time when I made my first, porn movie. My sexy secret to keep, not even considering the blow to my reputation at the time, the porn films that I made would survive me, always be out there, and would follow me for the rest of my life. As men had a knack of doing, out of the blue, as if I had become their unforgettable, sexual fantasy, someone always recognized me.

“Have we met,” he asked stared at me while trying to recall my face. “Sorry, but I never forget a face,” he said staring down at the impressions that my breasts made in my low-cut blouse. “You look so very familiar,” said an employer at a job interview, a stranger on the street, someone at a wedding, a funeral, or a birthday celebration with them all talking to my tits.

I swore that I’d never follow in my mother, Natalie’s, footsteps by making sex my career but here I am making porn movies and writing erotica. Go figure. Such is life.

‘Sex, sex, sex, unable to escape my violent and abusive past, overwhelming me and controlling me, my life had become all about sex,’ I thought whenever pitying my plight.

As their 18th special birthday gift to me, long after my four, much older, drunken brothers stripped me naked and had their wicked, sexual way with my nude body, I made porn films to earn a living. Long before being coerced to participate in the swinging lifestyle with my ex-husband, and long before writing erotica on Literotica, somehow, I survived my violently, tragic background. Finally, happy with who I had become, I had grown proud to be a whore. With nothing that I haven’t sexually done, if I haven’t done it, I’ve thought about doing it, and/or have written about doing it.

Yet, even though I was determined not to follow in my mother’s footsteps, I did. Instead of becoming a stripper, a prostitute, and an all-around whore, easy money acting while playing a sexy role, I made adult movies while attending college. Like mother, like daughter.

Graduating magna cum laude from Northeastern University in Boston, I earned my bachelor’s degree in English with Creative writing and English Literature as my dual minors. A long shot, I hoped that making blue movies would be a stepping stone to becoming a real actress and making mainstream movies. Alas, it didn’t happen for me in the way that it happened for others.

# # #

“Ready on the set! Ready on the set,” said the assistant to the assistant director!

Those not part of the movie, invited guests, family, friends, and onlookers, scurried away to take their places in the dark background, out of view of the camera, and away from the action. Totally dark, except for where they shot the movie on the set, with all doors closed and all windows blocked, the camera crew made sure that no unnecessary light filtered through to ruin their shots. Unless the support crew were in front of the camera and were part of the cast being filmed, it was difficult for anyone to see their hands in front of their faces.

“Quiet on the set,” yelled the assistant director looking from left to right before looking straight ahead! “Quiet on the set,” he yelled again! “Quiet on the set!”

Quickly going from everyone talking and moving about, suddenly, no one talked and no one moved. Totally quiet, there wasn’t a sound. As if there was no one there other than the dozens of people gathered behind the scenes and positioned in the dark background, and as if the studio was totally empty, everything and everyone were so surreally still and eerily silent.

“Take twenty-one, scene one. Sexy Realtor Showing Houses,” said the clapboard loader stepping forward and clapping the clapboard before stepping back and disappearing in the shadows along with everyone else.

Before rolling three cameras, checking for and looking at last second details, the director looked at his star, Susan, and at his other three actors, John, Joe, and Jim who were already in position and ready to play their parts.

“And action,” said the director pointing his finger as if it was a loaded handgun.

The camera zoomed in for closeup shots of Susan, John, Joe, and Jim.

# # #

Fade in: The shooting of the movie, Sexy Realtor Showing Houses, begins.

Free to roam the house, John and Joe looked in every room while Jim stayed with me. Then, daring himself to do so, as if ready to ask me a question about the house, putting myself at ease, John innocently walked up to me, his real estate agent, with a big, friendly smile. I returned his smile with my smile.

Clearly excited about the house, hopefully, he was ready to make an offer Escort on the property. Then, quickly changing his demeanor, suddenly making me feel uncomfortably afraid by his creepy look, staring at me as if I was naked, he leered at me. Nothing new, in the attractive and sexually appealing way that I looked, I get that a lot.

No matter where I went, between my tall stature, over six feet tall with my high heels, my naturally blonde hair, my sexy and shapely figure, and my natural, D cup breasts, men never removed their eyes from me. As if envisioning me without my clothes, and as if I stood before them naked, having gotten used to it, men always stared at me while undressing me with their eyes. I couldn’t remember when a man talked to me as a woman instead of as an object. I couldn’t remember when a man didn’t talk to my tits.

“Tell me about the house, Susan,” said John not making eye contact with my big, blue eyes but instead talking to my blouse and bra clad breasts.

Something that men were unable to help themselves from doing, as if my nipples were my eyes, men always talked to my tits. Embarrassingly annoying at first blush, I’m used to it now. Men and some women always stared at what they could see of my erect nipples through my clothes. Yet, going to the next immoral level, instead of just staring at me, John leered at me.

Honestly, with me one in a million, and, immodestly, quite the sight to behold, if I say so myself, who could blame him for staring and for undressing me with his eyes? Not embarrassed to admit it, with me sexily dressed for the role, I was catnip to men. Every man I met, whether married or single, wanted me to suck them and/or fuck them. Having grown accustomed to men staring at me, between teachers, classmates, friends, neighbors, relatives, and people on the street, it’s been like that for me all of my life.

Never trying to hide my beauty, my sexy and shapely body, and/or my sexuality, with my hair just so, my face always on, and the clothes that I wore flattering my body, an understatement, I was so very pretty. Not ashamed to admit that either, I was so sexy. I was what most men and some women wanted. No doubt, imagining themselves with me, they all imagined me being their trophy wife. They all imagined seeing see me naked and being in bed with them while having sex with them.

Not trying to hide what he wanted, John continued staring down at the impressions that my huge, D cup breasts and my erect nipples made in my bra and blouse. Again, who would blame him? As if I was a porn star, and I was, or a headline stripper, which I wasn’t, with me having the height and the same big breasted figure as my mother, indeed, if I say so myself, I was so shapely. Indeed, I was proud of my figure.

# # #

Out in the country, somewhere, and in the middle of nowhere, alone with nature and with three horny, men, the houses were spread more than two miles apart. Totally alone and isolated, surrounded by acres of land and a forest of mature trees, there was no one within shouting distance. As their realtor, I was showing John, his friend, Joe, and my coworker, Jim, a house in a desolate neighborhood.

I took all of the precautions for my own safety. I had mace at the ready in my purse and 911 on my speed dial. I told my staff where I was going and who I was going with. I did everything right. I even brought someone with me, Jim, a young, handsome man from my real estate office, who answered phones and ran all of the errands.

In the way that he looked at me and adored me from afar, clearly, Jim was sexually attracted to me, too. Happy to tag along, whenever he thought that I wasn’t looking, he stared at my big, blouse and bra clad breasts and at my shapely behind, as much as John and Joe stared at them. Especially whenever I wore a tight top or form fitting, button blouse, as I was wearing that day, my big breasts were always the center of men’s attention and sexual fantasies.

No secret there, most men and some women, for that matter, are sexually attracted to big breasted women. They can’t help themselves from looking, staring, and gawking. As if I’m standing in front of them topless, they seemed hypnotized by my big breasts and mesmerized by my erect nipples.

Still, aside from me being the center of their routine, sexual attention and their boring erotic fantasies, with me picking up on it, there was something not right. More than just staring at me, there was something wrong with the way that all three men leered at me. Uncomfortable with me driving three, horny men to the middle of nowhere, nonetheless, having done this many times before with hundreds of people that I had just met, I persevered. This was my job. Besides, Jim was my trusted and loyal coworker there to keep me safe and protect me from harm.

Eager to sell the property, a house that had been on the market for a while, against my better judgement, nonetheless, I had a foreboding feeling of doom. Ignoring my gut and playing the role of the professional realtor, I Escort Bayan drove the men to show them the property. Keenly aware and sexually savvy, I had heard of other realtors being violently attacked, stripped naked, and sexually assaulted but I never thought that that would ever happen to me. Besides, armed with a canister of mace in my purse and accompanied by another employee, the men wouldn’t dare try anything stupid.

Besides, easily identified by their automobile registration, they left their car parked out front of the office. Unbeknownst to me, it was a stolen car. After they did their dirty deed, they’d be stealing my car and driving away from the crime scene before stealing another car from someone else. I should have been more suspicious of them wearing blue, hospital gloves but with this the age of COVID, afraid to touch anything for fear infection, in addition to wearing masks, many people wore gloves, too.

Something that I never imagined that they’d do, yet, as they did with other, female realtors, they’d be leaving me behind naked and tied to a pole. Something that I hadn’t suspected, Jim was in on it, too. Playing the willing victim, an elaborate plan, he was the mastermind who had led them men to me under the guise of being their realtor. Other than the fingerprints they left behind after removing their gloves to sexually assault me, which they would surely wipe clean before leaving the crime scene, no one would ever know who they were or where they went.

# # #

Then, as if it occurred in a blur, shocking me and angering me, it all happened so fast, too fast for me to react and to stop it. Taking me by surprise, with my blouse buttons flying everywhere, John ripped open my powder blue, silk blouse to expose the tops of my abundant breasts, my long, sexy line of cleavage, and my low-cut, white brassiere. With his mouth gaping open and his eyes bugging out of his head, Jim stared at all the he could clearly see of my bra clad breasts.

I was so embarrassed. Continuing to catch me off guard, I never expected that this would ever happen to me. Too stunned to move, with one, quick, flick of his stiff, index finger, John moved his finger beneath the front of my bra. Then, in one, fast, fluid motion, seemingly, expert at lifting women’s brassieres, he lifted the front of my big, white, four, hook brassiere to expose my huge, D cup, naked breasts to their horny eyes.

Totally useless in coming to my aid, enamored with all that he was seeing of my big tits, Jim stared at my naked breasts as if he never seen a woman’s naked breasts before. Slow to react, as if it all happened in slow motion and as if I was removed from my body and watching someone else being undressed, I watched my breasts fall from my bra. Clearly cold instead of sexually excited, as if enticing them to finger my nipples and suck my nipples, my big nipples were already fully erect.

Virtually topless, my naked breasts were totally exposed to two men that I had just met and to my young, innocent and impressionable coworker. Violently violated, never have I been as humiliated. Controlling me and holding me in place by clenching the front of my upraised brassiere, John held my bra above my exposed breasts and nearly up to my shoulders while he and Joe ogled, touched, and felt my naked tits.

“What do you think of her tits, Jim,” asked John turning me to him while walking me closer to him? “She sure has big and shapely breasts, doesn’t she?”

Still holding the front of my bra with one hand, he held one of my naked breasts in the palm of his other horny hand. Then, raising my breast up for Jim to see closeup, he fingered my nipple. While letting out a diabolical laugh and squeezing my big tit in his hand, he pulled, turned, and twisted my big nipple.

Never in a million years did I think that Jim would ever see my naked breasts. As if he was staring at his mother’s naked tits or his sister’s naked tits, Jim continued staring at my naked tits, my symmetrical areolas, and my erect nipples with his mouth gaping open. With him so very young, barely twenty-one-years old, possibly, other than what he had seen online, my naked breasts may have been the first naked breasts that he had ever seen up close and in person.

“Susan has beautiful breasts,” said Jim turning red and with his eyes bugging out of his head. “I love her big tits.”

John laughed and invited Jim to touch and feel my naked breasts, too.

“Don’t be shy. This is your chance, Jim. In the way that you’re staring at them and haven’t removed your eyes from them, I know that you want to touch them, feel them, fondle them, and grope them. Go ahead and touch and feel her tits,” said John to Jim. “Susan won’t mind. She’ll even allow you to suck her nipples. Would you like to suck Susan’s nipples, Jim? You won’t mind, if Jim feels your tits and sucks your nipples, will you, Susan,” said John while staring up at me and laughing?

As embarrassed as I was sexually aroused from him feeling my tit and fingering my nipple, Bayan Escort I looked at Jim with shock before I looked down at myself with shame. I felt so humiliated that my coworker saw me topless. I was angry that John had not only ruined my beautiful, silk blouse but also, he bared my naked breasts to their horny eyes. Bad enough that John and Joe saw my naked breasts but Jim saw them, too. With me his superior, how would I ever face him in the office again?

With me nearly old enough to be his mother and with him nearly young enough to be my son, I cringed when Jim reached his horny and all too willing hand out to feel, fondle, and grope my naked tits. Then, an involuntary reaction, I screamed when he pulled, turned, twisted, and sucked my nipples. As if I was an Asian woman being violently and sexually molested by strangers on a train in Japan, I folded my body in half while quickly stepping back and trying to move away from him.

“How dare you,” I asked while directing my anger at John instead of at Jim?

I yelled while cowering and trying to cover my nakedness with my forearms and hands.

“Get away from me! Get out! Go! Leave! Find your own way back. Just go before I call the police, have you both arrested, and thrown in jail!”

Clearly frightening him, Jim stepped back to give me some space. Yet, never removing his horny eyes from my naked breasts, he still continued staring at my big tits. No doubt, something that he’d never forget for the rest of his life and something that he’d be telling his friends, he’d be masturbating over seeing me topless later and forever when he’s home alone tonight.

Clearly horny, Jim reached his hand down and felt his growing erection through his pants while staring at all that he was seeing of my breasts. With him fondling his erection through his pants, no doubt, he was thinking about me stroking him, sucking him, and fucking him. Then, unable to control himself, surprising me, instead of helping to put a stop to this, Jim voiced his sexually, inappropriate thoughts.

“I’d love for you to stroke my cock, Susan,” he said reaching out to pull, put, and hold my hand on his bulging prick through his pants. “I’d love for you to suck my prick. I’d love to cum in your beautiful mouth,” he said tracing my red, full lips with the finger of his other hand and sticking his finger in my mouth.

I pulled my hand away from his erection. Then, with Joe holding my arms, I evicted Jim’s finger from my mouth by violently shaking my head while biting down on it. Yet, giving me goosebumps and turning my stomach at the same time, I couldn’t believe that Jim wanted me to blow him. I couldn’t believe that he wanted me to suck his cock and cum in my mouth. Then, shocking me, with him such a nice and respectful, young man, Jim did something that not only made my skin crawl but also that sexually aroused me.

“I’d love to fuck you, Susan,” said Jim talking to my tits while reaching his hand beneath the front of my short skirt and lifting it to cup my panty clad pussy in the palm of his hand. He ran a slow and purposeful finger along my pussy slit. Then, pushing my panties aside with his finger and illegally raping me, he rubbed my clit before penetrating me with his index finger. “I’d love to stick my big, hard prick in your warm, wet pussy.”

By pushing against Joe, I pulled away from Jim. Hard for me to believe, my coworker was just as bad as John and Joe were. He fingerfucked me. I couldn’t believe that he fingerfucked me. It was one thing trying to fight off two strangers, but I thought that Jim was my friend. I trusted him.

Thinking that he was young and innocent, if it wasn’t enough that he was sexually attracted to me, I never thought he’d sexually assault me and rape me with his finger. I never thought that he wanted to fuck me, me to suck him, and cum in my mouth. Even when I was home along, horny, and masturbating myself, I never thought of Jim as my forbidden lover. I never imagined him feeling my tits, fingering my nipples, and fingerfucking my pussy.

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Yet, not stopping with just exposing my breasts, John stepped closer to me to touch, feel, fondle, and grope my naked breasts again while pulling, turning, and twisting my erect nipples. Much like Jim, as if John had never seen naked breasts before, he was all over my big tits with his horny hands while, I screamed, squirmed, and fought my assaulters with flailing arms while trying to get away. Able to pull away from Joe, yet, not allowing me to flee, John continued groping my breasts and fingering my nipples while his friend helped hold me in place again.

“Oh, my God. Stop. Are you crazy? How dare you,” I asked while pulling away from his friend to quickly pull down my brassiere and cover my exposed breasts? “Don’t do this,” I pleaded. “Please don’t do this.”

Covering my nakedness as best as I could, unable to wrestle my bra away from John’s hands, I held my blouse closed and in place with both hands. Backstepping towards the front door while trying to reach for my purse with my mace and car keys, I struggled to get away from the three men. Only, they were too strong and too fast for me. Not to be denied, they were too determined to have their violently, wicked, sexual way with me.

Lost to Found

Bdsm

Emily was excited to meet her friends. A new place to party and swim. Emily usually didn’t day drink, but she wanted to be a little loosened up when she got there, and it was only one glass of wine so she knew she was good to drive.

Emily stood in the middle of her room, contemplating her wardrobe choice. She knew most of the guys there, but she knew a couple of new men would be there too and, if she got lucky, she was going to get lucky. She chose a string bikini that might qualify as a hanky if the top and bottom were put together, barely covering her perfectly rounded breasts with large nipples that were made to be sucked and clamped.

Emily loved it a little rough, but rarely got what she truly loved, but loved sex so was still mostly satisfied. Tonight, Emily was determined to get what she wanted and was willing to beg for it.

She had dark fantasies that sometimes haunted her dreams, bondage, spankings, gang bangs, and forced compliance with unknown partners. On those nights she would wake up with her pussy soaking wet and throbbing with need and would try to assuage the need by sliding her dildo into her ass and pounding her pussy with the biggest dildo she owned. She would get what she wanted tonight.

She slipped a gauzy, filmy cover over her bikini that left nothing to the imagination, downed another glass of wine and ran out the door.

She got out her phone and punched in the address. She knew that it was kind of out in the middle of nowhere but figured she would have cell service so didn’t bother to download the directions. It wasn’t too far out of town. She pulled out with a feeling of excitement and sexual resolution to finally get every single thing she wanted.

Emily put the top down, turned up the radio and took a few more sips of the drink she mixed as an after thought just before running out the door. After driving for almost 45 minutes, she was starting to get a little worried. Her phone had been silent with any new instructions for about 15 minutes now. Her friend had told her around where the dirt road was that she needed to turn on to get to the swimming hole. She knew she had to have gone far enough and was ready to get off the highway, so the next dirt road that came up Emily figured that had to be it.

Her friends had promised her that her car would make it down the road and so far there hadn’t been any problems and Emily could tell that the road looked well traveled and was positive that she was on the right road.

Emily rounded a curve and there were trucks parked everywhere on the road where a new house was being built. Men were walking around and working, most in sweaty shirts plastered to some very fine bodies. As Emily slowed down to go around the trucks, she decided she would stop and ask to be sure she was on the right road.

She opened the door and stood up, stretching, and noticed that all eyes were turned on her and a tingling of sexual tension ran Escort down her spine and she truly hoped this could be the opportunity to make several of her dreams come true.

When she slid out of the car, drink in hand, she made sure her cover was pulled up to the top of her hips. One extraordinarily magnificent looking man started strolling slowly in her direction with what could only be called a sensual look in his eyes.

Emily sauntered up to one of the men with what she hoped was a sultry look that would get her what she wanted, slowly putting

“I think I’m lost. Does anyone know where there is a swimming hole around here?” Emily asked in a low throaty voice she barely recognized. “I’m supposed to meet some friends there”.

The men were starting to gather around Emily now and she could feel moisture start to form inside her pussy and start to ooze out. “No sweetheart we don’t know about any place to swim around here” one man said. Then Emily saw one of the sexiest men she had ever seen.

Emily put the straw in her mouth, sucking on the straw, never breaking eye contact with Mr. Sexy. All she knew was that she had to fuck and she had to fuck now!

Emily set her drink down and slowly pulled up the hem of her cover, catching her thumbs in the bottom of her bikini top and pulling it up above her breasts. Her nipples instantly got hard as rocks and was pulsating with the need to be pinched, bit, sucked until she was begging for mercy.

Mr. Sexy walked over to Emily and leaned down and asked oh so softly, “Are you sure you know what you’re getting yourself into?”

Emily’s response was to pull the bikini top the rest of the way off and throw it at him. The man slowly bent down and picked up her top and walked over to her.

For a split second Emily was terrified he was going to deny her the opportunity of living out her biggest fantasy; but he reached up and pulled her to his chest, kissing her like her like she had never been kissed before.

He quickly spun her around and used her bikini to blindfold her. This was really going to happen! A slight whimper escaped from Emily’s lips.

Emily heard another man say, “Jeff, you better ask her again just to make sure”. So Jeff was this sexy creatures name. Jeff leaned in, pressing his cock against Emily’s ass, “You know we are going to tie you up and everyone of us are going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, so if you’re not 100% committed to this you better speak up now because once I start, I won’t stop until I’m through”.

Emily sucked in her breath and rubbed her ass against his already rock hard cock and only had to utter one word, “Please”. And it started.

Jeff reached around and immediately buried two fingers up in Emily’s wet pussy. Emily let out a loud moan and came immediately all over Jeff’s hand, the fluid running down her leg as he continued to ram his fingers into her. Jeff then reached up and pinched her nipple Escort Bayan so hard that Emily’s knees gave out as more cum gushed out of her pussy.

She felt hands on her ass, pulling on the string of her bikini until it snapped and then the hands were rubbing the cum that had run down her leg, getting the hand wet and slick; Emily knew what was coming and relaxed her ass muscles and stepped wider to accommodate the finger that slid into her ass.

Emily was writhing and moaning in ectasy when all the hands suddenly released her. She swayed for a second and was immediately steadied, picked up and carried a few feet. She felt hands on each wrist and each ankle, and then ropes, rough and coarse against her skin, being tied to each. She was pulled and tied tightly.

Emily had never felt so exposed but so sexually alive in her entire life. God how she hoped this would last for hours! She then heard a slight wooshing sound. Jeff again was there in her ear, “I know you’re a bad girl, and all bad girls need to be spanked”.

Despite the slight feeling of fear that traveled down her spine, she felt herself start dripping cum again. Then the first hit. It was not too hard but hard enough to make Emily whimper just a little. She felt someone move between her legs and suddenly there was a hot tongue licking her wet, cum covered pussy. Emily had never felt anything so delicious and yummy in her entire life.

With each strike of the belt on Emily’s ass the man between her legs would thrust a finger into her as he continued to lick her throbbing clit. One hit, one finger. Two hits, two fingers, until Emily’s pussy was stretched and completely incapable of controlling the cum gushing out of her as the man between her legs licked and sucked her clit and continued to manipulate his hand into her pussy.

Jeff had stopped with the spanking, and someone was sucking and biting her nipples. Emily pulled and pulled on her bonds trying to pull free, to touch, to fondle a cock. She needed a cock!

Suddenly the tension of the ropes lessened, and Emily was frantic trying to get loose to get the cocks she desperately needed. Hands were then pushing her down to her knees. Emily immediately opened her mouth to lick her lips and had no sooner pulled her tongue back in when strong fingers squeezed her throat, and a huge cock was shoved down her throat. She was in heaven!

Emily loved to suck cock, just about more than anything. Emily felt someone lay their hand on the back of her head and push her to her hands and knees. The cock was immediately back down her throat, face fucking her just like she had always wanted.

She felt the head of a cock slowly start penetrating her ass until the entire huge cock was buried shaft deep in her ass. It was the largest cock that had ever been in her ass, and the feeling was indescribable.

Emily wasn’t sure she knew she could cum so hard without something fucking her pussy at the same Bayan Escort time. But as the huge cock pounded her ass Emily came over and over, begging the cock to go harder and harder into her ass.

The weight of the man behind her shifted and hands grabbed her arms and she was lifted slightly, the cock still sunk deep into her ass. Her legs were spread, and she was impaled on another cock as the man in her ass held her down, his weight pushing the cock in her pussy deeper and deeper.

Another cock was shoved into her mouth, her head held steady by firm hands. Emily had three hard cocks pounding into her body, but still she wanted more. Her greediness for cock surprising Emily.

When the cock was pulled out of her mouth for her to catch her breath, she screamed, “Oh my God please give me more cock!”

All the men inside her stopped for just a second and everything paused as they repositioned. There was one cock in her pussy and two huge cocks were attempting to push into Emily’s ass.

One cock slid in with little resistance. Emily felt slippery fingers pulling her anus wider, and then it happened. The second cock forced her asshole bigger than it had ever been stretched and the feeling was the most sexually fulfilling sensation she had ever experienced.

The friction caused by all three cocks sliding in and out of Emily’s pussy and ass sent her spiraling into uncontrolled orgasms. Emily was moaning around the cock sliding in and out of her mouth with every thrust. Her hands were grabbed and placed on cocks and she began jerking them off and another cock was back in her mouth.

Emily had six cocks going at one time and was ecstatic. Emily felt the cock in her mouth start to swell and get harder and new her reward was coming, and then there was hot cum squirting down her throat and on her face.

The men she had been jacking off began to cum and Emily felt the cum hit the sides of her face and breast, sliding down her like a warm caress.

The cocks in her ass and pussy were still pounding her and with each drop of cum that hit Emily’s skin, her pussy would spasm and she knew the ultimate orgasm was about to be hers!! She felt the pressure building to an almost unbearable level.

The cocks in her ass began to pound harder and harder and began to cum simultaneously. At that moment, as Emily was screaming, “God yes! Yes! Im cumming”, she exploded with an intensity that left her faint and weak, her cum squirting out of her extremely used, very happy, wet, cum filled pussy.

Emily was still blindfolded but she didn’t need to see to know that she was covered in cum and she felt it oozing out every hole in her body. Her blindfold was removed and there was Jeff with a clean wet towel and a lap that he pulled Emily into. He held her as he gently wiped her body clean. Emily didn’t realize she had dozed off, but when she awoke, she was in her car, alone. She stretched and smiled, enjoying the pain of having been thoroughly used.

She saw a note on her dashboard which read, “The swimming hole is just a few miles farther down this road. Please feel free to get lost anytime you want. Jeff”.

Cat joins the Family

Big Dicks

I would like to acknowledge the gratifying response my first story received, so spent more time on this one, taking what I learned, incorporating the kind remarks from you, the readers.

This story is written as a possible springboard for follow on tales based around the characters introduced here. The motorcycle club is left vague, as there are so many large and small, that I did not want to unintentionally borrow a name. More detail may come later.

I want to profoundly thank ChancesAre for looking this over, and providing advice that greatly improved the story. A lesson in the value of good editing I won’t forget.

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Cat joins the family

It was a nice spring evening, and Carol had the windows and the sliding door to the large deck open, not needing the air conditioning on. This was her favorite time of the year, this and fall, with the accompanying Halloween party. The smells and colors of nature seemed more vibrant and full. Not to mention that the boys started making more Club runs. They didn’t notice the vibe, not at all, but the runs mostly wound into the mountains on the lazy two-lanes.

She sat down on the couch next to Mike, taking a sip of her first beer of the evening. It was Friday, and Mike had chosen to stay home, rather than go to the club house. He had Sports Center on.

“Honey, I know it’s Logan’s and Cat’s night, but I would have liked to be there to see him give her her cut. It’s a big step for him, and I would have loved to see the look on her face when he slides it on.”

Mike took a swig of his Jack and Coke, and looked over at Carol, his Lady for the last six years. He knew she had wanted to be there, and truth to tell, so had he. “Yeah, I know, but it’s their night, and the guys need their space to party and welcome Cat in right. We’d just put a damper on it, besides, Gunner has it under control,” he gave a wry smile, “of course Jules is another thing.

Mike slid an arm around Carol’s shoulders, and drew her in close to him so he could nuzzle her earlobe. “I had a thought,” he murmured.

Carol slid around a little, to give him better access to her neck, and gave him a sidelong roll of the eyes. “That could be dangerous, but let’s hear it.” If it was what she thought it was, she was already reviewing movie picks in her head.

“You know Logan’s more level headed than most, so I figure he will be bringing Cathy home tonight. You’ll have a chance to welcome her this weekend, more privately. By the same token, I don’t plan on listening to the two of them howling at the moon all night, either. So I’m thinking we should party a little ourselves. You spent all day working me up, now it’s time to pay the piper. Kills two birds with one stone. We won’t hear, or care, when Logan seals the deal, and hell, they might learn something.” Mike returned to kissing under Carol’s ear, and around her throat. The hand not holding his drink was rubbing lightly over her breasts through the light sweater she was wearing.

“Hmmm, pay the piper, the man says.” Carol pulled away from Mike, turning so she could fully face him. “Sounds more like you want me to play the pipe so you can lay some pipe. It’s nice to know my feminine wiles still work!” She grabbed Mike’s glass and her empty bottle and went to the small bar for refills. “You keep on convincing me while I consider your offer, but I think it is movie night.”

Mike grinned, as he watched Carol sway as she assembled his drink. Carol was a special woman, and he loved everything about her. She was five feet seven inches tall, to his own five foot ten, and had the prettiest deep brown hair that she kept in a loose braid, for work and riding that fell to just below her shoulders. At thirty four years old, Carol’s body was softening a little from the lean girl she had been, but that suited Mike just fine. Her D cup breasts were starting to lose the battle with gravity, but they were putting up a hell of a fight. Her eyes were a lighter shade of brown than her hair, with flecks of gold at the edges if the light was right. The five or so pounds extra she was carrying just filled in her curves, giving her butt that little extra that drove him crazy.

Carol worked at the Hospital, now as a charge nurse, and she liked it. She was trauma trained, as were most of the staff. Being a military heavy area, the civilian hospital was a designated trauma center. For the last twenty years, the facility had earned a well respected reputation for not only its trauma teams, but long term care for returning wounded warriors. That’s how she and Mike had met.

Carol handed Mike his drink, and sat back down, putting her arms around him. She rubbed the small scar below his belly through his tee shirt. The bullet had hit the bottom of his armor vest, and tumbled through his guts. That had been his last tour, and he laughed now about riding a damn tank, and getting shot while collecting Iraqi prisoners. At the time, it had been serious, and she had been on Escort the team that put him back together, then kept seeing him as he went through therapy. They hadn’t dated then, as he was struggling to get his life back, and she was dealing (poorly) with her own trauma. Her husband of four years had been KIA in Afghanistan, and she had poured herself into her work, helping those that made it back, instead of dealing with her loss. She had admired the soldier who stoically dealt with the pain and surgeries, pushing himself through the rehab sessions. He was supportive of the other soldiers going through it with him; especially the young kids, now losing limbs from IEDs and such.

The docs had done a pretty good job of patching him together in country, but he needed specialized care, and putting his intestines back into working order was going to take a while. There had been other damages too; a nick in the major artery, a piece of the bullet had hit a kidney, things like that. But some good doctors were working on ways to keep wounds like this from resulting in a permanent colostomy bag. When Carol first saw him he was heavily sedated and a wreck, but as time went by, his quiet courage and determination to get past it made her notice him. He was just a little taller then she was, but as he filled back out, he became as solid physically as he seemed mentally. Broad in the shoulders and chest, he didn’t taper much down to the hips. He spent a lot of time in the gym, and his legs and arms showed it. He had a dusky complexion, befitting his Greek heritage, with tightly curled black hair, which he kept trimmed short, as he did his beard. He’d gotten a shaving exemption in the army, because he would have to shave five times a day to meet mil spec, as he called it. Abrams tanks were sealed for NBC warfare, so the brass bowed to the inevitable.

The other thing that made her notice him was his penis. One day she was doing followup after another surgery, and she walked into the exam room while he was lying nude on the exam table with just a sheet covering him from his pubes down. First she saw the thick hair covering his body that was growing back (they had shaved him prior to medevac, to look for any other wounds that might have escaped notice,) and then his noble reflexed, and the sheet tented and slipped. About average in length, she noted, but thick and solid as the rest of him. Mike turned a bright red, and tried to grab the sheet, and missed. Carol hadn’t failed to appreciate that she was the cause of his erection, but at the time, she was slipping deeper into her own personal hell, and just got on with the job.

Then one fine spring day six years ago, Mike rode into the hospital parking lot on his Harley, walked into her boss’s office, and told him he was taking her for a ride. Right the Hell now. Carol was a mess, not sleeping, losing weight, and on the ragged edge of a nervous breakdown. Rubin, her boss, had been trying to get her into therapy to deal with her own loss, but she was fighting it, so he called her to his office, and told her she had the rest of the week off. She tried stammering out her usual replies and denials, when the man in the corner said, “Look, sweet cheeks, you’ve been taking care of us for a long time. But it’s obvious that you are losing your own fight, and now it’s my turn.”

She wound up in the locker room, changing into jeans and a loose shirt. She had never been on a motorcycle before, and was nervous when Mike sat her on the back of the Wide Glide he had at the time. Then it was off to the leather shop, where he bought her boots, chaps, a beautiful jacket, several tee shirts and a couple of sweat shirts, and a helmet. That had been a Wednesday, and by Saturday afternoon, they had wound through the mountains and even hit the coast and waded in the ocean. Each evening, they had returned to the house he was fixing up, and she had spent the night in the guest room. Mike never pressured her, never assumed, but that night as he fed her grilled shrimp and steak, she had broken down and spent the night soaking his clothes and couch with her tears. He waited a month, while her healing got under way, then met her in the hospital parking lot.

“Hi, Sweet Cheeks, want to go for a ride? I need an opinion of the rear seat of my new ride.”

Mike had followed her home so she could change, then headed west on his ’13 Street Glide. She loved the rear seat. She also loved holding onto his solid waist, or as he called them, ‘Hundred mile hugs’. During his recovery he had become something of a fitness junky.

Along the way, she asked why he had a new bike. “Well, a couple of reasons. One, if you are going to be riding with me, I need more bike. Two, my son Logan is going to be moving in with me. His mother couldn’t handle him anymore, and tossed his ass. So, he will need something to ride.”

Carol was stunned, she didn’t even know he had a kid, had never seen any family except his parents during his entire Escort Bayan recovery. Wait, what was that? Riding with him? A thrill that she had forgotten that she could feel swept through her, followed by fear. Was she ready for this? Did she want this? For the next hundred miles she asked him about his son while she explored her own feelings.

It turned out that his wife had split with another man while he was overseas, taking their young son with her. The impression she had from Mike was that she was kind of an indifferent mother, and Logan ran wild. He hadn’t contested the divorce, and while he had visitation rights, she made sure that it never worked out so that Logan could come and stay for any length of time. Mike had taken leave and gone up to see him when he could, but never spoke of his ex, and rarely his boy.

Carol noticed that they had come back into the outskirts of town, but an area she wasn’t familiar with. “Where are we?” she asked. They were turning into a parking area full of bikes, outside what appeared to be a bar and grill. She noticed a small sign giving the name of the club next to the door. This must be their clubhouse.

As they parked, Mike pulled a leather vest full of colorful patches out of a saddlebag, and slipped it on. He gave Carol a lopsided grin. “I’ve got some people I want you to meet. These are the guys I ride with, and while I don’t want to scare you off, I figure that you need to get to know more about me. These are good people, mostly vets. A bunch have ladies, and they’ll be here too. Relax, and let it flow. We’ll drink a few beers, then we need to talk.”

The first thing she noticed as she followed him into the building was some kind of Club Colors on the back of the vest. As the door opened, the sounds of a jukebox and people having a good time spilled out.

“Hey Sarge!” A giant of a man waved as he yelled above the noise. “We wondered if you were going to show tonight! When are you gonna bring that wonder woman you’ve been talking about by?” The babble of conversation muted as people turned to the door, and they saw Carol behind Mike.

“Yo, Digger, if you’d pay attention, she’s here. Now I expect you all to make her feel welcome, and don’t be telling her lies about me.” Mike strode into the room and started making introductions; clasping hands with the guys, and giving hugs to the women.

Carol followed behind, at a loss, until a Polynesian woman almost as large as the giant, dressed in jeans and a tee shirt with a vest of her own on, swept over her and pulled her into a crushing hug. “Hey baby, we have been waiting for Sarge to bring you in. That man don’t say much, but he’s been like a school kid talking about you. You must be somethin’, cause he gave up that bike he loves so much, just on a possibility. Welcome to the House, I’m Cheeks, Digger’s Lady, stick with me, and I’ll introduce you around.

The next three hours were a whirlwind of meeting people, hugging, and trying to sort out her feelings. So much had happened today. Sarge, as Mike was called by his “Brothers”, kept an eye on her, brought her a beer when she needed one, but let the dozen women give her a tour, then sit her down and start getting to know each other. She wound up telling them about her husband, and they took her into a side room and let her cry it out again. When Mike came to the door to check on her, Cheeks told him that they would deliver her back when they were damn good and ready.

By the end of the night, Carol felt better than she had in years. She wasn’t sure where this was going, but she was in for the ride.

“You’re awfully quiet.” Mike’s voice pulled her back to the present.

“Just remembering some things, baby. Thinking about how lucky I am. I love you, and I’m going to bed now, and put in a movie.”

She got up and headed into the bedroom. Mike smiled, and made a drink for the road, because this was going to be thirsty work. He grabbed another beer for Carol, and walked back to their room, wondering which movie she had chosen for them tonight.

He walked into the bedroom to see Carol nude on the big bed, her head at the foot of it. A movie was already started, and it showed a couple moaning passionately as they engaged in ’69 with each other. Carol glanced at him, smirked and said, “you’re overdressed, this is an official nude zone.”

“Not a problem, babe. I’ll just toss the beer and strip.” He grinned as she waved an arm in the direction of the bedside table and turned her attention back to the hi-def Samsung wide screen TV. Setting down the drinks, he quickly stripped and lay down alongside Carol, nibbling on her sweet cheeks. The scent of her arousal was starting to permeate the room as she threw a leg over him and moved her mound over his mouth, clearly wanting to mirror the action on screen. He felt Carol’s lips kiss around the base of his already half-hard cock, then begin to lick their way up the rapidly firming shaft. He returned Bayan Escort the favor by licking and kissing the outer lips of her sex, nibbling the flesh at the crease of thigh and vulva.

They both moaned in pleasure, then Carol pulled off his face to turn around and begin planting heated kisses on Mike’s lips and face. They melted into each other, their bodies sliding and squirming to find the greatest contact. Mike returned her kisses, sucking on the tender places of throat and neck, gentle nips on an earlobe, returning to her mouth and finding her tongue.

Carol was stroking the now hard prick she found as she accepted Mike’s passionate attention. She moved so they both could see the television. It still amazed her how intensely watching porn aroused her. She had discovered Mike’s stash of movies soon after she began staying weekends with him. He had been working on a Saturday, and she had gotten bored, and started looking around for something to do while she waited for him. In a small cabinet in the master bedroom she had found a stack of dvds, so out of curiosity, had put one in. By the time Mike got home, the sheets were a wreck, and she practically raped him coming in the door. Four hours later, Mike was begging for mercy, and hunger was causing her to slow down. Eating was the only reason she let him out of the bedroom the rest of the weekend. Carol had added significantly to the stack of dvds. There was also a collection of toys in the cabinet now.

Mike loved movie nights, but had to restrain Carol from going overboard. He had learned from painful experience that he had to give it to her hard and fast, and in every way, to prevent the marathons of sex that could ensue, and make Carol useless at the hospital when it was time to go to work. He was pretty useless too, come to think of it. He had never heard of a woman that turned into a crazed sex junky from watching porn, but he wasn’t complaining, either.

Carol started by going down on him, and sucking him until he had flooded her mouth with the first load of cum. Then she spun to see the movie as Mike ate her to five mind numbing orgasms. She had loaded the player with five dvds, so there was no need to stop when one ended.

As Carol finished shuddering from the last of her climaxes, Mike slid out from under her and pulled her up to all fours, then proceeded to take her from the rear, doing his damnedest to pound her into the mattress. She was moaning and calling out passionate nothings as she pounded back just as hard. After several more orgasms, she pulled off his thick cock and shoved him back, then mounted him reverse cowgirl, and rode him through several more, until he exploded a river of semen into her scorching pussy.

Carol got out a large dildo from the stash, and kept herself at a rolling boil while Mike recovered. She knew he loved watching her pleasure herself. Then he surprised her, by sneaking up behind her and sticking a butt plug up her ass. As she screamed in surprise and the throes of an intense climax, he rolled her onto her side where she could watch the action onscreen, then proceeded to fuck her more slowly, clearly planning to take his time, holding her leg up so he could plumb her depths fully. The insidious part of his plan was that every time he drove home in her cunt, his belly slapped the plug in her butt, causing it to move and bounce inside her ass. She was cumming continuously, shivering and shaking, nearly passing out. When he finally neared his own finish, he pulled out of her, and unloaded on her face. Mike was gasping and groaning incoherently as he spurted, and the warm feeling of his spunk hitting her skin drove her over the edge again.

Mike hit pause on the dvd player, and when their breathing was approaching normal, kissed her deeply, and suggested a shower and a (non-sexual) snack. After gulping their drinks, they took a slow, sensuous shower, merely teasing each other to keep the vibe going. After eating some scrambled eggs and fruit, they returned to start all over.

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Logan found himself looking around the main room of the house nervously. There were about thirty brothers here tonight, and most of the ladies were in attendance, here to see Logan, ‘Chute’, make it official that he and Cat were an item. Cat was nowhere to be found. It was coming up on ten, and Gunner was going to shut down the music anytime. Logan had Cat’s vest, but no Cat. Poison and Ivy had taken Cat into the back room and passed her vest out to Trish, who acted as the clubs seamstress, to get the new patches sewed on

Cheeks, Digger’s Samoan wife, a large but still sexy woman of 6’2″ brushed by him. “Poison Ivy will have her out in a minute. They got carried away with their distraction, but it’s all good. I’m letting Gunner know now.” She patted him on the butt as she slid by grinning, and headed for the bar.

Bonz stepped close to be heard over the jukebox and random conversational noise, “Dude, don’t be so damn nervous, she ain’t run yet, and it isn’t like you are getting married. Digger says go to the end of the bar, and he’ll get it started.” Bonz slapped him on the back of the head with a shit eating grin, and dove back into the sea of people.

Une fête qui commençait bien

Asian

Une fête qui commençait bienchapitre 2 et fin Et moi voilà donc dans l’eau, avec une gaule d’enfer, à observer mes deux potes qui sont sacrément passés à la vitesse supérieure, puisque Jessica suce doucement la bite de Ludo, pendant que celui-ci la doigtait avec application.Nous, on a donc commencé à les encourager, c’était la première fois qu’on voyait ça, on était tous bourré et ça nous excitait pas mal. Ludo a alors ramené la chatte de Jessica sur son visage, et, tout en restant sur le transat, il a commencé à lui bouffer pendant qu’elle le suçait de plus en plus vigoureusement.Les seins de jess, assez impressionnants, à peine plus petits que ceux de Noémie, se frottaient contre le torse de Ludo, et on le voyait mettre du cœur à l’ouvrage, donnant de grands coups de langue sur le clito de Jessica, qui le prenait toujours en gorge profonde.Marc est alors sorti de la piscine, s’est assis à côté d’eux et a commencé à se branler doucement, Ludo pas gêné continuait de lui bouffer le minou. Marc a alors caressé le dos de Jessica, puis a appuyé sa tête pour qu’elle pompe bien la queue de son pote, la soirée commençait à virer grave à l’orgie…Et c’est là que fut le climax de la soirée. Je décidais de m’avancer dans l’eau vers Noémie, et de tenter Escort une approche. Mais Claire me prit de court. Oui, Claire, l’élève la plus timide de la classe, la petite blonde aux yeux marrons, toute menue. Et bien elle souleva Noémie pour la déposer au bord de la piscine, puis, lui écartant doucement les cuisses, elle se logea entre elles et commença elle aussi à la butiner, je vis la chatte de Noé s’ouvrir délicatement, et Claire lécha ses lèvres avec attention, faisant entrer sa langue à l’intérieur, puis remontant vers son clito tout gonflée. Noémie jeta sa tête en arrière et caressa les cheveux de son amie, lui demandant plus vigoureusement de la lécher, plus profondément. Ce que Claire fit, faisant entrer ses doigts comme ceux de Ludo, mais avec plus de douceur, de tendresse.Je restai dans la piscine, queue dressée, ne sachant pas quoi faire… j’observai les deux scènes sans savoir où me placer, j’étais là comme un con, pendant que…Ludo et Marc avaient décidé de s’associer pour contenter la belle Jessica, qui ne refusaient pas une telle offre. Elle s’était donc redressée, mise à 4 pattes et les deux l’avaient entourée, Marc d’un côté, lui offrait sa bite et elle était ravie de le pomper, sa queue était un poil plus grosse, Escort Bayan et elle s’agitait de haut en bas de manière vigoureuse. Pendant ce temps, Ludo avait enfilé une capote et baisait la demoiselle dans une levrette endiablée, elle se mit rapidement à gémir sous les coups de boutoir de mon pote. Elle prenait grave son pied et les deux gars ne lui laissaient pas une minute de répit, elle bouffait sa queue et quand elle le sentait suffisamment excité, elle lui demandait de la baiser pareil, pendant qu’elle reprenait la queue de Ludo comme au départ, quelle salope !Claire et Noémie, ma Noémie, étaient donc lesbiennes. Elles étaient maintenant tête bêche et elles se bouffaient à la fois la chatte, mais aussi le cul, de manière sauvage. Je me serai cru dans un véritable film de boules, avec tous ces gens qui criaient qui gémissaient, qui prenaient leur pied.Je faisais alors comme Marc, je m’asseyais pas loin des deux filles car me mélanger avec les gars ça me branchait pas du tout et je les observais, je les matais queue bien droite à quelques centimètres. Devant moi j’avais le magnifique cul de Noémie, et juste à côté le visage de Claire, qui, entre deux coups de langue et de doigts, se mit à me regarder en souriant. Bayan Escort Elle voyait que j’étais excité et elle eut enfin un mouvement vers moi, elle attrapa mon sexe le fit passer sur le cul de Noémie et se mit à le sucer, tout en continuant de doigter ma belle. Évidemment ce n’était pas ce que j’avais prévu, mais j’avais quand même la bite collée sur le cul de Noémie et je me faisais pomper par une jolie nana, qui, même si elle n’avait pas le même physique que sa copine, avait quand même un bon coup de langue et savait comment gober mes couilles délicatement. Je me laissais faire, fermant les yeux, essayant d’oublier les deux gars qui baisaient une nana pas loin ; ils étaient en train de se faire branler par elle, retenant leur éjaculation…Claire continuait de me branler, quand soudain Noémie, qui venait de faire jouir Claire, me regarda et ouvrit alors sa chatte devant moi« Allez, arrête de me mater et viens me la mettre, j’aime aussi les garçons tu sais »Wahou génial. Claire saisit alors ma bite et la mit dans le sexe de Noémie, sans que j’eus le temps de mettre une capote, je me mis à la baiser sur le côté, sous le regard de Claire qui donnait des coups de langue au clito de No et à ma queue qui sortait et entrait. Avec un tel spectacle, je ne mis pas longtemps à gicler et j’eus juste le temps de sortir ma queue avant de juter sur le visage de Claire qui reçut tout mon foutre, hilare.Voilà comment se finit la soirée, une belle première orgie pour un bac réussi !Fin

Maman est une pécheresse, chapitre 1

Amateur

Maman est une pécheresse, chapitre 1Résumé : les mésaventures d’une maman libertine et de son fils bigotLorsque je suis revenu du lycée après, comme chaque soir, un détour par l’église, j’ai trouvé Maman une fois de plus, presque nue – du moins en dessous de la ceinture, car elle avait gardé son vieux T-shirt qui sentait le stupre et la cyprine à plein nez – devant la télé, en train de regarder un porno où une belle nymphomane en chaleur se faisait prendre et gang-bang et par tous les orifices par une meute de mecs aux chibres gigantesques qui s’en donnaient à cœur joie pour la couvrir de leurs flots de semence épaisse. Elle s’appliquait à se masturber à l’aide d’un gros godemiché rouge translucide qu’elle s’enfonçait dans l’anus et, visiblement, elle s’en délectait. Elle était si concentrée sur son plaisir solitaire, tout en gémissant et en se léchant les babines, qu’elle ne m’avait pas entendu rentrer. — Maman, lui ai-je reproché, pourquoi passes-tu ton temps à te vautrer dans la luxure ? Tu sais bien que le péché de chair est un péché mortel, pourtant ? Elle a sursauté en entendant ma voix, puis elle s’est replongée dans son plaisir solitaire. — Oh, ferme-là, Stéphane ! Oui, tu vois, je suis une cochonne, et j’assume. — Il est dit dans l’Ecclésiaste, au chapitre 25 : c’est par la femme que le péché a commencé et c’est à cause d’elle que tous nous mourons.Vautrée sur le canapé familial, elle s’est tournée vers moi, les cuisses ouvertes en grand sur sa Escort chatte poilue par laquelle j’avais vu le jour dix-huit années plus tôt. Elle a ouvert sa vulve entre deux doigts afin de mieux me l’exhiber, luisante de mouille, dans toute son indécence. Les parfums puissants de son onanisme se sont exhalés dans le salon. Malgré ma volonté de me préserver de ce désir tabou, je ne pouvais pas m’empêcher de bander. — La jolie bosse à l’entrejambe de ton pantalon, s’est-elle exclamée ! S’il-te plait, ton chéri, montre-là moi, que ta maman te suce jusqu’au fond de sa gorge, comme ça ! Avec son gode, elle a mimé la fellation en mode gorge profonde qu’elle se proposait de me prodiguer, tout en continuant à caresser son clitoris entre pouce et index, à travers le fourreau. Le Diable m’a soufflé à l’oreille que je pouvais me mettre à genoux devant ce succube maternel afin de sucer à pleine langue ce beau sexe accueillant. Après tant de jours passés à m’abstenir de masturbation et à m’abîmer dans la prière afin d’échapper à la tentation, j’avais si soif de féminité que j’en devenais fou. Irais-je jusqu’à me prosterner devant ce totem de la tentation de la chair qui m’est, plus que toute autre, interdite ? — Arrière, Satan ! Car il est écrit : c’est devant le Seigneur ton Dieu que tu te prosterneras, et c’est lui seul que tu adoreras (Matthieu, 4). — C’est vrai que je suis une pècheresse, a reconnu Maman. Je mérite d’être châtiée pour cela. Tu pourrais Escort Bayan me flageller, par exemple. — Tu serais capable d’aimer ça ! — Oh que oui. Ah, regarde-moi bien, je jouis : c’est si bon quand tu me regardes me branler ! Tu m’inspires. Je devrais faire ça plus souvent. Elle s’est enfoncée à nouveau le gode dans l’anus, puis l’a brusquement retiré en poussant un profond soupir d’aise. Une source de mouille jaillit de son vagin ouvert. L’orifice anal est resté béant, avec des petites convulsions au niveau de la rosette. Maman est restée inerte quelques instants. Pas de doute : elle venait d’éprouver un fabuleux orgasme, démultiplié par ma seule présence, sans même que je la touche. La petite mort dans toute sa splendeur. Je transpirais, pris d’une fièvre sexuelle incontrôlable. Dans mon caleçon, je bandais comme un cerf en rut. Quand Maman a repris ses esprits, elle a sucé son objet de plaisir sur toute la longueur, jusqu’à se l’enfoncer au creux de la gorge – il était long d’au moins trente centimètres – sans paraitre en souffrir le moins du monde. L’antre anal restait béant, obscur comme la noirceur du Malin, et dégageait de fabuleuses fragrances de fornication qui m’envoutaient. L’espace d’un très court instant, j’ai vu passer un éclair rouge dans yeux de ma mère. — Allons, mon petit, mon joli, mon chéri, viens dans le bras de Maman pour te faire câliner un peu le sexounet ! Comme un robot, en serrant très fort la petite Bayan Escort croix de bois que je portais autour du cou, je me suis avancé d’un pas. Doucement, pour ne pas me brusquer, elle a abaissé la braguette de mon jeans et tiré sur l’élastique du caleçon. Ma verge a jailli comme un oiseau dont on ouvre la cage. Elle était tout humide de rosée. — Elle est magnifique, s’est extasiée Maman en saisissant ma virilité dans sa main. Hypnotisé par ces blandices, j’ai fermé les yeux. Arrivé à ce point, malgré tous mes efforts et mes prières quotidiennes, il me devenait impossible de résister plus longtemps à l’attrait de la chair. L’orifice vaginal m’attirait comme le trou noir central attire les étoiles du bulbe galactique. Le mien de bulbe a ruisselé en abondance lorsque, vicieusement, connaissant les faiblesses de ma chair, Maman a enfoncé un index vicieux dans l’excavation de mon cul, pour masser ma prostate. Mes cheveux se sont dressés sur ma tête. La bouche maternelle se rapprochait lentement de mon vit, et déjà, je me sentais près d’exploser. — Là, tout doux, a-t-elle murmuré. Essaie de te retenir pour ne pas venir trop vite : ce serait dommage. Les lèvres exquises de douceur ont enveloppé mon gland, puis toute la bite, jusqu’à la racine. Je suis resté figé, puis je me suis cambré et j’ai poussé le même râle qu’un homme sur le point de trépasser. L’enfer de la volupté ressemble-t-il donc tant ai paradis ? Elle a bu tout ce que j’ai déversé dans sa bouche. C’était à devenir fou de plaisir. Le porno continuait à déverser son torrent de débauche. L’actrice était plutôt jolie entre les mains d’une dizaine de satyres noirs. J’ai bandé à nouveau, mûr pour ce cul maternel si accueillant. À suivre.