We Both Agreed Oral Only?When my husband brought up the concept of going to a swingers club I was appalled. Not for some biblical reason or anything like that, but appalled that he would think so little of our marriage that he would want to do this. It all started when we tried to break the monotony in the bedroom. We tried dirty talking but I really wasn’t that into it. Yeah I would say things like “Fuck me” and “empty your load in me” but nothing of the nature that he would talk about. He would talk about me blowing another guy in front of him or something like that. One time I played along and mentioned “sloppy seconds” and he went over the edge quick.The problem was I used to be that girl. I had very low self-esteem growing up and I did things with guys so they would like me. I even played it off that I was cool with open dating so they would think I was cool. I didn’t realize how it was killing my relationships with female friends (I was dating some of their exes) and didn’t realize that what I was doing was being used. I didn’t mind, because I was orgasming all the time. In that period of time I had two abortions (that my husband doesn’t know about) and to this day I have no idea how I never got an STD. Maybe it was because I was in a small town.When I got married, things started to change. I was less adventurous in the bedroom. I rarely gave him a blow job to completion and anal sex became off the table. I stopped dressing up for him because, frankly, I thought it was disrespectful for him to ask me to wear those things.So, after our third k** was born I got my tubes tied. I had to have a C-section so we figured we would do it right then and there. I thought the idea of sex without the risk of pregnancy would be liberating, but my libido dropped more than ever. It wasn’t like my husband was a slob or anything. To be honest, I was the one who gained weight and stopped taking care of myself. So, at first when he talked about swinging, I thought it was because he wanted to be with someone else. As we discussed the concept, though, I could tell he got very turned on talking about me with another man.When he brought up the idea of a “soft swing” I let my guard down a little. He told me that a soft swing was where you could do oral with someone else, but not full penetration. Granted, I really didn’t want to go down on him much, let alone someone else, but I relented knowing that he was interested and I thought it would be great to have someone go down on me. As he broached the subject more and more, I learned that he had contacted a couple that hosted “swinger parties” and my nerves were on edge. How far was he going to take this? He let me trade emails with the hostess and she put my mind at ease. It was great to see she looked like a normal middle-aged woman. It was also great to hear her say that “no means no” and that it wasn’t an open invitation for people to do what they wanted. She also said that since we were coming as a couple she would make sure my husband “was taken care of” as I had read that a lot of single men leave these places rather frustrated because the ratio of women to men is pretty low. In fact, I guess they charge a big dollar amount for a single man, but women and couples are free – they just have to bring their own drinks.Before I knew it, the day had arrived. We weren’t sure how late it would go, so we arranged a sitter all night. The place was a little out of town, so we booked a room nearby figuring we could either sleep it off or have passionate sex. I had seen several pictures of ladies and couples at these things and one thing was certain – a lot of the women were dressed sexy. In fact, some of the outfits were the same ones my husband wanted me to wear. So, I played along and got into one of those outfits – thigh highs, garters, corset, makeup – and put a dress on over it. I could tell that it angered my husband a tad to see me dressed like that knowing it was for someone else, but not him, but I could tell he was also conflicted. In truth, one of the reasons I did it was to get back at him a little. I knew that in several hours he was likely to have his dick in some woman’s mouth and I didn’t know if I could go down on another guy. It was odd being dressed like I was, knowing where we were going to go and what we were going to do, while tucking my k**s in bed. This party didn’t start until 11:00 pm.We pulled into a rather sparsely populated area, but there was a large gravel parking area and a lot of cars were parked there. I was really nervous, even though I had made myself a large rum-and-coke for the road. I wasn’t quite tipsy when I got there, but I was feeling it a little. We were greeted at the door by Lynn, the hostess. She said her husband was still getting ready and we would meet him later. It was a large house with a large entertaining area right when we walked in the door. A few couples had masks, but most didn’t. It was then that I got my first thought of “What if someone recognizes me” as everything seemed so far away with the location and everything. Turns out, nobody did, but it didn’t keep me from looking closely in the eyes of those people with masks.Lynn was a very gracious host. She explained how many bedrooms there were and how the community alcohol area went. She said we could share or use our own. She also talked about the different options on the rooms. Some rooms you could lock. If you wanted to have sex with someone, but just one person, you could lock the door. In other rooms you could be watched and still others you could go to for full participation. In reality, any room could be for anything. You just needed to lock a door and, if you didn’t want to be seen, choose a room without a window. An open room meant that you were willing to consider group options, but you still could say no. We happened upon one couple having sex and there were several people watching them and making out – almost like they were using it as foreplay. I’ll admit that I was turned on a bit, but a tad intimidated by all the people watching.As if reading my mind, Lynn turned to my husband and said, “If you are worried about performance anxiety – and a lot of first time guys are – don’t worry. The ladies here understand and will be happy to go with you to a private room.”I asked about the Şişli Escort “soft swing” option we had mentioned before and if it would be difficult to find people to do that with. Lynn responded with, “That shouldn’t be a problem at all. In fact, I am pretty sure there are about 20 guys who would love to go down on you – and you them – right now.”When I enquired why, given that some of these ladies were clearly more attractive than me, Lynn simply said, “New blood. A lot of guys here are here just for some strange and you would be someone they haven’t had before. Don’t worry, Mark,” she said to my husband, “You will more than enjoy yourself.” With that, Lynn handed me a drink and I downed it before she turned back around. A wry little smile crossed her face but she simply said, “Let me introduce you to my husband.”Tom was dressed in a suit that you didn’t just pick up at Men’s Wearhouse. This thing was a $2000 suit and he had the jewelry to go with it. Though he was in a suit I could tell he was built and I even got a little wet when Lynn mentioned that Tom was late getting back from the gym. I could tell that Tom was interested in me and apparently Lynn could too, because she said, “Mark, why don’t I introduce you to some ladies while Tom escorts your wife around.”Oddly, I wasn’t jealous at this point. I could tell that Lynn was watching him and she certainly did have “blow me” lips and lipstick on. If Mark got a hummer from her, I would be fine. More than fine, actually, because she seemed nice. I also wanted some time alone with Tom. Tom escorted me around, but never broke contact with me. It was almost like he was saying, “here is a new lady, and I get her first.” He actually was quite the host – and a gentleman. We didn’t talk about sex, even though it was going on all around us. What was more impressive was that every time my wine glass was empty, a guy in a tuxedo came in filled it up for me. With the music playing, the socializing, etc., it felt like a giant cocktail party. All the while this hot, clearly powerful man was escorting me around like I was the queen of England.When he finally introduced me to most of the people and showed me the house, he asked me, “What is your objective for the evening?” This caught me off guard, and I could tell he realized it by following up with, “I mean, are you curious about the club, here to watch, here to be a voyeur with your partner or here to try something new?”The confident, matter-of-fact way he asked the question put me at ease even more. It wasn’t like he was a horny teenager looking to get some, but rather a confident man who wanted to make me comfortable. I then explained to him that we had made an agreement to soft swing and Tom casually said that a lot of couples liked to do that – at least the first few times. “You get the feeling of being with someone new without emotional connection that face to face intercourse can bring.” He followed up with, “Was there a certain type of person you were looking to meet?”I took the bait. I said, “An attractive, well-dressed man who likes to take his time.” I actually blushed when I said this as he could clearly tell I was coming on to him directly. If he saw me blush in the dim lights, he didn’t let on. He simply followed up with, “Did you want to go to a private room or a more public one?”I honestly hadn’t thought about that. I guess I was thinking my husband and I may be in the same room or maybe privately in adjoining rooms. For the first time I was curious as to what my husband was doing and I asked about checking in on him. Tom seemed to know where he was because in short order he motioned me into a room without a door and I could see the hostess, in thigh-highs and Fredrick’s of Hollywood outfit laying on her back clearly enjoying being eaten out by my husband. Two things were clear – 1) She was enjoying it very much and 2) He hadn’t been on the receiving end yet because his cock was as hard as I had seen it in a long time. Maybe had he been getting a blowjob I would have been jealous of him, instead, I was kind of jealous of her.Tom guided my by the elbow and we silently left the room. He looked at me and I said, “A room like that will be fine, and he took me upstairs to what I can only guess was his private bedroom and he opened the door and left it open. He then casually brushed my cheek and leaned in to kiss me. I didn’t think about this until that moment, but my husband and I never really set a boundary on kissing. My first thought was from the movie Pretty Woman and how we shouldn’t kiss because it was too emotional, but I longed to be kissed. Tom clearly took his time and it must have been 15 minutes of us making out before he finally unzipped my dress and it fell off of me. There I was in the lingerie from earlier in the evening and horny as hell. Tom was very pleased with the outfit, but not in a leering sort of way. More like he was impressed with the way it looked on me. We went back to kissing and I undid his shirt and removed it to reveal a hairy chest. I then undid his belt and zipper and he allowed his pants to fall down to his waste. I could tell by the bulge in his underwear that he was as turned on as I was.At this point I would normally drop down to my knees, but Tom would have none of that. He picked me up and gently laid me on my back across the bed rather than top to bottom. He kissed my breasts and slowly and gently began kissing me down my body until he was between my legs. I could feel the moisture in my freshly shaven pussy and gave a slight gasp and shudder when he finally slid his tongue into my cunt. It felt so good as he explored every inch of my pussy with his mouth before I felt his tongue against my clit as he slid a finger in side of me. Suddenly I became obsessed with this overwhelming desire to please him first. Normally I dreaded giving blow jobs to my husband and would usually give them to him first so that I would still be horny and he could go down on me. While I had that going through my head, I also was struck with this incredible desire to show Tom how much I appreciated him. I lifted up his head, looked him in the eyes and said, “lie down on the edge of the bed.” Tom was smart enough to not question me and he did as he was told. I slid off his underwear to reveal Şişli Escort Bayan a cock that I could tell was a little longer, but a lot thicker than my husbands.For the first time I was nervous with Tom. I was afraid that I wasn’t going to be able to take him all in, but also afraid that I wouldn’t be able to please him. To show him how much I appreciated him, I said to him, “I think I should be down on my knees where I can properly do my duties.” This is something I would have never said or have done for my husband. As much as he enjoyed me being on my knees while I blew him, I hated it. It felt like a servant when I did that. With Tom, however, I wanted to be his servant. I wanted to please him. After running my tongue over his whole shaft and tasting the pre-cum form the tip of his cock, I finally worked up the never to take him in my mouth.Fortunately, the fact that he was much thicker than my husband didn’t stop me from taking him in. Before long I was cupping his balls and burying his cock further and further into my throat. I tried and tried to take it deeper, almost to the point of gagging, but I reached as far as I could and set my rhythm on that depth. While keeping my pace and pressure as consistent as I could, I started to feel Tom tighten up which told me he was getting close to cumming. In true gentlemanly fashion, he said, “Oh God, Andrea, I am going to Cum.!” I think he must have been expecting me to pull off of him, but I kept going and allowed him to release his full load into my mouth. I even kept up the stroking with my hands to make sure that I didn’t miss a single drop. Without choking or gagging, I swallowed his salty load, and continued to suck until I was sure to have it all. I looked up at him and smiled with pride.Tom smiled too, but said, “You are going to be one popular lady around here if you give blow jobs like that and swallow.””But what else would I do? Besides, it wouldn’t be lady like to spit” was my coy response. I didn’t mind swallowing, heck, once it is in your mouth it doesn’t matter. I knew a lot of girls hated to swallow. This was a lesson I learned early on in high school.With that comment, Tom said, “Look at me; I am being a very terrible host. I think it only appropriate for me to finish what I started.” God was I still horny. Even with the time spent giving head, my pussy was still throbbing and I couldn’t wait for him to go down on me again. Tom kissed me on the mouth appreciatively and laid me across the bed again before going to town on my pussy. It didn’t take me long to cum myself, but it was the kind of orgasm that I knew would keep going, so I looked down at Tom and begged him to keep going. In just a bit longer I felt another wave coming on and I realized that I was having a multiple orgasm for the first time in years. All of a sudden, the dirty girl who married my husband started to come out and the dirty talker came out with her.As my third orgasm started to build I announced, “I need to have your cock in me NOW!!” I don’t know what I expected, Tom had just come in my mouth 15 minutes ago, but I was desperate to have that thick cock in me. Tom did not disappoint. Maybe he took a blue pill or something, but when he stood up I could see that his cock was ready for me. He slid his cock into me with on full thrust and quickly I started to build again. Tom kissed me as he buried his cock in me and I announced, “I need my cunt filled up.” Tom lifted my legs up and started to bury his cock in me from a more or less standing position. It was here that I got my first surprise of the day. I wasn’t expecting it, but when it happened, I got even more turned on. While Tom was burying his cock in me another guy came over and slid his cock into my filthy mouth. It was apparent he had been with another woman because I could taste her pussy on his cock, but I sucked on that baby and closed my eyes as he released his own load into my throat. That time I gagged, as it was a little bitter, but I wanted to show Tom how great I was in bed and I swallowed that load down as well – at least what went in my mouth. The rest was all over my face.When I opened my eyes I realized that there were 10 men in the room, all naked and looking like they were ready to have their shot at me. I must have clenched up when I saw this or went into slut mode because Tom felt my pussy grip his cock and unloaded his 2nd load of the night into me. But I needed more cock and within seconds of Tom letting loose, another guy stepped in and said, “I have always wanted sloppy seconds with a hot slut. I couldn’t resist. I didn’t want to resist. The second uncovered cock of the night was sliding into me and I could feel it ride through Tom’s cum.”Oh God,” I yelled, “Bury your cock deep in me. I need more cum inside of me. “I would have been more vocal, but I heard someone say, “She’s a swallower” and I soon found another cock in my face. This one wasn’t as big, but the position was awkward and I couldn’t get him in while the other guy was fucking me. I was giving him a half hand-job, half blow-job and I could tell he was in the point between teased and frustrated. I didn’t care, I was orgasming again and I could feel more and more fluid run out of my wet cunt and into the crack of my ass. That guy sure made a mess as he pulled out.As I turned my attention back to the blowjob, I felt two strong hands readjust me and prepare to enter me. Wanting to give the cock in my mouth the attention it deserved, I didn’t pay attention right away, but as the thickest cock I ever felt started to enter me, I looked up and saw that it was a guy from my office building. This was not someone I knew well, but it was someone who had tried to hit on me months ago and whose advances I shut down. He knew exactly who I was. As I looked in his eyes, I not only saw the look of lust, but the look of someone who had gotten to open his Christmas present after weeks of sitting under the tree. I wasn’t about to resist, and god did his thick cock feel good while at the same time stretching me out in ways I had never felt. Once again, I sort of ignored the cock in my mouth as I stared into the eyes of my lover. I rubbed his chest in a loving fashion and tried to pull his head into kiss me – something he resisted because of all the cum Escort Şişli on my face. As he looked into my yes, something switched and he said, “I knew you were the slut I fantasized about” and started pounding me as hard as he could. I was about ready to cum again myself, but he pulled out of me and stuffed his cock in my mouth. “Swallow it, you bitch.” I almost gagged with the volume of cum he filled my mouth with, but I took it all down. The look of satisfaction on his face was not just of a guy who busted his nut, but the look of a guy who finally got the hot chick in school.The other gentlemen I had neglected with my mouth asked if I would be interested in riding him. I nodded my approval and he slid on the bed. I crawled on top of him and despite the fact that there must have been cum on my face, he kissed me as passionately as ever. I felt so in love as he made out with me, even though I was clearly just getting off. As I stroked a little I slid up his body and rode him more or less cowgirl style. As I said, he wasn’t as big as others, but by sitting up, he certainly could penetrate me more. I came again and out of pure exhaustion, I fell back over him, all the while he was playing with and sucking my breasts. This man seemed so patient, passionately so. He would look me in the eyes and kiss me like he was my long-lost boyfriend. I went with it because my husband hadn’t looked at me like that for years. Our passion went from fucking to love-making and he took his time and my pussy flowed freely.It was then that I saw Tom again and I smiled up at him like a schoolgirl. “I guess I went a little too far?””Not as far as I’m concerned,” was his response. “The question is how far you are willing to go with me?”I knew what he meant and I wasn’t about to resist. I didn’t say I thing, I just nodded my head and smiled at him as he walked around behind me. Tom placed the head of his yet-again, erect penis and pushed it slowly into my clearly lubricated ass. My husband and I had anal sex before, and I had it with a few guys before him. It had been many years, though, and this was a first for me as I was still riding the guy below me.I felt full, but not in pain. More so, I felt in love as I had two strong men in me. The extra tightness or just the sure magnitude of the event seemed to bring new life to the guy I rode. He pulled my face towards me and kissed me deeply as he came in a long and somewhat stuttered orgasm. I thought it would be awkward for him as Tom continued to go to town on my ass, but the man below me continued to kiss me. As Tom buried himself with one full thrust, I lifted my head up and caught my husband watching me. I could not tell if he was pissed or turned on, but just then a guy who was jacking off shot a load across my face and all over my hair.Tom dismounted me with a slight “pop” and motioned for the other men to follow him out of the room. There was no doubt to the other men in the room that he was in charge, and based on the fact that my asshole was still open I knew he was, too.My husband was the first to move. I felt frozen there on all fours, even as the door quietly shut and clicked. Tom walked around me as if taking a look at a car he may purchase. I was ashamed that I had broken the rules and even more ashamed that I had cum dripping out of every orifice. He didn’t say a word; he simply undid his pants and stood behind me. With quite a shock to my system, he took his right and slapped me across my right butt cheek. I screamed a little, but did not move. With one full motion he slid his dick into my cunt and grabbed my hips.He then started with the dirty talk. “Oh, I knew you were a nasty little slut. Here you were supposed to let some guy eat you out and I find you fucking a bunch of them. You liked it, didn’t you? You liked being a whore.”I couldn’t deny it. I loved it. “Oh yes. I liked letting them use me. I loved having all those cocks inside of me.”I had no idea how long he was watching, but he must have seen enough. He pulled out his and stuck it in my mouth. I sucked away at it even though I knew the cum from at least 3 guys was coating it. He continued to talk dirty to me, but I was lost in the passion. I hadn’t wanted to suck his dick like that in years. Before long, I thought he was going to blow and I prepared myself for another salty load, but he stopped. He slid back behind me and started to fuck me again. “You like giving me sloppy seconds.” He bellowed.I got even more into character. “Seconds? How does it feel to have all those guys loads of cum inside your wife’s precious little pussy. I know you like knowing you are pushing their cum deeper into me. I let those guys cum deep in my pussy and you liked it you sick freak.”Again, I thought he was going to blow, but he held off. It was then that he quickly slid his cock out of my pussy and buried it hard in my ass. Either because Tom’s cum was drying or I was just so stretched out, it hurt like hell. I felt like my ass was being ripped open, but I didn’t resist. It had been years since I let him fuck my ass and I wasn’t going to stop him after he watched me fuck Tom like that. I loosened up a little, but the grimace was still on my face. I actually buried my face in the sticky sheets trying to make the pain more bearable. The more I seemed to groan, the harder he pumped, until at last he pounded me in several quick and rhythmic strokes and shot his load in me.With a feeling of both pain and relief he pulled his cock out and I just lay in that position. It was then I felt him grab my hair and pull my mouth to his cock. I wasn’t about to resist and he took his slimy flaccid cock and stuck it in my mouth. I thought he just wanted the control of making me clean it, but he started to get erect again. While I didn’t give it my all, I still tried, but there was no way he was could to cum again? Who knows how many times he had already cum that night.As quickly as he started, he stopped and came again into my mouth as I swallowed his cum, then he helped me to my feet without saying a word. I looked a mess. My thigh highs were ripped and my corset was down at my waist. Fortunately, my dress was neatly hung up on a hook and he helped me put it on. He then casually escorted me to the door.We didn’t see any of the hosts and I am not certain if I would have said goodbye. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, but it was time for us to leave. Tom didn’t say two words to me until we got back to the hotel. Once there he pointed to the shower and said, “Clean up.” I then crawled into bed and fell asleep right away.

I was 58 before I lost my virginityMy parents were strict Jehovah Witnesses. I don’t know how the JWs are now but back then they had a very peculiar view of sex, I was born eight years after my parents married, and now wonder if they actually knew what to do in bed. My mother told me in later life that after I was born they had a visit from the Elders from the Kingdom Hall who warned them about having sex for bodily sinful pleasure as any such activity should be restricted to bringing c***dren into the world to the service of Jehovah. The lecture obviously had desired effect as I was an only c***d. Sex was never discussed and my first period when I was 12 came as a big shock to me as I thought I was dying. My mum soon initiated me into the secrets of womanhood which then consisted mainly of tying a strip of old sheet round your waist and between your legs and washing what Mother called my kitten regularly.Father was the manager of a pot bank at a local china factory in Stoke on Trent where we lived and mother ran a Şirinevler Escort small grocery shop which we lived above. Father died of a heart attack at the breakfast table when I was 16. I was studying for my school certificate exams at the local all-girl grammar school at the time. I did pass with distinction in all subjects but Mother had a breakdown which meant I had to take over the shop and forget plans of attending university and becoming a journalist.After a couple of years Mother recovered enough to manage the shop and I got a job at my father’s pot bank learning plate painting. My fellow workers were all girls who were a jolly bunch always laughing and full of hair-raising stories of their adventure with boys. I didn’t join in as the JW influence was still strong in my mind, but I did listen, and this was my sex education.To me with my upbringing it was like a religious revelation that I would actually take another person, another human being inside me. I was surprised to hear that Escort Şirinevler boys had a thing that was meant to go inside girls and that they only had the one hole for peeing and sexing. From the description of some of the boy’s things I didn’t see how one of those could possibly go inside me. I had of course discovered my clitoris and had been guiltily masturbating quite regularly but it was obvious that anything larger than my finger was not practicable, especially the huge things the girls were boasting about.A lot of the talk was about how to enjoy boys without getting pregnant. The favourite method seem to be letting the boy use his fingers between your legs and then put his thing in your mouth to squirt, and swallowing was the best way of keeping your best dress clean. I always wondered what I should do if a boy peed in my mouth instead of squirting. Some girls said if you let a boy put his thing in your bum it was almost the same as proper sex and safe, but others would know of Şirinevler Escort Bayan a girl who had got pregnant as some of the boy’s semen had found it’s way into her vagina. The fear of pregnancy hung over the girls all the time.As for me I had never even spoken to a boy, although being among the pot girls certainly aroused my interest, and when I saw an attractive boy I would get a burning feeling inside and imagine him doing the things to me that the girls spoke about. but I was never to share their experiences as when I was 19 Mother was permanently paralysed down one side by a stroke and needed 24hr care.I left my job and cared for Mother for the rest of her life. Mother took it as a sign from Jehovah that had rescued me from a life of sin as the pot bank girls had a terrible reputation in the town. I took it as a duty and looked after her and the shop. I didn’t go through the menopause I just realised one day that my periods had stopped probably due to stress and grief. .I was 43 when Mother died in my arms from another stroke. I think I had a bit of a breakdown as I sold the shop and everything belonging to my parents came down to London staying in a hostel at the back of Oxford Street and found a job in a famous department store and eventually buying a house in north east London.to be continued

The Landlord: BBW Granny BerthaAfter my wife passed away I decided to fulfill a long time fantasy of mine and so I bought a boarding house in a college town. Owning the boarding house was not the fantasy, the fantasy was having sex with the tenants. Bertha was a holdover from when I bought the building, in fact, her now deceased husband was who I bought it from. Since she had always lived there, Bertha came and went in my own portion of the building and so I had the same access to her unit. One day I was fixing a faucet in her bathroom, and so a clearly, recently used, very large vibrator sitting beside the sink. I joked with Bertha that since her husband had been gone for 5 years maybe she should get back out there and find the real thing. Bertha didn’t mince words, “ Yeah, well there are several reasons why I don’t do that.” When I asked her to elaborate here is what she said, “Well, number 1, not many guys have cocks the size of Big George here and the few that do, probably cum to quick to satisfy an old broad like me. 2, I’m used to Big George, he never goes soft and when he wears out I just buy a new one….in fact this is Big George 25 cuz my pussy hasn’t seen a real cock in 15 years. And 3, and most importantly, there ain’t no guys that are interested in an old, fat broad like me with a big ass, a fat belly and an old, loose pussy.” I told her she was wrong on all counts. First, not only was the size of the cock not the most important thing, but that there were other ways to make a woman feel really good. 2nd, just because she enjoyed the real thing again, didn’t mean she had to give up on Big George, and 3, plenty of guys get turned on by large, sensual, mature women. She giggled, and said, “well, you sound like you have it all figured out, you must be one of those guys who has the hots for old fatties, huh? Or are you just yanking my chain?” I admitted that I preferred Bakırköy Escort my women with a lot of meat on the bone and mature enough to just want to use me for sex. Bertha’s only response was to say that she should let me finish my work, oh and she grabbed Big George, saying she better put him back where he belonged. Now, the only access to her bathroom was to go through her bedroom and as I finished up and headed back through her bedroom, I stopped in my tracks. Bertha was on her bed, totally naked, with Big George buried to the hilt in her pussy. At this point, let me describe Bertha. 75, about 5’4” and probably 250 pounds. Big, saggy belly, very large tits with nipples the size of my thumb, a massive ass, and as she lay there with her legs spread wide I could see she had a sparsely haired pussy with big labia and from the sounds coming from Big George, she was very wet. “Well”, she said, “let’s see if I’m right, or you are. You have an actual, real cock, do you want some of this old, fat granny pussy.” My cock was certainly growing, but it couldn’t compare with Big George. I didn’t say anything, just stripped off my clothes. I stopped her from taking Big George out of her pussy. Instead I lay next to her and kissed her deeply as my hand began to push the vibrator in and out of her pussy. I broke our kiss and leaned down to suck first one massive tittie, then the other. As I knelt next to her, kissing my way down her belly I paused long enough to say, “feel free to play with my cock and balls and don’t be gentle, I like it as rough as you can do it, slap, squeeze, spank, it will turn me on, and I hope you are ready for this, because I truly love eating pussy.” She wimpered a little as I felt her grab my balls roughly, and she said, “I’ve never had my pussy eaten, my hubbie thought it was disgusting and would never even try it.” MMMM, she smelled Escort Bakırköy delicious, hot, musky and very aroused. Her clit was actually very large and swollen, sticking out like a sort thumb. With the toy still buried in her cunt, I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked it in to my mouth, letting my tongue flick back and forth over its tip. She gasped and moaned and her hips pushed up toward me. I think she forgot my balls were in her hand because she kept squeezing harder and harder, making me moan with pleasure. I sucked harder and faster and because she was already so aroused she came quickly for me, thrusting her hips up at me, her pussy spasming around the toy. I removed the toy and lapped and licked and slid my tongue up and down each swollen pussy lip, licking the juices from her gaping pussy hole, sliding my tongue down to her asshole and licking around it. She moaned and pulled me on top of her so we were 69ing, her mouth engulfed my hard cock, and she swallowed all 6 inches easily. I grasped her clit in my mouth again, sucking hard and rhythmically until she orgasmed again. Pulling myself off of her I stood next to the bed and helped her roll on to her belly. She was like a bitch dog in heat, pushing her ass up in the air and moaning, “fuck me, please, please I need your cock buried in my granny cunt”. My cock slid easily into her old, loose cunt, but I could feel the heat and the wetness. Pushing her hips together, made her pussy a little tighter and as I thrust hard into her, my balls slapped her swollen clit. I glanced over to the wall and saw her reflection in the mirror, her big belly and tits rippling every time I slammed my hard cock deep into her. Oh, shit, fuck..that sight was driving me crazy and in only a dozen or so thrusts my balls tightened and my cock began to spasm inside of her. She came again as I filled her Bakırköy Escort Bayan big cunt with cum. I tried to keep fucking her, my sensitive cock head rubbing against her pussy making me gasp, but I quickly softened and fell out. I looked down as the creampie oozing from between Bertha’s swollen, wet pussy lips, oozing over her hard, distended clit. Oh my, it looked gorgeous and I told her so. I told her that I loved the sight and that every time I saw a cream pie I thought it looked delicious, but after I came I lost interest in eating it. She rolled over and giggled, “so you are telling me that you are bad, bad boy, making a mess, but then not wanting to clean it up. I know you don’t want to, but will you be Granny’s good little boy and do it for me….come here,…and she grabbed me by the balls, and pulled me toward her, making me straddle her face again, she hungrily sucked my wilted cock in to her mouth, “mmmm, delicious” she moaned and she sucked me clean. Grasping one ball very hard in her hand now, she let me cock slide from her mouth. “Now”, she said very forcefully, “get your face down there between Granny’s legs and clean up your mess.” And she used her other hand to slap that one ball very hard, making me cry out. “Do it now, before I pop this ball out and eat it for lunch”. I dove between her legs and as soon as I started licking her cum coated clit, two things happened, she let go of my ball and she came. I was good after that and as I licked and slurped and probed with my tongue, she started to very sensually and firmly suck my cock. By the time she was clean, she had sucked me hard again. At her instruction, I slid behind her, sort of in a spoon position, and as she held her ass open I pushed my hard cock against her asshole….mmmm, wow, it felt awesome as I slid inside of her hot, tight asshole. Slowly I fucked her ass as I reach for her nipple and twisted and pulled on it. We fucked for 10 or 15 minutes before I filled her ass with cum. I held her from behind and as we drifted off to sleep, she whispered, “we can take a break before you clean that mess out of granny’s ass”. My cock twitched with desire…and we both fell asleep.

Pushing them to the limits VIIChapter 7Laying in my bed that night, I was thinking how to make my wife’s fantasy come to life… Finding the right man isn’t that easy… I fell asleep dreaming of a handsome young man fucking my wife…. The next morning I woke up feeling rested and relaxed. The sun was shining, it looked to be a beautiful day.. My wife was still sleeping, I got a shower and dressed myself. I had to do some shopping. I went to the mall and bought some sandwiches for breakfast. When I came out the bakery, I saw the redhead going into the pharmacy. I wanted to say hello to her and went inside. I found her doing shopping. I walked up behind her and grabbed her at the waist. She turned around, looking surprised and gave me a quick kiss. I looked in her shopping basket and said to her she had to get some lube… She smiled at me, “Sounds a good idea… when are you going to use it…..?” I looked around if nobody was listening, but it seemed we were the only one in the shop, except a young lady cashier. I said laughing, “I want to use you whole day long…. If you can handle it….” Her eyes lit up.. “After last time, I can handle anything…..” I looked around and grabbed a small jar from the racks and dropped it into her shopping basket. She looked at it, “Ohw… muscle pain..? Too much exercise lately….?” and laughed out loud. I looked around.. nobody was around.. I took the little jar from her shopping basket and opened it. This is a balm for the muscles to get them warmed up.. I pushed a finger in and got a good amount of the balm on my fingers. With the other hand I pulled her dress up and I rubbed my fingers with balm on her pussy lips.. “How convenient that you don’t wear any panties… “, and I pushed two fingers in her cunt.. She wanted to scream, but realized she was in the middle of the shop. “OMG… what have you done…!!!” Slowly I screwed the lid on the jar and dropped it back in the basket. I took her by her arm and just walked around as if we were shopping around. I could hear her breathing got heavier…. She hissed at me.., “Fucking hell….. it burns..!!!! ” Her face flushed and drops of sweat were appearing on her forehead. She was squirming.. “Fuuuckkkkkk…… noooooo…… I can’t stand it….. ” Slowly I walked to the cashier and took her basket and put it on the counter. The cashier looked at us, “Everything alright..? Your wife looks a bit heated..?” I answered, “Yes, it looks to be a hot day today… I think she is getting too hot….” and looked at the redhead, “Isn’t it my dear..?” The redhead could hardly speak, but managed to say, “Yes… It’s… eeuhmmm…. rather.. hot…” She managed to pay for the shoppings and wanted to leave in a hurry. I grabbed her arm and walked with her in the direction of a coffe shop, “Come.. Let’s have a coffee here…” and pulled up a chair. “Sit down, and enjoy the lovely morning…” I could see she was uncomfortable, she was squirming on her chair.. “OOhhhwww………. Fuuuucckkkkk…… my pussy….. is burning….!!!” She managed to say…. I looked at her, “Your what…???? I couldn’t hear you..” Her eyes were shooting lightning bolts… “My eeuhh… cunt.. Uuugh…. is on… fire..!!” I laughed with a devilish smile.., “That’s exactly what I want… to warm up the muscles…” I waved for the waitress and ordered coffee and sandwiches. “Lift your dress and let me have a look.. Embarrassed, she slowly lifted her dress a bit and gave me a look.. Her cunt was nice and red, juices were flowing out of her cunt… “Looks like you’re having a good time…. ” Quickly she lowered her dress. “If we weren’t here, I would fuck you and get this fucking shit all over your cock and balls….. You wouldn’t be laughing then…..” The waitress came back with the coffee and sandwiches, and looked at the redhead, “Everything alright here..? You look a bit flushed… ” The redhead looked up and murmured a kind of ‘Thanks, yes everything okay’ When the waitress left, the redhead started to breath heavily… “OMG……. this is… eeuhhh….. killing me…. It feels … like… OOOhhhwww………..mmmmmmm….” It looked like she was coming… “OOhhww….. it’s… a kind of… ” She couldn’t speak anymore.. her hand went under her skirt and touching her pussy… “OOhhwmmmmm…. commminggggg……..mmmmmmmm…….” She bit her lip, otherwise she would of yelled out loud.. Luckily nobody was around this early.. She kept on rubbing her cunt, carefully looking around if nobody saw her… “MMMMMMmmmmmmm….. OOOhhhhhhh……… ” She was squirming in her chair. I was sitting back, drinking my coffee, looking at her. I think she must of had a few more orgasms when I stood up and left. “Hope to see you later.. Have a nice day.. And Oh yes… I think you made a mess of your dress…It’s all wet..” I gave her a kiss and left for home, leaving her behind with a beat red face..When I got in the car I could see her stand up, her legs were a bit shaky… She paid for the coffee and went for her car. I drove home immediately.. At home I made coffee and took the sandwiches to the bedroom. The whole thing made me bloody horny, I had to give my wife a good treatment…..Later in the morning I went to the horses, my wife wanted to stay at home to do some work. That would give me the opportunity to ask how the blonde and her Bahçeşehir Escort husband were doing.. He was mowing the lawn, I met her in the stables. She looked amazingly relieved.. I asked her how things were doing between her and her husband. “You were right… He is not asking me anymore questions.. We shut him up for good.. ” She smiled at me with a big smile..”Why don’t you give me a big kiss..?” I walked up to her, grabbed the back of her head and gave her a deep kiss… When we broke up the kiss, she said, “If my husband was not around, I would fuck you here on the spot…” I held her on an arm length in front of me, “Why don’t you send your husband on that trip you gave him for his birthday…? I will arrange something for my wife.. Then we’ll have all the time in the world..” She thought about it for a time and said, “You really want to do that..? I would love to have you in my bed all night…..”, “Of course I want that! Who wouldn’t..? Just let me know in time, I’ll arrange something.” I continues taking care of the horses, every now and than the blonde past me and grabbed me. I was nearly finished brushing the horses when I heard a motorcycle leave. Almost immediately the blond came almost running around the corner and jumped up to me, holding herself with her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. She started kissing me.. “Ohw my… you’re enthusiastic.. !” She started to grind her hips against my belly… “Yes….. I’m happy.. and horny…. Get your trousers down…. She hung onto me like a little monkey when I pushed my trousers down, my cock in full erection standing up.. I pulled her dress up and put my arms around her waist. I pushed her a little bit down, my cock found her entrance easily.. and I pushed my fully erect cock in her already very wet cunt. “OOOhhhwwww….. yessss……. I missed you..!!!!! Yes… fuck me standing up like this…. ” Carefully I stepped outside, because of my pants were pulled down, I had to take care not to fall. I pushed her against the wall and jammed my cock a few times to the hilt in her juicy cunt… “OOOHHHwww……… MMMMmmmmmmm…… Yesssssss……….. fuck me !!!! Fuck my whorish cunt…!!!!” I pushed my rod completely in and nailed her against the wall. I reached for her dress and ripped it open… Her tits came out and I started to suck on her nipples.. “HHMMMMMGrrrrrrr…….. OMG…. This is fantastic..!!! ” Still sucking on her nipples, I put my hands under her armpits and pushed her against the wall and jammed my cock in and out of her cunt. “If anybody could see you now…. Being fucked like a slut… ” Her mouth opened..,”OOhww…. Yessssss…… I love it… when you talk like that… MMMMMMmmmmmm…….. Fuck me..! Fuck your slut… Fuck this whore..!!! ” I really nailed her against the wall… “Let your feet go…..” She unhooked her feet behind my back, her legs went down, but her feet didn’t touch the ground… I nailed her against the wall ! She was literally hanging on my cock… Grinding her clit against my pubic bone.. “OOHHHHwww……….. Fuuucckkkkkkk……… OOhww… Telll me….! ” I could feel her pelvis twisting and turning to get enough stimulation on her clit… “Your a whore !! A fucking slut…!!! ” Every time I called her a name, I pushed my pubic bone against her clit.. ” YYEESSSSS……… OOHH… Make meeeeeeee commmmmm………..! ” The moment her orgasm hit her, I shot all the sperm I had in me in her cunt.. My cock pulsed every time.. And every time I could feel her pussy react… ” I still held her against the wall when I pulled my cock out. Slowly I lowered her until her feet touched the ground. Het legs were like jelly, she could not stand on her legs… She slid down, back against the wall, squatting… A load of sperm came out of her pussy, dripping on the ground beneath her. Her head on the same height as my still hard cock, she took it in her mouth.. “MMMMMmmmmmmmmm………….. I love it……..” It was covered with cum and her own juices, but she licked it clean, like it was a lollipop.. I stepped back and looked at her. She really looked great! Sitting against the wall, her legs opened, a gaping cunt, cum dripping on the ground, her dress torn with her tits hanging out. She reached out with one hand to her cunt and tried to scoop out some of the cum. She licked her fingers clean and with her other hand trying to get more cum out… I wish I could of taped this…. When she had cleaned out her pussy, she looked up at me.. “I can’t help it…. I’m a slut for you…. You make me feel so fucking nasty…, so wanted, so complete…..”She surprised me by saying…. “Please….. take a picture of me like this….. I want to remember this moment for ever…” I just smiled at her and went to take my phone from the car. When I took the pictures, she really posed like a slut.. Showing her gaping cunt, eating out her pussy.. Al tough my cock was not hard anymore I had to put it in her mouth and had to take some pictures of her, looking into my eyes.. When finished taking the pictures, I picked her up. She put her arms around my neck and I carried her to the house. The whole time she was saying how much she loved me…Inside the house I laid her down on the couch and got her a drink. She took a sip and stared in front her.., “Why Bahçeşehir Escort Bayan doesn’t my husband treat me like this….?” I took her face in my hands, “I will send you the pictures I just took, maybe one day you show them to your husband and tell him how you want to be treated…” She looked sad at me… “That will be the day it’s too late….”I gave her a kiss.., “Listen to me…. don’t worry about it. I know you love your husband, I also know your inner slut… I will keep your inner slut satisfied. Just work on your husband… Show more of your inner slut to him.. He will get used to it, maybe even addicted.. Maybe one day…. you don’t need me anymore….” She really started to cry… Fuck, what have I said ?Between sobs she told me she was envious of my wife… Envious of her sister.. Envious of every woman I touched… She had really given herself to me… She felt completely herself with me. Fucking hell !!! where did I get myself into, my mind was racing…. That moment I felt I was a complete asshole.. What to do now? This could blow in my own face… Maybe I could better end this… but on the other hand, I was addicted myself.. I really loved these three women. Carefully I asked her, “Why…? Why are you envious?, there is no need to feel like that..” The sobbing got a little less… “Maybe you’re right… Maybe it’s just my period.. I’m a bit too emotional now…. but,… can I rely on you..? Can I use you when ever I want..? When I feel like a slut, I want to get used.. “I felt a little more comfortable… “We’ll work on your husband, he has to grow closer to you.., but… you have to open up yourself to him too… Remember when I first met your inner slut…? You were forced in a way…. You didn’t have a choice… To open up to your husband will be your own choice…. Promise me you will try to do that.. ” Tears were rolling down her cheeks… “I love you so much ! Yes, I will try.. But you have to promise me to stay on my side, whatever..” I gave her a kiss. “I’ll promise you.. I will always be there for you.”Driving home I thought to myself this had to be unavoidable… This would of happened sooner or later. I had mixed feelings about her sister… I hit the break and drove to the farmhouse of her sister..I had a good look before I drove up the yard to the house. Only her car was parked near the house. She opened the door when I rang the doorbell, and immediately kissed me on the mouth. “What a surprise to see you here right now… I thought I had to wait another day to get fucked by you…..” I followed her to the kitchen and I took a chair at the table. She put a drink on the table and took a seat on my lap. “This morning was fucking horny… You’re coming back to taste my pu… cunt..? I’m sorry I brought myself to a climax at least a dozen times on the way home…..” I wanted to be very open and honest.., I looked at her.., ” I had a serious talk to your sister, not very long ago.. and she… eeuhh… had a little problem with me, using her as a slut… while I love her as my own..” The redhead just looked me in the eyes, put her hands around my neck and kissed me deep… When she broke the kiss, she said, “I don’t have a problem being a slut for you…. I enjoy it.., every moment… I loved every second with you this morning !”I was a little bit surprised by her reaction, probably it showed on my face… “Don’t look surprised..! I know you..! You care about me and my sister.. I just know… You will never hurt us.. and… I want to be a slut for you..! I don’t care about my husband, if he doesn’t like it, he can leave ! Just…don’t get this this in the open.. That’s all I ask from you”I was surprised by her answer and just kissed her. “Nobody will ever get to know this from me…” and kissed her back. She broke off the kiss rather quickly.. “Here.., I have a pill for you.. you know I work at the pharmacy.. Just take it..! I Just want a good fuck from you..! I will punish you for this morning…”Did I have another choice…..? She was something different than her sister.. I took the pill the had put on the table. She held my chin in her hand, “Listen very carefully… I’m not like my sister… I can control my own life! You can use me as much as you like.., I love it.., but don’t betray me… Just be kind to me….”Fuck…. Two very different sisters… My mind was working overtime… “You know I will never hurt you, I’m only giving you what you really need….” She gave me a deep kiss… “Just remember that… and I’m yours…”, she said.She was still sitting on my lap and my cock said it was time… It was growing.. “I feel the pill is working… It is a little stronger than the normal pills… get it out now..!!! ” OHW Fuck…! I had wonderful sex with my wife this morning… just less than an hour ago with her sister… I was wondering if I could do it again now…. I opened my zipper and pulled my pants down, my cock sprang to life again! The little bitch redhead looked at it. “Well… it has to fill up all my holes…. get ready for it…” Fucking hell…. I was wondering how to do this task….. I guess it was my own fault.. She walked to a closet and got a riding crop out.. She handed it over to me….. “Just use it on me… I love it…” The next thing she did was undress completely.. She Escort Bahçeşehir looked gorgeous..! She just stood there… Hands on the back of her neck, waiting…. I just brushed the riding crop along her tits… “Mmmmmmm…..”, was the only thing she said. I slapped her tits..not too hard… She didn’t react… I slapped her a bit harder… “Spread your legs bitch….” She placed her legs about 3 feet apart.. She challenged me… I knew it…. Without any warning I whipped her on her cunt…… “AAAHHHHHHHHHhhh………….. ” but she still remained her position… I could see her biting her lips. What happened than, I could not believe myself…. She came…!!!!!!!!! The stinging in her cunt must of made her come…. “OOhhwwmmmmm….. cummmmmminggggg……!! “I told her to get on her hands and knees, she stuck her ass up to the air. I hit her on the ass… “AAAhhhhhh……… fuuuuccckkkkkkkkk………” How could this be…? She was coming continuously… I got behind her and jammed my cock in her pussy. “OOhww… cummmmminggg….. ” she yelled.. Her pussy was, as usual, very tight.. I could feel it spasming around my cock.. I yelled at her… “You fucking whore…… Do you want to get fucked… or not…?” She thought she was being the the dominant one.. “You bastard… Just fuck me… OOOhhwmmmm…. I’m your whore…. !!! Just fuck meeeee….!!! “I pulled my cock out of her pussy and she started whimpering… “Nooooooo………” I put the head of my cock against her brown hole and started pushing.. “OOAAAHhhhhhhh…………” I had to use more force… I grabbed her hips and jammed my cock another few inches into her tight ass. “AAAAaaaaaahhhhhhh………….Yesssssssss……… hurt meeeeee………..!!!!” She started to push back at me to get my whole cock in… When I had my cock halfway in I let go of her hips.. She had to push herself onto me…. I picked up the riding crop and hit her on the ass… “AAAhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!………” Every time she went forward I hit her on the ass, every time she came backwards, she pushed herself on my cock. This went on until my cock completely disappeared in her ass. I looked down, her ass was bright red, her asshole stretched to the max. “Go on bitch! If you want my cum… You have to work for it!” She started to rock back- and forward, milking my cock.. “That’s it, you little bitch…. keep on fucking! Harder!” With the crop I hit the side of her right tit…. “AAAAAaaahhhh…… FUUUUuuuccckkkk…!!! Commmmmmingggggg….!!!!!!!! ” I could feel her whole body contracting….. The bitch was a real pain slut… she came on the pain alone…. I hit her other tit.. She wasn’t screaming anymore…. I think she just orgasmed… I felt her whole body just shaking and trembling… I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head backwards, the only sound she produced was, “UUUUUgghhhhhh…….” I started fucking her ass hard, yanking on her hair, her back arched, her tits pointing forward. I used her as a fuck doll.. I needed to cum in her ass..!!! I was close to coming…. When my orgasm hit me, it hit me hard… I could only see bright stars in my eyes… My balls contracted and shot their load into her bowls.. Spurt after spurt…. OMFG…. What a fuck!!!! When my orgasm subsided, I kept my cock in her ass… There was no sign it would go soft…. The redhead was softly whimpering… “Oh, my… Ohhh… ohhh……” Finally I pulled my cock out, she did not react… I saw her gaping asshole and got an idea…. I grabbed the crop and pushed the handle in her ass…. She just kept on whimpering… “Ahh…..Ohhhw……. ” I stepped to the front and grabbed her hair and pulled her head up… She opened her mouth and I gave her a deep kiss.. When I broke the kiss, she couldn’t say anything.. She was in some kind of trance… I smiled.. If this is what she wants, she can get it… Her mouth still opened, I couldn’t resist it…… I looked at my cock.. covered in all kind of juices… She gave me this fucking pill… I pushed my cock in her mouth and pulled her head forward. She started gagging… I didn’t care… “Come on you little whore, clean it…..” Her tongue started working.. circling the cock head. Once or twice I pushed my cock in her throat… Until I thought it was clean enough.. Although my cock was still hard as a rock, coming another time was not an option… I was totally spent..I pulled my cock out of her mouth and looked at her… Still on her elbows and knees, the crop sticking out of her ass, she looked used.. I had to take a few pictures of her. I took my phone and took some pictures from every angle. She tried to stand up, which was very difficult for her. I helped her stand up. “OMFG…. What a fuck was this…!!!! I love being used, but now…..” She reached behind her a touched the riding crop..Slowly she pulled it out of her ass… “OOOOHHHHhhhhhhhwwwww………. Fuck… my ass is sore……” Finally she got it out and dropped it on the table. She looked at me, “I think your dick will stay hard for a few more hours… That’s my revenge for this morning….”, she said laughing. “Come with me, we’ll take a shower together..” The shower was very relaxing and intimate, like we were doing this every day.. I only had a problem getting my trousers back on.. I had to force my cock inside my trousers, it was pretty painful walking around like that.. Before I left, she hugged me and told me not to worry about her. She loved every minute I spent with her, and if she needed me, she would let me know…Luckily, my wife was not at home when I got back. I didn’t have to explain the painful bulge in my pants..

Training Greta.”Hi babe how is your day?” Carol answered the phone looking for her vibrator in her handbag. She seemed to be finding things in places that she didn’t remember leaving them. It had been happening for the last 6 weeks ever since the new office girl Friday had started. Mrs Breitling was that her name. Dressed inappropriately for office work cardigans and long skirts. Boring mommy dresses. “Hi Ben. Good I just can’t find… ” her mind tried to think … “I have to work so I won’t make lunch today” “Really I was so looking forward ..” Mrs Breitling walked in unannounced. Rude cow. Her petite body had an hour glass figure. She wore boring flat sole shoes. She waived her hand for the woman to read the note she was writing. “Find the Beta project file” the woman walked over to the filing cabinet pulled open the top drawer. ” to lunch. Work is pretty quiet but I can’t find any files since this new bitch started. ” Mrs Breitling looked hastily for the file. ” I think I will have to give her a warning then provide some training.” Carol leaned down and unlocked the bottom drawer at her desk, pulled it open, inside was a riding crop, a gag, handcuffs, a small metal butt plug and a large dildo attached to a harness. Yes training and some discipline. She stood and walked over to where the mature woman was now on her hands and knees looking through the bottom drawer. “I’ll make it up to you babe. I promise!” Her husband hung up but Carol carried on talking. “Discipline and respect !” Carol had graduated 4 years ago and worked hard to get where she was. The housewife on her knees trying to find a file that Carol could see was in her open briefcase. She spanked woman firmly on her ass. Again. The mature woman turned her head and looked up at her young boss. She reached back and pulled the hem of her skirt up to her hips revealing her plump bottom in white cotton briefs. “Yes you will. Found what I want. ” she signalled to pull her panties down. When the woman’s bare ass was revealed she spanked both cheeks. Hard. The woman had dark hair growing wildly around her asshole and pussy. “Bye” Put the phone down. “Now Mrs Breitling we both know you are failing miserably in this job.” Carol smacked her the troublesome Mecidiyeköy Escort MILF again. Harder. The sound rang through the office. She could hear the other staff flinch outside. She walked over “Do not disturb us” she uttered firmly to the office staff. Closing the doorWhen she turned around she found Mrs Breitling standing with her knickers stretched between her spread knees. Holding the riding crop. The contents of her bottom drawer now on her desk. Carol sat down on her office settee. “Come here and bend over my lap.” “Why?” “If you want to keep your job. If not walk out now.” Greta walked forward. “Good decision. Hand me the crop. Remove your clothes … all of them! ” she ordered. She watched as the mature woman hesitantly removed her clothes. Carol’s office was on the second floor, it had floor to ceiling windows one way glass. “Stand in front of the window, lean forward put your hands on the window push your bottom back , arch your back. ” Greta obeyed her orders. Carol wore a black Armani matching jacket and skirt, stockings and heels. She now stood behind Greta . “Say “Please punish me . Mistress!” “Please punish me Carol” Carol took a big swing with the crop landing firmly on Greta’s cellulite butt. “Yow! Take it easy.””Leave your fired!” “No please I need this job” “Well…” Greta looked at the floor ” Please punish me Mistress” The swish of crop, the impact on her bottom, the tears and sobs that followed could be heard outside by the staff standing by the door. When Greta’s ass was glowing red with the welts of the crop, she was handcuffed. Directed to lie back on the desk legs in the air. Carol sat in her chair picked up the steel butt plug and rubbed against the milfs brown rosebud. Greta’s eyes were wide open, terror on her face. “Oh yes. Open your mouth suck it put some saliva on it” Greta reluctantly opened her mouth. “No need ” they both watched as the cold steel toy slid along her juicy glistening slit. One in pleasure the other unable to admit that her body was getting horny from the pain she had endured so far. The little plug split her labia apart easily as it probed her pussy. Carol pushed the toy in slowly stretching her wide open. Mecidiyeköy Escort Bayan Repeated this slowly in and out. The time was right her sub was enjoying the cold steel object too much. Time to find it a new hole. She slowly pressed it against Greta’s rosebud and watched as the lubricated item entered it’s new home. Greta had without instruction started sucking on the strap on dildo. Carol was impressed with her employees new initiative to please but that ruined the game. Carol liked to control, be in charge, dominate during sex. Carol stood and opened the double doors of the wardrobe. A rope with a carabiner hung from a pulley on the ceiling and tied off at the wall. Carol motioned for Greta to stand on the x , when she was in position Carol linked the chain of eyelet on the steel police cuffs to the carabiner then pulled on the rope raising Greta’s arms above her head until she was on tippy toes. “Very nice. Open your mouth ” Carol held the gag as she looked at her watch. Nearly lunch time. “Your husband is due to take you for lunch like he does every Thursday” “Yes””Pity your on an errand” she fitted the gag. “And won’t be back for sometime. Make any noise during lunch break your fired. ” Carol closed the wardrobe doors leaving her in darkness. She opened her office door to see her staff s**ttering back to there seats. Greta’s husband a handsome man who had lost his job during the GFC and had been unable to get another job for one reason or another. Pride. Low pay. Lower positions. “Hello Damian isn’t it. I’m sorry I sent Greta on an errand in my car probably won’t be back for sometime. Would you join me for lunch I have food sent from the restaurant everyday. Come in to my office!” Her voice raised. “Penelope where are you. ” Carol gave her secretary a knowing look. Obey or bear the consequences! “Could you bring the food and drink in please” Penelope was just grateful that Carol had found a new mature woman to torment. Penelope had had her body battered and bruised as she was trained to obey her boss. Pierced nipples, pussy lips, clit. A tramp stamp tattooed on her back. Her hair cut short. Her clothes changed to skirts and jackets and high heels. All Escort Mecidiyeköy her hair shaved off eyebrows , underarm, pussy, and legs. Only hair on her head. No lingerie, available for sex anytime anywhere. Married with two k**s this had become very challenging. Carol had emailed a sample of photo’s from all of her experiences. A business trip to the executive toilets of investors she sucked so many cocks she lost count. The upset female client who was going to sue until Carol offered Penny as her plaything for a week. Being fucked by Carol in the business lounge of the airline they were flying on. The worst part was she enjoyed all of it. She is smiling in all the photos. “I like to get to know my staff what makes them tick. “Penelope walked in with the plates of food on a tray leaned over placing the plates on the table mats as she had been shown many times before. Her dress was short, the hem rode up as she bent over revealing her neatly trimmed pussy. Damian looked straight at her sexy ass and got an eyeful of pussy. Penelope looked in to the mirror on the wall wiggled her ass as she enjoyed being watched.”Tell me about Greta what she likes to do when she isn’t at work” “Like any housewife who works she doesn’t get much time to herself.. ” “Do you work Damian? No! So please explain why Greta has to do housework and work 55 hours a week? What the fuck are you doing? Eh sitting around bitching and moaning about the jobs your offered the pay whatever. You take none because they are so below you am I right? “I didn’t come here to get lectured. Who the fuck ..” He protested loudly. He stood and headed towards her with menace. She waited. He stomped towards her he was livid. She had stirred the macho man up. When he was in range she kicked him precisely in the balls with the hard point of her Jimmy Choos he went down like a sack of spuds. He lay on the floor squeaking holding what was left of his balls. Unable to do anything. “From now on you are going to do all the chores at home, the shopping, get the k**s to their sports, music lessons, and play dates. Understand no excuses. Otherwise . Well I don’t think you want to know what I would do with this. ” she held up the strap on . “Make you my little bitch. ” “Now fuck off! Greta will be home around 7pm have dinner on the table, ready to eat, when she gets home”He tried to get up. Penelope had seen or rather heard this being done to her unemployed hubby he was now a domestic god cooking cleaning looking after the k**s needs. She earned the money.

Im FetischladenZum Ende meiner Studienzeit arbeitete ich aushilfsweise in einem Fetischladen einer großen Stadt, damit ihr nicht alle hinrennt und dumme Fragen stellt sage ich jetzt besser mal nicht wo genau.Ich bekam diesen Job eigentlich durch Zufall als ich den Inhaber bei einer Musikveranstaltung kennenlernte.Nun zum Laden. Es war ein richtiger Laden für allerlei Fetischklamotten, Lack, Leder, Latex und es gab auch die entsprechenden Spielsagen dazu in jeglicher Form, Material, Farbe, das ganze war nicht so schmuddelig wie man es von dem ein oder anderen Sexshop kennt sondern sehr hochpreisig und qualitativ hochwertig.So kam auch immer die entsprechende Klientel vorbei. Ich war mehr im Lager während der Chef im Laden bediente. Auch einige Prostituierte gehörten zu unserer Stammkundschaft und der Chef erzählte öfters mal die ein oder andere Anekdote.Eines Tages, es war so ein regnerischer dunkler Novembertag mußte der Chef schon so gegen 19:15 gehen und bat mich daher vorne im Laden die Stellung zu halten, die Öffnungszeiten gingen bis 20:00.Er erzählte mir das eine Stammkundin angerufen hätte die heute noch vorbeikommen wollte, dabei erwähnte er das mit einem guten Geschäft zu rechnen sei, damit verschwand er.Hmm, dachte ich so bei mir, na hoffentlich kommt die bald, damit ich um 20:00 dicht machen kann.Ich stöberte gerade in einigen Bestellkatalogen als die Ladentür aufging, na toll, es war schon 19:50.”Guten Abend” grüßte ich freundlich, dabei dachte ich das das wohl die Kundin sein mußte, evtl. hatte sie ja schon was vorbestellt, wir packen soviele Dinge zusammen die dann oft nur abgeholt werden.”Hallo, ich bin Chanel” sagte die Dame.Jetzt erst sah ich sie in voller Gestalt. Sie trug Lederstiefel bis über die Knie, eine grobmaschige Netzstrumpfhose, einen kurzen Lederrock, dazu die passende Lederjacke und einen Lederkorsage, alles sehr stimmig. Dazu hatte sie lange pechschwarze Haare und einen sehr dunklen Hautton. Ihre schönen Lippen war voll und knallrot geschminkt, passend zu den lackierten Fingernägeln.”Hallo Chanel, sind sie die Kundin die noch vorbeikommen wollte, mein Name ist Jan” fragte ich höflich.Sie nickte und schlenderte im Laden umher, die Uhr zeigte 19:55 … ich wollte nach hause.”Eigentlich machen wir gleich zu” räusperte ich mich “aber der Chef hat mir aufgetragen sie natürlich noch zu bedienen, aber damit niemand mehr kommt schließe ich vorne schonmal ab, schauen sie sich im Ruhe um; ich bin gleich wieder da”ich schloß in Ruhe ab, ließ die Frontrollos herab und ging dann zurück zum Tresen, dabei sah ich das Chanel bei den Dessous war.Sie schaute sich bei den winzigen Stringtangas um, ich liebe diese Strings, mir kamen schon sündige Gedanken.Sie packte sich gleich einen ganzen Arm voll und steuerte auf die Umkleide zu.So langsam fing mein Kopfkino an, so eine hübsche Farbige und diese engen Stringtangas, bei dem Arsch …Kurze Zeit später hörte ich sie rufen”Jan, ich brauche mal deine Meinung” dabei kam sie hinter dem Vorhang hervor ohne Lederjacke, ohne Ledermini, nur in Stiefeln, Korsage und einem knallroten Stringtanga an den sie über ein transparentes Höschen gezogen hatte.”Eher der rote oder so ein schwarzer ?” schaute sie fragend “Oder sieht das gleich nach Prostituierter aus” dabei lachte sie kokett.”Zieh doch mal den schwarzen an, soetwas muß man immer angezogen sehen” ermutigte ich sie.Schnell streifte sie den roten ab und elegant schlüpfte sie in den schwarzen Tanga.”Also ich finde beide gut, paßt auch beides gut zur Korsage, ich kann auch gern zum roten Stringtanga die passende Korsage holen ?” sagte ich fragend.”Ja, worauf wartest du noch, bring her” dabei hantierte sie gerade mit einem weißen und hellblauen String herum.Ich schaute kurz auf den Hersteller, gar nicht so einfach bei den winzigen Etiketten fand dann aber schnell die passende Farbe und nahm gemäß ihres Busens mal 2 Größen mit.”Hier bitte, probier doch mal” Derweil hatte Chanel wieder den roten Stringtanga an, das allein sah schon megageil aus auf ihrer dunklen Haut dazu noch die Netzstrumpfhose die kurz über ihrer Avcılar Escort Hüfte endete.Chanel nahm mir die beiden Korsagen ab, öffnete dann mitten im Geschäft wo wir gerade standen ihre und stand nun barbusig da.Puuh, nicht schlecht, ihre beachtlichen Brustwarzen waren mit goldenen Steckern geschmückt.Ich versuchte so neutral wie nur möglich zu schauen, merkte aber das mein Blut bereits auf dem Weg in die unteren Regionen unterwegs war.”Hilf mir mal bitte beim Anlegen und zuhaken” dabei hielt sie die Korsage fest gegen ihre Brüste gepresst.Ich fingerte die beiden Flügel zusammen und begann die Korsage hinten Haken für Haken zu schließen. Dabei betrachtete ich mir aus dieser Perspektive diesen geilen Arsch.Ohne das dies jetzt hier irgendwie abfällig oder rassistisch klingt – Schwarze haben einfach die geilsten Ärsche.Chanel drehte sich bereits hin und her und betrachtete sich im Spiegel.”Die nehm ich auf jeden Fall und beiden Strings, ich laß das mal grad an, es sitzt so schön” damit ging sie zu den Spielsachen.”Eine neue Peitsche bräuchte ich, so ein Arschloch hat meine beste mitgehen lassen” schaute sie etwas Hilfe suchend zu mir.”Ja, genau, da sind wir schon richtig” ich eilte an ihr vorbei “mit Riemen, Kettengliedern, Stoffbändern ?” “Schon eine mit Lederriemen” sagte sie streng “diese Ficker wollen das ab und an schon ganz gerne, ich weiß nicht ob du das verstehst ?”Gezielt griff sie sich gleich die teuerste Peitsche mit Lederriemen und ließ sie durch die Luft wirbeln um dann auf einem nahestehende Lederstuhl entsprechend niederzuprasseln.Ich zuckte fast etwas zusammen, mir gerade vorstellend das dies mein Arsch hätte sein können.Chanel mußte es bemerkt haben, grinste verschmitzt und sagte dann zu mir.”Darf ich sie mal an dir testen” , dabei hielt sie die Peitsche senkrecht vor ihr Gesicht und leckte über die Lederriemen “du könntest es umsonst haben, manche müssen dafür zahlen”Mir entglitt ein unsicheres Lächeln, die wird doch nicht … man hört ja viel über derlei Damen.Aus irgendeinem Grund hatte ich plötzlich eine Wahnsinnsbeule in der Hose, was natürlich nicht unentdeckt blieb.”Ach schau an, ihr seid doch alle gleich; na hat dich das schon so geil gemacht” dabei tippte sie mir mit der Vorderseite der Peitsche gegen meine Beule.”Los Hose runter, und ich meine das Ernst, da sehe ich auch gleich wie die Klamotten in der Praxis mit der Peitsche harmonisieren und man sich bewegen kann ohne das man gleich alles verliert bei jeder Bewegung” Ich muß sie wohl sehr blöd angeschaut haben, denn sie kam auf mich zu, riss mir den Gürtel aus der Hose und streifte meine Jeans samt Slip runter.”Da über den Stuhl, los, los” Ich ging zum Stuhl und kniete mich darauf, den Arsch nach hinten gestreckt. Was würde wohl jetzt passieren.Ehe ich den Gedanken zu Ende gedacht hatte spürte ich schon die Striemen auf meinem Arsch und es brannte heftig, gleich darauf folgte der zweite und dritte Schlag.Ich spürte das dabei meine Schwanz knallhart wurde, war ich nicht normal ?Rechts, links, rechts, links, in gleichmäßigen Schlägen wurde mein jungfräulicher Arsch immer weiter geschlafen.”Super, die Korsage hält und das Höschen hat auch alles gehalten” hörte ich Chanel laut lachen.”Zeig mal her, ich hoffe ich habe nicht zu fest geschlagen” sprach sie und tätschelte liebevoll meinen Po.”Na, anhand deines harten Schwanzes hat es die anscheinend gefallen” Ich zuckte mit den Schultern dabei auf meinen wippenden Schwanz schauend.”Der ist ja nicht von schlechten Eltern” nahm ihn Chanel jetzt in die Hand und begann ihn zu wichsen.”Ich hab auch einen” entgegnete sie frech “willst mal sehen ?””Was ?” fragte ich “Na, einen Schwanz, dabei warf sie die Peitsche zur Seite, drehte mir den Arsch zu, zog dann den roten Lederstring und das Tüllhöschen darunter über ihren prallen Arsch, wackelte mit dem Arsch hin und her und drehte sich wieder um.Ta ta … zwischen ihren Beinen war jetzt hinter der Netzstrumpfhose ein noch nicht all zu großer beschnittener Schwanz zu sehen.”Wow” entfuhr es mir,.All dies führte nicht gerade dazu Avcılar Escort das sich das Blut wieder um andere Aufgaben kümmern wollte in meinem Körper.”Knie dich vor mich hin und küss ihn” befahl mir Chanel “Ich bin heute gut gelaunt und möchte etwas Spaß haben”Ich stieg von dem Stuhl runter, ging auf die Knie und schaute mir an was dort baumelte, wo war das alles vorhin bei der Anprobe des Stringtangas ? Ich hatte nichts gesehen. “Jetzt bemüh dich mal, ich bin etwas geil, ich hoffe du kannst das noch steigern” Ich nickte ohne zu wissen was ich jetzt eigentlich machen sollte, dann beugte ich mich etwas nach vorn und nahm die Eichel zwischen meine Lippen, es duftete etwas nach Leder.Vorsichtig ließ ich den Schwanz in meinen Mund gleiten und lutschte daran wie an einer Pflaume, mit den Händen massiert ich dabei ihre blankrasierten Eier. Ich spürte wie langsam Leben in den Schwanz kam denn er wurde länger und dicker.”Gut so, blas den geilen Transenschwanz hart” sagte Chanel, dabei schälte sie ihre Titten aus den Schalen der Korsage und leckte mit ihrer Zunge über die Nippel. “Mach mich richtig geil, komm, das gefällt mir” dabei packte sie meinen Kopf und drückte ihn auf ihren Schwanz.Der vormals so winzige Schwanz wuchs weiter und weiter und nahm eine beträchtliche Größe an, ich schaffte es schon nicht mehr ihn komplett in den Mund zu nehmen.”Ich werde jetzt deine kleine Maulfotze ficken” seufzte sie “und dann nehm ich mir deinen Arsch vor”Dabei stieß sie jetzt härter in mich hinein, so weit das ich schlucken und husten mußte, hatte mir dieses Miststück gerade den Schwanz bis zu den Mandeln reingedrückt.Ich hatte das Gefühle an ihrer Eichel zu ersticken.Ein riesiger big black cock vollgenässt mit meinem Speichel stand nun kerzengerade von ihrem Bauch ab.”Los leck weiter, von den Eiern bis zur Spitze” befahl sie mir “aber bevor ich dich ficke will ich deinen Schwanz spüren”Ich holte schnell unser bestes Gleitgel und ein paar Kondome und zog mir eines davon über.Dann spritzte ich etwa Gel auf ihre Arschritze und verteilte es dort, sie kniete sich jetzt breitbeinig auf den Stuhl und hielt mir ihren Arsch hin.”Lass mich nicht zulange warten, komm fick mich”Das ließ ich mir natürlich nicht zweimal sagen, ich packte Chanel an ihren prallen Arschbacken, legte meine Eichel dazwischen und steuert zielsicher auf ihre Rosette zu.Das Gleitgel ist Auch zum einreiben geeignet und klebt nicht, somit träufelte ich noch reichlich davon auf ihren Arsch und rieb sie ausgehend davon überall ein bis sie matt glänzte.Ich stieß dabei immer und immer wieder in sie rein, langsam gefielen mir diese Überstunden.Etwas unsicher ob ich mich austoben sollte und schon meinen Saft verspritzen hielt ich mich etwas zurück, ich wollte die Kundin ja nicht enttäuschen.”Oh ja, das hab ich gebraucht, so einen richtig harten Schwanz in meinem Arsch und schau nur wie schön meine Haut glänzt durch dieses schöne samtige Gel” Damit entzog sich Chanel meinem Schwanz, stand auf vom Stuhl, musterte sich im Spiegel und kam dann zu mir, ihr Schwanz wippte dabei bedrohlich auf und ab, war der durch den Fick etwa noch weiter gewachsen ? Es kam mir so vor.”Na mein Süßer, hast du Lust mal einen richtigen Schwanz in deinem jugendlichen Arsch zu spüren, dann komm her” Sie setzte sich auf den Stuhl, ihren Mast steil nach oben gerichtet. Sie rieb ihren Schwanz mit genug Gel ein.”Komm, setz dich vorsichtig drauf und dann lass sich ganz langsam nieder bis er ganz allein in dich eindringt, wenn es zuviel wird gehst du wieder nach oben”Es reizte mich natürlich schon mal zu probieren wie das so ist in den Arsch gefickt zu werden, allerdings sag dieser big black cock schon sehr angsteinflößend aus. Ich nahm meinen ganzen Mut zusammen und getrieben von der Geilheit des Augenblicks ließ ich mich langsam niedergleiten.Ich spürte das glitschige Gel, dann teilte die Eichel mein bis dahin jungfräuliches Loch auf, ich wollte es, jetzt oder nie, ich stützte meine Hände seitlich am Stuhl ab, dann ließ ich mich mit meinem ganzen Gewicht auf ihren Schoß hinab.Ich Escort Avcılar wurde gepfählt von diesem geilen harten Schwanz, gleichzeitig fühlte ich meinen unabläßlich pochen und Vorsaft bilden.Dann war er drin, bis zum Anschlag, ich saß auf ihren Schenkeln. Dadurch das ich so auf meinen Arsch konzentriert war merkte ich gar nicht das Chanel ihre geilen Brüste gegen meinen Oberkörper rieb, ich begann dabei etwas mit meinen Hüften zu kreisen um quasi bequem auf diesem Schwanz zu sitzen.Ich wollte das mich dieser Schwanz ausfüllt, ich wollte ihn spüren, diese Härte.Chanel griff mit beiden Händen meine Arschbacken und zog mich zu sich hin.”Na, gefällt es dir ?” grinste sie “Ist doch sicher dein erster Schwanz, oder ? “Dann genieße es”Dann küsste sie mich das mir hören und sehen verging.Ich bewegte meinen Arsch auf und ab, irgendwie wollte ich ihn überall spüren, kein winziges Fleckchen sollte ausgespart werden. Es überkam mich.”Ja, fick meinen Arsch, reiß ihn auf mit deinem schwarzen Fickprügel, fick meine Arschfotze”Ich begann es mehr und mehr zu genießen was ich da tat oder was da mit mir getan wurde.Ich hob meinen Arsch soweit an das ich merkte wie die Eichel heraus glitt, dann ließ ich mich wieder fallen, es erregte mich tierisch, mein Schwanz sabberte dabei Chanels Bauch zunehmend voll.Chanel strich etwas von meinem Saft auf ihren Finger und schob ihn mir ihn den Mund, ich lutschte ihn wie in Extase ab.”Hmmm, schön, wie du dich aufgeilst, komm, fick deinen Arsch auf meinem Schwanz”So verbrachten wir noch ein paar Runden als ich etwas außer Atem innehielt.Ich stand vorsichtig auf wobei der Schwanz aus meinem Arsch flutschte. Durch das Kondom sah er mächtig und kraftvoll aus. Wie ich so dastand beugte sich Chanel im Sitzen zu mir und nahm meinen nassen Schwanz in den Mund, lutschte ihn als wolle sie ihn abreißen, ließ ihn dann wieder entgleiten, stand vom Stuhl auf und drückte mir ihre Zunge in den Mund so das ich ihren Speichel gepaart mit meinem abgesonderten Saft aufnehmen mußte.”Ich werde dich jetzt von hinten nehmen du geiler Fickarsch”Dabei nahm sie ein neues Kondom, zog es über, ging hinter mir etwas in die Hocke und stieß von unten in mich rein.Dabei hielt sie sich an meinen Schultern fest und knallt ihren harten Schwanz immer und immer wieder in mich rein.Da ich ja schon gut gedehnt war gab es keinerlei Hindernisse und sie tobte sie gnadenlos aus.”Aah, aah, aaah, so ein schöner enger Arsch” Ich hörte nur noch Ächzen und Stöhnen hinter mir, ab und an spürte ich ein dampfigen Körper der sich eng an mich schmiegte um dann wieder von mir abzulassen. Ich merkte das Chanel jetzt in ihrem Element war, sie hatte eine Standhaftigkeit die ich selbst in einschlägigen Filmen bei einer Transsexuellen so noch nicht gesehen hatte.Dann zog sie den Schwanz aus mir heraus, drückte mich runter, kam um mich rum, vor mich, riss sich das Kondom von ihrem Schwanz, dann spritzte sie mir mit heftigen Wichsbewegungen ihre ganze Ficksahne ins Gesicht, es waren mindestens 5 dicke Ladungen die auf mein Gesicht klatschten. Es schien unendlich zu dauern bis sie alles aus sich herausgepumpt hatte.Mit einem langen Grunzer hörte sie endlich auf und betrachtete ihr Werk, mit einem neckischen Grinsen beugte sie sich zu mir runter, leckte mir quer über mein Gesicht und nahm etwas von ihrer Ficksahne auf.Ich sah wie sie es genüsslich über ihre Lippen verteilte, es einsaugte und schluckte. So eine geile Drecksau dachte ich mir nur.”Komm steh auf und wichs deinen Schwanz, gib mir deine Sahne noch dazu” dabei zog sie mich mit einer Hand hoch.Ich beeilte mich auf die Beine zu kommen wobei sie jetzt vor mir in die Knie ging und ihre Lippen weit aufriss.”Gib es mir, gib mir alles du geiler Fickarsch” Ich war so aufgegeilt das ich nur drei mal reiben mußte bis es aus mir rausspritzte, direkt auf ihre roten Lippen und in ihren Blasemund. Ich bemühte mich das nichts daneben ging, verdammt wie geil war das denn.Als ich aufhörte zu pumpen zeigte mir Chanel die Menge die sie aufgefangen hatte mit ihrem Schleckermaul, es sah aus als hätte sie den Mund voll mit Joghurt.Dann schloss sie in Zeitlupe ihren Mund und schluckte alles runter …—+—Nachdem wir uns wieder etwas hergerichtet hatten suchte sich Chanel noch einige Utensilien aus ich packte alles zusammen und bekam zum Abschied noch Chanels Handynummer.

Die Erfahrungen eines Wifesharers mit mir – Teil 2Wir, der Lover und ich, hatten ja schon im Vorfeld darüber gesprochen, dass meine Süsse vorgeführt werden sollte. Er hatte mir gesagt, dass er einige zuverlässige Freunde an der Hand hätte, die das sehr zu schätzen wüssten.Ich war, ehrlich gesagt, eher skeptisch, wollte es aber mal versuchen. Ganz pessimistisch war ich nicht, weil der Lover einen ausgesprochen zuverlässigen Eindruck macht, und auch den ersten Termin sehr pünktlich eingehalten hat.Wir hatten schon einige Wochen vorher vereinbart, dass es am Freitag soweit sein sollte, also 2 Tage nach unserem ersten Treffen. 12 Uhr war die Zeit, zu der er sich mit seinen Kollegen bei uns im Hotel einfinden wollte.Wir hatten dann am Donnerstag noch einmal Kontakt, und der Lover sagte uns, dass er um 12 Uhr kommen würde, und die Herren dann ab 12.15 Uhr. Punkt 12 klopfte es an der Tür, und man konnte auch das Klopfen des Herzes meiner Frau fast hören.Sie lag bereits nackt auf dem Bett, die Muschi blank rasiert, leicht kupfern glänzend. Er begrüsste sie mit einem innigen Kuss, gab mir dann die Hand, und betrachtete Bine genüsslich. Dabei zog er sich langsam aus. Er war recht leicht bekleidet, da es wieder ein sehr warmer Tag war. Als die Hose herabgeglitten war, kam ein sexy Slip zum Vorschein, der meiner Frau ein ‘Der ist zwar schön, aber zieh ihn trotzdem bitte aus!’ entlockte. Das tat der Lover auch, und sein schöner Schwanz kam heraus, der auch schon leicht gehärtet war.Jetzt rutschte meine Frau recht schnell an die Bettkante, setzte sich auf, und nahm den geilen Schwanz auf, den der Lover ihr da freudig anbot. Hmmm, ein wunderbarer Anblick, wie meine Frau ihn genüsslich lutschte. Man konnte sehen, dass sie ihn ins Herz geschlossen hatte…Er bemerkte auch gleich, dass sie es nicht so gern hat, wenn Mann beim Blasen ihren Kopf steuern möchte. Er nahm vielmehr seine Hände an die Seite, stütze sich selbst etwas ab, und drückte sein Becken leicht nach vorne, um in den optimalen Blas-Genuss zu kommen. Und blasen kann meine Frau, das konnte man seinen geschlossenen Augen ansehen.Sie hat dabei auch sehr viel Ausdauer, und der Lover machte gar nicht den Anschein, als würde er diesem Blaskonzert ein Ende bereiten wollen. Vielmehr zeigte er durch lautes Stöhnen und durch Sätze wie ‘Hmmmmm, ist das schön in deiner Mund-Fotze!’, dass es ihm sehr wohl gefiel…Irgendwann war er wohl İstanbul Escort der Meinung, dass sein Schwanz wirklich nicht mehr härter zu blasen sei, und zog ihn raus. Meine Frau wusste sofort was das bedeutet, und zog sich aufs Bett zurück, wo sie mit weit gespreizten Beinen auf seinen geilen Schwanz wartete. Er zog wieder in geübter Manier einen Gummi über, streichelte noch kurz über seine dicke Eichel, und ging dann auf dem Bett auf die Knie. Dann beugte er sich zu meiner Frau, spielte lange mit Mund und Zunge mit ihren Nippeln, und näherte sich dabei mit seinem Schweif ihrem Becken.’Du sollst ja heute benutzt werden, also wird es weder bei mir noch bei meinen Freunden ein grosses Vorspiel geben’, sagte er, und schon drückte er seinen grossen Pimmel in ihre Muschi.Er passt wirklich gut, das konnte ich sehen. Sein Schwanz ist einfach schön gross, nicht zu gross, und passt daher perfekt in Bines zartes Fleisch. Auch der Lover genoss diesen Augenblick des Eindringens, und stöhnte laut. Danach benutzte er meine Frau, wie man es für einen solchen Anlass erwartet. Er fickte sie also ganz anders als zwei Tage zuvor – einfach etwas härter, mit mehr Dominanz, und auf eine fordernde Art. Ihr gefiel das gut, und nach einer Weile drehte sie sich auf die Seite, um so von ihm gefickt zu werden.Gerade als er in dieser Stelle die ersten tiefen Stösse durchgezogen hatte, klopfte es. ‘Das wird Ralf sein’, sagte er. ‘Bine, zieh Deine Augenbinde auf, und Du, Andy, mach’ ihm auf, bitte.’Bine verband sich darauf sofort die Augen, und ich öffnete die Tür. Der Herr draussen schaute herein, und wusste, dass er im richtigen Zimmer gelandet war. Er kam rein, schüttelte mir die Hand, ging dann zum Bett, gab auch dem Lover die Hand, und zog sich dann zurück. Der Lover meinte nur ‘Ich bin gleich mit ihr fertig’, und fickte weiter.Jetzt wusste meine Frau, dass er sie hart ficken würde, bis es ihm kommt, weil er ja dem ersten Gast die Stute dann überlassen wollte. Ein Grinsen huschte über ihr Gesicht, weil sie es sehr genoss wie dieser Lover sie bei einer härteren Gangart fickte. DAS war genau ihr Wunsch, und sie stöhnte in den folgenden Minuten, um dann schliesslich zum ersten Höhepunkt des Nachmittags zu kommen. Wenig später spritzte der Lover mit einem lauten Grunzen ab, blieb noch einen Moment in ihr, und zog seinen Schweif dann raus.’Sie gehört dir’ sagte er nur zum ersten İstanbul Escort Gast, der sich inzwischen ausgezogen hatte. Dieser Gast, ein grosser, schlanker Mann mit dunklen Haaren, beugte sich gleich zu ihr hinab, streichelte ihren Körper, und widmete sich dann mit der Zunge ihrer blank rasierten Fotze. Sie legte sich genüsslich zurück, streckte die Arme nach hinten durch, um sich am Bettende abstützen zu können, und war dann ganz weg.Danach fingerte der Gast meine Frau, die inzwischen offenbar wieder ganz ‘durchnässt’ war, und stülpte dann einen Präser drüber. Ein schöner grosser Schwanz, so ähnlich wie der des Lovers, dehnte ihre Muschi, und fickte sie dann eine ganze Weile schön durch. Als der erste Gast gerade so richtig schön mit meiner Frau fickte, klopfte es wieder an der Tür. Der nächste Gast war da, und wurde mit ‘Hallo Markus’ vom Lover herzlich begrüsst.Nr. 1 wusste jetzt, dass es an der Zeit war abzuspritzen, hämmerte seinen Harten noch einige male in die Stuten-Muschi, und kam dann ganz genüsslich.Er zog gleich raus, um Nr. 2 Platz zu machen. Dieser hatte sich inzwischen ausgezogen und trat ans Bett. Meine Frau hatte sich aufgerichtet, und an die Bettkante gesetzt. So einfach war das gar nicht, weil sie ja nichts sehen konnte. Sie tastete nach dem nächsten Gast, weil sie mitbekommen hatte, dass er bereit für sie ist. Zuerst war sie mit je einer Hand an je einem Bein von Markus, und hatte dann leichtes Spiel, um seinen Schwanz zu finden, der inzwischen schön hart nach oben stand. Ein Prachtschwanz, dachte ich mir leise, und schon sagte meine Frau ‘Oh, das ist aber ein grosses Ding!’. Markus, der zweite Gast, grinste daraufhin zu unserem Lover hinüber…Meine Frau blies dann etwas an diesem Riemen, aber ich spürte, dass sie ihn einfach in ihrer Muschi spüren wollte. Sie lies dann auch recht schnell von ihm ab, und legte sich mit weit gespreizten Beinen aufs Bett. Nr. 2 leckte sich daraufhin kurz über die Oberlippe, nahm einen Präser zur Hand, zog ihn gekonnt über, und begab sich auf meine Frau, die sein Eindringen mit einem gurrenden Geräusch goutierte.Schon beim ersten Eindringen merkte man wie geil Nr. 2 war. Sein Gesicht verzog sich vor Geilheit, und im Folgenden musste er sich sehr stark beherrschen, um nicht frühzeitig zu kommen. Sehr lange konnte er das nicht aushalten, und spritze genussvoll in der Ehe-Stute ab, die dann doch Escort İstanbul etwas traurig war, als dieser Prachtschwanz aus ihrer Möse verschwand.Aber da ja inzwischen die Gäste Nr. 3 und 4 bereitstanden, konnte meine Frau gar nicht lange über diesen ‘Verlust’ nachdenken. Vielmehr war Nr. 3 gleich auf ihr, streichelte ihre Titten, leckte ihre schon schön durchgefickte Fotze, und erregte meine Frau von neuem. In diesem Fall wendete sie sich nach einer Weile von unserem Gast ab, um ihm ihr geiles Hinterteil darzubieten, in das er sogleich geschützt eindrang. Vaginal natürlich, nicht anal!!An diesem Punkt muss ich sehr positiv bemerken, dass die Gäste, die unser Lover da ausgesucht hatte, sehr gut instruiert wurden. Sie haben meiner Frau beim Blasen den Kopf nicht gehalten, sie haben sofort einen Präser übergestülpt, wenn es daran ging in ihre Vulva einzutauchen, und sie haben keinen Versuch gestartet über anale Praktiken zu diskutieren. Ausserdem wurde sie wirklich ‘benutzt’, ohne grosses Vorspiel, und ohne den sonst so schönen Blümchensex, der einer harten Nummer vorangehen kann. Ein grosser Dank an unseren Lover! Wir haben das auch schon anders erlebt…Ähnlich wie Markus, war auch Nr. 3 anzumerken, dass er extrem geil und recht aufgeregt war. Er fickte meine Ehefrau eine kurze Weile, dann kam es ihm auch schon. Meine Frau sagte mit dann im Nachhinein, dass sie das schon etwas schwach fand, aber da sie ja zu dem Zeitpunkt schon über eine Stunde lang fast ohne Unterbrechung gefickt wurde, war es ganz OK für sie. Sie sagte mir auch, dass man genau in so einer Situation den Unterschied zwischen einem unerfahrenen Schnellspritzer und einem erfahrenen Mann wie unserem Lover spürt. Das eine ist eben die Benutzung der Frau, um zu kommen (was in dem Fall ja auch so abgesprochen war), das Andere ist richtig geiler Sex mit einem tollen Bull.Die Nr. 4 war dann wieder etwas erfreulicher. Er liess sich sein Durchschnitts-Rohr schön lange von ihr anblasen, genoss das sehr, und machte nicht den Anschein als wenn es ihm gleich kommen würde.Wieder begab sich meine Frau dann nach einigen Minuten des Blasens auf alle Viere, legte ihren Kopf bequem aufs Kopfkissen, und genoss die Stösse des Gastes. Er hielt sich an ihren Seiten fest, und fickte sie schön hart durch. Das Stöhnen meiner Frau war seine Belohnung. Nach einigen Minuten dann konnte man an den Zuckungen seiner Füsse sehen, dass es ihm bald kommen würde, was dann auch geschah.Auch er wusch sich anschliessend, und verabschiedete sich sehr freundlich.Meine Frau war von diesem Nachmittag sehr angetan, und fragte im Anschluss ganz süffisant, wann wir denn mal wieder in dieser ‘schönen Gegend’ seien…

Anna´s UngehorsamAnna´s Ungehorsam(von Sahra Madimi Swannesha)Du stehst vor mir. Nackt. Und Du siehst mich mit einem Blick an, in dem ich Furcht und Erwartung erkenne. Du weißt, es war ein Fehler mit den anderen Frauen auf X Hamster zu flirten und eindeutige Bilder deiner Nacktheit zu posten. Und deine feuchtglänzenden Schamlippen sind ein verräterisches Zeichen, dass mir sagt, dass du es dir dabei besorgt hast. Du hattest nicht damit gerechnet, dass ich so früh nach Hause kommen würde. „Sahra, ich …“, setzt du an. Doch ich lege nur meinen Zeigefinger an meine Lippen und du verstummst. „Du weißt, was ich Dir versprochen habe, wenn Du Ungehorsam warst?“ Es ist weniger eine Frage, als eine Feststellung. Du nickst zaghaft. Natürlich weißt du es. Du kennst meine Vorlieben. Doch du hast sie noch nie kennen gelernt. Du bebst leicht am ganzen Körper. Doch es ist nicht nur Furcht vor dem was ich mit dir machen werde. „Bring mir die Handschellen!“, befehle ich dir. Du siehst mich einen kurzen Moment erschrocken an, doch dann beeilst du dich, meinem Wunsch nachzukommen. Du streichst dir dein langes, seidiges Haar aus dem Gesicht und schenkst mir ein unsicheres Lächeln, doch mein Blick bleibt streng. Auch wenn ich am liebsten dir ein Lächeln schenken möchte. Doch dann würdest Du wissen, dass es nur ein Spiel ist. Ein Spiel zwar, bei dem ich dir ein wenig wehtun werde, doch das brauche ich. Ich sehe, du möchtest etwas sagen, dich aus der Situation retten. „Nein, Anna. … Ich habe dich gewarnt. Deine Geilheit ist nur für mich und ich habe dir nicht erlaubt, dich selbst zu befriedigen.“, meine ich so enttäuscht wie möglich. „Hey, ich bin doch nicht dein Eigentum.“, begehrst du auf und siehst mich entschlossen an. Ich lächle humorlos. „Fessel dich selbst.“, sage ich im ruhigen Ton. Ich mag es, wenn du dich widersetzt. „Komm schon Sahra. Ich habe doch nur ein wenig mit anderen Mädels geschrieben. Wir haben uns doch auch so kennengelernt.“ Noch immer stehst du vor mir und hältst die Handschellen fest. „Wenn ich dich selber fesseln muss, steigen die Schläge auf deinen süßen Po.“, erinnerte ich sie. „Ich habe kein Bock auf deine kleinen blöden SM Spielchen, Sahra.“, du wirfst mir die Handschellen vor die Füße und drehst dich um, um verärgert davon zu gehen. Das war dein Fehler. Mit einem Satz bin ich hinter dir und ehe du dich versiehst, klickt es zweimal und deine Handgelenke sind hinter deinem Rücken gefesselt. „Spinnst du?!“, Empörung und Zorn sehe ich in deinen Augen, die mich böse anfunkeln, als du dich zu mir umdrehst. Ich küsse dich heftig auf den Mund und ersticke so deinen Etiler Escort Protest. Nach einem kurzen Moment des Widerstandes erwiderst du meine leidenschaftlichen Lippenbekenntnisse. Wir ringen beide heftig nach Atem, als sich unsere Lippen von einander trennen. „Du hast die Wahl. Fünf Gertenhiebe auf deine unartige Pussy oder Klammern auf deine frechen Nippel, die sich mir so sehnsüchtig entgegenrecken.“, stelle ich dich vor die Wahl. Viel lieber wäre mir, ich könnte beides mit dir machen. Doch ich will dich nicht überfordern. … Noch nicht. „Meine Pussy?“ Du siehst mich mit Entsetzen an. „Oder Klammern.“, erinnere ich dich. „Dann lieber die Klammern. Aber nur, wenn du dich ebenfalls ausziehst!“, verlangst du von mir. Ich nicke und drücke dich zurück auf unser Bett, wo du zuvor es dir selbst besorgt hast. Deutlich sehe ich die feuchten Flecken auf dem Lacken und ich kann deinen süßen Duft riechen, der sich so verführerisch aus deiner Pussy zu meiner Nase emporsteigt und mich trunken macht. Langsam, sehr langsam strippe ich vor dir. Lasse dich nicht einen Augenblick aus den Augen. Genieße es, wie deine Blicke meinen Körper verschlingen. Ich sehe dein Verlangen, mir meine feuchte Muschi zu lecken. Langsam gehe ich auf dich zu, versuche dabei wie eine Raubkatze geschmeidig zu wirken, die ihre Wehrlose Beute sicher hat und sich nun alle Zeit der Welt lässt, um mit ihrem Opfer zu spielen. Dein Atem geht heftig und deine Brüste beben deutlich bei jedem deiner Atemzüge. Ich sehe deutlich die Nässe, die an deinen Schenkeln und deine Muschi glitzert im Licht der hereinfallenden Sonne. „Und nun zu deinen frechen, süßen Nippeln, meine kleine Sklavin.“, meine ich voller Vorfreude, dir diese bittersüßen Schmerzen zufügen zu dürfen. „Kann ich nicht lieber deine Muschi lecken, Sahra?“, fragst du, in einem letzten Versuch die Schmerzen zu umgehen. Doch innerlich weißt du, es wird dir nichts nützen. „Nein. Das musst du dir erst wieder verdienen. Und jetzt gehorche, oder ich hänge noch zusätzliche Gewichte an deine Nippel.“ Augenblicklich reckst du, nicht ohne einen gewissen Stolz in deiner Haltung, mir deine Brüste entgegen. Ich schenke dir ein bewunderndes Lächeln. Meine stolze, schöne Sklavin. „Es sind ja nur Klammern.“, meinst du mehr zu dir selbst. Ja, es sind nur Klammern. Aber was du nicht weißt, ich habe die Federn an den Wäscheklammern ausgetauscht und etwas Stärkere eingesetzt, damit der Druck heftiger ist. Ich nehme die erste rote Klammer und streiche mit ihr sanft über deine glühende Haut. Umkreise deinen linken Nippel mit ihr. Du siehst mir Etiler Escort Bayan dabei zu, in der bangen Erwartung auf den Schmerz. Ich küsse dich zärtlich auf den Mund um dir ein wenig die Angst zu nehmen. „Du kannst noch immer unser Safewort sagen, dann höre ich sofort auf.“, flüstere ich dir sanft ins Ohr. Du schüttelst nur kurz den Kopf. Ich habe nichts anderes von meiner Süßen erwartet. Deine Nippel sind hart und hoch aufgerichtet. Ich gebe Dir noch einen kurzen Augenblick, dann setze ich die Klammer auf deinen Nippel. Erschrocken holst du tief Luft, spürst den beißenden Schmerz, der sich in dein empfindliches Fleisch beißt. Doch außer deinem heftigen Atem, der mehr Erregung als Angst ist, zeigst Du mir nicht. Ich liebe deinen Stolz und ihn immer und immer wieder zu brechen. Mit ein wenig Trotz reckst du mir deine andere Brust entgegen und ich gebe dir kaum Zeit, dich auf den erneuten Schmerz einzustellen, als er dich durchfährt. Heiß und Lustvoll. „Du hast die Federn in den Dingern ausgetauscht.“, presst du unter lustvollem Schmerz hervor. Ich grinse Hintergründig. „Du Miststück!“, es ist mehr ein Flüstern, dass über deine lustvoll bebenden Lippen kommt. Ich krieche über dich. Meine Schenkel sind weit gespreizt und gewähren dir einen exklusiven Blick auf meine feuchte, rasierte Muschi. Direkt durch deine bebenden Brüste mit den leicht tänzelnden Klammern an deinen Nippeln. Die durch deinen eigenen Atem immer wieder sanft schwingen und dir so einen zusätzlichen Schmerz bereiten, der deinen Nervenenden vibrieren lässt. Ich sehe dir fest in die Augen, während du meinem Blick standhältst. Dein leiser, spitzer Schrei ist Musik in meinen Ohren, als meine flache Hand hinter mir deine feuchte Muschi und deine noch immer geschwollene Perle mit zwei gut gezielten Schlägen trifft. Ich reibe nun mit beiden Händen über deine nasse Spalte, streiche durch sie hindurch, ohne auch nur den Blick von dir abzuwenden. Ich sehe deine Enttäuschung, als ich mich, noch immer auf dir sitzend aufrichte und meine von deinem Lustsaft feuchten Finger meiner linken Hand spielerisch über meine eigene, feuchte Spalte gleiten lasse. Ich kann deutlich spüren, wie mir mein eigener Lustnektar von meinen Schamlippen auf deinen Oberkörper tropft. Genüsslich lecke ich mir einen Finger nach dem anderen meiner rechten Hand ab. Schmecke dich. Berausche mich an dir. Du bist meine Droge, mein Eigentum. Ohne auch nur kurz den Blickkontakt mit dir zu verlieren. Doch du kannst deinem inneren Drang nicht länger widerstehen. Ich weiß es. Ich kenne dich, Anna. Du liebst es, mir Escort Etiler dabei zuzusehen, wie ich es mir selber besorge. Meine feuchten Finger, der rechten Hand greifen nach meinen vollen Brüsten, kneten sie grob und fest. Zwirbeln die harten Knospen meiner Nippel. Drehen sie, bis ich den Schmerz bis in meiner nassen Spalte zu spüren glaube. Ich beneide dich einen kurzen Moment um die beizenden Klammern an deinen Brustwarzen. Ich bin inzwischen so feucht, dass ich mit zwei Fingern in mich dringe, mich selber langsam ficke. Mein Atem wird flacher, wird schneller und ich seufze verhalten meine ansteigende Lust dir entgegen. Ich brauche mehr. Ein dritter und ein vierter Finger dringen nun in mich. Suchen den Punkt. Meine Bewegungen werden schneller, unkontrollierter. Ich kann nicht anders. Ich greife zu dem großen, roten und dicken künstlichen Dildo, der mehr der Nachbildung eines Hengstgliedes ähnelt und schiebe ihn mir in mein Lustzentrum. Zunächst langsam, um ihn voll und ganz in mir zu spüren. Doch lange halte ich es nicht aus. Auch schließe ich meine Augen voller Lust und Erregung. Ich weiß, dass du mich nach wie vor dabei beobachtest. Ich will, dass du mich dabei betrachtest. Mehr und mehr meines Lustnektars verteilen sich auf deinem Oberkörper, je schneller ich mir das künstliche Hengstglied in mir arbeiten lasse. Mein Körper beginnt zu zucken und ich muss mich mit einer Hand abstützen, um nicht das Gleichgewicht zu verlieren. Während ich mir immer schneller das große Ding in meine Muschi stoße. Die ersten Wellen bahnen sich an. Ich spüre sie. Kann und will mich nicht gegen sie wehren und doch zögere ich es noch einen kurzen Moment hinaus. Will das intensive Gefühl voll und ganz in mir aufnehmen. Erleben, wie es mich davon reißt. Und dann überkommt es mich. Es zerrt mich mit sich. Lässt mich in einem gleißenden Licht explodieren. Es ist, als müsste ich ertrinken und doch ist es eine Befreiung. Ich stöhne laut meine Lust und meinen Orgasmus heraus. Es kümmert mich nicht, wer es hört. Ich ziehe in einer fließenden Bewegung mir das Riesending aus meinem Lusttempel und vermisse das Gefühl des ausgefüllt seins augenblicklich. Auch wenn ich eine hundertprozentige Lesbe bin, das Gefühl brauche ich ab und an dennoch. Doch die Leere in mir ist nur von kurzer Dauer. Ich spüre wie ich im selben Moment erneut komme und dabei über deine mit Klammer verzierten Brüste Squirte.Völlig erschöpft komme ich auf dir zu liegen und brauche einige Momente um wieder im Hier und Jetzt anzukommen. Glücklich vereinige ich meine Lippen mit den deinen. „Danke Anna. Ich liebe deinen Ungehorsam.“, flüstere ich dir zärtlich aber noch immer etwas außer Atem ins Ohr. „Und nun werde ich mich um deine Bedürfnisse und deine lockende Pussy kümmern.“, mit diesen Worten rutsche ich an dir südwärts und bahne mir mit Küssen meinen Weg zu deinem Lusttempel.

Frau betrügt mich mit Mehmet Teil 3Endlich Mittagspause. Mehmet und ich verließen das Werksgelände und gingen wie vereinbart Spazieren. Er fragte dann was willst du wissen? Ich erwiderte nun ja mich interessiert schon wie ihr zu einandergefunden habt und warum du mir das eigentlich zeigst? Er meinte dazu, die gefällt es doch!?! Ich wir kennen uns doch gar nicht! Darauf er he dann rede mal mit Nadine darüber ich mache nur das was verlangt wird von mir und er lies mich stehen und drehte um. Ich lief noch weiter und war wie benebelt, wusste nicht warum das alles und nahm mir vor mit Nadine zu reden. Ich nahm das Handy und rufte Sie an jedoch ging sie nicht ans Telefon. Die Mittagspause neigte sich zu Ende und ich machte mich an die Arbeit als Nadine bei WhatsApp schrieb was wolltest du?Ich wollte mit dir redenWegen was?Warum bist nicht ans Telefon?Ich Bügelte und hab’s nicht gehörtWer ist Mehmet?;)Was soll das Smiley????Komm erst heim ich sag’s dir schon Ich war so sauer und konnte den Feierabend kaum herbeisehnen.Dort angekommen war Nadine mit einem freudigen Grinsen mir entgegen gelaufen und mich geküsst, ich versuchte sie weg zu drücken und meinte gehts noch? Setz dich doch erst mal Schatz…Wir setzten uns aufs Sofa und ich wollte gerade anfangen dann meinte sie psssst… hör mal sagte sie ich weis das du auf Videos stehst mit dem Begriff Wifesharing! Du hast dich beim PC mal nicht ausgeloggt und als ich an den PC ging war diese Seite Xhamster offen und ich konnte im Verlauf sehen was du so anschaust! Ich war sauer Ataköy Escort Bayan auf dich aber meine Muschi wurde wach bei diesen Videos und ich musste es mir machen. Mir lies dieser Gedanke nicht los und beschloss unsere Beziehung auf ein neues Level zu bringen. Ich sagte indem du dich ohne Gummi ficken lässt?? Was wenn du Schwanger wirst! Schatz ich nehme die Pille also keine Sorge! Warum darf ich dann nicht ohne Gummi?? Das gehört dazu meinte Sie, nur wenn du brav bist darfst du mich ohne Gummi ficken.Ich meinte wie stellst du dir das jetzt vor?Lass mich nur machen…Ich sagte zu ihr ich gehe jetzt zu unserem Schrebergarten ob sie mit möge? Nein geh nur allein lächelte Sie.Ich lief dorthin er ist ca. 15 Minuten zu Fuß weg ich wässerte alles und ging wieder nach Hause wo schon das Abendessen wartete.Wir redeten nicht viel, Nadine machte auch keine Anstalten was zu sagen. Ich ging dann an und sagte wir wollen wir weitermachen? Nur weil ich so Videos schaue ist das kein Grund fremd zu gehen! Daraufhin wurde sie sauer! Jetzt mach mal halblang sagte Sie und beruhige dich.Ich stand auf und ging unter die Dusche, ich meinte ich hörte die Klingel aber ich erwartete niemanden. Fertig geduscht ging ich nach einer Weile nach unten und fragte Nadine hat es vorher geklingelt? JaUnd wer war es?Nur ein Hausierer.Ich ging wieder nach oben und zog mich an. Dann kam Nadine auch hoch und sagte Schatz setze dich: ich will mich nicht mit dir streiten. Wir redeten dann bestimmt eine Stunde.Dann klingelt Ataköy Escort es wieder ich wollte aufmachen und sie sagte lass nur ich gehe und gab mir einen Kuss. Ich hörte dann Hallo komm rein! Ich dachte mir oh Gott lass es nicht Mehmet sein aber er war es ich erkannte sofort seine Stimme. Schatz kommst du? Mehmet ist daIch lief die Treppen runter und Mehmet grinste hi Kollege ich nickte nur und sagte hi. Nadine willst du was trinken, ein Bier wäre nicht schlecht, Schatz hol doch bitte ein Bier für Mehmet. Ich ging in den Keller und die Situation was nun kommt machte mich Geil ich blieb auf halber Treppe stehen und schaute in unser Wohnzimmer da küssten die beiden sich schon ich wurde immer noch geiler. Nadine umschling mit ihren Armen Mehmet und die beiden küssten sich wild und innig. Er packte ihre Schenkel und hob sie zu sich hoch wie gekonnt klammerte sie ihre Beine um ihn und er trug sie zum Sofa. Ich vergaß beinahe das Bier und nach einer kurzen Denkpause ging ich weiter.Die beiden waren so in Ekstase und bemerkten schon nicht mehr das ich da bin.Hier dein Bier! Hey grinste Mehmet danke dir. Nadine forderte mich auf ihm die Hose auszuziehen ich war wie Starr hörst du nicht Schatz zieh seine Hose aus. Ich machte was sie wollte. Und jetzt die Boxershort man war das ein Riesendicker Pimmel. So und jetzt komm Mehmet und fick meine geile Fotze.Mehmet reagierte sofort und zog ihr nein riss ihr alles vom Leib und setzte an, spotte und sagte Jürgen mach ein Foto. Ich zögerte nicht und zog mein Handy.Ich Escort Ataköy fotografiere sie beiden und mir machte es auf einmal richtig Spaß. Die beiden legten ein Tempo los und Mehmet spritzte mit einem lauten Raunen ab. Sein Sperma war so zäh das es nicht mal aus ihrer Fotze laufte, sie Mehmet komm ich lutsche ihn dir sauber.Mich machte das so Geil das ich an meinen Schwanz spielte und Nadine dann schorf sagte hör auf du bist noch nicht dran. Mehmet lachte und sagte Nadine du hattest noch keinen Orgasmus was ist los so kenne ich dich gar nicht mit seinen breiten Grinsen während er ihre Nippel mit den Fingern massierte. Ich möchte geleckt werden und dann kommen und beide schauten mich an. Ich sagte sofort das geht jetzt zu weit und Nadine wurde gleich lieblich zu mir du muss doch nur den Kitzler lecken du kommst mit seinem dicken Sperma nicht in Kontakt. Schau doch ich behalte es in mir. Ich konnte nicht mehr und ging auf die Knie und leckte ihren Kitzler. Sie bewegte ihr Becken auf dem Rücken liegend Mehmet schrie sie gibt dein Schwanz ich will lutschen und er gab ihr was sie wollte ich wurde immer noch geiler mein Penis tat schon ordentlich weh und dann kam meine Nadine wie irre, ich bekam nicht rechtzeitig meinen Mund weg und wurde von ihr am Kinn getroffen noch nie Spritze meine Nadine aber diesmal ich konnte es nicht glauben. Nadine sagte zu mir das ich brav war und ich solle die mit dem Zewa sauber machen dann forderte sie mich auf auf das Sofa zu sitzen und fing an mich zu Blasen so wie nie zuvor Mehmet nahm nochmal vorlieb und fickte sie Doggy es war so Geil und wir 3 kamen alle gleichzeitig! Es war mein geilster Orgasmus und Nadine schluckte alles runter das hatte sie bei mir noch nie zuvor gemacht.Mehmet ging danach mit den Worten bis dann ihr geilen Ficker.

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Just a regular Dad.

I’m just a regular Dad, at least I’ve always thought so. I’ve done the same things that millions of men before me have done, had a good childhood, been to uni, skinny dipped with friends, had sex on the beach, got a decent job, got married, had kids, got divorced. Up to that point everything was normal except for one small thing, the reason for my divorce.

The reason for my divorce was that I suddenly found myself drawn to men as much as to women. I say women (meaning plural) because our marriage had always included other people; not on a particularly regular basis, but if we met another attractive couple with the same predilection, then neither of us were ‘prudish’. I watched happily as my wife fucked other men, she did the same if I fucked another woman, but when I showed an interest in men, she couldn’t take it.

It was a bone of contention for a year or two, she enjoyed other women as much as I did, so why did she have a problem with me enjoying other men? Even before our marriage it was obvious to me that she was at least partially bisexual, I had spent many hours thoroughly enjoying watching her with other girls, and men. I didn’t understand her position on that at all.

We separated, then made it official. It was completely amicable. My wife kept the house, I bought a flat. The kids stayed with her, I paid her a generous childcare allowance, without involving the legal system. We meet for a drink occasionally, and the kids are welcome to stay with me whenever they want. The kids, well, one of them, staying over, is what changed my life irrevocably.

My son, Jason, was thirteen, my daughter, Janet, sixteen, when Kathleen and I split up. The kids spent the odd weekend with me, either together or individually for a couple of years before making their own decisions about such things, Jason didn’t stay as much as he got a bit older, but Janet ended up with her own key. She stayed at the drop of a hat, no rhyme nor reason, she was free with the place.

Janet was attending the local university, my flat was a lot closer to the campus than her mum’s place, and being as sensible as she was she saw no reason to get student accommodation with me being so close. She didn’t exactly move in, she just turned up as and when she liked.

I was a bit nervous at first, I had a regular ‘friend’ who came round, but Janet was a lot more open minded than her Mum had been when he was around. She was quite happy to come out for a drink with both of us, and didn’t react at all when we went back to the flat for some playtime. She was completely at ease with us.

I had a busy week ahead of me. It was Jason’s birthday, his sixteenth, on the coming Wednesday, and on Friday I had to attend my company’s quarterly cocktail party. I found the parties hard work. My wife used to attend as my ‘plus one’, but since the split I’d been going on my own. My sexuality was my business, and my business alone, which was good as far as Lee, my friend, was concerned, as he wouldn’t be seen dead at that kind of function. Others went with same sex partners, so it wouldn’t have been a problem for the company, but as I say, my business is my business.

This time though I was coming under pressure from the regional managing director. He turned up at these shindigs with a different girl every time, usually about a third of his age and very buxom. He had been hounding me for the last three weeks or so to make sure I had a ‘plus one’ with me. He stated right out that it would be to my advantage to have a lady on my arm.

On the Wednesday evening I sat in the Thai restaurant and waited for my family to arrive, it had been Jason’s choice of venue, his favourite food.

I saw a taxi pull up outside and my ex-wife got out, followed by my son. Then I got a shock, rather than my daughter getting out, a very elegant young lady got out. I thought perhaps this must be Jason’s girlfriend, and maybe Janet had cried off. They came into the restaurant and as they came to the table I stood and offered to help them into their seats. My former wife was as lovely as ever, my son was smart and looking very grown up. The lovely young lady was.. Fuck me! It was Janet!

Now I must take a moment to set things straight. My daughter is about three inches shorter than my six feet one. Her fashion sense had never made sense to me, it could only be called scruffy-retro. Don’t get me wrong, she’s very very pretty, but her clothing seemed best suited for a skip! Apparently this was the current ‘thing’, all her clothes came from charity shops, few actually fitted her, but she was happy enough in them.

This was a Janet I’d never seen before, tall, beautiful, and elegant, yes elegant, I couldn’t believe my eyes!

My thoughts went back over the past few years. At sixteen Janet had been a tall but gangly young teenager, pretty but as thin and shapeless as a pencil. I always thought her most redeeming Erenköy Escort feature was her love and protection of her brother. God help anyone who tried to come between them! I’d seen it happen only once, when a boy at school tried to bully my son, my daughter became nothing short of vicious. My wife and I had been called to the school to discuss her actions, she didn’t take prisoners apparently. She only narrowly avoided being kicked out of the school, her defence? “Nobody messes with my brother!”

Over the next few years Janet changed. Under all the loose baggy clothes I couldn’t see her shape very clearly, but she did have a habit of moving between my bathroom and her bedroom wrapped only in a towel, so I knew she had developed, in all the right places. I couldn’t really see anything, nor did I particularly look, I am her dad after all.

Now as I looked at her I couldn’t believe she was my daughter. I was looking at an elegant sophisticated young woman, not my scruffy carefree little girl. Gone were the loosely tied bunches in her hair, she now had free flowing golden waves. Gone were her second or third hand charity shop clothes, she was wearing a designer suit in a rose colour that reflected her beauty perfectly. It also perfectly highlighted her previously well hidden figure. I was stunned. She was seriously ‘hot’.

Having seated my family I was just a bit tongue tied, not so my son though.

“That’s ten quid you owe me!” He held out his hand and looked at both his mother and sister . I asked what was going on, to be informed that he had bet both of them that I wouldn’t recognise Janet. I told them that he had definitely won that bet.

Over the several courses of the meal it transpired that my having mentioned my Friday night dilemma over the past couple of weeks, Janet had decided (without my knowledge) that she would be my ‘plus one’! I didn’t know how to respond to that suggestion, certainly not in front of her sixteen year old brother and mother. I got my chance after we left the restaurant. Kathleen and Jason were heading home, Jason had school the next day, I was going to the pub for a quiet pint, and Janet hooked my arm and informed me that she was coming with me.

Once seated in the pub I explained my concern.

“These do’s are full of old lecherous men, not to mention the women, it would be like going into a tank full of sharks for you. The second anyone knows you’re my daughter you’ll be a target. It’s dog eat dog in there!”

“I’m not going as your daughter, I’m going as your date, nobody there knows me and nobody needs to know me. I’m going to circulate the party, tell everyone how wonderful you are and make lovey dovey eyes at you all night before whisking you away for a night of passionate love making!”

“Oh, really?

“Well, it doesn’t have to be passionate love making, that depends on who I’m talking to, it could be just a good fuck fest!”

“Janet!”

“What? Dad, we’re both adults, and adults swear, I thought we agreed that what you and I said to each other stayed with each other. Mum’s told me about these parties, and the lecherous old buggers that have tried it on with her in the past. And the way they are probably going to be looking at you and talking about you. So I’m going, and I’m going to be clinging on to you like a love lorn teenager, which I am anyway. So get used to it!”

Headstrong isn’t quite the word I would have used for her, Bully would be more like it.

Friday night came, and with it my daughter, dressed in a rose pink cocktail dress that showed off her assets like a fashion queen on a catwalk. The three inch heels brought her up my my own height. She was nothing short of stunning! The compliments and pats on the shoulder I received all night paid tribute to my taste in a companion. The guest list included not only most of the company’s regional managers, but the actual owner and principal share holder. It was a big do, and Janet shone.

I’d perhaps had a few too many drinks when Janet sashayed across the room and whispered in my ear that it was time to go. I tried to put it off, for once I was enjoying myself, but she was having none of that, she kissed my ear and whispered “Daddy, do as you’re fucking told and order the uber!”

The car was there within five minutes and once we were in it she explained that she’d been overhearing lots of bits of conversation that indicated I was being considered for a big promotion. She needed to get me out of there before I’d had any more to drink! She was looking after me the way she did her brother.

I wasn’t drunk, just a bit merry, but back at the flat Janet made me drink about a pint of water and then dragged me into my own bedroom. She’d kicked off her heels by now, as I had my shoes, and the little coat she’d had on over the cocktail dress was also flung on a chair somewhere. She pushed me down onto the bed and without any further ado dragged my trousers off of me.

“Why are you wearing Erenköy Escort Bayan two pairs of undies?”

She’d caught me. I’d put a pair of boxers on over my briefs, basically to help keep my cock under control.

“Because I couldn’t afford to walk around with you all evening without them, have you any idea what you’ve been doing to me all night, and the other men in that room? I was just taking precautions!”

“Oh daddy, that’s so sweet! But you don’t need them now!”

With one swift move she hooked her fingers into the sides of my underwear and pulled both pairs off me. My dick stood up like a flagpole.

She took one look at it, smiled at me and said “now that’s what I’m talking about!”

A second later I was in her mouth, I hadn’t moved. Her warm soft lips were wrapped around my cock, her hand gently squeezing me as she sucked. When her head started bobbing I almost lost control, but then she slowed down, taking me deep at first and then raising herself up so that only the tip remained in her mouth. Then down again until I hit her throat. Where the hell did my little girl learn to give blow jobs like this?

I hadn’t been able to speak, I was so taken by surprise that my breath was taken away. I looked down my body at my beautiful daughter with my cock in her mouth and thought I was either hallucinating or I’d died and gone to heaven!

Neither was true, as I found out when she suddenly pulled away from me and started to undress. She somehow shimmied out of the dress leaving her stood in just a balcony bra and a thong along with elasticated top stockings. She was a picture like Aphrodite, pure beauty, and she was still removing her clothes!

“I hope you’re going to take that shirt and jacket off before we get into bed!” She’d already pulled my socks off, and now she unhooked her bra and dropped that on top of them. Oh my god, her breasts were perfect, I know now that she is a thirtysix D, but all I saw then was the most beautiful breasts I’d ever seen! My daughter’s breasts were about grapefruit sized, her nipples about the size of a large hazelnut, surrounded by slightly darker pink areola an inch or so across. They were perfect.

Her thong and stockings quickly followed the bra and this picture of perfection stood naked in front of me.

“Do you like what you see?”

“Fuck yes!”

“You said it, fuck! Let’s get into that bed and make some noise!”

She darted across the room to the light switch and we were plunged into semi darkness.

My remaining clothes came off in record time and I shuffled into the bed, instantly followed by my naked daughter. I lay there still in a fugue, I hadn’t caught up quite yet with what was happening. Janet immediately went back to work on my dick, licking, sucking, squeezing, even gently biting. One of her hands was constantly fondling my balls and I had to warn her of my impending explosion, I couldn’t hold it much longer.

I looked forward to spraying the inside of her mouth, one of my favourite sexual acts, but it was not to be. Suddenly, without warning my daughter stopped sucking me, she threw one of her legs over me, and while staring into my eyes she rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit and then slowly impaled herself on me.

She was so tight yet smooth and slick. She didn’t hurry, she very very slowly filled herself, as if savouring every moment as she slid down onto me. Finally she came to rest, her full weight resting on my groin, my erection up inside her burning hot interior.

It was dark in my room, but not so dark that as she started to lean forward I couldn’t see her features. I’d never known Janet to wear make-up, but that evening she was made up, not a great deal, just enough to highlight her beauty. She was beautiful, we’d never kissed fully, just the occasional peck on the lips or cheek, but as she came lower I instinctively knew where she was aiming for. As her super soft lips found mine we both opened up and our tongues began to dance.

As we kissed she began to move her body, sliding slowly back and forward, driving me deeper into herself. Her body was undulating, round and around, backwards and forwards as she corkscrewed her way onto me. Our kissing intensified, as though we were truly trying to eat each other. I ran my hands down her body, her slim waist, her hips, were so smooth to my touch, I began to aid her in her movements.

She lifted her head for just a second, breaking our kiss “Fuck me daddy, really fuck me.” It came out almost as a whisper before she locked her lips back on mine.

I rolled us over so that she was laid under me and began to thrust into her. I felt her raise her knees and her fingers found their way into the flesh on my back. I couldn’t keep up the kissing and the deep breathing that I needed to do at the same time so I broke the kiss and stared down at my gorgeous daughter as I did what she wanted. I fucked her, deep and hard.

She smiled up at me Escort Erenköy with an expression I’d never seen on her before, a mixture of love and lust and she began very quietly making demands of me.

“Fuck me daddy, do it to me daddy, get inside me daddy! I want this so much daddy! Fuck me harder! Fill me with your cum!”

As I pounded into her I couldn’t resist those incredible breasts. I leaned down and took her right nipple into my mouth, sucking and then gently biting it as it grew ever harder.

“Oh yes, dad! Suck my tits, bite them!”

I didn’t last long, I was surprised I’d lasted as long as I had given her earlier actions. Thoughts of possibly impregnating her never even entered my head as I burst inside her. My first ejaculation was violent, my second and third, even a fourth, less so. I completely flooded my little girl with shot after shot of cum. It was obviously exactly what she wanted as her body rose to meet mine as she stiffened to a point of being rigid, lifting me up with her as I stayed buried deep inside her.

As her body softened and sunk back to the mattress her legs came up and wrapped around me. “Stay in me daddy, I want you in me.”

I stayed in her, she was hot and slick and I never completely softened. We kissed some more and whispered sweet nothings in each other’s ears until I felt another stiring of my cock inside her. My daughter obviously felt it too as she whispered once again. “Do it again daddy, fuck your little girl!” Maybe it was her calling herself my little girl, or just my own incestuous thoughts, either way, she was definitely pushing the correct buttons as I hardened very quickly and we began a second round. We changed position a dozen times, me on top pounding into her, then her on top screwing herself down on me, or riding me like a horse. We fucked, we didn’t make love, we weren’t gentle with each other, we used each other. She bit my nipples, I worshipped hers, she fed me her tits, demanding I bite them! We rolled around the bed abusing each other until we both collapsed from sheer exhaustion. I was still buried balls deep in her when we sank into sleep.

It was mid morning when I awoke, my bed was warm but I was alone. I could smell bacon cooking and could hear the sound of gentle humming as Janet obviously moved around my kitchen. As I got out of bed I noticed the mess the sheet and duvet were in. I had had at least three rounds of ejaculation, Janet seemed to have had almost continuous orgasms, we’d soaked the bed. I had expected a mess, but was surprised to see the stains had a definite pink colouration to them in places. It took a moment or two for me to realize what I was looking at, blood!

I hadn’t realized, hadn’t even considered that my nineteen year old daughter would still be a virgin after a year at uni. I had taken her virginity, her childhood, her innocence, I felt dreadful, and deeply ashamed of myself.

I knew I had to face the music, and take whatever criticism she threw at me. I needed to shower first though so I made a very quick dash into the bathroom and after using the toilet had a one minute shower. It’s surprising how long a single minute can be, it was long enough for me to realize that I was not the monster I was painting myself, it takes two to tango!

My bathrobe was missing so I put on a pair of lounging pants and a tee shirt before going into the kitchen. Janet was stood by the cooker, turning slices of bacon and eggs in the pan. When she saw me she stopped what she was doing and flung her arms around my neck and kissed me.

“I’m sorry about the mess in the bed dad, I didn’t think it would be that bad, I’ll do the washing!” She gave me another kiss.

“Janet, I didn’t know, I didn’t realize you were still… I took it from you…”

She looked at me with a very serious face.

“Is that what’s bothering you? It shouldn’t! I knew, and I knew exactly what I was doing, and you didn’t ‘take’ my virginity, I gifted it to you, you and only you. From the day I learned what virginity was I always knew it would be you I gave it to!”

Her beautiful smile was infectious, and when she opened her robe and told me that she was just a little sore and needed me to kiss her better I couldn’t refuse! Eating my daughter on that kitchen table before once again fucking her sealed my life forever.

From that day on our relationship was simple, dad and daughter, with benefits! We didn’t always have sex when she came over, or stayed over, we were casual about it. She was right about the promotion, I became regional manager as my former boss retired.

Janet seemed able to accept just about anything that life threw at her without any drama.

I remember the first time she walked in on me and my boyfriend. I was on my hands and knees on the living room floor and Lee, my boyfriend was hammering away in me. Janet suddenly appeared and walked across the room nonchalantly saying “Hi dad and Lee!” on her way through.

That was the start of another change in our relationship, Lee and I didn’t hide our activities as well as we might, or possibly should have, and one day rather jokingly (I thought) she suggested that maybe she should get herself a strap-on, to join in the fun. I thought no more about it.