The Domme Club: The Fucking

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This story will likely be most enjoyable if it is read after reading The Domme Club and one or two other stories in the series (for background of Tom and Monica’s relationship and how Tom has previously been humiliated in front of the Domme Club.) Respectful comments are appreciated.

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Mistress Monica left Tom the standard list of chores to do while she was at her monthly Saturday Domme Club meeting. He was dressed in a standard working maid’s outfit that she had ordered from a uniform supply company on-line. He didn’t like it much. It was pretty drab in contrast to the frillier, lacier, and silkier outfits he had come to cherish, but she now only let him wear those in her presence. This one was grey cotton. Mistress seemed to know that Tom was more focused when he was wearing a less elaborate outfit.

She designed his chores so that he was rewarded for completing the more mundane tasks by being allowed more intimate duties. For example, after he’d scrubbed the bathroom floors and toilets, he was allowed to inventory her makeup and make note of any items that she needed him to go to Ulta to buy for her—new lipsticks, mascara, foundation, things like that. (One of the Dommes from the Club, Mistress Kacie, worked there, and Tom had been directed to ask for her when he shopped for Mistress Monica. This was especially embarrassing for him because Mistress Kacie knew that Tom wore panties and a bra underneath his male outer clothes. Plus, of course, Mistress Kacie had been at the Domme Club meeting their home where Tom’s small penis was on full display and she’d also seen Tom masturbate while Mistress Monica was being fucked by a large cock. Mistress Kacie was nice to Tom, though, in a tolerant, superior sort of way. She understood him because she had her own submissive at home, and she teased him just enough to humiliate him when he was in the store.)

He couldn’t explain it, but since he’d been required to shop at Ulta under Mistress Kacie’s supervision, he’d been getting erections every time he touched Mistress Monica’s makeup. He would tremble and sweat before going into the Ulta store to ask for Kacie, so inventorying Monica’s makeup was exciting for him. Tom had admitted to Mistress Monica that he’d started getting erections every time he touched her makeup, sometimes even when he saw ads for makeup on TV. She’d essentially trained him to develop this new fetish.

Another thing Mistress Monica did to make his chores more fun was that hand-washing her panties, bras, and stockings was the last thing on the chore list. She would motivate him by posting little notes around the house. If he was to clean out and scrub the fridge, for example, he might find a note in the fridge that would read “Five more chores until sissy gets to sniff his Mistress’s panties.” Then, when he finally got to the panties, there’d always be a sexy note. Something like, “Put this pair over your head, sissy, while you wash the rest. Sniff your Mistress. Smell the pussy that you are forbidden from fucking. Perhaps I will let you suck my pussy when I get home. And do not touch your little thing.”

Tom loved doing chores for his Mistress.

At the end of the chore list was this instruction: “When your chores are complete, you may change out of your work uniform, take a shower, dress in panties, bra, and your DD forms, kneel by my throne to wait for my return home.”

Mistress referred to her easy chair in the living room as her throne. She had put small rugs by the side and in front of it for Tom to kneel on when he honored and serviced her. Tom was waiting as instructed when she arrived. She ignored him as she put away a few things from her meeting and looked through the mail. He heard her walking around the house checking on the status of his chores. Then she came into the living room and sat on her chair, patted him on the head, and said, “You did a nice job on your chores, sissy Tom. Did you enjoy sniffing my panties?”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress,” he replied. “Did you have a good meeting?”

“It was very interesting. We talked about how many Dommes allow their bursa escort submissives to penetrate their pussies with their sissy cocks.”

“And?” Tom asked.

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know. I’ll tell you one thing for sure. No cock as small as yours ever feels the inside of a dominant woman, nor should it,” she laughed. “Remind me, Tom, just how small is it again?”

Tom hesitated. “It is, it’s, umm, almost four inches,” he said.

“Tom!” she said, sternly, “Be honest with Mistress. Do I need to get the ruler?”

“It’s three and five eighths inches, Mistress,” Tom said, bowing his head, his face reddening.

“I will tell you this, the smallest cock that is allowed in a pussy of any Domme in the Club is six. Do you think you could grow?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Stand up, Tom. You’ve been a good sissy today. I will play with it for my amusement while we talk about the most marvelous idea one of the Dommes came up with today.”

Tom stood up. His penis pushed against the nylon of his pink Vanity Fair full-cut panties.

“Look how excited you are, sissy. Pull your panties down for your Mistress.”

Doing as he was told, Tom shuddered with excitement as Mistress Monica took his quivering cock into her hand.

“Mistress Kacie likes you, Tom. She feels sorry for you, how embarrassed you are when you come into her store with your list, shopping for your Mistress. You know she told me that you stare at her breasts. Do you, Tom?”

She took her hand away from his penis and he bowed his head in shame. “Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress.”

“Look at me, sissy!”

He did as he was told. She put her hand back on his cock and gave it a few gentle strokes. “I understand that you admire the beauty of women and I have no problem with that, Tom. Next time you visit the store you will apologize to Mistress Kacie for ogling her breasts.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“She feels sorry for you that you have such a little prick, and that you never get to fuck.” Tom’s cock was twitching in Monica’s hand. He wanted to pump and spurt, but he knew better. “She lets her husband fuck her, Tom, about once a month, if he earns it, but she would never allow a thing as little as this inside of her.”

Tom let out an involuntary moan. Mistress Kacie was beautiful.

“But things are different with her submissive. He has a seven inch cock, for one thing. And you’d be shocked to hear what he has to do to earn the privilege of entering her.” Monica could feel the pressure building in Tom’s penis and she let go just before he ejaculated. “We almost had a little accident there, sissy. You would have been in big trouble.”

“Sorry, Mistress. It’s the talk about fucking.”

“How long has it been since this little thing has been in me, Tom?” Monica asked.

“Nearly ten years, Mistress.”

“And what happened the last time I let you fucked me, Tom? Did you satisfy me?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Why not, sissy, what happened?”

“I, ahh, I, ahh, I came too soon.”

“We’ve been over this before, Tom, how soon was too soon?”

“I don’t know.”

Tooommm???” Be honest, or you won’t get to taste me.”

“Th-thirty seconds,” Tom answered.

“Well we both know it was more like twenty-eight, but close enough.”

“Say it, sissy, say why you are allowed to fuck me.”

“I do not deserve to fuck you, Mistress, because my cock is inadequate.”

“That’s right, sissy, and what is inadequate about your penis?”

Tom hesitated, lowered his eyes, “It is inadequate because it is so small.”

“And…?” Mistress Monica asked, impatiently.

“And I am a premature ejaculator.”

“That’s right. Poor sissy.” Monica let go of his cock, stood up, hiked up her leather skirt, pulled off her black silk bikini panties, and sat back down. “Kneel in front of me and bury your face in my womanhood. I want to tell you Mistress Kacie’s idea while you suck me off.”

Tom hurriedly did what he was told. Soon he was deep in subspace listening to Mistress Monica, surrounded malatya escort by her scent, lapping at her clit, and swallowing her juices.

“I’m going to let you fuck. Mistress Kacie convinced me that it was time that you be allowed to fuck and the other Dommes agreed. Would you like to be allowed to fuck, Tom?”

Knowing that he could show her his answer by lapping at her pussy more furiously, he stretched his tongue as far as he could and moved his head up and down, making loud slurping noises.

“Yes, yes, yes, my sissy would love to be allowed to fuck a pussy with his tiny little cock.”

Sucking even more furiously, Tom was on the verge of losing his load when Mistress Monica grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face away from her crotch, “If you dare to squirt, there will be no fucking,” she whispered, then pushed his face back into her and ground herself into him until she spasmed and purred with pleasure. He gently licked around the outside lips of her labia while she rested.

Finally she said, “Get up, sissy. You have pleased me.” His small penis stood erect in front of her, exposed above the pink panties that were pulled to mid-thigh. “Normally I would allow you to masturbate for my amusement since you’ve met my expectations today. But I want you to be chaste until the fucking. Go and fetch your chastity cage and a bowl of ice.

Disappointed, but fearful of disobeying her, Tom did as he was told. Before long, there was a clear plastic chastity tube encasing his penis.

“I’m calling a special meeting of the Domme Club next Saturday evening for any that want to observe,” Monica told Tom as she clicked the lock on his chastity cage. “I’ll let you out of this then.” She gave the tube a tap with her manicured nails, “It’ll be such fun.”

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The day of his fucking Tom was required to do his usual chores, but under the strictest of supervision from Monica and while wearing his frilliest maid’s outfit and and his five-inch pumps. She watched with gleeful amusement as he washed the bras and nylons she had thrown in the hamper that week, and mocked him as he licked the gusset of each pair of her panties before tossing them into a tub of soapy water. Then he prepared snacks and beverages for the meeting and put them away in the refrigerator to await her guests.

As the hour of the meeting approached, she supervised his bathing and shaving of all of his body hair. She spritzed him with perfume and had him dress in a flowing white chiffon nightie with lace bodice and matching loose fitting granny panties. She escorted him to their four poster bed where she locked his ankles to the footposts and his wrists to the headposts. Then she unlocked his chastity devoice, took it off, and went to await and receive her guests.

He could hear them laughing and talking as he lay waiting anticipating his first fuck in over ten years. Other than Mistress Kacie and his medical doctor, Tom did not know the identities of any of these women. But they knew who he was, and what he was, and what he wore under his business suit or casual clothes every day. He never knew if he was interacting with a member of the Domme Club at the grocery store, at a restaurant, in a courtroom, or even in his own office (although he’d suspected for some time that at least one of the legal assistants in his office was in the club).

Tom laid in bed listening to the women and imagining how good it would feel to have his cock surrounded with a warm, silky, moist pussy once again. He couldn’t believe that he’d finally be allowed to fuck Mistress Monica. He only wished that he would not be on display. He vowed to last a long time and he wanted to please his Mistress. His cock began to grow, twitching, and pushing against his virginal white panties.

Mistress Monica came into the room. She had changed into her tight-fitting black leather pencil skirt, black nylons, black knee high leather boots with four-inch stiletto heels, and a tight-fitting white satin blouse that accented her large breasts and was unbuttoned to show the top of çanakkale escort her lace pushup black bra. She was holding a short-handled riding crop. Tom strained against the restraints. “I’m ready, Mistress,” he said, his small cock making a small tent in his panties.

“I see that,” she said, rubbing him through his panties and sending a wave of excitement through his entire body. “Ready to fuck?”

“Yes, Mistress, I am ready to fuck you.”

“Fuck me?” she laughed, “Oh no, silly sissy, it won’t be me that you’ll be fucking. How foolish of you. I’ve told you that your cock is far too inadequate for fucking me. You’ll never fuck me again.” She went to the bedroom door and called out. “Mistress Kacie, bring her in.”

A moment later Mistress Kacie came into the bedroom carrying a full-size plastic doll dressed in only a pair of red bikini panties. “Meet Dolly,” Mistress Monica said, waving towards Tom’s date, “Let him sniff her pussy, Kacie.”

Mistress Kacie brought the doll to the bed and spread her legs over Tom’s face, pushing the crotch over his nose. He couldn’t help but inhale and he was overwhelmed with his Mistress’s scent. “She has a tampon in her pussy that I wore all day yesterday, and I’ve been wearing those panties for two days.”

Almost imperceptibly, Tom’s hips lifted off of the bed and he began a slight pumping motion. “Drink in my scent, sissy. Before you fuck Dolly, we will take out that tampon and fill her pussy with warm lubricant. We will be blindfolding you so that the ladies from the Domme Club can watch you fuck her.” She stopped and grabbed his cock and squeezed it. “And Mistress Kacie will start a stopwatch as soon as your little cock penetrates her.”

Soon Tom was free of the restraints and blindfolded. He wore only the pair of panties pulled down to his knees. Mistress Monica positioned Dolly on the bed with her legs spread in the missionary position while Mistress Kacie inserted the warm lubricant in her silicone pussy. “Lay on top of her, sissy Tom. You may play with her tits while you wait for all of the Dommes to come in. When we are ready Mistress Kacie will put on a pair of plastic gloves and guide your little thing into Dolly’s pussy and you may begin to fuck. Continue fucking until you shoot your sissy juice into Dolly. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Monica.”

Tom heard rustling of skirts and clicking of heels as the women gathered around the bed. “Now ladies, before we start, you might be wondering why I don’t have my submissive stripped naked for this fucking. Truth is that he has such a panty fetish that he has trouble keeping an erection unless he is wearing panties. I know that it humiliates him for me to tell you this…which is why I’m telling you.” There was a round of laughter.

“Beg me to fuck her, Tom,” Mistress Monica said.

He hesitated for just a second, “Mistress Monica, may I please fuck this doll?”

“Call her by name, Tom. You must even treat representations of women with utmost respect.”

“May I please fuck Miss Dolly?”

“Yes, sissy Tom, you may. Kacie, prepare sissy to fuck.”

Tom felt a hand on his cock and another on his ass. His cock was guided towards a tight, but slippery slit. “Push,” Mistress Kacie said as she pushed down on his ass. He pushed and he felt the head of his penis enter a warm chamber. “Keep pushing,” she said. He did, and soon his full three and five-eighth inches was surrounded in a wet and warm tunnel. He wanted to ejaculate then and there.

“Fuck, sissy, fuck her. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” several voices said.

He thrust back and forth. He could not believe the ecstasy he felt. The pleasure was so intense that he lost track of everything around him. All sensation centered in his cock. Thrust, thrust, in and out, so warm, so wet, so tight. He was fucking, fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking. He could feel the explosion starting to build. He tried to stop it. He tried to pull out. Hands pushed down on his ass. Too late. He exploded into Dolly. He had fucked her, shot his sissy load into her, ejaculated into a plastic doll in front of more than a dozen Dominant women. He had fucked a doll.

He collapsed into Dolly, felt her large plastic tits against his bare chest. “How long did he last?” Mistress Monica asked Kacie.

“Thirty-two seconds,” Mistress Kacie said.

“So inadequate,” Mistress Monica responded.

“No wonder you don’t let that little thing inside of you.”

Gift Never Forget

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It was an evening in mid December. Telephone was ringing. I guessed it was my husband Kingsley. I took the receiver hurry, because he went to inspect a branch office of his working place which was located about 200km away from the head office. He informed me his safety arrival and accommodation. He inquired about the son who had prepared to go for two days Scout Champ in the school. I said every thing was ok.

“Kingsley, you know one friend has come to visit us after long time. Can you guess?” I wanted to surprise him.

“Who?” He asked impatiently.

“Wait, I will give the receiver to answer you.” I gave the receiver to her.

“Hellow, Kingsley, Madhu is here.” She spoke with him intimately because we knew each other for long time.

After that Kingsley asked me to keep Madhu, because she came after long time and I was too along at home. At first, Madhu was not willing to stay because of she didn’t bring clothes to change. I asked her, not to worry about that because she could share with mine.

Finally, Madhu took a call to her mother and informed that she would be with me and told her mother to look after her daughter. I knew Madhu’s husband was working in abroad. He came to the country only for two to three weeks vacation per year. Therefore, Madhu had to do lot of things to look after her mother and daughter along. Madhu didn’t do a job as well as me.

Madhu was very charming, fair and beautiful lady at the age of mid thirties. I loved the way of her smiling. When she talked with me, she had expressed herself frankly. Relatively she was shorter than me. After getting married, she had became little bit fat but she used to dress up neatly and beautifully. On that day, she had worn three quarter blue colour tight denim jeans with white sleeveless blouse with colure.

We both sat on the large single king size sofa which was in the TV lounge separated from living room of the house. We talked about lot of things in past and then, till getting dark.

” Oh my God. Madhu. I forgot to give you anything to drink. Wait I will prepare a cup of tea. Till then you watch the TV.” I switched on the cable TV program and went to the kitchen.

When I was carrying tea, she was gazing at the TV screen. Her bear legs taken on to the sofa and her straight hair had put one side over the right shoulder just like little child.

I admired her features as she had very broad hip, sharp curves and fair complex. Particular thing I noted when Madhu was walking that her boobs bounced according to her steps.

I sat close to her. We both zipped tea while watching the TV. The film was classical romantic story. Dialogs and embracing scenes of the film had done very classical way.

“So Madhu how is Terance now?” I just wanted to know her thoughts on her husband.

“Mmmmm… not bad Priya.” I realized her voice had little bit sad.

“Your tone implied that you are not in happy. Isn’t it?” I looked at her eyes.

“I don’t want to hide anything from you Priya.” She pressed the switch off button of the remote controller and turned on to my side. Her helpless face told me big story behind her.

“You know Priya, he always thinks about himself.” Madhu started to tell about her pressure in the heart to get gaziantep escort somewhat of release of her agony. She described that most of the time he was reluctant to care about her. Whether she liked or not, his decision had to be accepted. She had got fed up with this autocrat domination of family life. I could see her eyes filled with tears.

“You know Priya, I don’t want to tell those things with others. I know you can understand me. Sometime you don’t believe, Even his behavior in sex is also selfish and dogmatic. He does whatever he wanted and finishes it” I put a hand around her neck and consoled caressing her head.

“And you know Priya, it is almost ten years to our marriage life. I am really sad to say, I have never reached to the climax.” She hid her face on my shoulder. I felt the wet ness of tears dropped on me.

“Don’t worry darling, forget about” I tried to console her pulling her towards me.

“I know you all can do nothing, but I wanted tell somebody who can understand me.” She continued telling her grievance.

“OK, baby relax.” I wiped her tears with my fingers and smoothly caress her cheeks.

Madhu looked at me and her lips curled into slight smile. I felt that she was seeking a care like a child trying to be comforted in her mother’s arms. Our faces got close to feel the warm breath of each others. Our lips met in a seemingly accidental soft sensual kiss. Dark clouds on her faced disappeared. I observed her bright eyes were blossomed with comfort. The calmness of the evening was invited to hidden desires of each other. Our lips met together again to get seductive pleasure.

We kissed lips for a while without any other moments. Finally Madhu rolled over to my lap keeping her bent legs straddling. Both tongues met like dance of passion. Her breast pressed against me. I felt my nipples got harden with this unexpected love play. It led to touch her boobs instinctively. They were heavy and grown. Madhu also followed me as I did. Her blouse was unfastened and removed by me. Her black lace bra contrasted with the fair skin of her. I cupped her boobs with my palms. Madhu gasped with heavy sighs. She unhooked the bra behind and let fall on to the floor.

It was really nice firm breast with erected nipples and easy suck-able. She had large areola around her tits. It was very sexy. Naturally, I knew that areola getting darken if somebody aroused in sexually. A tiny pendant of her necklace was laying between the cleavage of her breast. She rolled up my T-shirt over the head and removed my pink bra promptly. Nipples got stiffen with the touch of her. She pressed our boobs together and felt the softness of humps. Madhu squirmed with pleasure. I intended to satisfy her intense desire for sex.

We swung boobs with hands and grazed against each others nipples. Once I gripped her nipples tightly to make her hurt and pulled towards me. She squealed in delight. I was sensed that she liked for rough handling in getting satisfaction. I started to suckle her tits and nibbled wildly. As result of that she cried with immense pleasure.

I let her to stand up on the sofa keeping her foot beside of my lap and unbutton her jeans and pulled down the zipper. It konya escort was a struggle with her jeans to remove because it was so tight to her bigger nether area. However after bigger fuss, I removed her jeans. She was wearing a white cotton panty. A stain on the crouch implied that she was really wet.

Softness of her creamy thighs impressed me to stroke tenderly. Soft caress of me made her into honey. Her face was blushed with shyness as well as me. But, both of us intension was be wild with fantasy. I put my hands around her and grabbed bums to pull her crouch close to my face. I nuzzled her pussy over the panty and delighted with the aroma of her secrets. Before she seated on my lap, I pushed down my skirt and panty which was already saturated with fluid seeping out from my hole. After that, I pulled down and removed Madhu’s panty baring our voluptuous bodies without any cloth.

Madhu’s bush has been trimmed well and shaved to appear a little triangle on it. I had thick bush with very dark in colour.

She sat on my lap, landing her broad hip and we started to kiss again while reached my hands on her bums behind and fondled. It was really soft and fatty. I squeezed both bums delicately and sucked her tits same time by tweaking with teeth. Madhu squirmed in delight.

I motioned her to lie down on the sofa and I knelt down on the floor. She opened out her legs and hurried to part her pussy lips with fingers to get wondrous of feelings. I started to lick her pussy and delicate pink folds of it. Tip of the tongue was great on her clit. I teased and nibbled her popped out sensor clit under the hood of outer lips. She groaned and cried loudly and arched her body to easy access of me. I twirled her honey hole putting inside the tip of my tongue. Her breathing deepened and came to ripples of multiple orgasms.

“I want more darling” She raised her voice implying me her peculiar sexual desire.

I put my middle finger along her seeping pussy hole. Her groaning filled with the room. While I was finger fucking her, I was remembered something that I got from my colleagues at the farewell party in Singapore National University when I was doing diploma. During period of studies I used to wear jeans regularly and had a very short hair cut. They called me by nick name “BOY”. They gave me a small box mentioning Try this you will be perfect boy.

“Madhu, I will come soon darling, just give me two seconds.” I took her hand and kept on her pussy to continue till I come back. Even that moment she was fuddled with ecstasy.

I went to master bed room on upstairs’. I had never walked around in my house fully naked. However, I found the small box at the corner of my wardrobe. I opened it removing the packing. It was latex rubber strap on. I hurried to read the instruction of use. Then I put on it as instruction given. Actually, It was really 7 inches male penis with balls in colour of tan. Naturally, I felt very hot feelings after fixed that on to my groin area. It had mentioned in the instruction, the user must have fixed the device unmoved by the adjustable belts for the proper usage.

I had never thought that I would have to use this. The feelings were inspired to see my image in naked kayseri escort eye. I stood up in front of the life size mirror in dressing table. It was amazing. I turned to every angle to see this spectacle. I whipped the penis by swing nether area. It looked like that I was changed into shemale appearance.

I rushed back to TV lounge. Madhu was still rubbing her pussy with great pleasure on the sofa. She didn’t see till I came close to her. Her eyes were closed. I kept the stiffen dick over the face of her.

“Madhu” I called her name. She opened her eyes and widened surprisingly.

“Wow, you are amazing, from where did you find?” She sat on the sofa grabbing the dick with her both hand and started lick it liked the most valuable gift that received in her life time. Dick was lubricated with her saliva. I motioned her to lie down on the sofa. Widening her thighs, the dick got close to her pussy. I wanted to play really male roll of the encounter till she got the maximum. Holding dick by hand, I ran the head up and down along the saturated slit.

Gushing out juices made easy access to her pussy hole. I thrust the dick into find the way up to womb. Madhu cried with pleasure when I was moving the staff in and out slowly. When I was fucking her fingers fondled with her clit. It was really happy to see her blushing face moved side to side.

I directed her to upturn for doggy position and entered from back of her. The position was comfortable me to poke the dick into luscious pot. The shaft slithered into the maximum point to quench her sensuous lust. I started to thrust her unmercifully. She gasped and moaned with unbearable pleasure that she had not got earlier in the life. I grabbed her hip and pulled towards me against every stroke to increase the intensity. She tossed her head side to side with a grunt of her throat.

“Ohhhhh .. you are killing me darling…..” She thrashed against the headrest of the sofa.

I felt little bit tired due to particular task vested on me to bring her to orgasm. It was obvious that prolong play was needed to satisfy her. Therefore, I moved and lay down on the floor. The Persian carpet on the floor made comfort to the body. She switched to the active partner on me. The dick had become slick and signing due to dipping in the honey hole of her.

She straddled and slowly landed her pussy hole, on to the prick letting go inside. All the seven inches gulped by sweet pussy of her. She swung her crouch to front and back to stimulate her inner walls and led to tingle on her pussy lips. Finally, she started to fuck herself moving her back up and down. Her strokes were so powerful. She used entire length of the dick to thrust by pushing pelvis area up and down. It made sound of clapping with great power. She became wild and furious accelerating her pumping movement. She screamed and groaned loudly.

She grabbed my boobs and muttered “Fuck me, fuck me oooh God”.

She was fuddled with nymphomaniac desire of her. I too joined her by pushing her hip simultaneously.

” oh kill me…yes..yes..yes..” Her blushed face and opened mouth implied that she was coming.

“Oh really good sweetie.” She collapsed on me.

I felt her gushing out juice ran down along the thighs. She kissed me again madly all over my face.

“You are great darling. You did every thing to me. This is first time Priya.” She kissed my hands getting together as worshiping.

We stayed long time same position softly caressing each other till we go for dinner.

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Elena’s Party

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It is Elena’s birthday party, Elena is turning 35 and had decided to throw a big nineties party. The kind of party for people in their early to mid-thirties who do not party as much as they used to and like it when they get to. Elena is a colleague of Sam, my wife.

Sam and I are very much the target group: on most Friday evenings, we fall asleep on the couch at 10 PM after a long workweek, and although we like to dance and paint the town, somehow it is very low on our priority list.

Tonight though is very much on, the party spot is a place we used to frequent when we were students, the people are our kind of people and the music is very much our kind of music. I wear blue jeans and a black T-shirt. Sam is wearing a little black dress and black sneakers. It is summer and the place was only 500 meters away from where we live, so there’s no need for jackets.

We know quite a few people at the party. We drink a bit, dance a bit, talk to interesting people, and drink some more. Overall, we have a good time.

Somewhere mid-monologue, a story from a past holiday in Oman, Sam stops speaking, smiles a big smile, and screams “Tim!”

A dark-haired guy, in his late twenties or early thirties, square-jawed, slim built and carefully dressed turns, beams in Sam’s direction and comes our way. They hug and kiss each other’s cheek (we are European, it is what we do). Tim had done a six-month stint at Sam’s workplace a year ago. Sam had loved Tim from the get-go. He was funny, smart, caring, took initiative… all the things Sam likes in her colleagues.

She would rave at home about him: how happy she was that he was in her team, how she hoped he could stay, the books they had both read, the theories of psychology they both liked and disliked (she’s a psychologist)… For a few months, he was her best friend and his name would be mentioned at the dinner table. A few weeks before he changed jobs he came to eat at our place and I got to know him as a very affable and attractive guy. I understood how Sam liked him.

Tim introduces himself to some people, shakes my hand warmly, holding on a bit longer than necessary. After a few minutes of how-have-you-been-and-where-do-you-work-now chit chat, the DJ plays a great song by the Strokes, and much of the party moves to the barely-lit dance floor. We dance together. We dance apart. Sam has this sexy dance where she dances seductively with me.

She becomes all swaying hips. Nothing dirty, just flirty and sexy, and then she leaves me and dances alone for a bit. Then she moves to dance with another girl or with another guy and does the same. It’s all harmless fun. If I had a body like hers I’d do the same.

The Strokes get replaced by other 90s classics. Sam dances with me, with Tim, with other guys and girls. When a new DJ arrives the music changes, more soul, more funk, and more groove: Sam Cooke, Curtis Mayfield, James Brown. So we dance closer. More tender. While dancing close with Sam, she pushes and grinds her behind into my crotch.

Earlier she danced like a flirt, mersin escort now there is a sexual charge. Tim appears in front of her. We sandwich her together. Two men friskily caress her svelte body. Just 10 seconds. My hands massage her butt and hips. His hands are on her side and shoulders. We move in unison together. I disengage, dance apart, They stay close. They touch each other, pet each other, and grind against each other.

A bit later Sam dances in my direction and pushes her body straight into mine. We move together. My upper leg is applying pressure on her nether region. Her breasts are on my chest. She brings her lips to my ear and in a husky voice, she says: “Can we take him home?” I lift an eyebrow, though, with her cheek on my cheek, there is no way she can see that. “Does he want to be taken home?” “I am sure he will want to if I ask it nicely.” She says and gives me her faux-innocent look.

We do not often discuss threesomes, but I know this is something she would love to try, and tonight is as good a night as any.

“Cool,” I whisper and kiss her neck.

She rubs her crotch some more on my upper leg. Kisses me and let’s go. She circumnavigates some other dancers straight to Tim. They dance, they talk. He looks in my direction. An eyebrow shoots up. I give him a confirmation nod from across the room as if to say “If that is what she wants, we’re good.”

I turn and head for the bar. If we’re going to do this, we may as well be tipsy. Three shots of vodka. One per person and off we go. Sam walks in between us and chirps about how she’s so happy we’re all getting along, that it was a beautiful party, and on and on. When she is just a bit nervous, she starts rattling, and she’s rattling now.

Our apartment building has a small elevator, I hold the door open, Tim gets in first, then Sam and then me. I softly push Sam into Tim. She barely needs a push. Her lips aim for his lips her hands for his back. They kiss hungrily. I place my hands on her behind and squeeze her while pushing her crotch forward into him. I kiss her neck. She groans.

Getting into the apartment, they barely stop kissing. After closing the door, I kneel behind her and I kiss my way up from her calves and start sucking and massaging her butt. She moans again. When I am through working her butt cheeks, I get up and take her dress with me. She puts her arms up to accommodate me removing her dress. The dress drops to the floor.

Sam is wearing a light blue silk bra and matching panties. Tim and I go on massaging, kissing, and sucking her every bit from her calves up to fingertips. We suck, lick, nibble, bite, fondle and pinch every square centimeter of Sam.

She stands, moans in appreciation, and allows things to happen to her. From behind, my hand finds its way into the front of her panties. I find her clitoris and stroke it the way I know she likes it (two fingers, one on each side).

My left hand massages her butt. Tim undoes her bra and her small breasts jump free. kocaeli escort He takes one in his mouth. She squirms, moans, and gasps. It takes a few seconds before she finds her composure again. She leans forward, unbuttons Tim’s pants, and pulls them down.

She pushes him against the wall, bends over by the waste, and takes his cock, already long and hard, in her mouth. While she sucks him off, I strip down her panties and massage her pussy lips and her behind. After a while, he lifts her and turns her around.

She looks at me straight while she rubs her but in his crotch. Her fingers make a come here sign. So I do and we kiss passionately. She takes off my T-shirt, unbuttons my jeans, and takes off my jeans and boxers in one go.

Going all pornstarlike on us, she gets down on her knees and puts my cock in her mouth, with her other hand she jerks off Tim. We just stand there. I know I could be jealous, but Sam is living her dream and I love her.

I nod at Tim and together we pick her up and carry her to the couch. We drop her on her back. I take place between her legs and start licking her while Sam takes Tim’s cock in her mouth. Tim massages her breasts while he’s being sucked off. I put one of my fingers in Sam and with another, I massage her perineum.

She starts moaning and spasms shoot through her leg. I start massaging her butt cheeks. Soon enough she releases Tim’s cock from her mouth. She pulls him off erratically with one hand and with the other, she pushes my face deeper into her clit. I suck and lick.

Her noises became squeaks, the noise she makes before reaching orgasm. Soon her body convulses, her vagina contracts and it takes a few minutes before she responds again. When she comes back, she turns on her hands and knees with her behind to me and starts to suck Tim off again. I start penetrating her from behind.

We ride her each on our side, passionately more than aggressively. But Sam wants Tim’s cock. So she unplugs herself from both sides and gets Tim to lay on his back. Her face is beaming as she lowers herself on his cock. She seems completely taken by the moment as she slowly rocks on his cock, her hands on his chest, her arms pushing her breasts together. He has his hands in his neck to lift his head and looks at her, a sly smile on his face.

I go to the kitchen to get olive oil. I grease my cock and work an oiled up finger inside her asshole. For a second she shrieks and then holds still. I work my finger completely in and take it out. She knows what is coming. I slide my oily cock up and down her ass crack. Every time I touch her asshole, her breathing abruptly changes.

When she is good and ready, I place my cock at her entrance and slowly build up pressure. She looks back, her eyes slightly bewildered, a combination of love, lust, and fear. She leans forward on top of Tim until her face is in his and they kiss, at the same time her hands move backward and hold open her ass cheeks.

I apply some more pressure samsun escort and I feel how her anus slowly gives way. She stops kissing Tim, her breathing is about all we hear, slow, and deep as if she is expecting what is to come. Then, her resistance breaks, and the top of my penis is inside. She still taking long and deep breaths. I look up from her ass and catch the eye of Tim, we hold still for a few seconds to let her adjust. Then I nod at Tim and we both start moving.

At first slowly, but once Sam has adjusted we push into her faster and faster, and in barely any time, we find our rhythm. We ride her calmly in and out. He goes deep, I almost retreat, he retreats, I go in deep. With her ass and her pussy filled, with Tim massaging her clit with one hand, sucking her breast in his mouth and massaging the other, all Sam’s sex boxes are getting ticked.

She is panting and moaning when she looks back at me I can see she’s horny as hell and about to lose the plot. We continue and Sam explodes in a great big orgasm, her sphincter contracts and contracts around my penis so that I can barely move anymore. Instead of letting her come to quietly though, I shift her weight to my side and pick her up by her ass globes.

We stand up together, my cock lodged deep inside of her ass. I let go of one of her legs which she puts on the ground. She turns her head and kisses me hungrily.

Then she turns back to Tim and beckons him. He gets up, stands in front of us, and puts his cock back in her pussy. She closes her legs behind him they share a long kiss. Only our two cocks, lodged deep inside of her, now hold her up.

We start moving again. It is barely a comfortable position for anyone, but the idea of Sam getting fucked in both holes and floating on our cocks is well worth it. After a bit, Sam taps me on the leg three times as a sign that we need change. We gently drop her to the floor and again she’s on her knees between us. She takes Tim in her mouth and now really sets her mind to finishing him off. His cock is deep in her mouth.

With one hand she pulls tickles his balls, the other reaches around the back. She massages either his perineum or his anus. Whatever she is doing, Tim barely has the time to place his hands on her head and face fuck her a few strokes before he comes in her mouth. She locks her lips around his cock as he shoots his bitter semen.

Then she swallows and licks his cock all clean. She looks up, their eyes lock, they smile. She walks hand and knees back to the couch. She puts her ass high up in the air and drops the rest of her on the couch. I am rock hard and place my cock back at the entrance of her anus. Slowly, I push my member in until my balls touch her coochie.

Then I start fucking her ass with abandon. I slide in and out fast. She groans and moans, but bucks back. I am not going to last long and when she starts tickling my balls, I go over the edge. With an aggressive last bump, I push her deep in the coach and slide my cock all in. She shrieks as I pin her down and my cock explodes deep inside of her. I collapse on top of her and stay for a bit, before removing my shrinking member from her ass.

We just lie there a bit. Tim, who had gone to the bathroom to clean himself up, now comes back into the room, gets dressed, kisses her on the lips, kisses me on the cheeks, and leaves. Sam dozes off.

The Blackmailed Wife

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It was a beautiful summer day. The mailman just came to Brenda Johnston’s house. She looked through the mail, when she came across a bill from her doctor for her yearly physical. Opening it, she found her insurance didn’t pay any of it, she was refused coverage.

Brenda called the insurance company, after they checked their records; they told her she didn’t have any insurance, as she didn’t pay the premium required. Brenda checked her canceled checks and found she forgot to pay it. She called her doctor and told him her predicament. Brenda couldn’t tell her husband as he will be very angry with her. It’s her responsibility to take care of the bills; she fought with him for about three months before he gave her the check book. She took care of the finances for the family only for the last two months. He did it himself until then. Now she has a very big challenge ahead of her. The doctor told her to swing by at the end of the day today and they can discuss ways to work out payment for the bill.

Brenda was in her late forties. She was a little overweight, with nice skin and brown hair, about five foot four inches, with a forty-four, thirty, thirty-eight figure. She was a very shy lady, but pleasant to converse with, once she got to know you. She never worked outside of the house, until the kids were old enough to attend school, and then she took a job in the school system, so she would be home when her children were. Now the kids are all grown and she works part time, a few days a week for her friends home decorating consulting business as a receptionist typist.

At four-thirty Brenda went to the doctor’s office.

“Can I help you?” The receptionist asked.

“The doctor told me to come tonight at this time.” said Brenda.

“Do you have an appointment?” asked the Receptionist, as it didn’t show up on the appointment book.

“No,” Brenda told her. “The doctor asked me to come by at the end of the day today, to discuss my bill with him.”

The receptionist called the doctor. He came out as he was done with his patients for the day.

Doctor Mayors had Brenda follow him to his office. They sat down and Brenda told him what had happened.

“I really need the money right now,” said the Doctor.

“Is there some way to pay the bill in installments, as it was over four hundred and fifty dollars, with the testing you did on me?” She asked hopefully.

He thought for a while and said. “The only suggestion I have, other than call your husband is have you be an MTA for the interns here. We need a female MTA. They get paid four hundred dollars a day. The female MTA’s are needed for a week. If you’re willing to do that then, I think we can work it out and you will have extra spending money after you’re first day.”

Brenda would do almost anything, rather than have her husband find out she didn’t pay the health insurance premium. She spent the money intended for the insurance on a new outfit she didn’t need. Brenda agreed, almost before the doctor finished telling her about it.

Then as an afterthought, she asked.” What is a MTA?”

Doctor Mayors said. “An MTA is a Medical Teaching Associate.”

“What am I going to teach the interns?” She asked the doctor.

“I am going to use you as a teaching tool for the interns. You will be given a complete exam, while they observe and then participate. Each will take a turn examining you. Giving you a thorough exam,” said the doctor

She was thinking of backing out presently. Brenda doesn’t like the humiliation of the exam, or the embarrassment of being totally exposed to the doctor, let along a group of interns.

“I am a very shy person I can’t be an MTA for you. Is there any other way to pay off my debt to you?” She said smiling hopefully that they could come to some other arrangement.

The woman who was to be the MTA for the group backed out and the Doctor had to find another woman to fill in this is why he is using a form of blackmail to get Brenda to accept the MTA position.

The doctor said no problem. “I will give you until the end of the week to give me your answer. If you decide not to be my MTA I will call your husband to get paid. I need the money by the end of the month. I need an MTA next week; otherwise I have to call your husband if you decide not to do it.”

After agonizing over the proposition all night the doctor gave her, she called him the following day and told him reluctantly. “I will be an MTA for the interns.”

She had no choice, as she couldn’t come up with the money, without her husband finding out. Brenda told her friend she was working for she has to take off the following week for personal reasons. She had everything set up, but adana escort she was not ready for what she had to do.

The Doctor told her to go to the medical college lab room one hundred and seventy-five on Monday at eight am.

“You will ask for Professor Martin he will prep you for the exam.” said the doctor.

Brenda had a very stressful weekend. She didn’t like to go to the doctors for her yearly, but now she will have to let a room full of interns examine her. Brenda couldn’t wait to get this over with. She hoped she didn’t know anyone in the group.

Her husband went to work at six thirty each morning, so she got up and took a shower checked her body, shaved her legs and trimmed her pubic area. She didn’t know what she will be told to do today, so she put on a conservative bra and pantie set, with a skirt and blouse, to finish the outfit slip on shoes.

By seven-fifteen am she was ready to go. Brenda was so nervous she was shaking. She was having trouble driving she was so scared of what she would have to do today. It took her longer than normal to arrive at the medical wing of the college, as she drove slower than usual, there was more traffic today it was earlier than when she goes downtown later in the day. She found the lab at about five minutes to eight. The door wasn’t opened yet, so she waited outside.

The Professor, a man of about fifty-five years old showed up at exactly eight am. He looked at Brenda and walked by her. He opened the lab door and went in. Brenda went in the room in back of the man.

The Professor turned around and said. “Can I help you?”

She said. “I am the MTA for the week.”

The Professor said. “I was expecting a younger woman, but it would be great to have someone older for the interns to examine.”

He said. “You’re old enough to be each of the interns mother.”

She really didn’t like this and was embarrassed to have someone her sons age examine her. Now thinking of the last statement it really upset her. She can feel the humiliation rising up thinking of young men as old as her son examining her. What will they think of her?

The Professor had her follow him into a room that turned out to be an exam room.

“Do you shave your pubic area?” He asked her.

“No, why?” she stuttered very embarrassed.

He told her. “Please remove all your clothes I will have to prep you then.”

“What do you mean by prepping me?” She stuttered feeling her face turning red with embarrassment.

He explained. “I am going to shave your vaginal area today, only leaving a little hair on your mound.”

She asked. “Where can I undress?”

He said. “You can go across the hall to the ladies room, but then you will be naked coming across the hall or you can undress in this room.”

Brenda asked, “Where is the exam gown?”

The professor said. “I can give you a gown, but you will have to take it off for the prepping anyway.”

She heaved a sigh of resignation and started to remove her clothes. She was down to her bra and panties. She turned very red she reached behind her and unhooked her bra she let it fall down her arms. She put one arm across her breasts, as she put the bra on the pile of her clothes. The hardest part was yet to come she turned her back to the professor and hooked her thumbs in the side of her panties. She slid them down her legs to the ground. When she bent over to retrieve her panties, she didn’t realize she gave the professor a great view of her flower of life and brown star from the rear. She walked to the exam table and tried to cover her body the best she could with her hands.

Brenda went to the exam table as she was instructed by the Professor. He had her get on her back and put her feet in the stirrups. At this point she has no modestly left and by the end of the day she will have many young men looking at her intimate being. She shivered at the thought.

“This is the most humiliating and exposed position any woman can be in.” she thought.

The Professor spread her wide, and stood between her legs, so he could shave her pubic area. The procedure embarrassed her greatly, not only she will be exposed to young men who are her children’s age, but she will have her pussy shaved. She has never been shaved in her life. What will Brenda to tell her husband?

The Professor used scissors to trim her first, and then he put shaving cream around her lower lips and began to shave her. He rubbed her clit as he shaved her, before long she was very aroused. This caused her more embarrassment. The Professor inserted his fingers in her pussy to hold her lips while he shaved her. She was on the verge of an orgasm eskişehir escort when he finished.

He had her stand up and face the exam table. The Professor told her to bend over and lay on the exam table. He spread her buttocks and checked to see if he needed to shave her backside around her brown star. She did need to have hair removed, so he lathered her. She could feel the cold air on her pussy and back door a testament to the fact she is wide open and exposed to this man she just met as he shaved her. The professor put on some lotion to eliminate the razor burn on all the shaved areas. He told her to put on her skirt and blouse, but leave off her panties and bra. She did this and felt naked. The skirt was short, so she had to watch the way she sat down.

The interns started to enter the room. Most were in their middle twenties. The Professor introduced Brenda to the group telling them she was to be their MTA for the week. Each one of them introduced themselves to her. There were fifteen young men. She was very scared presently. She wondered what they would think of her. The class was about to start and in came one more young man. Brenda didn’t see him come in, she had her back to him, as she nervously talked with a few of the young men in the front of the room to take her mind off her coming humiliation.

The Professor said. “Glad you could make it Bobby.”

Bobby explained. “I had to give some information to a doctor before I could come to this class.”

Brenda turned around and found out; to her dismay the young man was one of her sons’ grade school friends. Bobby had moved with his parents in sixth grade out of the area. She didn’t know he went to medical school, as her son had lost touch with him. Brenda couldn’t believe this. She hopes he doesn’t recognize her. Brenda didn’t say anything to the young man. In hopes he didn’t recognize her.

Professor Martin called the class to order just as Dr. Mayors entered the room carrying a large case with him. He told one of the interns to go to the car and get his medical bag. The Intern came back with it. He helped the Doctor set up the equipment he brought in.

Brenda looked at the equipment, but she didn’t know what it is. She asked the Professor, “What are you setting up?”

He told her, “It is a camera to see into a woman to her cervix. It sends an image to the monitor in real time.”

She shuttered to think this was going to be done to her in a short while in front of all these young men including her sons’ boyhood friend. She didn’t know if she could go through with the procedure.

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Everything was ready and The Professor introduced Dr. Mayors as the authority on OBGYN exams.

Dr. Mayors said, “Thank you Brenda for consenting to be a MTA for the next week. Today we are going to concentrate on the interior of the vagina using this instrument.” He held up what looked like a dildo with light on it. “This is inserted into the vagina to see to the cervix.”

For the next fifteen minutes he talked about the use of the instrument and what can be accomplished with it. Then he called to Brenda to come to the front of the room, so he could demonstrate it.

She walked down as if she was going to be punished for something. She hadn’t sat down as she didn’t want to let anyone know she wasn’t wearing any panties.

The doctor said, “Please mount the exam table.”

She did and waited for the dreaded words. Which didn’t come instead the doctor took each of her feet and helped her put them in the stirrups and then stated, “The skirt is in the way.” He unzipped it and had her lift up to remove it.

She was in the most exposed position a woman can be in and she was in front of sixteen young men, a professor she just met and her doctor. Brenda was very humiliated, but she was getting moist to her embarrassment.

Becoming aroused during the exam is embarrassing her more than her exposure to the group. How come she is becoming excited in this situation? She didn’t believe this could turn her on so much, but it is. The Doctor looked at her flower of life and noticed she was excited, her pussy lips are engorged, and he could smell her arrousal.

The doctor noting how excited Brenda was wanted to see if she would comply with his next instruction, “I think for the rest of this demonstration the MTA should be completely nude to see how this procedure affects the body.”

Reluctantly Brenda let the doctor unbutton her top and she sat up so he could remove it. Now she was completely naked in front of the group. Everyone could see how turned on the older woman was her pussy was leaking, her nipples hard, her sakarya escort pussy lips were engorged and the smell of a turned on woman permeated the room, if you missed the other signs the fragrance of excited pussy is unmistakable and causes males close by to become excited by an excited woman’s scent. Brenda looked around at all the men and realized they were all pitching tents in their pants. She became less embarrassed and more excited she could turn on young men at her age.

The Doctor took the round head of the camera with light on it and inserted it in her womanhood. You could see the interior just like you were in there. Everyone could see her very intimate area now. She was becoming more excited by the minute. Brenda was spreading her legs wider.

She loved the feel of the instrument, it was so hard. “OOOOOOOOOOOOH,” she moaned as the doctor was moving the instrument around in her pussy to show the group assembled all her intimate features not normally see by even her husband. He pumped the fake cock in her under the pretense of teaching his charges the geography of a woman’s man sleeve, when in reality he is was trying to get the mature woman off in front of the group

The Doctor had all the interns come up one at a time and use the instrument on Brenda. Some were very gentle with her instrument in her womanhood, others needed more practice to master the camera.

When Bobby came up he said, “Hi, do you remember me?”

She was mortified he was talking to her about the times he was at her house and he was also using the instrument on her at the same time. He was standing between her legs looking at her pussy as he conversed with her.

He whispered to her, “I would dream about you when I was younger. Now I am seeing the interior of your woman hood.” as he moved the imitation dick in and out of her pussy.

She was very close to an orgasm. There were two more students after Bobby. The last one set her off she stiffened up and had the most powerful orgasm she has ever had. Brenda screamed and passed out. The interns thought they did something wrong, even worse they hurt her flower of life.

The doctor laughed and said, “She just had an orgasm”.

This made Brenda wish she could disappear. She couldn’t believe this is happening to her. The Doctor made her stay on the exam table spread for another twenty minutes as the interns were asking questions. He would use her pussy when answering the questions. He kept his fingers in her for most of the remaining time, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her to keep her on the edge of orgasm, but never bringing her over the top. The Doctor was causally rubbing her clitoris as he answered questions. She was close to coming again by the time the question and answer period was complete.

The doctor said, “Brenda, you can get off the table now.”

Thinking the class was over she jumped off the table, but to her dismay they were not finished yet.

The doctor said, “Brenda face the exam table put your elbows on it and spread your legs, so we can use the cam on your rectal opening.”

Mortified Brenda turned and did as instructed, a smaller head was fitted to the instrument, but when the doctor started to insert it after he used a large quantity of lubricant she screamed. “You’re hurting me please go slow.”

The doctor slowed down as he pushed the instrument into her she felt like she had a log in her brown star. It felt like four hours, but the demonstration was over within five minutes. He didn’t have any of the interns use the instrument on her back door, as it was painful to her. Brenda is not accustomed to have anything in there she was an anal virgin before today.

“Thanks, Brenda we are done for today, your bill with me is paid. The remainder of the money you make will be yours.” Said the doctor

The embarrassed older woman stood up, the group has seen everything she has, and this freed her of her modesty, so she stayed to talk to the interns. Bobby talked about old times. He told Brenda he knew she was a hot lady, the comment made her turn red. They all thanked her and the Doctor told her to be at the Exam room the next day at eight am, but you better put on some clothes before you leave here. Brenda looked down and realized she didn’t have any clothes on. She dressed while they all watched her. She was getting excited again. They all followed her out to her car. They all stood there and watched her, as she drove away.

She was wondering what the next day will be like. Brenda decided she liked to be a Medical Teaching Associate for the young men and the money was better than what she was making on her present job. If all goes well this week she may volunteer to be an MTA again.

Tomorrow she will be there again. But the exam the next day is another story. If you would like to hear about it send me an email, if enough people email me I will write the next day’s story

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This story is fiction based on a fantasy.

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The Quiet One

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“The first time you do it is the best,” Greg said. “My first time, I just looked at it, this guy’s cock. I just knew I had to do it. I always had that curiosity. I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted to know what it was like….”

We were sitting on the couch. My couch, my house. Home alone. Our wives were out for the evening.

“You can’t understand what it’s like until you try it,” he added with a meaningful smile.

Shadows danced on the wall of the living-room. The TV was on but I’d muted the volume. I hadn’t turned the light on.

“If you just did it once,” he said more slowly, “If you tried it, you’d love it. Trust me.”

It was 9:00pm on a wet Wednesday evening in late July. Outside it was already getting dark. Inside the concealing shadows seemed to gather softly around us.

The light from the TV flickered on Greg’s face. His eyes were in shadow one moment, then I’d see them shining with an intense, eager light. We’d known each other for years.

I knew what he wanted; he wanted a blow-job. He’d steered the conversation in that direction. It was my own fault; a couple of weeks ago I’d admitted to him over a few drinks that the thought of it interested me. Greg wasn’t the type to forget something like that.

“Why do you think women love it so much?” he said. “It’s like nothing you’ve ever done before. Nothing else even comes close.”

His smile had faded. His voice had softened and there was something new in his tone. He looked and sounded like a guy who knew he was close to getting what he wanted. I’d been letting him do all the talking and Greg loved to talk. I was the quiet one.

He said he’d blown a guy once, a few years ago, and the guy hadn’t reciprocated. Ever since then he’d wanted to know how it felt. To hear him talk it was bordering on an obsession. I’d thought about it myself, too. I think a lot of guys do.

“Just try it this one time,” he said, and now there was an unmistakable undercurrent of excitement in his voice. “No one will ever know. It’s just the two of us. You said you’d thought about it, now’s your chance…”

Just then my glance happened to fall on the front of his jeans and something turned over inside me when I saw the shape of his cock showing through the material.

Greg was becoming aroused. He was getting hard. Talking about it was turning him on. The shadows from the TV flickered everywhere and now and then as the light changed I could see the growing bulge in his jeans. I could see the thick shape of his cock starting to make a tent in the material.

I looked up quickly and he was watching me and my face suddenly felt hot. Greg didn’t blink. He held my gaze and I saw the longing in his eyes. Hope, desire, all of it. He smiled a little but it was a tense, preoccupied sort of smile, as if a part of him still wasn’t sure how it would all turn out.

Greg had deliberately steered the conversation this way. Inside, I suddenly had butterflies. It was true, I’d thought about. I’d thought about it a lot. My face burned but at the same time I felt a sudden, reckless impulse to do it. Just to see what it was like. To find out for myself.

“Okay?” Greg said. Now he sounded cautiously excited. I could hear him breathing.

I didn’t say anything. I could feel the intensity of his gaze and I became aware that my own cock was beginning to stiffen.

“Just… just try it,” he said. He kept his eyes on me but his hands went to the front of his jeans. He fumbled with the button and ran down the zip.

His lips were parted and I heard him swallow. He was still staring at me and I couldn’t resist looking down again as he opened the front of his jeans. He was suddenly in a hurry and without stopping he pushed down the front of his black briefs and exposed his cock. Released, it thrust up suddenly from the front of his jeans and came up almost fully erect.

Shadows from the TV flickered over Greg’s cock. I could see it and then I couldn’t. The light changed and I could see his thick shaft in perfect detail. He was uncut, the same as me. His cock stood pale and hard in the white TV light. I saw the thin veins under the skin and then the picture changed and the shadows waned and his cock slipped adana escort into darkness again.

I could hear Greg breathing. There was a tense, watchful, hopeful, look in his eyes every time the light touched his face. He slowly leaned back against the cushions and at the same time he slipped down a little lower on the couch and opened his legs a little wider. There was a rapt, expectant expression on his face.

In some ways I couldn’t quite believe what was happening, that we’d reached this stage, or that I would or ever could actually give Greg a blow-job. I could feel my heart beating with a slow, deliberate rhythm. My face was still hot and my cock was stiff and aching.

It felt wrong and I was nervous but I was excited too. I’d read stories about this on the internet. I’d looked at pictures and watched videos. I knew I wanted to do it, all I had to do now was take this one step.

Greg was waiting. Teasing shadows slipped over his cock, moving up and down, exposing it then concealing it again.

I leaned slowly closer. I’d never seen another guy hard in real life, never touched another guy. I glanced at Greg and he was watching almost spellbound. His eyes flickered and his lips were parted and he slowly nodded encouragement.

His cock loomed larger as I leaned over it and lowered my head. His foreskin was pulled back a little way to expose the round, shiny head of his cock. Up close Greg’s cock looked obscene and bigger than it had before. As I got closer I could see it in more detail and I realised I could smell him too; a warm, pleasant, clean and exciting, hot-cock smell.

At first I didn’t really know what to do. I decided on the spur of the moment to suck it and I was surprised how wide I actually had to open my mouth to accomodate him. I felt my lips touch his foreskin and I took the whole, swollen tip of his cock cautiously into my mouth, closed my lips around it, and gently sucked.

It was like nothing I’d ever done before. I felt joined to Greg. His skin was soft and warm but I could feel his hardness, too. I let my saliva moisten him and then I opened my mouth a little wider and took him in a little deeper. His cock seemed to fill my mouth, the only way I could breath was through my nose. I held him like that for just a moment and then I slowly sucked, lifting my head at the same time, and letting my lips drag softly over his cock until I drew my head away.

Greg moaned. His cock jerked, and in the light of the TV his foreskin shone wetly with my saliva. Greg was panting. I glanced at him and his eyes were shining. He nodded with a plea in his eyes, soundlessly willing me on, but I didn’t need any encouragement. I wanted his cock in my mouth again.

I took hold of the base of his cock and lowered my head a second time. I was discovering to my pleasure that a cock is perfectly shaped for sucking. I opened my mouth again and felt a growing hunger stirring inside me as I took him into my mouth. This time I moaned with sheer delight. I couldn’t help it.

Once again his swollen head filled my mouth, somehow it seemed to belong there. I could feel his heat and the aching hardness of his cock. His skin was soft and warm against my lips. My saliva lubricated him. I felt a deep connection with Greg, it was more than physical. It was the most arousing and intimate thing I had ever done.

I bobbed my head gently, slowly taking in more of him, then lifting my head and letting my lips drag slowly over his head. Every time I did it I immediately wanted to do it again. There was something highly addictive about performing such a deeply personal act. It seemed to awaken a sudden, aching hunger inside me.

Part of what I liked was Greg’s reactions, he moaned frequently, and his cock seemed to be getting harder and thicker all the time. Every time I lowered my mouth over him he squirmed and lifted his hips to meet me. I was finding it hard to breath but I didn’t care. I was developing a hunger for him. His cock was wet and glistening with my saliva and I alternated, bobbing my head fast, and then slow, while Greg writhed and gasped.

I began to slowly stroke him with my right hand while eskişehir escort I sucked his cock. I’d never stroked another guy’s cock before but now everything I did seemed natural and instinctive. I liked the way his cock felt in my hand, the way his skin moved. At the back of my mind I was dimly aware of my own raging erection but my own needs seemed unimportant and secondary to the pleasure I was giving Greg.

Without even thinking about it I pushed his jeans lower. I tugged at his briefs and slid them down his thighs while Greg moaned. He was breathing faster all the time. I paused to catch my breath and my mouth felt suddenly empty without his cock. I could taste him on my lips and tongue.

I glanced at Greg and saw how his fingers were curled like claws gripping the edge of the couch. He was panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He gave a brief, breathless, nervous sort of laugh. He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. In his eyes I saw the need for more, I saw his hunger, his desperate ache for completion.

I stroked him lazily a couple of times and then, on the spur of the moment, I moved my hand lower and gently cupped his sac. I felt his balls, full and heavy, loosely suspended inside. I squeezed, very gently, experimentally, testing their weight, their feel. I could feel his wrinkled sac and the brush of his pubic hairs against my palm. I gathered his sac in my fingers and tugged gently and Greg pushed with his hips, straining with the intimacy of my touch.

His cock looked bigger now, obscenely swollen, longer and thicker and harder than before. The flickering shadows from the TV continued to pool and recede across his bare skin. Every vein in his cock seemed to be showing through the skin, standing out, swollen and pulsating and throbbing. His foreskin had pulled back about halfway to expose his wide, mushroom-shaped head. His slit looked like a tiny, tight-lipped mouth. A drop of milky pre-cum glistened then slowly trickled over the exposed expanse of his head.

I was still cupping his balls and enjoying the warm, exciting weight of his sac nestled against my palm. I squeezed and tugged gently again and his cock seemed to swell and stiffen even more. It thrust up aggressively from Greg’s nest of dark, pubic hair and I moved my hand and grasped it again half way down it’s seductive length and felt how heavy and thick it was. I relished its weighty potential.

I watched my hand as I stroked him a couple of times, then I slipped from the couch and knelt beside him. I could feel Greg watching me, I could feel his aching need. I moved my hand higher to just below his swollen head and gently tightening my grip I slowly drew back his foreskin. The skin stretched tight and then it pulled back and slipped down to reveal his naked, swollen head.

For a moment I just looked at it. His cock glistened with pre-cum. The shadows from the TV moved and shifted continuously. I stroked him again and his hot, hard shaft filled my hand. It felt right. It felt perfect. The skin moved slowly as I stroked him up and down. His bloated head was dark and suffused with blood. His shaft was pale and thick. The light from the TV made everything black and white.

There was no sense of time passing. Everything seemed to happen, one thing after another, in a smooth, natural progression. I was breathing fast. I could still taste his cock in my mouth. Greg’s fingers still made claws on the edge of the couch. I felt a rush of excitement, caught up in the moment, I was filled with a new-found sense of enthusiasm for this new pleasure I’d discovered.

Greg watched intently as I leaned over his cock again. The naked hunger in his eyes spurred me on. His scent was stronger now, a rich, masculine, spermy, hot-cock smell. I breathed it in and holding his cock erect I lowered my mouth over his swollen head. Now, with his foreskin pulled back, I felt the warm, soft, swollen mushroom-head of his cock as it filled my mouth. It was a deeper, more exciting, more intimate sensation than before.

I moaned hungrily and Greg stiffened beneath me. I could feel a wild, irresistible hunger growing inside me. A desperate desire to suck sakarya escort him. A deep-felt need to give him pleasure and to sate my own hunger at the same time. I bobbed my head up and down and now I swirled my tongue over his swollen head and tasted his salty pre-cum. I grasped his rigid shaft and bobbed my head and Greg squirmed beneath me.

His taste filled my mouth. My lips were stretched around his cock. I couldn’t breath but it didn’t matter. His head became slick with my saliva and my lips slipped easily and smoothly over him. I felt again that deep sense of a connection between us. I began to stroke him as I moved my head faster and faster. There was an exciting sense of something deeper and more important happening than my simply giving him a blow-job, a sense of something deeper and more meaningful taking place. Again, it seemed beyond the physical. We were connected somehow in other ways, mind and body.

I bobbed my head faster and faster and I stroked him harder. I moaned and Greg writhed. I was filled by the hungry need to complete what I had started. Consumed by the desire to hurry Greg to his climax. My mouth ached, my jaw ached, but I didn’t care. There was only one thing on my mind and nothing else mattered. His cock was slick with a mixture of my saliva and his own flowing pre-cum. My lips glided faster and faster. I felt myself losing control, caught up in the contagious excitement of the moment.

I became aware that Greg was talking, he was saying something, whispering breathlessly. I couldn’t hear his words but I knew from the tone of his voice and the tensing of his cock that he was encouraging me.

I felt his hands on my head and I knew he was watching. He was using his hands to guide my head up and down. He was watching and fucking my mouth and our mutual excitement was contagious and overwhelming. He urged me faster and I complied.

He climaxed a moment later. His cock stiffened and he groaned and his hands tightened on my head. I felt his cock spasm in my mouth and suddenly I felt a spurt of cum that seemed to explode in the back of my throat. I was hardly aware of it before I had swallowed it. My mouth was immediately flooded with his thick, salty tasting cum. It seemed to be everywhere, coating my tongue, thick and hot and salt-tangy in my mouth.

I choked unexpectedly and gasped as I lifted my head from his cock. Long, silvery, glistening strands of saliva mixed with Greg’s cum stretched from my lips to his shining, swollen head. I swallowed the cum in my mouth. I was still stroking him and Greg ejaculated again. I was gasping and panting for breath and still stroking him and his cum spattered and came down dribbling over my fingers.

Greg let out a deep, animal groan. It sounded wrenched from him. His hips jerked and his cock spasmed again and before I knew it I’d taken him into my mouth again. By now his shaft was slick with my saliva and his own cum. I stroked him and sucked him at the same time and I could taste fresh cum oozing from him. I felt his cock stiffen again and again. I could hear someone moaning, a hungry, exciting continuous sound that seemed to go on and on. It was only a moment later that I realised it was me.

I felt Greg’s cock soften even as I sucked it. It lost its rigid firmness. It became pliable in my hands. I dragged my lips over it one last time and it flopped heavily from my mouth. I was still holding it. It was glistening. I stayed like that, bent over his cock, gasping for breath, stunned by what I’d done but gratified and elated too. All at once I felt a sense of relief and excitement and achievement. My lips ached and my mouth felt abused. My jaw was sore.

His cock flopped in my hand. His head glistened wetly. I had his cum on my fingers. It had dripped down between his legs and shone among the sparse hairs that grew on his limp sac.

“Fuck,” Greg panted. “Ahh, fuck. That was….”

He was almost lying on the couch. He shook his head and didn’t finish. He was gasping for breath, his mouth hung open. He smiled, then his head fell back. I grinned at him. I felt like laughing. I felt happy inside. I stroked his cock absently then I let it go and looked at my hands. Thick strands of cum had dribbled over my fingers.

“You can’t,” Greg panted, “you can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it.”

He raised his head and we looked at each other. We were still breathing hard from our exertions. Flickering shadows from the TV danced over us and up and down the walls.

I didn’t say anything. I was the quiet one.

Cyntha Trains Us To Be Slaves

Creampie

Chapter two

My daughter and I both looked lovingly at Cyntha. I had never felt so sexually stimulated as I did now. Cyntha took both our faces into her perfectly manicured hands and deep kissed us both at the same time. Our tongues swirled into each others mouths like a beautiful dance of snakes, spiraling, and swirling lovingly over every inch of each others mouths and lips. We did this for some time.

Cyntha finally drew back and said ” Why don’t you two prepare us a feast. We need fruit and wine and tender meats to quench our hunger and give us energy for our next session.”

Cyntha lay back on the bed, her spectacular cock lay proudly displayed across her muscular thighs, still partially aroused. Heather’s mouth and mine salivated for its taste again. But first, our master needed her food…

When Heather and I were alone in the kitchen we were at first a little embarrassed. We had never even discussed sex. Now, both of us had become the love/sex slave of an exotic transsexual. I could only hope this would draw us closer but I was unsure how Heather would react.

Heather broke the ice first when she suddenly said ” Mother, isn’t Cyntha the most exquisite human being you have ever seen?”

I hesitated for about one second and began

“Heather, how long have you been such a wild girl, I… well I… just never guessed you could be so sexually free.”

Heather looked yalova escort at me with a slight smile and said “Oh mother, parents are always the last to know their children. I have been attracted to women for years. I tried being with men a few times but it always seemed awkward and they always just quickly thrust their cocks in and out a bunch of times and it was never enjoyable. I loved how a woman takes her time and explores your body.Then Cyntha came along. I thought Cyntha was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and I was immediately excited by her aura.”

We spent some time discussing her feelings for Cyntha and I could see the love in her eyes when she spoke of her. This was all coming to me so quickly I barely had time to think. I needed to ask Heather something before we took this any further. I felt that this was the best time to ask, so I began…”Heather, I too am smitten by Cyntha and would you please share her with me? I want to worship her and adore her perfect body with you for as long as you’ll let me. I want to feel her giant she cock inside my pussy so badly it aches.”

Heather stopped preparing the meal and looked at me lovingly and said. “Oh mother, you make me so happy! I always feel I’m letting Cyntha down, because my pussy is so tiny and even the head of her she cock hurts too much going in. If you could just allow Cyntha to put her edirne escort delicious cock into your pussy I could just concentrate on my two favorite things; Cynthas ass and cum.”

I felt a welling up of lust in my body, a warm tingly feeling. I felt this rush of warmth vibrate from the center of my core and then flow into my wet pussy.

Heather and I raced up the stairs with our trays in hand, anxiously allowing our sexual hunger drive us to please our love master.

Cyntha was laying on her stomach with her legs spread apart. Her cock laying between her legs almost to her knees. Cyntha’s perfect soft, yet muscular ass cheeks, whose curve was shaped like a heart and just begging to be kissed, worshiped and licked. I watched as Heather placed the tray on a side table and crawled up the bed, kissing her way up Cyntha’s cock and lovingly kissing her plum sized clean shaven balls until she reached Cyntha’s ass. She lovingly parted both cheeks and began placing hot tongue kisses to Cyntha’s ass.

Cyntha raised her head and turned and smiled at Heather and said “feed me, my love slaves and then I shall reward you and your mother with all you can eat of my ass and cum.”

Cyntha stood and began eating from the trays we had placed on the table. Heather and I sat on the edge of the bed staring in awe at Cyntha’s beauty. Our faces felt hot as we watched her erzurum escort sensuously suck the juices from the fruits we had brought to her.

I am not sure who moved first but before I knew it Heather and I were on our knees looking up to our goddess of love. We could no sooner fly than stop our tongues and lips from gliding over Cyntha’s statuesque form. I ended up behind Cyntha and began tasting the ass of a goddess. My tongue lavished the curve of her ass cheeks, while I lightly nibbled the delicious flesh. It felt like electric rubber beneath my tongue. I worked my lips and tongue toward the deepest area of her ass. The faintly musky smell of cum and light perfume filled my senses. I began to probe harder with my tongue, ever deeper toward her puckered asshole. I felt her push back against my tongue as it slid into her ass. I knew now why Heather loved it so. I had eaten exotic dishes from around the world but nothing was as satisfying as this dish. I felt I was starving and the more I licked and probed; the hungrier I got. I wanted to bury my face as deeply as I could manage. I wanted to suffocate my self with her asshole. Cyntha slowly pulled her ass from my tongue allowing me to savor every last inch of her delicious hole.

Cyntha looked down at my precious daughters face as Heather was kissing and licking along the length of Cynthas’ she cock. It throbbed and pulsed with a power and strength of the goddess she is. Cyntha gently pulled her massive she cock from Heather, as Heather whimpered in disappointment.

Our love goddess spoke to us both. “Be still my little slaves. I want to take a bath now and relax after my feast. Heather will instruct you in how my bath is prepared. Please awaken me when it is ready.”

Double Seduction

Female Ejaculation

Special thanks to volunteer editor HeyAll for their invaluable assistance in the completion of this story.

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It’s so nice to have friends.

That’s what my wife Julie and I said to each other after we moved to our new city and were in search of some new ones. Not that there was anything missing from our relationship. Far from it! After three years we still can hardly keep our hands off each other. She is my partner in crime and my great joy in life. I have been made to understand that she feels the same way about me. But it’s just not healthy to live in a bubble built for two. Everyone needs a larger social circle to run in; a support network, if you’ll hold still for the modern jargon. I’m not complaining about where the search has taken us, in any way. I’m just, I guess, really surprised that we got here.

Let me back up.

We had moved into our new apartment and started our new jobs. Everything was going smoothly except that we didn’t know a soul in this place. Work friends were just that…work. We needed to get out of the house in the evening too.

So we signed up for Latin dance lessons. We loved the music, loved to dance. This would be something new. If you’ve ever taken one of these social dance classes, which are everywhere, you know what a delight they can be. Most consist of around twenty people, some couples and some singles, equal numbers of men and women carefully regulated during the signup process. Once you have been shown the steps, you practice, and rotate partners constantly. It’s like speed dating, but more physical. One after another, a different woman would take hold of my arms and we would move together. All kinds of women, different ages, different body types, all happy to be there and to be dancing with me, just as I was happy to be dancing with them. And when it was time to change partners, we would thank each other for the dance. As the instructors were fond of saying, “Tell them, ‘It’s been a little slice of heaven.'” Julie was experiencing the same thing with the men in the class. When the rotation brought us together again, it was like coming home.

We were doing the Meringue that night when she came to me and we quickly introduced ourselves. She was named Marla. She lacked only about an inch of my height, had straight dark hair to her shoulders, brown eyes, high cheekbones, and luscious lips. The top of her dress was a tight fit over bountiful breasts. Something of a contrast with Julie, who is blonde with blue eyes and several inches shorter. The thing that most impressed me, though, was that she was a great dancer. She moved through the steps gracefully and easily, and recovered from a false move that I made at one point so smoothly that it was almost invisible. When the music stopped she thanked me in a melodious voice that conveyed real enjoyment. I thanked her with the same enthusiasm.

Marla had come as a couple with a tall, lean guy also with dark hair. I caught sight of him from time to time and noticed that he was also quite talented on the floor. When the class was done for the evening I got back with Julie and we got caught up.

“That couple over there is pretty good,” I told her, motioning discreetly toward them. “I know she is, it looked like he is too.”

“Oh yeah, he is,” she said. “They must be quick studies. His name is Jim, I think.”

“She is Marla. Why don’t we go talk to them?”

We both glanced over at them for a few moments, trying to make a decision.

“Sure, why not?” she said at last. We walked over to them leisurely. They were changing shoes. They spied us coming and looked up.

“Hi, you two are really good! Are you really beginners?” Julie said to them.

“At Latin we are.” Jim replied. “We’ve been doing swing for a while and wanted to try something new.”

“You sure picked it up fast,” I said. “Marla, you really saved me that one time. Oh, and this is my wife, Julie.”

“Pleased to meet you, Julie. And, uh, Bill, isn’t it?” I nodded. “This is my husband, Jim.”

“Good to meet you, Jim.” We shook hands. He, like Marla, had brown eyes, his with a piercing look to them. But his other features were relaxed and he had an easy smile. The kind of guy, I judged, who could have his choice of women.

“So, are the two of you new to dance?” Jim asked.

“Yeah, this is our first class,” I replied. “We just moved here a month ago and needed something to do with our evenings.”

“Well, this is a good choice,” he said, grinning. “The most fun you can have with your clothes on, I always say.”

Julie giggled. She always makes me want to find a bedroom to drag her into when she does that. “We did have lots of fun tonight,” she said.

Jim went on, “Say, since you’re new in town, you’d probably like to have someone to explore the place with. We know lots of good sights to see, good restaurants and things that not everyone knows about. Why don’t we get together one of these days and tour around?”

Marla chimed in, “Yeah, that would bursa escort be great! Here, let me give you a number.” She reached for her purse.

“We’d be delighted,” I said.

“Yes, we would,” Julie added. “That sounds like a wonderful time.”

Marla produced a slip of paper and a pen, quickly wrote a number on it, and handed it to me. “There you go. That’s my phone. Call us soon, won’t you?”

“We certainly will,” I replied. “Very nice meeting you both. We’ll see you soon!”

We shook hands again all around. Marla’s hand was warm and soft.

“Have a good night!” Julie called as we separated.

Julie called Marla two days later. I listened to her end of the conversation.

“Hi, Marla? This is Julie, from dance class—”

…

“Oh sure, we’d love to! That’s what I was calling about. Saturday’s fine, isn’t it hon?”

I nodded.

…

“OK, we’ll be here. Ready? We’re at 542 Broad Street. Apartment 201.”

…

“Great, see you then. Bye!”

“They’re coming to pick us up at 10 on Saturday morning,” she told me happily.

“I guess we must have made a good impression. They’re not wasting any time.”

Did you ever have one of those interactions where things just clicked? It was like that. They came around for us right on time. I invited them in for coffee before we left. We settled down around our living room table and chatted while Julie poured the coffee.

“I guess we should do some kind of ‘get to know you better’ talk,” Jim said. “Why don’t you two go first. No pressure, just tell us something about yourselves.”

Julie nudged me to start. “Well, we’ve been married three years in March,” I said. “We met in school. I’m working in software development at FabriTech, just started there of course. It’s OK so far. We both love to dance, and I’ve started a collection of rare and exotic musical instruments. I can’t play most of them a lick, but they’re really interesting to learn about.”

Jim broke in, “I know a guy who plays the oud. Do you have one of those?”

“Not yet, but it’s on my list for sure.”

Julie picked up our end. “I’m a commercial artist; I just started at Woodhouse doing graphic design for PR and such. I’d love to be able to do real art full time, but with the cost of living here, we really needed two steady incomes. So I dabble at home sometimes.”

“What media do you work in at home?” asked Marla, with an expression of genuine interest.

“Charcoal and water color, so far. Just something to keep my interest up.”

“I’d love to see your work sometime,” Marla replied. “I had an art history teacher who did fantastic work in charcoal. OK, I’ll pick up for us. I’m an LPN, working at Memorial Hospital. Luckily I get mostly day shifts so we can go dancing at night. We’ve been married just a little longer than you two, it was four years last September. We’d like to start a family later on, but that can wait a few years. We feel like, right now is the best time in life, and we want to enjoy it with each other for now.”

“My wife speaks the truth,” said Jim with a smile and a warm look at Marla, which she returned. They clearly adored each other. Marla’s sentiment matched ours completely; another reason to feel comfortable with them.

“Bill, I’m in software too,” he went on. “Just breaking into the business. I got hired to do testing, which means I guess they don’t think I’m good enough yet to write production code, but good enough to write code to test it with.”

“Yeah, the industry is funny that way,” I said. “I’ve been through some bizarre interviews, where they want you to do things like write a function on the fly in some language you hardly know and certainly didn’t claim on your resume. They think they need to watch you for a year or two before they decide you have skills. I guess it gets better.”

See what I mean? No awkwardness at all, we just clicked.

Soon we were all piling into their car and headed downtown. We spent two hours at the Space and Science Museum, marveling at the exhibits of historic spacecraft and seeing an amazing planetarium show. After that, Jim drove us to a small Thai restaurant on an out-of-the-way side street for lunch. This place turned out to have the absolute best pad bai ka prao I had ever tasted. I marked it for a return visit very soon.

As we lingered over our lunch, Marla was saying, “Another great thing we have here is the greenbelt and park system. Just acres and acres of open space with views of the countryside, and wooded areas too. There’s camping, fishing, practically anything you want to do outdoors. Opportunities for nature drawing too, obviously.” This last to Julie, who nodded in appreciation.

Jim picked up, “Neither of us were ever much into sports, but one thing we like is disc golf. There are a couple of courses out in one of the parks we know, and we always keep a stash of discs in the car. If you would like to get some malatya escort fresh air and a look at the scenery, we could go out and play a round or two. Sound good?”

Julie and I had thrown our share in our time, so…sure. We were all dressed for play, in jeans and t-shirts, so no problem. We finished up our lunch and soon were back on the road. Another fifteen minutes and we were at the entrance of a state park. Jim parked inside, near a narrow gap in the stand of trees that surrounded the parking area. We walked through the gap and discovered the first hole of the course. It was made with minimal cuts through the woods, with the goal in a clearing no more than ten feet in diameter. The trees were natural “hazards”. The entire course proved to be like that.

After an hour of play, laughing, kibitzing, trading little jokes, we had all bonded and were well on the way to being good friends. It was a great closer to a day’s outing, so we drove around a bit more, taking in some views, then headed back to our place.

“Well, this was a fun day,” said Marla with a big smile, after we all got out of the car. “We really enjoyed your company, didn’t we hon?”

“Absolutely,” Jim agreed. “You guys fit us like a glove. When do you think we can get together again?”

“Oh, we should have them over to our place, don’t you think?” she proposed. Jim gave a thumbs-up.

She went on, to us, “Yes, we’d love to have you over soon, just to relax. Our complex has a pool, we could have a dip and some drinks.”

“Sounds awesome,” I said.

“We’ll call you soon, as soon as we know we have the weekend free. I have Julie’s number.”

“Wonderful,” said Julie. “We had a great time with you guys as well. We’ll look forward to it.”

Marla gave us each a quick hug, and Julie hugged Jim quickly. I shook Jim’s hand, and we started toward our door.

“Oh, and see you at dance class,” I called back to them.

Next Saturday we were at their apartment, relaxing by and in the pool. The day was warm and sunny. When Julie and Marla dropped their cover-ups and waded into the shallow end, the sight of both of them in bikinis gave my libido a case of the warm fuzzies as well. Julie’s suit had a triangle top that she filled out beautifully, while Marla wore a halter top that cradled her larger than average boobs. Julie’s breasts are just the right size for my taste, but I always appreciate a nice large pair. Both women have flat tummies, cute navels, and a sweet curve to their hips that clings to their suit bottoms.

When they started playfully splashing each other and their breasts bounced as they reacted to the cold water hitting them, well, the warm fuzzies got considerably warmer. I was fortunate to already be in the water waist deep, let’s just say. Soon Jim and I joined in for a free-for-all splash fest. This was the most silly fun I’d had in ages.

“Hey Bill, race you to the far side?”, Jim challenged, motioning to the deep end of the pool.

“Sure!” I was not really practiced at swimming for speed, but who cares? “Ready? One, two, three!”

We took off, he doing a strong backstroke while I was going freestyle. In the end he edged me out by an arm’s length.

“Yeah, you’ve got a height advantage, is all.”

We paused for a minute, holding on to the side of the pool, and caught our breath. We half turned and watched our wives continue to play at the other end of the pool.

“Say man, gotta tell you, just between us, your Julie is a real beauty. Seriously nice, too. You’ve done well for yourself.”

I was a bit surprised, but quickly recognized this as “guy talk” and returned it in kind.

“Hey, thanks. Same goes for you. Marla dazzled me the moment she came up to me in class. She’s a stunner. We’re two lucky guys, eh?”

“Five!” We slapped palms, grinning, and swam back to our women.

We started seeing more and more of them. Once our Latin dance class was finished the four of us started going out together to dance clubs where the music was played. We all dressed in our finest, looking to impress; it’s all part of the scene. For me this would mean something like a pair of dark slacks and a brightly colored silk shirt, both of them as tightly fitting as possible without making me look like a sausage. I have always worked to keep fit, and hoped I could pull off the look. Jim, being tall and effortlessly slim, had no problem. As for our ladies…problem was absolutely the last word that would obtain. They wore short, tight dresses or blouse/skirt combinations, often with the top cut low. No problem at all.

We mostly swapped partners among ourselves; sometimes another couple would come over and ask two of us for a dance, so the others would not be without a partner. It was like class, but much, much better. Julie and I had made the most of our learning time and were pretty passable, I thought. Jim and Marla, of course, were practically masters. They made Julie and I look çanakkale escort much better when they danced with us, and together they were spectacular. I must admit that dancing with two beautiful women in hot outfits was getting me aroused.

One evening, doing the Salsa, I started using a firmer grip on my partner’s waist when leading her into a turn, and pulled her extra close during a crossover, to where our bodies pressed together. Julie loved it when I did it with her, of course, and Marla gave me a big smile that told me that she enjoyed it too. We maintained eye contact while dancing, as was proper form, and it was getting rather intense. I started making more overtly sexy moves with both of them, and got positive responses from both.

That night in bed, Julie practically attacked me, straddling me and ramming herself onto my throbbing cock again and again, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She was taking me more aggressively than ever before, biting my neck and clawing my shoulders as if to mark me as hers. Her full pink lips formed a perfect ‘O’ as she climaxed, her sky-blue eyes rolled up toward the ceiling. I made a few more strokes into her trembling body and came with her, pumping my juice into her pulsing pussy. We rolled onto our sides and slept, my cock still inside her.

She started texting me the next morning at work.

So, how’s your fantasy with Marla going?

Uh oh, this was not a good sign. What fantasy? I messaged back.

You know, the one you obviously have, the way you were all over her last night.

Really? I was all over you too you know. It’s a dance, it’s supposed to be sexy.

Talk to me later please.

Shit. I hate it when she does this. If you have a problem, just bring it up to me when we’re home. Don’t bug me at work. I have enough to think about here.

End of the workday. Car, commute purgatory, home.

“Hello, dear. What’s all this about, then?”

“Bill, sit down with me please…OK. I just don’t feel it’s fair to me. I mean, here we finally get some nice friends, and you have to have the hots for her. Why should I have to worry about that? I know what a flirt you are, but then that’s how we met. Can you tell me honestly there’s nothing there?”

“Of course I can, hon. Look, I admit I find her attractive. Hell, I’d have to be dead not to notice. But believe me, I’d never do anything to hurt you. Or to hurt Jim, for that matter. And I’m not that shallow anyway, to do something like that because of her looks. I like her, sure. She’s smart and funny. We all have a good time together. But she could never replace you. I just felt like the flirting added some fun to the friendship, that’s all. Is that a problem?”

“I guess it kind of is,” she said. “Not going to pretend it’s rational, but it’s how I feel.”

“OK, then. Tell you what, if that’s how you feel, I’ll tone it way down. It’s a small price to pay. Does that help?”

“It does, and I appreciate that, love. Sorry to be such a pain about it.”

“That’s OK, I’ll live. What do we have for dinner?”

So yeah, not the greatest outcome from my point of view, but better than picking a fight over it. That seldom goes well. After three years you start to learn a few things. Give and take.

The next weekend we took a trip out of town to visit Julie’s parents, Sam and Linda. They’re good people. Sam is a CNC machinist who worked his way up to a senior position, and Linda is now a legal secretary after doing various office work part time while Julie was growing up. They bought a house in a pleasant neighborhood when she was four years old, and are understandably proud of the life they have built. Julie is their only child and they are naturally very protective of her, and I was happy and grateful that they quickly accepted me and welcomed me into their family.

This weekend Sam was setting up a home network, so of course I was the local expert to be consulted. While I was making sure their access point had proper security, he again raised the question uppermost in the mind of every parent of a young married daughter.

“So Bill, do you think you two will be making us grandparents soon?”

He knew the answer of course, but loved to tease me with it anyway. And I would tease back.

“Aww, Sam, you and Linda are still young. You sure you don’t want to enjoy the child-free life a little longer before worrying about spoiling—I mean, raising the next generation?”

“Go ahead and call me young, sprout. My back tells me otherwise.” Gruff sounds, but he was smiling.

“All in good time, Dad. We won’t let you down, I promise.”

Julie was helping her mother with weeding the vegetable garden, which was Linda’s prized project in the summer months. It was fifteen by twenty feet planted with heirloom tomatoes, sweet and hot peppers, cabbage, carrots and herbs. The two women returned to the kitchen door with dirt-stained clothes and hands, bearing a harvest of ripe tomatoes and carrots.

We all washed up and joined in preparing dinner. There was roast chicken, mashed potatoes, glazed carrots, and sliced tomatoes (with home-grown it’s almost a crime to have them any other way).

When we sat down at the table, Linda said grace. We all held hands in a circle while she spoke the short prayer, as was their custom.

Double Trouble

Handjob

Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of gay male sexual content.

*

“I don’t do this very often,” Demetri said to Devon as they looked at their prized possession kneeling at their feet. Devon dropped down to one knee and held Ashley’s face up.

“Are you sure, this is what you want kitten?” He took a deep breath glancing up at Demetri as he did so. “If you say yes, there’s no turning back.” Demetri nodded and Devon stood up.

They both looked at her waiting for a reply. She looked at both of them in the eyes and with determination said. “Yes Sirs.”

“Good girl,” Demetri whispered in excitement. “Go lie on the bed and close your eyes.” She hurriedly got up and did what she was told. Devon went the draws and selected the toys that would be needed for this play. A mask, a collar, a leash, anal beads, a vibrator, lube, condoms etc. He placed them side by side and then watched as Demetri quickly made use of the mask and the blindfold.

“You smell so sweet kitten.” he slips his hands into her already damp underwear. “Wet already kitten?” he says with a smirk. He makes quick work removing her clothes and other items and then flips her over on her belly. “Face down, ass up kitten, lets take care of you,” he purred.

She laid down on the bed, legs spread apart and hands tied behind her back. She knew there was no turning back. His hands collided with her butt and a loud smack resounded in the room followed by a moan. A wave of pleasure took over her body.

“Count!” Devon’s stern voice replied.

Demetri’s hand’s collided with her bare butt again.

“One,” she barely managed to gasp out. His hands caressed her butt, massaging her, and then another slap landed a little harder. “Two” she moaned out. He continued till she reached ten. Her cunt dripping wet while she whimpered in pleasure. She looked to the side to see Devon slowly stroking his cock. Demetri gently traced his hand prints that were left on her butt. He slipped his fingers inside her; her juices dripping around his fingers. He slowly started moving inside her.

They watched as she struggled to keep her legs apart as she slowly moving her hips to the rhythm of his fingers. He removed his fingers and made her taste them. “Beautiful isn’t she?” he remarked to Devon who was already rock hard at the sight of her sucking off her juices on Demetri’s fingers. Demetri dipped his head in between his legs and licked her. He watched as she visibly shivered. “You taste so sweet,” he groaned. He winked at Devon who physically shuddered.

“Spread your legs more,” he said as he placed his hands on her thighs. “Let Master urfa escort Devon see how wet you are.” he winked at Devon and motioned him to come closer. “Such a good girl,” He licked her pussy again slowly. She gasped and whimpered. “Devon’s gonna enter you now, be a good girl and take all of him okay?”

“Yes Sir,” she whispered as she wiggled her hips. Demetri motioned for Devon to take his place at her entrance. Devon stroked his dick while passing it up and down her clit and her entrance. Demetri stroking himself as she whimpered in pleasure. Devon slowly eased himself into her as she tensed up and then relaxed as she began to take all of him inside her. She moaned and gripped the sheets. She opened her legs wider and moaned louder.

“Hogging all the fun Devy?” Demetri said still stroking himself as he made his way to him. “Let me have a taste of her.” Devon pulled out of her and gasped as he felt a pair of warm lips wrapped around the head of his cock pulling him deep into his throat. He pulled back suddenly.

“What the fuck Deme?” He exclaimed quite surprised that his friend, hand his hands and mouth wrapped around his cock. Demetri winked at him “I said lemme taste her, I never said from where.” He pulled Devon’s cock back into his mouth and started to suck like his life depended on it. He smiled as he heard Devon’s strangled moan and his body shook as his knees began to buckle. Deme felt a small pair of hands meet his and she opened his eyes to see that Ashley had joined him in sucking Devon’s cock. Devon hissed and moan as the two other them worked on his cock.

Bliss was the exact word to describe what he was in right now. He looked down to see 2 pairs of eyes staring back at him as they pleasured his cock. They both moaned as his cock throbbed and jerked from their attention.

“Please,” Ashley panted as she licked up and down his shaft.

“Please what?!” he barely managed to breathe out.

“Cum all over me Sir,” she moaned. “I wanna be covered in your cum Sir.”

He threw his head back as his climax hit him and he came hard letting out ropes of cum. He looked down to see that he had managed to cover both of his pleasurers with cum and they were both licking at each other trying to get the most of his cum inside of themselves.

“Come here,” he said as he took a sit on the bed. They both crawled towards him and he watched them in confusion. He had never seen Demetri like this. He had known him for a very long time and he had never once been anything like this. Gone was the alpha male, womanizer he knew and instead before him kneeled balıkesir escort a cum covered male eyeing his dick like it was some kind last supper.

Demetri licked his lips and stared at him in an almost vulnerable state. He felt his heart clench. He turned to Ashley who looked at him like she wanted nothing more than to bury him inside her.

“Let us take care of you Deve.” Demetri said almost pleadingly. He looked at Ashley who nodded at him sincerely; he didn’t know what to do. Slowly he nodded slowly turning his head to Demetri. He saw his friend exhale a sigh of relief. Demetri got up and kissed Ashley then nodded to her. She then got up and straddled Devon kissing him and rubbing her body against his. Gripping his hair in her hands rubbing her wet sex against his limp sex. He moaned softly wrapping his arms around her waist. He felt gentle touch approach him from the back and he froze. Ashley deepened her kiss and he relaxed slightly. He felt Demetri’s hands wander around his back and across his chest playing with his nipples as Ashley’s boobs rubbed against his chest.

He felt himself getting hard much to Ashley’s delight. He felt soft kisses on his neck and jaw, a slight touch of rough stubble grazing his body. Demetri took his ear lobes into his mouth and he felt his body set on fire. He moaned loudly as Ashley’s wet pussy surrounded his hardened cock. A loud moan followed and he opened his eyes to see Ashley’s eyes rolled back as she rode his cock with the fervour of a starving woman. Demetri got off the bed and placed his cock in front of Ashley who quickly took it into her mouth and sucked and licked it like it was an icicle on a hot day. He listened to Demetri moan and whimper under her mouth and he felt a pang in his chest. He looked at Demetri who was staring straight at him as he moaned. A question in his eyes.

He moaned as he felt Ashley’s pussy squeeze tightly around him. His eyes never leaving Demetri’s. Demetri leaned forward, tentatively running his hands in Devon’s hair who closed his eyes. Taking his chance he pressed his lips against Devon’s who gasped allowing Demetri’s tongue inside his mouth. Devon froze, unaccustomed to the situation he was in. Ashley was riding him hard and fast while sucking on Demetri’s cock. He moaned as he felt his nipples pinched. Demetri kissed him hard and he kissed back with all the dominance he could muster as his body convulsed under the amount of pleasure running through him.

Demetri pulled back watching him with lust in his eyes. He held Ashley’s head as he pounded into her mouth. Groaning as trabzon escort he came hard into her mouth. Ashley’s body shivering as she swallowed his hot cum. Devon watched as she sucked it all out and felt his cock twitch and throb. He held fast unto Ashley’s waist as he pounded into her. Her loud moans filling the apartment.

“Yes!” “Yes!” “Oh God Yes!” she yelled as she threw her head back enjoying the ride. He felt her body shift as he pleasured a nipple with his mouth enjoying the frantic motion her body was doing as she wanted more of him in her inside her. He felt her still, a warm feeling rubbed against him.

“Fuck,” he heard Demetri say as he entered Ashley’s ass.

“Oh, God! Yes,” Ashley moaned. Her body going limp and her pussy clamping down on his dick rapidly. He groaned as she seemed to strangle his dick inside her in pleasure. Ashley kissed him hard and rough as she rubbed her body against him; Devon pounding into her ass. He pinched her nipples and watched as she cam hard against him. She screamed and clawed at him as she came. Her whites of her eyes the only thing that was visible. Her mouth parted, tears running down her face.

He had no time to react as he felt something wet and warm enter his butthole. An involuntary moan escaped. He felt his whole body clench and a pool of sensations hit him as he felt the warmth curve up inside him. His entire body shook. His toes clenched, his body tensed, his mouth parted and his dick tightened impossible hard that he felt pain. He gasped as tears ran down his face. He felt Ashley move but there was nothing he could do. His entire body felt like it was taking captive by the shivers and sensations he was feeling. He felt hollow for a second then cried out as he felt the warm length full him up and pulse inside him. He gasped opened his eyes. Above him was a pleasure induced Demetri. His mouth opened in a pant, his eyes filled with lust as he stared down at him. He moaned as he thrusted into him hitting that spot that caused his entire body to freeze.

Demetri leaned forward and captured his ear lobes in his mouth and gripped his hair in his hands as he thrusted deep into him. He moaned loudly. If this was what heaven felt like, he didn’t want to let go. He let Demetri kiss him, he let Demetri flip him over and pound into him as waves and waves of pleasure hit him over and over again until he couldn’t feel his body. He left Ashley pleasure his cock as he got thoroughly fucked in the ass. He let Demetri fuck him so hard he was sure he felt him in his stomach and when he climaxed. He let Ashley suck his life out of him while Demetri filled him with his hot roping cum.

And when Demetri pulled out of him he sucked his cock like his life depended on it. Cleaning Demetri’s cock sucking the rest of his cum out licking and lapping at the dick that gave him the most pleasure in all of his life. He lifted himself off his knees and kissed him. He was never letting that go.

Doing Us Both

Babes

One night while the wife and I were out partying at a club on the East side of the River we ended up sharing a table with a gentleman named Bill in his late thirty’s or early forties.

The place was packed and there was virtually nowhere to sit so since he seemed to be by himself we asked if we could join him and he graciously agreed.

We found out through casual chat that he was recently divorced and was just here to let go a little and try to forget all the years he had spent in his marriage.

After quite a few drinks and a few hours of conversation we felt like we had known Bill for a long time and we were both very at ease around him.

The more we drank the more we enjoyed Bills company and the dialogue became more open and at times very revealing about intimate details and fantasies etc.

The discussion was very open and we found out that Bill was very open minded sexually and although he had not experienced a lot of things he was willing to try new things since his divorce.

We talked about a little of everything under the sun but it seemed that something sexual made it into the conversation sooner or later.

Bill finally said he hated to leave such good company but the band was giving him a headache and he thought he was going to go over to one of the Gentleman’s clubs that were within walking distance so we bided him farewell.

After another drink the wife and I decided it might be fun to go to one of the clubs ourselves so we left and picked a club.

We were amazed that almost as soon as we walked in we spotted Bill sitting at a booth toward the rear of the club in a rather secluded area.

When he noticed us come in he motioned for us to come over and he offered for us to join him again, which we did.

My wife has fantasies about being with another woman so the clubs atmosphere was very intoxicating to her in the least.

As we drank and chatted my wife was watching all the action on the stages and I could tell she was envious of the men up there getting rubbed all over by those near naked women.

After watching her squirm in her seat for quite some time I decided to surprise her, so when she took a break to the restroom I caught a slender brunette I had seen my wife admiring and paid for my wife to have a private dance.

When my wife returned from the restroom and sat down Bill and I just smiled at each other with a knowing grin and my wife asked what we were up to and we replied she would soon find out.

A few minutes later the Brunette came over to our table and told my wife that someone had bought her a private dance and would she please come with her.

She took my wife by the hand and led her off to the private dance area in the rear of the club.

As they disappeared around the corner Bill asked if I thought she would be mad and I said she might have been a little embarrassed at being caught off guard but with having a few drinks in her it wouldn’t take long for her to forget about that and enjoy what I had presented her with.

A private dance usually only lasts two songs but it was at least four songs before we noticed my wife headed back to our table with a smile and a very flushed look on her face.

When she sat down she said that the dancer had removed her thong panties off her and told her she would keep them warm for her until she got another dance and then she would give them back.

She filled us in on the details of everything the dancer had done to her while dancing for her.

Bill and I both said that my wife must have been something special because you usually don’t get that type of treatment from a dancer.

From listening to my wife I couldn’t tell who enjoyed it the most, my wife or the dancer.

The next time we saw the brunette dancing up on the stage she was wearing my wife’s thong and she gave our table the biggest smile.

My wife was shocked to see the dancer wearing her underwear but she admitted that the thought of the dancers pussy being where hers had been a few short minutes before really excited her.

After the dance was over the brunette came over to our table and reached out for my wife and said that this one was on the house and she led my wife away once again.

After about another four songs or so the wife came back to the table and when she sat down she opened her hand and showed us that she had retrieved her thong.

She said that the brunette (whom we found out from my wife to be named Bethany) made her slide the thong from her and that she was so close that my wife could smell a hint her female scent and wondered if the Bethany was as excited as my wife.

My wife was sitting between Bill and I and we both leaned in eager to catch every juicy detail as my wife replayed the latest dance session she had just experienced.

After a few more drinks and all the details relived for Bill and my enjoyment my wife said she was soaking wet and she took my hand and put it between her legs to let me feel her naked pussy and I was surprised at how wet urfa escort she actually was.

After I removed my hand from under her skirt she kind of gave me a look and rolled her eyes toward Bill and I gave her a nod and before he knew what was happening my wife had taken Bills hand and was guiding it under her skirt.

He resisted at first but noticed that I didn’t give him any sign of disapproval so he let her put his hand under her skirt.

She let out a slight moan at the touch of a strangers hand on her pussy and then a little gasp escaped her lips as Bill slid a finger into her soaking wet pussy.

After a minute or so she pulled his hand from under her skirt and as she looked him in the eyes she sucked her own juices from his finger.

Bill said that that wasn’t fair that he wanted to taste it and she looked at him and told him he was welcome to wet it again if he wanted to and it didn’t take much for his finger to once again be buried inside my wifes hot dripping wet pussy.

When he pulled it out he raised it to his face and the juices glistened in the light from the club and he ever so slowly sucked the finger clean.

He then looked at me and said I was probably the luckiest man he knew and I readily agreed.

It almost seemed like we had went as far as we could go in the club without actually having sex right there on the table so I suggested we go outside and get some air to which everyone agreed.

When we stepped out of the club into the chilly night air my wife let out a deep breath and shivered and said the cold air felt good on her hot pussy.

We stood around for a few minutes and then the wife said she was ready to go back to the motel so I told her I would catch us a Cab as they were always waiting outside the clubs to take the lonely drunks back to their point of origin.

Before I could signal for a cab Bill offered to give us a ride wherever we needed to go and we quickly accepted.

Bill told us to wait right there and he would go get his car and come around to pick us up.

After Bill walked off my wife turned to me and asked what I thought and I knew exactly what she meant and I told her we could play it by ear on the way to the motel.

Bill was back pretty quick with his car and I let my wife have the front seat and I climbed in the back.

Although the car had a bench seat in the front I wanted to leave plenty of room up front for my plan for the trip to the motel.

We had no sooner left the parking lot when my wife asked Bill just how open minded he really was and he said with the drinks in him and as horny as he was that he was open to about anything besides having his balls crushed.

We all laughed and then the wife asked if he was open minded enough to have sex with another man and he said he had considered it before but the opportunity had never presented itself so he never acted on it.

The wife smiled and said that it may be closer than he thinks and with that I told her she might be able to persuade him by giving him a little taste of traveling entertainment that she gives me when I’m driving.

Bill wasn’t sure what I meant but it didn’t take long to figure it out as my wife put her head on the passenger door armrest and slid around so her naked pussy was facing him.

Bill told her how beautiful her pussy was and she thanked him as she began to rub her clit.

Bill and I both were watching the road and my wife and trying to concentrate on one or the other while Bill tried to keep the vehicle on the road.

My wife asked Bill if he would like to touch her again and he almost jumped out from behind the wheel with excitement.

He slowly rubbed his hand up and down the outside of her pussy for a moment or two then inserted a finger into her wetness which made her groan and she reached down and repositioned his hand so he had a finger in her pussy and one in her ass.

As she stroked her clit she ground her pelvis back against Bills hand until she was actually thrashing around and moaning loudly.

I noticed she was rubbing her foot on Bills crotch which looked pretty hard even in the dim lights of the dash board.

It’s a good thing we weren’t still in the bar because we would either have a crowd or be in jail.

As my wifes thrusts increased so did the tempo with which Bill fingered her until she shuddered and squealed and screamed she was cumming.

After she caught her breath she asked how close we were to the motel and I told her it was less than a mile and she said she didn’t know if she could wait that long and that she wanted to take Bill to our room with us so he could have his way with both of us.

She smiled at Bill and said if that’s okay with you to which he said there is no place he would rather be going.

When we pulled up in the parking lot at the motel the wife straightened her skirt out and got out of the car like nothing had happened on the ride back, let alone the screaming orgasm she had just experienced.

Once balıkesir escort inside the motels elevator my wife reached over and rubbed Bill and my crotch and said that this was a dream come true and I told her that she wasn’t dreaming and that there was more to come.

When we exited the elevator my wife stumbled a little and I told Bill he better get a finger in her and guide her down the hall and he readily slipped his hand under her dress and slid a finger inside her which made her moan and she stated to quit teasing her and about that time I put my hand under the back of her skirt and slid a finger into her ass and said we aren’t teasing baby.

She was having a little trouble walking with so much going on under her skirt but she never once tried to remove our hands.

Bill and I released our grip on her at the door and I let us into the room so we could finally get down to business.

My sometimes bashful wife was so horny that she didn’t even give a thought to pulling her skirt off over her head and dropping her bra and asking Bill and I just exactly what we were waiting for.

She said that if we couldn’t tell by her naked body that this was an invitation then something was wrong.

It only took me a few seconds to be standing in the motel room naked beside my wife.

Bill on the other hand took his time undressing and I wondered if he was having second thoughts or just a little apprehensive about the situation.

When he pulled his underwear down my wife and I looked at each other and smiled because in all our fantasies we wanted a man with substantial endowment but that was all fantasy.

Well this was real and here he was standing in front of us semi hard and a good 8 inches in length with plenty of girth and a huge set of balls to go along with it.

My wife was the first to react when she pushed Bill back onto the bed and immediately started licking his balls and dick.

She looked over her shoulder and asked me what I was waiting for and it didn’t take me long to be right beside her licking and sucking.

Bill said that wasn’t fair that he didn’t have something to lick so as my wife pushed me away I maneuvered around so Bill could lick and suck my cock.

I pulled my wife sideways so I could play with her pussy while she was sucking Bills dick.

Once I got her juices all over my hand I rubbed them on my dick for Bill to lick off.

Bill reached up and started playing with my wifes tits with one hand and helping me rub her pussy with his other one.

I couldn’t tell if we stayed this way for just a few minutes or an eternity but I pulled away from Bill and repositioned my wife astraddle of Bill and slowly slid her dripping pussy down on his waiting cock.

She slowly slid down until her ass cheeks rested against Bills balls and she just sat there saying she was adjusting to the size.

She gave me a kiss and said that I was going to love the feel of this big dick inside of my ass and the thought almost mad me cum.

When my wife finally started to move she was just doing a slow circular grind on Bill groin as if the 8 inches of dick buried in her was not enough and she was going to get every fraction he had to offer.

I lowered my head and licked her asshole for a few seconds and then moved on to Lick and suck Bills balls.

She finally raised off his cock until the only thing left inside her was the head and slowly descended down the entire length of his shaft once again.

Bill was squeezing and massaging my wifes tits with increasing anticipation of things to come.

My wife made the statement that she wished her tits were bigger and Bill told her that they were perfect and if they were any bigger he wouldn’t have enough hands to please them

It didn’t take long for her to start bucking and thrashing and moaning like a wild woman so I got out of the way so I didn’t get a twisted neck from trying to lick during the frenzy.

I could tell that she was getting ready to cum so I reached down and squeezed Bills balls to keep him from cumming and with my other hand I shoved two fingers up her ass.

This sent her over the edge and she started squealing like a wounded animal and I knew she was having a very good orgasm.

She not only had one but she kept having them and I think she had at least four before I left Bills balls alone so he could enjoy the ride himself.

Once I quit squeezing his balls it was just a matter of a minute or so that he was moaning a low series of moans and I could tell that he was ready to explode into my wife.

Bill reached up and grabbed my wife’s hips and pulled her down as he thrust his pelvis into the air grinding his dick as far as it would go into her steaming pussy and she moaned as she felt him release a load like she had never felt before.

It seemed like he came forever but when it finally subsided and he let his hips back down onto the bed the wife jumped off his dick and told me lick trabzon escort her pussy clean

I was so horny so without giving it a second thought I buried my face in her crotch and started licking like crazy.

While I was licking her pussy she was licking Bills cock clean of their combined juices.

Once Bill was completely hard again my wife stuck her fingers in her pussy and brought out some of Bills cum and smeared it onto my asshole and said it was my turn to take the hard ride.

I straddled Bill and my wife guided his dick toward my asshole.

I was quivering and I wasn’t sure if it was from being so horny or what but I knew I was ready.

I almost squealed like my wife did when I felt the tip of his cock touch my asshole and once I gathered my senses I lowered myself to put pressure on my ass to allow his dick to enter me.

It was almost like a relief when my asshole spread to let his large dick slide into me and I just stayed at the tip for a while.

My wife moved around behind me and said it looked so good to see my ass spread by such a big dick and then she started licking Bills cock and my stretched asshole which sent shivers up my spine.

I slowly slid down Bills cock savoring every inch as it filled me like I’d never been filled before.

My wife uses a strap-on on me occasionally but to feel the real thing that is hot, hard and throbbing inside you gives you sensations that can’t be described in mere words.

It wasn’t long before I was riding Bills cock with a fevered pitch like my wife had been doing earlier.

Before either of us got totally out of control my wife said that we had been doing all the work and that she wanted to see me get my ass pounded like a bitch.

I positioned myself on my back and Bill got between my legs and entered me and almost immediately buried himself to the hilt.

My wife rubbed his ass and told him to fuck me hard to which he responded with actions and not words.

While he drove his thick cock into my ass my wife moved around and sat on my face grinding her pussy into my face to the point I could hardly breathe.

I really didn’t care because I was so horny that if I suffocated then what a way to go.

In a short time my wife was moaning and I could tell it wouldn’t be long before she would be cumming and I was right because a few seconds later after her jerking I felt her warm pussy juices flowing down my cheeks.

I tried to lick as much of it up as possible but it seemed to keep flowing just enhancing my excitement.

I was in a whole other world with my ass being assaulted with a huge cock and my face being lathered with pussy juices it was so wonderful that as soon as my wife leaned down and took my cock into her mouth I exploded.

This must have been too much for Bill to handle because I felt his dick throb and then felt his cum start to spray the inner walls of my ass.

He was cumming so much it felt like someone had shoved a garden hose up my ass and turned the water on.

After we all came, pretty much together, we just collapsed into a heap on the bed.

My ever horny wife wasn’t done with the two of us though and it wasn’t long before she had us facing each other alternating sucking both our cocks and even trying to get them both in her mouth at the same time.

As soon as we were both hard I pushed her down on her back and told Bill to give her a real good fucking while she sucked my cock and then we would switch.

Bill spread her thighs and raised her legs and just attacked her pussy with his massive cock while she hungrily sucked my dick.

After a few minutes I slid down and rubbed Bills ass and told him to let her suck her own pussy off his dick and after he moved to her face I proceeded to assault her pussy with my dick.

When I thought she couldn’t stand any more I told Bill to get on his back again and my wife to get on his dick so I could fuck her in the ass.

After Bill was buried in my wife I moved behind her and slid my dick inside her ass making her moan like I’d never heard before.

She said you’re right honey our toys are fun but they are no substitute for the steaming hot flesh buried deep in your body.

We fucked like crazy until we all exploded in a quivering mass of flesh and then we just lay there still in my wife as the juices oozed from her and ran down all over all three of us.

After we all caught our breath Bill said he really should get going and although we would have loved to had him stay till daylight or longer we knew we had just had one hell of an experience that none of us would ever forget.

Bill used our shower to freshen up before he left and when he left we exchanged information for the next time our paths might cross.

After Bill left my wife said we should clean ourselves up before going to sleep so I ate the mixed cum from her ass and pussy while she sucked the juices off my dick then after we were clean she pushed her ass toward me and guided my dick into her still wet pussy and said she wanted to sleep like that.

We were totally exhausted and in no time we fell into a deep satisfied sleep.

The next day on the ride home my wife played with herself for me and I told her she better watch it that she knows what happened the last time she did that and she just smiled and said I KNOW!!!

Couple’s Night

Amateur

Dear sir,

I’m an avid reader of your blog and I enjoy reading just about every article you post, even though I don’t agree with some of them.

I and my wife have been indulging in our private fantasy for some years now. My wife, Shelby, prefers ‘sharing’ herself with me and her black bull. What I mean is she likes it when I fuck her after they’ve done cumming inside her. I enjoy it too: the wetness and looseness of her pussy, it feels so good when my cock slides inside her and then when I too cum inside her, she has a second orgasm that way.

Shelby and I met her current boyfriend, Kanu (he’s a college student from one West African country, I forget which) in a night club. How it happened was that one as weekend we felt bored being at home and she came up with the idea of us going out and having some fun. Usually I get excited when she says this ‘cos Shelby is most times a submissive creature and only becomes dominant when sex is on her mind and that usually gets me hard. We decided on the club since it had been a while we went there. We got dressed and waited for it to grow dark before leaving. Anyway the evening got dark and that was when we left fior the club. Lots of young people were there and lots of black men too. I kept whispering in my wife’s ear that there’s every chance she might score tonight.

It took a while before she ran into Kanu.

Apparently he had arrived there with denizli escort another date, but it seemed she had stiffed him and left with someone else. He came by the bar and that was when we met; I introduced him to Shelby and she sort of liked him almost instantly. We had a few drinks and he had a dance with Shelby. She returned looking flush with excitement; it has been a while since I met anyone make her glow the way she was that night, I tell you. I took her aside and asked her what she wanted to do. Shelby is usually blunt when it comes to this, and she told me right away that she wanted us to take him home. She went off to the ladies’ room while I talked with Kanu about spending the night with us; Shelby prefers being away whenever I get to lay things down with her future BFs, so she left us and went to find the ladies room while Kanu and I talked. He seemed like a nice-enough fellow and he never gave me any bad questions. My guess later was that this wasn’t his first time of doing this because he was so calm when I talked about wanting him to cum inside my wife’s cunt and if possible let me eat his cum out her pussy when he was done. By the time my wife returned we were laughing and sipping our drinks as if we were old friends. Shelby came and sat beside him and they flirted all the time.

We got up and left the club and I drove while she and Kanu lounged antalya escort in the backseat, kissing and necking. He pushed her face down his crotch and I watched through the mirror at her eating his cock. We got home and they went into the living room while I ran into the kitchen to fetch a bottle of wine. Those two never bothered about me: they got out their clothes and I sat across from them and watched her suck his black cock. He stood up and pressed her face down on him; he had quite a muscle for a black cock. I got hard watching them and forgot about the bottle of wine and went to stroking my prick.

Things got heated when we went into the bedroom. He fucked Shelby from behind, slapped her butt every couple of minutes and she loved every touch of his palm on her flesh. She fell face forward on the bed, groaned non-stop from his black dick hammering her from behind. I watched him fuck her back and forth on the bed. He held her down on top of her and kept fucking her hard while I watched them from the camcorder I was recording everything with. He shot his load inside her and I waited till he’d poured every drop inside her and then rolled off her before I climbed on the bed.

My wife opened her legs for me and I lay before my wife’s open legs and inhaled the sweet, sour musky smell that was Kanu’s cum pouring out her labia. I gave it a first lick, it tasted izmir escort really good. I gave it a second lick and then before I could even protest, Shelby pressed my face down on her cunt, snapped at me to go ahead and clean her up. That was what I did. I eat the bull’s cum out my wife’s pussy and didn’t feel like stopping even when I felt her thighs tighten against my face, felt her body jump and slam back on the bed, heard her cry out as she orgasmed against my face. The taste of my wife’s juicy cum mixed with that of Kanu’s semen was a taste unlike any I’ve had.

Done with eating her pussy, I pulled my shorts down my thighs and pressed my erect prick against her pussy and grunted as I thrust all of it into her. She brought her hands to my shoulders and pulled me downward on top of her. She urged me to fuck her hard. All the time mouthing off at me, telling me how tiny and silly my cock felt as compared to what her new BF was sporting. I felt jealous. I felt angry … I felt so goddamn fucking HORNY! I kept pounding my wife’s cunt like it was something I hated and unbelievably when I came, I thought I saw stars. My body shook all over when that happened, and I was still shaking when I rolled off her.

She and Kanu took a shower together while I went and uploaded the camcorder recording into my laptop. Kanu spent the night in my bedroom, slept beside my wife, while I got out a camp bed and slept out in the living room. I woke up later that night when I thought I heard the sound of Shelby screaming once more for someone to fuck her harder. I smiled at myself and stroked my cock while in my mind’s eye I imagined her Kanu must be tearing her pussy up.

I almost didn’t want the morning to arrive; I’ll bet neither did they.

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