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The inflection in her voice when she said, “Put your mouth back on the hole, Sweetie,” didn’t seem like a request . . . it pretty much sounded like an order. And when she added the “NOW” a couple of seconds later, there was no doubt that she expected immediate obedience.

I wasn’t anywhere near drunk, but was definitely in some sort of sensory overload. This had kind of turned into a strange, but exciting, dream. In my convoluted state I thought, “What the hell, this is something I’ve never done before.”

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and put my lips around the well used glory hole. In a couple of seconds, I felt a roundish object protrude through the hole. Again I wondered, “What the fuck is going on?” Pulling my head back, and looking down, I soon discovered the problem. She couldn’t get the head of her dick through the hole. Although the hole looked about 1 ½ ” in diameter, her glans couldn’t quite make it in. Suddenly, she must have made a painful shove, and her cock popped through the hole. She continued pushing until a good 6 inches of fat brown cock were on my side of the wall.

Her foreskin was semi retracted. The purplish brown head throbbed and bounced with excitement. As I looked down I was still amazed at the size of her equipment. I wondered whether my mouth could even accommodate it. As that thought crossed my mind, a little chill ran down my spine. I considered what this Amazon might do if I couldn’t provide for her.

I lowered my mouth to her cock and, perhaps fortunately, was able to get a few inches inside my mouth. I don’t think I had ever had my mouth open this wide and it was difficult trying to keep my teeth from sinking in. I brought my right hand up and tried to get it around her dick between my lips and the partition. My fingers couldn’t reach each other around her organ.

Although I’d never had a cock in my mouth before, I had a pretty good idea of what excited me as a receiver. I started pumping her shaft with my hand. I tried to generate enough saliva to wet down what little of her huge dick I could get in my mouth. After wetting it down, I began working my tongue under and around her glans and licked her pee slit. It seemed to get a positive reaction. I could sense the blood pulsating through her sausage.

In a few seconds I realized she was helping with the lubrication effort . . . she was donating some prodigious helpings of pre-cum. I had a difficult time maneuvering my tongue around the huge object filling my mouth. I licked the underside of her shaft. I worked the tip of my tongue in and out of her cock slit. I tried to set up a rhythm of stimulation. Partial suction, relax, full suction, relax, creating a kind of tempo. I even used my teeth a little which she seemed to like judging from her moans.

Shortly my mouth was full of a combination of cock, saliva and pre-cum. It began running out the corners of my lips and dripping off my chin onto my shirt and tie. Luckily, because of the partition, I could control how much of her organ I took in my mouth. I tried to limit that to about 3 inches so it wouldn’t provoke my gag reflex. I was glad that she couldn’t get hold of my head, like the tranny in the video. I was sure I’d be testing the limits of my throat as well as my mouth. Even so, I could hear her banging her groin against the other side. I could tell my lips had been stretched beyond their normal limits and would be cracked and sore tomorrow.

“Deeper, baby, deeper,” she entreated, “You need to take some more.”

I slid her meat down further until the head was bouncing off the entrance to my throat. I knew that if she had control her cock would be halfway to my stomach. I continued to use all the oral skills I could remember and a few new ones I made up as I went along. They seemed to be working because she was groaning loudly and sawing her dick in and out of the hole.

After awhile I sensed a subtle change in activity. Her dick was throbbing and I could feel the blood pumping even stronger down the shaft. Even through the wall, I could hear my partner moaning and shouting.

“Suck it, baby,” she cried, then “More, take some more. C’mon, you cocksucker, gag on it.”

Her dick was now as hard as a rock and had begun pulsing and jumping in my hand. I knew that her orgasm could only be seconds away. In those few seconds, it struck me that I was having unprotected oral sex with a total stranger. This person, I thought, probably has every sexually transmitted disease known to modern science and in a second her sperm is going to end up in my mouth.

“I’m coming, baby! Get ready. Get ready. Here comes your dinner.”

A wave of panic rolled through my brain and just then her cock exploded with an enormous orgasm. I jerked my mouth away from her dick. I watched the first rocket of cum arch across the small room and splatter at the base of the far wall. The next wave made it almost to the wall. The third, fourth, fifth and sixth marched their way back toward their starting point. Each spurt leaving smaller opaque puddles of cum across bursa otele gelen eskort the floor. Her seventh and final release just kind of oozed out of her prick, ran back down the shaft and dripped down the wall. It was still at least a tablespoon of jizz.

“YOU ROTTEN MOTHERFUCKER!” she screamed from the other side of the wall. Her now shrinking cock was quickly withdrawn from the hole. “I’m going to KILL you for that,” she yelled and I could hear banging around on her side of the wall.

“What the hell is she talking about,” I wondered. I started to get to my feet more than a little scared. I’m a pretty average sized guy: 5’10″and 175 lbs. I work out three times a week and play racquetball as often as possible. I was pretty sure I could hold my own against this gal physically, but what if she had some sort of weapon or even a gun. She sounded really crazy angry.

As that ran through my mind, my booth door came crashing in. I don’t know if she kicked it or hit it with her shoulder, but the door flew open and the cheap lock launched across the room. She charged into the booth and hit me with a block that would make any NFL linebacker proud. I smashed against the wall and sunk back to my knees gasping for breath. She grabbed a big handful of my hair and twisted my head back. With her face inches from mine she snarled “That was a gift, you dumb fuck. I’d been saving it up for a week.”

“What is this loon talking about?” I thought, “Her sperm was a gift?”

“Lick it up,” She demanded and started to force my head toward a pool of cum at her feet.

“You’re fucking crazy,” I shouted and started to get to my feet.

When consciousness came back around, the left side of my head hurt like hell. I found myself lying on my side on the cruddy floor. Stars were dancing around in my vision. I could see somebody’s old crumpled up Kleenex lying on the floor under the bench in front of me. “What a bummer,” I thought.

“Lick up my gift,” she said in a low, but intense voice, “and make sure you get every drop.”

“Fuck you, you crazy bitch,” I mumbled and tried to rise.

This time I awoke on my stomach and she was using my new Brooks Brothers silk tie to knot my hands behind my back. Now both sides of my head hurt like hell and my right eye was swollen almost shut.

“I didn’t want this to happen you know,” She said, almost like she was talking to herself. “Why did you have to do this to me?”

When she finished tying my wrists, she grabbed my hair again and dragged my head over to the largest pool of cum. She pushed my face down into it and rubbed it around.

“You are going to lick up all my gift even if it takes all night,” She said in a menacing voice. “How many more blows to the head do you think you can take without some kind of permanent brain injury?”

My head already throbbed like the worst hangover I’d ever had and there were many more little stars dancing around in my vision. I thought more smacks to my cranium were probably not a good idea. I stuck out my tongue and dipped it into the now cool puddle. A little slimy, a little salty, and pretty disgusting . . . kind of like eating cold snot. I spent the next 30 minutes cleaning what seemed like the entire floor and one wall with my tongue. I kept wondering how many billions of germs and other guy’s old jizz I was licking up during the process.

Throughout this time, my captor would say things like “Hurry up, asshole” or “You missed some there, bitch.” Once, she complained, “None of this would be happening if you just would have done your job like a good boy.” When she thought I wasn’t being through enough, she’d step on the back of my head and mash my face against the floor. Her cum saturated my eyebrows and mustache and even my hair had clumps of drying semen.

When I was done she grabbed my shoulders, lifted me to my feet like I was a child and pushed me back into a sitting position on the bench. She stood in front of me glaring down and, almost to herself, whispered “What the fuck am I going to do with you now?”

She seemed to consider this question for several seconds then ordered, “Get up.”

When I was standing, she swung me around, took hold of my bound wrists, and lifted them behind my back. This forced me to hunch over and forward at the waist. She then marched me out the broken booth door. “Turn left in the hall,” she said, which I knew was not the way to the entrance.

There didn’t appear to be any other customers in the whole video area. I couldn’t hear a single video soundtrack and every door we passed was propped open. We stopped at a steel door at the end of the hallway with a large red lettered sign reading “Emergency Exit Only. Alarm will sound.” She punched some buttons on a small metal box mounted on the wall next to the door and the box popped open. She removed two vehicle remote controls and entered a code into another keypad inside the box. There was an audible click and she pushed the door open by the crash bar. No alarm sounded.

We bursa eve gelen escort bayan exited into a small parking area closed off by a tall chain link fence that had green slats woven though the links. A couple of floodlights on the building lit the area. There was a closed sliding gate at the rear that must have opened onto an alley behind the store. Strands of razor wire topped the entire fence. With my hands secured behind my back, any fleeting thought I had of escaping was immediately dashed. No way could I ever get over that fence. My captor must have figured the same thing, because she let go of my wrists and said “Follow me and don’t fuck around.”

Designed to house about fifteen vehicles, the lot only contained three. There was an old white Japanese compact, a new white, plain sided, delivery type van with no markings, and an older model black Lincoln Town Car with dark tinted windows. She headed off toward the van and unlocked the rear door with one of the remotes. She left me standing by the rear as she leaned in and rummaged around in the back. I briefly considered kicking the door into her, but calculated that in my condition it would just get me a good asskicking.

She leaned back pulling a five foot length of chain. It had a pair of handcuffs attached to one end and a single cuff on the other. In her other hand she held a box cutter. “C’mon,” she ordered and started walking toward the rear of the building. She attached the single cuff to a standpipe bolted to the wall and told me to “Turn around.” She attached the pair of handcuffs to my wrists and locked them behind my back. She then cut my tie off my wrists with the box cutter.

“Now we’re going to get you ready to travel,” she said, “Kneel down.”

I dropped to my knees as best I could and she began cutting away my stained shirt with the box cutter. When it was in shreds on the ground, she said “Roll over on your back.” When I did that she took my shoes and socks off, undid my belt and zipper, and, grabbing the cuffs, pulled my pants off. She removed my wallet from my pants and took a quick look inside. She then walked over and placed it in the glove box of the Lincoln.

Despite my situation, as I watched her walk back across the lot, I thought again of what a gorgeous woman she was. She was wearing heels that were at least 4 inches high, but walked with the grace and beauty of a model. There was no trace of awkwardness or hunching as there often is with very tall people. She walked with the smoothness of a human feline.

When she returned, she took off my wristwatch. She also went through the rest of my pant’s pockets and removed my key ring. She glanced at the BMW insignia on one of the keys. “Drive a Beamer, do we?” she asked, “What color is it?” I thought about lying, and then wondered how many BMW’s could be in the parking lot this late at night. “Silver,” I said.

Once again she picked up the box cutter and waved it over my groin. “Don’t move now or I might raise your voice a few octaves,” she warned and proceeded to carve off my briefs. After tossing them aside, she reached down and grasped my cock and seemed to weigh it in her palm. “That will do nicely,” she commented, gave it a firm squeeze, and let it drop. It did not thrill me a bit.

She then gathered up all my clothes, walked over to a nearby dumpster and threw them in. She called out “You won’t be needing these.” After what she’d done to them, I couldn’t have used them anyway.

At this point I was truly terrorized. I was as frightened as I’ve ever been in my life, but could think of no immediate solution. Here I was in the hands of an absolute Loony Tunes who had demonstrated she was much bigger and stronger then me. She also was apparently not planning on letting me go anytime soon. I just had to hope that if I waited an escape opportunity might present itself.

She took my BMW key off the ring and examined it. She then walked over to an electrical circuit box mounted on the building. Opening the door, she laid it inside.

“Up,” she ordered and, with some effort and a scraped knee, I struggled to my feet.

“Do you want to ride in the trunk or the front?” she asked.

“Neither,” I replied.

“Don’t be a smart ass. You’re going and it’s one or the other.”

Not much caring for small confined spaces I immediately replied “Front, than.”

“There are certain conditions with a front seat ride, you know.”

I didn’t care what the conditions were, I just knew I did not want to ride in the truck.

“Whatever,” I answered.

“Well, first you have to be clean,” she said and walked over to a hose coiled on a wall bracket. She twisted the faucet handle and said, “I hate to wash all that lovely cum off of you, but I don’t want you getting it all over the inside of the car.”

With that she squeezed the nozzle and started spraying down my whole body. Even though it was a warm night, after the initial blast, the hose water got pretty cold. When she sprayed my dick it shriveled up in response.

“Maybe, I was too quick to judge your cock, Needledick. You haven’t got to enough to impregnate a chipmunk. Raise your arms and turn around”

After spraying me all down, she walked back over to the van and retrieved a towel. She had a small key in one hand and used it to open the cuff on my wrist. She had me move my arms in front and reattached the handcuffs. She threw the towel at me, and told me to dry off. Once I dried as best I could she moved to the standpipe and removed the cuff on the other end from the pipe.

“Follow me,” she said as she walked to the driver’s door of the Lincoln. I walked after her dragging the chain behind me.

She opened the driver’s door, reached inside, pushed a button and the driver’s seat slid to the rear. When it was fully retracted she said “Get in.”

“Do you want me to drive?” I asked.

“No, you moron,” she laughed. “Get on your knees in front of my seat. I’m going to give you a little lollipop to suck on for the ride home.”

With some difficulty I managed to maneuver myself into the car and onto the floorboards facing backwards. She snaked the end of the chain under the seat and attached it to something. Then she stepped into the car, swung her right leg across my head while lifting her long skirt and slid down the seat into a driving position. She looked down at me and smiled. In a kindly, but sexy voice she advised, “I don’t expect you to take all of me, that’s going to take some practice. However, I do expect you to do your best to keep me entertained on the ride home.”

In our current position, her flaccid log was lying on the car seat inches from my mouth. This gave me a pretty good idea of the nature of the “entertainment” she expected.

“I do have a few rules that I will explain as we go along. To start with, just so there’s no mistake like tonight, NEVER take my cock out of your mouth when I’m cuming. I may take it out. I may shove it in as far as I can down your throat. I may pull out and drown your face with cream. Those are all my decisions, not yours. Understand?”

What could I say? “Yes. I understand.”

“Excellent! Now get your mouth around my dick and we’ll be on our way.”

With that she operated the switch to move the seat forward. My face was soon jammed against her crotch. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and found it was still sore from earlier. I sucked in her flaccid penis which immediately started growing. She favored me with a wicked smile and dropped her gossamer skirt over my head. As I adjusted my mouth to best accommodate her size, I heard the car start up and slowly leave the parking lot. I assumed there was some sort of remote control to open the gate because we never slowed once we started moving.

I heard the beeps of a cell phone being dialed.

“Gerald,” she said, obviously not talking to me.

“Yes, I just left, now listen carefully. Is the store buttoned up?”

“Okay, here’s what I need you to do first thing in the morning. Make a list . . . are you making a list?”

“Okay, there’s a car out front, a silver BMW. No, I don’t know the license. No, I don’t know where it’s parked. Jesus fucking Christ, I mean how many can there be in our lot? The keys are in the electrical box. Yes, our circuit box out back. Fuck, you are a moron!”

“Clean the car out. Yes, everything. Look very carefully. There should be a suit jacket in there. Empty out anything wearable and throw it in the dumpster. Put everything else you collect in a bag and I’ll pick it up later tomorrow.”

“When you’re done take the car over to Bob’s shop and leave it in the lot. Yes, stupid, Bob’s Auto Body Shop. Tell him I’ll call him later. Yes . . . right!”

“Call the house now and tell Midori that I’m bringing home a guest. Uh, huh. That’s right . . . that kind of guest. Tell her I had no choice.”

“Good night, Gerald.”

“Wait! Wait! I turned off the alarm on the back door. Make sure to reset it before you leave. Goodnight, you fat baby fucker. Yeah, yeah, I know you don’t do that anymore. G’night.”

“I don’t feel much action going on down there, William,” she chided.

She was right; I had been too busy listening to the conversation.

“Oh shit,” I thought. She had looked at my wallet close enough to pick up on my given name. I started working harder with my tongue.

“That’s better, Sweetie, but you better keep it up because it’s a long ride home and that’s the only thing keeping me awake.” She gave a deep sultry laugh and observed, “Just think, if we crashed, you could have a permanent sausage sandwich.” Then she added, “Of course, you’d also have top billing in the LA Times Metro Section.”

While I was struggling to accommodate her steadily swelling dick, she started talking. “My name is Angelina, William, but I think that may be a little too personal right now. I’ll have to think about what I want you to call me. I think for right now you can call me Madam and I’ll call you Cocksucker.” Here came that sultry laugh again, “Ha, ha, ha. That’s it! Madam Angel and Sir William, the Cocksucker . . . nicely appropriate.” She glared down at me with a scowl and added “Next time it better be Sir William, the Cum Swallower or Sir William may be no more. Ha, ha, ha. It would be Poor Olde Sir William, God rest his dick.”

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The Golf Trip

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It had been 6 or 7 months since my buddy Mark had caught me fucking his wife Melissa. That had been both an exciting and embarrassing event for both of us. He wasn’t so much angry as hurt but we had several long conversations afterwards during which I explained to him how it happened and that I loved both of them very much. I think he understood the chain of events that had lead up to that day and soon things got back to normal between he and I and it seemed between he and Melissa. We continued our weekly golf outings and dinners together and the subject didn’t come up again between us.

Then came our trip to Myrtle Beach for a week of golf and drinking. The wives were invited but both he and I knew that they wouldn’t go along so it would be just the two of us which was ok with us. We would be able to golf all day, have drinks and get a buzz on, have a nice dinner and go to bed and get up and do it again the next day. A perfect vacation.

The 6 hour drive to the beach always seemed to lend itself to conversations that we would not normally have. I guess it was the boredom that caused it. On the way down he casually mentioned that he and Melissa had been having great sex in the previous few months and that ever since he caught us together he looked at sex differently. I was curious about this and questioned him further. He went on to explain that he had been brought up in a strict Catholic environment and that he was taught that sex was dirty and not something you discussed socially or shared with others. This surprised me because I too had been in Catholic schools and didn’t share this view. Anyway, he went on to say that he was enjoying sex more than ever and had discovered some new and different things that he found enjoyable. I didn’t press on the issue but told him that was great and that I was happy for him. In my mind I wondered what things he had discovered and what if any influence I had on it.

I knew Melissa was more open minded than Mark and maybe she had convinced him that there was more to sex than just a once a week missionary fuck.

The first day at the beach was great. We got to play a beautiful golf course and returned to the condo drained from being out in the sun all day. A pitcher full of Margaritas was immediately prepared and we began to savor the day and the Tequila. After more than a few the Tequila began to loosen up our tongues and soon we were involved in a conversation about sex and my infidelity with his wife. I wasn’t surprised the subject came up again because I never really felt like we had complete closure on it. The times we talked about it he only mentioned the fact that I had fucked his wife and never seemed willing to discuss what had happened between he and I. He was sort of in denial.

The conversation continued over dinner and more drinks and soon he was asking me questions about that day. He asked if that was the only time I had fucked her and if I liked it.

I was slightly drunk and wanted to be completely honest with him so I said,

“Yeah, just that one time and it was great.”

He was taken aback by my bluntness and continued with his questions.

“Did you like all of it?” he asked.

I knew what he wanted to know. He wanted to know if I liked sucking his dick and did I like the fucking he gave me.

Feeling a little mean and not wanting to give him complete satisfaction I responded, “yeah it was ok, but I prefer my men to be a little bigger.” This caused a look on his face I had not previously seen.

Now you have to understand Mark is hung really well, about 7 to 8 inches of smooth dark cock that looks beautiful hanging between his legs and he has always thought of himself as a stud so this response he had not heard in a while. It was a Kodak moment.

The conversation changed quickly to a different subject and we finished dinner and headed back to the Condo for a night cap.

We were both buzzing from the Tequila and I felt a little guilty about the comment I made at the restaurant so I made a point to tell him he shouldn’t consider his dick small, that I had been kidding him about the size of it. He lit up when I said this.

“You mean you think I’m hung well?”

I responded with “yeah, you’ve got a nice cock, not the biggest I’ve ever seen

but very nice, bigger than most.” He suddenly changed demeanor, he got an air of bravado about him and seemed to be a little agitated.

“I can’t believe you fucked my wife”.

We were back on the subject again and I wanted to put a stop to bursa escort it immediately so I responded with “I can’t believe you fucked me, did you enjoy taking my ass like that.”

This caught him off guard and he suddenly said good night.

I stayed up for a little while watching TV while he went to the bathroom and readied himself for bed. He left the bathroom door open and I caught a glimpse of him standing there in the nude washing his face. His cock hanging down past his balls and dangling as he moved about. It was a fine piece of meat and it made me think back to when I had it in my mouth. I too soon headed to the adjacent bedroom for a good night sleep.

I noticed his light stayed on for what seemed like a long time. I was a little worried about him so I pretended to go to the bathroom and snuck a peak in his bedroom to see if he was ok. He was lying on the bed on his back asleep. A very handsome man completely nude and drunk and there for the taking. It was all I could do to resist so I merely turned his light out and returned to my own room where I quickly dozed off.

Sometime during the night I was awakened to the feel of something warm touching my face. I opened my eyes just a bit to see the figure of Mark standing next to my bed in the darkness, completely nude. His cock appeared to be only slightly hard and hung down at a 45 degree angle, only inches from my face. I quickly closed my eyes to the point I could just barely see and pretended to be asleep. I was curious to see just what he was up to in his drunken state. He slowly leaned forward letting the tip of his cock touch my face. I lay perfectly still and he got more brazen. He progressed to dragging his semi hard cock across my face with his hand and I could smell his manhood and occasionally feel his pubic hairs touch my nose and chin. This went on for a few minutes and I decided to see how far he would go so I shifted a bit and allowed my face to come closer to the edge of the bed and let my mouth open slightly, a silent invitation to him to do whatever he wanted. He hesitated for a moment, apparently to make sure I was still asleep and then continued rubbing his now hard cock over my face. He positioned the wet tip of his cock against my lips and began pressing slightly as his cock began to part my lips and enter my waiting mouth.

I didn’t suck on it at first. I let him push it in further before I started to suck it. By this time I figured he either didn’t think I would wake up or he didn’t care. I started to slowly suck on his cock again and I felt his hand on the back of my head. He was gently pushing his cock in my mouth and pulling it out until only the head was left in my mouth. This went on for about 15 minutes. I was slurping on his cock and he was moaning in the darkness, neither of us acknowledging what was going on. Soon he increased the pace and force of his strokes and I knew he was about to cum so I sucked as hard as I could to finish him off. He soon rewarded me with a huge load of warm cum that I gladly swallowed. He quietly pulled out of my mouth after going soft and returned to his room without saying a word.

The next day was a little awkward. It was uncomfortable and neither of us enjoyed it so I felt like we needed to clear the air and that was exactly what I planned to do that night at dinner. Dinner rolled around and we got our usual buzz on from Tequila. Over dinner I brought up the subject of the night before. I asked him if he enjoyed it without specifically asking him about the blow job I had given him.

He seemed embarrassed and said, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I was just so horny.”

I let him feel the guilt for a few minutes before responding. It felt like I had a power over him.

I then told him, “Look, I’m sorry you caught me fucking your wife but I enjoyed it and I enjoyed what happened between you and I then, and I enjoyed sucking you off last night so don’t feel guilty.” He was clearly surprised by my statement and it seemed to open up a whole new arena for conversation.

“You know, I was afraid to admit it, but I really enjoyed you sucking me off. Your much better at giving head than any of the women I’ve had and you have absolutely the tightest ass I’ve ever seen. I don’t want you to think I’m gay or anything but it really felt good the time I got to fuck it. Last night just reminded me of that day.”

“Good”, I said, I’m glad we finally got that out in the open. “You know Mark, I love you and Melissa both like I love my own wife but I refuse to put limitations on my experiences or be labeled and I hope you understand.”

Mark said, “Yeah, I understand completely now, I wish we had this conversation a long time ago.”

We finished dinner and headed back to the condo. When we got there the atmosphere was completely different than the night before. It was kind, quiet and very loving. We enjoyed each others company and talked very frankly about a lot of things. When bed time came around I wanted to open a new door for him so I told him “I’m going to bed now and if you get horny again and want me to get you off your welcome in my bedroom anytime.”

He gave me a hug and said “thanks, I would like that. I’m going to take a shower before retiring. Would you like to join me?”

It was becoming a special night in our relationship and I was getting more than a little excited. We retired to his bedroom where we both began undressing. We both had our shirts, shoes and socks off and he was beginning to undo his belt buckle when I asked him if I could do that for him. I always liked removing another mans pants and shorts. He nodded permission and I sat on the edge of the bed, him standing in front of me with his hands on his hips. I eased his zipper down and let the pants fall to the floor revealing a bulging pair of bikini briefs. The outline of his growing cock was clear in his tight shorts and I just stared at it for a moment. I was close enough to smell his manhood and he was ok with me taking extra time to check him out. I slowly pulled down his shorts letting his cock flop out right in front of my face. It was magnificent, 8 inches of beautiful dark cock only inches from my hungry mouth. I wanted to suck it so bad but I resisted and settled for just pushing my face into it his pubic area and drinking in the smell and warmth of it. I finally pulled away and stood to remove my own clothes.

We were completely nude and I was admiring his body when he said, “fold my clothes up and pick up my room and when your done you can join me in the shower.”

Now this was a turn of events, I thought we were going to be on the same level but he had different ideas apparently and wanted to be the dominant one. I thought for a minute and said “OK, if that’s how you want it.” He smiled and headed for the shower.

I quickly picked up his room folding the clothes and putting them away and went to the bathroom. I opened the curtain to see him standing there under the flowing water, just letting it wash over him.

He said, “it’s about time, come on get in. I need my back washed.”

I climbed in and took the body wash he uses and began to scrub his muscular back. He enjoyed himself and I continued to soap him all over, reaching around and scrubbing his chest, letting my hands work their way down to his crotch.

When I started rubbing his cock he turned around to face me and I continued giving special attention to his growing member. When he was completely hard he took the soap from me and began scrubbing me. Now he had never touched me before and I was anxious to see how far he would go. He gently scrubbed my shoulders and back and reached around and began on my chest. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass and I couldn’t help but return the gesture by pressing back against him a little just to let him know it was ok. He slid his hands down and gently washed my cock and balls. We rinsed off and immediately dried ourselves and went into his bedroom.

He said, “lets enjoy ourselves tonight, no limits and no guilt.”

I said “that sounds great, what would you like to do first?”

He said, “first I want you to understand that I will be the one to call the shots, and if you have a problem with that we can stop right now.”

I said, “I don’t have a problem with that as long as you take care of me too and don’t hurt me.”

He said, “I will take good care of you and I won’t hurt you because I love you too. With that he came closer and wrapped his muscular arms around me kissing me full on the lips. I responded in kind and soon we were on the bed in each others arms French kissing and rubbing against each other. It was wonderful.

After a few minutes of this he raised up and said’ “I want you to get on your knees like a slut and suck my big cock.”

His Type A personality was beginning to show as he began to talk down to me. I must say I found my new submissive role exciting, so without any hesitation I gladly dropped to my knees and began servicing his swollen cock. I sucked it like a pro, slurping görükle escort bayan and gulping like I was starving for it. I took as much of it as I could in my mouth at times but couldn’t quite swallow all of it. It was just too long. I bobbed up and down on his cock while he slowly gyrated his hips into my face. I loved sucking his cock and he knew it.

He was about to cum when he suddenly pulled it out of my mouth and said, “I want to fuck you like we did before. Why don’t you get up on the bed on all fours and give me that tight ass of yours.”

I gladly assumed the position hoping he would use a lubricant on me before plunging that big thing in me. I was surprised to feel his tongue on me exploring me and getting me wet for what was to come. A few hot minutes of this and I was ready for anything. I felt him get up next to my ass with his cock rubbing up and down against my ass crack. He placed a hand on each of my hips and gently began pushing his cockhead against my hole. It was tight and I had to force myself to relax a little before the head pushed past the opening. It stung a little at first but soon we were pushing back and forth, him shoving all of his cock in me and me pushing back against it to make sure I took every inch of it. He seemed to be enjoying himself and began to vocalize which I took as a good sign.

He would say things like, “God your ass is tight, it feels great to be fucking it again.”

He had a firm grip on both my hips and forcefully pulled me into him on each stroke. It felt like he was bigger than before and it hurt a little but I loved every minute of it. He definitely liked being on top of me and being in charge which was ok with me as long as he continued letting me have his big cock whenever I wanted some.

At one point he said, “That’s it bitch, take my cock up your tight ass.”

He now thought of me as more than just a friend, I was one of his many fuck toys. Someone he could call up anytime of the night or day and get a blow job from or a tight ass he could fuck on command. I was a little ashamed that I liked being a fuck slut for him but damn he was good looking and I absolutely loved his beautiful cock, and so the relationship had changed.

He continued pleasuring himself in my ass, giving me the fucking I had wanted for so long. We had been at it for about an hour, with periods of slow strokes that were very sensual alternated with periods of hard animal like slamming and grunting. He told me how much he liked fucking me and how he wished we had started a long time ago with this new relationship. I felt the same way and having his beautiful cock inside me made my own cock very hard. Soon he picked up the pace and seemed to be reaching a climax. I knew he was ready to come which he soon did. I could feel the jets of warm cum hitting inside me and soon we collapsed on the bed, his sweaty body on top of me and his cock still in me. I could have stayed like that all night but he soon rolled over, kissed me on the back of the neck and went to sleep. I got up from the bed and got a wet wash cloth from the bathroom and cleaned him up before falling off to sleep myself.

When morning rolled around I awoke first and I felt a little naughty. I couldn’t resist kneeling next to his head and letting my cock rub his face and lips like he had done me. Only he woke up and smiled up at me and opened his mouth. I slowly slipped my cock between his lips and he proceeded to suck me off like a pro. I don’t know if he had ever sucked another man off before or not but he was surprisingly good at it. I was really enjoying myself and the sight of my hard cock going in and out of my buddy’s mouth put me over the edge. I grabbed the back of his head with both hands, holding his face against my crotch and delivered my load into his warm mouth, squirting every drop as far down his throat as I could and making sure not to pull out until every drop was given to him.. He swallowed all of it without hesitation and soon my limp cock came out of his mouth. We now shared not only his wife but a love of cocksucking.

He admitted that he liked sucking another man off far more than he thought he would. He was now able and willing to please men and women both and I could see him enjoying his new role as my lover and as a bona fide cocksucker. The next step would be to teach him how to take a cock like a man. We still had several nights left at the beach and I planned to expand his horizons and allow him to experience the pleasure of being a bottom for a night. He had no idea what he had been missing but I planned to show him and teach him and before the week was out to get my cock up his ass at least once. What a great vacation it turned out to be.

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The Gardener Ch. 02

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Sorry this has taken so long to write! Clearly I should have prepared for it before submitting the first chapter. But here it is, I hope people are happier with the length of this chapter and like how the story is developing. Enjoy!

Agnes awoke at 6am as she did every morning and the same as every morning she knew she wasn’t going back to sleep. Rising from her bed with a sigh, she opened the bedroom door and went down the corridor to the bathroom. All the aches and creaks in her bones reminded her of her age and as she reached the bathroom and flicked on the light, her reflection did the same. Although mentally Agnes did not feel 73, the feel of her body and the look of it told her that she most definitely was. The old lady stood in front of the mirror and smoothed her nightie down over her body, turning and vainly trying to hide the signs of the passage of time. But Agnes had to admit there was no mistaking the girth of her legs, the excess skin on her neck, the liver spots on her hands. But most depressingly as Agnes remembered being a young, desirable lady at one point, the belly she hated so much and the sagging breasts that hung just above it… She hated how her breasts and belly hung when she bent down at all, how her belly stopped her from seeing her white pubic bush any longer (not that she had any need to see it any longer, but still) and how her breasts looked like large deflated balloons that clung to her chest when she looked at them in the mirror. Agnes pushed up her breasts, recalling when they rode high on her chest, unlike now as the skin on them was the texture of thin, well-used plastic bags, wrinkled, old and frail. When she turned side on and looked below her breasts, her stomach barely went in at all however much she tried to suck it in and she arched her neck trying to smooth out the wrinkles and the effect of the double chin. But it was useless and she knew it, cursing her fanciful vanity.

All of these signs of age were a source of distress to this elderly lady who could remember being young and beautiful when she was fighting off her suitors. And then Gerald won her by being so much more charming, handsome and generous than all the rest of them. Gosh, she had loved him so much! However, if Agnes had been younger she could see herself finding another man, Gerald would not have begrudged her that, as long as she was happy Gerald wouldn’t have begrudged her anything. But no, Agnes reminded herself for the umpteenth time, Gerald was dead ten years, she was well past her prime and desirability and into the years when she was only good for acting as grandmother. But she couldn’t even do that, her son being in Australia with his family and her daughter a high-flying career woman who showed no care for her mother. So, Agnes was just a lonely, old woman whose highlight of the day would be receiving a young man who obviously didn’t want to be in her house and could barely contain his boredom while he was there. But as the saying went, beggars couldn’t be choosers and these days Agnes felt like a beggar for any kind of company, so she sat down on the toilet and got ready for the day.

— –

Jamie woke up at 10am to the sound of his alarm alerting him he had an hour before he had to be at Mrs Travers’ house. As usual for a young man upon waking up, he was sporting a hard on, he wanted to believe that it was because he had been dreaming of Alice, but he could not be sure of that after the events of the previous day. As soon as he’d got home from Mrs Travers’ house still with a decidedly uncomfortable hardon, he’d gone straight up to his room, gone to his laptop and googled the very unsubtle search term ‘granny fucking’. It had thrown up plenty of videos and he’d gone through them trying to work out what had happened to him earlier on in the day. The first started with a stooped, dumpy, old woman in typical granny wear, a cardigan, blouse and skirt similar to what Mrs Travers had been wearing when Jamie had seen her earlier. The lady and the man chatted for a while, flirted for a bit, then started kissing and then the lady removed her cardigan revealing stooped shoulders and the cleavage that would lead down to some delightfully droopy breasts. When Jamie saw the cardigan removed and he could see more of her body he suddenly wanted to see all of it, he wanted to see all the woman’s flaws in detail, the large belly, the sagging breasts, the fat, hairy pussy… And then he wanted to be the man in the video, he had his cock out and was stroking it. Jamie loaded up several more videos and each time the sight of the elderly woman starting out the video looking like a typical granny, then being fucked in all sorts of positions by a younger man and ending the video with her face being blasted by the man’s cock had Jamie hard as a rock.

Now, Jamie understood the whole granny fetish; the idea of a woman who was not an obvious sexual being in any way being dethroned and made into a complete slut was incredibly hot. And the rolls of fat, the wrinkles and the saggy skin were also hot exactly because they sariyer escort were not what most men wanted, they should disgust him but they didn’t, he wanted to kiss them, bury his face in them, and explore every inch of them with his tongue…

— –

Jamie knocked on Mrs Travers’ door and waited a similarly long time as the day before until she opened the door, saying:

‘Well hello dear, how are you?’ Agnes was wearing a blouse again today, a white billowy one this time and a skirt again. Her body looked similarly as dumpy as it had the previous day, Jamie could see how low her breasts hung and the paunch she tried to hide by wearing clothes that didn’t hug the figure.

Jamie was, for obvious reasons, much less pissed off about being there than he had been the day before and this was reflected in his tone which was much brighter, ‘I’m great, thank you, Mrs Travers! How are you?’

The elderly woman noticeably brightened up at receiving such an enthusiastic response, but had to chide him, ‘Now dear, what did I say yesterday?? You’re Jamie and I’m Agnes, I may be old but you don’t have to remind me, dear!’

Jamie was mortified that he might have offended Agnes and ruined his already non-existent chances of getting his hands (or tongue, cock or any other part of his anatomy) on her pussy. But he was a charming young man and apologised, smiling disarmingly, ‘My apologies, Agnes. That’s the last time, I promise.’

Agnes chuckled and welcomed him in, asking him if he wanted any refreshment or snack. This time Jamie accepted the offer, ‘Some juice would be lovely please, Agnes.’

Again, Agnes’ face brightened, ‘Certainly, my dear,’ and she hobbled off to the kitchen, coming back with a glass of apple juice.

‘So, dear, how’s your mother?’ asked Agnes, making conversation as Jamie seemed so much friendlier than previously.

‘She’s great, thanks Agnes. She asked me to say hello,’ replied Jamie.

‘Oh, did she? Well, isn’t she sweet!’ Agnes said happily. Then, still wary of boring young Jamie with the conversation of an old woman, she breezily said, ‘Well dear, do you want to get to it?’

Jamie stared at Agnes for a second, as her words brought a mental image of him bending her over and pounding her from behind. Then, he was brought back to earth and stammered, ‘Y-yes…yes, please, Agnes.’

Agnes looked slightly miffed at his staring, but moved on. ‘Okay dear, well it’s all where you left it yesterday,’ Agnes told Jamie walking out into the garden with him. With a quick thank you to Agnes, Jamie picked up the necessary tools and started where he had left off yesterday. He turned his head quickly to watch Agnes’ swaying bum as it receded inside the house and then, after rearranging his quickly hardening cock, he got to work.

— –

Agnes was trying to occupy herself in the house rather than bother the young man in the garden, but then she noticed Jamie had been working for an hour so she decided to take out some refreshment to him.

She walked over to the hard-working young man and brought him a glass of fresh lemonade. When Jamie saw Agnes, he stood up, looking at the refreshment in her hand gratefully, thanked her and gulped it down swiftly. Agnes looked up at the young man and watched his adam’s apple and broad chest move as he swallowed the refreshing liquid. Then, Jamie looked down at her and she caught the scent of the sweat running down his body in rivers. This manly scent, overflowing with testosterone, caught Agnes unawares by appealing to the woman in her and she stumbled. She would have fallen had Jamie not caught her and helped her to stay standing. He then helped her into the house and lay her down on the sofa.

— –

When Agnes had put her hand out when she stumbled it had rested on Jamie’s stomach, making him start. Then, when he had stopped her from falling, he had held her and delighted in the soft feel of her skin, the weight of her body as it fell on his and the feel of her breasts as they crushed against him… Then, Jamie had to carry her into the living room where he gently laid her on the sofa, she sighed as she hit the fabric, but then lay quite still. Jamie was not sure what to do, should he take her to her bed upstairs…? Should he wake her…? Added to this was the fact that here was a woman he had come to a very sudden conclusion about. He desperately wanted to fuck her. More than he’d ever wanted to fuck anyone, it was so taboo and yet he knew it would feel so right.

Jamie slowly reached down and started undoing one or two of the buttons on her blouse, telling himself that it was so that she could get some air…

— –

Agnes couldn’t believe what was happening, she remembered fainting after smelling the sweat from Jamie and thinking how good it felt having those feelings stirred inside her…and then she must have been out since then, because she was lying on the sofa and it felt like Jamie was undoing the buttons on her blouse. Agnes didn’t know what to do; on the one hand, eskort this young man appeared to be taking advantage of her in a vulnerable position which was reprehensible. On the other hand, if this young man, 18 year old in fact, wanted to have sex with her, an old woman, well Agnes didn’t think she would say no. More specifically, Agnes didn’t think she could say no, she wanted it, needed it that badly.

But then, she came to her senses, when Jamie stopped at two buttons and muttered something like ‘…just give you some air…’ Agnes felt her heart break a little as she cursed herself bitterly, thinking ‘You desperate, old fool. Why would a good-looking, 18 year old kid in the prime of life want a fat, over the hill grandmother?? You’re four times his age! Get a grip!’ If she had had her eyes open looking at Jamie, she might well have burst into tears, as it was she stifled those long dormant feelings and mentally wept to herself.

— –

Jamie had said that he was giving Agnes ‘some air’ more to excuse himself than as an explanation for her. Now he was looking at the tops of Agnes’ breasts and he was rock hard looking at what he saw. She had light freckles and liver spots on her pale skin, which was fragile with age, from her chin down to her chest, some of them tucked into the wrinkles, which faded out further down from her neck. Then, her breasts. They were very pale and Jamie could see the tan lines above the tops of them. They didn’t look to be large and Jamie could see the sag in them as they fell away to either side of Agnes’ chest. Obviously at this age with her small breasts she didn’t see the need for a bra anymore which Jamie was delighted by as he could faintly see Agnes’ nipples through the relatively thin material of her blouse. She had a lovely little birth mark between the tops of her breasts that Jamie wanted to explore with his mouth and a blur of freckles in the same area that made his heart beat faster as he imagined holding Agnes in his arms and making love to her.

Jamie was going to leave Agnes on the sofa but thought he should help her up to bed in case she was ill or nauseous from her funny turn. But as she seemed completely passed out there seemed to be only one way to take her upstairs: to carry her. Not that Jamie didn’t want to carry her; he definitely did, but he didn’t want Agnes to think he was taking advantage of her. He also didn’t want to leave her here on an old sofa if she was unwell either, so he slipped his hands under her back and gently lifted her up, marvelling at the feel of her in his arms. She weighed next to nothing and Jamie told himself to make sure she was eating right and was fully stocked in the kitchen. No one else was caring for this lovely, old woman, so he thought he might as well do it.

Jamie took Agnes out of the living room and towards the stairs, which he started to climb. Halfway up the stairs she seemed to wake, appearing surprised by Jamie carrying her. Jamie looked down at her and she smiled faintly, patting his chest by way of thanks, then leaving her hand there, making his heart pound. He got to the top of the stairs and looked around for the bedroom, when Agnes said faintly with a quaver in her voice, ‘Straight ahead, dear…’

— –

Agnes had felt Jamie lift her up and wondered what he was doing, stifling any expectations or ideas of what was going to happen so that she would not be as disappointed as she was earlier. But as he reached the top of the stairs, she struggled to calm her beating heart. When Jamie looked around for the bedroom and Agnes nervously directed him to the bedroom, she became more aware and self-conscious of her appearance. Jamie carried her into the room and laid her gently on the bed and then pulled back the covers to tuck her into bed. Jamie then made to leave the room, which Agnes saw as totally expected but she was also not content with him leaving before expressing her desire for something, although she did not know what that desire meant.

Therefore, she spoke without thinking and simply said, ‘Stay…’

Jamie, surprised, whipped around and was too shocked to rely properly and mumbled something strained and confused.

Agnes cleared her throat, pushed herself up onto her elbows and looked at Jamie. Again, she said, ‘Stay. Please. Just for a little while, stay with me.’ Agnes could hear the desperate tone in her voice and hated the sound of it, but she couldn’t help it and wasn’t nearly so bothered now that she had expressed her desire after what felt like so long not feeling the touch of a man. Now that she had said it, Agnes was worried about Jamie’s reaction hoping it would be the one she wanted. He walked towards her and sat down on the side of the bed. His close proximity made her nervous again and then she was even more nervous when he said:

‘Why do you want me to stay, Agnes?’

Agnes was thrown by the question and was worried about what would be the right answer. But after a second’s thought she decided she was too old to lie and thought honesty would be the best policy beyoglu escort and Jamie could make of it what he would:

‘Because… I am lonely and…I…it felt nice when you were holding me and I want to feel that again. If only for a short time.’

By this time Agnes’ eyes were bright with tears as this was the first time she had vocalised her loneliness to anyone, more because she had no one to talk to rather than because she was afraid of saying it. But still, saying it made it real and laying herself bare to Jamie made her feel vulnerable to this young man who seemed to have so much power in his youth in contrast with Agnes who felt like her age made her weak. She felt even weaker when Jamie stood and it looked as if he was leaving, but he was actually walking round the bed to move in behind Agnes. And she felt his strong arms encircle her and hold her, before he whispered in her ear:

‘I’ll stay with you as long as you need me to.’

She could hear the tender concern in Jamie’s voice and felt like she could fall in love with him for it. Agnes settled into his arms and quickly fell asleep, for the first time in a long time feeling totally safe and content.

— –

Jamie slipped out of bed as soon as he was sure Agnes was asleep. He left a note, saying ‘Agnes, I would have stayed but I had to get home and finish some tasks for my mum. I will be back as soon as I can. Love, Jamie’. After checking the kitchen as he had planned to do, seeing that it was very low on the essentials, he made a mental note of what Agnes needed in the fridge and cupboards.

Jamie left and returned home, later having a ferocious wank to the idea of making sweet love to Agnes. He slept soundly that night thinking that he might have a shot of seducing this old woman if he played it cool and didn’t rush it. He had completely forgotten about texting Alice that evening.

The next day Jamie awoke, did some stuff around the house for his mum which she was pleasantly surprised by and sincerely thanked him for it. Then, he rushed out to the supermarket in the afternoon and stocked up, recalling the mental note he had made to himself the day before. Once he had got everything he thought was needed, he walked over to Agnes’ house and knocked on the door his hands full of shopping bags.

— –

Agnes opened the door and was happy beyond belief when she saw Jamie at the door. She had awoken the day before from a deep sleep, to find that Jamie had left. She looked around the room, believing that he had been sympathetic to her but was not willing to stay longer than he had to comforting an old woman who really should know better. Then, she had seen the note, tempering her small jump of happiness at his ‘Love, Jamie’ with the reminder of how ludicrous this situation was. Therefore, to see him at the door made her bubble over with joy.

‘Jamie,’ she gasped. ‘Oh darling, what have you done?’ she asked noticing the masses of bags is his hands.

‘Well, you were running low,’ Jamie said, raising an eyebrow. ‘So, I thought I’d help you out.’

He walked into the house and then dumped the bags in the kitchen. Then, he started unloading them into the fridge and relevant cupboards.

Agnes was in wonder as she stared at this man, who had come into her life and in three short days was making her feel more alive than she had at any time in the ten years since the death of her husband. She had looked at the note he had left with scepticism, believing that the day before they had gone too far even though nothing had actually happened. But here he was in her kitchen, having done her an act of immense kindness. After he had unpacked all the food up, Jamie paused and stood straight, noticing Agnes staring at him.

However, this time Agnes did not quiver or become nervous; she had felt the heat between them the day before, now Jamie had displayed extreme generosity and now she wanted to do something to thank him. Jamie leaned against the counter in the kitchen and stared back at Agnes, his body language telling her to come to him. Agnes slowly walked towards him and then, when she was standing right in front of him, she put a hand on his chest, feeling the strength, the hardness of it.

Agnes laid her head on Jamie’s chest, she could hear his heart beating as she moved her right hand down to lift the bottom of his shirt. She slipped it inside and ran her fingers over his warm, hard stomach, feeling the muscles that rippled across it. Her breathing her became heavier as she looked up at Jamie and saw that he was enjoying her slow, soft movements.

Then, suddenly Agnes was overcome with feminine desire and slipped her other hand inside his shirt and ran both up to his broad chest, thumbing his nipples, then across the tops of his shoulders and down his sides to rest her hands on his hips. All the while she had drawn herself closer to his body so that his hard, flat stomach and her soft, flabby one were crushed against each other. She looked up at him with something approaching love in her eyes and licked her lips readying herself for her first kiss in ten years. Jamie’s head seemed to be moving down to meet hers and his arms were going round her body and Agnes held Jamie’s body more tightly to her as if she was never going to let him go…

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The Girls at the Store Ch. 03

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After the all-night and all-day orgy with my three new teenaged lovers, my forty-four-year old cock and balls were pretty worn out. The three of them, big-titted, athletic Carla (age nineteen), tiny, punky Tanya (also nineteen) and beautiful, perfectly-proportioned Julie (only eighteen!) all work as cashiers at the large grocery store where I am a checkout supervisor.

Over the months that we’ve worked together, we’ve all gotten very close, in what I thought was a father-and-daughters relationship. Oh sure, I was very attracted to each of them, since each was very hot in her own way. I guess I’ve always lusted after young girls, although I had never been with anyone that young since I was in college. They all flirted with me, giving me those looks, making sure to “accidentally” rub against me any time we worked together, always hugging me hello and goodbye, and making sure I saw them in sexy outfits before they changed into their work uniforms. At the same time, though, they had all started calling me Daddy, and shared a lot with me about their thoughts, dreams, and feelings, just like a young girl might do with her father if they had a close relationship.

When the three of them got close, they started partying together, and got into the habit of calling me when they were drunk or high to tell me how hot they all were for each other and for me. It got to the point that I used to jerk off while talking with them on the phone, but I never let them know about it, feeling guilty about being so turned on by these young girls.

That all changed when Tanya invited me to a party at the secluded little house she had inherited from her parents. I really questioned whether I should go, since partying with these young girls could have gotten me in a lot of trouble, both at work and with the law. In the end, I did go, and found out that they had planned the whole thing as a way to seduce me. I fucked all of them that night, and again the next day. They even did a group deep-throat on me. We all felt the same way about each other. We realized that we all had a deep, loving emotional bond with each other, and we all craved sex with each other all the time. Still, we agreed that we would have to keep our relationship a secret.

I was almost afraid to see them all the next day. I was afraid that I would get an instant boner that everyone would see the minute they walked into work, and I worried that they would not be able to keep their memories of our marathon love-making to themselves. I was relieved when they all greeted me and worked with me the same way they always had, not giving a clue that anything had happened between us.

The way our schedules worked out, the only one who had the same day off as me that week was Julie. At eighteen, she looks the most innocent of the three girls, and, in fact, is the most sexually inexperienced. She had lost her virginity a few months earlier to a classmate who managed to get in her pants, lasted about thirty seconds, and never called her again.

Although she has stunning good looks, she never really had any boyfriends. She’s the kind of girl that high school boys have wet dreams about, but are afraid to ask out. With her beautiful face, creamy complexion, perfect 36C-23-35 figure, long shapely legs, and eyes that can put a man into a trance, she probably intimidates the guys in school. She really didn’t have much experience with men on any level, since she never knew her real father, and didn’t have any memory of the step-father who was only around for a short time when she was three years old. I guess that’s why she began calling me Daddy, since we hit it off so well almost from the start.

She was the first one of the three to give me an indication that the flirting was more than just silliness. We had gone for a walk one day to escort fatih talk about something that had made her unhappy, and she kissed me. Before I knew what was happening, we were clinging to each other, kissing deeply, with my erection pushing against her belly and my hands going for her ass. I stopped myself, afraid of my impulses, and feeling that I had to do the right thing and cool things down.

At Tanya’s, the three of them stripped for me and gave me quite a show of making out with each other. Julie was the first one to break away and come over to me, letting me play with her pretty pink nipples before she went down on me. I actually fucked the other two girls first, and then made long tender love to Julie, giving her the first orgasms she had had with a man. The next day, she had Carla teach her how to deep-throat, and she and Tanya tag-teamed me. Later, I fucked all of them again. With Julie, the sex was more vigorous than it had been the night before, but I still made sure she came several times before I blasted off deep inside her.

Since Julie’s Mom and step-sister were going to be out of town until the next day, I went to her house so we could enjoy ourselves at her pool. She lives in a nice neighborhood of fairly expensive houses, surprising since her Mom is a single mother. Mrs. Blake must be quite a woman, I thought, putting herself through college and landing a lucrative career while raising two babies alone. When I got to the house, Julie greeted me at the door wearing a tight tank top and shorts, which showed her already erect nipples and a nice camel-toe.

As soon as I got inside, she jumped into my arms and began to kiss me deeply. “Oh my God, Daddy, you don’t know how much I’ve wanted you this past week!” she said, grinding her mound against the large bulge in my pants. “Every time I saw you, I just wanted you to make love to me. I masturbated a couple of times every day this week, but it’s just made me hornier. Tanya wanted to lend me her new vibrator, but I knew that wouldn’t really help. I just want to spend the whole day having sex with you, Daddy!”

She didn’t have to twist my arm. “Take your clothes off and show me what you’ve got, baby,” I said. “I’ve been undressing you with my eyes at work all week. I can hardly wait to have you again.”

She strutted slowly into the middle of the room, making her ass sway seductively. She then turned and fixed her patented hypnotic stare on me as she began to play with her wavy, highlighted brown hair. Slowly, she worked her hands down over her tits, playing with her nipples and caressing the fullness of her breasts. Then, she hooked her fingers into the hem of her tank top and slowly hiked it up so I could see all of her flat abdomen. With one fluid motion, she peeled the shirt over her head, setting her breasts free. She bent her head forward slightly, so she could tickle her pale pink nipples with the ends of her hair while looking at me through the tops of her eyes and licking her lips.

After that, she tossed her head back so the hair fell behind her shoulders, exposing her C-cup tits fully. She then began caressing her hips with her hands, slowly moving them together until her fingers met in the middle. She worked one hand inside her tight shorts and began to rub herself, all the while swaying slowly back and forth. After a minute of this, she withdrew her hand, and I could see a thin line of moisture where her finger had rubbed against her lower belly. She then proceeded to lick and suck that finger hungrily, enjoying the taste of her own juices.

“I want to see your pussy, baby!”

“Not until you’ve gotten naked for me, Daddy. I want to see a show, too.”

I wasn’t about to make a long performance out of this, quickly stripping off my clothes. She stared longingly escort istanbul at my now fully hard cock, already with a drop of pre-cum showing. We were about eight feet apart, but I was so turned on that I thought if I would have jerked off then, I could have spattered her from there. She turned her back to me at that point, and slowly stripped off her shorts. God, her ass was firm and pretty!

She looked over her shoulder at me and said, “Do you like what you see, Daddy? Do you want me?”

“Go and bend over the arm of that sofa, baby, and I’ll show you how much I want you,” I whispered.

She smiled, and then did her best runway model walk to the end of the couch. She pushed the fronts of her thighs against it, spread her legs, and began to finger herself. I moved behind her and reached around to caress her breasts, squeezing and tweaking her nipples while kissing her neck and shoulders. She moaned and grabbed my hand with her wet one, making me take over the finger fucking. As soon as I got two fingers inside her, she began to buck furiously, experiencing her first climax of the day.

I couldn’t wait much longer to be inside her tight, teenaged tunnel. I bent her over so that she had to support her weight with her arms on the seat cushion, then knelt behind her and spread her legs even further apart. From this view, I could see her rosebud, as well as her beautiful, wet lips. With my tongue, I proceeded to make those lips a lot wetter.

“Daddy! I can’t take any more of that. Just fuck me now!” she cried. I stood up, grabbed my manhood, and slowly worked my length into her. Julie said to me, “You already showed my how beautiful it is when you make love to me gently. Now I want you to fuck me hard. Take me like a whore. Punish my pussy with your big dick!”

I began to thrust deep inside her while working her clit between my thumb and index finger. I knew I couldn’t last long like this, and she was squealing and cumming again. Sweat was beginning to drip from my forehead to join her moisture that was beading on the small of her back. Making love to her slowly had been wonderful, but this vigorous fucking was every bit as good. I tried to last as long as possible, but with the way she was thrusting back to meet my strokes, I soon gave up and began to pump load after load of cum into her luscious body. The feeling of my spunk squirting into her made her cum hard again. She then simply collapsed forward over the arm of the couch.

I lay down on the floor to recover. My sweet baby then joined me on the floor, kissing my face and chest. “I love you so much, Daddy. Sex could never be as good with anyone else as it is with you. You make me feel beautiful and loved.”

“You are beautiful, Julie. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever been with, and I do love you. I wish I was young again, so I could be with you for many, many years.”

She propped herself up on one arm and fixed her stare on me. “I know I’m only eighteen and you’re forty-four. I know I’m only a kid to you, but I don’t care. Sure, you’ll get older, and I’ll always want to share you with my best friends Carla and Tanya. There may be other girls who come into your life, and I hope to meet a man I can marry and have a family with, but I’ll never stop loving you, and wanting you to make love to me.” We lay there on the living room floor cuddling and caressing each other for a long time.

“Let’s go for a swim,” Julie said.

“OK, let me put my clothes on so I can go out to the car for my trunks,” I replied.

“No need,” she said. “We have a high privacy fence and the neighbors are all at work. I’m going to swim naked, and so are you. I don’t want to have to remember what your cock looks like today like I had to all week. This is going to be a day of complete openness, escort bayan taksim just like at Tanya’s. So come with me.”

I followed her through the house out to the pool. It wasn’t real big, but it looked wonderful to my sticky, tired body. As I watched, Julie walked to the edge and dipped a toe in. “Mmm, the water feels nice. It’s just the right temperature for fucking in!” she said, as she dove in. I walked to the edge and watched her swim from one end to the other underwater. When she surfaced, she turned over and floated on her back, allowing me to marvel over the perfection of her body. “What are you waiting for, silly? If the water is too cool and your dick shrinks, I’ll take care of making it big again.”

I dove in and swam over to where she was floating in the shallow end. She stood up when I got there, the water making her full but perky breasts float even higher than normal. I wasn’t ready to fuck her again, so I swam over to the edge of the pool and grabbed a beach ball I had seen there. I tossed it to Julie, and we began a spirited game of water polo. We then swam laps together for a while, but eventually tired of that.

When we got to the shallow end, we stood up, and I began to kiss her. She quickly wrapped her arms and legs around me so that her pussy was squeezed against my cock. It didn’t take much of that to get me hard again. But instead of entering her, I carried her over to the edge of the pool and lifted her up onto the edge. “I haven’t tasted you since last week,” I said, “and it’s time to change that.” With a smile, she moved forward so that she was barely supported on the edge of the pool and spread her creamy thighs to give access to my hungry mouth.

I began by kissing my way up each thigh, first on the tops, then on the insides, finally kissing and nibbling on the tender flesh of her lower belly and her clean-shaven mound. Then, I began working on her pussy. I licked her from the bottom to the top of her slit many times, making her breathe harder. When I used the tip of my tongue to begin teasing her clit, she began to writhe with pleasure. Soon, her juices were moistening my lips as she came.

After she recovered, she said, “It’s time for me to taste you, Daddy. I actually dreamed of the taste of your cock a couple of times this week. Now I want to experience it for real.”

We traded places and she began licking my dick like an ice cream cone. She spent a lot of time using the lightest touch possible with the tip of her tongue, tracing the veins on the shaft and circling around the ring where the mushroom begins. Then she teased the head the same way, paying special attention to the hole that was steadily leaking pre-cum. Finally, she began working me into her mouth, all the while using her talented tongue to massage me. She kept this up until I bottomed out against the back of her throat, and then she began working those muscles in a swallowing motion while working the base of my shaft with her fingers.

“Honey, that feels amazing, but I want to cum in your pussy instead of your throat.” Just in time, I pulled out and helped her out of the pool. We dried each other off. I pulled the cushions off a lounge chair, put them on the deck in the shade, and laid down on them on my back. I motioned for her to straddle me, and she slowly began to work her sweet wetness down onto my swollen cock. “Daddy, that feels so good. You fill me up completely. I just want to stay in this position forever!”

While I caressed her breasts, she moved slowly up and down on me. Then I started to rub her clit with my thumb. She moved faster and harder, making her tits bounce. I loved this view. I could see her wet labia moving up and down on my shaft, those perfect pink hard nipples, and her beautiful face beaming down at me. A little trickle of sweat began to move down her cleavage onto her flat belly. As she moved faster, her pupils began to dilate with her oncoming orgasm. I wasn’t far behind.

Suddenly she stiffened, and looked toward the house. “Mom! You’re home!”

to be continued…

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Aphrodite’s Curse Ch. 091

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Back in Egypt, Demetrius slept deeper than he had ever slept in his life. Exhausted beyond human endurance, his body covered in hundreds of bite marks and scratches from the innumerable women he had serviced on this journey up the Nile, he was lost in a complete deep, dreamless and completely unconscious state. His body showed the marks of his labors as each scar, scratch and bite mark was well earned. During the two week cruise up the Nile, He had lovingly tended to all of their erotic needs, the women biting and scratching his body in appreciative animalistic reactionary passion to his extremely talented tongue. Laying prone on a large circular silken bed, even if he had been awake he would have been able to move, covered as he was by the last twelve beautiful women who had wanted one more “test” with the Princess’s toy.

With almost everyone on board asleep, the barge was very quiet in the dock of Luxor, the only sound heard being the gentle slapping of low waves of the river against the side of the ship. Snoring lightly, Demetrius suddenly gasped for air as an unknown female foot planted onto his face, inadvertently closing his nostrils as its beautiful owner turned to snooze deeper herself. As the chief guard entered the bedroom, clapping her hands loudly to wake the slaves, she smirked at the sight of a large pile of satisfied, snoozing women heaped onto the handsome sleeping body of Demetrius. Feeling her own pussy throb as she viewed him, she was extremely grateful that she too had had her turn in his bed. Grinning, she reminisced about how his superhuman erotic skills on her body had more than lived up to her wildest erotic expectations and had to fight the urge to leap onto his face for one more ride.

“Girls, Girls, GIRLS!!!! Get up and get off the Princess’s property RIGHT NOW!” she barked as the slaves slowly, reluctantly and very sadly, woke and began to slip off of his body one by one.

The slave girls did not go quickly, and each lingered and kissed Demetrius as she was reluctantly pulled off by the guards. Waking now, Demetrius could not help but grin as he saw a dark haired full breasted beauty struggle to keep her lips clamped on his cock as two guards struggled to pull her off of the bed. Sitting up on his elbows, he winked at the guard, who despite the grim exterior of her outward demeanor blushed as she remembered his handsome face buried in her throbbing cooch.

Trying hard to maintain her composure with such delightful images flitting through her mind, the chief guard forced a frown onto her face and ordered two other guards to place his wrists and neck into a wooden stockade. As soon as the stock closed, Demetrius looked up at his captors in shock and disbelief as he thought for certain these methods would not be deemed necessary given his loyal and enthusiastic service of them all.

Running her hands through his hair, the chief guard purred. “Sorry about the excessive precaution Demetrius, but we certainly can’t have you running off NOW. You have been chosen by the beautiful Princess and divine Goddess Sethoset herself (blessed be her name), and have passed her stringent test.” Turning her back to him now she looked at the mournful nude slaves that remained in the room, all watching every movement of Demetrius with a painful radiating lust that was almost physically palpable. Their sadness turned to joy when she commanded “Slaves, clean this boy up and prepare him for the Princess. She awaits him in the temple of Sekhmet and grows impatient, so do not dally!”

Sighing, and resigned to more infernal teasing, Demetrius once again felt twelve sets of hands begin to lather up his body with the scented oils and sweet aromatic milk of Europa. His cock throbbing and balls tingling, he closed his eyes as the slaves once again bathed and scrubbed his flesh, leaving NO inch of him unclean. Looking down at his crotch, his poor long denied cock trembled and twitched, always hopeful and yet always denied. As they finally finished, he saw the two guards come forth and clasp a chain around the eye-hook in his stocks. Gently pulling him forward, he was led up the stairs to the upper deck, his body continuously stroked, pinched and teased by every woman he passed. Reaching the open air, his eyes squinted in the bright Egyptian Sun just rising in the east. Also to the east, past the dock and rising up to soaring heights was his ultimate destination, the enormous temple of Sekhmet.

At the other end of the Nile, still floating out in the Mediterranean, an enormous golden ship appeared in the morning mist and began to enter the mouth of the great river. Almost as luxurious as Sethoset’s pleasure barge, this vessel obviously was the property of a very successful merchant and as it sailed into the harbor of Mendes bystanders on the shore gasped at the size and beauty of it. Rowed by a hundred beautiful oarswomen, the ship was grand beyond description. Despite the current outward appearance of aksaray escort calm and meticulous organization of the vessel, for the week proceeding its arrival at the mouth of the Nile, pure pandemonium had ruled its decks.

Both Ares and Apollo are very strong willed Gods, and having teamed up for this mission to Egypt, they found themselves perpetually in conflict over every detail. Ares, given his natural war-like disposition could not understand Apollo’s objection to having the ship armed with ballista. Apollo could not understand Ares objections to the solid gold prow and bejeweled riggings he had wanted. Arguing constantly between themselves, the ship’s final creation was a compromise but it had been a difficult one. As the impressive ship prepared to cross into Egyptian territory, the crew argued amongst themselves as to who would have the unpleasant task of rousing the two Gods from their private chambers.

Below the decks of the ship, both in their own personal cabins, both Ares and Apollo lay comatose in slimy pink cocoons as they underwent their metamorphisis into human beings. Both Gods had taken on human form as a disguise in the past, but before they had always maintained their divine powers, the disguise being in form only, not in nature.

Now however, things were radically different. Greece and Egypt were on the brink of war, and the second they crossed into Egypt, their divine powers would instantly be detected by the Gods of Egypt, acting like a giant beacon. No doubt undisguised they would be captured and punished accordingly, and with their powers being greatly weakened by the distance from their base, they would certainly lose any battle with an Egyptian divinity. After discussing the situation with Esclepius, and against his sage advice not to follow through with their idiotically dangerous plan, they obtained from him the metamorphosis spell. They would still remain immortal after their transformation, but would otherwise be completely powerless like any other regular lowly human. Despite this disadvantage, this foolproof disguise would keep their true identity completely hidden from the Pantheon of Egyptian Gods, and would be the only way they could travel through these lands undetected.

The spells to complete this transformation were very long and unbelievably complicated, requiring a full seven days to complete. During that time both Gods had to remain completely focused on the rituals and remain in a trance like state. In their trance, their bodies were slowly covered in a pink cocoon where they would hibernate until they emerged, like butterflies in spring, to their new human status. The same spells would be used to change back, but it was not instantaneous and required absolute concentration to perform, any distraction invalidating the ritual. Now in human form, once they crossed into the mouth of the Nile their futures were truly in the hands of fickle fate. Now that Egyptian border loomed, and after much argument, two unlucky crew members were finally drafted to wake the Gods from their chambers.

Knocking lightly on the door, the first crew member shook as she had no idea what to expect when she entered. Hearing no answer, she gingerly opened the door and entered. Gasping as she clutched her mouth she saw that there on the bed was emerging the slimey, shimmering “human” body of Apollo, his divine glow gone, just breaking through the crusty shell of his cocoon. Now fully awake, and feeling as if he was recovering from the worst hangover of his life, the cranky God barked at his servant.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!! Bring me some willow bark and an amphora of wine for my head!!!! I feel like the Hydra slept on my neck and shat into my mouth!!!” Apollo screamed, his voice cracking and horse as he tried to get used to his new “human” senses. Scurrying out of the room on her quest, the servant ran smack into another running from the other end of the ship on an identical mission from Ares. Several hours, and many amphora of wine later, both Gods emerged on the top deck and laughed at the sight of one another as they continued to recover from their ordeal.

“Well well well Apollo, you certainly do make a FINE looking human, although you look like a strong gust of wind might knock you over!” Ares joked as he saw Apollo for the first time. Outwardly, Apollo looked very similar to his normal appearance, but there were subtle differences. Most obviously, Apollo’s face was uncharacteristically unshaven and dirty, still dripping the pink slimy residue from his cocoon from his ear. His glow gone, his face betrayed the fact that for the first time in his experience on earth he felt unwell just from being alive.

Looking back at Ares, Apollo also laughed as he too looked amusing in his human form. His body still resembled his regular chiseled and handsome masculine form, but the war God’s legs quaked as he too felt weak as a kitten. Ares was equally shocked at how many escort tiny pains and aches he was now experiencing as they surged through his body. Humans have long since grown accustomed to the sensations of normal mortal life, but for the two Gods, the experience was quite new and very disorienting.

Ares, realizing that for all intensive purposes he was “mortal” now, kept repeating this fact to himself. He certainly did not want his normal God like pride (with the loud obnoxious mouth that comes with it) to cause his now human ass to get truly beaten by some idiotic taunt. Toasting each other with yet more wine, as the ship passed through Mendes and continued towards Luxor, both Gods slowly grew accustomed to their new human sensations.

Viewing the shores of Egypt through human eyes, Ares rubbed his lower back as each normal slight pain of being mortal was experienced by the God for the first time. Looking at Apollo, Ares smiled and shook his head.

“You know, I don’t know how on earth these humans deal with the constant sensation of growing older. It is VERY distracting, feeling your body slowly grow weaker and more decrepit as each second ticks by, it is MADDENING!! I don’t know HOW they deal with it? If nothing else comes from this little excursion of ours, I will certainly have more respect for these tiny humans in the future. Mortality, even if it is only temporary and not life threatening, is EXHAUSTING!!!”

Nodding in agreement, Apollo spoke. “You got that right! I hate most of all the feeling that I am slowly draining away, like sands spiraling out of an hour glass. Luckily though, this won’t be for permanent. Once we get Europa and Demetrius, we can get the fuck out of here and transform back!”

“Well, maybe for you Apollo, but for me I think I will remain human for a while.” Ares winked. “After we get that Demetrius, and you change back into your God status, you can disguise my appearance to resemble his while I stay in “human” status. That certainly will fool old Aphrodite!!!!”

Smirking back at Ares, Apollo nodded. “OK Ares, I can do that for you, but honestly, I don’t think you are.”

“Shut up Apollo, I know what I am doing!” Ares barked, cutting off Apollo’s warning in mid-stream.

Back in Luxor, Demetrius finally could see clearly as his eyes had adjusted to the bright light. Despite the enormous and almost ridiculous grandeur of the temple, he was completely alone at this early hour. Rising up hundreds of feet in the air, a path of gold led directly from the dock to the main entrance of the holy complex. His arms still locked in the stocks around his neck, he felt very exposed as his full balls and painfully erect cock swung freely in the daylight as he walked towards the steps of the temple. Reaching the top step, he was very surprised when the huge stone doors opened for his entrance by themselves.

Stepping inside Demetrius was overwhelmed and deeply impressed by the grandeur. The main hall of the temple was gigantic, with floors of highly polished marble and hundreds of thick columns resembling palm trees reaching to the ceiling towering far above him. Despite the ostentatious surroundings, he was apparently the only one present in the huge empty space and he squinted to focus on the far end of the temple. In the dim distance he saw the great statue of Sekhmet rising from the floor. Cast in sold sterling silver, the great full figured Goddess was represented in all her divine glory. The gentle curves of her delightful feminine body teased his eyes but looking at the head he was taken aback by her ferocious lion head. His stomach churning, he paused before moving forward, as the strangeness of Egypt was new to his experience and he was suddenly filled with dread.

Below the statue was a large red stone altar. From this distance Demetrius could see that something was on the altar, but he could not make out what it was. Carefully padding his bare feet across the marble, he walked trepidatiously forward. Suddenly and startlingly the eerie silence of the temple was broken.

“Oh great Goddess Sekhmet, Divinity of war and strife. I your greatest Priestess, do honor thee with my life. To you I shall make a sacrifice, to bring you praise and joy. I give to you my chastity I shall give to this glorious TOY!”

The words were spoken by Sethoset who prepared to offer to her Goddess her greatest gift, her own virginity and chastity. Having been overjoyed to learn that Demetrius had passed her test, the Princess was convinced that he had been sent by Sekhmet to finally service her lusty womanly needs. Naked and lounging on the altar, she sat up and gazed upon the glorious male form approaching with a gnawing erotic hunger that made both her mouth and pussy salivate.

As she rose, Demetrius smiled widely as her beautiful luscious and spectacular naked body came fully into his view. She truly was one of, if not the most, beautiful woman on earth and his kağıthane escort already hard cock grew even harder as he saw her full breasts and broad hips displayed so deliciously for him. Reaching the altar, Demetrius knew that his job was to worship this Goddess before him to the best of his ability, making sure that she had the ultimate erotic experience. Of course as he looked down and saw his poor aching purple balls he wished he could empty them into this vision before him, but his rational mind knew it could not be. Kneeling upon the hard marble floor, he grinned as the Princess lifted her foot towards his lips and he eagerly planted a loving kiss right on her big toe.

Feeling his hot tongue on her flesh, the first male ever to touch her body, an electric erotic charge surged through her torso and her pussy tingled and gushed. Growing wetter and wetter, as he slowly began kissing his way up her ankle and calf she groaned loudly, the sensations of his loving attentions overwhelming her mind. Roughly grabbing his hair, she pulled his face up towards hers and kissed him deeply. Grabbing his stock, to Demetrius’s great surprise, and relief, she unlocked him.

“I want ALL of you to worship me, including your hands! Take me TOY, make my womb SING!!!” she commanded as she forced his face back down to her quivering leg. Demetrius said nothing, but grinned, his own eyes closing in bliss as he tasted her sweet flesh on his lips. She not only was gorgeous to look at, but tasted like sweet wild honey. With his now freed hands, as he resumed his teasing trail of kisses up her inner thigh while his hands cupped and teased her breasts. Running his fingertips in tiny circles over her ripening nipples, he listened carefully to her shallow breathing and breathy pants. Increasingly desperate and horny, the feel of her sharp nails digging into his neck told Demetrius that he was achieving the exact affect he wanted to achieve.

Over the centuries of his curse, and being completely unable to relieve his OWN sexual needs, while having an incredibly long series of beautiful Goddesses and other incredible supernatural beings to service, Demetrius had learned a trick or two. Women, rather Goddess, Nymph or Human, all enjoy a slow smoldering build up to sex, and with Sethoset, he was going to stoke a raging inferno in her pussy that could never be quenched. He needed to so completely sexually satisfy her that she would pass out long enough for him to find Europa and make his escape and this would require every erotic arrow in his quiver. As he kissed his way over her inner thigh, he paused right in front of her throbbing and undulating pussy, quivering mere inches in front of his face.

Drooling as he looked at it, the delicious aroma of her fully aroused femininity acting like an intoxicant on his brain, it took all of his will NOT to dive right in and bring her off instantly. Puckering his lips together, he lightly blew hot air through his mouth and through the tiny strip of her pubic hair and over her glistening pussy. This technique was TOO much for Sethoset and she shrieked at the top of her lungs as his breath teased her body. She wanted his mouth on her sex so desperately she wept tears of insane frustration.

Climbing up onto the altar, Demetrius knelt down between her legs, his iron hard cock teasing her outer vaginal lips as he leaned forward and delicately began kissing up her stomach and circling her navel with long lingering licks. Sethoset was going crazy with desire at his touch and as Demetrius felt the lust grow in her body, rising like a log catching fire in the roaring hearth, his ears detected the distinctive sounds of hooves clopping across the marble floor. Looking up as he continued to flick his tongue over her raspberry sweet and desperately ripe nipple, he could not believe his luck. There, attended to by four equally beautiful, and now incredibly horny attendants watching his labors in open mouthed astonishment, was Europa in her cow form led by a leash. Dawn was the time of her regular milking and thinking the temple empty, the servants had brought her to the altar room, completely unaware that the Princess was engaged in her delicious romp with Demetrius.

Europa, although trapped in cow form for so many years, still retained her human nature under the bovine flesh, and seeing such a gorgeous naked man after so many years, she instantly let loose a river of her milk onto the floor. The attendants too were instantly aroused by the sight. As he remained the handsomest and most desirable man on earth due to his “curse” the sight of his firm nude male flesh was overwhelming. Having gone so many years without any male company, suddenly seeing this titanic erotic scene play out before them, sent each one over the edge. Already naked, they dropped to their knees and began tweaking their own nipples, and desperately running their long fingers over their quivering snatches.

Sethoset, her mind boiling as these strange erotic sensations surged through her body, threw back her head and opened her mouth in a long guttural shriek of pleasure.

“AHHHHH!!!! Oh Great Goddess Sekhmet, I offer my pleasure and my body to THEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”

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Maggie lay back on her sunlounger. It felt so good to feel the sun on her body. She revelled in the Brazilian heat and reached into her bag for some tanning oil. She thought how lucky she was to be staying at such a luxurious hotel. After a hard day working yesterday, it was a lovely feeling to have the day off today.

The pool area was designed to look like a lagoon with shallow areas sloping from a simulated beach. It curved around waterfalls and incorporated strategically placed tropical plants adding to its exotic look. “Yes, I could quite happily stay here for a few more days,” Maggie thought, “maybe I should add a couple of days leave to this work trip. I could do with topping up my tan that’s for sure.”

Maggie cast an appraising look over her body. She was slim and looked after herself. She loved salsa dancing but being so into yoga also helped her keep in shape. Her waist was small compared to the flare of her hips. Her breasts large, a bit too large for this bikini top Maggie thought ruefully to herself. Her E cup breasts were spilling out of the sides of her 34DD bikini top. She stretched her legs out to admire their shape. “Yes, not bad for a woman in her forties. I guess I’ll do,” she thought to herself.

Maggie gathered up her long honey coloured hair into a messy bun to keep it out of the way as she started to apply her suntan oil. As she did so, she peered over her sunglasses and stole a look at the other sunbathers. Nearest her was a couple in their thirties. From the snatches of conversation Maggie could pick up, it seemed they were Brazilian, probably locals celebrating an anniversary or some other milestone in their relationship.

He was extremely suntanned; his dark hair sleek and combed back. Maggie admired his well-toned body as much as she could without actually staring. His chest was hairless and well defined. His stomach flat and there was a definite six-pack. His best feature by far, however was his small, very small, swimming shorts. “Bloody hell! They leave nothing at all to the imagination,” Maggie thought. As he turned slightly in her direction, she could clearly see the outline of a very promising cock. She must have breathed in audibly because the man suddenly glanced over at her.

“Now that was embarrassing,” Maggie smiled to herself. But just before she hurriedly turned away, this hot young Brazilian stud smiled back.

Maggie decided she needed to cool down. She adjusted her plain black bikini, and tip-toed across the hot pool side to the edge of the water.

“What is it about me on this trip?” she wondered to herself. She seemed to be in a permanent state of arousal. Maggie stepped down into the shallow water and waded towards the waterfall on the other side. It was an unconscious act but she noticed that from here, she could get a better look at her poolside companions without being so obvious about it.

There weren’t many, just the Brazilian couple and one other man seated further away. While she could never be 100% sure from this distance, the more Maggie examined him the more she was convinced he was the same man she etiler escort had seen standing in the window opposite her room last night. He was lying flat on his back with one arm bent across his face and appeared to be asleep. He was clearly not Brazilian. His skin was fair. He was slim with well-toned arms. The muscles in his legs clearly defined. Maggie thought he was probably a runner, or maybe a cyclist. Yes, a cyclist, she smiled to herself. He had the body of a cyclist. But even more interesting to Maggie was his hair, a red-head. She had a soft spot for ginger men, that was for sure. They never disappoint.

Maggie lowered herself deeper into the water, drawing a sharp intake of breath as the cold water rose up her thighs. She rolled over so she could float on her back. Her toes, breasts, and face were the only body parts that broke the surface of the water. Looking down, Maggie could see water separating her breasts like two islands bobbing in front of her.

As she continued to roll, Maggie’s gaze was again drawn to the Brazilian couple. Their sunbeds were pushed even closer together now. The woman was lying on her stomach, her bikini top undone, and the man; her boyfriend? Husband? Lover? was rubbing oil on her back. Maggie watched as the man expertly worked his hands across her back and down her shoulders. If Maggie thought he was tanned, she was even darker. Her dark skin tone was emphasized by the tiniest white thong breaking the smooth dark skin of her ass. It was an amazing rounded bottom that, like her back and arms, was glistening with oil. He put the lid back on the bottle and lay down on his side very close to her, all the time talking softly as he continued to stroke and massage her back.

Maggie was becoming intrigued and nonchalantly swam over to the side of the pool nearest them. Insuring she was partially hidden by foliage, she continued to watch, fascinated.

The man’s hand had moved down to her thighs now, sweeping long strokes across the back of her legs. He grabbed the bottle again and poured more oil over her thighs. From where she was hiding, Maggie could see the oil running in rivulets down between her legs. Almost imperceptibly, the woman parted her thighs so he could trail his fingers further down. While not close enough to hear what he was saying, Maggie could hear him constantly talking softly to her as he kept up his massage, always leaning closer.

Maggie would have loved to hear what he was saying. What words of persuasion was he using? The woman began raising her hips off the sunbed. That glorious ass was lifting and pushing back towards the man’s fingers. He was stroking it now; lightly circling his fingers across her cheeks. Maggie could imagine how the woman felt. She closed her eyes and imagined the oil trickling over her own ass and between her own thighs. Fuck! How fucking erotic is that?

Maggie sunk lower into the water. She rested her breasts on the edge of the pool. Her hands moved lower down, down between her thighs. She pulled the material of her bikini bottom away from her pussy with one thumb as she continued to watch the couple.

He was now using his thumb against the string parting her ass cheeks, stroking and pressing down as his fingers were sliding further escorts down. Maggie could see the woman part her legs just a little more to allow his fingers better access. He was still talking to her, leaning over on his side, his thumb now under the material, his fingers teasing her with the massage all the while stroking just to the sides of her pussy, working their way closer to her clit but never quite on it.

“This is amazing to watch,” Maggie thought. She could just tell how turned on the woman was getting. Her legs were parting wider and her ass was pushing up to meet his fingers. Maggie felt below the water, under her own bikini. She pushed her fingers down, sliding them along her lips, wet from the water but also moist from inside. Maggie started to stroke herself, making circles with the tips of her fingers against her clit. She watched the man’s fingers start to do the same with his lover, idly moving slowly, sensuously against her. He adjusted his position so that he could use his other hand to pour another stream of oil over her thong, soaking it completely. He pulled it right over to one side, completely exposing her ass and pussy. It looked so wet. His fingers began moving inside her. Maggie did the same with her own fingers, pushing inside herself. She was so horny. Watching the woman on the deck-chair getting finger fucked by her lover was such a turn on. Maggie sunk further down into the water and closed her eyes as she started to come.

A sudden movement in the water behind her alerted Maggie to the fact that she was not alone in the pool any longer. Maggie turned to see that her other poolside companion; the man who’d been sleeping earlier, was in the pool a short distance from her. He was now very much awake and smiling right at her. Maggie ducked further under the water. “How embarrassing,” she thought, wondering how long he had been standing there watching her. Maggie managed a smile back at him. It was definitely the man who’d been in the window the night before. It seems he’d now caught her twice with her hands in her pants. Now what to do?

Maggie was still so turned on. The man, yes, definitely a red head, moved closer to her. He too sunk low in the water until he was right in front of her. Maggie opened her mouth to speak but he placed his finger across her lips. He motioned back towards the couple. Maggie turned around to see the woman was now almost naked, her little white thong around one ankle.

Maggie’s companion moved behind her. He placed one hand at the base of her spine, the other pushing her forward against the side of the pool. Maggie tried to be affronted by his cheek but she realized that she liked it too much. She loved how he was now reaching around to her breasts, pushing up her bikini top, cupping her, squeezing her nipples gently as he lifted her breasts above the water. Maggie arched her back towards him. My God, the feel of his hard cock straining through his swimming shorts was extremely promising.

Maggie moved her hips back, pushing against him. She reached around to feel him, to free him. He had already slid his shorts down his thighs and Maggie could feel the weight of his cock against her palm. He pushed it between her thighs, sliding it back and forth, teasing her as bagcilar escort he continued to stroke her breasts with one hand, using the other to pull her bikini bottoms to one side. He pushed himself closer to her, rubbing the head of that gloriously big cock against her pussy lips. Maggie reached down with her fingers, arching her back, maneuvering her body so he’d slide inside but he wouldn’t. It was driving her crazy, his cock teasing her, sliding almost inside her, and then pulling away.

Silently, the man turned Maggie’s face toward the couple on the sunloungers. The woman, completely naked, was sitting up and leaning over her lover. He was laying on his back holding his cock as she leaned over and began sucking and licking him, taking him deep into her mouth. They were so totally engrossed with each other, they couldn’t have cared if anyone was watching. With his free hand the man continued to play with her pussy. Raising his hips, she took his entire shaft in her mouth.

Maggie continued touching herself, reaching through her thighs to try and force her companion to fuck her. She could sense he couldn’t hold off for much longer; he was obviously as turned on by the view as she was. The woman had stopped sucking and was now positioning herself above him, astride him, slowly lowering herself down as her lover held his cock up towards her pussy.

Taking the cue, Maggie moved forward then suddenly pushed her hips back once more and at exactly the same time as the woman on the deck, she impaled herself on the cock behind her. Each was only one long hard deep stroke, but it caused an audible gasp that Maggie wasn’t sure if it came from herself, or from the other woman sitting astride her lover. Both were getting fucked at the same time, and in the same manner.

Maggie continued to push back to meet the rhythmic deep strokes from the red headed man behind her. The water splashed around them both, rising up over her breasts. He grabbed her hips and started fucking her hard. Maggie, slightly distracted now, was still managing to watch the couple on the sun lounger. The woman’s fantastic ass was bouncing up and down as she fucked her lover. Maggie’s new friend suddenly lifted her up and pushed her forward, bending her over the edge of the pool with her breasts out of the water. He used his knee to spread her legs further apart all the while continuing to bang into her, slamming his balls against her. “Oh god, this feels amazing,” Maggie thought as she started to come again. Feeling this, he again grabbed her hips and fucked her harder. Maggie could feel him start to shake too as he thrust one last deep stroke.

Almost in a daze, Maggie rested her head on her arms on the poolside. Still bent over double, she looked up to see that the Brazilian woman was laying forwards on top of her lover. His feet were on the deck on either side of the sun lounger as he trailed his fingers up and down her back, his cock still inside her too.

After a few minutes, Maggie felt her companion gently pull her bikini top down to cover her breasts. He then moved her bikini bottoms back to where they were supposed to be, covering her pussy. As she turned and re-entered the water, he slid down in the water next to her, both of them leaning against the side of the pool. He smiled at her before slowly swimming over to the other side of the pool and away.

“I fucking love Brazil,” Maggie thought to herself as she swam away in the opposite direction; thoroughly wet in every way possible…

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Babes

Demetrius laughed, twirling the large dildo in the sea over his head, pointed it at Amphrite. “So Goddess, would you like me to use this on you?” Holding it again high above his head he lost his balance and fell off the nightstand, causing both he and the dildo to slowly float down to the floor.

Amphrite giggled uncontrollably at the humorous sight. “Oh Demetrius, it is such a shame that you aren’t holding the horn of Keto right now instead of this pale copy from India. I cannot imagine how delicious it would be combining the skills of your tongue with the magical powers of the horn at one time. Sadly, my asshole husband Poseidon threw mine away.”

“Goddess” Demetrius asked. “What is this horn you are talking about?”

Amphrite began to explain all about the Horn and how it can bring any woman, Goddess or Human, the ultimate pleasure by vibrating on command and being ordered to service their pleasure indefinitely. Demetrius was fascinated as she told the story beyond the horn, of Goddess Keto herself. Keto was not just an ordinary sea monster but actually a Titan, descended from the great Goddess Gaia herself. Her hundred horned head was just one of her awesome characteristics, as her giant wings and clawed feet were hundreds of feet in size. Worshipped in her own cult to the west, she was unbelievably powerful and extremely dangerous. Her children were as fearsome as she was, the Gorgons being one of the most horrific examples. As she finished describing her, she sighed. “I am sure I will especially miss the Horn of Keto once you move on to your next quest.”

“Goddess, if you don’t mind me asking, but why don’t you just go retrieve one directly. Surely you as a powerful Goddess would have no problem dealing with a ferocious beast like her.” Demetrius asked.

Amphrite smirked, but explained the problem. Keto was not just a beast but a Titan and as such she was protected by treaty arrangements. If she, as an Olympian Goddess, attacked her directly, she would break the Treaty and a disastrous war would again break out.

“But what about me Goddess? I am not an Olympian; I could retrieve a horn for you.” Demetrius explained, touched by the obvious sadness in her eyes.

Stroking her chin, she grinned. “I suppose that is true Demetrius, but it is far too dangerous. I don’t expect you to risk your life just to get me a sex toy!”

“Well, I would want you to do me a favor if I were to get it.” he shyly asked, looking down to the ground hoping his request would not offend her.

Intrigued, Amphrite asked what that favor would be and Demetrius explained. He would retrieve several horns, and would like Amphrite to see that the Sirens be given horns so they could have some release from their gungoren escort sexual exile. The thought of those beautiful women trapped forever on that small island with no relief seemed like a terrible fate that required reversing. Demetrius wanted to help them in any way he could. They had helped him, and voluntarily sent him on his quest when they could have easily kept him willingly as a prisoner forever, so he felt he owed them his best efforts to return the favor.

“You are truly a good man Demetrius!” Amphrite sighed, stroking his tiny head with her finger. “I had forgotten about those Sirens, and yes, they do deserve a break.” Thinking about their fate and the curse put on them by Aphrodite, she continued “My beautiful cousin Aphrodite can be a real bitch sometimes, so if you get the horns, I will definitely see that they receive some for their own pleasure. But honestly dear, I do not think you truly understand how dangerous this mission is. Keto is not going to just willingly let you lop horns off of her head you know. I really must prevent you from even attempting it. I would never forgive myself if such a delightful little man such as yourself got killed on my account.”

“Oh Goddess, I have a plan!” he exclaimed, beginning to tell his tale. He explained to Amphrite about his ring of invisibility and the magic dagger he received from Io’s father. His plan was to find Keto sleeping, turn himself invisible and temporarily freeze her with the magic dagger, giving him enough time to cut off the horns he needed and escape. “Honestly Goddess, I think this plan will work.” he proudly proclaimed.

Amphrite was quite impressed, and she agreed, the plan did seem workable. She decided she would give him a new ship, since his raft was destroyed, and guide him to Keto’s lair. Her pussy tingled in anticipation, not just at the idea of getting another horn for herself but also by the heroics of her tiny lover. His desire to help her and the Sirens made her even wetter than she already was. Looking at Demetrius sitting on her nightstand with her dildo by his side, a sly grin formed on her face.

“Say Demetrius, all this talk about the horn of Keto has made me extremely “horny” again. I have a delicious idea!” Scooping him quickly up into her hand, she grabbed the dildo in her other and proceeded to tie Demetrius to it. “I think it is time you fucked me properly BOY!” she laughed as Demetrius nervously giggled, both aroused and worried about what was coming. “I bet you will make that old horn of Keto seem like a dried up old priest to Artemis!”

Demetrius was already throbbing, and had to admit that the idea of being used as a sex toy made him even harder, but he was worried about getting crushed. “Goddess, istanbul escorts I, are you sure I mean, AHHHHHHHHH!”. As he protested and squirmed, Amphrite, holding him in her hand, completely bound to the dildo, raked her giant tongue up and down his cock, completely engulfing his whole sex with her tongue in one lick. The feel of her silky hot wet mouth on his cock sent an electric bolt right through his brain, and all resistance immediately dissipated. Now, aroused to insanity with lust, he wanted nothing more than to be plunged hard into her warm wet hole.

Laying back down on her chaise lounge, Amphrite spread her legs wide and slowly began to rock the dildo into her dripping pussy, the raised form of Demetrius on the surface driving her crazy as his form teased and tickled her pussy lips as he entered her. Demetrius too was amazed, as his tiny cock was stroked by her walls inside her pussy and snapped back to a ninety-degree angle when she pulled him back out. Over and over she plunged him into her, her desperate thrusting motions growing faster and faster, his balls throbbing painfully in desperation. He could not believe he was actually being used to fuck the Goddess and the feelings of her pussy as it raked over his cock were beyond description. Her feathery soft wet folds of her labia tickled his whole body as he entered her. Her warm, sticky walls coated him entirely with her precious nectar when he was inside. Throwing his head back and closing his eyes, he could do nothing but scream in bliss, wishing beyond hope that he could shoot as everything sped by in a blur. Amphrite was now drilling him rapidly into her sex, her hands a blur with her speed. This went on for hours, as Amphrite made sure her own pleasure was fully and completely satisfied before finally removing him from her cunt and untying him from the dildo. Demetrius literally oozed off of the sex toy and collapsed onto her stomach, instantly passing out. Looking down at the sleeping hero on her stomach, she picked him up again in her hand and kissed him, her mouth covering half of his body between her full red lips.

Back on Olympus, Euphrosyne was making her final preparations. Sitting in her giant bath, she called to her sisters outside through the open window.

“OK, Thalia, Aglagea, can you see me?” she cried out.

“Perfect, I can just barely see inside and only if I really stretch wide and stand on these two stone benches.” Thalia called back.

Euphrosyne smiled, as her plan was proceeding extremely well as she walked outside to join her sisters. She had arranged the trap outside her bath in the most perfect manner possible. Having planted the idea in Apollo’s head at the dinner, she knew that this Sunday night he would be bayrampasa escort outside her window trying to get a peak at her in the bath in order to take his pictures for revenge. Knowing this, she arranged it so that in order to see in, he would have to carefully balance his feet, spread very widely apart, on two stone benches. Only by standing spread-eagle on these benches, dangling on the edges by his toes, would he barely be able to stretch up and look inside. In this position, he would be extremely vulnerable, and Thalia and Aglagea would strike, chaining him quickly with the shackles of Hercules.

Grinning, Euphrosyne waved her hands over the area and two large flowering rose bushes appeared on either side of the benches. The effect was ideal, as she had created large red blooming canopies of flora which would be a perfect hiding place for Thalia and Aglagea. Looking up to her roof, she waved her hand again and a pulley appeared with chains hanging down on the side of the palace, now disguised by being covered with ivy. She smiled, looking at her handiwork. “You know Sisters, if I were not already a Goddess, I would make a very good animal trapper!”

Thalia and Aglagea roared laughter in agreement as they all walked down the small steps together to their pool to enjoy the rest of their day. The snare for Apollo had been prepared well, and now all that had to be done is wait for their prey to walk into the baited trap.

Back out to sea, Amphrite and Demetrius were now floating on the surface of the ocean, Demetrius having recovered was now fully awake. Amphrite was delighted at the look in his eyes when his new ship materialized before him. For someone who had been spending so much time at sea over the past hundred ears, this was the perfect vessel. Full sails of Green Silk billowed in the wind, and the dark oaken deck glistened in the sunshine, freshly polished and waxed. On the prow of the ship, in a humorous gesture, Amphrite had created a figurehead of herself, carved completely out of precious ivory. Demetrius was speechless, the ship was an object of sheer beauty, and now spying the figurehead on the front, he winked. “Doesn’t do your beauty justice Goddess!”

Amphrite winked back and escorted Demetrius aboard. She explained the properties of her gift and he was beyond pleased, bordering on manic ecstasy as he looked wildly at his new toy. The sails, Amphrite explained, would always find the wind, and the ship was literally unsinkable. The inner cabin was spacious and luxurious and well stocked with astrolabes, sextants, scrolls and other maps and charts for his journey. He would be well equipped not only for his mission to retrieve the horns of Keto, but also for the completion of his final quest. Turning to the Goddess, he dropped again to his knees and kissed her large toe. Grinning, she waded back into the Ocean, and blew him a kiss, her breath instantly filling the sails and starting the boat moving on the still ocean surface to its final destination due west.

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Cockometer Ch. 04

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Lori nodded as Sheri spoke to her, a dreamy smile spreading across her lips.

I told her about our husbands trying to trap me on the bed when I woke them up. “I think I’d like to try that, dress up a little, tease them until the two of them got hold of me and pulled me into bed between them.”

I winked at her. “Our guys are still asleep, but I saw a couple of cute guys in the next cabin, and one of them has a girlfriend too.”

Lori’s smile widened. “Two good looking guys next door and a girl friend too; she anywhere near as sexy as you?”

I ignored her question and Lori watched me take the cloth belt out of one of the bathrobes, her eyes wide as I folded it and snapped it taught. She stood there, her hips cocked to one side, her fingertips smoothing the satiny boy shorts, caressing the bare skin curving below the high cut cheek panties and held my eyes as put the belt around her neck, raking her hair back with my fingertips, I wrapped the soft terrycloth over the eyes, crossed the ends and doubled it back over and tied it tightly behind her.

Stepping back, I walked around her. She looked so sexy in her black panties and a too small bra, her blond hair gathered at her neck, the ends of the white belt flowing between her shoulder blades. I was her fluffer, tweaking her nipples through her tight bra, raking my fingernails up the back of her legs and over her rear end and kneeling down, I reached between her legs, rubbing the panties between her lips, pushing hard, feeling her squirm.

“I’ll be right back” I called as I stepped out through the bedroom door, and glancing back, I stopped to watch her press the blindfold against her eyes, then run her hand down her neck and over her breasts, moving slowly down as she spread her knees.

After a quick heads up to our husbands, I walked Lori to the front door.

“We’re going outside?” Lori whispered as I pushed her out into the fragrant night. The other cabins were dark, the grounds deserted.

I had to almost drag the hesitant Lori across the damp lawn; she clung to my hand as I pulled her around some trees, her rapid breathing rasping as I stopped her behind a shrub, whispering in her ear. “Quiet now, someone’s on the path.” She was a contrast in black and white; black panties pulled tighter between her legs as she knelt down, our knees in the dew soaked grass, the strap of her black bra and the white belt standing out in the moonlight.

We knelt there in the darkness, Lori still, statue-like, her hand trembling as we waited for the imaginary late night strollers to move on.

When I pulled her to her feet she tried to pull away from me, her hand at the blindfold; “I want to go back to our room, Sheri, this is freaking me out.”

“No going back now, Lori, I can see the guys standing at their door and they’ll catch both of us if we run. Sorry girlfriend, but it’s you they want and it’s you they’re going to have.”

I had her by the elbow, gripping her firmly as I led her to the first step up to the patio, propelling her up onto the deck, my hand at the small of her back, the men stepping back as we walked between them.

Our husbands acted like strangers receiving a rare gift. One of them was behind her, the other in front, his hands on her chest, taking the measure of her breasts. Her nipples grew hard under the stranger’s fingers.

Standing close enough for Lori to hear me, I whispered “turn on the porch light you’re done with her”.

I stepped silently into the room and rolled the glass door closed, my body warming as I watched the nearly naked woman standing between the fully clothed men.

“Ummm, my name is Lori” she said softly, a tremor in her voice, “what’s yours?”

Her question hung in the air.

Lori was alone with the two men, their rough double kneed work pants and dusty shirts leading to more doubts. Could it be Ben who got down on his knees and pressed his face between her legs, his mouth wrapped around the swell of her pussy, his hands pulling down on her panties. Could it be her husband, Arnie, who held her from behind, his hands on her bare cheeks, licking the exposed skin left bare as the damp panties were pulled down, inch by inch, reminding her how vulnerable she was.

“Ben… Arnie?”

“Sheri?”

Lori felt the cool night air between her legs her body tensed as hot breath bathed her exposed skin.

Were they stranger’s lips that kissed their way up her spine; was it one of the ‘cute guys next door’ whose rough work pants was brushing against her naked rear end, kissing her shoulders and unhooking her bra?

Lori’s mind was racing, imagining that Sheri had left her alone with these strangers, turned her back on her and crept back to their own cabin and gotten into bed with their husbands, lying between them, making them hard, then spending the rest of the night screwing both of them while she was blindfolded in this strange cabin; strong hands in sex hikayeleri charge of nearly exposed breasts, her sexy new bra hanging loose against her skin.

Her arms were bent at the elbow, her hand trust down the unbuttoned front of the man’s pants, the hard cock that greeted her felt bigger than her husband’s, longer than Ben’s and she realized she wasn’t really sure who these two men were. Maybe it was the guy from the porn shop who’s demanding lips were kissing her neck, licking the back of her ear?

Being in this cottage with strangers was just a fantasy wasn’t it? One man who was making her wet and the other man, dared she think of his as ‘the back door man” must have felt her nipples harden thorough the flimsy cloth. He brushed the loose satiny cloth over her breasts, his lips finding her loose straps, tugging at them, pulling them off her shoulders.

He held the bra cupped over her breasts, pulled the strap off one arm, then the other, enjoying her breasts through the filmy cloth, then lifting her bra up, dragging it over her skin, a pleasurable tingling making her nipples ache, then wrapping it around her neck, pulling it snug, his fingertips under her chin, over her cheeks and onto the blindfold, pulling it tighter over her eyes as the other man’s hands crept up to her now bare breasts, weighing them, lifting them and squeezing them, the bulge in his pants growing larger and Lori, feeling a surge of paranoia, tried to pull away.

The two men gripping her body, wet lips covered her nipples and sucked strongly on her breasts as she struggled. Lust clouded her thinking, but in the back of her mind, she was sure it was really was their two husbands holding her twisting body between them, and when she imagined she was going to be taken to bed by two men in dusty work clothes, a wave of excitement raced through her; her face felt flushed, her breasts ached and she had the uncontrollable urge to feel their hard bodies pressed against her hot skin.

One of the men kept a firm grip on her hands as he guided her, propelling her into a bedroom, and she couldn’t help drawing her arms back, her breasts feeling large and sexy, swaying from side to side as she twisted at the hips, her body simmering as she walked defiantly between the two of them.

Lori was pulled backwards onto the lap of the man behind her. He had shed his pants and pulled her tighter, her feet barely touching the floor; she was making little sounds as the stranger’s hands gripped her hips, a moan escaping her lips as bared teeth raked down over her pussy, a tongue plunged deep inside her, licking the insides of her lips, wetting them, his mouth sucking on her, his tongue – she was pretty sure it was a him anyway, finding her waiting nub, her hips thrust out, the cock behind her pressed against her as she was wrestled the rest of the way up onto the bed.

She felt it must be a woman tugging on her hip as the two men moved silently on the bed. Lori was on her back, slippery dicks brushing over he face, sexy smells clinging to her as they rubbed their hardness across her cheeks, her nose, slipping soundlessly between her open lips.

Her attention was focused on something cool and hard swinging from thigh to thigh as the woman crawled up between her legs. The head of the strap-on cock was touching her, a pair of small hands took hold of Lori’s, coating her fingers with a cool jell and she felt her fingers being wrapped around a hard rubber dick. The lube squeezed between her fingers as she coated the cock, feeling its length, rubbing the slippery lube over the head and the other woman guided her hands, dragging the stiff prick up and down her lips, her body responding to the unknown.

She could not resist the fingers opening her, holding her lips open and pushing the tip of the cock inside, her still slippery fingers finding their way to the woman’s hips and she pushed her fingertips deep into her cleft of her smooth cheeks and pulled the long, veined dick deep inside of her, and she grunted as she put all her strength into fucking the woman between her legs.

The firm breasts slapping down against her big boobs did something to Lori’s body; it made her crazy, blurring reality and fantasy, the whiff of a strange perfume confused her, made her wonder who was between her legs, but she no longer cared.

She was being fucked by a woman and she held her tight and slammed their bodies together, their breasts rolling with each thrust, her nipples on fire, their feverish tongues locked together, their heads rocking as abs clenched and hips rolled, their sex oozing, juices, warmer, slipperier, the hard cock reaching deep, pushing forbidden buttons, stoking the rutting urges, the hard and fast fucking and even with the weight of the two men on the bed with them, the headboard was thumping against the wall.

Ben and Arnie chanced a look at each other, a bare flicker was all they spared; their eyes quickly back to their frenzied wives, the scents, the sounds of their harsh breathing filled the air.

The two men remained silent, Ben was squeezing the base of his erection while his other porno hikayeleri hand swirled precum over his aching dick, and Arnie, his dick swaying in time with their fucking wives, had both hands under his cheeks, his forearms tense as he gripped his ass, arching his back, rocking his hips as his half closed eyes drifted from the two women to his own bobbing hard-on, then to Ben’s fingers wrapped around his own slippery cock across the bed from him.

Sheri was up on her hands, watching Lori’s large breasts move as she drove into her pussy, her own tits swinging in concert, and looking down between them she watched the pink strap-on dick pushing and pulling on Lori’s sex as she screwed her girlfriend, the clit nubber rubbing and squeezing her clitoris, her butt cheeks pulled wide by Lori’s hands, a fingertip brushing over her anus, a smear of lube as they pleasured each other, then a small finger slid in her, then out again, a second finger joined in and Sheri clenched her cheeks, holding the fingers tightly as they drove deeper each time she slammed the rubber cock into Lori’s sexy body.

Sheri had to admit she loved the slender fingers in her ass, twisting as they plunging into her, and it was this thought that brought on a shuddering throughout her body that left both of them gasping for breath. She came, both of them did, and Lori’s body was shaking, her sex on fire, both women overloaded with pleasure and with a final shudder, a deep kiss, the woman who had just fucked her rolled off her gasping partner and lay down next to her, the Long Tom glistening, standing stiff, the black straps holding it erect, erect and ready.

The unavoidable image of the slippery cock was not lost on the two men who watched it move back and forth as the Sheri caught her breath, brushing her hair back, a smile crossing her face as she caught the two of them looking thoughtfully at the ass friendly cock.

Lori was coasting on the high, her thighs were still spread wide open when one of the men crawled over her, taking his hard dick in one hand, his stomach muscles clench as loomed over the blindfolded woman, holding his weight with one hand, he took his dripping cock and worked it rapidly between her lips, whipping it up and down, his slashing dick making her body jerk.

His precum mixed with her juices, little strings of the slippery liquid clinging to his balls, silver threads glistening on her stomach, and he crushing her clit with the mushroom head, then pushed against her, eating up the view of the panting woman beneath his muscular body.

His ass clinched as his took her; her hands pushing against his shoulders, struggling to catch her breath, his open shirt brushing over her breasts as they came together. Her hands no longer pushing against him, she was holding him, her hips hard against him, her hands pulling herself up against his chest, his legs feeling so good between her thighs, little mews started escaping from her lips as she drove herself onto his hard dick.

He was up on his elbows now, kissing her neck as she thrust up against him, her hands pulling his face onto her breasts, his tongue stiff against her nipple and she threw her chest against him, giving way to her lust as she slapped her breasts against his face, his tongue licking her nipples as they rocked beneath him, her hands now on his hips, taking hold of him, pulling his dick deep inside her as her muscles gripped him, her whole body tensing as she squeezed his cock tightly inside her.

She was beyond thinking now; she didn’t care who was between her legs. Who she was fucking didn’t matter, only getting back to that high, that ultimate pleasure that only came from a hard dick pounding inside her.

She was seeing stars as their pelvises banged together and the up thrust of his hips rubbing the base of his cock against her clit again and again until she was groaning, and an ‘ungh’ sound becoming louder as she took his dick, fucking him even harder, her body glowing, her hips still rising to meet his thrusts, her arms tightly around him now.

Then she was orgasiming and loosing control, her hands gripping his butt, squeezing his cheeks, freezing up as the hot surge rushed throughout her body, her whole sexual being twitching as she felt his cum warm her insides and suddenly she was way too hot, pushing the sweating man off her, feeling his exhausted body sink into the mattress, she took hold of the ends of her blindfold, mopped her brow and lay there glowing between the naked bodies who were exchanging looks, the other man caressing her hot breasts as he rolled onto his side and started to put his hand between her legs.

As soon as his fingertip touched her, she feebly tried to push his hand away, an exhausted whimper sounding like a ‘nooo’ and unable to move away from him, she struggled over onto her stomach and lay there, face down on the bed.

The two men lay there, one on each side of her, resting, waiting for the woman from next door to catch her breath.

It seems that the second woman had other ideas. She got up on her knees, the throwing her leg over the still prone seks hikayeleri woman and straddled her legs and motioned the two men to keep her right where she was. Lori made a half-hearted try to get up, but was too exhausted to pull her arms free of her captors or to resist the knowing fingers which were massaging her shoulders, slowly raking her fingernails down her spine and over her ass cheeks.

Lori seemed content to lay there, her sex so satisfied she could almost take the caresses of her naked rear end as mere affection. The guys watched, one of them getting harder, as Sheri leaned forward, her nipples grazing Lori’s back, the shaft of the Long Tom lying neatly between her heart shaped cheeks, as she hugged Lori from behind.

The addition of some massage oil on Lori’s back relaxed both women, their breathing slowing down, the two of them getting into the massage. Lori had stretched her arms out over her head, the mound of her breast’s seductive curves at her sides, her head turned to one side, a dreamy smile on her lips. Sheri lifted her hips as she gripped Lori’s shoulders, her breasts moved by gravity as she shifted her body, her nipples hard as she arched her back and let her tits brush up and down Lori’s bare back as she worked the oil into her silky skin.

Sheri followed the tension in Lori’s back down her butt to her legs, massaging her feet and calves, the fragrance of the oil released by Lori’s warm body, and she clinched her cheeks each time Sheri hands rode up them and onto the small of her back. Taking one cheek at a time, Sheri pushed up from below, squeezing and kneading, forcing her fingers lower into the cleft of Lori’s tightly clenched cheeks.

Sheri knew what it felt like to keep her cheeks tight, staving off the inevitable touch to her most private place, the naughty thrills that raced through her from the first deep touch. Lori had touched her as they made love, and her hard clinched ass just heightened Sheri’s desire to tease the prone woman’s ass until she gave in and let those delightful fingertips move deeper between her cheeks, the warm oil making it harder to resist the temptation to spread her legs.

When Sheri’s kneading hands pushed her cheeks up, spreading her, gripping her hips, then sliding a hand under her, lifting her, cupping her mons, slipping a fingertip into the wetness, Lori could resist no longer and pushed herself up on her elbows, gathering her strength to get up on one knee, her lips stretching, the air flowing over her damp sex telling her she’s exposed, Sheri’s fingers pulling her cheeks wider, her hair brushing against Lori’s hips as she licked the smooth white skin, and kissed her exposed, rose scented ass.

The kiss sent a quivering jolt through Lori’s body, from her legs to the pit of her stomach; hot churning energy gushed through her, her breasts swelled and he nipples got even more sensitive, the fibers in the sheets rasping against them, she became more aware the smells, percum oozing from the two men who lay next to her, the unfamiliar scent of the woman who was licking her, making out with her ass, her face deep between her cheeks, her feverish lips licking up her cleft to her spine, sucking on her as her tongue wagged from side to side, deeper, Lori spreading her legs, dragging her other knee under her.

Her toes were digging at the bed as she raised her butt into the air, her body flushed as her breasts hung free, their weight pulling on her, a picture of how she looked forming behind her blindfold. Sheri’s tits would be firm, pert, nipples hard as they brushed against Lori’s thighs. Lori was almost standing now, her legs trembling, her juices wet on her thighs, her back was ridged, her hips twitching from side to side, sudden spasms gripped her sex as Sheri gently caressed her clit, no urgent rubbing, no pinches, just steady non-stop fingers sliding knowingly over her hard nub.

The minutes slipped by. The heavenly feelings building inside her, her hips, her whole sexual being condensing, her senses leaving the world outside, concentrating on the slowing caress of her pussy, the growing wildness of Sheri’s attack on her ass, her cheekbones deep between Lori’s cheeks, her chin driving into her slippery perineum her tongue pushed closer, harder, now circling her anus; the hard tip of her tongue probing, and as a slippery fingertip joined the assault, Lori jumped, groaning as her lust greedily took over.

She felt a deep sigh escape her lips, her muscles gripping the sliding finger, her legs bending now, pushing herself against the woman’s finger, taking more inside her, holding tight, then relaxing and pushing again.

Sheri moved away from her clit, gripping her pussy tightly with one hand while she finger fucked Lori’s ass, pushing deeper, a knuckle now, twisting, driving Lori’s face into the pillows, panting as Sheri pulled out her finger and let Lori feel her breasts drag against her slippery ass as she stood up on the bed. She felt the cock up and down inside her moist sex, pushing into her vagina, pushing deep and then pulling out some, dragging hard dick out of her pussy and pushing down on Lori’s back with one hand she watched Lori’s ribcage flexing as she breathed, feeling the sudden intake of breath when she pushed the rubber dick against her anus, Lori settling lower as she guided her slippery rosebud against the hard cockhead.

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The Field Pt. 02

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“I am no man. I was made to serve you as you please. Please show me what a real man is.” I repeated after him on his command.

“Men.” He said.

“Wha—” I yelped as he entered me.

“Be quiet, boi.” He said as he began to sink himself deeper into my hole.

I stayed on all fours trembling and whimpering as he filled me inch by inch. It felt like he would never stop. But, soon I felt his balls resting against my taint.

“Feel good, boi?” He asked after a few moments had passed.

“Ye- Yes, Sir.” I could barely make it out.

“Does it though, boi? I don’t think I believed you there.” He chuckled as he pressed the last bit of his cock into me.

I knew it. I was his. My hole belonged to him. I belonged to him.

“Yes, Sir! I love having you inside of me. Thank you for making me your sub.” I said as enthusiastically as I could muster.

“Good.” He pulled all the way out of me in one pull. I let out a moan. He paused for a second. He put his hands on my ass, spread my cheeks and thrust sex hikayeleri his entire cock in me at once. My arms gave out for a moment and my chest hit the ground.

He grabbed my arms and pulled the behind my back and held the with one hand. He used the other to hold my chest up as he started to work my hole.

He was starting to hit every stop that made me remember why I serve him. He started to pick up speed as he moved his hand around my throat. He took a second to jingle the tags, reminding me of my status.

He hammered away making me moan into the warm night sky as he suddenly pulled out.

In one motion, he flipped me over and my back hit the ground. He immediately grabbed my ankles and thrust them up, giving him a clear shot at my hole. He plunged in again.

“I’m going to breed you, boi. Do you want that?” He didn’t miss one stroke.

“Yes, Sir. Please give me your load. I need your cum inside of me.” I was so desperate at this point I’d have done anything.

“I’ll give you my load porno hikayeleri because you’ve been so good. And remember I said men. A few buddies of mine have been pretty curious to see what I’ve got in my back pocket lately. And don’t worry. You’ll be in love with it the whole time.” He said as he picked up the pace.

My heart sank into my stomach at the thought of men. But, I could barely think of that with him pounding my hole. He had me so open and wet. He rammed my hole for a few more seconds before he planted himself as deep as he could go.

“Fuck, boi. I’m gonna fill that sexy little hole of yours up!” He moaned. I could feel him shoot was after was as deep as his cock would let him.

He held himself there for at lease 2 minutes as he finished.

“Damn, boi. You are the perfect pussyboi. I’ve gotten just as lucky as you have.” He reaches into his jeans for a second. He pulled himself out of me slow.

But, just as the tip of his cock left my hole I felt something enter it. It was a rather seks hikayeleri large plug. It actually felt good to be filled again. It stuck at the base. He reached into his jeans again.

I felt a blindfold be tied around my head. I heard the flashlight turn back on as he got up and and put his clothes back on. He walked a short distance away and can back. He placed cuffs around my wrist and locked them together behind my back as I knelt. He did the same to my ankles.

He reached into his pocket one more time. I couldn’t tell what he had grabbed. Suddenly I felt a wet marker be dragged across my bare smooth chest. I did my best not to make a sound.

“Now you are on good looking sub.” He said as he finger the last stroke and stood to admire his work. “Such a good boi. The others will be pleased. I’ll be back soon. Your fun has just begun just you wait. And remember, let me know how you’re doing. I know you’ll do great.” He brushed my cheek as he stood up and walked away.

It took me a minute to figure out what I had got myself into. I had been waiting only a few minutes and it was starting to feel like forever. But I knew I wanted this. So badly. I knew what I was for. So I continued to wait without a struggle for what was next to come.

To Be Continued…

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Black Women Cuckolding Black Men

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Gleefully I spank my ebony sub’s ass while thrusting my strap-on dildo deep into his hole. The tall, skinny Black dude moans deeply. Smiling, I continue fucking him. My name is Valerie Blackstone, and I’m a five-foot-eleven, curvy and sexy Black woman of Jamaican descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. My slaves call me Mistress Africana. I’m one of a few Black dominatrices living in the Canadian Capital, and I like to push the envelope with my submissive types. That’s why Khalid Hussein came to me. The six-foot-tall Somali dude is curious about forbidden aspects of BDSM such as wearing chastity devices, cuckolding, forced feminization and forced bisexuality. That’s okay because I am down with all of the above.

A long time ago, I discovered that the pain of others brings me sexual and psychological pleasure. Khalid Hussein, a thirty-year-old, recently married graduate of Trent University’s civil engineering program who works for Hydro Ottawa is definitely NOT the first Black man to come to me with an unusual sexual request. I don’t know what’s going on but I like it. Brothers are ditching the fake macho thing and exploring their submissive sides, and most of them prefer to explore that shit with a dominant Black woman because we love our brothers and know exactly how to work them over. Trust me, I learned from the best.

I was twenty four years old, an MBA student at the University of Toronto when my then-boyfriend, a burly Jamaican dude named Stephen Marlowe, introduced me to BDSM. At first, Stephen Marlowe was the dominant and I was the submissive. The macho Jamaican dude would tie me up and then fuck me up the ass after making me suck his dick. Sometimes he bent me over his knee and spanked me before fucking me in ALL my holes. Stephen bragged about his talents as a Black Master, and he considered himself above me because I was a submissive Black female. The fool hadn’t yet discovered that in all BDSM scenarios, the submissive is the one in control.

Well, sex hikayeleri one day, I taught Stephen Marlowe a lesson and he liked it. While sucking his dick, I fingered his ass. Since it got him hard, and he seemed to like it, I began doing this to Stephen regularly. Before long, dude was letting me use toys on him. One day, I bent him over and stuffed his ass with a shiny blue strap-on dildo. I turned my dominant Black Master into my bitch. My own personal bitch. Thanks to my strength as a dominant Black woman, I helped Stephen Marlowe find his true calling as a submissive Black man. By the time he moved back to his hometown of Kingston, Jamaica, after finishing his accounting studies at the University of Toronto, Stephen Marlowe was addicted to strap-on dildos and female domination. I like to dominate men, especially Black men, and I am wickedly good at it. Good times, man. Makes for awesome memories.

After fucking Khalid’s ass with my strap-on dildo for a good fifteen minutes, I pull out of him. Then I decide to have some truly wicked fun. My other sub, Conroy Winston was sitting nearby. Conroy is sitting there naked, stroking his big ole White dick while watching me fuck Khalid Hussein up his tight Black ass. He’s five-foot-eight, a bit chubby, with reddish brown hair and green eyes. Oh, and he studies criminology at Carleton University. I gesture for Conroy to come over and he does. I order Khalid to get on his knees and to suck Conroy’s dick. Both men look at me, stunned. I glare at them and purse my lips, then grab my whip. Nodding hastily, Conroy and Khalid did as they were told.

I am the dominant Black woman in this dungeon, and whether Black or White, all males who enter the premises must serve me. And it is my desire that Khalid suck some White dick today. Might do his ultra-conservative Somali Muslim ass some good. I finger my pussy as I watch Khalid on his knees, sucking on Conroy’s dick. There’s something so damn porno hikayeleri sexy about a masculine Black man sucking dick. Conroy moans as Khalid sucks his dick, and I can tell he’s about to cum. When Conroy cums, I order Khalid to lick it and the Somali dude does exactly as I tell him. Khalid sucks Conroy’s dick clean, without leaving a single drop of cum behind. That’s a good slut!

Afterwards, since I feel horny, I tell Conroy to bring his ass over. I began sucking on Conroy’s dick, but not before installing a dick-cage ( my personal term for a chastity belt ) on Khalid. Then I tied him up. I looked at the tall Somali dude and told him I was going to fuck Conroy in front of him. Since Khalid is one of those rare Black guys who are curious about cuckolding and emasculation, I was going to indulge him and make his dream come true. Laying on my back, I spread my shapely thighs and told Conroy to stick his dick into my cunt.

The chubby White dude didn’t hesitate for a second, Conroy worked his short but thick cock into my pussy. Meanwhile, Khalid watched, wide-eyed. This is reverse interracial cuckolding at its best. In most cuckolding scenarios, as you can find out by typing it on Google, a big Black dude with a big dick fucks a White slut in front of her limp-dick White husband or boyfriend. Lots of White couples seek out dominant Black men known as Bulls or BBC Masters for that purpose. What you won’t read anywhere is how a lot of Black couples have been trying the same shit but in reverse. That’s right. There are Black guys who get off on watching their Black wives or Black girlfriends getting fucked by White dudes. It’s a weird word we live in but I don’t judge.

Conroy fucked me good, thrusting his short but thick White dick deep into my cunt. After about fifteen minutes of this, he went soft. Disappointed, I decided to punish him. I removed the chastity device from Khalid’s dick, and the Somali dude smiled in surprised relief. I seks hikayeleri watched as his dick got mad hard. Smiling, I told Conroy to suck Khalid’s dick. The White dude did as he was told, sucking the Somali stud’s long and thick ebony cock with gusto. I watched them, feeling my pussy tingling. After Conroy finished sucking Khalid’s dick, I had a wonderful idea. I decided to get fucked by my subs. And why shouldn’t I?

Before the guys and I got going, though, I inserted a dildo into Conroy’s ass. He once told me having something up his ass helps him stay hard during sex. Without further ado, we continued with our wicked fun. I got sandwiched between two sexy men, one Black and one White. Conroy slammed his cock into my cunt while Khalid worked his dick into my asshole. Soon I found myself screaming with wild abandon as the two studs drilled their dicks into my holes.

Conroy licked my tits while fucking me, and Khalid gave my big butt a good spanking even as his long dick filled my asshole. I cried out in pleasure as my sexy studs, one chocolate and one vanilla, filled my holes. At some point, I completely lost it and actually farted on Khalid’s dick while he was fucking me. The Somali stud laughed about that, as did Conroy. What can I say? I’m human. Khalid and Conroy didn’t let up. They fucked me real good until I begged for mercy. How about that? Two submissive males turned the tables on their dominant Black Mistress and she ended up loving every minute of it.

Yeah, we had a lot of fun in the dungeon that night. Afterwards, we shared a shower, then I sent Khalid Hussein and Conroy Winston on their merry little ways. We’ve all got lives completely different from what we do behind closed doors. Conroy is a proud member of the local Mormon Church, and Khalid Hussein is the son of a local Muslim preacher. Khalid is married to a Somali sister named Aisha and they have two sons together. Conroy is dating Marianne Adewale, a Nigerian Christian gal from his church. Both of my subs have women at home who would be very surprised to know what they’re really into. I swear, men and their secret lives. They came to me because they needed an outlet for their freaky urges. And that’s perfectly okay by me.

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